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Hinny beach fic request?. ❤️

A/N: I hope you don't mind I added some slight bi Harry, it is pride month after all :D

The Beach

Harry and Ginny both settled down on their beach towels. The sun was burning, it was the warmest days of summer and half of Britain seemed to have travelled to the seaside. It made it all the more difficult to hide their wands but luckily most people seemed to be paying attention to themselves, their kids or their snacks. 

Ginny promptly took out the sunscreen and started applying it liberally. She asked Harry to do her back. “Make sure you get my shoulders, I turn into a lobster if I burn,” Ginny spoke. 

Harry smiled, “Really? I would have never guessed.” His ginger, freckled, pale girlfriend? No, he would have never expected such a thing. Ginny turned around and shot him a look. He simply grinned at her.

She turned back around and he finished rubbing the sunscreen into her shoulders. “I’ll do you,” she said when he was done.

He waited as her hands worked the sunscreen into his skin. Suddenly he stiffened “Are you writing something? If this burns into my skin I’m going to be annoyed,” he spoke.

Ginny was wearing a sheepish look. Harry took the sunscreen back from her and stuffed it into their bag. Ginny popped her sunglasses on and looked out over the beach. Harry took out his book and started reading the first chapter. He felt like he barely had any time to read these days. 

“Let’s go into the sea,” Ginny said.

Harry looked up from his book. She had already stood up and was not going to take no for an answer. He put his book away and put an Anti Theft Spell on their items before he hid his wand under the towel. 

“Race you there,” he said and then ran towards the sea as fast as he could. He could hear her object but she was right behind him. 

He stopped when his feet touched the cool water. Ginny ran right into him and they both fell down in the cold water. Harry sat up, shaking his head to get the water out of his hair and checked if Ginny was okay. She was laughing beside him. 

“Bastard,” she let out, standing back up and pulling him up too. She combed her fingers through her hair, trying to untangle it before it became one tangled mess in the water. 

They walked further into the sea, not bothered by the cold water since they managed to fall in immediately. 

“If one thing touches my toes, I am out of here,” Harry said, the water reaching somewhere to the middle of his torso. 

“Aw, poor Harry Potter is scared of some jellyfish?” she teased him. 

“Well in my defence, jellyfish stings really hurt,” he retorted.

Ginny came to stand near him, a hand landed on her hips. “What, you’re not going to run? Something is touching your toes,” she smiled. 

“Can’t say I am quite fearful of your toes,” he told her, leaning down to kiss the salty skin of her cheek.

Ginny scrunched her nose at him, but it was all in good fun. They just enjoyed teasing each other. 

“Harry, stop doing that, it’s not funny,” Ginny said, pointing towards their feet.

Harry gave her a blank look. “I am not doing anything.”

“Haha, very funny,” Ginny replied, she was not convinced.

“Really?” he said, though he had caught her. She grinned apologetically. 

Harry raised his eyebrows. “Ginny, I am not joking,” Harry said, now looking down, trying to see through the murky seawater.

Ginny realised he was in fact not joking, but instead of running out of the water, she decided to hang onto Harry for dear life. 

“You know, I think this is karma,” Harry said, walking back to shallower water. Eventually, Ginny let go and put her feet back into the water, but only when she could in fact see her own feet through the water. 

They both stood there, looking out over the sea together. 

“Who needs to go into the deeper water anyway? It is just more of the same sea,” Ginny spoke. Harry agreed with a smile. They had been able to refresh themselves for a bit now and that was enough. It was nice on their towels too. 

Ginny noticed Harry glancing up from his book with a frown for the fifth time in two minutes. She put her sunglasses on top of her head and looked at him. “What are you frowning at?” she asked.

Harry put his book down with a sigh and looked at her. “That guy over there keeps checking you out,” Harry said, nodding his head towards the guy.

Ginny put her sunglasses back on so she could look at him without being detected. She looked back at Harry with a grin. “Sweetheart, I think he is checking you out,” she told him.

Harry scoffed, he sure didn’t think so. 

“Want to bet?” Ginny asked him.

Harry’s eyebrows raised a little higher. “Alright. How do we deduce who is going for?” he replied.

Harry finished his chapter and tucked the book into their bag. Harry adjusted the parasol that stood between them so it would cover them better and he heard Ginny let out a giggle. 

Ginny smiled gladly. “Oh, if you do another of those big stretches, he is going to come over,” she told him.

Harry was not convinced. He focused back on his book and for a few minutes, it was silent. 

“What?” he asked her. 

“Hi,” she greeted him. 

“Oh, he is on his way,” Ginny spoke.

Harry laid back down as they both pretended they weren’t watching him come over. Harry looked quite satisfied with himself when he walked towards Ginny and not him. 

“Are you with him?” he said, pointing at Harry.

Ginny nodded. “Yes, I am.”

“I know,” she agreed with him. “Sorry.” 

The guy looked a little disappointed. “That is too bad, he is very handsome. You are a lucky lady,” he said.

Harry saw she was trying very hard to contain her smile. 

“Have a nice day, you two,” the guy said. Ginny happily waved him off. Harry looked defeated. 

“Told you,” she said, “Now be honest, if you weren’t with me, would you go for him?” 

Harry thought it over. “I mean I guess I’d buy him a drink,” he replied.

Ginny gave a mock gasp. “Now I am jealous!” 

“Are you really?” he said, rolling towards her with a fond smile.

“Good,” Harry agreed, pulling her down next to him. 

She shook her head, bending down to kiss him. “No, I know I am a catch,” she said, swinging her hair back theatrically. 

“So I believe you owe me a cocktail?” she said.

Harry shook his head. “We did not agree on what we betted on.” 

“Well, what do you propose?” Ginny replied.

Harry leaned towards her ear and whispered into it.

Ginny’s eyes widened. “Alright, you got yourself a deal.”

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Undistorted | JHS

~summary: you learn to spend less time looking into a crystal ball, and more at the world around you. you might just find you already have what you need right here. ~paring: hoseok x reader (gender non-specific) ~word count: 4.8k ~harry potter au, soulmate au, friends to lovers, fluff, tiny bit of angst? ~rating: g ~warnings: not sure if there are any.. broken glass? mention of some people fighting

~a/n: I wrote this based on the prompt ‘undistorted’ from @thirtydaysofdrabbles ! For this soulmate au, in case it isn’t clear enough in the fic, you are able to see who your soulmate is in a crystal ball, and it is revealed when you are ready to know who they are. What that means is down to the universe I guess... this does mean there’s probably some lore about crystal balls or something that isn’t correct, but I’m sure it doesn’t matter too much haha Enjoy! Come chat with me and let me know what you think!!

Clear your mind…

Staring into the smokey globe in front of you, the thought only served to fill your mind more. Screwing your face in what you were sure resembled concentration, you ordered your thoughts away.

It didn’t work.

Fighting every instinct in your body that made you want to slump backwards and give up, you remained in place, gaze trained on the depths of your crystal ball.

When you had first learned about the soulmate rules, you hadn’t been too bothered. Of course, you couldn’t resist the odd look into a crystal ball to check, but who could? But equally inevitable was the same hazy mist that stared back every time.

Now, though, as you neared the end of your time at school, you had seen enough pairs realise each other to make you sufficiently jealous. Why was it that the universe didn’t yet deem you ‘ready’?

What did that mean anyway?

Just as you were about to give up, you froze. You could have sworn there was a movement within the glass – something different to the usual lazy swirling of the fog. Gazing intently at it, your eyes widened when something revealed itself, the crystal ball clearing as a shape swooped in-

There was a crash.

A frown appeared on your face as you desperately tried to ignore whatever commotion had caused the sound, instead focussed on deciphering the strange blob-like shape that had shown itself.

“Ow,” the blob said.

Frown deepening, you risked a glance over the rim of your glass…

Groaning out loud, you finally flopped back in your chair.

“Hobi,” you rolled your eyes, “do you mind? I was in the zone, you distracted me!”

Sure enough, turning back to the crystal ball showed it perfectly clear of any haze, only showing the distorted form of your friend as he picked himself from the floor and walked to join you at the edge of the divination classroom.

“Sorry,” he beamed, not sounding particularly sorry at all, “but did you see anything before I crashed in? Has your inner eye revealed the mists of time?”

Scoffing at his jokes, you budged aside as he perched on the arm of the large, squashy armchair you resided in.

“Still nothing,” you grumbled, folding your arms and returning your gaze to the orb sitting innocently in front of you.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” he pressed his lips together in a comforting smile, one hand reaching to rub your shoulder, “I’m sure you’ll be able to see it in no time.”

“Thanks,” you sighed. Deflating more into the chair, you let your head fall against him.

“Oi!” he laughed, shoving you off with a yelp, “I came to get you for dinner, don’t get too comfy!”

Another loud groan followed from you as he grabbed your hands to pull you up. These chairs were too inviting for their own good, making it nearly impossible to resist the temptation of staying in one forever.

At the time, it felt like a travesty, but the moment you were up, you muttered a sheepish thanks to your friend, finally realising how hungry you were now you were free of the chair.

“No problem,” he clapped a hand to your shoulder, leading you towards the door.

On reaching the doorway, he stepped aside, letting you through first. Clutching the strap of your schoolbag, you began the long descent of the tower’s stairwell, but behind you, Hoseok stopped.

Just for a second, he looked back, eyes trailing over the crystal ball and the undistorted image within.

It was a lucky thing Hoseok had forced you down to dinner with him, as the two of you had prefect duty that night, and you had had a few too many close calls to be able to pilfer food straight from the kitchen again any time soon. On your mercifully full stomach, you set out up the grand staircase, turning left as you always did to begin your rounds.

There was rarely much going on in the castle, given your duty landed on sleepy Wednesday nights. So when you reached the highest point of your round, where the West windows would give you a sweeping view of the forest, you were surprised to hear a commotion.

Frowning, you turned your attention back inside.

Clearly, Hobi had heard it too, already looking around. But he latched onto the location faster than you, breaking into a quicker stride.

Towards the divination tower.

Hurrying to follow him, the two of you quickly ascended the tightly winding staircase. The nearer you drew, the clearer the noises were, revealing themselves as voices, laughter, not quite drowned out by the crescendo of your feet of the stone.

However, the crash that sounded next definitely made itself heard. Eyes bulging at the deafening noise, you froze for a fraction of second at the top of the stairs before your feet were pounding towards the door, faster than before.

“What are you doing?”

It was rare for Hoseok’s voice to be so stern, ringing through the space and sending silence rippling instantly through the room. Behind him, you could only stare in horror.

Doing your best to arrange your features into a glare to match your friend’s, you eyed the wreckage that met you, sidestepping to intercept a crystal ball that rolled a little too close to the doorway.

In fact, the entire floor was littered with them, clunking as they bumped into one another, barring your path as you picked your way across to the perpetrators.

In the centre of the space, a bunch of younger Gryffindors’ wide eyes were watching you from red faces, knowing they had been caught. One was scrambling from the floor, presumably having dived out of the path of the great bookcase that housed the crystal balls – the bookcase that was now face-down on the carpet.

“Well?” Hoseok cut through the silence again, “I asked you a question.”

“W-we were…” one of them began but trailed away, glancing to his friends.

“He started it,” another chimed in, pointing at the one who had been on the floor, “wanted a duel!”

Hobi whirled to face the unfortunate Gryffindor who cowered in the face of his glare.

“You were duelling?” you exclaimed in outrage.

At the lack of response from the student, you exchanged a look with Hoseok. Drawing yourself to your full height, you sighed.

“We’ll be reporting you to McGonagall as soon as-“

“That won’t be necessary.”

All the offending students stiffened at the curt voice from the doorway. And though usually it would have the same effect on you, you felt some sort of vindictive smugness now they were in trouble with Filch, too. They had effectively destroyed half of your favourite classroom, after all.

“I’ll have you in detention for weeks!” he smirked gleefully – though a second later tripped on a crystal ball and cursed.

“You lot! Follow me,” he ordered them instead, “I’ll take you straight to the headmistress. You two” –he turned his attention on you and your fellow prefect as the others filed across the room– “put all these back.”

Kicking at another of the orbs at his feet, Filch left with a scowl of distaste etched on his face.

Sighing, you turned to survey the scene of devastation.

“Why do we have to clean up, they made the mess,” you grumbled to Hobi.

“Never said we couldn’t use magic, though, did he?”

Sending a sly grin your way, you saw Hobi was already fishing for his wand. With a giggle, you pulled your own from your robes. In the end, it was a simple task, the clear globes floating to gently set themselves on their stands.

But as most of them had risen from the floor, on their way home again, it revealed a problem. To the edge of the room, where the rug ended and only bare stone stretched across the floor, several of the crystal balls had cracked clean apart, lying as useless as eggshells.

“Oh no,” you breathed, starting forwards.

A couple had surface cracks, splintering the glassy surface, but too many were completely and utterly beyond repair.

“Y/N…” Hoseok drew your attention.

Turning, you found him eyeing the shelves, biting his lip. The apologetic eyes that turned your way were enough to strike dread into you.

Following his gaze, you quickly ran your eyes over the shelves, flitting past each name tag. Most spaces were filled, but there was the odd empty one, where one of the broken spheres would normally belong.

Just as Hobi placed one of the lightly cracked balls in its place with care, you found your name.

Of course, the space was empty.

You were somewhat ashamed of the disappointment that lanced through your chest. It was only a crystal ball, after all. But after all the time spent gazing into it, waiting for your soulmate, you felt its loss.

“I’m sorry,” Hobi’s hand landed on your shoulder, bringing your gaze away from the conspicuously empty shelf.

Offering him a smile, or an attempt at one, you shrugged.

“It isn’t your fault.”

“I’m sorry anyway,” he insisted, pulling you closer for a hug which you gladly fell into, “I know how important divination is to you.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled into his chest.

“Hey, I know!” he exclaimed then, making you jump as he pulled back, keeping you at arm’s length, “it’s Hogsmeade this weekend! Let’s go together, and we’ll get you a new one!”

The sparkling of his eyes over his wide grin at finding a solution brought a genuine smile to your face at last. Spending more time with your friend was a nice bonus to come from this whole debacle.

“Okay, that sounds good, let’s do it! Thank you, Hobi.”

That Saturday, you stood in the courtyard, hugging your arms tight around you to keep the buffeting wind out of your coat.

Since the loss of your crystal ball, you had somewhat come to terms with it. Of course, you still needed a new one since you had nothing but disastrous results in divination class using the dented school ones, but you had felt a little freer this week.

It had come to the point where you were willing to admit your habit had been hindering you. There was nothing wrong with a glance here and there, most people did that. But without the option to hide away in the divination room, waiting, you ended up spending more time in the common room and around your friends. Around Hobi.

Speaking of which, you finally heard his voice carrying past you on the wind.

Turning around, you stopped shifting between your feet as you saw him emerging from the entrance hall among a small gaggle of boys.

You knew all of them to be your friends, but you would never tell them the way your heart leapt as you heard Hobi telling them he would see them later. For some reason, you had been looking forward to going with Hobi… alone.

In the time since the incident in the divination classroom, he had been making efforts to cheer you up. Even if he was a little obvious, you didn’t mind in the slightest.

The crystal ball had barely been on your mind when he came back from the kitchens with wide eyes and arms full, telling you shakily how he had to bargain with the Bloody Baron not to tell on him while you laughed hysterically.

Or when he had come straight to see you after quidditch practise, without thinking of his muddy practise kit in his hurry. Out of the goodness of your heart, you had joined him in his punishment of cleaning the hallway. It probably took the two of you five times as long to clean up that it would have done alone, what with the impromptu water fight that had broken out (Hoseok lost).

As he jogged over from the other group, who began their walk ahead of you, your mind was first filled with the goodies you wanted to eat from Honeyduke’s rather than your smashed crystal ball.

“Y/N!!” his exclamation, of course halfway to a shriek, brought a grin to your face instantly.

“Are you warm enough?” he looked down at you as you emerged side by side from the gates.

“I’m fine Hobi,” you assured him. And you were being earnest. Despite the wind careering through the air around you, you barely felt cold anymore.

“Okay,” he beamed, “but just to be sure, want a hot butterbeer?”

“Do you have to ask?” you laughed.

Eagerly piling into the Three Broomsticks, you found it, unsurprisingly, packed. Hoseok’s hands on your shoulders made you jump a little as he bent forward to speak in your ear over the thrum of chatter.

“See if you can find a table? I’ll grab the drinks.”

Whipping around to protest, or at least hand him a few galleons of your own to pay, you were too late. He was already squeezing toward the bar.

With a sigh, though a smile made its way over your lips, you were also delving through the crowd. You had only just found a free table, shifting a few empty glasses to the edge when Hoseok returned.

Clutching two butterbeers, he slid into the seat by the window.

“How are you feeling?”

Taking the proffered drink, you looked at him with a light frown.

“I’m great, why?”

You weren’t lying; lifting the butterbeer to your lips, you felt yet more warmth fill you. You couldn’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else right now, even if it wasn’t anywhere particularly special. But with Hoseok across from you, nestled in the centre of the bustling space, you felt as if you were practically glowing.

“I just know you were upset earlier in the week,” he shifted a little in his seat, fingers fidgeting on the tabletop.

“Well, don’t worry,” you smiled over your mug, “I feel a lot better. Thank you.”

