#enchantment guide x sleepy traveler

[chaoticearthquakedefendor]

I figured that I should make a short comic about these two.

[momonyu]

ocean pull

eustass kid x reader

kid accidentally wakes you up

mentions of sex but nothing happens

0.7k words

a/n: yes i wrote another fic that takes place at night because i am in my late night lovey dovey feels oKAY

as if something has called him out of his slumber, kid finds himself awake. he could be convinced that it's a siren who's woken him up, singing a song that blurs the line between infatuation and wonder.

it's a line he's familiar with, for he — and his long list of friends-with-benefits and almost-lovers — have been there countless times before. but kid has always been careful because he knows he could fumble over that line and fall headfirst into the waters.

wouldn't that be the worst?

the rhythm of the tide echoes through the window and, for a second, kid thinks that maybe sirens are real.

because when he rolls on his side, he’s met with your sleeping face — so pretty and coy that even those wicked beauties of the ocean would be jealous.

kid has been drawn to you, like a ship to the waves, since the day you met. lying here in your bed, he reaches out to ghost your hickeys that match his own. he surprises himself with how tender his touch is — far softer than what he’s used to — and, maybe it’s the sleep talking, but he doesn’t hate it.

you stir in your sleep, a minor interruption to your tiny, steady breaths. the action sparks a cascade of curiousity in kid's mind — if you're this enchanting when you're asleep, what are you like in the morning?

are you cranky and adorable, or do you awake with sultry and sleepy eyes? what if you were to wake up next to him, with a small smile and a half-asleep good morning, baby? would you greet him with a kiss that tastes like lingering dreams?

kid would give anything to know — and maybe, in a few hours, he will.

"hey, you okay?"

kid is pulled out his reverie when you drape your arm across him, fingertips resting along his bicep. so lost in his thoughts, he didn't even realize that you've woken up. he falls into your eyes, surprisingly steady for having been sleeping only moments ago.

“‘m fine,” he says but you don't look convinced. you purse your lips and kid thinks,

god, you're cute.

he brushes hair out of your face, and instinctively, you lean into his touch. his heart stirs, buoyant in his chest, as he adds, “i’m happy.”

it’s happiness that he feels, much more profound than anything he's ever felt with his past lovers. actually, he wouldn't even dare to call his previous partners "lovers" anymore.

he realizes now that sex was just sex before you. with you, every intimate moment travels beyond lust. it travels to a place of yearning, a place of longing that doesn’t feel uncomfortable or painful at all.

it feels like home.

as he traces the curves of your face, your half-moon eyes, your beautiful smile that guides him home, he realizes that this is where he was meant to be — what he needed all along.

an emotion that tethers him to something true and sincere, that anchors him beyond the physicality that he's so used to.

you nuzzle into his chest and kid finds his place in your embrace. the sheets tangle further between you, and kid lets himself return to falling — falling back towards slumber, falling deeper into you. he feels the pull of your ocean and, like a true pirate would, he follows the currents.

“good,” you say. you smile against his bare skin, fingers searching for all the places you've marked him. “now let me sleep, or i'll force you into a second round.”

he chuckles, “pretty sure i’d fuck you straight to sleep.”

“always so crass.”

you relax in kid’s arms, sleep seeping into your teasing words, “also, it’s called ‘making love’, ya dumb pirate.”

love, kid repeats to himself.

this could be love, kid thinks. and maybe the idea of it should scare him more, but right now, with you all around him and his heart in your hands, he thinks that love doesn’t seem so bad.

maybe i wouldn’t mind love if it’s with you.

[yutahoes]

Play Pretend

pairing : co-worker! Yuta Nakamoto x Reader

summary : You need to go to your family on a holiday and Yuta has no where to go. Will your little pretend turn into something more?

genre : fluff

warning : mention of cigarette (please, it's bad for your health)

word count : 2.1k words

taglist : @ailoveyuta @aiforyuu @yutazen01 @cosmiclatte28 @2-3-t-i (If you want to be tagged, please let me know. 😁)

Lunar New Year. A holiday. But this isn't just a regular holiday. Since it is the start of the year in Asian culture, you have to go home to Jeollanam for a family gathering. You're too old for this. You only go to these gatherings when you are young because of the money. But now that you're a grown-up, this doesn't entice you at all.

Additional to your dilemma were your relatives who kept asking when you're getting married. You don't even have time to date because of your 8-5 office work. How do they expect that you to get married?

You listened to your mom's rambling on the phone, about the importance of family and why you should make it to the family gathering when the door opened, and out came one of your co-workers. Yuta lit a cigarette, even offering you one that made you shake your head. The distraction made you stir away from your mother's voice. "And I found you a date for Valentine's." Your eyes widened in surprise. Oh, it is Valentine's Day on Sunday. But what? She found what? “He’s a doctor in the clinic. Such a charmer, you’ll like him.”

You love your mom, you do. But her tastes in men are really out of this world. Besides, how many times had she been setting you up for a date? And none of it worked up well. “Mom, I have a boyfriend.” You lied through your teeth and you saw how the guy beside you scoffed. “I can’t go to Jeollanam and be back in Seoul on Sunday so I’ll skip this year, hmm?” You whined when she said no. “Eomma…” You called. “But I bought sexy lingerie for him.” Yuta chuckled.

“Yah!” Your mom shouted that startled you, almost dropping your phone. “Bring your boyfriend here in Jeollanam before you get naked for him.” And you swore even the person next room could hear her voice. She dropped the call before you could say anything.

Annoyed, you leaned on the railing of your office rooftop. You just dug a bigger hole for yourself. You need to go home and bring a boyfriend. Yuta laughed offering you the cigarette again before you took one and just placed it between your lips. You’re really not the smoking kind but it seemed tempting, like wanting to transfer your annoyance somewhere.  

"How sexy exactly is that lingerie?" You glared at him that made him chuckle. Yuta had been in your department for months now and you grew a little close to him since you're the same age. But this guy is trouble. A complete rebel who has the reputation of dating different girls weekly. "You should just go home since it's a long weekend."

You realized that unlike you who can only travel for 4 hours to see her family, he's pretty much lonely in Korea. "What are you going to do this holiday?" He answered that he'll probably just stay at home and watch movies all day since some establishments will be closed. "Netflix and chill?"

Yuta chuckled. "Just Netflix." You feigned a shock as he put the cigarette on the ashtray. "I do wish I can go to Osaka just this weekend." He might have missed his family. Working in a foreign land is honestly hard so you kind of understand why Yuta is like this.

