#its so childish it perfectly shows how they must’ve been growing up

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It goes from Mafia™ to Mafia High School real quick

Love that Kinn’s the only one who doesn’t flinch 😂

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Written In The Stars XXVIII (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: Let’s play a game called how many times can Mel lose her temper in one chapter lmaoo -P.S. Yes, future Danny is doing just fine, thank you babe. Her stiches healed perfectly.

Words: 3,054

Warnings: Grumpy kids being childish.

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Chapter Ten: Salazar’s Chamber.

"You know what? I'm going to ask her-"

"She'll hex you!"

"Worth it."

The boy approached Mel on her way to History class. He cleared his throat and stood in front of her.

"Hello?" She frowned.

"You're the Dumbledore girl, aren't you?" He asked.

She was truly not in the mood.

"I'm in a hurry if you couldn't tell," She pressured. "I have to go-"

"I have a question," He said. "it won't take long..."

"Ask me then," She sighed, moving her head a little to look for her friends behind the boy's back.

"Is Harry a pureblood?"

Her attention snapped back at him.

"What?"

"Is he a pureblood?" He repeated. "Are you? Why did you do that to the cat? If you ask me that was an awful prank, shows poor taste-"

"Good thing I didn't ask," She growled. "That's none of your business."

"Yeah, sure it isn't..." He huffed, walking away.

Mel stood there in stunned silence for a second, then she hurried over to her group of friends.

"People here have no manners!" Was the first thing she told them. "Honestly, a boy dared to ask me if Harry and I were purebloods!"

"Don't listen to them," Ron replied, "at least you didn't try to fight them this time, right?"

"Being your family's only heir is hard work. I wish I had the liberty to just kick some legs from time to time," She shook her head.

"Kicks legs?" Ron grinned.

"I can't reach their faces," Mel pouted.

Hermione rarely dared to interrupt a class, on the fewer times she did it, you knew it was a big deal. That day during History of Magic, she raised her hand in the middle of the lecture, taking Professor Binns by surprise.

"Miss - er -?"

"Granger, Professor. I was wondering if you could tell us anything about the Chamber of Secrets"

The reaction was immediate, every kid in the room turned to look at their professor with eager eyes.

"My subject is History of Magic," He replied. "I deal with facts, Miss Granger, not myths and legends... In September of that year, a subcommittee of Sardinian sorcerers-"

Hermione's hand shot up in the air once more.

"Miss Grant?"

"Please, sir, don't legends always have a basis in fact?"

"Well," Professor Binns pondered, "yes, one could argue that I suppose. However, the legend of which you speak is such a very sensational, even ludicrous tale -"

"But it's part of the castle's history isn't it?" Mel added, her hand up just in case, "Shouldn't we know the story of the place where we're standing? Otherwise, we'd go around believing every sensational, ludicrous tale other people tell us"

Professor Binns stood -or floated- in his place, deep in thought. Finally, he sighed and nodded.

"Oh, very well," Mel and Harry shared a discrete high-five. "Let me see... the Chamber of Secrets... You all know, of course, that Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago - the precise date is uncertain - by the four greatest witches and wizards of the age. The four school Houses are named after them: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. They built this castle together, far from prying Muggle eyes, for it was an age when magic was feared by common people, and witches and wizards suffered much persecution."

Mel knew all that, the entire school knew all that, but what did that had to do with the chamber?

"For a few years, the founders worked in harmony together, seeking out youngsters who showed signs of magic and bringing them to the castle to be educated. But then disagreements sprang up between them. A rift began to grow between Slytherin and the others. Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts. He believed that magical learning should be kept within all-magic families. He disliked taking students of Muggle parentage, believing them to be untrustworthy. After a while, there was a serious argument on the subject between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and Slytherin left the school."

Oh, of course, Slytherin was the villain.

Why was it always Slytherin? Mel was trying hard not to judge the book by its cover, but as the time went on it seemed just near to impossible.

"Reliable historical sources tell us this much, but these honest facts have been obscured by the fanciful legend of the Chamber of Secrets. The story goes that Slytherin had built a hidden chamber in the castle, of which the other founders knew nothing. Slytherin, according to the legend, sealed the Chamber of Secrets so that none would be able to open it until his own true heir arrived at the school. The heir alone would be able to unseal the Chamber of Secrets, unleash the horror within, and use it to purge the school of all who were unworthy to study magic."

The children were deadly quiet, anyone who would've passed outside the classroom could've easily thought the place was empty.

