#but feel free to share whatever I'm happy to hear your thoughts genuinely

[btm-txt]

🫵YOU!  YEAH YOU!

SELL ME ON YOUR OTP, SELL ME ON YOUR FAVORITE SHIP.

Give me the pitch, try to convert me to the dark side, tell me what makes it work, what you like about it, what made you ship them and makes your brain go EEEEEE when you see them. 

Give me the juicy details, not just you saw them standing a bit too close together in a room and you decided to make them kiss like playing dolls, I want the REAL meat and potatoes. I want to know about it, saw a piece of media that made you ship them? Something about their dynamic resonates with you? Have a whole headcanon story for these characters that helps the ship? GIMMIE! I want to knooow.

For context I’ve never been one to ship characters like that so I’m pretty neutral when it comes to liking ships in general. I like seeing people’s ship art of other characters regardless and I’m always curious what draws people to a particular pairing. There’s no wrong answers I’m just immensely curious on your thoughts.

So go ahead, gush about your favorite ship! Tell me the why behind the Espio x Silver, the Knux x Sonic, the Vector x Rouge or shit even your OC x Canon, whatever it is I’m here for it with an open ear and lack of judgement.

Just want to hear what you have to say that’s all ^^

[kitasgloves]

— ♬ NSFW

Imagine NAKAHARA CHUUYA giving you bedroom eyes across the table during a meeting with all the executives in the Port Mafia. The way his gaze was lidded and dark while he subtly fixed his focus on you during the entire time. You watch him humming and nodding, pretending to listen and understand whatever is being discussed. With how his eyes were blatantly undressing you, it made you squirm in your seat and clench your thighs involuntarily.

"[Name]-chan"

Suddenly, the voice of Dazai Osamu from beside you pulled you out of your thoughts. You blinked and looked at the brunette, he grinned at you and poked your cheek.

"You seem to be focusing on something else other than the meeting"

He teases and you break into a sweat. Your eyes slid back to Chuuya and noticed how he was immediately glaring daggers at Dazai. You gulped and let out a nervous laugh.

"...Was it that obvious?"

"Uh-huh. I'm wondering what's got that pretty mind of yours distracted"

Dazai smirks down at you and you can feel his hand on your knee, slowly rubbing your skin. You open your mouth but turn away, hiding your flushed face. You were afraid to see what expression was on Chuuya's face now. You tried to remove Dazai's hand on your knee, but he stubbornly brought it back, even trailing it higher to your thigh.

As soon as the meeting was done, you felt a firm grip on your arm as it dragged you to the nearest restroom. You gasped when you realized that Chuuya had dragged you and he did not look happy. He pushes you into one of the stalls and locks it behind him. You winced when he grabbed your jaw.

"Why the hell is Dazai talking to you, huh?"

He grits his teeth and smiles darkly at you.

"It was nothing"

"Nothing, huh? I can see his fucking hand crawling up your leg during the meeting!"

The gravity manipulator snarls at you. The relationship between you and Chuuya has been kept a secret for months during your time in the Port Mafia. So far, nobody has ever known what was going on between you and him. Not even Dazai. And Chuuya would love to keep it that way. He hated when Dazai was meddling in his personal life. However, it pissed him off whenever the bandaged freak was trying to make a move on you. The mafioso wasn't inherently possessive but seeing Dazai constantly hit on you in his presence while he can't do anything about it since he values his secret relationship with you, made his blood boil.

"Were you letting that bastard touch you?"

"No! I keep removing his hand but—"

"That fucking mackerel"

Chuuya hissed. You whimpered and avoided his gaze; he growls at this and crashes his lips against yours. His hand trails down to wrap it around your neck while your hands fly to grab his hair. The kiss was filled with heat and urgency. The executive presses you against the wall as his free hand goes to grab your breasts. You moan into the kiss as your hands go down to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

Dazai sighed as he entered the restroom. He realizes that one of the stalls is occupied but he can hear the faint sound of groaning. A smirk rises on his lips.

"Chuuya, are you in there?"

Dazai knocked on the stall. Both you and Chuuya froze before sharing a panicked look. You were settled half-naked on the toilet, legs spread while the gravity manipulator's dick deep in you. Chuuya pauses mid-thrust as he holds his breath.

"The fuck you want, Dazai?"

"Ha! I knew it was you! Watcha doing? Taking a fat shit?"

Dazai laughed and leaned against the bathroom stall. Chuuya grits his teeth as he signals for you to keep quiet. You nod your head as your hand creeps up to cover your mouth.

"Leave me the fuck alone, bastard"

"You sound like you're struggling while shitting, want me to help?"

"Fuck off!"

In genuine frustration of being annoyed by Dazai's unexpected presence, Chuuya's hips unintentionally buck forward making you go cross-eyed. You pressed your hand against your lips, hoping a noise won't slip out.

"Hey Chuuya, don't you think [Name] looks very pretty today?"

You watched as Chuuya's eyes landed on yours, a devilish grin appeared on his features and your heart skipped a beat. The gravity manipulator continues to languidly thrust in and out of you. The feeling of his cock delicately stretching your walls and hitting the deepest parts of you made you drool.

"Why should I care about that?"

"She was pretty distracted during the meeting, and she looked cute when I caught her"

Dazai giggled. Chuuya's grin grows bigger as he stares down at you. His pace was slowly picking up speed and you felt like you could barely hold back a whimper.

"You got a stupid crush on her or something?"

"Yeah, she's hot. I kinda of wish she would let me hit"

"Oh? Well maybe she's not into a bandage wasting machine"

"As if she'd be interested in a midget like you!"

Dazai raised a brow when Chuuya barked out a laugh. That's odd, usually the gravity manipulator would snarl at him, kick down the door, and then strangle him. Meanwhile, Chuuya was hooking both of your legs over his shoulder before thrusting deep into you, his cockhead kissing your cervix. Your eyes rolled back as his thrusts turned faster, rendering you breathless and speechless. The mafioso couldn't hold back his condescending chuckle.

"You don't know her at all, stupid mackerel"

"Huh? What makes you think you know anything about [Name]?"

The brunette crossed his arms. Chuuya smiles wickedly down at you when he brutally thrusts forward, his hips slapping against your ass with a resonating smack as a choked moan escapes your lips. Dazai freezes and merely doubles over. He blinks once, twice, before stepping back from the stall. His eyes trailed down at the bottom of the stall, his eyes narrowed when he could only see Chuuya's feet with his pants down to his ankles, and he was certainly not taking a shit on the toilet.

"Hey, Chuuya—"

"What makes you think that you, Dazai, know anything about her?"

Chuuya kept his eyes on you as he watched you getting closer to your release with the way he was deeply fucking into your sopping cunt. Oh no, he was no longer hiding the fact he was fucking you in the stall. To hell with it! Who the fuck cares if he's banging you? Plus, he's tired of stupid Dazai trying to get in your pants.

You wanted to get mad at Chuuya with how embarrassing the situation was and how he essentially exposed your carefully concealed relationship with him. But he was pounding your pussy so good that you can't help but curl your toes and arch your back. Dazai stood motionless as he processed the sound of skin slapping against each other violently on the inside of the stall. He could hear the sound of Chuuya panting and your gasps and moans slowly picking up volume.

"Shit! I'm fucking close!"

The mafioso digs his nails against your thighs as he thrusts erratically inside of you. He watches with a smirk when you throw your head back and moan loudly. Chuuya brings you to your orgasm when his hand reaches down to rub delicious circles on your clit.

"Oh fuck—Chuuya—!"

You whine as your jaw goes slack. Chuuya hisses when your walls clamp down around him during your release. It didn't take long for him to cum. With one, two, and three thrusts, you can feel Chuuya's warm cum painting your walls.

Dazai's throat went dry. Did he just fucking listen to Chuuya fucking you? Fuck, he hated how it made his pants go tight. The sound of the stall door creaking open catches the brunette's attention. The air from Dazai's lungs gets violently knocked out at the sight that awaited him. Chuuya was grinning proudly at him with his cock out as he held the door wide open. The brunette's eyes zeroed at you, fucked absolutely dumb on the toilet with your legs spread open and with Chuuya's cum leaking out of your cunt in display for Dazai.