It felt only natural when you leaned to capture his hand in yours with a squeeze.

Hoseok hurriedly hid his face by gulping at his drink, but he gripped your hand in return as he resurfaced. That wonderful smile that seemed to be a permanent fixture on his face was still there, but his eyes were wide, following your hand as you pulled it back.

“I-I know it was important to you, though,” he recovered his voice finally, melting your heart. What did you do to deserve such a friend?

“It was…” you couldn’t deny, “but I feel like I was getting a bit too caught up in it, you know? I have no idea when my soulmate’s going to show up, it could be years from now…”

As you spoke, waving an hand about, Hoseok swallowed firmly.

“Years?” he laughed lightly, “you… you can be more hopeful than that, Y/N! You never know when you’ll find them.”

“But you don’t look for yours…” you trailed off, worry suddenly overtaking you. Did Hoseok really never look for his soulmate? Maybe you were being a worse friend, and had just never noticed. “Do you- do you know who your soulmate is?” you ventured.

Hoseok coughed into his drink.

“Sorry,” he spluttered, “I-I-“

“No, no!” you interrupted frantically, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked… I just spend a lot of time thinking about it, I guess.”

“It’s alright,” he was the one to reach for your hand this time. But in an instant he was slipping from his seat, dragging you with him.

“Hobi!” you laughed loudly, scurrying to keep up.

“I didn’t mean to make you sad about it all over again,” he squeezed an apologetic smile, wrapping his hand further around yours as you were met with the cold wind outside. “I reckon Zonko’s should cure that, though!”

He wasn’t wrong.

By the time you had taken at least three laps around the joke shop, laughing at each other’s crazy suggestions (that you would never dare to pull of in actuality, being prefects and all), you were full of too much joy to worry about the eternal question of your soulmate.

Next up, you had just as much fun in Honeyduke’s, this time stocking up in sweets and chocolate. Hoseok promised a midnight feast one day soon, although that was providing you didn’t eat your way through the lot before you even made it back.

You weren’t sure how long it had been, but soon the other students began streaming back up the hill towards Hogwarts again.

The childish antics that had filled your day left you rejuvenated. However, you couldn’t deny Hoseok usually had that effect, ever a ray of sunshine.

Pearls of laughter still floated between you as you joined the steady trickle of groups wandering home. It was barely a minute before you bumped into the rest of Hoseok’s friends, who loudly greeted you both, continuing with their conversation as you two tagged along.

Fiddling with the clasp of your bag as you struggled to fit all your purchases in, you caught sight of Scrivenshaft’s and stopped short.

Cursing, you whirled around, alerting Hoseok too. Pausing with a jelly slug halfway to his lips, he eyed you in surprise.

“What is it?”

“We completely forgot about the crystal ball!” you half-laughed, “I’ll quickly go and grab a new one.”

“You’re don’t want me to come?”

“I’ll be fine,” you waved him off, already jogging away, “see you later!”

Seeing the stationery shop had reminded you of the reason Hoseok brought you to Hogsmeade in the first place, but the right shop for your crystal ball was around the back. Feet falling further from the hum of the crowds, your mind was solely focussed on grabbing what you needed quickly. Hopefully you might be in time to catch up with Hobi.

The two of you had had a really great time today. As you wound further through the small alley, you found yourself with a smile on your face. If you ever found your soulmate, you hoped it would be someone like Hobi.

With a start, you tried to clear the thought. It wasn’t right to be thinking like that.

But he cared so genuinely about you, and you knew you would do the same for him. He made everything so easy, making you smile as easy as he did breathe.

No, you hadn’t missed him dodging your (somewhat intrusive) question in the Three Broomsticks earlier. You were sure he already knew his soulmate, but wanted to avoid talking about it when he knew that was the thing you wanted most of all.

He was just too sweet… whoever ended up with him was a lucky one, for sure.

The rapidly approaching shopfront snapped you from your rapidly derailing thoughts. Thankful, you strode faster towards the door, passing the windows stacked to the brim with glassy spheres, warping the light that filtered inside.

At such a pace, you nearly didn’t see it.

A small stroke of colour, hiding among the translucence of the crystal balls. Feet stuttering on their current path, you did a double take, looking back at the window.

Once again, you almost missed the small shape, since it was, well- small. Among the stacks of spheres, only one showed an image.

But now your eyes were locked on it, and you couldn’t look away, drawn in.

Though you knew crystal balls only showed images to one individual, some instinct thought for a second that perhaps it was a reflection. Hoseok had just come up behind you-

Whirling around in the avenue, you were met only with the windswept brick wall opposite.

Chest tightening, a weight settled there with disbelief. Knowing the potential gravity of this, you turned back to the window slowly, as if you dreaded what you might see.

Your eyes had grown about five sizes, and you stepped closer, daring the universe to change its mind before you could get closer.

But it stayed.

Nose pressed against the chilly glass, you stared right into the eyes of your friend-

Your soulmate?

It was indisputable. That wide smile beamed from the crystal, bright eyes shining just as they did any time you saw him.

No mists shrouded his face, presented to you undistorted, as clear as a reflection.

A small burst of air left your lips. Blinking, you realised yourself, unaware of just how long you had stood there, staring.

Not having realised how dry your mouth had become, you swallowed hurriedly, licking your lips as you pulled yourself away, leaping into motion all at once.

You barely paused to give the poor shopkeeper time to greet you as you dashed inside, bell tinkling wildly above the doorway. It was still ringing by the time you had located the crystal ball from the inside, grabbing it from the stand and practically throwing your money down on the counter.

“Thank you!” you called belatedly over your shoulder as the door fell shut and set the bell swinging again, only just having come to a stop from your crazed entry.

You couldn’t stop staring. The glass still hadn’t changed, not so much as a hair altered in the face of the boy that grinned back at you. Still, you didn’t want to tear your eyes from the pristine surface that held your soulmate.

It became necessary, unfortunately, as you almost ran straight into an irritated-looking witch heading into the village.

Gulping an apology, you hurried on, eyes flicking between the crystal in your hand and the path ahead.

The long walk – made worse as in this direction it was uphill – seemed like nothing. You were walking on air, feet a blur beneath you as you raced with an exhilarated smile up the deserted path to the castle.

You had to find Hobi. You had to know.

Did he see it too?

It was the first time your pace faltered.

What if he didn’t? You had thought he already knew who his soulmate was – why then would he not tell you, if he knew it was you? Maybe he didn’t know at all? Maybe he wasn’t ready?

Your panting breaths caught up with you, mind spinning.

But still floating within the crystal, Hoseok’s face remained constant.

Taking strength from the sight, though you half expected it to disperse in ripples like water at any moment, you huffed and pressed on. Already at the base of the entrance hall steps, you sprung up them.

There was no use worrying over all these questions. First you had to find Hobi.

Dinner was just beginning in the Great Hall. The glorious aroma filled the air as you moved through the large entrance doors, engulfed soon in the scattered swarm of students making their way towards it.

It was as good a bet as any, so you set off in the same direction, weaving through the clusters of people until you stood beside the towering archway, eyes searching desperately through the space.

No Hoseok.

Huffing, you tried to calm your heart with a deep breath, turning away-

There he was!

Passing right in front of the spot you had tucked yourself into, Hobi hadn’t noticed you, but you quickly sped towards his retreating back where he walked beside Jin and Namjoon.

Sidestepping and spewing apologies as you hurried towards him, you saw him finally seat himself not far away.

Freeing yourself from the last gaggle of people, you dashed the last couple of steps. Hobi finally saw you just before you came to a stop, frowning up at you in alarm as you stood, panting, opposite him at the table.

“Y/N, what happened…?” he asked, puzzled, as he took in the bag still swinging from your shoulder, the coat you had yet to shed.

Breath still falling heavy from your chest, you just looked him in the eyes, taking a final step forwards before setting the crystal ball down on the table with a little too much force. A few stares had already been drawn your way, but the clunk and the rattle of plates caught more attention.

You couldn’t care less.

“What do you see?” you panted, not breaking eye contact.

Blinking at you in mild shock, Hoseok’s gaze drifted hesitantly downwards to the glass sphere you had placed before him. You swore you could feel your heart beating in your throat as a light crease appeared between his brows.

“… what do I…” his eyes flickered up to yours again.

Maybe he saw it too?

“What do you see?” you repeated, quieter this time.

His eyes returned to the crystal globe.

“Why- do you-?” he stuttered.

“I just, I wanted to know- I-I-“

“You see it?” he asked.

Both of you were utterly oblivious to the eye roll shared by Jin and Namjoon, the giggles of surrounding students as they turned their eyes away. No, you were too wrapped up in each other’s answers.

Thoughts nearly overflowing, you gnawed at your lip.

If for whatever reason, he didn’t see you, if your soulmate was ill-fated…

At the same moment that you wanted to sing from the rooftops that you had found him, you didn’t want to admit to it first, wanting to be sure he knew, that he felt the same-

But someone had to break this tension.

“I see…” you muttered, taking a deep breath-

“You.”

Both your voices sounded at the same time, casuing your eyes to lock with one another. Blinking, you thought about pinching yourself.

Did he just say he saw you? Were your ears deceiving you?

A brilliant grin spread over his features, those eyes lighting up more beautifully than you could ever remember.

“I see you!” his volume grew with his excitement, and now you were grinning the same way without noticing it. The breaths falling out of you transformed into laughter.

Practically bouncing from his seat, Hoseok rushed around the table to capture you in his arms. Pulling you fiercely against him, you felt his heart thudding rapidly in his chest as you came flush against his chest, burying your face into his shoulder as you shook with elated, relieved laughter.

“It’s you,” you squeezed his robes again to emphasise your final word.

Against the top of your head, you felt him nod.

“It’s me,” he murmured.

You didn’t need to look to know he was smiling. Raising your head anyway, your chest felt so light, as if it had been filled with warm rays of sun as you met his eyes that brimmed with such fondness.

“You knew?” you whispered, “all this time, you knew?”

“I was waiting for you, love,” his lips curved in a softer smile. Then his eyes strayed from your face, quickly darting across the hall you still stood in, the students hurriedly looking away. “Shall we get out of here?”

Grin seizing your lips once more, you instantly nodded.

“Please.”

Hoseok had held your hand before.

But know that you knew, now that you allowed yourself to embrace the feelings you had tried to push away before, it felt like your skin was alight as he intertwined your fingers, barely resisting the urge to break into a run as you fled the Great Hall.

Exhilarated laughter mingled between the two of you, bouncing off the stone walls of the abandoned halls you tripped through, but you could wait no longer.

Tumbling around a corner, you both moved in chaotic harmony, Hobi tugging you up against him as you pushed at his shoulder. In a flurry of smiles and hands and rippling robes, your back was against the wall without a care, pressing your lips eagerly against his.

Fireworks fizzed in your stomach as you slid your hands from his shoulders to his hair, the back of his neck, desperately pulling him even closer, if that was possible. Meanwhile, his lips painted perfect kisses over your own, hands roaming your jaw, your waist, finally able to cave after waiting for you for so long.

All you could taste was him, your eyes shut in bliss. The buzz of the Great Hall above was far from your mind. For all you cared, you two were the only ones in the world, losing yourselves in each other at last.

You chased his lips at every movement until the last, rising to your tiptoes until you were panting, foreheads pressed together as his hands cupped your face, blocking out the rest of the corridor.

Breathless, you kept your eyes open, fixed on him. You had no need to see the light filtering through the windows, he was all the sun you would ever need. His eyes glittered across the dim space between you.

“I’m so happy it’s you,” you breathed. And you meant it.

“I would never want anyone else,” his reply was just as giddy before your lips collided once more.

You would never have to go searching within a crystal ball again, when all you wanted was right in front of you.

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Encore - Part of your world - Harry Hook x reader - part 22 - planning

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“beasty boy if yeh don’ tell meh where we are goin’ im goin’ ta rip that pretty grin off yer face!” Harry growled, trying to rip the blindfold on his eyes off but once again Ben slapped his hands away.

“pretty? Thank you~ and no this is a surprise! You can't see anything until we’re right where we need to be so hold on for just one more moment”

Harry was silent for a beat before he reached up to take off the blindfold again “ ‘ight that was a moment” he cackled a bit as Ben smacked his hand and he could feel the pout Ben was aiming at him.

“haha very funny now it's just around this corner!” Harry felt himself be tugged to the right and then abruptly stopped as Ben put his hands on his chest. “okay one moment”

“Ben” Harry warned, grinning slightly as Ben clicked his tongue at him and smacked his shoulder.

“okay….look!” Harry finally ripped off the blindfold, blinking fast from the sudden influx of sunlight that blinded him.

His jaw dropped as he looked at the large ship that rested in the docks before him. “I-Ben-wha’?”

Ben stepped in front of Harry and threw his arms wide open “this is my engagement gift to you and (y/n), I was planning on giving you this after your wedding but Evie gave me an idea that you two could use this to get married on!” Harry stared at the silvery-white sails that were held tightly by the pristine ropes.

“when-when did yeh start on this thing?!” Harry whispered yelled, climbing up the gangplank after Ben as the king went to give his friend a tour of his new ship. Ben gave a sheepish smile at that “, uh, I had it commissioned a bit after the barrier came down, it was originally going to be an apology gift to you and (y/n) for…well…taking her away from you” Harry's expression soured at the mention of when the vks kidnapped (y/n) to have FG send her back to her world “but then you proposed to (y/n) and I switched it up to an engagement gift! And luckily it was done just in time for you to possibly get married on” Ben clapped his hands together excitedly as Harry smirked at him “come on! I want to show you the captain's quarters!”

Harry followed Ben in stunned silence, spinning on his heels as he looked up at the magnificent sails.

-

“whew” you breathed, leaning back in Evie's sewing char and stretching your back “all that work just for the dress form huh?” Evie let out a small laugh, slipping your work in progress dress back into the form after she had you try it on to make sure her measurements were correct.

“Yeah, pretty much” she hummed, picking up a roll of chiffon and drawing some out until she reached the amount she needed “there's a lot that goes into dressmaking, even more, when it's for a wedding”

Uma hummed in agreement, scrolling through your tablet and seeing your designs for your dress and the bridesmaid's “rose gold?” Uma asked, facing the screen towards you. You glanced at it and nodded.

“yeah, rose gold looks good on just about anyone and it's pretty form-flattering color, my friend Jazzy’s a bit on the curvier side so I wanted her to feel comfortable yet fab as fuck so rose gold” Uma nodded, raising her brow at the one turquoise dress.

“what's this one?” Uma asked, raising her brow as you smacked your forehead.

“I knew I forgot about something!” you hissed, standing from Evie’s sewing chair and giving the girl a look. She immediately understood and left the room with an excuse of ‘forgetting something’ Uma raised her brows and looked back at you. “Uma, I meant to ask you this like, almost immediately after Harry proposed to me but” you reached out and took her hands “you have been by my side since the day Harry dragged me into the chip shop to join the crew, you accepted me as one of your own when you didn’t have to, and you didn’t turn me away when I told you the truth after lying to you about where I was from.” Uma eyes started to water as she realized where this was going. “you have been so supportive of both me and Harry and you are my best friend and pseudo sister, so on my wedding day, will you be my maid of honor?” Uma’s face scrunched up as tears of joy and shock ran down her face, she nodded and pulled you into a hug.

“yes, you fucking sap” Uma laughed, curling her fists into your shirt “ugg you’re making me cry”

You let out a small chuckled and squeezed her a bit, rubbing your thumb against her back “im sorry” she shook her head against your shoulder and pulled back, using her palms to dry her cheeks.

“it's fine, gah when did I get this emotional?” you giggled at that and shrugged.

“well there's no reason for you to bottle em up now, so” you gestured to her with a grin. Uma rolled her eyes and punched your shoulder “ow” you held your shoulder with a grin.

Evie stepped back into the room with a smile “well! You’ve got that done, your dress is being made, and you’ve got the guest list” Evie gestured to the purple folder on her sewing desk which had a white label printed on it with the words ‘guest list’. “now all you have left is the wedding party, the reception food planning, cake tasting with your aunt, decorations, flowers, and where you’re going to get married! Oh, and where you are going to have the reception too” Evie rambled, not watching you as you started to nervously tap your thumb against your ring.

Uma sighed and patted your shoulder “don’t worry girl, you got us and Harry to help with those decisions, it's not just your wedding to plan it's Harry’s too, and im sure he’d be more than willing to help out with everything he can” you giggled a bit and nodded.

“im sure, he still has to ask Harriet to be his best maid though” Uma and Evie gave you an odd look “he was going to go with Gil as his best man but he decided to go with Harriet instead so…best maid” Uma nodded while Evie took a second to shrug and turn back to your dress.

“So where are you thinking of having the ceremony,” Evie asked, distracted by creating the neckline for your dress.

“well, I was thinking the lost revenge?” you half asked half answered, looking to Uma for permission. She shrugged and nodded.

“yeah, if you two want to get married there go for it-“ she stopped mid-sentence as your phone started to ring. You quickly pulled it out and answered it when you saw the ID.

“hey harry, what's-…the docks? Why?...okay then? I'll see you soon” you snorted a bit; Harry had sounded very excited and had wanted you to come down to Ben's private docks for some reason. “uh, I have to go for a bit? Harry wants me to come down to the docks” Evie and Uma rose their brows but nodded.

