#i don’t know those boys for them to be trying to fizz me up with pop and character voices back up bro lol

[akkivee]

what are your favorite vocaloid producers/songs?

so imma be real with you, i haven’t kept up with the vocaloid scene since like, 2015 so anything i enjoy would be very old school lol

but i was a gumi, meiko and luka fan in my youth!!! anything that shut-p put out for meiko had me on my knees lol especially the thought to tell, i used to listen to that song daily lmao. i really like echo by gumi and falling snow and 7/8 are luka songs i still really enjoy

i stumbled across getcha, mira, and shanti for newer releases and enjoyed those enough to save them lol and since we’re talking about him, i think totto should make more vocaloid music he’s got great taste lmao

[majosullivan]

I’ve been waiting for the right time to talk about the Whales and after the most recent episode, I think I have enough to have a proper discussion about them. I’m going to try and keep this streamlined, but there’s a good chance I’ll end up jumping from one topic to another that I think have relations to the Whales.

I hope you guys are in the mood for reading cause this is probably going to be a long post

[trigger warning for mentions of suicide ahead]

What we know about the whales

We first learn about the Whales in the season 2 finale, where it’s revealed that Lord Ogo had met Shoal once in the past, with Shoal offering some of his blood in exchange for directions to the whales. Kappa explains to Siren how ‘they’re giants, said to be hundreds of years old, and the only people alive who could reach the surface’. He then goes on about how they disappeared, with no one knowing where they went. Thanks to Lord Ogo’s information, the group head towards the Forest of Kelp and find the whales and, oh boy, do they make a big impression. Fizz explains how the whales used to live at the surface and that unlike normal mers, they sustain themselves by feeding on energy from the surface (a line I will be getting back to). However, because of currently unknown reasons, they were forced to leave, causing them to fall into a permanent rest due to their lack of access to the surface, with them being asleep for hundreds of years.

In episode 141, it’s revealed that the Forest of Kelp was created by the Whales. As Galoo explains, legends say that this area of the sea was completely inhabitable, being a barren field of sand. However, after the whales fell and their bodies found rest on the sand beds, they released an abundance of golden light and the sand below them bursted with life. For those who don’t know, this is actually a real life phenomenon, referred to as whale fall. A whale fall occurs when the carcass of a whale has fallen onto the ocean floor, in the bathyal or abyssal zones. On the sea floor, these carcasses can create complex localized ecosystems that supply sustenance to deep-sea organisms for decades.

Finally, we learnt that four years ago, the whales fell under a mysterious illness, but thanks to the help of Shoal, the Sluggi were able to stabilize their condition and now have medicine that can cure the whales when their symptoms return. Although, it’s important to mention that the cause of their failing health was never discovered.

Why did the whales fall?

At this point in time, I don’t think we have enough information to make any solid guess on what happened. However, I do have some ideas, most stemming from what we have recently learnt about the surface. Hearing about the surface and it’s ‘abundance of energy’ was very interesting, especially since our information on the surface has been…limited for some time now. The first time the surface was really talked about was in season one, extra episode four, where we first learn about Kappa’s attempt to reach the surface. During the episode, Kappa talks about how people told him the surface is the afterlife, a place for God and the dead, and how people who attempt to reach it will disappear and never come back. However, this season has revealed that mers have lived at the surface, with the rumor of it being a afterlife coming from how swimming straight up is one of the easiest ways to die. Back to the topic of the surface’s energy, one idea I have is that the reason the Whales fell was because someone wanted to take advantage of this energy.

Let me explain. If the surface really is this place with an abundance of energy, where giants like the Whales can be sustained by solely feeding on it, anyone power hungry enough would see it as a gold mine of potential. If that turns out to be the case, it’s possible that the Whales attempted to stop them, and fell from the surface as a result, or these people struck first to have more energy to themselves and/or before the Whales could figure out what was going on. In this scenario, who would want to take advantage of the surface’s energy? My best guesses are either the Narwhal twins’s people or the ancient people.

While they’ve only appeared in one episode, we can pick up some details. They’re one of the first mers we’ve seen that have made use of the fossil, being able to shoot magic (ice?) out of their swords, them seemingly coming from the same place as Orakos, who is already suspected to be from the surface (with their unknown age, them being new to the sea and their knowledge about fossils and the ancient people), and of course, narwhals being medium-sized, toothed whales. Plus, they have the ruthlessness that would be would come the type of people in this scenario.

With the ancient people, we don’t have a solid enough time line to confirm or deny if they could have been around when the whales fell, so I don’t think they’re the best option. If we were to further consider this, with them likely having created the machine like magic we’ve seen from the mini gods, the twins and Orakos and the likelihood of them having a Icarus like fate with the development of their technology, the possibility of them stealing energy at the surface could fit.

I have seen ideas that the God of the Surface could have some involvement with the Whales falling. This idea definitely has potential since the Surface God would definitely have the powers to do something like this. Although, I have no idea why they would do this. While I say that, from what we’ve seen of how the Surface God has treated Kappa…they don’t seem to be the most omnibenevolent being, so I could see it.

One last idea before we get to the real meat of this post. We know that before the Forest of Kelp started to grow, the Whales released ‘an abundance of golden light’. What if this golden light they released is energy from the surface? With the Whales bodies releasing what remaining energy they had in order in protect themselves? It’s an idea I’ve had for a bit that I didn’t really have evidence to support until we saw this image in episode 147:

The Whales and the Flyfins at the surface, both surrounded in gold lighting. Not to mention, Kappa, you know, child of the surface god, is the same yellow/goldish colour in this area of the sea. Additionally, though it could be a coincidence, when Fizz talks about the surface’s energy and Galoo talks the golden light, they both use the word abundance when describing them.

Maybe some points here are a stretch, but yeah, it’s at least food for thought.

The Flyfin and the Sluggi

While I may not have a solid idea about what went down with the Whales, I feel much more confident to talk about the conflict going on between the Flyfin and the Sluggi. While there’s a lot to consider, I think at the end of the day, it can be summarised a conflict centered around opposing desires for a home.

Out of the two groups, I’m going to discuss the Flyfin first, since we have their reasons for wanting to awaken the Whales clearly stated, while with the Sluggi, we’ll have to do some speculation. As we learnt in episode 146, the Flyfins want to swim to the surface and believe awaking the whales is the only way they’ll be able to. Fizz explains that along with the Whales, the Flyfin used to live at the surface, swimming along side the whales as companions. However, when the Whales fell, the Flyfin fell with them, causing them to be stuck at the bottom of the ocean. For hundreds of years, they helped care for the Whales, waiting for them to wake up so they could return home. But as time passed, the Flyfin started to give up, venturing out to make new homes for themselves and abandoning the idea of returning to the surface, leaving Fizz, Fean and Finley to be the last Flyfin waiting for the whales to awaken.

From the Flyfins’s perspective, it’s very understandable why they would want to awaken the Whales. Their people were forced away from their home by some unknown force and as we’ve seen and heard, the Sluggi treat the Flyfins coldly because of their desire to awaken the whales, forcing them to hunt for their own meals since the Sluggi never give them extra food to cover their required diets and have seemingly banned them from entering the archive, seeing as they mention sneaking in there. Why wouldn’t they want to return somewhere they could call home?

Although, there are certain things about this explanation that don’t feel…complete or per say. Firstly, despite the Flyfin falling with the whales, they have no explanation to why the whales fell in the first. You would think that they would have some idea about what happened, as the apparent companions to the whales, so either what happened was so sudden/occurred in such a way that Flyfin weren’t able to get a proper grasp on what was going on, or details what happened got lost through the generations. Secondly, when do the Sluggi come into this story? We see in the flashback that the Sluggi and Flyfin have been working together to care for the whales for generations, but when did this start? We see in present day that the Sluggi are the heads of the sanctuary, but was this always the case? Since the Flyfin fell with the whales, it would make sense of the Flyfin first created the sanctuary, with the Sluggi coming along later down the line. Did the Flyfin get separated from the whales when they fell, with the Sluggi being the first people to find the whales after their fall? Did the Sluggi just gain more authority after the Flyfin started to leave? There is a clear tension between the Sluggi and the Flyfin siblings, is this something that built over time or has it always been present? We can’t be sure for now.

Since Fizz wants to get Kappa’s help to awaken the Whales, I doubt he would be deliberately hiding important information, especially with how taken he is with Kappa. If he is though, it could be because he thinks Kappa knowing certain information would cause him to refuse to help (YOU DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THAT ANYMORE BUDDY), or because Siren was there listening. Speaking of Fizz though, it’s interesting that he focuses on returning to their ‘true home’ when talking about their goal. Throughout episode 147, we see him say things like ‘they’ll guide us back to our home’, expecting the surface to be ‘A place where you feel like you belong. A place where you feel safe and fulfilled in every way’. While I can definitely see this being a result of living with the Sluggi, this seems to be more personal, with there being more to the story. While I don’t know the specifics yet, I have a good idea.

When reading about Fizz and his siblings’s backstory, one main question arose for me: if they’re the only flyfin left who are waiting for the whales to awaken, then where are their parents? From the flashback panel we’ve seen of the flyfin, it looks like it’s just been the three of them since Finley was very young (I want to say he looks around 4-5 years old?). There are two main options I’m considering at the moment for what happened with their parents: either they died, or they abandoned them to find a new home for themselves. Now, one of these options is much more loaded than the other, but either case could help inform why Fizz is so desperate to find a home at the surface.

Now we’re going to move on to the Sluggi, who have the complete opposite view of the Flyfin. While none of the Sluggi have outright said it, Kappa is able to pick up very quickly that they don’t want to awaken the Whales, with them dedicating their lives towards caring for the whales and showing hostility towards anyone they believe has intentions to awaken them. Despite their treatment of him and his siblings, Fizz still thinks they’re good people, so the question is, what is their deal? With what we know and the speculations I have so far, I think I have some decent ideas to why the Sluggi wouldn’t want the Whales to wake up. If it was the Whales falling from the surface that created the Kelp Forest, with them being an energy source for the forest, it would be reasonable for them to fear that the Whales waking up could cause the forest to start dying. Not only would the Sluggi be out of a home, but additionally, all the creatures that live in the forest would be too, with them possibly dying out after losing their natural habitat.

Since we’re on the topic of the Sluggi, it would be wrong if I didn’t talk about one of my favourite new characters from the season so far, Galoo. Asides from just being a sweetheart, Galoo’s character is already being a set up in a way that can lead to some intriguing scenes. There’s one panel that really caught my attention when I first saw it.

With the inevitability of the whales being woken up some point down the line, witches’s goal to find a new purpose and the blooming romance between Mono and Galoo, this could cause some interesting feelings of confliction. While we don’t know loads about Galoo yet, we do know a decent amount. She clearly has a very important role in the sanctuary, with her being the one that shows new comers the ins and outs of the sanctuary and her working as the Seer for the sanctuary. With her seeing ability being unique to her (out of the Sluggi at least) and her differencing appearance from the rest of the Sluggi, there’s the possibility that this is a role that has been passed down through her family/relatives, with her being raised to take over this position once she was old enough or when the previous Seer died. If (or really when) the discussion on whether or not the whales should be awakened comes around, I can see a lot of confliction from Galoo depending on how things go. At the moment, she obviously leans towards simply caring for the whales, it’s both what she was raised to do and the mindset of her culture. She views it as her purpose. However, if it becomes clear that awakening the whales is the better choice, I can totally see her battling feelings wanting to do what’s best for the whales, while also fearing what she will do with herself if the whales are gone. When it comes to the witches and this possible discussion, the idea that they could lead to people losing their purpose, while they’re looking for a new purpose themselves, could definitely cause some interesting feelings, especially with Mono as she grows closer to Galoo.

While we’re still on Galoo, I’m very interested to see how her memory ability is going to play into the Whales plot. As we learnt when we first met Galoo, she has the ability to see people’s memories by touching them. With the existence of such an ability, a reasonable question has been raised: could Galoo use her ability on the whales to see what happened? Is there were previous seerings, have any of them tried before, or have they never considered it because they have no intention to try and awaken the whales? We know this ability can be used with or without someone’s knowledge, as we can see in episode 127, with Orakos appearing to have the same ability. If Galoo ends up helping with awakening the whales, we could see her try to see into their memories. Although, even if Galoo wanted, it’s possible that she isn’t able to because they’re asleep. We’ve learnt quite a bit about what Galoo can do with her powers (seeing people’s memories, reading people’s thoughts and helping people recover memories), but we don’t really know what limitations it could have. It’s possible that she is unable to use her powers on someone if they’re not conscious. We’ll have to wait and see for now.

Treatment of Siren and Kappa

Now that we’ve covered why each party would either want to awaken the whales or keep them asleep, let’s move on to their differencing treatments of Siren and Kappa cause, oh boy, I do have some strong feelings about it. I’m going to start with the Sluggi this time around since my feelings on the Flyfin are a bit…stronger this time around.

With the Sluggi’s treatment of Siren, what they’re doing, in their eyes at least, is probably less special treatment and more repaying a debt. As we learnt, Shoal saved the whales from illness during his time there. Considering how important the Whales are to the sluggi, this is a VERY big fucking deal. Even if we don’t consider that and just look at the act itself, what Shoal did was remarkable. I mean, this man was able to successfully save these hundreds, maybe even thousands years old beings from the surface (you know, that place where the main God of this world is from) from an unknown illness they don’t know the cause of. If there are no complications in this story, god damn does Shoal seem to be a good ass healer. Additionally, if episode 148 is anything to go off on, the Sluggi likely learnt about the details surrounding the sharks prophecy during Shoal’s stay. Now, after four years since they’ve seen Shoal, his only son arrives looking for information? Yeah, it’s more than understandable that they would want to make sure he is treated well. However, despite the well meaning intentions, their actions have been causing Siren far more discomfort and anger, with Siren’s baggage of being treated as special/different at the shark castle and their blatant mistreatment of his boyfriend.

When it comes to the Sluggi’s treatment of Kappa…let’s just say my view on it went from understanding to absolute dogshit after a certain event. When we first meet the Sluggi, they meet both the boys with the same amount of understandable suspicion and hostility, considering they’re both strangers in the sanctuary. When Kappa reveals he’s the beacon while covering for the Flyfin, the Sluggi tell him how they don’t give special privileges to anyone there, including the beacon, which is just music to Kappa’s ears (so far so good). After the group has been approved by Galoo and they’ve agreed to clean the Whales, one of the Sluggi step in, telling Kappa to keep his distance from the Whales and not to touch them under any circumstances.

Now, on a surface level, I would say that’s a fair enough demand from the Sluggi. Kappa is the child of the Surface God after all, and as they explain, they don’t know how the whales would react to a god-like influence, especially with them being from the surface and their fragile state. Best to be on the cautious side than risk the Whale’s safety. However, it becomes clear that their treatment of Kappa is being less fueled by understandable caution, and more by a disdain for anyone interested in waking up the Whales. This can be clearly seen with them coldly glaring at Kappa when he tried to ask if there was anything he could do to help and, most importantly, how they refused to give him food since he didn’t do any actual work, despite them telling him to stay away from the whales while refusing to give him an alternative task to do in the meantime.

There is reasonable caution, and there is this, especially since Kappa’s completely fine to follow the rules they set and would be more than happy to do any possible alternative work set for him. Even though their treatment of Kappa would be unacceptable regardless, Kappa hasn’t even expressed a clear desire to awaken the Whales! All of this is likely coming from the potential they think Kappa has to successfully awaken the whales. I don’t think their treatment of Kappa is going to get better any time soon unless there is a serious talk with them, Galoo and Siren, though there might be some hope after what happened in episode 148, with Kappa cutting off Fizz (trust me, we will get FULLY into that). Furthermore, there’s something inevitably upcoming that the Sluggi will definitely blame Kappa for. Orakos and the Narwhal twins finding Kappa, and as an inconsequential result of this, them finding the sanctuary. Yeah, things aren’t looking good for him.

When it comes to the Flyfins’s treatment of Kappa, like with the Sluggi’s treatment of Siren, it’s very easy to see where it’s coming from. Like many people in the sea, they grew up with the idea that beacon was this grand god-like figure, completely unlike anyone or anything they have ever known. When they hear about how the boys are looking for the whales, they all go wide eyed, with Fizz asking if he’s here to awaken them. This reaction is quite interesting looking back at, since it made me question something that I’m surprised I didn’t think about sooner. If the Flyfin have been waiting for the whales to awaken for so long, why have they never form a prophecy surrounding awakening the Whales? If it really has been hundreds of years, you would think at least one generation would have considered it. Did they not want to be solely dependent on a prophecy or is there something stopping them from making one around the whales? We don’t know much about how prophecies work at the moment, so we can’t say for sure.

From this point onwards, the Flyfin then start trying to get Kappa to help with awakening the whales, with Fizz soon steamrolling ahead after he heard Kappa’s attempted journey to the surface, claiming that it was destiny that they met and that he’ll be the one to awaken the whales, with him never actually asking if Kappa would be willing to help them. With Fizz, it seems like that admiration for Kappa as the beacon goes a lot further than his siblings, and have turned somewhat fanatic and into some sort of crush on Kappa, although it doesn’t seem like he’s really aware of that yet, considering his reaction when Kappa asked if he was hitting on him. This possible crush alone have gotten him flak from some readers, but here’s the thing: there’s nothing wrong with Fizz just having feelings for Kappa. However, depending on how he acts as a result of those feelings, while knowing Kappa is already in a relationship with Siren, is where problems can occur, and BOY have problems occurred.

This brings me onto the Flyfins’s, but more accurately, Fizz’s treatment of Siren. God…where do I even start with this? In episode 137, we first start to see Fizz’s weird behaviour towards Siren, specifically after he learn that Siren is Kappa’s boyfriend. We see him have this really weird look on his face, blanking staring out while his siblings talked to Kappa and cutting Kappa off when he started to talk about Siren. It was really strange to see during my first read through, but with Fean’s knowing look at Fizz and more episodes, it’s clear that this was the start of jealousy about Siren and Kappa’s relationship on Fizz’s end.

Although, this idea didn’t truly stick with me until episode 142, where we see Fizz backhandedly say hi to Siren after being extremely warm and welcoming to Kappa. After this, we have his less than pleased reaction to seeing that Kappa brought Siren with him to dinner in episode 146, and finally, the condescending why he asked Siren’s question in episode 147. These little events might not seem like much on their own, but all together, it paints a clear picture of Fizz having some unfounded problem with Siren, likely fueled by jealousy. All of this, along with some additional feelings from Fizz, leads us to the shit storm that occurred in episode 148. After Fizz steamrolls Kappa with talk about destiny and how he’ll be the one to awaken the Whales, without even stopping to see how Kappa feels about this, Siren steps in to say that no, Kappa isn’t there to fulfill the dreams of the Flyfin. He’s there because he has his own dreams and goals to he wants to achieve, with Siren going on to say how if they want their dreams to come true, they should make it happen on their own. Fizz, being as headstrong about his dreams as he is, does not take kindly to this, trying to shut Siren off. Siren then responds with ‘You have a responsibility to your own people, right? Why should Kappa be the one to carry the burden?’, and OH BOY, does Fizz not respond well to this, questioning what Siren knows about responsibility while revealing he knows about the sharks’s prophecy.