I'm back with the horny guys

[satoruvt]

any Vernon bf thoughts? :) just read your other HHU headcanons and noticed he wasnt there yet...

damn so i have feelings for this guy. good to know good to know

one of the biggest things about vern is that he's chill asf. we all know this. but i think it'd travel into his relationship

genuinely just happy to be here bro. doesn't get weird about things -- respects and loves you and asks that you do the same, and that's kind of it for him

not suuuper big on pda, but will honestly kinda let you do whatever with him if you like pda LOL. probably won't initiate a lot but will definitely indulge if you do; feel like he def has limits but as long as you both feel comfortable

in private however ... i see him being a bit more touchy. just a lot more comfortable with initiating it. he'll usually put his arm around your shoulders or just grab for your hand, a few little kisses here and there

doesn't have an organized playlist for you but definitely has a list of songs that remind him of you

BIGGGG fan of movie nights and watching stuff with you; if theres a movie coming out soon that he wants to see he'll get tix for the theater and make a lil date out of it. or if theres one that you guys just want to watch at home, he's so down for cuddling up on the couch while it plays

you steal his shirts and hes like "cmon :/ i paid for that :/" LMAO but he'll never ask for them back

the idea of vernon in a kitchen um. kind of scares me. so while he doesnt cook without your supervision, he'll show his appreciation by cleaning up after you're done cooking... or you'll end up with take out lol

is so interested in hobbies you have. loves to see your works when you're done with them, if you feel comfortable showing him -- hypes you up in his own gentle way

i think when he's on tour or just away from you he'll send you pictures or videos of what he's doing... usually no caption. but it's sweet to know he's thinking about you

if you ask, he'll tell you all about the stuff he's currently working on. but like.. not in a way that will give you hints HAHA he's very meticulous about it, he wants it to be a surprise for you. when you asked him about black eye he was like "yeah the production was so fun to work on, the lyrics too. it's something i'm really proud of" and you're like Awe. but then you're like Let Me Hear It and hes like No

idek if he has his license (leaning towards no) but if you guys both happen to be free on a night, esp if you haven't seen each other in a while, hes always down for driving around and talking and sharing music. absolutely

making plans with him is soooo easy. will text you and be like "your place tonight? tacos? 6 pm?" and if it doesn't work hes just like "alright, tmr then."

doesn't Surprise visit you at work but he'll text u and be like "coming by" LOL. loves taking your break with you when hes able to

silently insists on paying for you anywhere at anytime for anything. will never really Fight you on it but you know better then to try atp. BUT HE ALWAYS IS LIKE "guess i'm paying again..." and you're like "i can do it" and he's like "absolutely not. put your card away."

we all know his gifts end up being So late but they're always very thoughtful and you know he tried with them, which is what matters most

u guys have matching bracelets i don't make the rules.

the more romantic songs he's written... some are definitely about you. you never have to ask, and vernon never says anything -- the songs speak for themselves, and you think you'd both know anyways.

pretends he doesn't know any of your frequented drink or food orders when you guys are together but then somehow remembers them perfectly when he gets takeout alone for the both of you

probably steals stuff of yours, like your bigger hoodies or shirts. will ask to borrow jewelry on occasion too

if he's having a rough time writing or getting a song started or just getting stuck on a certain part he'll always invite you to the studio. claims it helps. you think he just misses you

vernon are you free tonight around 6 pm i am available tonight at 6 pm if you are free at 6 pm tonight i am also free at 6pm if you're free at 6pm tonight we can do something together if we are both free tonight at 6pm.

[underlanternglow]

LITTLE MERMAID — ♡

anon asked → hiii this request is a commemoration of the little mermaid because I went to see it and I'm still very excited opdd >^< so I was thinking headcanons about ryoga, iori, kanata reacting to their mc with a beautiful voice like a mermaid~ (bc I'm addicted to Hailey's song srry ;u;) ..I know the request is cringy heh but if you want you can do it, otherwise it's fine, I'm happy to share my idea ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

a/n - IT’S NOT CRINGE IT’S CUTE!!! and regardless, never be afraid to be cringe. be free <3

ryoga tosa

he’s in shock. he’s staring at you, almost as if he’s never heard anyone sing before. it’s a little distracting, his wide-open mouth taking some of your focus away from your song

he sits and waits patiently, silently taking in your voice. honestly, he feels a little undeserving of it, but it comforts him nonetheless.

he looks a little disappointed when the song ends (it ended far too quickly for his liking), but it soon changes to determination. he really, really, wants to tell you how much he liked it

it takes a little bit, and he fumbles on his words a little, but he manages to tell you that he thinks your voice is nice. he’s quiet after that, still maintaining eye contact, but you can tell he really wants you to continue

your voice is the most relaxing thing to him, and he’ll sometimes ask for you to sing again, especially if he’s had a few rough days

iori suiseki

he has the world’s biggest grin on his face when he hears you sing, like he’s never been happier. he nods, silently cheering you on as you continue

compliments, compliments, compliments. he does not hold back in telling you that you have the most angelic voice he’s ever heard. you might think he's exaggerating, but he does genuinely think it, and once the excitement calms down, he assures you your voice is beautiful

he schemes to get you to go to karaoke more with him. he'll always say how your voices were meant to sing together, and how much he wants to hear you sing different songs

he likes hearing your voice when he needs a bit of grounding. after a long day at the club, and whatever he gets involved with after, hearing your voice is the ultimate method of relaxation. it soothes him, and lets him know everything's alright

kanata yatonokami

like ryoga, he also quietly listens to you sing. he picks apart every note in his head, trying desperately to commit the sound of your voice to memory

he nearly feels like he can hear the music behind the song, but quickly shakes the thought away to focus. it doesn’t last very long before he starts envisioning you singing other genres, or better yet, something he wrote

he’s a bit quiet once you finish, already missing your singing. after a while, he gives a short, but sweet compliment, saying that he thinks you have a nice voice. it isn’t long before you hear him humming the same song later

when he can’t sleep, he craves the sound of your voice. he’ll call you, quietly asking for you to sing something. it seems childish asking for a lullaby, but your singing truly relaxes him

[nalyra-dreaming]

Sort of answer to your other anon, but feel free to add to it if you want hehe. For now I only know the show and only ship loustat, but that's because I think it's the most developed pairing so far. I kind of need a little time to get into ships, but I'm down for any and everything. I agree ships don't necessarily need to be moral, but I do believe they need to be compelling and help each other in a way, even if it isn't with every single thing. I have OTPs that had terrible moments, but grew into their best selves together. Loustat is usually a dynamic that I hate, because it happened too fast, it got problematic and dark pretty fast (in terms of number of episodes, not the years they spent together), they had other people, they spent a whole season apart... Reminds me in a way of those toxic, even abusive on-and-off couples, that always treated each other poorly, made each other worse, could never work it out, but for some reason kept going back together because "it's sexy" or whatever networks tried to sell. But Loustat subverted my expectations. They're not entirely like that, but I do think they have some of those characteristics. But in their case, it's explained because they both lived shitty lives. And the series show why they're that way and that they're sort of at war with themselves too and genuinely regret their actions. And unlike those other ships, they're a differently species that don't completely function like us and have forever to redeem themselves. Those other couples just felt like a repetitive waste of time without any depth. But the writers really do a great job. And we did see Loustat bounding, Louis trusting Lestat in a way he didn't with anybody else, smiling, having fun and a happy life as well, so we know the connection is there and it isn't just angst and sex. And there's the actors, who have some of the best chemistry I've ever seen anywhere. I'm down for any ship if they have that too, because I trust the writers and so far every duo seems to have amazing chemistry. Will the writing and chemistry be on Loustat's level? I don't know, but I'll have fun with whatever they give me for however long it lasts. This is the first time I feel like I don't even need to think or worry too much, I'm just waiting for more and to be surprised because they always exceed my expectations and I hope that never changes. I was pretty into Loumand at the beginning, I thought they had an ease, sensual, flirtatious vibe and it was exciting to see. But that was mostly the actors than the script and, after the first kiss, we don't see much of it anymore? No scene laughing, comforting each other, going out etc... We have the museum and bar scenes, but I wouldn't call them a Loumand moemnt because they were most about Armand's backstory and betrayal. I never shipped them as much as Loustat, I could have, but before it got to a point I could, it turned cold and distant so I moved on. On the other hand, Lesmand, is something I don't ship yet, but I'm excited because of 1) simply curiosity, everything I hear from the books sound like that's a pretty heated relationship, for better or worse 2) I also hear they're kind of mirrors and understand each other in ways others can't, so even with all the bad history they still sort of care for each other? And if that's true, it's a really interesting and unique dynamic to explore that we don't see that often 3) Sam and Assad really sold their chemistry to me on that scene they shared blood 4) relationships that are extreme as theirs seem to be, tend to result in great, intense, emotional, explosive acting and that's my favorite type... My favorite scenes on the show are the church scene and the hug and those are very intense moments as well. So if they can do something like that in their own flavor because I wouldn't want a Loustat copy, it should be fun to see. Even if it turns out to be like "omg, they're so terrible and I don't want them together not even for one episode" and I won't ship, I'll probably still enjoy it for the writing and acting.

:))

As said, shipping is a personal preference (thank you for detailing yours 🥰).

I am very sure the show will do something very distinctive for each pairing, and this is the only thing I‘d add here now - all these “ships“ are actual relationships in the VC, with their own history, and importance.

Personally I think that is amazing ^^ and I cannot wait to see them.

If I will write and/or read them? We‘ll see. But I think we‘re blessed that way, whether it fits personal preference, or not. 🥰

[lyramundana]

Hii how are u??? Hope you're okay

I just wanna know something, HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO WRITE SO PERFECTLY, WHEN I READ YOUR REPLY TO MY LAST ASK I ALMOST FAINTED RIGHT THERE OMG IT'S SO PERFECT💯💯💯💯💯

Anyways I came back with another ask so that's it :

Yan! Minsung x fem! childhood bestie! Reader where she have a crush on someone else and they're like "you're ours sweetie don't you know ? No one can take you from us"and of course you do your magic 😎😎

Thank you🌹🌹🌹❤❤

----🦋 anon----

I'm doing pretty well, honey, thank you!

ajsndkndeckndkvn stop it 😭😭, now you're just trying to flatter me. I'm not that good really, I just write whatever shit comes to my mind. My english vocabulary falls short often and I end up repeating words because I literally don't know more. But putting my language barriers aside, I'm very happy and proud my last work was up to your expectations hehe🤧🥰 I enjoyed the trope and I'll love to hear more of your thoughts about this since it's yours, so pls feel free to message me privately anytime to talk about it!

Anyway, let's get to it:

YANDERE! POLY MINSUNG AS CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS

Jisung and Minho have been pillars in her life since she can remember.

