#i don't want it to wind up in the actual wicked tag

[90stvqueen]

i worry that if we convince tumblr that wicked is about fascism, we will end up going the steven universe route of "this property is problematic because at the end they forgive the fascists." elphaba forgives glinda and concedes that glinda (who is still upholding the status quo, just with less oppression, we hope) can do what elphaba never could as an outcast. i guess you could argue that glinda calls it a regime change, so it'll be different, but we don't really see that, and in the end she still has power and influence, and in the end she still doesn't clear elphaba's name.

anyway, wicked is problematic for plenty of other things. i'm praying they make nessa's storyline better for the movies, but i'm also not holding out much hope that the movies will be any good or in any way critical of the system

[jeongheart]

touch

summary: 'physical touch refers to expressing and receiving affection through touch, physical closeness, and other forms of physical connection'.

w.c: 1.4k.

tags: strangers to friends to lovers (kinda?), mutual pining, fluff.

a.n: i'm soft, this was inspired by that video of jeongin bumping into jisung lol. my first innie work aaa i'm so happy that i finished it, i'm so proud of this one too.

as always, english is not my first language so sorry in advance for any mistakes, leave your thoughts if you like! it means a lot.

Jeongin doesn't like to be touched.

He strongly believes that his personal space is sacred, and he can't understand the people who require physical contact 24/7.

It's no secret to anyone that he dislikes (physical) displays of affection, not that he doesn't have them with the people he loves, he prefers to let them know that he loves them with a special gift on their birthday or by buying them something that reminds him of that person.

He especially hates hugs. He feels trapped by the other person, and despite the fact that in the 22 years of his life he repeated it a thousand times, his family and friends don't seem to get the hint.

He doesn't want to be surly, really. It's something that has been like that since he can remember.

Jeongin doesn't like to be touched.

Except if that someone is you.

It's funny actually, you'd met casually, the way people met before: in real life. The first day of college was tough, everything and everyone was new and having to get used to a "grown-up" routine all of a sudden was something that took time.

He remembers the time exactly: 07:20 am. It was the first of the day, he was sitting in front of the class, he had a bad habit of being easily distracted, so he had to force himself to overcome his shame and desire to sleep to be in front of the blackboard.

The class started at 07:30, and the room was almost full. The professor arrived less than a minute ago and Jeongin was glad to be alone and in peace. His notebook lay open in front of him, the pages white and spotless.

Until you arrived, late.

You came running, it was obvious that you'd fallen asleep. Your hair was somewhat messy, probably due to the wind and the run you made through the building, your face was red (from embarrassment and exertion), but a smile was present on your face.

The professor looked at you funny and with a gesture of her hand she asked you to come in and take a seat somewhere free.

The only one was next to Jeongin.

Your eyes lit up at the sight of the empty chair, and even though you couldn't see it, Jeongin rolled his eyes as he saw you approaching the table.

With the woman summarizing her presentation, you arranged your things on the table (everything was in pastel colors, the blonde noticed) and you looked at him expectantly with that smile still on your face.

He could tell you were alone, actually, you were the only two who were. All your other classmates knew each other. So your attempt to start a conversation with him was logical, you also realized that he was alone.

"It looks like we'll be buddies" You smiled again and then told him your name while you extended your hand in an attempt to shake his, a very old gesture and not funny at all according to Jeongin.

He played dumb, but he told you his name. And then he said nothing more, watching out of the corner of his eye as you slowly lower your hand to rest it on your lap.

The weeks passed like this, you had a clear love language and unfortunately it was the one that Jeongin hated the most. You were always trying to touch him, not in a wicked or weird way, just friendly since that's how you showed affection. You were friends, but he couldn't tell you 'stop doing that' every time you reached out to touch his shoulder to get his attention.

You annoyed him every time you did that, but he couldn't deny that when you weren't getting clingy he appreciated your company. You were a comfortable presence in his life most of the time, and he liked not being alone in an unfamiliar environment where everyone greeted each other and ate together every day.

The first part of the academic year ended in the blink of an eye and the relationship between the two of you was only growing.

Jeongin didn't know when he let you touch his arm for the first time, he thinks it was in the library when you were studying for an exam.

He was nervous as he couldn't memorize anything and you, ever so nice, reached out your hand in an attempt to comfort him to rest it on Jeongin's left arm which was sprawled on top of the book he was trying to read.

Jeongin hadn't noticed that he hadn't tensed like the other times and he just kept reading and rereading the same sentences while the heat rose to your cheeks.

You didn't know what changed, but the fact that the boy who moved away every time you got at least 5 cm closer than normal had finally relaxed around you had butterflies flying in your stomach.

The months unfolded normal after that, and Jeongin would let you into his bubble of personal space more and more often.

He definitely hadn't realized how much he liked to feel your warm hands on his when he needed to calm down before a presentation or how his heart would jump in his chest when he saw you smile after you hugged him goodbye when he dropped you at your house after college.

"I like you a lot, Innie" You told him after the second exam.

Another final exam ended, and with it, the end of the year was drawing near. Jeongin was going to a vacation with his family in Busan and you definitely couldn't go weeks and weeks without seeing him, or his dimples or hearing his laugh and you would never forgive yourself if you didn't tell him everything that was on your mind every time you were together.

Jeongin looked like a statue, his mouth was opening and closing in an attempt to find the right words. His mind had short-circuited and it seemed that he had lost all ability to form a coherent sentence.

The snow was falling around the two of you, the heartless winter wrapped you from head to toe and as the minutes passed without an answer, your heart raced more and more and if Jeongin paid enough attention he could see how your eyes began to water as you overthought your sudden confession.

Maybe he didn't feel the same way, and you were making a fool of yourself. You began to prepare the speech of 'sorry, I shouldn't have said anything' to save your heart from the impending rejection and to be able to escape from that situation as quickly as possible.

Until Jeongin moved, he took two short steps until he was face to face to you. He was a head taller than you and your eyes searched his urgently, trying to decipher the answer he hadn't put into words.

The blond placed his big hands on your cheeks, reddened by the cold and now by shame, and caressed your skin with his thumbs.

You swore that if it wasn't for his soft grip on your face, you might have passed out from how fast your heart was beating, your legs felt like jelly, and the suspense felt eternal. You wanted to yell at him to answer or for him to do something, anything to finally stop your heart racing with feelings.

You opened your mouth to talk, but Jeongin closed the distance between you by placing his lips on yours.

You froze at first, arms still on either side of your body but then, as if awakened from a trance, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to lose yourself in the heat of the kiss, everything around you felt cold except for this moment, the soft feeling of his plush lips on yours and the warmth spreading from the tip of your fingertoes to every strand of hair on your head.

He moved only a few inches from you, enough to be able to whisper over your lips "I like you too".

You laughed slowly, so softly that it almost felt like a whisper, so only he could hear it "Yes, I think I realized that" And tangling your hands behind his neck you brought him closer to you to kiss him again.

Jeongin doesn't like to be touched, but you were the only exception.

[alaydabug2]

@sparklenarniawizard

Broken heart/Broken mind

Chapter nine

(Human AU)

Sophie and Keefe met in the children's hospital when they were little. Because of how long they were confined to the four walls of the hospital, they became very close during their stay.

As the years pass, they wind up being in the same classroom together due to their physical conditions. This makes their bond deepen.

But are they able to handle when life gets tough, throwing problems and complications their way?

Fifth grade:

Sophie walked onto the playground halfway through recess.

When she walked up to her friends, Biana ran over and jumped on Dex's back, "Where were you yesterday?"

Dex buckled under her weight. His knees wobbled. "For the last time, Biana, quit jumping on me!"

She got off, "You're no fun."

Sophie laughed. "I was at the neurologist. Had to do some brain scans and get my medicine adjusted." She turned to Keefe, "Did you not tell them?"

Keefe furrowed his brows. "I thought I did."

"Well, apparently not," Tam said.

Keefe rolled his eyes. "Oh, wow, sorry that not all of us can be as perfect as you."

Tam narrowed his eyes.

So why weren't you out here earlier?" Linh asked.

Sophie was in the middle of climbing the rock wall as she answered, "Had to make up my work. I'm all caught up now, though."

"Well, good!" Biana exclaimed. "Now we can play. I vote for tag, and Dex is it!"

She nearly shoved him when she tagged him. She raced off to the other side of the playground. Sophie and the rest of her friends scattered.

Dex stood there like a wide-eyed deer. "No fair, I wasn't ready!" he shouted. He raced off to go tag one of his friends.

When they were done, they sat sweaty under the awning. Sophie wiped the sweat. From her face. Keefe was leaned against the brick wall, still attempting to catch his breath. Biana took her hair out of the pony tail and shook her head to let it free.

"You guys excited for middle school next year?" Tam said.

"Yes!" Dex exclaimed. "They have a robotics club. I'm so excited to be able to sign up. What about you guys. Wanna do any clubs or sports?"

"I'll probably do the animal shelter volunteering," Linh said.

"That sounds fun," Biana told her. "I want to try and do tennis."

"I can completely see you doing that!" She turned to Tam. "What do you wanna do?"

He shrugged. "I'm not sure. I don't know if I want to join anything. If I do, probably cooking."

They all turned to Sophie and Keefe. Dex said, "What about you two?"

"I kind of want to try to give swimming a shot," Sophie said. "I asked my doctor yesterday if I could, and he said I should as long as my medicine works. I'll just have to be careful. But I'm good at telling when one's about to happen, so it should be fine." She asked Keefe, "Are you going to try to do anything?"

"Umm... I haven't really thought about it." He ran a hand through his hair. "I'd like do to sports, but I'm not able."

Sophie eyed him. "Since when? You're just not allowed to do contact sports. There's still plenty you can do."

"Yeah," Biana agreed. "There's basketball, tennis, baseball, soccer. Although I wouldn't do soccer if I were you," she advised. "Fitz did it this year. He's gotten trampled. Five times. Although he is enjoying baseball right now."

"Actually," Keefe pondered, "Baseball doesn't  sound half bad."

"See," Sophie said. "You can do that!"

Linh gasped. "You guys will be in our classes next year, won't you?"

Sophie's face lit up. "You're right!"

Keefe smirked, "You guys are going to regret that excitement. Sophie's not going to be the only one I can prank anymore."

"Thank God," she muttered under her breath.

"Oh, don't worry, sweet little Sophie Foster," he rested his chin on her shoulder. His grin was wicked. "I still have PLENTY saved up for you."

Tam snorted. "I feel bad for you, Sophie."

"Me too," she grumbled. "Me too, Tam."

The whistle was blown to head inside. Sophie and Keefe said goodbye to their friends and went their separate ways. Sophie waited as Keefe gulped down half an ocean from the water fountain, and rushed to catch up with their classmates inside the classroom.

[littlemissnoname13]

Wisps of Smoke (Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!reader) - Part 5

Summary: y/n and Draco find themselves drawn to an abandoned classroom every night

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader ft. Theo Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini

Warnings: Excessive smoking, mature language and themes, smut labeled as ⚜️, 18+ content, reader discretion is advised, also Draco is kinda soft in this one. Just sayin.

A/n: Ik this was supposed to be the final part but I wanted to wrap things up properly. The last part will be dedicated to the ball itself.

A massive thank you to everyone that has read WOS. Your feedback makes me so fkn happy. I love you all sm.

Word count: 3700

Link to Part one, two, three, and four if you haven’t read them already.

My other stories are over here. And you can join my tag list here.

As always, Smoking is injurious to health y’all.

24th December

Home was just the way you’d remembered it. 

From the Goldchild Ivy covering the white colored walls and the stepping stones leading all the way to the main entrance to the way your parents kept nagging you about your “future” with Adrian Pucey.

“You still haven’t told me what kind of dress you’d like to wear to the ball.” Your mum reminded you after taking a small sip from her wine glass. 

“I don’t know mother.” You sighed,stabbing repeatedly at the sautéed mushroom on your plate. “Can’t I wear something I already own? Like the blue one I wore last year.”

“Well, what is Adrian wearing? May I suggest some colour coordinating?” 

“I really don’t know mother.” You coughed. 

“Well, why don't you ask him?”

“I can't.” You mumbled dropping your fork on your plate. The loud clanging sound earned you an eyebrow raise from your otherwise quiet father. 

