#but I couldn't do the idea before because of pending things I had so I could barely do it

[mariberrycake6058]

Right now I should be finishing other videos, doing my homework, starting with more Cliquetøber sketches and drawings...

But some inky brothers who are Barbie fans bothering Henry don't hurt anyone! ;)

[simpingland]

I have a request if you so feel like writing it, please <3

Aegon Targaryen x Male!servant!reader! Where Aegon falls for one of the castle servants because reader is one of the only people that shows him kindness (because mutual pining) and it leads to them having secret nights together but it's just really fluffy with reader just cuddling Aegon, peppering his face in kisses, telling him how pretty he is 🧎🏻.

(Ik he's not everyone's favorite but if he wasn't the way he was honestly his face is too cute to me I need to coddle him)

Honesty// Aegon Targaryen x reader.

Summary: life is hard for Prince Aegon. Only when a servant appears to care just enough for him, Aegon seeks this company,not knowing it's a reciprocate feeling.

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You walked carefully through the castle you had yet to explore, to the chambers where Aegon awaited. Of course there was only one cup on your tray. Could the rumours of the Prince's fondness for wine and food be true? You had not spent too much time on gossip, the position of servant was a privilege for you, and the Targaryens were the most interesting family you could work for. Though you were not yet aware of the cruelties that were committed among them.

Already outside you could hear loud voices rustling inside Aegon's room. It was late afternoon and there was movement in the court, and even then you could still hear Otto Hightower shouting up the stairs. Had it not been for the guard opening the door you would not have dared to enter. The room was quite dark, lit only by a few flickering candles. The place smelled of wine and there was not a single tidy corner. The Prince was nowhere in sight, and Otto seemed to be talking to the end of a bed.

"Needless to remind you that you should dress nicely for the visit," the Hand finished. "If we are careless you are capable of attending dinner naked."

He left, giving you a brief glance and completely ignoring your presence. And after the door slammed, you saw at last the boy you had come to serve rise.

He was, as his grandfather had feared, covered only by his trousers, and though he knew of your existence by his quickness in pouring himself a drink from the tray, he gave you neither a word nor a glance. Then you saw that what they said about the Targaryens was true. They had a distinctive look about them, and a strange, striking aura about them, though Aegon, with his dirty hair and dark circles under his eyes, was not the image that the legends portrayed.

"You can leave the tray wherever you like. It's not like I'm going to eat it..." the prince spoke, turning his back to you.

You looked around the room for a second. You couldn't find a single gap.

"You can stay as well... I see you feel like it, I honestly don't care" he said again. This time he did look at you, out of the corner of his eye, and with a confused expression.

"You should eat between drinks, my Prince. It helps to slow-"

"How dare you tell me what I 'should' do?"

You swallowed hard, everything the prince had not imposed on you moments before he was imposing on you now. His sad eyes darkened.

"I would never, my Prince. It's just..." you groped at the idea. To be honest or to be just another servant, compliant and passive. The latter was not in your nature. "You have a fine dinner pending. And this wine, my Prince, is among the worst in your cellars. You will come to the table stumbling."

You expected to be thrown out of there at that very moment. At what point did you think to say such a foolish thing to a prince? The pity he gave you had come out in that unbidden council. Luckily, the prince just laughed. He laughed loudly and waited for you to laugh, though you could only smile, which seemed to soften the Targaryen. Nodding, he picked up one of the shinier apples and took a good bite.

"You're right, I'll enjoy the fine wine they serve at the table."

He sat looking out the window as you stood back with the tray. He turned as if he had seen you for the first time.

"How come you're still here?" he asked, a sympathetic tone now.

"I just don't know where to put the tray, my Prince."

"You know, I think you're a servant with real balls. Sit here next to me. You've earned a share of this apparently shitty wine." He awkwardly placed a chair next to him, and when you sat down he watched you balance the tray on your lap. He picked it up and deposited it on the same floor. "We'll have to share a drink."

"You don't mind sharing a drink with me?" you had to hide your shocked smile.

"Why would I mind?"

"Because I am a servant, and you are a prince..."

"I don't know how far my royalty and divinity goes. And as for you being a servant... I honestly don't care. Do you think it's wrong for me to share a drink with a servant?"

"Well, I wouldn't share it with the castle blacksmith. Every time I see him he has fewer teeth, and sharing a cup with him might mean that the next one he loses I end up swallowing."

He laughed again, passing you the cup. His smile made him simple, and somewhat charming in contrast to his soft, masculine voice. And amidst the foolish talk, it grew dark, and it was only when they came to dress him that you were allowed (or rather obliged) to leave, as one of the older servants reminded you.

You were able to attend the dinner, passing food and drink, of course. And the Prince was late. Handsome, but late. He walked lazily, and gave no greeting or smile for any Lord or Lady, though when he saw you in a corner, his face lit up with excitement. As he sat down, he called you to his side with a deft wave of his hand. As you bent down to listen, his voice whispered in your ear, and you could smell the soap with which he must have been bathed earlier.

"Give me a taste of that good wine I've been waiting for."

You took the vase to him, and he held the cup himself.

"I hope it was worth the wait, my Prince."

He savoured it, looking at you sharply, and let out a satisfied sigh, savouring his drink.

"Yes...it was worth it."

The length of the dinner was far too long, and you made it through with the sole entertainment of your work and Aegon's not-so-disguised expressions, which made you smile from your post. Though you could not help but notice all the reproaches that both Otto and Alicent - and Aemond in particular - had for Aegon. And there came a time when you no longer wished to refill the Prince's cup, for you saw his eyes grow cloudy with each refill. And the decanters would run out and someone would change them back, not surprised at how much wine a single person used up.

Back in your room, you were minutes away from sleep, when someone called you up to Aegon's chambers, for he required the presence of the new servant. And though you were not required to, you took water and grapes with you.

"You requested for me, my Prince?" you asked in a whisper, assuming the man to be half asleep, unable to stand on his own two feet in such a drunken stupor.

Indeed, he was lying on the rug on the floor in front of the fire, all his clothes on except his shoes, which he had left lying in different parts of the room. "How did you know I was thirsty? Did I ask for the water?"

"No, my Prince. But I imagined it." You got down on your knees to be more on his level, and he repositioned himself better to drink from the leather bottle. You watched as his hair fell prettily, avoiding brushing it aside. When he finished drinking, he watched you for a second.

"I never asked you what your names were."

You waited a second to check that he wasn't asking in jest, but you found his attentiveness very convincing, and you couldn't deny him the answer.

"I like it...though not as much as the wine at dinner."

"That I had noticed, my Prince."

Though you smiled, something went out of him.

"Am I as pitiful as my family says I am?" he asked in a whisper. You had been honest with him all this time, even if you tried to be good. And now it was hard to lie to him, but seeing him broken like this hurt even more.

"My opinion, if I may, is that they don't treat you fairly...we can't all act perfectly under such pressure."

He put down his drink and focused on looking at you. He was still drunk and you could tell by how heavy his eyelids seemed to be. You noticed how his hand was placed on your knee for a moment, and as you looked at it you saw him place it on your neck, in an ill-advised attempt to caress your face.

"Why are you so nice to me?" he whispered.

"Because...someone must be."

Aegon grinned, like a child being tenderised by a gentle animal. He leaned, though one might as well say slumped, into your torso, head sinking into your chest.

"My Prince, you should eat and drink before you sleep."

You heard him sigh, and helped him upright. He looked up at you and you gave him a look of approval as he took a couple of grapes to eat. Suddenly he did something strange. He put them in your hand again, slowly, and without taking his eyes off yours for a second. You knew what he wanted, and as he put the first one to his lips, Aegon picked it up, brushing his mouth with your fingertips.

"They are good," he said.

Your breath caught, and you had to give him a second, and a third and a fourth and the whole bunch trying to hide your trembling. And when he finished, Aegon had a drop of the juice dripping down his chin. When you wiped it away, you took the opportunity to caress that soft skin.

"Now you should go to sleep," you asked, your voice groggy from so long in silence.

He needed your help to get up, and as you opened the bed for him, he just clumsily removed his most annoying clothes. He rushed to his quilt and turned to look at you. You offered him a last drink of water, but Aegon only gently took the arm with which you offered it.

"I want you to stay here with me," he confessed.

"You are still drunk, my Prince, you are not thinking straight."

"I may still be drunk...but I know I want you to be with me."

"Is that an order?" The question was in jest, but Aegon released your arm slowly, and seemed to move away from you in his bed.

"Is it that I could only convince you to stay if I 'command' it to you?" his question was laden with pain. And it pinched your heart to see him like this because of you.

"No, my prince, it's just...it's my first week here. I want to make a good impression...in any other circumstances I would not have left your side."

You spoke honestly, as Aegon had discovered he liked you. And how did he know? By something special in your eyes, which he thought about all night.

"Call me Aegon, please... when no one will hear, at least." He asked.

"I will, Aegon."

That was one of the few nights you slept alone in the castle. In the days that followed, Aegon would summon you to his room, with some excuse like he liked your way of serving more than any other servant, like he needed a snack between meals. But really he was only pleased to see you near. He began to ask you to accompany him to places where he was needed, as his cupbearer. And there, he would approach you whenever he wanted to talk, even for a moment, with you. You smiled at him from afar, and Aegon seemed to come to his senses knowing you were there. Soon he promoted you, asking you to be the one to organise his clothing, to accompany him on the little trips Otto arranged for him. And he understood every refusal you had to stay the nights with him. It was a strange suggestion, and one that would make you an outcast among your peers. But at the same time, every night it became more and more difficult to say goodbye to him. He had lost that chronic drunkenness, Aegon now spent more time talking to you than taking endless sips from his cup.

The first night you didn't return to your own room began with a stain. Aegon did not finish his drink, engrossed in his grievances towards Aemond, and fully full from the supper he had just finished. And with its owner's consent, you drank the last of the wine. And then you spilled the last drops on the white shirt of your uniform.

"If my Grandsire sees you in that uniform he'll let you know what he thinks, I'm afraid," Aegon said, smirking.

"I'll tell him it's your fault...I've stained myself because I've been drinking, and I've been drinking because you haven't and it's a sin to waste food and drinks" you joked back.

"I guess that's true. Here, let me help you."

He wet a garment from the many he had scattered about, dipped it in water and walked over to you. The stain was on the collar of the shirt. You could hear the sound of the cloth rubbing, and Aegon seemed really intent on his task. You were so close to him that you could smell his hair, his light dragon scent that you were beginning to like. Maybe it was because your heartbeat began to multiply, or because your chest was heaving as you breathed in and out in a choppy way. The thing is, Aegon eventually realised, and decided to take a second before looking you in the eye. When he did, he was sure, but he waited for you to be sure.

"Go ahead," he whispered, the vibrations reaching your lips. "I've always enjoyed your honesty."

Then you kissed him, something Aegon had expected all along. He responded instantly, nuzzling your neck as you pulled him closer to you. It was a fierce kiss, full of Targaryen fire at first. And it had to be the clutter of the room that broke you apart, as you nearly fell to the floor over shoes that Aegon had once again left abandoned in unsuspecting places.

"Would it be too bold to ask you to stay here tonight?" You asked, somewhat apprehensive after the parting. Aegon's smile only grew.

"No... by the gods, stay."

And so the first night passed, snuggled in that huge bed the prince had. He trusted you enough to show you the secret passages that connected to his room. By day, you kept a short distance, which could be suspicious to those who looked. A few caresses that Aegon could not suppress or your quickness to come to his side when he mentioned you. Aegon loved to tell stupid jokes every second, that was his way of making sure that you woukd laugh and awarded him with kisses all around his face. You just couldn't pick a favorite place, they were all pretty. Guards could see you hiding in pillars, where you or Aegon couldn't help but kiss to make it clear that both of you wanted each other too much to wait for the privacy of the Prince's chamber.

But your favourite night was the one when Aegon found your room, at the bottom of the huge castle. Tears were shed before meeting you, and he came to seek your comfort, knocking stealthily at your door.

The kisses you shared in those moments were your favourite, for Aegon had a special sweetness. Your love and touch was the only thing that eased his pain.

"Be honest with me," he asked, lying on your chest. "Do you love me as much as I love you?"

"Oh, my Prince...now that you've saved me from climbing so many stairs to your room, rest assured I do."

He chuckled with relief and kissed your neck tenderly before falling asleep.

A/N: I do not support Aegon's conduct on the series, so we will pretend it didn't happen here...he's gay and cooler here. And I do think TGC is unfairly handsome, I love putting gifs (that aren't mine) of him.

[flamingpudding]

Ghost Twins: Lost in Gotham (Sneak Peak)

You guys on tumblr are awesome. I honestly love all the ideas you all came up with. It also sparked my own inspiration. That it why I am attempting to make my Prompt into a longer fanfic. Thou I love all the ideas you all had, my mind decided to go down a slightly different route for the prompt. While on vacation with my family with a pending / possible radio silence, i will continue to work on this (its the fanfic project I mentioned in another post). Though I have no idea if I will get it done during that time or not. That is why as a little thank you and appreciation, I decided to post a little sneak peak of what I want / will incorporate into that fanfic...

Tho honestly I love all the rebogs and comments on the original prompt post and highly recommend for others to check it out too and would love to see more even based on these sneak peaks! :D

Original Prompt

Anyway on to the sneak peak!

Waking up disoriented was one thing but waking up to a mirror image of what you looked like at six years old in old family photos was highly alarming. Danny's eyes snapped open the moment the blurry image before him cleared. At the same time the kid next to him also woke up, eyes snapping open and a scowl decorating their face once the other boy took notice of him.

"What the fuck kind of situation did you get us in this time?"

"I did nothing!" Danny relled at how squeaky his voice sounded, one hand flying up to his throat.

"Well then how do you explain the fact that you are six years old twerp!"

There was only one person that continuously called Danny twerp just to annoy him, so the six years old before him was Dan. Wait… did Dan just say Danny was six years old? He looked down at himself and noticed how small his hands were, wide eyed he looked back up at Dan who was still scowling at him.

"But… you are six years old…" Well that got Dan to look down at himself and the other bleached when he looked at his own hands. "What the fuck…"

Okay so whatever mess they got in, they apparently were now stuck in six years old bodies that looked near the same as what Danny must have looked at that age. Near the same, because aside from photos his mom had hung up at home he couldn't be too sure.

They both looked around to get a feel for their surroundings. Only now noticing that they were in a snowy park, there were some high buildings surrounding the park but the falling snow was making it hard to discern them. Danny and Dan also noticed that they had woken up in a pile of snow and were in fact not feeling cold at all.

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"Hey, Twerp. Look at the mirror." Dan suddenly said and Danny turned around to stare at his body double confused. "What?"

"Just turn around and look at the mirror." The other only said again, still confused Danny did as told and nearly screamed. Staring at his mirror image, eyes wide and mouth open in shock, Danny couldn't believe what he was seeing. He looked over at Dan, silently asking if he was seeing the same thing he did. Dan only nodded, removing his own shirt and seeing something similar painted all over his own six-year-old body.

"I don't remember having scars like that at the age of six." He grimly muttered, one finger tracing a long scar running from his right shoulder to his left side and disappearing below his trousers.

"Me neither…" Danny whispered, still in shock as his eyes roamed around his mirror image taking in all the scars their clothes had previously hidden. They didn't look faded but they didn't hurt either when they moved, wounds healed to the point that they wouldn't bother them but still look like fresh scars.

There was one thing both their bodies had in common. Danny carefully touched his right shoulder with his finger tips while Dan eyed his own left shoulder. Both had the same symbol tattooed onto their skin, while neither had any experiences with tattoos, they both could tell that it wasn't a professional one by the way the inked skin looked scared and most likely was only done to brand their bodies.

Danny felt a mixture of sadness, frustration and anger run through him the longer he stared at the scars and the branding.

"These aren't our original bodies, twerp." Danny could only numbly nod at his different future self's words, wondering if the other was feeling the same he did about their bodies. "Whatever the bastard Clockwork did or wants us to do, it involved us waking up in entirely different bodies. Remember these shitty novels Ellie was getting into?"

"Don't call them shitty! There are some pretty good ones too!" Dan raised an eyebrow and Danny just huffed crossing his arms.

"My point is. She was reading about transmigration stories and it looks like the bastard threw us right into one of them."

"That would explain why our powers are wonky, they are not used to the body we are in. But why…"

A knock on the bathroom door resounded in the room and both boys stiffened and tensed, eyes wide as they stared at the door. "Are you two boys okay in there?"

The door knob jiggled and Danny dived for his discarded shirt as Dan's eyes narrowed. Thank the ancients, but not that fucker clockwork, Dan had remembered to lock the door beforehand.

"Fuck off!" He growled out to which Danny gave him a disapproving stare, before shouting back: "We are fine. We will be out in a bit."

"If you say so." Bruce sounded like he wasn't believing them but did not attempt to open the door again. Dan grumbled and listened for footsteps that sounded like they were leaving. Once sure the man was no longer standing by the door he turned to Danny still grim.

"Listen, we can talk about what the fuck is going once we get away from these fruitloops. Till then we will have to watch what we talk about twerp." Looking a lot more serious than earlier Danny nodded in understanding.

"The ghost zone is connected to a lot if not all dimensions, once we get our powers under control we can find out what happened to the original owners of these bodies and return to our home. I should still be able to open a portal even if this is not my body, there is enough ambient ectoplasm to supplement what I am missing."

Dan nodded, they had a plan and the first step was to get away from the billionaire fruitloop family they were dropped off with.