You smiled, leaning your back on the railing as you put the unlighted cigarette on the ashtray. "I wish you could." You muttered under your breath. "Maybe I can come with you and escape my family." You said unconsciously that made him look at you.

A lightbulb pinged in your head. You cannot escape them yet you can still save face. "Yuta, do you want to come with me to Jeollanam?" You asked that made him raise an eyebrow at you. "It's harmless. You don't have anything to do tomorrow anyway." You explained. "Just pretend to be my boyfriend then we'll go back on Saturday and you'll have your date on Sunday." He laughed at that. "Help me, Yuta."

"You want to introduce me to your family as your boyfriend?"

"A pretend boyfriend." You corrected.

He stared at you for a while and you're suddenly scared that he might say no. "What if your family looks for me after this pretend date?"

You shook your head. "They wouldn't care."

"Okay. Sure." You were surprised. Did he say yes? "But you'll have to let me see that sexy lingerie." He teased you and made you punch his arm, laughing.

It's still early in the morning yet you're waiting for Yuta in front of the station to start the four-hour ride to Jeollanam. To your surprise, he looked different. Well, it's the first time you saw him outside of the office and just in his casual clothes. He does look handsome. No wonder girls fall for his charm. Evident was how a group of teenagers giggled at the sight of him. Such a player.

You walked to the train first but he took your lavender-colored backpack, slinging it on his shoulder. "What should I call you? Baby? Babe? Darling?" You rolled your eyes at that. You just wanted to sleep, not to be pissed off by Yuta. "Are you sleepy?" You nodded as you sat down on the assigned seat on the train. He guided your head to lay on his shoulder. "Just sleep, darling."

It was a long ride before, something you really hated. But now, you felt as if you were energized because of sleep. When you woke up, you were hugging Yuta's arm and he just chuckled when you sat up straight, avoiding his eyes. The moment the train stopped at your destination, he held your hand so as to not lose you in the crowd. There was a tingly feeling yet you just convinced yourself that Yuta is somewhat different from the office one.

When you reach your home, you give a heavy sigh. "Y/N!" Your mom called then stopped when she saw a certain man beside you. "Yah, Y/N brought a man home." She shouted that made Yuta snicker.

Your family loved Yuta. They had endless questions about him being Japanese and his hobbies. When your dad found out that he likes to hike, he invited him to hike the Jirisan mountain that startled you. He never invited you to hike with him. What's with this sudden bonding?

Other relatives were welcoming to him and he even helped your cousins make dumplings. "Hyung, what do you like about noona?" One of your cousins asked which made you look at him in surprise. What the hell is that question? Why are they embarrassing you like this?

Before you can scold the younger one, Yuta smiled. "Your noona works well and she's pretty." He then looked at you, winking. God, Yuta is so handsome. "Can you pass me the pepper, love?" You only stared at him. What did he just call you? "Love, hey." He called waving a hand in front of you. "Are you alright?"

"Noona, your face is red."

"Do you want to go inside?" One of your aunts asked but you just shook your head. You took the pepper then handed it to Yuta who just gave you a smile. That really enchanting smile. No, it can't be. You shouldn't think too much of that smile.

Even at dinner, the topic on the table is you and Yuta that made you annoyed. They're enjoying this so much. "Yuta, you can sleep in Y/N's room." Your mom claimed that made you choke on the water you were drinking. What? "Why? Didn't you wear that sexy lingerie for him?"

Yuta had to smirk then turned to you. "Did you, love?" And oh my god, he's also enjoying this.

It's not the first time that you're sharing a room with a guy, especially a bed. But you were so nervous when Yuta slipped on the bed next to you. He was chuckling at your embarrassed face that you hit him with your pillow. "We'll go back to Seoul first thing in the morning."

"We can't." He revolted. "I promised abeoji that we're hiking tomorrow morning." Abeoji? He called your dad abeoji? "You know, your family isn't bad. I feel bad that we had to pretend like this." You nodded then pursed your lips. You just lay down on the bed, turning to the side to not face him then covered your body with a blanket. Why is it so cold?

You felt warm when he suddenly hugged you from behind that surprised the hell out of you. "I feel like your mom is just going to peek on the door. Just let me hug you to sleep." He whispered against your ear that sent shivers down your spine. You could hear your heart drumming hard against your chest and you hold your breath, scared that he may hear it. "Love, just go to sleep."

It was the first time that you cannot sleep properly in this place. The room which you had since young and that is all because of Yuta's warmth. You were even awake when his alarm rang so early. "Did I wake you up?" He asked in a sleepy voice then grinned at you. "I'll just prepare for hiking. Go back to sleep." You didn't know if it was a dream but you felt him kiss your forehead.

It was almost 9 in the morning when you went down to eat. Your aunts were giving you side glances even teasing about you and Yuta hugging while sleeping. He is right, they came in to check on you. "He's such a dream, Y/N." One even noted.

He is, isn't he? He's so gentle, so warm. You smiled to yourself. It isn't bad that you brought Yuta here. You just found out a new side of him that is truly endearing.

When they returned from their hike, it was almost afternoon. You can now go back to Seoul but Yuta was the one who begged you to stay for one more night since his body is sore from hiking. To your surprise, your dad told him that they should hike another mountain next time and Yuta agreed. There is a next time? You raised an eyebrow at him when he started carrying your younger cousin on his back. You should have been back to Seoul.

You were quiet the whole time that you said goodbye to your family and Yuta understood that you might have missed them already. But it's not. It's just that Yuta is shaking you that you don't know what to tell him. You don't know what to say. Your family loved him. They'll hate you if you come back next Lunar New Year without Yuta, worse with another guy. And you're annoyed at Yuta who promised your family that he'll come to visit some other time.

Going back to Seoul is an eye-opener. You are not Yuta's girlfriend. This is just a pretense. And your lives are coming back in order once you reach the Seoul Station. You were walking so slow that he had to hold your hand again just to get you out of the train in time. You wanted time to stop. You wanted to stay in Jeollanam for another day and be Yuta's pretend girlfriend.

"Thank you for inviting me to come with you." He said that made you stare at him, nodding. "Your family is really great, Y/N."

You smiled. That's such a compliment. "Yeah, they really like you." You whispered and he smiled. The silence stretched between the two of you, hoping that time could rewind. You hope it's Lunar New Year again. How could you like the holiday that you despised earlier this week?

"Oh." You remembered, seeing the bright red balloons scattered outside the station. It's Valentine's Day. You took something from your bag and handed it to Yuta. "We made that yesterday so I don't know how it would taste." You claimed eyeing the small box of hand-made chocolate.