After this horrible and uncalled for response, Fizz talks about how he knew Shoal when he stayed there and overheard him venting about his troubles, using Shoal’s guilt as a weapon against Siren before claiming that Siren must not think his people are important enough, considering how he’s still alive. All of this from Fizz was completely vile. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing when I first read the episode. Essentially saying that if Siren (who mind you, he has only known for a SINGLE DAY) cared about his people, he would have killed himself already. We know how much Siren is struggling with whether he deserves to live this season, with him trying to ask Kappa to kill him if they don’t find an alternative solution before the curse returns, so I can’t imagine how badly this is going to affect him moving forward. What the hell happened to Fizz that he turned out like this, while his siblings turned out to be well adjusted enough people to recognise how fucked this all was and were telling him to stop? To the shock of no one with a functioning brain, Kappa defends Siren, telling Fizz to stay away from both of them and that he won’t be helping Fizz with anything. It’s going to be interesting (and worrying) to see how Fizz will react from this, considering how desperate he is to achieve his goal and has no one but himself to blame for this situation.

Considering how Siren is, I think he’s going to want to keep this all on the down low (which isn’t going to be good for his unstable heart) while Kappa, though wanting to support him, is going to try and encourage him to tell someone about this. If the witches find out, Fizz is going to immediately end up on their shit list, especially with Neth, who I think would definitely want to keep a closer eye on Siren, with her knowing all too well about what it feels like to not feel deserving of being alive compared to your people. If the Sluggi find out? Fizz might as well start packing cause there would undoubtedly be harsh consequences for saying something that cruel to Shoal’s son.

I’m really intrigued with how Fean and Finley are going to deal with this situation. With Fizz fucking up any chances of Kappa willingly helping them, I wonder how they’ll feel about Fizz after all this and how they’ll interact with Kappa and Siren in the future. Since Fean is really giving off the vibe of ‘oldest sibling that had to raise their younger siblings’, I’m expecting a full scene of her yelling at Fizz. I’m not sure what Finley’s first actions will be though. I don’t think I have enough of a read of him yet to make a proper call. Either way, they’re probably do their best to apologise on their brother’s part, though I’m not sure how well that will go for them.

The clear irony of this whole situation, as we’ve seen, is that the more each group mistreats Siren and Kappa respectively, the more they will push away the one they care about, while also be placing both of them in dangers because of their hearts. As we learnt at the beginning of the season, because their new hearts aren’t completely theirs yet and they’re unable to control their magic, any strong emotions can cause them to react, and if the emotion is strong enough, all three hearts will be affected, putting the boys in danger.

Now…with constant mistreatment from one party while another party constantly mistreatments your boyfriend? Especially after what happened in episode 148? They may or may not give the final push, but they definitely will feed into the build up of possible emotional outbursts from both the boys.

Shoal and the whales’s illness

To end things off, I’m going do what is becoming one of my favourite things in regards to Castle Swimmer: talking about Shoal. Since we learnt that Shoal saved the whales from illness four years ago, we’re coming closer to catching up with Shoal’s trail from the last ten years. To quickly lay out what we know so far:

10 years ago - Shoal first left to find an alternative solution to the curse, with Siren being nine at the time

6 years ago - Herm last saw Shoal, with him being injured but insisting on leaving right after. Since he’s in the Purple Peaks at this time, we can assume he met Lord Ogo around this time too

4 years ago - Shoal stayed at the sanctuary and treated the whales

We don’t know why exactly Shoal wanted to find the whales, but considering how we know that if they want to break the shark’s curse an alternative way, they also need to get rid of their prophecy, it’s possible that Shoal was hoping they would have answers about prophecies. It would make sense, since they are surface beings and prophecies are connected to Kappa and the Surface God.

I’m curious about what were the first reactions to Shoal when he first arrived at the sanctuary. While we know he ended up very beloved after saving the whales, how did the Sluggi treat him before? And what about the Flyfin? Fizz claimed he knew Shoal during his time there, but considering he only overheard Shoal venting about his problems, rather then hearing directly from Shoal, it doesn’t seem like they were very close. It doesn’t seem like any of the Flyfin recognised Siren as Shoal’s son either, likely finding out with the Sluggi, though we don’t see their reaction to this information, which is something we could keep in mind. The fact that Shoal is venting to someone at all is interesting to see, since Herm said Shoal didn’t talk about himself much while he was with them. Back on topic, considering Shoal’s possible goal with the whales, did the Flyfin ever try to get support from Shoal in their goal to awaken the whales? Who knows at the moment.

Moving onto the whales’s illness, there’s a small detail I noticed when re-reading that might be nothing, but caught my eye. When talking about how Shoal helped supply medicine for the whales, Galoo specifically says ‘when their symptoms return’ not ‘if their symptoms return’, suggesting that they know it’s only a matter of until this illness returns.

When it comes to what caused the whales’s illness? No idea, but I do have quite a bit of paranoia surrounding it. Maybe it has something to do with them being away from the surface as long as they have? If the whales are working as a sort of energy source for the forest, maybe they’re coming to their limit, similar how whale carcasses in actual whale falls can only supply sustenance for so long.

I think that’s all I have for now. If other people have more ideas I would love to hear them!

[kizzywh]

The World Stops (Matty Healy X AFAB Reader)

Warnings: none (just fluff!)

This is my first fanfiction- but requests are open for Matty Healy, and criminal minds.

Will there be a part 2?

Bio: you would never forget your first kiss… and neither will someone else.

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Your POV

Seeing The 1975 live had always been a dream of mine. And somehow, I found myself at the front of the barrier, a stroke of luck perhaps? Seeing him in person was a whole new experience. None of the videos I had seen had ever done him justice. He came across as pretentious, overconfident almost, but part of me knew that wasn’t really him.

The set was amazing. The lights, the sound, him. But then it got to Robbers. Matty singing soulfully into the microphone, adoring fans begging silently to receive his kiss. I admit, I was one of them. But I hung back. It was not going to be me, fighting against a sea of people, vying for a second of his time.

“But if you just take off your mask, you’d find out everything's gone wrong...”

But suddenly he is off the stage, almost diving at the barriers, hands reaching for him, screaming, begging for them to be his robbers kiss. then he’s there. In front of me. I don’t reach for him; I know it’s not possible he’s here for me. He’s here for the loud girls, the ones that give him the most attention. but then two soft hands are on my face, I’m being pulled forward, and his lips crash against mine.

The world stops.

Matty’s POV

Robbers is the one the fans go crazy for. Its that one song that they could be the main character, people so desperate for an inch of my attention. I’m happy to give it, I know I look good doing it, and I know many videos will surface tomorrow of those screaming fans. I’ll repeat the same set night after night, and every time, they’re looking for the robbers moment.

“But if you just take off your mask, you’d find out everything's gone wrong...”

I jump off stage, heading for the barrier. Girls screaming, lights flashing, but there’s someone holding back. Almost pulling away from the front. Her (y/hc) is almost glowing in the lights. So, I do something I’ve never done before. I reach for her. I see her face, it’s a face of pure shock. I smile, milking the moment for what its worth, before pulling her forward, and pressing my lips against hers.

The world stops.

Something in my brain flips. Like a jump start. It fizzes in the back of my mind, but I get back on stage and finish the set. Applause, a thank you, and the show is done.

Two months later

I can’t stop thinking about her. I’ve done shows since, and no one like her has ever been at a show again. I’d never felt that feeling before. I don’t know if I’ll feel it again. Ross taps my shoulder, repeating something that he’s already said, “you alright mate?” he says again, looking visibly concerned. Nodding, I go back to scrolling through Instagram, trying to find more footage from that night. Something about her…

Your POV

Since that night, my heart beats faster at the sight of him on TikTok. I can barely focus. He was my first kiss. Matty Healy. The boy I’d loved irrevocably since I was thirteen. Staring back at myself in the mirror, I reach to touch my own reflection, barely recognising it. How had something so little, something he won’t even remember, have affected me so badly?

I tread quietly, heading to the kitchen, the dull tick of the clock, and a slow buzz as the kettle heats up, are the only sounds. I log in to Instagram, and there he is. Kissing me. I look visibly shaken in the photo, the comments are full of people desperate to know who I am, how I feel, and I almost laugh. I barely know myself.

But then I do something brave, something I’d never have done in the past. I type: “that was me.,” and close my phone, hot tears threatening to spill from my eyes, all for a boy who doesn’t know I exist.

Matty’s POV

“That was me” - @stolenpetals

Something jolts within me. could it be? Was it someone pretending to be her? Twisting a curl of hair, I click on the profile. I don’t know why. It can’t be.

But it is.

Her glowing hair, a smile that seems barely there. Another post now, a lyric from Somebody Else this time, with a cup of coffee in a porcelain mug, in a coffee shop in... wait. Manchester? I know this one. I scroll further, noticing every Friday the same coffee, different mug, appears on her profile. It seems ritualistic, a simple pleasure she enjoys. A sudden pang of longing fills me. why? What is it about her?

I have to find her.

Your POV

Another Friday, the same coffee shop. My favourite. The staff know me by name, the deep burgundy walls being cast into a glow by lamps, my cosy chair in the corner, with another opposite, that always remained empty. Ordering my usual (oat milk latte, two sugars), I sit down. Another rainy day in Manchester, the rain seems to pound the windows. Looking out, I see people scurrying under umbrellas, carrying briefcases, no doubt going to work, or to see their family. I barely notice a person sit in the chair opposite me.

Matty’s POV

Its her. She’s staring out of the window; and doesn’t notice me walking in. good, I think to myself. I need to collect my thoughts; I don’t even know if I should be here. Wrapping my grey trench coat around myself, I push the curls out of my eyes, and order a black coffee, waiting at the counter, tapping my foot. Why am I nervous?

Looking around, I am surprised I haven’t been here before. It’s something of a time capsule, the glowing lights on the walls making the room look cosy and inviting, a bleak opposite to the rain pouring outside. Taking the cup of coffee, I slowly walk toward her, sitting in the armchair opposite. She doesn’t seem to notice, too wrapped up in her own thoughts. I take a deep breath, and say “hello.,” it comes out weak, shy, an unusual feeling for me to experience, but it’s her.

Your POV

a voice grabbing me from my reverie. Someone is sat in the armchair opposite, wearing a grey trench coat, and he sounds nervous. Looking up, I see a tall, skinny man, with unmistakeable brown curls sticking to his forehead. He’s brushing through them now, before he speaks again. “Hello?” stronger this time, he has something to say.

“…m-Matty...?” I almost whisper, shocked, terrified to be in the presence of this man again. My first kiss.

“y/n.” he mumbles, barely coherent. How does he know my name?

He crosses a long leg over another, biting his lip nervously, before reaching a slender hand towards mine. He takes my hand almost wordlessly, and his touch, although tentative, is electric. Part of me can’t let go of his hand. Looking up into his deep brown eyes, trying to collect my thoughts, his thumb brushes my knuckle, and I can’t think anymore. Looking away, focusing on everything, ANYTHING, before a hand slowly cups my chin, gently making me look at him.

The coffee shop melts away. In this moment, it is just me, and Matty. He looks deep into my eyes, searching, for permission maybe? Before softly, he brushes his lips against mine.

I feel it.

Matty’s POV

I don’t know why I want to kiss her again. Is it wrong? She’s staring off into the distance, and I’m emboldened. Gently, tilting her chin, bringing her back to me, I look her in the eyes. I don’t know what I’m searching for, but I think I find it. I must’ve found it, because suddenly, my lips are on hers again.

I feel it.

She is staring at me now, as I pull away. She grips my hand tight in hers, before whispering, “why me...? out of any of the fans. why me?”

It’s a good question. And one I’ve been asking myself for weeks. But I know the answer. “Because you held back. No one does that for robbers, they all want their robbers moment. But you didn’t. or, at least, you thought you didn’t, but please, tell me you felt it…” I’m almost whispering now, keeping her gaze, “like the world stopped… I’ve kissed so many fans, but before you, and after you, I’ve never felt that feeling. And I don’t think I’ll feel that again. There’s something about you, y/n. and I don’t think I can walk away from this table right now and just pretend I never met you, because somehow, I think, I’m in love with you.”

Your POV

Listening to him talk is like listening to a poet, he’s rambling, barely audible, but I hear him. And softly, squeezing his hand a little, I smile, for the first time in a long time, before saying quietly. “Shall we get out of here...?”

The world starts again.

[rags-writes]

I'm absolutely in love with Regulus and Barty's friendship/one-sided love story. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it.

Je Tu Vois

Regulus sighs, quietly so his mother doesn’t hear as they wait for the train. It’s going to be his first year at Hogwarts and honestly, he is so excited. A place where he can talk to Sirius freely without the watchful eyes of his mother. Sirius left on an early train with anyone who was a first year but it’s okay, he will wee him soon. A whistle blows, a smile spreads on his face then dampens as his mother turns to him.

“Now Regulus, remember you are representing the family, don’t act like your fool of a brother.”

“Yes, mother.” He says, trying his best not to flinch as she caresses his cheek before walking away. Staring after her for a moment whispering sadly. “I love you too, mother.”

Straightening his back, he boards the train and searches for an empty compartment. He makes his way to the back of the train before spotting one. Opening it and steps he realize it wasn’t empty as he thought.

He stalls at the door for a moment, just as the person looks up with a smile on his face. “Hi!”

It fades as he realizes that Regulus was turning to leave ge give a soft. “Oh.”

This freezes Regulus in his step, he knows that ‘oh’ it’s the same one he gives his mother every time there are no letters from Sirius during the school year. He knows the disappointment he has just caused, unintentional as it may be, guilt still fills him.

“I thought it was empty, my apologies.”

He says it like he was the one disturbing the boy and he sees the boy deflate more as he whispers bitterly. “Don’t worry about it, no one wants to sit with me. No one even sees Bartemius Crouch jr.”

Regulus takes this as his que to leave but he doesn’t, knowing it would be better he did. But for the first time in Regulus’ life, he doesn’t do what is expected of him.

“Je Te Vois.”

“What?” Bartemius says, with his head tilted as Regulus steps more into the compartment and closes the door behind him. He goes and sit next to the other boy and explains.

“My first language is French; I tend to slip into it without thinking.”

“Oh, what does it mean?” Bartemius asks, a hint of a smile on his face. Regulus gets him a genuine smile, his last one for a while, and tells him.

“I see you, Barty.”

“Barty?” Bartemius’ brow raises, his lips mouthing the words again like he was getting a taste for it. Regulus panics for a moment before a wide grin spread on Barty and he nearly shouts. "I like it. Hi, I’m Barty Crouch Jr, what’s your name?”

                “Regulus Arcturus Black.” Hesitantly, Regulus tells him, waiting for the other boy to tell h8m to get out or something kin to it but nothing like that happens. Instead, the boy just smiles at him and reaches Into his pocket and pulls out a box of Fizzing Whizbees.

“Want some?” Barty offers to Regulus.

“Yeah, those are my favorite.”

The boys share the sweet treat between each other, the bond of friendship growing stronger and first love in one bloom with each bite. A pity Regulus didn’t leave although the path he stepped onto may end up destroying one of their minds or it may give them the strength to stand up for themselves.

Only time knows now.

[rons-wheezely]

224 || G.W.

George Weasley x Reader, Soulmate AU

Genre: Fluff, humor

Summary: Each soulmate pair receives a special number to them, and them only, on the day they’re born into this world. The placement on the body can vary, so people usually keep to themselves unless they fancy someone or it’s displayed somewhere public. How do you go around explaining to your best friend that he’s the one?

A/N: i have been so inactive, I’m so sorry rip I am going to try to post a fic here and there, but I’m still a student doing student things... This blog recently turned 2 years old, and has reached about 300 followers, so thank you so much for those of you who have found me in the piles of other wonderful works :) I love you all from the bottom of my heart.

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“Oh, do forgive me, Georgie,” you playfully shove him out of the way. He stumbles away from the shelf containing the last package of Fizzing Whizbees in time for you to snatch it into your hands. You hear him chuckle as he regains his balance behind you. It’s suffocatingly crowded with fellow students in Honeydukes, so he leans in close so you can hear him. 

His warm breath comes close to your ear, saying with a soft laugh,” At least share, alright?”

You tapped your chin thoughtfully as the smile plastered on your face turned into a smirk. You make your way to the cashier with George close behind. The candy in the box shake in your hands, and the decorative ring you’re wearing on your middle finger glimmers in the shop’s light. You call over your shoulder,” If you win the next match against Slytherin, I might.” 

This statement alone had George fist pump the air in satisfaction. Even if he lost, you would most likely share it anyways –– to cheer him up, of course. You two have been best friends since your first year when you cleverly evaded one of the twins’ pranks. It was a lucky guess, but the outcome left Fred and George tangled in a mess of burping up slugs for three hours. It was an easy friendship after that, other than the secret feelings you harbored for George, that is. 

Soon enough, the match came and the sight was an absolutely thrilling one. You watch as each player flies by, and each time the wind sweeps your hair in every direction. Fred and George are on a spectacular streak, and they never once miss the bludger. Thankfully you had a pair of binoculars and Lee Jordan’s commentary; the team was so small in the air that it was hard to tell what was happening.

Harry Potter was no doubt going to catch the snitch, and here he comes now swooping in underneath his teammates. He’s almost flat against his broomstick, urging it to go faster before Malfoy could get to the fluttering golden speck. All eyes are on Potter, and the boy is mere inches away. Just as his nimble fingers wrap around the snitch, another Gryffindor teammate drops from the air.

You can hear the subtle gasps from a few in the crowd who noticed. The Gryffindor team were too enraptured with Harry’s catch to notice that one of them was dropping ten, twenty, thirty meters to the ground. “George!” You cried.

As if sending a telepathic message to the other twin, though it is most likely he heard you yell as clear as day, Fred swoops down to save his brother from impact. You notice now that you're standing on your feet and leaning on the railing that separates you from your best friends on the field. You watch on in horror as Fred barely makes it in time. The breath you didn’t know you were holding finally escapes you, and your surroundings come back all at once. 

You hear the deafening silence and the sound of the wind blowing by. No one moves as they watch Fred land on the ground with George. It was Lee who ended the tension,” And with that, Gryffindor earns 130 points and has won the match…” 

All at once, everyone in the stands scrambles to get out. Elated with Harry’s catch and the twins’ safety, the student body goes their separate ways. You follow them as well and weave your way through the crowd to get to Fred and George. Panic fills your lungs, and every fiber in your body screams to make sure they’re okay.

“Fred!” You call out,” Are you two alright?”

“Yeah, no harm done to me,” he sighs,” –– Other than this git. A bludger whacked him straight on the side and he passed out on his ride down.” 

“It looks like it hurts… but it’s nothing Madame Pomfrey can’t handle, right?” You wince. You try to convince yourself that George is just sleeping a very deep, restful sleep.

“I reckon he’ll be fine, y/n.” Fred winks your way with a sly grin. “Visit him lots, yeah?”

Madame Pomfrey refused to let anyone in until she was done running some tests. When she finally let you visit, you rushed to sit next to George’s bedside. He stirred at your frantic movements and opened an eye to see you. “It’s not that bad is it?” He chuckles.

“She said that you’ve broken a few ribs, but you’ll be alright.” You smile. 

George sits up slowly, pretending to be in agonizing pain. You worry for a bit and reach out to him on instinct, but he laughs and tells you he’s okay. His torso is wrapped entirely with gauze over his clothes, and there are a few bandages wrapped around his forearms as well. Pomfrey had drawn a blanket over George earlier, so the white sheet still covered the lower half of his body. A moment goes by, and you hear a soft wheeze leaving George’s lips. “You don’t suppose my soulmate is into beaten up ginger-heads, do you?”

“Well,” you mull over your words. Pretending to take his question seriously, you answer,” they would have if you were Fred..” You laugh a little as you catch the glint in his eyes –– the mischievous one you had grown to love. 

“Oh, if only I looked exactly like that bloke.” He jokes. His head falls a little forward as he laughs. His gaze is drawn to his lap, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he looked like those shy love interests in romantic muggle films. 