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Clockwork merely chuckled at the children's baffled looks. "One thing about being the Ancient of Time of all Dimensions is and please let me put it into your more modern speech: If you mess with time, sooner or later, you will end up on my shit-list and your dimension has enough people that mess with time that I am surprised it did not implode yet."

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"Didn't I say it before. Those that mess with time will end up on my shit-list. That also includes you my king. These boys were my best alternative."

[v3nusxsky]

hi!! Can I request lady lesso falling for a sweet and very shy professor and trying to win her over? Maybe they have some funny incident happen in a process? Just something fluffy and silly. Hope you have a great day/night!

Hey lovely I gave this my best shot and I hope you enjoy and have a lovely day/night <3

Unexpected love| fluff

*Authors note~ I have so many requests pending at the moment. I will get them done I promise also tumblr Is v3nusxsky as well lovely's *

Trigger warning~ none?

Prompt ~see the ask^^

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You knew you had a crush on the great Dean of evil. But you knew your "Ever" ways would not work at all. After all she found them to be pointless and rather over the top. So you had take time to think outside of the box. Maybe that's why you had taken so long to act on your feelings. The fear of being rejected by the women was overwhelming for you, yet the desire you had to put your feelings out in the open was equally overwhelming.

You decided to start small, testing the waters and actively watching her responses. Small little gestures such as holding the door open for her, letting her in front of you in the food hall and even standing up for her ideas in meetings. You knew she didn't need you to do so, but you genuinely agreed with her contributions and knew just how much the other "good" professors would dismiss her just for being "evil."  With these small gestures, your confidence began to grow and you became bolder with every attempt of showing your true feelings. Yet you still managed to not gain her attention.

Little do you know Lesso adored the little gestures of affection but passed them off as being kind. After all you were a little Ever, being nauseatingly kind was your thing. Maybe it was because she didn't believe that she could love or be loved. Evil doesn't love. In fact they we're incapable of it. Yet with each gesture you bestowed on her caused her heart to flutter and swell slightly. Yet she continued to brush it off as you being overly kind. That's how you knew you had to up your game.

The latest plan would be to sneak into her office, very un Ever like which you knew she would appreciate, you decided to fill it with things you knew the older women enjoyed. You toned down what would be considered to be over the top and made sure it all suited the dean. A lot of thought and planning had come into this thought. To the point you even decided to write a note. You left the note outside her class room knowing her classes wouldn't finish for another hour. That should be plenty of time to set this up and then hide out of the way.

Unfortunately for you Lesso decided to let her lesson out early today, a rare occurrence, in fact so rare you hadn't planned for it at all. Finding your note was a shock but it had her instantly heading towards her office. Who would be stupid enough to mess with her personal space? Let alone be bold enough to write a letter informing her of such. It couldn't be a Never, they were much to afraid of a night in the Doom room to even think of it. She had the fleeting thought that maybe just maybe you could be up to something, but what would you be doing?

You were adding the finishing touches to the room, some small yet meaningful gifts spread around the room, little notes based off your feelings for the women hidden around the room, black helium balloons hung from the roof. To each you had tied a note or picture depicting some of your favourite times with the Dean. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of you on a step ladder desperately rearranging the balloons to look how you desired. A cough caught your attention causing you to lose your balance and end up falling backward. Where you we're expecting to meet the cold hard floor, you met strong capable arms.

A chuckle left the older women as a blush adorned your cheeks. "L-lesso?" You mumbled feeling the embarrassment of falling but also being caught in the act. She let out a hum before standing you back upright unsure how long you had been in her arms. "So my little dove what's all this" she murmured observing your flustered behaviour and gesturing to the newly decorated room. Your mouth opened and closed without any sound coming out. This was not how you planned this to go. But you had been caught in the act so hiding wasn't an option.

It was then that you spilled everything. Going around the room pointing out little decorative items and explaining why you had picked them out and how that related to your feelings for the women. She watched and listened intensely feeling her heart swell with emotions she had believed she was incapable of. You were nervous and that was endearing to you. The way you clasped your hands together stroking the pad of your thumb over the top of your hand in a self soothing manner. Once you had finished round the room you came to a stop by her desk and waited for what you thought was going to be rejection.

All the air left your body wen you felt soft warm lips pressed on to yours. She was kissing you? This wasn't what you thought would happen yet you happily kissed back. And you can safely say any dreams or thoughts you had of this moment did not compare to the real deal. It was a sweet kiss, her hands holding your waist pulling you towards her body. You pulled away for air and rested your foreheads together both smiling hard. "So sweet my dove how long have you been trying to tell me this love?" She cooed to you smiling when you admired it had been months. She claimed your lips once more smiling against them. "I like you too love" was whispered against your lips.  Despite being caught in the act this was the best's possible outcome you could hope for.

Word count~ 1040

[alwaysteveswife]

Fate Or Chance | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

a/n: As I said before, I was preparing a special for my birthday because, why not? I'll give you the synopsis below, I plan on it being a bit long, so I won't post it right away 💔 that and I'm doing a daily writing challenge and I have 5 pending lol. Btw, I'll upload another mini shot of Steve half Fluff soon 💕.

Since you were young you always knew that love was not your thing. It's not that you didn't want to love and be loved, but the world made it too hard for you. All the guys you tried to date were first rate jerks, and the ones you didn't were just bored with you for being so insecure when it came to dating. Yes, your love life sucked, but still, every day when you were alone, you would stare silently watching the cloying couples stroll down the street with their fingers intertwined, wishing that, someday, you might find that special someone.

Steve, on the other hand, was almost on the same level as you. After years of trying to get over his first love, Nancy, Steve was completely overwhelmed by what it meant to be in a relationship. He was already 27 years old and couldn't even remember ever having a relationship long enough to call it that, and it had him so depressed. He couldn't help but wonder to himself if he was the problem, if this was all fate trying to make him pay for all the mistakes he made as a teenager, trying to find the "why" to something that just didn't make sense or reason.

Both of you hated fate for doing this to you, but, one day, a series of coincidences caused you to join paths in a small movie theater in the center of the city; both, incredulous young people surrendered to love, had no idea of the great change that this coincidence would have in your lives, but what you were sure of was that neither of you would regret this encounter.

Masterlist

[darkartistyt]

lore time :] (the crossover arc)

Inspired by @/citrus-soda's au, this au (name pending) started out as just a combo between two ideas I had: what if the Bracelet of Tiamat had extra powers, and what if Katrielle and Raphael interacted? Of course, because I'm me, things got out of hand quick, and now there's a whole story and stuff

I also decided it was going to be one of my pl harpy aus specifically because I didn't know how else to get the ball rolling with the bracelet nonsense. All you really need to know about the harpy aus is that at one point in the main one, Luke has a vision (he's a seer) of some distant-ish future, and one person in his vision was somehow able to look back through it, which shouldn't be possible with the way visions work in this magic system. Magic fuckery ensues, creating a bunch of issues in alternate timelines which result in them diverging so much they become separate universes

In this world, the magic fuckery in question ends up creating a bunch of random space-time rifts for a minute, and Kat and Ernest just happen to fall through one that opened up on the floor in the midst of some investigation. So now they're in France in like. 2012 or whenever this game is set

Since it's post-game, I decided that how they meet Raphael is by crossing paths with him as he goes to return the Bracelet to the Louvre (as Phantom R, ofc). It senses their presence and the magic energy they carried --- it works kinda like how scents can be carried --- and activates, wrapping tightly around Phantom R's wrist so that he can't take it off

He dips after affirming that he's okay in order to avoid any potential questions of why he was trying to sneak into the museum, and he tries that night to pry it off his wrist, but to no avail. On top of that, he ends up crossing paths with them again while on a date with Marie and Charlie, and Kat recognizes him immediately and asks how he's doing

So now he has to explain not just the fact that he couldn't get it off but also how he met these two to his partners. He also makes Kat and Ernest swear not to ever reveal his identity as Phantom R, and they oblige on the condition that he help them with their predicament

The group plan to meet up at Raphael's apartment later that afternoon, which gives Kat and Ernest plenty of time to continue snooping around and seeing if they can find anything that will help them (spoiler: they don't)

When they all meet back up, Kat explains her and Ernest's situation. Marie and Raphael brief them on the admittedly weak powers they've seen from the Bracelet and Marie's violin before, but they all agree that there may be more that they have yet to unlock, which could hopefully help the duo return home. They decide to try and strengthen those powers while also still searching for other methods of opening portals and whatnot in the meantime

Given how small Raphael's apartment is, Charlie agrees to take in the two, even though Ernest wanted to find a hotel or something so as to not burden him. He reluctantly agrees only because Kat argued that it would be a lot easier (and cheaper) to accept Charlie's offer versus go through the process of converting the money they had, especially when taking into account the fact that they were from the past, if not an alternate universe entirely. Charlie does have to explain their predicament to his father, but Inspector Vergier ends up being surprisingly willing to help

Over the next few days, Raphael unlocks stronger and stronger powers, from animal whispering and heightened senses to stuff like teleportation and the ability to breath fire like a dragon. Speaking of dragons, he begins to undergo a physical transformation over the last three days they're all together, which slowly turns him into some weird dragon-like creature. All the while, they're trying to figure out how the Bracelet's power works and trying to see if they can at some point re-open that portal that sent Kat and Ernest to their world

On the fifth day after their initial meeting, they decide to go back to the place the portal was and see if there's any remaining magic there, since at that point Raphael might be able to sense that stuff. They set out rather late into the night, and even though he's exhausted, he hides it and tries to see if he can sense anything, and he manages to pick up on something very, very faint

While they're trying to determine if anything can be done, the Bracelet suddenly starts to loosen itself from his wrist. Its eyes glow, then its body. It begins to straighten out, moving strangely organically. Then, it spirals up his arm and shoots directly into his mouth, nearly choking him

Everyone's like "WHAT THE FUCK?!" and rush to ask Raphael if he's okay, to which he says he's fine, but they can all tell he's lying. He feels dizzy, like he could faint at any moment, and his vision's starting to distort, as if the world around him was glitching out (Kat can kinda detect a distortion too, but not as strongly, meaning though a lot of the Bracelet's magic fuckery was internal, it was strong enough to spill out into the outside world too). Before he knows it, he passes out

Marie, being the closest to him physically, is the first to check and make sure he's not a) dead or b) feverish, both of which thankfully end up being false. So she carries him home, the other three trailing behind her. They discuss what to do now and end up planning to meet up early in the morning, before Raphael wakes up, to at least make sure he's okay. Charlie also insists that if they need anything to call him --- that he'll have his phone on and nearby

The next morning is when the transformation is complete (which is what my first sketch was about). He has, in a way, fused with the Bracelet, and is now able to utilize its full power. It' starts raining as they're messing around's a rainy day, which works in their favor as there are not that many people out and about. They decide to head out and try to reopen the portal. But no matter how hard they try, and no matter what Raphael tries to do, it doesn't work. Eventually, Charlie asks if, instead of opening a portal, they try teleporting to their world instead, since the leftover magic is still there and Raphael is able to teleport, at least. They try that, and it works after a bit, but it leaves him completely drained

find themselves in some random part of town in the middle of the night. After a bit of wandering around, Kat and Ernest are finally able to recognize where they are, and they head towards the Detective Agency, letting the others crash there for the night. Given the fact that it was closer to midday in the Rhythm Thief world, no one (spare Raphael) is super tired, so they stay up for a bit trying to figure out how much time has elapsed in this world

They form a plan: Kat and Ernest will go to whoever they need to to show that they're safe and no longer missing, then Kat will go to Luke and/or Hershel (whoever she meets first) for help with the whole "Raphael's now a dragon" thing and in sending the quartet back home

The two set out kinda early the next morning, leaving the others to explain everything to Raphael (who fell asleep halfway through their conversation). They return with Hershel, who, after introductions and all that, agrees to help. Given that there isn't anything that Raphael wears all the time for her to enchant, he ends up manifesting a small armband which is enchanted to keep him in a continuous shapeshifting state and to help him control his powers better. Marie asks if they need to find where they arrived again, but he says there's no need and tells them he can transport them back home whenever they're ready

They give their thanks and say their goodbyes, and Hershel brings them back to their world, staying with them for a little while so that he can make sure his magic would be stable here (it is, so Raphael shouldn't have any issues with the armband in the future)

[thessalian]

Thess vs IT Bullshit

I'm really hoping that today was the result of the universe getting my usual "Thursdays Are Bullshit" thing done a little early this week because of how important tomorrow actually is for me. I could accept that if it means that I get a smooth, hassle-free booking of my autograph slots at MCM tomorrow afternoon...

So today, apparently we added a new hospital to our dictation software, and everything was fucked. Here are just a few of the bits of bullshit I encountered over the course of the day, on top of the scam call that woke me up earlier than I wanted to be after an already fitful sleep:

First off - couldn't drag a chunk of typing into my own personal folder. Every time I did, it magically vanished and reappeared in the main queue. So I had to basically just type whatever was at the top of the queue every time. Which ... well, you know what Temp's like. (Thank the gods for Milady, is all I'll say.) Of course, the problem there is what happens when we're all trying to grab the bit of typing at the top of the queue at the same time (the word you are looking for to describe that is "clusterfuck").

When I was trying to figure out where the typing I'd pulled into my personal folder had vanished off to, I checked the archives. Happened to notice a few things in there that hadn't been typed. So when I flagged that up in the growing email chain about the mess the addition of the new hospital to our dictation software caused, the IT guy pulled everything labelled as "Transcription Pending" out of the archive and back into the main queue. Suddenly the queue is 300-odd dictations long, so basically doubled.

I then proceeded to notice that when we finish typing the dictation and click "Finished" ... the software doesn't switch it to "Transcription Completed". It just sits there in the archives as "Transcription Pending". So most of the ones that the IT guy put back into the main queue had already been typed, so it was a matter of digging out which ones had and which ones hadn't been typed, which as you can imagine was a fucking nightmare. (Scruffman then turned to IT Guy and went, "That was a really bad call because you have stressed out all the secretaries; next time, just stick them in my queue and I'll sort out which have been typed and which haven't". I have no idea if they're going to solve the fact that transcriptions aren't marked as finished when they're ... you know, finished.

Also it turns out that the reason there were untyped reports in the archives is because some genius decided that a copy of a piece of dictation should go into the archives before it's been typed. This is counterintuitive as fuck to me, but hey. Also we don't each have individual archive folders anymore, which makes it even harder to find something we maybe hit "Finish" on by mistake. (It can be easy to do - the button for "Finish" is at the top of the foot pedal, right over the spot you press for "Play", so...)

Then I ended up doing a lot of the typing for the new junior doctors, because of course I did - they were the long ones. One guy had messed up his microphone connection and was halfway across the room from the built-in microphone in his monitor so I had to try to type up things he was saying from halfway across the room when something very near the microphone was making this ... not loud, exactly, but heavy *THOOMP THOOMP THOOMP* noise that I could actually feel through my in-ear headphones (great for someone with chronic migraine, right?). I think it was music because it sounded like a rave with the treble turned down all the way. Anyway, he also cut out a significant chunk of the block key by mistake and I had to dig up contact details for this guy when I only had a first initial and a fairly common last name to go on. Thankfully, I got it right first try, but it was more bullshit I did not need.

Another junior doctor produced a twelve-minute long monstrosity but it was actually only maybe half that, because the junior doctor kept recording through the general faff he was doing with the specimen. This on top of rewriting half the actual report in the middle of and immediately after finishing the block key.

He was not the only one to keep recording when unnecessary, by the way. At least the other one only left it for three minutes instead of, like, six.

All I wanted to do with today was throw together some tuna broccoli pasta, have a nice meal, and indulge in some more Baldur's Gate 3 as a way of distracting from the vibrating anxiety I am feeling over having to book eight autograph slots that are going to be fought over like starving dogs fight over scraps. (Effectively I'm going to be hovering over that site at five minutes to three in anticipation of the autograph slots going on sale, and if work doesn't like it, work can suck it; I'm allowed breaks.) However, now the migraine is growing to epic proportions and the stress is causing a fibro flare and both are giving me vertigo and I can't tell whether the nausea and the dizzy is the vertigo or the fact that I haven't eaten much of anything today.

...What, you think I had time for lunch in all this? I took some breaks, sure, but none long enough to stuff a sandwich into my face. I had two cups of coffee and a nectarine.

So basically ... underslept and tired, stressed and aggravated, nauseous and pain-wracked, probably hungry but not really sure, and in no mood to do anything but whimper, really.

......I guess that's one way to distract from autograph booking anxiety...

[songsofadelaide]

cw/tw: sickfic, fluff, reader has she/her pronouns, gojo being a little silly. wc: 666

"She's down with a fever, so don't get any ideas, Gojo."

"Wh— You talk as if I'm going to do something nefarious to her, Shoko!"

"Nefarious, no, but idiotic, probably. Do all of us a favour and steer clear of her in the meantime. We don't want others catching this bug."

They say fever dreams are usually unpleasant, but why was this some kind of replay of one of your favourite high school memories instead? Favourite except for the fact that you were sick. 

"Y'know I've never really actually gotten sick before because of my infinity and all…"

A cool hand is pressed to your burning forehead, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as you come into contact with it. 

"Yikes, she's actually burning up!" 

"That's why I told you to stay away. If you or anyone else catches this, I am going to lock you all in the morgue for all I care."

"You'd do that to her?!"

"Not her, of course!"

Getting sick is probably one of the worst things that could ever happen to you. Some days, you can't seem to sweep your condition under the rug, no matter how hard you try to be normal about it. A cold was starkly different from being cursed and it was such a normal thing that Shoko had no other choice but to treat it normally— by telling you to drink your meds and get some rest. 

