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creativeashproductions · 4 years ago

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A Distant Dream IV // Luke Patterson

Summary: In 1994 seventeen year old Luke Patterson had once again tried to ask out the girl that held his heart. With the belief he would see the younger Mercer girl the next morning he decides to wait to confess his feelings. Only to have soft music bewitched the reader into an antique wardrobe with lots of history

Warnings: Swearing, grief, mourning a relationship, sadness, angst, war/death, mention of strict parents, and fluff

Words: 3.1

A/N: This is a disclaimer: just because the reader and Luke start to get along better and have a date does NOT mean she isn’t grieving her relationship. Whether the love faded or not with Peter that is still a large part of who she was/is or don’t expect her and Luke to fall into a relationship immediately.

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The phantoms had disbanded for the night, leaving Julie alone in her room surrounded by books and Flynn. You’d snuck down to the basement as you had since you arrived in 2020 from a different world. The wardrobe that quite literally changed your life was in the back corner, unassuming for the young girl.

Your e/c eyes pinned to the antique wooden furniture that had traveled from England to America as if fate had guided it. No matter how long time went by you’d never been able to touch the wardrobe, let alone touch remotely close. A part of you feared finding if you could return to Narnia or not.

It was something you kept private from the new people helping you to assimilate back into a life on Earth. The boys often refused to leave you for very long after the traumatic disappearance, even when you urged for space. It had almost been as tricky as negotiating peace with a land boiling with civil unrest.

Alex had taken to holding your hand as you slept for peace in both him and you; he’d noticed the state of sleep you endured. It was fitful and often filled with memories in the form of nightmares. The one from last night reared its head once more.

An intake of breath as you pulled your fingers closed to your cheek. Eyes on the movement before you released the bow. The arrow sailed true into the unsuspecting enemy with a faint whistle as it travelled.

The body dropped, one of many of the battles you had attended since defeating the White Witch. A life was still a life, and taking one was incredibly difficult. You saw it in the eyes of Peter, heard it in Susan’s strained voice, saw it in the way Edmund carried himself, but the most heartbreaking was the feeling of Lucy’s tense shoulders in certain moments.

Edmund and Lucy had been children when the White Witch had reigned and fought. Lucy had been only nine years old when her foot first touched Narnian snow. At that tender age, she’d watched the evil of the world up close. Edmund not that incredibly older. The youngest Pevensie had watched her brother take his last breath. Felt the trauma of Edmund’s gasping as the cordial bled one life-giving drop of liquid.

“I’d like to say it gets better, but it truly doesn’t, Your Majesty.” General Oreius’ announced from his station beside you. It was a lull in the tension building as people got ready for the enemies on the horizon.

Oreius’ addressed you but kept his gaze on the approaching army from an enemy land; the General was gifted in multitasking. He’d stopped to give you a little peace in only the way he knew how to.

“Thank you, Oreius.” You informed the General as he took off into the land ahead, leaving you to hold off the enemy with arrows. The short lapse is a game-changer for you as you run into battle.

Last night’s dream had been a reprieve from the dreams of Peter staring sadly at you curled around Luke. It hadn’t happened, of course, but that didn’t dim the bonfire of emotions you felt for the hazel-eyed guitarist.

You couldn’t quite figure out if you loved Peter the way a wife should love their husband. It wasn’t solely Peter that made you come to the wardrobe frequently. It had to do with the family that became yours when your parents had been shitty.

“Hey.” Julie spoke, stepping up to your side. The first person to have found you in the basement where you had an entirely different life.

“Hi.” You murmured, breaking your stare to meet the lovely teenager who had taken your brother and friends into her home. Even if it hadn’t been a smooth start, the band had grown infinitely closer.

“Do you think you’ll ever go back?” Julie softly questioned with soft brown eyes taking in the action you’d known for years. Your fingers brushed a strand of her gorgeous coil hair behind her ear with a gentleness you’d done so with Susan and Lucy.

Julie watched as your eyes saddened, “I don’t know. Mere seconds before I stumbled out of the wardrobe into your home, I was an adult. I had been in my early ’30s reigning beside my husband, and then I was the same sixteen-year-old girl breaking the chains of the Mercer name.”

“You feel guilty you left Alex, Luke and Reggie without answers, but you feel like you’re betraying your new family?” Julie questioned, shifting on her sneakers to stare at the emotional mask you’d developed in Narnia.

“Something like that.” You simply replied, casting one more look at the wardrobe in your haste to leave the basement.

Julie waited until you had left before she opened the wardrobe with a loud creak. Her hands brushed material hanging before her hand met a solid surface. Her face dropped at the physical evidence that Narnia couldn’t be reached from this wardrobe again.

Julie adored you, but she wanted to know how true happiness looked on your pretty features. Even if she had to give up you just so you could be happy, it was worth it, so when you left the basement each visit, she’d check the wardrobe.

It always failed. Not a speck of snow or a call of your royal title. Had Julie not seen you tumble out of the wardrobe, she’d have never believed the story.

“One day.” Julie murmured to the silent wardrobe.

Your foot barely passed the threshold of your attic space when your ’90s friends dropped unceremoniously on the floor. Each wearing a big grin that matched the fake one you plastered on.

“Where’d you go this time?”

“Top of the Hollywood sign.” Reggie piped up, skipping over to distribute a cheesy tourist keychain of the sign. Had it been someone else than Reggie, you would have joked about it, but you never could with the sweet puppy like teenager.

“Thank you.” You told the boy who had taken to grabbing little souvenirs for you. You couldn’t remember when he’d sat beside you, but he’d softly informed you how much he’d missed you.

In the year following your disappearance, Reggie had built up a collection of trinkets he thought you’d love; he was the one with the most optimism. Even if he believed you’d met an end, that little spark of hope never died. He wouldn’t be Reggie Peters if the hope wasn’t there.

“I wish I knew if my parents kept that box.” Reggie sighed, referring to the trinkets he had collected the year you’d gone missing. You merely squeezed his shoulder in response before catching gazes with Luke.

“Flynn still here?” Alex questioned, pushing himself to sit on the box bench underneath the window. He’d proudly chosen the wear one of the t-shirts Flynn had personalized for the band.

You shrugged, “Dunno. Julie found me.”

Reggie and Luke were oblivious, but Alex knew to the core of his soul where you tended to spend alone time. Alex would see how you’d return with that ache in your eyes more prominent, and your lips quirked down just enough for him to tell. He saw the guilt when you looked at Luke, the way you thumbed your ring.

“Do you want to hang out? Maybe to use Julie’s computer to search for our childhood friends? See if Sarah got valedictorian?” Alex asked, swinging his feet, trying to pull you from your thought which he was successful with.

“Sure.”

Reggie and Luke watched as you and Alex left the attic for some one on one time together, leaving the two.

“I wonder where they’re going?” Reggie questioned, staring after the closed door. His hands pushed into the back pockets of his jeans.

Luke shrugged, “You wanna write a song?”

“Sure! We could-”

“Not country,” Luke told the bassist, who pouted but followed as his best friend poofed to the garage.

The two Mercer siblings wandered the streets of Los Angeles, each in their own thoughts but comforted by the odd brush of their arms. For Alex, it felt like the old days when you both snuck out of the house just for some air. To just to leave the tense expectations shoved on their shoulders by their perfectionist parents.

“If I’d never disappeared and you didn’t die, where do you think we’d be?” You mused, thinking of all the what-ifs. Would you have gotten together with Luke? Would Sunset Curve had gone on to do sold-out shows.

“I don’t really know, to be honest. I think if we’d gone on to be successful that Reggie would have a ranch somewhere. He might have even released an EP of country songs. I think you and Luke would be together.” Alex thought with a bittersweet smile.

“And?”

“And what?”

“Where do you think you would be?” You questioned the older Mercer, who simply shrugged, “I like to think you would have been happy. Whether that was with someone, who was worthy of you or just by being yourself. Maybe you would have started a charity or been an advocate for the LGBTQ+ community.”

Your e/c eyes caught the smile growing on your older brother’s mouth, bringing a lightness to your body.

“I don’t think it matters. We’re exactly where we’re supposed to be. If we had survived, I would have never seen you again.” Alex confessed, “I think we were always meant to meet Julie.”

You went to open your mouth when your eyes found one of the last places you wanted to be. Somehow you and Alex had walked into the area where the country club was sitting just as it was back in the ’90s. From a distance, you could see the unmistakable form of Sarah, the girl in your grade who had always unwillingly competed academically with you. Sarah was just another girl with heavy expectations from her own wealthy parents.

“Is that Sarah?” Alex softly chuckled as the girl, now a woman, holding the hand of her husband with genuine happiness, “She looks happy.”

“She deserves it. The rivalry all our parents had was insane, so I’m happy one of us got the least complicated life.” You informed Alex bumping your hip against his leg as you talked with the pink-loving male.

England, 1940s

Four youth occupied one of the many rooms in the manor that didn’t hold a candle to Cair Paravel grand size and beauty. Not that the four confused siblings spent time taking a gander in the room. Each focused on how they’d lived well into their thirties before regressing back to the ages they were when they stepped into the wardrobe. There were minor changes.

Edmund wasn’t acting like a knob, Susan inserting herself as dominant, and Lucy was quieter than usual. Peter, however, had a boiling rage he could barely contain within himself.

“Do you think Aslan did this?” Susan questioned her siblings. A single tear rolling down her face at the grief she felt.

Each Pevensie was in the beginning stages of grief. They had to grieve the life they had lost in a magical place. A place where the war didn’t ravage like it did to their home country. For the suitors, she’d only just started to seriously look into.

Not a single shred of evidence tied themselves to Narnia.

“Who else?” Peter scoffed, bringing a gasp from Lucy’s mouth. They had all proudly reigned with Aslan in mind. Not a word is spoken against the great lion who’d died for Edmund and came back to life.

“Pet-”

“This is your fault.” Peter told his younger brother with a grimace on his face, “We had everything we ever needed in Narnia. Why did you need to catch that stupid stag?”

Edmund’s eyebrows furrowed, “You make it sound like our lives were perfect. Newsflash, King Peter, but it was far from that. You barely focused on your marriage, let alone Y/N.”

“Edmund.” Susan admonished, glancing between her brothers as if watching a tennis match. The only sister paying attention as Lucy stared out the window at the overcast day.

“It’s true! His marriage was a sham, and he lied to the entire kingdom!” Edmund shouted with a heated glare, “You acted like you were the most important person in Narnia, like the only reason the place worked was because of your hand solely.”

“Shut up,” Peter growled, stepping right up to his little; Edmund had lost a lot of inches, brother with a sneer. Their hair mussed from rubbing against the furs.

“Just because you’re older and you had High in front of your title doesn’t lessen our power too.”

“STOP IT.” Lucy screamed, stomping her foot, “Who cares about that. How about we focus on where Y/N went? She was right with us in there, and then out of nowhere, she’s gone.”

“I know.” Peter’s shoulder dropped in defeat as it settled further into his mind. Not only had he lost the years he’d lived, but he’d also lost you somewhere along the line.

While you’d fallen out of love, or maybe you’d never even been in love with Peter; he’d faithfully kept feelings for you. Part of him had always known your heart was taken by another, but he cherished the times you had together.

“And she’s not in another place right now. She’s somewhere in the far future.” Edmund added with his arms crossed over each other, “She never elaborated on when, where or what the future looks like. How can we find someone that doesn’t exist yet?”

“We hope our future selves can find her.” Susan finished sending a look at each of her siblings, “In the meantime, let’s live our lives for her, so we have tons of stories for her to listen to.”

Molina Household, America 2020

Luke Patterson shook in his black vans, his best pair he owned, holding simple flowers Julie had gotten. Money from busking down at the pier for some cash the boys could have for anything they wanted. They always left money with a note when they got items.

The flowers’ stems were definitely in a battle to survive the grip from the scared teenage ghost. He’d started the day with a tickle in the back of his mind to ask you out. Just a simple date with no strings attached to see where it could go. He couldn’t chicken out when he’d already knocked, and the door was opening.

“Oh! Luke.” You gasped, blinking at the sudden appearance of the phantom. Luke’s eyes melted at the oversized flannel layered over a cropped dark blue sweater.

Your style pre-Narnia and during Narnia had coalesced over the few months you’d found yourself on Earth. Your love of cropped tops returned with a modest twist, the modesty unshakable.

“I know it’s been hard adjusting from Narnia, but I was wondering if you would go on a date with him?” He blurted, dancing on the balls of his vans with an expression of pure nerves.

Your mind flew twenty miles an hour thinking through the implications of accepting a date with this teenager. A dead teenager at that. Sure he was only a year older, but fate had a sick sense of humour.

“I don-”

“I know in your other world you have a husband. I get that, but there’s something undeniable between us. It’s been there since the ’90s, and we always just pushed it away. I learned over the twenty-six years that life is too short.” Luke pleaded, slowly pushing the pretty bouquet into your arms, “Just one date to see if this is worth pursuing.”

You should have said no, but you couldn’t, “One date.”

Luke mentally pumped his fist in the air in celebration as if he was starring in a John Hughes movie. As if reading his mind, you teasingly thrust your hand in the air, the very same hand coming into Luke’s grip.

“There isn’t a lot that we can do, but Willie knows a guy unaffiliated with Caleb. Well, he knows him through a few guys, but he hooked me up. In this lovely basket, we have a menagerie of food that I can eat.” Luke spoke proudly with that same twinkle he always had with you by his side.

Your lips parted in pure elation. Luke Patterson was taking you out on one of the things that had been on your bucket list. A picnic date, something you and Alex each desired to enjoy.

Luke led you down a few streets to a park notorious for cute dates. Julie stood over a cliche checkered blanket. In her hand was an old iPhone or iPod hooked up to a Bluetooth speaker, a playlist curated of your favourite songs ready to go.

“You remember how to use this?” Julie questioned the teen ghost with one raised eyebrow. Luke nodded in his mission to unpack the food in a form that was as romantic as possible.

Julie nodded before casting a quiet goodbye to the two ’90s teens.

“How’d you know?” You questioned Luke as he poured a glass of the beverage he’d chosen. His ever-changing eyes flicked up to yours with an endearing expression.

Your eyes scanned his messy hair. He had taken the time to meticulously styled for his date with you. He’d chosen that gorgeous purple corduroy long sleeve shirt that turned his hair to melted milk chocolate. He hadn’t done a 180 on his style; he’d never tell you he’d styled his hair off his forehead into what Alex had dubbed the Prince Charming hair.

“1994 in the studio for Alex’s fifteenth birthday. Bobby snuck some alcohol he’d collected from his uncle’s BBQ and his father’s stash. We got drunk for the first time and played truth or dare.” Luke recalled with a smile.

He remembered how much of lightweights they were and the way his heart fluttered when Alex answered Reggie’s question. He explained how his ideal date was a picnic in a park with either a guy he was seeing or his celebrity crush. He’d mentioned it was something he shared with you, and then all Luke could think about was taking you on a picnic.

“Dealing with Alex’s hungover ass was a nightmare.” You grunted, swiping one of the pieces of watermelon from a container.

“I can only imagine.” Luke chuckled, slowly shifting closer to you with a sandwich in his left hand. His right arm slowly slinked over your shoulders to rest, the movement halting as your shoulders tensed momentarily.

“Were you really gonna confess that night I disappeared?” You asked the guitarist currently focused on the delicious sandwich. It reminded him of his mother packing his lunch every day, even in his high school years despite telling his mom he could do it himself.

“I was. I chickened out.” Luke admitted and had he been alive, his ears could have flushed along with his cheeks. The bashful ghost struggled to meet your gaze, “I had-have this massive crush on you. I’ve had it since you called me your knight in shining armour-”

“When I sliced my knee open, and you carried me home.”

“I’ve never told anyone, but you’re kinda the reason why I started wearing no sleeves. The guys and us were watching a film, and you mentioned something about the actor’s arms.” Luke snickered with a smile that faded at your sheepish grin, “Oh my god, you knew.”

“Bobby let it slip, ‘I watched him cut the sleeves of his shirts, stitch the raw edges of the fabric, prick his fingers a ton, and he nearly broke my foot’”

“Yeah I almost dropped a weight on him.” Luke snorted, shuffling to lay his head to rest on top of yours. He’d quickly learnt in his mission to gain muscle for your attention that he liked the exercise. He continued to get in shape and grow some muscle, but he still wore sleeveless shirts for you.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Luke beamed at your words, “Nah, you’re the beautiful one.”

The rest of the date was everything you had ever wished for. Luke went above and beyond your expectations, even as a ghost. He’d packed a sweater to help you into when the night appeared, and the cold came. He held your hand on the way home and walked you straight to your attic door.

Luke didn’t push for a kiss either. He simply raised your clasped hand to press a lingering kiss on the back of your hand.

“Sweet dreams.” Luke murmured before he walked down the stairs. The euphoria ensuring he forget his ability to poof.

He wore the same lovesick expression into the studio where two ghosts waited for all the details. Alex and Reggie each buzzing in anticipation for their guitarist best friend.

In your room, you analyzed your feelings closely.

The guilt wasn’t as suffocating as you’d anticipated after going on a date that wasn’t with Peter. Just the guy that had been a reason your marriage with Peter wasn’t how it should have been. You also knew in your heart that Peter would want you to be happy and move on. In fact, in the last two years of your marriage, things had changed to just being two best friends married.

Your eyes met the window of your attic bedroom with a small smile. Your right hand slowly sliding the symbol of love from your finger. For the first time in a very long time, your wedding and engagement band left your hand.

“I’ll always love you, Peter Pevensie.” You murmured from your place in front of your dresser. The two rings slid into the old jewellery box where they would stay.

The only signs of your previous relationship status are just memories and a pale line on your ring finger.

Time to move on. Time to accept that Narnia was in the past and not in your future. Time to accept that Luke Patterson always had and always would hold your heart in his hands.

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honeyheartsandkisses · 4 years ago

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A million times yes

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

One Shot!

Summary: You and Fred have always been really close. After a bad day, he tries to cheer you up and you accidentally confess. (You are in the same year as the weasley twins, one year above the golden trio.)

Warnings: Kissing, and maybe even a little grinding but no smut.

Word count: 2.6k

Sitting here in your potions lesson, you couldn't help but let your mind wander off. Professor Snape's voice droning on in the backgroun about the different kinds of spider venom and what they can be used for. The mildly pleasant smell of bubbling potions and the dim candles illuminating the dungeon all melded together, casting a drowsy spell on you.

"Miss y/l/n!" Snape's nasally voice pierced through your lazy state. You jumped to sit up straight, finding Professor Snape standing right in front of your desk. His face twisted into a nasty scowl.

He starts circling your desk like a vulture circling it's prey. You knew you were in deep trouble. "I suppose you find all this information boring Miss y/l/n?"

"No sir." You said. Staring down at the opened textbook on your desk. Snape always had a thing for torturing gryffindors.

"Humor me this, can you tell me the ingredients for a forgetfulness potion?"

"Umm... no sir."

"Not so smart now are we?" Snape grins, his long crooked nose twisting to make him look truly frightening. "Tell me the ingredients for a truth potion then."

You look up from your desk, and make eye contact with your best friends Fred and George Weasley. The red-haired twins who were seated just a table in front of you had turned around (just like the rest of the class) helplessly watching Snape humiliate you. A few slytherins were snickering, completely enjoying the show.

Feeling defiant, you wink at your two best friends before looking up to face Professor Snape. "With all due respect sir, you never taught us those two potions. How am I supposed to know what's in it?"

Your two best friends start cackling with laughter, clearly impressed by your sudden burst of confidence. A few gryffindors flashed you thumbs up signs, stifling their laughter.

"SILENCE!" Snape stops circling you and look down at you, administering a death-like glare. It instantly made you regret your decision from just five seconds ago. "Miss y/l/n. Very brave for an orphan." The word orphan struck a nerve. Your parents were muggles and at the age of 11, they passed away in a car crash. You were the only one who survived that night. Everytime someone brought it up you would relive it. The heavy snow, the thick ice, the feeling of the car skidding on the ice, and worst of all, your mother's screams.

"Perhaps they never got the chance to teach you classroom manners?" Snape continues in his low nasally voice. Your blood boiled. How dare he bring up your painful past.

"They must be disappointed to learn that their very own daughter turned out to be a failure." This makes your hands clench into tight fists.

You slam the table, standing up from your seat. "I am NOT a failure."

Professor Snape looked almost slightly surprised at your outburst. But within a second he restores his emotionless front. "Six hours of detention Miss y/l/n. Tonight. You will polish all the trophies in the trophy room, without the help of your wand. Be there immediately after dinner or it'll be eight hours. Do you understand?"

Still trembling with rage, you sit back down. "Yes Professor."

The moment Snape goes back to teaching, George quickly slips you a note. You felt slightly better knowing that your friends had your back. Holding the small piece of parchment under the table, you unfold it to see two familiar handwritings.

One of the handwritings had more rounded letters. You easily identified it to be George's.

It wrote: Wow six hours is going to be tough. I'm sorry he said those thing to you but i loved that you stood up for yourself.

The other handwriting was slightly crooked, and this belonged to Fred.

It simply wrote: Are you alright?

Your heart skipped a beat. It definitely was not out of the norm for the boys to show concern but everything Fred said and did made you want to scream. Your heart did backflips whenever you saw him. The way his messy red hair always seemed to fall perfectly into place when he ran his fingers though it, the way he always had a pleasant woody scent on him from all his quidditch practices, everything made you fall in love with him.

You flip the small piece of parchment around and write on the other side and write: I’ll be okay. Before handing it back to the twins.

You manage to stay out of trouble the rest of the lesson, and when Snape finally dismisses everyone, you scoop your heavy textbook into your arms and the three of you head toward the great hall for dinner.

“Maybe we should leave an exploding chocolate bomb on his table.” George says, holding the classroom door open for you.

You laugh, walking through the door with Fred following closely behind you. “Don’t be silly George. Snape’ll figure it out right away.”

“Still worth a shot don’t you think?” Fred says, winking at you.

You quickly shake your head. “I mean it boys. Don’t. Do. It.”

“Alright alright fine.” George says, while Fred swiftly grabs your textbook from your arms, carrying it for you the rest of the way.

“Actually we know a trick or two when it comes to cleaning the trophy room.” Fred says, looking down at you. Him being a whole head taller than you, he towered over you. It made you feel safe. “You could always bewitch a few sponges to self-clean. Sneak them in under your cloak.”

“Snape said no wands but he didn't say you couldn't do with a little... lets call it special equipment.” George adds.

You decide to take their advice, and before reporting to the trophy room after dinner, the three of you stop by a supply closet to bewitch a few sponges before they walked you to the trophy room where Snape was already waiting.

Professor Snape eyes you suspiciously before scowling. “Your little friends cannot stay with you y/l/n.”

Slightly annoyed, you snapped back. “Yes I'm well aware. They were just leaving.” The twins each give you a small pat on the back before hurrying off, leaving you with Snape.

“You will polish and shine all the trophies in this room.” Snape says in his nasally voice that always left you nauseous. Only when he steps aside do you see how massive the room was. With shelves extending from the ground up to the ceiling, each one of them crowded with trophies of all shapes and sizes. Some looked like regular muggle trophies but some seemed to be able to move. Some had faces on them whereas others were shaped like mystical animals.

“Maybe this will teach you not to disrespect a teacher.” Snape says, the corner of his lips turned upwards, clearly delighted to see you in misery. “I will be back every hour or so to check on you. If you’re not here, it’s another two hours of detention and fifty points from Gryffindor. Your wand will be confiscated until all these trophies are polished.” You reluctantly hand over your wand, wishing you could hex the professor. “Get started.” With that, he turns around and walks off, shoes clicking down the dimly lit corridor.

Cursing under your breath, you retrieved your earlier bewitched sponges from the supply closet, along with a couple other polishing solutions. To your surprise, they worked brilliantly. The small sponges scrubbed every inch of each trophy leaving it spic and span, before automatically moving on the next. While the sponges were busy at work, you headed over to a corner of the room and sat down. Just when you were about to doze off, a familiar voice jolted you awake.

“Tired already? It hasn't even been an hour.”

You look up to face it’s owner, coming face to face with Fred Weasley. Your heart swelled. Quickly rubbing the seep from your eyes, you laugh and pat the ground next to you, asking him to sit and he complies.

“What are you doing here?” “Wanted to say hi to Professor Snape.” Fred says, gleaming mischievously at you. Under the dim light, his brown eyes looked like honey and the smell of his freshly shampooed hair gave you the urge to pull him into a hug.

You roll your eyes. “Ha-ha. Very funny Weasley.”

“Are you really alright?” He suddenly says, catching you off guard.

You smile, hugging your knees. “Yeah I told you I’ll be fine.”

“But you’re not...” He looks down at you, almost like he could see right through you. “When Snape mentioned your parents earlier, you looked so incredibly sad. Like nothing could ever make you happy again.”

“I know...” you let out a big sigh. “Everytime someone mentions my parents I re-live that night. Id be lying if I said it wasn't terrifying. But this is something I have to deal with on my own. It’s not anyone’s job to fix me.” Before you know it, a tear escapes the rim of your eye, rolling down your cheek.

Fred puts an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. “I understand. I just wanted you to know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you. So don’t be afraid to let me know if you’re struggling.”

You snuggle closer to his chest, his arm still tightly wrapped around you. Feeling a warmness wash over you, your mood changed for the better. You tilt your head upwards, looking at him. He senses your movement and looked down at you with concern. Your face merely inches away from his, you fought the urge to kiss him. His eyes travel down your face, staring at your lips before looking into your eyes again. “Y/n I...” But before he could say anything else, you press a kiss to his lips, quickly pulling back to observe his reaction. He looked confused and flustered, making your heart sink. You just made a huge mistake.