Yuta chuckled. "You know, in Japan, giving chocolates to a guy is a sign of confession." You glared at him, taking back the chocolate but he just chuckled while shaking his head. "I'll do better on White Day."

"Don't be bothered, it's not…"

"I do hope it is." He stepped forward that you had to step back but he held your waist to pull you closer. "Shall we make this real, Y/N?" You gulp at the question, scared that this might be Yuta teasing you again.

But he smiled which made you weak on your knees. You nodded and his smile grew wider. You felt your breath hitch against your throat. He's handsome. "Dating on Valentine's Day is so cliché." He claimed taking your hand. "Let's just Netflix and Chill." You laughed. Suddenly excited for this real, budding relationship.

Happy Lunar New Year! 🎉🎉

[harrytpotter]

RIGHT PLACE, WRONG TIME — Part VI

Plot: Y/N finds herself trapped in a time in which she doesn’t belong only to learn that maybe that was her place all along.

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,2K.

Right Place, Wrong Time Masterlist.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update RPWT, I was kinda stuck with this as I had a few ideas as where to go with this story so I was debating which one to choose. Hope you guys like this chapter, it was my favorite to write so far! :)

You were climbing the stairs of the Astronomy Tower at late night, a piece of parchment kneaded into your hand. You felt an unsettling tension in the air as you approached the door and closed your fingers around the handle. Something wasn’t right. A voice in the back of your head screamed desperately at you, commanding you to leave immediately and return to the safety of your dorm. You brushed the feeling and the voice off as you thought about the message you’ve got.

Y/N, please, meet me on the top of the Astronomy Tower. I’m in trouble. You’re the only one who can help me. Please. Come alone.

Wormtail

Peter was your friend and he needed you. You could feel the urge arising from the letters as you read the letter. It felt like a crying for help, a suffocated scream. You could never turn your back on the fourth Marauder, you knew he’d always be there for you and everyone. Even if he was acting all sketchy and gloomy lately.

A lump starts to form in your throat as you start to rotate the black knob, a chilly stream of air making your hair stand on end. Sighing, you opened the door at once, finding Peter staring at the school grounds in the other end of the room.

“Wormy?” You called softly, gazing at his back.

Peter sighed heavily, almost in disappointment, as he heard your voice. The short boy slowly lowered his head and faced the floor hesitantly.

“Wormy?” You repeated, a little firmly than before. “What’s going on?”

“Y/N...” he muttered with a shaky voice before turning to face you.

Peter had tears rolling down his face and pointed his wand at you with a trembling hand. He looked like a complete mess.

“Peter what are you doing?” You widened your eyes as you rose your arms, trying to make a sense out of this situation.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry...” he mumbled amidst a sob. “I didn’t wanna do this... I didn’t... I didn’t want to... please, believe me.”

“You don’t have to do this, Pete. Whatever this is that you think you have to, you don’t,” you furrowed your brows as you tried to reason with him, cursing yourself mentally for having left your wand back at your dorm.

“I have to!” He screamed in despair suddenly. “I have to! If I don’t to this, he’ll kill you. The Dark Lord will kill you and I both!”

“The Dark Lord? Peter what have you done?” Your nostrils inflated out of shock and fear. “Are you working for him?”

“I... I am, I’m sorry,” he cried harder. “Mulciber recruited me, they... they made me feel powerful... they made me feel special.”

“Peter you can’t trust them. This isn’t you! You’re my friend!” You started to shout as you felt the tears rolling furiously down your face.

“I am! I am your friend! You have been nothing but kind to me ever since we met!” He sobbed. “That’s why I am here. He wants me to kill you, Y/N! Kill you!”

“Wormy... please don’t do this...” you whispered terrified.

“I’m sorry, Y/N...” he said before raising his wand and cast a spell.

Your vision was blurred from the tears, you couldn’t see anything. You couldn’t hear anything. You didn’t even hear the spell he used. The only thing you could see were the faces of James, Sirius, Remus, Lily and Marlene. And then you saw nothing but darkness. A deafening but peaceful darkness.

You are awakened by a sudden nudge as Lily worriedly lifted your torso and hugged you.

“Shh, you’re okay, it was just a bad dream,” she whispered into your ear as you hugged her back as tightly as you could, gasping for air as the tears streamed down your eyes.

“I- I...” you mumbled, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Lily just hugged you in silence until you were feeling calmer. The redhead caressed your hair as she guided you through a breathing exercise.

“I need to speak to Dumbledore,” you said firmly as your breathing normalized.

“Y/N, it’s three in the morning. The Headmaster is probably asleep by now. We can go talk to him first thing in the morning.”

“No, Lils. It’s urgent, I have to speak to him now,” you got out of her embrace and hopped out of bed, putting on your shoes.

“Y/N! Wait!” Lily exclaimed behind you as she followed you out of the room to the stairs of the boys’ dormitory. “Where are you going?”

“I need the map and James’ invisibility cloak,” you answered her without even turning around, climbing the stairs to the door of their room.

Opening the door carefully, you entered the Marauders room and went straight to James’ bed, bending on the floor and pulling his trunk from underneath it.

“Are you just gonna raid his stuff?” Lily hissed at you from the door.

“Yes! Come help me, please!” You hissed back, opening his trunk as quietly as you could.

Lily helped you to go through James’ stuff as you searched his trunk for the enchanted piece of parchment and his invisibility cloak.

“Eww!” Lily exclaimed as she lifted disgustingly a piece of underwear you had thrown in the air and ended up landing on her shoulder.

“Sorry!” You widened your eyes apologetically as you grabbed the underwear and tossed it back inside his trunk.

“Y/N? Lily? What the bloody hell are you two doing?” James’ sleepy voice startled you. 

The messy-haired boy sit on his bed as he picked his glasses up from his nightstand and put them on. He then stared confused to the two of you.

“I’m just helping her!” Lily shrugged quickly.

“She is. I just need to borrow the map and your invisibility cloak, please,” you sighed, closing your eyes thoughtfully for a brief moment.

“Sure, you-“ he trailed off as he took a good look on your face, stained from the tears. “What happened love? Were you crying?”

As tears suddenly began to float once again down your eyes and you failed to answer, Lily said, “she had a nasty nightmare. I woke her up when I saw her shaking and mumbling.”

James kneeled down on the floor in front of you and took you in his arms, hugging you tightly. You rested your forehead in the crook of his neck as you returned his hug with equal force.

“You’re okay, I’m here love,” he whispered into your ear, caressing your hair and planting a kiss on the top of your head.

James had an unmatched calming effect on you so it didn’t take long for you to feel at ease and able to process your thoughts once again.

“Thank you, Jamie,” you kissed his shoulder and took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar smell of his shampoo and his musky cologne.