You notice that his fiery hair is covering his eyes, and your body compels you to get another glimpse of that wonderful boy’s face. Ever so gently, you reach your hand out and tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. When your fingers curve around the back of his ear, you notice a few dark marks of what looks like a tattoo. Your eyebrows furrow together in confusion. You go to move more of his hair out of the way, but he turns his eyes to you. 

“Are you getting handsy with me y/n? Tryin’ to make a move, are you?” He smiles, but there is a small panic in his eyes as they frantically search yours. “You could’ve just asked me out, you know.”

“Is that your soulmate mark?” You ask.

“Maybe.”

“Well,” you huff playfully,” I might be able to tell you who your soulmate is. I might cry if your soulmate is Madame Pomfrey, though.”

“Is that a bad thing?” He asks, a playful tone in his voice.

"Georgie, please don’t tell me you have a thing for milfs.”

It takes everything in him to hold back his laughter. George pulls his hair back to reveal the numbers 224 etched behind his left ear. Your breath catches in your throat, but you try to hide your very obvious shock. 224 was a number you knew too well, and seeing that number reflected on your best friend’s skin meant that your deepest feelings were true. It’s okay to be in love with George because now... now there is chance he feels the same way.

Your mark is tattooed on the band of your middle finger, which is usually covered up by jewelry. You fidget with your rings nervously, trying to ground yourself all the while. George doesn’t pay too much attention to it when he says,“Fred has his numbers on his right ear. I might be the right-hand man, but he’s lucky enough to be the right-ear man.”

You laugh at his really bad pun,” Really? Out of all of the ear jokes, you chose that one?” 

“It made you laugh, didn’t it?” He nudges you with his shoulder, and you can’t help but giggle some more.

“Would you like to hear a fun fact?” You ask. You gulp down all of the fear that has started to swallow you whole. You are George’s soulmate. The idea buzzes in your head along with a million other thoughts. George nods for you to continue, and you fight the panicked urge to scream. “...In the muggle world, they have such advanced technology.”

“Yeah, dad would know––” George interjects for a second.

“The numbers 224 actually hold a meaning to them. It’s something like a code–– it’s related to their fancy devices I think? Anyways,” you take a deep breath. You remember vividly the details your friend went to great lengths explaining to you. 

“Your number is all kinds of special, y/n!” Mae beams at you. Her eyes twinkle in an amusing manner as she tries to prove herself. A soft thud could be heard when her hands meet with the common room table, and she quickly jumps to her feet. “Imagine, having such a fantastic number as that!” She exclaims with awe.

“I don’t understand?” You bemusedly remark. Why would numbers hold more meanings beyond your standard soulmate reason?

“My brother loves binary code, a certain muggle science,” she explains,” and he told me a few meanings. One of them being yours! Now, if only fate would tell us who your soulmate was...”

If Mae were in this room, she would be bursting at the seams from pure glee. You look into George’s eyes and say,” ...the numbers actually mean something along the lines of ‘Today, Tomorrow, Forever.’ It has to do with the bond you and your soulmate have together.“

He blinks once or twice before breaking out into a grin,” Okay, can you say it again but,” he emphasizes,” simpler, maybe?

“––it means that your soulmate will love an accident-prone idiot like you forever and always,” You joke halfheartedly.

The familiar gleaming smile he wore after a successful prank creeps up onto his face: one of self satisfaction and deserving of many awards based on looks alone. His smile is much gentler and you almost miss it, but a blush tints the very tips of his cheeks. “Oh? wait ‘till dad finds out that numbers have meanings to muggles. How’d you know all of this anyway?”

“Oh, it’s just something my friend talked to me about.” You dismiss his questioning gaze and clear your throat. Every second that passes makes you more and more anxious being around George, simply just by knowing you two are soulmates. It’s a dream come true, sure. But how do you go around explaining to your best friend that he’s the one?

“Are you alright, y/n?” George asks. “You seem real fidgety. Do you need to go somewhere?”

“Oh–– no, it just that,” you gulp. “Well.. I think left the Fizzing Whizbees back in my dorm room.” You lie. You know it’s in your bag with your other belongings, safely tucked away for later consumption. “Post-game snacks are essential, and I did make a promise.”

“Are you sure you left it there? I thought I saw it in your bag...” He leans over to find your bag, and sure enough, he pulls out the box of candy.

“Oh.” You look at him. There’s an awkward pause before he clears his throat.

“You’ve really got to get yourself together mate–– looks like Nearly Headless Nick showed you his neck hole again or something.” George jokes to lighten the mood, but he’s right. The longer you sit there and stare at him, the more you either want to slam your lips against his or vomit profusely. You feel pale and sickly; just enough to feel the twists and turns of your stomach. Is this what having butterflies feel like? He opens the bag of candy and offers you some.

You share the box of whizbees with him, taking one out and popping them into your mouth. It fizzes and jolts a little as the sweet taste melts on your tongue. “I think maybe Fred slipped something to me earlier,” you avert your gaze,” I’m not sure.”

“Yeah, sounds like Fred.” George grabs your hand and looks you in the eyes. He’s rubbing soothing circles on your hands, and it does seem to relax some of your nerves. He looks at you softly and gently, and all at once, your anxiety starts to melt away in his presence. You almost forget why you’re so worried in the first place. “You know I’m not going anywhere. If you have to take a massive shit, I’ll wait for you.” He says as he pats your hand reassuringly.

You erupt into laughter and shove him away. “And here I thought we were having a moment.”

“Nothing says true love like bowl movements, darling.”

As the laughter dies down, the somber feeling in your gut returns. It’s now or never, right? “George, I think I need to tell you something. I—“

Fred bursts into the door with Lee following shortly behind. “There’s my favorite twin!” He beams. He gets a disapproving look from Madame Pomfrey peering around the corner from her office. Fred doesn’t pay much attention, choosing to walk past her with barely a glance over his shoulder. George rolls his eyes as Fred happily trots over, spilling some liquid from two mugs in his hands. “—had to have Lee help sneak these in for the party, which you lot are missing out on.” He hands you a mug of butter beer and George, the other.

You decide to drop the subject even after George was free from the hospital bed. It’s a few weeks since then, and school has made you push those thoughts of pesky soulmates and true love aside. Of course, George kept looking at you funny, waiting for you to bring it up again. To his dismay, you didn’t.

“Alright everyone, class is dismissed.” Professor Sprout announces as she busies herself in setting up plants for the next day. It’s the last class of the day, and you couldn’t be happier. Repotting plants was hard work, and you were sweaty enough as it is. Beads of sweat dripped down the side of your face, and as much as you hated it, it did make for good eye candy across the room — namely George, although there’s a lot of dirt smudged onto his face too.

He’s cleaning up rather quickly so you call out to him,” Can you grab my rings, Georgie? They’re over there by my bag.” You had to remove jewelry in order to “safely handle” the creatures and wear proper gloves. Those of which you hastily pull off to wash your hands. The suds come and go as you lather and rinse away in the sink.

“Today, tomorrow, forever eh?” George’s deep voice rumbles in your ear. You jump a little at the sudden scare. “I think I like the sound of that, don’t you?”

You turn your head a little to the side and come very close to George’s face. You can feel his breath fanning on your skin, and his nose is just barely touching yours. You fear that if you blink, the sight in front of you will vanish. Every freckle that glitters his skin is so close you could count them like the stars and draw constellations between them if you wanted to. It’s absolutely breathtaking. Your body feels like it’s on a cloud— so feather light and airy— as he smiles at you. Your throat is dry; your tongue struggles to keep up with your thoughts. “...what?” You choke out. You cover your hands on impulse, but you know it’s too late.

“It means you’re stuck with me forever, y/n.” He grins. “Soulmate magic is no joke, you know.” He hands you your rings and walks beside you out of the greenhouse. You slip the rings on to your middle finger where it’s always resided, deciding to fidget with it a little.

Nothing should be different. You’re walking with George in the hallways like you always do, your hair is no different than yesterday, and class was the same as an other day. And yet your heart is beating faster and the sun seems to shine brighter. The grass is greener and the lake bluer than it was this morning. Words remain unspoken, but the truth is there. His fingers are interlocked with yours. 224.

[thebaddestofbatches]

The Bad Batch Preferences pt. 1

Kissing

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Crosshair

Favorite Place: Just behind your ear and along your jaw. He prefers to wrap his arms around you from behind and these places are easier to reach. Plus they’re more sensitive and he likes to watch you squirm.

Makeouts: Definitely. And frequently. Whenever he gets back from a mission, you do something he finds hot, or just because he hasn’t kissed you in awhile.

First Kiss:

It was hot on Techitua. Dusty too. You lowered your shades on your nose, a polarized version of Tech’s goggles as Crosshair opened a case on the ground.

A makeshift shooting range was set up parallel to the Marauder, a metal piece with a target spray painted on it placed at a distance of 25 meters.

Hunter had told you that if you wanted to stay on board, you needed to know how to defend yourself and assigned you to Crosshair, without even asking if you had any prior experience.

“Alright. I don’t expect you to be top notch with this thing.” Crosshair said, his tone borderline patronizing as he removed a small blaster from the case. “Blasters take a lot of practice to use correctly and you’re only a doctor. I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t hit anything.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and took the blaster from his hand. Barely looking at the target, you took aim and fired one, two, three, four, five shots.

Crosshair’s slack jaw and a quick glance told you they all hit the bullseye.

“You forget, soldier,” You said smugly. “I’m an army doctor. I can rip you apart and put you back together just as easily.”

Crosshair’s toothpick hit the dirt and then he was on you, smashing his lips to your hungrily.

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Echo

Favorite place: Your hand. He likes to hold your hand and bring it up to his lips for absentminded kisses. When you cup his face, he turns his head and presses kisses to your palm.

Makeouts: Not too often. He’s shy after all his modifications and you definitely have to initiate them, but once he relaxes, then he’s into it.

First Kiss:

“Dang ferreck!” You swore as the control panel of the rescued radio shocked you for the fifth time that night.

You gave it a swift thump on the top in retaliation, gritting your teeth.

You needed this to work. It had to work. It’d been so long since you heard real music.

Another try at the wiring and another spark that singed your fingertips. You let out another string of curses and tossed your screwdriver onto the counter with a clank before thumping your forehead against the table repeatedly.

There was a gentle touch on your back that stopped your assault on your cranium. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. You could feel the poke of Echo’s prosthetic through your tunic.

“You alright?” He asked.

“No,” You grumbled into the metal.

Echo sighed quietly and after some shifting behind you, you raised your head to see his human hand disconnect two crossed wires and reconnect them at new points. There was a fizz of static and then a gentle song began to float through the speakers.

You let out a whoop of joy and leaped to your feet, grabbing the clone by his collar to pull him down for a quick kiss.

“Thank you!” You squealed, snatching up your screwdriver again and leaving Echo standing there, stunned and pink.

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Hunter

Favorite place: Your neck. He likes to feel your pulse point and kiss the sunmarks and spots along your skin. It’s also one of the best places for him to get your scent.

Makeouts: Not as often as Crosshair, but frequent. He likes to be affectionate with you and when he gets time or feels stressed, being around you and close to you is his priority.

First Kiss:

You’d been separated from the Batch in a marketplace and were now wandering aimlessly.

As you passed an alleyway you heard a whistle and a man sidled up to you.

“Hey gorgeous,” He said. “Where you going?”

“Away from you,” You muttered, but he heard it anyway and snorted. “Feisty girl.”

A gag rose up in your throat and you increased your pace. Behind you the man called. “Hey I’m talking to you! Though I appreciate the view!”

A hand landed on your butt and you whirled, fist raised to deck the stranger for daring to touch you. Before you could though, someone stepped between you and punched him, hard.

You looked up to see Hunter, a deep scowl on his tattooed face as he glowered at your harasser.

“Don’t touch her,” He growled, drawing up to his full height.

The man spat and launched himself at Hunter, sending them both rolling to the ground.

There was some yelling and sounds of fists hitting bodies before Hunter scrambled to his feet breathing hard as your harasser lay on the ground, groaning.

Hunter turned to you with worried eyes and you punched him in the arm hard and then quickly pecked his lips. “You didn’t have to make a scene.”

“Sorry,” He said, not sounding sorry at all as he pulled you in for another kiss.

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Tech

Favorite place: Your forehead and temples. He can get so busy with this or that and a quick peck to the forehead is his go-to for affection when he’s caught up in something.

Makeouts: Usually whenever he gets an idea he wants to try with you. He learned affection mainly from books so he’s picking up more and more as he goes. Usually you initiate the sessions. However, when he gains confidence later in the relationship, things get more serious as he experiments.

First Kiss:

“Tech?” You called from the porch of your hideout. Hunter had sent you to fetch the male for dinner and so far he was nowhere to be found.

“In here!” The clone called and you followed the sound into the shed to see Tech holding two vials above a pot.

“What’re you doing?” You asked leaning on the doorframe.

“I’m testing a theory. The substance excreted from the fire salamanders’ skin may have some properties that can boost our explosives.” He replied, carefully tipping the vial of white powder in, followed by the orange liquid.

“And you thought it was a good idea to test that in my shed?” You said, quirking a brow.

The technician had the decency to look a little abashed. “Well it isn’t in the house.”

He set the tubes aside and picked up a firestarter, holding it over the pot. “And a spark to trigger the reaction..”

Crack. Fwoomp! Boom!

The small windows shattered and you ducked as a blaze burst up from the pot and then died out just as quickly, sending up a cloud of ash and dust.

When the smoke receded, you heard Tech give a small cough and looked over to see his whole face covered in soot and the front of his normally gelled back hair spiked up.

You burst into giggles, picking up a small cloth from the worktable and approaching the clone to wipe his goggles clean.

He blinked at you from behind the lenses, like he was surprised to see you and you smiled. “That went well.”

Tech gave you a sheepish look. “I’m sorry about the windows. I’ll fix them tomorrow.”

You laughed again, waving him off. “It’s alright. I was prepared for damages when I brought you lot here.”

He gave you a grateful look and suddenly you couldn’t help yourself, darting forward and pecking his lips.

Tech immediately turned scarlet. “What was that for?”

You shrugged. “For being you.”

And then you passed him the cloth with a wink. “Hunter says dinner’s ready. You should probably clean up a bit before you come inside.”

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Wrecker

Favorite place: Your cheeks and nose. He likes to pepper kisses all over your face. He’s so enraptured by you that he wants to keep you close at all times to make sure you’re real. Plus he’s a massive cuddlebug.

Makeouts: On occasion. But this boy is too much of a teddy bear for anything more than gentle loving touches. He’s slow and sweet and so very careful with you.

First Kiss:

The Batch was pinned down in an abandoned bunker as a gang faction gathered outside. Echo was doing his best to reboot the turrets while Tech worked on the doors, but unless it happened fast, you weren’t getting out of this unscathed.

You were peering out one of the broken windows with Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker picking off grunts where you could, but they had greater numbers and illegal firepower.

A shot from a bike mounted turret hit the wall above your lookout and the ceiling caved in, causing Wrecker tackle you, cradling you to him as he rolled away.

“You alright?” He asked, pushing off of you, his voice higher than normal.

“Yeah.” You said and Hunter swore as glass shattered behind you.

“Echo!! What’s the status on those defense systems?!”

“Same as you asked thirty seconds ago!” Echo snapped. “These circuits are rubbish! This place should have been scrapped for parts years ago!”

Parts.

A light bulb went off in your brain and you immediately turned to Wrecker. “Give me a charge!”

“Why?!”

“Trust me!”

He gave you a look you couldn’t read under the helmet, but dropped an explosive in your palm.

Immediately you started dismantling it. “I need a gravmag, some wires, and anything explosive we can spare. Oh and Echo’s arm.”

“What?” Said Echo.

You ignored him and started your hunt for parts as you snatched a screwdriver, a multipurpose laser tool, and pliers from Tech’s backpack, stripped a console, broke Crosshair’s gravmag off of his grappling hook, and took three more charges from Wrecker. You dismantled, screwed, and rewired before beckoning Echo over and having him weld it all together.

“(Y/N),” Wrecker asked as he fired off another shot. “What are you doing?”

You waved him off as you activated your new, shoddy weapon of mass destruction and bolted for the window, lobbing it as hard and far as you could.

“Hit the dirt!” You yelled and there was a large boom and the whole building rattled.

When the dust cleared, you beamed proudly at the clear landscape.

The gang that had been surrounding your hiding place was now lying unconscious having been thrown a good 50 meters in all directions at extreme speeds.

“What-“ Said Crosshair in his rare stunned tone. “What did you do?”

“Simply,” You said. “I reversed the polarity and made it into a big bang.”

Wrecker whooped and tossed his helmet aside, scooping you into a bear hug and peppering kisses all over your face. “THAT’S MY GIRL!”

You turned pink and he drew back from you enough to press a sweet kiss to your lips, which only served to fill your face with crimson.

There was an awkward cough from one of his brothers and Wrecker turned a similar shade of red, setting you back on the ground.

“Er-“ He said, patting your shoulder awkwardly. “Good job.”

[babyflossy]

long overdue | l.dh

pairing: haechan x reader

requested: yes! sorry this took so long :(

summary: when you move back home after a few years apart, haechan starts to see you in a different light, and eventually the tension between you overpowers your worries about ruining your friendship.

genre/warnings: bestfriend to lovers au, smut (dirty talk, slight overstim if you squint?), fluff

word count: 4k

since your first day of elementary school, donghyuck had been your best friend. on that very first day, he had shared his animal crackers with you on the playground bench when you'd dropped yours, and you'd been inseparable ever since. even when your parents moved you away for the majority of middle school, you talked over the phone, you'd even sent each other handwritten letters through the post until donghyuck got his first phone.

the summer before high school started, your parents decided it was best to move back, and suddenly things were different between you and donghyuck. for one, he'd adopted haechan as a nickname, which you couldn't deny suited him more than you'd ever admit, but those four years had seen a lot of changes in the both of you. changes you couldn't ignore.

that stupid smirk he was always wearing was one. the growth-spurt and the jawline and the attractive shape of his shoulders had just been the things you noticed first, let alone the flirty humour he was so comfortable with. nevertheless, the two of you fell back into your old best-friend ways since elementary school; ice cream on fridays, although now they were at two in the morning instead of the afternoon, burgers at the diner on wednesdays because wednesdays are the worst day of the week.

these thoughts cross your mind once again as the boy in question slides into the chair opposite you in the cafeteria, pushing a tray towards you. "they had fries," is the only thing he says to you before he turns to jaemin and starts talking quietly about how they're going to cheat on their chemistry test. you murmur a thank you, picking a few up and stuffing them into your mouth as you continue your conversation with mark, your replacement whilst you were gone, as hyuck had so elegantly put it.

"are you coming to lucas' party tonight?" he asks, stealing some of the fries in front of you before you can swat his hand away. opposite you, haechan has blocked jaemin's voice out of his head so he can hear your answer, hating the way his heart skips a beat in anticipation. these parties were nothing new, you went to almost every single one, but haechan never got used to the clothes you wore, so much more revealing than the ones you to school. it was undeniable in those moments the way his cheeks flushed at the sight of you.

when he had first noticed these thoughts about you, he had been terrified. you were his childhood friend, how could he think of you as anything more than that? surely it would break the two of you apart if he so much as mentioned it to you? over the years since you moved back, however, the two of you had fallen into a comfortable state of flirtatiousness. he would say something suggestive and you would simply laugh and retort with a quip equally as witty. it was second nature, now; the longing glances, the way your hands brushed together when you walked side by side, the way his heart fluttered whenever you stole his hoodies, but only the ones that still smelt of him. your voice brings him back to the present.

