#i am a hater of the word “eerie” too now

[erinwantstowrite]

the past couple of days i was doing a lot of stuff but mostly deep cleaning our house and something i noticed while listening to my mom's true crime videos was that you can rarely find a channel that doesn't add stupid fucking music to the background like it's a horror movie- or even more inappropriate cheerful music.

and that REALLY bothers me because these are people's REAL lives we're talking about here... when i watch true crime anything i have to go out of my way to find channels that don't sensationalize it or disrespect the victims in any way. recently, one of the channels i watch has started showing signs of leaning towards this kind of content, when previously they hadn't done so. and it's disappointing. i'm a big believer in music elevating a story but it just feels gross to put it here. or to keep doing moments like "but this horrifying secret will come to light later", etc etc

[askaniritual]

while im being a hater here are some things i dont like in trigun fanfiction because ive unfortunately now read a lot of it:

i dont like when vash is like too "oh woe is me i am undeserving of your love so i'll never even hope or dare to ask for it" i just think its better when both ppl are like. mutually into it. i prefer more of like a "we can be together but i wont make any kind of real emotional commitment" like modern au vash would be one of those ppl who's really squirrely abt the word "boyfriend" yk

i also dont like when its like "wolfwood, milly, and meryl are the only ppl i have ever befriended in 150 years" like. vash is friendly!! ppl love him!! he has to maintain some distance because he knows ppl will eventually leave him but i dont think it makes sense to act like hes never formed any genuine emotional connection before them

i also dont like when vash is too screaming crying etc etc about wolfwood getting hurt like. canon just straight up contradicts that he would not be freaking out that bad

i also dont like when they introduce too many extra nonhuman elements abt vash that hes bad at hiding especially like fangs or other visual stuff like that. like some stuff is fine it adds flaveur but i think like thematically it doesnt work if he comes across too eerie or unsettling because like. hes supposed to seem human until he Really Doesnt thats kind of the point! and also like. he is canonically very good at seeming human thats also kind of the point

[k0k0-library]

12 am... thoughts on Obey Me. Fourth realmmmmmmmm

It is time I talked about the Devildom, the last one of the three main realms. Now, I know the other two were short... I'm trying not to kill off my braincell. Yes, singular braincell. Mama has a los of ideas and absolutely no words to put them in here... Lisa would be dissapointed.

4. The Devildom

It was created somewhere between the beginning of humanity and the second separation of powers withing the Celestials. The apearance of this realm was due to Mox's hatered towards the creation of humans "What is the point of The Creator(s) having these worms as an experiment? No powers, no mind... no nothing!". He viewed humans as only mare pests (cut the first s and you would still be right), is viewing and will most likely forever view humans as such. For him, power was everything, not only body strenght, but also mana and spiritual powers. Humans had non, were created with none, so he viewed them as reboots. As mare little playthings for him and the others.

Not many Celestial shared his beliefes, although, and he was heavily judged for them, even though he was part of the Principalities (if he had remained in the Celestial Realm). What happened there was something out of a phychological thriller. He one by one tricked humans into believing certain lies: the sky is fake, The Creator(s) don't exsts and it's their own conscience keeping them alive, that if they jumped high enough maybe they could see the end of the universe. If you'd like, Mox was the very first person to ever create conspiracy theories... So if you want to thank someone for the fact that one of the people you know is stuck into conspiracies... it's Mox. ThAnK YoU mOX!

He, in one of his little journies in the Celestial realm (that thing is way too huge), he met the love of his life Maeke. She was the most beutiful angel who ever existed until then. But... since they were from different classes, The Creator(s) didn't like the closeness they had to one another and dismembered Maeke right in fromt of Mox. He. Was. So. DONE. With everything that these assholes did.

Mox gathered the little support that he knew he had, in which Barbatos was a part of it (hon hon hon), and began to march to Cloud9. They trashed the place in Maeke's name before they were found and exiled into a new realm. Empty and eerie. This realm is now comonly known as Devildom.

Yet, like the Celestial realm, the Devildom has a few separations. However, there is no rule stating that someone can't go in other separations (such as it is in the Celestial realm. That Hall still gives Luke nightmares, help him.) plus, Mox wanted to keep it simple. At first, since there were no sinners, the only sepparation that existed was the city in which the game is taking place.

Once the falling of humans into sin, they needed to separate thwmselves from rogue humans and so created Hell, bellow the city. It is a place in which torture runs by your own guilty subconscious. Yes, brutal punishments also exist on an outside level, but the "demons" (as they were from then on called by the celestials) prefer to see what the human mind can really invent. And they were more than surprised to see what a guilty human mind had to say for itself.

Soon enough, Mox was declared The Great Demon King by his followers, in a sense of respect and showing him their loyalty, showing him that he has the power. He needed men closer to him to rule this new realm. Of course, he offered Barbatos the spot as his right hand man, but he refused "I wish to serve you, my king. Nothing more. Please, kindly reconsider..." And he did reconsider. Barbatos was his most trusted friend, so if he felt more comfortable as a butler... then he'd let him do it. He named a great council, formed of 22 demons, called Senatoa. (I may or may not go in detail later on, idk.)

As more humans began to enter the Devildom, demons have learned from them many things about how their cities and countries were structured, they learned that both humans and celestials were completely and utterly stupid. Yet, nowadays, they imitate humans more. "At least humans have some flavour in their lifes"

Later on, he grew older and older and finally decided he should for a family. A royal family... and his children were meant to continue his legacy. He married Carolina, Diavolo's mother and had their son. Their life was very calm and quiet until the rebelion. Carolina was vieewed as Mater Supremum, loved by the people not only for the fact that she was the wife of the king, but also because she was very kind to less fortunate souls and known to try to make humans that went to hell feel a bit better about their pathetic afterlife.

In 260 moons (about 20-22 human years), the rebelion happened. Demons were called on the front by Lucifer and his brothers to help them fight against The Creator(s). Mox's old grudge fueled him in battle and Carolina together with Diavolo were helping the wounded. But then, from the sky, Seven luminuous entities began to fall accompanied by a rain of feathers and blood. Diavolo knew he should rush there and Barbatos went with him for extra hands on deck.

The first archangel he found was Lucifer, holding what was left of Lilith, crying and cursing himself for bringing his siblings into this mess that he created. The rest from here was history. After Lucifer's pact with Diavolo, it didn't took many moons beofre The Great Demon King decided to incorporate them in the official Devildom matters. They were now known as Avatars, The Seven Princes Of Hell, and viewed as royalty themselves.

Woho, the Devildom is now ready to go, baked and buttered just like fresh buns.... damn i crave some buns now....

[mywordsflowlikewater]

Rhymes Like a Skywalker

Sweet, sour, baked like flour, because I tower over all these haters, and lame word debaters, that try to act like Darth Vader, but they really just faders, from the 70s to now, an image, a zoo, I am going to spew, because I knew that I could do this, if I put my mind to it, and you can too, this is no hateful rhyme, don’t take flak from any jack, just lay back and let your stress go, too little time to hold on to things that grow and tear you apart, you have a strong heart, that glows in the dark, I am like the dark, in the park, eerie but ready to spark any confrontation between strangers, while they are in dangers, I keep my watch close like a ghost, that is how I feel, life is like a ghost, invisible to the population that listen to the same songs on the radio stations, that play around that nations, top 40, call it top boring, because so many music is overlooked for 3 and a half minute songs with a 30 second hook, my ears won’t be took, so I just shook because I like B side and underground, rarer sounds, with more meaning because money really is not involved, so get green from my obscenities, like wearing denim jeans in 90 degree weather, you better change because it will get hot, because it is hot, rhymes hit the spot, won’t stop so you better drop this beef and go to taco bell, and get a 5 layer burrito, because my words slap so hard you will got popped like Greedo.

[lucidpantone]

Wtfock Fanfic Recommends

Hey there Fockers (see what I did  🙊)

I am doing this genre first because haters are gonna hate and I just want to dispel all the negative connotations now and sage all the bad vibes out of the tag because god knows we need to sage our household aka the wtfock/wtfam tag. Be gone, bad spirits (and before I get hate I am not talking about those critiquing the poor behavior of the tag am talking about those throwing around the “f” word when it’s not even the right word to use in this context). If you want to find out what is the right word please read this insanely articulate post from Skamsnake about the creative process around explicit fic writing.

Okay, take a seat and let's get lost in the sauce.

Let’s chit chat about some real shit. Those damn written words that are keeping us hydrated during the Wtfock drought.