“Why not?”

“We broke—we aren’t seeing each other anymore.” You said quietly before quickly standing up and dismissing yourself from the dining table before your parents could ask you a thousand questions.

As you walked away from the table and towards the balcony, you could still hear your parents calling after you while simultaneously speculating about just what you may have done to scare Adrian away. 

You weren’t going to tell them about Draco because you weren’t even sure what to tell them.

I broke up with Adrian because I’m sleeping with Draco Malfoy.

Yes, the one that is getting engaged soon. 

No we’re not together.

I may or may not have developed feelings for him.

Yes, it is inconvenient because I have no idea how he feels. 

Did I mention he is getting engaged? 

You tugged on the sleeves of your sweater to warm your hands up as you stared up at the surprisingly clear night sky splattered with only a few clouds and shimmering stars. 

You took it upon yourself to start counting the stars to distract yourself from thinking about Draco again.

Unbeknownst to you, Draco was standing on the balcony of his room trying not to think of you too. 

The only difference for him was that the sky was a little less cloudy where he lived and he wasn’t going to bother counting stars. 

“Happy Christmas Draco.” You whispered to yourself,staring at the shiny emerald ring on your finger. 

“Happy Christmas Y/n.” Draco mumbled into the night air as he fidgeted with your amethyst ring. 

~~~~~~~~~~

25th December

It was a surprisingly quiet Christmas Morning at the Y/l/n household. 

Your parents were still fast asleep when you walked towards the kitchen to fix yourself a cup of coffee. 

It was probably because your parents hadn’t quite processed your break up with Adrian and had spent their night discussing it.

Seeing it was Christmas, you decided to put a dash of white chocolate and whipped cream in your cup of caffeinated goodness in order to feel a bit more festive.

You were feeling anything but festive. 

There was a kind of dread crushing your insides when you thought about the ball. 

You’d have to watch him dance with her and kiss her lips at midnight. 

Fuck, you’d have to congratulate him after he slipped a ring onto her perfectly manicured finger. 

Just when you were about to take a sip of your drink, you heard a knock on your door. 

You frowned and walked towards the door because it was way too early on in the morning for anyone to come over. 

When you yanked the door open, you saw him of all people, standing on the other side of the door with his white blond hair messier than usual. 

He was wearing one of his rare genuine smiles that showed his pearly whites making you feel wobbly in the knees. 

“Draco—What are you doing here?”

“Happy Christmas to you too.” He said with the smile still fixed on his lips. “Tell me y/l/n is this how you greet all of your houseguests?”

“How rude of me.” You muttered to yourself still befuddled as you stepped back to let him in. “Come in, sit down. Cup of tea?”

“I’m actually in a bit of a hurry.” He said as he fidgeted with his blazer pocket. “Just came to drop off something—ugh hold this.” 

He placed a pack of cigarettes in the palm of your hand before fumbling with his pocket again. 

“Ahh. There we go.” He retrieved a lilac colored box from his pocket and brought it back to its normal size before handing it to you.

“What’s this?” 

“What does it look like y/n?”

“But—But I haven't even gotten you anythi—”

Before you could finish your sentence, he leaned in, tenderly pressing lips against yours. 

The softness of his lips made the heaviness you were feeling on your shoulders fade away as you faded into him—only him and the way he held you firmly around the waist as he suckled on your bottom lip.

“Thank you.”  You whispered burying your face into his chest, trying to inhale a scent of his cologne. “Thank you.”  

When Draco left, you ran up to your room and opened the lilac box to find a blush coloured slip dress folded neatly with a note on top of it written in his neat handwriting.

~~~~

Dear Y/n

I really am sorry about what happened to your old silk dress but I just couldn’t help myself. 

I hope you’ll understand.

I also hope I get to see you wear this one someday.  

Yours,

D.L.M

~~~~~~~~~~~

26 December 

The day after Christmas, the boys decided to do a little cleanup. 

Quidditch and house memorabilia, novelty artefacts they no longer cared enough for and items of emotional value. 

The boys wanted a fresh start. 

A clean break.

A clean slate. 

Theo and Blaise were done with their cleaning so they were now at the Manor helping Draco who was surprisingly not very convinced about the whole “fresh start” ordeal. 

“Remember this?” Theo chuckled, clearing out all the books that covered Draco’s desk and using his wand to cast a quick spell that revealed carvings they’d made the summer before their second year.

“Oh?” Blaise gleefully raised his eyebrows walking towards Theo. “I’d forgotten about this.” 

Draco rolled his eyes and followed Blaise and the three boys stood around the table reading out everything they’d managed to carve out. 

There were some very unholy words, tally sticks and unfortunate looking doodles of Harry on the table.

“Theodore Nott was here.” Draco read out loud looking unimpressed.

“Read this one.” Theo chuckled pointing at a carving. “Daphne Greengrass + Blaise Zabini.”

“Hey! We were barely second years.” Blaise protested while his eyes kept scanning the table. 

As Blaise’s vigilant eyes trailed to the farthest corner of the table, a wicked grin started to form across his cheeks making Draco’s face turn pale. 

“Y/n Y/l/n.” Blaise read out loud smirking at Draco. “Well well Malfoy—From the second year?...Interesting.” 

“It was always obvious even though he expressed himself in questionable ways.” Theo shrugged. 

“What was obvious?” Draco quirked an eyebrow with a scowl on his face. 

“The fact that you were and are absolutely enamoured with y/n.” Theo rolled his eyes. “It has always been obvious to everyone but you. Back me up here Zabini.” 

Draco crossed his arms and looked at Blaise who just gave him an apologetic shrug. “I’m sorry but he’s right mate.”

“I am not enamoured with y/n.” 

“If you say so.” Blaise shrugged.

“And what if I were?” Draco spat, clearly irked by the condescending look on Blaise’s face.

“If you are, then I only have one question for you.” Blaise said with carefully selected words.

“And the question is?” 

Blaise went quiet for a brief second before looking at Draco, dead set in the eye.

“What is holding you back, Malfoy?” 

~~~~~~~~~~

27th December

Draco wondered what life decisions he’d taken to find himself seated at a murky little pub with Astoria reclining against his shoulders—sipping on Butterbeer. 

Pansy, Theo and Blaise were taking shots next to him and you were awkwardly seated right across the table next to Adrian fucking Pucey. 

What was he doing here anyway? Who even invited him? 

Even though he’d overheard you telling Pansy that Adrian was there only because of your parents nagging you, seeing you seated together bothered him nonetheless. 

Draco wasn’t even meaning to eavesdrop on your conversation with Adrian but he just couldn’t help but divert all his attention to your sweet voice and the way your lips moved. 

You were telling Adrian about the sweet shop next door and Draco’s lips involuntarily twitched and curved upwards when he noticed just how excited you were about sweets.

It was like you softened him—made him vulnerable. And the whole feeling terrified him.

Between smoking his fifth cigarette, occasionally chatting with Astoria and looking at you from the corner of his eye, one rather simple thought encircled Draco’s mind. 

Why didn’t he knock Pucey off his broom when he had the chance to?

~~~~~~~~~

28th December

Lightning crashed. Thunder clapped.

Fat drops of rain started to fall on the enormous glass window in Draco’s bedroom. 

You placed your finger on the glass as you watched the infinite droplets race all the way to the bottom of the window.

The howling winds brought in the scent of wet grass and sent the dark curtains flying in all different directions.

You took in the smell of fresh rain and sighed sinking blissfully into his embrace.

Lucius and Narcissa were away, preparing for the upcoming ball and Draco had owled you asking to meet. 

And so, both of you were now sitting on the windowsill in his room that was much larger than the one in the abandoned classroom. 

In fact, it was so spacious that it served as his own personal reading nook—complete with a velvety throw blanket and some cushions. 

His hands held open a book and you let yourself get comfortable between his long limbs, still counting raindrops on the window. 

“What are you doing?” He asked looking towards you and away from the worn out pages of his book. 

“I’m watching the raindrops race each other.” You said with your eyes still fixed on the glass. “infinite little droplets.”

“It's just rain.” He shrugged as his eyes went back to his book. “Quite mundane if you ask me.”

Sure rain was mundane. 

But this rain felt different. It sent you into a state of melancholia. 

You couldn’t dare to tell him but those infinite droplets resembled the amount of times you’d wanted to tell him that you loved him. 

Even though you couldn’t find the courage to tell him, it was like the look in your eyes gave it all away.

It made his features soften as he slowly shifted and got up from the nook to fully open the window.

You shielded yourself as cold drops of rain started to hit your face. “What in the actual fuck?” 

“Shut up and follow me.” He said as he climbed out of the window and onto the ledge.

“Are you mental?” 

“Just do as I say.” He said helping you onto the ledge. 

Both of you laughed hysterically as the rain seeped through your clothes as you sat on the ledge with your bare feet dangling in the air. 

One wrong move and both of you could fall to our deaths. But there came an adrenaline rush with the risk of it all. 

He pushed away the hair sticking to your face and brought your face close to his before pressing his rain soaked lips to yours. 

Theo was right. 

He was fucking enamoured.

~~~~~~⚜️~~~~~~~~

After coming back inside, you walked into his ensuite to fix your ruined hair and cast a quick drying charm to your clothes before heading home.

You had barely managed to pick at the tangles in your wet hair when an equally soaked Draco walked up behind you—clothes sticking to his toned body and hair sticking to his face. 

“Draco. Sorry for hogging the mirror. I thought I’d be done sooner but these tangles are—hmmm.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind you and pressed his cold lips against the base of your neck.

Even though your hair was entangled and unruly, you looked bewitching to him.

Especially the way the thin and drenched fabric of your seafoam colored dress draped your body—transparent and accentuating all your curves. 

He just couldn’t help himself from unzipping your dress while he admired the sight of your dress slowly leaving your body in the mirror in front of you both. 

“Draco?” You whispered as you watched his lips move their way from your neck to your shoulders. His hands gently gripping and massaging your breasts. 

“Yes?” He whispered into your hair as he began nipping on your earlobe—his hands never leaving your breasts. 

You wanted to tell him that you were in love with him but the words just refused to leave your lips. 

“I—I missed you so much.” You said instead as you watched the corners of his mouth twitch. 

He didn’t say a word back.

Hips lips were too occupied with sucking love bites against your skin. 

He didn’t need to tell you that he missed you too. The deep reddish purple markings on your body said it all. 

Draco intertwined his fingers around yours and placed your palms flat against the marble basin in front of you. 

Your dainty fingers brought out the verdant tones of the emerald ring and Draco couldn’t help but admire his family heirloom on you. 

He slowly moved his hands up your arms and let them brush against your bare back—trailing lower and lower till he was barely touching your soaking wet cunt.

“You like it when I touch you here?” He murmured pushing one of his fingers inside for a fleeting second. 

“Hmmm.” You moaned gripping tightly onto the basin and pushing your hips backwards to get more. 

Draco brought his hand to your arse and struck once causing you to hiss through your teeth. 

“Words darling—use your words.”

“Yes….” You whimpered, opening your eyes to stare into the reflection again. There was a kind of unrestrained hunger in his eyes that only made you want him more. 

“Good girl...so fucking perfect..so beautiful.” 

He reached out and wrapped his left hand around your throat and brought your face close to him while the pad of his right thumb rubbed steady circles on your throbbing clit. 

He loved that you were always so wet and ready for him. 

“Draco..I want you inside me..Please..” 

He could have spent hours on end just teasing you with his fingers and tongue if he could. There was just something about you that just made him want to take his time to worship you—to ruin you. 

But time was not on his side and the reflection in front of him was making him increasingly impatient so he did not tease you any further. He simply unbuckled his trousers and pushed his cock where it belonged. 

“Fuck...yes Draco..”

A whimper let your lips at the sudden push and your knuckles turned pale as you gripped tightly onto the marble basin. 

“Look at you…” He murmured against your shoulder as he stared ahead into the mirror—his cock pounding in and out of you. “Taking my cock like such a good girl.” 

He let go of your throat and used his hands to hold your hips firmly in place as he fucked you mercilessly. 

Every time you two had fucked before this, Draco had constantly reminded himself to be a little gentle with you—but today, he wanted to wreck you.