“I'm sorry I didn't mean to... I just...” You stumbled over your words trying to find the right thing to say. You felt embarrassed and humiliated. Did you just singlehandedly ruin your friendship with the Weasley twins?

But all of a sudden, Fred stops you from freaking out. “Shut up.” He sounded urgent and needy. He crashed his lips with yours, and you could feel his passion and urgency. Like he needed this for a long time. Like he never wanted to stop kissing you. His hands cup your face, deepening the kiss, while you move to sit on his lap. A growing heat in your lower belly started to take over and you rocked your hips forward, grinding on him. He snakes one arm around your waist, pulling you closer while you kiss his neck.

Suddenly, you hear the sound of shoes clicking against the hollow corridor and you pull away from Fred in a hurry. “It’s Snape!” you whisper urgently. “You need to go now! He’ll punish you!”

“But-” Fred tried to protest, but you move off of him, quickly standing up.

“Please Fred I wouldn't want you getting into trouble because of me. You need to hurry!”

He gives you a reluctant pout, but finally agrees. “I’ll see you later.” He kisses your forehead before hurrying off.

Shortly, Snape arrives to see you hard at work polishing the trophies. He mumbles something about you having a bad attitude before leaving, and once again you’re left alone.

You sit back down in the corner, going over the past few minutes. Fred Weasley kissed you. The boy you’ve had a crush on since your second year in Hogwarts. He liked you. Being held by him was the most amazing feeling in the world. Kissing him made your head spin.

Time flew by and before you know it, Your six hours of detention had passed. It was now 1am and the bewitched sponges had obediently dropped to the ground lifelessly after polishing the last trophy. As if on cue, Snape returns, walking up and down the trophy cases.

“Very well y/l/n. You may leave.” He hands you your wand.

“Thank you Professor. Always a pleasure.” You say sarcastically, bolting out the door before he could lecture you again. When you made it up to the common room, you expected it to be completely empty. After all, it was 1am. But to your surprise, Fred was fast asleep on the sofa in front of the fire, his chest rising and falling in sync with his breathing. He had waited for you to come back. You couldn't help but giggle. Grabbing a blanket from a nearby cupboard, you lay it over him and kiss his forehead.

Just as you were about to tip toe over to the stairs to make your way up to the girl’s dormitories, he stirs from his sleep.

“y/n? Is that you?”

You make your way back to him, sitting down on the sofa. “Hey, what are you doing here silly? Shouldn't you be in bed?”

He sits up, pulling the blanket off him. “I wanted to be here when you got back.”

“Well? I’m here now. Whats the matter?”

Without saying another word, a mischievous smile spreads across his face. Reaching under the sofa, he pulls out his quidditch broomstick. “Let me take you on a flight?”

Your eyes lit up. For years you've been begging the twins to let you use their broomstick. Theirs was always better than yours because you weren't on the quidditch team. But they guarded that thing with their life. Not once did they allow you near it.

“Really?” Fred stands, holding his broom in one hand with the other hand outstretched towards you. “Milady?”

You laugh, taking his hand. Just like that the two of you sneaked out of the Gryffindor common room, creeping past Mrs Norris and Filtch’s office. After a few long corridors and several flights of staircases, the two of you finally reach the main door. He pushes it open, and you step out into the cold night. It’s so dark, it could be impossible for anyone to see the two of you zooming around in the air.

“It’s a little chilly tonight. Here hold this.” Fred hands you his broom before taking off his coat and handing it to you. He takes the broom from you again and says “Put It on. Wouldn't want you catching a cold.” You pull it on, thanking the heavens that its dark out. This way he couldn't see how much you were blushing.

He straddles the broom before lowing the back end. “You ready?”

“Just one question.” You say, stepping closer to him so your bodies were slightly pressed together. “Why’d you bring me out here?”

“I wanted to cheer you up of course.” He says, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Wait... is it alright I did that?”

“Well, that depends.” You lean over his shoulder and whisper in his ear. “Are you my friend or are you my boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend.” he blurts out immediately. “If that's what you want of course.” he adds, looking rather embarrassed at his quick answer.

You giggle at his adorable display. “Fred Weasley are you flustered? For the first time in your life?” “Shut it y/l/n.” he laughs, “Come on, you know you're gorgeous, and funny, and kind and you have a cute butt. Now tell me, will you or will you not be my girlfriend?” Despite the nonchalance of his tone, you could tell he was nervous. His eyes gave it away.

“A million times yes.” Putting your arms around his neck, you pull him in for a long kiss. It was head spinning and life changing. The two of you only pull away when there was not enough air left. You think I have a cute butt?” You ask, smirking at him.

He smiles, rolls eyes eyes and simply says “Hop on princess.”

You climb onto the back of his broomstick, wrapping your arms around his torso tightly before the two of you take off into the night.

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hanideyumeron · 5 years ago

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tsuki roze x minamoto teru ~ quarantine gift exchange

this is for @jshk-oneshots uwu i’m pretty sure i wrote this at 2:00 am after feeling a very big urge to write cause i remember writing none of this yet here it is ._. i feel teru is a bit ooc, so please forgive me ;-;

The Tsuki and Minamoto family had been rivals since what seems like the dawn of time.

Each year, the eldest of each family would battle to see which one is superior; the Tsuki family or the Minamoto family. But as times modernised, battling with swords or guns became abnormal, so, unfortunately, the battling had to modernise just like the world.

How did they do this? Why by getting the best grades of course.

The eldest of the Tsuki family was no other than Roze who, like her name suggested, was as beautiful as the rose. She could bewitch anyone with her big brown eyes that looked as smooth as milk chocolate. Unlike the many people before her, she hated the ‘battling’ she had to do. Whenever she thought about it, she just wanted to stuff her head into her pillows and groan.

Recently, Akane had been constantly objected to these bursts of anger and groans as Roze poured her heart out; saying how unfair it was to her that she had to beat Minamoto Teru of all people in grades. It was no use, however, as Teru was older than both of them, and would probably tie them upside down if they tried to do anything. She knew it was impossible, there was no use! What was worse was Teru loved to tease.

“Mmm, that’s sad Tsuki-san,” he said leaning over her desk. She could feel his eyes boring holes into her head. She even felt the urge to rub the spot where he was glaring at. All Teru was doing was looking at her. Then, he took her test and smiled down at her again. That same grin that she wanted to rub off so badly. “I got a higher score than you,” he said with a hint of cockiness. His smug smirk was still on his face as he hovered over Roze who, at the moment, really didn’t care about her scores.

“Oh that’s a shame,” she mumbled looking at her score as well. It wasn’t bad, my goodness, anything but that. But if she wanted to beat Teru, my god she'd need to do better. Looking up to Teru for a second proved to be a bit stupid because as soon as she did, Teru let her see his icy blue eyes which sent shivers down her spine. She could feel what they meant. They were screaming ‘I dare you to actually try, wimp’. Ouch, her ego hurt a bit. “Too bad I don’t actually care,” she mumbled before looking away.

Teru looked at her in confusion.

That lunch, he decided to confront her about it since she usually ate alone on the rooftop. When he got there, he saw her sitting on one of the benches. Her hair was the same brown colour, indicating she hadn’t fought any supernaturals yet that day. She wasn’t facing him, meaning she wasn’t aware that he was currently up on the rooftop as well. Teru, being the secretly playful teen he is, decided to scare the girl. Yes, the two of them may have been rivals, but behind all that he liked to think him and Roze were good friends, although the rivalry did get in the way in those things.

“Booarch nemeses?” The question made Rose look up and blink. This time she was the one to filet her head.

“Eh? I-I was joking!” She blurted out “W-We’re…I guess friends,” Why did it hurt when she said friends like that. It felt unnatural but it was there, almost as if it was like it was a bone that refused the crack and continued to hurt.

“Friends…,” Teru mumbled, looking off to the distance. He thought back to when they were in the classroom, where the switch flicked on and they were rivals once more. He remembered what she said back there “Too bad, I don’t actually care,” It was no lie that Roze hated fighting Teru. Honestly, Teru hated fighting Roze. They were in the same class, sure, but all this competing sure got old and frustrating real quick. “You don’t actually see me as a rival, do you, Roze?”

The statement made Roze spit out her rice and choke on her spit before she looked straight in Teru’s eyes “EH? OF COURSE, WE ARE! Y-YOU WANT TO FIGHT RIGHT NOW, I SWEAR I WILL-,”

Before she could bring out her sword, Teru had already reached over the table to cover her mouth. He lightly shushed her, looking to the sides to see that people were indeed looking at the pair. He awkwardly smiled and pulled Roze out of the canteen, and to an abandoned hall. “Hey, I haven’t even eaten yet!” She grumbled angrily, which made Teru look back at her. Raking a hand through his hair, he sighed and looked down at the girl.

“What were you thinking? You were really going to take out your sword in a canteen of all places,” he bent down when a thought went through his head “Don’t tell me, are you sick? Did that meal make you sick? Don’t tell me I have to-,”

“I’m not sick! Jeez, stop babying me, I’m not Kou,” Roze swatted Teru’s hands away and looked off to the distance. There was no sound. No people. Nothing. Just...them and the silence.

“I don’t like being rivals,”

The confirmation made Teru’s eyes widen a fraction before softening again as the girl fiddled with her hands. Small and dainty, that’s what they were. Rose knew she knew for a fact, that she shouldn’t pour her feelings out to Teru, the boy she was supposed to be battling until their families’ had their fill.

“I-I don’t like comparing test scores, competing in sports competitions, seeing who can be the most liked by people,” a laugh came from her throat, but it was agonising to listen to. It sounded like a broken record “Don’t you hate it too?”

Honestly, Teru did. Roze was in the class below her, and frankly, he didn’t like battling with someone younger than him. It felt as if he was constantly a level higher than she was. And it wasn’t fair. None of it was. He didn’t mind being an exorcist. Being one was one of his prides and joys. But upholding a grudge that his family had for generations, a grudge he personally didn’t have. It felt like a lie.

And how could he lie to someone he genuinely loved.

The only way he knew how to express love, was to use blunt words and small affectionate gestures. So with that in mind, Teru reached out she patted Roze’s hair, not knowing what on earth he was doing. This wasn’t Kou. This was Tiara. This was Roze. And he couldn’t treat her like them.

With wide eyes, she gazed up at Teru, who awkwardly smiled back. “No...I don’t like it,” he mumbled sighing. Then, he decided to hug her, which made Roze feel more comfortable. “I have a plan,” he said briefly “How about...I tutor you and help you get the same scores as me. That way both of us win,”

The plan made Roze laugh wholeheartedly, pulling away a bit to look at Teru “That would be awesome! We could meet at the library so we won’t see our parents oh oh and-,”

Teru just listened to her rant about the upcoming plan. Honestly, for some unknown reason, Roze’s voice was calming. The two of them will end their pretend rivalry they made up for their parents and become allies. And maybe, end their families centuries-old quarrel officially someday.

,”

The sudden jolt that was inflicted onto Roze’s shoulders made her shriek, making her drop her lunch on the floor. The bento landed with a sad splat on the ground which affected the two that the lunch was practically ruined. Rose whipped her head around, wanting to know who was the culprit that made her freak out. All she saw was a laughing Teru who thought that her shriek was hilarious and nothing short of amazing. He was holding his stomach from laughter and soon it began to hurt from laughing too much. “Hey, it’s not funny!” She yelled, pointing pathetically at her lunch. She groaned in frustration and pushed Teru back from her. She hated the way his laugh made her head all fuzzy and her thoughts turn to honey. It was a troubling feeling but a feeling she could get used to.

“You owe me a lunch you prick!” Roze yelled. Normally she wouldn’t act like this, but because this situation involved spoiled lunch, especially her lunch, drastic measures needed to be taken. Namely guilt-trip-and-make-the-person-by-me- another-lunch drastic measures.

Teru calmed down and looked down at the girl before smiling again, his princely charm glowing off him. “Fine, fine,” he said “Come on, I’ll buy you lunch. I need to talk to you anyways,” with that he started walking back to the doors of the rooftops.

‘Talk to me?’ Roze grumbled, hesitating to follow him. Her gaze went back to the ruined lunch she was about to enjoy and then her mind angrily settled. If he was going to give her free food then she’d take it. Picking up her stuff, she caught up to Teru who was calmly making her way downstairs.

When Teru bought her lunch, the two settled in the canteen of the school. Roze could feel the glares of fangirls hurt her back like arrows each time another one would look at her and Teru. Why couldn’t they mind their own business, jeez, Teru is a human being as well. Despite the glares, Roze just looked at her lunch and started to eat it. “So, what does the almighty Teru want to talk about to his arch-nemesis?” Roze said jokingly as she ate. Teru tilted his head and blinked.

“Is that what we are now?” He asked with a chuckle, scratching a bit on his cheek “Are we arch nemeses?” The question made Rose look up and blink. This time she was the one to filet her head.

“Eh? I-I was joking!” She blurted out “W-We’re…I guess friends,” Why did it hurt when she said friends like that. It felt unnatural but it was there, almost as if it was like it was a bike that refused the crack and continued to hurt.

The statement made Roze spit out her rice and choke on her spit before she looked straight in Teru’s eyes “EH? OF COURSE, WE ARE! Y-YOU WANT TO FIGHT RIGHT NOW, I SWEAR I WILL-,”

“I’m not sick! Jeez, stop babying me, I’m not Kou,” Roze swatted Teru’s hands away and looked off to the distance. There was no sound. No people. Nothing. Just...them and the silence.

“I don’t like being rivals,”

And how could he lie to someone he genuinely loved.

The plan made Roze laugh wholeheartedly, pulling away a bit to look at Teru “That would be awesome! We could meet at the library so we won’t see our parents oh oh and-,”

#teru minamoto #minamoto #teru #tbhk #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #tbhk x oc #jshk x oc

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softjeon · 6 years ago

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Drown in me | Pt. 2

• Pairing: Pirate!Yoongi x Siren!Jungkook • Genre: Angst, Fluff | Pirate!AU / Siren!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 11k | written with @cassiavioletblue • Disclaimer: mentioning of blood, alcohol, abuse, nsfw content

↳ “When I sing…people do weird things. Strange things happen.” Yoongi laughed awkwardly but stopped right away when he realized that Jungkook was serious about what he had said. This wasn’t a scared little boy trying to make use of some fairytale to scare the captain of the ship he’s been brought on into submission. He believed what he said.

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The darkness had pulled him under, letting him forget for a few hours. Jungkook had always loved his dreams. They were vivid, colorful - everything that he imagined his life to be. But when he woke, there was nothing of it left and the feelings were replaced with sadness and the beautiful, melodic sounds were now heavy rain drumming rhythmically onto the deck of the ship.

Jungkook sighed, rubbing his neck in pain, when his gaze fell onto Yoongi. The pirate was still sleeping in his bed, looking as peaceful as one could be. Biting his lip, the young siren got up and tip toed over to him. His heart beating fast, as he hovered over him for a moment, wondering how someone as cruel as a pirate could look so soft in his sleep.

You could never rest as a pirate, not really. Crewmembers would steal each other’s part of the treasure or just play tricks on each other however, as the captain Yoongi’s had it a little worse. If someone came into his room at night then he wouldn’t have to fear tricks or stolen gold. Mutiny wasn’t uncommon on pirate ships. But they would never get him. He always slept prepared and he had never been a light sleeper.

His instincts kicked in the moment the dark shadow fell over him and he gripped whoever was hovering above him, pulling him down roughly and rolling on top of him, the knife he always wore close in his free hand pressing down on the intruders throat. The adrenaline kicked in a second after his instinct and Yoongi blinked a few times to clear the haze from his mind. A headache hit him when he saw who he had caught there. “What are you doing?” His voice was a little slurred, some parts of him having a little more difficulty to wake up. “Trying to taste some pirate after all?” He only realized after how suggestive it sounded and added with a chuckle, “I think I could arrange something for you then…”

The squeal got choked off and Jungkook bared his neck on instinct when the knife blade was dangerously close to his skin. “You…you just looked so peaceful…and soft. I wanted to wake you up, but you were faster,” Jungkook’s eyes stared up at the pirate, blinking a couple of times in confusion when it hit what the other had suggested. He blushed hard, writhing his body under the weight of Yoongi on top of him, “N-no thank you. Could you please…”

“Wait -,“ The pirate kept the younger from wiggling out under him, “Are you.. blushing? I thought being seductive would be siren territory. What do you bewitch people for if not for food or sex? Or am I not your type? Sorry, all male crews are the norm at sea.” The blush was still evident on his cheeks when Jungkook rolled his eyes. “You still don’t get it, huh?” Jungkook sighed, before he pointed at himself, “I am half human, half siren. At least that’s what I think is right. I don’t want to bewitch people.” He averted his gaze, “I had to, yes, for food. But I had nothing else…” Then he blushed some more, biting his lip to keep from saying anything that could be held against him.

“Nothing else, hm?” So close to him Yoongi could count the long lashes that were framing his dark doe like eyes, fluttering against peachy skin whenever he blinked. Getting bold he brushed his thumb over the younger’s soft, rosy lips, “I’ll tell you a secret, beautiful. You don’t even need to use your voice to bewitch someone. All you have to do is bat those eyelashes and look at a person with your big brown eyes and they’ll be gone for you.” A shiver had run down his spine, when Yoongi had touched him like that. For a moment Jungkook swore he was the one getting lost in Yoongi’s eyes, their roles reversed, when he snapped out of it pretty quickly.

Yoongi patted his cheek, “Just don’t let them know you're half-fish. Not everyone likes that.” Realizing he still had the knife on Kook’s throat he quickly put it away. “Oh! Sorry about that. Habit I guess.” He got up and then looked at Jungkook, “How’s your leg?”

The siren hastily got up and walked over to the couch again, as if it was his safe spot. “I’m not a fish,” Jungkook murmured under his breath. To answer Yoongi’s question, the younger pulled his leg up, soothing over his now flawless, unscared skin. When he let the pants fall again, Jungkook plopped down onto the couch. “Can I drink something, please?” He looked up, but Yoongi was still staring at him as if he’d seen a ghost appear or a magic trick happening, “Oh…yeah, the healing thing…that’s something I can apparently do, too. Comes in pretty handy.” He tried to sound as normal and calm as possible, chuckling awkwardly, not wanting to scare the captain again, so he would hurt him. “Please don’t tie me up again.”

Yoongi stared at him, a queasy feeling in his gut, joking around with the younger made you forget how powerful he was. Self-healing! If only he could use it somehow, an injury at sea could be so much more deadly just because they weren’t on land with sterile equipment and bandages and he’s had people die from a cut and the following infection. Maybe he could use Jungkook’s blood…

The younger’s pleading comment had him stop his thoughts right there. If he started to experiment on Jungkook because of his powers then he was no better than the men who had tried to cut him up to look for scales.

“Show me.” His voice was soft when he came over, but he could still see the fear in the boys dark eyes even though he tried to hide it. Frozen he sat in front of him as if he was scared that each and any movement might cause Yoongi to freak out on him. He sighed, “It’s okay. I won’t tie you up again unless you start to sing or harm anyone on this ship in any other way. Deal?” Then he kneeled down, peeling the pants back up until he could see where the injury had been. He stared on it, the smooth skin where absolutely no trace was left. Confused he stroked over the flawless thigh where only hours ago there had been a jarred, ugly cut. His eyes narrowed as he look up at Jungkook again, “I don’t get it. You have so much power - why didn’t you just enslave us from the very beginning? The moment I came down to see you on that ship you could have started singing and get me under your control. And with me you would have been in charge of the ship, of the whole crew. Why let us take you like this?”

It felt awkwardly intimate, the way Yoongi was soothing over his skin, staring up at him. Jungkook gulped, refusing the urge to reach out for the captain and to pull a string of hair behind his ear. “I was scared,” He admitted, “And I was exhausted and dehydrated. I could barely make out your face.” Smiling faintly, Jungkook begun to explain, “I am still learning about my abilities, about the songs, their effects...there’s only so much that I know, and I don’t want to hurt people.” Jungkook averted his gaze a little, fumbling around with the hem of his shirt, “And you’ve been too many. As I know only so much, maybe one of you could have still overwhelmed me. I’m not dumb.” Shaking his head lightly, the young man gazed back at Yoongi, “I would have never showed you at dinner, but my heart thought maybe...you’d understand. I really thought you wanted to. For a split second...then I was just the monster again. And humans always fear what they don’t understand, claiming ownership and try to cage it in to overpower it. But I’m used to it by now.” He chuckled humorlessly, “You don’t even want to know, believe me.” His smile seemed tired and Jungkook looked down to his hands, sunken in on himself as if he awaited another blow, to be tied up again, to be called monster - anything, really.

Yoongi swallowed harshly, his heart aching for the younger. He looked so lost like this. He could practically see how he had stomped out the spark of hope to be accepted, to be treated like a human being when he had tied Jungkook to the mast, leaving him to the mercy of his men. He had never done it if he had known what they would do! Another part of his mind perked up, the one aching for control, the one that had gotten him though dangerous situations without a scratch, and it was telling him that he shouldn't listen, that Jungkook was only playing games with him to bewitch him more easily when he had fully recovered. The siren had said it himself he wasn't able to harm them all if he was exhausted, so the best thing would be to have him starving again, to have him sleep deprived and weak until he was no danger to them anymore and then maybe Yoongi could control him, make him show him the way to the treasure, maybe find out how he managed to heal himself so quickly…

Something of it must have shown on his face because when Jungkook looked up there was pain in his eyes, as if Yoongi had already done it; pushed him back into the dark, hurting him until there was barely anything left of him. It hurt, just to think about it while seeing those emotions in Jungkook's eyes. He had to decide, either he chose the safe and cruel path and then stuck with it no matter what - or he would choose to believe him, to trust him and take the risk of losing his ship and life after all those Years…

Yoongi got up, placing a hand against Jungkook's throat, softly, just barely there. "You say you don't want to hurt anyone, but you would right? If you hadn't been gagged up there you would have defended yourself by killing my men. Or.. if I said I wanted to look for scales on your body too...especially now that I know how quickly you heal. What would you do?" He held Jungkook's chin up so that the younger had to look at him unless he wanted to close his eyes.

Jungkook gasped from the sudden change, breathing quickly, eyes widened in fear. “I,” Jungkook choked, his hand reaching out for Yoongi’s shirt, “I don’t kill...I...wouldn’t hurt.” He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. It was risky, he knew that - all of it was, but what kind of choice did he have? “I’d made them fall asleep, not harm them...so they let go of me.” Jungkook blinked up, baring his neck more as he tried to breathe. “I can make people just fall asleep.”

"That's all?" Yoongi let go of him. He wasn't entirely convinced - but he would probably never trust anyone a hundred percent. Which came with being a pirate and especially a Captain of them. But it was good enough for him. Honestly he had thought that Jungkook would at least try something when he was threatened that's why he had been so close to his throat to cut off his voice if necessary. But instead Jungkook had just kept talking, despite the threat of possibly being skinned alive by Yoongi.

"Good enough. I think we can come to an agreement, you and I." He patted Jungkook's shoulder and then furrowed his brows. "Wait…" He placed two fingers under Jungkook's chin, more gently this time, turning the youngers head from side to side. When he still wasn't satisfied he trailed a finger carefully down Jungkook's neck, from his jaw down to his shoulders. Then he looked at Kook directly, confusion written all over his face, "You don't have any gills! How do you breathe underwater? Or are they..?" He let his gaze trail over Jungkook's body, lingering on his ribs. You could see how much he wanted to find out, but he didn't undress Jungkook like his crew members had done but left it to the younger to answer.

Jungkook sighed, closing his eyes to keep the frustration from spilling over. “I’m not a fish.” He snapped his eyes open, “I am a good swimmer and I am good at holding my breath underwater, but I am not a fish, nor am I a mermaid. No scales, no gills. When will you all get it?” He rolled his eyes and leaned back on the couch in exhaustion from the constant back and forth of feeling kind of safe and then in danger again. What Yoongi said about an agreement made Jungkook cock up an eyebrow though. Would he get caged in again? Would the pirate sell him? Enslave him? He gulped heavily, before asking, “Agreement? What do you mean…”

“I mean you give me your scales and…” He chuckled when Jungkook’s eyes narrowed. “I’m joking. I got it; you just have human skin.” Which was way too soft and flawless and alluring but that meant something else entirely. “I’ll be honest with you. We are both in a pretty uncomfortable situation here. Half of my sailors think you’re too dangerous to be on the ship and the other half thinks your useful. But right now, you aren’t. You don’t know anything about a treasure, and you can only heal yourself, right?” He made a pause so that Jungkook could deny it if he wanted but he didn’t, “So right now you’re just another mouth to feed. Even if it’s a pretty one.” He would have liked to find another reason to touch the boy’s lips - preferably with his own. Though he wasn’t stupid, kissing a siren had probably the same effect that hearing them sing.

“Maybe you can be helpful though. I’d like you to tell me everything you’re capable of, just tell me everything that’s special about you. Your strength, your weaknesses.. everything. If I feel like you are honest with me then I might start to trust you enough to roam the ship more freely. Though I’d advise you to either have me or Namjoon close by, for your own safety.” He absentmindedly played with the pendant he was wearing, already thinking how he could make us of the siren’s powers. “And if we find a way to make you useful for the ship - in a way in which we are both comfortable - then you might get payment in a form that’s open to discussion. Gold or goods or services … or fish,” He ended with a smirk.