**Update: Going forward I will be rating my reviews via the MPA(USA) filming rating system out. However please take in mind I am no expert and culture matters. I may be being overly cautious but the genre that follows is rated NC-17 in its entirety. **

Fanfic Genre: Erotica/New Adult fiction Tagged under Explicit in Ao3 (or known by its street name: smut) Fic count AOT (as of today): 62

Genre Definition (provided by wikipedia): Fiction similar to YA that can be published and marketed as adult—a sort of an 'older YA' or 'new adult. New adult fiction tends to focus on issues such as leaving home, developing sexuality, and negotiating education and career choices.

This tag barely makes it out of the 20’s without these next four writers so we need to put some respect on their names and spotlight their “best of”.

Skamtrash/ @vearthling (14 MotherFing fics)

Your catalog is so damn extensive its hard to choose but I have to go with my personal fav because am a sucker for an aged up celebrity rock star Sander falling in love with a dark hair boy amongst the crowd. We got plot, romance, a hot and steamy recording session. It's fluffy smut but also kinda of romantic. This one is my personal fav.

Ok and since the crowd has clearly spoken on Ao3 if you want something that puts the E in explicit and has 10k hits, check out this fic. I actually like this work too mainly because it has a pretty endearing follow-up with Milan and Jens/Aaron just embarrassing Robbe after a not so discreet quickie session during the Wtfock Xmas party.

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JesseLBlack (Double digit Spanish fic Queen)

I am so excited to shout out this dark horse. She is such a machine and an absolutely amazing writer even though all her work is in Spanish. I just want people to appreciate her contributions. If you can read spanish and enjoy a good sneaking around session while the parents are at home this is the one for you.

Also I have no idea how this woman found my kink but she did and that's good punctuation especially in Spanish. Like just stop it, my eyes can’t take seeing so many virgulilla used properly in written form. I felt attacked.

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Zaddy Skam/ @zaddyskam

If you haven’t connected the dots yet Zaddy is our long time Anonymous contributor to the Ao3 tag. This fic selection may seem like a random choice but I enjoy Zaddy first fic the most Woensdag 16:36.

If you’re a sucker for an in canon fic that creates a little more narrative and fills in the gaps to the original story then this is the fic for you. Plus I like that it's not super smutty mainly because it shows control and range. Its easy to reach for the usual tropes in explicit fics but this fic really turns this genre on its head with suggestive erotica then presenting the actual act itself. Its just really well crafted and also gives an option to those who want a little erotica but don’t want to dive deep into the pool.

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SkamSnake/ @skamsnake (A legend amongst legends and one half of what inspired the infamous Dinsdag 14:17)

I mean what can be said when the actual wtfock writers are adopting your own ideas into their content. You gotta be doing something right. Here is it what I believe is one half of what I feel inspired parts of Dinsdag 14:17.

FYI: Snakes Omega fic counts under the ABO tag and will be discussed when I get to adoptive “world” fics.

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Tokyometropolis/ @luludemauryyy  (The other half of what inspired the infamous Dinsdag 14:17)

Video phone is almost eerie to read now having seen Dinsdag 14:17 & Dinsdag 23:12. They are parts of video phone that I literally feel were ripped out of the fic and put onto screen even some dialogue quirks are recognizable. Its a huge testament to the skill of this fic. Also, I truly believe the 2nd chapter of this fic is some of this writer's best fic writing. I see a ton of rhythm and play with cadence and that angsty tonality. I can’t rave enough about video phone chapter 2 its so well thought out. Give it a read and let me know what you think wtfock borrowed out of this fic for the big screen.

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Midsummernightoddity

I mean is it smut? or is it just excessive fluff while making love? I think the latter. If you want gooey I mean chocolate syrup style love making gooey this is your baby. It’s Robbe’s first time and it’s wrapped up in a ton of emotions. I enjoyed it and definitely made me get a little teary it was so damn sweet. If you love, love, then this is your fic.

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IcedWhiteMocha

They gave us one fic and one fic only but damn they did give us a good one. Are you a slave to in-canon writing? Ever wonder what happened in that 3 hour time slot in the infamous hotel from when Sander and Robbe entered the hotel room till the shower scene, well this fic will fill in all the blanks.

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Shout Outs (IMO)

Two strangers at a party catching one another’s gaze from across the room: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22383466/chapters/53478205 by fockinglevendcliche/ @fockinglevendcliche

Tales from Quarantine: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24022276 by UndercoverTimeagent

Announcement: We need more zoenne erotica someone write some please!

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Special thanks and acknowledgments to Hollyster, Sassywarlock29, sote faen, angelboygabriel and joshlerbitches. Also if anyone reads russian please send me a couple of words on this fic. If I missed anyone am sorry and up next I think I will do “worlds” fics so HP, ABO,Magic,time travel etc etc or I will do one shot enemies to lovers (chaptered Enemies to lovers will be its own thing). Let me know what tag you want more information on.

[theclownandtheflame]

AIGHT FELLAS it's me ya slut writing a Gaius x MC fic so if you don't like Gaius or feel grossed out by the idea of a ship then DON'T READ IT haaaa no seriously don't read it. Also don't shame those who like it. PEACE! 🧚🏻‍���️

Btw I didn't quite finish it bc idk my imagination gets dry sometimes and stuff. BUT if any of you want me to keep writing, then ask so and I'll do it! I'll do it either way but oh well ksksksks here we go!

Victim, Victim, Monster

A Gaius Augustine x MC drabble/fic

Written by @theclownandtheflame

DISCLAIMER: Some NSFW, slight mentions of PTSD (not romanticized tho!! ew!!)

Characters used &/or mentioned belong to Pixelberry!!! All rights to them even if they take ours on a daily basis

My mother language is Portuguese so please excuse my grammar should it be necessary!

MC's name is Athena because,, :)

Final warning for Gaius' haters: don't. read. below. the line !!!!!!!!

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"Athena, I did terrible things to you. I abducted you. I raided your mind. I tortured your friends. I killed you."

Funny how stating the obvious got him stuck in her mind the whole night. Fragile, the bloodkeeper clutched her pillow and busied herself with happier thoughts. As if there were any at times like these.

They had just escaped the island when its effects fully wore out. She couldn't blame "grandpa" for her restlessness, as much as she wanted to. So much to consider after trekking across the ugly truth and all she could think about was Gaius. Gaius Augustine.

She heaved a dramatic sigh before changing positions. Now, laying on her back, Athena realized this was probably the best night of sleep she's had in a while. Even if there was, like, absolutely no sleeping involved.

What kept her up wasn't the nightmares this time. Something about their talk, as eerie as it went, helped her conceal the fact his face would haunt her forever. Because, oh, it would.

"You can't sleep, can you?"

The agony, crawling under her skin, hit so deep she could hear his voice at any given time. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she stared at the ceiling, counting sheeps for a change. No nightmares, no daydreams, but absolutely not a hint of tranquility.

"... Athena."

She huffed. If she knew coming to good terms with the enemy would bring him inside her head, she wouldn't have taken the high road. Her lips still tingled from the kiss she pressed to his cheek. The electric warmth shared upon breaking a boundary she would've never have crossed days prior.

If only her friends could see her now. Touching her lips with her fingertips. Thinking fondly of a monster they swore to kill.

"Are you asleep? Do you actually sleep with your eyes open? You are one strange woman."

"Leave, demon!" She hissed, forcing herself up to sit by the edge of the bed. Both hands rubbed at her temples as she whispered words of discouragement, praying to have her brain raided by better thoughts. A psych vampire who can't watch after her own mind was most likely a joke.

Until she glanced towards the door, slowly, blushing deeply at the owner of her inner voices who simply stared back in awe. So it wasn't her imagination playing tricks, huh?

He blinked. Fast.

"... Did you think I—"

"Shut up." She lisped. Her hands continued to cradle her head even as he walked in, eyebrows arched.

"I was hoping you'd be less fussy after our conversation."

Without expecting an invitation, he crossed the distance between them and leaned into the wall across from her.

Surprisingly she didn't budge. Not until her body flinched at the cold breeze that entered freely from the gap he left by keeping the door open.

"Yeah, so was I." The woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath to keep herself from shaking.

Once aware of the situation, Gaius snatched her pillow and tossed it on the door. It slammed closed from the impact, but it wasn't loud enough to startle the others.

"Hey!" She gasped, watching the scene with eyes wide. "Couldn't you just go and close it manually? Like, running for it? You're a powerful vampire, dude."

Entertained by her fright, he smirked.

"I'm also way too comfortable standing right here... dude."

Gaius Augustine was a monster. Is a monster. She couldn't really tell. Decades of cruelty couldn't be wiped out so easily, as Kamilah strongly suggested whenever she mentioned his name. Yet, the way he looked at her with a mixture of sorrow and regret proved it true: Rheya broke him whole.