"The whole thing is arrant nonsense, of course. Naturally, the school has been searched for evidence of such a chamber, many times, by the most learned witches and wizards. It does not exist. A tale told to frighten the gullible."

Of course, that wasn't meant to happen, Slytherin must've been really sneaky -heh, snakey- the chamber must've had some heavy magic, something that could assure only the heir would find it.

Hermione raised her hand again.

"Sir - what exactly do you mean by the 'horror within' the Chamber?"

"That is believed to be some sort of monster, which the Heir of Slytherin alone can control," said Professor Binns. "I tell you, the thing does not exist. There is no Chamber and no monster."

"But, sir," said Seamus Finnigan, "if the Chamber can only be opened by Slytherin's true heir, no one else would be able to find it, would they?"

My thoughts exactly.

"Nonsense, O'Flaherty. If a long succession of Hogwarts headmasters and headmistresses haven't found the thing -"

"But, Professor," piped up Parvati Patil, "you'd probably have to use Dark Magic to open it -"

"Just because a wizard doesn't use Dark Magic doesn't mean he can't, Miss Pennyfeather," snapped Professor Binns. "I repeat, if the likes of Dumbledore -"

"But maybe you've got to be related to Slytherin, so Dumbledore couldn't -" began Dean Thomas.

"That will do," Professor Binns interrupted, "It is a myth! It does not exist! There is not a shred of evidence that Slytherin ever built so much as a secret broom cupboard! I regret telling you such a foolish story! We will return, if you please, to history, to solid, believable, verifiable fact!"

They didn't mention the topic again, not until they were out of the classroom, anyway.

"I always knew Salazar Slytherin was a twisted old loony," Ron told them. "But I never knew he started all this pure-blood stuff. I wouldn't be in his house if you paid me. Honestly, if the Sorting Hat had tried to put me in Slytherin, I'd've got the train straight back home..."

"Ron," Mel cut his speech, "sometimes you're so dramatic. Slytherin isn't bad, the only menace here is the prejudice of empty minds. Look at what has been going on, people jumped into conclusions, not even caring to look at the facts"

"Which are?"

"An entire house can't possibly share the same beliefs as the founder! Sure, maybe traits, but a mind? Unlikely."

"You don't know that-"

"Oh, so you're saying you would fight a goblin just to get a hold of some sad little coins like Gryffindor used to?" She inquired.

Ron opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

"That's what I thought," She looked forward, then nudge Harry's arm, "sharing traits doesn't mean it's automatically your fault either, Glasses."

She knew, unlike Ron and Hermione, that the sorting hat had almost put Harry on Slytherin. At first, she'd been scared for him, but after knowing Erick it stopped feeling like a terrible idea, Harry was a good person after all. She knew a house couldn't change that.

"Hiya, Harry!" Colin said excitedly.

"Hullo, Colin," said Harry absentmindedly.

"Harry - Harry - a boy in my class has been saying you're-"

But a mass of students dragged him away before he could finish his comment.

"See you, Harry!"

"What's a boy in his class saying about you?" Hermione asked.

"That I'm Slytherin's heir, I expect," He shrugged, looking defeated.

"People here'll believe anything," Ron frowned "D'you really think there's a Chamber of Secrets?"

"I don't know," Hermione said, frowning. "Dumbledore couldn't cure Mrs. Norris, and that makes me think that whatever attacked her might not be - well - human."

"No no, he never said he couldn't cure her," Mel quickly replied, "only that spells wouldn't cut it. Meaning it's tricky, but not impossible to achieve by a person who's good at magic..."

They turned right on the corner and found themselves in the hall where Mrs Norris was found. They stood there in heavy silence.

"That's where Filch has been keeping guard," Ron muttered, pointing to the empty chair right underneath the torch.

"Can't hurt to have a poke around," said Harry, he looked closer at the ground and started to walk around, "Scorch marks! Here - and here -"

"Come and look at this!" said Hermione from her right, "This is funny..."

Mel and Harry approached the window, a  thin line of spiders was crawling out.

"Have you ever seen spiders act like that?" said Hermione wonderingly.

"Never."

"No," said Harry, "have you, Ron..? Ron?"

Ron was considerably far from them, his face lacking all color.

"What's up?" said Harry.

"I - don't - like - spiders," said Ron in a shaky whisper.

"I never knew that," said Hermione, "You've used spiders in Potions loads of times..."

"I don't mind them dead," said Ron, "I just don't like the way they move..."

Hermione giggled.