Jungkook furrowed his brows, “You want me to be...a pirate? Or you will kill me? Well, great, thanks...you could also just drop me off on the next island?” He raised his eyebrows, laughing inwardly about his own weak attempt to escape in a peaceful way. Jungkook sighed, pulling his legs in on the couch. “I know just as much about that stupid treasure as you guys know. You read the notes, right? Unfortunately, I don’t know anything about a map or where to find it. Maybe one needs a real siren for it?”

Licking over his lips nervously, he tried to suppress the memories of sleepless night in which the captain had tried to get every piece of information from him - in way that he didn’t want to think about anymore. He shuddered, lost in his thoughts for a moment.

“I have my voice,” Jungkook began to explain, “With which I can make people do...mostly everything that I want them to. The outcome depends on what I sing...and not every song makes you go crazy, but it will affect your emotions.” He looked at Yoongi, who was listening so attentively that it felt too easy to tell him all about himself. No one had ever listened to him. “Don’t ask me where I know the songs from. I just do. Sometimes it feels like an echo, as if I remember them from a past life. Or like as if my mother sang them to me, but I never had one.” Jungkook shrugged it off as if it was nothing, continuing, “I can make you fall asleep deeply. The softest sleep you’d ever experience. Nothing will wake you, not even a knife in your chest would wake you again if I want you to. You’d just bleed out while you’re still asleep. I heal faster than other humans and I figured I can adapt to water environments, like temperature and pressure more easily. So, if you ever have a treasure sunken deep down in the water, i’m your man.” Jungkook winked at the captain playfully before returning to a serious expression. “I have suppressed my abilities for a long time. There was never anyone who explained it to me. Do you know how scary that is as a kid? I am still figuring everything out...honestly, if I could, I would have brought those stupid sailors to the mirror, so I can take a peak myself.”

“I didn’t say anything about you becoming a pirate - or me threatening to kill you by the way. Are sirens always so dramatic?” He huffed but then his expression softened. Jungkook sounded so lost while he was talking, not quite bitter just as is he had accepted that he was something in between, something no one would want. “Of course, you had a mom, stupid. Did no one explain you how babies work?” He teased him slightly because he couldn’t stand to see the younger’s smile so sad and his eyes so empty. “I never met mine and look where it got me! Born in a whorehouse and now I have my own ship and more gold than I weight. And before you ask, no I’m not skinny on purpose so that I can say this.” He gave the younger a crooked smile. “Well, in case we really can’t find a purpose for you then at least you can make me sleep when I tell you to battle my insomnia and you could bring me pretty seashells.” His brows furrowed. “Or is it addictive? Will I fall in love with you after I heard your song? Oh fuck, is everyone in my crew in love with…” He broke off. They had tried to cut him up so apparently not. Yoongi rubbed his neck awkwardly and rephrased the question, “Are there any side effects of your…gift?” He really hoped that what the younger was assuming wasn’t true and that only a full on siren could find the treasure. “Hm, maybe you could help us find a real siren then? Have you ever met one?” He shuddered thinking about what they would be capable of if Jungkook was the half-version.

Jungkook shook his head, “I don’t know if it’s addicting. No one was around me for too long that I know. I keep myself from singing or using my abilities as much as I can. I don’t want to accidentally be charged for murder and get hung just because I thought work was easier while humming a song.” Jungkook chuckled humorlessly, before adding, “I haven’t. But I can try…if that is what will keep me alive on here and you won’t tie me up, then I will let you use my abilities and will only do so if you tell me to. As long as you don’t order me to kill anyone myself…”

“Don’t worry little fish, I won’t tie you up anymore - at least not in a way you won’t enjoy.” His smirk got dirty while he winked at Kook. Hearing that Jungkook had no idea about his long term effects on people simply because they never stayed was pretty sad - it also made the crew his guinea pigs. Though if putting up with that risk meant that he got to keep Kook on his ship then he’d be fine with it. “Again, don’t be dramatic! I don’t kill people for no reason so even if you say no to everything you wouldn’t be killed. I’m a simple guy, you hurt me then I hurt you back. Apart from that you’ll be fine. Ah and don’t steal my food. I can get pretty pissed about that.”

The youngers eyes lit up for a moment and he smiled brightly, “I can be your secret weapon!” He clapped his hands together in excitement, “People will fear you even more.” Jungkook’s excitement about being a ‘secret weapon’ was downright adorable to Yoongi. “Yes, you’ll be my pretty little weapon, baby.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. His heart skipping a beat when the nickname slipped from Yoongi’s lip and the pirate looked at him in amusement. Did his stomach just do somersaults because the captain called him ‘baby’? Jungkook gulped, trying to ignore the blush on his cheeks.

He thanked Yoongi again, for trusting him enough to keep him untied and got even rewarded with a breakfast soon after. Recognizing the tall man, Jungkook’s eyes widened when he saw the tray filled with fresh fruits and bread. “Jin figured you want to eat in your cabin today,” Namjoon spoke softly, eyeing Jungkook for a moment and then gave him the tray. The younger immediately took it from him, bringing it back to the couch where he sat on the floor, munching happily and gulping down the grape juice quickly. Leaning against the doorframe, the pirate turned back to his captain, “The crew is waiting for orders. Are we still sailing towards Bequia? They are getting impatient.”

“Yes, we are still sailing towards that mini island. Where else should we go? I haven’t figured out how to get to that magical treasure and till I found out we’ll stay on course.” He lowered his voice a little further, “Don’t tell the others but I think I can get Jungkook on our side. He’s not half as dangerous as I thought he is. But he could be quite useful to us. I’d like to keep him close, not just because of what they did to him up there. I hope I can trust you to protect him in case I’m not around. He’s valuable to me. To us. And his abilities aside he’s just a scared, lonely boy who had been treated with nothing but cruelty. So, if we show him a little kindness he might open up to us. And maybe he knows more than he’s aware of himself. But we’ll see.” Yoongi smiled. They were on an adventure. He could feel it from the tingling in his fingertips to the heavy beating in his chest.

…

Jungkook yawned for the nth time today. As much as he loved not being tied down, being stuck in the captain’s cabin was just as boring. Yoongi had still locked the door when he left him here and Jungkook was to himself again, while they were preparing whatever. He didn’t blame the captain for locking him in though. At least it sounded like as if they were preparing something upstairs. He had heard about how they talked about sailing to an island but Jungkook didn’t know what for. Was he about to witness another hijack? A robbing? Leaning his head against the arm rest, Jungkook blinked up at the wooden ceiling, listening quietly to the stomps of the men and crashing of waves against the side of the ship. Sighing deeply, he stretched his neck a little to see out of the porthole. The sun was setting low on the horizon, dipping into the ocean softly until it was gone, and the night was taking over. It was when Jungkook noticed the sudden silence, furrowing his brows as he sat up. There were footsteps coming closer and his heart stopped, and he held his breath.

Yoongi opened the door, a happy smile on his face. They had extinguished every flame on the ship, so they were basically nonexistent in the dark. His plan was to go all in and test Jungkook’s powers in the big scale. “I have a proposal for you. I’d like you to sing.” At the expression on Jungkook’s face he chuckled, “Not now and not to my men. Out there is a little island. Normally we would have gone on land and stole what we needed. Sometimes accidents happen and one or two might get injured. Or worse. You can avoid that. With that lullaby you told me about you could sing them to sleep. They will wake up well rested - and I’ll even give you a gold coin on top if you succeed. Or give it to them, however you prefer it. We take what we need they won’t be harmed, and everyone can be happy.” He smiled at him as if he had just found a solution to all of his problems.

“Everyone is happy, I see,” Jungkook only chuckled at that and got up from the couch. He had promised to help Yoongi and honestly, he didn’t care much about gold and if he could prevent people from getting hurt tonight then so be it.

Jungkook just followed Yoongi quietly up on deck, staying a few steps behind him. He averted the gazes of the other pirates, some of them were eyeing him warily some with interest as he tried to ignore them as much as possible. The cold wind hit him and Jungkook shivered in the thin shirt he wore as they made their way onto the island. Yoongi quickly went over to Namjoon trusting him to tell the crew the details before he took some wax himself and went off the ship with Jungkook. The boy stood with his shoulders hunched and his eyes cast down as if he was cold or afraid or both. Yoongi made a mental note to himself to get him a proper jacket. And maybe - if he kept on earning his trust - then he might even give him a dagger. To defend himself in case anyone would want to skin him again. The walk over the sand wasn’t easy, it always was a strange feeling to come on land after having been on his ship for so long. Without the movement of the sea under his feet Yoongi always felt… stuck.

Jungkook let his gaze wander around the quiet village, as they went deeper into its core and to what seemed like a marketplace. From where he stood, he could barely see the ship as it was hidden in the shadows. “Cover your ears, if you only listen to a few notes you will fall asleep, too,” Jungkook whispered to Yoongi, pulling at his jacket to get his attention. Yoongi waited until they were in a position where they would reach the most people, hoping that Jungkook’s voice would reach people far and quickly enough before someone would just shoot them. His voice trembled a little as he whispered into the boy’s ear. “Work your magic my little siren.”

Jungkook giggled softly at the command, scrunching up his nose and then turned to Yoongi. He hadn’t seen that Yoongi had taken wax with him before, too focused on the village in front of him. Slowly, he reached out for the captain, placing his hands onto his hears to cover them. His heartbeat picked up its pace and Jungkook gazed into the pirates eyes, taking a deep breath.

...

“Can you see what they are doing?” Jimin nudged Taehyung’s side with his elbow, trying not to uncover his ears, while the other was observing the scenery with his binoculars. He narrowed his eyes, trying to make out the shadowy figures in the distance and if the siren boy was singing already. A sudden thump, the vibration of something heavy falling onto the floor, next to him made Jimin jerk and let go off his own ears.

“Tae?”

...

At first Yoongi’s instinct was to jerk back and for a horrible second he thought that he had went and done it, unleashed a monster that was about to squish his head the second he had gotten land under his feet again. His hands went up reflexively, covering Jungkook’s to rip them away… but then he realized what the younger was doing. He was covering his ears, protecting him from falling asleep. Something pulled at his heart, so sudden and so unsuspected that it almost hurt. Then Jungkook started to sing and even though he couldn’t hear a thing he could still feel it. Not just Jungkook’s soft breath fanning over him as he boy was facing towards him, he could just... sense it in a way. As if the magic around him was palpable, stroking over his skin, making the hair rise on his arms and his whole body shiver.

Not wanting to make a mistake, Jungkook was trying to sing as long as he could, to make sure that it reached its aim of making everyone in the village fall asleep. He could feel the exhaustion settling in after a few minutes and his voice cracked in the end, before he stopped. He was just hoping that it had been enough. Jungkook closed his eyes, listening carefully – but there was nothing else, but silence and the waves audible in the background. He smiled, gazing at Yoongi as he slowly let go off him, but not before pushing a strand of hair off his face in the process.

Yoongi couldn’t tell how much time had passed. Seconds or hours or days… everything that existed right now was Jungkook and only when the younger closed his mouth was he able to look away and break the spell. He blinked, shaking his head a little. He hadn’t fallen asleep, so the song hadn’t worked on him - and still he felt a little dazed. He was still holding onto Jungkook’s hands from when he had covered them and let go of them with an awkward cough.

Carefully Yoongi took the wax out from his ears and threw it away. Then he took out a lamp and gave the sign so that his crew on the ship knew that it was safe to come down. “Let’s hope you got all of them - and that they won’t wake up while we’re here.” He trusted Namjoon to lead the men and get him his share of the theft but right now he was needed somewhere else. Jungkook was shivering now and he looked so tired as if he could barely stand on his own two feet. Yoongi quickly shrugged out of his jacket, placing them over Jungkook’s shoulders. “Are you alright? You did well Jungkook. There’s no need for you to stay on land, if you want we can go back to the ship and eat a midnight snack.”

Jungkook nodded softly, stumbling after Yoongi and pulling the jacket a little closer around his body. “I’m just tired. I sang louder than I usually do…and longer,” Jungkook yawned and let himself get pulled back onto the ship. “I haven’t sung like this in a long time,” He explained when they both came to a halt. The younger couldn’t help but start giggling when he saw a pair of Yoongi’s men on deck, snoring in their sleep. “I thought you told them to cover their ears?” Jungkook yawned and reached out for Yoongi’s arm in the process. Yoongi groaned when his eyes fell onto his sleeping men.

Taehyung… Jimin... of course these two would screw up.

He ruffled fondly through their hair while passing, ready to give them an earful when they woke up, and a little punishment might be due as well. He went over to Jin who was always staying back on the ship while they were busy doing pirate work (they couldn’t risk losing their cook) and told him to tie the sleeping men to the mast so that they would wake up like this, “Don’t be too harsh with the rope though or they’ll whine about being bruised all week.”

While the captain was still talking to the only awake crew member on the ship, Jungkook waddled into the small room. His gaze fell onto the small couch making him hesitate, then he simply turned around and chose the bed instead. The soft cushion and fluffy blanket was exactly what he needed right now to rest.

“My reward,” Jungkook mumbled with pursed lips when he could hear the door open, not even bothering to open his eyes anymore.When Yoongi turned Jungkook was gone, just the door to his cabin creaking told him where he had gone and he quickly went after him, not sure what Jungkook wanted there as they had been supposedly headed for the kitchen. Apparently sleep was more important than food right now because when he came in Jungkook was already in bed. His bed, his eyes already closed, and a sleepy mumble was everything he got as explanation. “Your reward, hm?” He sat down at the edge, combing through Jungkook’s soft hair. The younger must have fallen asleep instantly because he didn’t move at all at the touch. Yoongi leaned over him brushing his knuckles gently over the boy’s pretty face. “I wish my reward was you, but I guess hooking up with a siren is exactly what a pirate should avoid…”

Nonetheless he couldn’t help how much he wanted the boy. He wondered how much was the alluring nature of the siren in Jungkook that spoke to him and what was the boy himself. He cocked his head when Jungkook sniffled quietly. Did it matter though? Maybe he could ask Jungkook discreetly, if there were any risks when being with a siren. Or maybe he wouldn’t, considering it would be obvious what he wanted then. With a sight Yoongi got up and pulled his shirt over his head. “Don’t think you can just steal my bed like that, my pretty fish!” He talked to himself while undressing further, “Cause I’m not going to sleep on the couch just because you’re lying there like the pirate version of sleeping beauty.” Carefully he slid under the covers besides Jungkook, his body so close to Jungkook’s that he could feel the warmth coming off of him. It felt heavenly on his bare skin. “Good night, fish boy,” He murmured before closing his eyes. Namjoon would take care of everything and present him with a nice capture, a running ship and a happy crew by morning.

Being kidnapped for months, not being able to eat and hydrate right had taken his toll on Jungkooks body. And even though the Black Captain had been giving him food now, it hadn’t been enough to restore his energy levels completely. Not the siren one’s. This part of him yearned for the sea, to swim, to be closer to the ocean. The only thing that had stopped him from going completely insane was that Jungkook could still hear the waves, even when he was under deck and tied to a mast. It was the only thing that kept him alive.

Jungkook was so out of it, that he slept through the whole night, not even noticing the movements next to him. He had shifted a little closer to the warmth, nuzzling his face against the captains chest on instinct, but even when Yoongi had to get up, check the loot from last night, Jungkook didn't stir. He only pursed his lips, trying to hold onto to the captain on instinct to not lose the warmth. To Yoongi it was just incredibly cute and adorable - and still he locked the door again.

The crew was celebrating on deck, basking in the gold and jewelry they took from the people - like ghosts. “They are already imagining what the people will say,” Hoseok nodded over to his captain, steadying the steering wheel, “Thinking there is a ghost ship, or someone haunting the villages...I can’t wait to hear the new rumors.” He narrowed his eyes, gazing into the distance and then back to the compass. “We’ll be there when the sun goes down,” Hoseok turned the steering wheel to adjust the course, “Your men will be happy to be home before we take off to a new adventure.”

…

Jungkook stirred, blinking his eyes open slowly. He groaned, rubbing the sides of his temple as he felt a headache pounding. When he saw that the sun was setting already, Jungkook wondered for how long he had been asleep and why he still felt so exhausted. Turning around, he met the gaze of the Black Captain and Jungkook immediately jerked up, “M’sorry. I didn’t mean...to...it was just so soft last night. For how long did I sleep?” He turned to see through the bullseye again, making out some kind of land. Apparently they had docked onto a small harbor. “Where are we?”

“You slept three months and four days.” Though he couldn’t hold the charade for long as Jungkook’s shocked expression made him chuckle. He looked impossibly wide eyed like this. “You should know better than to believe a pirate we tend to exaggerate things. It might have been a little more than a night and a day. So, you’re probably starving. I’d share the oysters we got from our foray but I’m not sure if that would count as cannibalism? If oysters are fish…” Yoongi furrowed his brow, thinking really hard, “Anyway…” He made a gesture to forget it, “I don’t mind you taking my bed but please get rid of your clothes next time as it got really warm there with two people and a full set of clothes.” He winked at him waiting until it sunk in, “And we are home, actually. So, if you want you can go on land, feel the sand between your toes, climb a palm tree or whatever else sirens do in their free time if they aren’t being held captive on a ship. If you are free for the evening I’d like to do some more talking. About what else you can do, for how long you can sing, how far you can reach. That kind of stuff. the more we find out about your abilities the better we can used them. Also did you decide already what you want in exchange for your voice?” If he kept Jungkook happy there was a smaller chance the younger would fuck him over.

„Home?“ Jungkook cocked up an eyebrow, visibly confused, “You’ve got a home? An island?” He shook his head and just got up to follow the captain, to see what he was talking about. “How about my freedom?”

“Yeah home - though the ocean is my home if I’m being honest. But having an island is necessary. For the crew to rest and drink and have fun without someone having to constantly look out for dangers at sea. We come here every few months.” It might be dangerous to give a stranger that much information, but he figured if Jungkook ever got caught by the royal navy then he’d have other problems than telling them about where the black captain was at home. Jungkook only nodded at that, letting his gaze wander over the small village that was right by the harbor. He watched the pirates walk off the ship happily, some of them already seemingly drunk. Jungkook had noticed the silence after his question for freedom and he hadn’t bothered to ask again – it was obvious.

“Food sounds good,” He smiled faintly and followed Yoongi down the ship and towards the next and only pub. To say Jungkook was completely overwhelmed would have been an understatement. The strong smell of alcohol was filling his nostrils right away. The music was playing loudly and there were pirates drunk and all over the place, celebrating and dancing. Jungkook couldn’t help but to chuckle, impatiently waiting for his food.

Yoongi ordered a simple meal. It would taste heavenly anyways after living of the same things over and over again on the ship. The island did a lot of business with trading ships, so you got the wildest combinations of foods and drinks. Yoongi played with a gold coin and then they sat down at a corner with their food and drinks. Jungkook thanked Yoongi quietly, shifting closer to the edge and towards the wall when others joined their table, obviously close to the captain. He eyed them from time to time, observing how one of them was telling the cook (he had seen him before) everything about his new shell collection. Then there was Namjoon, his arm wrapped around the waist of another crew member, both obviously gone in flirting with each other while the navigator, Hoseok, was talking with Yoongi. It was an interesting dynamic and so Jungkook felt entertained, watching them get more and more drunk the later it got.

The food had been good, but it still hadn’t been enough to refill his energy levels completely. While the others were singing, or rather squealing and growling with the music, Jungkook gazed out of the window and towards the sea. Taking another sip from his water, he bit his lip. He knew he wasn’t probably allowed to leave for too long or to stay away from Yoongi – but the urge to just get out of the stuffy aired pub and under the moonlight was way stronger. What was there to fear anyways? He couldn’t leave the island and he had absolutely no idea where he was as well. Jungkook had nowhere to go.

He was still a prisoner.

While Yoongi was talking to Hoseok, immersed in another discussion, Jungkook got up as quiet as he could, sneaking out through the backdoor, seemingly wanting to use the bathroom. In his haste he hadn’t seen that he wasn’t the only one with that idea, squealing loudly when he came face to face with Namjoon whose pants were hanging loosely around his knees and Jimin’s lips beautifully wrapped around his cock, both staring at him with wide eyes. Neither of them moved, a heavy blush shooting up in Jungkook’s cheek and then he finally unfroze. Jungkook pushed his hands over his eyes, apologizing repeatedly, trying to walk ahead while not peeking through his fingers. When he finally made it outside, Jungkook couldn’t stop running. First it had been hasty, but then it felt freeing. Like something he had needed to do. He only stopped when his feet were wet and a beautiful bay stretched out in front of him, the moonlight reflecting onto the sea luring him in to come closer.

Of course, Yoongi noticed immediately. Sneaking away and then causing a scene in front of the bathroom door wasn’t exactly subtle. He excused himself and then went after the boy, half annoyed that he had to get up, half curious as to what he would do. When Jungkook didn’t try to hide and instead went for the open sea Yoongi slowly caught up with him.

“What now, siren? You going to swim through half the ocean to get to another island that’s pirate free? Are you returning to your kingdom under the sea? Or are you choosing the dramatic way out and are trying to drown yourself because you can’t live any longer in captivity?” There was a taunting smile on his lips as he spoke, watching Kook carefully.

Jungkook didn’t turn around when Yoongi caught up with him right away. Instead he pulled his shirt over his head slowly, his eyes focused on the reflection of the moon on the water. It was mesmerizing. Everything he needed. Jungkook closed his eyes for a moment, taking in the salty air, and then dropped his pants, too, leaving him in nothing but his birthday suit. Taking a few steps forward, Jungkook could feel the pull of the ocean, the warmth embracing him as he stepped in further, only stopping when the water reached his thighs. Turning to look over his shoulder, Jungkook looked at the captain with a soft expression, “Are you coming or…” A smile appeared on his lips, “…are you too afraid?”

Yoongi scoffed. “Sure, I’m just going to let a mermaid-like creature lure me into the water in the middle of the night while no one knows where I am…” But he started to undress while he was still talking. His eyes were fixated on Jungkook’s backside, the moonlight painting his smooth skin silver and drawing shadows into every dip and hollow of his curves. He looked too beautiful to be real.

Jungkook had turned around again, a smirk on his face when he could hear Yoongi step into the water, nonetheless. He went in further, letting his hand caress over the surface of the water, breaking it to scoop up some water and let it dripple over his shoulders.

“Do you want to see something?” Jungkook whispered, feeling Yoongi’s presence right behind him, “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.” Turning over his shoulder, Jungkook urged Yoongi on to come closer, not able to resist to let his gaze wander down his body for a second, admiring the beauty that was the pirate himself.

“You better not.” Yoongi’s answer was a growl, threatening and low because honestly he was a little scared right now. This was what he’d heard about, wasn’t it? Stupid men following sirens into the water because they were enchanted by their beauty or their voice. Yoongi couldn’t take his gaze off of Jungkook, even when the younger wasn’t singing or talking.

The young siren reached out for Yoongi’s wrist, his eyes getting a mischievous glint as he walked around the pirate, reaching around him. “When you have nothing, this was always a good way to keep your head over water, quite literally,” Jungkook whispered into his ear, forming a bowl with Yoongi’s hand, “Stay still, okay? Or else you scare them…” Placing his hands upon his, he dipped their hands into the water and held still. Jungkook giggled softly, when something soft touched his thigh, the flapping of small tails causing motion in the water and he held Yoongi a little tighter. Yoongi shivered when something brushed his leg and his instincts screamed at him to get out of the water right now because standing in dark water and feeling something undefinable against you under the opaque surface was the stuff of pirate’s nightmare’s and not something he enjoyed.

“Scare them??” His voice was a little too high for his liking, when Jungkook let go off his hand. “Scare what exactly?” His question was answered when a tiny oyster flapped into his hand - and Yoongi just dumbly stared at it, not knowing what he was supposed to do with that thing. Apparently doing nothing was the perfect behaviour because the oyster trembled a little before opening its delicate shells, wide enough that something could fall out. Then it snapped shut and scuttled off as if it was busy with important other things. Yoongi looked more closely what had landed in his palm and gasped. It was a pearl. A tiny, beautiful, genuine pearl.

“You can keep it if you like.” Jungkook said and walked backwards, deeper into the ocean until he could dive underwater for a moment, brushing his hair back the moment he came up again. It wasn’t even a simple white pearl but one of the rarer dark pearls and Yoongi was strangely touched by the gesture. He waded out of the water and quickly but carefully pocketed it in the clothes he left in the sand. It was too precious to just hold it in his hand during their swim and risk it getting lost. Then he hurried to get back into the water (because it was cold, not because he didn’t want to miss one single minute that he could swim with his little siren). Jungkook seemed like a different person in the water. There was no shyness, no insecurity. He almost glowed with confidence and joy and his eyes were sparkling.

“Come, swim with me, Black,” Jungkook reached out for the pirate and pulled him in closer, not caring about their naked bodies, just enjoying the midnight swim. Yoongi swallowed harshly when Jungkook’s hip brushed his thigh and he knew that if he would have reached out then he could have pulled the younger flush against him; feel him up, get a grip of that beautiful body, maybe taste the soft, smooth skin that must be a little salty from the sea... he exhaled slowly, trying to get rid of the sudden tension and then followed Jungkook further into the sea. When Yoongi was close enough, Jungkook was splashing him with water just because of the fun of it and he deemed it enough of a revenge for abducting him. He gave Yoongi no chance to splash something back, when he had already his arms wrapped around the captain’s neck to hold onto him.

“I needed this,” Jungkook whispered, gazing deeply into his eyes, “I felt like I’ve been away from the ocean for so long even though it had been around me all those months, but I could only hear the waves. I think it kept me from going insane, but I just been so exhausted.” They swayed in the water, the waves softly crashing against their bodies while Jungkook was soothing over Yoongi’s neck softly, “How do you do that? Not going crazy. Have you always been a pirate, Black?” Jungkook let his hands soothe down and over Yoongi’s shoulders, “I’ve seen barely any scars on your body. If I have to spend my life in your imprisonment then that’s the least you can tell me, right?”

