#auro talking

[hanjisunglover]

SO it’s a long story that i’m gonna try to be really really short due my situation (i’m currently working but i cannot work if i think about this).

everything started in 2019, when a friend of mine told me this website, calls JYP FANS, this website is an official site where you can see the schedule of the idols, see the main infos and stuff like that. but especially the letters. you can actually send letters to the members and they can read it. be aware, there’s two type of letters: one for public letters, one for private letters.

my friend were so happy telling me how Channie was reading her letters and how she was so happy to feel understood. so i asked her, can you send me one for jisung, and then she did. everything started from that letter.

During march of the same year i sent a physical letter to jisung, the one that is on my pinned post, this one:

you could actually understand my reaction, panicking and being too exited for this, that was the confirm to me that i needed to keep “talkin” to him in some sort of way because.. i needed to keep feeling that BEAUTIFUL energy that i felt when i watched this video and i saw him with my letter in his hands.

So i decided to, find another way to send him letters, my love language is that, i needed to keep talking to in some way. so i started to write on the private letters of the JYP FANS.

The letters started to be one every day, every day i was telling him more of what i was going through and what i was feeling and dealing with, i just thought: he really listened the first time, so why not. I saw that he started to read my letters, example:

everyday, more letters, every time i felt so good when he was reading my words and my words only. so many things that i said to him came to some of his songs too! and i know it’s just a coincidence that sounds really silly and stupid now.

i wrote so many letters for him, that made me feel that i was touching the sky with my fingers, i thinks he knows more about me than everyone else. i was so scared that all of that would be taken away, and that happened.

the private letters of the JYP FANS after a while disappeared. for the first time in my life i felt the world under my feet disappear and i was drowning in a timeline where i was completely lost. cause my letters, that was routine, that thing that started as a game in september 2019, until october 2020 was my completely routine. sometimes i think it was just a fever dream, just something that i made up in my head, but that was not. everytime i ask myself, what could happened if now, that private letters that it’s close, would be open. what i would feel? what i would tell him?

sometimes i like to write some letters for him, in the public letters, just to give him an update, but has the name says the public letters are for everyone, everyone can open them and read them, i never have feel completely sure that he’s reading them.

that’s what i wanted to say, i wanted to say that i miss that days, when i was just passing my time writing for him and he was really there reading my letters. i just miss him, i miss my lil sunflower, i miss the views in my letters.

i know that sounds really childish and maybe not everyone are gonna believe it, but i actually don’t give a fuck because the only thing that i’m thinking of is the moment when i was writing for him and him only. that’s my roman empire.

[auroblaze]

Here we go!

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[rattini]

My current lineup of BG3 criminals.

I tweak my characters so much I annoy myself, but I think I'm finally happy with them

[lenaswritingandstuff]

All I had - Mattheo Riddle x f!reader

Requested: No well I lowkey did

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x f!reader

Summary: After his girlfriend y/n is killed, Mattheo has to deal not only with pain and sorrow, but also cruel accusations (complete original prompt here)

Word count: long as hell 2.4K

Warnings: mentions of death, lost, and grief

A/N: When I had this idea a few weeks ago I didn't think it would actually be so hard to write and I hate it lol :) I can't remember for the life of me if people in universe know Voldemort wants to be immortal, so for this one be an angel and pretend they do :) Might write a part two with a certain someone if many people ask 👀. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

Hogwarts, 1997.

The two Aurors were walking right behind him, firmly holding his arms to prevent him from running. Run where? he thought. Not that he had somewhere to go. Snape, who had always looked at Mattheo and his brother with an annoying suspicion, was walking ahead of them, his robes floating behind him. Mattheo didn’t know where they were going, or why. Not that he actually cared. Even though the Auros were leading his movements, his legs still seemed to be carrying him on their own, and if he didn’t try to resist, protest or at least ask questions to the silent Aurors, it was only because he didn’t have any energy or will to do so. Everything, including his body, felt numb and his mind was clouded, not functioning properly at all, barely noticing or hearing what was happening around him, instead full of the events of the night, as if it was trying to look for a reason. The only thing he could feel was the grip of the Aurors on his upper arms, the painful dryness of his blurry eyes, his throat sore from crying, his still wet cheeks, and this feeling of unbearable pain, anguish and confusion inside his chest.

After walking through countless corridors, they finally arrived in a smaller corridor, where Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were apparently expecting them. It often came as a surprise to those who didn’t know, but Mattheo actually held great respect for the old headmaster. How could he not? He was the only person his father had ever feared. Dumbledore was still the same as usual, looking calm and serene, while McGonagall looked at Mattheo with what seemed to be sadness. As they came closer, Mattheo saw a simple gray door on the right, which suddenly opened. 

“Mr. Riddle,” Dumbledore said with a calm, almost kind voice, and Mattheo only raised his eyes towards him for a quarter of a second before looking at the ground again, “I will have to ask you to sleep here tonight. If you are in need of anything, please feel free to ring the bell. But I assure you, everything will be alright.”

‘Alright’? Mattheo would have laughed if he could. Behind him, the Auror snigged. Mattheo didn’t speak a word, and when he turned to pass the door, he saw Snape give him a more suspicious look than before. He managed to enter the room, which was a rudimentary bedroom with a bed, two chairs around a small rounded table with a small golden bell on it, and a sink. No window whatsoever, only a few candles floating in the air and drawing shadows on the walls. 

“If you wish to turn the candles off, just ask them to sleep,” Dumbledore told him.

“We will be back in the morning,” one of the Aurors told the Headmaster, and then the door closed abruptly, leaving Mattheo completely alone with his thoughts and the cold silence of a cold room. 

After a long, boring day of classes, he had spent the evening in y/n’s dorm, talking and cuddling, enjoying the comfort and peace only her could make him feel. Then Theo texted him, asking him if he fancied a smoke. Mattheo initially wanted to refuse, not wanting to leave y/n’s embrace, but she told him to go, that she didn’t want to keep him away from his friends. And so Mattheo went, going to one of the darkest corners of the castle where he and Theo knew they wouldn’t be caught by any professors and especially Filch. But the smoke break lasted much longer than usual, and when Mattheo went back to y/n’s dorm, planning on continuing their night together and eventually falling asleep with her in his arms, he walked by the castle’s courtyard and, in the dark of the night, saw something strange on the courtyard’s ground. Frowning, he had hesitated before slowly walking towards it, curiosity leading his mind. The closer he got, the more the strange “thing” on the ground, the clearer the mass on the ground got, and soon it appeared to be a body. Despite the fear that it might be someone he knew, Mattheo had quickened his pace, and barely a few meters later, he recognized whose body it was.

Oh, God. No, no, please, no. Not this. Anything but this.

At the second he recognized y/n’s body, he ran towards it and fell beside her, immediately holding her to his chest, gently shaking her despite his panic which grew every quarter of a second. 

“y/n?! y/n, can you hear me? Baby?” 

But he didn’t get any answer, and when he checked her pulse, he had almost felt his heart break from the pain. 

“No, no, no, y/n, please! Fuck!”

Tears had started to feel, and he was now screaming. He didn’t know how long he spent here, holding her body as tight as he could, crying like he never thought he ever would and begging her to come back, to not leave him alone, but at one point, someone had seen him, had a loud gasp, and had ran to tell someone. Soon, Professor McGonnagall and two Aurors were here, and they tried to take her from him. He screamed and protested, not wanting to let her go, but they managed to separate them, and Mattheo was then led there, his entire being shattered in pieces and his mind unable to work knowing she was gone. 