"It's not funny," Ron looked up in anger, "If you must know, when I was three, Fred turned my - my teddy bear into a great big fiIthy spider because I broke his toy broomstick... You wouldn't like them either if you'd been holding your bear and suddenly it had too many legs and..."

He grimaced. Mel stepped forward and put an arm around his shoulders -or at least tried to, Ron was too tall for her.

"That sounds awful," She glared at Hermione, who was still trying not to laugh. "But look at them, they're tiny!"

"They're hideous," He shuddered.

"There, there," Mel shook her head, reaching for his head, patting softly. She had to stand on her tiptoes for that, "it's all good, you don't have to touch them or anything"

Ron smiled awkwardly at her, calming down. Harry cleared his throat, looking slightly more serious than moments ago, however, Mel failed to notice.

"Remember all that water on the floor? Where did that come from? Someone's mopped it up."

"It was about here," said Ron pointing to a door in front of them, "Level with this door."

He was about to open it when he looked up to the sign and jumped back.

"What's the matter?" said Harry.

"Can't go in there," said Ron gruffly. "That's a girls' toilet."

"Oh, Ron, there won't be anyone in there," said Hermione, walking up to the door, "That's Moaning Myrtle's place. Come on, let's have a look."

"Ah yes, I need to see her face at least once a week to feel like I'm doing a good job with my life," Mel joked, walking in.

"Hello, Myrtle, how are you?" Hermione asked aloud.

"This is a girls' bathroom," she said above their heads, "They're not girls."

"No," Hermione agreed. "We just wanted to show them how er - nice it is in here."

"Ask her if she saw anything," Harry murmured.

"What are you whispering?" said Myrtle, staring at him.

"Nothing," said Harry quickly. "We wanted to ask -"

"I wish people would stop talking behind my back!" said Myrtle, in a voice choked with tears. "I do have feelings, you know, even if I am dead -"

"You're such a mess," Mel mumbled.

"Myrtle, no one wants to upset you," said Hermione. "Harry only -"

"No one wants to upset me! That's a good one!" howled Myrtle. "My life was nothing but misery at this place and now people come along ruining my death!"

"We wanted to ask you if you've seen anything funny lately," said Hermione quickly. "Because a cat was attacked right outside your front door on Halloween."

"Did you see anyone near here that night?" said Harry.

"I wasn't paying attention," said Myrtle. "Peeves upset me so much I came in here and tried to kill myself. Then, of course, I remembered that I'm - that I'm-"

"Already dead," said Ron.

She disappeared in her toilet, crying very loudly.

"Honestly, that was almost cheerful for Myrtle..." Hermione shrugged, "Come on, let's go."

As they walked out, a voice startled them.

"RON!" Percy Weasley rushed over to them. "That's a girls' bathroom! What were you -?"

"Just having a look around," Ron shrugged. "Clues, you know -"

"Get - away - from - there -! Don't you care what this looks like? Coming back here while everyone's at dinner -"

"Why shouldn't we be here?" said Ron hotly. "Listen, we never laid a finger on that cat!"

"That's what I told Ginny," said Percy fiercely, "but she still seems to think you're going to be expelled, I've never seen her so upset, crying her eyes out, you might think of her, all the first years are thoroughly overexcited by this business -"

"You don't care about Ginny," said Ron. "You're just worried I'm going to mess up your chances of being Head Boy -"

"Five points from Gryffindor!" Percy almost yelled at his younger brother, "And I hope it teaches you a lesson! No more detective work, or I'll write to Mum!"

Mel didn't even bother to try and calm her friend, she knew it was better to just let Ron have his little temper tantrum.

Hours later, sitting in front of the fireplace, the conversation came back to life.

"Who can it be, though?" Hermione said in a quiet voice. "Who'd want to frighten all the Squibs and Muggle-borns out of Hogwarts?"

"Let's think," said Ron mockingly. "Who do we know who thinks Muggle-borns are scum?"

"If you're talking about Malfoy -"

"Of course I am!" said Ron. "You heard him - 'You'll be next, Mudbloods!'- come on, you've only got to look at his foul rat face to know it's him -"

"Malfoy, the Heir of Slytherin?" asked Hermione.

"It does sound a bit too fantastic," Mel agreed.

"Look at his family," said Harry, closing his books, too. He'd been upset as well that afternoon, though Mel didn't know exactly why, she assumed it was the whole situation in general, "The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin; he's always boasting about it. They could easily be Slytherin's descendants. His father's definitely evil enough."