Jungkook went from sweet and childish to naturally seductive within a heartbeat. His body was so close to Yoongi that the pirate could see every mole and mark on his skin. Just a little bit closer and their bodies would be touching under water. It was a little harder to concentrate like this when Jungkook was right in front of him, within reach, looking like a moon bathed temptation straight out of a dream. Yoongi’s hands found Jungkook’s hips and held onto him, tight and secure. It was as much a way to hold onto him as it was to keep himself under control and keep the younger’s lower body away from him. The urge to let go of all caution and just pull the siren flush against him was almost unbearable. “No, I haven’t always been one. I was a child once, just like you.” He answered evasively, his voice a low whisper, “Who says that I haven’t gone insane? I think you must be at least a little to choose this life. Apart from that it’s all habit and adaptation. It helps that I love the sea, the salty air, the harsh wind. Being too long on mainland makes me feel stuck and itching. I need the freedom my ships brings. Otherwise I would go crazy for sure.”

Jungkook pulled himself a little closer, his voice wavering a little when he asked, “You won’t kill me, right? When I am no longer of use for you? What if you find everything you yearned for, every gold coin, every treasure is yours...” Jungkook’s eyes flickered from Yoongi’s lips to his eyes, their bodies touching each other softly and his voice barely a whisper, “Will you get rid of me then?”

Yoongi’s thumbs started rubbing tight circles into the delicate skin over Jungkook’s hips. “Oh pretty, of course I won’t kill you. I wouldn’t dare to destroy something so unique, so special. It would be a crime to harm something so utterly beautiful.” He slowly inched closer, the pure need to feel the younger against him pulling him in. “Don’t you worry…” He reached out for the youngers face, caressing over his cheek until he reached his lips and he could drag the tip of his thumb over the plush bottom lip as he had done before. How on earth should he be able to resist this perfection when Jungkook’s sweet, soft mouth was practically begging to be tasted? “I’ll always find a use for you. Even if it’s just warming my bed at night and allowing me the pleasure…” He made a little pause and the tension was so thick between them that it felt just as palpable as the water gentle splashing against their forms, “..of looking at you.”

Jungkooks heart was beating so fast that he felt dizzy from it. Or maybe it was just how Yoongi was touching him, as if was something fragile, delicate, something that must be handled with the uttermost care. He couldn't deny that he liked it. He gulped heavily, when the pirate was talking about pleasure and even though he finished the sentence with something soft, it still made his heart flutter and a hot feeling settled in his groin. Jungkook was still, when Yoongi stroked over his lip, his doe eyes staring right back at him. He wondered what life, imprisoned, on this ship would be like. Will it stay the same? Will Yoongi one day change his mind about him? Would he get used to this? Or try to escape nonetheless, even though Yoongi was kinder to him. Jungkook leaned his head back averting his gaze, but he kept his hold on Yoongi's shoulders while his mind was wandering into every direction.

Yoongi smirked as he saw that the younger was affected by this as much as he was. He couldn't help himself, when the boy leaned his head back a little he leaned in, closing the distance and brushing his lips over the bared part of his neck. His guess had been right, Jungkook's skin felt incredibly soft under his lips and he tasted a little salty, a little sweet. He kissed him again, right under his jaw this time more intense, nipping at the delicate skin as if he wanted it to bruise. Now that he was showing clearly what he wanted any way he didn't see a point in holding back and so he pulled the siren flush against him, his knee nudging between the youngers thighs naturally as their hips met. He couldn't keep his hands still, he had to touch, to feel, explore... Jungkook's waist was small, his hips narrow and Yoongi felt like he would be perfect to hold like this, not in the water, on the ship, in his bed, being just as naked...

He kissed the boys shoulder, soothing a hand down his back as he shivered. Jungkook had moles all over his back and Yoongi smiled as he had noticed them before and found them cute. He trailed them with his finger, one by one, just like he had imagined doing a couple of times, exploring the siren’s body thoroughly - when a sudden realization made him freeze. Those weren't random! He knew these kind of patterns!

"Turn around!" His voice was trembling from excitement.

For a moment Jungkook thought to be under a spell himself, the soft lips brushing his skin making him tingle all over until his heart stopped at Yoongi’s order. Jungkook placed a hand on Yoongi’s chest, shaking from the sudden arousal that mixed with fear when he noticed the strong hold around him. “N-not here.” The words slipped from him, before he could even think about it, his heart beating even quicker and his breath coming in short pants.

"Why..?" Yoongi furrowed his brows at Jungkook's reply - and then broke into laughter, "I'm not asking you to turn around so I can fuck you, sweety. I'd like to see your back. Though it's nice to know that the location would be your only problem with this..." He pulled the younger against him once more, just because he could, whispering seductively into his ear, "I'll keep that in mind then and let you choose where you want to be fucked. I'd suggest my cabin. Or the Beach. You could lay back into the sand, water lapping at your feet while I have you..." His hand sneaked back to the siren's hips, dangerously close to his groin where he was rubbing his promises into Jungkook’s skin. "Now turn around, pretty. I promise I won't fuck you - yet."

Jungkook blushed, stumbling over his words, “I didn’t mean...I…” He bit his lip, keeping himself from only making it worse. The whispered promises making a shiver run down his spine and Jungkook closed his eyes to keep himself still and not react to anything the captain was saying. It felt weird, to be the one under a spell, even though Jungkook was sure Yoongi was just a normal human being. But something pulled him closer, made his heart jump and the need to let Yoongi have him grew. Or maybe it was just a sinful mixture of Stockholm Syndrome and the pirates flirting techniques. He took a deep breath, trying to keep himself levelheaded and push the images out of his head. “Why do you want to see my back?” A little hesitant, Jungkook turned in Yoongi’s embrace.

"Because my dear, you either are an exceptionally good liar who has perfected the 'I don't know what you're talking about' look - or you really had no clue that you were the key to the treasure all along." He smiled when he saw that his suspicion had be true. The moles on Jungkook's back weren't random. Each of the little spots marked a star, turning the youngers skin into the perfect canvas - for a map. Yoongi had used exactly those kinds of maps before so he was positive that if he could transfer it on paper then he would manage to find the exact location that this map led to.

A wild joy filled him at the thought of actually going on a quest to find a magical treasure - a sweet little siren by his side. "Let's get you out of the water. I'd like to draw that map right away - and after you can have as many hours of swimming or sleeping as you like." His smirk turned dirty as he continued, "Or I could reward you with the most pleasure you have ever felt. I fear that we should gag you for that though, just as precaution. Who knows what effect it would have on my men if they hear a siren screaming in pleasure."

Jungkook was completely overwhelmed and confused, stumbling after Yoongi who was pulling him out of the water by his wrist. “M-map? Where? Me?” Jungkook asked, when he reached for his clothes and then tried to look over his shoulder, turning to see what there was on his back - but there was nothing out of the ordinary, no map, no sudden tattoo that appeared through magic. It was just his bare skin. He blushed at the sexual innuendo again, shaking his head to get rid of even more pictures on his mind, “Can you please just explain to me what you’re talking about?”

"You sweet, clueless little thing!" Yoongi stopped once to pick up his clothes, not bothering to put them on, instead he took Jungkook's face in his hands and kissed him on the forehead in his excitement. "You know that sailors use maps to know where they're going? You can use the full on detailed ones - or maps that show how the stars will look when you reach your aim. And this is what's on your back. Each spot marks a star - so you essentially just described the way to me with your body."

The younger gasped, quickly putting back on his pants, because the captain seemed eager to get back to his ship as fast as possible, the spot where Yoongi had kissed him burning on his skin - and making his heart flutter (he put it off as excitement to have finally found a map). Stumbling after him, Jungkook felt completely breathless while Yoongi seemed full of energy that he was almost running.

“So...I have stars on my body?” Jungkook asked when they reach the ship, ignoring the stares of the crew members wondering why the captain was naked and the siren running after him half naked. This would give a lot of material for rumors the next day, but Jungkook couldn’t care less right now. “H-how are you so sure? Why didn’t the other sailor find them? He saw me, too...he studied my b-body, too.” Jungkook closed the door to the cabin behind him and watched Yoongi roam around in excitement, opening various of drawers only to close them seconds after. “Why didn’t he see the stars, then?”

Yoongi only stopped in his tracks when Kook told him the captain had studied his body too, a completely irrational but nonetheless burning hot wave of jealousy surging through him, "What do you mean he studied your body? Did you..." He broke off. It was none of his business who he siren had slept with and if the Captain had done it against the youngers will then he wouldn't want to think or talk about it so he quickly spoke on before it could get uncomfortable for both of them, "I could think of a million reasons why he didn't see. He's stupid. He forgot how to use star maps cause he got lazy with the more comfortable ones. He didn't look closely enough. He was distracted by how stunning you are. His arousal clouded his mind. I could go on." He quickly dried himself up and put on some clothes. "Now this might take a while. You should get comfortable on the bed."

Jungkook was a bit unsure, hesitant to undress again so he sat down on the edge of the bed, so Yoongi could see his back but decided quickly that lying down would be more comfortable. “Is it just my back? Or do I need to…” Jungkook gulped, a shy blush appearing on his cheeks.

Yoongi smirked at that, "Well who knows how far down the map reaches. So, you better undress fully, just to be sure." He would be shamelessly indulging himself in the beautiful view that the siren would present with his naked body stretched out on the bed, exactly like Yoongi had thought about before. He just hoped he wouldn't fuck up the map because his thoughts - or blood - were elsewhere.

Jungkook only nodded, slowly taking off his pants again and got back onto the bed. He laid onto his stomach; his head turned towards Yoongi. Watching him carefully, Jungkook tried to make himself comfortable, while the captain placed a few more candles around the bed to make sure he could see perfectly. If this was true, then they were able to find the mirror and it could lead them to all the answers he needed. His heart rate picked up. “Black?” Jungkook sat up a little again, when the captain came closer, “I think I know what I want.”

"Oh?" Yoongi looked up from the paper he had prepared, winking at Jungkook "Does you lying naked in my bed have anything to do with it?" He just loved getting the siren flustered because he looked even more beautiful with his shy smile and the rose dusted cheeks, "What is it, pretty? Anything you want."

Jungkook giggled softly, shaking his head, “I want to take a look in the mirror, please.” He sat up a little more, reaching out for Yoongi. “Just once, please. You can have it; I don’t care what you will do with it...but I want to know where I come from. What I really am…” He averted his gaze shyly, “Maybe it can lead me to those answers, too?” Blinking up at the pirate, Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, “It is supposed to make you whole, the mirror of chéngquán. I want that, please.”

The answer got stuck somewhere between his heart and his throat because both seemed to malfunction at Jungkook’s confession. The boy looked so vulnerable like this; his smile so soft, his eyes a little sad while he was baring himself quite literally in front of Yoongi. The captain cleared his throat. “Yes, yes of course you can. You can get a look in that mirror and also get some of the gold. If the mirror helps you to find out who you are then you could use your new wealth to go back home. Maybe built a home, a life. A little cottage close by the sea so that you can go swimming whenever you want and listen to the waves whenever you need.” He smiled at him but honestly he hated the idea. Because it meant that the siren wouldn't be on his ship any longer. Quietly, without really meaning to he added, “Or maybe you want to stay on my ship, nonetheless. I wouldn't mind that. just so you know.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, when he talked about letting him go eventually. What had made the captain change his mind? Jungkook didn’t know and he didn’t want to ask further, but he couldn’t help but hug Yoongi for a sweet moment, leaning his head onto his shoulder. “Thank you.” Jungkook just wanted to lay back down, when the door burst open and he involuntarily jerked, almost jumping right onto Yoongi’s lap in the process.

“Jus’ wan’ report...all boys back on ‘eck for th’ night,” Namjoon leaned against the doorframe, blinking his eyes a couple of times when he suddenly realized the situation he had stumbled into. His eyes widened.

“Yoongi!” Namjoon called out loudly, his stunned expression turning into a mischievous glint when he let his gaze wander over Jungkook’s naked body, “Mh’ just right up your alley, hm?” He chuckled, when another pair of eyes peeked up from behind Namjoon, pulling him away from the door and with him although he protested. “Mh’ so sorry captain!” With that, Jimin quickly closed the door behind them, pushing an obviously drunk Namjoon further down the hall and to their cabin, reprimanding him.

Yoongi groaned deeply. Leave it to Namjoon to fuck him over while he was sharing a sweet moment with his siren. All the mystery gone with just one drunk visit. And the way Jungkook had perked up at his name he also couldn't just hope that Jungkook missed it. He looked at Jungkook, trying to be threatening which was pretty hard considering they were still kind of holding each other and had just exchanged soft confessions. “No mentioning this to my crew or I’ll…” He broke off not even knowing what he should threaten the boy with any longer.

Jungkook giggled softly as an answer and laid back down onto his stomach. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” He nuzzled his face closer into the cushion to get himself comfortable while feeling Yoongi’s stare on his body, “Yoongi.”

Closing his eyes, Jungkook sighed, loving the feel of the bed sheets against his body even more now that he was allowed to lay here. “It can be our little secret, just between you and me,” He whispered, turning his head so he could look at the pirate, “Now, draw the map please…it’s getting cold, Yoongi.”

A/N: Yay, finally Chapter 2 is out! What do you guys think? Yoongi finally found the map and the adventure can finally begin ;) Thank you for reading! ❤❤❤

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elliemarchetti · 5 years ago

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Somewhere to Start (part 5)

I know I published the previous part only yesterday but I must admit that this story thrilled me much more than I expected, so here is the chapter on what would be appropriate to call the Yuleposal

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A week earlier Viktor would’ve said that inviting a girl to a dance was a joke compared to the idea of fighting a dragon but now that he had accomplished the last mission, he felt like he would have preferred to do another round with the Chinese Fireball. Although he had plenty of time to spend with Hermione, every moment seemed the wrong one and every idea was more stupid than the previous. Darina had suggested to stay classic, but Viktor was afraid of being banal, although he knew perfectly well that an overly blatant gesture would have done nothing but annoy Hermione. Moreover, every time he believed he had gotten the courage needed to ask her in person and not through a card or some other extravagant idea, one of her friends always came to rescue her because they needed help with this or that thing concerning Christmas night.

"Listen, everything will be fine." Andrei tried to reassure him one evening after his umpteenth attempt to ask her if they could go together had been thwarted by Sakura Akagi's arrival. "You are one of the champions, you have just defeated a dragon and she likes you, so why should she say no?"

Andrei was right, and Viktor knew it, but he also wanted to do everything right and make her feel like a princess, though he wasn't quite sure it was what Hermione wanted. Moreover, all the girls who continually tried to invite him did nothing but make the situation worse, making her and even him nervous. When he refused a student from Hogwarts, a third-year girl who burst into tears when he told her he wanted to invite someone else, Hermione had stiffened like a broomstick and with an excuse had joined her friends, avoiding him until next morning. If possible, the last week of the quarter became even more turbulent: there were rumors everywhere about the Yule Ball and although Viktor didn't believe half of them, many seemed to have done it, Hermione included, as they could barely carve out a few minutes here and there throughout the day to chat.

"Viktor you just have to grit your teeth and do it." Darina told him Friday morning. It had been easy for her: she had invited Alicia Spinnet as soon as Hogwarts’ headmaster had allowed the professors to announce to the students the existence of the event in the most blatant and romantic way that Viktor had ever seen, under the eyes of all three schools, certain that the other would appreciate and readily accept with an enthusiastic kiss. He, on the other hand, was beginning to think that Hermione, after all, wasn’t so much interested in him as every time he tried to talk to her that day she was surrounded by friends. He had even thought of ambushing her while he went to the bathroom, but even there she had gone with an escort of four girls.

"If you don't make a move," Andrei warned him that afternoon "she’ll surely be invited by someone else."

Terror gripped Viktor’s stomach, and he almost run to the Great Hall, where he was sure he would find her intent on taking the perfect place for dinner. He just had to say that he wanted to talk to her alone, that’s all, yet as he ran in the crowded corridors, his courage came slowly less and before he knew it he was returning to Durmstrang's ship. Distraught, he dropped onto the bed and nervously started throwing the first golden snitch he had catch and then catching it again, as he used to do before the big games or in moments of great stress to calm down his nerves, when he had an epiphany . It was a simple gesture but certainly effective, and although he wasn’t entirely certain that Hermione could fully appreciate it, the important thing was that he knew how intimate this gift was in his eyes, so he pulled out his wand and bewitched the snitch.

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Dinner was now beginning, and although she was certainly not sitting alone, surrounded by her friends who talked enthusiastically about who had invited them and how they would dress, Hermione kept looking around. Neither Ron nor Harry had shown up for the meal and Viktor never reached the Great Hall, although his friends were all there. For a moment Hermione was tempted to get up and ask Darina what had happened, but he made a bold entrance, with a big smile on his lips. He seemed proud of himself, and for a moment Hermione thought that maybe it had never been in his plans to invite her and he had just successfully invited someone else, but she didn't have much time to go deeper into that thought because Lee Jordan, armed with a megaphone, interrupted all the conversations in the room to ask Allison Barnes. She accepted and all those who had not yet received a proposal let slip dreamy sighs, as if it were the most romantic of gestures.

"I prefer the polite way Fred did it." Angelina said, but it was evident from the face she had made when Darina had invited Alicia that she would have preferred a more blatant gesture and this didn’t escape Hermione.

"I'm sure he has something big in mind for the ball, something that will really leave you speechless." he reassured her, tearing a sad smile from the girl.

"He used a lot of his savings to be able to afford a new suit after he saw what mum sent Ron," Ginny broke in. She was still hoping that somebody desperate would invite her. Hermione had told her not to say yes just because she wanted to participate because she surely would have found some girl from the fourth or fifth year who wouldn’t have been invited by anyone and would have been more than happy to go with a group of only girls but she wasn't sure she would listen: after all, she was used to stay with older people all her life and being suddenly treated like a child just because she was a year younger than them was the saddest thing that could have happened to her. Not to mention that Harry hadn't caught Hermione's suggestions at all! If only he had listened to her, when she had practically told him whom to invite, at least one of them could have avoided all that drama.

"Are you serious?" asked Angelina, surprised.

"Of course! I shouldn't tell you, but he also took you a bracelet of enchanted flowers in the same color as the flower that he’ll have on the buttonhole.” she replied. “But be careful!” she added, mocking professor Trelawney’s sensationalized tone. “I have the distinct impression that if he hasn’t already done it, he will soon bewitch them.”

All three girls laughed, but then Angelina and Ginny started talking to each other and Hermione was left alone with her thoughts, until she saw something dart before her eyes. Puzzled, she lifted her head from the plate and realized that Alicia, who was sitting opposite her, was also looking at the little golden instrument that seemed to want to be taken by Hermione.

“A Golden Snitch!” Emma Vanity exclaimed softly.

“Who do you think sent it?” asked Lavender Brown.

All the girls looked around, noticing Harry's absence, although Hermione was sure that many of them had noticed it for some time, including Ginny.

“It must be from Potter, he didn't even come to dinner!” Emma whispered in response, as if Hermione couldn't hear her a couple of places away.

“That's why he refused all those girls!” exclaimed Lavender, who had said yes to Seamus only a few days before, when it became obvious that Ron was not the least bit interested in asking her to go together.

“Don't you think he would have asked her before if he was interested in her?” asked Parvati, in the tone of someone who just can't see anything special in someone. Perhaps it was what shook her from her trance, perhaps the nudge with which Angelina kicked her in the ribs, however, Hermione grabbed the snitch with two fingers, frightened at the idea of breaking its very thin wings that trembled for an incredibly long and stressful moment before relaxing, sure it had been the right person to catch it. Then a little cloud of gold smoke and little sparks came out of it, snatching some verses of amazement from several students, not only from the Gryffindor table. Many now stood up, curious, both boys, especially among Quidditch players, and girls. When the smoke had dissipated, the sparks had created an italic script, in a handwriting that Hermione knew well. With a flick of her wand, Hermione brought the sparks back and released the snitch again. The entire Great Hall followed its flight, until it reached Viktor’s hands. Emma, Lavender e Parvati seemed unable to close their mouths that they had remained open for the surprise. Angelina and Ginny had gathered around Hermione, who watched Viktor as he waited for the umpteenth cloud of smoke to disappear and let him see her response. The three bright letters floated before his face and Hermione could barely see his expression, but she was sure he was smiling victorious. Most of the students applauded, although the girls who had shown themselves to be more jealous and some Slytherins who had not yet accepted the possibility that the Muggleborns were treated as people and not as society waste showed off annoyed grimaces, and Hermione was sure she had turned red as a pepper, but she didn't care: she would go to the dance with Viktor, and it wouldn’t have been Karkaroff's or Draco Malfoy's disapproval to ruin her joy.

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silvergeek · 6 years ago

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The Tale of Mister Robert “Bob” Gray.

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At this time, dear readers, we must take a moment to break away from our narrative at hand. Because, at this time, we need to focus on a different narrative to understand the current story, the stories we've read, and the stories we will, someday, read.

Pennywise the Dancing Clown came from a story widely known – widely loved. But as it were, the words jumped off the pages of that book and landed in a collection of minds – a hive of thoughts. The named “Robert 'Bob' Gray” became a topic of focus, for so little had been officially written about him. The monster took the name, true as gold, and that was the word of God – or rather... that was the word of the monster's creator, Its author. Beyond that name, not much else was known about Mister Gray, and certainly nothing else was ever, or had ever, been explained.

Bob Gray became the start of a question. “Gray” was a query, a thing of mystery that so many desired to solve. Through readers' own suppositions they did conceive various tales about “Mister Gray” – who he was, what he did, and how he became an urban legend.

Mister Gray.

Bob Gray.

Robert Gray.

Each of those whispers, those quandaries, those theories, those amateur fictions... they led to arguments, debates,and essays – but none of them were one hundred percent accurate.

However...

None of them were one hundred percent wrong, either.

A good story is an amalgam of half stories. Tales pieced together like an epic foil ball, containing only the most compelling bits carefully cherry-picked from the bunch.

So this, dear readers, is the actual, true-to-god, story of Mister Robert “Bob” Gray. Would I lie to you? Me? Your storyteller? Why yes – that's what any good storyteller would do. So, as I'd said in the beginning: If you don't trust me... then stop reading. Are we ready? Let us begin...

The Tale of Mr. Robert “Bob” Gray (better known as) Pennywise the Dancing Clown

Gray was a man between the age of thirty and thirty-five, and he was a tall man with sandy-brown hair and striking blue eyes. True enough, his hands were large, his fingers long, and his legs put him around six and a half feet tall. He wasn't a heavy man, but by no means was he scrawny – not at his height and certainly not at his age.

Gray was indeed an immigrant from Sweden who had, at the ripe age of seventeen, sailed over to the northeasternmost region of the great United States of America. He did indeed come over to the land of the free with little else but spare change and a willingness to work – even if it broke his back. Now, understand this... his name wasn't Bob Gray back in the old country. No. His birth-given name was Robert Grå. Just like that, with the funny circle above it and everything, or so the Americans said. Hell, it meant the same damn thing between the languages, but those American types sure relied heavily on everything being spelled out in English. And so... Robert Gray it became – or Bob if someone was feeling particularly informal.

By his twenties, Bob had made a name for himself in the township of Derry, Maine. In so much that he was the man you'd call on if you'd needed odd jobs done. Some farm work here. Some machinist work there. And every year there'd be a carnival that rolled through Derry, as sure as rain. The event lasted through a long, summer weekend, and when it was over, those carnies packed up that carnival like stuffing socks in a suitcase. You'd better believe Bob Gray was willing to help out with the odd jobs at this event. It was only for a weekend, but the coin was good.

A carnie – a real leathery fella – by the nickname of Carnie Ron had been the one who'd personally tasked Bob Gray for the right wages. He'd set Bob to work on various chores like fixing things that went broke and restocking prizes, food, and refreshments as they'd been consumed (maybe once in awhile thieved) throughout the weekend. The downside for Bob was that this carnival only came once a year. A man needed to live the rest of those twelve months. Regardless, he took what he could, worked his duties, and collected pay from Carnie Ron.

It wasn't until Bob's third year that things had changed. One of the carnie hands, not Ron, asked Mister Gray to fill in as a clown – something to keep the younger kids entertained while their ma's and pa's drank themselves loose on cheap stout (which made them spend all the more coin for the rest of the night).

And that's just what Bob did. He put on the clown suit, which was little more than a dingy, old pair of men's pajamas, and caked some white pancake makeup all over his sun-soaked face. Then, Mister Gray took a bit of red paint and gave himself a big, merry smile from ear to ear. He looked just like the Cheshire Cat, if that wicked old cat was ever the clownin' type.

“Hand me all those balloons,” Bob had told that same carnie hand, and – boy oh boy – Mister Gray took to being a clown like a duck takes to water. The kids got a dance out of him, silly voices, crazy faces, and each one of them walked away with their own balloon after they'd begged their ma's and pa's (til they were blue in the face, no less) for the extra coin to buy their very own from the clown. Why, Bob even took a paintbrush to the balloons and signed each one of them, like he'd been peddling out his very own autograph. (As if he'd been anything to anyone at the time, but for that measly hour, to those kids, Mister Bob Gray was like a god.) Before he'd signed his first balloon, Bob had to think of a name on the fly. He saw those coins jingling in the youngsters' hands and it just came to him: Pennywise. Pennywise the clown. The clown that danced, even sang a tune or three, and handed off balloons with his signature and everything.