Not caring to take off his shoes, Mattheo laid on the bed, and tears started to run down his cheeks. She’s gone, she’s gone, his mind kept screaming, and yet, it refused to accept it.

This is just a nightmare. Just a nightmare. I’m gonna wake up soon. 

“Are you sure you don’t want anything to drink or eat, Mr Riddle? Professor Dumbledore insisted.” 

Mattheo barely looked at the Auror sitting on the other side of the metallic table, and kept silent. He could hardly keep his eyes open, too tired from not sleeping at all the night before - and yet not feeling sleepy at all. 

“Well,” the Auror continued, putting a long, thin black bow on the table. “I guess we can start, then. Mr Riddle, do you know why you’re here?” 

Mattheo shook his head. 

“Really?” the other Auror asked, sitting next to his colleague. “No clue? At all?” 

This time, Mattheo raised his eyes towards the two men for a few seconds, and tried not to find weird the way they were looking at him - with disdain, coldness, and something he couldn’t quite get yet - as, after all, a lot of people looked at the son of the Dark Lord with suspicious - Snape included - or even fear, and he got used to it. Why would their eyes matter, when y/n’s eyes looked at him with nothing but love?

And now I won’t ever see them again. Mattheo felt his eyes becoming watery, and tried to fight tears as much as he could. 

“Because y/n is gone,” he said, looking at the table. 

“You’re right,” the Auror on the left said. “But allow me to be more precise, Mr Riddle. Miss y/l/n is gone… because you killed her.”

Mattheo’s mind, still as cloudy as the night before, suddenly cleared up like and working like a machine being turned on. He looked at the two men, and suddenly understood the reason they had been looking at him like that ever since they came into the room a few minutes earlier. They think I’m guilty. 

This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare. This isn’t real. I’ll wake up any moment and see her sleeping next to me. 

Shock, anger, and a bit of panic and confusion came into him like a gigantic wave. “What? I didn’t kill her! Why the hell would I kill her?” 

This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare.

“Oh, you would be surprised at all the reasons why a man could kill his girlfriend. She caught him cheating, he caught her cheating, she saw something she shouldn’t have seen…” the Auror stopped, and looked at Mattheo with malice. “Or maybe he wants to prove himself to his father.”

If he could, Mattheo would have laughed. Here it is. The “son of the Dark Lord” bullshit. He ran his hand through his hair, and sighed.

“You think I killed y/n because my father asked me?” he asked, trying his absolute best to remain calm. “Why would I have accepted?” 

“Well, you’re the second son. The spare. Your father likely planned for your brother Tom to be his second in command, and, if he were to die, his heir, didn’t he? And then, what do you have left, Mr Riddle? At best, you remain the spare and then your brother’s second in command your whole life, and in the worst case… Nothing.” 

y/n. I would have y/n. 

“Dumbledore told us your father tried to contact you last summer,” the second Auror spoke. 

Mattheo felt annoyance growing inside of him, “and did he also tell you that I refused, and hid from him the whole time?” 

“Yes,” the first Auror admitted. “He did say you told him that. But how can we be sure you didn’t lie?” 

Mattheo closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. 

“So, you guys think I’m a murderer just because my father is? For no other reason than that?”

“Actually, Mr. Riddle, the main reason we do believe that, is because…of that.”

The Auror took the long, thin black bow he had put earlier on the table, and opened it before showing the inside to Mattheo, whose eyes opened in surprise. 

“My wand?” 

“Yes, Mr Riddle, we-”

“I lost it,” Mattheo interrupted with a louder voice, feeling his heart beat faster, “I lost it yesterday sometime after class. Where did you find it?!”

“You lost it?” the Auror asked while crossing his arms, sounding amused, “Well, did you tell anyone? Any teachers?”

“I went to tell Professor Snape,” Mattheo answered, “but he wasn’t in his office. I waited for him for almost an hour but he never came back. My friend Lorenzo saw me, I asked him if he knew where Snape was.”

The Auror shared a look that told Mattheo they already knew Lorenzo had seen him - and yet didn’t believe him.

“Now,” Mattheo continued, more annoyed by the second, “where did you find my wand?” 

“Why, near you, Mr Riddle. When we found you near your victim’s corpse,” the second Auror said as if it was obvious.

The dark-haired boy stared at them in disbelief. “What? No, you’re…You’re lying.”

“And when we used Prior Incantato, we saw that the last spell your wand used was the killing curse.”

“That’s why he brought you here, Mr Riddle”, the second Auror continued immediately. “If we didn’t find your wand near you, our theory wouldn’t be based on anything. We might even have believed you when you’re telling us you didn’t kill miss y/l/n.” 

“I did not kill her!” Mattheo screamed. 

The Auror sighed, “Mr Riddle, please. Out of respect for miss y/l/n and her family, do tell us the truth. They deserve justice.”

“You’re lucky, you know?” the second Auror went on, “If it wasn’t for Professor Dumbledore, you’d be in Azkaban, awaiting your trial.” 

“I’m innocent!” Mattheo yelled, feeling himself going mad. “I told you the truth!”

“Alright,” the Auror said with a loud voice, putting a clenched fist on the table. “If you didn’t do it, then who did?” 

“How would I know?” Mattheo snapped. “I found her body in the courtyard, and I didn’t see anybody else.”

“See? You can’t give us a second option. Our talks with teachers and students told us Miss y/l/n had no enemies, was loved by both classmates and teachers alike, and her parents are good people. No one had a reason to kill her, except for you.”

“We don’t need to know the reasons on why you did it, Mr Riddle,” the first Auror said in an almost kinder, more patient tone. “Even though we have some ideas about the ‘why’. Just admit you did it.”

“Admit you did it because either your father asked you to do it, or because, despite your best efforts to make people believe you’re different from him, the truth is, you’re just like him.”

“I didn’t do it!” Mattheo screamed. “How many do I have to tell you?! I didn’t kill y/n! Someone must have taken my wand and killed her! How can you not see that?!” 

The first Auror sighed, meanwhile the second clenched his jaw. 

“Mr Riddle, y/n-”

“DO NOT USE HER NAME!” Mattheo shrieked. 

But the Auror ignored him, closing his eyes for a second, “y/n had a family, friends, people who loved her, and a whole life with a bright future ahead of her.”

Yes. And all I had was her.

“You took enough from her. Do you take away from her grieving parents the satisfaction that their daughter’s killer is not in prison, paying for his crime.”

Mattheo put his face in his hands, feeling tears burn his eyes. 

“I want to see my brother.” 

“Your brother?” the first Auror asked, and this time he sounded genuinely surprised.   

“Well,” Mattheo spat, raising back his head to stare at the two men, “someone should find y/n’s killer if I’m going to be in Azkaban soon, don’t you think?”

“So you admit it? You killed her?”

“No! For fuck’s sake, no I didn’t kill fucking kill her!” 

They didn’t understand, Mattheo thought with desperation and frustration, putting his head back in his hands. Mattheo couldn’t even remember how life was before he fell in love with y/n during their third year. All he remembered is that two years ago, in their fifth year here, he finally gathered the courage to let her know how he felt, and, by some miracle, this beautiful, sweet witch with a heart of gold felt the same way about him. Ever since, all that was inside his mind was y/n, how his heart, life and soul belonged to her and her only, how she was the only one to not see him as Voldemort’s son but how he really was instead, how she was always there for him, especially when he started feeling anxious when his father came back after the Triwizard Tournament, and how their kisses, their hugs and cuddles and sleeping with her in his arms were the most important things to him. And now, he had lost it all. 