"They could've had the key to the Chamber of Secrets for centuries!" said Ron. "Handing it down, father to son..."

"Well," said Hermione cautiously, "I suppose it's possible..."

"But how do we prove it?" said Harry darkly.

"There might be a way," said Hermione. "Of course, it would be difficult. And dangerous, very dangerous. We'd be breaking about fifty school rules, I expect -"

"If, in a month or so, you feel like explaining, you will let us know, won't you?" asked Ron grumpily.

"Drop the attitude already," Mel snapped, "she's only trying to help!"

"All right," said Hermione coldly. "What we'd need to do is to get inside the Slytherin common room and ask Malfoy a few questions without him realizing it's us."

"But that's impossible," Harry said.

"No, it's not," said Hermione. "All we'd need would be some Polyjuice Potion."

Mel gasped.

"You've lost it 'Mione, for real this time"

"What's that?" said Ron and Harry.

"Snape mentioned it in class a few weeks ago -"

"D'you think we've got nothing better to do in Potions than listen to Snape?" muttered Ron.

"I said you drop it!" Mel insisted, "Let her finish!"

"It transforms you into somebody else. Think about it! We could change into four of the Slytherins. No one would know it was us. Malfoy would probably tell us anything. He's probably boasting about it in the Slytherin common room right now, if only we could hear him."

Mel straightened up in her seat.

If only they could know what people from Slytherin was saying.

If only they knew someone from Slytherin.

But Mel did.

"Hold on," Mel interrupted, "maybe we don't have to risk it."

"What’d you mean?" Ron frowned.

She hesitated.

"I... I might have another way to find out. One that's easier," Before they could ask she added, "but you'll have to trust me, I can't tell you what it is"

"Sometimes you're worse than 'Mione," Ron rolled his eyes, standing up from his chair. "I'm going to bed before my head explodes..."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Mel asked, annoyed at her friend's behavior.

Ron only sent a glare her way before going to his room.

"Ronald," Mel huffed, grabbing her things and putting them back inside her bag, "what a huge-"

"Don't say anything you could regret," Harry warned her.

"He's just so hard to deal with sometimes!" She closed her bag harshly, "he could learn a thing or two from you. All this affects you and here you are, being nice and sweet as always..."

Harry beamed at her comment.

"I'm just more used to it-"

"Fiddlesticks," Mel shook her head, she'd heard that word once, and used it whenever she needed to lighten up her mood, "you're a good boy, Glasses. I don't understand how could anyone believe you're the heir."

She stood up, her bag hanging on one shoulder.

"I'll go to bed too," She leaned to peck his cheek, it only lasted a moment, but it was enough to make her blush intensely. She turned around before Harry could notice, "G'night!"

Harry also went to bed shortly after that, his mood inexplicably revived after hearing Mel's compliments.

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BTS scenario 4.3.: You having fallen victim to the Christmas / Holiday Blues ... and them trying to cheer you up, one way or another ...

This is part 3 of my 4th BTS, this one being inspired by Christmas season. Enjoy! 

Scenario

You spend Christmas with your BTS boyfriend and try your best to enjoy the quality time. However, you can’t help but feel blue. (I’m sure if you’re reading this you can relate …) This is how they handle the situation … and try their best to cheer you up, one way or another ... 

fluff, angst, hurt / comfort, (hints of) smut

3. Park Jimin

He would be heartbroken about you being sad and try his best to understand and comfort you in a very sweet and loving way …