He stood still, stiffening once their eyes met, and suddenly all she could see was a wounded hound looking for shelter.

"Why are you here?" She asked at last. A simple question that sent him looking for scrappers of answers he couldn't quite provide.

Why was he there, really? Because she's the only one who didn't give him a hard time? Because she knew how his mind worked, and therefore they had a reliable bond?

Because she's the only good thing left of the Rheya he once loved?

He needn't consider any further. That last possibility drained all colors from his face. Staring blankly ahead, his mouth slightly ajar, Gaius ignored her altogether and hurried towards the door.

"Wait!" She called out. Without further ado, Athena leaped to her feet and approached the man to lay a hand on his as it reached for the knob.

The look he gave her was a haunting one. Desperate. He couldn't bear looking at her face without feeling himself break further.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

He was terrified of her.

"I must leave." He blurted out, but his body remained unmoving. The gentle touch he felt on his hand moved on to his cheek, and suddenly he found himself leaning into it.

What the hell, Athena? What are you doing?, She thought. He abducted you, raided your mind, tortured your friends, killed you!

Their eyes met once more, and this time they didn't go astray. They glared at each other's hues while their heads swirmed with questions of where they stood and what they meant.

Victim, victim, monster.

Both experiencing a strong attraction that most likely came to life due to their shared fear:

To lose a purpose without making it right.

Pulling away out of a sudden, Athena turned on her heels and walked in front of a mirror. He followed short after, magnetized, his hands yearning to grasp her hips but resting on his belt instead. His towering figure could be easily seen behind her as a smile crept on her rosy lips.

"What?" He frowned. "What's so amusing to you that clearly isn't to me?"

Biting on her bottom lip, she gestured towards their reflections, believing it would be enough. By the way his lips puckered, it wasn't.

"We're vampires. Yet we can see ourselves on the mirror. Hollywood's fishy, isn't it?"

Sighing sharply not to roll his eyes at her foolishness, he leaned into her to touch the mirror's surface. The way his chest pressed into her back so that his palm could reach the glass made her heartbeats quicken.

The funny look he gave her through a squint was enough to say he heard them loud and clear. And enjoyed being the cause of it.

"You don't believe Vlad's tales, do you? It's outrageous. The man is a buffoon." He quirked an eyebrow. Looking at the mirror at the same time, the two shot each other challenging glares until she burst into laughter.

"Nah. He's not that great, by the way. I don't see the appeal... and I've certainly had better."

Wiggling her eyebrows, Athena fist-bumped the air upon spotting a crimson shade spread on his cheeks. He'd have pulled away to adjust his posture if she hadn't laid her hand upon his.

Her fingers grazed his until curling around them, her touch so gentle he could barely feel it. He closed his eyes when she laid her head back on his shoulder, and his arm slowly slithered around her waist in return.

Humming to herself, Athena shrunk into his arms and cherished the warmth of his hold. Then, the touch of his lips on her ear, of his breath tickling her skin.

"I do see the appeal in this." He growled, softly, making her body shiver from goosebumps. "Of holding you close to me instead of hunting you down. Of saving you instead of dragging you to harm's way."

The hand he had holding on her waist moved up to her breasts, hovering over her cleavage as he reached for a necklace as an excuse to his gestures. Her heart was entirely out of control at this point, beating faster by the minute – but she didn't care. She wanted him to be aware of his effects. Tilting her head, she brushed her lips across his jawline and smirked at the hiss she got in response.

"Well, there is a saying for that, y'know? Make love, not war."

Having distracted him with an array of kisses on his jaw, she reached back around her neck to unclip the necklace and toss it away. He needn't an excuse. Not anymore.

"So which one's gonna be? I'm warning you though, I'm great at waging war."

"You are infuriating." Without further notice, his hands clutched her hips to flip her around.

Once she could face him properly, Athena inched forth to try his lips for the first time, but he made sure to keep her at arm's length. His eyes, dark with lust, studied her frame before locking on her features. It's like he was seeing her for the first time, savoring the sight of something he craved despite unaware.

He took it in without a wish to kill but to touch, appraise, caress. Taste.

"Kiss me." She ordered, her voice but a whisper as his thumbs drew circles around her hips.

"No, Bloodkeeper..." He hummed, his nose brushing hers as he fought the urge to give it in. "I'm not so sure I am worthy of your lips."

Dodging temptation, he pressed a kiss to her cheek instead. A warm reminder that there's still good in this world as much as there could be in him.

"Goodnight, Athena."

She shook her head. He couldn't leave now, not when she found a way around the sharp edges of his heart. However, he was too determined to cut it short before it was too late. Even if something told him they were way past that.

Averting his gaze not to meet her hungry eyes, he planted one last kiss on her forehead and left with haste.

"Great..." She mumbled, more restless than ever. "Now I definitely can't sleep."

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[youarejesting]

BTS365

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Announcement: 600+ followers and I’m sorry to how dark some of these got but you know I kind of like when stories don’t always have a happy ending.

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Kim Seokjin: Makeup

Heading into work you had a headache, it was excruciating, the throbbing behind your eye and the tightness around your temples. Your face felt swollen, and you packed on as much makeup as physically possible and you knew it wasn’t a good look. There were no lashes or mascara, no eyeshadow, no lipstick. Just concealer and foundation to the max. 

You stepped into work and the receptionist gave you a weird look, usually; you got compliments when you wore makeup; you were pretty good and knew what worked well on your face. But today you looked strange. Your eye was too swollen to put anything near it and so you just looked like a one tonne alien. 

“Hey babe, what’s going on?” A voice said, “you bailed on our movie night last night and didn’t even text me?” Seokjin was your saviour he made your dull job manageable. He took one look at you and froze he knew this wasn’t right. “What did he do?”

“It’s not that bad it’s just a bump”

He dragged you by the hand to his desk taking his face wipes from the first draw he tried to grab your chin, but you turned away. “Please let me see” he gently wiped away all the makeup he liked when you had a clean face. It was like he was seeing the real you, that isn’t to say he didn’t like when you dressed up, he liked how you could accentuate your eyes and lips. 

But this, this was wrong. He felt sick, the more he removed the more the colours were revealed dark purples and blues stained your smooth skin, there was a small scab on your cheekbone where the skin had split on impact. He shoved the packet of wipes into your arms and turned declaring. “I will kill him”

Min Yoongi: On a stick

“It’s just meat on a stick?” You rolled your eyes at your best friend who was being lured from his apartment from his roommate Jungkook. You had planned to spend the afternoon together where you were going to tell him how you feel about him finally after all these years. Hell, you even stood by him when he dated girls through high school even though it nearly killed you.

“Yeah, why do you make it sound like a bad thing?” Yoongi scoffed grabbing his jacket, “Come along we can get some food and come back and watch the movie”

“Look you don’t have to come, we don’t need haters ruining our dinner” Jungkook sighed grabbing his keys, and you reluctantly slipped on your shoes and coat running after them. You didn’t even order before you snapped.

“Jungkook what is your problem with me, I just wanted to spend the afternoon with my best friend and maybe tell him that I have been in love with him since fifth grade and you’re out here making me feel like absolute trash,” You hissed Yoongi was frozen starring at his menu. He looked like he was deep in thought. Realizing what you said and how he had reacted to your blunt and unexpected confession you left.

“y/n!” Jungkook shouted he caught you quickly “hey, dude I am sorry, I thought you liked me and I was trying to push you away because… Yoongi likes you, said he has liked you since fifth grade and has never wanted to ruin the friendship. I really am sorry, go back inside he is in shock and is silently freaking out that he will never see you again. Lunch is on me, here”

Jung Hoseok: Smoke and Mirrors

Your son wanted to be a magician, and you spent a fair amount of money on all the books and toys and such but as his passion grew so did the hole in your bank account. You bought him front row tickets to see a world-renowned magician live on stage. It was an amazing performance. The magician was very good looking and was so bright and bubbly he danced he made all the sound effects. Your son insisted you see him backstage, and you took him back there. It took a long time but your son refused to leave. The dressing room door opened and there he was, his shirt buttons undone slightly. 

“Why hello, who do we have here?” he smiled at you and your son and you gave him an apologetic smile

“I am so sorry to bother you, my son, he is an aspiring magician and well he wanted to meet you and I really couldn’t say no to at least trying”

“No, don’t apologize,” he looked at his watch and grinned, “I got time, come in and sit and tell me about yourself. What’s your name? Do you know any tricks?” The two talked until your son had fallen asleep on the couch.

“Whatever you did, that’s real magic right there,” The two of you laughed.