“I can always leave if you two need some privacy,” Lily teased and you could sense her smirk by the tone of her voice.

“That would be nice actually, thank you Evans,” James laughed.

“Aren’t the two of you delightfully funny?” You said sarcastically as you let go of James and stood on your feet. “The map and the cloak please?”

Winking at you, James stood up as well and quickly grabbed them from a drawer and handed them to you.

“Why do you need them anyway?” He asked with a brow furrowed.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!” You exclaimed at the map, touching it with your wand. “I need to speak to Dumbledore,” you added, unfolding the parchment and placing it in James’ bed.

“You do realize it’s three in the morning, right?” James asked casually as he fished his trunk for clean clothes.

“Yes,” you stared at the map looking for Dumbledore’s footprints but studied James with your peripheral vision. “What are you doing?”

“Putting some clothes to go with you, of course,” he shrugged as he guided himself to the bathroom.

“I’m coming too!” Lily said quickly.

“Neither of you are!” You quirked a brow at her.

“Oh but I am! Don’t know about Evans, but I come with the cloak, sorry love,” James shouted from inside the bathroom.

“Would you keep it down? You’re going to awake Remus and Sirius!” You hissed at him, getting closer to the bathroom door.

James opened the door suddenly and you had to dodge it in order to avoid being hit, falling straight into his arms. He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you against him to help you not to lose your balance.

“Thank you,” you whispered after a while, lost in his hazel eyes. You could feel his warm breath on your face, engulfing you, and your thoughts involuntarily travelled back to the passionate kiss you had shared a few weeks back.

“Love?” James sighed heavily after a while.

“Y- yeah?!” You mumbled back.

“I know you’re dating Diggory, so if you don’t want me to kiss you right now, you need to get away from me,” he said as he rested his forehead in yours, his eyes closed and his breathing unsteady. One of his hands were now cupping your right cheek and you realized you had pinned him against the wall.

“Oh, Godric!” You panicked as you let go of him, your cheeks heating up furiously. “James I’m so sorry!”

“You have nothing to apologize for love,” he reassured you. “And L/N... you look even cuter when you blush,” he added, winking at you and approaching the bed to pick up the cloak you had left alongside the map.

Your cheeks were burning and you were sure you looked as red as Lily’s hair.

“Oh. My. God!” Lily muttered soundless as you looked at her. She had a satisfied grin on and was buzzing at the scene she had just witnessed.

“Shut up!” You muttered back and rolled your eyes, joining James afterwards.

“So, Dumbledore is pacing inside his office... Merlin, does he ever sleep?” James furrowed his eyebrows in the most adorable way.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the comment he had made, staring sweetly at him.

“What?” He smiled.

“Well, let’s just say I’m glad you exist, Potter,” you said, noticing he blushed at your words.

“Right back at you, L/N,” he smiled at you with adoration stamped on his face.

After staring sweetly at you for a while, James took the invisibility cloak in his hands and got closer to you — your faces almost touching for the second time that night — straightening his arms behind you to stretch it out.

“What are you doing?” You asked with a dumbfounded look as you felt his arms brush the sides of your waist when you rested your hands on his chest to keep a minimal distance between the two of you. Your body tensed up just at his slightest touch.

“Don’t worry, love. Even though I really want to, I’m not gonna do anything to you,” he whispered, his eyes piercing yours with a burning longing. James then lifted the cloak above you and him without breaking eye contact when a sudden clear of a throat snapped the two of you out of your own little world.

“Oh, Evans! Right! Let’s go,” he addressed Lily and held the cloak high for her to join you two.

“You know what? I’m feeling a little sleepy, you two go,” she said with a teasing grin, not waiting for an answer to leave.

“Guess it’s just you and me then, love,” James shrugged with a smile before letting the cloak fall and wrap the both of you.

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 The journey to Dumbledore’s office had been a tense one. James had to walk extremely close behind you to avoid your feet from being seen in case you stumbled upon someone. This way, his hands were clutched on your waist and you could feel his breath on your neck, causing a heat wave to spread across your body.

“You alright there, love?” He asked as you shifted uncomfortably. You didn’t have to look at him to know he was grinning.

“Peachy!” You retorted ironically.

“I figured, since you seem to be enjoying all this proximity,” he teased with a laugh.

“Are you seriously flirting with me right now, James?” You rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see it.

“Have been for the entire night actually.”

You didn’t answer him nor opened your mouth until you were facing the big gargoyle that led to the Headmaster’s office.

“Bugger me,” you murmured at yourself as you got a glimpse of the secluded stairwell, getting off the invisibility cloak.

“What’s wrong, love?” James asked as he took off the cloak from himself, his right arm sliding upwards to wrap your shoulders. 

“Do you happen to know the current password so we can go up there?” You turned your head to James, a wry smile on your lips.

Before James could answer, Dumbledore’s voice waved from behind the both of you, “it would be Fawkes.”

You and James turned quickly to face him, being welcomed with a warm smile by the Headmaster.

“Professor!” James exclaimed. “We know it’s late but Y/N here needs to speak to you. It’s quite urgent, if you could please hear her out…”

“Follow me,” Dumbledore answered, sending a knowing smile your way before approaching the gargoyle stairwell. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was quite amused to see James fighting for your needs. The bare thought set your cheeks on fire.

The statue started to spin at the mere presence of the Headmaster, revealing the hidden stairs. Dumbledore went up the steps and, with a shrug at each other, you and James followed him. Nobody had said a word during the short way, until the door of Dumbledore’s office came in view.

“I believe it’s best if you wait out here, Mr Potter,” Dumbledore told James, pointing to a bench laying against the wall.

James looked at you hesitantly before nodding at Dumbledore and plopping himself down in the said bench. “I’m here if you need anything,” he told you before you followed the Headmaster into his office.

When Dumbledore closed the door behind him, you let out a sigh you didn’t even realise you were holding back and gazed to the ground.

“What’s on your mind this fine night, Miss L/N?” Dumbledore asked you kindly whilst resting his hand on your shoulder and guiding you to his desk.

Allowing the Headmaster to lead you, you started walking beside him. “I had a dream.”

“A dream?” He repeated questioningly, lifting a brow in the process.

“Well, not exactly a dream, it was more of a nightmare…” you started to explain as you finally reached the chair destined to guests placed across his desk.

“Go on,” he encouraged you as he took his own seat.

“I dreamed about Wormtail,” you said bluntly. “Peter Pettigrew,” you added at the confused look Dumbledore gave you.