„Hey, jagi, why are you sitting here all by yourself? The party’s over there …“ The well known and quite welcome sound of Jimins soft voice lets you turn around in your seat by the window. As you look up at him, you force a hopefully convincing smile onto your sore lips, receiving a worried frown in response. „Have you been biting your lip again, y/n?“ Concerned, Jimin leans in close, placing a delicate hand under your chin and pulling you in to inspect the results of your nervous habit. You try to turn away from his touch, embarrassed by your raw, even bloody lips being proof of your true state of mind and your obvious lack of self-control. However, he doesn't let you, keeping your head in place with his soft yet firm grip on your chin, eyes locked with yours. „I know, I know, I’m a big girl, I shouldn't be doing that.“ Annoyed at yourself, you shake your head and finally brush aside Jimins hand, a bitter smile stretching the vulnerable skin of your maltreated lips. „Don’t be silly, y/n“, he protests. „That’s not why I’m upset.“ „You’re upset!?“, you ask, alarmed, immediately pushing back your petty worries and focusing on Jimin instead who is now squatting in front of your armchair so the two of you are at eye level. „Yes, y/n, I am upset“, he confirms calmly, his voice low, still looking you deep in the eye, his expression serious. Yet, a grin forms on his plump lips. „Then why are you smiling?“, you wonder out loud. Jimin just reaches up, cupping your face with his hands, his head tilted, watching you intently. „I’m smiling, y/n, because you’re beautiful. And whenever you smile you are even more beautiful. So, I want you to smile with me. Can you do that? Or at least give it a try?“ Now you can’t help but smile. Sincerely this time. „See, there it is. My shining light“, Jimin grins contently, gently brushing your sore bottom lip with his thumb. You can feel your cheeks blush, tears welling up in your eyes. „And now tell me why you’re sad, baby. I really wanna know, so I can take all worries from you.“ You try your best to blink back your tears, a lump forming in your throat, threatening to choke you. „It’s nothing of importance, Jiminie, seriously.“ You feign a smile. „I’m gonna be okay, really. And I know relaxed, festive evenings like this are rare and precious to you, so I’d feel horrible spoiling the mood or burdening you with my childish concerns. They’re pathetic, really. Don’t mind me over here, just go back to the others, or there’ll be no turkey left for you. I’ll be with you in a sec.“ But Jimin doesn’t seem like he’s going to move anytime soon, remaining a beautiful statue to your feet, motionless, his gaze not even for one second letting go of yours. „I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s wrong, y/n. I hate seeing my baby in this state, and most of all you avoiding me. I want you to believe my words when I say: I care about your every thought, worry and doubt, however mundane you think they may be.“ He scoots closer, on his knees know, placing himself between your legs. You can’t help but notice your body reacting immediately, a hungry heat developing in your lower abdomen, quickly rising to your chest, letting your heart skip a beat. Being this close to Jimin still lets the butterflies in your stomach go bananas, even though almost a year had passed since your first kiss. He must’ve noticed the effect his action has on you, his face turning a peachy pink and breaking into a wide smile, a sight so adorable you can barely resist the urge to bite his cheek, before Jimin does his best to tone down his excitement a little and goes back to serious, caring boyfriend mode for now. „Y/n, I honestly want to know what’s going on in your pretty head — and for you to try and let it go, so you can enjoy this night with me. You know I’m leaving tomorrow for the Gayo Daejun and won’t be back before New Year’s. I’d hate for our last evening together in over a week to be spent in denial like this. Just be honest with me, y/n. I’m sure I can be of help, one way or another.“ Now he sits up, placing his hands on your thighs for stability, stretching to minimize the distance between your faces so the tips of your noses almost touch, still holding eye contact, even though it obviously takes him much effort not to laugh at your awkward smirk. „Come on, y/n. Spill!“, Jimin smiles, even with his eyes, so close to you you can feel his breath tingling on your lips. You swallow hard, trying to get rid of the lump still blocking your throat, nervously brushing through your hair repeatedly, until Jimin takes your hands into his, stopping you. „It’s just …“, you start, your voice shaking and not growing steadier as you carry on. „Everything was so … perfect. You were — are — so perfect. And tonight you just made me so happy, I can’t believe it’s real. I’ve never had a Christmas like this before. For the first time ever I am happy and actually feel at home, with you. And I’m just so … afraid. Afraid of trusting it. Afraid of not deserving it, not deserving you. Afraid that I’ll somehow ruin it and wake up one day realizing this was never meant for me to begin with… And then again I feel so ungrateful feeling like this ...“, the words pour from your lips, your voice cracking and barely even audible any more in the end. Abashedly, you cast down your eyes, a single tear finally finding its way across your cheek. When you force yourself to look back up at Jimin you cannot by any stretch of imagination make sense of the expression on his stunningly beautiful face which is literally gleaming in the soft, warm light of the fairy lights hung up around the window. Your best guess is that it shows a mixture of disbelief, astonishment, dismay, admiration, incomprehension, awe ...? and fondness. „Do you get at all what I mean?“, you ask, a sudden surge of insecurity threatening to get the better of you, your anxiety only growing with any further second of Jimins silence. He just keeps staring at you blankly, his eyes glassy. „Ahh …“, you sigh with a dismissive gesture, removing your hands from his grasp, your voice unusually rough from the held back tears. „Just forget about it, Jimin-ah. I was talking rubbish.“ You avoid Jimins gaze and try to get up from your armchair without pushing him too hard, Jimin still remaining immobile. Until he suddenly rises to your feet, at a speed that startles you, without further warning pulling you into a breathtakingly tight full body hug. „Oh, y/n, nothing of what you just said was rubbish“, he mumbles into the crook of your neck, still holding you close. „You have no idea how much I love you. And how much I love everything about your confession just now. You make me the happiest man on this entire planet by just being with me, trusting me, loving me, opening up to me, giving me the strength I sometimes lack.“ Jimin pauses, slowly releasing you from his embrace, bringing an arm’s length distance between the two of you, locking eyes again, his shining brightly with tears and affection. „I, too, am afraid sometimes“, he continues, placing one hand on your cheek, that slowly wanders to your neck, caressing your skin and entangling itself in your long hair. „I, too, can’t believe I deserve you. At first, after meeting you, I distrusted my luck. I thought I’d never be able to be this in love, to be with someone the way we are, being an idol and all. But you just see me as the person I am and even love me for it. I am so incredibly lucky to have gotten to know you, and you are more than deserving of everything I am able to give to you. Actually, you even deserve so much more. To be honest, I was afraid from the start that you’d some day just get fed up with my busy schedule and the pressure and stress my status as an idol puts on us both. That you’d realize that I’m not worth the trouble and sacrifices after all. But hearing you talk like this, no doubt is left in my mind that this, that we, are real. And that’s the best Christmas gift you could possibly have given to me. Thank you, y/n. Thank you for being honest. And thank you for being the incredibly beautiful person you are. I love you so, so much, I’m afraid I’ll never be able to let you go anyways.“ „Oh, that’s perfectly fine with me“, you smile cheekily. His eyes light up at the sight of your grin. „All right, then“, Jimin responds in a low voice, his tone all too familiar. You know exactly what it means, warm waves of excitement instantly surging through your body. „How about we let the others have the turkey and I show you some of the ways I can love you?“ You lean your forehead against Jimins, biting your lip while you imagine all the things they’re gonna do to him, smiling just as brightly as him now, unable to hide your anticipation. „I think that would be a marvelous idea“, you whisper, finally locking your lips with his, your shared kiss soft and slow at first but quickly growing more intense, lustful, Jimins hands slowly tracing your curves, coming to a rest on your hips. Accompanied by one of those infectious  chuckles of his he pulls them against his. „I know you know“, you say against his lips, still smiling and a little short of breath. „But I love you like crazy, Park Jimin.“ He responds with another kiss, briefer this time, yet by no means less heated. „Then let’s go upstairs“, he breaths into your ear, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine, before he takes your hand into his to lead the way towards the stairs. „Let’s make the very best of this Christmas Eve.“