She met Jisung in kindergarten, and when they realised that their lunch boxes were identical, they decided they were best friends. Minho appeared on their first day of primary school, being new to the neighbourhood. The other kids found him scary and he never tried to interact with anyone, until one day, Reader noticed him sitting alone during break and eating his lunch in a hidden corner with a sad frown and dragged him towards Jisung. After spending a good while making him talk and sharing food, they found out little Minho was just incredibly shy and having moved to another place where he didn't know anybody made him terribly anxious, so he preferred to not speak much to not embarrass himself.

When school ended that day, the three of them were already inseparable for the remaining time. Jisung and Minho clicked instantly and Reader was the extrovert that pushed them out of their comfort zones.

This dynamic remained more or less the same as they grew. Since they lived in the same area, they hung out every day and created beautiful memories. Minho managed to get out of his lonely bubble and worked on his social skills, while Jisung learnt to take things calmly and rule himself. They witnessed each other's worst and best moments.

Reader had other people around her, but she only ever paid attention to her best friends. Minho and Jisung never interacted much with anyone besides her either. They always said "We only need each other. We're a team. The rest doesn't matter". She was so focused on them she neglected socializing with other people..which the boys didn't mind at all.

As time passed and the three of them remained as close as ever, they realized they needed her, on a visceral level. She was the sun they were constantly rotating around to to keep living. She was their personal ray of sunshine and they couldn't stand the mere notion of being depraved from that light...or having someone else enjoy it. As these thoughts started to get weight in their heads, it changed their behaviour too.

They sneakily isolated her from other people except her own family. They whispered lies in her ear, slowly manipulating her into believing that no one would value her as they did, that most people were out of to hurt her. Everytime she was about to make friends with someone, they cut that off quickly from the sides and dragged her back to them, all with the same kind smiles she grew up with so she never suspected a thing. She genuinely thought she was simply bad at socialising and her besties were her comfort zone, her eternal protectors. Yeah, they brainwashed her.

When high school started, both boys made sure to be inscribed on the same one as her, and with such luck they were placed in the same class. She never sat by herself, always with one of them at her side or both surrounding her, like human shields. For group projects they always paired together, and when the teacher separated them, it was hell for the other people involved.

They've been so smooth and cunning with their antics over the years that she has never felt anything wrong with them. She believes in them blindly. They're her precious best friends, her soulmates, her brothers. Sure, they might be a bit overprotective at times, but because they want her happiness.

At first they truly saw her only as a friend, their friends who belonged to them first. She could hang out with others, but at the end of the day, they should be her priority. They'll be the typical toxic besties that are like "you know her for five months, but we've known her for years" or "Do you seriously prefer to spend time with them over us? We're your best friends, you should think of us first!", or they'll make her cancel plans to go out with them instead. It's what they expect her to do. She must always prioritise them.

However, when their feelings for her started to become romantic, their attitude became worse. She wasn't allowed to go out with others anymore, especially boys. They made sure she was with them at all times, scaring off or threatening anyone that tried to approach her. What if someone stole her away from them, from her rightful place? They can't live without her. What are they supposed to do?

When they start their senior year in highschool (I got no idea how the education system works outside Spain) Han and Minho are in the same class, much to their delight...until they notice she's not there. Their protests are ignored, the graduation is this year and teachers have a lot in their minds to care for some "petty teenagers with separation anxiety." And so they're forced to endure the classes without her, unable to keep an eye on their girl. They're worried sick. What if something happens to her and they're not there? What if someone gets close to her and takes her? No, they can't stand it. No matter how much she promises them she's fine and can handle herself, they know she needs them. She's never been without them for long.

So they find a solution: Track her. They install a spying app on her phone to know where she is and record her conversations. They keep an eye on anyone that speaks to her longer than they like and intervene behind her back to cut off any potential admirers. This was supposed to remain only in school, but they use it even outside.

Years pass and they're already college students. Since they no longer can be in the same class, the boys find a solution: Move to an apartment and live all together. That has been their dream all along, create a routine for life together, as a team, as family. At this point, they're confident their schemes to "protect" Reader and tie her to them have all worked, so they relax a bit. They're sure she feels the same way for them, after all they did for her and all they went through together, she surely loves them just as much. She must have realised she's made for them. They even let her attend college despite hating the idea of not seeing her at all hours, because they trust her. They even slept together a few times already, so that means it's all established, right?

So imagine their surprise when she arrives one day and announces she'll be going on a date with a cute guy from her class. If that revelation wasn't enough to fuck them up, she adds that she's so happy because she's been crushing on him for a while now and wasn't sure he was interested.

All these words sound so wrong in their heads. Blurry, confusing, like she was speaking another language.

When they finally process it, they're furious. More than furious. The three of them have their first big argument since middle school and she leaves. Turns out that in the little time she spent away from them and interacting with other people helped realise that maybe some stuff just doesn't feel right with Han and Minho. She still found ways to excuse them in her head, believing it was all protectiveness but a bit extreme. So she stepped out of he comfort zone a bit and found out how refreshing it felt to have other people to talk to. Specially the guy that sat beside her in class, who always made her heart beat faster and showed her a different, softer kind of affection. One that doesn't suffocate you, doesn't hold you back.

They're mad at her initially but they eventually blame the guy. They blame everyone in the damn uni, for filling her head with lies and corrupting her. Minho claims he knew they shouldn't have supported her going to college without them, but Han says it was all his fault for stopping with their schemes to keep watching over her.

Then, they come up with a plan. One to ensure you have nowhere to go but their side and traps you forever. First, they get rid of the guy (either by intimidation...or something darker), then they comfort her broken heart by telling her that they warned her, that no one would ever love her like they do. Minho suggests having some dinner and drink to get their minds off it.

They get drunk, and they keep refilling her glass to distract her from the pain. They hug her and kiss her face, whispering sweet words in her ears. She's so sad and desperate for some affection there she lets herself go in their arms.

The morning after, she wakes up with hangover and realises they had sex, several times. It's not the first time, so she doesn't think too much about it, except for the slight uncomfortably feeling of not remembering everything. She stands up to shower herself...and doesn't check the trash cans, where there are no signs of condoms.

When she gets told that she's pregnant, it's way too late for her.

[cookinguptales]

Hello, hi! I read your year in review post, and it inspired me to come say hello. I fell off Tumblr a few years ago and have tentatively crawled back over the last few months (honestly, it was the Goncharov craze that got me nostalgic for Tumblr again - I love Tumblr memes). I was really happy to see that you were active here and still writing fic for a new fandom that I also love!

I wanted to let you know that I'm a huge fan of your work and still am even after all these years! Your writing is so thoughtful and detailed, with a warmth and sincerity that makes it far too easy to consume a lot all at once, like a big mug of hot chocolate that you finish too quickly. Not just your creative writing, but your nonfiction blogging on fandom and health accessibility and travel too! I still go back and re-read some of my favorite fics you wrote when I'm feeling the itch to indulge in an old fandom! I had a big Muppet deep dive because I loved your fic so much, and now I go to work every day at a desk covered in Kermit stickers!

And I should have told you all of this a while ago. I regretted not reaching out for a long time. But now I have! And I hope you're okay with me being all mushy and earnest (how cringe!) out here in the open. If you don't want to post a response, I'm fine with that. I'm happy to just say hi, and I hope that my message brings you some joy/pride/whatever you need right now. Wishing you Merry Holidays and a Happy New Year!

Sorry for the delay! Life has kind of been a lot lately!

This is very sweet to hear, especially because... yeah, things have been a lot, and I've been struggling with feeling really down on myself. So thank you. Hearing that my fic feels like that makes me really happy. ;;

My dad literally just emailed me about a Bunsen & Beaker ornament set he found, so clearly I'm still into them. (I... bought it, too. haha. This is not even my only Bunsen & Beaker ornament.) The Muppets are a real comfort canon for me, so I'm really happy that I was able to share some of that with you.

Honestly, there's something that feels very... idk, genuine about writing and posting fanfic for me. I think fiction only works if you really give yourself over to it, whether that's getting really engrossed in the emotions of fictional characters as the writer or as the person reading it. I don't think it's cringe to be earnest about your feelings. What's the point, really, in being anything but earnest about them? I think it's nice to be able to be genuine about these things. So thank you for being genuine with me. I know that can feel a little vulnerable sometimes.

As for your second ask, which I also saw, anyone is free to DM me whenever they want. I'm not always... super great at responding promptly, especially right now. But yeah, we may not be friends yet, but talking is the only way to get closer. :)

(And you'll have to tell me what the new fandom we share is!)

[anonofseasons]

I find Vivian interesting because I kinda feel like his age is part of the problem. He seems like he's be too prideful to really be able to own up to his mistakes in general but add on that he's several hundred years old and I just know that trying to get him to admit any wrong-doing is like trying to get blood from a stone. -🫖

This ask makes me so happy. Thank you for sharing your take! It's validating to see people dislike Vivian for being abusive, but when I present characters, I hope they're dimensional enough to give people pause to think about what's going on and where that comes from, as well as why it might be accepted. Well, if the readers want to do so. I won't demand or expect it, obviously. I'm just here to write what comes into my head. When I share it, well, what happens happens from there. All the "let's beat up Vivian" responses are--I assume--in good fun. At least, that's the way I take them. ;) I'm going to ramble, so I'll put the rest behind a cut to spare everyone who wants to avoid hearing the author's thoughts on a character when they'd like to formulate their own. And to spare everyone the length. I'll try to navigate around spoilers as best I can.