“go on ahead, we can resume wedding stuff later, I’ll just be here working on the dress” Evie waved you off, Uma clamping your shoulder for a moment before leaning on Evie's sewing table as you walked out of the green room, got on your motorbike, and headed towards the docks.

-

You turned off your bike and took off your helmet, setting it on the seat and walking towards the docks, where you could see the form of Harry getting closer. “Harry?” he turned with a grin and held out his hand to you.

“(y/n)!” you grabbed onto his hand as you got close to him and smiled as he pulled you into his chest “I have somethin’ ta show yeh”

You gasped a bit as he covered your eyes with his hand and started to pull you towards the left end of the docks “uhhhh what's got you so excited?” you chuckled, tightly wrapping your hands around Harry's arm that held your hand and closed your eyes against his hand.

He took his hand off your eyes as he felt you close them and continued to pull you towards the surprise “you’ll see love, I promise, yer gonna love it”

You hummed in unknowing agreement and smiled as you felt Harry stop you and move in front of you, hands moving to your shoulders “yeh ready?”

“as I’ll ever be?” you laughed, gasping as Harry stepped beside you and told you to open your eyes “holy-shi- what?!” before you was a large dark brown ship with pure white sails, docked to Ben’s pirate docks. “what is this?!”

“it's our new ship love” Harry cooed, grabbing your hand and pulling you onto the ship, twirling you around for a moment before pulling your back against his chest “Ben had it made for us, and he” Harry paused for a moment “he had an idea about it”

He pulled away from you and started to walk towards the front of the ship at the bow “we-we can have an archway here, and-and fairy lights” he gestured above him with a wide grin, his eyes sparkling with excitement “strewn above us! And-and there” he pointed behind you. You turned to look at the back of the ship where the captain’s quarters were “you-you’ll come out and walk towards me…looking perfect, and then” you turned back to Harry with a smile on your face as Harry looked at you with the softest look you had seen on him. “then we’ll get married and we’ll start our new life together…here on the ship” you walked towards him, reaching out and grabbing his hands, pressing a kiss to his cheeks.

“you are such a dork and it's adorable “ Harry gave a sheepish grin “and that is an” you sighed dreamily, looking up at the sails “amazing idea… let's do it” you looked back at Harry, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close “let's get married on this ship”

“yeah?” Harry whispered, bumping his forehead into yours and wrapping his arms around you.

“yeah” you giggled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and laughing as Harry's lips pulled into a grin and he picked you up and spun you around.

He set you on your feet and hugged you tightly. “I love yeh (y/n)” he whispered, burying his face in your shoulder as you hugged him back just as tightly and whispered back.

“I love you too Harry”

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Fred and George do QVC

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It was a bright, sunny, Saturday afternoon, and Harry Potter was stuck inside folding laundry. He stared longingly at the window, wishing he was anywhere but here. Lately, he had been feeling listless and filled with ennui. His life at the Dursley’s was considerably less exciting than his life at school. Albeit, he didn’t have a crazed, nose-less, master wizard, trying to murder him here; but even that might have been an improvement, to the boredom he had felt all summer. He glanced across the room at his Aunt Petunia, who lounged on the sofa, half asleep. He wondered if she’d notice if he escaped outside, for a breath of fresh air. Uncle Vernon had just left, with Dudley and his friends, to see a professional football match. This was one of the numerous birthday surprises his aunt and uncle had lavished their son with. Harry would have liked to had gone too, but he was told “the laundry wasn’t going to fold itself.”

“If I were allowed to use magic outside of school, the laundry certainly *would* fold itself.” Harry thought bitterly.

The TV chattered away in the background.

“…and just so we’re clear, these are dishwasher safe?”  

“Yes, that’s right, Antonella. The Scrub Daddy is absolutely dishwasher safe.”

“And remember, you’re getting 12 of these! Order code 63528, when you call in.”

“Yes, and just quickly…because I know we are running out of time… I wanted to show you that the design for these is not just a smiley face. These are fully functional. Put your two fingers in the eye holes like so, and it stays on your fingers. That’s going to be fantastic for getting inside of mugs, cups, you name it.”

“Wow! that’s ingenious!”

The presenter turned and addressed the camera directly, holding the item for sale.

“Look! Here is what you’re getting, guys. And this packaging! Ah!  This custom packaging is exclusive to QVC, guys. And, all this could be yours, for 4 easy payments of $7.49. Amazing!”

The camera zoomed in, on the presenter’s face.

“Coming up, we have a couple of young entrepreneurs, showing us their latest confections. I’m sure we all know someone with a sweet tooth. Just wait till you see what these boys have in store for us today. But first, make sure you get your orders in for the Scrub Daddy. These things are selling like hot cakes!”

The shot cut to a pre-recorded infomercial, for Scrub Daddy sponges.  

“Hmmph!” Aunt Petunia snorted “I should order some of those for you, so you’ll stop ruining my pots!”  

Harry muttered under his breath “Well, if you fixed the dishwasher, instead of using me as your personal slave, I wouldn’t have to scrub the pots.”

“What was that?!” snapped Aunt Petunia, “You ungrateful little brat! After all your uncle and I have done for you; taking you in, like we did, after your parents…well…You should be ecstatic that I even offered to buy you anything!”

In a huff, she snatched the remote control off the coffee table and turned up the volume.

Harry put the folded laundry in the basket and stood to bring them upstairs.

“Up next, we have twins Fred and George Weasley, of Weasley Wizard Wheezes, here with us today. Welcome boys!”

Harry froze, gobsmacked. Much to his disbelief, there was his best friend’s older brothers, peddling their wares on QVC. One was wearing an evening tailcoat, which was neon orange with lime green polka dots. His trousers were also neon orange, but with a lime green tuxedo stripe running down each leg. The other twin was wearing the same tailcoat and tuxedo trousers, but in inverse colors to his brother. In contrast to the loudness of their jackets, both boys were wearing black cravats around their necks, giving them a ‘Victorian Regency on acid’ kind of look.

“Thanks for having us, Antonella. We’re happy to be here!” said one of the twins

“Remind us to buy a pack of those Scrub Daddies, before we leave.” said the other, “Our Dad would get such a kick out of them. Sponges with smiley faces. What a concept! Haha!”

His brother leaned into him, and theatrically whispered “We don’t need them ourselves. We can just use Malfoy’s head.” He held up two fingers in a sideways peace sign, and pretended to poke his brother in both eyes. “His hair is great at soaking up grease.”

The twins snickered together, as the presenter, unperturbed, carried on with the sales pitch.

“Fred and George have brought with them some of their Skiving Snackbox candies. Now, judging by the names of some of these, I think these would be perfect as a novelty get-well present, for someone in your life who’s been feeling a little under the weather. There’s something for every ailment. We’ve got ‘fever fudge’, ‘fainting fancies’, ‘nosebleed nougat’ and last but not least, ‘puking pastilles.’ Hehe! Now, what made you boys come up with this concept, for these sweets?”

“Well,” said Fred, “they’re not exactly for someone who’s already sick."

"That could result in some disastrous side effects.” quipped George

Fred turned to the camera and added “Always read the labels, kids!”

George continued, “They make you temporarily ill, if for example, you wanted the day off work. You pop in a fainting fancy. Bob’s your uncle-Fanny’s your Aunt, suddenly your GP has prescribed you a day of bed rest.”

“Oh, but totally 100% all muggle, I mean natural. 100% all natural.” Fred interjected

“Yes, definitely nothing magical about these candies at all.” George agreed, with a sheepish grin.

“Oh, I get it!” exclaimed the host, “That’s just like the Natural Herbal Detox Tea, we had on the show last month. This may be TMI, but I swear I was on the toilet for a week, after that segment! Hehehe!”  

Fred laughed and said, “Now would be a good time for me to tell one of my poop jokes.”

George replied “Nah, they always stink!”

“Hey-oh!” they cried, while high-fiving each other.

“You know what you needed?” Fred asked the host, “The Skiving Snackbox’s companion product, ‘You-No-Poo’. Guaranteed to cause crippling constipation in less than 3 minutes!”

“The constipation sensation, that’s gripping the nation!” exclaimed George

“Well, being conscious of time, lets move right along.” Antonella said, “Our viewers at home are probably wondering ‘but how do they taste?’ Let’s find out, shall we?”

She popped a candy into her mouth, and immediately started retching.

“NOOO!” the twins shouted in unison.

“You’re not supposed to eat the whole thing at once!” lamented Fred

“You’re only supposed eat half!” followed George

“The antidote is in the second half.” continued Fred

The poor unsuspecting host began urging in a rhythmic way, “Blech...Blech...Blech...Blech...”  

“Oh no!” wailed George “I think she’s stuck in vom-limbo.”

“Both sides of the sweet must be working against each other!” added Fred

“It’s simultaneously trying to make her be sick, and also keeping any sick from coming up.” George concurred.

Panic-stricken, Fred started rifling through his rugsack. He began removing items and throwing them behind him. A roll of parchment; a quill; various bottles and vials; a bowler hat; a cup of tea, complete with saucer; a set of fireworks, which exploded upon impact with the floor; a broom; a Yorkshire pudding; a literal kitchen sink...  

Between urges, Antonella asked “How...blech...did...blech...you...blech...fit...blech...all...blech...that...blech...in...blech...there?”

“Never mind that now! Here, eat this!” bellowed Fred, shoving the found antidote in the host’s mouth.

Finally, the retching stopped, but with it came a lengthy spew of vomit across the set, with such ferocity it rivaled Linda Blair in the exorcist. The show quickly switched to camera angle “B” to avoid broadcasting Antonella’s lost lunch to the viewers.

“I think it’s best we...uhh...take a little break,” the presenter said shakily, wiping tears and vomit from her face. “ugh... Up next we have Ken Oschipok with his beautifully iridescent Ammolite and White Zircon silver rings...ahh...oh...just a second, my producer is telling me something...”

She touched her finger to her ear, turned away from the camera and hissed into her mic “What do you mean you can’t find the rings? A Platypus? Are…are you sure it was a platypus? How did a platypus get in here, and why would it steal our merchandise?”

Fred and George exchanged worried glances.

The presenter looked back to camera, with a wide grin plastered on her face, “Sorry guys, we are just having a little bit of...umm...technical difficulties. We’ll be right back wi...OH!”

Suddenly a red envelope swooped down out of nowhere, flicked Antonella across the nose and stopped abruptly in front of the twins. A loud but shrill voice echoed throughout the studio.

"FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY! OF ALL THE COCKAMAMIE STUNTS YOU’VE EVER PULLED — MUGGLE TV? YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU! IMAGINE MY SURPRISE WHEN I RECEIVED A CALL FROM RITA SKEETER, ASKING FOR A QUOTE FROM THE DELINQUENTS’ MOTHER — I NEVER — IN ALL MY DAYS — YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK ~ AGAIN! AS IF THE MINISTRY HASN’T BEEN FACING ENOUGH BACKLASH, AFTER THAT NIFFLER GETTING LOOSE, NOW THIS? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? YOU TWO COME HOME THIS INSTANT!!!"

Once the assault on everyone’s ears subsided, the presenter unsteadily staggered out of shot, with her hand on her forehead, murmuring “I think I need a nap, or a drink, or both”

The screen cut to another pre-recorded infomercial; a cheerful rock jingle began to play.

You wanna skip class, but not look like an ass? If you want an excuse; What have you got to lose? You better show some moxie, Grab a Skiving Snack Box-y From Weasley- Wizard - Wheezes!

Harry stood slack jawed, in the living room, transfixed by what had just played out on the tv in front of him. Clean laundry scattered around his feet, from where he’d dropped the basket.

“Bloody Hell! Those crazy troll bogeys!” He thought with a grin. A shocked guffaw escaped his throat.

Aunt Petunia gave him a scandalized glare and shrieked “I suppose you have something to do with this?”

Harry scooped all the laundry into his arms and dashed upstairs before she could chastise him any further. Although, he imagined any tongue-lashing Aunt Petunia could give him, would pale in comparison to the dressing down the twins were probably getting, from Molly Weasley, right now. She is one fierce boss-witch.

“Oh, to be a fly on the wall at the Burrow, right now” Harry said to himself, with a chuckle. “I can’t wait to hear the details from Ron!”

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Harry with Kids #12 Fans

Kids age: Connor (2)

Harry loved his fans probably almost as much as he loved his family but sometimes they could be a bit much to handle. Like when you two tried to go to dinner after going to a Fleetwood Mac concert for your second date. The show had just ended and the two of you headed backstage to go say hello to Stevie (you had been fangirling all night) and the rest of the band. Harry had introduced you to them and you somehow spent twenty minutes talking to Christine McVie about a British baking show. It was an amazing night up until you and Harry tried to discretely leave the venue to try and make your dinner reservations for the night. Once you made it to the back door you heard the sounds of squeals and shouts. Harry tried to cover you as much as he good while his two bodyguards ever so carefully parted the crowd before you. Most of the effort was useless however because you still managed to leave with large scratches running down your left arm and one less earring. The night ended with Harry profusely apologizing and the two of you getting Chinese take out for the night. After that most of the chaos and fan frenzies died down with the exception of your wedding day which was a whole other chaotic day. You could handle the fans and after being married to Harry for a little over three years they had finally grown to love you for the most part. With all that being said Harry still worried. 

Connor had just turned two and had begun his rebellious stage. No became his new favorite word and he refused to sit in his stroller anymore as he was a “big kid now” in his own words. He hated being held for too long and he had gotten into the tendency of trying to run away whenever you let go of his hand. His mischievous grin and his small little dimple were the telltale signs that something was about to go wrong. 

You and Harry had decided to go do some quick Christmas shopping in London with Connor for the day. It had been a hassle that morning to try and get Connor into his winter coat and keep the hat on his curly brown hair. Harry was a bit high strung today as well as he was dropping the first single off his new album later this week. The song itself was beautiful as everything Harry writes and this one was special as he had written it the day your son was born. Jeff had been calling the house none stop for the last half hour and you thought you would never make it outside at the rate in which Harry moved. You and Connor had gotten dressed over an hour ago and were patiently waiting in the living room watching tv while Harry sat in his pajamas talking on the phone. You crept up the stairs carefully before making your way to his office.

“Yeah, Jeff I understand that but what I don’t understand is why I have to release a promotion video for the single. I’m already doing the interview with James on Thursday and the interview with Grimmie on Friday morning.” Harry spoke into the intercom as you watched him swivel in his chair. You gave him a stern look before pointing at your watch. He sheepishly smiled as he muted Jeff and told you he would be down in a minute. You nodded your head and blew him a kiss before walking back down and getting Connor into the car. Blasting Christmas music in the car, the two of you waited as Harry sprinted down the driveway towards you. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before he put the car in reverse and began driving towards London. 

It was about a twenty-minute drive into the heart of the city. Connor had continued to be fussy in the car as he complained about being hungry (even though you offered him three different types of snacks). 

“Connor you need to calm down now otherwise we won’t go see Santa and we won’t be getting hot chocolate” Harry stated as he starred at your son through the rearview mirror.

“But daddy I’m hungry now.....” Your son whined.

“Connor Robin Styles if you don’t stop whining we are going home” Harry repeated causing your little boy to huff and turn his face towards the window. 

Harry parked the car carefully before grabbing your purse and helping you get a pouting Connor out of the car. You tugged his hat on tightly around his curls and gave him a swift kiss to his cheek. He gave you a sheepish smile before stretching his arms out for you to hold him. You carefully lifted him out of the car before Harry closed the door behind you.

“There’s my smiling boy! Why don’t we go in and see if we find anything for Nana Anne and Auntie Gemma? Do you think we will?” You asked your little boy as he cheered and began to wiggle in your grasp. 

“Nana a kitty” he screamed as you began walking down the street. You laughed.

“I don’t think Nana needs another kitty baby. Maybe we can find her a kitty necklace?” You suggested as Connor nodded his head and tried to wiggle out of your grasp again.

“Bud come here stop squirming for your mum,” Harry says as he tries to grab your son from you. Connor squirms and shouts, latching onto your neck quickly.. Harry groans as you give him a sympathetic smile. 

“It's ok bud. Tell you what why don’t we go into this store and see if we find that necklace. Maybe if you ask daddy nicely he can go get us a hot chocolate” You whisper to your son as Harry shakes his head.

“Hot chocolate daddy please?” Your son askes with his big doe-eyes. 

“Sure buddy I’ll be right back”

“Oo with a candy cane daddy” Connor mumbles excitedly. Harry chuckles.

 “Haha, of course, we can’t have hot chocolate without the candy cane now can we” Harry laughs as he gives you a quick kiss before walking down the street to the closest coffee shop. 

You noticed a couple of cameras flashing around you so you quickly walk into the jewelry shop, trying to cover Connor’s face as much as possible. Once inside you carefully put Connor down and grab his hand as you walk over to the counter to take a look at the necklaces in the display case. 

“Connor, don’t let go of my hand ok love. There’s a lot of people outside, I don’t want you to get hurt” 

“Ok mummy” he mumbles as he stares at the jewelry case. His eyes shine brightly as he tugs on your arm and points at a pendant on the bottom shelf.