He wanted you to scream his name in a bittersweet mix of pure pleasure and pain as he fucked you relentlessly.

“More...Draco...oh..fuck…yes.” 

Beads of tears started to slip out of your eyes and you started to squirm—clenching him inside of you as your started to feel your orgasm approach. 

“Don’t.” He growled digging his nails into the flesh at your hips. “Don’t fucking come just yet.” 

You winced when he slipped himself out before carrying you back to his room where he sat down at the edge of the bed—positioning you on his lap with your legs on either side as he slipped back into you. 

Draco let you adjust to the new position for a few seconds as you gripped his shoulders as you moved your hips, slowly riding his cock. 

“My perfect little slut.” He sighed cupping your face in his hands as you continued to move against him. 

After letting you ride him for a little longer, he gripped your hips and started to pound into you making your tits bounce up and down. 

“Feels so good Draco—feels so fucking good. Oh god yes.”

With one hand on your arse and his mouth attached to your nipple Draco kept thrusting into you till the room was filled with the sound of your screams mixed with the sound of his skin slapping against yours and the sound rain splattering against the window glass. 

“Fuck y/n...your cunt is so perfect, you take me so fucking good..god.” 

“Harder…”

“So good when you clench me in like that... fuck y/n..I need to fucking fill you up…”

“Draco please..don’t fucking stop...oh..I’m so close..”

You always submitted to him so easily, he enjoyed the control he had over you.

But your sweet moans, the way your lips moved when you sighed his name was enough to make him weak for you. 

You were completely oblivious to the power you held over him. 

He loved you.

And he wanted to say the words out loud over and over again. 

“I love—I love being inside you..I have missed you so much” He said instead. 

“Draco I’m—I’m fucking cumming.” You whined as he continued to move his hips.

“Let go. Fucking cum y/n. Cum with me.”

You let your head fall against his shoulders and dug your nails into his biceps as you succumbed to your orgasm.

He soon followed, painting your walls with his release as he murmured sweet nothings into your skin. 

You held each other close as you both recovered from your highs and and when he eventually fell asleep you whispered into his ear. 