"as if i would miss a party," you laugh, and the sound seems brighter every time to haechan, "are you driving everyone?" when mark shakes his head you raise your eyebrows in question and he nods to jeno, the dedicated sober friend for this week. the one good thing about not having your driver's license is that you were never denoted to that role.

as the school day comes to a close you meet haechan outside the back entrance, ready to walk home. the proximity of your houses meant it was always convenient for you both to walk home together, and it made haechan feel better to see you get home safe, he would never tell you that, though. he stands to the side of the crowd streaming out the door and waves you over when he spots your head in the sea of pupils. you shoot him a sunny smile that has his heartbeat pumping in his eardrums.

"you ready, princess?" the familiar smirk is present and you roll your eyes at the nickname, not allowing him the satisfaction of knowing how much it affected you, "you going home after tonight?" he asks as you break out the school car park and onto the pavement, steps falling into rhythm.

"i'm not sure yet, i doubt i'll be able to sneak back in," you scrunch your nose in contemplation, weighing up your options, "i'll probably tell my parents i'm staying at yeri's or something."

you miss the frown that settles on his face, "and stay at lucas'? alone?" haechan tries not to show how much he doesn't like that idea. lucas was a good person, he knows, but he would worry about you no matter who's house you would stay at. it was just part of your relationship at this point.

"yeah?" you stare at him in confusion, oblivious to the way his eyes flicker away when you try to meet his gaze. "what, you want me to come and sleep with you?" as soon as the words left your mouth you realised the second meaning to them and tried to ignore how your face blazed. it was your turn to avoid his eyes as you tried to pretend you had meant that word choice.

"if that's what you want, babygirl," a wink punctuates his words and heat spreads through you. you roll your eyes at him again.

jeno had, as promised, come to collect you from your house, laughing as you ran through your garden to avoid being spotted by your parents. jeno's car is smaller than mark's, all the seats already taken, but before you can ask where you're supposed to sit he presses on the accelerator. hands come to brace you as you nearly fall and your placed onto someone's lap. you can tell it's haechan from the expensive cologne that overwhelms your senses, the warm hands on your waist maintaining their position even after jeno's driving at a normal speed again.

the drive to lucas' house is short but bumpy and you grasp the seat in front of you to stop the jostling. when the car speeds over a bump haechan's fingers dig into your sides, his forehead falling onto your shoulder. you try and turn around to face him but his hands dig in further, stopping you from moving anymore. just as you're about to ask him what's wrong you feel a hardness pressing against the inside of your thigh and your eyes widen.

the flirty jokes you always exchanged meant something, you knew, but the feeling of him underneath you makes you heat up. you're frozen for a moment before a wave of smugness washes through you. haechan was always the one to make you flustered, and to know you had the same effect on him was something you wouldn't forget.

when the car finally stops in front of lucas' house, the others pile out before you two and you face him, raising your eyebrows. you open your mouth to tease him but he beats you to it, "fuck off." is all he says before he stalks towards the front door. you have to jog to keep up with him.

"really? in the car?" haehan rolls his eyes but the blush on his cheeks and the darkness in his eyes is obvious.

"if you weren't wiggling your ass, this wouldn't have happened–"

"i was not wiggling my ass, it's not my fault you're just needy," he stops walking at your words and spins around to face you, eyes narrowed in a look you assume is supposed to be intimidating. it's kinda hot, though, you think.

"i am not needy!" the laugh you let out only seems to upset him further and he takes a step towards you, "i can show you what needy is–"

"are you guys coming or what?" jaemin shouts from the doorway and haechan’s eyes flicker away from you to glare at him. before you can get another word out he’s walking as fast as he can away from you, shoulders squared of defensively. you can hear the pounding music from the house and you decided to forget about his attitude for the night and have as much fun as you can.

five drinks in and haechan is the last thing on your mind. the harsh liquid had burned at first but as lucas offers you a sixth you don't feel it slip down your throat. he grins and you match it, head spinning and vision blurring, the bassline of the music pounding in your ears. lucas has always been a great host, and he laughs at the way stumble from the kitchen counter he sits on. litres upon litres of free alcohol fills the table in front of you and you reach for a colourful blue bottle that fizzes when you twist the top off. he passes you a red plastic cup and the drink spills over the sides as you try and pour it, lucas' laugh piercing through your head which starts throbbing with the beginnings of a headache.

as if he can sense the state you're in, jeno appears in your line of sight, head shaking disapprovingly. you put up a fight when he takes the cup out of your hand and tips it down the sink but give up quickly when jeno shoots you a stern stare. lucas has already slinked off back to his living room where the rest of the guests reside, hands waving at people as a pretty brunette pulls him to the corner of the room. "you're already drunk, y/n."

"no i'm not," you insist but you can hear the way they slur together. the sound of them is foreign to your ears and they make you giggle, the sixth shot you had taken moments before starting to take effect. when you try and walk towards the drink's table your knees buckle under you and jeno has to catch you to stop you falling to the floor.

"this is why i hate being the sober friend," he mumbles as he sets you down on the floor to prevent you from hurting yourself, pulling your hands away when they reach to pull on his hair, muttering about his hair colour.

"now that, i whole-heartedly agree with," the new voice belongs to johnny, who frowns in amusement at the position you're in, giggling hysterically at jeno's hair. "hyuck's in a similar shape, we just put him upstairs in the spare room."

"can you help me take her up? she can't walk properly." their conversation falls on deaf ears to you and you're staring at everything in the kitchen and yet nothing at all as they both take one of your arms, hoisting you into an upright position. standing up, you last all but five seconds on your own before you put all your weight into them and allow yourself to be carried up the stairs.

true to johnny's word, haechan is sat on the edge of the bed, head between his knees whilst jaehyun crouches to talk to him, rubbing his back with a sympathetic smile on his face.

you call out when you see him, "haechannie!" and his head shoots up at the sound of your voice, all the darkness of his eyes from earlier dissipated.

"y/n!" johnny and jeno place you carefully on the bed next to him and meet jaehyun by the door to watch you. haechan's arm is already around your shoulder, your head planted on his shoulder, unclear if you're passed out already or not.

"where are they staying?" jaehyun asks, eyes not leaving the pair in front of him, grimacing when you bump heads with each other.

"i think here?"

"you really wanna leave them alone like this?" johnny questions as he watches you press kisses to the side of haechan's neck, turning to face him.

jeno considers his options for a moment. leave the two of you alone drunk and clearly ready to omit any rational thoughts, or stay here and try to keep you off each other. or, he supposes, he could bribe someone else to do it for him. yes, that's what he'll do. he'll find jaemin.

once the others leave and you're left alone, hands are immediately on your waist, pulling you into a kiss. haechan rubs his thumbs into the exposed skin of your middle, pressing his lips to yours in such a desperate manner you can do nothing but sit and kiss back. the hands pull you onto his lap and you waste no time threading your fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss, subconsciously grinding your hips down onto him.

"i've wanted to do this for ages," he moans into your neck, fingers hastily skimming over your skin, trying to touch you everywhere at once.

"i told you you were needy," the reminder does nothing to halt his actions, accepting your words with nothing but a hum, hands now making their way up your shirt to the clasp of your bra.

just as he's battling with the article of clothing, the door shoots open again and you fall off his lap and onto the matress. jaemin walks in, snickering at nothing and plops himself in between you on the bed, head falling onto haechan's shoulder.

"hi guys!" the tone of his voice gives away just how much he's drunk already, and you eye haechan over jaemin's mop of blue hair, pouting in disappointment.

a pounding head greets you in the morning and even though you and haechan both remember what had happened the night before, neither of you can stop blushing for long enough to bring it up. so you don't, the fear of ruining your friendship too great a risk for you.

it's a hot summer day and you meet haechan and jeno along with jaemin and renjun at the ice cream shop near your house. it's a brightly decorated new place that offers a mammoth selection of different toppings, which is partly the reason you get bullied when you choose an ice lolly instead. in your defense, it was boiling outside and ice cream is dehydrating.

haechan is cursing every god he knows of as you sit opposite him in the booth, lips wrapped so prettily around your ice lolly. he blinks harshly when you lick the side to stop the juice dripping onto your hand, still talking to renjun. in front of him sits the tub of ice cream he previously been so excited to try and yet now he can't seem to eat it, thoughts elsewhere.

in his head, he curses himself for thinking like this, for thinking about how amazing your lips would feel wrapped around his–

"dude are you okay? you're staring at your ice cream like it holds the secrets to the universe." jeno's laugh cuts through his mind and his cheeks burn. he nods wordlessly, searching for something, anything, else to think of, instead of the blood rushing straight to his dick.

later that same day, when he's back in his bedroom alone, you're the only thought that crosses his mind. he thinks about that night at lucas' party, how you had both been so ready to forget anything holding you back, he thinks about the car ride there, how cocky you had been when he got hard from you sitting on his lap. it was clear you felt the same way, at least, he hoped you did.

in your own bedroom, you're having a similar crisis to your best friend. it hadn't been easy to ignore to way he was staring at you earlier, you had even exaggerated your eating just to tease him. you wondered if he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him. maybe you should ask. no, that was too risky. you needed something less obvious.

"you wanna come over to watch that new movie? i'm bored."

haehcan reads the words over and over again, trying to decipher any ulterior motives you might have, yet again that may just be him wishing for some. he takes a moment to reply, choosing his response carefully, even though he knew immediately he would be saying yes.

"sure, when?"

"tonight?"

once you had confirmed a meeting time, haechan had but two hours to compose himself. he didn't know what to expect, after all, you could have invited him over simply to watch the movie, however much he hoped that was only a cover. a cover for an empty apartment, and some suppressed desires.

when you open your front door, you're already worked up enough. it takes all the self restraint in you to not pounce on the boy in front of as soon as he steps into your hallway. he seems to be having a similar internal debate and you feel the air shift as he drops his bag next to your door, stepping towards you.

neither of you want to make the first move, the tension growing until you can’t stand in anymore, reaching towards him, knotting your fingers behind his neck and pulling him down to you. he closes the gap between you, lips smashing against yours in such desperation you would tease him if you didn’t feel the same way.

“where?” he mumbles against your lips, hands gripping up and down your sides.

“bedroom.” is all you reply before he wraps his arms around your waist, shuffling the both of you into your bedroom and shutting the door with his foot. he pushes you onto the bed and you let yourself fall, hair splaying out underneath you in a way he likes maybe too much.

his body follows yours and he slots between your legs perfectly, hands reclaiming their grip on your middle, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. wherever his fingers slide over, goosebumps rise in their wake, sending shivers through you at their coldness.

your lips return to his and you tilt his head up to deepen the kiss, only breaking away to press open-mouthed kisses to the space under his ear, relishing in the way his breathing hitches in his throat. the kisses trail down his neck to his collarbone, biting down before sucking the area into your mouth. haechan lets out a sinful moan that goes straight to your core.

as soon as you pull you lips away from his body he pulls your shirt over your head, cursing at the lack of underwear, gaze locking in on the swell of your breasts, nipples hard in the cold air. “you had such a hard time taking it off last time,” you reason into his ear, pulling the lobe into your mouth and pulling before continuing, “i thought i would save you the trouble.”

“fuck, baby, you’re so hot,” his words are silenced by the moan you let out when his fingers come to toy with your nipples, rolling one between his digits. you can’t help but arch into him, legs closing around the thigh spreading them apart. it’s clear you’re already so turned on that haechan almost pities you as you grind against his thigh. “so hot, and needy it seems.”

“haechan,” you moan, hands coming to tug on his own shirt, pulling the material over his head and throwing it somewhere else in the room. “i need you so bad.”

“i know, baby,” he cooes, dropping his mouth to envelope your nipple in between his lips, “i’ll take care of you, don’t worry, princess.” the filthful nature of his words make your body heat up, the coldness of fingers now toying with the waistline of your shorts so much more noticeable.

the shorts are removed quickly, your panties following quickly. before you can process what he’s doing, his fingers are spreading your lips apart, lips blowing on your clit to watch the way you clench around nothing. you shiver, hands moving to grip his hair.

after admiring your pussy for a moment, he licks a thick stripe from your hole to your clit, stopping to suck the bud into his mouth, hands coming to press you into the matress when you buck up into him. his tongue laps over your most sensitive spot and he rubs your wetness over his fingers before pushing one into you, moaning at the tightness of your walls. the vibrations of his moan travel straight through your clit and you let out a shameful whine.

after working his finger in you for a few moments, he adds a second, closely followed by a third as he continues his assault on your clit. your moans are loud and non-stop, only stopping to warn him how close you are.

“cum on my tongue, babygirl,” the dirty words dripping from his tongue push you over the edge and you let go with a cry, tugging on the strands of haechan’s hair so hard it nearly hurts him.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” is all you can say as haechan makes his way back up your body, pressing his lips back to yours. on his tongue, you can taste the sweetness of your own cum and you move away from him only to tug his bottom lip in between your teeth, pulling then sucking on it to numb the pain.

you make quick work of his jeans, helping him out of them and chucking them to the floor, shortly followed by his own underwear. from his view, you look stunning, eyes hooded and blown out with lust, lips red and wet from kissing, bruised almost.

he doesn’t say anything as he lines himself up with your enterance, rocking his hips forwards and filling you completely. the pleasure is almost too much for you, still sensitive from your orgasm only minutes prior, eyes rolling back at the way he fills you so well. haechan’s head falls to your shoulder as he gives himself a moment to calm down, biting into your shoulder when he pulls out to the tip.

“you take me so well, baby,” the words are hot in your ear, his breath fanning down your neck, “look at you, all spread out for me.”

you wrap your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself as he pushed back in, moaning into your shoulder at the feeling of you around him, tight, wet, hot. he can sense he won’t last long as he sets a fast pace, chasing his own high.

to make up for his fast-approaching orgasm, he takes your ankle into his hand, pulling your leg up to rest over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to hit every sweet spot possible. the feeling leaves you paralyzed in pleasure, unable to do anything but chant his name.

“i’m gonna cum,” you mumble against him, whining out when his thumb comes down to rub fast circles on your clit.

“fuck,” haechan’s eyes are screwed shut and the sight is so other-wordly beautiful it almost makes you tear up. “i’m cumming.”

his hips stutter and the feeling of his cum filling you, some leaking onto the tops of your thigs, pushes you over the edge. your back arches as you cum over his cock, his hips still easing the both of you through your highs.

when you’ve calmed down, chest heaving as the aftershocks of your second orgasm ripple through you, he pulls out, wincing at the first flicker of overstimulation. he turns and presses a gentle kiss to your ankle, rubbing the fingers of his other hand over your cheekbone, relishing the fucked out expression on your face. he thinks this is the most beautiful you’ve ever looked, so exhuasted underneath him, sweat glistening over your skin.

“that was–”

“long overdue.”

he laughs an agreement out, falling next to you on the bed and lacing your fingers together. “we should watch movies together more often.”

a/n: the only thing i have to say is yikes at this point.

[ivyaugustetc]

the dead poets at hogwarts: a headcanon from hell

@aedan-mills @charlie-dalton-simp @pretentious-strikes YOU ENCOURAGED THIS BEHAVIOR SO YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO LIVE WITH THE CONSEQUENCES. also i love you a lot but THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT.

also @aedan-mills i found out that some of the wand stuff is related to their birthdays and i am much too lazy to look all that up and figure it all out, but anyone else is welcome to lmao. sorry to disappoint but alas it's summer and i don't want to research that much. but other than that, please listen to me flex my extensive knowledge on harry potter :)

neil (half blood): i'm sorry,,,, can you say gryffindor? this boy would get up there and in a second the sorting hat would have him all figured out: big dreams with the will to pursue them, but not ambitious enough to step over others to achieve said dreams? sounds like a gryffindor to me. i just know he'd thrive at hogwarts, probably going on to play quidditch (def a chaser) and would excel in charms class. as far as pets go, i feel like he'd stay simple and classy with a chill barn owl he'd name after a famous broadway actor. he would kind of be a mix of james and remus, in which he's wild and crazy but still manages to get good grades. the teachers love him simply because they don't know much about him outside of class. he would absolutely LOVE going to hogsmeade and going batshit crazy at zonko's and honeydukes. he'd have a whole phase where he gets addicted to licorice wands and everyone else thinks they're disgusting but he simply cannot buy enough of them. he'd play a bunch of zonko tricks on the rest of the poets, saving the most harsh for charlie and the most wholesome for todd <3

todd (muggle born): ugh see i can see him being both a hufflepuff and a ravenclaw, but my heart says hufflepuff so i'm gonna go with that. he would absolutely HATE the sorting ceremony with a burning passion. getting up in front of everybody only to have a hat judge u??? no thanks. HAHAHA CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM ON A BROOM. i can't either because he would simply never get on one, probably referring to them as "flying death traps" more often than not. "hey todd, you think about joining quidditch?" "no thanks, i'd rather keep my limbs intact ;)". but he would love muggle studies a lot, even if the teacher was boring as hell. snape would scare the hell out of him for sure, resulting in his lowest class being potions. he would excel in classes that are more learning out of the book rather than in practice. for a pet, he'd want something that could not possibly turn on him and would just be sweet and loving, so ima give him a toad :) he'd name it something fancy and british, like nigel or sumn. and because of nigel, he'd love chocolate frogs because hey they're twins!!

fanon knox (pure blood): hogwarts fuck boy. okay well maybe not f boy but like...his favorite part is the fact that this is a co-ed school rather than an all-boys school so he can spy on both genders equally yknow. hmm i get hufflepuff vibes from him because he's a big romantic, sucker for cute relationships, etc. he would enjoy whichever class his current crush is in, although I feel like he'd do well with classes that involved spells and wand work mostly lmao. he'd want a really fucking cute pet, so i'd give him a kneazle (it's like a cat but a bit more lion like). he'd give it a strong sounding name, something german idk. but he'd love the shit out of that kneazle, i can tell you that much. i feel like he'd try out for quidditch his first few years, not make it on, and then make it on to the team around fourth year and somehow end up team captain in seventh (and that proves kids, that you too can have a redemption arc in sports). as far as candy goes, ima say he likes the super sour candy like acid pops n shit. like i feel like the others would dare him to each as much sour candy as he can and then he wouldn't be able to taste for a week. but he'd think it was worth it :)

cameron (muggle born): good god this boy just wants to learn. magic just fascinates him, what with growing up in a big muggle family (bestie he is the weasleys if they were all type a). he's a ravenclaw, no questions asked. he would love classes involving preciseness and attention, things like potions and transfiguration. i feel like he'd have a cute, stable relationship along the way ofc because he deserves so much love and happiness and UGH he's a baby. he'd stick with a lil ginger cat, naming it after one of the famous wizards he's read about. he would love spending christmas at the school and going places when the ground are nearly empty, enjoying the scenery. for candy, he'd go plain and simple with chocolate frogs. can't go wrong with those. he'd still have fun with his friends, but he'd skip a lot of parties for some studying (don't judge, i do it too lmao). would not play quidditch but would enjoy it, end of story.

charlie (pure blood): slytherin. don't dispute it. think the weasley twins but even more flirtatious. he would be a regular at every single party that happened, flirting with the guys and gals shamelessly and drinking butterbeer like it was water. look me in the eye and tell me he would not absolutely fucking HATE GILDEROY LOCKHART WITH EVER FIBER OF HIS BEING. he'd do spot-on impersonations of him though. teacher's worst enemy. like when he walks into class on the first day, every teacher collectively mutters "bloody hell not this kid again". asks the most incredibly stupid questions ("okay but is there a spell to turn my eyebrows green? just the eyebrows though, not my hair"). he would be the most aggressive beater on the slytherin team, though he would never deliberately try to hit someone, just distract the shit out of them ("put the fear of god in them and fate will do the rest"). he'd want a loud, aggressive pet but he'd probably end up with a mean cat that hisses at everyone. he'd give it the most adorable name that just. does not fit the personality. something like priscilla. for candy, he'd take his chance with bertie botts' every flavour beans and just roll with the punches. he's chaotic like that.