Dumbledore pondered for a few seconds and, as if something had clicked inside him, his eyes widened. “I need you to tell me exactly what happened in this dream. You can’t leave anything out, Y/N.”

Nodding, you started to guide Dumbledore through your nasty nightmare. You told him everything, from the unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach as you found yourself nearing the Astronomy Tower to the sobbing mess you were once Lily woke you up. The Headmaster absorbed your every word, an unreadable expression expanding on his face as the story went on.

“This… this changes everything,” he muttered at himself, nodding whilst staring into space.

“What do you mean, Professor?” You frowned.

“Do any of the boys seem to remember about Mr Pettigrew?” He asked, blatantly ignoring your previous question.

“No, I- I don’t think so,” you shook your head. “I didn’t even remember him myself before this night, it’s like…”

“He never even existed,” he completed your sentence. “I don’t think this was a nightmare, Miss L/N.”

“Then what the bloody hell was it?” You asked him, eyes widening.

“A memory,” he whispered, staring intensely into your eyes. “Tell me something, Y/N… Do you remember about James’ and Lily’s faith?”

“Yeah, I remember they died to protect Harry,” you shrugged, not sure where he was going with all those questions.

“Do you know why they had to protect him?”

“Because… because…” you started to go through your memories furiously. You knew the answer, you know you knew. And yet, your mind was a blank void.

“You can’t remember, can you?” He asked calmly.

“Professor, what’s going on?” You inflated your nostrils, the same unsettling feeling you felt in your dream getting a hold of you. “I thought you had said this is an alternative version of the past or something like that,” you almost yelled in desperation.

“It is. This is what life would be if...” He trailed off, seemingly wrapped in his own memories.

“If?” You asked, driving his attention back to the present.

“If Peter hadn’t done what he did to you,” he said in a whisper.

“If he hadn’t kill me, you mean,” you shrugged ironically.

“He didn’t kill you. He couldn’t drive himself to do so.”

“There’s more to it than what you’re telling me, isn’t it? About Peter, about my past - or should I say present?”

Dumbledore smiled proudly at you. “You always were one of the most insightful witches I’ve ever met.”

“I suppose you’re not telling me the whole story just yet, so I’ll just skip to my next question," you shrugged. “Who is this Dark Lord Peter and I had talked about? It’s like I know the answer is buried deep down inside my own head but I… just can’t find it. It’s like the more time I spend here…”

“The foggier your future memories become,” Dumbledore completed your sentence for you once again. “Just be glad you don’t remember him for now.”

You pursed your lips together at the vague answer he gave you, but you knew there was no point in arguing with him. Dumbledore has always done things his own way, so you just figured you’d save your energy.

“Can I ask you something else?” You look into his eyes.

He just nodded, his blue eyes twinkling from behind this half-moon spectacles as he eyed you curiously.

“Why aren’t Lily and James in love with each other yet? By the timeline of their relationship, they should be together by now.”

“Like I said, this is what life would’ve been if you… had been here,” he answered you mysteriously, a smirk on his lips.

“And you just left me with even more questions, Professor,” you lowered your head and massaged the bridge of your nose with your fingers.

“It’s late, Miss L/N, you should get some sleep,” Dumbledore said and you knew this was your cue to leave.

Your head was spinning when you left Dumbledore’s office to meet a very anxious James Potter waiting for you outside.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked, rushing to you. “Somehow you look even more distraught than you looked before.”

You stared into space, unable to put your thoughts together. The quick conversation you had had with the Headmaster had left you a thousand times more confused and somehow frightened than before.

“Do you want me to go get Diggory?” He frowned worriedly. “I don’t know their password, but I’ll put that Hufflepuff Basement down if I have to.”

You chuckled wholeheartedly at James before wrapping him into a hug. “That’s okay, you’re all I need.”

James smiled as his heart stubbornly raised its beating rhythm.

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[nicole-lynne]

White Chocolate Glaze

This was a request from the lovely @starshinekiszka​ for some smutty valentine’s day fun. It’s not very long but I still hope you enjoy it! 

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Warnings: NSFW 18+

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

You squeezed your eyes shut trying to block out the sun that was streaming through the windows. Lazily, you reached your hand out to search for the body laying next to you but your hand fell on cold sheets. You peeked an eye open to find the bedroom empty with crumple sheets on Jake’s side. 

Faintly, you could hear the sound of clinking dishes in the kitchen and the smell of syrup was wafting to your nose. You could only imagine the mess that was getting made in the kitchen but you didn’t really care today. 

Today was Valentine’s Day. Your first Valentine’s together as a couple. A huge smile started to grow on your face thinking about these past few months together. 

It still felt unreal that you were lucky enough to be dating Jake after all this time. After years of secretly crushing on the guitarist, he’d surprised you by asking you out on a date, and it had been one of the best nights of your life. Months later, you two were head over heels for each other, still in that honeymoon phase of love and it felt amazing.

With a content sigh, you dragged yourself out of bed reluctantly and stretched your body, trying to push the sleepiness away. You grabbed one of Jake’s discarded shirts off of the floor and pulled it over your head, the edge falling just over your underwear. You pulled the shirt over your nose and inhaled the faint scent of smoke and cologne - your favorite smell - before going off in search of your guy. 

You could see Jake in the small kitchen as you turned the corner, mixing up something with his back to you. You leaned against the door frame, enjoying the view of his bare back, the muscles tensing and untensing, and only a pair of red boxer briefs hugging his ass perfectly. 

“It’s not very polite to stare, ya know.” His voice snapped you back to reality and you couldn’t hide your embarrassed smile.

“Well it’s not very polite to look so good first thing in the morning, so I guess we’re even.” You quipped. 

Jake glanced over his shoulder at you and shot you a quick wink. “I think my view is even better. You look so sexy in my shirt, your hair all messed up from last night, and those marks on your neck peeking out.” 

You rubbed your thighs together at the thought of the three intense orgasms he’d given you during the movie last night. It had started out as an innocent night in but had turned into you begging and pleading for him to let you cum. 

“Come here, baby.” His voice was enchanting. You peeled yourself off of the door frame and walked towards him. Jake pulled you in close to him and wrapped his arms around your waist, your back against his chest, his warmth radiating through your body. 

“What are you making me? It smells absolutely divine.” 

“Red velvet pancakes with a white chocolate glaze.” Jake reached forward, dipped his finger into the melted chocolate and lifted it to your lips. 

You wrapped your lips around his finger and your tongue licked around it to clean the chocolate off. Your eyes closed and you kept on sucking lightly, the feeling of Jake’s hardness on your lower back urging you on.

Slowly, he pulled his finger out of your mouth and dragged it down your bottom lip. 