The two Aurors suddenly rose from their chairs, and left the room, leaving Mattheo alone with his broken heart and nonfunctioning mind. 

This is a nightmare, this is a nightmare.

PART 2

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[hanjisunglover]

nine people i'd like to know better ♡

thank you for the tag @hanjsquokka

LAST SONG : la noia — Angelina mango

FAVORITE COLOR : yellow, red, green

CURRENTLY WATCHING : spy x family with my fam

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY : savory>spicy>sweet

RELATIONSHIP STATUS : singleee, focusing on my life lately

CURRENT OBSESSION : legos! I always loved them but I'm lately really into it <3

nine people i'd like to know better ♡

thank you for the tag @lix-ables and @bbyquokka <3

LAST SONG : enchanted (taylor's version) — taylor swift

FAVORITE COLOR : blues that remind me of the ocean

CURRENTLY WATCHING : 9-1-1, i'm on the second episode lmao i started it yesterday and an anime called solo-leveling

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY : that's difficult but i'll have to say savory>spicy>sweet but i love food in general so i wouldn't mind anything

RELATIONSHIP STATUS : single and working on my studies + writing atm

CURRENT OBSESSION : stray kids and also cricket! the intranational league games are going on and i hope my home town's team wins the cup after a long time

no pressure tags : @stayconnecteed @facioleeknow @starlostastronaut @j-0ne25 @jeongin-lvr @hyunverse @hanjisunglover @pearbunny + anyone else who'd like to join in <3

[fightme365]

They won't let you talk to their RSA opposites. (Poly! Twisted Wonderland x Non-binary! Reader part 2)

Leona & Malleus: Y/n was curious when they heard RSA students would be coming to visit NRC. They were told they were the hero counter parts of NRC. They wondered what that meant as wandered towards Diasomnia to visit their favorite Dragon, Malleus Draconia. They had been spending lots of time with Leona and Malleus since they meet them.

When they arrived though they heard Leona yelling at someone. It was his normal affectionate yelling at Malleus either. It was pure furious rage yelling. "Leave us the fuck alone, Simon. I want to nap on Malleus' thighs until the herbivore shows us to entertain us. Not talk to you, Simon. Go the fuck away and take your weird blonde boyfriend with boyfriend with you.", screams Leona.

This concerned Y/n greatly especially when they heard Malleus speak in a calmer tone, "Yes, I agree with Leona. You and Auro should leave before our child of man arrives." Y/n enter the area and waves at Malleus and Leona.

With their two crushes is a red haired lion person and a blonde human. Leona and Malleus look at Y/n and then back to the duo in front of them. The red head continues to speak to Leona. "Oh, come on cousin. It's not like were gonna steal your gi...", the red head.

"They're not a girl, Simon. They're non-binary and we are not dating them.", says Leona. "Well were not trying to steal them from you and there should be no problem.", says the red head.

"Simon, we just want to be alone with them. Do you understand?", says Leona. "Yes, but...", says the red head. "Then go so we may woo the child of man.", says Malleus.

"Simon, let's just go. We're ruining their wooing.", says the blonde. The red head and blonde turn around and see Y/n for the first time. The red head smiles and tries to talk to them but the blonde drags him with a small smile and a sorry.

Jamil & Kalim: Y/n was leading to lost RSA students Scarbia to visit their cousins. They meant to go to Scarbia but some how ended up at Ramshackle. One was a red head related to Jamil named Lego and one was a black haired guy related to Kalim named Jaseem. Both seemed nice. However when they reached Scarbia neither Jamil or Kalim were happy to see them though they tried hard to hide it.

Jamil asked them to go grab something for him from his bedroom. Y/n went and grabbed the object but when they returned to the front hall Y/n the four of them talking. "Leave them alone, Lego. There a special person and your not going to ruin that for us.", hisses Jamil.

Y/n hears Lego laugh. "We're not trying to. Your just jealous, cousin. You shouldn't be though. They like you. I can tell. I see it their eyes, Jamil.", says Lego.

"Ahh, it's not like that. We're just friends.", hisses Jamil. "I thought you said we're ask them...", starts Kalim but Jamil interrupts them.

"Shush, my prince. They might hear.", says Jamil. "Who might hear?", says Kalim.

"They mean Y/n might hear, cousin. He thinks they might not like you if you ask to soon. Which is wrong. They do.", says Jaseem.

"Shh, you don't know that. They could be listening. You two need to go.", says Jamil. "Fine, we're leaving. Come on, Jaseem.", says Lego. Y/n hears a door open and close a minute later. They smile and open the door.

Jamil & Azul: Y/n noticed Azul's eye start twitching as soon as the two red heads in RSA uniforms entered the Monstro Longue. The paler red heads eyes lit up and he be lined for Azul. "Azul, you've lost so much weight. I barely recognize you. You look good. Do you remember me? It's Rielle.", the pale red head.

The other red head head for Jamil who was hanging at the bar with Jade. "Hello, cousin.", says the tanned red head. Jamil sighs.

"Hello, Lego.", says Jamil. Y/n was curious and hovered nearby cleaning the bar. Lego notices.

"Who is this lovely beauty?", says Lego as he grabs Y/n hand. "Let go of them.", shouts both Azul and Jamil. Y/n jumps away surprise.

Azul looks at Y/n. "Y/n can you get my phone from office for me? I need to talk to Rielle so I can't get it.", says Azul with a smile.

"Of course, boss man.", says Y/n. Y/n leaves the room but doesn't go to the office. They stand just in the hallway listening.

"You two both need to leave Y/n alone. They're ours.", hisses Azul. "Ooo, someone is jelly.", says Rielle.

"We are not.", says Jamil. Lego and Rielle laugh. "Yes, you are. You both are. You like them. Can't blame you. They're a total hottie.", says Lego.

"Get out of here. Both of you. Your band.", says Azul.

"Fine. Fine. We'll go for now. However well have to catch up later.", says Rielle. Y/n hears a door open and close and then goes to Azul's office.

Jack & Epel: Y/n walked towards Pomefiore where they had agreed to meet Jack and Epel for lunch when they heard Epel shouting. "You both need to go. They'll be here soon. We can't have them see you.", yells Epel.

"Awe, you don't want your boo to see us? That's cute. Your afraid they'll like us more. Ow, Neige. What the hell?", says a strange voice.

"Leave them alone. Your teasing isn't helping their nerves.", says another unfamiliar voice. Y/n looks into the clearing to see Jack and Epel with two RSA students. They we're good looking but not as good looking as Epel and Jack.

"Shut up and just leave.", yells Epel with a very red face. "Oh, come one. I was just joking. We don't want your boo. There all yours.", says of the RSA students with a pout.

Jack sighs and says, "Will you two please just go? We want to be alone with Y/n." "Yes. Come on, Reed.", says the other RSA student grabbing the first and dragging him away as he protests.

[austinbutlersgirll]

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | p gavi

hi my loves i’m fernanda, i’ve been wanting to write about our bf for a while and i finally have time to. if you have any requests feel free to message me.

summary : after a fight pablo air signals your initial after he scores a goal

you stood next to aurora supposedly listening to her although your mind was somewhere else. “y/n are you listening?” you snapped out of your thoughts looking at your boyfriend’s sister. “no sorry, what did you say?” you told her while still looking at your boyfriend.

before his match you had gotten into an argument with pablo. it had started when one of your friends had brought up pablo never treating you like a girlfriend or showing any affection for you. you dismissed her and tried no to think about it but eventually you couldn’t stop thinking about it so you brought it up to pablo.

he told you to drop it as he did show affection for you and that your friend didn’t know what she was talking about, but you didn’t. and so the argument grew, ending in him walking away angrily to the locker room and you going to find his family.