pitts (half blood): ASTRONOMY IS HIS JAM. he fucking loves that class. he tutors the entire ravenclaw house in that class. he's the guy that little first years who are terrified of the class go to when they're completely lost and don't understand what's going on. besides that, i feel like he'd just be everyone's cool older brother yknow? like he'd be in charge of helping all the first years figure out where stuff is and giving them advice to help them and stuff. he would be a die-hard quidditch fan although he would not play the sport (maybe recreationally on the weekends and holidays and stuff, but the fact that it's so fucking dangerous just does not appeal to him). he'd like the candy that does tricks and stuff, like fizzing whizbees and stuff. he gives me charlie weasley vibes, where he's hardcore in certain areas (in his case, astronomy) and just flipping chill in anything else. cool older brother vibes, man. it fits.

meeks (half blood): i've said it once and i'll say it again: nonproblematic ginger dumbledore. also a hufflepuff <3 this dude just wants to fucking coast along, getting good grades and not participating in the dumb shit that could probably get him killed (even though he would in a heartbeat if his friends were in danger. duh). he'd be a teacher's favorite, probably having conversations with his favorite teachers during free time. okay ik this isn't technically at school, but i swear to god he would be dumbledore one day. like he would be the chill ass headmaster who gets shit done while also being very la di da life is nice flowers are pretty type of person. that being said, his favorite candy is and has been lemon drops ever since dumbledore got him addicted to them. his favorite classes would be potions (he'd surprisingly get along well with snape) and he'd just be great and mixing shit right and just knowing how much of stuff to add in ("how much powdered root do i add?" "about three and a half shakes." "that's not a measurement, meeks." "*shrug* it works"). he'd stick with his small friend group and love them to death, but he'd be a friend to all really. he'll help anyone that comes to him asking for help with homework (and though he won't admit it, he gets super prideful when it's someone a few years ahead of him).

stick (muggle born): harry potter if harry potter could've been more harry potter. like he would just be a part of everything and end up being part of some prophecy that demands he'd save the world and at first he'd be like HEY i'm just a small boy but then he'd grit his teeth and finesse the shit out of this preventing the end of days stuff. he'd definitely be a gryffindor, and fucking proud of it. he'd be the seeker on the quidditch team because he is so short and small and yeah he'd fucking kill it there. he'd kind of be the shy one no one expected much from, but once he starts absolutely wrecking the shit out of the other houses' quidditch teams, he'd become sorta popular? like people would invite him to parties and stuff and he's too nice to say no, but he'd mostly just hang around the outskirts, saying hi to the other poets if he saw them and mostly talking to chris and ginny (danburry, not weasley). he'd like defense against the dark arts and minerva mcgongiall would become his literal mother i can't explain it. he'd have an owl as a pet and treat it like it was his own child, telling it thank you every time it brought his mail or took his mail. as for candy, he'd like drooble's bubble gum because the bubbles are all magic and shit and i just feel like that would make him so happy <3

chris (pure blood): the older sister lesbian <3 she'd be a sweet hufflepuff who would be friends with everyone while also being the greatest socialite the school has ever seen. you know that party that practically the entire school attended and talked about for months on end? she planned that shit. she'd be like pitts in the respect that she'd help all the first years find their way in the school and in life in general. she's just such a warm and kind person that everyone would love her. she's have a little pink pygmy puff to match ginny's purple one, and she'd give it such a perfect, human name like lila or something. she'd be great at muggle studies and all the teachers would love her. also every one is so invested in her relationship with ginny it's adorable. he favorite candy is acid pops even though they make her eyes water like crazy. she'd make pretty good grades, every once in a while getting one slightly lower than she'd expected, but she always manages to bring them up to her satisfactory level :) she would not play quidditch, but she would go all out to support ginny, even though they're in different houses. that's what i call love, baby.

ginny (half blood): the mom lesbian <3 she's a ravenclaw and also one of the sweetest people in the whole school. while chris helps other with the social aspect, ginny will help anyone in any subject they need help with (she and meeks are a help duo on this). she's quieter and less social than chris, but she's one of the best chasers the ravenclaw quidditch team has ever seen. she'd end up team captain by fifth of sixth year. she'd be like oliver wood in that she is sO invested in the team's success that at sometimes she'll go a bit crazy, but chris is always there to help her put things back into perspective <3. she'd make stellar grades of course, being good friends with all of her teachers. her favorite candy would be the sweetest things like fairy floss. as previously stated, she'd have a purple pygmy puff to match chris's pink one, and she'd also give it an adorable human name like lisa or something. ginny's just sweet to everyone, especially neil and his friends.

I DID IT. IT TOOK FOREVER AND A FEW HAIL MARYS BUT I DID IT. enjoy besties <3 love u all

[mehbzz]

This is an attempt at some A/B/O fanfic for the chocobros, highly completely inspired by  @weebsinstash They have an isekai reader dropped into A/B/O Insomnia AU that is just amazing and I love it. Actually I love all their thirst ideas! If you like yandere/abo/any other darkcontent stuff, I highly recommend their blog. Their Hazbin Hotel Valentino stuff recently has been gold. I’m not a very good writer, but this fantasy has been stuck in my brain for weeks, so I had a go! It’s at a point where the bros have gone for gently pushing over reader’s boundaries to pretty much trampling all over them. It ends abruptly because I suck at endings! Female reader, 3some, A/B/O, smutty, control issues, dubcon (reader is going into like a pre-heat)  and yandere/possessive vibes.

You had been starving for the past 2 days. Despite Ignis giving you extra portions at dinner you still felt like you hadn’t eaten. The hunger pains and the occasional cramps had you more irritable than normal, snapping at the boys more often than not. The secret conversations and the glances when they thought you weren’t looking along with their smothering attention was also not helping your mood. Their attention was overwhelming at the best of times but the past few weeks had almost been unbearable. You still didn’t fully understand the implications and physical changes you were going through now that your status as an omega had been discovered, you just knew you hated it. Ignis was doing his best to explain things to you, he had spent more time talking with the doctor than you had, it had been a relief when he stepped in and offered to be your proxy when the explanations and questions had started getting too much.

The way the boys were treating you had changed, subtly at first but lately it was like living with babysitters 24/7. The constant physical contact had been hard to get used to, but now was even worse. Although to Noctis’ and Prompto’s credit they had backed off a little recently. All in all you were having a miserable few days. You knew deep down they were trying to help you, that this was, as they kept telling you, normal for them, but you were tired, hungry and frustrated. It was hard to think straight, and you wanted. That was the most frustrating thing, a deep gnawing want in your gut that you didn’t understand. You didn’t know what you wanted. Just that the fact you didn’t have it made you feel like crying.

You needed to sleep. You sighed; closing your eyes, as soon as you did you regretted it. With your eyes closed your senses focused on the scents swirling and mixing around your head, threatening to give you a headache. You had learnt to tell them apart, Noctis a lemony and sweet scent that reminded you of soda, and Prompto a soft floral scent. Ignis and Gladio seemed to fluctuate and mould together, a heady mix of lime, lilies and wood smoke, it was harder to distinguish them beyond the fact that they smelled really good. Ignis had retired to the tent a while ago and Noctis and Prompto were obviously going to be up for a while longer with the way they were still animatedly bickering over some handheld game Noct was playing. You could feel Gladio watching you intently from his chair on the opposite side of the small bonfire as you stood and made your way to the tent.

The t-shirt Gladio had lent you reached almost to your knees, and made a good nightshirt. Clothes were another thing that had made your list of irritations recently. Ignis had explained to you before that finding clothes to fit you while they were out was difficult and that all 4 of them were happy to lend you things until you returned to Insomnia, and you were grateful for that. However it was just another thing that you couldn’t choose for yourself, another thing the boys had somehow gained control of.

You curl up behind Ignis and are not surprised when Gladio joins you not long after. You hear him remove his jacket and lay down behind you. “You ok?” His question doesn’t shock you, despite your annoyance with the situation, you couldn’t deny the fact that Gladio and Ignis tried very hard to make sure you were looked after and comfortable even if the way they did it was overbearing at times. The urge to cry returns and you shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak. He sighs and scoots closer wrapping his arm lightly around your waist. “You’ll be ok” he whispers and despite your whirling emotions, you believe him, relaxing into his hold. “I got you”

It’s cosy, with Gladio wrapped around you and Ignis napping in front of you, their scents invading your lungs, lulling you into a calm contented mood. Even the low distant chatter from Noctis and Prompto is helping sooth you. For a while you just lay there, snug in Gladio’s arms, not quite dozing as his thumb strokes softly along the inside of your wrist. You can’t quite remember why you were so irritated before, although the unnamed want is still there, fizzing in your veins with every swirl of Gladio’s thumb, making you feel restless.

The warmth of his bare chest seeps through your thin nightshirt, it’s comforting and against your better judgement you feel yourself arching backwards slightly in to his touch. “You smell good” you murmur head tilting backward to run your nose lightly against his jaw. Gladio tenses and you think you have done something wrong, crossed one of those alpha/omega lines that they are always trying to teach you about, before he relaxes around you, arm curling tighter around your waist. “So do you baby” he nuzzles into the side of your neck. Your head lolls back; turning your face towards him you take a deep breath, inhaling his scent. He rumbles in response, a low deep vibration that sends a surprising shiver of arousal through you. He liked that. For some reason you like that, and without thinking you run your nails gently up his forearm as you inhale again.

He shifts closer and lets you nuzzle against his cheek. Another low rumble of approval and you realize with a start that you can feel his cock hard and heavy against the back of your thigh. He doesn’t give you chance to move before he is tilting your head further to the side so he can run his tongue runs across your neck inhaling you in return as he does. You squirm, trying to resist the urge to grind back against him; a sudden rush of panic that this was suddenly escalating way too fast. You open your mouth to protest but he shushes you, another calming rumble from deep in his chest, his hand spreading under your shirt across your ribs to tug you flush against him “Relax Omega,” he presses soft fluttery kisses over the shell of your ear “Let your alpha take care of you”. You hate that, hate it when they call you Omega instead of your name but this time, with Gladio pressed against you, his voice low and gravelly in your ear, it has you biting back a moan and your pussy clenching hard around nothing. “You like that? Being my omega?” You surprise yourself with the annoyed growl that escapes your throat at the title again but it quickly dissolves into a whimper when Gladio nips hard at the lobe of your ear in retaliation. “Behave”. The command tugs at something in your chest but all it does it make you press your thighs together, desperately trying to find some relief to the growing ache in your core. You are rapidly losing control of your thoughts, the part of you that had been wilfully pushing back against their attentions succumbing to the pheromones and desire filling the tent. You’re embarrassingly wet; you can feel it soaking through your panties to trickle down your thighs. Gladio’s next inhale has his breath hitching and a low growl escaping the back of his throat, sending another wave of desire through you and another trickle of wetness down your thighs. “Knew it,” he mutters against your neck “knew it was your heat”. You’re not sure what he means but you don’t care, you just need him to touch you. His hand rests against your abdomen, stroking the band of your panties but going no further despite the pleas falling from your lips. Gladio is moving slowly, grinding his cock gently against you. His breathing is fast and shallow against your neck and his kisses are more teeth, scraping gently over the crook of your neck. You moan quietly, trying your hardest to be quiet, to not disturb Ignis sleeping in front of you. “Say it baby, ask you alpha to touch you” “please” you say it immediately, a desperate whine but he doesn’t move. “Please, Alpha” he repeats, finger dipping ever so slowly beneath the waistband.

“Gladio” you respond, this time your growl is louder and the irritation in your tone obvious, your frustration getting the better of you He chuckles at your attempt at dominance, “I knew you’d be a brat” he nips hard again on your ear “going to enjoy working that out of you later” he hums as he slides his hand under the waistband of your panties to stroke gently over your clit. “I’ll be lenient this time” The needy whine that escapes you when he touches you is embarrassingly loud, and you barely register the way Ignis’ shoulders tense at the sound, his scent growing stronger around you, mixing with Gladio’s until you feel like you are drowning in them. “We should stop, I don’t…” your words are breathless, brain feeling sluggish but he doesn’t stop. “Ig…” your words cut off with a hiss as Gladio presses hard against your clit, “He won’t mind baby, he likes to watch”

“Fuck,” he hisses, “you’re so wet for me” Letting his fingers swirl down teasing your entrance before sliding out of your panties completely to tug them further down your thighs. “Off” it’s another command, more a growl than a word and you comply instantly, only just kicking them off round your ankle before he is hooking your leg over his calf and his fingers are back against your clit. His teeth rake across the sensitive skin of your neck and the sudden desire to have him closer has you tilting your head further to the side, giving him more access. The sharp edges of his teeth press harder at your skin and you can’t stop the plea for more that escapes you. You’re not even sure what it is you are asking for, only that you want it so badly it hurts.

“Gladiolus” The tone is sharp, reprimanding and you shrink a little at hearing it, even though you know it’s not directed at you. Gladio huffs but moves away from your neck with a petulant “what?” Ignis scent is strong, his eyes almost completely black as his gaze follows the line of Gladio’s arm down to where it rests between your thighs. You shiver in response, nipples hardening and peaking through your t-shirt, your body responding to the alpha in front of you. “She’s going into heat,” Gladio says, his fingers not stopping the soft little circles around your clit. “She needs us” Ignis’ eyes slide up over your face before his gaze returns between your legs. He takes a long inhale, breathing in your scent as he watches Gladio stroke you.

Ignis shifts closer, his warm hand reaching out to rest on your hip before sliding up under your t-shirt to cup your breast, his thumb gently caressing over your nipple. “Is that right darling? You need us? You want your alphas to take care of you?” His hand slowly sliding back down your body to join Gladio’s between your thighs and inhales again “You smell divine, darling. So wet and desperate for us.” His finger follows Gladio’s as they both swirl gently around your clit before he strokes through your folds to gently push inside you. The groan that escapes him has you clenching hard around him “So tight darling, you would take our cocks so well”. Your moan is eclipsed by Gladio’s as his hips start to rock against you again. “Would you like that?” Ignis continues, “Letting us knot you darling? Letting us fill you with our cum?” He sighs “Letting us breed you?” Gladio moans loud against your ear at that and grinds his hips harder against you. You see Ignis’ lips twitch slightly in a barely concealed smile and you wonder briefly if the dirty talk is aimed at you or Gladio before Ignis slips another finger inside you and you momentarily forget how to breathe. Between Ignis’ and Gladio’s expert touches you feel yourself racing quickly towards your peak. Ignis’ gaze keeps flicking between watching your face and back down between your legs, the clear approval on his face as you fuck yourself on his fingers makes you feel incredibly proud. “Will you cum for us?” he breathes out, sliding closer to brush his lips over yours as he speaks. You open your mouth to reply but instead Ignis kisses you hard, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his fingers flex and stroke inside you. You’re so close. Everything about them is overwhelming, sandwiched between them their presence smothers every thought except the desperate need to cum.  Ignis’ fingers press deep, coaxing you towards orgasm in perfect time with Gladio’s rough caress across your clit. You feel drunk on their pheromones, you know full well Noctis and Prompto can hear everything perfectly with their enhanced hearing, from the way you are shamelessly grinding back against Gladio’s cock to the lurid wet sounds between your legs as you fuck yourself on Ignis’ fingers, but you don’t care. “Cum for us omega” Ignis repeats, sounding breathless but otherwise his usual calm collected self. He curls a third finger inside you, and it's almost too much, but the painful stretch pushes you closer to orgasm. Gladio’s moans and growls against your ear are almost as loud as yours. He’s rutting against you now, forcing Ignis’ fingers deeper with each rough thrust against your ass. “Cum for your alphas baby” The command in his voice is undeniable, so you do. Back arching, your orgasm flooding through you so hard you see stars. Clenching and convulsing hard around Ignis fingers you clutch at his shoulders, a desperate need to anchor yourself as his fingers fuck you through the aftershocks.  You want him closer, you need him closer. Burying your face into the side of his neck, the guttural moan that escapes him as you dig your teeth into his shoulder almost pushing you over the edge again. Gladio’s hand leaves your clit to grip harshly over your breast, a grip you know is going to leave bruises, and you distantly think it would hurt if you weren’t so lost in your post orgasm haze. He ruts against you hard once before he growls loud, hips stuttering as he cums in his pants, body flush against yours, mumbled praises of good girl, good omega whispered into your hair as he slowly comes down from his high. Ignis brushes his lips over yours in a gentle kiss before he slides his fingers from your pussy with a quiet groan. “Lemme taste” Gladio’s voice is strained, his words slightly slurred, and you feel a fresh wave of arousal as you watch Gladio suck Ignis’ fingers in to his mouth with a greedy moan. You feel the shudder from Ignis as Gladio swirls his tongue around Ignis’ slick coated fingers. “You taste so good baby,” he groans as your taste floods across his tongue, “can’t wait to taste you properly”

The whine that escapes your throat as Gladio finally pulls away has him grinning, “Relax baby, I’ll be right back. Need to grab something to clean up.” He pushes you forward towards Ignis before standing and slipping out of the tent.

“It’s ok darling, I’ve got you.” coos Ignis. He looks at you and gently brushes a lock of hair away from your face, a soft smile forming on his lips. “You did so well,” he presses a kiss to your forehead, “Such a good little omega for us.” You can’t find it in yourself to be annoyed by the title this time. You feel exhausted and the praise feels good. You snuggle closer, a happy purr involuntarily slipping out of your chest that has Ignis responding to in kind. He kisses your shoulder, lips trailing up over your neck before he shifts to lie back down on the sleeping bag, pulling you to rest against his chest. The whispered and murmured praises of how proud he is of you, and how they will look after you when your heat properly hits sift lazily through your mind, the word ‘claim’ makes something in your chest leap a little with a mixture of dread and excitement, but you’re too lost in your hazy exhausted state to really understand what Ignis is saying. You feel good, deliciously sore, your breast still aching slightly from Gladio’s grip but you feel happy. “Is she purring??” You can hear the surprise in Gladio’s voice when he returns, but you can’t find the energy to respond. Already half asleep the effort needed to correct him is too much. People don’t purr, you can’t purr. However the warmth radiating of Gladio as he sits back down behind you coaxes a sleepy happy little chirp from you and you feel rather than hear Ignis’ slight chuckle. “Where’d she bite?” Gladio’s voice is quiet, you struggle to hear it and although you feel Ignis chest rumble with his reply you can’t make out the words. Did you hurt him? “pity, would’ve been easier,” he pauses, “she won’t be happy about this tomorrow, y’ know” Gladio’s voice is a quiet, odd mixture of guilty and happy but Ignis doesn’t reply beyond a low hum of acknowledgment and the slow beat of his heart as he falls asleep lulls you gently into a doze. That annoying little purr slips from your chest again in satisfaction. “You’re cute when you purr omega” Gladio’s voice is smug in your ear and your sleepy annoyed growl in response only makes him laugh quietly. “Brat” He whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your ear before he finally settles down behind you, arm sliding back around your waist.

[sergeantsporks]

Trust is a Poison

Ch 4: Another Point of View

Ch 1-3

“Edaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—”

Eda reached out and pinched Hooty’s beak shut. “Do not. Scream my name like that. What.”

Hooty coughed up a piece of paper, unrolling it with his beak. “Lulu’s in danger!”

“What are you-?”