Nanami said he'd handle your pending mission, so rest you did. 

There was nothing at all restful about having to stay on campus, though, with Shoko saying she could keep a better eye on your condition there. You felt like the walls and the halls already knew so much. The happiness of your youth, the sadness and anguish of having friends perish before your very eyes, and the bittersweetness of your first love. 

"Pain, pain, go away…"

Your first love that seemed to stalk the halls of the magic college, for some reason. 

"Come again another day…"

The humming sounded far too real now to be a dream, even more so when the same cool touch was pressed to your forehead again. "Ah…"

"It's okay, you can sleep some more."

In fear you may be in delirium, you opened your eyes and found Satoru seated right by your bedside, a wet towel and a basin of water right next to him. "Satoru?…"

"Sorry. Did I wake ya?" He asked, though you couldn't get a read on his expression with that ridiculous blindfold over his eyes. "Heard from Shoko that you were sick, so…"

"Didn't she tell you not to come over?" You said with a sigh. 

"No need to be so worried about me. I've never really actually gotten sick before because of my infinity."

"I know, I know. You've always been too invincible."

He brushed his cold knuckles over your forehead once more, finally drawing out a tired smile from you. "Do you want me to grab you some ice water or something?"

"No, I'm good…" You told him, gently holding him back from moving away from you. When he realised what you meant, he placed his hand over your forehead again. "You're like a popsicle."

It was his turn to chuckle this time. "Ramune flavour?"

"Exactly."

Satoru slightly moved to reach for your hand, clammy as it was, his cold fingers curling around your warmer ones, and somehow, you can't really tell if all of this is real. 

"Satoru…"

"Yeah, sweets?"

"Can you pinch my hand or something? I feel like I'm in high school again and I'm dreaming all of this up. After all, I like you so much that I might even be hallucinating."

He squeezed your hand with just enough force as if asking, is it real enough yet?

"…Real," you sighed and nodded to yourself. "Sorry…"

"Whatever are you apologising for?" He grinned at you. "You think I don't like hearing about how much you like me, even from before?"

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Morning Routine Pt.2 (Jung Wooyoung) Rated

Part One

Pairing: Videographer! Wooyoung × Camgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff.

Summary: Loving his new job as the videographer for a camgirl, Wooyoung has no idea about the new project she has in mind for her channel.

Word Count: 4.3+K

Warnings: Non-established relationship, p*rn filming, use of sex toys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, handjob, p*rn viewing, unprotected shower sex (always use protection), slight degradation, multiple orgasm (female) these horny mfs can't keep their hands off each other, Y/N has a thing for Wooyoung's arms (who doesn't?)

Taglist: @seacottons @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers @galaxteez @multidreams-and-desires @brie02 @deja-vux @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @nanamarkie @mingismoon @ateezbabysitters

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Wooyoung threw his head back, eyes shut as his mouth uttered out some rather loud and harsh grunts. Tiny sweat beads formed along his hairline, his forehead creasing slightly as he fully immersed himself on stroking his hard length. His head was filled with images of the previous night with his new housemate, images of her dressed in the most alluring black playboy bunny outfit bodysuit, completed with ears, collar, cuffs and everything else. It was like a dream come true, watching her look extremely pretty as she played around with her pussy in front of him as he filmed her. To continue the bunny theme, she had taken out her pink rabbit vibrator, making sure to tease him, and her viewers later, by licking the longer part of the device, covering it in her spit before inserting it inside her tight little hole. Wooyoung would never get the picture out of his head as he witnessed her overstimulating herself over and over until she had tears brimming down her cheeks.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-" She gasped violently as tiny spurts of her orgasm squirted out, staining the carpet underneath her. Wooyoung didn't even know that she was capable of squirting like that, but it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen before his eyes.

"Holy shit."

Just remembering that image had him holding himself up on the vanity counter with his free hand, the other furiously pumping his shaft with intensity as his white semen started to pour out of him and spill onto the floor. He panted heavily as he came down from his high, chest heaving up before lowering back down. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he grabbed a couple of tissues and proceeded to clean up the mess he had made, discarding the waste into the basket underneath the vanity. Pulling his pants back up and throwing on his black sweater, he looked at his reflection in the mirror one last time, only needing to fix the part on his growing black hair. Satisfied with how he looked, he came out of the bathroom and picked up his bag that he had laid out on his bed, books and materials ready for the day.

Stepping out of his room, he had to do a step back when a certain feline scared him by her mere presence outside his door, meowing loudly at him, almost like a whine.

"Oh god, don't scare me like that Baby." Smiling he stooped down to try and pet her head, but in her usual fashion, she hissed at him before scurrying off. Wooyoung let out a sigh and shook his head.

"One week after moving here and she still treats me so coldly." He didn't understand what was up with that cat, seemingly warming up to him only to revert back to her aggresive behavior.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, his face broke out into a smile as the object of his deepest fantasies and affection was currently standing in front of the sink again, finishing up her task of drying the dishes she had just meticulously washed, wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts and cotton underwear. Coming up behind her, his hands cupped at her waist as his lips pressed themselves against her cheek.

"Took you a while to come out." She chuckled softly, knowing exactly what he had been doing in the bathroom.

"Morning to you too beautiful." He greeted her, lips pulling away only to dive into the side of her neck.

"Woo, you're going to be late for school." She reminded him yet made no effort to push him off her, enjoying the way his hands caressed her hips too much.

"No I'm not, I still got plenty of time."

Turning her around, he wasted no time in connecting their lips together, parting and closing them over hers in a fervent and needy way. Y/N couldn't suppress a moan when one of his hands dropped in between her thighs and caressed its way up. His palm started to rub her clothed heat, paying close attention to the wet spot starting to form at the bottom of them. Y/N gasped into Wooyoung's mouth when he suddenly slipped his hand inside her panties, fingers immediately working on her clit.

"Wooyoung please.." She whimpered, hands clutching onto his arms. Even through the fabric of his thick sweater, she could still feel the muscles of his strong biceps and that turned her on even more. Her hands grazed across his arms, and Wooyoung chuckled lowly as he knew what she was doing.

"Love my arms babygirl? Yes you do, especially when they're manhandling you down on the bed."

It was a good thing his arms were holding her up because she nearly fell to the floor as her mind recalled all the times she had been pinned down to her bed or to wall by Wooyoung's biceps. It was a borderline fetish now and she was not ashamed of it. Y/N began whining as Wooyoung's fingers continued playing with her little nub.

"Woo..." Her breath hitched, a sign she was about to cum, body growing hotter by the second.....

Until a disgruntled cat broke the two apart, pouncing on Wooyoung from behind as her claws dug into his thighs as they usually tended to do.

"Oh my god Baby would you kindly fuck off?!" Wooyoung exclaimed as he backed away from his lover in pain as he tried to get the Persian cat off his body.

Y/N immediately went over and grabbed her, her master's touch making her calm down and retract her claws enough to pry her off Wooyoung. The poor boy was rubbing on the attacked spot, face grimacing at the dull pain. Looking back, he narrowed his eyes at the cat, who likewise had her pupils turning into slits when she noticed him glaring.

"God dammit, can't even play with my favorite pussy because that demon pussycat wants to be a cockblocker."

As if understanding him, the cat hissed at him once more, body trying to jump out of Y/N's arms and no doubt lunge at the man in front of her.

"Ok ok that's enough. I think you need some catnip to help calm you down." Y/N kissed the top of her pet's head, trying hard to appease her.

"And you should probably start heading to school. Don't waste anymore time."

Wooyoung grabbed his bag again and slumped it over his shoulder.

"Fine, only cause you ask me to."

He came up to try and kiss her goodbye, but when the feline got agitated once more, he decided against it.

"Ok I'll see you later." Wooyoung waved at her.

"Don't forget, we're filming something else later tonight as well." Y/N smirked, petting the top of her cat's head in a comically fashion.

"Oh please, do tell me what my favorite porn star is planning." His teeth tugged at his bottom lip as he stared her up and down.

Holding a finger up to her lips, Y/N giggled.

"It's a surprise and you get to find out when you come back."

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With eyes glued to the screen, Wooyoung continued to edit the video in front of him. He had been so immersed in his other endeavors with Y/N that he had nearly abandoned his other pending projects he needed to turn in. Luckily for him, it was rather easy since they weren't that difficult. The hard part was trying to ignore his classmates that were sitting and hovering around the computer next to him, giggling and snorting amongst themselves.

"Honestly, where's that mean, grouchy librarian when you need her to shut some idiots up?" Wooyoung thought to himself, twirling the pencil that was currently held between his index and middle finger.

Judging by the tiny crowd next to him and the weird moans faintly coming out of the speaker, he knew for sure that they were definitely not watching something family friendly.

"Typical." He mused to himself, humming out a little tune in hopes of drowning out their incessant and lewd chatter.

"Ok but guys, I need to introduce you all to this really hot camgirl I recently found. You won't believe it." One of the older guys named Seonghwa lightly pushed his way in the middle, fingers delicately typing away at the keys in front of him. Scrolling down for a while, he found what he was looking for and promptly clicked on it.

"This was her most recent one. Literally uploaded last night."

Although the volume was turned significantly low so that nobody suspected anything, Wooyoung's ears perked up as they distinguished an extremely familiar voice whispering obscene and dirty phrases towards her audience, ones that had been repeated over and over in his head for a while. Slightly pushing his chair away from the table, Wooyoung leaned back and tilted his head as unsuspecting as he possibly could to look over and get a glimpse of what his classmates were looking at. Just as he suspected, on the screen was none other than his beloved roommate in the attire she had worn the previous night. His face blushed slightly and he quickly looked away, afraid of getting caught looking over at their direction.

"Damn she's smoking hot." A classmate his age, Mingi spoke up.

"You know I'm more of a cat person, but fuck. I'd let that bunny hop herself on my lap and rut her sweet little ass on my cock."

Wooyoung's thumb pressed hard against the pencil he was holding, a tiny vein popping out of his neck that showed his displeasure at hearing such things being said about his fuck buddy.

"Keep dreaming Choi San." Wooyoung muttered under his breath in a passive aggressive tone.

"Ok but seriously, who's the bastard that gets to film her videos?" Mingi asked, a hand coming up to push up the glasses that were falling low on his nose bridge.

"Whoever he is, he's seriously one lucky guy." Seonghwa stated with a gloomy look.

"Yeah. Probably gets to jerk himself right in front of her as he's filming no doubt." San huffed, voice clearly laced with envy.

Wooyoung tried but failed in keeping a straight face, a smug grin appearing on his lips as he continued his task at hand.

"No but I get her to help me out after each session." He seriously wanted to say that out loud, but he contented himself with that knowledge that was a secret between him, Y/N and her cute yet menacing cat.

"Fuck it, I'm subscribing to her channel. Do you know when her next video will be up?" San whipped out his phone, tapping away at the keyboard as he looked up Y/N's camgirl profile on the website.

"I don't know but she's been a lot more active recently, posting a lot more content than before." Seonghwa answered.

"Great, cause I can't wait for her next project."

Wooyoung laughed inside himself when he heard San say that

"Trust me, neither can I...."

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With the camera held in his hands and the all too familiar throbbing inside his pants, Wooyoung kept his gaze locked on Y/N as she was spread across her bed. If he thought she looked stunning the night before, it was nothing compared to what she had on at the moment. Her body was exceptional beautiful in the glittering body chain lingerie consisting of a silver rhinestone bra that had a connecting waist belt with metallic tassels dangling from the ends. To top it all off, not only was her makeup more extravagant than the ordinary, but she had even gone as far as applying sparkling highlighter on some parts of her body like her shoulders, collarbone and the top of her breasts. She truly looked like an ethereal queen, one that many people would love to get a glimpse of up close and personal.

Y/N was a mess of stuttering gasps and whiny moans as she continued bouncing herself on the 8" dildo in between her thighs. She often open her eyes and look at the camera with a hazy look while adding a few comments that were bound to rile her viewers even further.

"I'm so close. I'm gonna cum...." She exhaled deeply, teeth biting harshly down at her lip.

"Are you gonna cum with me?"

Wooyoung felt like he very well could cum untouched just by the sheer sight of her. The dildo was lodged so deep inside of her, one could see it bulge out of her lower abdomen. She herself knew it as well as her hand brushed along the outline of it.

"Your cock feels so good inside me, I don't think I can hold off any longer."

With hands firmly pressed on the mattress to hold her up, she fucked herself so roughly down onto the sex toy, her cries becoming more loud and staggered.

"Oh fuck! Cum with me! Please cum inside this pussy of mine." She pleaded.

She collapsed on the bed after reaching an intense high, her mouth agape as she took in deep breaths to calm her heated body. Reaching down, she pulled out the dildo, a thin clear line of arousal coming out as well. Holding it up, she waved it in front of the camera, knowing fully well Wooyoung had zoomed in close to her face.

"Until next time my darlings." She giggled and gave an expert wink at the lenses in front of her.

"And cut."

As soon as he said those words, Y/N sat up and took hold of Wooyoung's arm rather sharply, pulling him so he could follow her into her bathroom.

"Whoah, still got energy left after that show princess?" He snorted when she closed the door behind them.

Huffing softly, she took the camera out of his hands and carefully placed it on the vanity counter.

"I'm sticky, sweaty and in need of a shower." Within giving any other explanation, she began unzipping Wooyoung's pants and sliding then down his legs.

"And I'm here because....?" Although he knew very well why she dragged him with her, he still loved feigning like he didn't know what she was up to.

"Because showers are a lot more fun when you have company." Looking up at him, she smiled and tapped on the bottom of his shirt, a signal for him to remove it, which he of course did.

After a pile of clothes was accumulated neatly and tossed in a corner, the two individuals stepped inside the glass surrounded shower. Turning it on to a cool temperature, both of them emitted soft sighs at the feeling of the refreshing water pouring down their bodies. Taking hold of her pink and soft sponge, Wooyoung took it upon himself to clean her body of the sparkling residue left from the makeup. Making sure to create as much lather as possible, he began to gently swipe the sponge across her body with slow and gentle movements, being careful with her skin lest he accidentally scrubbed too hard. Y/N would never admit it out loud, but she loved having intimate moments like this with him. Taking showers together just because, without needing anything to happen between them. Cooking together, which she ended up finding out Wooyoung was an above average cook, which added to his fatal charms that had her melting for him. Or just cuddling together on the couch as a movie played, more often than not ending with one of them on the floor after they decided to start play wrestling amongst themselves, both of them in fits of giggles afterwards.

After making sure to cover her body with the floral scented soap, Wooyoung stepped back and moved her so the majority of the shower head was aimed at her, rinsing off the foam around her body. Watching it trail off her figure and down the drain, he let out a satisfied smile at his work.

"All better?"

Instead of answering, Y/N came up to him and rested her head on his chest, eyes closing as her hands took hold of his arms to wrap them around her. Getting the hint, Wooyoung held her body against his, fingers lightly running themselves down her back in soothing strokes. Reaching up, her hands came up to rest against the muscles on his upper arms, fingers tapping against his skin every now and then. Wooyoung couldn't help but laugh softly when he felt her grip tighten around them.

"What exactly is it about my arms that makes you horny over them?" He questioned her.

Frowning slightly, Y/N pulled away to look at him.

"I do not get horny over your arms, excuse me." She defended herself against what she considered to be slanderous talk.

Quirking an eyebrow up, Wooyoung let out a scoff.

"Oh really? Then tell me everytime I wear a sleeveless shirt, you're practically drooling and keep your eyes off them?"

It was a good thing there was water splashing all over them or else Y/N wouldn't have been able to camouflage the subtle blush that appeared on her cheeks.

"I do not." She interjected.

Shaking his head in a teasing fashion, Wooyoung leaned in and pecked her lips.

"Beg your pardon miss, but I've seen the way you eye them, especially during my workouts."

Making sure to flex his muscles, Wooyoung gripped her tighter against his body, pressing her unbelievably close as his arms encapsulated most of her body, leaving her slightly out of breath from the tight squeeze he gave her.

"Is it cause you like having me smother you in an embrace with them?"

Wanting to play around with her even more, he suddenly pressed her back against the tile wall, arms coming down to place themselves at the back of her thighs.

"Or cause you like it when I man handle you like this?"

Y/N groaned when she felt Wooyoung's mouth start pressing kisses along her jaw and neck, tilting it back so he could have more space to work with. He chuckled when he felt her breath hitch.

"You're so easy to rile up beautiful." He pointed out in a cocky manner.

Not wanting to let him get away with his behavior, Y/N slid a hand down his chest before taking hold of his dick, making it spring back to life and get hard once more after forgetting how aroused it was when the cold water splashed onto it. She made sure to pump it vigorously, causing Wooyoung to pull back and moan loudly at her ministrations.

"I could say the same about you handsome. Just one brush of my hand against your thighs and your little friend comes up to greet me."

Closing her lips over his, any sound about to escape was muffled by her tongue which slid its way inside his mouth, massaging itself against his own wet muscle. As one hand continued stroking along his shaft, her other hand came down to cup underneath and fondle his balls. That action further fed his aching need to bury himself inside her wetness.

"Getting a little hot my love? Bothered? I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand." Knowing exactly what she was doing, she squeezed his balls rather hard as her thumb circled around his tip. That and the fact she bit down at Wooyoung's bottom lip was enough to make him lose control of his senses. He could no longer hold back after hours of having her tease him.

Prying her hands off him, he placed one hand on the back of her thigh and wrapped her leg up around his waist, allowing him to slide his length rather easily past her folds to rest inside her heat. Pressing her back against the wall once more, Wooyoung dropped his other hand down to her other thigh.