“Do you need help to your car, he looks a little heavy, or I can carry your bags if that’s more comfortable for you,” He smiled and the two of you headed to the parking lot. Buckling your son into the passenger seat, you turned to say goodbye, and he swept his hand behind your ear. “It seems my number was behind your ear this whole time”

He placed the paper into your hand and gave you a grin, one hand slipping into his pocket to find his keys and the other waving goodbye.

Kim Namjoon: Walk in the Park

Namjoon was a smart man, he knew everything that happened in the neighbourhood. The street lights along the park path flickered off for twenty seconds every three minutes. The old lady Lady by the store shut her curtains at 6:15 exactly after watching her shows and feeding her cat. The walk through the park took Five minutes exactly, and that there were three security cameras on the path.

People were going missing and were usually found dead days later. He set off on his usual walk at 6:00 heading to the store; he stopped to pat the cat and waved to the old woman. He bought a single bottle of Soju as he did every night. Explaining how he had to get home before his slow cooker was finished, showing the timer on his phone. “It’s got 8 minutes left I should make it home by 6:15” 

Walking he saw you alone, he sped up a little and matched your stride. “Don’t look now but there is a drunk man a little way ahead, and the path lights are switch off for about thirty seconds every three minutes” Just as he finished his sentence the lights switched off. You grew stiff under the moonlight. “I am Namjoon”

He continued walking talking to you about the stars, the old lady was feeding her cat before bed, it was 6:10 she would soon close her curtains. He waved to the old and then to you. Thanking him for the help you both parted ways saying goodnight to the old lady. Namjoon smiled to himself walking out of the camera frame and the lights flickered out. You walked hesitantly in the dark but didn’t get very far before you were knocked out from behind.

Chained to an old metal bed frame when you woke, your eyes needing time to refocus you saw Namjoon standing there in a white coat. “Shh it’s okay, you are okay, you see I am an expert. My alibi and the camera footage, I just picked you up and tipped you over the stonewall of this apartment block and walked home.  As all footage and security cameras show me parting ways with you even the old lady saw you go off on your own, nobody knows. Nobody knows that is is me”

Park Jimin: Burn

You opened a sealed box, and you read the stupid script. You were using it as a chance to practice your reading and speaking Korean. But you had let it out, and it was chasing you. Its eyes blacked out and horns coming out from his hair. He looked eerie and was still recovering strength which gave you time to run hiding in a church. 

Stopping at the door it watched you and you were relieved until it reached in blackened nails gripping the door frame. It stepped inside calling your name sweetly, you could see the embers flaking off its body slowly not enough to kill it but enough to annoy. 

You ran hiding in the confession booth your breathing was shaky. It sang a haunted tune. Its voice layered a low sound that crackled and a high breathy sound like a whine. You held your breath as it passed, calling your name. You thought it was gone, but you didn’t want to take any chances. 

You opened your phone the words you had spoken in the translator the demon's name was Jimin and upon searching the name you found it was a demon of Lust, Deception, Chaos and Misfortune. It resides in the third outermost circle of hell with Preceding Taehyung and following from Namjoon. The strongest demon being Kim Seokjin. 

A hand busted through the wall of the confessional by your head and wrapped around your throat pulling you threw the thin and shattered wall. 

Kim Taehyung: Battery

You forgot to plug your phone in the night before so you charged it while you got ready; it was only at 28% and you sighed heading out to work. You met a client and discussed his hotel remodelling. 

Your phone which you had turned off when you weren’t using it at work was now at 16%. It was early in the afternoon and you were emailing a client important information and rushing across town to meet with a supplier. You crossed the road getting hit with a car laying in the rain you found it hard to breathe all the air seemed to have escaped your body. Dragging your arm across the concrete your phone held tightly in your fist you pressed the numbers for emergency services you hit the call button when your phone powered down. 

A face appeared about you looking horrified he called the ambulance shaking there was a light behind his head. It seemed like a halo and he was your very own angel. 

Jeon Jungkook: Beach  @live-2-fangirl

The beach was quiet; it was overcast and occasionally would sprinkle with rain. You were never deterred, and this weather was better for churning up the sea and creating a few gnarly waves. You laughed at the expression gnarly and swore on your life never to think nor speak it ever again. Getting on your surfboard you swam out to sea it was incredibly exhilarating weaving across the water. 

The water grew unforgiving in what seemed like a second pulling you out and you were dunked by a wave and tossed around. You didn’t panic swimming to the light. Breaking the surface, you blinked the saltwater from your eyes and tried to get it out your nose and throat. It was brighter than you remembered. Maybe there was a break in the clouds. 

“Can we be of aid lad?” A voice called you looked up to see an old wooden shop, the kind that looked like it belonged in a Johnny Depp quintology of films. Leaning over the side of the ship was a young man, his hair shaggy hair falling forward as he looked down at you. Your wetsuit removed any femininity from your figure and your hair was in a very messy bun. You climbed up the rope ladder on the side of the ship as you didn’t see any signs of your beach anywhere. 

It was so sunny with not a cloud in the sky. Did you die? Getting up onto the ship you laid your board down on the deck removing the surf leash from your ankle. 

“Where be your port?” He asked they all looked like they were fresh out of a romance novel with billowing shirts and shaggy hair. 

You ripped the velcro around your neck and pulled the zip down your back.  Peeling the wetsuit of your arms until they were free, letting out your hair shaking it with your fingers hoping it wouldn’t take long to dry. Some of your swimsuit was on display and as you went to take the wetsuit completely off a long waistcoat was draped over your shoulders. 

“My apologies, my lady, we will fetch you some dry clothes,” you shrugged his coat off onto the deck. 

“No, need I will be dry soon” you continued to strip, and he unbuttoned his shirt and fastened it around you buttoning it up. 

“These scallywags cannot be trusted with a beautiful woman like yourself” he smiled “you are as tempestuous as the waters we sail” 

Next Week

[amarauder]

chapter four ❥ | original

"Y/n!" A familiar female voice was calling, and Y/n turned around and screamed, "Bella!"

"Hey n/n," greeted Arabella, watching her friend's h/c hair soar in the wind as she approached her. "Nice vacation, eh?"

"Best I've ever had," said Y/n, smiling. She was starting to remember the events of the summer.

Y/n was humming to herself as she watched the birds sing sweet songs on a nearby tree. It was always a hobby of hers, to watch birds. Suddenly, out of nowhere, something whooshed by, causing her to nearly fall of the edge of her bed. Now soaring through the sky were a couple of broomsticks. Y/N grinned, thinking that it was probably Arabella coming to save her from Petunia. Maybe Violet and Jennifer, her two other friends at Hogwarts, had come too.

As soon as she opened her window to let them in, it was no other than James Potter, her arch-nemesis at Hogwarts. Of course, he wasn't as bad as Severus Snape, the avid Gryffindor-hater, who also, unexpectedly and unfortunately, had an enormous crush on Lily.

"What are you doing here, Potter?" she hissed, glaring at the boy.

"I'm allowed to save you from y/s/n, aren't I?" He grinned that lop-sided grin of his. James Potter was your typically average popular boy, who was entering his second year like Y/n. He had jet-black hair, which ran untidy all over the place, called "the untamed forest" by Y/n. He also had soft brown eyes, which shined with mischief and bravery. He was thin and wiry, but he was very tall. Followed by him was none other than his first-hand mate, sidekick, and best friend, Sirius Black. Sirius looked a lot like his best friend, except he had longer black hair and grey eyes that had a mysterious glitter in them, but nevertheless, they were just as mischievous as James'.

Remus followed his two friends, smiling at Y/n gently. He was liked best of all among the girls (Y/n's group of friends). He had light brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a thin, tired face. Yet he had a gentle air around him, perhaps a bit eerie, but he was always so gentle, so kind, like a great healer. Peter, sadly, was gliding jerkily through the air, trying to hold on to his dear life. James and Sirius offered to let him share a broomstick with either of them, but Peter jauntily refused. He seemed to want to prove to Lily, who was the smartest witch of their age, no doubt, that he was something. Maybe not a lot, but something.

Arabella, Violet, and Jennifer had come soaring right after the boys and landed in Y/n's room as well. They rode on a broomstick – Lily assumed it was a large, family-sized one, and greeted Y/n with hugs.

"Girls," Sirius had muttered, "always showing such affection." But he had taken the statement back right away after Arabella gave him some "affection" of her own.

Y/n laughed. "Yep. Best summer I ever had."

"Best summer you'll ever have," corrected Arabella. "It's obvious the first summer after first year is more special than any other."

"Sure Bells—hey, there's Sirius!" She emphasized the last word, sending her best friend in fits.