Lilith Clawthorne

Wanted for murder.

“WHAT?!”

Eda jumped for her crystal ball, setting up a connection to her mother’s house. “Pick up, pick up, pick—”

“Edalyn!”

“Mom! Please tell me Lilith’s there right now!”

“She’s not, sweetheart, I don’t know where she is, I’m guessing you’ve seen—”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it, what happened?!”

“I don’t know! She went out for potion ingredients, and the next thing I knew, coven scouts were banging on my door demanding to know where she’d gone! Do you think there’s anything you could do to find her?”

“Yeah, I’ll see what I can do. Thanks, Mom.”

Eda ended the call and popped her knuckles. “Okay. Hooty, do you know where Lilith put the leftover ingredients from the scrying spell?”

“But those are supposed to be for locations, not moving—”

“Not for moving targets, I know, but since when have I played by the rules? Ingredients. Now.”

Hooty snaked out of the living room for a minute, then came barging back in with the cauldron and leftover potion elements. Eda pulled out her book. “Alright, so we want to see a person instead of a place. It’s about will, about mental image—that’s why Lilith could get us a peek into the emperor’s keep, but I couldn’t. I don’t know the place well enough. But I DO know my sister well enough, so this should be a breeze.”

Eda’s hands flew over the ingredients, measuring, mixing, and boiling. All the while, she kept a clear image of Lilith in her head.

What have you gotten yourself into?

The potion fizzed, then started to focus.

The door slammed open.

“EDA!” Luz yelled.

“Lilith’s on the run, I know, I’m trying to find her.”

“She killed Hunter!”

Eda bit her lip, willing the potion to hone in on Lilith faster. “Who?”

“The golden guard, the bad but sad boy, the head of the emperor’s coven—all that!”

Eda jumped, nearly knocking over the potion. “She did WHAT?!”

“I mean—that’s what Amity said, and what the coven scout who stopped me to ask about her said, and—”

“You got stopped by a coven scout? What did you tell them?”

“That I didn’t know where she was, but Eda—”

“Luz. Look at me. There is no way that my sister actually offed the brat. No way.” Or would she? No, she wouldn’t have even had the opportunity. But if she did… No. What was she thinking? Her sister was many things, but a killer wasn’t one of them. Still, a niggling voice in the back of her head whispered that she didn’t truly know what Lilith was capable of.

The potion finally cleared, and Eda peered into it.

All she could see was a blonde head, and a scarred face.

“Ah, beans, Luz, all your talking about the nerd made me lose focus! Potion’s focused on him, now!”

Luz crowded in for a closer look. “That means he’s alive! Look, see, he’s breathing!”

“Doesn’t look too good,” Eda commented, “But if he’s alive, then why are they going around blaming Lilith for killing him?”

“I don’t know, but I bet it’s Kikimora’s fault.”

“She does hate him,” Eda agreed thoughtfully.

“We have to show this potion to the coven scouts! Otherwise they won’t stop chasing Lilith!”

“Yeah, let’s see, the convicted’s sister made a scrying potion that shows that the victim is actually alive, but doesn’t have any useful information like where he or the accused is. That’ll go well.”

“We can’t just do nothing!”

“Lilith can handle herself, and if the nerd is alive, then this’ll all be cleared up in a few days. I don’t like sitting doing nothing either, but there isn’t a lot we can do because unless Lilith contacts us, I don’t have a clue where she is. Just wait.”

Xxx

Days trickled by, and the wanted posters didn’t go down. A eulogy was held for the golden guard. Eda wanted to tear her hair out—

He’s still alive!

What! Is! Happening!

It was the shriek of joy from Hooty that first alerted her. The door was thrown open. Lilith was dumped in a heap on the floor, Hooty curled around her, sobbing while she gently patted his head. And right behind her was Hunter, looking a little peaky, but definitely alive.

“Hey, Lili, I think something stuck to your skirt and got dragged here.”

“Don’t be crass,” Lilith chided, “Hunter’s staying with me now.”

“Oh, is he?”

“Got a problem with it?” he snapped.

“Little bit. Namely the part where you’re a filthy dirty emperor’s lackey, aaaaaaaand the entire world thinks you’re dead. And that Lilith killed you.”

“That’s the point,” Lilith cut in smoothly, “If they think he’s dead, they won’t try to get him back.”

“Yeah, but that leaves you in the lurch! Breaking the law is all very well and good, and I’d encourage it, but you’re going to get yourself killed for a crime you didn’t commit!”

“Awwww, look who’s worried about me.”

“Little worried about him turning on you.”

Hunter flushed red. “I’m not going to turn on her!”

“We… came to an understanding,” Lilith interjected, “And… I’m confident he won’t betray me.”

Eda crossed her arms. “Oh, yeah? Let me tell you about an ‘understanding’ he and bossy boots Blight came to at Eclipse Lake, and how well that turned out for her.”

“I won’t hurt Lilith,” Hunter piped up, “We… work well together.”

Hooty sniffed. “Lulu’s all grown up! Getting kids of her own!”

“About kids…” Lilith started, “We’ve got a little mission for Luz, if she’s willing.”

“She’s at school right now. You run it through me, first.”

“My palisman.” Hunter blinked, swallowing. “I want to get it back from the keep. But if anyone sees me, this—” he gestured between himself and Lilith, “—all ends. I… was hoping Luz could help?”

“You’re not putting Luz in danger.”

He drooped. “O-oh.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Lilith promised him.

Eda held up one finger. “But! I might be willing to lend a hand.”

“You’d do that?” Lilith asked.

“Yeah, sure. He’s your kid and everything now, isn’t he?” Eda grinned a sharklike grin. “Why don’t we have a little aunt-and-nephew bonding time? Prove I can trust you not to stab my sister in the back.” She held out a hand. “What do you say, nerd? Deal?”

He eyed her for a second, then shook her hand. “Deal. But I am not calling you Aunt Eda.”

[rattlerinthewheel]

Fruit Bat: Scud/Reader

He should know better than to irritate the vampire that’s already pissed, wounded, and starving—so you teach him.

For the Kinky Things Happen bingo square: vampires and discipline, at @pandoratriestowritestuff’s request for some Scud. Credit to them and @phoenixblack89, who talked about Scud getting spanked and choking on a donut, for the respective scenes.

- - -

You’re still pissed at him.

But it’s hard to give him the silent treatment when you need to get at the junk around the tables. Move, pass me that wrench, throw me that wire, is dry and distant, work-related; but turn that shit down, quit spewing crumbs, stop grabbing me, and other growls that aren’t related to the tech you’re fiddling with get read as some sign—to keep doing those things, but that’s sure not what your glares should be saying.

Well, it isn’t a surprise that he’s being a dumbass about it. A moron about a lot of shit, lately, the bandage on your arm can vouch for that. And it was an accident, sure, you wouldn’t usually blame him for aiming that UV flashlight at anything that swarmed at him on a job; but he’d been high and you’d called out a warning, dammit, and he still got you with it. Burned like a motherfucker, like acid.

His apology was huffed, high-sluggish, and rank like the shitty weed he’d been toking.

Maybe he’s realizing you’re really pissed, content with just your hand as company for a few days, because you haven’t taken a break even once from this group project—a net of UV panels you can drape over the van; they stay off for now, obviously—to get your hands down his pants, or his down yours.

But Josh—Scud’s dumb, and it pisses him off to be called Josh, so of course that’s what you call him—is definitely high, not as sharp as he’d otherwise be, and his logic is coming from his dick today. His brain would be screaming at him to not agitate the vampire that’s wounded and pissed.

He’s prodded at you the whole damn night so far, brushing your groin to grab a tool there’s fifteen more of scattered around that he can get to, angling his head in a way that makes the churning veins under too damn tempting, flat-out groping your ass when his first two tactics don’t get him anything more than warning hisses.

Except when he decides he doesn’t like a particular hiss you give, too much teeth for his liking, because when his hand drops from where it’s gotten in a squeeze it claps right back down across the ass cheek it grabbed. Fucking hard, too; "make peace, not war" your ass.

You whirl where he’s scrambling back to his side of the room, giggling, hands raised with his palms out like he can call a truce. Like he hasn’t been doing this shit all night and your hisses and menaced fangs are supposed to be equals, or something.

Well, they aren’t. And you feel like cashing in some payback.

"C’mon, baby, lighten up!" trails his getaway while you give chase. You don’t run after him, but Josh stumbles and darts around like you are. It’s one of the oldest hunting tactics, just following, while the prey tires itself out trying to get away. Vampires don’t need to use it, you could just as easily catch up, even with a bandaged arm.

But Josh wants to goddamn play, so you’ll follow suit. For now.

Smoker’s lungs, stoner’s, don’t let him keep it up as long as a guy his age could. Josh staggers, stumbles a last time like his clothes weigh fifty pounds, and drops on the steps up to another part of the workshop. By his couch and TV, the little nest he’s made for himself, and you don’t think that’s accidental; but you don’t plan to move things to that shitty couch, not anytime soon.

You walk right up to him, and Josh goddamn grins, leaning back on his hands and spreading his legs like he’s offering himself up like a damn meal. He’s still got one of those shitty donuts, and he takes a bite, still grinning, and flicks a crumb at your leg.

"You’re a child," you growl, getting a whiff of syrup lactic acids, probably burning his calves like battery; iron thumped in and out of his heart, jumping in his throat, flushing his face; that damn weed turning everything earthy, chalky like loam, but still good.

"I’m a delight," spews more crumbs with another giggle. "Besides, baby, you love it."

You do—when you aren’t pissed at him. "Love to kick your ass," you huff, toeing the step by his foot.

His hum makes you swallow. Fucking thirsty, you are, and that’s just the worst kind of trifecta for Josh to be near right now: starved, pissed, and wounded. Your nerves are shot, and his chase didn’t tire you, but it sure as shit reminded you of what hunts are supposed to take care of. And his hum, that sounds vaguely like a dying, helpless churr from a punctured throat...

Shit.

But the hum bubbles into a chuckle, as you’re stepping away to beat it and get back to work—so Blade doesn’t have you to stake and Josh to mend, or a drained corpse to bury—when you get a lazy kick to your calf and a teasing, "The little fruit bat running away? Afraid I’ll smack him again?"

You’re starving, agitated, and your arm throbs. It’s not a nickname you hate, but it sets off something.

You stop, turn back slowly, and flick your eyes to either side to make sure you won’t be skewered by stray junk out of place. All clear, so you skulk up, schooling your face into a careful, bland look that puts Josh on edge more than a scowl.

"Ain’t my ass about to get smacked, boy," is throttled with a snap of fangs and a low pounce, and Josh can only drop the fucking donut and yelp as you tackle him.

He gets a bit of ground, because his hand clamps right down on the bandages, making you bark at the bolt of pain. It’s been longer since your last drink than you admitted to Blade, before he left, and that doesn’t help. But Blade would’ve had you come with, otherwise, and you figured dealing with Josh was worth getting the panels for the van closer to field testing.

Because as much as you want to skitter up the wall and drop Josh from the rafters, most days, you don’t want to get back to the van and find a drained, stoner-sized juice box.

So it’s a little ironic that he’s sprawled over your legs, when the scuffle’s over. It’s not what you intended—to pin him to his stomach, straddle, and give a few smacks before letting him go—but you sort yourselves out. First Josh, and you wrap an arm over his waist to keep him down; then yourself, and you sit up properly so his ass is right where you want it.

These days, child rearing isn’t what you were accustomed to, and Josh doesn’t figure it out until he feels your hand settle across the seat of his cargo pants. "No fuckin’ way," is half telling, half laughing, and the weed probably has something to do with that second part.

Because the first part’s not amused, but just in case he doesn’t get it across that he’s not thrilled to be pinned this way, Josh starts trying to buck off your lap.

"Yes fucking way," you hiss, and your hand cracks down over his right cheek.

It’s loud, even for his human hearing, and goes off like a shotgun blast. Josh twists his head back, huffing. The scowl he tries to give doesn’t have the kind of impact he hopes for, when it twitches at the second swat you land, right over the same spot. Harder than the first, because you won’t have him scowling at you, goddamn brat.

"Hope you know how to sleep with one eye open," cracks when you get a handful of flesh, quieter when he hangs his head. The pants are thin, and you feel the warmth from the swats, hell, hear the blood fizz under the surface. "Get you back for this."

You frown, not at the threat, but another rush of blood you hear. Feel, even better, in your lap.

You growl and throw a withering look his way, because fucking seriously? "You gettin’ hardover this?"

You hear the bones grind, Josh gritting his teeth, when you give the spot you’ve hit twice now a slow rub. Christ, he is, and he’s halfway there by the time you’ve rubbed enough circles into the warmed skin that you have to strain to hear the fizzing blood. You should’ve guessed he was into this, not like he doesn’t rile you up to pin or chase him anyway, this even makes sense.

The swipe to his left thigh is sudden, vampire speed but not strength because you aren’t that cruel. Your ears perk at the sound it gets, when the crack settles again, but before you can ask if he’s fine you feel his thigh rise up into your hand. You can’t help but scoff, because Christ’s sake, you weren’t trying to get frisky with him—and that ship’s goddamn sailed, because you’re helping him get hard.

You’re getting hard, too, can’t be a hypocrite about that. Josh feels it, pushing up into his side, and when he twists his head back again he’s flushed and his mouth’s open. His eyes are glazed over, brow’s furrowed, you think, but it’s hard to tell with the mop of hair in the way. Dammit,and you get a handful of his shirt in your striking hand to keep him from toppling over, and unwrap the other to push the hair off his face.

You can hear his sigh just fine, but it thrums into your fingers where you keep them pushed into his scalp, warm, damp from work and running from you. "Done already, baby? Maybe we can switch," buzzes up your arm.

Shit. You aren’t excited for that, because if he’s going to get you back he’s damn well working for it. But you can feel him reacting to you, swamping your senses; a whine when your fingers curl in the bangs before combing out, his hips shimmying when your arm loops over again, the muscles of his hide clenching as you drag down his pants and boxers.

That last one gets a sharp breath that’s followed up with a sharper swat. You suck in a gasp yourself and tighten your arm, giving your hard-on friction to grind off of, as you run your fingertips over the barely-pink skin. Warm, hot, without the fabric, and it fizzles louder like damn fireworks, when you drop your palm over the left cheek.

"Baby? Not getting any, uh, urges? Know I look good ‘nough to eat normally, but—"

"Shut up," you snarl, and then you’re smacking him again.

It’s anger at this bullshit, your injury, your arm throbbing as Josh twitches against the hold you just double down on when you start laying down swats quick and hard. He could’ve killed you, and he was too damn high to realize it, to apologize, still hasn’t.

But it’s some twisted fascination, too, watching the barely-pink go hot pink, white in the beat after a blow before it blooms darker, then red. You hear the blood fizz, pop, and simmer with each shade the flesh darkens to. Ass goes slower than the thighs, more meat to them, and that reminds you that there’s something to grab so you do. Not after every swat, just to give you both a breather, and you groan when you peel your hand off each time and a five-fingered print flares white before reddening again.

"Hope you choke on those damn donuts," you groan, throaty, when you realize your aim goes off because Josh is rutting into your damn lap. "Quit moving, lemme."

He goes rigid when you grab a hot thigh and spread him open, shift him right so his cock isn’t snug against your leg, and start to stroke. Cruelly slow, but it’s not like he’s getting out of this without some discipline. But you wouldn’t exactly mind doing this again, either...

"No one’s dead, then?"

Josh yelps and finally does buck off your lap. You let him, falling in a heap with his pants still down to his knees, because you’re too busy cringing back from the circle of UV light pointed at the floor. On concrete, not too close to the steps, but you’ve had enough of that wicked light as it is.

Blade doesn’t look bothered by Josh’s undressed, red ass, or the wet spot he left on your jeans. Neither of you finished, just pre-cum, but you’re not keeping a nose or ear out to scent or hear if Josh does by accident in the scramble. You’ve got something else on your mind, that wicks away the lust and anger and drags hunger up your throat so fast you’re dizzy.

The IV bag’s tossed to you, torn into and drained in the time it takes Blade to fish out another from his bag. You hear the flashlight go off and pounce out onto concrete to burrow into the second one he gives over, then growl for the third you can smell when he doesn’t offer it.

"There a problem?"

Your growl sputters, and Josh must’ve gotten his pants back up because he draws attention to himself now. "All good, B. Just looking for some shit for the panels."

Blade doesn’t ask what shit required Josh’s nose being two inches from the lowest step, or being over your lap while he looked, but you go deaf to what they do talk about when the third bag’s thrown your way. By the time you finish, wiggling the puncture marks over your yawning mouth to get the last drop, Blade’s gone and Josh’s face wrinkles.

"Oh, now you don’t want to bother me?" you purr, all fangs, your arm hardly aching and your throat good and wet.

"Shit, dude, would table manners kill you?"

You purr louder, a chuckle, as Josh turns away and goes to hide on his couch with his TV. Close to dawn, anyway, and it’s better to have two pairs of hands for the panels. At least that’s what Josh will tell Blade, probably, if he asks why he isn’t working on it in the morning when you’re sleeping. You’re betting on Blade either calling him out, saying a sore ass doesn’t mean a day off, or just letting it slide. He’s not stranger to vampire strength, even if it’s never been applied to his ass.

Well, Josh can tell him all about it, and you wipe the blood off your face, purr throttling in a real laugh, as Josh decides to lay down on his stomach while he fumbles with the TV.

"Gonna get you back," he reminds you.

In the dim, barely-lit room, with just some cartoon to flick pale tones over the dark space, you lurk over and crawl up onto the back of the couch, balancing on your side, so you can lick your fingers clean and run them through his hair. You tune out the shitty TV to hone in on his blood, calming down, still sputtering around his warm ass. It’s white noise you lose yourself in, purring at his swears when he shifts and agitates the flesh.

[yellowsuitcase]

The Niffler // Draco Malfoy

A/N: I’m really happy with how this turned out! It took me a good three hours to write and I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: A niffler got loose in the Slytherin common room. Draco and Y/N get into an argument. Angst and fluff follow.

Warning(s): Swearing

Word Count: 2.5k

Draco grabbed Y/N’s hand as they made their way to the Great Hall to get some morning tea as well as sausages, eggs, and toast. His ring brushed up against her middle finger, the cold metal shocking to the touch. She turned her head to admire her boyfriend’s handsome side profile. He sensed her eyes on him. Draco smirked and, without warning, went in for a sweet kiss. Y/N let out a small surprised squeal but eagerly kissed him back. Draco began to deepen the kiss, Y/N pulled away. 

“As much as I’d love to snog you all day long—” her stomach growled, “I’m starving. And you have terrible morning breath, love.” 

Draco sputtered, his soft expression turning into a perplexed and shocked one. Y/N simply giggled and dragged him to breakfast.

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Y/N rushed into Greenhouse Three; she’d only just made it in time. As she took her spot at the table, she made a mental note to scold Draco later. Professor Sprout was going on about dittany, and Y/N was trying to pay attention, but a teary-eyed Pansy Parkinson was rather distracting. 

“Pansy!” She whisper-yelled. “Pansy, what’s wrong?”

“Ms. Y/L/N, would you like to tell me the three uses of dittany?” Professor Sprout called out. 

Y/N felt her face turn crimson. Luckily, her mother became a Herbologist after working at the Ministry in the Department of Magical Transportation. 

“Dittany can be used in potion-making, healing magic, and a dittany stalk can be used as a wand core,” Y/N answered. Professor Sprout simply nodded, “Correct, 5 points to Slytherin.”

With Professor Sprout off her back, Y/N was able to speak to Pansy. 