"Hold onto my arms." He whispered against her ear, a command she didn't need to be told twice as her hands placed themselves on his biceps. Hoisting her other leg around his waist, Wooyoung didn't wait any longer and immediately began slamming his hips into her. Having been sexually frustrated since their interruption that morning, both of them basked in the enjoyment of having their lower bodies connect again.

"Oh fuck- you're still tight even after fucking yourself wide open with that dildo?"

Y/N's hands clung tighter to his arms, nails nearly digging into his skin. Her wails were only half heard due to the pounding of Wooyoung's cock that had her back hitting against the wall behind her, cutting off her sounds midway. The way he gripped at her thighs was so strong that she had no doubt about having purple bruises on those spots for days to come, but she didn't care. Her mind was too focused on the overwhelming feeling of his cock inside her, cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

"You like me fucking you like this baby? Cock deep inside this little pussy of yours?" He taunted her as his timed thrusts continued to impale her tight core, slick and warm walls tightening around his hard shaft.

"Yes! Fuck me just like you are doing!" She exclaimed, eyes looking down to watch as his cock drove out of her only to ram itself back in. At this point she was becoming light headed, feeling intoxicated by the tension building in her body, ready to snap at any moment.

"Fuck! You're gonna make me cum!" She whimpered as she clawed into his arm muscles, making Wooyoung hiss.

"Then fucking cum like the slut you are." He growled against her ear.

With a piercing shriek, her walls tightened unbearably against his length, pulsating as she came hard all over him. Even during the peak of her climax, Wooyoung maintained his pace and harsh pounding, not giving her an ounce of pity to diminish the euphoric sensation overtaking her. Pulling out of her and safely bringing her back down, Wooyoung tilted her chin up so she could look into his lust filled face.

"If you think we're done, you're wrong baby. I'm not quite done with you yet."

Swinging her body to the left, Wooyoung pressed her body up against the clear glass window that covered the shower. Taking hold of her hips, Wooyoung's cock lodged itself inside her warm walls once more, the sound of smacking skin bouncing against the walls. Y/N placed her palms against the clear glass to keep her steady as his hungry cock fucked her in a furious rhythm. She could barely keep her eyes open as she was overly sensitive from not only her previous orgasm but from having played with herself rather intensely during their filming session.

"Fuck- your cock feels amazing." She moaned out in a low and airy tone.

"Yeah? Is it better than all those toys you fuck yourself with?" Wooyoung cooed against her ear.

"God yes! Way better. Wooyoung you fuck me so good." She responded, her wailing becoming higher in pitch as another build up began to rise up in her.

"So good that you'll cum for me a second time? Will you?" Y/N knew that wasn't a request, it was an order, an order that her body couldn't resist fulfilling, especially when the angle his hips hit against her ass had the head of his cock brushing against her g-spot continuously.

"Cum on me one more time beautiful. Let me feel you again."

Falling under the spell of his command, Y/N let out sputters of his name as her legs trembled under her, threatening to give out on holding her up had Wooyoung not had his hands keeping her upright as he kept pushing his cock into her from behind. It wasn't long before he himself felt himself being tipped over the edge.

"Shit! Oh shit!"

With a few more pops of his hips, he was done, spurt after spurt of cum filling her pussy up until it started running down her legs, getting swallowed up and washed away along with the rest of the water pouring out from above them. They both stayed still for a couple seconds, each one trying to catch their breath and steady their heartbeats. Resting his forehead atop of her shoulder, Wooyoung's raspy breaths were the only things she could hear.

"Fuck Y/N....." She let out an involuntary smile when he whispered that, his labored breathing telling her he enjoyed that quite a lot.

Withdrawing himself from between her legs, Wooyoung's dick softening after finally being able to find release in Y/N's body. Making sure to do a final rinse to clean up any leftover cum, Wooyoung turned off the water and carefully guided Y/N out the shower, knowing fully well her thighs were burning after all that.

"Easy there beautiful, don't worry I got you." He smiled ever so sweetly at her as he picked up a towel and draped it over her shoulders. Y/N let out a groan as she reclined back against the counter, exhausted from their intense love session.

"Wooyoung, could you please get me my pajamas and help me dress?" Her bottom lip poked out, voice slightly frigging after having her vocal chords nearly ripped out from all the screaming his cock had her doing.

"Of course beautiful. I'll be right back."

Booping his nose against hers, Wooyoung tied a towel around his waist before scurrying out of the bathroom in search of something comfortable for Y/N to wear. Through pained hisses, Y/N managed to turn her body so she was facing the mirror in front of her. Bending down, her face gave out a tired smile towards the camera that she had placed strategically on the counter beforehand, the tiny red light indicating it had been recording everything that happened in the shower, unbeknownst to her partner who was still in her drawers looking for her clothes. Reaching over, she stopped the film and made sure to save the file, a sly smirk on her face as her mind was already coming up with the title of her next project.

"Fucking my camera boy in the shower without him knowing...."

[allaboutthedongs]

Forbidden | Three

☆ Pairing: Jaehyun x Female reader

☆ Word count: 3.9 k

☆ Genre: Slow burn, angst, romance, fluff, eventual smut towards the end of the story.

☆ Warnings: Mentions of parents’ death.

☆ A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in a long time, but these months have been difficult for me and I didn't always have the energy or inspiration to write. Fortunately, everything started to get better a couple of weeks ago and I decided to write again, so I promise to post soon all the chapters of this and other series that are still pending. As always, let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, and feel free to leave feedback, suggestions, questions, etc.

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"Are you sure you don't have things to do and I'm taking up your time just on my whim? I can wait until Wendy has time, there's no rush."

"No," he replied, "That's fine with me, unless you don't want to go with me," he laughed.

"No, yes," I shook my head. "I mean, thanks for taking me."

"Jae likes it there, I'm sure he's more than thrilled. He can give you the tour," Wendy joked.

"And it would be a pleasure for me," he smiled and showed all the white pearls that made up his smile with those cute dimples, in which for a second, I got lost.

"Thank you," I mumbled and turned back to look at the television.

I completely turned my attention away from my best friend and her boyfriend on purpose, due to the thought that the reaction had produced on me and I started to think about it. 

Why did I find Jaehyun very attractive? Yes, of course he was, but what I really wondered was, why everything about him caused a strange feeling in me? 

I glanced sideways at the happy couple behind me and I could see Jaehyun's smile flying towards Wendy. Then I came to an easy conclusion... I was totally dazzled by him. Of course, he was the most handsome young man I had ever come across in my entire life! I laughed discreetly, lucky Wendy.

"Are you staying for dinner, babe?" she asked him, "You know, I had an idea today with Y/N, why don't the four of us go out for a day? The three of us and Johnny," she explained without waiting for her boyfriend's answer to her first question.

"No, honey, I can't stay. There's a family dinner today," she pouted. "And the four of us going out sounds great, I'll tell Johnny about it tonight."

Should I be worried? I knew Wendy was hiding deep inside of her the idea of setting me up with someone but thinking about it... How bad could it be if it was Jaehyun's brother? I'm sure he is handsome too.

"See you tomorrow, I'll come to wish you good luck before you leave," Jaehyun said to his girlfriend and kissed her forehead.

"Thank you, love."

"Y/N" I turned to look at Jaehyun again when I heard my name. "Tomorrow we have a lot of things to do, I hope you don't get tired," he smiled.

Suddenly I felt an emotion I couldn't explain, a slight excitement there, where the caged beast was. "See you tomorrow," I said and smiled at him back.

Wendy and Jaehyun went out to the door where they took more than five minutes to say goodbye. I tried not to think about it because after all, their way of saying goodbye was none of my business.

After I heard the door close, Wendy sat next to me on the couch and sighed.

"Isn't it perfect?" she asked.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"My boyfriend," she said with an air of pride.

I laughed but said nothing. Even though Wendy had asked me, I couldn't tell her what I really thought. 

Yes, he was, everything about him was perfect, but of course, my mouth couldn't let out those words in front of my friend.

"What time are you leaving tomorrow," I asked instead, trying to change the subject.

"Six o'clock."

"In the evening?"

"In the morning."

I opened my eyes wide and looked at her. "Six in the morning? And what time are you coming?"

"I don't know," she mumbled and then twisted her face. "Well, the Kangbuk Samsung Hospital is a great opportunity but a bit far away, so maybe I'll come around five in the afternoon."

"What? But if you're only going to be interviewed, what's taking you so long?"

"Because if I get accepted, they said I'll stay for training or something," she shrugged.

"I'm going to miss you," I pouted.

She laughed. "You'll miss me more if I get the job because I'll be out until eight o'clock at night." she laughed again, and this time I joined in her laughter.

"Wen, I'm tired, I'll go to bed now," I said.

"So early? But it's 8:00 pm."

"8:40 pm," I corrected her, "and yes, I'm very tired and I want to sleep."

"Okay. Good night."

I got up from the couch and walked to my room.

"Ah! don't forget that tomorrow you have to get up early," she warned me, "Jae will come before I leave and then take you to the Han River."

I stopped before entering the room. "Great," I mumbled and smiled.

I slipped into my room and tucked myself into sleep. I stared at the ceiling in total darkness and still could hear the sound of the TV coming from the living room.

I felt the excitement growing with each passing minute, tomorrow I would go to the famous Han River, a place I have wanted to visit since Wendy came to live here; but there was another reason to feed that excitement, and it was that I would spend a good time alone with Jaehyun... almost like a date, almost.

The knocking on the door woke me up and then I became aware of Wendy's voice on the other side.

"Y/N, get up now!" she shouted.

I stirred in the sheets and made no attempt to open my eyes.

"Y/N!" she banged on the door again, "Jae will be here any minute."

Jae? I opened my eyes, wide awake, and threw the sheets aside. I was out of bed in a flash and opened the door. Wendy was running from place to place looking for something.

"I thought you'd never get up," she mumbled.

"What are you looking for?" I asked.

"My bag, I could swear I left it here," she pointed to the couch.

I looked at the clock, it was twenty minutes to six a.m. How long would it take Jaehyun to get here?

"Look in your room, Wendy," I said. She looked at me and ran off to her room. Two seconds later there was a knock on the door.

"...Why do you ask me that, Y/N?" 

Oh God, I just said it out loud! 

"Y/N, please open the door," Wendy shouted from her room.

I walked lazily to the door and opened it. What I saw dazzled me completely.

"Good morning," Jaehyun smiled at me, and the caged beast jumped up and down in its little prison.

"Good morning, Jaehyun," I smiled back. "Come in."

I led the way and stared at him as he walked past me, he was wearing a black coat and dark jeans, inside the coat you could see a gray shirt. He looked like one of those models you only see on TV.

"Nice pajamas," he said, looking at my outfit. I blushed to the bone and bit my lower lip, completely embarrassed. No one, except Wendy and my parents, had ever seen me in my pajamas.

"Thanks," I murmured.

"Where's Wendy?"

"In..."

"I'm here!" She came out of her room with her bag in her hand and interrupted me.

"Hi, beautiful," he said and leaned in to kiss her.

I averted my gaze, giving them privacy and slipped into my room. Privacy... was that what I wanted to give them, or did I just want to calm the little beast inside of me who suddenly felt uncomfortable?

I quickly got dressed in nice but comfortable attire and pulled my hair into a low ponytail.

"¡Y/N! I must go," Wendy shouted from somewhere near the door. "I'll see you later, I hope you have fun," she said, "I love you, both of you!"

I left the room but not before grabbing my camera. "Good luck," I said but she had already closed the door. I looked at Jaehyun, who was standing there looking at me.

"I thought we were going to have breakfast in pajamas," he said, amused at my change of clothes.

The blush ran down my cheeks again and I lowered my head. "It's too early for breakfast,"

He laughed. "So... you want to leave now? It's not a short walk."

"Sure," I smiled and he waved me out of the apartment.

I grabbed my bag and slid it across my body, tossing my camera in there, then he opened the door and let me go first. He then slid in next to me and walked beside me, his perfume, a mixture of wood and flowers, entering my nose.

"Stairs or elevator?" he asked.

"Stairs, it's the third floor," I decided. He smiled as if he liked my choice. 

He waited for me to go ahead and then followed me closely. When we left the building, I walked to the right, very determined.

"Where are you going?" asked Jaehyun and I turned to look at him, then realized he was no longer following me but standing still and laughing.

"Well, I'm walking to the main street to take a cab or a bus," I shrugged, confused.

He laughed heartily and I didn't understand what he found so funny.

"You don't think we're going to take a cab there, do you?," he asked, "Because if we do, I don't think you'll have enough money to pay for the trip, remember it's not very close," he laughed again. "and there are no buses to the river from here, unless you take three or four."

I remained silent and frowned, "Are you making fun of me?"

The melodious laughter still coming from his throat muted and his face became serious and cautious. "No," he said.

"Then why are you laughing?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Because I thought it was a little... funny" his expression was like that of a child being scolded by his mother.

"It's not funny to me," I said, looking stern and angry.

"I'm sorry I..."

I burst into loud laughter interrupting his apology and he stared at me in surprise.

"You fell for it! You really thought I was offended," I managed to say with a chuckle.

His face left its seriousness and caution and a beautiful smile with dimples was drawn on it. "You're mean," he muttered and then laughed.

"Only sometimes," I laughed. "But seriously, what are we going to leave on?"

"In my car," he said as if it was obvious, and then pointed to the vehicle next to him. It was a black Mercedes-AMG G63. God, this guy was rich! 

"In your car..." I mumbled, "Of course, I should have imagined it," I said, feeling silly.

He smiled at me and then opened the passenger door. "Get in," he said.

I reached over and he helped me up, taking my hand.

"Thank you," I said, blushing.

"You're welcome," he smiled at me again, making the blush deepen. I was even thinking he was doing such things on purpose. I put the camera case on my lap. He climbed into his seat and started the truck's engine to put it in gear.

"Nice vehicle," I said.

"Thank you, but I like my brother's better," he laughed frankly. "Oh, now that I remember, he says he'd love to meet you."

"What?"

"Wendy's idea," he clarified.

"Oh, sure, well... in that case, great," I said.

"You'll like him, he's a very nice person," he said as he steered the car around a street.

"Are you trying to do the same as Wendy?" I asked, squinting my eyes and looking at him.

"What?" The note of confusion in his voice didn't seem fake to me.

"Find me a boyfriend,"

He laughed and turned to look at me with his beautiful eyes. "Wendy does that?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure she does," I said and folded my arms, settling back in the seat.

He laughed again. "Well, I don't do it with that intention, I swear," he smiled and stopped at a red light.

"I don't believe you," I said squinting at him.

He laughed again, amused by my judgment. "Isn't it enough that I swore?" he asked, shocked.

"Not so much," I shook my head.

We kept moving forward when the light turned green.

"Honestly, I thought that you had a boyfriend already," he said.

"What made you think that?"

"Well, I just don't see why not," he shrugged, "you're very pretty and funny."

I froze and I couldn't formulate any thought at that moment. He thought I was very pretty.

The blush ran down my cheeks again, harder than ever.

"Thank you," I mumbled.

"You believe me already?" he smiled.

"Maybe"

His laughter burst out again and he rolled his eyes. "You really are stubborn, aren't you?"

"No, just a little hard to convince."

"It's okay, it's okay. That's one thing why it didn't occur to me to set you up with my brother, another is that Johnny is in love with a mysterious girl."

"A mysterious girl?"

He nodded his head. "I know him well enough to know he's in love, the problem is he won't tell me with whom."

"We all have a right to privacy," I shrugged and he looked at me.

"Well, I guess you're right," he smiled resignedly. "I'd like to know, though."

"You're curious," 

"Very," he admitted.

He turned onto a street and drove straight ahead. I looked out the tinted window, marveling at the charm of Seoul, its buildings, its streets, everything seemed fantastic.

"How beautiful," I whispered.

"What's beautiful?" he asked and my attention returned to him.

"The city, the people, everything!"

"Yes, the first time you visit Seoul, you usually fall in love with the place."

"How long have you been living here?" I asked.

"Almost two years,"

"Two years?" I opened my eyes wide.

"Almost. Well, to tell you the truth... like a year and a half."

"Wow, why...?" I was in the middle of my questioning, remembering Wendy's words: 

"He told me that he is Korean, he was born here in Seoul but from a very young age his family moved to Connecticut, that’s why he speaks English so well, however, he came back to Korea for the same reason as me… to forget past loves, although to this day he hasn’t told me what happened to him…”

"Why, what?"

"So you lived in America, right? I think Wendy told me something about it," I said trying to evade my previous question, to erase it from the conversation or something like that. I didn't want to seem nosy.

"Yes, Connecticut," he answered. "but, why what?" he insisted again.

"Nothing, I just got the words wrong, that's all," I laughed nervously.

He looked at me with narrowed eyes, not entirely convinced, and then turned his attention to the object on my legs.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Oh, it's my camera."

"Are you a photographer?" he was amazed.

"Yes, and I love it,"

"You like art then," he concluded.

"Of course I do!"

"Me too. I like music a lot," 

"Do you play any instrument?"

"Yes, I play the piano since I was very young, I also play the guitar, a little bit and well, this is kinda a secret but, sometimes I even sing,"

"Wow! You're really talented then. I'd love to hear you someday!"

He smiled, flattered by my comment. "Thank you."

He kept on driving and every move he made gave me a rare feeling of enchantment. At that moment the answer to the question Wendy had asked me last night echoed in my head: yes, he was perfect.

After a few more minutes, his voice interrupted the silence.

"We're finally here!" he announced excited.