I love that you bring up Viv's age, because it's a huge factor in multiple ways. Firstly, it means that he's used to much more outdated ideas about how to raise children and his values in general. And the "present" of this world is only marginally better. To sum it up: He's old-fashioned. The mention about pride and hundreds of years... Yes! Who has kept him in check over the past few centuries? Graham? No. We know that's not the case--by ch 24, it blatantly states that there's a power imbalance. Graham is dependent upon Viv to live. Graham has tried to convince him that certain things are bad. But Vivian mostly redefines how he's treating his children, so it's like turning a circle into an oval. It's different! Except not by much. Vivian doesn't hate his children. But his definitions of love are fucked up. (And I hesitate to be too real here, but I've dealt with too many IRL people who aren't dissimilar. They treat their "wonderful kids" like garbage. I came from such a background with my bio family.) Viv cares about his children's happiness and welfare up to the point it becomes inconvenient or upsetting for him. And he's happy to maintain control. And when he loses control--sees it slipping from him--he reacts very badly, as seen in the earlier chapters as Howie "presses his luck" with his father. When El does the same. They're challenging his balance. And the realm he has created within his estate is full of comfortable routine and habit. He is also genuinely terrified of one of them dying. Graham or one of the kids. Death is something he understands but has seldom experienced, and it's also someplace he will never be able to follow if everyone around him dies. Viv is old-fashioned, controlling, physically attractive, at times incredibly manipulative, and he's terrifyingly powerful. That's one hell of a combination. I feel like I'm saying way too much as the author, which is another reason I put a read more line. I used "cut" earlier, and I'm not changing it, even if it shows my age. That way people can skip it. I want everyone to have their own thoughts and takes about this character. I want people to be free to hate him, or even call him a DILF, or whatever, because in the end, this is all fiction.

[onlyswan]

hi art, I just read your recent installment and I must say that drunk art is just exceptionally poetic and I cannot stress it enough, you really now how to put such emotions into words that you know would deliver the sparks. I love every word you put into it especially these parts:

you don’t know if you’re blinded by love, putting your trust in jungkook when he said that he wanted to build a life with you; or if it’s arrogance, having the trust in your ability to stand on your own feet again incase a match is thrown in a puddle of fuel on the floor. the latter is more painful to think about, quite frankly. just because you can, doesn’t mean that you want to. you have to. you have to. with bruised knees from praying for a little more time, you have to. the earth doesn’t stop orbiting the sun when your house burns down.

you perfectly describe what it is like to be in a place where you cannot fathom how did you get in this place that is too good to be true yet so scary and that no matter how frightening it is you know you will never have it any other way and taking that big of a step and putting your heart in line with someone like THE jeon jungkook and making a home out of his heart, I must say that a person as beautiful as oc deserve him so so so much and it is so nice that oc seems to be mirroring a lot of people like us who carries baggage yet is experiencing such exqusitely beautiful love gives me comfort like hell yeah, we also deserved to be loved despite of it all.

the epiphany that he is doing this at 2am not because time has arrived to daunt him and he needs to leave your bed to go home. not anymore. whatever this is, it feels so fucking good. oh my god, he looks forward to spending the rest of his life feeling you breathe next to him, getting lost in how peaceful you look asleep when he randomly wakes up in the middle of the night.

also this... this made me swoon so hard that I just have to read it a couple of times to be able to absorb the power this thought holds. the domesticated feelings. looking at the love of your life and suddenly your future flashes in your eyes. oh jungkook, bless your sweet sweet heart.

I just love them both so much, they are both so playful yet they have the most genuine love for each other. Also art, I was listening to boygenius' album earlier when the song true blue played and it reminded me of in which! couple like:

You've never done me wrong Except for that one time that we don't talk about Because it doesn't matter anymore Who won the fight? I don't know, we're not keeping score

And it feels good to be known so well I can't hide from you like I hide from myself I remember who I am when I'm with you Your love is tough, your love is tried and true blue

I remember the previous installment and it's just so soft and so cute and so freaking wholesome like goodness, thank you for creating them. Anyway, that's all this is getting too long hehe Love, ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

“hell yeah, we also deserved to be loved despite of it all.” 🥹🥹🥹 i cried

ngl it took me a while to answer this bcs i keep reading your words over and over again. i love when they’re talked about like this 🥲 it’s just soooo heartwarming to learn that the messages i’m weaving throughout the drabbles are well received. like it still feels surreal to me that you guys read read my works :,( and have come to understand and love jungkook and oc deeply as much if not more than me. literally feel free to analyze bcs i’m so interested in hearing your thoughts and how you perceive them !! thank you so much for your time and attention :") and i hope i never waste or take them for granted. i really am so grateful for each like reblog comments and asks 🫂💕

and bless jungkook’s sweet sweet heart indeed </3 baby is so happy to finally be living with oc

omg these lyrics and especially “you’ve never done me wrong except for that one time we don’t talk about“ holy shit??? 😭 so in which couple coded indeed. thank you for sharing i’ll be listening to it a lot !! <333

[fazkins]

This is... far more comforting than I thought it'd be. Thank you Evi for your response, as well as the person who reblogged. It feels nice to be listened to once again. But, unfortunately for everyone, I'm going to spend the next 10 minutes or so talking about my family, as suggested.

So firstly we have Elizabeth, the queen of the household. I remember her wearing a pink ballerina skirt, whatever it's called. Clara loved to dance and so Liz wanted to be like her mother, in that sense.

As for her, my wife... is it selfish if I don't want to talk about Clara that much? Is it wrong? I mean, I did love her, and she loved me. She helped me through so much, and I am very grateful, but we also used to argue a lot - the kids never liked that, neither did I. She eventually left and divorced me, and I never heard from her again after I won full custody of the children.

Evan was so young back then... He surprisingly wasn't as scared of everything and didn't cry as much. I actually don't know when or what changed for him, but maybe he just missed Mommy. ( It's a little weird for me to call him 'Evan', given that I sometimes remember his name being 'Chris'? I'm going to stick to Evan anyways, it's not like I mind all that much. )

Ah, and Michael was so jealous of him, thinking I'd forget about him or something. It was funny at first but soon turned into another worry of mine. I then came to realize that I wasn't being the father he deserved, so I tried to talk it out with him to fix things ( which didn't work, we had a horrible conversation ). The poor boy has definitely seen the worst of me. I hope he's doing okay.

And now we have 'uncle' Henry left. I've always loved Henry, not like a brother, but something else. I never got the chance to tell him, but I'm sure he could tell. Hell, I've felt like that since Uni! He must've realized, right? He better have.

Henry never lost Charlie, at least not to Death. I remember her going missing for some time but that's about it. Things start to get foggy and I don't think I can trust my memory from then on. I guess that's for the better though, there are some things I don't want to remember much about. Sorry if this got too long.

And by the way, hope you don't mind if I claim a tag for myself. Will be coming back to the blog.

—🔧💜 ( William, obviously )

your family sounds lovely ^^ im glad that you had a good relationship with them, thats always nice :] family is very important ofc

personally, i loved my canon family sooo much <3 it makes me really happy to hear about other peoples afton families because of that, even though our families are pretty different

thank you so much for sharing :D /gen feel free to stop by anytime if youd like to talk more about them, id genuinely love to hear more

-🧸💤

[promiscxous]

♡ — THE SCENE THAT HAD UNFOLDED WAS HELLISH. Fitting for a warzone. It was something that he felt was far too familiar deep down within himself, but he couldn't quite say why that was no matter how much he thought about it. He just knew it was familiar. Perhaps it had something to do with his past? A past that he couldn't remember... no matter how desperately he tried. A terrifying notion indeed.

♡ — "How can you say something like that, especially after everything we've all been through?" It was a genuine question that he had to ask the female of sakura colored hair. AFTER ALL, he had also been one of those various people she had spent time with during their time (along with one of those that she possibly deemed a mere number) within the Officer's Academy. He knew that asking such a thing was probably pointless, but despite that, he bothered to ask anyway. The blonde had to know if everything the two of them had shared together meant nothing, if it was all just a mere game for her to play until she grew bored of everything... bored of him, and his company. What he truly wished to know was if all of the sweet nothings they ushered to one another was just a ploy. A joke. A lie. A sham. Were the two of them destined to be nothing more than enemies within Edelgard's grand scheme for absolute control over Fodlan? "What about us? I thought that we shared something special? Was I nothing more than a tool to you?" Part of him is afraid to hear the answer to his questions. He didn't want to be alone. He didn't want to lose his happiness. It had been so very long since he had felt the way that he does, not ever since he and his siblings had to flee their homeland, but Crystal had been the one to change all of that. But whether or not he wanted them... he needed answers. It was the only way he'd be able to move forward, or else he'll falter.

♡ — REGARDLESS OF HER ANSWERS, Koui couldn't bring himself to leave her. He loved her so much. More than he's ever loved anyone before. So surely there was something he could do? Something that he could say to her? Perhaps he could convince her to at least bring him with her, that way they wouldn't have to be enemies? The two of them would be able to stay together through the war that Edelgard was starting, and while he would eventually have to bring himself to fight the remaining people that he called his friends, at least he would still have the woman that he loved so dearly at his side to help him get through any feelings of guilt that would manifest until he would grow numb to the feeling. Maybe he could even bring his siblings along, and surely the other Ashen Wolves would join as well, so long as Edelgard could make a place for them, they would always stick with one another?