I’ll be thinking of you too Malfoy.

~~~~~~~~~

29th December 

Once glimpse of the calendar and all the feelings you had shoved into a deep dark part of your mind trickled out in the form of tears.

Silent tears.

The kind of tears you cry when the silence of the night gets unbearable.

The kind where you suppress the sound of your wail and hopelessly try and mute any kind of sniffle by pressing your face hard into the pillow because you don’t want to wake anyone up. 

Silent tears are the most painful of tears when mixed with the sound of the clock ticking. 

For some bizarre reason, every second gets more prolonged than the other.

You had tried to hold it together for days. You tried to pretend like Draco’s engagement didn’t bother you. 

But it did. 

You turned your head on your very damp pillow and eyed the pack of smokes on your night stand. Draco had left when he came to drop off your present. 

On an impulse, You stepped out of your bed as your trembling fingers reached for the 25 pack of expensive looking cigarettes. 

The second you opened the box, the slight scent of nicotine wafted up your nose and you slowly placed a cigarette at the corner of your chapped and dry lips and lit it up. 

Like always, you coughed and wheezed the second you inhaled. 

You hated how it felt. 

But you loved how close you suddenly felt to Draco.

In a twisted kind of way, It felt like you were submerged in his presence again. 

Your lips tasted like they had been kissed by him again.

The more you inhaled the better it felt.

In a fucked up kind of way, The word felt right again.  

And slowly, the night faded into morning as one cigarette turned into another. 

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30th December 

Pansy had flooed to your hour the minute she received a letter last night in your drunken handwriting talking about how amazing cigarettes were and how pretty Astoria was.

With a mug filled to the brim with tea in between her hands, she rested her back against the armchair in your room, tilting her head to get a better look at you. 

Your face was pressed sideways against the pillow and she could tell you’d been crying by the dried mascara stains on your cheeks. 

A half smoked cigarette was pressed into the makeshift ashtray that you’d made out of your bedside table making Pansy wonder if she’d ever seen you this miserable. 

Your duvet was barely covering your shoulders and just as Pansy was standing up to pull them up, your bedroom door creaked open. 

“I just wanted to drop something off.” Draco  mumbled almost like he was talking to himself as he took a step into the room—hand in his blazer pocket.

Pansy didn't say a word as she watched Draco with her eyes narrowed. She observantly watched him pull out a tiny box from his pocket and mumble a spell to restore it to its original size.

“What are those?” 

“Assorted sweets.” He said softly, with his gaze not leaving your sleeping form once. “She wouldn’t stop talking about exploding bonbons the other night at the pub.” 

Pansy heaved out a sigh as she watched Draco place the box of sweets on your bedside table before reaching to gently push away your hair from your face. 

“Don’t get me wrong Draco, but you really shouldn’t be here right now.” 

His weary eyes flickered as he turned to look questioningly at Pansy—retreating his hand from your face. 

“You are getting engaged tomorrow—look at her, look at the state she is in. She won’t say it out loud but It’s clearly killing her.” 

As much as Draco hated agreeing with Pansy, she was right. 

Even while asleep, you looked worn out and restless with your eyebrows scrunched up indicating tension.

He wasn’t even going to get himself started on the cigarettes and wine bottles on your night stand.

“Will you let her know that I came by?” He looked half expectantly at Pansy who gave him an apologetic smile in return. “Never mind I guess.” 

As Draco reluctantly backed away from you,  Blaise’s words lingered in his mind. 

What is holding you back Malfoy?

(To be continued...)

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Part 6: Final Chapter Preview:

The Malfoy Manor was being decorated and every little detail of the decor screamed nothing but aristocratic, pristine, perfect.

It was like everything was just a futile attempt to conceal the dullness, loneliness and the fucked up pure blood traditions hiding deep within the manor walls.

Much like his so-called arrangement with Astoria that seemed so perfect on paper.

Pure blood families, rich family history, old money.

What could go wrong right?..

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[rogue-durin-16]

AN UNUSUAL YEAR (Part I/V)

Summary: After having little to no interest on girls for five years, Fred suddenly feels the need to nag the shit out of a certain witch, completely oblivious to the reason behind it.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: fluff (+ enemies to lovers)

Tags:

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: none

A/N: I'm currently going through a Harry Potter fever ('tis the damn season), so I thought I'll write something. I might write more of this story, (maybe turn it into a multipart) we'll see. If you'd like to be tagged in this, let me know.

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I had always supposed that reaching the sixth year at Hogwarts meant subjects would get way more demanding and complex, and I to be proven right, only two weeks in were needed.

Added to the usual difficulties, we would be hosting The Triwizard Tournament. Having the castle be almost twice as crowded as the other years, when all you crave is a quiet spot to study, wasn't ideal.

As I said, the first two weeks were already hard enough.

During the third week though, believe it or not, things got even worse —and our guests hadn't even arrived yet.

The Slytherin common room was quieter than the library these days, that's the sole reason why, at 3:35 pm, my best friend and I were already making our way there.

To our luck, we arrived just in time to see the two redheaded troublemakers par excellence high-fiving each other besides my common room's entrance.

"What on Merlin's beard are you two doing here?!" Both of them jumped at the sight of two Slytherins.

"The question is what are YOU doing here?" One of them questioned back, probably attempting to distract us. "You two should be in the library."

"What did you do?" I squinted my eyes at them and, while one raised his hands in surrender, the other just shrugged.

"Nothing." He motioned at our door nonchalantly. "If you don't believe me, check it yourself."

My friend and I shared a reluctant look, and before I could say anything, she was heading to the door.

"Mathilda wait—" I gasped when she sunk into what appeared to be the stone floor.

"Okay now, I wasn't expecting her to actually do it." When I attempted to step forward, a hand on my forearm prevented me from it.

"Don't step further." He warned. "Just in case."

"I'm not stupid." I hissed before grabbing my wand, which made the tall redhead back off. "Revelio." Slowly, a swamp was revealed to be where the entrance hall to the Slytherin common room was supposed to.

Now that it was visible, both twins hurried to get my friend out of their giant prank.

"Get rid of this." I ordered as they pulled her up, her bottom half covered in mud.

"Pffft... no?" One of them scoffed, walking away from Mathilda and stepping closer to me. "It's a masterpiece. It stays."

"If it stays, I will throw you into your masterpiece." I threatened, putting my wand back in my pocket.

"Oh, I'd love to see you try."

I glared at him, partially because I hated that cocky attitude these two —specially him— always exhibited, but also because I had to look up in order to make eye contact.

"Listen Weasley,"

"It's Fred." Oh what would I give to wipe that stupid grin off his face.

"I don't care." Refusing to step back as he clearly wanted to achieve by towering me, I stepped forward, lightly pushing him back with one hand. "You will remove this from here or I will walk right now to the Potions Classroom and split on you."

The twins seemed to have a silent conversation with their eyes only. After a moment of silence, the one with my friend spoke. "We'll get rid of it right now and you won't say anything." I nodded, my eyes still fixed on Fred's. "Just so we're clear, this was not set up for you."

"The next one will be, though." Fred assured me with an almost wicked smile. "I'll make sure you can't use the revelio on it."

"Is that a promise, Weasley?" I asked in an unconsciously defying tone.

"You can be sure of it, Y/l/n."

"It's Y/n." I retorted, mocking him.

"I don't care." I rolled my eyes when he did the same, finally breaking eye contact with him.

"C'mon Thilda," I held out my hand to her "let's see if someone can sneak us into the Ravenclaw common room."

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"You think Fred meant it?" Mathilda inquired, the worry slipping through her words as she played with her breakfast.

"I doubt so." Angelina, who was sitting in front of us, replied without even looking up from her quidditch history book. "They seem more trouble than they are, really." I scoffed; it was easier for her to say that; she was a Griffindor after all. "Deep down they're nice sort, Y/n. They won't pick up on you for ruining a prank."

"I don't trust them."

"I'm not saying you have to—" Angelina jumped slightly when a wad of paper hit my face.

"You were saying?" I grunted, making eye contact with the red haired boy waving at me from the Griffindor table.

When I opened the wad, it read:

'miss me? —Fred ;)'.

"Look at his smug face." I hissed. "I'm gonna-"

"Ignore him. You're gonna ignore him." Angelina finished, fairly unconcerned. "I assure you he'll get bored in less then two days if he can't get a reaction out of you."

For the sake of having breakfast in peace, I only dedicated him a fake smile and did as my friend said. It seemed to work, until it was time to leave for class.

"We should get moving." Mathilda spoke, putting her plate aside and picking up her things as I did the same.

"I have a free period now." Angelina informed us. "Or as free as it can be. You?"

"Divination. Y/n?"

"Charms— Fuck." I whined as something dawned on me. "Those gits are in my class." I spared them a glare. "If they ruin my favorite subject I'm gonna—" a sudden splash of water on my face left my shirt soaked for at least the next hour. "You got the nerve—!" I yelled at the guy who was already making eye contact with me.

"I do, indeed!" He cut me off, winking at me from across the table, his chin resting on the palm of his hand with a teasing grin dancing on his lips as he asked, "what are you gonna do now, Y/l/n?" His twin brother, though I could only see his back, was clearly not enjoying this behavior.

Mathilda checked my gaze, dreading the worst. "Y/n, don't. You're gonna make Slytherin lose points." She knew the warning wouldn't do much, but at least she had tried.

Angelina, instead of backing our friend and try to calm me down, got up and walked to the table where the Weasleys sat.

FRED'S P.O.V.

"I hope you know you're dead." Angie stood in front of me, before using her book to tap my brother's arm. "George, move."

"What?"

The three of us spared a look at Y/n, who had, ignoring McGonagall yells, stepped over her table to get to us.

"Move. Now."

"Ssshit." My brother moved just in time for Y/n to repeat the same forward move on our table.

It's not as if I didn't have the time to move and run away, she hadn't rushed; on the contrary, she walked calmed and composed, and still I did not move an inch.

I guess a part of me wanted to know what she'd do to me.

"Look at you." I began to wind her up again when she climbed off the table on my side, sitting down on its surface with her shoes over the bench. "Doing the impossible to be near me, how romant—"

My sentence died off abruptly as a handful of scrambled eggs was mashed against my face.

I heard a burst of laughs around me. "Blimey! I'm sorry, Fred," she feigned worry, smearing what I assumed were the remaining rests of my breakfast all over my chest. "I hope you're not late to Charms because of this." She whispered near my ear, making a shiver go down my spine when her breath hit my neck. "See you there, yeah?"

Her hand squeezed my shoulder and her fingers ran over my shoulder blades as she walked away.

I felt a napkin placed in my hand and I was quick to remove as much scrambled eggs as possible from my face, just in time to see Y/n exiting the Great Hall with McGonagall jogging after her.

"You know?" Lee asked, drawing my attention. "Picking up on the girl you fancy is kind of a toddler strategy."

"Yeah, Fred," my brother agreed. "you're not an eighth year-old anymore."

"And you chose the wrong girl to nag" Angie added," if you keep it up, she will surely kill you." She held back a teasing smile. "And you should be careful" she nudged George. "I don't think she can tell you both apart, you can end up as collateral damage."

"But you wouldn't let that happen, would you?" I rolled my eyes when George scooted closer to our quidditch chaser.

"Depends on how annoying you are." She faked indifference as my brother searched for her eyes.

"I don't fancy her." I not-so-randomly stated. "But I can't stop pranking her now that she ruined my breakfast."

"You can and you will, Weasley." I jolted at McGonagall's voice behind me. "Twenty points from Gryffindor." At least I'm not grounded, I thought. "And you're grounded for the rest of the week."

"But Y/n— Ouch!" my brother kicked me under the table so I would shut it.

"Y/l/n has received her fair share of punishment, too, Weasley." The professor gave me a poorly masked, disgusted look. "Go and..." She waved her hand "Clean yourself up, Y/l/n will inform professor Flitwick about this incident. And Weasley," She stared at my brother. "Aren't you supposed to be heading to Charms too?"

"Yes ma'am." He replied, throwing everything into his bag, getting up and rushing out of there, not before grabbing his robe.

"The day's promising." I groaned, handing my things over to Angelina so I could go to the bathroom.

"You made the day promising by messing with a Slytherin, you twit." She pointed out, putting my things over hers. "Now go clean those eggs from your shirt."

"Aye, mother!" I headed off before Angie could add anything else to the conversation, loosening my tie as I moved forward.

As I cleaned off everything I could in the nearest bathroom, a random thought slipped into my mind.

Had Y/n been punished too? And if so, would we fullfil the punishment together? It seemed logical that if one of us got grounded, the other one would get grounded too; consequently, it would only make sense for us to—

Shut it. I mumbled to my own mind.

I didn't care. I did not care if she was punished or not. It was none of my business.

I don't fancy her, I thought to myself once again.

[worldismyne]

Mad At Disney: Ch1

Summary: What if Rhodri held onto the illusion staff too long?

Pairing: Harv x Finn

Rating: T

A fic rewrite of that one comic I tried to make ages ago OTL

This does make me realize we could use an AO3 tag. Anyone know how to get one???

Once upon a time, in a castle deep in the enchanted forest, was the fairest maiden in all the land. She lived in the tallest room of the tallest tower, guarded by Cailburry's wicked witch. Well, technically the witch was her mother and wicked was a strong term, but she was certainly protective of her family.

For years Finn had been tormented by a monster that lurked in the forest. However, now that Rhodri had assumed his rightful place on the throne, the monster had mysteriously disappeared. In fact, a lot of Finn's problems seemed to have neatly resolved themselves. The mean knights that bullied her in the palace now treated her like a proper lady. She was able to play the harp for the court as much as she wanted without worrying about that stupid school that she had gone to for some reason.

Some reason...

She didn't quite remember the reason, it all seemed so silly now, that her and Emet had desperately wanted to go there. After all, she was going to be queen and queens could do whatever they wanted. Her mother was overjoyed, or at least, she would be if she was around. Everyone was just so stinking happy all the time, but Finn couldn't shake this weird feeling that would come and go.

Like this morning, she had been doing her daily chores, singing to animals and such as she always did. However, when it came time to bring the laundry in from the clothesline she wasn't sure how to bring the clean clothes in. She struggled with the clothes pins and rope and her clothes billowed in the breeze out the tower window, still out of reach. It was almost like she had never done laundry before. Which was ridiculous, because she had to have been the one to do the chores, otherwise who else would? So why was she so bad at this?