It wasn't long after that day that Bob Gray got to thinking that he could do this for a living. He could entertain, sing, dance, and overcharge for cheap balloons. (And he could do it more than once per year!) So, with the money he'd saved thus far, Mister Gray bought an old, worn down caravan off Carnie Ron. He'd fixed her up and painted a likeness of his clownin' self across her side. Then he wrote the words, as big and as grand as he could: The Great Pennywise – The Dancing Clown. And, sure enough, that had been Mister Bob Gray's modest source of income for years to come.

What Bob Gray hadn't known was ...that in all that time... he was being watched. (And interestingly enough, he'd been watched by two very different sets of eyes.)

The first, and prettiest, set of eyes that'd been watching Mister Gray from afar belonged to Miss Melody Sharp. She was a provocative young woman with a lean build and a face that could charm the skin off a snake. Her hair was thick and golden and often prettily decorated with some ribbons or another. Her eyes were deep and beautiful, like a pair of sparkling sapphires. One look from her and it could melt any man's heart. (Well... almost any man's.) It was true. Miss Melody was a lovely thing, and even lovelier was her soul. She'd help just about any person in need, no questions asked. Miss Sharp was a kind girl with a gentle touch and a soothing voice. Why, her tone was so pacifying that her own birth-given name didn't do it justice. Yes, just about any man in the Derry township could agree that listening to Miss Melody Sharp speak was like being serenaded by a warm, beautiful song.

Now... don't ask me why... but poor Melody, for some unholy reason, had her sweet heart set on Mister Bob Gray. One could theorize that she took to him because he'd been so engaging in his performances. Perhaps he amused her which had, in some way, bewitched the sweet girl. One could also argue that she took to him because, admittedly, Mister Gray was a handsome man with those unconventionally attractive Scandinavian looks. Oh sure – he was tall and strong and his eyes were piercing blue. So blue, in fact, you could swear that god himself plucked two pieces of the sky and stuffed them right in Gray's sockets on the day he'd come squalling into the world.

So, without a doubt, Miss Melody Sharp had fallen for Mister Bob Gray. Unfortunately – because life just isn't fair, even if you are as darling and as elegant as Miss Sharp – the man could have cared less. She came around after his shows while he'd been winding down back behind the caravan, and it was always the same sad story.

“Evening, Robert!” she'd say with the prettiest smile. “I baked you a shepherd's pie.” And little Melody would approach Mister Gray, often times while he was still in his clown makeup, offering the man some painstakingly handmade gift or another. Poor thing. She went a-courtin' after Bob, day in and day out, never quite getting the hint that he was dead set on remaining a lifelong bachelor.

“Thank you, Miss Melody,” he'd always say, without so much as looking at her. His tone was often quiet, unimpressed, perhaps with a hint of eagerness for her to just go away. Now, there was nothing actually wrong with Mister Gray. Nothing criminal about him. He simply wasn't interested. Some folk balked at his persistent indifference to Miss Sharp, and that's how rumors circulated, but – true as gold – Bob only cared about Bob.

Melody didn't see this for what it was. She persisted in her own way, in spite of his antipathy. “There's a dance at the local hall coming up...” That was her usual line when that time of year came around. “Gee, I'd hate to go alone...”

But of course, Bob Gray, with that thick head of sandy hair sitting on that prominent forehead of his would look down at the hopeful, young woman, clear his throat, and say, “I'm sure you'll manage.” Then he'd turn right back around and stare into that mirror of his as he wiped his makeup from his skin.

Melody had taken Bob for a coy man, which was part of her whole denial over the issue. In spite of his day to day vocation, she was convinced he was shy. And that was the long and short of their relationship, if you had the cheek to call it such a thing.

Then... there had been the other set of eyes watching Bob Gray. These eyes were much different from those of Melody Sharp. These had been the devil's eyes. Eyes from another place – a dark place – not anywhere bright enough to be considered another world. It was like an unworld. A void. Nowhere that any man or woman would willingly go. Perhaps it'd been a place that led straight to hell for all one knew. Hell or death. Or perhaps both.

What is known about the Derry township is that a great evil thrived somewhere at its core. This was an unfortunate truth, one that no citizen wanted to advertise, but a truth with which every citizen was all too familiar. Some said the town was cursed. Others said that the evil bore the town, itself. There was no true agreement on the matter, but, true enough, it had been the same evil that plagued Derry in its later years to come. It was the same evil that eventually caused the Ironworks Factory explosion, the same evil that burned down the Black Spot. Hell, it was the same evil that skyrocketed both the citywide death toll and the headcount of missing children at an alarming rate. This evil... It had a mind. It was conscious. It was self aware. And, regrettably, It took notice of Mister Robert Gray.

For a brief time, It merely watched him. It studied everything about Gray – his daily routine, his habits, his apparel, and his performances. It took to him, you see. It took to his likeness. In a way, It envied Gray – how easily he drew in crowds of people. Gray simply saw them as potential meal tickets... easy coin.

But It...

It saw them as potential meals. Plain and simple.

Bob Gray hadn't been too difficult to drive to madness. No sir. All it took were some whispers in his mind, driving his thoughts to dark places, forcing the man to slowly become unhinged. Gray had begun to question his sanity the night he'd seen himself eat a boy. The creature – It – took to shapeshifting into the very spitting image of Bob Gray. It had strut around, looking exactly like him, right before his eyes, causing the man's mind to snap faster than a stale twig.

“I'm you, Bob!” It had said, dragging around the half dead body of a bleeding and terrified boy. That same boy had earlier been part of the paying crowd that gathered to see Gray's dancing clown performance. Gray screamed, night after night, watching a nightmarish facsimile of himself gruesomely eat away at the flesh and bone of one horrified patron or another.

Tragically, Bob Gray – the man – had become convinced that he, himself, was the killer. Such a thing wasn't true, but try telling that poor son of a bitch that after the terrors he'd been forced to see. Becoming unhinged didn't take long. No sir. Gray's grip on reality had long since slipped clean away and he couldn't live with himself any further. After two weeks of watching the other Bob Gray, Mister Gray fastened a rope up to the branch of a tall tree, secured it snugly around his neck, and promptly took his own life.

The creature... It was delighted. With the real man out of the picture, It was able to take over his appearance, his caravan, and his dancing clown routine. It took over his life. It was the new Mister Robert “Bob” Gray, now. It continued to feed off the patrons who came to see Pennywise do his dance – oh yes – like shooting fish in a barrel. Easy meals – and these types scared real easy, too. It ...Gray... made their meat jump with flavor.

The creature went by Bob's name, who frequently introduced himself as Pennywise, just as his muse (now swinging from a tree) had done. Nothing seemed to be standing in his way to endless meals. No more hunting and starving. No more worrying that he couldn't fill his belly before his long sleep. The whole setup was about as convenient as running a farm.

One day, however, after a few weeks of this delicious convenience, Miss Melody Sharp – oblivious and as innocent as pie – went calling on Mister Bob Gray just as she'd always been apt to do. Melody circled the caravan, peeking around for him, but found that, as it were, he didn't appear to be home. The caravan was, indeed, the man's home. She knew this well. He wasn't the type to stray too far from it for too long. However... without warning – without even a sound – Melody almost jumped out of her own skin when she turned to see Bob Gray just standing mere inches from her, as if he'd noiselessly appeared from thin air!

“Robert!” she'd yelped, raising a hand to her heaving chest. “You startled me half to death. That wasn't very kind, sir.” She chuckled a bit, for there was a part of Melody who had been amused by her own shock, and so her chuckle turned into a laugh. Composing herself, she then beamed a warm smile to the tall man staring her down with intense eyes; a man who sported a grin that didn't seem to sit quite right on his comely face. It looked like the smile of the clown, as if it had been glued, indefinitely, to Gray's lips. It did, indeed, give Melody pause before she continued. “I...” the young woman stammered, “I made you something.”

He stared her up and down – she was dressed in a frilly, sky blue dress with white trim. It was warm that day, so her hair was done up in some fancy knotwork to which only pretty girls like Melody knew the secret method. Gray found her... appealing. Just that brief bounce of shock had sent an appetizing aroma to his sensitive nose – like fresh meat simmering in a spicy stew.

Melody handed him a box. It had been conscientiously gift-wrapped, almost too perfect to tear open. “Go on,” she smiled.

Without a word, Gray nimbly untied the white ribbon around the box, then ripped at the shiny, red paper, peeling it away from the parcel. The box was a simple paper cube, likely something she'd found in her attic. Melody's smile widened as she blushed a little. “Open it up, Robert.”

Gray popped and flipped open the paper flap and looked down. Inside, there was some sort of ivory fabric, pleated and lacy, made from some fancy material or another.

“Here,” huffed Melody, too excited to wait for him to take it out. “Let me.” Miss Sharp removed the item and draped it around Gray's neck. “See?” Ruffs. She'd sewn together custom-made, Elizabethean neck ruffs for the man's Pennywise costume. “I hope you like it.” Still smiling and blushing, she awkwardly looked down.

Gray, he ...It... had never been given a gift before. Certainly nothing intended for the indulgence of his (Its) own vanity. He reached to the back of his neck and fastened the ruffs together, spying himself in one of the makeup mirrors. The ruffs, indeed, looked good. And because Gray looked good, he felt a multitude of good feelings wash over him in that instant. He turned to Miss Melody, clutched her delicate hand, stared into her eyes, and said, “Thank you, Miss Sharp. This is a beautiful gift.”

Melody's blushing cheeks reddened even more. “Will you wear it to your next show?” she'd asked. Some part of her expected Robert to tell her no, rip off the ruffs, stuff them back in that box, and send her on her way.

“Oh yes, Miss Sharp. Melody. Yes I will wear it. I will wear it to every show.” He held her hands a bit tighter, now. Just a squeeze. Then, he let her go.

Melody's heart nearly melted. Meanwhile, Gray excused himself, but unlike in the past, he did so warmly, with a tone that seemed to say, “Oh Melody... please do come visit me again...”

And so... she did. Miss Sharp, bless her innocent heart, did not realize the man called Robert Gray – to whom she'd devoted the remainder of her free time on Earth – was truly not the same man as the one that snubbed her again and again. No. She visited nightly with a foul thing. A skinwalker that had been asleep for billions of years, only having recently awoken within the last few hundred. Thereafter, It followed a sleep cycle of twenty-seven years only to emerge, hunt, and eat on the flesh of Derry folk, before returning to Its rest.

Melody was none the wiser, but she sure was tickled to see Mister Bob Gray hungrily wolf down her shepherd's pie for once in her life. She wondered... did his feelings change for her? Had Robert finally warmed up to her advances? And oh how he wore her hand sewn neck ruffs! Each time she caught his act, he'd faithfully had them wrapped round his oh-so-handsome collarbone. Melody was elated. Robert had finally taken to her.

Now, this is the point in our tale, dear reader, where one might think this wicked creature had depraved plans for the likes of poor Miss Melody Sharp. Did the thought cross Gray's mind to plunge the delicate young maiden into her deepest fears and then proceed to eat her alive? Oh yes! This thought did indeed cross Gray's mind – and more than once, assuredly.

But...

Melody had a certain something about her. Even all the Derry men could agree on that. Perhaps even some of the Derry women, if you can open up your mind and wrap your head around such a thing. Sure enough, that certain something, that unconditionally giving nature of Melody's, well... it was powerful enough to transcend barriers even of the dark, extradimensional kind. People like Miss Sharp don't come around all too often. This dark tale goes to show just how much of a rarity she'd been. Perhaps her certain something failed on the real Robert Gray, but... on the likes of this entity... on this creature... it sure hadn't failed in the least. Gray's ability to probe deep into Miss Sharp's psyche and read her every whim had, unbeknownst to her, enchanted a monster. Not an easy feat to do. Sometimes it was what was on the inside that counted... and in this case, it counted for one's very life.

Gray complimented Melody's shepherd's pie each and every time she'd brought it around, singing the utmost praise to its delicious texture and taste. The animal meat within had been seasoned just right, almost enough to rival the scared, savory flesh of a quivering child.

“They say the quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach,” Miss Sharp would laugh.

Gray laughed along with her, oh how he laughed and laughed. Sort of a haunting giggle, really, but Melody cheerfully paid no mind.

One night, Miss Sharp came to Gray, very nervous, hoping to ask him the same question she'd asked each year. The dance. She wanted him to accompany her to the dance at the local hall where all of the township would surely be in attendance.

“Will you do me the honor?” she'd asked. “I know, I know. I ask every year, but–”

“What about now?” said Gray.

Melody quirked a half smile. “N-now?”

Gray took her small hand in his, cupping his other hand to her slender waist. “Would you kindly dance with me now Melody Sharp? Out here? Under the moonlight?”

On cue, her cheeks flushed and she smiled. “Of course, Mister Gray.” Miss Sharp couldn't believe it – she had won this man's heart.

Gray pulled her close, swaying gently, leading Melody along with his graceful strides. He rested his chin on the curve of her head as she felt the soothing heave of his chest against her face. For some time their quiet waltz continued, silently but beautifully, beneath the glow of the moon above, until Gray lifted her innocent face to meet his eyes. He leaned downward and gently kissed the young woman on her velvet, soft lips. She tasted as he'd imagined – sweet and fresh. Gray found himself unable to unlock his mouth from hers. Melody pressed against him in her own, eager way – meanwhile her small but firm hands cupped the rugged contours of his jawbone and neck.

Gray lifted Melody from her feet, still embracing, forever trapped in the perfect kiss. And the two eventually found themselves back inside his caravan, clothing off, making love on a bed roll stuffed with down. Melody had never lain with a man in all her life – and as far as Gray knew, she was assuredly his (Its) first, as well. Their lovemaking was raw, but slow, bathed in a soft light provided by a neighboring kerosene lamp.

Gray had hunted the humans... had fed on the humans... but this...

“I love you,” Melody Sharp had whispered against his lips, now wet from her kisses.

It had been a phrase the humans said to each other when their affections had... blossomed. Gray, for all his evil and wickedness, could only hear himself utter those same words back to her.

“I love you too...” Even though this monster had spent centuries playing deadly tricks on people, this was indeed no ruse. The creature that had driven Bob Gray to suicide, stole his life away, and murdered those who paid to see him dance, deeply felt love – of all things – for Miss Melody Sharp.

And as she moaned and panted against Gray as he bucked his hips into her, he resolved to himself that while almost all humans were potential meat – Melody Sharp certainly was not.

Time went on and the two continued their trysts, but as all stories have a beginning, there must come the inevitable end. Whether Melody Sharp knew it or not – she'd trapped the heart of a monster. Not a small victory, which undeniably makes her the hero of this tale. In spite of how everything shall boil down in the end, Melody Sharp was the one who had saved the monster inside of Mister Robert “Bob” Gray.

Now, Gray, for all that he (It) was... had been a cloud of malevolence cast over Derry. Perhaps, Melody did not perish by the wicked creature's hand in of itself – Its influence was still the death of her. Gray's corruption spread like a disease through the hearts of Derry residents far and wide. Murder. Rape. Arson. All accounts of such heinous deeds increased in frequency, namely when the creature's eyes were open.

Gray waited for Melody that night, as he always had each and every night. How he missed her when she was away. But Miss Melody never came to the caravan that night. She'd taken her usual walking path – oh yes – but this time some men had been waiting for the poor girl. They'd been watching Miss Sharp, memorizing her routine over the course of some time. These men knew that the young lady had coin on her and they were, unfortunately, the desperate criminal types in a rush to leave the great state of Maine. Now, be aware they didn't violate Miss Melody – no they did not. As previously stated, they were in a rush. The thoughts had crossed their ugly minds, sure, but the coin was all they wanted. Truth be told, had Melody handed over her purse, then everyone would've walked away in one piece. But Miss Sharp, deep in her gracious heart, was a hero – she was a fighter. And, bless her efforts, she tried to fight off those men, but she lost that battle. She lost it hard.

In fact, it had been in that very moment when one of the men – whose eyes Melody had nearly clawed from his face – stuck his knife deep in her belly that Gray looked up at the moon above and gasped in sync with Miss Sharp's final breath. Those awful men ran off with her coin – they even took her shepherd's pie. All the while, Gray raced across the Derry landscape, moving faster than any mortal man could do. Though he hadn't moved fast enough and, in the end, he found his love lying flat on the wet earth, bleeding red through the center of that sky blue dress of hers.

Gray took Melody in his arms and shushed her as she choked. Blood bubbled from the corners of her mouth and he held her closer, knowing all too well when a human's death was near.

“R – Robert...” she'd managed to say.

“I'm here,” he croaked in reply, his once smooth voice changing under the duress of watching her die. As Melody's life slipped away, all the affection Gray had for her sunk downward, deep into a forgotten place where he locked away his (Its) sensitivities. Gray's affection was replaced with a heavy layer of malice and hatred for Derry. Hatred for the humans. Hatred for their children. Oh how... how... he would make them suffer. Make them scream. Make them into his food forever and always. They took her from him. Miss Sharp could have been the one to quell his urgency to always consume – but not anymore.

Gray hugged Melody's limp, delicate body close and rocked her. He shuddered with grief so fiercely that he began to lose his form. Tendrils inched out from his spine as he arched forward, cradling his love. But... deep down... that affection still lingered. It was still there... somewhere... buried within a monster who wept into the night. Melody Sharp may have died, but her long lasting impression on Mister Robert “Bob” Gray never did.

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The Intervention | Choi Youngjae

To his best friends’ total amazement, you decide to drastically intervene when a shy man is being played by a mean client at your bar

|| M.List || GOT7 ||

Protagonists: Choi Youngjae & You (Ft. Jackson, Jaebum & Mark.)

Word Count: 3.6k

Genre: SFW – Strangers – Humour – Making out – Romance – **WARNING: SEXY SHY YOUNGJAE AHEAD** – One Shot

Lys’ note: CHOI YOUNGJAE IS HOT. FIGHT ME.

Your eyes followed the young man with interest and you cringed when he knocked a waitress with his elbow, nearly sending all the content of her tray on the floor. Thankfully your staff's awesome and his three friends sitting at the bar in front of you all sighed simultaneously, glad nothing bad happened. You had been observing their circus for a while, highly entertained by their whole team dynamic.

“I told him the secret was to be chill...” The handsome built one grimaced, also staring at the scene. “This isn’t chill.”

“Sorry to inform you of that Jackson, but I think that’s about as chill as he can get…” The second one shrugged, sipping at his pint of beer. He wasn’t as invested and kept his eyes on his phone instead of living the moment. He was a pretty man with electric purple hair, the kind that all hometown girls go crazy for, with soft and almost too symmetrical features. “How many shots did he have?”

“Two… And a pint.” The darker and last one leaned his back against the bar, not tearing his eyes away from his helpless friend. You could also easily figure him out; tall, straight eyes, bewitching cologne, very handsome, probably rich and falsely cocky.

“That’s clearly not enough shots…” The man named Jackson shook his head from side to side, sending his brown locks flying around, he sounded sorry. He looked the kindest of the bunch, he was the one who hyped up his shy friend, reassured him before unfortunately sending him to the slaughterhouse.

“He needs help,” The texting-guy pointed to the scene just as the girl was sitting back, glancing away from their pitiful friend, “Jaebum?”

“Already on it.” The dark blueberry-haired one turned to the bar, waving you to come over. “Can we get four shots of something strong for that table over there?”

“Four Whiskeys incoming…” He nearly dropped his credit card when you blinked his way and it boosted your confidence. There's nothing quite as gratifying as having an obvious effect on a gorgeous man like that. “Should I make it six? From what I gathered, your friend will probably spill at least two.” Jackson chuckled, and you tore your gaze away to grin at him dangerously while the one named Jaebum remained silent, suddenly intimidated. “What’s the sad story?” You poured the shots and pointed your chin to the scene, the poor boy was still trying to make conversation, wiping his probably sweaty palms on his pants repeatedly.

“Youngjae was born like that…” The phone-addicted guy’s tone was gloomy, but you still laughed. “You should see his older brother, it’s even worse.”

“He’s actually very gifted…” You defended their friend and smiled, looking at his circus on the other side of the lounge. He was now talking and moving his hands around like he was chasing a fly or something.

He was handsome, perhaps a bit younger than his friends, but his face was rounder and cuter. His dark brown hair was parted messily on his forehead, but it still looked neat and calculated. His soft features, evident shyness and clumsy actions screamed good guy type. He was an interesting mix of boyish charm and manliness, that’s why you listened when his friends hyped him to start flirting.

Sadly, your years running this place were enough experience to know he had absolutely no chance of getting that girl. She was a regular, Michelle, often looking for hot hook-ups and cute shy boys never won with her kind.

“He should learn how to use that face, it’s a shame.” You sighed, sorry.

“What face?” Jackson tilted his head, instantly captivated and his blue-haired friend shifted on his stool.

“The kind that makes me want to bring him back home and shield him from the world forever… He looks vulnerable and sensitive, so I’d build a fort with my bedsheets to protect and keep him a secret.” You shrugged like it was no big deal, aware that the three men were hanging on your every word. “He has a face that you date, cook for and go back to bed with every weeknight.”

The guys' jaws dropped, and you laughed, throwing your head back. A simple move of your wrist was enough for a waitress to come to take the filled shooters away, she clearly knew who they were meant for.

“It’s definitely not wild hook-up material face, I’m pretty good at figuring these things out by now!”

“And who might you be, dearest physiognomy expert?” Jackson asked, leaning in and clearly trying to flirt. Underneath the bar, Jaebum kicked his tibia without any subtlety, claiming dibs.

“Y/n, you’re standing in my bar.”

“Mmm… I must admit this does bestow you authority somehow…” He nodded, ignoring his friend and you laughed, entertained. This Jackson seemed like a fun character, his eyes studied yours, curious. “So, what’s my face telling you?”

“Your face is trustworthy and warm,” The one-without-a-name cooed at your reply, but your gaze went back to your waitress carrying the shooters, unperturbed, “you look responsible, the type of guy I’d introduced to my parents.”

Jackson smiled widely and turned to Jaebum like he just won the lotto. “JB, my face says all that! I’m that good!”

“Yes and no…” You smiled, bursting his bubble and sliding back the card on the bar to its owner without charging it. The shots were on you this time, that shy boy needed them. “You seem like a perfect guy, but–”

“–But what?” Jackson laughed nervously and Jaebum stayed silent, probably mentally cursing him for not getting his cues to stop flirting. “I’ve never once slept with a guy because I wanted to introduce him to my parents.” Their third friend bursted out laughing at Jackson’s rout, while Jaebum let out an audible breath of relief.

“What about mine?” The purple-haired one had stopped staring at his phone and he asked his question leaning in, holding your gaze for the first time, testing you.

“You have a girlfriend and you're a keeper. Why do you even ask?”

Both other men gasped, impressed by your skills and he simply grinned, sitting back.

“You’re good. What gave it away?”

You narrowed your eyes at the cursed table when their friend’s shooters arrived.

“You’re the only one who hasn’t directly peered at my boobs in the last three minutes.” They seemed to have forgotten all about their cute hopeless friend, but you hadn’t.

“Awesome!” He laughed once more at your reply. “Could you call my girlfriend and repeat those exact words to her, just so she’ll stop freaking out?”

“Mark, focus on Youngjae!” Jackson cut him off, merciless. He was already over your smooth rejection and back to his matchmaking plans.

Their silly friend was currently letting the girl’ entourage take his shooters away, they didn’t even have the decency of letting him offer them first. It would be fine any other night, but you knew they were just using him to freely get drunk, Michelle had no interest in him and you felt kind of involved now.

“I think your friend needs more help.” That Youngjae looked like an easy target to take advantage of and it made you sad.

“Why? The shooters are ice breakers…” Jaebum turned to you again, eyes roaming your features hungrily.

He clearly didn’t have a girlfriend to text, nor a face to introduce to your parents. He had one to lock in your room away, to press between your thighs. He was the type you were used to, the type you’d be in bed with several days, ordering take out and drinking beer while watching dumb movies on Netflix. The type you already knew by heart, and that you would either hurt or get hurt by.

“What’s my face like?” He asked, grinning with all the fake confidence alcohol could allow him to muster. You gulped, seeing clear through his attitude and trying to make a sensible choice.

“I don’t feel like telling you.”

“What?!” His brows shoot up at that and the other two pressed on, begging for more.

You ignored them when Michelle touched their awkward friend’s chest, it made you see red. Talking to the poor boy was one thing but leading him on for fun without even considering his feelings was straight up nasty. You hated women like that.

“Youngjae, that’s his name, right?”

“Yes!” Jackson, the only other one really interested, replied before anyone else could. “WOW! Look at that, she’s all over the lucky bastard!” Jaebum and Mark also turned to see, skeptical.

“She’s building him up, but she’s about to reject him.” All their heads snapped back at you. “I see her often, she’s not even interested. Michelle’s a seducer who loves a challenge and he’s acting way too easy for her right now.”

“Well, he’s already hooked.” Jackson grimaced, unsure if you were being serious.

“She’s toying with him”, you insisted.

“Jeez, he’s gonna be crazy mad you sent him there Jackson…” Mark mumbled but his gaze fell back to his phone and something told you he wasn’t going to be the one minding.

You sighed watching the girl picked up her purse with her left hand while her right still traced invisible patterns on the beaming man’s chest. You always disliked her and for an obscure reason, you wanted to protect him, you weren’t kidding earlier. He had a face that pulled that string in you.

“I’m gonna go save him.”

“What!?” Jaebum frowned, confused.

Before the boys could ask anything, you were gone from behind the counter. You felt the trio’ eyes following as you made your way to their helpless friend at the back of the lounge.