“Kitty mommy, kitty!” Connor squealed. You carefully looked down and asked the saleswomen to pull it out for you. As you were leaning over to take a better look a hand wrapped around your waist causing you to jump. You looked up and found your husband grinning down at you, two cups of hot chocolate in his hand. 

“Daddy look kitty for Nana” Connor states as he points at the pendant he chose. Harry looked carefully over your shoulder to see it before crouching down to your son’s height.

“I think Nana is going to love it bud. Here have a sip of your hot chocolate” Harry says as he tilts the cup carefully towards your son who takes a big gulp and grins. 

Harry proceeds to pay for the gift while you walk around the store sipping on your hot chocolate with Connor. You take a quick glance out the window and see a crowd of what you can only assume are Harry’s fans waiting at the door. You cautiously walk over to him and place a hand on his shoulder before gesturing towards the door. He takes a quick glance before cussing. He turns towards the sales assistant and asks her whether there is a second exit you guys could use. She, unfortunately, shakes her head and you begin to get nervous. Harry squeezes your hand softly. 

“It's fine love. I’m going to see if I can get a hold of George and see if he can get someone to come down and at least bring the car around for us. You and Connor stay here I’m going to go and say hello to some of them and see if I can get them to give us some space” He states as he takes out his phone and begins to search through his contacts. 

You hadn’t had any recent problems with fans but with Harry’s single coming out this week you weren’t sure what would happen. Connor had never really seen a crowd this big yet as you tried to keep him out of the spotlight as much as possible. Harry finished his phone call and handed you the gift bag before walking outside. You stood quietly in the store as Connor looked out the window at his dad. 

“Mommy outside” he stated as he pointed at the door and started to walk. You quickly grab his hand as he wiggles and whines. 

“Connor no, we’re waiting here for daddy,” you state sternly. You continue to wrestle with your two-year-old until the sales assistant starts speaking to you.

“Excuse me miss, I think the little one has dropped his hat,” She says coming to hand you Connor’s red winter hat. Just as you were about to place it on his head Connor starts running towards the door and opens it. 

“CONNOR” you scream as you chase after him into the crowd. 

Your heart begins to pound as you open the door and don’t see your little boy. The swarm of girls has increased and the little boy is nowhere to be seen. You scream his name until you spot Harry. 

“Harry! Harry! Connor’s missing, I can’t find him” you scream as some girls around you begin to look for him. 

Harry quickly drops the notebook he was signing and began to shout your son’s name as searches the crowd for your little boy. At this point, you are on the verge of tears as girls continue to push there way towards Harry despite his state of distress. You feel as if you are about to have a heart attack as your little boy could be crushed somewhere on the ground or could have been taken. Tears in your eyes you push through the crowd until a small in a light blue coat begins to scream your name.

“(y/n), (y/n) he’s over here” the little girl shouts as the crowd tries to give you some space. 

You run to the little girl and find your baby curled up on the floor, crying. You quickly pick him up in your arms. You shove your face into his neck and soothingly run your hands through his hair, trying to calm your baby’s wailing sobs. As you rock your baby back and forth Harry came over and thanked the little girl quickly, signing her notepad before wrapping his arms tightly around you and your son.

“Oh my god” He whispered as he placed a kiss on your son’s head and squeezed the two of you tighter. 

“George called Ken to come bring the car around, he’s just around the corner. Do you think you’ll make it?” He asked carefully. You nodded your head. 

“Ok come here buddy. I’m going to carry you, ok? Harry mumbles as he carefully takes the little boy from your arms and places his hat over his head. He turned to look at you before burying his face in his father’s neck. 

You both carefully walked through the crowd, stopping again to thank the little girl who found Connor on the ground. Harry carefully open the door for you before passing you a now exhausted Connor so you could place him in his car seat. Once he was strapped in Harry slide in next to you and carefully grabbed your hand, placing a chaste kiss on your knuckle. You both greet Ken as he begins to drive you all home. 

“God I nearly had a heartache today. I know you’re reluctant to get security but I think it’s time” Harry mentions as he begins to tweet something to his fans. 

“Yeah, it’s time. I don’t want to go through that again” you reply as you remove the hat from your son’s head to find him asleep in his car seat. 

[lululawrence]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged a week or two ago by @helloamhere to do wip wednesday, so even though @jacaranda-bloom, @beau-soleil-louis, and @reminiscingintherain tagged me to do the last line challenge, i’m letting this fill in for that instead hehe So! here’s a snippet of my current wip! it’s working title is voice harry au, which makes basically no sense to anyone but me, but since this is wip wednesday and doesn’t really have rules, i guess i can explain that too before i share my snippet!

i almost got so distracted i didn’t tag anyone, so i tag those i tagged above who want to do this, as well as @londonfoginacup, @sadaveniren, @becomeawendybird, @kingsofeverything, @laynefaire, and @lightwoodsmagic!

so this all came about because i was watching the voice with my parents and there was this kid trying out. he was from this tiny resort town in idaho (niall played there last year, actually!), and he talked about how growing up he never thought he’d leave his town because he loved it so much. but as he got older, the town grew and changed into a resort town for the rich and famous and he no longer felt like he belonged in this place he loved with so much of himself. it was a rough time for him because he was in high school and didn’t know what he was going to do with himself, and that was when he discovered music and he felt like maybe that was his way out.

during all of this, it showed him sitting on this overlook rock, looking out on this gorgeous lake with trees surrounding him and his outfit was very harry 2013 (a la loose fitting shirt, beanie with curls poking out, etc) and when he came out to sing, his long hair looked like harry’s as well and later he even talked about how people often tell him he reminds them of harry styles. his voice was great as well, and it was then, that this famous/non-famous fic was born. it uses some of the feelings he described in his packet, but the rest of his experience was very different for the fic that grew in my mind.

and with that, below the cut, is the (long, unedited) snippet of my voice harry wip, hopefully coming soon to the @1000feelingsfics fest! haha

Harry set his guitar on the stand and walked to the bar where Mitch was had his beer waiting.

“Oh, Mitch! Buying me a beer? You shouldn’t have,” Harry teased, pretending to act coy. “After all, what would Sarah say?”

“Fuck off, Harry,” Mitch said, but he wasn’t hiding his smile very well. Harry knew he said otherwise, but underneath it all, Mitch really did love him.

Harry laughed and took a sip. He loved the seasonal lagers they served at Steve’s and a new one had just come out last week. Harry sighed happily as he sat down at the stool in front of Mitch.

“So, what did you think?” Harry asked as he set his cup down on the bar. “Is there a certain set you think works better than the other? I liked my new song from Tuesday, but I’m not sure. I feel like people might have preferred my original song from tonight better.”

“I liked your original, myself, but redoing one of Louis Tomlinson’s songs the way you did was ballsy.”

Harry turned, surprised by the voice he heard close to his shoulder. Upon seeing who it was, Harry was even more glad he’d set his glass down before so he couldn’t drop it on the floor when he realized Louis fucking Tomlinson himself was complimenting Harry’s music.

“Holy shit,” Harry said quietly, eyes wide. He blinked a few times, but Louis continued to stand there. “You’re…” Swallowing, Harry did his best to pull himself together and say a full sentence. “Hi, I love your music and I don’t think I’ve played your song yet tonight.”

“You haven’t,” Louis said, smile wide and eyes sparkling. God, he was somehow even more beautiful in person. “But I’ve come every night to hear you sing. You’re really talented.”

Harry looked back to Mitch to see if he was hearing the same thing Harry was. He must have fallen and hit his head or something, because this absolutely wasn’t real. There was no way the Louis Tomlinson had listened to him for three nights and liked what he heard.

“What are you looking at me for?” Mitch asked, flicking Harry with his wet rag as he moved further down to clean the bar where a party had just left. “The pop star is talking to you, not me.”

Turning back to Louis and feeling a bit sheepish over the fact he’s behaving like some socially-challenged elementary school child, Harry rubbed the back of his neck and smiled as best he could. “Thank you,” he finally managed.

“You’re welcome,” Louis said, bowing his head a little as he gestured to the stool beside Harry. “Is this taken?”

Harry shook his head as quickly as he could. “Nope. Definitely free.”

Smiling even wider, Louis sat down and smiled at Mitch. After ordering a beer on tap, Louis turned to Harry. “So, do you write your original stuff by yourself or do you have a writing partner?”

“Oh, uh,” Harry couldn’t really believe he was being asked about his writing process with someone as famous as Louis. What had this night become. “Well I usually write it by myself, but sometimes if I’m stuck on a part or something, Mitch here is really great with a guitar and writing some things himself.”

“He’s full of shit, don’t believe a word he says,” Mitch warned Louis as he handed him his beer then walked away.

Louis started cackling before turning his bright smile Harry’s way. “God, he’s already one of my favorite people in this town.”

Harry tried not to let a swirl of jealousy grow within his belly. “He’s pretty great, yeah,” Harry forced out with what was hopefully a genuine smile before taking a sip of his beer. He really didn’t have much time left before he needed to start his next set, and besides, he really did love Mitch.

“Does he help you with the arrangements for your covers as well?” Louis asked before taking a sip of his own and humming happily at his choice. “I’m being serious when I tell you I’ve never heard someone take a hugely popular song and making it entirely their own like you do. It’s incredible.”

“Thank you,” Harry said, still feeling like this conversation was somehow not really happening. “Those are all my own, though.”

Louis tilted his head and smiled at Harry. “Your YouTube videos are pretty impressive as well, you know.”

Harry choked on his beer in surprise and winced at the burning sensation it caused inside his nose. Thankfully none actually came out, but it was a near thing and that would be bothering him the rest of the night.

“You looked me up on YouTube?” This conversation somehow continued to shock him and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle too much more. Louis was going to send his blood pressure so high he was going to pass out.

Smirking, Louis said, “I’ve done my research on you best I could, yeah.”

Shaking his head, Harry finally had to ask the question that had been running through his head from the moment Louis turned this into a full fledged conversation. “Why?”

“Why what?” Louis asked, chuckling. “You’re good, Harry. I already told you that.”

“Yeah, but,” Harry ran his hand nervously through his hair. “I’m not that good. I mean, I like to think I’m pretty good, but I’ve been called mediocre enough times to know that my chances of getting out of this town thanks to music are slim.”

Louis narrowed his eyes. “Anyone who calls you mediocre obviously has no idea what the fuck they’re talking about.”

Harry snorted. “Yeah, well some of them were pretty high up in various record labels, so excuse me for disagreeing.”

“You got in for auditions at labels?” Louis asked, eyebrows high. Harry was at least somewhat glad he was able to turn the tables for at least a little bit.

Shrugging, Harry said, “A couple.”

“Five,” Mitch yelled from where he was mixing drinks a few feet over. “He’s gone to LA for five different labels.”

Turning back to Harry, Louis said, “They’re fucking idiots.”

“Said I wasn’t what they were looking for,” Harry said. “Or that I was too mediocre to gain a true following or something like that.”

Louis leaned forward and said, “Well, I’m telling you they are wrong and I’d like to prove to you how much I believe that.”

One last swig to drain the cup, Harry stood up and asked, “Oh yeah? And how’d you like to do that?”

“Write with me.”

“Yeah right,” Harry said turning around to walk back to his makeshift stage. This had to be a prank someone was pulling on him. Hell, Grimmy knew exactly how much he loved Louis and his music. He’d probably run into him and asked him to pull Harry’s leg or something.

“I’m serious,” Louis called after him.

“Okay,” Harry said with a laugh before he picked up his guitar. “I’ll dedicate this next set to you and if you’re still here afterwards, we can exchange numbers.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Curly.”

[iamnotbrianmay]

(English is not my native language so umm sorry for any occurring mistakes? > <)

*shuffles awkwardly* Hi dear I come bearing writing prompts? *nervous laughter* I swear initially they were meant to be short descriptions BUT EVERYTHING GOT TOTALLY OUT OF HAND BY THE END. MY GOD THEY’RE SO DAMN LONG NOW. YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS IF YOU DON’T WANT TO (you could take all of them, some of them, one of them or NONE OF THEM ok? Totally fine!) so please don’t feel pressured? :) And you’re welcome to put your own spin on the prompts, pass them onto other writers if they’re interested or to collab with someone else! :D

But seriously though you can also just treat them as littles “stories” from me (aka. your humble little anon fan) to you, intended for your amusement instead of writing requests alright? Sorry to bombard you so suddenly with all this LOL. BTW you’ll see mostly they’re Brian’s POV because that’s just how my brain is wired lol it’s been like that since day 1 I CAN’T HELP IT.

BTW the “His Majesty, KING!” series by chateauofmyheart (I think she’s most known for the Queen + Rare Words series and her Tumblr blog is chateauofmymind) is THE fic that completely changed my perspective on gender swap themes. After reading that I was fascinated by how good it can be in the hands of brilliant writers. Hence all you’re reading right now ahahahaha it’s like a floodgate been opened LOL.

Alright? Here we go with the first one - Modern day!AU, Poly!Fem!Queen(King) with supernatural elements? (I’m still gonna use male names and pronouns here to avoid confusion but at the same time it’s also because of I wanna see what female names you’d bestow upon them! Surprise me then? :D) Brian always has a connection with the “spiritual side” since he was a kid, sometimes he sees auras, energies, spirits and even on very rare occasions, deities. But it’s not as glamour as it sounds and he has learned the hard way to keep this solely to himself since no one will believe him. And to pretend to be “normal” is very important since not everything he sees is harmless, he has to find ways to avoid being haunted by evil beings, but it doesn’t always work; More often than not his health or mood is affected or he’s chased and stalked and has terrible nightmares hence the insomnia. By the time he got to college, though things still got really bad every once in a while but it felt like he has finally beginning to have situations under some semblance of control. Strangely, all these seemed to largely improved right after he became friends with Roger, Freddie and John, BUT inconveniently started pining after them real quick. His usual tactics were to keep his distance from the people around him but this time he’s drawn to them, feeling oddly alone when they’re not together; How sad is that? Falling in love for the first time in his life yet knowing there’s just no way it’s gonna end happily, but they don’t need to know that it’s fine he’s used to being the outcast. Although his first meetings with each of them does feel a little unusual? They sure are a weird bunch for example, who would own so many of candles? And why so many talismans as well? (Very beautiful though all seems to be handmade perhaps they’re just into DIY stuffs and craftsmanship?) Also the look they gave him? Gleam in their eyes akin to excitement and awe, almost predatory in a sense? Not to mention all those cryptic sentences and meaningful glances shared between the three. It sounds crazy but sometimes they gave off such strong “witchy” vibes as if they’re actual witches like the ones in the movies or something (NOT the Harry Potter kind but more like, The Craft? But in a good way?), that being said Brian does have this distinct feeling that they’re in on some kind of secret which he’s not a part of and it makes him feel a bit sad and left out, but he hides his feelings well(me: or so he thinks haha we’re all familiar with this trope yeah? MOVING ON LOL). These three are lovely together, but Brian’s afraid of screwing things up so he kept his mouth shut and just took whatever he can get. Plot twist LOL one night after a horrible near-death incident (caused by a horrendous curse aimed directly at him and much later on he learned that somehow it was powerful enough to break through the “protection ring” which Roger, Freddie and John had cast around him, WTH?!), he’s eventually saved by the other three and now he really wants some answers and perhaps the truth. It turns out that they’re all actual witches with different abilities and incredible powers including the oblivious Brian, Roger, Freddie and John had known this their entire life and all had proper training except for Brian who isn’t from a witchcraft family. Basically the other three have being protecting and guarding him ever since they’ve met (even though he doesn’t know a damn thing about his own gifts, they were very adamant that he belongs to them and their own “coven”). The four of them actually formed one of the most powerful witch coven ever and the curse was cast by another malicious one that’s jealous and afraid of how powerful they’re going to be once Brian realizes his own gifts, so they tried to get rid of him first. Cue a happy Poly!Fem!OT4 ending and a love confession + getting together yeah? :D And they all work on helping Brian to develop and harness his own powers. Love youuuu. (BTW I’m “obsessed” with Gothic aesthetics and vibes. This seems to be the perfect universe for this type of element to shine right? :D Literally everything ranging from character styles to witchcraft tools could be incorporate with it but I don’t think I did a good job in describing. Orz)