I looked to the left and I was astonished at what I saw.

I got out of the car as he did and felt the cold brush my arms. 

"Come on, let's go. We have to go to one of those" he nodded his head motioning for me to follow him to a ferry.

We got closer and I could see the water in the river and some other people who wanted to get on the ferry as well. I stopped just before getting on. Jaehyun looked at me.

"What is it?" he asked

"The river seems very deep..." I said fearfully.

"Are you afraid?"

"No, no, I'm ok" I lied, but I didn't want him to think I was a coward.

He laughed again. "Come, don't be afraid, these things are very safe and I'm here with you," he held out his hand for me to take, and his warm touch was something I could never refuse.

He took my hand, holding me tightly and making me feel completely safe, it was as if the childish fear from before had disappeared. I got into the ferry, and he sat next to me while the other people sat in front of us. The ferry began to move and I shuddered a little. Jaehyun looked at me and in his gaze, there was a tenderness that I had never ever seen before, that pair of eyes gave me real protection with the glow they gave off.

"Are you all right?" he asked, and his voice was filled with gentleness.

"Perfectly," I mumbled, stunned.

He smiled at me and that smile caused thousands of bubbles to float into my stomach.

I looked up, feeling more confident than I had a few seconds ago, and came upon a lilac sky, a beautiful sunrise. Then I looked to my sides, huge gleaming skyscrapers rising all along the riverside. I heard the murmur of the people in front of us, a murmur unintelligible to me since their language was different from mine but I'm pretty sure some of them were definitely talking about us.

"Do you know the the Han River is the fourth longest river on the Korean peninsula?" Jaehyun asked.

"Oh, really? I had no idea,"

"It originates from two rivers, the Namhan River and the Bukhan River and is about 514 kilometers long."

"Wow, is huge!"

"Yeah, and stretches over one kilometer at its broadest point. There're 27 bridges cross the river, connecting the north and south part of Seoul."

I smiled widely, delighted by his brilliant explanation.

"Why are you smiling?" he asked, amused.

"Because you look like one of those school teachers and make me feel like a student."

"나는 당신의 선생님이되어 기쁩니다" he laughed.

I didn't know what he had said, but whatever it was made me blush, the Korean accent embellished his melodious deep voice and made the bubbles in my stomach grow bigger.

"I'll have to learn korean," I said.

The warm breath of his laughter caressed my face, blowing away the breeze of the cold morning.

"What I said was: "I am happy to be your teacher"," he said. "and if you want, I can teach you Korean, too."

"I'd love to," my smile turned shy. Not only was Jaehyun an adonis in person, but... did he have to be so incredibly charming as well?

I grabbed the camera and snapped a couple of pictures of the sunrise, the amazing buildings I was admiring, and by accident or chance, my lens also captured the side profile of the beautiful face next to me.

When the trip ended and we stepped on dry land, my stomach roared. I remembered then that I hadn't had breakfast or anything to eat. I tied my arms around my belly and begged my stomach to be quiet.

"Are you hungry?"

I pouted at being discovered and then nodded wordlessly, completely embarrassed.

"I know a good restaurant nearby, come on," he smiled at me excitedly, or at least that's what it looked like and he made me follow him. 

I glanced at the black Mercedes and Jaehyun guessed my expression. He smiled at me again, and that smile tied a rope to my body, forcing me to follow him hypnotized. I hurried my pace and reached his side. At some point, I felt... silly, he looked like a magazine model, and I... just like an ordinary young woman, but I managed to brush off the feeling and didn't let it stop me from confidently walking next to him.

"What do you like to do, besides taking pictures, of course," he asked.

"Mmm... I like to read and paint with watercolors, I'm not an expert, but I enjoy it a lot, it's relaxing. What about you? Besides music."

"Well, I like sports, especially basketball, I also love to travel, it would be great to go all over the world," the excitement sparkled in his eyes making them look really lovely.

"Egypt," I said.

"Excuse me?"

I laughed. "Egypt is a place I'd like to go, it sounds kind of crazy but... I don't know, it's so far away from all this, I think it would be the perfect place to escape from my problems."

"Wow... that, sounds good."

"I wish I'd had the chance to do that when my parents..." I trailed off mid-sentence, suddenly feeling something pressing on my heart.

"When your parents...?"

"Died..." I mumbled.

His expression changed completely. That handsome, dazzling expression of a heartthrob was replaced by utter tenderness.

"Oh... I'm so sorry Y/N" his consolation made me feel inexplicably better, "Do you want to tell me, or would you rather not talk about it?"

I was silent for a while and then, the words simply began to come out.

"They died in a car accident. Some idiot was driving drunk and ran a red light...my parents were the only ones who paid the consequences," my voice cracked, talking about it wasn't easy for me. "It's been three years and it still hurts quite a bit," I admitted, my voice cracking, "I've often wished I had gone with them so I could have died too."

"Hey," he stopped in front of me and interrupted my walk, took my chin between his fingers, and made me look up to look at him, his face was serious, "don't say that. Things always happen for a reason, so if you're here now alive it's because God, the universe or whatever you want to call it, wants you to be and you have a purpose to fulfill."

There was a softness in his eyes that I hadn't seen before that invaded my whole body and gave me an inexplicable peace. That pair of eyes in which I was now reflected, shook my heart and the sadness in it was now gone.

"I'm sorry I made you talk about it." 

"No, it's okay. I think I needed to talk about it, thank you." 

"Are you feeling better?"

When he asked me that question, I couldn't even think of any negative adjectives, not while I had his beautiful eyes reflecting back at me.

"Yes, I feel... fine. Thanks again, Jaehyun,"

"Well, then let's hurry, I guess you're starving, but first promise me something," he raised one of his eyebrows and the amused expression returned to his face.

"What?"

"That you won't be sad today, I won't allow it," he told me and I felt every cell in my body melt.

"I promise," 

He smiled at me and his dimples appeared on that angelic face and I felt my heart would jump out of my chest.

"Great, then let's go," he stood next to me again and had me walk next to him.

Wendy was very, very lucky. I began to feel a strange pain in my chest and stomach, which I later realized was nothing more than simple and pure envy.

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[komoreangel]

𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 (𝐫𝐞𝐪)

pairings: scaramouche x fem!reader, childe x fem!reader

scenario: one of the fatui’s new recruits is too quick to act, and the consequences will be disastrous. 

request: Angst Idea: Scaramouche and Childe with a s/o who was killed by a new Fatui recruit, who thought she was an enemy? She isn't part of the Fatui, but she's just there to watch them

reply: i can already hear the hearts breaking,,, thank you anon :) 

scaramouche 

they told him there was no use trying to save you

some beginner mage had accidentally cursed you while trying to protect him

how were they supposed to know that it was one of the most ancient spells in all of the history of teyvat

originating from guizhong, goddess of dust

any victim of the curse would begin to break apart, and eventually they would fade away

the goddess was not cruel, and so made it a painless death

but is any death truly painless?

and so here you were, lying on a cot in his tent, withering to pieces before his eyes

"i don't want to go yet...i can't go yet."

you were gripping his shirt, tears staining your face

"there was so much i wanted to show you. the sakura forest. the..the waterfalls in jueyun."

you were practically spitting out any words you could think of, the fear overriding your ability to articulate your words

he could hear the fear in your voice

"i want to stay here, please, don't leave-"

you broke into a coughing fit

he couldn't stand seeing you like this

"i wanted things to stay like this forever. you and me."

this time he couldn't hold back his tears

this wasn't fair

what did he do to deserve this?

that was an easy question

but what did you do to deserve this?

and all because you chose to be with him

this was indirectly his fault

he clutched your head close to his chest

"i don't want to die."

your voice was barely a whisper in the wind

no, not yet

not yet

give it a minute

just one more minute

he wasn't ready

don't take her yet

he blinked back the burning in his eyes

and you were gone

the lover he had held in his arms so many times, with care that you'd think was impossible for someone like him was nothing but a memory

no body to bury

one of the medics came into the tent

"my lord, is everything alright?"

he stayed silent

he knew if he talked, his voice would break

waiting for them to leave felt like eternity

he closed the entrance and stared at your cot

as much as he wanted to he couldnt break down into tears

he hadn't experienced death before

most people usually felt sad

at least from what he'd heard

but the only thing he felt was an intense frustration

he should've been able to save you

you weren't supposed to go like that

he wanted to scream out, to shout, to kick something

should've, could've, would've

cant. couldnt.

without you he lost all regard for his own wellbeing

whether he lived or died no longer mattered

he was more reckless, and he who once looked at the world with interest, as if to see what it could give him, now gazed upon everyday life with a cold indifference

anyone could see that

it's safe to say he never loved anyone again

childe

his chest heaved up and down

he couldnt breathe

he couldnt see

it was like someone had taken a baseball bat to the world

as it fell apart like glass at his feet

you were in his arms

however, you weren't moving anymore

but that had to be impossible, right?

why would you stop moving?

it's the same as asking, why would the sun stop rising?

he was running

somewhere along the way you had stopped talking

but what had you been saying

something about...the sky

that couldn't be true, it was pitch black outside

you two had been on a date

he had come back to snezhnaya for the month

after being in liyue for days on end, it was easy to say that you missed him

he had planned the whole day out for you two

it was supposed to be perfect

'it was supposed to' isnt that what everyone says about death

wasnt supposed to, shouldnt have

they all describe it as an unfortunate accident

a mistake

and looking down at you thats what he wanted to believe in that moment

he wanted so desperately to believe he was dreaming

that any second now he'd wake up

but if life's taught him anything

it's that the world is all to fond of killing dreams

and when the ones who protected them aren't there anymore, what happens?

one of dottore's new assistants had mistaken you for an assassin when he handed you one of his knives to toy with

and as the tsaritsa trains her people to be quick and diligent...before he knew it, four daggers were sprouting from your chest

you fell into his arms, heavily breathing and your eyes focusing in and out

in the end, all it took was his bare hands

he supposed he should be appalled at that

you would've said something

he doesn't even know where he's going at this point

all his sense of reason has gone out the window, it left the moment you cried out in pain, the sound of a blade whizzing through a body all too familiar to him

the weight of what had happened suddenly too heavy, he sinks to his knees in the grass

he would pray, but to what god?

what god out there would give someone like him mercy?

it was like suddenly, the world had decided to take one of the few good things he had left

after you're gone, his family can tell that he doesn't care for anything that much anymore

he loves his family, of course he does

but simple things that used to make him smile dont anymore

some would even go so far as to say that the abyss had its hold on him again

he walks around, a husk of the person he used to be

lost in memories and broken promises

a/n: im just going to apologize because i am SO bad at writing angst like i have no clue what im doing lmao but i did try my best-

and i have one more request pending before i open them up again so <3 wooooo :D

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Day 6: Flustered

Like a Baby Otter

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This was it. This was where she would die. She had faced countless monsters, demons straight out of her nightmares, the end of the world, her greatest nemesis, herself. How could this be the end? It couldn't be, it couldn't.

But it was. She could feel death calling to her. Agony crawled up her throat, heart twisted and cold. Betrayed by the person she called her brother in a parking lot behind a Taco Bell.

"Mari, I swear to kwami, if you do not get out of the car, I will break down the door myself and carry you in there over my shoulder."

She glared at the grey fuzzy fabric on the vintage car's roof. "This car is worth more than your salary tripled. I'd like to see you try, traitor."

He groaned, and she heard a loud slap. "C'mon, Mari. I'm supposed to be the dramatic one, not you."

"Yeah, well you should have thought about that before you dragged me to a Taco Bell to have a date with Jon." Marinette hissed, curling up against the dog plush toy she kept in the car as a pillow.

She refused to make a statement on who she got it from. ("I don't see why I need a reason to get a stuffed toy.") Nor did she go into detail as to why she made it a little flannel jacket ("They were leftovers!"), and she rebelled against the very idea of talking about it in English ("We are French, we speak French!").

While Adrien was her brother by all accounts except blood, he was also a romantic, and a massive dork. He saw Marinette, in all her flustered glory, pining over the sweet Metropolis boy with the clunky glasses and the cute dimples. The one who lent her his flannel jacket when she got cold on her first day at the University of Metropolis. Adrien saw the way her eyes lit up whenever the black-haired boy walked into the room, the way her cheeks flushed when she waved at him.

Adrien also saw the way the blue-eyed boy's gaze always roamed the room, landing on her without a fail. The way his dimples deepened, and his laughter became fuller as he stared into Adrien's little sister's crystal blue eyes.

He thought things would run their course. It was only a matter of days. One of them had to step up to the plate and ask the other out. But days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into a semester. They were no closer to getting together than they were at the start.

So, Adrien decided they could use a helping hand. Another week of subtle nudging went by, and all that came out of it was a pitiful "not-a-date" amusement park outing that set them back a further two steps because the two became even more awkward around each other, if that was even possible. This may have also led to the incorporation of Kujo, the flannel-wearing dog plushie, into the Dupain-Cheng sibling's daily car rides.

Adrien snapped. He had had it with the two idiots oblivious to the other's feelings. They were going to get together by the end of this week, whether it was by fate or by his own hand. It had nothing to do with the fifty dollars he bet with Damian about Jonette (Marinette and Jon's ship name, patent pending). Nothing. How dare you even insinuate he would bet on his little sister's love life. For shame.

He was about to yell out for Plagg to come out, hoping to scare Marinette, when the gods decided to favor him for once.

"Mars?" His sister jumped up, smashing her head against the backseat.

"Jon?" She bounded out the door, leaving Adrien gobsmacked. He had been trying to get her out of the car for the past ten minutes— "What are you doing here?"

Jon rubbed his neck and glanced at Adrien. "Adrien said you wanted to talk with me? I don't know why we're in a Taco Bell, of course. I mean, not that Taco Bells aren't good, but they're not where I expected we were gonna meet— not that I didn't want to meet you because I did want to meet up with you—"

Oh god. Someone, anyone, please take Adrien out of his misery. There were two of them.

Adrien did what he did best. He meddled in his little sister's love life, yet again.

"I'm starving," he groaned, slinging an arm over Marinette's shoulder and pulling her forward so she was closer to Jon. "I'm gonna head inside, order something for all of us, then come back out. Jon, do you want anything?"

"Uh, you choose, I trust you." Jon fidgeted with his glasses, noticing the increase in proximity with Marinette. Adrien gave a feral grin, patting his little sister on the shoulder. Oh, Jon better put trust in him after today.

"Great, have fun, you two!" Before any of them could protest, Adrien bolted out of there faster than they could say 'Superman'.

And then there were two.

mwahahaha that's the end of day 6, folks! sorry to leave you like that, but i hope you enjoyed it. as always, like, comment, and reblog! big shoutout to the lovely people at @maribat-calendar-events for creating supermari may 2022, and I'm looking forward to seeing what you all are creating for this month. ciao <3

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[startanewdream]

Padfoot & Minnie

Summary: Minerva meets Sirius for the first time after finding out he was innocent all along. (Companion piece for Afternoon tea)

Notes: I may take a time out of writing oneshots for a while because I want to dedicate to another project (I didn't forget any pending ask, I promise! - I'm just really excited with this new idea). But before that, please enjoy this moment that definitely happened between Sirius and Minerva.

It took two Order meetings until Minerva found herself face to face with Sirius Black alone at Grimmauld Place.

She was late for the meeting, having been almost followed by one Ministry employer (they had the right idea that she would stand with Dumbledore, but also the wrong idea that they could follow her), and she ought to enter the meeting room immediately, but she stopped at the sight of Sirius Black standing alone in another room, his arms crossed and looking rather thoughtful.

She took out her raincoat and stood still watching his figure.

Minerva had met other versions of Sirius Black in the past. First, that eleven-year-old boy who was too energetic and couldn't spend a day without plotting something with his best friend - then with his group of friends. Then that teenager who was trying desperately to stand aside from his family and made many mistakes in the process. Then an idealist soldier in a war that he was too young to be fighting.

Then he had been a traitor for years. Then an escaped convict.

And now he was a wrongly convicted innocent that seemed haunted by ghosts past.

The youthful Sirius Black that Minerva once knew was gone, replaced by that taciturn man who would only show a gleam when he was in the company of Remus Lupin or when he would speak of Harry Potter. And even then the light was dimmed in comparison to how bright Minerva had seen that boy in the past.

He turned to her and when their eyes met Minerva knew she couldn't delay this moment anymore. There were things she needed to tell him.

But he talked before she could when Minerva entered the dining room - or what resembled one in a very distant past.

'You got old, Professor'.

Minerva lifted her eyebrow.

'You got thinner'.

'Well, they don't keep a balanced diet in Azkaban. And last year it was mostly rats… did you ever eat one?'

'I beg your pardon?’

'Rats', he repeated, winking at her with so much mischief that for a moment she hoped to hear James' laugh echoing in the room. James always laughed at Sirius' jokes. 'They are actually tasty. Have you ever had one?'

'I most certainly have not'.

'Didn't even chase a little innocent mouse?'

'I know how to control my impulses, Mr. Black'.

'So there are impulses', he said, chuckling. 'I once chased a cat. Lily wasn't happy, but I told her I couldn't help myself'.

Minerva blinked.

'So the rumours were true after all?', she asked, trying not to sound very curious. 'You, Potter and…'

'Yeah, we managed that'. He gave her a lopsided smile. 'How many points would you give us for becoming animagus?'

'You mean awarding minors who took the risk of forever damaging their bodies to turn into unregistered animagi while breaking a few hundred school and wizarding rules?'

'I expected two hundred points at least', Sirius said, unabashed by her comment. 'It was impressive that we did it - and no one ever found out'.