♡ — "We don't need to say goodbye to one another! Why don't you just take me with you? I can help you achieve whatever it is that you want!" Words spoken loudly, TRYING HIS BEST TO GET HIS POINT ACROSS TO THE OTHER. Beads of sweat continue to roll down his chin, mixing together with the fresh blood that had spilled from the insides of his mouth. "I can be of use. So can my siblings." He knows that his siblings would follow him anywhere without hesitation. They had made a promise to stay together, and nothing was going to pull the six of them apart no matter what. Fragile body finally rises from it's place crouched upon the ground, grabbing onto the other's wrist with his free hand to keep her from leaving. He would continue to speak his mind until he was satisfied, even if that meant he had to be more assertive to do so. It was time that he stopped trying to live by the laws of a peaceful life. "I can convince Yuri and the other to help too, Crystal. I'm sure edelgard would be glad to have more help, especially if she's going to be starting a war across Fodlan." Breathing is unstable. Surely due to overexerting himself in the moment. Yet, that didn't matter to him. "I will do anything necessary to stay by your side, even if I have to kill the people I once called my comrades."

♡ — HIS FATHER HAD ONCE BEEN A BRUTAL WARRIOR WITHIN THE ADRESTIAN EMPIRE BEFORE MARRYING HIS MOTHER IN THE PAST, something that he could recall so clearly despite his amnesia. Recalling such a memory brought him more pain than he could stand, but that memory would serve it's purpose in teaching him how to be ruthless. Surely he and his siblings could become just as heartless as their father had been all those years ago. After all... they were their father's children. "Please, let me show my worth. I'll do anything that I can. If I have to become someone the other won't recognize to do so, then so be it."

And she accepted a hand that was offered. A hell of a team. Following what Edelgard showed them between blurred lines was enough for her; all she had to do was to kept in line. All she had to obtain revenge. All means necessary to achieve a goal. All in order for… for… Stop. It’s not the time to be thinking about it.

❛❛ I can say it again, if you didn’t heard me. ❜❜ An exhaled sigh coming from the deepests abyss of her marble cage of bones. Just then, her head is able to process the last words coming from him and slightly lilac shades are wide open. In them the grand scenery is reflected, a pure, cruel cristaline reality. It felt like a hit in the monotony of all the reverberating sounds on the air; from the countless screams of the outside to the muffled world around in that place in which the two of them were… alone, completely alone. When was the last time the endless sounds of the world around her seemed to be silenced ? A while. A while. A while. The accompaniment of the candle lights that evade the darkness for taking over and making it’s reign result comfortably for a mere moment. ❛❛ Friends… Casualties… They are just numbers. ❜❜ It’s said with a devoid of feelings. All emptiness. Agony. The sound of a single bittersweet laugh comes forth with her visage being hold by pale hands, answering plea after plea; a countless of implorations that fall on deaf ears one by one. She does not want to listen to any farce anymore. It’s not what she deserves, isn’t it ?

It isn’t about the others, it isn’t about him. It’s all about her. What will all of this do ? More than they actually did for her. The church speaks nothing but lies, sees nothing but more lies. Dainty fingers carefully rearrange the strands of hair in a graceful waltz, the same ones he has surely seen across the time together and she, a petite young woman that seems to carry spring within moonlight bones is now nothing more than an unwelcoming wintertide landscape. All she observes is the flinch of the boy, getting away and still drowning the ambient in words that, for her, don’t hold meaning.

❛❛ Who’s to say I’ll die ? You are giving others too much credit. I won’t die that easily. ❜❜ Throat that clears, apologies nowhere to be seen. First things first, dressed in the most uncommon grimace the curvature that shows up on the ghostly countourn. ❛❛ I’ve made myself clear. Did I ? ❜❜ She’s nothing more than a carcass of nightmares overcoming the idyllic daydreams of the past. Another step comes by, heel echo in the wood beneath and her back is shown to her friend till that point. Denticles sink in brim and another eternal tick of the clock passes by, metallic odor resurfacing. Without looking behind, lips depart in lower tones almost single-sided. The beginning of a demise that descends from daybreak to the dusk. ❛❛ Why worry about others, Koui ? Worry about yourself, look at the poor state you are in. ❜❜ A pause. Tilting of her head to the right side. Ah, he probably is thinking far away. ❛❛ If you still have more energy, why don’t you waste it in taking care of your fallen comrades ? ❜❜

He’s too naive for the painful reality which he dwells entering in; it’s pitiful. Recognition of this fact makes her insides ache, a single maneuver of her hand towards her cheek in order to calm herself down. Still too lighthearted to mark a denouement to welcome a new stage play. She’s still faltering about it. ❛❛ Now, don’t you see ? I already did. This is enough for a goodbye between two good friends, don’t you think ? ❜❜

[girlgerard]

How do you feel about gerard wearing the Lindsey top? As a poc it makes me rather uncomfortable - like sure love your wife but please don’t bring her into your performances, it makes the mcr fandom not feel like a safe space free from racism, victim-blaming etc

okay so this is gonna be the only ask i address about this topic because i refuse to flood the dash with this controversy again but i also refuse to pretend it's not there. all my thoughts are under the cut. i hear you and i appreciate you for bringing this up

your feelings are very valid and i actually share them somewhat. i think people saying black and brown mcr fans should shut up about lynz goes to show how white this space is. i see you and i hear you and i agree with your initial feelings. it fucking sucks to feel that sting of rejection whenever you remember just how white this place is. I'm sorry it's like this. there isn't much of a solution

I've loved mcr since i was ten. I've loved the music, the band members, the fans, everyone. i love this place to death. it's also one of the most crushingly white spaces I've ever been in. I'm mixed and happened to pop out incredibly pale just through pure chance, so I'm in a privileged position where i can sometimes choose whether or not to present as white (not always), which gives me more mobility in this whiteass fandom. it doesn't, however, negate my ability to see the white hegemony in mcr fan spaces the fact remains that mcr is a very white band (my king mr toro is just barely holding up the gauntlet). their music videos feature exclusively white folk, as was the aesthetic in the heyday of 2000s emo and goth culture. gerard's relationship with lynz and seeming acceptance of her past, although I'm sure built on genuine love and partnership, is still related to the extreme whiteness of their whole band and aesthetic. I'm uncomfortable talking about lynz because i don't know her. i don't know if she's changed, i don't know if she's not, i don't know if i have the jurisdiction to say whether or not she's forgiven. personally as a (white functioning) brown person i feel very very uncomfortable engaging with her and i really wish i didn't feel that way but i can't get it out of my head. i don't hate her - again, i don't know her. but i choose to disengage whenever she's brought up because, like you said, it makes this space feel less safe. basically, i feel disengaged. my biggest problem with this fanspace is the extreme lack of racial conversation going on. i also choose to make this blog a place where i can escape the horrors of everyday bigotry and be happy with friends and a band i adore. i don't have much of an answer for you besides whatever you feel is rooted in truth and you don't have to feel bad about feeling uncomfortable. you choose how you engage with this. I'm always here to talk.

[thestalwartheart]

Are you still accepting prompts? If yes, then how about: Closer?

Could be Closer as in Closer by Josef Salvat (a favorite of mine that always makes me think of Q and Bond) or just plain Closer for you to work your magic on ☺️

Love,

Mia

Hello!

I'm so sorry you've waited ages for this. I was so close with it so many times, but it took me until today to crack it.

Again, it's longer than I'd usually make these (1750ish words), so feel free to read on AO3 if you'd prefer. Under the cut for those who'd rather read here.

(Oh, and the gif doesn't mean this is related to Spectre - it's not. You can ignore all timelines in canon! I just liked the mood.)

Enjoy! 🥰

it gets the better of me.

Bond and his Quartermaster get on well. They’re two different beasts; one a grand old warship and the other a stinging cyber virus. And yet, they have enough in common with each other for there to be a pull. Bond is familiar with the chemistry that constantly brings two people into the same orbit, and he feels it with Q. He and Bond both share a taste for the finer things, and they’ve recognised each other as a luxury worth having.

All right, Bond might be a bit ahead of the game on that last point.

The Quartermaster is easy to read but much harder to get to know. Bond spends weeks trying to hack into his file to no avail, then even longer trying to draw information out of him over Q branch benches, pub tables and on Q’s lovely, surprisingly old-fashioned couch.

He doesn’t find out much, but one thing does become immediately apparent: Q is easily scared away.

He draws back from every intentional touch Bond initiates. Each laugh or genuine smile he gives is short-lived and quickly shut away. Bond’s asked him to dinner a dozen times and been rebuffed kindly after every invitation. In the aftermath, Q withdraws a little further until, like sinking into gravity, he’s drawn in again.

But he is drawn in. Q banters with him like it’s going out of style. He orders an extra helping of his takeaway dinners when they’re both working late. On the rare occasion where they both make it to work drinks, Bond will occasionally feel the touch of Q’s hand on his leg as he drunkenly explains some technical concept. During the many comfortable stretches of silence between them, Bond will sometimes see him open his mouth and then close it again, shaking off whatever compulsion has come over him.

It’s a dance; one Bond is happy to keep moving to as long as Q is. And until Bond’s latest dinner invitation, he would have said Q was content with dancing too.

“If you think I’m about to compromise my career to have an office fling, you’re more of an idiot than I thought you were,” Q snaps. His hands are clutching a throwing knife, knuckles white.

Stupidly, Bond feels offended. Juvenile as it is, it takes an enormous effort to keep his expression even, and he’s not entirely sure he manages it. He’s being hypocritical, of course, because Q’s right. He’s the youngest Quartermaster in history, certainly a rare bird, and Bond has no right to a hair on his head, even if Q’s assumptions about his intentions aren’t entirely correct.

It doesn’t help that Bond doesn’t even know what he wants from Q, except to be closer to him. He wants to know what those dextrous hands feel like trailing over his skin, to find out what that thick mop of hair feels like between his fingers, to hear what Q’s laugh sounds like when it’s free, easy and unrestrained.