And off to the second prompt now! Shall we? :) Modern day!AU, Poly!Fem!Queen(King)? (Or no gender swap is fine too! Again I’m still using male names and pronouns here same reasons as above), It’s around 20:00 when Brian exited his plane. This past one month period of astronomy conference had been an opportunity of a life time and literally one of his biggest dreams. It’s a huge honor for him to be able to participate but after being away from his three lovers for so long, he does miss them terribly; The schedule of the conference is quite hectic and irregular with very little down time though the four of them do try to facetime or skype each other as often as they can, it still is nothing like being with each other in person, not to mention they’re all busy and more often than not had to resort to just texting in their group chat. His heart now flutters happily thinking about home and them. Just as when he’s about to call for a taxi someone’s hand came up around his waist – it’s John! And apparently John had arranged in advance for some people to come and take care of Brian’s luggage, Him however, remains firmly tucked by Brian’s side. Though they’re both not too keen on PDA Brian finds the urge to kiss him incredibly strong right now. John seems to be the same considering the heat in his eyes and if his smirk is anything to go by - “Wanna go for a ride? Our new car’s pretty neat.” “The one that Roger picked?” “Yeah.” “He agreed that you can drive it?” “Well he’s going to have to since the car keys’ being nicked.” “Oh my god John you stole Roger’s car keys?!” “It’s OUR car so technically it’s not stealing.” TBH John’s expression right now is kinda turning him on okay calm down deep breath they’re still in public god damn it. John proceed to guided Brian towards their ride and it is indeed a beautiful car. While John drove Brian asked Roger and Freddie’s whereabouts and got a mysterious smile and a vague “you’ll see” instead. It’s getting quite late and there’s not much traffic on the road so John might be speeding up a bit to enjoy the thrill. Normally Brian would fret over this but now he’s just happy, content and relaxed after coming home and reuniting with his lovers. He even let out an excited little shout and rolled down the window a bit to enjoy the night breeze when John sped up, which John beamed at him. “This isn’t our way home?” “We’re not going home yet.” “And are you gonna tell me where we’re heading?” “You’ll see.” Again with that cryptic-John-smile. They continue to drive up and deep into the mountains and eventually stoping at a lovely camping site with an elegant looking villa, John explained that they’ve booked this whole area exclusively for the next couple of days; They’ve missed him and all wanted to spend some alone time with each other. The weather is nice so it’s a clear starry night sky above and there’s a small bonfire crackling along with Roger and Freddie’s laughter, who are currently sitting beside it. Brian leaned over to John, planting a chaste kiss on his lips and whispered his thanks but apparently John had something else in mind. As soon as Brian began to pull back John shot out his hands and tugged on Brian’s hair just the way he knows how he likes it, that forced a surprised whimper out of Brian’s mouth and John took the opportunity to practically devour him with hungry kisses and tongue. Things heat up fast and Brian’s soft moans quickly became louder as John wasted no time opening up his shirt, caressing all over his chest and pinching his nipples. Brian let out a high-pitched yelp as John bit on his earlobe suddenly and at the same time dipped his hand into his underwear. Then Freddie showed up knocking disapprovingly on the car door window: “Tsk tsk starting without us already? That’s rude darling!.” Hearing this John let go of Brian’s lips, beamed at Freddie and opened the car door but didn’t retrieve his hand. Brian, now flushed and disheveled, looked up and gave Freddie a sheepish smile but abruptly let out another whimper as John started moving his fingers. He bit his lips in embarrassment, trying to contain his noise but quickly released them as John growled, demanding to hear his voice. Seeing this Freddie smirked and quickly bent down, grabbing Brian’s face and pulling him into another round of passionate and possessive kisses, full of teeth and tongue. “Oi! Stealing my car now John?! Wanker.” Roger appeared scowling but John just laughed and so does Freddie, letting go of Brian’s lips. Brian blinked a few times, willing his now distracted brain to focus on locating Roger and wordlessly held out his hands, beckoning him closer. Roger moved nearer and hummed his appreciation at the current sight on display, taking hold of both of Brian’s wrists with one hand, ran his other one over Brian’s exposed chest and suddenly pinched his nipple perfectly in time with John, who’s fingers just did something amazing inside Brian’s underwear. Brian moaned loudly and arched his back, feeling his orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast but soon let out a confused whimper when he felt John retrieving his touches. Roger laughed, nuzzled behind his ears and growled, “Only if you beg prettily enough.” Then he tugged him up and gestured towards the villa. “Let’s go and make good use of that giant bed.” Freddie nodded, agreeing with Roger, eyes drinking in the sight in front of him and licked his lips. “I’ll put out the bonfire then. Don’t start anything fun without me!” He kissed Brian once more, heatedly and full of promises of more to come, bit his lips playfully and quickly head towards the fire. “I was gonna make him come once before we go inside but your idea is quite tempting.” John smirked at Roger. “Will you do as Roger says love? Beg prettily for us? Should we allow you to come at all?” “Pleasepleaseplease.” Brian could only whimper, already feeling the familiar heavenly float that could only come from being cared for by his lovers. “Good boy. We’re gonna take such good care of you now, you can let go.” Roger began running his hand through Brian’s hair alongside with John, waiting for Freddie to return. Cue a steamy, sexy and loving Poly!Fem!(or not fem)OT4 night yeah? And there may or may not be a huge jacuzzi in the villa that they all made good use of. <3333

Okay now prompt number 3 is the standard type that one usually gets in their askbox if a writer is open for requests - Your take on in the Poly!Queen universe how would Freddie persuaded/convinced/forced?(XD) Brian to play harp for Love of My Life (and why Brian specifically? Besides all the rational reasons for him to be that person, you might be able to come up with something that’s outside the box? :D) and how the whole “Brian eventually constructed the song from piano onto acoustic guitar for live performances” business came about? Do you ever wonder why it’s not Freddie on the piano playing and singing like what he’s done with other songs? Or why not Brian on the piano while Freddie sings like the beginning of their live performances for Save Me? (AGAIN besides all the rational reasons behind it I’m still interested in your take. :P Have you read that Brian’s interview in which he says he thinks Freddie sees him as his own personal Jimi Hendrix and basically said that they’re gonna do this together? And those early year interviews regarding their album A Night at the Opera in which Freddie said he’s gonna make Brian play the harp until his hands drop off LOL and how Freddie describe the harp as the big thingy that angels play? Yeah Freddie we know that Brian’s your angel and SOUL BROTHER ahhhh I’m making myself emotional now QQ)

Ready for prompt number 4? Last one for now haha I think my brain is drying up lol. It just shows how amazing writers are! I salute you! You are wonderful. <333 Poly!Queen? Hot Space!Era (AUish)?, starting with them having a really rough time in the studio and it had been going on for quite a while (Prenter’s presence and words definitely didn’t help. It only gets worse and for some reason Brian has this feeling that he’s been singled out as target) and a particularly nasty fight broke out one day and even more unfortunate is that the fight got personal. And of course it has something to do with the infamous diss track: Back Chat (the fandom seems to think this song is aimed at Brian? though we will never know the truth ummm), Brian left the studio in the end (bitterly he denies the voices in his head calling him a coward for running away. He just wanted some fresh air, and maybe some alcohol in a bar that his bandmates do not frequent so he wouldn’t be found). Somehow, a band that’s also on the rise of fame managed to track him down while he was trying to numb himself quickly by getting plastered. They then offered a pretty sweet deal of him leaving Queen (“Since they don’t seem to love you anymore.” One of them murmured softly to him and hearing this is like been stabbed through the heart.) and joining them instead, not just as the song writer and lead guitarist but also as the lead vocalist of the band, basically saying that he could have everything; Strangely, it turns out that they actually had some “inside information” regarding of what’s been going on in Queen and had been following for a while, all of them keen on taking Brian’s side. Through the drunken fog in his brain his heart sank. Queen has already established the reputation of being a tight unit especially after their success, generally people respect their close bond with each other so there hasn’t been any “headhunting�� propositions for a VERY long time; The fact of it appearing again now out of all times only brought out senses of dread, thoughts immediately heading to a dark place in which all the worst-case scenarios resides: is this actually his bandmates asking him to leave through a third party? Are they so fed up with him that they couldn’t even stand to break the news in person? Is this them breaking up with him? He’s suddenly so cold and dizzy that he started swaying unsteadily, the band then quickly offered to bring him back to their own brand-new recording studio for a tour and maybe some rest. Feeling drunk and resigned Brian just watched silently with half lidded eyes as they maneuvered him out of his seat. As they were about to usher him out of the bar suddenly all motion stopped as the band abruptly came face to face with Roger (eyes narrowed and fists balled, obviously fuming), Freddie (seemingly nonchalant with raised eyebrow but his coiled muscles as if ready for a fight totally says otherwise) and John (his face somehow even more unreadable than usual, eyes glinting ominously). Sensing the atmosphere shift, those who were around Brian all collectively took a step back and for some unknown reason, a few guilty looks appeared on some of their faces. Brian started swaying again without the support and Freddie quickly appeared besides Brian, wrapping tightly around him and helped carrying his weight. However, still feeling angry and devasted Brian tried to wriggle out of his embrace but found himself drunk and too slow and did not have the strength at to pry open Freddie’s “iron grip” at all (yeah how could he forget that Freddie is in fact a damn good athlete and a boxer, John also joined him in the gym these days these two often had great fun together). Sensing Brian’s struggle Freddie only wordlessly tightens his hold; Brian eventually gave up trying to get free after a few attempts instead just bit his lips (nervous habit kicking in now) and looked away, unwilling to face his three bandmates and lovers. “Where the hell do you think you’re taking OUR guitarist to?” Roger snarled, also coming up besides Freddie to help supporting Brian. After a quick check up on him, he frowned when he found that Brian’s skin is cold and clammy. “It’s great that you guys want to look out for OUR Brimi, but we’ll take it from here now.” There’s a storm brewing behind Freddie’s eyes, dismissal clear in his voice. Yet in the same time he’s very mindful of the drunk Brian now stiffly resides in his and Roger’s arms, careful to not cause him anymore physical discomfort. “It seems that a certain rat has been feeding you all kinds of information on us? Things that he’s not supposed to pry and definitely not supposed to blab about?” With a dark edge to his voice, John stepped forward, staring down at the few guilty faces in front of him, smiling cold and sharp. “Well he’s not around anymore, make of that what you will.” Slowly Brian blinked up at John through his drunken haze in surprise, it has to be Prenter that they’re talking about, right? But how— “Let’s get back to the hotel, Bri’s not feeling so well.” Roger grunted, tugging the other three out of the bar impatiently, his hold on Brian is steadfast and unwavering. “Come on guys, get in the car.” “Please come back with us Brimi? We know that you’re still hurting but I promise you, we’re gonna get through this together, alright?” Well now that’s just unfair, Freddie’s bringing out his nickname now in that soft tone AND looking at him like he’s something precious, really not fair at all. Brian could only nod, not trusting his voice yet but Freddie beamed brightly at him. “I’m sorry, baby. We’ll all have a long talk and fill you in on the details of Prenter after you get some rest okay?.” Now that’s just cheating. They’re in the car now and John’s petting his hair oh so gently, expertly lulling him to sleep. Cue the OT4!boys have a long hard talk about EVERYTHING and their relationship that involves lots of shouting, bitching, bickering, crying, apologizing and making up! HAPPY ENDINGS HELL YEAH and the other three explained how the whole Prenter thing came to light and with evidence, they fired him immediately. Also John may or may not have “convinced” (“I’d say threatened is more like it.” Roger snickered.) the other band’s manager to give up the location of the bar that they had sooo enthusiastically called him from, exclaiming Brian May’s about to quit Queen and join them and that they were trying to bring him back to the studio now.

I hope these brightened your day? Maybe if I’m lucky enough they could inspire you a bit? Perhaps they could be accepted as your writing prompts? :P Anyway I love you! Have a beautiful day and life hon. <333

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Gosh thank you so much for submitting this anon! I really like them and I feel like we could add a lot to them if you wanted to speak to me about your ideas, so shoot me a private dm, yeah?

Also, you have a surprise coming for you in the next few days so stay vigilant of that!

[deaky-disco-queen]

(English is not my native language so umm sorry for any occurring mistakes? > <)

*shuffles awkwardly* Hi dear I come bearing writing prompts? *nervous laughter* I swear initially they were meant to be short descriptions BUT EVERYTHING GOT TOTALLY OUT OF HAND BY THE END. MY GOD THEY’RE SO DAMN LONG NOW. YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO (you could take all of them, some of them, one of them or NONE OF THEM ok? Totally fine!) so please don’t feel pressured? :) And you’re welcome to put your own spin on the prompts, pass them onto other writers if they’re interested or to collab with someone else! :D

But seriously though you can also just treat them as littles “stories” from me (aka. your humble little anon fan) to you, intended for your amusement instead of writing requests alright? Sorry to bombard you so suddenly with all this LOL. BTW you’ll see mostly they’re Brian’s POV because that’s just how my brain is wired lol it’s been like that since day 1 I CAN’T HELP IT.

BTW the “His Majesty, KING!” series by chateauofmyheart (I think she’s most known for the Queen + Rare Words series and her Tumblr blog is chateauofmymind) is THE fic that completely changed my perspective on gender swap themes. After reading that I was fascinated by how good it can be in the hands of brilliant writers. Hence all you’re reading right now ahahahaha it’s like a floodgate been opened LOL.

Alright? Here we go with the first one -

Modern day!AU, Poly!Fem!Queen(King) with supernatural elements? (I’m still gonna use male names and pronouns here to avoid confusion but at the same time it’s also because of I wanna see what female names you’d bestow upon them! Surprise me then? :D) Brian always has a connection with the “spiritual side” since he was a kid, sometimes he sees auras, energies, spirits and even on very rare occasions, deities. But it's not as glamour as it sounds and he has learned the hard way to keep this solely to himself since no one will believe him. And to pretend to be "normal" is very important since not everything he sees is harmless, he has to find ways to avoid being haunted by evil beings, but it doesn't always work; More often than not his health or mood is affected or he's chased and stalked and has terrible nightmares hence the insomnia.

By the time he got to college, though things still got really bad every once in a while but it felt like he has finally beginning to have situations under some semblance of control. Strangely, all these seemed to largely improved right after he became friends with Roger, Freddie and John, BUT inconveniently started pining after them real quick. His usual tactics were to keep his distance from the people around him but this time he’s drawn to them, feeling oddly alone when they’re not together; How sad is that? Falling in love for the first time in his life yet knowing there’s just no way it’s gonna end happily, but they don't need to know that it's fine he's used to being the outcast. Although his first meetings with each of them does feel a little unusual? They sure are a weird bunch for example, who would own so many of candles? And why so many talismans as well? (Very beautiful though all seems to be handmade perhaps they’re just into DIY stuffs and craftsmanship?) Also the look they gave him? Gleam in their eyes akin to excitement and awe, almost predatory in a sense? Not to mention all those cryptic sentences and meaningful glances shared between the three.

It sounds crazy but sometimes they gave off such strong "witchy" vibes as if they're actual witches like the ones in the movies or something (NOT the Harry Potter kind but more like, The Craft? But in a good way?), that being said Brian does have this distinct feeling that they're in on some kind of secret which he's not a part of and it makes him feel a bit sad and left out, but he hides his feelings well(me: or so he thinks haha we’re all familiar with this trope yeah? MOVING ON LOL). These three are lovely together, but Brian’s afraid of screwing things up so he kept his mouth shut and just took whatever he can get.

Plot twist LOL one night after a horrible near-death incident (caused by a horrendous curse aimed directly at him and much later on he learned that somehow it was powerful enough to break through the “protection ring” which Roger, Freddie and John had cast around him, WTH?!), he's eventually saved by the other three and now he really wants some answers and perhaps the truth.

It turns out that they're all actual witches with different abilities and incredible powers including the oblivious Brian, Roger, Freddie and John had known this their entire life and all had proper training except for Brian who isn't from a witchcraft family. Basically the other three have being protecting and guarding him ever since they've met (even though he doesn’t know a damn thing about his own gifts, they were very adamant that he belongs to them and their own “coven”). The four of them actually formed one of the most powerful witch coven ever and the curse was cast by another malicious one that's jealous and afraid of how powerful they're going to be once Brian realizes his own gifts, so they tried to get rid of him first.

Cue a happy Poly!Fem!OT4 ending and a love confession + getting together yeah? :D And they all work on helping Brian to develop and harness his own powers. Love youuuu. (BTW I’m “obsessed” with Gothic aesthetics and vibes. This seems to be the perfect universe for this type of element to shine right? :D Literally everything ranging from character styles to witchcraft tools could be incorporate with it but I don’t think I did a good job in describing. Orz)

And off to the second prompt now! Shall we? :)

Modern day!AU, Poly!Fem!Queen(King)? (Or no gender swap is fine too! Again I’m still using male names and pronouns here same reasons as above), It’s around 20:00 when Brian exited his plane. This past one month period of astronomy conference had been an opportunity of a life time and literally one of his biggest dreams. It’s a huge honor for him to be able to participate but after being away from his three lovers for so long, he does miss them terribly; The schedule of the conference is quite hectic and irregular with very little down time though the four of them do try to facetime or skype each other as often as they can, it still is nothing like being with each other in person, not to mention they’re all busy and more often than not had to resort to just texting in their group chat. His heart now flutters happily thinking about home and them.

Just as when he’s about to call for a taxi someone’s hand came up around his waist – it’s John! And apparently John had arranged in advance for some people to come and take care of Brian’s luggage, Him however, remains firmly tucked by Brian’s side. Though they’re both not too keen on PDA Brian finds the urge to kiss him incredibly strong right now. John seems to be the same considering the heat in his eyes and if his smirk is anything to go by -

“Wanna go for a ride? Our new car’s pretty neat.”

“The one that Roger picked?”

“Yeah.”

“He agreed that you can drive it?”

“Well he’s going to have to since the car keys’ being nicked.”

“Oh my god John you stole Roger’s car keys?!”

“It’s OUR car so technically it’s not stealing.” TBH John’s expression right now is kinda turning him on okay calm down deep breath they’re still in public god damn it.