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I hope you liked it. if so, maybe give my other pieces a try, too ^_^

Take care! 

[aloetrash]

can't get enough ; oisuga (1/2)

college au -- oisuga ;

sugawara koushi’s pov ;

“i’m cold!”

“i'm trying my best here. you can't just yell ‘i’m cold!’ and expect me to be up at my dor--”

“my throat hurts!”

“this is your fault, you kno--”

“i'm tired!”

“oikawa, please--”

and it went on, just like that, for another five flights of stairs. even though oikawa was the one to run out into the pouring rain, even though koushi was the one who told him not to run out to the pretty flower, and even though oikawa was the one to refuse koushi’s request to take at the very least some coats for their trip to the library because it looked too overcast to be a normal, sunny afternoon, there they were. a whining oikawa tooru in the arms of a poor sugawara koushi walking up a total of seven flights of stairs to reach koushi’s dorm room because it was the closest to where they were. koushi went up the stairs two at a time with one light backpack and one very heavy backpack because oikawa just had to pack all of his paranormal and alien articles and books to show koushi that ‘they really exist and if they see that i'm as committed to this as i say, they'll take me and teach me and raise me as one of their own!’. the constant wiggling and complaining didn't help much either.

but for as loud as he was, koushi loved his voice. for as wet as he was, koushi love his impromptu hairstyle. for as heavy as his backpack was, koushi loved his nerdy side. for as childish as he was acting, koushi loved the challenge.

for as oikawa tooru as he was being, koushi couldn't get enough of it.

as he thought of the seemingly endless list of why he hadn't just dropped oikawa onto the floor and walked to his dorm to watch volleyball matches, koushi smiled softly to himself and watched to make sure he didn't trip on the stairs that he was trying to run up. oikawa must’ve noticed because he stopped his whining and wiggling to just look at koushi.

“what're you thinking about, suga-chan? are you marveling at how refreshing i look?” oikawa ran a slow hand through his wet hair, the strands going along with his hand only to stick to the top of his head. he looked to the side as he did this, trying to look like the volleyball model he thought he was.