“Woah, what can she do that we haven’t tried already?” Jackson naively chuckled above the music and this time even Mark was observing the scene expectedly. You slowed down when you reached the table, puffing your cheeks to gather a bit of courage.

That Youngjae guy lacked confidence and she needed to believe he was harder to get or at least covetable.

Gently, you tapped his shoulder with your index and middle finger trying to get his attention. The solution was simple, she needed to see you as competition, feel threatened. Unfortunately, his eyes remained glued on the seductive girl and you rolled yours back, she clearly had him in her pocket.

___

“He’s not looking!” At the bar, Jackson squealed, worried.

“Youngjae’s a fool.” Jaebum was grinning awkwardly, wondering what the barmaid's genius plan was.

“Hey, isn’t the barmaid way hotter than that girl? I hadn’t noticed.” Mark winced over his phone when Jaebum elbowed his ribs, he saw her first. “Don’t worry, they’re both out of Youngjae’s league anyway.”

“Hey, a lil’ support would be appreciated.” Jackson glared at his friends. “Once Youngjae gets the hang of this, he’ll be able to get any girl he wants!”

Mark and Jaebum exchanged a heavy look.

“Of course.” The purple-haired man said, sardonic. “He’s the Alpha male.”

“Better”, Jackson nodded, pleased.

___

You loudly cleared your throat and the young man moved his chair a little closer to the girl as if to make space for you between the tables. Youngjae didn’t even peek, just assumed you wanted to walk by. You cleared your throat forcefully once more, hoping the clueless man would look up like most people would, but he didn’t. He kept trying to talk to the indifferent girl, not realizing you were waiting for him to notice you.

Somehow, his accidental unawareness vexed you and that was it. It’s like something clicked in your mind and you decided the gentle way wouldn’t be enough. Clearly, you’d have to do something a little bit more drastic.

It was the first time you were doing something like this, but it was exciting, like you were doing a good deed, for the greater good. That Youngjae guy was a hottie, he just needed to feel like one, needed a confidence boost, since he wasn’t the type to fake it ‘till you make it like his friend Jaebum. You were going to be that boost, give him the self-assurance he missed.

You had tried to catch his attention to play out your schemed, but you could just go for it too. With no hesitation, you reached for his cheek, turning his face upwards.

You didn’t wait for the young man to realise what was happening.

___

“What the actual fu–”

“She’s kissing him!” Jackson yelled excitedly, cutting Mark’s swear off. “I didn’t think she fancied him too!”

“Are we in a parallel universe where Youngjae gets the girls and JB goes home alone?” Mark joked, highly doubtful.

“Shut up.” The one in question warned, hardly remembering to close his mouth, stunned by the show in front of them.

“Why? You can’t handle a little healthy competition for once?”

___

Unaware he was making his friend envious, Youngjae stiffened but didn’t pulled back, probably too shocked. You pressed closer, wrapping your arms around his neck and sat on his knees without removing your mouth from his. Your back hit the table, causing the empty shooter glasses to cling and roll away, but you didn’t mind.

Finally, his lips started to move, and he tilted his head, reacting to your kiss several seconds later. You used the opportunity to push harder, hands ruffling his hair with feigned passion. His cheek smelled like mahogany aftershave and he tasted salty of alcohol; that kiss didn’t feel half bad. You intended to put on a show and it seemed to be working because, behind you, Michelle loudly scoffed insulted by your interruption.

You were about to pull back, satisfied, when one of the boy’s hand found the small of your back and the other cupped your face.

___

“Oh my god,” Jackson loudly screamed, “Youngjae’s kissing her back!”

“Two shots might be enough after all, look at him go!” Mark laughed, abashed.

Meanwhile, Jaebum turned away, ordering another pint and round of shooters to a waitress who was also staring at the scene, completely out of it. He was going to need a lot of booze if Youngjae managed to get the girl he wanted for himself.

What a crazy time to be alive!

___

Just like you would’ve guessed, shy-boy’s kiss was sweet. His lips opened against yours, moist and strong. He didn’t even try to use his tongue, although to be honest, you wouldn’t have complained. He continued to kiss you simply and you pressed your chest against him, forgetting what you were there for, to begin with. His hands encouraged you, like they had a will of their own, caressing your back up and down. Youngjae certainly didn’t feel so timid from this close and if he was a bit slow at first, his newfound audacity was making up for it. He kept kissing you hungrily and you gave back just as much, not having to fake anything in the end; not the wandering hands, pants or back and forth. You had always hated public make out sessions, but you made an exception and you had to admit it was worth it.

Finally done, he pulled away, blinking like dazzled by the lights of the dim-lit lounge. When you met his soft brown eyes, after all that craziness, your mind was blank.

“Hi.” He said, saving the day, and his mouth remained open, the crack hardly noticeable, but you stared at it a second too long.

“Hi.” You breathe out, caught up in your own game.

His hands were still on your body, one on your thigh and the other in your back. It felt highly intimate, natural. You remembered you had no clue who that man under you actually was and that’s what brought you back down on Earth. That, and the girl who cleared her throat aggressively behind you, demanding his immediate attention.

“Who are y–”

He started but you cut him off in a panic, leaning in to whisper only for him; “I’m the intervention.”

Your nose brushed his ear at that and you pulled back, noticing its dark shade of red. The man that just shamelessly made out with a stranger was now blushing like crazy under you. You smiled, he was too precious.

“Excuse you?!” The woman in your back finally lost it and Youngjae stretched his neck, evidently having forgotten all about Michelle. You turned to look at her, innocently fixing your lipstick with your thumb in the process. She was practically scowling, you immediately knew your mission was a success.

She was jealous and suddenly wanted him.

“Hey, Mich.” Her face twitched when her name left your mouth like a cuss word and you turned back to the young man. You were still sitting side saddle on his knees, forearms resting on his shoulders. “Youngjae, you said you came tonight to see me.” You pouted and paused dramatically, glancing over your shoulder, ignoring his confusion. “I got bored waiting for you.”

The poor guy had turned to stone and you wondered how the hell he was able to kiss you back seconds ago. It’s like he was a completely different person, possessed. Right now, back to himself, he was barely able to hold your gaze, frozen still. You rounded your eyes with intent, conscious the girl behind couldn’t see the silent exchange. Youngjae took a short inhale to answer, but you cut him off, knowing he was still clueless and that he’d ruin his chances.

“I’ll be with Jaebum, Mark and Jackson at the bar.” He only seemed more confused when you named all his friends and you got up.

That boy truly was clueless, perhaps you should’ve let him get rejected.

He suddenly grabbed your wrist to keep you from leaving and you looked at his hand like something foreign. Youngjae then peeked at the bar to see your spectators, he released you, mouth opening in awe. You bit your lips to refrain from laughing at his illumination on who you were. It was like a literal lightbulb lit up above his head.

“I’ll let you finish…” You sneaked a last dirty look Michelle’s way, just to tick her off. You wanted to act the part until the end. “... Whatever you were doing here.”

Then you were gone. You didn’t wait to see her reaction, you knew her type well enough to be assured of your success. When you slipped behind your bar, two waitresses and Jackson cheered. You had to actively hush them to keep from blowing the cover.

“Wow y/n!” Chloe, one of your employees, laughed, slapping your ass playfully with a cloth. “That was an unusual sight! The boss sexually harassing a customer!”

“Just a friendly intervention.” You rolled your eyes, hoping your blush wasn’t too noticeable. “Now, could you go take care of your end of the bar?” She obeyed with a knowing smile and you puffed your cheeks before facing the three men again.

“I thought you said you would save him.”

Jaebum took a sip of his beer, avoiding your eyes and you smirked to yourself. Clearly, his ego was bruised. Yeah, he would’ve been fine for a little while, but your little stunt avoided one of you two an inevitable heartbreak.

“I think she did…” Jackson pointed at the table where Michelle was now typing her info on their friend’s phone.

She was laughing and leaning into him, non-verbal entirely different from before. Youngjae didn’t seem half as interested though, and he kept glancing at the bar for you. When he caught your gaze, you turned away, abnormally timid.

“How did that even work?!” Jackson considered you anew, eyes glowing. “Teach me Sensei!”

Mark snorted, “She said the girl needed a challenge, so she made sure to make Youngjae appear desirable.”

“I made him into a player.” You shrugged, acting like this was something you did regularly and like you weren’t even affected by it.

After all, Jackson was right earlier when he said the key to flirting was playing chill.

“That’s some reverse psychology voodoo shit!” The bubbly man tilted his head, pouting. “Admit it… You just couldn’t help throwing yourself at Youngjae because of his animal magnetism.”

Mark choked on his beer, unable to tell if his friend was being serious or not. His phone was now surprisingly gone, abandoned in his back pocket to enjoy the rest of the night.

“Jackson, don’t embarrass y/n.” The blue-haired man finally opened his mouth again, feigning indifference by glancing around the lounge for a woman to talk to. “She just took a bullet for the team.”

“I didn’t though.” You smirked mysteriously, wiping off the hem of a glass and the three friends’ heads turned to you, astounded.

Over their shoulders, Youngjae fumblingly got up, almost knocking another one of your waitresses in the process. He simpered, embarrassed and started to make his way back to the bar, almost trotting. As he got closer, he locked eyes with you and then looked away too intimidated to hold your stare.

You most definitely weren’t chill; your cheeks were flushed, and your heart wanted to jump out of your chest. The men were still waiting for you to elaborate and you obliged, smiling like a dumb smitten teenager as you told the truth.

“That kiss was truly magical.”

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eternaldarkness55 · 6 years ago

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Android Freedom

(StoryInfo)(After the androids fought back, Connor was adopted by Hank as his son and Connor and Hank continue to work at the Detroit police station together as partners. And a guy that hates androids and is obsessed with Connor both hatefully and lustfully. Can Hank save his son and all the other androids or will all androids be wiped out forever?)

It was hard for Hank to let Connor out of his site with how much he loved him and with some of the people that still hate androids. And he didn't like that Connor was staying the night at someone else's house and wasn't going to see Connor until the next day at work. But his fears got worse when Hank showed up at work the next day and not only no Connor but all of the workers were knocked out. Except for Fowler there was no sign of him. All of a sudden a human fifteen year old girl grabbed him by the arm and was pulling him out of the station and into an ally.

Hank: Who are you? What's going on?

The girl stopped when they got to the end of the ally.

Aurora: My name is Aurora Mojo, listen to me carefully. " My dad" is a huge hater of androids and so is my "sister". First I followed my "sister" who has been pretending to date your son Connor.

Hank: She's fake?!

Aurora: Yes, she was only using him to deliver him to "my dad" Tod Mojo. But I doubt he knows that yet. He was knocked out when I got there. I stabbed Clara in the right shoulder then left quickly to stop you from getting taken. " My dad's" men came to the station to early, otherwise they would of took you instead of Fowler. I promise you, I'm the complete opposite of "my dad" and "my sister". I have loved androids and supported in their rights and freedom since I was a little girl. I'm going to help you get Connor and the androids.

Hank: And in return I'm going to help keep you away from "your family". In fact, Fowler told me yesterday he was planning a visit to the orphanage tomorrow so he could adopt a girl. I'm going to convince him to adopt you instead. I definitely think you two would make a perfect match.

Tod's underground prison under his house

Fowler woke up behind a big cell door, everywhere he looked there was androids locked in with him. Including Markus, North, Kara, Alice, and Chloe. He saw Connor was locked in a rollable cage in the middle of the room. Tod and three of his men walked into the room.

Tod: Connor you stand accused of wounding the innocent human girl Clara.

Connor: If she is wounded she's still alive. Let me see her just for a moment

Tod: You seduced her and bewitched her, you stabbed her with a knife.

Connor: I did not do it I swear it

Tod: Look at the fire in his eyes, he's a android. Do you confess to the crime of which you're accused?

Connor: I am a victim I have nothing to confess. I only confess to loving her.

Tod: Android boy, you have confessed to the harassment of Clara. You will be taken barefoot and shirtless where you will be hung by a noose.(Connor slid to the floor in sadness)

Tod left

Connor: Clara, if by chance she's still alive please tell her I love her. Clara, please save me and tell them the truth. Please tell them I did not try to kill you.(Said to himself)

At midnight Tod walked back in

Tod: I'm here to help you face your death

Connor: Please let me go. I've done no wrong(Clutched the bars)

Tod: Soon your door will open and you will be dead

Connor: What have I done to you to make you hate me so much?

Tod: It's not hate, I love you(Whispered as Connor had a look of shock on his face)

Tod: I love you!(Yelled making Connor cover his ears in denial)

Connor: What have I done to make you love me so much?

Tod: I caught a glimpse of you walking with Clara and caught a look into your beautiful brown eyes. I have never known something like this. A shiver shook me and ran through my spine.

Connor: My Clara will come, she's my lover, she's the one I love not you. Come closer monster, I will kill you with these hands I'm not afraid of you. I'll bite your heart out. Go away assassin.(Clutched the bars facing Tod)

Tod: I tricked you, I sent Clara, Clara Mojo AKA my daughter has been playing you the whole time she never loved you. My name is Tod Mojo and I ask only for a moment of pleasure. My daughter got it and I want it too. But unlike her, I love you and want to be with you as your lover forever. I give you a choice. The noose or me, death or love, and the ground or my bed. And I'll get you out same with the other androids and Fowler.(Opened Connor's cage door and walked inside)

Connor: Go away!(Pushed Tod hard)

Tod pinned Connor's arms against the back cage wall and started kissing his neck. Hank ran in with keys and unlocked the cell door. All the androids ran out, Fowler ran into the cage and hit Tod's head hard with his fist knocking Tod out. Connor ran out quickly and was hugged by Markus. Fowler got out of the cage and five androids locked the cage and rolled it down some stairs.

Hank: You're free, you're okay, you all are(Hugged Connor relivly)

Aurora: You demand the right to equality and freedom! I'm going to give androids equality and freedom!

Everyone took off to an abandoned apartment building in the middle of nowhere. Everyone thought they would be safe there. They were wrong, Clara came home at 7AM and let her father out of the cage. At 8PM Tod, Clara, and their men attacked and ambushed the apartment. The androids got into a battle with Tod's men. Hank stayed inside with Connor protecting him and keeping him away from that mad man Tod. The androids wanted Aurora to stay inside to but she refused. Aurora wanted to face her " her dad" in person and see his face when she showed she's on the androids side. The battle lasted for an hour with no blood or death until five of Tod's men stabbed North in the back killing her. Markus quickly ran over and kneeled next to her and held her and cried. The battle stopped and all the androids were seized. Markus was forced too his feet as Connor and Hank were pulled out of the apartment building.

Clara: Young Connor, you will be hanged for being a Android. As for the rest of you androids, you will be locked in my dad's prison forever.

As the androids, Aurora, and Fowler were taken away by Clara and most of Tod's men two of Tod's men forced Connor to a third floor balcony where a noose was already made. A guy put it around Connor's neck as Tod watched from a tenth floor balcony and forced Hank to watch with him.

Tod: Look at him, your precious Connor, remember Hank the one you didn't want anything to do with at first. I handed him to the noose because he didn't want me.

Hank: That's all you! No one with a brain or heart would want you!

Tod: He will die, look at him your son Connor. They're hanging him

Tod laughed evilly as Connor was thrown off of the balcony and was knocked out. Tod took off

Hank: Tod!(Yelled angrily)

Hank went after him, quickly grabbed his gun from the room he was in and caught up to him. He pushed him down all the stairs until they were on the first floor. Hank shot Tod in the head killing him. Hank ran outside. Before he could run to Connor's unconscious body that the two of Tod's men put on the ground they seized Hank.

Hank: Give him to me!(Struggled to get free)

Hank: Return him to me now!(Broke free)

The two men decided they didn't care either way so they walked away to join Tod and Clara at their house. Hank ran to Connor crying, he kneeled by him and held his hand.

Hank: My son, my Connor, don't go stay with me.

In Connor's heart he must of heard Hank cause suddenly Connor woke up gasping and coughing.

Hank: Connor your back!(Jumped on him hugging him)

Connor hugged him back

Connor: Tod took them again didn't he?

Hank: Actually, Clara did, I killed Tod

Connor: And we must get them back, where's North's body?(Looked around as Hank helped him to his feet)

Hank: In a pond behind the apartment building

Hank: Come on let's go!(Ran pulling Connor's arm)

In Tod's prison(The only one Clara didn't lock up is Aurora)(Aurora is in the middle of the room with her arms outstretched cause of long ropes tied to each arm from the walls)

Connor ran in just in time to see Clara stab Aurora in the right shoulder.

Connor: Aurora!(Cried)

Clara: You're alive?!(Said angrily as she threw Connor to the floor hard)

Aurora: Connor!(Cried)

Clara: Seize them both and stab them too death!(Said to her men pointing at Connor and Aurora)

But because all of Clara's men were distracted by Connor and Aurora they didn't notice Hank unlock the big cell door. And before Clara's men could touch Connor and Aurora all the androids were upon them and this time they wiped out and killed them in no time. Clara was surrounded and Connor stabbed her through the throat killing her. As soon as Aurora was untied she ran into his arms and kissed him on the lips like she been wanting to do since she saw him. Connor wanted the same and returned the kiss. Everyone was safe. They burned North's body and had a funeral for her. More people accepted the androids and treated them as equals. Fowler adopted Aurora right away and her and Connor started dating right away.

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jimlingss · 7 years ago

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Lovesick

Words: 4.7k Genre: Angst, smidgen of Fluff Summary: In a world where love is a disease...your heart skips one too many beats. Warnings: Mentions of illness and medication

Love is a sickness.

It’s an illness that once too far gone becomes incurable; terminal.

Scientists have discovered it as an infectious disease, a parasite that crawls its way under skin to the heart. It can cause numerous complications, including delusion and blindness. Those who are affected by ‘love’ may be susceptible to mood swings, an increased dependency, a feeling of loneliness and obsessive thinking. It can cause stress, shortage of breath and mental disorder. In severe cases, it could cause physical aches to the chest - a term known as ‘heartbreak’.

Centuries ago, the majority suffered under ‘love’. Many victims had to lose their freedom and became detached from their schooling and careers. They were separated from reality and was unable to work efficiently. Those victims had psychotic behaviour, sometimes experiencing ridiculous amounts of happiness to feelings of jealousy, rage or sadness. In the worst of cases, some people allowed themselves to be hurt again and again in an endless cycle of pain. It’s as if ‘love’ was an addiction. Unfortunately, only one of every ten people were free from ‘heartbreak’.

“Since then, civilization has longed moved on from such feelings. We have detached ourselves from this idiocy.” The suited lady on the television nods. “If you notice any symptoms in others or in yourself, it requires immediate medical attention. Symptoms include an irregular heart rate-”

“Is there nothing else to watch?”

“No, but you can try to find something else.”

“Fine.” You flop down onto the couch, digging your cold feet under the blanket. “A documentary it is.”

The documentary continues on the horrors of the illness. The two of you are curled next to each other, silence taking over as you concentrate. You ask yourself why anyone would want to suffer at the hands of this disease and willingly at that too. What was so special about ‘love’?

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hmm?”

“What do you think it feels like to love?”

It happens when you turn your head. It happens when you look over to him. It happens before you can stop it.

His face is illuminated by the glow of the screen. His velvet lips lay still, a void emotion written across his features. You can see how he was drained by the day, exhaustion settling in with the night. The voice that speaks to you is of a breathy timber, a question that isn’t really looking for an answer. It’s a thought spoken out loud. No. He is close but out of finger’s reach. This can’t be right.

He looks at you deep within your eyes, a stare that you can’t draw away from. You’re magnetized, bewitched under the brown hues of his irises. Beautiful. He is different somehow that you can’t quite explain. But maybe the difference is within you. No. Jimin is your friend.

Then it happens-

Your heart skips a beat.

“Y/N?” He laughs and shifts to look at you again when you move away. “Are you okay?”

No. “I’m fine.” This can’t be happening.

“Okay, weirdo.” He stops bothering you, looking back at the screen.

You must’ve imagined it. How could you ever feel something more for Jimin? It’s impossible.

That night, the boy who’s been your platonic companion from since you could remember, falls asleep on your shoulder. The soft and silver strands of his hair grazes against your skin. The knot between his brows has dissipated and his cheek is cutely smooshed against your collarbone. Something constricts inside as you stare at him, eyes pinned on his curled lashes. You linger in his warmth, the weight pressed on your side. Jimin.

What have you done to me?

Your heart skips yet another beat.

“You’re not just coming in to see me right?” He laughs, rolling back in his chair to put away some file folders. “Or is it because you think I have time to kill?”

The walls are white, floor and ceiling in the matching void colour. The odor of disinfectant and the emptiness of the hallways would otherwise make you feel uncomfortable. But you’re in the presence of your trusted friend and that makes everything better. It doesn’t feel like a potential illness is looming over your head. It doesn’t feel like you’re a patient, ready to receive news of your death. It’s probably nothing. You’d simply thought that a checkup wouldn’t hurt.

“No.” You pout at him, staring at your hands in your lap.

“Okay.” Seokjin stops and gives you all the attention you need. “What’s wrong?”

You would’ve never gone to the doctor’s. But Seokjin is a friend that you know would never judge you. If your suspicions are true, he would never force you to undergo surgery. Jin would never make you feel disgusted with yourself or treat you like you’re contagious.

“I think I’m sick, Jin.”

He frowns and the mood becomes grim. “What do you mean sick?”

“I-” You’re at a loss of words. “My heart skips beats. W-….when I see this..person, I feel happier and when they’re not there then I feel.....lonely. It’s pathetic, isn’t it?”

“No. It isn’t.” Jin scrambles for a clipboard, digging through his belongings before he sits himself in front of you. The first question he wants to ask as he looks at you is- who?

Who made you this way?

But he knows you wouldn’t answer; that uttering the name out loud would cause even more panic and pain. “Does your heart go faster?”

“Yes.”

“Do you feel any nervousness or anxiety around this person?”

“Yes.”

Jin is completely serious, the persona of a professional taking over as he asks you a few further questions. The more you answer, the more afraid you become. “Is it what we both think it is?” You beg him with tears welling up, “Tell me, Jin.”

“I don’t know for sure.” He shakes his head, ready to step out of the room to immediately book an MRI scan. “Let’s just hope it’s not.”

The man in the white coat tries to reassure you, following you in every step. He’s there when you take your x-rays, blood tests and to monitor your heart rate. “Everything’s okay so far. It’ll be okay until the end. Don’t worry.”

You look up at him, lying on the table in a thin gown. You��re about to be swallowed by the machine, brain picked apart for any abnormalities.

“I’m scared.”

It’s a small and weak confession that whispers out from your parted lips. “What if it really is what I think it is? What will happen then? What will I do, Jin?”

He takes your hand within his, holding it tightly. “Then I’ll be here to help you.”

It’s late past midnight. Hours have passed and the clinic is vacant. If it weren’t for Jin, you’d be laid out for assessment in the cold eyes of numerous doctors. They’d exploit you until you feel naked, scorn you underneath spectacles and spit out terminology spun into tongue twisting language. Instead, he’ll be the one to find your secrets.

Kim Seokjin.

Whose eyes are bloodshot red, carrying black bags underneath them. He stifles every yawn, blinks hard to keep himself awake. And the moment you glance at him, he always smiles back at you without missing a single beat.

“It’ll be okay.” He reassures you a second time, grip tightening. “You’ll be okay.”

You’re being pulled into the scanner and his fingertips slide away from yours. “Thank you.”

The white fluorescent lights burn to the back of your lids. You shut your eyes, expelling away the water that threatens to spill onto your skin. “Y/N.” His voice comforts you again. “I’ll be here.”

It takes twenty minutes.

When you’re out, he stops you before you can bombard him with questions.

“I have to give it to another doctor who specializes in this area to take a good look at it.” He softly smiles. “Twenty four hours. Do you think you can wait that long?”

“I can.” You let out a staggering exhale. “But whatever the results are...good or bad...don’t hide it from me, okay? I want you to tell me the honest truth, Jin.”

“Of course.” He bumps you lightly. “I am a doctor. You think I can just hide the results from you because you’re my dear friend? I’d get fired!”

You laugh, feeling the most calm you have since the other night. Jin ushers you outside the room, leading you straight to the other room that you changed in. Once you switch the patient gown for your regular clothes, you find your friend leaning against the wall with his white coat taken off. He’s puffing out his cheeks, swinging his car keys around his finger.

“Let me drive you home.” It’s not a question but more of a statement. You don’t get to argue as he casually walks off. He beams when you have to run to match with his large steps.

Jin slows down his strides for you. “You owe me a meal.”

“What?” You giggle at him in disbelief, “why me?”

“Because it’s like two in the morning!” The man childishly pouts. “You know I’m suppose to be dead asleep right now? And I have to return in a few hours! You owe me, Y/N. And I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer~”

“Fine….” You nag at him in feigned exasperation. “You’re going to empty out my pocket again, aren't you?”

Seokjin opens the car door for you and makes a big gesture for you to go in. You roll your eyes and he shuts the door. “You bet I will!” The empty parking garage echoes with his voice. He mischievously grins and winks at you as you laugh.

It’s a breath of fresh air. You don’t feel as afraid as you were before.

The door opens and immediately your ears perk at the sound. “I’m home.”

“Welcome back.” You try your best to ignore, keeping your head low and focused on your keyboard. Your fingers tap relentlessly, the words not quite making sense on the document. But the false concentration is shattered by the smell of- “You brought food home?”

Jimin smiles and hums gently, placing the plastic bag full of takeout onto the counter. “Did you have dinner yet?” With one look at your bewildered expression, he already knows. “No, right? Well good. Now we can eat together.”