Arabella and Sirius had their little "snog session", as Y/n often called it, and her e/c/s (Eye color that represents a stone, ex: Green emerald, blue sapphire, etc.) eyes traveled around until it sank into a pair of brown ones.

"James Potter," she said coolly.

"Y/n L/n," James said, just as coolly. Then he grinned again and motioned toward Remus, who was desperately trying to fight off a flirting Jennifer. "Looks like Dean's got it bad."

"Shut up, Potter," snapped Y/n irritably. "It's not every day Jennifer gets taken with a boy. In fact, she hates boys so much that I'm surprised she's even talking civilly to Remus."

"Violet's paired off with our Peter, too," said James, pretending to sigh wistfully, as he watched Peter awkwardly compliment a giggling Violet.

"Everyone's paired off," replied Y/n gloomily, and she looked rather sad.

"No one's as cute a couple as Y/n and James Potter," interrupted Sirius, walking towards them with a grin. He ducked as a shower of sparks hit him, and straightened up, with Arabella cuddling next to him.

"Sirius Black, don't you dare—" began Y/n, but James kissed Y/n unexpectedly. Y/n screamed and started to threaten him, but he just grinned and winked at Sirius.

"All right, what's going on here?" asked Y/n loudly.

Arabella shrugged. "Who knows. Boys are weird anyway. They never have an explanation for any of their actions."

An exclamation of "Hey!" came from the two boys, and both girls grinned.

"Let's go find Jennifer and Violet," suggested Y/n.

When both girls left, Sirius smiled at his friend. "So...you think Y/n L/n is totally gorgeous?"

James glowered at him. "Did I say that?"

"You want to."

He groaned. "Sirius, leave me alone."

Sirius shrugged. "Fine. But I'm telling you—if I break up with Bella, then I'm going after Y/n."

James waved his hand impatiently. "Whatever."

"Hey, show more consideration for your wife!"

James' jaw, literally, dropped to the floor. "B-but h-how d-did you know?" he stuttered. Then he frowned and asked, "Did L/n tell you?"

"Nope. I—er—accidentally overhead your conversation with Dumbledore. But y/n already knows that I know."

James groaned. "Why am I always the last to know everything?"

"Because, Jamie-boy, everything bad always happens to you first."

He snorted. "Yeah—like falling 'in love' with Deanna Jackson, probably the most hated girl in Gryffindor."

"She's attractive."

"Not to me."

"Ah, now only going for the h/c, are we?" Sirius smirked.

"You go for the brown-curled ones," retorted James. Then his smile widened. "Didn't like Arabella too much on the first day back on the train, did we?"

Sirius colored. "None of your business, James Potter."

James pretended to gasp. "Is Sirius Black being...*gasps from the audience*...serious?"

His best friend shook his head and said bleakly, "Ha, ha."

"What's so funny?" y/n had come back, closely tailed by her three friends.

"Nothing," James muttered.

"You're always so shy around y/n, James, are you sure nothing's up?" asked Arabella slyly.

Violet coughed, which made Jennifer automatically say, "Remus, can I talk to you for a moment?"

"No." Remus was right behind James and Sirius, causing the latter to jump. "I will not, Miss Jennifer Dean."

As if expecting it all along, Jennifer's face was impassive.

"We're going to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor," said Arabella hurriedly. "We have—er—a project to finish." Then they all scurried off to the ice cream parlor, leaving Y/n and James alone, standing there.

"They planned this whole thing up!" cried y/n angrily. "I knew Bella was up to something—she was writhing and squirming all over the place at breakfast."

James stared at y/n. Sirius was right, he thought. Y/n L/n is gorgeous. Most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life – but we're still enemies, of course. He thought he heard a snort in the back of his head that said, "Yeah, right, Jamie-boy."

"I'm not Jamie-boy and I don't think y/n L/n is gorgeous!" Y/n stared in surprise at James' outburst, and the boy blushed furiously.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

The whole lot of Diagon Alley was staring at him. Many of the bystanders were Hogwarts students, and some of them snickered and a few whispered to each other that James Potter, the most wanted and admired boy in school, liked Y/n L/n, the prettiest and cleverest girl at Hogwarts.

"Er—" Y/n was staring at James, puzzled. No one had said that she was gorgeous—probably Sirius had put a charm on him to repeat the words "Jamie-boy, you know Y/n L/n is gorgeous" in his head.

"Shall we join our friends?" asked James, still red in the face. As they went to the ice cream parlor where their friends were, many girls flirted with James non-stop; fluttering their eyelashes and giggling like idiots. Y/n looked thoroughly depressed by all the attention that she was getting as well. Nearly every boy—even fourth and fifth years—were staring at her with a mixture of astonishment and intensity. Suddenly, Severus Snape, the famous hater of Gryffindor, had come up to her, looking into her eyes pleadingly.

"Y/n!" he exclaimed happily. "How pleasant to see you!" He eyed her body in approval. Then he looked over at James and frowned.

"What are you doing here, Potter?"

"I've come to buy my school supplies, Snape, you idiot," snapped James. He was obviously in a very bad mood. "Why, is that illegal?"

"It looks like you were harassing my Y/n," spat the greasy-haired boy. He emphasized on the 'my'.

"For heavens' sake, I'm not yours, Snape!" cried Y/n. She had enough of the oily Slytherin as well.

Snape was taken aback. Y/n had never lost control like that to him before. He concluded that Potter had indeed messed around with the poor girl's brain and decided to make an offer involving improper advances to L/n before Evan Rosier could find him.

"So, y/n," he began, "would you like to have a 'visit' to my dormitory today?"

"Thinking of shagging her, Snape?" spat James menacingly. Snape was taken aback.

"Well!" he exclaimed, but his tone was unusually high. "I certainly do not know how you came up with such a theory, Potter, but I can assure you—"

"No thank you, Severus," snapped y/n, "I would not like to visit your dormitory. No doubt that you do want me to crawl into bed with you, and McGonagall or Hurst catching me. Besides, it's against school rules: no Inter-House common room visits."

James sighed in relief. For a fleeting moment, he thought that Y/n would accept Snape's offer just to make him jealous. But he wouldn't be, of course – would he?

"Hello? Earth to James!" It was Sirius, and he was grinning like a maniac.

James was back on earth again. Then he broke into a tirade.

"How dare you leave me alone with L/n, Sirius Black! What were you thinking?"

Sirius was taken back at James clearly furious face. "It wasn't my plan, it was my Bella's and all her friends' plan. I swear I had nothing to do with it!" His face was pale as James' cold face stared furiously at his.

Finally, James gave up. Maybe Sirius was telling the truth for once in his life. "Fine, forget about it."

Sirius grinned. "That's Jamie-boy for you. Always had a big heart."

"Sirius, do me a favor and stop the sappy stuff."

"Whatever you say."

James decided to change the subject. After all, they were going nowhere with this conversation. "Did you ever wonder why Remus disappears every month?"

Sirius furrowed his brow. "Didn't he say his mother was ill and he had to go home to see her?" he asked, almost doubtfully.

"Yeah—but Dumbledore wouldn't allow a student to go home just because his mother was ill, would he?"

"No...but Dumbledore's always been the kind and understanding headmaster, so I wouldn't count on it. But it's funny, really, how poor Remus looks like he doesn't get enough sleep at all. I'm sure if he did go home to visit his mother, he would get a good rest."

James' head snapped up. "I think I've got it!"

"Got what?"

"The answer to Remus' mysterious disappearances!"

"Have you? What is it?"

"Well...I don't exactly have the answer, but I know how to find out. Here, give me a piece of parchment."

Sirius handed his best friend a piece of parchment, wondering vaguely if his friend had gone bonkers. James was scribbling down on his parchment eagerly, and Sirius leaned in to see what he was writing.

Remus disappears every month.

Remus seems awkward whenever we bring up the subject of why he disappears, so it must be something he really doesn't want us all to know.

I notice that whenever he disappears, the moon is full because he always glances at it wistfully.

Sirius stared at the piece of parchment. "What does this all mean?" he asked eagerly.

James shrugged. "I have no idea."

A week later, it was September 1st, and King's Cross was jammed with hundreds of Hogwarts students trying to get on Platform 9 ¾. Y/n was pushing her cart with her trunk and owl, Hannah, in it, while struggling to have her mum stop crying.

"Mum," she sighed, exasperated. "Stop crying. I'll come home for the Christmas and Easter holidays if you want."

Her mother had stopped crying at once. "Would you, dear? Yes...I'll stop crying; you coming home will do me good..." She sniffed.

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Well, I have to go, I still have fifteen minutes before the train leaves."

Her dad turned to Y/s/n, who was, as usual, sulking at a corner. "Y/s/n, say goodbye to your sister," he said sternly.