“you actually look like a wet dog but hey, what would i know about looking refreshing?” koushi said the magic word the same way oikawa did a few moments prior. oikawa snapped his head his head to look at koushi, betrayal and offense written all over.

“suga-chan! mean!” as suga chuckled at his childlike charm, oikawa crossed his arms and looked away. it was silent for another flight of stairs. just three more to go. halfway through the third to last flight, oikawa had snuggled closer to koushi. koushi looked down to see oikawa looking away, his arms still crossed and his face still in his cute, infamous pout.

“what're you doing?”

there was a silence before the other boy answered. “i got cold.” koushi could see the slight red that accompanied the star setter’s cheeks as oikawa admitted his problem at hand.

without another word, the two traveled up the remaining stairs.

timeskip ;

koushi made chicken noodle soup while oikawa showered and changed.

he was always labeled ‘the mom friend’ but he couldn't help it, koushi loved caring for others and making sure they were okay. at karasuno, he was always watching out for his teammates and his classmates. if one looked slightly different than they usually did, koushi was usually the first to go up and make sure they were okay. when daichi talked about how worried he was about the team or when asahi got sad about them graduating soon, koushi was always there with his ‘negativity begone!’s. sure he was sad that he was replaced by a first year as the starting setter but if winning and growing and moving on match after match made the team happy and hopeful for its future, who was he to take that away? he put on his signature smile and called for the team to move onto the next practice. to move on to the next round. to move kageyama to set the next winning point.

he always thought daichi and asahi saw through his little act, smiling sadly his way whenever koushi cheered from the sidelines. but that didn't matter, the team was happier from all those winning moments.

koushi snapped back into reality when the toaster sprung to life. as he took the very hot toast and dropped the pieces onto the bread tray he took out before his fingers got first degree burns, he took out the alien cookie cutter that he bought specifically for oikawa. he cut the alien heads and popped out the little ovals that made way for the eyes, remembering to ‘set them next to the head! they might be the alien’s eggs!’

‘how do you know if they lay eggs or not?’

‘i haven't met any yet, so it's rude to just assume how they procreate. you have to consider everything so you don't offend their race and so they can take me in. they'll see how considerate i am!’

koushi chuckled at the memory and heard the water from the bathroom shut off. a few minutes later, a hunched over oikawa trudged his way over to the couch and threw himself onto it. he heard groaning and whining a few seconds later.

“you do know i have a roommate, right? you're probably going to get germs all over our couch where we have breakfast.”

more groaning. “tell him to stay somewhere else.”

koushi sighed, unable to keep the smile from finding its way onto his face. he got out his phone and shot his roommate a quick text about the situation and kindly asked him if he could stay somewhere else.

received - 4:37 pm

alright, i'll stay with bokuto-san for the time being.

sent - 4:37 pm

thank you, i'll tell you when it's safe to come back

received - 4:38 pm

haha, okay. thanks, koushi

his roommate had always been a germaphobe, and who could blame him? akaashi was always clean and organized and never missed a day or a calculation. his mind was quick and sharp, and he hated germs because getting sick would cloud up his brain from the way it usually worked. it would upset akaashi and push him to be more on edge on those days more than any other.

“i guess i have you here until i make sure you don't have our entire dorm room infected with your gross germs.”

“excuse you. i'm so beautiful that my germs are currently being praised for their beauty.” oikawa immediately coughed after his self-compliment.

“that didn't sound like beauty.”

“shut up.”

koushi chuckled, putting all the components of the much-needed dish together and brought it over to the couch. oikawa dramatically gasped, putting a hand to his chest.

“suga-chan, you're so kind! you made food to take care of your best friend!” koushi slightly flinched at the title. as if i'm not used to it already. he recovered within a millisecond, softly smiling his way through the moment. he set the tray of food down on the couch and went to get oikawa a blanket. opening the little closet in the nearby hall, koushi could hear oikawa freaking out happily over the toast and couldn't stop the smile that came.

koushi brought the blanket over. “sit up and lean against the back of the couch?” oikawa did so, letting koushi tuck him in. he set the tray into oikawa’s lap gently, making sure he would drop it all onto the floor somehow. koushi watched as oikawa ate happily. his hair was that perfectly balanced point of being wet and dry. anytime oikawa moved, his perfect hair would bounce just a little bit. koushi couldn't get enough of oikawa’s hair.

timeskip ;

the food was done, the coughing had subsided, and oikawa was tucked into koushi's bed.