“hermanita, what happened? are you okay? did something happen with pablo? what did he do?” aurora asked grabbing your hands. “i’m okay, it’s just we got into an argument before the match and now i feel terrible auro.” you told her looking up at her. her face softened “que paso y/n/n?” she asked and so you told her everything. “he’s just stressed y/n/n, he’s so in love with you and just doesn’t know how to express it.” she hugged you tightly and you reciprocated it smiling lightly. “thank you auro i really needed to hear that i just hope he’s over it-” you spoke before hearing the crowd yelling.

turning to look, you saw your boyfriend looking up trying to find you. once he did he smiled pointing at you before signaling your initial and blowing a kiss before his team ran up to him celebrating his goal. “seems like he is y/n/n” aurora laughed placing her arm over your shoulder.

“perdóname hermosa, i was overwhelmed i didn’t mean to speak to you like that and you’re right i don’t act like your my girl but i promise it’s because i’ve never loved someone as much as i do you-” he rambled before you grabbed his face smashing your lips against his. “cállate” you told him before pulling away and resting your forehead against his.

“it’s okay pab i know and i don’t care what anyone says because i have you and that’s all i need and i’m sorry for bringing it up i never should’ve listened to what she said.” you told him before he stopped you. “no tienes nada por qué disculparte mi vida.” he kissed you as you both smiled into the kiss.

“¡oye! are you guys finished making out yet?” pedro yelled before the team yelled and whistled in agreement.

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Second Chance - Chapter 1

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Warning: mention of a car accident/coma, mention of having cancer and treatment not working anymore. 

Word Count: 3.3 k

You stepped out of the taxi after paying the man and giving him a generous tip. He was nice. You learned that being a taxi driver was his second form of income, he was helping his daughter pay through medical school. So you didn’t feel bad slipping him an extra $50. You stood on the sidewalk of New York City, fixing your beanie that rested on your head. It wasn’t cold but people always gave you weird looks when they saw your bald head. You stared at the Avengers Tower. Letting out a shaky breath, you ventured inside. You didn’t want to be here but it was your last resort. You much rather be on your sailboat, miles away from any land mass but life had other plans for you. Those plans included talking to a man who was your biological father. You pushed open the door and stepped into the excited lobby. 

People walked around with a purpose. Arms filled with papers and briefcases and even small Stark Inventions. You were ignored by some and offered a small smile but others as you walked over to the receptionist. According to her nameplate, her name was Rebecca and she was talking to a man that wasn’t thrilled at what he was being told. Soon he stormed off mimicking a child throwing a tantrum. As you stepped forward, her phone rang. She gave you a kind smile and answered, “Stark Industries, how can I help you?”

“Take your time,” you whispered and zoned out to the conversation she was having on the phone. You looked at the stuff she had on her desk. It was filled with family photos, and a few figurines but what caught your eyes was a picture of Rebecca on a research boat, holding a measuring tape to get the length of a black tip reef shark. You loved ocean conversation. You double majored; in marine biology and mechanical engineering in college then got your doctorate in marine biology. 

“Hi,” you looked back at Rebecca. She was exhausted. “How can I help you?” 

“Hi, Rebecca,” you said, putting your arms on the counter. “I’m looking to speak with Tony Stark,” you suppressed a groan. “I’m guessing you get a lot.” 

“Do you have an appointment?” You winced. 

“So no but I tried. I called and I was told he wasn’t available till 6 months from now,” you didn’t have the heart to tell her that in 6 months you’d probably be dead. “And I can’t wait that long. It’s really important.” She gave you a look that screamed, ‘I hear that all the time.’

“Look, the best I can do is schedule an appointment in two months.” It was better but you needed to see him today. Your eyes went back to the picture of her on the research boat. You recognized someone else in the photo, Captain Henry Mills. You were close to him. He allowed you to shadow him when no one else would because of your age. It was a cheap card to play but you were desperate. 

“Is that you with Captain Mills aboard the Auro?” You asked, pointing to the picture. She seemed surprised. 

“How-how do you know him?” She questioned. You smiled. 

“I got to join him for a trip when he was researching mating patterns of black tip sharks on how global warming is affecting them,” you explained. “What were you doing with him?”

“I was helping him track sharks off the coast of Florida,” she said. “I won a contest that paid for the entire trip.” She blushed. 

“Are you interested in marine biology?” You asked. She nodded. 

“I take night classes,” Impressive. Now that you looked at her she didn’t seem that much older than you. 

“Look, I’m not normally this type of person but I know Henry well. He took a chance on me when no one else would. If you call Tony and tell him that someone that knew Jessica Stone is here to see him then I will get you back on that boat with him,” she looked conflicted. It was a little unethical to put her in this position but you were desperate. She sighed. 

“I can call him but I can’t promise he’ll see you.” You smiled, it was better than nothing.  

“Thank you! Thank you! You are beautiful.” She smiled, picking up her phone. 

“Hello, Mr. Stark. I-” Pause. “I know you are busy but I have someone here that wishes to speak with you,” you rolled your eyes. “She said she knows Jessica Easton.” Another pause. “Jessica Easton,” Rebecca repeated. “Will do, sir. Yes sir.” She hung up. “He said to take the elevator to the main floor and he’ll meet you there once he finishes in his lap.” Your stomach dropped. You did it. You managed to see him. 

“Thank you!” You said, snapping out of your shock. You must have looked like a fish out of water. “Thank you! I promise you I’ll get back on the Aurora.” She laughed, blushing slightly. 

“I’m glad it worked out. Have a good one.” 

“Bye!” You waved and headed towards the elevator. You pressed the button and waited for it, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you waited. Finally, the metal doors opened and you walked in. 

“Hello, Miss,” a female’s voice said overhead. The doors closed behind you. “I am FRIDAY, an AI created by Mr. Stark, who will meet you on the common floor. May I have your first and last name for my voice recognition software?”  

“Woah! That is so cool!” You weren’t surprised that Tony had an AI software that controlled the entire tower. Maybe once the heavy conversation was out of the way you could ask to see how he did it. “Oh, sorry. My name is Y/n Easton.” The elevator began to rise. 

“Welcome to the tower Miss. Easton,” you thanked the AI and were grateful for the silence. Your leg began to shake as anxiety began to find a home in your bones. You suffered from anxiety from a young age, your mom used to say your head was filled with too many thoughts. You slowly exhaled for 5 seconds and inhaled for 5. You did it a few times before the elevator door opened and you stepped out. It was quite beside the TV that was playing. You were staring at the few Avengers on the floor. 

“Hi,” you said, waving. You recognized the people in front of you immediately. Sam Wilson was sitting on the couch with Steve Rogers by his side. Behind them were Wanda Maximoff and Vision, standing in the kitchen. They stared back at you, a level of confession written all over their face. 

“Hello?” Steve slowly said. “Can we help you?” You shook your head. 

“No,” you didn’t elaborate further, choosing to look around the floor. They had a beautiful view of the city. Their eyes were still on you. “I’m just waiting for Tony.” They relaxed immediately. 

“Pop a squat stranger,” Sam said, hitting the spot on the couch next to you. “Sam Wilson.” He introduced himself. 

“Steve Rogers.”

“I know who all of you are,” It was hard not to know. The Avengers were everywhere. With their fight against Thanos and bringing half of the population back, it was impossible to not know who they were. “I’m Y/n Easton,”

“So Miss. Easton,” Vision said, you turned to face the android. “How are you acquainted with Mr. Stark?” 