“My necklace is missing. It was a summer gift from my father,” Pansy said while wiping away a tear. Almost all her mascara had been washed away.

“A summer gift? Your father gave you a necklace just because it was sum—” Y/N stopped herself realigned her focus on the problem at hand. “Where did you last see it?”

“I put it on my nightstand last night, this morning it was gone. When I find out who stole it, I’ll hex them. I was thinking the horn tongue hex,” Pansy smirked, “That ought to teach them not to touch my possessions.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. She and Pansy weren’t really friends, but she still felt inclined to help her. Y/N knows that if her emerald choker, given to her by Draco as a birthday gift, had been stolen, she’d be just as upset as Pansy, albeit a bit less.

“Who would’ve stolen your necklace, Pansy?”

“I’ve got no clue, who would do that to me? I mean everyone loves me, I don’t understand!”

Y/N eyes widened as she stared at the empty plant pot in front of her. Surely Pansy wasn’t this thick, was she? If she genuinely believes everyone loves her, she’s got observation skills to develop.

Y/N inhaled through her nose and out through her mouth before asking, “What does it look like? I’ll keep an eye out for it.”

“It’s got three diamonds on each side, with a sapphire gem in the center.”

Y/N nodded and shifted her focus back to her Professor.

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Draco spotted his girl from across the hall. She was waiting in their usual meeting spot, the bench outside the Transfiguration classroom. Most of the time, Y/N would have her eyes closed and her head propped against the wall, trying to get in a few moments of shut-eye since she had likely stayed up a few hours longer than she should have the night before. But today, Y/N’s eyes were wide open and scanning every student who walked past her.

The blonde boy weaved his way through the crowd of students and walked up to her.

“What’s got you so tense, love?” he asked as he put his hands on her shoulders, gently massaging them.

Y/N let out a sigh. “Pansy has lost her necklace. She believes it's been stolen. I told her I’d look out for it, but it seems nobody’s wearing any jewelry today.”

Draco frowned. “Since when do you care about Parkinson’s problems? Didn’t she bully you in year 2?”

“Yes, I suppose she did. But it’s been years, we’re young women now, and women help women.”

Draco smiled at his girlfriend’s feistiness and placed a kiss on the crown of her head. “That reminds me, Bulstrode’s been interrogating everyone in Apparition class about the whereabouts of her bracelet.”

“Millicent? That couldn't have been fun.”

“It wasn’t.” 

Just then, Blaise Zabini walked up to the pair, making an effort to avoid Y/N’s eyes, “Malfoy,” he said while looking around suspiciously, “Have you seen my pocket watch anywhere? It’s been stolen.”

Y/N and Draco shared a look. “Haven’t seen it no. How do you know it was stolen?” Draco asked as he removed his hands from Y/N’s shoulders.

“I don’t simply misplace things, Malfoy. Someone had to have stolen it while I was distracted.”

“Well, we haven’t seen it, but we’ll keep an eye out.” Y/N said with a smile the quickly diminished when she heard Blasie’s next words.

“No matter, I’m certain it must’ve been one of your mudblood friends.” He glared at Y/N as he spoke. Very clearly conveying his disapproval of Y/N’s mingling with muggle-born Hogwarts students. 

Y/N visibly shrunk under his fierce gaze. “Watch it, Zabini," Draco spat. He was not enjoying the way Zabini was talking to his girl. 

Zabini said nothing more. He turned on his heel and walked off.

Draco sighed. “Sorry about him, darling.”

Y/N scoffed. “Why are you apologizing? Just a year or two ago, you would’ve agreed with him. Hell, you probably would’ve called me blood traitor every day; you were an arse. I mean, honestly, I still marvel at the fact you were able to stop being a git. What did make you decide to stop bullying everyone who didn’t think purebloods were superior? Huh?”

Draco stood speechless. Y/N was practically fuming, her pupils had shrunk, and her ears were bright red. He looked at her, his hurt expression catching her off guard. She blinked quickly as she realized what she’d just said to him. Her feet stumbled backward, and she took off down the hallway, leaving Draco standing alone as the clock tower bell rang, signaling the beginning of class.

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Y/N felt like utter, for lack of a better word, shit. She couldn’t believe she had said all those nasty things to Draco. Thank Merlin it was the last class of the day; after Charms with Professor Flitwick, she’d be able to take a relaxing soak in the Prefect’s Bath. One of her close friends was a Head Girl and would tell Y/N the password to the bathroom if she ever asked.

Y/N heard mumbles behind her. 

“I heard they got into an argument.”

“She really went in on him, he looked shocked, he did.”

“He deserved it that scum bag.”

Y/N turned in her chair, facing the people who were whispering, and twirled her wand between her fingers. Silently suggesting her capabilities. “Can I help you?” She asked while batting her eyelashes. The two Gryffindor students hastily shook their heads. Y/N nodded and turned back around, deciding to actually pay attention to Flitwick’s lecture on the Bubble Head Charm.

Soon enough, the bell rang, and Y/N dragged her feet, leaving the classroom. “Everything alright, Ms. Y/L/N?” Flitwick asked, concern lacing his voice.

“Yes, no need to worry, Professor. I’ll see you next week. I do hope you’ll allow us to practice the Bubble Head Charm in the lake.” 

Professor Flitwick didn’t look entirely convinced, but he smiled and nodded nonetheless.

As she turned the corner, Y/N could sense something was wrong. She surveyed the crowd, searching for someone she knew. A flash of red caught her eye. Fred Weasley. She ran towards him, the crowd whispering as she weaved through them.

“Fred!” she called as she waved her hand. “Fred!” 

He heard her call, “Ah Y/N, what’s up?”

Y/N breathed heavily, catching her breath before asking Fred, “Something’s wrong, what’s happened? Is Draco alright?”

“Take it, easy mate, he’s alright, he’s only lost his ring.”

Y/N felt her heart sink. Draco was quite fond of his Slytherin ring. He was likely not very happy to have lost it, especially after their altercation. She knew she needed to find her boyfriend.

“Thanks, Fred, got to go, see you!”

Fred chuckled as he watched her run off to the dungeons. “Good luck!” He called after her. But she was already out of earshot, adrenaline running through her veins. She was so focused on getting to the Slytherin common room, she hardly noticed she’d already run past it. Her feet skidded across the cold stone floor as she came to a halt. To her defense, it was easy to miss the entrance to the common room. It was a hidden passageway that only appeared when the password was said. Otherwise, it was a bare wall. 

Y/N stood anxiously outside the entrance. “Serpent,” she muttered. The wall moved to reveal a staircase leading down into the common room. Upon her entry, all eyes fell to her.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Y/N,” said Pansy, “Would you like to return our stuff, prat?” Some people snickered at her comment. 

“What do you mean? I haven’t stolen anything.”

“Of course, you haven’t. Draco, you agree with me, don’t you? It’s obvious she’s stolen my necklace, Millicent’s bracelet, Blaise’s pocket watch, and your ring. Is it not?”

Y/N’s eyes shifted to Draco. He was standing next to Blaise with his arms crossed, refusing to make eye contact with his girlfriend. 

“I can’t be sure,” he uttered.

“Draco, you know I wouldn’t,” Y/N said in desperation. She knew she looked bad.

“Prove it,” he said while lifting his eyes to glare at her.

 “Go on then, shake out your robes,” Pansy said. More laughter arose.

Y/N begrudgingly stripped her robe and held it in front of her. She pulled out the pockets, flipped it upside down. The only thing that fell out was two pieces of Fizzing Whizbees, a sherbet ball that made you float a few feet off the ground. It was her guilty pleasure. 

Pansy’s smirk lessened. “Well, you could have hid—”

She was cut short as Professor Snape and Hagrid came bursting into the common room. Snape looked very irritated as he glanced at Hagrid, who took that as his cue to speak. 

“I ‘ave reason ter believe a niffler ‘as gotten loose in ‘ere. I’ll need everyone ter help search fer the little guy.”

Pansy’s face turned red with embarrassment. It was apparent now who the culprit was. Nifflers were known for their excellent treasure locating skills. They’re always on the hunt for shiny objects, of which the Slytherin students had many. 

Y/N felt relief flow through her. Her name was cleared, but now they had a new task, find the niffler, as well as the items it stole.

They searched for what felt like hours. Millicent had found her bracelet and Blaise his pocket watch. Pansy’s necklace and Draco’s ring were still missing. Y/N was currently searching through a wooden cupboard. As she was lifting the random items within it, she came across something shiny. Upon further investigation, she realized she’d found the ring. Excitement rushed through her as she yelled, “Found it!”

Only she wasn’t the only one to have yelled. Turning around, she saw Draco holding the little niffler by the scruff of its neck. It was squirming in his grip. Swiftly, he grabbed its foot and gave it a shake, out fell his ring, which he quickly caught and pocketed.

Anger flashed behind his eyes, “I’ll kill this filthy rat,” he said as he raised his wand. Just as he opened his mouth to curse the niffler, Y/N shouted, “Expelliarmus!”

Draco’s hawthorn wand was ripped from his hand and cast across the room. Most students took this as their cue to leave; they didn’t want to be caught in the middle of Draco’s rage. On her way out, Pansy snatched her necklace from Y/N’s hand.

Hagrid stumbled over to him and gently took the niffler from him. “Thank yeh, Y/N,” he said kindly. Y/N nodded, sad to see the little guy go. She was rather fond of nifflers. A fact Draco knew of. She gazed at him. He was seething as he thrust his ring back onto his finger. 

“Go on then, yell at me, call me a git again. You said it yourself, I’m an arse.”

Her heart clenched. She really fucked up.

A few beats passed before she said, “Draco, I’m sorry. There’s no excuse for what I said to you. You didn’t deserve any of it. I was just angry at Zabini, and I took it out on you. He made me feel weak and stupid, and I was embarrassed. You only stood up for me. I had no place calling you a git and an arse. You’re not. You’re the complete opposite. You’re so much more than I deserve, and I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

A tear slid down her cheek. She knew his harsh words were coming. She closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip hard, bracing herself for it. But nothing came. Tentatively she opened her eyes. They were met with the sight of Draco’s chest. She tilted her head up, rubbing away her tears with her arm. Draco was looking down at her with an unreadable expression on his face.

A few moments passed, and Draco hadn’t said a word. Y/N thought it was over. This must be where he was going to end things between them. She began to cry again, burying her face in her hands.

“Oh sweetheart, come here, It’s alright, I forgive you.”

Draco’s arms wrapped around her. His hand came up behind her head and guided it to the crook of his neck. Y/N only sobbed harder. The weight of the embarrassment and stress endured that day finally crashing down on her. 

He began to stroke her hair. “I’m here, love, you’re okay.”

He held her in his arms for a while until gradually, her sobs turned to sniffles. She gently pulled away from him and peeked up at him. He smiled softly and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and then to her lips. “Let’s get you some water, and then it’s off to bed. We’ve had an exhausting day, haven’t we darling?”

Y/N let out a chuckle. “We have.”

Draco’s eye’s twinkled with playfulness. Suddenly, he reached behind Y/n and scooped her up into his arms, bridal style. They both giggled like young children as he began to walk them up to their dorms. 

Y/N admired his side profile once again. “I love you, Draco,” she said quietly.

He looked down at her. “And I love you.” They shared another kiss. “Oh, and before you ask, yes, I’ll go apologize to Hagrid and the niffler tomorrow.”

Y/N smiled brightly. “You better,” she said with a stifled laugh. And off they went to get some well-deserved sleep.

[yuzukult]

i’m bad too 01 || kdy & reader

title: i’m bad too - drabble series pairing: kim doyoung x reader genre: angst, fluff, eventual smut, goodboy!doyoung, nerdy!dy (basically he’s a dork) & badgirl!reader word count: 1.6k a/n: since i have two people who hype me up even tho i suck (@ jin-fizz & cutechim ;u;) so i just post too much shit now lol... AND for hansolmates for creating her drabble series cause she inspired me to do one of my own!! since all i’ve been writing lately is bts... here’s some nct lmfao

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“I can be bad.”

Two years your senior in university, Kim Doyoung sits across from you in the cafeteria hall, tray with his lunch, donkatsu, paired with a variety of side dishes. He’s supposed to be your boring tutor for a multitude of courses, however, you’ve been finding the sessions enjoyable from the amount of teasing that gets done. 

Kim Doyoung is such a good boy.

“Sure,” You hum, toothpick hanging from your mouth. The piece of wood now damp, a bit soggy if you were being truthful, and leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. “You can be bad. But you won’t, and it doesn’t suit you.” His face drops—all cute and bunny-like—but what you said is true. You’re not challenging Doyoung to be bad, of course not, he’s an angel in your eyes but in comparison to you, he might literally be an angel.

“But… good guys finish last—“

“It’s nice guys, but good try. Why’s it matter anyways? I thought you liked being a good guy.”

In a sense, and maybe in a different scenario, Doyoung wants to be seen as this type of person. He’s the smartest in his class, always ranking top three, and received a scholarship for his studies when enrolling in university. Heavily involved in extracurricular activities, and working as a tutor on top of all that too. He’s what your mom dreams of you bringing home, engagement ring on your finger and the announcement that the two of you are to be wed.

Unfortunately for them, Doyoung would never settle for that. No, he’s your parents’ ideal guy for you when you’re a bad influence to his parents, and to be frank, he’s not your type, but Doyoung is cute. You’d reconsider. That is, if he’s willing.

“Because…” cheeks flushing pink, he turns his head away momentarily, embarrassed in your sight. How this man is two years older than you, you don’t know, because he seems less experienced than you are. “You’re not into good guys.”

Pulling the toothpick from your mouth, you drop it at the corner of his tray, where the trash contents sit. It’s an odd statement that he makes, but he’s not entirely wrong and nor is he right either. Furrowing your brows, you let out a soft chuckle. “And?”

“Why else? I want you to be into me.”

Doyoung’s Instagram is full of boyfriend-esque pictures. They flood your feed (mostly because you follow about five people and he updates frequently compared to the rest), and you can’t help but gawk at how… warm he looks. There’s one photo in particular that you love—a bright toothy smile in an oversized charcoal sweatshirt, white top underneath, while sitting back on what seems like those plastic chairs used for outing events, all with his legs spread apart. You want to double tap and like it, you do, but you’ve mentioned to him before that you don’t use these things because all they do is give a reason for people to be nosy in other people's lives. 

And yet, here you were. With a private Instagram account and no photos, made just so you can see his posts. 

“Oh, he’s cute.”

“What the fuck—“ You snarl, hiding your phone screen whilst glancing over at the anonymous person who eventually shows herself, grin spreading from cheek to cheek. “Naeun, what are you doing here?” 

She buzzes to a tune stuck in her head, pushing her straight jet black hair behind her ear. Naeun is known to be one of the most gorgeous women who currently attends your school, also known as your best friend. She’s every guy’s walking sex dream (including women, and so on… no one gets left out), wearing her signature leather jacket that matches yours, and on a motorcycle that roars when she revs the engine, riding off into the sunset and running over a river of drool. You call yourself the ugly friend in comparison to her—she’s able to sweep anyone of her interest off their feet, practically getting anything she desires. “You know, checking in on you. Haven’t seen you around in a while, nor heard anything about getting in trouble.” She points to the toothpick. “And that. I don’t see a cigarette making a home in the corner of your mouth anymore. What’s up with that?”

“I’m trying to quit,” You mutter, puffing a gust of air to move your hair that blocks your vision. “Wasn't doing me any good.”

Naeun is intrigued. “And who made you come up with that conclusion?”

Sucking in your cheeks, you spit out the wooden stick from your mouth as it drops onto the floor. “Nobody.” You lie through your teeth. “Saw it on a TLC special or some shit. Made me rethink my life or whatever.”

The tenth tutoring session that you had with Doyoung had you heated. He made you feel like an idiot because you didn’t understand what he means when he’s explaining derivatives because in all honesty, you don’t care about those things. You’re not even sure why you’re taking calculus. You’re not even sure if this is the major you want to be in.

So, you slam the door of your bedroom, hauling your ass down the spiral stairs lined with gold and marble, making way to be outside and then pull out a cigarette. When you light it up and get a puff, your nerves are calm, that is until Doyoung stands beside you, completely appalled. “You… you smoke?” Swiftly, he grabs the cigarette from your hand, tossing it on the floor before stepping on it.

“Dude what the fuck—“

“No more of that. You could kill yourself! It’s poison. It’s literally poison and it’s going to kill you gradually and you’re not going to live ‘til 80.”

You admit, he was annoying. But the warning he gave didn’t hit until you started developing these weird feelings for him. He made you want to stay alive until the age of eighty so you could spend all that time with him.

Ridiculous thought, wasn’t it?

Naeun doesn’t believe you and continues to probe further. “Who’s that guy on your phone? You know Boss isn’t going to be a big fan of that. No dating until you’ve completed the task.”

“Is there ever a completed task?” You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “He keeps asking and wanting more. I can only keep this getup for so long. I need the money so I can finally leave this place for good.”

“Yeah well, there’s a lot of steps involved. Don’t get upset. You know this is what you signed up for. It’s what we signed up for.” 

Doyoung isn’t a jock. That’s for sure. He’s the president of the chess club, co-president of the League of Legends club, and also manages to play competitive tennis in his remaining free time. How does he even have any free time? He’s even tutoring you.

But this—this is news for sure. “I got an internship.” He announces one day, seated beside you in your childhood bedroom. It’s already weird that you haven’t left it and already in college, you personally believe, but Doyoung doesn’t seem to care.

“And?” You snap, but you really want him to tell you more. 

It’s like he reads through you because he continues, dropping his pencil onto the textbook as he leans back in your swivel chair. “I need it before I graduate. It’s my foot in the door so I can get my dream job.”

“Nice.” Why Doyoung tells you this, you’re not really sure, but truthfully, you still want to hear it anyways. Deep down, you want to be a part of Doyoung’s life, even if he’s just your goody-two-shoes tutor, you wished for more. But you can’t. You can’t ask for more. Not from a guy like Doyoung.

“Which means I have to quit the LoL club.” He says casually, as if you’re adding anything else to the conversation. It’s him talking mostly, but you don’t mind. Doyoung has a lovely voice. “And, potentially the chess club. Possibly, this gig too.”

That’s when you stop scribbling doodles onto your scrap paper. This tutoring thing between you and Doyoung would stop. You won’t be seeing him three times a week anymore, family caretaker always doing his duty of handing Doyoung his biweekly checks for teaching you. 

“So what? You’re just not going to tutor me anymore?” You hiss, finally looking over at Doyoung who only supports an apologetic expression on his face. “I mean… I don’t know yet. I’m graduating this year, you know. I can’t just… not do it and have only this on my resume.” 

“Whatever.” Twirling back to your textbook, you turn to the next page. You didn’t want to talk about this. Any potential chance of Doyoung leaving your life can’t happen. He’s the only thing you look forward to recently. If he isn’t tutoring you, then when will you ever see him? “Start the next chapter. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

He sighs, caving into your desperate want to change the subject. “Alright. We’ll move on. Let’s talk about limits.”

“I’m waiting.” Doyoung is sitting patiently, hands in the front pockets of his black trousers. His lunch has gone cold. “I’ve already admitted that I wanted to be the type of guy you’re into. What do you have to say to that?”

What do you have to say to that? Everything. Kim Doyoung is the guy that your mother wants you to bring home. Kim Doyoung is the guy that your family would be highly impressed with. Kim Doyoung is an angel, sent from heaven yet at the same time a punishment from hell for you. 

He’s so out of reach yet so close at the same time.

“That, no matter how much I want this, I can’t have it. You’re too good for me, Kim Doyoung.”