John proceed to guided Brian towards their ride and it is indeed a beautiful car. While John drove Brian asked Roger and Freddie’s whereabouts and got a mysterious smile and a vague “you’ll see” instead. It’s getting quite late and there’s not much traffic on the road so John might be speeding up a bit to enjoy the thrill. Normally Brian would fret over this but now he’s just happy, content and relaxed after coming home and reuniting with his lovers. He even let out an excited little shout and rolled down the window a bit to enjoy the night breeze when John sped up, which John beamed at him.

“This isn’t our way home?”

“We’re not going home yet.”

“And are you gonna tell me where we’re heading?”

“You’ll see.” Again with that cryptic-John-smile.

They continue to drive up and deep into the mountains and eventually stoping at a lovely camping site with an elegant looking villa, John explained that they’ve booked this whole area exclusively for the next couple of days; They’ve missed him and all wanted to spend some alone time with each other. The weather is nice so it’s a clear starry night sky above and there’s a small bonfire crackling along with Roger and Freddie’s laughter, who are currently sitting beside it. Brian leaned over to John, planting a chaste kiss on his lips and whispered his thanks but apparently John had something else in mind.

As soon as Brian began to pull back John shot out his hands and tugged on Brian’s hair just the way he knows how he likes it, that forced a surprised whimper out of Brian’s mouth and John took the opportunity to practically devour him with hungry kisses and tongue. Things heat up fast and Brian’s soft moans quickly became louder as John wasted no time opening up his shirt, caressing all over his chest and pinching his nipples. Brian let out a high-pitched yelp as John bit on his earlobe suddenly and at the same time dipped his hand into his underwear. Then Freddie showed up knocking disapprovingly on the car door window: “Tsk tsk starting without us already? That’s rude darling!.” Hearing this John let go of Brian’s lips, beamed at Freddie and opened the car door but didn’t retrieve his hand. Brian, now flushed and disheveled, looked up and gave Freddie a sheepish smile but abruptly let out another whimper as John started moving his fingers. He bit his lips in embarrassment, trying to contain his noise but quickly released them as John growled, demanding to hear his voice. Seeing this Freddie smirked and quickly bent down, grabbing Brian’s face and pulling him into another round of passionate and possessive kisses, full of teeth and tongue. “Oi! Stealing my car now John?! Wanker.” Roger appeared scowling but John just laughed and so does Freddie, letting go of Brian’s lips. Brian blinked a few times, willing his now distracted brain to focus on locating Roger and wordlessly held out his hands, beckoning him closer. Roger moved nearer and hummed his appreciation at the current sight on display, taking hold of both of Brian’s wrists with one hand, ran his other one over Brian’s exposed chest and suddenly pinched his nipple perfectly in time with John, who’s fingers just did something amazing inside Brian’s underwear. Brian moaned loudly and arched his back, feeling his orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast but soon let out a confused whimper when he felt John retrieving his touches. Roger laughed, nuzzled behind his ears and growled, “Only if you beg prettily enough.” Then he tugged him up and gestured towards the villa. “Let’s go and make good use of that giant bed.” Freddie nodded, agreeing with Roger, eyes drinking in the sight in front of him and licked his lips. “I’ll put out the bonfire then. Don’t start anything fun without me!” He kissed Brian once more, heatedly and full of promises of more to come, bit his lips playfully and quickly head towards the fire. “I was gonna make him come once before we go inside but your idea is quite tempting.” John smirked at Roger. “Will you do as Roger says love? Beg prettily for us? Should we allow you to come at all?” “Pleasepleaseplease.” Brian could only whimper, already feeling the familiar heavenly float that could only come from being cared for by his lovers. “Good boy. We’re gonna take such good care of you now, you can let go.” Roger began running his hand through Brian’s hair alongside with John, waiting for Freddie to return.

Cue a steamy, sexy and loving Poly!Fem!(or not fem)OT4 night yeah? And there may or may not be a huge jacuzzi in the villa that they all made good use of. <3333

Okay now prompt number 3 is the standard type that one usually gets in their askbox if a writer is open for requests - Your take on in the Poly!Queen universe how would Freddie persuaded/convinced/forced?(XD) Brian to play harp for Love of My Life (and why Brian specifically? Besides all the rational reasons for him to be that person, you might be able to come up with something that’s outside the box? :D) and how the whole “Brian eventually constructed the song from piano onto acoustic guitar for live performances” business came about? Do you ever wonder why it’s not Freddie on the piano playing and singing like what he’s done with other songs? Or why not Brian on the piano while Freddie sings like the beginning of their live performances for Save Me? (AGAIN besides all the rational reasons behind it I’m still interested in your take. :P Have you read that Brian’s interview in which he says he thinks Freddie sees him as his own personal Jimi Hendrix and basically said that they’re gonna do this together? And those early year interviews regarding their album A Night at the Opera in which Freddie said he’s gonna make Brian play the harp until his hands drop off LOL and how Freddie describe the harp as the big thingy that angels play? Yeah Freddie we know that Brian’s your angel and SOUL BROTHER ahhhh I’m making myself emotional now QQ)

Ready for prompt number 4? Last one for now haha I think my brain is drying up lol. It just shows how amazing writers are! I salute you! You are wonderful. <333

Poly!Queen? Hot Space!Era (AUish)?, starting with them having a really rough time in the studio and it had been going on for quite a while (Prenter’s presence and words definitely didn’t help. It only gets worse and for some reason Brian has this feeling that he’s been singled out as target) and a particularly nasty fight broke out one day and even more unfortunate is that the fight got personal. And of course it has something to do with the infamous diss track: Back Chat (the fandom seems to think this song is aimed at Brian? though we will never know the truth ummm), Brian left the studio in the end (bitterly he denies the voices in his head calling him a coward for running away. He just wanted some fresh air, and maybe some alcohol in a bar that his bandmates do not frequent so he wouldn’t be found). Somehow, a band that’s also on the rise of fame managed to track him down while he was trying to numb himself quickly by getting plastered. They then offered a pretty sweet deal of him leaving Queen (“Since they don’t seem to love you anymore.” One of them murmured softly to him and hearing this is like been stabbed through the heart.) and joining them instead, not just as the song writer and lead guitarist but also as the lead vocalist of the band, basically saying that he could have everything; Strangely, it turns out that they actually had some "inside information" regarding of what's been going on in Queen and had been following for a while, all of them keen on taking Brian's side. Through the drunken fog in his brain his heart sank. Queen has already established the reputation of being a tight unit especially after their success, generally people respect their close bond with each other so there hasn’t been any “headhunting” propositions for a VERY long time; The fact of it appearing again now out of all times only brought out senses of dread, thoughts immediately heading to a dark place in which all the worst-case scenarios resides: is this actually his bandmates asking him to leave through a third party? Are they so fed up with him that they couldn’t even stand to break the news in person? Is this them breaking up with him? He’s suddenly so cold and dizzy that he started swaying unsteadily, the band then quickly offered to bring him back to their own brand-new recording studio for a tour and maybe some rest. Feeling drunk and resigned Brian just watched silently with half lidded eyes as they maneuvered him out of his seat. As they were about to usher him out of the bar suddenly all motion stopped as the band abruptly came face to face with Roger (eyes narrowed and fists balled, obviously fuming), Freddie (seemingly nonchalant with raised eyebrow but his coiled muscles as if ready for a fight totally says otherwise) and John (his face somehow even more unreadable than usual, eyes glinting ominously). Sensing the atmosphere shift, those who were around Brian all collectively took a step back and for some unknown reason, a few guilty looks appeared on some of their faces. Brian started swaying again without the support and Freddie quickly appeared besides Brian, wrapping tightly around him and helped carrying his weight. However, still feeling angry and devasted Brian tried to wriggle out of his embrace but found himself drunk and too slow and did not have the strength at to pry open Freddie’s “iron grip” at all (yeah how could he forget that Freddie is in fact a damn good athlete and a boxer, John also joined him in the gym these days these two often had great fun together). Sensing Brian’s struggle Freddie only wordlessly tightens his hold; Brian eventually gave up trying to get free after a few attempts instead just bit his lips (nervous habit kicking in now) and looked away, unwilling to face his three bandmates and lovers.

“Where the hell do you think you’re taking OUR guitarist to?” Roger snarled, also coming up besides Freddie to help supporting Brian. After a quick check up on him, he frowned when he found that Brian’s skin is cold and clammy.

“It’s great that you guys want to look out for OUR Brimi, but we’ll take it from here now.” There’s a storm brewing behind Freddie’s eyes, dismissal clear in his voice. Yet in the same time he’s very mindful of the drunk Brian now stiffly resides in his and Roger’s arms, careful to not cause him anymore physical discomfort.

“It seems that a certain rat has been feeding you all kinds of information on us? Things that he’s not supposed to pry and definitely not supposed to blab about?” With a dark edge to his voice, John stepped forward, staring down at the few guilty faces in front of him, smiling cold and sharp. “Well he’s not around anymore, make of that what you will.” Slowly Brian blinked up at John through his drunken haze in surprise, it has to be Prenter that they’re talking about, right? But how—

“Let’s get back to the hotel, Bri’s not feeling so well.” Roger grunted, tugging the other three out of the bar impatiently, his hold on Brian is steadfast and unwavering. “Come on guys, get in the car.”

“Please come back with us Brimi? We know that you’re still hurting but I promise you, we’re gonna get through this together, alright?” Well now that’s just unfair, Freddie’s bringing out his nickname now in that soft tone AND looking at him like he’s something precious, really not fair at all. Brian could only nod, not trusting his voice yet but Freddie beamed brightly at him.

“I’m sorry, baby. We’ll all have a long talk and fill you in on the details of Prenter after you get some rest okay?.” Now that’s just cheating. They’re in the car now and John’s petting his hair oh so gently, expertly lulling him to sleep.

Cue the OT4!boys have a long hard talk about EVERYTHING and their relationship that involves lots of shouting, bitching, bickering, crying, apologizing and making up! HAPPY ENDINGS HELL YEAH and the other three explained how the whole Prenter thing came to light and with evidence, they fired him immediately. Also John may or may not have “convinced” (“I’d say threatened is more like it.” Roger snickered.) the other band’s manager to give up the location of the bar that they had sooo enthusiastically called him from, exclaiming Brian May’s about to quit Queen and join them and that they were trying to bring him back to the studio now.

I hope these brightened your day? Maybe if I’m lucky enough they could inspire you a bit? Perhaps they could be accepted as your writing prompts? :P Anyway I love you! Have a beautiful day and life hon. <333

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First off, you don't have to apologize for any errors, english isn't my first language either and I didn't even notice any errors; your english is completely fine

Second, those prompts are lovely and I might write something for them once I have access to my laptop again (so far I'm only writing on my phone and while that works, it's not ideal) because it would end up a bit longer than what usually write for snippets.

Thanl you so much for this lovely, I really enjoyed this!

[shallwedancetogether]

HEARTBEAT

Chapter Seven

But the moment had to end. Hannah pulled away, panting a little. “Harry, I don’t know about this. Tonight was quite the emotional rollercoaster for me. I don’t know if I can do this again.” She took a deep breath in and out. “You really hurt me, and I was finally moving on… And now I’m back to square one. ”

Harry sighed. “You’re right. Maybe now is not the time. I’m sorry, Han.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s alright. It’s not like I didn’t enjoy it…” They both lightly chuckled. “But I just only feel that we will go through the same problems we did when we dated because we will still be apart…. It just doesn’t seem like a good idea.”

“No, I understand. I am sorry though. For everything I have put you through.” They hugged when Katie knocked on the door. Harry groaned a little before pulling away from Hannah to yell, “Come in!”

“It has been forever. Why haven’t you come out yet?! It’s time to go get some drinksssss!” Katie was obviously a little drunk, which made both Hannah and Harry laugh.

“Sorry we were just havin’ a chat,” Harry quickly glanced between the two girls in his dressing room. “Shall we go get a drink? I hear there’s some great bars in this town!”

Somehow they were able to get everyone all into a bar downtown. They didn’t even bother to check anyone’s IDs within the group, but nonetheless, the girls along with Harry and his band enjoyed their time together. At one point, Hannah and Katie stepped away to go to the bathroom. Hannah couldn’t keep the news any longer about what happened in Harry’s dressing room, and when she spilled the beans, Katie freaked out.

“Bitch!!! This is so exciting!!” Katie exclaimed.

“Exciting? It’s definitely interesting for sure. But I don’t know about exciting…”

“Why not? I thought you’d be excited about this!”

“Katie, I am currently dating to Ryan. And I really like him.”

Katie’s mood seemed to come down a little bit. “Ugh I guess. You and Harry just fit so well together, and Ryan can be quite the douche bag.”

Hannah laughed. “Katie, he hasn’t done anything to me! He’s been great so far. And Harry broke my heart. I just don’t know if I can put myself through that again if it doesn’t work out.”

“No, I understand, you’re probably right. How about we just enjoy ourselves for now?” Hannah agreed, and they left the bathroom.

Hannah and Katie were too drunk to drive home so Katie’s sister had to. Everyone was saying their goodbyes when Harry’s arm snaked around Hannah’s waist, slightly pulling her to the side and away from the group. “I hope I didn’t make you too upset earlier in my dressing room. I hope you had at least a decent rest of the night, yeah?”

Hannah smiled up at Harry and felt tingly all over again just by being this close to him again. God, even on a dimly lit street, his eyes are still the brightest shade of green. “I felt a lot of things tonight,” she said through a small giggle, “but it was overall a great night, Harry. Thank you for having us.”

“You’re always welcome with me. No matter what.” He wanted to kiss her again so badly. Her lips were softer than he remembered, and he needed to feel them again. But he knew it wasn’t appropriate. Even if they were alone again, it wouldn’t be okay. He’d for sure be replaying this entire evening again in his mind tonight. Harry was pulled out of his thoughts by Katie calling Hannah to leave. The two started walking towards the group again. “Hey… Maybe we can stay in touch still?” He asked, unsure of himself.

“Mhmm, sure, Harry.” She smiled as she opened the passenger door to her car. “We’ll talk soon, alright? Travel safe.”

“Same to you, too, love.” Harry closed the door for Hannah once she was fully in the car as he hoped that this wouldn’t be the last time he’d see her.

A couple weeks passed as a few texts were exchanged between the two. Hannah went on as if nothing had happened, not mentioning a word to Ryan because she wasn’t even sure what any of this meant. It was only just a kiss. And the kiss meant nothing, well that’s what she kept telling herself. But their kiss only replayed in her head a million times. And his wide-eyed smile. And the way he sang to her.Maybe Harry was slightly intoxicated when he said everything so maybe he didn’t really mean anything he said. She sure as hell didn’t want to get her hopes up just to be let down once again. Around 3:30am, Hannah woke up to a drunk text from Harry.

Wish you had been at my last show

I’m a littttle bit drunk, sorry I know it’s late for yoi

Hope I get to see you again soom

Hannah ignored it until the morning, sending a screenshot to Katie. After an hour of contemplating what to say, Hannah finally responded.

Seems like you had quite the night! ;) Have a few typos in there I see haha

It took a while for Harry to respond because of the three hour time difference, but he definitely had a hangover the next morning. He also apologized profusely for the texts he sent as he felt they were way too inappropriate to be sending to a girl with a boyfriend. From there, the conversation stayed light for the most part.

So I know this is a lot to ask, especially on such short notice…. But some friends and I are going to a music festival in Belgium. It’s called Tomorrowland

Come with me?

Hannah’s eyes were wide with shock. Harry wants her to go with her on a last minute trip to Europe. What????

And how would I exactly tell my boyfriend that I am going to Europe last minute to attend a music festival with my ex.

I don’t know if that’s such a great idea, Harry…

Especially after the last time I saw you

We’d be going strictly as friends. I promise.

I just want to be friends with you again. Strictly platonic.

I don’t know, Harry…. This could be bad for both of us….

I have rented a nice place to stay on the camp grounds so no one has to sleep on the uncomfortable ground!

And you won’t have to pay for a thing.

And you’ll have your own bed.

Fine. You’ve convinced me. But there are going to be rules, Harry.

Anything you want! I just want to spend time with you :)

Hannah rolled her eyes at his cheesy yet charming text. Hannah knew that this could be a bad idea, but she just couldn’t help it. She wanted to see Harry just as much as he her. She decided to tell Ryan that she had a lot of money saved as this was all planned last minute, along with how she’s just going with some old friends. And she was able to convince him, without any questions. So Thursday evening she flew out, and it was Friday morning by the time she got to the airport in Belgium.

Harry had sent a driver to pick Hannah up from the airport while he waited in the car so the news didn’t break just yet that the famous Harry Styles was attending the music festival. A flight attendant informed her that her bags had already been moved off the plane to “Mr. Styles’ car” and to exit the plane and go straight to the car instead of to the terminal.

Hannah opened the car door and was immediately filled with the scent of Harry. His cologne was always her favorite smell. Harry pulled her into a tight hug across the middle console. “Of course you rented a black Range Rover for the weekend. You haven’t changed,” Hannah said to him, amist the hug.

Harry pulled back from the hug with a shocked and offended facial expression. “Don’t mock me and my preferences! I look cool in this car, bro.”

“Oh, so very cool, H,” Hannah chuckled. “So on the plane, someone referred to you as Mr. Styles. Like it sounded so weird to hear. And I just wanted to be like ‘Honey, he’s not that important…’”

Harry gasped as he put the car into drive. “I am important! And cool! If I had already been moving, I would’ve slammed on the brakes for dramatic effect.” He gave her a glare. “You’re the worst,” he said as he took off.