“Old friends,” you said. Wanda turned her head to the side, matching the way a dog did when they didn’t understand a sound. “It’s complicated,” Sam laughed as you turned back around. 

“That is the only way to describe Stark,” you giggled, putting your attention on the movie they were watching. The Sound of Music. You were surprised by the movie choice since the man watching it fought in the very war it was depicting. 

“Sound of Music?” You questioned. “Kind of a strange movie to watch when the man sitting next to you is old enough to have lived through it.” The others laughed as the tips of Steve’s ears turned pink. You smiled. 

“We have to show this fossil some of the classics,” Sam said. “And between you and me I love Julie Andrews.”

“Who doesn't,” Wanda said from the kitchen. “She’s a national treasure.” 

“The Nazis apparently,” Steve deadpanned. The living speech devolved into laughter at his joke and it died down as a pair of footsteps walked over. You turned around to see the one and only Tony Stark. He looked like he saw a ghost. His eyes were wide. 

“Hi,” you said, standing up to face him. You knew all about the man standing in front of you. You just never saw him in person. He was created by what the papers wrote about, the interviews you watched, and your mother’s letters. 

“You look so much like her,” you said. You smiled. You got that a lot. Everyone said you and your mother were twins. 

“I got that a lot,” you told him. “Besides my eyes.” Jessica’s eyes were blue and yours were brown. “She said I got my eyes from my dad.” His brown eyes flickered to yours. “Hi dad,” The room was silent besides the pounding of your heart you could hear in your ears. 

“Oh shit,” Sam whispered. You heard a slap followed by a yelp but your eyes didn’t leave Tony, trying to gauge his reaction. Sam’s comment snapped him out of his trance 

“Why don’t we go talk somewhere private?” You nodded, picked up your bag, and followed him. You ignored the eyes on your bag. The silence between you and Tony wasn’t awkward but tense. He opened a door and held it open for you. It was a simple office room with a desk and TV. You sat down and Tony closed the door and then sat down next to you. You weren’t sure to start this conversation. Hell, you never thought you would need to have this talk. “I didn’t know Jessica was pregnant. She never told me. Are you sure-?” 

“That I’m your daughter?” You cut him off. He nodded. It was a valid question. You wondered if other people have come forward and claimed to be the billionaire’s kid. You unclipped your bag and pulled out an envelope. “I found this,” you handed it to him. You watched him open it. It was a letter written by your mother the day you were born. She included a photo of you. “She was going to tell you. There are more letters all addressed to you.” Tony held the picture of you in his hand. You pride yourself on the ability to read people’s micro-expressions. Those expressions showed the person's true feelings when they tried to hide behind a mask. Tony went through a mix of sadness, anger, and happiness. 

“Why didn’t she tell me?” He asked, putting the letter and picture back into the envelope. “I would have been there for you.”

“Would you have?” You asked. You didn’t want to hurt him with the question but you were curious. “Maybe she didn’t think you could have been. You both became successful so maybe it was for the best.” Tony sighed, rubbing his hand across his face. 

“Does she know you are here?” He asked. You smiled, looking down, and shaking your head. 

“No,” she whispered. Gods, you missed her so much. “She died 6 years ago. We were in a car accident. I woke up from a 2-week comma and she never did.” It was a hit-and-run. The police tried to figure out who caused the accident but the trail went cold. “During the Blip, I went through her stuff and found these letters. I put the pieces together.” 

“I’m sorry,” he tried to keep his voice from shaking. You’ve thrown a lot at the man. “What your mother and I had was brief but she was an amazing woman.” 

“I know,” you said. She was a remarkable woman, putting herself through law school and working her way up to become a state attorney all while being a single mother. 

“Are you living in the city?” He asked. You were surprised by the sudden change in the conversation. 

“I am,” you moved here at the beginning of the year. So you’ve only lived in the city for 4 months. It was easier than commuting to your doctor's. 

“We could get you a room here,” he said. “So we can get to know each other.” He added quickly. Oh. You weren’t expecting that. To be honest, you weren’t sure what to expect from America’s Playboy. 

“I’d like that a lot,” you said. He smiled. 

“Great, I’ll show you around.” Tony stood up and opened the door, almost running into Pepper Potts. You saw Tony panic not expecting to see his wife. 

“Sam told me I could find you here.” That didn’t surprise you. Sam seemed like someone to cause trouble. She looked at Tony to you then back to Tony. 

“Mrs. Potts,” you said, standing up and extending your hand. “My name is Y/n Easton. I’m a huge fan of how you’ve transformed Stark Industries.” She shook your hand. 

“Your mother was Jessica Easton,” you nodded. “I was sad to hear of her passing. My condolences.” She glanced at Tony with a tilt of her head as if she was trying to put all the pieces together. “Tony, what’s going on?” That was your cue to leave. 

“I’ll be in the kitchen,” you said, putting your bag on your shoulder. You didn’t miss the pleading look from Tony for you to stay. Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. You left with a smile. 

*

Tony watched as the door closed the door behind him and felt all the air leave his lungs. Your question stumped him. Would he have been there for you? His gut instinct was to say yes. He would have been there; to see your first steps or hear your first words. But he had to be realistic. Everything he created was here, not in DC. Now you were here and he wasn’t going to lose his second chance. First, he had to explain everything to Pepper. With a sigh, he sat down. “What’s going on, Tony?” She asked, sitting down in front of him. He pulled out the letter from Jessica and handed it to her. 

“She’s my kid,” he answered. His wife blinked at him before opening the letter. “Jessica and I slept together, once maybe twice before you and I were together,” he rubbed his hand over his face. “I didn’t know she was pregnant.” Pepper was silent as she put the letter away and tapped it against her hand. “Please say something.”

“What does she want?” Tony wasn’t stupid maybe a little dense but not stupid. You were here for a reason and he had a feeling it was a medical reason. Maybe you needed help with bills. God knows he could fork over a few hundred to help. 

“She hasn’t said.: 

“And this,” she pushed the letter back to him. “Is the only proof that you have that she’s yours.” Tony nodded. Pepper sighed, resting her chin on her hands. “Tony..”

“I know, I know this whole thing is ridiculous,” he stood up and leaned on the back of the chair. “We’ll do a DNA test but if she is mine and she needs help I can’t turn her away,” he looked at the door you left through. “When I’ve already missed so much.” 

“Okay,” his head snapped back to look at his wife so fast he almost gave himself whiplash. “Okay, we’ll help her.” 

“We?” Tony questioned. Pepper rolled her eyes and stood up, walking over to him. 

“Yes, we,” she said. “We do things together.” Tony kissed her, cupping her cheeks with his hands as he tried to pour every ounce of love he had for the woman standing in front of him. 

“Have I ever told you that you're amazing?” He asked. Pepper laughed. 

“It’s always good to be reminded,” she smiled. 

*

You sat at the kitchen island staring at the glass of water. You’ve learned to manage the symptoms but some days were better than others. There was a deep ache in your bones today. You contributed to all the emotions you were feeling. You fished a bottle of ibuprofen out of your back and took two pills, washing it down with water. “Here,” you jumped at Wanda’s voice. “Sorry,” she placed a small bowl of gelatin and a sleeve of saltine crackers in front of you. 

“I’m guessing you know then,” you said, taking a small bite of the gelatin. She nodded, smiling sadly at you. 

“I didn’t mean to,” she said. “Sometimes I just travel into people’s minds.” You weren’t mad at her. They were all going to find out shortly. “Have you told Tony?”