Yesterday too, she had opened a pantry full of rich ingredients to cook with, but the only thing she knew how to use was the kettle. She couldn't mend clothes or churn butter or any of the things she supposedly knew, or felt like she should know. If it weren't for the birds and squirrels that listened to her weeping, nothing would have been done.

Perhaps she was just a klutzy person?

After all, she did often find herself in peril, needing someone to save her constantly. Yes, that must be it. Damsels always needed saving in stories and such, it's just the way things were. Just as she reached this conclusion, her arm outstretched to grab hold of a stocking, she felt her balance shift out the window of her tower.

The wind rushed past and she let out a terrified shriek. Too scared to watch the ground come up to meet her, she clenched her eyes shut hoping for a painless death. The rushing sensations stopped, but her screams continued, until she realized she hadn't hit the ground. A fall from that that height should have killed her regardless. And yet, by some miracle, Harv had caught her.

For the first time in days, a sense of familiarity washed over her. Him, being there, right when she needed him to be; this actually felt normal.

"Are you okay?" Harv asked. She was still staring at him, partially in shock and partially because there was a suspicious number of birds flying around with flowers. Roses to be specific. She felt her face flush and tried to shoo her animal friends away. Harv and her were just friends! This was not the time to go making a romantic scene and singing love songs; even if he was still holding her. She squirmed and tried to get her feet on the ground as quickly as possible. "Carefully, don't hurt yourself." She put good distance between them, and tried to slow the beating of her heart.

"What are you doing here?" She was too embarrassed to look him in the face.

"It's Monday," Harv frowned, "normally we go to class together." Yes, that did sound correct, she used to always follow him to school for some reason.

Some... reason...

These gaps in her memory were really starting to make her anxious. She was pretty and rich, she had no need for education, but she used to go there anyway. She clearly remembered Harv would take her to school with him and they'd spend the whole day together doing things... But what things? Surely it had to be important for her to insist on going with him every day. It wasn't like she went just to cling to Harv like always; he hated her clinging to him anyway.

"I can't go, I promised Rhodri I'd watch him do king things today." Which sounded absolutely boring, but she had definitely promised to go. She had heard the words come out of her mouth with her own ears. Harv looked irritated at first, like he was about to say something, then shook his head.

"Are you really okay going to the palace by yourself?" That was an odd question to ask, of course she'd go by herself, everyone in town loved her? A warm feeling, almost like a sedative washed over her. Everyone loved her, she was safe, it was everything she ever wanted. Silly Harvey was worrying himself over nothing.

"Of course I'll be okay," she giggled, "it's not like you have to hang out with me all the time." He looked at her alarmed and disappointed, and something twisted in her stomach. That same, weird intense desire to cling to him like a security blanket and never let go. It was scary, and yet, for the first time in weeks something she wanted to do made sense. Harv volunteering to ditch school just to escort her was something she longed to take him up on.

But Rhodri wouldn't like that.

She was supposed to be his queen, and queens had royal guards to protect them, not warriors in training. No good would come of making Rhodri jealous on purpose like she usually did. Was that why she went to school all the time? Yet, when she looked at Harv, she knew deep in her heart that wasn't the reason she hung out with Harv even though the thought kept trying to take root in her head.

"I-" She wanted him to come with her, or better yet, go to class like she was supposed to. She almost told him she changed her mind about going to the palace, but when she looked away all she could think of was how upset that would make Rhodri. "You know I shouldn't be talking to you, you could get in trouble." That also felt true, unfortunately. She couldn't linger behind anymore. She was going to be late. "Thank you for saving my life, again, but I have to go." She hurried off, briefly stopping to pick up the abandoned stocking. And as she ran, another thought occurred to her.

No one in her home wore stockings.

-v-

Visiting the palace now was always a surreal ordeal. The former crown princess now worked as a maid in the palace and was always there to greet her. Finn would then be dragged into a dressing room full of expensive gowns that filled her with this sense of dread. Not because the gowns used to belong to someone else, or because they were too expensive, but just because they were so... feminine. Princesses and queens did not run around in pants though, so she couldn't either. Which just made the whole thing all the more arduous.

So she'd sit, and get her hair pulled into tight curls and decorated in gaudy jewelry and overall just put up with the discomfort of looking the part of the king's girlfriend because she had to. People expected a pretty girl to sit next to him in the throne room; even though she never had to put on makeup or dumb dresses to hang out with Harv. She berated herself for letting her mind wander at a time like this. At least the former princess was silent, that was a blessing, she could vent her frustration all she wanted to a bemused face and no one would be the wiser.

"Oh Princess, I just don't know what to do." She coughed as a cloud of white powder came off the perfumed powder puff. "I mean, Rhodri's the perfect husband for me; we're both rich and famous, everyone's excited we're in charge. Once I'm Queen, I won't need anyone to protect me, I can just have all my enemies executed." She sighed. "So why do I keep feeling like I'm in the wrong place?" The Princess kept picking out pink things that made Finn scowl. "I'm just afraid if Rhodri asks me to stay in the palace, I won't be able to say no. I'll just be going from one cage to another. Do you see my dilemma?" Princess pulled out the last curler and fluffed Finn's hair with a placid smile. Of course she didn't care. She probably thought this whole thing was quite amusing.

Finn sighed and gathered the strength to walk into court feeling like an absolute fool. That was the one good thing about being next to Rhodri, she didn't feel as self conscious when he was around. His choice of dress was a childishly opulent selection of gold fabrics and jewels. It was like staring directly at the sun; painful and awe inspiring all at once. It made everything she was forced to wear plain by comparison. On one hand, she preferred fading into the background while in the palace, the less people who saw her like this the better. One the other hand, she did not like being upstaged for some reason.

UGH 'some reason'.

How she loathed 'some reason'. How could she be so empty headed that the only conclusion she kept coming back to was 'some reason'? It was like looking into a pool hoping to find the ocean floor, only to find yourself in ankle deep water.

The throne room was vastly empty and generically well decorated. Albeit more simple than she remember it being. Rhodri was sitting in his throne upside down, his legs lazily draped over the back of the chair. Now, ordinarily this was undignified behavior for court, but it was Rhodri so it was okay. He perked up the moment he saw her, flipping himself upright with a grin. She took her seat next to him, briefly marveling at how vacant the court was.

"Finn! I'm so glad you came. This job can be real boring, who knew right? But it's cool now that your here." He was happy and all was right with the world for a moment. Her mind felt like a sieve, unable to hold a coherent thought other than to sit a look pretty like always. She couldn't think of a single thing people did in court other than sit there. It was the strangest thing. Rhodri made pleasant small talk with her, she nodded and laughed where appropriate, floating on a cloud.

The moment she let her eyes wander out the castle windows, she saw Harv herding goats. Which, no, that can't be right. He said today was a school day, school didn't let out for another few hours. Not that she minded all that much. Watching him fumble while herding and fight the urge to nod off on the job was far more entertaining than sitting there and smiling. She should have brought her harp, then she could have played musical accompaniment to him chasing the kids around. That would have been really funny.

"Hey, uh-" She turned back to Rhodri, "I got you something." He held a small box out to her. Finn grabbed it in the blink of an eye, eager to judge whatever accessory was inside. "It'll still be a few years until I can officially make you queen, but I wanted to make it offiicial." She opened the box to find a pearl engadgement ring. It fit, of course, everything Rhodri gave her fit perfectly. "You can wait until then, right?" She put on the ring and held it up to the light. It was simply perfect.

~v~

Once she got home, the ring felt less heartfelt and more comical. Her, married to a king, it just didn't sit well in her stomach. Each day it just seemed to get worse, this feeling that something wasn't quite right. Mother wasn't usually gone this long. The palace wasn't usually empty during midday. And things were just, missing from the house, not that she could put her finger on what they were. She certain she owned more than one pair of pants, not that she could find them. Her favorite harp was gone too and she was certain if it had gone missing or god-forbid broke, she would have found something to replace it.

She slipped off the ring and put it on her vanity.

Something was wrong. Maybe it was just her, or maybe it was the things missing from her mother's study that made her nervous. It was terribly frustrating to stand in front of the display cabinet full of staffs, recognize them, and not remember what a single one of them does. The day to day goings on in the town was becoming emptier too or at the very least, it was harder to ignore the missing pieces.

She stared at herself in the mirror. Golden tresses framed a soft face decorated with long fluttery lashes; all of it she hated it so much. Her own reflection made her want to throw something at the mirror and shatter it into a million pieces. Which made no sense because she was the prettiest maiden- She tightened her grip on a jewel encrusted music box, stupid painted nails digging in between the gems. She didn't want any of this and it was really starting to make her...

Mad?

For a brief second, the person looking back at her in the mirror, it didn't look like 'her' but it was her. Maybe the real her, but it was gone too soon to be sure.

Night fall was fast approaching, and the exhaustion from trying to play her part was starting to weigh on her. She didn't have time to throw a fit or cry, there was chores to do. Which was so unfair since, well, they were hard. After a long hard day, she should do something relaxing, let her little animal friends handle the grueling task of washing dishes. After serenading her companions she stared long and hard at the golden can phone.

She knew better, she really did, but after a day like this; there was only one person she really wanted to talk to.

She lay on her feather-down bed, twisting and untwisting the golden thread that connected her can to Harv's house. It was odd, feeling so fidgety over a phone call, it wasn't like this was the first time she'd try to reach him. Even if he was in the middle of chores, he'd pick up, now shouldn't be any different. Even if he was still upset from this morning.

"Hello?" She breathed a sigh of relief, just from hearing his voice she felt more at ease. "...Hello?"

"Oh!" Finn nearly dropped the can. "Sorry, I- I forgot what I was going to say."

"Finn?" She could hear something splash into a metal basin over the line. "I thought you didn't want to talk to me."

"I never said that." Finn bit her lip. "I said I shouldn't, it's not the same. I- I've missed talking to you. It's weird not seeing you every day." A few concerned bunnies hopped on her lap, looking up at her with big doe-eyes.

"Don't you mean talking at me?" Oh she wish she was there so she could give him a good shove. That was not nearly as funny a thing to say as he thought it was. Instead, she buried her hand into the rabbit's fur, angora fur always did make her feel better. "Come on, if you don't laugh it just sounds mean."

"That's because it was mean." She huffed. "You're always like this; well if all you're going to do is complain about me I should just-"

"Wait, don't hang up!" Finn brought the can back to her ear.

"I'm listening." Big and Puck were fighting in the background as Harv adjust the can in the crook of his shoulder. It was almost comforting in a way.

"Why did you call? If, y'know, you wanted to talk to me."

"I... Does there have to be a reason?" Usually there wasn't one in particular, she'd spend hours complaining about the palace, or how boring it was when they had a day off from school. "School!" She sat up startling the bunnies. "You said we had school today, but I thought I saw you with the goats near the palace. Did you skip class?"

"No! I never skip class." She heard his hands still in the water. "There wasn't really any class, it was weird, I went into the room and it looked... wrong... I know that sounds ridiculous-"

"No, no please; keep going." She sank into the pillows as he spoke.

"Well, like, my desk was all clean. Not, like it's usually dirty, but it just looked kinda plainish and like every other desk. Which, I mean, it should we all have the same desks, but I don't know... And like, Cliff and Trevor were there and Bruiser, but I couldn't get a good look at their faces; and I didn't recognize some of the other students. Todays lecture was the same too." He was getting more frantic as he put things away. "Like, almost exactly the same, which it shouldn't be right? There was, ugh, I'm blanking on what it's called; but they'd like do different things on different days." He sighed. "What's wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

"You usually don't let me talk this long." Finn tilted her head, raking through her memories, but came up empty handed. She hadn't done anything too out of the ordinary, hanging on his every word like always.

"I was listening." Finn shrugged. "Was I not supposed to?"

"That's not- Don't you have an opinion of some kind?" Harv insisted, and dimly a spark lit in her heart; because of course she did. She had an opinion on everything! Like, how dare he keep cleaning his home when he should be talking to her!? And his brothers were being too loud, she knew exactly which lump of dirt they were fighting over. And who cares what those barbarians faces look like, she could never see them either. They all looked the same. It was a stupid thing to worry over and- oh. Right, that was something they fought about quite a bit, wasn't it.

"You always roll your eyes when I talk about my 'opinions', and grumble, and say you're too busy for them." She wanted Harv to like her so badly, but he always kept putting distance between them for some reason.

"I don't always..." But he faltered as well and let out a heavy sigh. "You never said anything about it before, I didn't think- I'm sorry. I just- I feel like my mind's just been running in circles lately, and I really need to know if it's just me; am I over thinking things?"

"Well yes, but... that doesn't mean you're wrong." She did her best to hold back the tidal wave of thoughts that threatened to spill out now that she had Harv's permission to dump obvious truths into his lap. "Except for the desk thing. It's filthy, you're little drawings get all smudgy after a few days and get ink all over everything."

"Drawings! That's what was missing."

"Which, it's odd that they weren't there... Maybe somebody cleaned up everything for the coronation."

"That, that's weird too. Like, Rhodri's king now, right? But he's the middle child, and dad's still alive. So, shouldn't dad be king instead?" Finn bit her lip, so that's what he meant by overthinking.

"No, he was just a soldier, he wasn't even a knight; why would he be king?"