Hannah laughed again. “I can just go home. The plane is still here.”

“Noooo! You can’t do that!” He exclaimed as he simultaneously grabbed Hannah’s thigh. A small, quiet gasp escaped her mouth as not sure what to do, and Harry heard it and immediately pulled his hand away. “I’m so sorry, Han. It was just instinct, old habit I guess.”

Suddenly the air became very thick and the tension in the car rose. Even though she knew it shouldn’t happen, Hannah didn’t mind that he touched her intimately like that. She missed the feeling of his hand on her thigh as he drove. It brought back nice memories. And Harry, on the other hand, felt horrible. He wanted to spend time with Hannah, be close with her again, but he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable in any way. He didn’t want to drive her away from him again. At the very least he still wanted her in his life, even if it was just as a friend.

Hannah broke the silence once she realized she hadn’t actually responded and was just daydreaming about Harry. “H, don’t worry about it. Really.” He gave her a sheepish smile. “I’ve almost done it too. It’s no big deal.” Harry let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, smiling to himself; he was glad the feeling was mutual.

It took about an hour to get to the music festival after some lines and such, but there wasn’t much of a line for Harry as he was VIP. The car ride was awkward yet very comfortable. There was some unspoken tension between them since the two last saw each other in Detroit. And it stayed with them as they walked from the car to the tent. Conversation was light and comfortable. It almost felt like nothing had changed between them, even when so much has. Hannah felt kind of guilty for flying across the world to hang out with her ex-boyfriend while dating Ryan. It probably was all such a bad idea and might cause some stress in her upcoming future, but if she was being honest with herself, she never once stopped thinking about Harry, even if he did tear her entire world up a short while ago. She occasionally listened to his album just to hear his voice and checked out fan pages to see pictures of him in all his fancy, expensive suits. He once felt like he was the one for her, and that feeling was starting to creep up on her again.

Harry on the other hand was thrilled that Hannah actually came. He honestly didn’t think she would come, but here she was in the flesh. Even after her 15 hour flight across the Atlantic, Hannah still looked gorgeous in his eyes. Her hair was pulled back in a half ponytail, and you could tell that she had been laying on her hair for hours because her curls were more matted down without as much volume as normal. She had on her favorite pair of jean shorts that she’s had since high school and a bright yellow Beach Boys concert tee. Harry couldn’t help but think that maybe something wasn’t going well with Ryan that actually made Hannah come to Belgium with him. Maybe this was his chance to make things right with Hannah. Maybe this was the start of something new.

The two were approaching the tent as Harry interrupted Hannah’s sentence. “So, I have something to tell you.” Hannah turned her face to Harry, raising her eyebrows at him. “So I accidentally messed up the reservations when I made them a few weeks ago. I did it when I was super tired after a show, and I only got 3 tents instead of 4….”

“So what does that mean?”

“…We have to share a tent. Unless you want to share it with some of my friends,” Hannah immediately shook her head no, making Harry chuckle. “Didn’t think so. But no worries, you can take the bed, and I already bought an air mattress so that I can sleep on the floor.”

“Oh my god, Harry, don’t be silly. You’ll sleep in the bed with me.” Hannah stated as she threw her bag on the bed.

“No, I can’t do that to you. I, your ex-boyfriend, am already spending time with you, undenounced to your boyfriend, and I can’t do that to him.”

Hannah raised her eyebrows once again to him. “Even though you’ve already kissed me,” and basically told me you are still in love with me, Hannah thought to herself, “you feel bad for sleeping in the same bed with me.”

“Yes. I already fucked you guys up once, so I will not continue to do it.” Harry stated.

By now, Hannah was standing directly in front of Harry, not letting her guard down. “Even though I, your ex-girlfriend, flew all the way out here to spend time with you, my ex-boyfriend.”

“You have a point there. Butyou said you have rules,” he reminded her.

Fuck, he’s right, Hannah remembered. I got so caught up with being with him again that I forgot I can’t do everything I want with him. Hannah huffed. “Fine. You’re right. But that doesn’t mean you need to sleep on the floor, Harry. It’s just a bed.” She grabbed Harry by the shoulders, “I think we are adult enough to be able to handle the situation.”

All Harry wanted to do was simply hold Hannah while she slept, nothing more, but he knew his subconscious wouldn’t let him do that without an immense amount of guilt. “No, we are going to keep this completely platonic.” For now, he couldn’t help but think it. “The floor for me it is.”

“Fine, if you say so!” Hannah walked away in a manner that she was sure Harry watched her ass back and forth, and she was even more positive when she saw the lust in his eyes as she turned around to sit on the bed. “So what’s the plan for today, Styles?”

It took Harry a moment to get out of his trance, which Hannah definitely noticed as she smirked to herself. “The plan is for you to meet my friends, hang out, drink some alcohols, and, most importantly, have fun.” He smiled at her. “Come on, I’ll show you the showers, and we can go from there.” He flashed her his winning smile to which she melted.

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Masterlist

[painandpromisefanboi]

Pain and Promise Chapter Two (Late, Sorry)

So I haven’t finished typing chapter two on my computer but here is what i have so far :3

Two days ago

Yesterday was not a good day. It started off regularly. Dad left at four thirty, just like every other morning, and I got up. I checked on Charlie, my eleven year old brother. He was still sleeping. I walked to the kitchen and quickly made a lunch for Charlie and myself. I then went back to bed. I haven't slept well in forever. I slept a little too peacefully for a while. Little did I know of the pain that awaited me when I got to school.

...later…

I woke back up around six thirty and found that Charlie was out of his bed. I called for him. No answer. I began to frantically search the house, unable to find him anywhere. I went down to the basement to look for him, even though I knew he wouldn't be there because he's still afraid of the dark.

I was really afraid he ran away. I came back upstairs and he was sitting on the couch reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

“Where the hell were you and why weren’t you answering me?!”

“Jesus I was outside with the dog, not that you’d care anyway,” he answered with his shitty attitude.

“Kay. Whatever,” was all I said. He’s such a little prick all the time.

About an hour later, after I took a shower, I was getting Charlie ready for the bus. I handed him his backpack and lunchbox. He tried to walk out the door, but I stopped him.

“Where’s my hug?” I asked, sounding like a mother.

“Come ooooon, Ethan,” he protested. “I’m almost twelve. I don’t know any other twelve year old that still hugs their family.”

“Fine,” I whined. I looked down and started to walk away.

“Ugh, fine,” he said, annoyed. He hugged me and walked out the door before I could say goodbye.

...twenty minutes later…

I walked to the bus stop with my earbuds in, listening to dubstep remixes of classical music. I’m not gonna lie, it’s my favorite style of music. I brushed my long, light brown hair off my forehead. I took a deep inhale of the chilly autumn air as the sun glinted off of my glasses. I pulled my sweatshirt closer to me, the cold breeze making me shiver. The other kids started arriving around the bus stop. No one spoke a word to each other, no one ever did here. I boarded the bus and rode in silence the whole way.

When I got to school, a deep feeling of resentment fell over me. I hate being at school. It’s a terrible feeling. I have not gone a day this year without being picked on. I hate my school most because everything about the rules are completely fucked and the people being picked on and bullied get the shit end of the stick.

As I put in my locker combination, I thought about Kael. 32. His sparkling green eyes, his strawberry hair. 43. His little-more-than-stubble. 16. Of course, his absolutely model worthy body. I opened my locker and reached for my APUSH textbook, being shoved with a little ‘haha fag’, in the process. I hit my nose really hard on the shelf. Pain exploded in the top half of my head. I looked up. It was Chad Markel. He was such a douche bag. I ran to the bathroom beginning to cry. I grabbed paper towels and held them to my nose, sliding to the floor, crying. I hate myself with every fiber of my being for liking guys. I’m not proud of it. Which is why being made fun of for it is so upsetting.

I was so upset, I didn’t realize someone was sitting next to me until he put his arm around me.

“What’s wrong?” The voice was familiar and it was the last voice, but also the only voice, I wanted to hear. If you hadn’t guessed, it was Kael.

“Go away,” I sobbed as I heard the ten minute warning bell ring.

“And why would I do that?” he asked in a gentle, caring tone. I didn’t answer. He hugged me from the left side and placed his strong chin on my shoulder. I turned my back to him, breaking the hug. As much as I enjoyed the attention, it was his friends who were picking on me, it was him who agreed with them.

“Heeeeey,” he whined. I stood up and faced him.

“Listen, why don’t you just leave before all of your buddies show up and call you a fag, too!” He gave me a surprisingly numb look. “Or you’ll just call me a fag when they walk in, or shove me into the wall, or give me a fucking wedgie!”

I pinched my nose harder to stop the bleeding faster. I tried to storm out of the bathroom, but Kael was between me and the door. He stood up, easily stopping me, and held me back.

“Why would i ever do that to you,” he asked, sounding a little hurt. I struggled to get passed him but he just blocked my path. Yup, he definitely was a football player and i didn't stand a chance of getting past him. I rolled my eyes and gave up on the nose bleed, tossing the paper towel in the trash. I didn't bother to see if i even made it in. i tried getting around him again, and almost succeeded until he grabbed my arm and pulled me into his chest. I looked up at him. Our eyes locked for just a moment before he hugged me tightly, with me still struggling.

“I’m not letting you go to class like this,” he said sternly. I finally gave up and hugged him back with a fresh burst of tears. He rubbed my back, comfortingly. I slowed my breathing and began calming down.

“Ugh i hate myself,” i grumbled, my words getting muffled into his chest.

“Well don’t. I personally think you're amazing, it takes a lot of strength to deal with bullies. I can't imagine how it feels to always get picked on.”

I pulled away from his hug just enough to look up into his eyes. He smiled at me and i stood there motionless for just a moment. Before i realized what i was doing, my lips were already pressed against his. He kissed me back and wrapped his arms tighter around me. I felt a rush of happiness as my heart pounded hard in my chest. I needed this.

“Whoa…” Kael said, pulling away. I looked at him, dumbfounded at what just happened. His ears and face were burning bright pink, “t-that was awesome.”

I nodded, speechless. I took a step back and looked at him awkwardly, while he gave me a sheepish grin.

“Um.. i- i think i'm going to get ready for.. Class,” i stammered. He nodded.

“Cool, I’ll uh…. Talk to you later?”

He sounded a bit puzzled.

“Yeah…” i agreed. I let him walk out of the bathroom first. I wanted to stop him and ask for his number, but i couldn't get the words out. I couldn't even move. I couldn't stop smiling. I couldn't understand why he made me so happy. I stood there for a few seconds before i could move my legs again.

I walked through the doorway and got immediately pushed back in by none other than Chad himself. This time he was accompanied by his two goons, Brice Ford and Daniel Jameson.

“Where do you think you're going? I’m not done with you yet, faggot.”

He shoved me hard, into the wall. I had to try pretty hard to keep my balance. I stepped away from the wall and tried to look brave, even though i was about to piss myself. Chad laughed at me and shoved me harder. I hit the wall with a thud.

“Bet you suck a lot of dick, faggot,” he said coldly. He pinned me to the wall with his hands on my chest and sneered in my face. I clenched my fists and spit on his shoes.

“Fuck you,” i said.

“See unlike you, I don’t fuck queers, i fuck girls like everyone else.”

His buddies were sneering at me. Then i thought of something sort of clever, and it just came out.

“Then why do you have your hands all over me and why are you all up in my like you’re trying to establish sexual dominance over me?”

I gave him a ‘who’s queer now’ look. He pushed me again and backed up. I let out a ‘huff’ as the air was pushed out of my lungs.

“Yeah that’s what i thought,” I said triumphantly.

“You’re just gonna let the faggot walk all over you? Kick the shit out of him already,” demanded Brice. Chad didn’t have to me told twice. He took a step forward and swung, hitting me square in the jaw. I felt it pop out of socket and t hurt like a bitch. I popped my jaw back into place and stood straight up.

“Is that all you got,” i smarted off. I instantly regretted saying that. He punched me in the stomach. It hurt pretty bad considering the fact that I don’t really have a protective layer of blubber. Chad’s goons looked like they wanted to join in, but they just watched, laughing.

Chad hit me again in the stomach and I curled up holding my stomach. I looked up at him. He sneered at me and punched me again, this time in the ribs. The breathed was knocked out of me. I sucked in a quick breath. A sharp pain exploded in my lungs. I bent over holding me stomach. Chad kicked my knees out from underneath me. I hit the floor and doubled over, in pain. I couldn’t think straight. Everything was screaming in pain, my jaw, my stomach, my chest, and now my knees.

“Just kill yourself already,” spat Chad. With that, they left. I stayed curled up on the floor a little bit after that. Just sitting there. Numb. Numb to everything.  I just sat there. Wouldn’t just be better if I died? Who actually needs me here? Would anyone even miss me?

...after school…

The rest of my day was just about as shitty as any other day. It was extremely uneventful, i received too much homework, and the only words people spoke to me were insults. I also got the usual shitty looks and i was tripped twice. Always laughed at, never helped. I was used to it though.

My stomach and my jaw ached, my thigh still burned a little. I only saw Kael again at lunch. I didn’t even bother to look at him.

I walked to the bus, looking at my feet, avoiding eye contact with everyone. I was nearly in tears. I didn't want to be alive anymore. What’s the point? If i’m just going to get used as a human punching bag, Why should i even keep living? I can take the mental pain, but i’m so sick of the mental torture of being picked on and sneered at and name called. I just can’t do it anymore.

Before i realized, i was at the bus.

I watched every cornfield pass. Cornfield after cornfield. I let out a heavy sigh as we entered town. When we got closer my stop, i got myself ready to go.

[reimcai]

1.)What would you do if Draco was hypnotized to like fight you guys? How will you subdue him without hurting him badly. 2.) Author, Harry, Draco, Neville what type of music do you like. 3.) Draco what anime’s do you watch 4.) Would you say that Draco is fanboy(Like is attracted to some of the fictional characters.) That’s it thanks : ) ; )

1. Harry & Neville: *Both look at each other with raised brows*

Harry: I’d simply use my magic and bind his body so that he wouldn’t try to hurt me (as if he could), or hurt himself. 

Neville: I’d just hold him down. Draco is tiny enough to keep still and even when he tries to hurt me, he’d have no chance. I’d make sure he wasn’t hurting himself too. 

2. Author: All kinds of music haha. Alternative Indie, rock, death core metal, classical, opera, the list goes on and on. I don’t discriminate with it comes to music, as long as the music has meaning to me and it gets my hearing senses all tingly, than I like it. 

Harry: Both horror core rap and all genres of rock music. 

Draco: I like instrumental music and also alternative, dark indie music as well with of course rock and rap music thrown in the mix. 

Neville: Hard core metal rock music and some death core rap music too. 

3. Draco: I’m not a fan of watching romantic anime shows. I’m more into the gorey, action packed and heart wrenching psychological damaging ones haha. But I have watched Naruto (of course I have), Bleach, One Piece, Attack on Titan, One Punch Man (Author’s note: I read the manga and watched the anime. Both are wonderful), Tokyo Ghoul (Author’s note: Manga is way better in my opinion haha as well as Tokyo Ghoul:re ahhhh *fangirls*) and so much more anime that it would take forever for me to actually name them all. *Draco gives a cute, sheepish smile*

4. I would say that Draco is definitely a fanboy mwaha. I answered a question that dealt with Draco being a fanboy of characters just a bit ago so you can go look through my posts and see that answer to get the full scoop *shimmies with joy*

[evieshook]

caught in the act

pairing: harry/evie rating: t words: ~2600 a/n: a bit of a higher rating for some suggestive themes haha ;) prompt: Can you do a hevie fic where everyone catches them in the dorm? read on: [ao3] [ffn.net]

Their undoing had been a lapse of judgement on her part as Harry all but insisted that they were safe. She thought she had better self-control than she did, but she had to admit that in all honesty, he had been completely right.

Ever since they had made their relationship official, it was one characterized by excuses and secret hiding places as Evie had made it firm that their relationship was one that would be hidden by the shadows. She didn’t like the arrangement as much as he did, but they both knew that this would be their best option at this period in time. Despite him, Uma and Gil having arrived at Auradon four months ago, relations between both groups of VKs had been anything but friendly. While they all could get along with Gil, Uma and Harry were a whole different story. Uma was still unable to set aside her grudges against Mal, leading her to practically disliking the other three as well. And Harry, well Harry had a talent at pissing off people just by speaking. He and Jay still had their ridiculous rivalry going on, and Mal wasn’t particularly fond of him either. With Carlos, it almost like he was afraid of him, something that Evie could never figure out why.

And with her, let’s just say that all his endless flirting had finally gotten to her and she had fallen for him before it was too late. They had always had a little thing going on even before Auradon, but it never went beyond teasing banter whenever they were in each other’s presence. But once the pirate had escaped from the Isle, he had managed to take the banter one step further when he always seemed to openly seek out the girl, much to the curiosity of the others. Of course she had squashed it down by arguing that he happened to be his favorite person to annoy, which they bought easily because she made sure to shout at him every time they were in sight. Of course, Harry took it all in stride until one day it all boiled down to him grabbing her and pulling her into an empty classroom where he kissed her until her lips swelled.