“Not yet. He’s explaining to Pepper who I am. Can you imagine being a fly on that wall?” Wanda giggled but soon her laughter stopped and her smile fell. 

“Is your treatment not going well?” She asked. You bit your bottom lip. There was no reason to lie so she could see through your mind. 

“No,” you admitted. Before you could explain more you saw Tony walk over to you. 

“Ready for a tour of the tower?” You nodded, downing the rest of the water from the glass and taking the role of saltines as you stood up. You ignored the look Tony gave you, questioning why you had those. That conversation would come, all in due time. 

Touring the tower was a whirlwind and it didn't help that your body protested every step. But you put on a brave face and listened to Tony explain all the features of the tower and met some of the other Avengers. You were impressed and excited to explore after a much-needed nap. At the end of the tour, you were joined by Pepper and walked outside to one of the tower's many patios.  

It was beautiful outside and the patio provided a great view of the city. “I’m going, to be honest with you both,” you looked at the couple sitting next to you. “I was never going to reach out. You were living your life and I was living mine and I had no reason to. But I need help,” you took off your beanie. “About a year ago I was diagnosed with acute myelogenous leukemia or AML. I’ve gone through chemotherapy and treatment but now it’s not touching it. My doctors said I need a bone marrow transplant and you are all I have left.” 

“There is no one on your mom’s side?” You shook your head, playing with the beanie. It was a gift from your old neighbor back in DC. 

“Mom was an only child. I’ve met her parents once and it was at her funeral,” you looked back at them. “I know this is insane and I came here and turned your life upside down so I’m not expecting anything. I just-” you sighed, rubbing your hand over your bald head. “I’m a little out of options here.” You laughed. 

“How long are they saying you have?” Tony asked. You looked back at the city skyline. You hated this. You hated telling people you were dying because of the pity in their eyes. 

“6 months. Another year if I’m lucky.” You didn’t look back at them. “But you know life has been good for me.” 

“We’ll help you,” you looked at the couple in front of you. Tony wasn’t looking at you with pity but determination. Pepper had love in her eyes and it was something you haven’t seen since your mother. 

“Yeah?” You questioned. Pepper nodded. 

“We’ll figure it out. Together.”   

_

Welcome to this AU! I’m excited to show you what I have in store!

[xo-lesserafim]

THE EVENTFUL NIGHT

min ho oneshot / maybe fanfic?

Authors note: THANK YOU GUYS SM FOR 100 LIKES AND 11 FOLLOWERS<33 you guys are amazing! As a gift, here is a min ho oneshot/ maybe fanfic? BTW NO HATE TO ANY SUNGHOONS! “ESPECIALLY THE ONE IN ENHYPEN HE IS MY BIAS.”

synopsis: On the night of Min ho’s party, you learn 2 things, what’s it’s like getting a boyfriend and being drunk.

pairing: Min ho x fem!reader aka “Ah-ri Park. / Aurora Park.” e2l. i2l

WARNING: mentions of alcohol and underaged drinking and being drunk, kissing/ making out, swearing, and suggestive? Please tell me if i’m missing anything.

Bold: Korean.

FIRST POV

THIS IS GREATLY INSPIRED BY writingmeraki’s hot & cold.

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YOUR DRESS:

TIME SKIP: MIN HO’S PARTY.

MIN HO’s POV

As I was this girl coming down the stairs, I followed her until she stoped.

“Can I get you a drink, pretty girl?” I said.

“ Um, no thanks.” She said as she turned around.

“AURORA?

Damn.. she looks good.

I mean i’ve had a small crush on her since Chuseok.

“What are you doing here sleeping beast?” I asked.

“I only came here cause Kitty promised me to give me 20 bucks.

Oh, I thought she actually wanted to see me.

AURORA (Y/N’s) POV

“Can I get you a drink, pretty lady?” A guy said.

I could tell that it was Min ho’s voice.

Gosh, I’ve had a crush on him every since I met him.

“Um, no thanks.” I said.

“What are you doing here sleeping beast?” Minho asked.

“I’m only here because Kitty promised me 20 bucks.”I said.

“Anyway, I have to go.”

“Kitty, Q! Hi.” I said.

“ Hey, nice fit. I bet Minho would go crazy for that dress.” Q said.

“Pshh, as if he likes me.” I said.

“‘He doesnt like me, I can tell.

“Yea, totally.” Kitty said.

At the bar, I made a toast “To end the era of being single and bitchless.”

“Oh guys, I have a little treat.” Florian said bringing out a flask full of whiskey.

“No way, give me some.” I said.

“Us too!” Q and Kitty said.

“You guys, I’m going to look the party.” I said.

“All right see you later Aurora.”

As I was walking, I saw Eunice coming up.

“Ah-ri, meet this guy! His name is Sunghoon.

“Hey, pretty nice to meet you.” He said.

“Nice to meet you too.” I said.

We started talking for a bit, then he said this.

“Compare you to Kitty and Yuri, you look way better.”

“What?” I said.

“You look way better than-.”

“You better not say that. Kitty’s smile could make my world light up, and Yuri’s nose is actually so perfect I HATE IT. And the fact that you’re saying that you would bring women down to bring others up, is actually so dumb.”

“Yea? Well I could bring you down bitch!” He said. “

Try me, My parents are one of the richest in Korea, and also one of the Richest in the world. Plus you have no idea the power I hold that could get you expelled, or worse ruin you and your family’s reputation. I mean your parents work for mine right?” I said.

“Uh, yea?”

“Exactly, so be scared, if you want.” I said giving him a creepy smile.

“Excuse me.” He said.

Victory, i thought.

As I walked up to Eunice, i told her, “Eunice, never bring guy to me every I again.” I

Guess I’m still gonna be bitchless :(.

I left to find Kitty, but then I saw it.

Min ho and Madison kissing.

I tried find Kitty but, couldn’t so I text her.

As soon Kitty found me, “Give me the flask, please.”

“Why?” Kitty asked.

“No reason,” I said.

“All right. I’ll be back in 15 minutes to check up on you, k?” Kitty said.

“All right.” I said. In the spam of 15 minutes I drank 15 cocktails.

“Aur- OH MY GOSH!” Kitty said.

“How many have she had?” Kitty asking the bartender.

“I have no idea, sorry ma’am.”

“Aurora, how many finger am I holding up?” Kitty asked.

“TWENTY FINGERS! AND A THRID EYE!”

“Oh gosh, the flask is empty, I needed to get Q and Florian stay here!” Kitty said.

“Whatever.” I said.

I sat there for a second, but I heard “Queencard”

I knew I had to get on the dance floor.

I started dancing, but I slipped, but a strong grip caught me.

MIN HO’s POV

I saw Aurora dancing, but she slipped. I ran to catch her.

“I didn’t know that sleeping beast would fall for me.” I said.

“Are you min ho’s twin brother, cause you guys look so similar, and the voices are the exact same.” She said as I smelled alcohol.

“How much did you even drink?” I asked.

“15.” She said .

“15 sips?” i asked.

“Nope! 15 Drinks!”

“Why did you even drink that much?” I said.

“Well your twin, Min ho was making out with this girl named Madison, and I liked him for a really long time. So i was kinda of mad, and you know the rest.” She said smiling.

“I was the reason she drank a lot?” I thought.

“I’m going to take you back to my dorm, k?” I said.

“Whatever you say.” Aurora says.

As I was walking, “Kitty!” I said.

“I’m going to bring Her to the dorms, you stay.”