"No," replied Y/s/n defiantly. "Why should I? She said she was coming home for Christmas and Easter holidays."

Before the L/n's could say another word, Y/n pushed her cart between Platforms Nine and Ten, hearing distinct yells and noises behind her. Probably Mum and Dad yelling at Y/s/n for being so 'rude' to her sister, she thought, grinning. She ran with all her might through the barrier, until the words "Platform nine-and-three-quarters" were hanging above her head.

"Y/n! There you are!" It was her best friend, Arabella, calling and waving to her frantically. Behind her, Jennifer and Violet, Y/ n's other two friends, we're happy to see her again.

"Hey Bella, Jen, Violet!" greeted Y/n enthusiastically. "Sorry I couldn't get here earlier; Mum was crying her eyes out again. 'Fraid I have to go home over the Christmas and Easter holidays—promised Mum."

Arabella's face looked downcast, but she brightened up again. "So...will you and James get together again?"

"No." Y/n sighed in resentment and impatience. Why were her friends so caught up in matchmaking them?

"Y/n Flower!" She turned around to see James Potter's circle of Marauders run towards her in excitement.

"Hello Y/n," greeted Remus affectionately. Y/N had always liked Remus best of them all; he was always so gentle and understanding.

"Hi Remus," said Y/n, smiling at the tired boy. Then she turned to Peter and Sirius. "Hey, Peter, Sirius."

They both greeted her, and Y/n purposely ignored the fourth member and ringleader of them all.

"Hi L/n." It was James, and he was sporting his usual lopsided grin.

"Potter," was all Y/n said. She disliked – no, hated, James Potter from the moment she met him a year ago at King's Cross. The six other friends sensed a hatred silence between them and stood awkwardly aside.

Then James nudged Sirius, and the boys filed into the train and went in search of an empty compartment. The girls found an empty one just at the end of the train and collapsed into the seats tiredly.

"Y/s/n bore you to death, N/n?" asked Arabella, yawning.

"Yep. She wouldn't say goodbye to me at the train station, so I think I heard my mum and dad yell at her when I was out of earshot."

All four girls laughed. The compartment door slid open and the four Marauders came barging in.

"We need to sit here," said James shortly. "All the others are full."

"Are you sure you're just saying that so you can sit with Y/n, James?" asked Arabella sweetly. James colored and glared at her.

"Can we?" asked Sirius hopefully. He looked mighty tired from all the searching.

"Sure, why not?" Y/n scooted over a seat, as did the rest of the girls.

"Thanks." The boys all sat down, looking exhausted.

As time passed, the train was speeding up quickly. The countryside surroundings had passed and they were going deeper and deeper into a thick forest. Remus, Violet, Jennifer, and Peter were fast asleep, so Y/n, Arabella, James, and Sirius started a discussion about Remus' mysterious disappearances.

The girls looked at each other apprehensively. "We—er—know what's wrong with Remus," said Y/n uncomfortably.

James and Sirius stared at them. "Well—go on—tell us! We don't care if it's something terrible."

Finally, Y/n said, "Remus—Remus is a..." She kept her voice low so only the four of them could hear, "a werewolf."

James and Sirius went pale. Then James shrugged indifferently and said, "How come he's never told us before?"

Arabella was astonished. "You mean, you don't—you don't care?"

The boys were annoyed. "Why would we care? It's not his fault!"

Y/n and Arabella looked at each other delightedly. "He never told any of us because he was afraid that we'd dump him as a friend. Of course, we'd never, ever..."

"How'd you girls figure it out?" asked Sirius curiously.

"Y/n," answered Arabella simply. "She's the genius, you know."

Y/n shrugged. "I just figured out that Remus leaves at every full moon, and the only thing that does that is a werewolf. Jen and Violet know too. Bit of a nasty shock for Jen at first, but she was only wondering, like yourselves, why Remus never told any of us."

"Remus is a great friend, he doesn't think we're that shallow, does he?"

"Many people are frightened of werewolves, you know."

"But—we're still his friends—"

"All right, end of discussion!" said Arabella loudly, causing both Remus and Peter to stir. Remus sat up, rubbing his eyes, and glancing around at all the serious faces.

"What is this, a funeral?" he asked, trying to make a joke out of it. When he saw that no one laughed or budged, he asked, "why the long faces?"

"Why didn't you ever tell us, Remus?" asked James quietly.

"Tell you what?" asked Remus, confused.

"Tell us that you're a werewolf," finished Arabella quietly.

Remus nearly fell out of his seat. "How did you...how did you..." he spluttered.

"Mostly thanks to Y/n," informed Jennifer coolly.

Remus was shaking harder than ever. Y/n's face softened and she frowned at the angry James and Sirius and nudged them hard in the ribs.

"Remus," she began gently, "we don't care if you're a werewolf. You're still the same sweet Remus we've all known, and it doesn't make much of a difference what you are."

"But..." Remus looked around at James, Sirius, and Peter, and they were all grinning. Then he looked over to the girls and they were smiling as well.

"I thought I'd lose you guys as friends," he said slowly. "I mean, I've never really had friends before because my whole neighborhood knew that I was a werewolf, so they forbid the children to go near me. Not that any of the kids wanted to; they were afraid of me, too. So when I came to Hogwarts, I found you guys and you all are the best friends I've ever had. So if you found out...what I was, you'd dump me."

"We'd never," the seven chorused together serious. Even Sirius was looking solemn for a moment.

Remus grinned. "You guys are the best."

"You mean the girls are the best," corrected Y/n, grinning in feigned mock shock.

"The girls are the best, then," he said, smiling widely at his friends' shocked faces.

"Boys are better than girls and you know it," retorted Sirius, pretending to be angry with Y/n.

"Aww...you know Bella can change your perspective on anything," mocked Violet. They all looked at her in surprise. Violet was usually the quiet and sensible one of the lot.

"Good job, Violet," lauded Jennifer. "Soon you can properly mock the dog-boy."

The four girls burst out laughing, and even the boys sniggered. Sirius flushed.

"Hey, at least half my gang aren't flowers," he said quickly.

Y/n and Violet looked at each other. It was true, but they had never noticed it before.

Then Arabella spoke up, smiling flirtatiously at Sirius. "Sirius, dear, you really must calm yourself down. These are my friends you're mocking!"

Sirius gave a low bow. "But of course, m'dear Figg."

Everyone laughed. Then their compartment door slid open and Severus Snape came in with Rosier, Avery, Lestrange, Wilkes, and one other boy with slick blond hair that they didn't know. Snape was looking very authoritative and oily as he entered.

"My dear Y/n," he began, smirking. "Wouldn't you like to join us?"

Y/n stared at Snape wearily. "No thank you, Severus. I'd rather hang with my friends if you'd be so kind..."

"Told you this wouldn't work, Severus," muttered the blonde boy. "What were you thinking anyway?"

"Y-y/n's nice," stuttered Snape. "Better than most Gryffindors, anyway."

Y/n stood up angrily. "Is that what you think of me as, Snape? Just 'better than most Gryffindors'? Well, let me tell you something! If you're not sticking around here to be friendly, then leave."

The rest of the friends stared at the h/c. They had never seen her temper rise like that – not even with James.

Avery stiffened. "Come, Snape, Lucius, we're not sticking here to associate with Mudbloods."

James jumped and whipped out his wand. "What did you call her?"

Avery sneered. "A Mudblood. Got a problem with that, Potter?"

"It's not a problem I only have. It's a problem that nearly the whole school would have, if they heard you – except with your dirty House, of course."

Lestrange stood right in front of Avery and narrowed his eyes at the black-haired boy. "Slytherin is not a dirty House, Potter. For your information, I think that your stupid House, Gryffindor, should really be eliminated from Hogwarts. There's really no need to have Mudbloods in the school. Oh, and your headmaster should be rid of too – the nasty Mudblood and Muggle-lover, Dumbledore."

Sirius suddenly stood up and shook with anger. "Don't you dare insult Dumbledore! He's the greatest headmaster Hogwarts has ever had! So who do you idiots want as headmaster? Barty Crouch?"

Wilkes, who was watching the conversation, spat, "Of course not, he's outspoken against the Dark Side, that's not we want –" He was cut off by a distinct "Shh!" from his friends.

"Trying to get Y/n to join your precious Dark Side, are you?" shouted Arabella. "Well, I won't have any of that!" She furiously drew out her wand and pointed it at the Slytherins. A few red and gold sparks shot out of them and the sulking Slytherins left the compartment.

"That was brilliant, Bella dear!" cried Sirius. "Those good for nothing ba—"

James coughed, knowing that Sirius was going to let his language get the better of him. Sirius blushed and said quickly, "Er—sorry 'bout that."