'Turning into animals to hang out with a werewolf. You were out of your minds'.

'We were', Sirius agreed proudly. Minerva fought back a smile; Black and Potter had more talent than sense, and they knew it. They would thrive with the idea of becoming animagus.

'How old were you?'

'We started in Second Year. Accomplished just before the beginning of your Fifth Year'.

'Fifteen', she whispered. 'And it only took you two years?'

'We had a lot of free time', Sirius joked.

Minerva remembered the amount of mischief they caused and the equal amount of detention they got into. It didn't seem they had time - but they certainly had the drive to.

'How did you prepare the potion?'

'Bathroom of our dormitory. James knew a lot of house-elves because of the time he spent in the kitchens and we made them sworn secrecy'.

'And the mandrake?'

'We did it in the summer. A whole month silent. James wrote that his parents thought he was fulfilling a very weird promise. My parents didn't notice'.

Sirius looked around the room and then to the ceiling above with disdain. Minerva remembered talking to a young teenager, so full of anger and confusion; he hated his family so much that he had ran away. He'd promised he would never be like them - and then Minerva had thought Sirius had broken that promise when she saw the news he had betrayed the Potters.

Except they had all been wrong.

'Sirius - I am truly -'

'Don't be, Professor', Sirius said hurriedly. 'I understand why people believed I was the traitor. It was my idea to change the secret keeper without telling anyone after all - it's all my fault'.

He sounded so bitter that her heart broke a little.

'I do not believe it's your fault'.

'James and Lily are dead. If I had kept their secret -'

'You did. There is only one real traitor in this story and it's not you'.

Minerva thought of little Peter Pettigrew, so anxious to be like his friends. For years she thought she had been too hard with him - and now she wasn't sure of anything more.

'Thank you, Professor'.

Minerva hesitated for a few seconds.

'I am not your professor anymore, Sirius'.

'So I get to call you Minnie officially?', he asked, more joyful now.

She fought back a laugh.

'Only if you want to turn into a cactus. But I will allow you to call me Minerva'.

Sirius smiled and for a moment Minerva saw the ghost of the boy he once was.

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Remus yawned lazily. The best thing he could say about that meeting was that it was over quickly. Any meeting with the presence of Severus Snape felt heavier; no wonder Sirius had exploded in the first minutes of the meeting and left the room.

Remus knew he should go after him now, calm him down and explain what had been discussed. He hoped Sirius was feeling better, but he doubted it - that house brought too many memories for him.

Before he could go upstairs, he heard noises coming from the dining room opposite the kitchen.

He walked quietly to not wake up that infernal portrait of Sirius' mother and stopped at the door.

'Well', Sirius was saying, a note of joy in his voice that was rare these days. 'I can show you mine if you show me yours'.

'Mr. Black…'

'What happened with Sirius?'

'Maybe you are pushing your limits, Sirius'.

'It's just for a few seconds. I give you my word I won't even try to sniff… anything'.

'You can't be seri… well, you probably are anyway’.

‘Oh, I’m always serious. Think of it as a sort of welcoming gift after years with nothing more than dementors for company’.

There was a short silence, then a sigh. ‘Very well. I will grant your wish, this one time only'.

Remus heard a soft sound, then another heavy one, and then silence.

Curious, Remus pushed the door quietly. He did not know what he expected, but it wasn't this.

There was a familiar black dog lying lazily on the floor of the dusty room, but what surprised him really was the tabby cat above the dog, calmly pressing each of its front paws in the fur in the dog's back, in and out, almost distractedly, as if massaging the dog. Then the cat sat, the body covering its paws and ressembling a bread loaf, and caught sight of Remus; the cat threw him the most stern look he had even seen on a cat, looking almost as if daring him to say anything. Remus would recognize the glass marks around the cat's eyes anywhere even without that severe expression on its face.

On the ground, the dog winked at him.

Remus blinked in answer and closed the door quietly. No one would believe him if he told and in any case, this seemed like a moment between Sirius and Minerva anyway.

He just hoped James was watching this from wherever he was.

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[capricornwriter5]

You are the one - Chapter 22

Pairing: Bang Chan x female OC; Lee Know x female OC

Genre: au (high shool, college), love triangle, fluff, angst, smut, from friends to lovers. ⚠️Warning: soft drugs

Words: 6k

Summary: Bang Chan and Jasmine have been best friends for as long as they can remember. With little time to finish high school, they both begin to develop romantic feelings. However, family situations and communication issues force them to move away. Once in college, they decide to try to regain the friendship they had. As Bang Chan sees the opportunity to finally be with the girl he has always loved, his friend Lee Know, who had been studying in England, returns home and the connection he develops with Jasmine is undeniable. Can the chemistry and attraction with Lee Know outweigh a tender first love and memories of years of friendship between Bang Chan and Jasmine?

Disclaimer: I named the character Jasmine (Minnie for Chan 🥰) because I love that name. Besides, it’s easier if we want to see Chan saying cute names (it’s better than just Y/N, I think) but you can totally picture yourselves in the story, that’s the idea. &lt;3

Chapter 22 - Red Flags

On December 31st Chan had been active since early morning. The sun had not even risen when he had already gone out to train. He returned home only to gather his computer and go out to do everything he had to do. One of those pending was to go to a museum to collect several documents. When he finally had them in his hands and was about to leave, Chan was curious to see how the new section of paintings had turned out, so he went to take a look.

The change from the collections Chan had seen displayed in the main wing of the museum to the ones he now had in front of him was radical. While the first ones he saw were Renaissance-themed and cold-colored, the ones in the new hall were colorful, modern, and full of life. There were paintings of animals, children, and even caricatures.

The familiarity of those paintings made his heart feel warmer; yet, there was also a certain melancholy in them. Why did he feel that way about some drawings that he was seeing for the first time and that seemed not to represent any aspect of his life? The answer was simple and it didn't take Chan long to find it, it was Jaz's painting style, the paintings were especially similar to the ones she made. Experimenting with as many colors as possible was always Jaz's passion, and Chan knew how much she loved adding cute and playful elements to her works, just like what he was seeing on those walls.

"You'd love this..." Chan thought, imagining how she would feel if she saw that.

It had been a long time since he had seen a drawing of the girl, hence the melancholy that those pictures aroused in him. At other times there were pencils, paints, brushes, canvas, papers, everything Jaz could need to paint scattered around Chan's house, even the girl's items appeared in his car; however, he couldn't remember the last time he saw something of hers, the closest thing had been the brushes he didn't give her.

Sighing, the boy returned home. The path seemed to disappear before Chan, for his mind and heart had drifted back into the past and now countless images of him and Jaz led him on a walk without even noticing where he was going.

That was why he couldn't stand sobriety anymore, he needed to drown his mind with work or with alcohol, no matter which one, but he needed to silence the voice of his heart that screamed at him louder and louder and less mercifully to look for the only person who made him feel alive.

The longing to be with Jaz was a much deeper and more painful one than before, it wasn't a toxic need like it had been for a while, Chan genuinely missed how he felt around her, he longed for who he was when Jaz was by his side. He missed everything, from how Jasmine used to fix his shirt collars to how her hands felt on his back when she hugged him. It was true, he had hit rock bottom and had felt more miserable than he ever imagined because of things that had happened with Jaz, but he had also reached the highest point of happiness by her side, and not only as his girlfriend, but also as his friend. Jaz had made him feel accompanied, understood, protected, and loved.

While Chan had also been an amazing friend and a wonderful boyfriend, lately he had been wondering the same thing: had he been able to let Jaz know she was the most important thing to him? Had he demonstrated to her that just as he knew she was capable of doing anything for him, so was he for her? Had he made Jaz feel as extraordinarily loved as she had made him feel?Whatever the answer, Jaz had definitely done it, the girl had not only touched and protected his best friend's heart for all those years, but she had also stolen it from him and even if Chan couldn't accept it, he didn't want her to return it.

Without even realizing when he got to his apartment, much less when he locked himself in his room, Chan lay down and did nothing more than close his eyes as his mind plunged back into memories, this time of his first year of college.

***********

"Minnie, is it hurting?" He asked extremely distressed when he saw that his friend left the pencil she used to draw and with her left hand, massaged herself on the right.

A week ago, the girl had gone to Chan's apartment to help him move some things, although Chan insisted numerous times that she let him take charge of the biggest piece of furniture, Jasmine was too stubborn and didn't listen to him. The girl tried to move a bookcase at the same time that Chan was in his room. As soon as Jaz noticed that Bang Chan wasn't around, she tried to push it by herself, Chan could be terribly overprotective, so sometimes he wouldn't let her do anything. However, that day the boy was right and it was a wrong idea for Jaz to move the furniture alone. The bookcase was made of old wood; in fact, it had a few deteriorated shelves, especially on the top shelf, where Chan used to leave the models he worked on.

Suddenly, Chan heard several things falling and his friend screaming. In seconds he had already reached the room; he panicked when he discovered that Jaz had literally used her right hand as a support so that the highest shelf did not collapse. All the books were already on the floor, but Chan's model was hanging by a thread before it was destroyed. If Jaz moved her hand, the shelf would fall, which ended up happening when Chan got to her side and forced her to move her hand.

Now, a week later, what Chan had warned her had happened, her wrist was seriously swollen and she couldn't even hold a pencil without the pain forcing her to stop.

"It looks worse than yesterday." He said sitting next to her and gently taking her hand so as not to hurt her more. "Why did you do that, huh? This can be dangerous, we don't know how badly you hurt yourself. I have some anti-inflammatories at home, I'll go get them."

"No, I took a pair before you got here."

"Minnie, that was four hours ago and the pain's killing you."

"It's not that big of a deal, and I have to finish this for tomorrow. I think if I use the brushes..."

"You're not going to use anything and you're going to stop with this." He said taking the sketchbook away from her. "Minnie, you have to rest and stop forcing your hand. We're still not sure you don't have a fracture and..."

"Chris..." Jaz asked patting his shoulder. "If you're so worried, that's fine, I'm going to stop for a while, take a bath, and then I'll get on with this."

"Need help?"

Bang Chan asked it in the most innocent way, the boy was really alarmed by his best friend and didn't realize the context, or how his offer sounded. Truth be told, he wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't for Jaz smirking.

"Are you offering me help with my BATH? How are you supposed to help me?"

"Minnie, please!" He said with a RED face and even turning away from her. "I didn't mean that."

"Do you see why I've always said that you're the most perverted person in the group?" She joked.

"I'm not a pervert!"

Jasmine kept laughing in the bathroom just remembering Chan's red ears and all the times he apologized for the misunderstanding. However, Jaz's giggle disappeared when she tried to take off the dress she was wearing. It had a zipper in the back and a few buttons that she couldn't even touch when the pain made her pull her hand away.

"Shit..." She thought accepting that she couldn't do it alone.

Meanwhile, Chan had been in the living room when she called him. "Chris, I think I'm going to need your help." She shouted. 

"Ha, ha, very funny. I'm not going to believe that you need help from Mr. Pervert."

"I'm serious, I tried to do something but I couldn't, my wrist is hurting." Jaz hadn't even finished saying that when Chan got up and came to her side.

"What's happening? Did you close the shower too hard and now you can't turn it on?"

"I can't take my dress off."

Chan could have sworn her friend was joking again, but seeing Jaz look down at the floor and her cheeks take on just a little blush, he smiled tenderly. "Let me see." 

Chan stood behind her and parted the girl's hair in such a way that her back was exposed. Of course, Jaz couldn't see him, and she would never know how his hands trembled as he opened the buttons, then slowly lowered her dress. During that period of time, neither of them said a word, they feared ruining the moment.

Jasmine's skin was still as soft and tempting as ever, just as Chan's manly hands undressing her kept Jasmine speechless.

"Ready," Chan said quickly looking away.

"Chris... you're missing my bra," Jaz said turning just a little to look at him.

It was unbelievable, but even though they had gone out together, and even though they hadn't gotten out of bed for days, Chan was still the most respectful boy of them all. And it was precisely one of his characteristics that Jaz would always love, no matter the situation, with Chan by her side, she always felt safe, there was never discomfort but there was plenty of tenderness.

"I'm sorry." He said laughing and running his hand behind his neck, a classic gesture from when Bang Chan was internally dying of embarrassment. Jaz had seen that part of him before, she knew it all too well, just as she had discovered the daring and even brazen part of him.

After taking off her bra, he immediately rearranged her hair so that it covered her bare back, and just as he had entered the room, he left her alone.

While Jasmine was taking a bath, Chan had sat where she always worked and, praying he didn't mess anything up, colored the rest of the drawing. After all, who better than him to do it? He knew how Jaz painted, what colors she liked, and even what her favorite techniques were. The boy was focused to the point that he didn't even notice that his best friend had left the bathroom until she was practically in front of him.

"Chris, you finished it!" Jaz took the drawing with a smile and noticed every detail he had made. 

At the same time she witnessed how well Chan had done everything, he had been speechless watching her wear one of his hoodies with pants to sleep. It was the most comfortable clothing, but for Chan, seeing Jaz in his hoodies would always be the easiest way to steal his breath away.

"You're the best, thank you." She said caressing his arm and right there Chan carefully took her hand.

"It still hurts? Don't lie to me."

"A little." She answered sighing and looking at how swollen it was, maybe Chan was right and it was broken.

"Let's go to the hospital tomorrow, please. I know you have a presentation in the morning, but I'll pick you up later, you can't go on like this."

After accepting what Chan asked of her, Jasmine suggested that they watch a movie together; naturally, he accepted. They agreed that he would go buy something to eat in the meantime; however, Chan hadn't even walked two blocks when he realized he had left his wallet and returned home.

As soon as he entered, Chan heard the sound of the dryer, and discovering his friend struggling with the comb, her hair, and the dryer, he laughed softly.

"Why is it so hard for you to ask for help?" He asked holding the dryer, grabbing a towel, and taking Jaz with him into the bedroom.

Bang Chan didn't have to make an effort to do things carefully, because when it came to Jasmine, he would always treat her as his little doll, and he did just that as he towel-dried her hair and then blow-dried it. He was even careful that the heat didn't make the girl uncomfortable.

Chan's hands in her hair felt like the softest caresses of all, it was always like that, any contact that existed between them evidenced everything they felt for each other. As much as Jaz and Chan tried not to cross the line and break that physical limit, the truth was that they always managed to touch each other's hearts with whatever they did.

"Are you seriously falling asleep, Minnie? Wait a bit, I'm almost done and you can go to bed." He said smiling when he saw that the girl had her eyes closed.

"Aren't you going to stay? What about the movie?"

It was inevitable that Chan didn't grin at the look of anguish on Jaz's face. Finding out that she still wanted and needed him by her side always made him feel good. "I'm not going anywhere, but it'd be good if you rest. We can watch a movie later."

"I'm not sleepy." Jaz guaranteed, but Chan was sure that as soon as they turned on the TV, she would fall asleep.

Indeed, that was how it happened. When they moved into the living room and chose a movie, Jaz began to nod off, and almost automatically Chan moved a little closer to her, silently offering her his shoulder.

"Little doll?" he softly asked as he felt Jaz's head on his shoulder.

Receiving no response, Chan leaned in a little to look at her and confirmed she was asleep. It had been a long time since Jaz slept on his shoulder, so long that Chan had forgotten how warm his chest felt having her that close. For a moment, just for a moment, he allowed himself to do something, and without Jaz realizing it, he kissed her forehead.

An hour passed like this, then two, then three, and even the fourth, in which Chan did nothing more than discreetly caress Jaz. Meanwhile, she was in the deepest and most restful sleep of her life, something that could only happen if she was in Chan's arms.

The girl would have spent the night there, and Chan would have left her, if not for one of Jaz's alarms going off too loud. After apologizing for falling asleep, Jaz tried to walk Chan home; however, before she could look for shoes, Bang Chan had gone so she could rest. 

The next day, Chan surprised her best friend by knocking on her door early, in fact, she was still in her pajamas when Chan came in with breakfast for the two of them.

"Chris, it's too early. I think I might kill you for waking me up." She flopped into the chair while Chan set everything and served her food. "Didn't you go back to sleep yesterday?"

"I tried to do it, even watch a movie to make me sleepy, but I realized SOMEONE turned on parental control and I can't watch anything but cartoons. Can you explain to me what that was?"

"You deserved it, you saw our series without me. Did you think I wouldn't notice? You're so dumb Chris, not only did you watch our show by yourself, but you also used MY account and got registered."

"I have a totally valid justification for doing that."

"No more than mine to turn on parental control."

Chan laughed, he knew that his best friend had defeated him in that argument. Soon, he was serving her some waffles with various bits of fruit on top. "This is my apology." He said winking at her before starting to eat together.

Chan's plan was to have breakfast with Jaz and go to class together. Since he was ready, he waited patiently for her at the door but Jaz didn't come out. Surprised, he looked for her in her room and saw her struggling with her hair and a brush, trying to pick it up but the wrist wouldn't let her. Already resigned, she was about to leave with her hair down but Chan surprised her by standing behind her and asking for the brush by holding out his hand.

"I got this."

"Huh?"

"You're not going to go with your hair down to such an important presentation, you won't look professional."

"Chris, you can't even control your curls."

"Just watch me."

Even though the boy needed twice as much time as Jaz would have needed had her wrist been well, the truth was that she had to admit that her best friend had done a good job with the braid he made her.

"Okay, I think you're ready." He said looking at her from all angles to make sure she looked good. If he hadn't been so focused on Jaz's hair, Chan would have seen the lovestruck look Jaz had, she even sighed looking at him. "While we wait for your wrist to recover, I'll be your stylist." 