“All right?” Kitty said.

AURORA (Y/N’s) POV

In the dorms, they guy gave me water, and he made it drink it.

My head started to clear.

“Min ho?” I asked. “What am I doing here?”

“You were drunk, so I brought you to my dorm.

“Oh.”

“Here, take this.” He said giving me pills.

“Also, do you have a crush on me?”

“What? Um, no?” I said.

Does he know I have a crush on him?

“So you wouldn’t mind if I do this, right?” He said.

“Wha?” I asked before he kissed me.

“Aurora, every since chuseok happened, I’ve had a crush on you.”

HE HAD A CRUSH ON ME?

“Min ho, every since I met you, I’ve had a crush on you.”

“So, will you take the honors and be my girlfriend?”

“Yes! And will you take the honors to be my boyfriend?”

“Yes. Can I kiss you?”

“Yes. I said smiling.”

One kiss after another, and we started to make out.

“Do you wanna go farther?” He asked.

“Not really, I kinda wanna sleep.”

“So sleeping it is.

He gave me a pj shirt, and I would just sleep in my dress shorts.

He was just in the matching pants to the pj shirts.

“Night Min ho.”

“Night Ah-ri”

TIMESKIP: THE NEXT DAY

“Good Morning sleeping Beauty.”

“Morning Min ho.”

“I’ll make you breakfast and coffee.” He said.

“All right.” I said as we got out of bed.

“FOURTY BUCKS Q!” Kitty said.

“Whatever.” Q said.

“You guys betted on us?” I asked.

“Yea, sooner or later you guys needed to get together.” Kitty said.

“Oh, I’m still waiting on my 20” I said.

“Here,” She said giving twenty bucks.

“Thanks,” I said smiling.

I guess after all, I wouldn’t be bitchless.

But, then I woke up from the dream I had yesterday after his party.

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[hydrxnessa]

last post of the year !!

OCs -- [ Intoxicate, Trojan, Auros, Novura, Sorbet, Stardust, Tohka, Amaera ]

ending the year off with oc doodles. this year's probably been the biggest in terms of oc development. like i somehow managed to come back and revitalise n redesign some of Startex's villains (and even overly obsessed over two; i made them love each other fsr???) even brought back a few old ocs as well, yaayy they have an actual backstory for once !!!

i've been developing Startex's lore for 5 years now - its one of my biggest ongoing 'projects' (if u can call it that) and i've been making good progress on its lore :3 !!

one day i'll make some sort of oc amv/pmv or animation meme of my babies .... i need to spill out the startex lore to the world raarhghh !!!!

anyways, enough oc talk. i'm happy about this year. let's hope next year is just as flourishing, if not even more~ here's to a new year <33 !!!

[suguwuus]

★ study session

"but but but harry became an auro—" not up for arguments concerning hp lore, i left the fandom a long time ago and this is my fanfiction so i can do what i want.

wc: 2.1k words

contains: makeout session, scorbus cameo (yeah i was a fan), swearing

"Miss Y/N? Miss Y/N!" A voice called, cutting through the roaring wind. Your teammates, who you were practicing with, nodded at you. You gave a little salute as you steered your broom down.

"Yes, professor?" Your feet tingled at the feeling of being back on solid ground again. The next Quidditch match of the season was approaching fast, and your fellow H/H teammates had agreed to practice right after leaving potions class.

Professor Potter stood beside a pillar, waiting for you with a fuzzy sweater on and a book tucked under his arms. "I trust that your schedule isn't loaded with homework and deadlines. You understand our lessons, don't you?" He asked as you approached, marching on the dewy grass.

You wondered what his reason was to ask about this. "Uh...yes, sir, pretty much."

"Good. Then are you willing to tutor one of my students?"

"Oh. Sure, Professor. But can me and my team finish practice first?"

"Of course. He's still in detention, anyways. I'll show you where to find him, if you can spare a minute."

Before you could ask who "he" was, your Professor had turned around and gestured vaguely for you to follow. You bit back a complaint.

On the way, your Professor spotted Scorpius Malfoy and Albus Potter. His green eyes narrowed under his spectacles. "Don't you two have class?"

"We were dismissed early, sir."

"Then I suggest you remind your boyfriend to wash his hands if he hasn't already. Albus cleaned the blast-ended skrewts' cases earlier, and I got word from Hagrid that they have nasty appetites and nastier excretions."

Professor Potter gave them a knowing nod before making his way back into the castle. You jogged to keep up with him, shaking your head at the two notorious boys.

"Almost there, just up these stairs."

"L/N! L/N, is that a broom? Can I borrow it? Make it—what's the word—levitate, please!"

You looked up, confused at the sudden yelling. You stood at the foot of the stairs ascending the detention tower, and if you stepped back outside you'd see a very broken window several yards up off the ground, as if someone had blasted a hole through the stone by means of magic.

You squinted up at the source of the voice, shielding your eyes from the sun. Then you cursed under your breath. Connor Stoll was grinning devilishly, the hem of his robes flapping in the wind as he stood daringly close to the hole.

"L/N!? That's you, right? The broom!" He held out a hand.

"Why?" You asked blankly.

"Because," He emphasized, "I'm gonna fly out of the window and...oh." His eyes trailed over to Professor Potter, and he froze in shock and embarrassment. "Sorry, Professor!"

Professor Potter looked at you with a smile that said, good luck.

"Merlin's saggy left ballsack, stop asking me unrelated questions!"

An hour had almost passed, and you two had done nothing but argue. Connor would not stop fidgeting and asking questions that sent you out of focus, and your temper had been cut short within 10 minutes of being around the boy. Usually you weren't this snappy, but with Connor, it seemed like you were constantly on the edge of hexing him.

"You're really testing my fucking patience, aren't you, Stoll?" You asked with a sharp exhale as you turned a page of your book.

"You tested our friendship and—"

"Oh, I did the testing now? It's my fault? I started it?" This time, you had put on your most poisonous glare, your words seething with detest. He had crossed the line this time, and even though you didn't mention any names or specific incidents, you both knew exactly what you were talking about.

For a second, you thought you had rendered Connor speechless. But then he opened that stupid mouth of his with equal fury. "You didn't start it, but you ended it. No—could you even call that an ending? You left me hanging for—"

"For good reason! How could you say something like that—"

"How could you not say anything—"

"Just tell me you're sorry!"

You laughed without humor, almost tearing the page of your book off. "I'm the one who's supposed to apologize now? My goodness, you haven't changed since third year."

"You—"

"You are so loud," You cut him off and spoke through gritted teeth. "We're in a library."

"Why are you acting like I'm the only one who's been yelling?" Connor stomped his foot and stood up. "Stop leaving yourself out of the narrative! You're not always innocent! Just because I'm the troublemaker, the delinquent, the instigator—does not mean the other person is always the goddamn angel!"

"You're comparing the rumor to me cutting you off?" You scoffed. "Sit down."

He groaned and ran a hand over his face. "You're changing the subject. Of course you're changing the fucking subject. We're going back and forth like always, or how we used to, until you stopped talking to me!"

"Sit down," You repeated. He sat down, almost kicking the bench. You then forced yourself to flip through the book once more. "Let's get this over with, because I never want to see you again."

Saying that seemed to send a shock down your spine. You had always held some sort of grudge against Connor since...the rumor, but you had never said something like that. That hurt for sure. But you couldn't get yourself to apologize. Not yet.

It seemed unfair that he was asking for an apology from you when he was the one who started it with one small, cruel joke. Of course, you made mistakes, too, but no way he was acting like his side of the story was worse than yours. Ridiculous.