The boy snatches your laptop away, plopping down next to you and demanding all of your attention. It’s a long silence before he catches your eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I-” You shake your head, forcing yourself to forget about your accelerating heart. “Looking at you like what?” You fake a laugh, “If anything, it’s the ugly on your face.”

“Pft.” He shoves the box gently into your hands. “Yeah, right. You wish you had my face.”

You roll your eyes, feeling too tired to join with his silly antics. But when you open up the box, your breath hitches- “Oh.” It’s your favourite.

He melts into a sheepish smile when he notices how surprised you are. “Can I hear a ‘thank you, Jimin’?”

A seeping heat sweeps itself up your cheeks, burning in a shade of rose that you pray he can’t see. “Thank you...Jimin…”

The boy who is unaware of the misery and yearning, who doesn’t know that you itch to hold him in your arms, reaches over to messily ruffle your hair. For the merest second, his fingertips touch your skin. “Why are you being such a good girl today?” He leans downwards, looking up into your eyes with a teasing smile. “Y/N.”

“W-What is it?”

He laughs. Even if Jimin didn’t have bad intentions, you wish he knew of the cruelty; how you felt like you were being played with each sound, how each movement made you hope of something more. “Eat your dinner.”

Could he not tell how nervous you were? You were on the edge of your seat, unable to control whatever foreign feelings were settling at the pits of your stomach. All day, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. And now he was here with you - in a way that was so surreal and…..utterly painful.

When did this happen?

The tide of emotions had once tickled your feet and erupted giggles from your chest. Somehow when you weren’t paying attention, it had snuck up behind you and enveloped you into the blue, pulling you deeper and deeper in. Now you were surrounded in him and nothing but him.

“Y/N. You need to come here right now. It’s urgent.”

You’re not sure why you’re so calm. Maybe you had expected it all this time but you find yourself walking into Jin’s office like you were visiting him as a friend and not as a patient.

“What is it?”

“Just...take a seat first, Y/N.”

“Jin.” Your eyes are full of determination. “Tell me.”

Kim Seokjin takes his hands from the pockets of his white coat. He stands up and meets you in two strides. His darkened irises are focused onto you, his black locks disheveled from the busy day. “Y/N.”

You’ve never felt more vulnerable.

Pathetic. You can’t control the sobs that shake your body. Your hands automatically raise to shield away the tears but then you feel arms drape your shoulders, pulling you close in comfort. He encases your trembling frame, protecting you from the bitter bite of the air. Jin is the clothes that cover your nakedness, the shield to your exposed feelings that have been served on a silver platter. You let go. You allow yourself to break down.

“I love him.”

“I know.” Your friend whispers into your ear, a sweet hum of a lullaby. “We can stop it before it’s too late. Plenty of people are able to fall out of love naturally on their own….If not then we can take a more drastic measure.”

Surgery is what most in his field would encourage in this situation but he knew how horrific it was. They’d have to mess with the chemicals inside your head, cut parts off in your brain. The last thing that Jin wanted was to see you lying pale and sick in a bed, halfway to death but not quite. It was too cruel. The thought of you in that position made him sick.

“I love him, Jin.” You murmur again, tears dripping to his clothes. “I’m in love with Jimin.”

The confession hits him like a freight train. Park Jimin who he’s known as long as he’s known you. Park Jimin who isn’t a stranger that Jin had hoped. He wanted it to be someone he didn’t know. He wanted the person who had made you ill to remain faceless. That way, he could despise them as if they were a monster or untouchable entity of a second world.

“I’ll prescribe you with some medication.” Jin’s embrace tightens around you. “Just...try to stay away from him.”

Jimin. His own friend.

Jin can’t find it in himself to hate the person who has harmed you in this way, even if it was unintentional. But it pains him even more to see you so broken...sick...in love.

Staying away from Jimin proves more difficult than said.

After that night in Jin’s office, you had listened to his advice and actively tried to stay away from the boy who gave you the disease. If Jimin left early in the morning, you’d leave before he did. If he was to come home late at night, you’d make sure to return when he was asleep. You even went as far as searching for a new apartment to move into, condemning your past self as to why it was ever a good idea to become housemates with your friend.

You still think about him everyday. It becomes natural, automatic. Whenever there is time to spare and your thoughts begin to wander...you daydream of a boy whose eyes crinkle when he smiles, who calls you silly names with his head tilted to one side...who makes you so unbelievably happy that it aches.

“Y/N?”

“Jimin?” You shut your eyes, opening them again to make sure it isn’t an illusion. “What are you doing here?”

The rain pitter patters gently, puddles growing at your feet. You’re hidden underneath a bus shelter, the cold nipping at your nose. It wasn’t a shower, more like Heaven’s teardrops raining down. It made you wonder if the angels were sorrowfully weeping for you.

“I was looking for you.” He’s hyperventilating, having ran outside with little warning. When Jimin saw how it started to pour, he chased after you to make sure you wouldn’t get drenched.

“You didn’t have to-”

“Why are you avoiding me?”

His question is straight to the point and it leaves you stuttering. “I-I’m not.”

At your weak retort, he raises an eyebrow. “You aren't?”

“I’ve been a little bit busy.” You say with more confidence and a masked smile. “Did it seem like I was avoiding you? I’m sorry, I should’ve said something-”

“No.” He tips his head back with a relaxed expression. “I’m relieved. I thought there was something wrong.”

“There’s nothing wrong.” You reassure as your throat tightens. “There’s...nothing wrong.”

“Good. That’s all that matters.” His grip on the umbrella handle eases. The sunny yellow of the canopy vividly stands out in the surroundings of grey rain. “If there was something wrong, you know you could always talk to me about it, right? You’re my best friend and I care about you.”

“I know.” You step forward and under his umbrella, protected from the cold. The drops that drip from the sky softly knocks against the surface. It’s a beat to the song of your despair.

“Let’s go home.”

The symptoms are worsening. You can no longer restrain the butterflies that explode in your stomach; like the first of spring’s season. It churns and makes you feel sick. When he comes too close, goosebumps helplessly erupt over your skin. You find yourself hyper aware of each of his actions, hanging onto every single word.

You’re always staring. You are captured by his spell, captivated as your eyes run over the slope of his nose, each eyelash and the dip of his plush lips. All the while, Jimin is simply looking ahead. He never once notices. He doesn’t detect how you desire to be held, to be touched...to want more than to watch.

“Are you okay?” He taps on the door. “What’s taking you so long, Y/N?”

“Just-” With the energy you can muster, you outstretch your arm, struggling to turn on the tap so he can’t hear your coughing. “-one second!”

You’re collapsed on the floor, leaning lifelessly against the counter. Twenty pills have spilled in your palm, the bitter taste of the medication still on your tongue. Your eyes are reddened, cheeks stained with the anguish. Why? No matter how many you’ve taken, it doesn’t go away.

The feelings don’t disappear.

“Is there a way for me to have him around?” You ask Jin over the phone, a few dials and seconds away before you can hear his soothing voice. “I can’t do it. I can’t cut him off.”

“Y/N…” He calls you softly, the hurt returning to bore into his bone. In his hands hold your paperwork, the last check up telling him that your disease has progressed into unrequited love.

Jimin has always and forever will be compassionate, considerate and kind. You know him like the back of your hand. And that’s why it hurts even more. Because you aren’t special.

Not in the least bit. He treats you like he would anyone else. You, on your own, had to misunderstand his intentions. You let hope sew itself into your heart. You took advantage of his kindness. You brought this pain onto yourself. You let yourself become sick.

But was love ever a choice?

“Is falling in love so bad?”

The hope cannot be smothered. You’re desperately yearned that the things he speaks to you means something more. And you’ve become selfish. If he was sick like you...maybe it wouldn’t have to be so painful.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Jimin looks at you in concern, “What’s wrong?”

He never answers your question.

The symptoms worsen even more until it feels like you’re held captive under his reign, on edge from his every glance. You’re ill. In a way that makes you feel disgusted with yourself. The world continues to move but you’re glued to the same spot. There’s nothing you can do.

Nothing he can do.

Jimin is at a loss, befuddled at your behaviour. The way you look at him is strange. How your eyes are soft and your words are always full of hesitation. The way you react is strange. He finds you withdrawing when his hands accidentally grazes yours as if he’s burnt you. You’re always mumbling to yourself...lost in another world. Yet at the same time, you’re always smiling when he is, your laughter has become brighter and it makes him happy that you’re happy.

He is your friend after all.

“Y/N?” Jimin lightly calls your name. Upon hearing no response and seeing that you’ve fallen asleep, he smiles and walks away. “Why is she always sleeping on the couch?” His mumbling and the padding footsteps aren’t enough to wake you. But when you feel a warm blanket drape on your body, tucking you in, one of your eyes flutter open.

Why? Even through your hazing mind, you’re screaming inside your brain. Why does he always treat you with so much kindness? Why does his compassion hurt you so much?

Your hand automatically wraps around his wrist and he freezes, eyes trailing up to your body to meet your eyes.

“Stay with me.” It’s a murmur that befalls from your parted lips, half between a desperate plea and a breath. “Can you please stay with me?”

Those are words that you wanted to say. Those are words that sobbed to be spoken on your tongue. Those are words that you were too cowardly and too scared to utter.

“Thank you.”

Jimin doesn’t respond and he doesn’t need to. You watch him smile, let your heart quicken in pace - thump, thump, thump - and the butterflies in your stomach do acrobatics, swan dives and fluttering leaps. His eyes crinkle like the crescent moon in the night sky and you allow your lips to mimic his.

“Go to your own bed, brat.” He ruffles your hair and you sink deeper into the covers. “Your neck will hurt in the morning.”

If only he knew how much you wanted him to be with you. How much you wanted him to call your name. How much you ached to have him embrace your body and kiss your lips. If he knew that you were ridden with disease, a lovesickness that you can’t get rid of, would he feel something more than pity?

You watch the silhouette of his backside blur in the darkness of the hall.

That’s when you realize that it never happened overnight. You never loved Jimin merely by sitting on this very same couch that’s filled with his scent, not by watching his face glow in the television’s light, not when he fell asleep on your shoulder and you realized how beautiful he was.

The feelings were always there.

They were buried deep underneath, grown over time and experiences. It was tended to, sprouting inch by inch each time he laughed to that very time when he nagged you to death about staying out late. The question that he mindlessly spoke (“What do you think it feels like to love?”) simply had made you recognize that the seedling wasn’t a bud anymore. The roots had clung on no matter how hard you tried to rip it out.

“Y/N.” Jin’s voice quivers, “The sickness has deteriorated...into the worst kind of love.”

Unconditional love.

No matter what happens - you’ll still love him.

“Be honest with me, Y/N.” Jimin has his hands in yours, the two of you sitting down together one afternoon day. “Is something going on? If there is...I want to be there for you. Whatever’s happening in your life...You’re my best friend.”

It stings. But you’d still hang onto every word like the fool you are.

And he’s left unaware.

“I’m fine. Everything’s going to be okay.”

Because even if Jimin never knows for the rest of his life, you’ll truly be happy for him.

As long as he’s still smiling and laughing, you’re content. The undying yearning has subdued under the noisy palpitations of your chest. The happiness that you so longed for yourself is overridden by happiness for him. To love unconditionally is not to love no matter what he does to you. It’s not to love him when he hurts you. Rather it’s to love without expecting anything back.

“What do you think it feels like to love?”

You don’t know all the answers and you never will. But you know it’s one of the most painful and beautiful things that can happen to someone. You will never stop cherishing him. And your heart will never stop skipping beats and racing to the non-existent finish line. Your cheeks will always glow and bloom hues of rose, warming up to the caress of his fingertips. The butterflies won’t cease when his irises connect to yours, when he smiles or calls you silly names to tease. You might never stop wanting more, never stop thinking about him when your daydreams skedaddle off but at the very least - you know now that this love has made your world less grey.

This love is the one that swept you off into the tide of emotions. It made you learn how to love.

Jin doesn’t know what he’s doing.

He especially doesn’t know when he stares at the bouquet of lilac flowers lying on his desk.

What was he thinking? Maybe he wasn’t feeling well. After hearing that you were coming by his office, he had abruptly turned into the florist’s shop. Now the scent of floral was haunting him and the image of your flushed cheeks came to mind within the snapshot of a millisecond.

“I’m going crazy.” He mutters to himself and throws the flowers into his trash bin.

At the exact same time, the door to his office slides open and you’re greeting him with a grin. “Were you just talking to yourself?”

“No.” Jin defends himself with a pout that quickly grows into a smile when he sees you. “How are you?”

“Are you asking as my doctor…” You plop down in the seat across from his desk. “...or as my friend?”

He laughs at your mischievous expression. “Both. But...mostly as your friend.”

“If I’m being truthful…” You lean back. “I’m not doing as badly as I was before. It’s still...difficult on some days but I’m okay. That’s why I’m here-” You pause with an inhale. “I wanted to drop by and let you know that I’m leaving.”

Jin tips his head to one side. “What?”

A smile lifts your lips and you fiddle in your lap. “I’ve decided that I needed to get away...just for a while. Travel and see the world...free my mind a bit.” You meet Jin’s eyes again, overwhelmed by thankfulness. If it weren’t for him, you would’ve made it this far. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving Jimin. But I’ve come to terms with it and it’s not so bad…”

“How-” He nods to himself and gets a grip. “How long will you be gone for?”

“When I’m ready...if it’s a few weeks or months...maybe even a year.” You melt into a sheepish smile. “Thank you, Jin. I don’t know what I would do without you. You’ve helped me so much. I-”

“It’s the least I could do.” He means it with all his heart, “I’m just happy that you’re happy.”

It happens before he can realize. It happens before he can stop it. It happens when you bid him a sweet farewell.

The scent of the flowers are still lingering in the air. Your silly smile is imprinted into his mind. He gazes at your backside when you walk out the door...

Then it happens- Jin’s heart skips a beat.

#bts scenarios #bts fanfic #jimin angst #jin angst #sfwbangtan stories #jimin fluff #jin fluff #jimin #jin #It's a bit on the shorter side but hopefully just as good!

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batsyprincess · 7 years ago

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I JUST FOUND A HP FANFICTION I WROTE IN 3RD GRADE AND IM SHOOOK

YEAR ONE: CHAPTER 1:

There once was a boy named James Potter but he was not an ordinary boy, he was a wizard. His whole family was, witches and wizards. And this year was his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

“Yes, Mum, I’ll be good, love you too, I need to go now.” James said to his worried Mum running to the Hogwarts Express. Once he got on the train, he couldn’t find any empty compartments, but after a few minutes, he eventually found one with a boy in it. The boy was trying to get his suitcase up on the rack.

“Hullo, everywhere else is full mind if I sit here?” James questioned.

“If you can help with this monster of a suitcase, feel free.” The boy replied. Grabbing one end of the suitcase, James hauled it on the rack. After doing the same with his suitcase, he sat down.

“I’m James Potter”, James introduced himself.

“I’m Sirius Black”, the boy said, and just then they both knew this was the beginning of a wonderful friendship.

Sirius Black was also from a wizard family, the Noble and most Ancient House of Black, all of which were Slytherin.

Another boy walked in the compartment

“Hi”, he said, “I’m Remus Lupin, mind if I join you guys.

“Sure”, Sirius said.

“This is my first year, how about you?”, James asked both of the boys.

“Me too”, Sirius and Remus said together.

“So what House do you guys want to be sorted in?” Sirius asked.

“I’m gonna be in Gryffindor, just like my dad.” James exclaimed.

“I’ll probably be in Slytherin like the rest of my family, though I am sort of hoping I that I will be in Gryffindor.” Sirius proclaimed.

“I don’t know mayb”-- Remus had started, but something had interrupted him, a girl with red hair like fire and shy boy with greasy black hair and a big nose had walked it.The boys grew an instant hate for the boy.

“Hello”, the girl said,”I’m Lily Evans and this is Severus Snape do you mind if we join you?”

“No, there is no space, SORRY!" Sirius replied looking away to James and Remus, chuckling.

“Yes there is and everywhere else is packed, but never mind, WE don’t want to sit here anyway!”, Lily told them while making her way to the door, “Come Severus, let’s go!” As they were leaving James called out sarcastically

“Well I hope you and your slimeball of a boyfriend find a seat!”

Lily even more furious than before, stormed out of the compartment, “WELL I NEVER--!” and

James, Sirius and Remus were laughing and calling out “SLIMEBALL AND EVANS SITTING IN A TREE…”

Sirius, James and Remus spent their time laughing, talking and eating food that came from the trolley. Chocolate frogs and Bertie Bott’s every-flavored beans,

“Ewwwww, I got bogie flavored” James complained.

“That’s rotten luck,” Sirius said while putting a weird colored one in his mouth,

“Ugh! Rotten egg NOW that's rotten luck!” And the boys fell out of their seats with laughter! After a few minutes Remus looked out the window,

“I see Hogwarts, we must be nearly there! We should change into our robes!”

YEAR ONE: CHAPTER 2:

“Firs’-years! Firs’-years over here!,” James, Sirius, and Remus heard this HUGE man shout as they got off the train!

“Come on guys, let’s go!” James urging to Sirius and Remus.

“Whoa!” Remus exclaimed.

The graceful spiraling towers of Hogwarts, rising above the still black lake, upon which a second castle could be seen as a reflection. After crossing the lake in small boats with four people in each, (Remus, Sirius and James were paired with a small, mousy brown haired boy named Peter Pettigrew), they arrived at the base of Hogwarts.

Where they were greeted by Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor who led them into a small room where they waited to be sorted. Everyone was nervous as they walked to the dining room, where the ceiling was bewitched to look like the sky outside. One by one kids were called to the front of the magical room where they would be sorted into their houses by the Sorting Hat. It first started out Not long after, Sirius’s name was called, Sirius put on the hat and heard the Sorting Hat say in his ear,

“Another Black, eh, you should go to Slytherin like your family, no, so it better be GRYFFINDOR!” the Sorting Hat finally shouted out loud. Soon after, Lily Evans was called to the front,

“You would be fine in Ravenclaw, but I see bravery and courage in you, GRYFFINDOR!” The Gryffindor table clapped loudly as another person joined their table.

Remus was called, “GRYFFINDOR,” the sorting hat finally shouted. Then a few names later Peter Pettigrew and James Potter were sorted into Gryffindor. Severus Snape was sorted into Slytherin with a sad look on his face, staring wistfully at Lily.

Then after a few more names were called the feast began. It was a magical night, with unlimited piles of nice hot food, never-ending heaps of dessert, infinite laughter and new friends.

YEAR ONE: CHAPTER 3:

James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter woke up in the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory the next day, got dressed and made their way downstairs to the Great hall for breakfast.

“So, Sirius, what’s our first class?” James asked while stuffing his mouth with toast.

“Charms,” Sirius replied, “with Professor Flitwick.”

“Come on we’re gonna be late.” Remus cried, rising from his seat.

“Come in class, here are your partners, you’ll be sitting with them, Potter and Evans, Black and Snape, Lupin and Pettigrew. Now practice doing a swish and flick with your wand.” Professor ordered.

After a long hour, They all exited the classroom

“Uhhh finally that class is over.” James said gratefully, stretching.

“You were great James,” said Peter.

“We have transfiguration next, with Professor McGonagall .” Remus informed them.

“Now class, transfiguration is one of the hardest subjects you will ever learn, I do not tolerate rule breaking or foolishness.” Professor McGonagall said sternly.

“Now when you are older we will learn to transfigure ourselves, some people can turn themselves into an animal completely at will, like this.” Professor McGonagall informed them, turning into a ginger tabby cat with markings around the eyes like glasses.

“Whoa!” The entire class breathed in unison. An hour later the class was over and they were on there way to potions, a double class with the Slytherins.

“I am Professor Slughorn, welcome to potions.’ The Professor was a fat bald man with a wisp of a beard and deep laugh lines, he seemed kindly as he asked the students to choose their seats for the term.

“Remember, these are your seats for the rest of the term so choose wisely,” he advised with a smile, “many students end up unhappy with their seats by the end of term.” In a rush everyone found seats, James with Sirius, Remus with Peter, Lily with Severus.

“Okay then, today we will start with something basic, the cure for boils, here are the instructions now go!” Slughorn informed them. Within minutes Lily and Severus had the right color steam drifting up from their cauldron. After a little while longer so did James and Sirius, meanwhile Remus and Peter’s potion was giving off sparks and looked like cement.

“Good, well done, start over,” Professor Slughorn said to pairs, going around the classroom. “Now class, this is how you make a potion.” He exclaimed, pointing at Severus and Lily’s potion.

“Of course, little miss perfect is the best with that slimeball, “Snivellus.” James jeered.

“Layoff Potter.” Lily replied when Slughorn had moved on.

“Whatever, I’m getting bored anyway.”

YEAR ONE:CHAPTER 4:

After dinner, the boys were lying around the Gryffindor common room, Remus studying, Sirius and James playing a game of exploding snap with Peter looking at them adoringly. What’s our first class tomorrow?” James asked.

“Herbology with the Hufflepuffs,” Remus replied not looking up from his book.

“Wait, that's tomorrow, I haven't done my homework yet!” Sirius exclaimed worried

#I'm shoooooooook #harry potter #fanfic #marauders #Sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #bad writing #lily evans #peter pettigrew #severus snape #hogwarts #old fanfic

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milena-imagines · 8 years ago

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I ship you with..

@butterbeerimagines

I would love to request something! I would love a ship actually. I love Oliver Wood, and I think he is a bit overlooked at times. So a ship with him or something would be perfect!

I’ve been reading your writing and you do a great job! Also let me see I have long brown hair, hazel eyes, and a bit of fair skin. I love to read and I have played sports ever since I was little so I am pretty athletic. Also, I am a hufflepuff. Oh lord, it’s kinda hard to talk about myself I’m sorry I hope that is enough :)

How did you meet?

You two were on the same year and had have classes together , he tough you were brilliant , and loved to watch how the light reflected different colours in your eyes , you had some friends in common and sometimes you'd eat in the same table , or even went to Hogsmades together in a group but just as friends.

When did sparkles started to flow?

It all happened in your first Quidditch game , you were the fastest and strongest Chaser he ever had to battle with , you would swift in the air and throw as many quaffles as you could , scoring almost every time wearing a big grin on your face , he could hear the multitude screaming your name as you wore your yellow robes and at the end it was Cedric your captain the one who caught the snitch , and all the Hufflepuffs went mad.

-Nice game - you heard him said - never seen a girl fly like that - he smiled.

-Never seen a boy who could block my Quaffle - you grin and with that big smiled he was done.

-After that game , he’ll sit by your side more often , and you two would chat about anything and everything , he would also be present in some of your quidditch practices and would never miss a game , and when the two of yours houses competed against each others it would be so hard to focus. You had bewitched him.

Who made the first move?

Kind of him , kind of both , but he started!

After a Hufflepuff VS Griffindor game where he kind of sucked you approach him -Are you okay Wood?

-Yeah , don’t worry about it.

-You weren’t at the top of your game , we’re you trying to bored me Hun? -you said a little worried for your friend he wasn’t acting like himself.

-I said don’t worry about it.

-But I do - you said reaching his hand-Quidditch it’s the most important thing in the world for you , I mean am pretty sure you think the Earth circled a giant Snitch when you were younger - you tried to make him laugh.

-Well maybe there are other things far more important -he said -there’s this girl you know , And it is freaking exhausting, she just see me as a friend and I don’t really know if that could change . I can’t quidditch, I can’t sleep , am not hungry -he laughed - I can’t do this anymore.

-Why don’t you ask her out?-you blushed.

-Because everytime I look deep in her beautiful hazel eyes , I get afraid I’d loose her , and I don’t really know if I could handle that - you didn’t said anything but you could felt how your heart skipped a beat as he said that - I don’t wanna loose you, you’re my best friend - he said with a sad sight.

-You are not losing me Oliver , you’re a keeper after all , don’t you?-and there was that smiled that drove him crazy - I love you.

-I love you too - he said as he lift you up in the air and hug you so tight all the ever broken pieces in your heart were fix. And when he kissed you , you realized you have never been at home till you have meet him.

The Future…

You two got into Profesional quidditch teams , travel the world as you played and never ever missed one of the other’s game , you raised two beautiful and talented child’s and they both went to Hogwarts and became the best chasers their houses had have , just as their mommy.