"I'm glad that we won't be seeing much of them at Hogwarts," said Jennifer defensively.

"There's still Double Potions," said Y/n moodily. Everyone groaned.

"And we have to eat meals in the same place as them," added Peter.

"Peter!" they all shouted.

"Oops, sorry."

The eight of them all laughed again, waiting for a fresh new year to start at Hogwarts.

"Look at this! A week after school starts and our homework pile is piling up!" complained James Potter, throwing up his hands in frustration. "How does L/n finish all this?"

"She doesn't procrastinate like you do, Jamie-boy," said a work-absorbed Sirius Black lazily, as he tried to concentrate on remembering all the Potions antidotes. Finally, he threw up his hands in the air like James had done, causing the new first years to be startled.

"God, Hurst is trying to kill us, he is! How does he expect me to remember all these?" Sirius shoved a long piece of parchment into James, revealing a whole long list of complicated Potions antidotes.

"He doesn't," said James. "He's just trying to make everything harder so that we can all fail. Then when he sees the Slytherins failing, he can just change their answers so it'll look like they memorized them better than us. 'Course, L/n isn't clever enough to figure this out so she studies anyway."

"Stupid git," muttered Sirius. James looked delighted.

"You mean L/n?"

"No, you moron, I was talking about Hurst!"

"Oh." James sounded dejected and went back to scanning his own Potions notes.

"Hey Jamie-boy, can I borrow your Potions notes?" asked Sirius, after a while of silence.

"Why?" asked James suspiciously. "Don't you have your own?"

"Of course I do," snapped Sirius. "I just want to use yours, since I take the worst notes in Potions. In fact"—he showed James his Potions 'notes'—"I don't really have much on those stupid antidotes."

"Sirius, you don't have anything on them!" cried James. "What do you do all Potions class? Drool at Arabella?"

"Pretty much."

"Wait 'till L/n hears this and she'll have a fit."

"I'm so scared."

"Yeah, right you are."

"Hey, L/n has a pretty high temper gauge, you know!"

"I know," said James, wincing, as he remembered several painful experiences.

"Will you guys shut up for a minute?" hissed Remus, impatiently, rubbing his forehead in concentration. "I'm trying to memorize these antidotes here!"

"Sorry, Remus," apologized James. "But don't you realize what Hurst is trying to make us do?"

"Fail?" suggested the tired boy.

"Exactly. So we shouldn't study!"

"Er—right."

"I think that you should study for everything," said a stern voice from behind them. A weary-looking h/c was glaring at the four boys.

"Hi Y/n!" said Sirius enthusiastically. "How're you doing today?"

"Fine," was all Y/n managed to say, before she glared at James.

"You would do a bit better if you actually studied," she snapped ferociously.

James was taken aback. "Aww, come on Y/n, you think the high and mighty James Potter would actually study?"

"No. But you should...if you're going to pass the second year." Y/n smirked.

"I'm calling Deanna!" whined James.

Y/n snorted. "Think again, boy, because Deanna's with another boy now." She pointed to a corner of the common room, where Deanna was flirting with a blushing fourth year.

"Who's that?" snarled James.

"I think that's Kevin Patil," replied Remus, squinting at the couple.

"You should've paid more attention to her, Jamie-boy. Now she's dumped you for that fourth year."

"Whatever." James looked extremely put-off at the prospect of a girl dumping him but began to hyperventilate at the announcement of Quidditch try-outs at the end of the week.

"We certainly need better players!" he roared enthusiastically, as he dragged Sirius to the battered bulletin board. They were in need of one Chaser, one Beater, and a Keeper since the three of those players who played last year graduated from Hogwarts.

"Quidditch," said James loudly, so that Y/n could hear him, "is something that L/n cannot do."

"Shut up, Potter," snapped Y/n  grumpily, as she studied her Potions notes again.

"L/n insulted me!" cried James, causing several girls to look up and glare at Y/n.

"Potter is an egotistical idiot," muttered y/n, before retiring to her dormitory for the night. Arabella followed her but shot daggers at James before walking up the staircase.

Sirius frowned after her. "Now look what you did, Jamsie. The girls are turning against us."

"Shh! Sirius, I have a brilliant plan to help Remus."

Sirius' eyes widened. "How?" he whispered excitedly.

James showed him his careful Transfiguration notes that he took that day and whispered excitedly, "Animagi."

The two began whispering and plotting excitedly until Peter stepped up to them, frowning. "What are you talking about?"

The two boys looked at each other and let Peter in on the conversation. After what seemed like hours of plotting, they decided to wake up Remus and tell him their "ingenious" plan.

"Remus!" The three boys shook Remus, who was asleep in an armchair by the fire.

"Wha—What?" he murmured sleepily. The boys then began discussing their plan to Remus, who listened, wide-eyed.

"You mean—become Animagi? For...for me?"

"Of course," stated James. "Why is that so unusual?"

"You'd really do that for me?"

"'Course." The three boys nodded in assent.

Remus broke into a true smile that lit up his whole face. "You guys are the best friends anyone could ever have."

It was just another day in Gryffindor Tower with Y/n L/n and James Potter screaming the House down. Their friends sighed, knowing that there was no way they'd get together—even as friends.

"When do you think they'll become friends?"

"Never, I expect."

"For some reason, I can imagine them both being Head Boy and Girl."

"Funny really—that is imaginable."

The six friends were huddled together in a plot to get y/n and James as friends. Arabella, who knew Y/n all too well, and Sirius, who knew James all too well, said that it was impossible.

"They'll get along in their fourth or fifth year," said Arabella lazily, yawning. "Our Y/n is too stubborn. She's one flower that's not iris-like and pure – at least most of the time."

Meanwhile, Y/n and James were on the other side of the common room, screaming at each other as usual.

"If you didn't dye my hair blue, then I wouldn't have poured black ink on your Transfiguration homework! Besides, you should be grateful it was a subject you're decent at; if it was Charms, then you'd take all night to re-do it!"

"Why can't you be like the other girls?" shot back James. "Then you wouldn't want revenge from me all the time!"

"Because I don't want to be 'another flower of the valley'!" shouted Y/n. "Do you want me to be someone like Deanna?"

"Good point," muttered Sirius from the armchair.

"I HEARD THAT SIRIUS BLACK!" yelled James, who suddenly cast his attention on his best friend.

Arabella tutted loudly. "And to think he could hear with all that commotion he's making."

"I'M WARNING YOU FIGG! ONE MORE WORD AND I'LL..."

They heard Y/n giggle. "Come on, Potter, you're scaring the common room." She nudged her head to a group of frightened-looking first years and a pair of harassed-looking sixth years.

"Hush L/n," snapped James.

"Ooh, touchy."

"Shut it, L/n," repeated James, growling.

"Would you tackle a girl?" asked Y/n sweetly, batting her eyelashes at James.

"If it was someone like you, yes."

"That hurts."

"Good."

"Would you really hurt a lady?" asked Y/n, pouting. Boys around the common room were staring at Lily intensely.

"Stop staring!" hissed Arabella, waving her arm around the common room.

"And if you think my Bella's pretty, she's already taken," added Sirius.

Remus and Jennifer burst out laughing, and Violet smiled.

"You guys are crazy," stated Y/n, collapsing into a squashy armchair by the fire, looking tired.

"Hey L/n, tired of our fight?" called James, smirking.

"Yeah, Potter, I'm tired of looking at your face the whole time," replied Y/n wearily, with a huge grin on her face.

James frowned. "Hey!"

"Yeah...you'll improve if you'd actually brush your hair once a week." The girls giggled and James was angry.

"Hey, you try to brush down hair like mine! It runs in the family!"

"And to think why girls fall for you," said Y/n, pretending to sigh with confusion.

"Hey N/n, you said yourself that you thought James was cute and that you knew why girls were all over him," said Sirius suddenly, his eyes gleaming. He winked at James from across the common room and James' frown slowly turned into a smile again.

"I was still a first year," snapped Y/n, impatiently. "Besides, you guys should be working on the homework Professor McGonagall gave us; it's not going to do it itself—"

"—unless you do it for us," finished James with an air of triumph.

"How about this for an answer—no."

"I'll do your Transfiguration homework if you do my Charms."

Y/n thought for a minute. "No."

"Come on, you're almost as bad as Violet at the subject."

"Hey!" cried Violet. "I'm not that horrible, you're just—"

"Shut it, Potter, I'm not that bad. At least—I'm behind Remus on it."

"Peter's better," sniggered Sirius.

Y/n glared at him. "You're supposed to be on my side, Black! You Benedict Arnold!"

Sirius furrowed his brow. "Benedict who?"