“You look so pretty when you do that, baby,” his lips brushing against your ear, “I’ll never get enough of you.” 

“I know something you’ll like even more then.” You said huskily. 

You turned around in his arms, your eyes finally connecting with his brown ones, darkened with lust. A pulse of excitement went through you and you dropped to your knees in front of him. Immediately, Jake’s hand tangled into your hair and pulled it back out of your face. He loved being able to see your whole face while you were doing this. 

You leaned forward and placed small kisses across his lean stomach, taking this moment to tease him. Your nose dipped down at the hem of his underwear, your lips brushing against his bulge through the fabric. Then you started the whole process again.  

“Stop being such a little tease, baby.” He grunted. You paused to look up at him, an eyebrow raised. “Please, you’re driving me crazy.” 

You trailed your hands up his thighs at a ridiculous pace, finally hooking your fingers into his underwear and pulled them down agonizingly slow, his erection springing forward proudly. Jake tightened his grip on your hair instinctually and tugged your head forward.

Softly, you kissed at the base over and over, avoiding his dick the whole time. 

“This is payback for last night, isn’t it?” He sighed pathetically. 

At the same moment, you licked along his slit, tasting the precum that was there. Jake let out a half-relieved moan. You licked again and again, swirling your tongue around the head until you sufficiently worked him up.

You looked up and met Jake’s eyes, giving him a devilish grin, you took his dick into your mouth as far as you could. A deep moan escaped his lips and he leaned back against the counter, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“Oh god, baby,” you pressed your tongue against the thick vein that ran under his shaft, “that feels so fucking good.” 

Reaching up, you wrapped your fingers around the part of his dick that couldn’t fit in your mouth and started pumping him in sync with your mouth, using your saliva as lubricant. You bobbed your head up and down, dragging gutted groans from him. With your other hand, you cupped his balls and moved them around in your hand. 

You watched him joyfully as you sucked, loving that he was already this wrecked for you. His lips were parted in pleasure, tiny moans slipping out with every move of your mouth and tongue. 

The sounds that were coming from him were the sexiest things you’d ever heard and they were shooting through you with pure desire. You shifted on your knees, trying to get even a little bit of friction but nothing was satisfying you. 

You dropped a hand down to your underwear, needing so desperately to relieve the pressure between your legs. 

“Don’t touch yourself baby, I’m the only one allowed to touch you there.” 

You moaned around his dick at the tenor of his voice, sending vibrations through him and you felt his knees wobble. You moved your tongue against the ridge of his head and pushed forward, relaxing your jaw as his dick moved down your throat. 

Jake’s breath was heavy and he began to unconsciously thrust into your mouth. “Baby you feel so good around my cock, your pretty mouth takes me so good.” 

God he was intoxicating to you. The dirty words he was saying were like drugs to you. 

“Shit, you gonna make me cum, sweetheart.” You pulled backwards, your lips popping off the head and continued to stroke him with your hand. “You should stop if you want me to last.” 

Jake tucked his hands under your arms and pulled you up off the floor. You slipped your arms over his shoulders and tangled your hands in his long hair. You smiled at him sweetly, his eyes shining as he looked down into your face. The feeling of love for this gorgeous man was overwhelming to you. 

He lifted his hand and cupped your cheek, and stroked his thumb across your bottom lip. “How did I get so lucky to have you? I promise, I will cherish you forever.” 

You tilted your head and pressed your lips to his gently. A soft kiss in the middle of all the heat to show that you wanted him every day until the end of time. That you would stay in this moment with him forever, the two of you standing in your tiny kitchen, showing how much you loved each other. 

Stepping back, Jake tugged your shirt over your head and dropped it onto the floor, his eyes glued to your chest. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” His fingers ghosted over your nipples and they hardened instantly, ready for his attention. 

He snaked his arms around your waist and tugged you closer to him, your chest pressed to his and you could feel his heart beating hard against you. Slowly, he turned you both around so your back was firmly against the counter. You watched him with anticipation for what he was going to do next. 

He bent down so his eyes were level with yours, a cocky gleam in his eye. Suddenly, he was kissing you with a feverish passion, his tongue swiping your lip and you opened your mouth to him, letting his tongue mesh against yours. 

His hands traveled down your body, taking small moments to grope at your breasts, twisting your nipples playfully, before he gripped the back of your thighs and raised you onto the counter. Your thighs automatically fell open and he moved in between your legs. 

You whimpered as he pushed his rock hard dick against your clit through your underwear. “Jake, you feel so good, I want you in me.” 

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.” He moved his hand in between your bodies and pulled your underwear to the side, running his fingers through your folds. “You’re so wet for me already like a good little girl.” 

You nodded frantically, the feeling of being touched where you’d needed it was breathtaking. Jake pressed a kiss your the side of your neck, then moved down and started sucking on the sensitive spot at the base of your throat. His fingers were circling your clit and teasing at your entrance. 

“You want my cock, baby girl?” He asked, his voice laced with craving. 

“Yes, please, Jake.” 

He hooked his fingers into your underwear and yanked them down, letting you kick them off and you wrapped your legs around his body. Jake guided his dick up and down against you, teasing your clit with the head. You buried your head into his neck, kissing his skin over and over again. 

With one more move, he pushed inside of you and you let out a moan of delight. Each ridge was rubbing against your walls and it was the most euphoric thing you’d ever felt. Jake was grunting as he finally bottomed out, the head bumping against your cervix.

You clung onto him as he took his time thrusting into you, dragging his dick out slowly and then thrusting into you again. The pace was agonizing and delicious at the same time. Sweat was covering your bodies, making you both slide together with each little touch. 

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” Jake grabbed your ass and pulled you closer, making his thrusts deeper each time. 

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” You nipped his earlobe playfully and started tightening yourself around him. You laughed a little as he groaned at the intensity. All that could be heard was the wanton moans and skin slapping against skin. 

Jake positioned himself backwards and dropped his hand back down to your clit, rubbing it with his thumb and gently pinching it occasionally. “I want you to cum with me, sweetheart.” Pleasure was shooting through you like little pin pricks as he touched you and the head repeatedly bumped against your g-spot.

You shot your hands out backwards, one of your hands landing in the melted chocolate but you didn’t care. Nothing could distract you from the mind-blowing satisfaction you were chasing now. An orgasm was so close, you could fill it building in your stomach. 

“I’m so close, Jake, I’m gonna cum. Please, please, let me cum.” 

Jake bent forward in determination and started licking your nipple, his hair tickling your skin. “Yes, baby, I want to feel that sweet pussy cum all over my dick.” 