Too many things happened in third year. Scorpius Malfoy, on top of being called the "child of Voldemort" had lost his mother in the same year, and you had befriended him out of pure intentions. It was going fine until Connor had to involve himself.

He knew one of your relatives had a bad history with the Greengrass family, so he took it as an opportunity to humiliate you, saying you thing to do with Astoria Malfoy's death. The joke spread, and it continued to spread until people stopped taking it as a joke, prodding you with questions as if you really took part in whatever happened to her. You hated it. You barely even knew her name! It was a joke carelessly thrown around, though you couldn't find what was so funny about it. Often you'd find yourself wondering what kind of sick humor Connor had back then.

But you were thirteen, too. You felt helpless and betrayed, so you opted for the path where you'd deny anyone who brought it up and respond with anger. Whenever Connor tried to get close to you, you shut down and acted like he wasn't there. It shattered you more to stop talking to him, because you had your truths rooted; you knew the rumor wasn't true and that was enough. But you left behind a friendship, a great friendship, even, and the unresolved burden rotted on your shoulders and weighed you down.

You couldn't deny it hurt. How could it not? Too many things were left unfinished, abandoned after you had run from it all. Plans to visit each other over Christmas, pranks you had wanted to pull, reserved snacks for each other that grew moldy and stale. Thinking about it now, you felt an ache that you thought had been gone.

You drew in a breath, ready to get it over with like you always did. You braced yourself, forcing an apology out of your mouth.

"I'm sorry."

You looked up, but Connor was facing away with arms crossed. He beat you to it, leaving you to stare at the back of his head.

"I was a stupid kid. I don't think before speaking sometimes. Sorry. You don't deserve that and...and I...I'm sorry."

Your expression slowly softened as you thought of what to say. He still wouldn't face you.

"It's, um...I forgive you, Con." It had felt like forever since you had last said his nickname. "It's died down, anyway. People...people and I don't care about it as much as we used to." You sighed and propped your head up on your hand. "I'm sorry, too."

He turned to you, still avoiding eye contact. "It's been a long time, you know. Things have been different."

"I know." You slid your notes over to him, where you had summarized your lesson. You put it on top of the open book, which was turned to the most important page as well. "Are we good now?" You asked hesitantly. It felt like a relief to finally talk normally with a friend turned stranger, but it was also a bit jarring to fix things so quickly. Your heart pounded in your chest.

"I guess so. Yes, I mean," He confirmed, glancing over at you. You almost cracked a smile at that nervous puppy expression he had on, something that you had always found endearing about him.

"Hmm...thanks," He said, scanning your notes. Hunched over the papers, his voice was back to normal, and there was less tension between you two.

"You're welcome." As you watched him study, you took the opportunity to have a good look at him. Aside from the times you'd tear your eyes away from him in passing hallways, you had never seen him up close until now. He looked different from his younger self; of course he did. He looked more matured, his hair grew a bit thicker, his brows and jaw more defined, and he definitely got more athletic. You could spot scars here and there, too, most likely results of his recklessness. His robes seemed a little short on him. You made a note to tell him about it later.

He chuckled and mumbled your name, shaking his head. "What happened to your handwriting?"

"What?" You straightened your back and sat up, scooting over to him on the bench to see what he was pointing at. He wasn't pointing at anything, just a blank spot on the page. You cocked a brow and turned to him.

He was gazing at you with something you weren't sure you were interpreting right. Longing? Admiration? Was he flirting? The little smile on his lips gave it away. You felt guilty for the thoughts that started to drift into your mind. You shouldn't be acting so quickly, so rashly, giving into your desires right after resolving a year-long quarrel—

But then you found yourself on his lips, breath shaking as you hesitated to touch him. He gently took your wrist, putting his quill down and guiding your hand over to wherever you wanted it. When you settled on his arm, he slowly turned on the bench so he was straddling the seat, and facing you.

"I missed you," He mumbled breathlessly, almost whining against your lips. "I miss you, I miss you..." You hoped Madam Pince wouldn't have happened to be passing by, but with the way he was kissing you, that thought vanished almost immediately.

"Y-You're so...you're so..." You trailed off, unsure of how to describe him or whatever you were feeling. It didn't feel real, being there and holding him. A bit strange that that was what was happening after you two made up, but you couldn't deny he was spending your time in a way you wouldn't regret.

He chewed softly on your bottom lip, making you yelp and pull away. "Slow down, jackass."

"No," He giggled, before going back to kiss you. Hard. Your hands on his collar, his hands on the small of your back, sighing in both relief and , studying materials left abandoned.

Footsteps approached and you broke apart. Connor coughed loudly, avoiding the eyes of his older brother and the eyes of his friend.

Teddy Lupin, sporting bubblegum pink hair, wiggle his eyebrows at Connor. "Didn't know you were capable of making someone enjoy kissing you. Did you enjoy that?" He turned to you. You felt your face go hot.

You were about to stutter out an answer when Travis cut you off, rolling his eyes at the other two. "I thought you were being tutored. Anyway, someone's looking for you."

Connor stood up, smiling giddily. He tossed his things into his book back and shooed them away. Then he turned to you. "I'll come back to you later." You waved, speechless, and he walked away with kiss-bitten lips.

first post kinda nervous teehee >_< joke but lmk what u thought of this. if anyone sees this. anyway ill be working on fixing my ocs next mwah

[hanjisunglover]

i always put myself under so much stress with the thought of: i need to release stuff for tumblr and i need to write write write

and that’s fucked up with my whole mental health for a bit now, so i’m gonna try to change that, i’ll put some specific goals for each day, just to see how that goes

because i reall like writing and i don’t want that to be something that just stress me all the time

[auroblaze]

I ffinished sonic frontiers dlc at LAST and I have so mnany thoughts I NEED TO SHARE,

[andromedaexists]

HAPPY 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY ICKY BABY

One year ago today, ΔΆΙΟΣ was published!! My baby boy! My debut novel!!

So many things have happened in this past year, most of them amazing!!

Icarus and I were guests at LavenderCon! We sold over 400 copies! We were nominated for a handful of awards! And we got an audiobook!

Actually, touching more on that last one real quick: We are getting an audiobook for Call Me Icarus book 1!! It's narrated by Orion Auros and if all things go well, it will be available to listen to starting today!!

YOU CAN CHECK IT OUT HERE

Before you do tho, check out this teaser trailer!

Anyways, I'll stop yapping now. I just wanted to come in here and just talk about ΔΆΙΟΣ a bit with it being the one year anniversary of publication!! I hope next year holds just as many fond memories for us, Icarus, and I cannot wait to share more of your story!

[sirlancenotalot]

hidden in their words

a world of million colors

i love you, auro

talking to you paints my world yellow @auroplane (11/24)

[genoartus-inactive]

A lotta stuff has happened again in my private life which has caused a lot of things to go into directions not expected prior. Not nececarilly into bad ones, just unexpected ones.One of those things is the Auros AU. As I am trying to get back into, I am having trouble because of just, how much of it there was detail wise, and for fun, I experimented with a "cleaner" alternate version.And thus came sketches of alt designs for Exodius, Skeimar and Silver + rewrites to their personalities.I won't outline it all here, though if interested I can go into a bit more detail in comments, because this is still a sort of what if scenario. I do like my old ver. of them a lot, but I do think a more cleaned up version could help me actually getting back into making stuff for it instead of just talking about it.Feedback on the alternate designs would be appreciated, and with that, hope you guys have a nice time even with my sporadic disappearances XD