"Oh, yeah, I guess you're right."

No.

That was wrong.

Harv would never just admit Finn was right, Finn would have to fight for it. Especially if Finn was in the right and Harv was dead wrong. They still argued about whether or not Hevvin was dangerous up until he... Finn punched her pillow. She had almost had something, but somewhere in the lull of the conversation she had lost it. Whatever thought she had been chasing.

"This wasn't... I thought we'd have at least 3 years before we had to worry about the future." Finn tried to ignore the gleaming ring on her vanity as Harv spoke. "I just, I guess I assumed that..." Finn gripped something soft very tight, hoping he'd just spit out what she'd been waiting to hear from him since she'd met him. Probably too tight, the bunny yelped like a grown woman and tried to bite back. "What was that?" Finn shooed the bunny away with an apologetic smile.

"Oh, you know, just one of my many forest friends." She laughed, trying to ignore how warm her face felt. "You were saying?" The other end of the line was eerily silent.

"...I thought you hated animals?" She felt the blood drain from her face. There was vermin in her house, shedding all over the place, licking the things she had to eat off of. "Except... birds, kinda. Did you get a bird?" The only living things in the house should have been her and her mother! No wonder she felt uncomfortable here, she was never actually alone!

"Harvey, something is definitely wrong." Finn scrambled up against the wall, watching helplessly as the two bunnies hoped around her room. She couldn't even remember how she got them to listen to her in the first place. Was it a special song or some kind of spell of some sort. "Right now," she took a slow breath, "I think there are more animals in my house than yours." She could hear hooves and claws coming up the stairs. Of course, because she's really upset right now, and these things love to try and comfort her. "Don't just stand there, do something?"

"Finn, I'm at home. What am I supposed to do about it?" There was a deer in her room now. It was sniffing around her diary, but she didn't want to get slobbered on, trying to rescue it. "Especially when you're not making any sense."

"Harv, just get over here!" She would shake him if she could. All her nice things were in danger of getting pooped on!

"Alright, just, give me a minute; okay?" He hung up the phone and she sank back onto her knees. Her relief was short lived as glanced down at her night clothes. They were so plain and no way for a damsel to be dressed for when her hero arrived. There was so little time to get ready, and her makeup was all smudged and tear stained. She clapped her hands gathering the attention of all the critters in the room.

"There has to be something in this house Harvey hasn't seen me in; quickly now, we haven't got all day!" The bluebirds riffled through her drawers, as the mice gathered together to cut apart one of her mother's old gowns. When was the last time she'd worn black and purple? It felt like forever. As she groomed herself in the mirror, she couldn't quite recall why Harv said he was coming over. Well, better to be over dressed, than under dressed. She wouldn't want to give him the wrong idea.

~v~

As soon as Harv hung up the phone the phone he felt that familiar haze that tried to creep into his head. It was a sensation he had experienced a few times back when Leenan tried to convince him he was a princess. If the witch had been up to something, surely Finn would have had some insight; and Finn had sounded genuinely panicked over the phone. Perhaps he wasn't overthinking after all. It wouldn't hurt to check the witches house for any clues now that he had a legitimate excuse to go inside. These moments of clarity were just so fleeting, it was easy to loose track of his train of thought and fall back into a dream-like state. It didn't help that no one else in his family could pick up on it.

He quickly threw on his armor and grabbed his satchel as he tried to avoid his younger siblings that were underfoot. Just as he reached the door his mother called out to him.

"Where are you going? Dinner's almost ready." He looked up at the ceiling, willing himself to draw from his wealth of patience not to plunge further out into the night without permission.

"I just have to check something real quick, I promise I'll be back right away." He just needed to get there before he forgot what Finn asked him to do. Which, darn it all, he already couldn't remember; something to do with animals. "It's kinda life or death, so I'll just be going." His father came in through the front door with water from the well.

"Not so fast young man." His dad took his satchel and put it back on the rack. "We have a special guest coming any minute now, you can't go without at least saying hello."

"It's just Rhodri." He kept repeating to himself that Finn needed him now, whatever it took to hold onto the idea of getting out of the house.

"That's no way to talk about your king." Rhodri was welcomed into the house with hugs and fresh bread, bragging about his productive day at the castle like he didn't see them every day. Instead of going to Finn's house, Harv found himself hanging up his armor again and joining his family at the dinner table. "Oh, and I forgot the best part; Finn accepted the ring! Mom, how old do people have to be to get married again?" Harv choked on a piece of brisket, pounding his chest to dislodge it.

"Oh sweetie, you're king now, you get to decide that for yourself." His mother kissed Rhodri on the forehead.

"Oh right." Rhodri grinned. "I guess sooner rather than later then."

"You can't!" Harv gasped for air after swallowing. Everyone at the table was staring at him with concern. "You can't marry Finn." Rhodri tightened his grip on the scepter he carried with him. In the lamp light it almost seemed to glow.

"She already said yes." Rhodri narrowed his eyes. "Just because she used to like you doesn't change the fact that she likes me better now." Harv felt woozy though, this wasn't right. His dad shouldn't be congratulating Rhodri on this, he hated anything to do with magic, it was why Finn couldn't come over. The last time she tried, the poor girl had salt thrown at her. It wasn't fair that Rhodri was getting praised for something he was too afraid to do. No matter how you sliced it, it didn't make sense. "You're just jealous."

"Harv dear, you look pale, are you feeling alright."

It was so familiar, the light headedness, especially now that it was uncomfortable to breath.

"I didn't mean to ruin dinner." The words tumbled out loose and flat. "I'm going to go lay down and... think about what I said." Why had he said something so cruel to a king. He shouldn't be getting in the way of anyone's happiness, least of all his brother's. He laid down in the shared bedroom and tried to block out the excited chatter about wedding plans. What was the point in fighting against the inevitable?

AN: Mostly just wanted to play around with the how the magic staff works. Basically, Rhodri's 12, so like there's things he just doesn't know about the way the world works. So the world around them is kinda suffering because of it. He also doesn't know what people know about each other. So while he can use the magic to make Finn think that he's a girl he can't overwrite things Finn knows about Harv (if that makes sense). But, unless presented with a direct contradiction, that information's hard to retrieve thanks to the staff. Hopefully that makes sense.

[littlepanduh-writes-365]

Day 59

Title: “Nightmare”

Features: Wendy (Red Velvet) x SuA (Dream Catcher)

Word Count: 1,750

Description: Bora has a nightmare and Wendy comes to comfort her.

Note: No, I don't actually ship them. This fic doesn’t even focus on romance. I have a long list of group crossovers that I wanted to write and WenSua has been high on my priority list with all their cute interactions.

Tags: Dream Diary, Comfort

“Aren’t you a little too old to be teaching little kids?” One of Bora’s co-dance teachers gives her a mischievous smile.

Bora isn’t one to be sensitive about her age, but she would never let down a fight with Gahyeon, even if she appears to be seven-years-old in this dream.

Dreams are not supposed to make sense.

Bora doesn’t really have time to process that.

Yoohyeon walks into the studio and makes her way towards the two of them. Class is about to start soon and Bora’s fleeting annoyance is causing her to conjure up a wicked idea.

“Is that so?” By the time Yoohyeon reaches them, Bora grabs her hand. “If you’re young enough, then why don’t you teach the class?”

It’s a horrible comeback, really.

Dream-Gahyeon’s face falters. It’s exactly what Bora wants though.

The door opens and students trickle in.

Yerim is the first to enter the classroom. She runs up to the staff. “Gahyeon! It’s going to be a full house today! It should be fun with all these new dancers!”

Bora doesn’t have much time to think. She grabs Yoohyeon’s hand and bolts out of the room.

She’s dragging Yoohyeon throughout the mall. When was the dance studio located in a mall? Dreams really are unpredictable.

Despite this being a dream, all of Bora’s visions seem so vivid. As they pass through Minji’s hot pot stall, she sees Yubin’s panda nursery. She can feel herself deeply breathing, but all she hears is Siyeon’s latest single in the mall stereo. Bora doesn’t make anything out of the strange reverie.

Now that things are reeling, Bora allows her mind to roam. New students are always good. She probably shouldn’t have left Gahyeon alone though. She’s probably going to get fired. Yoohyeon is also probably going to get in trouble.

Nonetheless, her partner-in-crime is laughing along. Bora turns back to her just to see her smile. She can’t decipher if the reaction is swoon-inducing or just contagious, but Bora just clutches on tighter as she winds through the mall.

Even if none of this made sense at all, Bora was experiencing an emotional high and didn’t want to lose it.

So they keep running. Past Joohyun’s campfire training. Through Sooyoung’s fashion show.

Bora is surprised that she hasn’t run out of breath, but reminds herself for the nth time that this is a dream. Deciding to end her illusive marathon, she enters a clothing store and makes her way to the dressing rooms. If someone from the studio was still chasing after her, they for sure wouldn’t find them there, not for a while anyways.

The dressing room is dark. Bora takes it as a warning sign, but ignores it. She can still hear Yoohyeon’s squeals. As ominous as it sounds, she hears footsteps behind her.

Bora eyes the first door. Maybe hiding in the second or third room would be smarter, but hiding was her first priority. Also, the darkness was starting to get to her.

They’re steps away, but then everything seems to slow down for Bora.

The door opens itself. Bora knows there’s probably a monster in there. They still have time to run to the second room.

In spite of Bora controlling her imaginations for a majority of the dream, it seems like she can’t control herself anymore.

Her hand gets closer to the door handle. The hairs on the back of her neck rise. The scream that comes out of Yoohyeon is no longer playful, rather shrill and bloodcurdling.

In an instant, the colorful delusions get lost in this neverending, pitch-black hallway. Bora’s happiness is replaced with impending doom.

She sees the monster and is questionably calm about it. Bora knows it’s too late and she needs to face the monster head on.

When the door opens all the way, she still doesn’t feel fear. This lack of emotion is all Bora can think about.

The monster is tall and lanky—limbs grotesquely long. It’s head is a circular shape and it’s beady eyes are just white orbs. A crooked smile adorns its face and that’s what seems to get Bora.

It gets closer to her and the fear is finally catching up to her. The feeling is so instantaneous that Bora feels like a lightbulb that cracked from excessive heat.

Yoohyeon is no longer there. The mall is gone. It’s just Bora and this monster.

It’s not going to touch me. Bora thinks that she still has control over this dream, but there’s a sense of hesitance.

Did the hesitance govern? Because one second, Bora accepts that she needs to face this head on. The next second, she’s being hoisted into the air by one of the lanky arms.

It won’t yell. Suddenly, the monster opens its mouth and inhales enough for a roar.

When it comes, Bora hears nothing. She only feels absolute fear.

Trying to get out of the grasp, she shakes.

In return, the blanket falls off her body and she feels the cool air of the room.

Bora investigates her surroundings. At least everything looks familiar. The walls of her apartment are adorned with their pictures. She turns to her side and sees Seungwan’s face covered by her bangs.

Clearly, Bora is no longer in a dream. There’s no question about if this was a weird alternate-universe-dream-continuation.

She sits up and feels the aches in her body. Bora definitely was awake.

The clock reads 3:05AM. Bora should definitely go back to bed, but the strange lanky monster is still vivid in her memory. As a matter of fact, Bora could still remember a lot of obscure scenes, like the smell of Minji’s hot pot broth and Sooyoung’s fashion show.

Seungwan stirs next to her. It’s probably best to leave her alone, for she will notice the tense air emitting from Bora.

As quietly as possible, Bora exits the room.

First, she grabs a glass of water. She might have had unlimited energy in her dream, but her heart was still racing and her throat was parched.

She makes her way to the living room and plops on the couch. Thinking about her dream, Bora stares at the opening in the curtains.

Knowing that the memories of her dreams fade away over time, she tries to replay the memory. However, her body seems to be reacting to the fear, so she contemplates that.

Is the monster supposed to represent anything? Why was she so scared of it, even when she felt brave mere seconds before being grabbed? Why did her worst fear come true after all the bliss? Why was she even scared of the monster?

Dreams aren’t supposed to make sense, but she believes that there is some correlation between her real life and the dreamscape.

Why was she with Yoohyeon? Did she subconsciously harbor feelings for her? Why was everyone there except Dongie and Seulgi?

And what a strange mall. Why was there a hot pot stall next to a panda nursery? Wouldn’t it make more sense to just have a zoo in general? It would also make more sense if whatever survivalist class Joohyun was teaching was nearby since it’s related to nature.

This dream is rather perplexing. It’s not normal for Bora to even remember this much from her dreams. Usually, she’ll remember snippets and research them, but these were such specific scenarios that she thinks it’ll be impossible to psychoanalyze them.

For now, she just stares at the light peeking from the curtains. Her body is operating at a calmer pace—unfortunately, not enough to go to sleep, but enough that the lanky monster no longer inflicts a fight or flight reaction.

Bora takes another sip of her water and sighs. It’s a Tuesday morning and she has work in a few hours. Maybe she’ll tell Yoohyeon about it before their meeting (if she even remembers it).

She doesn’t hear the door to her and Seungwan’s room open. As a matter of fact, she was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t even notice her girlfriend until she appeared in front of her.

Seungwan places herself next to Bora. She leans her head on Bora’s shoulder and wraps her arms around her waist. That vision of the lanky monster is starting to fade away. No more fear. No more mall. Just Seungwan.

“Why are you awake?” Seungwan slur her words. Bora finds it endearing, considering she’s a radio broadcaster that is supposed to enunciate her words well. They’ve been dating for some time now, but she’ll never get tired of small moments that are special only to them.

Bora gently leans into Seungwan and puts an arm around her shoulders. She debates on telling Seungwan about her dream, but as she soaks up her presence, she’s reminded that this is an hour to sleep and the weariness kicks in again.

“I had a nightmare,” she simply says.

Seungwan lifts her head. Through squinted eyes, Seungwan looks at her in concern. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Bora tries to contain her dolphin-squeak laughter, keeping a low chuckle. “It’s nothing serious. I was honestly just shocked and couldn’t get back to sleep. I came here to grab some water.” She blinks, feeling a weight on her eyelids. “I’ll tell you about it later if I remember. Joohyun-unnie and Yoohyeonie were in it, too. As a matter of fact, almost everyone was there.”