Truthfully, beyond the ability to keep talking, touching and exploring, Bond rarely knows what he wants from the people he falls for. He’s never had the luxury of time to consider anything further, but Q is either naive enough or demanding enough to ask him to consider everything.

Bond resolves not to ask again and says so to Q.

“Good,” Q replies. “See that you don’t.”

Two days later, he proffers his next professional favour from Q Branch. He receives a resigned, knowing look in response, and at the end of their fifteen-minute meeting, Bond can’t help but feel as though he’s lived up to some rather disappointing expectations.

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Despite Q’s help, the next mission goes tits up.

Bond spends two weeks in Medical with swelling to his head, three broken ribs and a stab wound. Every day involves some new kind of humiliation, and all at once, it’s very, very clear to him that he’s getting too old for this rubbish.

He feels sore and ancient when he leaves the hospital on a quiet Wednesday night. Moneypenny picks him up and gives him a look bordering on pity.

“Home?” She asks, pulling out of her parking space.

“No. Q’s.”

She stops the car at an angle that would undoubtedly frustrate any drivers behind her. There aren’t any, but he suspects she wouldn’t give a shit if there were. She twists back from looking out the rear window and squints at him.

“What are you doing, James?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business, Eve.”

She mutters something about men being idiots, and he tunes her out. He’s heard the rant before because most men are idiots, at least around MI6, Bond especially.

The drive is tense. He’d never been especially persistent with asking Moneypenny to dinner. On her first refusal after Shanghai, he’d let the matter go. Since then, oddly enough, she’s confined her flirting to her office. Whenever he meets her outside of work, she approaches him with weariness and caution, and he’s getting awfully fucking sick of it, given she still calls herself a friend.

“He came by the hospital a few times, you know,” Moneypenny says, interrupting his thoughts. “I think he likes you.”

“I know.” After a minute of silence, he looks over at her and confesses, “I like him too.”

She closes her eyes briefly. Bathed in the vivid red of a traffic light, she looks quietly mutinous. “You’re going to hurt him.”

Bond bites back a sarcastic response because even when Q isn’t in the vicinity, he deserves Bond’s honesty.

“I’m going to try very hard not to.”

He suspects there are a thousand replies she’d like to give him, but no sooner does she park the car outside Q’s house than he’s out of the car and waving her goodbye.

The sight of Q opening the door drains him of all his tension. The relief he feels at seeing him is bone-deep, and though his ribs are killing him, he’s buoyed enough by the sight in front of him to stay standing.

“Oh. 007!”

“May I come in?”

Q’s house looks the same as ever, if a touch more cluttered than it usually is. Bond has a vague, hazy memory from the hospital of Q ranting about his hours, so it’s possible he just hasn’t been home to clean. He apologises for the mess while he clears up, stuffing his arms with as many mugs, cat toys and weapons catalogues as they can hold. When he’s done, he looks around the room and gives a short, approving nod. The whole routine is so endearing that Bond can’t help himself.

“Say yes to dinner. Please.”

Q’s eyes snap to where Bond’s leaning against the couch. Hurt blazes across his face, and Bond feels it like a punch to the gut.

Christ. As if he wasn’t sore enough.

“Your audacity is breathtaking, 007.”

Bond walks over and takes him by the shoulders, trying to keep his touch light and comforting. “So I’ve been told. It doesn’t mean I’m not serious.”

“I don’t know what you want from me,” Q sighs, frustrated.

“I don’t know either,” admits Bond. “I don’t know what I want from anything in life, Q. All I know is that from the first day I met you, I wanted to spend time with you. Isn’t that enough?”

“I’ve told you before. I won’t ruin my career for an office fling.”

“I don’t want a fling.”

Q narrows his eyes. “You just said you didn’t know what you wanted.”

True enough, but he knows what he doesn’t want, which is to leave Q in the dust like a mission target. He’s got six weeks of leave lined up, which seems enough time to figure out whether he and Q can make a go of this. Maybe it’ll also be enough time to figure out whether he ever wants to pick up a gun again, though he suspects that decision was made the moment he woke up in hospital with his body feeling like one giant knife wound.

Bond’s never been one to overthink a decision, after all.

“I’ve got six weeks of medical leave. I’d like to spend it getting to know you.”

“I’m sure you already know me,” says Q, fixing his gaze somewhere near Bond’s navel.

Bond tilts his chin up.

“Some of you, maybe. But I don’t know what you do at home outside of hosting the occasional dinner party. I don’t know if you actually enjoy art or whether all that talk at the National Gallery was just posturing.”

Q snorts. “This is some way to woo a man, Bond.”

Bond ignores that. Instead, he runs his thumb over Q’s cheekbone and catalogues the way Q’s eyelashes flutter in response.

“I don’t know what you look like first thing in the morning,” Bond murmurs. “And I can wait for that, but I’d like to find out eventually.”

Q’s posture is unbearably stiff. The tension doesn’t relent until, being a competent enough spy to know when something is a lost cause, Bond lets him go. He’s got a feeling he’s cocked this up monumentally, that perhaps he cocked it up months ago by being the absolute prick Q expected him to be.

“Tell me to bugger off, and I will. I’ll never ask again.”

A long silence follows, where the only sounds Bond can hear are those of the ticking clock above Q’s fireplace and one of the cats meowing from the other room. He’s considering making his way to the door when Q grabs onto his arm. His grip is tight, as if he’s trying to draw courage from this one action alone.

Bond feels hope spark in his chest.

It dawns on him that he hasn’t felt such a thing in years, not since he saw Vesper’s bare décolletage in Venice. This time, it’s different. Slower-burning, certainly, but no less desperate.

“Forgive me,” whispers Q. “I’m not a brave man, I…”

“You’re plenty brave.”

Q gives him a cautious smile. “Well, then. There’s a lovely wine bar down the road that does excellent tapas. Does Friday at seven work?”

Bond grins, a ridiculous thing with teeth that hurts his battered face. He puts a hand over the one Q has resting on his arm and delights in the flush on the other man’s cheeks.

“Perfectly.”

[isagisyoichi]

YOU MAKE ME FEEL SPECIAL!

SYNOPSIS: niko as your boyfriend

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: niko ikki aka my boyfriend hello

WARNINGS: swearing, pretend all the boys go to the same school and they're all friends for plot, normalize not writing serious boys as someone that practically hates their s/o and never opens up to them god bless, also no such thing as ooc since we dunno shit ab him so everything i say is law. SUPER LONG LOL, it's like 2k+ words 😭

A/N: i love my boyfriend and i'm v happy about all the attention he's getting (even if he will prob will b subbed out 👎) this was fun to write bc i think he would b very soft as bf and also i hate the notion that stoic and serious = boring and detached in a relationship. also first post w the new user yayyyy rip yoichisagis an end of an era for realsies.

FOR: fox anon my beloved this one is for u😩

it takes a while for you two to get together, just because niko wants to think things through and be sure he’s making the right decision, as well as him being naturally apprehensive about this whole dating thing.

when you do eventually start going out, keep in mind you're probably his first real anything, so-

niko needs to take it slow for the first month or so because he needs time to adjust and get used to being in a relationship.

when he gets comfortable around you, niko starts to talk a lot more.

niko starts to talk about his interests more-soccer, stem stuff (idc i'll die by my hc that he's a stem boy), etc. and niko's really happy that you're genuinely interested in what he has to say :)

and as your relationship progresses, niko becomes more inclined to share his inner thoughts.

“this song is so bad, i hate it and how it's everywhere,” like, babe that sucks, but what do you want me to do, take it off the radio myself? 😭

you find out that niko’s kind of a hater LOL, but it’s okay, because it means he can be himself around you <3 and the mini debates you have with each other are fun.

he’s someone you can take shopping with you if you need a solid second opinion.

“ikki, is this cute?” you niko as you adjust the shirt you tried on in the fitting room mirror.

“no.” he’s so straight up LOL. “the blue one from earlier was better.”

“this one?”

“yeah, that one. you look really pretty in it.”

ngl though, niko’s not much of a mall person. he'd just follow you around like a little puppy LOL, but he doesn't mind too much because it's for you.

communication is important to niko!!!!! he wants someone that he can have real conversation about the things that matter to him, so he rly makes an effort to have that kind of connection with you.

niko's naturally funny but he isn't aware that he is lol.

but when he does try, i feel like his humor comes in the form of sarcasm and dry wit. likes poking fun at you here and there with a lighthearted jab.

"you're so weird, y/n," is the most common one.

niko’s naturally closed off emotionally (male aquarius 😒) but i, personally, think he’d really try and push himself to be more open with you, especially if you expressed for him to do so </3

he'd be really appreciative of someone patient and understanding of the fact that he doesn't open up easily, though.

but eventually, you become the person closest to him- niko confides in you a lot, which he’s grateful for because he usually holds everything in.

not one for pda or other lovey-dovey things in public, other than the occasional holding of hands but behind closed doors, niko’s so soft around you, it’s like he’s a completely different person.

also, i feel like niko’s real handsy with you, i get the vibe he’s super touch starved 😭

although it does take him a while to get used to physical affection, once he has, niko cannot get enough. he’s always touching you when he has no real reason to.

(and because you're his first relationship, i feel like it’s just natural that niko’s going to be kind of clingy towards you.)