You closed your eyes and focused on every pump into your pussy, every flick against your nub. His dick was throbbing inside you and when he stopped sucking, you knew he was close. 

There was one more twist around your clit at the same time that he hit your g-spot and the coil in your stomach released. You screamed his name as you pulsed around his cock as he kept driving into you, helping you ride your high. You lifted your body up and hugged him close to you, encouraging him to focus on himself. 

Your pussy tightened around him and his thrusts began to stagger. “Come on baby, let go for me. You feel so fucking good in me, Jake.” 

At the sound of your voice in his ear, he gave one final pump and he tensed up, shooting his cum into you, each throb of his dick giving you a tiny wave of pleasure. 

Jake relaxed his body against yours as he tried to catch his breath. You gently pushed his hair back out of his face with one hand, trying to avoid getting more chocolate all over the place. 

After a few moments, he looked between you and the chocolate with a cheeky grin. “You know, we do have spoons if you wanted to taste that.” 

“Shush, I was a little distracted.” 

“Yeah, by my huge dick.” He chuckled. You reached up and plopped some chocolate onto his nose. He stared back at you in surprise and you could help but giggle at the fact that you’d rendered him speechless. 

“You want it that way, you little troublemaker?” Jake growled mischievously. That could only mean one thing. With a little squeal, you jumped off the counter and made a break for the door just as a huge glob of chocolate smacked you in the side of the neck. 

You whirled around and grabbed the closest thing you could find, a bottle of syrup, and squirted it straight at Jake. Clearly the new tradition would be sex and breakfast food wars on every Valentine’s day.

[thisthinghasclaws]

Remembrance [1] (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Summary: The reader gets obliviated... badly.

Word count: ~2400

Part 2

“Y/N!”

That was the last thing I heard before I started to feel like I forgot something huge.  Like I lost months of my life but just couldn't remember. Was it amnesia? I don’t know...

~~~

“Are you okay?” someone asked.

You turned around to see a man with a concerned look on his face. He was dressed almost completely in black except for a brown leather coat.  “Hmm.” Confusion swept over you as to why he would ask such a question, that was until you realized that your cheeks were wet with what you presumed was tears. I was crying? Why?

“Ma'am, are you sure you're okay?” the stranger asked again.

“I don't know.” You replied stunned, “I-I better get home, it's getting late.”

You walked out of the alley still confused.  Did I see something that I blocked out, or am I having amnesia?  That must be it, it must be.  At least I know who I am and where I am.  

You trudged on down the street until your stomach made a loud grumbling noise.  You gripped your stomach in hunger, maybe I was out here to go to that new diner I heard about for dinner.  You determined that it had to be that so you headed over to the diner since it was closer than home and you were starving anyway.

Once you got there, you went inside the busy diner and successfully got a seat.  After ordering your favorite meal off the menu, you started to feel slightly worried that you may this may have not been all you forgot. You checked your purse to find everything in its place, so that wasn't it.

After finishing dinner, you went home and got ready for bed hoping you would be able sleep after such a confusing day.

                                                                            ~~~

It was bright, there were red rocks spanning out to the horizon.  You walked out of the sun and into the shade, appearing to have transported to a shack with what looked like other biomes around it.  Many creatures were scurrying about but you were only concentrated on the shack.  Once you got inside, you saw a man with cinnamon brown hair working on something, you seemed surprisingly happy to see him.  He turned to you and smiled, making your heart flutter.  You started walking to him when everything started to black out.

You woke up with the sun in your eyes, you groaned in annoyance turning around to shield your eyes.  You slowly started remembering your dream, feeling as if it were more like a memory. But who was he?  Surely I would remember him if he was that important to me?

~One month later~

You have gotten used to feeling like you lost something.  You probably forgot about it for a reason, right?

You decided to make yourself pancakes for breakfast.  You kept having strange dreams about the cinnamon brunette and/or what appeared to be creatures from a fantasy book.  Occasionally, you got the urge to travel overseas, which was strange because you never traveled out of country before.

“Maybe I need a vacation.” you mumbled to yourself.

You dressed in your F/c dress, picked up your purse. Locking up your apartment, you began your trip to the bank.  You needed to see if you have the money for a boat to travel overseas.  

“Y/N!” someone shouted over the crowd.

You turned to see an unfamiliar individual bounding their way to you.  She had beautiful golden locks and the most stunning grayish green eyes.  What surprised you the most was that she seemed to recognize you.

“Thank goodness you're okay!  Where have you been?  Have you heard the news!” she exclaimed.

“I beg your pardon but do I know you?” you asked, startled.  Right as you said those words her face fell, sadness and pity evident in her eyes.

“Oh... Oh!  I'm sorry I must have mistaken you for an old friend, sorry.” she apologized, walking away sadly.

You were baffled by the conversation that took place.  What were the odds of having the same name and look as her friend.  You continued on, attempting to walk away from the awkwardness.   

Once you saw the bank in sight you started walking faster, anxious to get there quicker.  You got inside only to wait in line for what felt like an eternity.  

“How may I assist you today, ma'am?” the teller questioned.

“I was wondering if I could know how much money I have in my account.” you explained.

“Sure thing ma'am, and what's your name” the teller asked.

“Y/N L/N”      

After flipping through the accounts book, the teller informed you that you have $5000 in your account. “ Anything else I can help you with?” the teller then questioned.

“I would like to withdraw $500 please.” you answered  

“Right away.  Please wait here.”

You walked out of the bank successfully receiving the money needed.  You walked out a little way to a travel agency and bought a ticket for a boat to London.  Since you were going to London you wouldn't have to deal with a language barrier stopping you from a nice vacation.  You excitedly walked home, already deciding on the clothes you would bring.

Luckily the ship left that very day, so you packed your favorite clothes, toiletries, and art supplies.  You made sure to check and recheck just to be sure you have everything you needed.  Since you would be gone for three weeks you notified your landlord before you left.  Once you said goodbye to your landlord, you started the first part of your journey to London.

The water sparkled brightly, almost blinding you as you boarded the Remembrance.  You were welcomed and told your room number was 117.  You set your suitcases in your assigned room and went out to the deck and watched the waves guide the way.

~~~

You were finishing up a sketch of the winged snakes you saw in your dream last night, when you spotted something in your peripheral vision.  Land!  Finally, this ocean was getting quite boring, beautiful, but still boring.

“We will be arriving in London in a few hours.  Please make sure you have all of your items ready for when we arrive.”  reported the captain on the loudspeaker.