After a beat, she doesn’t receive a response. Bora turns to her girlfriend who was just comfortably snuggled in her lap. She brushes some hair behind her ear. “Are you asleep,” she whispers?

There’s a small whine, causing Bora to smile. This hamster was absolutely irresistible.

“Come back to bed with me.” It’s a simple request, but it makes Bora’s heart swoon.

She looks into the hallway, thinking about how far away their room is. If only it weren’t a weekday, she might choose the lazy option of snuggling on the couch. Remembering how sore and cold they’ll be in the morning, Bora finally musters up some strength.

She pats her girlfriend on the back. “Come on. Let’s go back.”

There’s a few seconds before Seungwan sits up. Bora stands up and when she sees Seungwan still sitting on the couch, she extends a hand.

It’s not that long of a walk back, but Bora nearly plops on the bed. Seungwan naturally wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her close.

Bora falls asleep within 15 minutes. She doesn’t dream again.

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[starship-squidlet]

Yo Ho, Hero! A Newsies Space Pirates AU

Summary: Think: Newsies characters, (grittier) Treasure Planet aesthetic, Star Wars planet-hopping, and an embarrassing amount of plot from the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything movie. Jack, Race, and Elmer are plucked out of their ordinary lives and thrust into a whole new world as unlikely heroes when Princess Katherine is captured by a wicked pirate. They join the crew of Prince Charlie and his mage Davey to rescue Katherine and defeat the evil Captain Metalbeard. (Rated T for sequences including violence, blood, fighting, etc.)

Moodboards: Jack, Race, Elmer, Davey, Crutchie/Charlie, Spot, JoJo, Romeo, Skittery, Specs, Finch, Aleesha

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Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen (4/11/21)

Chapter Fifteen (4/17/21)

Chapter Sixteen (4/24/21)

Associated One-shots:

This one about JoJo and Sniper

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What you need to know going into this story:

This fic is a Star Wars AU in that it is (to an extent) set in the Star Wars universe. This is just because I’m too lazy to world-build an entire universe for a single fic, but I already have a lot of energy put into creating my own pieces of Star Wars headcanons, OCs, and etc. that I’ve never gotten around to writing into anything, so I decided to adopt them for this fic. So while Yo Ho, Hero! takes place within the “universe” of Star Wars, it has little to nothing to do with the events of the films/shows/etc. I just wanted to use the planets/species/terminology/etc. of Star Wars instead of putting that much thought into it because I have enough else to do and all I want to do is write, not world-build, dammit.

Despite it sort-of-technically-kind-of-actually being a Star Wars AU, there are no Jedi. Just mages. No force, just good, old-fashioned magic.

In addition to planets/species/terminology/etc. from Star Wars, you may recognize some themes from other media. Yes, the “sailing ship in space” aesthetic is straight from Treasure Planet. It’s also likely that mentions of a planet called “Hyrule” will come up, along with Hylian and Rito species from it. Yes, this is a direct reference to Legend of Zelda, because at one point I was working on a LoZ/Star Wars crossover fic that never got written but did get absorbed into this story apparently. It’s also because I’m too lazy to come up with anything original.

There will be a few OCs who make minor appearances in this fic. Aleesha is one of my first-ever OCs (created when I was literally about 11-12) and has never found her way into an actual written story (despite me having PLANNED several stories about/concerning her) so I’m super excited to use her here!!! Jocasta is my D&D character who I love despite her being an actual disaster. I made a joke about how she should be in this fic cos she’s a pirate then had a galaxy brain moment and actually wrote her into it.

Pretty much any ship they encounter will be named after either a Legend of Zelda game or some other piece of popular media (my other primary source is Twilight book/movie names for some reason don’t @ me I’m unoriginal) so uhhh don’t be surprised by that. I am SO bad at coming up with names for places/things. People? Fine. I can do that. Places/ships/things/etc? Not a chance. (You may think I’m joking here, but you won’t think that when you read about a spaceship named Breath of the Wild or Midnight Sun, because those are both things that I’ve written and that may appear in this story.)

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Also including a cheat sheet of character species/races here because I don’t directly reference many of them by name in the fic. I’ll link references for some of them where I have them.

Jack Kelly: Near-human. May or may not have secret gills.

Race Higgins: “Canus”, AKA dog-based species. Think Dr. Delbert from Treasure Planet.

Elmer Kasprzak: Near-human. Appears human for all intents and purposes.

Davey Jacobs: Former human, current immortal. Basically a human frozen at 25.

Crutchie and Katherine: Humans!

Spot Conlon: “Canus”. Think Dr. Delbert from Treasure Planet.

JoJo: Onotoran (original alien race). Purple skin, deep blue eyes, and a rainbow array of feathers in place of hair on her head and running down her spine to the small of her back. Also feathers on the backs of her hands and running up her forearms to her elbows.

Romeo: half-Felis. Think Tabaxi from D&D but tall, or Captain Amelia from Treasure Planet, but more human cos he’s only half.

Specs: Literally just a Rito from Legend of Zelda (specifically Breath of the Wild).

Finch: half-Rito, half-Hylian. Closer to the look of the Rito in Wind Waker.

Skittery: Verpine (Star Wars: Legends)

Allie Raysh/Aleesha Shray: Human

Jocasta Mar’Soren: May have once been part Hylian but it doesn’t matter any more because she’s now an immortal, like Davey.

Albert Dasilva: Felis. Think Tabaxi from D&D but tall, or Captain Amelia from Treasure planet.

Buttons: he’s basically a cross between an Ood from Doctor Who and a Quarren from Star Wars.

Sarah Jacobs: human or near-human.

Les Jacobs: human or near-human.

Medda: Anatoran (original alien race). See description for JoJo, but with snow-white skin and black eyes and feathers.

Mush Meyers: Cosmoran (original alien race). See description for JoJo, but with coal-black skin and white eyes and feathers.

Elaine O’Dell: Hylian from Legend of Zelda.

Sniper: Togrutan (Star Wars)

Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies, Star Wars, Treasure Planet, the Legend of Zelda franchise, Twilight, or anything you recognize from any of those sources or any other form of published media. I do, however, own this story, Aleesha, the settlement of Haven, Jocasta, and anything else you don’t recognize from any form of published media.

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[ethereal-not-occult]

patience and the mulberry

"With time and patience, the mulberry leaf becomes a silk gown."

Fandom: Good Omens Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Fluff and Angst, Character(s) of Color, Sericulture, silkworms, past religious trauma, but nothing bad happens in this fic I promise, mixed bookverse w/ TV elements, references to Chinese culture Notes: Originally written for the @goodomensfashionzine​ !

“I'll only be a minute, dear.” Aziraphale kissed Crowley's cheek as he opened the door of the Bentley. “You don't have to see me to the door if you don't want to.”

Crowley tightened his grip on the wheel. “Sure, angel. Sounds good to me.” The sibilants slid far too quickly past his clenched jaw, and he bit his tongue to stop the instinctive hiss from escaping.

Aziraphale gave him a sympathetic look, but shut the Bentley's door behind him and soon disappeared through the doors of the church. Once he was out of sight, Crowley slumped forward slightly, sliding his sunglasses up and rubbing at his eyes. A few deep breaths later, and he felt composed enough to exit the Bentley himself in blatant disregard for the “NO PARKING” sign on the curb.¹

[¹ Given his new job position (or lack thereof), lawbreaking was no longer a necessity, but old habits die hard.]

The bright afternoon sun made him wince a bit, and two robins in a nearby bush were getting frisky in a way he would never be able to unhear, but they made it easier to forget the distant wail of air sirens. Even standing out on the road, Crowley's skin prickled faintly with the remembered sting of consecrated ground.

He pushed the feeling aside and walked resolutely forward. Aziraphale was bound to take his sweet time as he mooned over the church's dusty old tomes, but Crowley had his own investigations to conduct while he waited. No rest for the wicked and all that.

The concrete pavement under his snakeskin shoes gave way to grass, and the tingling sensation in his soles faded. Soon he found himself at his intended destination—an Edenic grove of mulberry trees, clustered together in a ring in the church's backyard. He'd spotted them on the drive over and couldn't resist the temptation of a closer look.

Crowley wandered into the garden with a scrutinizing eye. They were young, for trees, but growing well despite their callowness. A particularly stocky sapling hardly flinched when Crowley gave it a token glare, much to his disappointment. Then again, outdoor plants were rarely as well-behaved as properly cowed houseplants. It seemed this attitude persisted even in ecclesiastic gardens such as these.

He cast a surreptitious glance over his shoulder, then reached a hand up into the tree's umbrella-like branches and tugged. The season wasn't quite right for fruits, but he still withdrew clutching a handful of dark ripe mulberries. Hardly apples, but his lips twitched upwards nonetheless. He plucked a berry from the pile and raised it to his lips.

“Zaoshang hao!”

Only a hasty miracle saved Crowley from choking as he jumped and swiveled around. Hovering right outside the churchyard was a middle-aged human, well-dressed and smiling pleasantly at him. Judging by her formal clothing and the Bible she carried, she was a part of the congregation, maybe even the priest herself. Crowley swallowed and stepped backwards.

“Ni shi jiaohui de xinshou ma?” the human called again, picking her way across the dewy grass in his direction. Crowley eyed the Bible she held, willing himself not to break out into hives.

“Um. Wo bu—er, no. I'm not new. Not here for church at all, actually.” He fidgeted and clasped his hands, still full of pilfered mulberries, behind his back. “Just waiting for someone.”

The human raised an eyebrow. “You're welcome to wait inside, if you like,” she said, also switching to English. “I reckon we still have biscuits left from the children's morning service—”

“No!” Crowley said too quickly, and perhaps too sharply. He winced. “I mean. That won't be necessary. I'd much rather stay out here, if it isn't too much trouble.”

The human gave him a Look. Crowley's cheeks heated and he averted his eyes, willing his sunglasses a few shades darker.

“Beautiful, aren't they?”

Crowley's head shot back up. The human had turned her back to him and was running a hand through the glossy green leaves of the nearest mulberry tree. Crowley could practically see the branches stretch out in delight beneath her touch, like a purring cat.

“Volunteers from our congregation take care of them,” the human continued, smiling at the young tree. “The kids here like raising silkworms, you see, and we welcome them to pick leaves from the trees each week to feed them.”

Silkworms. Of course. Despite himself, a hazy memory rose to the forefront of his mind: Sichuan, China, several hundreds of years ago. A family farm, weathered and cozy and oozing enough sheer goodness to make the average demon ill with it. Crowley wouldn't normally be caught dead in such a place, but he had owed a favour to the angel. His fingers twitched at the phantom memory of butter-soft silk fibres against his skin; long, winding threads that stretched out thin and fine, tangling so easily around his uncertain fingers. With this memory came the golden, moon-round face of a child he hadn't thought about in centuries, grinning toothily as they held out a box to him, a box filled with small pale larvae that wriggled among the spade-shaped leaves. “Zhe jiao can.”

Crowley forced himself to return to the present. The human was speaking to him.

“—waiting on Mr. Fell?” she asked.

Crowley blinked. Shook himself a little. “Yeah. He's helping out with the restoration of some old manuscript or other.”

The human smiled again. It was an unnervingly piercing expression. “I'm aware. I was the one who requested his help. Such a lovely man. Are you a friend of his?”

Crowley tensed. “His husband, actually.”

He braced himself, but the human only brightened. “Goodness, then you must be Mr. Crowley! Mr. Fell talks ever so much about you. Finally gone and tied the knot then, have you?”

Before Crowley could stammer out a reply, something dinged loudly, making him jump. The human pulled a phone out from her pocket and squinted at the screen.

“Sorry, I have to run back inside. But it was lovely meeting you, Mr. Crowley.” She stuck out a hand—thankfully not the one that had been holding the Bible—and after a brief hesitation, Crowley shook it. As quickly as she had arrived, the human disappeared from the garden, leaving Crowley alone and off-kilter amid a grove of mulberry trees.

---

Aziraphale emerged from the church around an hour later to find Crowley seated on the curb next to the Bentley, basking in the last rays of the afternoon sun as he scrolled through his phone.

“My dear,” the angel sighed. His joints creaked as he eased himself down to sit next to Crowley on the roadside. “Don't tell me you've been sitting here the entire time.”

“Nope,” Crowley said, popping the ‘p’. “I toured the gardens for a bit. Swiped some fruits, too. The mulberries aren’t half-bad, for a bunch of church plants, but they’ll need a good deal more threatening before they're really up to snuff.”

Crowley stopped when he saw Aziraphale chewing his lip, brow furrowed as he studied Crowley's face. Now it was Crowley's turn to sigh.

“Really, angel. It's fine. I was hardly bored.”

The expression didn't leave Aziraphale's face. A soft brown hand reached out and brushed aside stray wisps of hair from Crowley's forehead. The demon hadn't bothered to cut it since the Apocalypse-that-wasn't, and it was growing longer and more unruly by the day.

“I'm fine.” Crowley caught Aziraphale's hand and held it, carefully. He pressed his lips against the well-manicured fingers. “It was years ago, angel, and we both came out of it all right. You don't need to worry about me.”

Aziraphale still looked vaguely distressed as Crowley drew him close. With the sun setting behind him, framing his face and curly dark hair in a golden halo, he was the most beautiful thing Crowley had ever seen.

He kissed him then, right there on the road, in full sight of the church and probably Someone Else, too, if She happened to be watching at that particular moment. Once, he would've been terrified of such a public display, but he hadn't gone through hellfire and holy water to care anymore about what others thought of them.

As he helped Aziraphale into the Bentley, he noticed abruptly that the angel was carrying what appeared to be a shoebox, of all things, along with his usual camelhair coat.

“What on Earth is that?”

“Oh!” Aziraphale carefully pushed the box over to Crowley. “Mrs. Lao gave it to me once I'd finished with those manuscripts. She said it was a gift for you, actually. Have the two of you met before?”

Crowley stared down at the box, baffled. “We talked for a bit in the gardens just now, but I can’t imagine why…”

He trailed off, and his mouth dropped open as Aziraphale eased open the lid and beheld the contents with a raised eyebrow.

“Good heavens. Are those caterpillars?”

“Silkworms,” Crowley corrected automatically, leaning in for a closer look. There were so many of them, somehow both smaller and larger than he remembered, all white and wiggly and chomping away busily at the layers of mulberry leaves filling their box. None of them paid any attention whatsoever to their occult observers hovering above them.

“Why would she give you such a thing? Not that they aren't dear little creatures,” Aziraphale added hastily, glancing into the box, “but I doubt I have the means to keep them in the bookshop.”

“No need,” Crowley said before he could stop himself. “I can raise 'em in my flat.”