He was so proud of his work that he even clapped his hands and took a picture of it to send to Hyunjin, Chan insisted that his friend was the most indicated person to judge.

***********

Snapping back to the present, Han opened the door to his friend's room with such force that Chan dropped the cell phone and it landed directly on his forehead. Chan had been looking for Jaz's picture from that day, but when he was about to find it, Han had surprised him.

"We're ready!" He yelled from the door.

Controlling the urge to kill Han, Chan left with him and Changbin, he had promised to drop them at home since he was going to a party of some friends who lived even further from his parents' house.

"Changbin, could you check the location again? I think it's not around here." Chan asked handing the boy his cell phone.

Of course, Changbin knew Chan's password, hence he could easily unlock the phone. However, just by unlocking it, he could see not only his friend's photo gallery but also the one he was looking for from Jaz. For Changbin, discovering this was not easy at all, his first impulse was to try to talk to him and make him understand that all this about getting away from Jaz was an error. However, he remembered how Jaz begged him to let them move on, and even though he was convinced that none of them were being honest, he decided to respect their decision. He left the photo gallery and looking for the map, tried to forget what he had seen.

***********

While the boys were enjoying the New Years' festivities, Romy and Jaz had agreed to spend the date together. They had bought something special to eat and after having talked about practically everything and having eaten everything, they only had the topics of conversation that they both tried to avoid and the soju that they had preferred not to open all night. However, as soon as the first cap fell off one of the bottles, the girls began to talk more seriously. They knew that when that happened, it was almost like going to therapy, so while one spoke, the other listened carefully and from time to time added a comment or encouraged her friend to continue talking, just like when Romy asked Jaz how she was been feeling lately, but the girl was silent until she finally got up the nerve to speak.

"I think I feel kind of alone, but it doesn't make sense; I mean, things are going well with Lee Know, we spend a lot of time together, and I also talk a lot with mom. Besides, you and the boys are always there, but I don't think I've ever felt more alone than these days, Romy. I think... forget it."

"Come on, tell me, take it out." The girl cheered her up by pouring her another bit of soju.

"I think I miss the messages from dad. I know I didn't answer any of them, but every day I knew I'd read something from him."

"Are you sure you only miss him? Could it be that the one you miss is Chan?"

"No, no, Romy, please don't even mention that." She asked in total denial, she didn't want to admit how much she had thought about him.

"Come on, Jaz, you can't keep everything to yourself, talk to me. Is this the first time you've been away for so long? Hadn't this happened when you found out everything?"

"We stop talking for over a month."

"And this time it's been almost four months, it'd be normal for you to miss him."

"No, Romy, if everything goes well with Lee Know I shouldn't..."

"Jaz, there are certain things you can't control, and you shouldn't feel bad about it. I know you don't want to hurt Lee Know, and that's fine, but don't fool yourself either."

"I mean... yeah, some things remind me of Chris, but I think that's normal when you've lived through so many things alongside someone. You know what? We shouldn't be having this conversation, it's not fair to Minho."

Romy let out a sigh at her friend's refusal to notice things that were being obvious and before she knew it, she was the one telling Jaz about her life, the problems she had with her siblings, and that they were becoming more and more recurrent.

"If you need a place to stay, you know you can come." She honestly offered. "Hey, but speaking of less shitty things, what are you up to with Bin, huh?"

"What are you talking about?" The almost immediate blush on Romy's face prompted Jasmine to confirm her suspicions, ones she had had for a very long time. 

"Come on! It's OBVIOUS that you guys are seconds away from fucking."

"Okay, that was totally unnecessary and false." Said the girl practically choking on soju. "Where do you get that from?"

"Not only do I think so..."

"Jasmine! Who are you talking about this stupid thing with?"

"Chris and I used to talk about this a lot. What's more... ever since we found out that Muscles was the one bothering you, we both said you guys would end up together. I tried to talk about the same thing with Lee Know, but he said that I was crazy and I was imagining everything."

"Well, OBVIOUSLY! Lee Know's a normal person, unlike you and Chan. No wonder you miss him, no one else thinks as weird as you do."

"Ouch, cheap shot!" Jasmine said hitting her with a cushion. "Don't change the topic, you like him right? I know that he has bothered you a lot, but he doesn't do it because he's a bad person, he's a bit of an idiot, poor thing, but I promise you that he has no bad intentions."

"Let's just have some more of this."

"Romy..."

"I know he's not a bad person..." She admitted.

"He's also handsome, come on, say it!"

"He's not that bad and that's all I'm going to say, now, give me that." Romy practically snatched the bottle from her, but she had to put up with her friend teasing her with the same issue.

**********

Some days later...

Waiting for his breathing to return to normal and for the agitation to decrease, Lee Know caressed his girlfriend's thighs. Just when he noticed that she was about to fall asleep, he approached smiling mischievously to kiss her.

"Don't fall asleep, not before I do." The photographer whispered at the same time Jaz laughed and stroked his hair.

"Don't be selfish, I'm tired."

"That's what you get for wanting to control everything, you always want to be above me, even in bed."

Lee Know's comment caused the girl to laugh and turning a little, she was back on top of him. "I don't know what you're complaining about, you love it."

"Well yeah... it's not that bad."

Jaz was so used to her boyfriend's teasing that she just covered his face with the sheet. Lee Know lazily moved it and taking Jaz from her hip, he sat with her on top of him. Almost immediately Jasmine felt his hands moving lower until he was able to grab her butt.

"You're hopeless." The girl said between laughs.

Jasmine smiled at him and was already expecting her boyfriend's mischievous comment, but instead, Lee Know kissed her forehead, leaving her in shock, the only person she had received such a kiss from was Chan. It was something automatic that her whole body reacted. Her face blushed, her heartbeat accelerated, and her gaze softened. However, when Jaz noticed that, she immediately wondered if it was because of Lee Know or the memory of Chan doing that. It was as if her body and heart had memory and had jumped with the faint memory of the Australian.

"Hello? Are you listening to me?" The boy asked giving her a spank.

"Ouch! Minho!"

"You're not paying attention to me and I was telling you something important."

It took Jasmine several minutes for her boyfriend to agree to repeat what he had said, and had it not been for Jasmine promising to play with his hair until he fell asleep, he would have stayed sore all night.

That night the temperature dropped a lot and even though they had the heating on, Lee Know could not stand the cold, even more so because he had not realized that he had been left naked. That was how the photographer got up, waking up Jaz, who turned on a light when she felt him moving, Lee Know NEVER got up before dawn once he fell asleep.

"What's up handsome?" She asked her still half asleep.

However, the blow Lee Know gave himself when he bumped into the bed to get his pants was just as potent as the impact the memory gave Jaz by making her remember all the times she slept with Chan being just friends and force him in the middle of the night to put on his pants. Unlike Chan, who claimed everything was fine and kept stumbling as Jaz laughed at his hair mess, Lee Know was extremely upset and even went for ice. The two boys were so different and Jaz knew it from day one, why were those comparisons so recurrent now?

**********

The next day...

"Changbin, listen to me, DO NOT get involved, Chan's not going to accept it, much less if it comes from us," Han whispered grabbing his friend's shirt so he wouldn't walk out of his room straight into the apartment's kitchen where Chan was.

"Han, let go of me or I swear I'm going to fill your bed with bugs."

A perfect landing against the ground was what followed that warning. Han had let go of Changbin almost out of survival instinct and Changbin had never expected his friend to do such a thing. Now he could barely understand what he was saying, because, at the same time that he was fighting with Han, he was trying to stop the bleeding from his nose.

"It was your fault! How dare you threaten me with some shit like like that?" Han asked, going around his room in circles looking for something to give him to wipe his nose.

"It was not a threat, you asshole! I was just telling you what was going to happen. I have things to do later! How the hell am I supposed to go like this?"

"Don't worry, I can do your makeup."

"Shut the fuck up and open the door."

"No, listen to me first. I'm worried about him too but Chan is NOT the type to listen when it comes to him. Trust me, I've already tried."

"We've had to pick him up three times and Lee Know other two because he doesn't show up DURING THE WEEK. We're not talking about him partying on weekends, but during the week. At first, I thought I was overreacting, but look what happened today."

Han, Changbin, and Lee Know had a really stormy January, his friend was getting out of control, and what started out as too many drinks ended up being Chan not coming home multiple times and having to be picked up. And it wasn't even that they were overprotective friends, Han barely even noticed what was going on around him, it was that this definitely wasn't the Chan everyone knew. He had always been responsible, too much for someone his age, so he would never worry anyone, and if he didn't get to sleep, in other situations Chan called or at least sent a message; however, that had changed.

Precisely that day was Wednesday, Chan had gone out early on Tuesday and asked Han and Changbin to order something to eat for dinner; however, no matter how much they called him, he did not appear. And that was not the worst, the boy's mother had come to visit and waited for him for several hours. Lying was last on Han and Changbin's list of skills, but as best they could they told the woman something believable as to why her son wasn't showing up. 

The next day, both of them went to train together at the same time they took a look at a street famous for its pubs and that was how they found Chan leaving one of the places with a group of friends they didn't know. Changbin and Han needed no more than seeing how Chan was trying to stay on his foot to know how seriously drunk he was. They practically towed him home and couldn't talk to him because Chan slept all day. Now, it was five in the afternoon and they had heard him cook something. Naturally, Changbin tried to talk to him, but Han insisted that it was not a good idea.

"If you don't want to do it, then let me do it."

"Changbin, don't you remember how he reacted the last time you tried to do it? Excuse me if I want to prevent this house from becoming a battlefield, I don't want to go back to that, Lee Know's not going to receive me in his apartment and I highly doubt that Jaz will."

"Then let's tell Lee Know to talk to him! I'm sure Chan will listen to him."

**********

"Forget it." Lee Know sharply sentenced when his friends had come to his house and asked him to talk to Chan.

Minho didn't even deign to pay them much attention, he kept feeding his cats while the guys begged him to help them.

"It's his life and you don't have to get involved."

"Lee Know, this is getting out of control and you know it. You have gone to pick him up when he has been practically unconscious. I really think we should listen to Changbin this time."

"I've not seen him unconscious, he was just a little wasted and who hadn't?"

"Neither of us" Han and Changbin replied in unison.

"Lee Know, stop downplaying the matter, Chan's also your friend, don't be so careless and indifferent."

"And you don't be so exaggerated."

"Chan has cared more about me than my own family and I'm sure the same applies to you. If it were in my hands, I wouldn't ask you for help, but he won't listen to me. Please cooperate, he won't listen to us and Jaz..."Han's eyes widened at the same time he looked at his friend to shut his mouth right there. 

And if Han's expression wasn't enough, the way Lee Know stood up and turned around, looking at both of them directly, said it all, for Changbin cursed the moment he had spoken.

"Jasmine what?" The photographer asked waiting for him to continue talking.

"Jaz doesn't know what's going on," Han answered quickly before Changbin ruined everything; however, this time his friend was not going to keep anything. 

"If she knew, she would have done something, she wouldn't have let it escalate like this, she DOES care about Chan" 

"I don't get why you make so much drama out of this, let him have some fun, you're not a mother and you're not a saint either, let him alone, Changbin. And if you think Jasmine can do better than any of us, then go, talk to her, I don't give a fuck."

"Dude... chill" Han tried to calm him by patting his shoulders and sending warnings through his eyes to Changbin to change the strategy. "This isn't fun, I don't know what the hell Chan is dealing with, he probably doesn't either, but I'm sure it's serious. He has a lousy sleep schedule and..."

"Chan has always been like this, since we were in school we all knew that he slept little." Lee Know replied. 

"But he didn't party as he does now."Lee Know's indifference was not beneficial at all, for the first time, what Changbin said was true, the boy was right to worry about Bang Chan.

As expected, a tense atmosphere surrounded the three boys. On the one hand, Han and Changbin were wondering what else they could do for the one who had always cared for them; but on the other hand, Lee Know's coping mechanism led him to act cold and disinterested. 

"Sorry, I think I was wrong, I didn't plan to enter a torture room. What the hell is going on here guys?" Jaz asked taking off her coat.

"Changbin's sick." Han responded causing the girl to look up immediately.

"What? Bin, what's wrong, what do you feel?"

The girl quickly approached her friend and as she checked on him like he really was a child, Lee Know thought about how his girlfriend might react if she found out something was up with Chan. It was a selfish way of thinking, yes, but he couldn't help it.

It took a long time for Changbin to convince the girl that everything was fine and that Han was just exaggerating. He thought several times about asking her to talk to Chan, but if he did, that would mean a HUGE problem with Minho and it wasn't what he wanted, so he had to keep quiet. Although Lee Know had said he did not care, everyone knew how jealous he was, mainly after the kiss between Chan and Jaz.

**********

Soon Han and Changbin left, leaving the couple alone. 

"I'm starting to suspect that you're not coming to visit me, but them." Lee Know claimed, as his pets were already sleeping on the girl's lap.

"Well, they fight and complain less than you, that's for sure."

After a pathetic imitation of Jaz, Lee Know sat next to her with the computer on his lap, before everyone got to his apartment, he had been checking out some gallery sales; but now what he had was chaos among so many bills. Trying to find some order, Lee Know started once again with the bills from the previous year. 

"Wait," Jaz asked grabbing his hand when she saw a particular drawing. "Did you sell that one?"

"Yeah, actually, we sold it just after two minutes of posting the pictures. Chan did a great job on that one."

"Who bought it?" Jaz tried to see the name and when Lee Know showed it to her, the girl froze at her place. "That's my father. Chris didn't say anything to me."

"I don't think he knows, Chan hardly takes care of sales. Besides, you said that you don't want to hear from your dad, kitten, why would Chan tell you?"

"Because I painted it."

Lee Know ignored that detail, he thought that the drawing was only Chan's work. Curiously, that piece had caught the photographer's attention, for it was not just that the drawing was excellent, but also that the colors used had shown a wonderful technique. Seeing that the two of them had that kind of chemistry even for painting annoyed him so much that he ended up closing the computer and putting it aside.

"Well, precious, what do you want us to watch today?"

"Will you let me choose? Oh My God! Are you feeling okay?" In response, Lee Know laughed, winked at her, and handed over the controller. To tell the truth, he wasn't in the mood to look at movie options, he was a bit upset and although he didn't accept it, he was also worried about what his friends told him of Chan.

Finally, they had chosen a new anime and as soon as Jaz got comfortable next to him, Lee Know went for a kiss but did no more than touch her face when he moved away.

"Min, don't do that, don't be mean."

"Kitten, you're burning! How did you leave your house like this? I'm going to make you something to eat and I'll walk you home, you need to rest."

"No need, I don't feel anything. I'm fine."

"Don't get your hopes up, they're just leftovers." He lied.

It turned out that he was right, or maybe until that moment she was paying attention to her body, for she soon realized not only that she had a fever, but that she had been coughing all day and that all her body ached. She had been so focused on other things that she hadn't noticed the cold she had caught.

Despite acting cool and pretending he didn't care much, Lee Know secretly did care about her, he even had brushed off his snarky comments. As he promised, he walked her home and within minutes the pills he had given her were working. Seeing her asleep, Minho calmed down a little more and even picked up a few scattered things around the room. That was how he found the umbrella that Jaz's mother had given her. The photographer laughed remembering Jaz talking about it, he also remembered that she had mentioned that her family was embroidered, and when he opened it, he found four figures. He didn't have to look at them for more than a few seconds to know that the fourth figure was Chan.

The boy left the umbrella and was about to leave, but Jaz heard him open the door, and called out to him.

"Are you leaving, cat boy?"

"I think I should."

"Are you afraid that I will infect you?" Jaz asked smiling at him and causing him to do the same.

"It's too late for that, kitten."

"Then why don't you stay?" 

Lee Know closed the door again and after leaving his coat, he lay down next to her. 

"Make room for me and you better take care of me today because I'm going to be VERY sick because of you."

Even though it was obvious that Jaz was the one who was sick, it ended up being Lee Know who got all of her cuddles and caresses that afternoon. Jaz agreed, of course she did, but deep down, she would have liked her boyfriend not to be so self-absorbed, at least for that day.

Already in the evening, when he was about to leave, Lee Know remembered something that Jaz had told him a few days ago. "By the way, are you going to that reunion on weekend?"

"I haven't decided, but I think not."

"Good..." The boy seemed a little calmer, so much so that he went back to kiss her cheek before leaving the apartment.

**********

On Saturday Changbin was home when he saw Chan getting ready to go out.

"Are you taking the car? I think it's not a good idea, last time you couldn't even walk."

"Bro, chill" Chan replied laughing. "I'm not going to a party." The mistrust on Changbin's face forced Chan to explain his plans. "The school has this activity... a class reunion. Afterward, I have dinner with dad, I agreed to see a few things about the family business and he wants me to meet his most important partners."

"Oh wow! Now, that's a surprise! You're already an adult."

Chan showed a shy smile, for he felt kind of weird assuming part of his family's business. But after thinking about it a lot and talking to Jaz's father, he had decided to give himself an opportunity to work with his father, at least try to do it.

"Well, since you know my entire itinerary, can I go? Or is there anything else you want to know?" He asked as he opened the door.

"Let me know when you got there !" Changbin yelled. "And call me after the dinner!"

To be continued... 🐺

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Chains of a family [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Grant! reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Summary: Molly thinks that Bill’s and the reader relationship is a mistake so she wants them apart from each other. Bill’s against his mother wishes and he find a way to drag the reader into the Weasley family officialy

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: none

A/N: Hi! Part 4 of this thing lol. I’m so happy that you guys like this story. It’ll have like 20 chapters or so, i’m still deciding that so yeah, that’s pretty much the thing. Btw, from now on chapters will be more interestings... i hope so lol. Again, english not my mother language. Please let me know if something’s wrong. Aaaaaand if you want to be tagged in the next chapters tell me and i will add you! Enjoy!