I hope you liked dear

#ship #oliver wood imagine #oliver wood #quiditch #chaser #keeper #@butterbeerimagines #milena-imagines #mine #fluff #future #request open

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imagekeepr · 8 years ago

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IN MUSIC BANNED

*** VIDEOSS A "A Day in the Life" – The Beatles (1967) ... BBC - suggestive line, "..we’d love to turn you on..” "A Pair of Brown Eyes" - The Pougues ... BBC's Top of the Pops - a music video ban "A Rose and a Baby Ruth" – George Hamilton IV (1956) ... BBC - thought to be advertising, although the candy bar Baby Ruth was not sold in the UK "A Russian Love Song" – The Goons (1957) ... BBC - ridicules the cold war "A Theme from the Threepenny Opera (Mack the Knife)" – Louis Armstrong (1956) ... banned by: NYC radio, BBC - bloodthirsty words *** "A Whiter Shade Of Pale" - Procol Harum (1967) ... Top Of The Pops - the usage of Vietnam War newsreel footage. "A Worried Man" – The Kingston Trio (1959) ... BBC - didn’t like the word “closet” being used for “cupboard”. "A-huggin' and A-chalkin'" – Johnny Mercer (1946) ... BBC /USA - offensive to fat people ** "All For You" - Janet Jackson (2001) ... Singapore - lyrics to 'Would You Mind', were too sexually explicit and not acceptable to their society "Anarchy in the UK" - Sex Pistols (1976) ... BBC - banned following their controversial appearance on the TV news programme, Today. "Annie Had A Baby" - Hank Ballard & The Midnighters (1954) ... banned for radio play by the FCC. overtly sexual lyrics "Annie's Aunt Fannie" - Hank Ballard & The Midnighters (1954) ... banned for radio play by the FCC. overtly sexual lyrics "Angels in the Sky" – The Crew-Cuts (1955) ... BBC - Thought too offensive by the head of religious broadcasting "Answer Me" – Frankie Laine (1953) ... BBC - objection by head of religious broadcasting as a "sentimental mockery of Christian prayer" "Armchair Anarchist" - Kingmaker (1992) ... BBC/others - offensive lyrics "Bomb the idiots" and "Viva Dynamite" ** "As Nasty As They Wanna Be" (1989 album) - 2 Live Crew ... USA - Southern District of Florida ruled that the album was legally obscene. B "Baby Got Back" - Sir Mix-A-Lot (1992) ... MTV - briefly banned the outrageous video about women with big butts, and men who like them. "Baby, Let Me Follow You Down" – Bob Dylan (1962) ... BBC - objection by head of religious broadcasting "Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) - Cher () ... BBC - banned during Gulf War "Baubles, Bangles and Beads" – Kirby Stone Four (1958) ... BBC - "pop" version of classical piece, Alexander Borodin's String Quartet in D "Be Prepared" – Tom Lehrer (1953) ... BBC - sexually suggestive "Beep Beep" – The Playmates (1958) ... BBC - the mention of Cadillac and Nash Rambler considered advertising, also promoted dangerous driving. "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite!" - The Beatles ... BBC - the phrase "Henry the Horse", contains two common slang terms for heroin. "Big 6, Big 7,Big 8, 10 etc" - Judge Dredd (1972-75) ... BBC - sexual references and swear words. "Big Boys Bickering" - Paul McCartney ... BBC - overtly political message "Bitch" - The Rolling Stones ... many radio stations - sexual content and outrageous title. "Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered" – Ella Fitzgerald (1958) ... BBC - content where considered objectionable. "Be Chrool To Your Scuel" - Twisted Sister (1985) ... MTV - banned the video for excessive violence and gore "Blurred Lines" - Robin Thicke (2013) ... YouTube - banned the music video featuring nude models. (a new video was shot with clothed models) "Bobby Brown" - Frank Zappa (1979) ... USA - sexually explicit lyrics "Bring The Boys Home" - Freda Payne (1971) ... American Forces Network - fear that it would "give aid and comfort to the enemy" "Body Language" - Queen (1982) ... MTV ... music video blatantly sexy and too racey "Boom Bang-a-Bang" – Lulu (1969) ... BBC - banned during Gulf War "Burn My Candle" – Shirley Bassey (1956) ... BBC - risqué connotations C "(Celebrate) The Day After You" – The Blow Monkeys and Curtis Mayfield (1987) ... Australia, BBC Can't Stand Losing You - The Police (1978) ... BBC - morbid content (teenager who commits suicide) Cardiac Arrest - Madness (1981) ... BBC - lyrical content, "gasping for the hot air, but the chest pain it won't go" etc "Charlie Brown" – The Coasters (1959) ... BBC - the "disgusting, delinquent word" spitball "Come Together" – The Beatles (1970) ... BBC - product placement with the lyrics "He shoot Coca-Cola" "Come Again" – Au Pairs (1981) BBC ... refers to orgasms "Cop Killer" - Body Count (1992) ... USA / New Zealand - vile messages and promoting anti-police sentiment. ”Cortez The Killer” - Neil Young (1975) ... some Spanish speaking countries/stations - criticism of one of their national heroes "Cradle Song (Brahms' Lullaby)" – Frank Sinatra (1944) ... BBC - disrespectful to classical music "Croce di Oro (Cross of Gold)" – Joan Regan (1955) ... BBC - objection by head of religious broadcasting as sentimentalisation of religion "Crazy Horses" - The Osmonds (1972) ... South Africa - "horses" is a slang term for heroin there, so it was thought to be referring to drugs. "Crying in the Chapel" – Lee Lawrence (1953) ... BBC - objection by head of religious broadcasting because it was "nauseating". "Cuddle Me" – Ted Heath ft Dennis Lotis (1954) ... BBC - lewd and suggestive D "Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover" - Sophie B. Hawkins (1992) ... MTV - rejected the original version of the video on grounds of erotic content. "Danny Boy" – Conway Twitty (1959) ... BBC - Conway Twitty holds the distinction of having recorded the only version of “Danny Boy” to have been banned! "Deep in the Heart of Texas" – Bing Crosby and Woody Herman (1942) ... BBC - too infectious "Devil Woman" - Marty Robbins ... Eire - adulterous theme ** "Devils and Dust" - Bruce Springsteen (2005 album) ... Starbucks, USA - concerns about adult content and his stances on corporate politics "Diggin' My Potatoes" – Lonnie Donegan (1954) ... BBC - lyrics not suitable "Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead" - Judy Garland ... BBC - found it disrespectful when a Facebook campaign and other anti-Thatcher camps tried do make the song a No.1 hit after the sad death of former British prime minister Margaret Thatcher. "Dinner with Drac" – John Zacherle (1958) ... BBC - lyrics considered despicable "Don't Let's Be Beastly to the Germans" – Noël Coward (1943) BBC ... WWII reminder of Germany "Don't Stop (Wiggle Wiggle)" - The Outhere Brothers ... BBC / others - shockingly explicit "Disarm" - Smashing Pumpkins (1994) BBC ... banned the song from appearing on Top of the Pops, because of the lyric "cut that little child". E "Ebeneezer Goode" – The Shamen (1992) ... BBC - drug fuelled song, "Eezer Goode..." in the chorus sounds like E's are good. "Ebony Eyes" – The Everly Brothers (1961) ... BBC - death song, too morbid. "Eight Miles High - The Byrds () ... USA - drug connotations in its lyrics. ** "Electric Ladyland" - Jimi Hendrix Experience (1968 album) ... many retail stores - the cover depicted nineteen nude women lounging in front of a black background. "Eve of Destruction" – Barry McGuire (1965) ... BBC - on the restricted list, for its bombast; USA - "it was an aid to the enemy in Vietnam" F "F--k tha Police" - N.W.A (1988) ... USA / other countries - encouraged violence against, and disrespect for, law enforcement officers. "Fairytale of New York" – The Pogues ft Kirsty MacColl (1987) - BBC/UK MTV - banned the words "faggot" and "slut" "Fat Bottomed Girls" - Queen (1978) ... Shops and Stores - the cover featured a nude woman riding a bicycle; the new version was the same image with panties drawn over the woman. "Feel Good Hit Of The Summer" - Queens of the Stone Age (2000) ... many radio stations / Wal-Mart - the lyrics list drugs: nicotine, valium, vicodin, ecstasy, marijuana, alcohol and cocaine "French Kiss" – Lil Louis (1989) ... BBC - too much heavy breathing G "Gimme a Pigfoot (And a Bottle of Beer)" – Bessie Smith (1933) ... BBC - unsuitable content "Girl Don't Come" - Sandie Shaw (1964) ... Because of this song although it reached number 42 on the Billboard Hot 100, Sandy was unable to do US promotion – including a Shindig! appearance scheduled for March – due to the U.S. Federation of TV and Radio Artists refusing her a US work permit "Give Ireland Back to the Irish" – Wings (1972) ... BBC - political, references to Northern Ireland. "Glad to Be Gay" – Tom Robinson Band (1978) ... BBC - refernces to the gay community "Gloomy Sunday" – Billie Holiday (1941) ... BBC - just.. bad taste! "God Bless the Child" – Billie Holiday (1942) ... BBC - unsuitable for broadcast because of its title - prayers in popular music were not allowed. "God Only Knows" - The Beach Boys (1966) ... Some USA radio stations - deemed as blasphamy having a pop song with God in the title. Because of this, it was released as the B-side of "Wouldn't It Be Nice" in the United States. In other countries, "God Only Knows" was the single's A-side. "God Save the Queen" – Sex Pistols (1977) ... BBC - vulgar and offensive Goodbye Earl - Dixie Chicks (1999) ... Some radio stations - stirred controversy for its take on spousal abuse and banned by several male radio programmers. "Great Balls of Fire" - Jerry Lee Lewis () ... Some radio stations - sexual innuendoes "Green Jeans" – The Flee-Rekkers (1960) ... BBC - mutilation of the classics, "distortion of melody, harmony and rhythm" "Greensleeves" – The Beverley Sisters (1956) ... BBC - mutilation of the classics, "distortion of melody, harmony and rhythm" "Guess Things Happen That Way" – Johnny Cash (1958) ... BBC - objected to by head of religious broadcasting "Gypsy Roadhog - Slade (1977) ... BBC - references to drugs H "Hall Of The Mountain King" - Nero & The Gladiators (1961) ... BBC - the banning of pop versions of classical tunes policy. "Have a Whiff on Me" – Mungo Jerry (1971) ... BBC - drug references "Hard Headed Woman" – Elvis Presley (1958) ... BBC - religious theme, BUT it could be played, only with special permission "He" – Al Hibbler/Robert Earl (1955) ... BBC - objected to by the head of religious broadcasting as being solely for commercial gain. "He Bought My Soul At Calvary" - Jo Stafford (1951) ... BBC - objection by head of religious broadcasting as a 'misguided' presentation of the Gospel "Hi, Hi, Hi" – Wings (1972) ... BBC - explicit sexual lyrics "High Class Baby" – Cliff Richard and the Drifters (1958) ... BBC - considered to be advertising Cadillac cars "Hold My Hand" – Don Cornell (1954) ... BBC - objection by head of religious broadcasting, a girlfriend cannot be compared to the "kingdom of heaven" **"Holy Wood (In The Shadow Of The Valley Of Death)" - Marilyn Manson (2000 album) ... many retail stores - refused to stock the album, the cover art, depicting Manson on a crucifix "Homosapien" - Pete Shelley (1982) ... BBC - banned because of the line "Homo superior in my interior" "Honey Hush" – The Rock and Roll Trio/Johnny Burnette (1956) ... BBC - sexual lyrics and promotes violence. "Honey Love" – Dennis Lotis (1954) ... BBC - objection by head of religious broadcasting, lewd and suggestive "Honeycomb" – Jimmie Rodgers (1957) ... BBC - objection by head of religious broadcasting "Honky Tonk Angel" - Cliff Richard (1975) ... Cliff found out a "honky tonk angel" was a hooker he withdrew the record. "(How Little It Matters) How Little We Know" – Frank Sinatra (1956) ... BBC - objection by head of religious broadcasting, lewd and suggestive "House Of The Rising Sun" - Josh White ... BBC - lyrics about prostitution I "I Am the Walrus" – The Beatles (1967) "I Can't Control Myself" – The Troggs (1966) ... BBC - sexual reference "I Hear the Angels Singing" – Frankie Laine (1954) "I Leaned on a Man" – Connie Francis (1957) "I Want To Be Evil" – Eartha Kitt (1953) ... BBC - title and content where considered objectionable. "I Want You to Be My Baby" – Annie Ross (1956) "I Want Your Sex" - George Michael (1987) ... BBC - banned between the hours of 5:50am-9pm "I Went to Your Wedding" – Spike Jones and His City Slickers (1953) "I'll Be Home for Christmas" – Bing Crosby (1943) "I'm Always Chasing Rainbows" – Perry Como (1949)/Ken Dodd (1963) ... BBC - "pop" version of a classical piece, Frédéric Chopin's Fantaisie-Impromptu. "I'm Nobody's Baby" – Frankie Howerd (1948) "Imagine" - John Lennon (1971) ... BBC - banned during the Gulf War "In the Air Tonight" – Phil Collins (1981) ... BBC - banned during the Gulf War "In the Beginning" – Frankie Laine (1955) ... BBC - objected to by the head of religious broadcasting "In the Hall of the Mountain King" – Nero and the Gladiators (1961) "Invisible Sun" – The Police (1981) ... BBC - due to the content of the song, violence and turmoil in Northern Ireland "It Is No Secret" – Jo Stafford (1954) "It Wasn't God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels" – Kitty Kallen (1962) "It Would Be So Nice" – Pink Floyd (1968) "I've Come of Age" – Billy Storm (1959) J "Jackie" – Scott Walker (1967) ... BBC - refers to "authentic queers" "Je t'aime... moi non plus" – Jane Birkin and Serge Gainsbourg (1969) ... BBC - sexual references "John and Marsha" – Stan Freberg (1950) ... BBC - sexual, too suggestive "Johnny Remember Me" – John Leyton (1961) ... BBC - death song, too morbid. "Jungle Fever" – The Chakachas (1972) ***"Justify My Love" - Madonna (1990 video) ... MTV - sexual content . K "Keep Me in Mind" – Lita Roza and Al Timothy (1955) "Killing an Arab" – The Cure (1979) ... BBC - banned during the Gulf War "Kodachrome" – Paul Simon (1973) ... BBC - would not play the trademarked name. L "La Petite Tonkenoise" – Josephine Baker (1930) "Lazy Mary" – Lou Monte (1958) ... BBC - Italian lyric deemed objectionable "Leader of the Pack" – The Shangri-Las (1964) ... BBC - death song, too morbid. "Let the People Go" – McGuinness Flint (1972) "Let's Spend the Night Together" – The Rolling Stones (1967) ... BBC - encourages promiscuity "Light a Candle in the Chapel" – Frank Sinatra (1942) ... BBC - objection by head of religious broadcasting, the song was "so nauseatingly sentimental that it debased the Christian religion". "Light My Fire" – Jose Feliciano (1968) ... BBC - banned during the Gulf War "Lili Marleen" – Lale Andersen (1939) "Little Star" – The Elegants (1958) ... BBC - objection by head of religious broadcasting to use of God in a pop song. "Louie Louie" - Kingsmen (1957) ... Indiana USA declared it pornographic "Lola" – The Kinks (1970) ... BBC - banned for advertising coca cola, until they changed the lyrics. "Louie Louie" - The Kingsmen (1963) ... USA - FBI investigation supposed obscenity of the lyrics, an investigation that ended without prosecution. "Love for Sale" – Cole Porter (1930) / Ella Fitzgerald (1956) ... BBC - sexual references, prostitution. "Love Is a Word" – Alma Cogan (1965) "Love Is Strange" – Mickey & Sylvia (1956) ... BBC - the line "love is money in the hand" would encourage prostitution "Love to Love You Baby" – Donna Summer (1975) ... BBC - too much heavy breathing, grunts and groans. ** "Lovesexy" - Prince (1988 album) ... Shops around the world - nude photo of Prince on cover "Lovin' Machine" – Wynonie Harris (1951) ... BBC - crude implications associated with a "lovin' machine" "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" – The Beatles (1967) ... BBC - drug refernces M "Mack the Knife" – Bobby Darin (1959) ... banned by: NYC radio, BBC - bloodthirsty words "Made You" – Adam Faith (1960) ... BBC - sexual references "Maggie May" – The Vipers Skiffle Group (1957) ... BBC - song is about a prostitute "Maybellene" – Chuck Berry (1955) "Mighty Mighty Man" – Bobby Darin (1958) "Minnie the Moocher" – Cab Calloway (1931) "Miss Morse" - Pearls Before Swine (1967) ... USA radio - Tom Rapp was singing F-U-C-K in Morse code "Miss You" – Bing Crosby (1942) ... BBC - The War Office felt that it too sentimental and might lower morale at home "Monster Mash" – Bobby "Boris" Pickett and the Crypt-Kickers (1962) ... BBC - it was offensive and in poor taste. "Moonlight Love" – Perry Como (1956) ... BBC - mutilation of the classics, took it’s melody from Debussy "My Christmas Prayer" – Billy Fury (1959) ... BBC - religious grounds. "My Friend" – Eddie Fisher (1954) "My Friend Jack" – The Smoke (1967) "My Generation" - The Who (1965) ... BBC - initially refused to play the song because it might offend people who stutter. "My Little Ukulele" – Joe Brown and The Bruvvers (1963) ... BBC - "too rique" N "Night of the Vampire" – The Moontrekkers (1961) "Ninety-Nine Years (Dead or Alive)" – Guy Mitchell (1961) "Nobody Loves Like an Irishman" – Lonnie Donegan (1958) ... BBC - Line about the Quran deemed to be offensive to Muslims O "(Oh) Pretty Woman" - Van Halen (1982) ... MTV aired the video very sparingly - too racey and distasteful "Old Man Atom" – The Sons of the Pioneers (1950) ... BBC - Controversial topics such as the atom bomb "One Has My Name (The Other Has My Heart)" – Jimmy Wakely (1948) ... BBC - encouraged adultery "Open Your Box" - Yoko Ono Plastic Ono Band (1970) ... BBC - banned because of the line "Open your legs" "Original Prankster" - The Offspring (2000) ... HMV stores - refused to stock the record after the band decided to give the track away as a free download on their official website, prior to it's release. P "Paper Doll" – The Mills Brothers (1943) ... BBC - theme of feminine unfaithfulness. deemed unacceptable during war time. "Peaches" – The Stranglers (1977) ... BBC - too "woman baiting" "Peaceful Street" – Ernest Butcher (1936) **"Permission To Land" - The Darkness (2003 album) ... Wal-Mart - the album sleeve featured a woman's bottom. "Plastic Jesus" - King Earl Boogie Band ... BBC - on grounds of blasphemy. "Please No Squeeza da Banana" – Louis Prima (1963) Q R "Radio Times" – The BBC Dance Orchestra (1935) "Randy Scouse Git" - The Monkees (19--) ... BBC - title was "actually somewhat taboo to the British audience" it was re-released as "Alternate Title" "Reefer Man " - Fats Waller () ... BBC - drug references "Relax" – Frankie Goes to Hollywood (1984) ... BBC - sexual references "Rock You Sinners" – Art Baxter and His Rock 'n' Roll Sinners (1958) "Rockin' Through The Rye" - Bill Haley and His Comets (1956) ... BBC - the song went against traditional British standards and used 50's hip slang. "Rum and Coca-Cola" – The Andrews Sisters (1945) ... BBC - advertising Coca -Cola ”Rumble” - Link Wray (1959) ... USA certain stations - although an instrumental the title was thought too suggestive of teen violence. S "Sad Affair" – Marxman (1993) ... BBC - contains IRA slogan "Saturday Nite at the Duckpond" – The Cougars (1963) ... BBC - "pop" versions of a classical piece "Say a Prayer for the Boys Over There" – Deanna Durbin (1943) "Send Me to the 'lectric Chair" – George Melly (1953) "Shall We Take a Trip" – Northside (1990) "She Had to Go and Lose It at the Astor" – Johnny Messner (1939) "She Was Only a Postmaster's Daughter" – Durium Dance Band (1933) **"Sheryl Crow" - Sheryl Crow (1996 album) ... Wal-Mart - The song "Love Is a Good Thing" contains the lyrics "Watch out sister, watch out brother, watch our children while they kill each other with a gun they bought at Walmart discount stores". "Sincerely" – Liberace (1955) ... BBC - "Sixty Minute Man" – The Dominoes (1951) ... BBC - sexually suggestive "Song of India" – Tommy Dorsey (1938) ... BBC - because it was based on a classical work, Rimsky-Korsakov's Sadko. "So What?" – Anti-Nowhere League (1981) ... BBC - obscene, contains the word fuck countless times, references to drugs, bestiality and STIs. "Soldier" – Harvey Andrews (1972) ... BBC - lest feelings be exacerbated in the nationalist community of Northern Ireland, or the British public be incited to attack innocent Irish people. The Ministry of Defence still advises British soldiers not to sing the song in pubs "Somebody Up There Likes Me" – Perry Como (1956) ... BBC - head of religious broadcasting objection . "Spasticus Autisticus" - Ian Dury (1981) ... BBC - deemed the lyrics offensive "Statue of Liberty" – XTC (1978) ... BBC - the lyrics "In my fantasy I sail beneath your skirt". 'Star Star' - Rolling Stones (1973) ... BBC - it contained the word "Star-fucker" in the chorus a dozen times. "St. Therese of the Roses" – Malcolm Vaughan (1956) ... BBC - head of religious broadcasting felt it was contrary to Catholic and Protestant beliefs "Stranger in Paradise" – The Four Aces (1953) ... BBC - "prohibited from broadcast due to unacceptable performance" disrespectful to the classics. "Street Fighting Man" - Rolling Stones (1968) ... several radio stations in Chicago, IL. - Authorities feared it might incite public disorder. "Such a Night" – Johnnie Ray (1954) ... BBC - lewd and suggestive "Summer Smash" – Denim (1997) ... EMI self-banned - the planned release date was in the same period when Princess Diana died by a car crash. T "Teen Angel" – Mark Dinning (1959) ... BBC - death song, too morbid. "Teenage Prayer" – Gale Storm (1955) "Tell Laura I Love Her" – Ray Peterson/Ricky Valance (1960) ... BBC - death song, too morbid. "Terry" – Twinkle (1964) ... BBC - death song, too morbid. "The Ballad Of John and Yoko" - The Beatles ... Spain/USA various radio stations - mention of crucifixion offended radio listeners. "The Battle of New Orleans" – Johnny Horton (1959) "The Blue Danube" – Spike Jones and His City Slickers (1945) ... BBC - takes liberties with a serious work of music "The Christening" – Arthur Askey (1943) "The Cover of Rolling Stone" – Dr. Hook & the Medicine Show (1973) "The Deck of Cards" – T. Texas Tyler (1948) "The Devil Is a Woman" – Herb Jeffries (1957) "The Foggy, Foggy, Dew" – Peter Pears (1950) "The Garden of Eden" – Frankie Vaughan (1957) ... BBC - song is "fairly blasphemous" "The Heel" – Eartha Kitt (1955) "The Man with the Golden Arm" – Eddie Calvert (1956) ... BBC - although it's an instrumental, the BBC objected to the sordid nature of the film!! "The Mocking Bird" – The Four Lads (1952) "The Monster Mash" - Bobby (Boris) Pickett and the Crypt-Kickers (1962) ... BBC - too morbid *** "The Next Day" - David Bowie (2013 video) ... Youtube (temporarily) - its graphic content "The Old Dope Peddler" – Tom Lehrer (1953) "The Reefer Song (If You're a Viper)" – Fats Waller (1943) "The Sabre Dance" – Woody Herman (1948) "The Shag (Is Totally Cool)" – Billy Graves (1958) ... BBC - the shag is a dance, but also it is slang for sexual intercourse "The Silver Madonna" – Kirk Stevens (1957) "The Sky" – Petula Clark (1957) "The Story of a Starry Night" – Glenn Miller (1954) ... BBC - distorted representation of the original Tchaikovsky's Sixth Symphony "The Story Of My Life" - Alma Cogan (1958) ... BBC - too morbid, refers to death "The Story of Three Loves" – Ray Martin (1957) "The Test of Time" – Robert Earl (1959) "The Tommy Rot Story" – Morris & Mitch (1957) "The Unbeliever" – Guy Mitchell (1957) "The Voice in My Heart" – Eydie Gormé (1958) "The Winker's Song" - Ivor Biggun (1978) ... BBC - sexual references "They're Coming to Take Me Away Ha-Haaa!" – Napoleon XIV (1966) "Three Stars" – Ruby Wright (1959) "Til the Following Night" – Screaming Lord Sutch (1961) "Till the End of Time" – Perry Como (1945) "Ting Tong Tang" – Ken Platt (1958) "To Keep My Love Alive" – Ella Fitzgerald (1956) "Toll the Bell Easy" – Les Hobeaux (1957) "Too Drunk to Fuck" – Dead Kennedys (1981) "Tribute to Buddy Holly" – Mike Berry and The Outlaws (1961) U ”Unknown Soldier” - The Doors () ... USA - political, the song’s anti-war stance. "Urban Guerrilla" – Hawkwind (1973) V W "Wake Up Little Suzie" - Everley Brothers ... USA certain stations - would influence and corrupt teenagers. "Walk Hand in Hand" – Tony Martin (1956) ... BBC - religous reasons, disrespectful to God. "We Call It Acieeed" – D-Mob (1988) "We Can't Let You Broadcast That" – Norman Long (1932) ... BBC - made fun of the BBC's policies of 'banning' recordings "(We Don't Need This) Fascist Groove Thang" – Heaven 17 (1981) ... BBC - concerns by Radio 1's legal department that it libeled Reagan. "We Have to Be So Careful" – The Beverley Sisters (1953) ... BBC - because it ridiculed BBC policy "We Will All Go Together When We Go" – Tom Lehrer (1959) "Wet Dream" – Max Romeo (1969) ... BBC - due to its lyrics which are of an explicit sexual nature "When I'm Cleaning Windows" – George Formby (1936) ... BBC - Sexual innuendo, too racy, "A disgusting little ditty" "Whoa Buck" – Lonnie Donegan (1959) "With My Little Stick of Blackpool Rock" – George Formby (1937) "With My Little Ukelele in Hand" – George Formby (1933) "Woman Love" – Gene Vincent (1956) ... BBC - lyrics offensive and can't be understood. "Work With Me, Annie" - Hank Ballard & the Midnighters (1954) ... banned for radio play by the FCC. overtly sexual lyrics "Worried Man" - Kingston Trio (1959) ... BBC - didn’t like the word “closet” being used for “cupboard”. X Y "You'll Get Yours" – Frank Sinatra (1956) *** "You're All I Need" - Mötley Crüe (1987 video) ... MTV - because of the level of violence.

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