Aziraphale gave him a curious look. “You know how to care for these… insects?”

“Yeah.” Crowley gently shut the lid of the inhabited shoebox and curled a hand around the Bentley's stick-shift. “I've done something like this, before. I know what I'm doing.”

“If you say so.” Suddenly Aziraphale chuckled. At Crowley's affronted look, he demurred, “I'm not making fun, my dear. It's only that you still manage to surprise me, even after all these years.”

Aziraphale leaned in and pecked Crowley's cheek, making him blush red and sputter. Much to his disgruntlement, the Bentley chirped a light-hearted rendition of Haydn's Crazy Little Thing Called Love all the way home.

---

Crowley had spent the past eleven years co-parenting the Antichrist with Aziraphale.² They had faced this challenge head-on, and in his opinion, it hadn’t gone too shabbily. Now, without the threat of the Apocalypse hanging over his head, becoming a surrogate parent was far less daunting the second time around.

[² Even if young Warlock hadn't really been the son of Satan, it was the principle of the thing.]

Still, Crowley worried. He had always been something of a worrier, and that hadn't changed even after the First Day of the Rest of Their Lives.

After dropping off Aziraphale at the bookshop, Crowley returned to his flat, where he commenced the preparations for introducing his unexpected twenty-odd guests to their new home. This was accomplished by miracling up a small glass aquarium onto his desk, lining the bottom with paper towels, and carefully (read: nervously) placing the silkworms one by one into the tank. Once this was done, Crowley scattered the half-eaten mulberry leaves from the box around the aquarium. The silkworms set upon their interrupted lunch with all the enthusiasm of Aziraphale devouring a meringue pie at the Ritz.

Crowley slumped into his chair, took off his sunglasses with a wince, and rested his chin on his desk, staring into the glass tank.

“I raised your ancestors once, you know,” Crowley informed the wriggling creatures. “Tiny farm in China several centuries back. We'd weave branches together into a tray and let you loose inside. Bit like how manmade beehives work, or something.”

Crowley paused. Watched one silkworm slowly inch its way across a stem to tackle a new section of leaf. “‘Course, humans use wire mesh nowadays, but the general premise is the same. Always thought it was bloody clever, what humans could come up with. If you gave me a bunch of moth larvae and told me to make a living out of them, I definitely wouldn't think to make clothes.” He snorted. “Whoever came up with that, I'd like a glass of whatever they were drinking.”

The silkworms munched on. They ate much faster than they crawled, that was certain. In the quiet walls of his flat, away from prying human eyes, Crowley loosened the knot of his silk tie and tugged it off, easing the tightness around his neck.

“You're the ones who made this, in a sense,” he said, waving the tie at them. He laid the tie beside one glass wall of the tank at just the right angle for the inhabitants within to see. Several silkworms looked up curiously.

Crowley tossed his suit jacket aside, then unbuttoned his shirt collar. He had always prided himself on his sharp, modern attire over the years, the better to tempt humans with—or so he claimed. Despite repeated scoldings from his superiors, his Lust quotas had never been quite up to par.

Sufficiently dishevelled, and feeling all the freer for it, Crowley sank back into his chair to watch the silkworms.

“The only thing I didn't like about the process was the boiling,” he murmured. “Logically, I can see why it was done. And you would all be in cocoons, so it's not like you'd be in any pain. Not like I was.” He exhaled, the sound becoming a low hiss. “But still. Never liked it. Always felt like an awful lot of trouble just for the sake of some silk threads.”

One particularly adventurous silkworm had nosed its way upwards and was now creeping over the edge of the tank opening. Crowley made a mental note to devise a lid of some kind and stuck his finger against the lip of the tank. The silkworm crawled onto his hand without any hesitation. Tentatively, he drew it closer. Its many feet stuck stubbornly to his skin, and it reared up as he approached, swaying slightly, its mandibles twitching.

Crowley stared at the silkworm. The silkworm stared back, and seemed disappointed when Crowley had nothing else to offer. Just to prove it wrong, Crowley materialized a single large mulberry leaf in his other hand and presented it to the insect, who fell upon it with gluttonous enthusiasm.

Staring at the miracled leaf, an idea formed in Crowley's mind. He smiled, slowly.

“I need a hobby, now that I'm jobless,” he said aloud to the silkworm, letting it creep onto his palm. He ran a careful finger over its smooth back. “I think I'll take up sericulture again, for old time's sake.” He reached back into the tank and gently encouraged the silkworm to crawl back inside.

“Humans have to boil you alive to get those nice unbroken threads off your cocoons,” Crowley mused, withdrawing his hand. “Fortunately, I don't have to do things the human way.” He lowered himself until he was eye-level with the inhabitants of the tank. The silkworm he had carried paused in its perpetual eating and turned its head, almost like it was looking at him.

“How's this?” Crowley asked. “You'll be able to grow into a fuzzy, fully grown silk-moth, and I can take your cocoon after you've finished with it and miracle the threads whole again.” He paused and mulled it over. “I guess I could take it a step further and just miracle the finished silk together, but there's still something to be said about the human way of doing things.”

The silkworm bobbed the front half of its body as though in agreement. Crowley smiled again.

“We can make silk, and no one gets hurt. I'm a few hundred years out of practice, but I'm sure I could make it work, somehow.”

The silkworm turned its attention back to its meal. Crowley didn't notice. He was too busy wondering if Aziraphale had any old texts on silk-weaving that he could borrow, just so he could refresh his memory.

The angel would appreciate having a new silk bowtie to add to his collection.

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Chapter 10

    "So, what's it like when you see things?" Peter asked as we sat at a table in the arcade, a basket of fries between us.

    "Well, it's hard describe. Sometimes it's just voices, people talking. Those ones can throw me for a loop because if I'm not looking at the person I don't realize that aren't actually speaking." I told him as I snagged a fry out of the basket and dunked it the chocolate shake he had bought me. "Other times I actually see snippets of their lives. Like, your friend Sam, he has a suit with metal wings. I've seen you in your spid... your suit as well. It's weird, cause I know I'm not in that moment, like the coloring is just slightly off and what I'm seeing most of the time I can still see through the vision."

     "You dunked your fry in your shake." He stated, still looking at the milkshake.

     "Did you hear anything I just said?" I asked chuckling as I did it again.

     "Yes, and that's really cool and I can see how that's disorienting but dude.. you dunked your fry in your shake." He reiterated, before looking up at me.

    "Have you ever tried it? It's awesome cause it's sweet because it's a chocolate shake and then it's salty because of the fry. It's amazing." I explained, grinning over at him. Peter raised an eyebrow at me giving me skeptical look. "You should try it some time."

     "So do you get any kind of feeling like before it happens?" He asked, dropping the subject and changing it.

     "No. And I don't always have them either. It's weird." I shrugged. "Cause I can go a while without one, and then bam, have them back to back. When they took me, I didn't have one for months at a time, and it started to piss them off. They did everything they could to force me to have one. Starve me, make the room bitterly cold, or insanely hot, deprived me of human contact, shot electrical pulses into my head. It was brutal. Trust me if I could turn it on or off I would of."

"I'm guessing they were the government you were telling me about." He asked softly, as he slid a fry through the ketchup.

"Livatech." I nodded taking a deep breath. "They hated the fact that I couldn't control it."

"Dude, that sucks." He replied, looking down at the fries.

"Meh, it's whatever. The nice thing here is, I don't have to worry about Livatech. They might not even exist, and if they did, I would most likely be a blip on the radar compared to you guys." I smiled, at least there was one good outcome of being here. The chance to sit back and breathe a little. "So what about your.. thing.. how does that work?"

"My.. my thing?" Peter asked, his eyes widen slightly and his voice raised a notch.

"Yeah, your spider powers or whatever." I responded, dipping the last fry in my shake.

"Oh, that."

"Yeah, that." I chuckled shaking my head.

"Well, the webs." He whispered as he slid his chair closer to me and sat down, he pulled back the sleeves on his hoodie to show me a mechanism that was attached to his wrist. "It's a compound I created, I push down and it shoots them out. But I also get this weird tingle when I feel something bad about to happen."

"A tingle?"

"Yeah, I don't know how to explain it. I just can feel when something bad is going to happen." He shrugged. "Wanna go some where else?"

"Sure, why not." I replied as he stood up.

He pulled his bag back over his shoulders as we left the arcade. Peter was quiet for a bit as we walked down the street, seemly lost in thought for a moment.

"What are the creatures?" He asked suddenly.

      "Uh.." I paused for moment trying to think of the best way to describe them. "They live in the shadows, anywhere the light doesn't touch. They kind of look like smoke, but not quite. Sometimes they don't fully form, just, slithering in the dark. Other times they look like a wraith.. it’s really hard to describe."

     "Have they ever caught you?" He asked, looking over at me.

      "Caught me, technically no. But they have cut me before.” I replied. “One of them reached out and it’s claw scratched me.”

“So, you can’t be caught outside at night or in the dark.” He nodded to himself.

“Preferably not, I really don’t want to see what would happen if I were.”

The conversation died as we continued to stroll down the street. Peter stopped at an alley and looked over at me, a smile spread across his face. Quickly he grabbed my wrist and pulled me with him, sprinting down the blacktop passed a large garage container. He pulled me behind it and grabbed at the bottom of his shirt.

“Peter what are you doing?” I asked, looking around as he dropped his bag and pulled the shirt over his head.

Beneath it was red and blue, and the symbol of a spider was dead center of it.

“I want to show you something.”

“Okay.” I took a deep breath breath as he stuffed his shirt in his backpack. Next he pulled his pants off and even though he had his super suit on under it I still felt slightly odd. He threw them in the bag as well and then pulled his mask over his face.

“Ready?” He asked me.

“For what?”

Peter didn’t reply as he wrapped his arm around my waist and thrust his other hand upward. I watched in curiosity as he brought back the two middle fingers and web shot out like he had explained earlier. I had no idea where it went exactly and what it was tethered to, all I knew is suddenly we both were being lifted from the ground at a high rate of speed.

I held on tight to him, looking down at the ground as we ascended quickly.

“Holy cow.” I whispered to myself. “This is cool.”

I heard him chuckle as we reached the top of a roof high in the sky.

“Peter.” I whispered to myself as I walk across the roof, the wind gently blowing against me. I looked out over the edge of the city, towards skyscrapers, buildings of metal and glass in the distance. They weren’t too far away, but still far enough not to have to deal with the traffic and the bustle.

“I come to places like this when I think, or need to be alone.” He told me, I looked over my shoulder and saw he had pulled the mask off again. His hair was disheveled and messy, and he too was looking out toward the city. “You see the building over there, the tall one that’s shaped funny.”

I looked in the direction he pointed.

“What about it?” I asked looking back at him.

“Do you have one where you’re from?” He asked me, his eyes locking on mine. I shook my head in response to his question.

“Who’s was it?”

“That was Mr. Stark’s building.” He sighed. “I know you said you didn’t recognize anybodies names or anything but, I just kinda hoped.”

“Even he did, Peter, he wouldn’t be the person you know.” I felt horrible for him, obviously this Stark guy meant a lot. “What was he like?”

“Mr Stark was awesome. The suit I’m wearing he created, he was wicked smart.” Peter smiled to himself looking at the building. “Everybody knew him, world wide, and he came and found me, because of the things I did to help people. He was the one that made me apart of the Avengers.”

“Sounds like a pretty cool dude.” I smiled at him, he looked over at me and smiled.

“He was, and he was super funny. Happy worked for him, and I think he told Happy to keep an eye out for me.” Peter explained as I sat down on the roof, he sat down next to me.

“What about an old dude?” I asked thinking about earlier and the strange encounter while at the compound.

“An old dude?”

“Yeah, I got visions of red, white, and blue.”

“Oh, Cap.” He pipped up. “He comes around from time to time, making sure everybody is doing okay. Sam jokes around that even if he did go back in time and stay with his wife you couldn’t take him out of the fight or everybody’s business.”

“Tell me more.” I laid back on the roof and stared up at the sky, Peter laid down next to me and started to talk.

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#5

Nothing New

You're a sensitive person who enjoys solitude. You probably have a very diverse music taste and make playlists for 100 different moods. Another amazing thing about you is that you know how to emotionally check in with yourself and name your emotions! Book rec: Wild and Wicked Things by Francesca May (publication date: March 29th 2022) / Music recs: Sour by Olivia Rodrigo + Build A Problem by dodie.

Here's the link: https://uquiz.com/quiz/OrFr2O?p=2102664 

1 notes • Posted 2021-11-14 00:45:25 GMT

#4

bright-eyed runaway pirate:

you're a clever kid, with a rebellious streak. you ran away to sea to be a pirate, to feel the wind in your long hair, and to learn to swashbuckle with the best of 'em.

Lol, this quiz was fun, here's the link for anyone who wants it: https://uquiz.com/quiz/S47WmW?p=900151 

2 notes • Posted 2021-11-22 02:58:37 GMT

#3

Oof, way to call me out. How does that song go again? "I think I'll dye my hair and I'll move to Alaska"

Here's the link for anyone who wants it: https://uquiz.com/quiz/193MMV?p=380735 

3 notes • Posted 2021-11-05 03:08:32 GMT

#2

I FIGURED IT OUT! I FIGURED IT OUT!

Okay, so amphibian eggs hatch after anywhere from 1 to 3 weeks (on average). The tadpoles can only breathe underwater, then later as they reach young adulthood they begin breathing on land (roughly, don't quote me on the exact details this is just what I remeber from like, 5th grade biology... or something like that). Anyway, when they are adults some species can breath on land and in water.

So, WHY is this relevant? WHAT did I figure out? Sally Jackson said she only hooked up with Poseidon over the course of ONE summer. Various lines throughout RR's works have established that gods don't always have kids the mortal way (like Annabeth and her siblings being born from their mother's thoughts). Percy Jackson can breathe on land and in water (at least in his young adulthood, we don't know much about him prior to age 12 or older than 17). Therefore, we can conclude that Sally Jackson never got pregnant, and Percy hatched out of an egg. Hence I now have an answer as to how Sally was able to have a summer affair with Poseidon and Percy was born in August.

11 notes • Posted 2021-10-31 04:23:45 GMT

#1

Dumb question but, in almost all of RR's works he acknowledges that in his world, reality is based off of mortal's beliefs (the gods exist because mortals believe they do, science co-exists with the gods because mortals believe in it), so... does that mean that Riordanverse Earth actually IS (or at least WAS at some point in the past) flat???

50 notes • Posted 2021-10-22 02:44:08 GMT

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