Chapter 4: Arguments

The rest of the afternoon passed as normal as the days before your arrival. Arthur Weasley made sure of it. Even if Molly attacked you with her dagger gaze when you and Bill hugged each other after you were done with dessert.

You didn’t know what Mr. Weasley had talked about with his wife while you were taking a shower, however, you noticed the tension rising from their bodies after you sat down at the table next to Bill and saw an annoyance sign on Molly’s lips. Her temple was frowned, reminding you of your own mother's gestures. Those flaming eyes, cleft chin, and pinion lips. Both women contract their features too much when they were upset and in your distress, you knew that they must not be disturbed.

The last thing you wanted was to hurt a marriage as solid as the Weasley's. More than once you heard your mother talk about it with your nanny making a powerful emphasis on how Molly and Arthur were able to carry out their marriage even if their economic conditions were precarious and the war was on their heels. They were an envied couple. Few dared to expand the family as much as they did without money in their pockets and spreading their progeny like a plague. No one was surprised, not even your mother, not when her marriage to Evan Grant was merely for financial advantage. Now Arthur and Molly looked upset, too upset for your understanding and you just hoped they could get along soon.

You weren't sure you deserved the sacrifice Bill's father had made for you, yet a flame of hope lit up in your chest. If Mr. Weasley started to trust you that was a good sign for others to do as well, right?

The afternoon continued as normal, seeing how Bill's plans to distract you from the fervent harassment of his mother was marred by the twins intervention. They had just finished a new product for their store and needed a good taster to certify the quality of their merchandise. It was a bad idea, he told himself, because twins were just a disaster and you didn't know them well enough to deny their good-natured pretensions.

"Be kind!" He yelled at them as Fred and George pulled you into their. Bill exhaled, pleading that his brothers wouldn't bother his girlfriend more than his mother already had.

Before taking you home, he thought about the pros and cons of your stay in the burrow. His conclusion was based on the fact that his entire family welcomed Harry Potter with open arms, so you didn't have to be the exception. He knew the difference in conditions in which his theory developed, yet he put his trust in the good judgment of his family even if the Grants' past left much to be desired. Bill didn't talk much about you with his mother, in fact, your presence at home was the last of his worries, the real problem came at the time of joining the Order of the Phoenix, would you be willing to fight against your relatives even if that mean betraying your own blood? Bill hope you will

Coming downstairs, Bill found his mother storing the leftover food in the fridge while the dishes soaked in the sink. Then he watched her clean each plate with her bare hands, no magic. William knew his anger was real.

"Want some help with that?"

"I'd love to, honey, thank you," his mother answered without looking at him. Bill raised the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, dipping his hands into the tide of water and bubbles that flew across the kitchen. Molly was silent, drying the dishes and flying them to her place in the display case across the kitchen. Bill cleared his throat doubtfully "It never hurts to help, much less when I have so many things to do before the rest of the Order arrive"

"Don't worry, I'll help you with that too."

"Perfect"

"Mom, can we talk?"

"About what?

"You know what," Bill clicked his tongue, passing her the last plate from the sink to continue with the spoons. "(Y/N)..."

"Your father has scolded me enough about that girl, I don't need you to do it too"

"I wouldn't if you had a little consideration with her."

"More consideration?" Molly asked in a squeak. Bill shook his head. "I'm letting her stay at my home!"

"Our home, mom, ours," he corrected, drying his hands with a cloth. "This house also belongs to my dad, my brothers, and me. It's the burrow, a family property, not a secret club where some people can get in and others cannot."

"You know what I think of her"

"And you know I don't care." Molly looked scandalized at her son. She didn't understand what he had seen in someone like you or what you had given him to come out and defend you as he did "I don't ask you to love her, but at least you have to try...

"Have you ever wondered what will happen when she betrays us?"

"That's not gonna happen"

"You're very sure of that, William"

"I'm convinced, Mom. You don't know her like I do and, you know what? I see that wanting to talk to you was a mistake"

"Moody thinks like me," Molly stopped him when Bill was ready to go upstairs. The woman clung to the railing watching her son standing in the first step out of the kitchen "(Y/N) Grant is a danger to the Order"

"Really? Like Mundungus Fletcher? I beg your pardon, mom, but if there is anyone who represents a latent danger to the Order of the Phoenix, it's him and yet you have assigned him for the mission tonight"

Molly's lips parted and if it weren't for the fact that Bill knew her mother too well, he might think the woman was about to throw herself on the floor in a tantrum. Still, she clenched the bars tightly, her brow furrowed, and the redness on her cheeks washed over her forehead.

"William!" Don't talk to me like that!"

"I wouldn't if you had a little more respect for my girlfriend."

"Don't you understand? I care about you! For all of us!" She snarled angrily. "Having a Riddle in this house..."

"A Grant, mom, (Y/N) is a Grant and that's not the same." Bill descended his steps, approaching her mother, returning that angry look that she had inherited from him. It was a strange sensation. A dyad of emotions between joy and fear where the composed emotion was guilt. He had never exploded that way with his mother, but Molly hadn't behaved that way with anyone either "His grandfather is Lord Voldemort's half-brother and his brothers are all Death Eaters, what does it matter? (Y/N) is not. And when do we judge others by where they come from? If so, we could start with half of us. Being a Weasley is equivalent to being a blood traitor"

"William!"

Molly's face went from fury to shock to fury again. Bill's eyes were twinkling and Molly swore she had never seen any of her children this angry, or worse, this determined.

"What would you have done, Mom?" Bill questioned taking his mother by his arms in an attempt to make him feel her despair. Molly opened her eyes, scared. "When your family tell you not to accept dad? When your brothers object to your engagement, just 'cause the Weasleys have long been considered blood traitors?"

For the first time that day Molly's mind went blank, Bill guessed, rewinding the memories of how difficult it was for the Prewetts to accept the marriage. Bill pleaded silently, but pulled away from her when his mother gave no indication to be a little more respectful with you.

"We aren't like that. We don't separate people by where they come from, we hug them" Bill resumed his way towards the stairs, stopping a couple of steps up, turning to take a look at Molly's stunned figure "As you did with Hermione, Remus and Harry when you and Dad became his godparents after Sirius died. (Y/N) is no different"

"She will turn her back on us when the Order fight the Grants. That moment will come and you know it"

"Don't worry, i'll make sure that doesn't happen"

"She is not part of this family"

"That can be solved very easily," he said and the smile he wore gave her a terrible chill down her spine. "Because I'm going to ask her to be my wife."

Molly's gasp was the only thing Bill heard before climbing the stairs and heading to the twins' room. He always respected his mother a lot and even thinking of opposing to her wishes was inconceivable, but your well-being was something that was involved and Bill couldn't just let her mother control his life at her will. Maybe the mistake he made was not telling his parents the truth about you from the start or, in that case, mentioning that the woman he loved was the fucking niece of the strongest fucking dark wizard of all time.

Bill Weasley rubbed his face as he reached the twins' door. He no longer had to torment himself, it was done and the only thing pending at the moment was to get Harry out of his uncles' house, take him safely to the burrow and find the courage to do what he told his mother he would do.

Would you agree to marry him? He hoped so and if not, he wouldn't pressure you. You were young - even a little younger than him - and it would be understandable if you refused to tie your life to someone else's from one moment to the other. The war progressed every day and if you were going to do it, you would do it as soon as possible.

Loud laughings brought him out of his thoughts to observe you and his brothers sitting on the floor, right in the center of both beds, laughing at each other and touching your faces. From the doorway Bill can't see the full painted room, however George's face showed a rather abstract mural full of bright colors when he felt the presence of his older brother. Fred did the same showing his face in the same situation and then you turned to Bill, still laughing and your face smeared with paint. It seemed the twins had created a paint bomb in millimeter pills, that explode when you put a little bit of pressure. You tried to clean yourself with the sleeve of your sweater but you spread the paint even more. Fred and George laughed and so did Bill.

His heart swelled with love as he saw that at least someone in his family - besides him and his father - had hope in you. God, he may have even cried with happiness.

Bill never understood how a sunshine as beautiful as you was never accepted in your entire life.

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Timeless (HP & HOO crossover x reader)

Synopsis: What would you say if I told you that Hogwarts and Camp Half-Blood are not so far apart? Yeah, Gale and Y/n would also say this is crazy. But these two girls are about to discover that even though they are far apart, the magic that surrounds them is the same. After all, what do a time travel, a fearful prophecy and a Titan about to resurrect, have in common? Certainly more than you can imagine.

Paring: Apollo x reader

Warnings: None, I guess.

Reader: Percy's step sister! reader

Word count: 1.7k

A / N: escreve o que quiser (notas da autora)

September 2010, New York - USA

Y/n would be lying if she said she didn’t cry like a baby when she saw Argo II return to Camp Half-Blood. She had been forbidden to help in the battle against the giants, but she was nevertheless not full at Camp. After the near invasion of Camp Jupiter and Reyna's visit, things got messed up there.

But the best part of the return of the other demigods was seeing Percy again. He looked extremely exhausted, but happy to be back in one piece. Y/n hugged him for so long that Percy almost fell asleep in her arms.

The boy was welcomed with all the frenzy he deserved, entitled to a hearty banquet and a visit from his father, along with a very tearful Sally and a relieved Paul.

Tyson had been absolutely thrilled to see his older brother talking to his friends by the fire, which glowed high and yellow, mirroring the emotion of the half-bloods.

Despite being as happy as the others, and maybe even more so, Y/n retired a little earlier that night. She didn't walk long before her absence was noticed.

‘Mingling with the shadows? I thought this was my own thing.” The girl smiled at Nico di Angelo, who walked over to her with his hands in the pockets of his aviator jacket, which was still too big for him.

“I'm going to sleep, Nico.” She explained, continuing her way to Cabin 3. “It was a day full of emotions, I'm tired.”

Nico nodded, walking beside her. Y/n always found it fun to be the same size as Nico, but now she realized that he was a few inches taller than she was.

“Are you okay?” she asked, bringing up the subject.

“I think so.” Nico replied, looking surprised by his own conclusion. “Maybe things get better for me from now on.”

“I'm sure it will.” Y/n opened an encouraging smile. Because he was the son of Hades, Nico suffered more than all the other demigods, which worried the girl. She hadn't seen him since the war of the Titans, but she talked to Percy during her mission and discovered things she didn't want to discover.

She looked at Nico. For the first time in his life, his face looked serene, as if his problems were gone. Y/n realized that it would be better not to go into details about the problems he went through. She did not want to end his joy.

“Di Angelo!” someone called, running up to them. Y/n turned to find Will Solace smiling like a ray of sunshine. “Hi Y/n!”

“Will.” She smiled. When looking at Nico, she noticed a pink tint on his cheeks and held her laugh. “Can you take care of Nico for me? I need to go to sleep but he doesn't want to leave.”

Will smiled, realizing what she meant. Nico looked at her with anger and indignation, but he didn't seem against the idea.

“Certainly.” The blonde took a step forward. “Have a good night!”

“You too.” She raised an eyebrow at Nico and walked back to her cabin.

She was still smiling when she passed Hecate's cabin, which looked darker than ever. Her smile wilted. She had always been a little afraid of the goddess's children since she found herself a half-blood and moved to camp. But that night, something seemed comforting in the hideous darkness of the cabin. Unable to contain the impulse that occurred to her, Y/n went up on the porch and went through the open door. None of the goddess's children were there, they were probably still at the stake celebrating, they always loved a good party.

Y/n didn't know exactly what she expected to find inside, but she certainly wasn't ready for what she saw. She had never entered the cabin since she had never been invited and it didn't feel right to enter without an invitation like she did now. But what she found was an absolute void. No bunk beds, bathroom, closet or chest. Nothing for the basic comfort of teenagers. All that was inside was a torch on the floor with a brown leather-bound notebook beside it.

“Take it” A whisper said, and Y/n knelt down to better analyze the notebook.

“Who...?” She started the question, but knew at the time that she had no need to finish it. Hecate was there. “Are you hiding in the shadows?”

There was a harsh laugh, but Y/n couldn't tell where it came from. It was as if the goddess moved in every particle of air around her.

“I heard that Poseidon's children were mocking, but seeing that feat face to face is much more fun. Ares definitely didn't say enough about it.”

“I don't think he has any reason to boast about it.” She commented, but her body was tense. Something about the goddess made her feel that bad things would happen any second.

“Take the notebook.” She asked, seeming to feel the girl's tension. “Take it and bring my girl back.”

“What does that mean?” Y/n asked, but never got an answer.

After several minutes, she finally let herself be overcome by curiosity, put the notebook under her arm and ran out of the cabin.

Y/n spent a few days without touching the notebook, which was comfortably resting on the small table in her cabin. Percy asked several times what the notebook was and why Y/n didn't move it, but the girl always answered the same thing. "It's just a silly notebook." She was afraid to open it and end up triggering something she couldn't control.

Percy and the others had just returned from a massacre battle with irreparable losses, she didn't want to leave anyone alarmed by something as stupid as a leather notebook.

Y/n tried to distract herself. She would swim in the lake, duel with Percy in the arena, ask Tyson to teach her something in the forges, help Chiron with pending camp, talk about the biggest zucchinis with Rachel, encourage Annabeth to talk nonstop about architecture, sometimes make her repeat everything he had said in Greek, but nothing seemed to get her thoughts out of the notebook. Instead of being distracted, she got some scars from the duels, burns from the forges and throbbing ears, but nothing erased the notebook.

Tired of trying, Y/n returned to the cabin and spent several minutes looking at the problem. She would get up a few times, making a move to pick it up, but soon she would go back to sitting on bed. When she finally thought she would be brave enough to end the trip, someone knocked on the door.

Changing her course, Y/n opened the door to the blond, smug figure.

Y/n and Apollo had spent a lot of time together a few months before, not that any of them had a chance to do the opposite. He had helped her save the Camp when everyone seemed too busy saving the world. Now she was no longer able to get rid of the sun god, who suddenly appeared in her cabin. At least now he had learned to knock on the door before entering.

“Good afternoon, beautiful lady.” He smiled, breaking into the cottage before Y/n had a chance to expel him. “What do you do locked in that cabin?”

“Apollo, seriously, now is not the best time.”

“Every hour is the best time for Apollo!” He smiled at her and Y/n found herself unable to say no to him. The god had that effect on her, but she couldn't explain why. She just went back to bed and sighed.

“What happened, Sunshine?” he asked, now more serious.

Y/n pointed to the notebook, like a child pointing out the bully who was mistreating her. Pausing to think, it was almost the same.

Apollo's gaze followed Y/n 's finger until it stopped at the Hecate symbol on the cover of the notebook, and he froze.

“What's it?”

“That notebook.” He got up and picked up it, playing with it in his hands. “I saw Hecate with another of his once many years ago. I asked her what they were, but she cast a spell on me that prevented me from speaking for two months. Where did you find it?”

“I found him at her cabin.” The girl admitted, unable to lie to the closest friend she had at the camp until that moment. “I heard Hecate ask me to take him away. I didn't understand what she expects me to do.”

“Write.” He suggested, after long minutes of silence.

“I’m sorry?” Y/n looked at him, confused. “What if something bad happens, Apollo? I don't know if I want to find out.”

The god smiled gently, taking the book to the girl and handing it over, along with a blue ballpoint pen. Y/n hesitated for a few seconds before picking up the pen and opening the notebook. But she didn't do much more than that, as the words “Owned by G. J. W.” they magically appeared on the first leaf, in a strange black ink.

Y/n looked at Apollo for help, but he just shrugged and encouraged her to write something below. "G. J. W.? This notebook is mine, and my name has none of those letters!”

Before she had a chance to tell Apollo how ridiculous it was, the notebook replied.

G: "Who are you?"

Y: “Y/n Y/l/n, are you?”

G: "Gale Wright"

Y: “How the hell am I talking to you through my notebook? Where you are from?"

G: “England. I'm a student at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, how about you? What school of magic do you belong to? ”

Y: "I'm not going to any magic school, I'm from New York, there's no such thing here!"

G: "I thought the United States school of magic was Ilvermorny"

Y: "I am not a witch!"

G: "Oh by Merlin, are you a muggle?"

Y: "Look, I may not be a witch but you don't have to curse me!"

G: “Muggle is a term for non-wizards ... But if you are not a witch, how can you talk to me? This notebook is bewitched, only those who have contact with magic could see it ”

Y: "I didn't know that the notebook was enchanted until now ... I didn't even know about the existence of a school of magic, wizards, yes, now schools? No, things are very different here"

G: "Different how?"

Y: "I am a camper at Camp Half-Blood"

G: "And what would that be?"

Y: "Well, a camp for demigods, of course!"

Y/n waited, but nothing else happened. She looked up at Apollo, who looked as upset as she was.

“School of Magic and Witchcraft of... Hogwarts?” She asked, hoping that Apollo would say something to her.

“I've heard of that school. Hecate loves to talk about how she has an entire chain of schools that teach children to do what she does. She is very proud of it.” He explained, taking the notebook from Y/n and examining the last conversation. “I just didn't think it was real at all. All the gods think it's Hecate's invention, but no one has ever tried to prove it.”

“Well, I think we just did that.” Y/n joked, but was far from feeling the fun of the situation, because, there in front of her, there was a problem. Perhaps a much bigger problem than she imagined.