You packed up your sketch-book and practically skipped to your assigned room.  You put your supplies in your smaller suitcase elated to finally set foot on solid ground.  Running out the door, you sprinted to the deck to watch landmass slowly grow bigger and bigger.

~~~

You were awestruck by the enchanting cityscape, though it looked somewhat similar to your home New York, you were thrilled nonetheless.  

You walked off the ship, clutching your suitcases in excitement.  I'm finally here!  You waited in line to get your visa checked and money exchanged.

“Alright miss L/N, welcome and enjoy your stay.”  said the customs' official.

“Thanks and I will!” your replied.  You remember finding a passport in drawer when you were looking for some extra cash.  Though you don't remember going anywhere out of the country.

Since it was almost dark, you bought a map to hopefully guide you to a reasonable hotel.  You didn't have to walk far to find hotel to stay in.

“Hello! How may I help you today?”  welcomed the lady at the front desk.

“I'm going to be staying two weeks.  A one bedroom would suffice.” you stated.

“That will be $15 and your room number is 105.”

You handed her the money, receiving the key to your room in return.  You briskly walked to your appointed room and unlocked the door.  You set your suitcases down, stretched, then put your clothes in the drawer.

After getting settled in the hotel, you skipped over to a restaurant across the street.  When you were done eating dinner you went back to get some much needed sleep.

~~~

After a shower and a yawn, you got into bed hoping for sleep to overcome you fast.  Your dreams about the mysterious freckled fellow and his creatures were getting more and more frequent.  You didn't mind them, it was like you were transported to a different world.  The dreams were so vivid and lifelike you seemed to have started to develop feelings for that freckled man, if that's even possible.    You even started to question your sanity.

Is he real?  I don't know.  Maybe I have seen him before...

~~~

You woke up startled, something appeared to be rapping at the window.  You turned to the window with a groan.  What the—?

“An owl?” you questioned, trying to clear your sleepy head and concentrate.  “At this time?”  you uttered noticing the clock read 9:03.  Once the owl saw you staring at it, it flew away.

Aware the sunny day outside your window, the park sounded like a wonderful idea.  Maybe paint a bit, the dream you had has blessed you with great ideas you wanted down on a canvas.

“I'm thinking pancakes...” you mumbled to yourself, stretching as you got out of bed.  “Yeah, I want pancakes.”

You donned your nicer paint splattered clothes and stepped into the lobby, smelling the variety of breakfast foods.  There they were, fresh off the griddle, they held a faultless golden brown hue.  Their circular shape was nothing short of perfection, your stomach grumbled in delight as your nose inhaled the wonderful smell of...  Pancakes!

Taking a plate from the pile, you jogged over to the pancakes.  You stacked four of them on your plate and then poured on syrup.  Grabbing yourself some milk, you took a seat to cure your hunger.

After satisfying your taste buds,  you went back to your room to acquire your purse and art supplies.  You exited the building and pulled out your map.

“So if I go to the end of the street I need to turn right.  Then just walk a little ways until there...okay” you whispered to yourself.  You strolled down the street following your preset directions.

~~~

You made it to the park without making a wrong turn or getting lost, which you were grateful for.  You set up shop on a bench overlooking the pond.  The picture was crystal clear in your head, red-orange rocks jutted from the ground and spanned out to the horizon.  He was there with what appeared to be a griffin but with more wings and a golden sparkle in its feathers.

You picked up your pencil and started sketching.

You're painting was coming just as planned if not better.  Some of the people that walked by paused to have a look at your project.  You didn't mind, It wasn't like they were standing there for an extended period of time which annoyed you greatly.

Everything was fine and dandy until something fell behind you.  You jumped, startled, whipping your head around and gasped at who you saw.

It was him.  His wavy auburn hair, freckled face, eyes that you couldn't decide if they were blue, green, or hazel, and even his blue coat you have seen him wear in your dreams.  He's real!  You couldn't believe it, there he was in the flesh.  You could feel a blush start to appear on your face but you forced it away quickly.

He looked like he saw a ghost as soon as he saw you, conflicted with many emotions.  “I-I'm terrible sorry a-about that.  My hand must've slipped...sorry.” he stammered picking up is apparently fallen suitcase.  “I better get going, sorry again.” he concluded as he started to walk away.

“Have we met before?” you called out to him.  He stopped and turned back to look at you, sadness evident in his eyes.

“No, I don't believe we have.” he acknowledged confidently, though you noticed it seemed forced like he wanted to reply with a completely different answer.

“I know this may sound...weird, but I've seen you in my dreams.” you stated cautiously, “Are you sure I haven't seen you before?”

“I'm sorry, but no we've never met.” he said, looking more and more conflicted, “Goodbye, Y/N.”  When he turned and quickly walked away, you could have sworn that there were tears in his eyes.

Wait!  How the hell did he know my name?!  You were unsettled and bewildered after the confrontation with the man from your dreams, who you never got a name out of.

~~~

You finished your painting, which turned out wonderfully.  You walked back to the hotel to drop off your painting, deciding to site see the rest of the day.  You needed to get that man out of your head.  He doesn't know you so it would be smart just to forget him.  Easier said than done.

After wandering around and seeing different landmarks, you sat down to have filling meal.  You couldn't ignore the fact that you became a little paranoid.  You tried to push to feeling down but you'd occasionally looked over your shoulder.  Whether it was from the unfamiliar streets or something else entirely.

You clenched your map tightly, holding it up to your eyes in the dying light, hoping to figure out your location.  You must have taken a wrong turn.  And you thought you could memorize the way to the hotel, boy were you wrong.  You were lost in an unknown city and it was getting darker and darker by the second.

“There isn't even a working lamppost on this street.” you muttered frustrated.

You looked up hoping to see any lights. You were in luck, since you then saw a faint light emitting from an alley.  Cautiously, you walked up to the alley.  Tightly holding your map, you looked in to see the light was emitting from what appeared to be a stick of some sort.  That wasn't the thing that caught your attention, no it was the person holding said stick.  Before they could turn all the way around to face you, you booked it.  Or tried to at least, you didn't get two steps away before someone grabbed you from behind, covering your mouth, and pulled you in the alley.

“Mmmmuuuuphhhh” you tried to yell, mentally screaming curse words in your head.  You struggled to get out of their grasp, but it appeared worthless.  You heard them whisper something illegible and suddenly you felt yourself going limp as you blacked out.

A/N: Hahahah I’m evil...

[chaoticearthquakedefendor]

I drew these two again because they’re just too cute.

Some closeups of the sketches

[chaoticearthquakedefendor]

I think the Sky community is sleeping on this ship. Boat guy and the enchantment guide.

[chaoticearthquakedefendor]

Thought I get on this trend before it was too late.