From that day forward, their ‘extracurricular activities’ had been one of secret, Harry taking every opportunity he could to get them alone. It had worked for a good three months, if she said so herself, Evie having trained her senses to alert them if anyone was nearby when they were in the middle of their little activities. Of course it had gotten tiring when they had once been interrupted five times within a single hour, and it had all but killed the mood.

But now they had gone almost a week without being able to meet in private, mainly because of the royal celebrations coming up that garnered her all her attention. On the one free day she had to spare, Harry had taken the opportunity to sweep her away before she could say otherwise, stating that it had been far too long. She couldn’t help but agree; it had been far too long without him that she wondered how she even managed to keep her sanity with the piles of workload stacking everyday. He had wanted to ease her stresses by taking her out on a date near the Enchanted Lake, which was beautiful to say the least, until they had had to cut their date short because duty had called.

This had sent Evie running to the dorms where she was supposed to have delivered a dress in ten minutes, with Harry at her heels. He refused to let her go without him, so thanks to his help, she had managed to meet the deadline in time. When they had returned to her dorm room, which thankfully she now had to herself, Harry took this opportunity to kiss her, deciding this was the best time to do so. She was initially reluctant, urging that someone might catch them, but Harry argued that no one would be needing her today, not when she had her day off.

Without having anymore fight left in her, Evie had melted right into the kiss, sinking into his arms as he carried her by the waist, gently dropping her onto her fluffy bed. She leaned back into her pillows as he crawled on top of her, his lips curving into that sexy smirk of his before she pulled him by the neck to kiss him. Harry had returned her kiss with as much fervor as she had, using his arms to support himself so as not to squash her with his entire weight.

Her hands, which had been running through his hair, had lowered to push the leather jacket off his shoulders, Harry taking it off without hesitation. He threw it to the ground without a second look, his lips still attached to hers as her hands moved to lift up his shirt. He still wore that same ripped shirt he would wear back on the Isle, full of rips and tears that she could easily feel his skin beneath her touch.

Harry’s lips curved into a grin as he pulled away slightly, only to lift off his remaining shirt as Evie unzipped her own leather ensemble. Her eyes raked up and down his exposed chest with darkened eyes, teeth biting her lips before he lowered himself back down to kiss her, Evie letting out a small giggle in delight. Her hands roamed the expanses of his hardened chest, one carved from years of sword fighting and pillaging, as he moved his own to settle on her waist.

His fingers moved to the edges of her shirt, ready to remove the shirt when they heard a loud scream from her dorm room door as Harry felt himself being aggressively shoved off of her. Evie’s eyes widened in shock as she watched the pirate be tackled to the ground by a familiar bulky figure, her eyes soon moving to the door where she saw the shell shocked faces of Mal and Carlos.

Shit.

“Oi! Gerroff me!” she heard an angry cry from the corner, but she couldn’t look as she kept her eyes on her frozen friends.

“Mal, Carlos…”

Mal’s eyes diverted to the blue haired girl, sharing a look before she turned to the side of the bed where Jay held Harry to the ground. A scowl settled on her face as she marched up to him, Evie’s eyes dilating when realization struck.

Before Mal could even do anything to the boy, Evie had finally jumped off her bed and blocked the girl, putting herself between her and her pirate. She raised an eyebrow in bemusement and slight anger. “What are you doing? Move Evie, I have to teach him a lesson.”

Evie shook her head vehemently, placing a hand out to stop her. “Stop, it wasn’t his fault.”

Her nostrils flared at this. “Not his fault? He came on to you! He was ready to take you!” she practically screamed, Evie wincing at the loudness of her voice.

“I was not gonna take her!” Harry shouted from below, Mal’s frown only deepening at the interruption.

“Liar! I saw what your hands were doing. You were ready to take off her shirt.”

“I wasn’t doin’ anything the princess didn’t want me to,” he managed to get out before Jay covered his mouth to shut him up.

Mal looked taken aback as she diverted her attention back to Evie, eyeing her in bewilderment. “Is what he said true?”

The girl turned back to share a look with Harry, who gave her an infinitesimal nod before she turned to face the girl’s green eyes again. Confidently, she firmly nodded, lifting her chin up. “He’s not lying. In fact, I was the one who came onto him.’’

She looked completely stunned at this, jaw dropping in struck silence. “How long?” they heard Carlos say from the right, Evie having almost forgotten he was there.

She turned to him. “Three months. We’ve been dating for three months.”

They raised their eyebrows in surprise. “Three months? Why didn’t you tell us? I thought we were your best friends E!”

Evie lowered her gaze in guilt. “You are my friends, my best friends.”

“Then why did you feel the need to keep something so important from us?”

Her eyes narrowed before she pointed to Jay and Harry, who was still being held down like some sort of animal. “Because of this! Don’t lie and tell me that you weren’t going to hex him if I hadn’t told you.”

Mal had the decency to look the least bit guilt as Evie carried on. “I couldn’t tell you, nor could Harry tell Uma and Gil because of the reactions you guys would have. You and Uma still have that rivalry going on between you two, and you all seem to hate Harry.”

Carlos opened his mouth in protest. “I don’t hate him.”

She shook her head. “No, but you are scared of him for some reason.”

He slightly nodded, lowering his eyes a little bit. Evie sighed before turning back to Evie. “You see why I had to hide it from you? I didn’t want you guys to misunderstand, or try to break us apart. I’m with him out of my own accord, and not because he seduced me if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I honestly think it would’ve been the other way around,” she heard Jay quip from behind her, Evie turning to look at him.

“Can you get off him? I’d like to have my boyfriend in one piece,” she remarked, Jay looking sheepish before finally moving to stand up, Harry letting out a gasp of breath in relief. Evie moved to help him up, taking him by the hand as she carried him to his feet. He shot her a grateful look, the girl responding with a smile of her own.

“What’s going on here? I heard a scream and— why is Harry half-naked? And why are you all gathered around him?” they heard a new voice interrupt from the door, everyone turning to meet the gaze of a frowning Uma.

Evie wanted to slam her forehead on a table somewhere. She didn’t think she’d have to come clean to Uma so soon, hoping that perhaps she could’ve kept it a little while longer until it all settled down between her friends. But apparently not.

“Ooh, did you all catch them?” this time they turned to find Gil having newly arrived behind Uma, smiling at all of them smugly.

“Catch them? What are you on about?” Uma asked in bemusement.

He pointed to the shirtless Harry and the dishevelled Evie beside him, who were eyeing him like a hawk. “Those two. They’re dating, aren’t they?”

Everyone raised an eyebrow in surprise. “How’d ye find out?” Harry spoke out, just as bewildered as everyone else. Of all people, Gil had managed to figure it out all on his own accord. He had to give it to him, while he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, he was quite observant.

Gil shrugged. “It was kinda obvious. You two were always together, and I’ve never seen Harry annoy someone as much as he did you so I kinda figured.”

Uma frowned before turning to the couple in question, eyeing them behind unreadable eyes. “Is this true?”

“Yeah, I’m datin’ the princess.”

“And how long?”

“Three months,” Carlos quipped, Uma raising a brow. “That long? And when were you going to tell me?” she asked Harry this time, glaring hardly at him.

“They all only just found out a couple of minutes ago,” he replied, “But if Evie had it her way, we probably never would’ve told any of ye.”

At this, Evie slapped him lightly on his chest. “Not never. I was going to tell them…eventually.”

“And how long was ‘eventually’ before either of us found out?”

Evie winced. “I was hoping maybe, six months? Give or take a few.”

“Six months?” Mal uttered in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

She nodded. “I already explained it to all of you. I wanted to keep this a secret for as long as we could, perhaps until you and Uma had your thing sorted and we could maybe all be friends again.”

“It’s not my fault she won’t listen to me.”

Uma glared at the purple haired girl. “Oh yeah? It’s not my fault that you won’t listen to me.”

Mal returned her glare with even more heat. “Listen to you? What’s there to even listen—“

“Okay enough. Ye can both either take this outside and leave us both alone, or ye can all leave us both alone and we can never talk about this alone,” Harry finally interrupted, frustrated at what was going to be the beginnings of the fight.

“So in other words, we should all just leave?” Carlos asked, Harry nodding with a dangerous grin on his face.

“Nice to see someone understands. Now scram, the lot of ye before I find my hook and hook ye all.”

“Your hook is still in the museum,” Jay remarked, earning the glare of Harry who was ready to punch the smirk off his face before Evie interrupted.

“Okay stop. Please, no more fighting. Now that my relationship with Harry is out in the open, I refuse to stand for this stupid rivalry any longer,” she declared, eyeing all of them sternly. “We are all VKs, and we are all in the same boat. We were all good friends before we even came to Auradon, so why are we even fighting now? Why can’t we stick together?”

She could see Mal and Uma’s mouths begin to open before Evie cut them both off with a glare. “Either you two make up or I’ll make you do it myself. I have all day.”

The three were caught in a three way of glares, Evie unrelenting as her glare became colder and colder that Mal finally had to look away. “Okay fine! Uma, I’m sorry for everything I’ve done these past few years. I don’t hate you, I’ve never hated you but I can’t understand why we could never put these differences between us behind us and just start afresh.”

Uma looked away, eyes meeting Harry’s for a second before she turned back to the girl beside her. “It’s too bad because I always did hate you,” she began, Mal about to open her mouth before she spoke again, “But for Harry’s sake I’ll tolerate you. He’s been my friend for a long time, and I’m not going to lose him for this.”

Mal nodded in understanding. “Evie’s important to me too, and I don’t want to do anything that could hinder her own happiness.”

Everyone watched in stunned silence as the girls called a truce, Harry snaking his arms around Evie’s waist as she leaned into him. “I guess some good came outta them catchin’ us after all.”

She nodded in pride. “I guess something did.”

When Mal and Uma’s attention diverted back to the group around them, Mal’s eyes narrowed when she noticed Harry hugging Evie. “Before we leave, Harry put your shirt back on.”

Uma nodded in agreement, much to their surprise. “She’s right. I don’t want to see more of you than I have to.”

The pirate rolled his eyes as he tightened his grip around Evie’s waist. “Yer both just jealous the princess can have this and you can’t.”

The girls shared a look before scoffing. “You wish.”

[hired-help]

“Layers” Character Meme 

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

Name: Charles Harris Wilson Charon

Eye Color: Bright blue

Hair Style/Color: He inherited the same ginger-red as Martha. Likes keeping it short, but can’t manage to cut it often enough for it to be as neat as he’d like. Habitually tries to finger-comb it over at intervals. Post-ghoulification, just doesn’t care. Touching it might lose him the last of it.

Height: 6′4″ (+ - I haven’t completely nailed it down, but he’s about a foot taller than LW. Mine was female and I pictured her being fairly small, so I tacked a foot onto that, but I don’t think the male models are much taller. He could be anything up to 7″ depending on how you view your LW?!)

Clothing Style: Provided he has a choice, he likes pre-war casual - going on game options only, parkstroller or spring - but the red shade is a bit much, switch it out for something lighter. He’s awkward in that he doesn’t like short sleeved shirts but he doesn’t like long either, so he has to roll long ones to the exact right place. Post-programming, he doesn’t even entertain the notion of casual clothing. Always armored, light enough not to weigh him down (his agility is already pretty poor). 

Best Physical Feature: Probably his eyes. Which backfires pretty spectacularly when they’re the only thing he retains in ghoul form and they become creepy and too-real compared to the rest of him. He used to have a nice smile, but it was the rarity of it more than anything. It felt odd to smile - when he was surrounded by misery - even when it was his natural reaction to someone or something, so he had a habit of clenching his back teeth and trying to suppress it. The result was a kind of reluctant, delayed half-smile that made him look shy, and a certain type of lady liked that.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Fears: Younger: Losing his family or something happening to them, losing his own identity after he was bought by them. Older: Nothing - he’s not allowed to be afraid of things, it might impair his usefulness.

Guilty Pleasure: Younger: Stealing smokes from dead people. Slightly less guilty if they’re slavers. Older: None. Still does that, but no longer guilty. Every selfish thought he has produces a faint sense of guilt. Vague, fleeting thoughts of his own preferences, that kind of thing.

Biggest Pet Peeve[s]: Younger: More like an intense hatred; slavers pushing around people weaker than them, which he took to be women, children and the elderly. He got his ass kicked more than once trying to step in for them. Older: Employers who don’t know how to watch their own asses. He can only do so much; he’s one ghoul, not your guardian angel.

Ambition for the Future: Younger: Escape somehow, free his fellow slaves, clear out Paradise Falls so no one else ever gets taken there. After that, he never intended to go home. Fuzzy memories of cannibalism and incest no longer seem part and parcel of living. He’d rather go find his own home. Older: Haha, that’s funny.

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

First Thoughts Waking Up: Younger: “Collar’s still there.” Older: “Is [Employer Name] still alive?”

What They Think About the Most: Everyone else. This is pretty consistent. He can’t be called a Mom Friend at any point, but he has a natural inclination to look after anyone who needs it. Y’know... a real man protects his family, and all.

What They Think About Before Bed: Younger: He’s probably been worked to instant unconsciousness. Older: After the security of the area, his thoughts wander as far as they can. Sometimes he tries to count his employers backwards, hoping he’ll break through that strange barrier he senses somewhere in the past. Why doesn’t he remember anyone before that?

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: Younger: He knows he’s a grounding influence. He’s good at projecting a calm aura. Older: His shotgun.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: Group dates sound fun. That takes off a lot of pressure and seriousness; and it’d be nice for a girl to have another girl to talk to, right? Maybe single dates would be better after something like that. Of course, older... neither. 

To be Loved or Respected: Younger: Both. Older: Respected.

Beauty or Brains: Younger: He’d like to say “brains” but he’s an absolute sucker for pretty girls. As long as they can tell a mole rat from a deathclaw, they’re probably good. Older: Definitely brains. Even if anything else weren’t hypocritical, he’s a lot more relaxed around someone who won’t get themselves killed.

Dogs or Cats: Dogs. There aren’t supposed to be any cats left, Todd.

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: Younger: Rarely. Older: Never.

Believe in Yourself: Younger: Oddly, yes. He’s confident for someone with a bomb round his neck. Older: Yes, but in a much more practical sense.

Believe in Love: Younger: What’s not to believe in? Older: ... 

Want Someone: Younger: Eventually. He’s a little commitment-phobic, but I think that’s understandable when you were engaged to your sister as a kid. Older: Pointless to think about. No.

LAYER SIX: EVER?

Been on Stage: No.

Done Drugs: Younger: (sheepish fidgeting, awkward smile)  Older: Yeah, occasionally - but he almost sees it as medicinal. Firefight taking too long? Employer tiring out? Psycho. Finish it.

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: Never - never been able to. If he were, he might have seemed less like a vault tec ad come to life in his younger years.

LAYER SEVEN: AGE

DOB: Between 17 and 30+ depending on timeline point. I talked to Nimriel about this yesterday - I think averages out about 26, assuming we’re post-F3. But he stops counting then, since he’s technically immortal and never any closer to death. The only thing that changes anymore is the amount of unmarked skin he has left.

How Old Will You Be: ^^^

Age You Lost Your Virginity: 15. He’s a little ashamed of that now.

Does Age Matter: For what? For friends, not at all. For proper, long term partners, definitely. He’s a little shallow and won’t go much older than he is, but neither will he go much younger, and by “much”, I mean she has to be a grown woman with the maturity to match. He’s not interested in teenagers, they’re still kids, and kids shouldn’t think about that stuff. Obviously, older!Charon doesn’t give a fried fuck, his employers could be 19 or 90 as long as they’re breathing.

LAYER EIGHT: IN A BOY OR GIRL

Best Personality: Younger: Genuine, kind, caring, monogamous. Seriously, he has the out of touch mindset of a 1950s poster for a new oven, besides the intense misogyny. That said, he still thinks women have a certain sort of role; he sees it as his job to keep her and the children safe, and hers to take care of the home they put together from within. That means more making sure everyone eats more than polishing the silverware, though. It makes a little more sense in a Fallout setting; having one of them focused on defence and one on offence is pretty logical. He wouldn’t want anyone he loved to be the one getting covered in raider blood. Older: This isn’t really something that ever crosses his mind, but he does admire people with a purpose.

Best Eye Color: Doesn’t matter. He’s weak. 

Best Hair Color: Again. Weak. But he likes blondes.

Best thing to do With a Partner: Younger: Never really had one for any extended period of time, if you catch my drift - but he’d probably like to travel with them. He loves seeing new places, but it’d be nicer if he wasn’t alone. Older: Survive?

LAYER NINE: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: [no words - just an image of an empty landscape view and the sun shining on it. seems to be the area surrounding Paradise Falls, but not viewed through a fence]

I feel: Younger: “Lucky.” (I know. But it’s the truth. He’s constantly thankful to still be alive after every owner and every fight). Older: “...”

I hide: Younger: His despair. That’s not something others ought to see, especially if it might affect them. He’s not as certain as he seems about being free one day. Older: Nothing, but he has nothing to hide, really. Just ask.

I miss: Younger: ??? How can he miss anything, when he never had it? Older: He has a vague sense that he used to be capable of a higher level of empathy and independence, but he’s not sure what that feeling is based on. If it’s true, it would be nice.

I wish: Younger: “I could get out of here.” Older: “...”