“you okay, ikki?” you ask as niko suddenly wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“mhm,” he mumbles. “just wanna be close to you.”

niko likes when you sit on his lap when he’s on his computer. you can have your arms wrapped around his neck, your head resting in the crook of his neck, or you could just be on your phone or whatever, it doesn’t matter, niko just likes you near him.

you guys don’t really talk to each other when you do this, aside from niko occasionally checking up on you and asking if you need anything from him.

but other than that, you guys just enjoy each other's touch in silence. it’s one of his favorite things to do with you.

however, if you start kissing him in the middle of whatever he’s doing and keep it up for long enough, niko will drop everything to make out with you right then and there (also one of his favorite things to do with you).

speaking of kissing- you kiss niko first.

niko would try to plan your guys first kiss out because he wants everything to be perfect.

but, he ends up taking forever to execute it because he keeps overthinking and you can only wait so long before kissing him, so you take matters into your own hands.

his kisses are sloppy and juvenile at the beginning, but he’s smart and learns quickly what you do and don’t like.

likes being kissed on his jaw and forehead the most :')

if the team ever happens to see niko kissing you, they're gonna be so annoying 😭

"yooo niko's making big moves ‼️" "my son's growing up on me!😩" "good job *pats on the back*" and niko is red all over as he drags you away from them, muttering about how childish and annoying they are 😭.

but, they're all very supportive of you guys, even if they're embarrassing as hell 🙄.

they even give niko relationship advice- which luckily, he doesn’t follow (most of the time), because, let’s be honest, if you're getting unsolicited dating tips from a bunch of teenage boys, it’s probably bad 😭.

you’re the only person niko shows his forehead to. just know that having the opportunity to see it means that niko trusts you more than anyone else :’)

repay his trust by kissing his forehead lovingly and showering him with compliments whenever you can !!!!!!!!!!

“y/n, why’re you so embarrassing,” niko says under his breath, blushing as you hold his face and litter soft kisses on his forehead, rambling about how cute he is.

always looks for you in the bleachers when he has a game and you’re always the first person he talks to after.

and the fact that you make an effort to come as often as you can means sooo much to him. definitely considers you to be his biggest fan.

real classy with nicknames- uses “my love/love,” and “darling,” the most.

his favorite petname from you is "pretty boy." gives him butterflies each time he hears it.

the first time you call him that, he's confused, but after you explain that being called pretty is basically the highest compliment a boy can receive, he gets all soft on you.

only uses instagram to like and comment on your pictures and that's it 😭.

comments stuff like “you're so pretty” and "beautiful," without any emojis because niko refuses to use them LOL.

remembers the compliments you give him! they help with his self esteem and i feel like he values your opinion a lot.

so, tell him all about how cute and smart and talented and hot and funny he is and how much you love him and he'll replay it in his head 24/7.

i think he prefers to be the big spoon, unless he's sad- then he really wants you to hold him.

niko gives me homebody vibes, so expect relaxed dates, but still nice, yk?

what i mean is niko's not gonna take you out to get gas station food and call it a day 😭 he's classier than that and he always puts in effort towards dates.

he always plans them ahead of time and takes into consideration what he thinks you'd enjoy. and he insists on paying 🤗.

but, niko always does something special for days like your birthday or an anniversary, like go somewhere fancy if you wanted to or buy a nice gift you've been eyeing for a while.

helps you with your schoolwork, 100%. most of the time niko tutors you because he wants you to actually learn the material, but if you're feeling lazy and just wanna get it over with, niko will just give you the answers.

this is a big deal because i love him and all but, niko gives me the vibe he's super stingy with his work 😭.

"this is the last time i'm going to just give you the answers, y/n." niko sighs out. "you have to start doing your homework by yourself."

niko's said that dozen of times but he's still giving you the answers free of charge. can you guys say #whipped 🤣?

LOL speaking of school, if you ever text him during class, i highly doubt that niko would entertain you 😭😭 (it's out of love, though)

y/n 💗: hiii baby imy 🥰

pretty boy: do your work, y/n.

y/n 💗: ALL I DID WAS SAY HI

pretty boy: pay attention.

y/n 💗: fine ur so lame 👎

pretty boy: whatever you say. i miss you too, by the way.

he likes to moves your hair out your face because he wants to see your pretty face better.

which is why you have to do the same with him 🥰!!!!!! makes him blush like crazy.

gets soooo soft when you post him or even take pictures of you and him together :') just the thought of you wanting to show him off makes him soooo happy.

he won't entertain you if you make a tiktok, though LOL. he's very stubborn in his belief that it's stupid.

just stands in the background with his arms crossed if you try to make him do a dance or something 😭 (he does think you look cute, though).

niko has such nice eyelashes but i doubt he's aware of it 'cause he's, y'know, a boy 🙄.

"my eyelashes are ... cute?" he questions. niko wasn't even aware that such a trivial thing like his eyelashes could be considered cute.

"yes, oh my god," you gush. "they're so long and nice, i wish mine were like that," you groan, examining yours through the camera of your phone.

"you're so weird, y/n," he says, a blush staining his cheeks. "your eyelashes are nicer," he mumbles as he kisses your forehead.

he's one of those people that prefers to be alone, but you're the exception. you know?

niko likes to keep to himself most of the time, but that whole thing doesn't apply to you, because he'd choose to be with you over being alone anytime :')

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I'm probably the last person who follows this blog to found out it's discontinued but I just wanted to say I'll miss it. I enjoyed the journey and the story. Even if I was a bit, or probably "bit", scared to participate much. I wish I knew sooner so that I could bid you guys farewell and safe travels and all that fun stuff with everyone else, but instead you guys are probably all packed up and ready to go and you guys are just finalizing everything and finishing up the final responses to questions like these.

I truly do wish you guys the best of luck with... whatever you guys plan to do next. What are your guys' plans now that this isn't giving unnecessary stress?

Also why do I feel like, throughout the entire story and even now, the a could just be screaming from all the chaos? Seriously I kind of just felt like it would make sense. Like all the newbies freaking out and all the characters just walking freely or something and the people the have been working there for a long time sip on some coffee or similar beverage and do paperwork like it's an average Tuesday.

Sorry if it's long. I just wanted to get everything out since I'm making this on October 30th and it felt like a "speak now or forever hold your peace" thing. ^^'

This might have been the last thing I was expecting to see in the inbox, but we do appreciate your words. Even if you weren't here long, we're still happy to have you.

We genuinely did like the story that we had come up with, so I might give a summary of each of the acts tomorrow as a sendoff before the final post. I actually have written out parts of the CCC(a) plot or generally things about it in my free time, such as a creepy instructional type piece, and I'll likely continue to do so.

None of us have any concrete plans for things to do, at least content-wise (I mean, it's been two years, some of the mods are in college or are in the midst of applying, so those are their plans). We still write stories all the time, coming up with new things every day. It's one of the ways we bond. There is the desire to make a webcomic, but the problem is that we're mostly writers rather than artists. I'd say "feel free to ask about them", but it would take ages to even give brief descriptions of all of your options, no matter how much we'd love to talk about them. If you really want to hear about some of them, hit me up at @owo-whats-bliss , since I kind of have a lot of it saved in my brain.

The A in CCC(a) didn’t stand for anything, and I can't remember why we chose "A" in the first place (it was merely to differentiate the canon CCC). I did occasionally put "the A in CCC(a) stands for AAAAAAAA" as the blog description, so I think your interpretation holds weight. There were horror elements, after all.

Thanks for your kind words. This blog did so much for me, helping me form bonds with others, learn how to manage stress and, to a lesser extent, manage a small team. I ended up being a sort of manager/errand boy by accident. It did a lot for all of us, even if, in the end, all it did was bring us together. I'm grateful for how my life has changed because of this.

Sorry if this seemed kind of "me me me", it's just that I'm usually the one to answer and I had a lot to say. Other mods are free to share their thoughts.

- Mod Bliss

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You and Me || Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin/Reader

Summary: It's always been you and Draco since you can remember, the invincible duo, the two of you against the world but some things have changed along the way and it's not news to any soul at Hogwarts but it's time your parents knew too. 

 Word Count: 2,8k

A/N: I took a bit to finish but here it is your story @x-dratie-x. I hope you all like it! Tom Riddle is not Voldemort in this oneshot, Voldemort didn’t exist at all but the events of the first war and its consequences still is valid, but with another wizard.

Warnings: A very very slightly sexual conversation and that's all

1987  

  I didn't want to be at that dinner, I didn't want to have to listen all day long to how well I should behave because the Malfoy's were such an important family or something. 

I had plans for the week, I would go with our elf to buy more art supplies and I was allowed to spend the day outside the house, just drawing the landscape. 

My parents never let me participate in events like this, because I might mess up, say something inappropriate for the moment, or whatever excuse they decided to make up. But out of the blue, I was told that I would have to be there. Why? I couldn't understand and I didn't even ask them, what good would it do? None. 

The day was only getting worse and worse by the hour for me, I just wanted to take off that dress and go play but I couldn't, obviously. So I did what was left to me, smile and eat politely without making any noise or comments, not that there were any comments I would like to make. I had no idea what they were talking about, it was absolutely boring. The only thing that made me feel slightly better were my own thoughts and the fact that their son was as bored as I was. 

We knew each other because of some casual encounters between our parents but never had the opportunity to talk to each other, because of course, only grown-ups talk.

But it seems that I drew the long straw after a horrible day, after dinner Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were invited to stay a little longer and I was excused along with Draco to play.  

I could hardly believe it, I wouldn't have to sit there and smile for another 45 minutes, my happiness couldn't be measured at that moment. Not even waiting for my mother to say it again, I stood up and said goodbye politely with a smile before walking up the stairs and I could hear footsteps following me somewhat hesitantly but I didn't care at the moment. 

"Come on, let's go play in my room", I exclaimed with a huge smile and threw the bow tie, which was pinning my hair, on the floor and quickly walked over to it uncaringly.