[nightingaelic]

Curious but, perhaps new Vegas Companions reacting to The courier and their “attempts for the blue star treasure” as the courier call it but no it’s obviously an addition to the sodas in the wasteland.

The courier popped the cap off the bottle, flicked it aside with their finger and drank deeply, finishing the swallow off with a theatrical sigh. "So there I am in Primm, and I've just finished breaking Deputy Beagle out of his bind with the convicts in the Bison Steve Hotel, and he insists on throwing a party at the Vikki & Vance to celebrate. Ruby, gem that she is, hands me a bottle of this stuff and plays it coy about the taste, so I crack it open and there's a blue star underneath the cap. Never seen that before, or at least I don't remember seeing it before, but this guy next to us at the bar gets all excited. Says his name is Malcolm, used to collect the caps with stars, something about a secret, pre-war treasure... sounded like a lure for suckers, but then I come across these two dead travelers outside Nipton that look like they died in a scuffle over the damn things."

They gestured at the full crate of Sunset Sarsaparilla on the counter of the 188 Slop & Shop, which they had just shelled out 100 caps for. "Anyways, now I pick it up whenever I run into it. The Sierra Madre might be a myth, but with stuff like this, you never know. Right?"

Arcade Gannon: Arcade rolled his eyes. "Just what we need. Another reason for someone to track us down and try to kill us."

"Would I ever put you in danger?" the courier asked, rather facetiously.

Arcade pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just promise me we aren't going to get shot over collectibles, and I won't say another word."

"I... cannot promise that."

"Okay." Arcade plucked a bottle of sarsaparilla from the crate and scanned its label. "Carbonated water... well, not anymore... pure cane sugar, of course... yadda yadda yadda... oh, and criminal amounts of safrole. You should not be drinking this."

The courier shrugged. "I've had worse."

Arcade shook the bottle at them. "This will give you cancer."

"Arcade, I've been shot in the head."

"Which explains why you're still drinking it." Arcade tried to grab the open sarsaparilla away from the courier, but they pulled back out of his reach and playfully squared up. "Fine!" he said, throwing his hands up and walking away from the bar.

Craig Boone: Boone watched the courier for a minute, observing the way they were drinking the soda with excessive relish. Finally, he eased a bottle out of the crate and held it up to the sunlight. The courier eyed him suspiciously as he examined it, and they made a small noise of reproach when he twisted its top off.

"No star," he said, holding the cap up so they could see.

As he had expected, the courier barely glanced at the bottlecap and instead focused on the soda itself, which was fizzing slightly. Boone tilted the bottle to and fro, watching with amusement as their eyes followed its path.

When he finally took a sip, the courier groaned and went back to their own bottle.

Lily Bowen: "But dearie, that much soda will rot your teeth!" Lily protested. "Grandma hasn't been able to find you a new toothbrush yet. Why not take the soda home and save it for a special occasion?"

The courier held their bottle of sarsaparilla up in a toast. "Lily, with you, every occasion is special."

"Aww, pumpkin." Lily blushed and squeezed herself onto a stool. "That's very sweet of you. But only two bottles before we move on, okay? We take the rest home."

In response, the courier pulled another bottle out of the crate and slid it over to the super mutant. "Make it three, and you can have this one."

"Dearie, you know I'm watching my figure!"

The courier laughed. "I know, I know. We'll work it off. Go on, all yours."

"Hmmph." Lily picked up the bottle and turned it around, examining the label. "Like nightkin and Stealth Boys, you are."

She twisted the top off, and the two made noises of pleasant surprise at the discovery of a blue star on the bottom of the cap.

Raul Alfonso Tejada: "You've got to be careful with that stuff, boss," Raul opined, sliding onto an empty stool and eyeing the crate suspiciously.

"What, because of the treasure hunters?"

"Ay, no." The ghoul shook his head. "El refresco. Don't know what they put in it, but half the continent used to drink it. That stuff spread faster than Nuka-Cola, and Nuka-Cola knew it. Tried to buy Sunset, then when that didn't work, they tried to make their own version."

The courier perked up at that. "Nuka-Cola made sarsaparilla? I've never seen it."

"Me neither, but I've heard tell it's out there." Raul sighed and leaned over the counter, arms crossed. "Nuka-Buzz, or something? No, no, it'll come to me... Wild. Nuka-Cola Wild."

"Huh." The courier took another swig of the soda, clearly trying to cover up their sudden interest. "Know where I might get some?"

"Nah." Raul looked at them sideways. "But you're not gonna find any star caps on them anyway, right?"

"Oh yeah. Right."

"Híjole, Six. You've got a problem."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: "Uh, no? No, I know exactly what's up with stuff like this." Cass put her hands on her hips and glared at the courier. "Sam and Michelle just took you for a ride on those things, that's what's up. How many're in there, 24 bottles? Fewer at the rate you're suckin' 'em down, but 100 caps for 24 bottles is downright criminal. Over four caps per head, and you're not even getting a decent return of 24 caps if you're saving the ones with little blue stars on them! But let's be honest here, Six."

The courier threw a hand out in defensive exasperation. "I am being honest, Cass! It's for a-"

"Mmm, uh-uh." Cass shook her head violently and crossed her arms. "You're not that stupid, you have decent enough business sense from what I've seen. What you've got going is the same song and dance I do when the bartender's pouring generous rounds. Just own it, Six."

"Oh come on, that's not the same-"

"I don't wanna hear it." Cass hopped onto a stool and shoved the crate of soda as far away from her as she could get it. "Sam, get back here and bring me a glass of something that'll put me in a more forgiving mood. On their tab."

Veronica Santangelo: "Wrong." Veronica sighed and sat down next to the courier. "You know how far we are from the Strip?"

"Not really?"

"Give or take a few, 26 miles." The Scribe frowned. "Meaning, if you want to drag that crate home with you, we have to carry it 26 miles through the desert, protecting it from cazadores, coyotes, Fiends, and if your story's at all true, rabid treasure hunters. I don't know about you, but I'm not about to risk my life for a box of flat sarsaparilla."

"But it's not flat." The courier handed her their drink to inspect. "Not completely. I don't know where Michelle dug it up, but she found a good batch."

"I don't know," Veronica replied, peering down the bottle's neck. "Can't really tell without getting a better look. What if I..."

She made as if to pour the soda out onto the ground, and the courier squeaked and tried to grab it back. Veronica held it out of their reach and smirked. "So it's not really about the caps, is it? Because if it was, we could just empty these all and save ourselves the trouble of hauling it."

"Veronica, please."

"Fine." Veronica handed the drink back. "But I want three bottles for myself. You can keep the caps."

ED-E: ED-E beeped in general agreement with the courier's story and accepted the new load, lowering itself slightly so they could pack up the bottles. By the time the courier was done, the bottle they had been drinking was empty. With a shrug, the courier pocketed the cap- starless, ED-E noted- and plucked another from the crate, causing the eyebot to bob and adjust.

Rex: The cyberdog sniffed the bottle the courier offered them and sneezed, narrowly missing the contents. They snatched it back with a chuckle and went on drinking. Rex curled up at the base of their stool, yawned, and went to sleep. By the time he woke up again, the crate was down to 20 full bottles, and the courier was giggly from the pre-war sugar.

[montrealmadison]

keep me in mind

for @omgcpanniversaryweek day 5: updates/extras/arcs 

i was thinking about how much money i would personally pay ngozi to release any more information about what happened in madison and it made me want to post something i’ve been playing around with since i first read the comic! a love letter to sunshine boys, my home state of georgia, and jack “knock knock who’s there oh shit it’s my feelings” zimmermann.

this is inspired by all the writers who have tackled summer in madison (one of my favorite zimbits eras to read about in fic; it’s about the yearning!!!) and especially by @parvuls, whose fic right as things grow i reread about once a week.

They’re doing a cool eighty-five miles an hour down Interstate 20, which is a pretty inconvenient time for Jack to realize that he is just insanely turned on by watching Bitty drive.

He can’t quite pin down what’s driving him crazy. Maybe it’s the way Bitty’s hair catches the midmorning light and turns to gold. Maybe it’s the deep tan, the freckles that are sprinkled over the tops of his shoulders and the bridge of his nose. Maybe it’s the warmth Jack can feel radiating off his sun-heated skin, the muscles standing out in his forearms, the way the corner of his mouth turns up gently at Jack every time they make eye contact in the rearview mirror.

Or maybe it’s the way he sings with joyful abandon, voice soaring out the windows of his beat-up blue Chevy truck. Bitty’s always had a pleasant voice, strong and high and clear, that’s familiar to anyone who’s ever stepped foot in the Haus. Here, though, it’s a little rougher, a lot more country. He’s clearly in his element, keeping steady time with the palms of his hands on the truck’s steering wheel.

Speaking of Bitty’s hands, Jack can’t stop looking at them. They seem to be everywhere: turning the radio up, making sure Jack’s comfortable with the A/C, changing gears in a way that speaks to years of practice driving stick shifts. Jack, who’s never driven anything but an automatic, resolves to ask Bitty for a lesson sometime… just in case.

(It’s definitely not because he’s a little too interested in the way Bitty’s long, sure fingers flex against the gear shift. Or the way his thighs tense and then relax when he pops the clutch. Nope, definitely not.)

Georgia suits Bitty, Jack thinks to himself. He’s beyond beautiful here, lit up from the inside, like he’s captured a little of the blazing sunshine overhead to keep all for himself. The heat of the day has settled over the two of them, smothering Jack’s racing thoughts about all the ways today could potentially go wrong. He suddenly finds he can’t bring himself to worry much about anything when he’s got the chance to just sit back and observe Bitty on his home turf.

They don’t talk much for the first few miles out past the airport—mostly just You doin’ okay? and Yeah, I’m good, Bittle, and then a largely companionable silence. There’s definitely a sense that what lies unsaid between them might currently be too big for the cab of this truck, roomy though it might be, and Jack spends probably too long working through ways to organically bring up the topic. But as they leave 285 and the Atlanta skyline behind for the long, straight stretch of I-20 ahead of them, Bitty reaches over and casually covers one of Jack’s hands with his own.

“I’m real glad you’re here, Jack,” he says, soft, a little tentative. Even though Bitty’s got his eyes fixed on the road, Jack can tell there’s light in them; he thrills at the thought of maybe having put it there. “It means a lot to me that you came.”

Jack curls his fingers around Bitty’s, hoping to God that his palms aren’t too sweaty. He’s gratified when Bitty glances over and smiles at him. “Wouldn’t have missed it. I really wanted to see you. And your parents were so nice to invite me.”

Bitty laughs brightly. Joy, simple and uncomplicated, begins unspooling itself in Jack’s chest, where he’s kept it close to his heart through a whole summer of texting and calling and wanting. He can’t believe he gets to do this, gets to have this. He just has to be brave enough to try.

He looks at Bitty, at home here in the summer sun, and thinks that maybe, just maybe, he can be.

“Oh, honey,” Bitty is saying, oblivious to Jack’s thoughts, “I don’t know if nice sums it up. I thought my mama was gonna kill me if I didn’t make good on my promise and get you down here somehow. She’s been dyin’ to see you—not to mention cook for you—for weeks. Coach, too, I think, but at least he’s a little less threatening about it. Also, I’m thinkin’ we gotta try to get you sayin’ y’all by the end of this weekend, it’s so much more efficient—”

Jack could listen to Bitty talk all day. He likes the way his accent compresses some words but elongates the vowels, turning his sentences into an easy drawl. The accent’s pretty strong at Samwell, but here it almost sounds like he’s speaking a different language entirely.

He wants to feel Bitty’s lips forming those sounds against his own, wonders if it’ll feel as soft and comforting as it is to listen to. He’s so caught up in how attracted he is to the sound of that voice, in fact, that he almost doesn’t realize Bitty is still talking to him.

“...and then I told my Aunt Judy that that poor boy’s cornbread just ain’t quite done in the middle, bless him, and that he should just put those silly fears aside so he can come on over and meet you while you’re here because I really don’t think you’re as scary as you pretend to be, anyway, and—oh, Jack, I’m so sorry, I’m prattlin’ on and you haven’t even met none of these folks yet! Am I boring you?”

“No!” Jack says immediately, and maybe it’s a little blunt but he doesn’t know how to soften his next words so he just plows ahead. “I just, um. Uh. Was thinking about how I’d really like to kiss you right now.”

Bitty pauses—blinks—presses one freckled hand over his mouth—and then smiles impossibly wide, and, well, that’s about it for Jack’s heart. He thinks it shouldn’t be possible for the human body to contain so much joy, but both of them are sitting there and Bitty’s eyes are sparkling when they meet Jack’s in the rearview mirror and the happiness fizzing up through Jack’s ribcage simply can’t be stopped.

“That can probably be arranged, Mr. Zimmermann, if you can control yourself long enough for me to get off this highway.”

Jack, adrenaline thrilling in his chest, nevertheless makes a show of clasping his hands firmly in his lap.

“I’m on my best behavior, promise,” he says solemnly.

“You are the limit, Jack Laurent,” Bitty says, but he reaches over again and takes one of Jack’s hands and squeezes, hard. An acknowledgment, a promise, a choice. This is something. We have something precious here.

Jack squeezes back, looking out the window, trying to spot the exit sign that will get them off this highway and on to whatever else this weekend has in store.

[arianatwycross]

I’m not sure if someone has sent you this one already, but 4 for Jily.

I was such a fan of the first one I figured if you’re up for it I’ll send more!!!

yay thank you! I actually love doing these so here's another one - lots of fluff so beware!

For the prompt: I’m supposed to be mad at you but you’re holding my face and smiling and I just can’t resist it when you’re pouting like that

“Mate, she’s going to actually kill you this time around”

“She won’t, she loves me” James replies with a toothy grin.

“Has she actually admitted to that yet though?” Sirius questions.

“Course she loves me, she wouldn't publicly go out with me otherwise”

“You are more than three hours late, AND it's her birthday” Sirius states, raising one eyebrow at his mate.

“But I bear gifts!” James replies, a tad too enthusiastically.

“I hope those gifts are good enough for you to not get dumped” Sirius mutters.

They all climb through the portrait hole and brush down their cloaks. Dirt and dust clings to their clothes, and only Remus has half a mind to actually use magic to rid them of all evidence of their antics.

“If James was more organised, we could have gotten her present last weekend instead of the day of” Remus states, heading towards their dorm.

“I told you Mr Flume said he could only get the next shipment in today, and it's not my fault that a plethora of small children were there for a birthday” James pushes past a grumpy Sirius and runs towards the dorm. It's that late, that no one is in the common room anymore and he hopes he can somehow get to Lily before it hits midnight.

He flings open the door, to find Remus sitting on the end of his bed and a red-faced Lily sitting at the headboard. Her red hair in a messy braid and her arms pulled tightly around her knees.

“Lils! There you are!”

Lily gives him a look he hasn’t seen since the start of the year. One that usually coincided with a nasty hex or a detention.

“I’m going to leave you to it and I’ll keep the boys downstairs for a tad longer too” Remus gives Lily a tight smile before tapping her knee and leaving the two alone.

“I’m so sorry Lils, I know I’m stupidly late and it's your birthday and you probably thought I stood you up but the boys can attest to where I was!-”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses James” Lily said in a voice so soft and weary, his heart did a depressing flop in his chest.

“Just wait - let me get your present”

“I don’t think a present will help you” She started to say and if his heart wasn’t racing with his efforts of diving under his bed and dragging out her gift, he probably would have been so emotionally distraught at her words that he could have just stood there and cried.

“Here”

He thrusted a small present into her hands, wrapped in shiny red paper with a small green bow on top. She held it apprehensively, her eyes on the brink of tears. He slowly sat on the edge of his bed, keeping his knees away from hers. He longed to touch her, he always did but now didn’t seem like the right time to be clingy.

“Please Lils, this is just your first present. But I was trying to find your other present tonight, I had to get it ordered in and then I got an owl saying it had been delivered and I’m so sorry but please please open this one at least” His voice started to crack slightly, and he was suddenly aware of how much he actually felt for the girl sitting in front of him. It was all-consuming and almost debilitating and his heart hurt just looking at her.

She thumbed the ribbon until it spilled open and carefully tore the paper away from the box. She held the small velvet black box in her palm and cautiously opened it to find a thin silver chain necklace with her mother’s pendant. She gasped slightly, her green eyes wide and slightly wet with tears.

“How did you get this?” she whispered.

“I got Mary to knick it from your jewellery box. I know the chain you had broke last year and I missed seeing it on you.” He watched for a reaction but she just kept staring at the small circular St Michaels pendant, the silver recently polished by the jeweller James had visited months before.

“Turn it over,” he whispered.

On the back of the silver pendant were engraved words.

“Love is magic”

Lily’s body shook silently as a wave of tears rattled her body.

“I’m sorry love” James murmured, immediately moving to her side and wrapping one arm around her. “I didn’t mean to upset you, I thought you would like it”.

She hiccupped before tilting her head up to look at him properly.

“How did you know my mum said that?”

“You mentioned it a couple of times. You know that time you were telling me about how your mum and dad met and she used to believe it was magic that brought them together? You said that was in their vows, you thought it was ironic considering you turned out to have magic. Two halves made you - magic” he squeezed his hand around hers that still clasped the jewellery box.

She pulled away suddenly, making James heart race erratically.

“Wait - Lils! Don’t go! I have something else. It seems stupid now and totally not worth making you wait and I really am sorry” he rambled, his nerves making his entire body tremble. He couldn’t quite believe he had really fucked things up. This was Lily, his Lily, he knew he would never be able to get over the heartbreak of her leaving him.

He pulled a parcel out from his invisibility cloak.

“I didn’t have time to wrap it...obviously” he said forlornly.

She pulled it gently from his hands and pulled back the brown paper. A large bag of multiple packets of Fizz Wiz laid before her.

And she laughed.

His heart rate spiked and he sat on the edge of his bed, in awe of the way she flipped her head back and laughed freely.

“Where did you get these from?” she asked, a large smile lightening up her face, her eyes and cheeks still wet from her tears.

“I had to get Mr Flume from Honeydukes to order them in, specially. There’s no muggle shop around here that sells them and I know they’re your favourite and I know that Mary sometimes gets her mum to send them to you but I also realised you hadn’t been sent any in a while so I thought I would stock you up” he rambled, again. He couldn’t help it, he always lost his cool around her. He was nervous and quite terrified of losing her and it made his brain run a hundred miles a minute.

“James, slow down” she grabbed his knee and squeezed it. The sudden touch sent a warm relief of comfort down his spine and he instantly relaxed. She was ok.

She looked at the sweets fondly. James watched as another tear made its way down her pretty face. Before he knew it, he was kneeled in front of her on his bed and cupping her face with his hands. Her big eyes stared back at him.

“I am so sorry Lils. I wanted to make today perfect and I sincerely ruined it for you. There’s no excuse for me being late, none that make it worth it anyway” He stroked her warm cheeks with his thumbs.

They stayed that way for a few seconds, both of them looking at each other.

“I love you” he said softly. He poured every emotion into his words, knowing that this was either the worst or best time to say it for the first time.

He waited for her to frown, or even pull his hands away from her face but instead he was shocked to find her smile back.

“I’m supposed to be mad at you,” she whispered.

Her green eyes twinkled, the familiar spark made James excitedly pull himself closer to her.

“You can be” he whispered back.

Her gaze was pulled towards the velvet box sprawled on his bed.

“Thank you for the presents” she said softly, a small smile itched at her mouth.

He pulled himself towards her, taking his hands off her cheeks before pulling her legs apart and wrapping them around his waist. She wrapped her arms around him, sitting on his lap so they were as close as they could be.

“I love you too” She whispered before softly pressing her lips to his.