"Never mind, Muggle stuff."

"Benedict Arnold was a traitor for the American Revolution," piped up Remus. Everyone around the room stared at him and he cowered lower. "Er—I read Muggle books," he supplied hopefully.

"Please enlighten us Professor Lupin!" squeaked James.

Remus stared at him. "Professor Lupin? Where'd that come from?"

James shrugged. "L/n and I saw this thing that Dumbledore had that showed some of the future, and you were the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. And you, Sirius"—he looked around at his friend—"you're some kind of an infamous person because whenever people said your name, they shivered and frowned."

"Cool!" said Sirius enthusiastically.

"It is not cool, Sirius," said Y/n, joining in the conversation. "Even"—she shuddered—" even the Harry kid, who's supposed to be our son, called you 'Black'. And James said he wanted you as godfather!"

Sirius frowned. "Really?"

"Yep."

"So..."

"You're probably in Azkaban and then escaped," put in James.

Y/n shot him a nasty look. "That's something nice to think about."

"Isn't it? Sirius Black, the most infamous prisoner Azkaban has ever held! Has a nice ring to it, don't you think? Sirius Black...hey, you know, Sirius-boy, your name even sounds like a criminal one!"

"Er—right. And what's up with Sirius-boy? That's one hell of a lame nickname, Jamie-boy."

"See! See! You call me Jamie-boy, so I..." James trailed off, grinning evilly. "How about Siri-boy?"

"I like it!" exclaimed Arabella, who suddenly had awakened from being asleep on their conversation. "It has a nice ring to it...Siri-boy."

"Bells." Sirius pouted.

Y/n smiled and ruffled Sirius' trim black hair. "Well, I better get back to work. Got that nasty Transfiguration essay to do." She groaned and went back to her table, which was spread out with heaps of parchment and heavy books.

Arabella saw James glaring at Sirius with jealousy and teased, "Aww...jealous, are we?"

James' head immediately shot back to her. "Jealous?"

"You're jealous that Y/n ruffled Sirius' hair. You want N/n to do it to you, do you?"

James blushed, though it was true. For some reason, he always felt as though he should pull a prank or tease Y/n when she was around, while he didn't feel anything when other girls were around.

"Considering, are we?" Arabella smirked.

"Considering to tell you (1) you're an idiot or (2) you're a mind-reader."

"Option 2 is a nice choice," said Arabella, grinning devilishly. "So...you were thinking that Y/n is a gorgeous h/c?"

"Eh...no."

Arabella snorted and muttered something like "egotistical idiot". Then she leaned over and whispered into James' ear, "Go to y/n and tell her that I have something to tell her."

James was annoyed. "Why would I do that?"

"Because...I'll give you a hug. Or a kiss."

"That makes me even more disgusted."

"Okay fine, do it and I'll give you five Knuts."

"You're on!" Then James scuttled towards Y/n, who was writing her last sentence, finishing her Transfiguration essay.

"Hey L/n."

Y/n looked up. "What do you want, Potter? Come to bother me again."

"Er—actually, Figg over there wants to talk to you."

"Oh. And you did this for her? Aww...you have a little crush on my best friend?"

James made a face. "No. Because she'd pay me five Knuts if I did it for her."

Y/n  gave a disappointed sigh. "All right then." She left her Transfiguration essay on the table, the ink still glistening, and went to find Arabella. "And don't you dare touch my essay, Potter! If you mess it up, you'll have to write it again for me!"

James, indeed, was planning to ruin Y/ n's essay, but a thought of doom occurred to him. If he did destroy it, Evans would make him rewrite the essay for her. And if he refused, she'd try and curse him, but if he still refused to write that essay...then she'd probably tell McGonagall. And McGonagall liked Evans better.

"Fine, I won't ruin it!" yelled James.

Y/n smirked and focused her attention on Bella again. "What is it you want to tell me, Bells?"

Arabella looked around the common room to see if anyone was eavesdropping. Then, satisfied, she smiled at Y/n serenly.

"How about we get Remus and Jennifer together?"

Y/n's rosy mouth opened in surprise, but it quickly parted into an evil grin identical to the one Arabella was wearing on her face. "You're on, girl."

"And then they could help me get you and James together."

"You will not do that Arabella Figg! Or I won't help you get Jen and Remus together."

Arabella sighed. "Oh fine, I won't. But it was a nice thought at first."

a/n; So...how did you like this chapter? I thought it was a bit weird and sorry if I didn't include much of the summer! I will include it for the second years and the rest.

tags; @thecurlyhairedwinchester

[beachandtmusic]

Issa Album Review

Issa Album, 21 Savage, 7/7/17

Genre: Hip hop, Trap

Travis Breese, BeachandTmusic

There’s no hiding that 21 Savage’s sound is an acquired taste for most. I know it was for me. I first attempted to listen to his debut project Savage Mode the night it dropped out of an iPhone speaker on a cold steel table, all I heard was what most internet haters refer to as “mumble rap.” But, once I took the time to give the record another listen, this time in the cushy, baseline enhancing interior of my car, I was hooked.

Once I took the time to really enjoy Savage Mode, I was spell-bounded. I was face to face with one of the most unique sounds I’d heard from any current rapper. Savage’s eerie, ominous monotone coupled with reserved and hard hitting beats from Metro Boomin made for one hell of a ride. It was only a matter of weeks before I could recite nearly every word to the album’s opening three cuts. 

As I kept head banging, I noticed that the album was sadly clearly front-loaded and I began to lose interest in it as a whole, only spending time on “No Advance,” “No Heart,” and “X Bitch.” From there, cuts like “Bad Guy” and “Real Nigga” melt together and the only saving grace is “Ocean Drive” as the outro. What I wanted from Savage out of his next project was clear, to change at least one thing. Maybe use more adventurous beats, maybe use more features or maybe try doing some different things with his voice. 

Those prayers were answered on Issa Album this July. 

I definitely notice some maturity from 21 on this album. It isn’t a ton, but coming off of Savage Mode, it isn’t hard to notice an uptick in maturity. This can be seen on the opening cut, “Famous.” I often fall victim to loving a project’s opening track, I think I gravitate towards one that serves as a road map. One with a laid-back beat that allows the artist to tell the listener where they came from, and what has inspired them to put out their most recent piece of work. It’s like I was in the studio while they made “Famous” because it has all of those things! 

Metro Boomin’s delicate beat features light piano riffs offset by a thunderous baseline that creates the feeling of a world of extremes, and 21’s voice lands somewhere in the middle. His lines on “Famous” are equally as interesting. “Making sure my kids happy, they depending on they daddy,” 21 sings, yes actually sings, on “Famous.” I loved hearing this because we don’t often get to hear him talk about his kids, much less sing. Another one of my favorites was, “I’m too street to walk around with my nose up.”

Besides using these more adventurous beats like I hoped 21 would do, he also explores new subject matter, like on the song “FaceTime.” Now, this song is far from perfect, but it once again serves as a great change of pace for a guy like Savage. The cut serves as a fun but not very inspired love song and seems like something that Lil Yachty would do, although since Teenage Emotions was hot trash I’ll say I like 21’s version better. “I’m too drunk to text so can we FaceTime?” rings the chorus. That’s pretty much the whole song in a snapshot, but I am just so genuinely interested in the fact that 21 wanted to make a song like this that I love watching him try it out. 

For all this new, I almost wanted to be reminded why I was turned onto Savage in the first place. I found that in songs like “Bank Account” and “Whole Lot.” “Bank Account” is structured a lot like “Famous,” but with guitar plucks replacing the piano riffs. 21 gets the production credits on this cut. Savage uses a very periodic and predictable flow, emphasized in the chorus, “I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, in my bank account.” He does compensate for that simplistic chorus with some interesting bars later on, such as, “Wanna tweet about me, niggas get ya killed dog.” 

For me, the real gem of the project is “Whole Lot.” He uses yet another very interesting beat, this time featuring what sounds like a severely auto-tuned banjo, but it works somehow. Young Thug also comes through with what I guess you would call a “feature” but all he really does is sip lean and provide some ad libs. The real beauty in this song lies in how 21 expertly goes between a slow laid back flow, to at times coming rapid fire with his bars. He seems in complete control of the track despite a challenging beat. He slams, “You got goons little nigga I got troops. They ain’t got Instagrams because they shoot.” 

I view this project as a transitional album for 21. I say that because I can sense he wants to, and knows he needs to, branch out if he wants to survive in the industry, but I think he is still not sure which direction he wants to take it. For the time being, though, I will enjoy the variety of Issa Album and wait and see if he refines himself on his next commercial project, which I anticipate dropping in early 2018. 

8/10