 I missed his shocked expression but as soon as we reached my door, he made sure to make it clear to me. 

"Do your parents let you do that?", the question made no sense in my head but stopping to think about it now, it makes sense, he should always be flawless. 

"They don't care as long as it's not in front of guests, you won't tell them, right?", his greyish blue eyes reflected mine and for a few seconds I thought that was a beautiful effect.

 He looked away from me and nodded slightly in agreement, his face covered in shyness and I just squealed with delight. I opened the door and pulled him inside, his hand was so cold that I thought about taking one of my jackets and handing it to him. 

"So what do you want to do? I have some toys in my closet, I'll get them", I walked happily to the door and proceeded to try to decide what I would want. Some was not the best word, there were a lot of them, far more than I would ever use. 

 I came back with a big mulberry box that I've only been able to carry within the last year and placed it on my bed but he didn't even notice, he was looking at my drawings. 

"Oh, you liked them. I wish I had done one more today, do you want to try?", I asked him and walked over to the table where my sheets were. 

"Yeah, they're not too bad", he stated nonchalantly and I didn't believe him for a moment but I chose to keep my mouth shut for once. 

 I picked up two white sheets, two quills and sat down quietly on the floor, since I didn't have two chairs for the two of us but it seems he wasn't used to that. 

"Come on, hurry up, your parents won't be here forever", I patted the seat next to me and soon he sat down as well, I noticed his posture still uncomfortable and my goal for the day turned to change that, if only for 5 minutes. 

 From that day on, we became closer and our parents obviously understood and liked that, because we were strengthening their relationship and at no point that crossed my mind. I was just happy to be supported by my parents to visit Draco. 

1991

 My Hogwarts letter had arrived some weeks ago and I hadn't let go at any point, going to Diagon Alley had become a completely different experience and I couldn't wait, but I had to because I pleaded with my and his parents so that we would go together.

But the day had finally arrived and I had to contain all my energy to not look like an out of control little girl, nothing out of the ordinary but today was more difficult because I was genuinely happy. I was always genuinely happy with my only real friend. 

"Y/N, you must hurry or we are going to be late", I could hear my mother's voice from downstairs just as I finished putting on my flats. 

 As it was a very important occasion I had chosen my favorite outfit, even my parents were a little excited too. They had told me that they had met at Hogwarts and that I would find someone from a good family at Slytherin as well. This part was completely ignored by me but they never found out about it. 

"I'm here mom, we won't be late", I said as soon as I came down the stairs and approached them without running. We were near the fireplace and I mentally thanked them for not having to apparate, because it was always a horrible experience for me.

"Okay, I'll go first and you two right after", my father made sure to announce although he always goes first when we go out like that.   

 After a few minutes, we arrived in front of Flourish & Blotts and there was the imposing Malfoy family. After a small talk in which I had no interest in paying attention to, we all went inside and we were finally able to talk while our parents were engaged in a conversation with the attendant. 

"I've already said it once and I'll say it again, I honestly don't understand how you're not that excited, it's Hogwarts", I whispered to him as we walked through the messy shelves full of books. 

"It doesn't seem like a great thing after hearing it so many times", I could clearly see that there was something more there, I had known him long enough to know that and also that he wouldn't tell me easily. 

"Okay, so you're telling me that you're not the least bit excited to leave Malfoy Manor to start your life?", his lips twitched trying to hold back a smile, his eyes shifted from mine, looking for something to distract himself. 

 But I could stop him, my cunning little hands went to his waist tickling that area before he could prevent me from doing so. That was enough to make him laugh, although he denied that he was ticklish every time I asked. 

This attack did not end well for me, because revenge existed in his vocabulary and was even overused. I had to run, as fast as I could, and it still didn't work. 

And why? Because I went to a dead end corridor upstairs, I had never even visited the second floor of that store, the day I went there I had to get unlucky. 

In short, I was attacked twice more without mercy, my glasses almost got broken and we were so noisy that the owner gave us a scolding and our parents did the same as soon as we left with our packages, but this was not enough to ruin the day and our good mood. 

1993

 It was already expected that we would both end up in Slytherin, which was great because we didn't have to be separated, on the opposite, we became closer than ever. It also didn't take long to form our group of friends, actually not more than a month but the thing that made us truly close started in the third year when I had a genius idea. 

We all had a reason to dislike Harry, mine was nowhere near Draco's, no one's was but we shared it anyway. It was always fun to pick fights with him, make pranks and get him into trouble on purpose, so why not make it a little game? It was so easy that the idiots, Crabbe and Goyle understood the first few times, you can't expect more than that from them, and this was certainly a record for both. 

The game had three main objectives: 

- Take the most materials from Harry or his friends: ink, quill, books, whatever they were carrying would be a prize and would get a point.

- See him or his friends more often, with the intention of spying on them just for fun, of course. It could be in class or in the corridors, each time would be an extra point. 

- Pick fights with him or his friends, each minute was worth one point and to be proven, had to have someone to confirm it. 

 Of course, there was no room for lies, and I made sure to put a spell on our board to prevent this. Yes, I had made a small board that stayed with me but each team wrote down their own score.

To make it more fun, we split up into pairs. Draco and I, Pansy and Blaise, Grabbe and Goyle, Astoria and Millicent and Tom and Theo.

And finally, the best part, whoever had the most points at the end of the year would win 5 galleons from each person, as well as having a celebration party financed by the losers.  

Needless to say, Draco and I always won since the day I created the game. Our friends always complained about us playing dirty but it was never necessary and deep down they knew it, it must be hard to lose every year so I don't judge them.  

1995

"Are they still complaining?", I remained with my eyes closed, it was comfortable to lie curled up against Draco on the couch in the common room. We had two free classes, which was being put to good use to get some rest after a year of N.O.M.S. and a devastating victory in our little game.

"They'll get over it when we come back in September, I guess.... You're missing the best part", his voice came out whispered directly into my ear and I couldn't help but smile.      

 I didn't need to see the scene to know what was going on, Tom and Theo blaming each other for the defeat, everyone standing back from them because no one wants to get involved in their ego battle and our other friends trying not to laugh because it was a funny scene, even if they didn't know it.

"They're taking longer than last time...", I commented slightly annoyed by the noise. I had no idea what had happened to me, because usually I spent the afternoon celebrating my victory but not today. 

"Let's get out of here, you seems so good", he hadn't even completed his sentence when I agreed and painfully got up to go to his room. 

 But before I could take two steps, I felt his arms go around my waist and legs, leading me up the stairs in a bridal style.

I smiled wider and snuggled into his arms, enjoying more of the warmth and good feeling it gave me until we reached the bed.

"Thanks honey, I don't know what happened today", I commented under my breath as soon as he had me lying on the bed, but I knew it was a lie.

"Are you sure? This isn't related to the fact that our parents will know about our relationship in a few days?", I hoped he would pretend he didn't know but that wasn't the case, I wasn't going to be able to run away from the subject.

"It's just that I don't like them meddling in our lives, of course I have nothing against your parents, I'll love to be introduced as your girlfriend but my parents will be twice as unbearable", I sighed and hugged the blond once more, if there was one thing that made me better it was this. 

"Like my mom isn't going to start a 3 year planning for our wedding after she finds out, but at least they'll be used to it by the end of the summer and we won't have to go through this again", he began to fiddle with my hair and curl the strands between his fingers, slowly my shoulders relaxed and a considerable chunk of my worry faded away.

"Yes, I think so but it's going to be a lot harder for us to be alone now. You definitely won't be stepping foot in my room like you did when we used to play together", the memories flooded back and I felt him smile too, it had been a while since this had escaped my thoughts. 

"I don't need to worry about that, we slept together for almost the entire year at Hogwarts and they can't do anything about it and we'll keep doing it", I couldn't see him since my face was buried in his neck, but the perfect image of his mischievous grin formed in my head. 

 "The question is, will you survive for two months without me? Because I don't see that happening", I teased with a huge smirk as I turned to look him in the eye. 

"It won't happen because your father won't be enough to stop me love and I'll make sure you don't have to resort to your hands, because we know it wouldn't be enough", smugness was all over his face and as much as I searched for an answer to that, I didn't have one. Not in the first few seconds. 

"Good love, that's good because I'm sure your hands wouldn't do a better job either. In fact, I'd be a little worried if they actually still work, in case we get separated", I had managed to wipe the smirk off his face but I also knew it wouldn't stay that way, revenge was still an overused word in his vocabulary. 

 A week later, there I was on one of the Hogwarts Express cars with Draco, since we couldn't fit all our friends there anyway, we decided to enjoy the last hours of freedom we had together. 

And how quickly it went by, one moment I was chatting with my boyfriend while my puppy slept peacefully in her travel bed and the next, we had arrived and a wave of students were trying to get through the doors at the same time. 

We stepped off the train holding hands, while I carried only my baby in the other, and this detail did not escape the trained eyes of our parents who were talking side by side but as soon as they noticed us they stopped.

"For Merlin's sake, you two finally decided to listen to me and are in a relationship now?", my mother's eyes sparkled with excitement and I could already hear her voice asking me all sorts of embarrassing questions. "Narcisa, our family is finally becoming one, this is the best news I could ever receive", she could jump for joy now but because of the good posture of a London high society woman, she did not do that.

"How about dinner at our house today? We have a good reason to celebrate," I had seen his mother smile at me several times but even Lucius Malfoy seemed satisfied enough to show a little bit of his teeth, which is indeed shocking.

 My parents agreed to the idea immediately and only one look was exchanged between Draco and me, it only took a single look to know that we both acknowledged it would be an insufferable night. 

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