“tell me a bedtime story!”

“you’re twenty-three.”

“i want a bedtime story, suga-chan!”

“oikawa, you're in college.”

“koushi!”

[lycanthrotea]

Oddmund had Become restless in the half hour since Videl left for work. He apologized again for needing to leave him alone, but Odd assured him there was no reason for him to worry about him. That was kind of lying as the usual anxiety begin to take hold within minutes. He laid in Bed for a while but Found himself unable to fall asleep despite having little energy from the nasty illness that afflicted him, And having just taken medicine that should be knocking him out.

“Tea. Videl showed me earlier where he hides the tea.” he thought as he hopped off the bed. If they were so well off, they might even have some rare leaves. He put on the capelet that he hung from the bedframe, Quietly opened the door to his temporary bedroom and checked to see where everyone was, because he really wasn’t in the mood of dealing with Videl’s sister. He was told she wouldn’t bother him anymore but now that her brother wasn’t here he didn’t trust her. The hallway and living room below was dark, And he Could see the dim light coming from her room. Not a sound coming from there either; he was probably fine.

Once in the kitchen and having found the lights he grab the stool by the pantry and open up the top shelf to find many jars of dried fruits and leaves, flowers. It seemed Emptier than before though, Upon further Inspection, None of the jars had anything containing caffeine or medicinal properties, it was fine it’s not like he didn’t know any better. He grabbed whatever interested him and put them on the counter For further inspection and decision making.

**

as he began to return all the jars to their place he heard footsteps coming from The stairs. Odd froze up a little until Videl’s mom appeared. He had scarcely seen her, or heard her speak In the few days he has been staying there,that along with her tall (taller than Akua even) And strong looking figure she gave off imposing aura.She had said once in a monotone voice that if her son was not around he was free to go to her for anything he needed before immediately leaving the room. Videl then had told him that she probably could be a scary person sometimes but that was more her being socially awkward than anything. Von. Ōik Stared at him without a word or hint of Emotion on her face and proceeded to enter the room. Odd barely Caught a quiet “good evening “ as she passed by. In the clear he finished putting them away and began to heat water in a small kettle on the stove as she had taken out and begun to reheat what seemed like dinner from earlier. He Didn’t know what was being cooked earlier as he was given soup for dinner but by the smell and look at it It was some stewed beef but with some exotic looking fruit flavoring it. Probably something Iavan, considering that Videl’s from there and resembles her well. Had his appetite not been nonexistent Odd probably would be salivating but fortunately eating is his least favorite activity at the moment. Although he would love to try it as soon as he got better.

She had noticed him stare at her food long enough to glance from the corner of her eye. He reflexively turned his attention away And moved away as she turned her attention back to making sure the food was evenly heated.

With her back to him he noticed the shawl she was wearing Was something he had never really seen before. His boss had many books and notes about The clothes worn it in different regions and during different years. It did not heavily interest him to design and innovate as much as it did she but he was interested enough to absorb a fair amount of the information she taught him. The warm light of the kitchen made it a little difficult to discern details but as he passed to pick up the kettle of water for his tea, he Was able to get a better look at it. It’s seem to be constructed with very fine deep brown worsted wool. It was a basic knit But the way lighter and darker browns were organized made for an intricate pattern.

The shawl itself seemed to have been made years ago but taken care of well enough. a pin held it together from the front, letting is the end of the fabric drape down, only here is where other colors Of yarn A light gray, a dark bluish gray a Reddish brown, seem to have been added later on, somewhat unevenly.

Odd poured the hot water in the pot, he wanted to say something but thought it might be a little awkward. She removed the pan from the stove and took a plate from the cupboard, and using a fork emptied the contents of the pan onto it. It was a lot of food but she did seem like a person would eat a lot with her stature. She put the pan into the sink and started to walk away.

“Hey uh!”

She stopped “Yes Vin. Ordamon?” She did not turn to face him, her voice gave no hint to whether or not she welcomed the interruption.

“Where did you get that shawl? “

“I made it , with assistance from my mother.”

“Wait what really? I’ve never seen anything like it where are you from? What is it made of?”

. She turned around and Studied him briefly it only took a moment of focus to read him. There was no underlying malice or distain of any kind it seems he was hiding some excitement over genuine curiosity. For her sons sake she chose her words.

“My family is Sosvaren. The wool is sheered from A relatives animal. The way it is knit is according to tradition.”

“Ohh. So does that mean that Videl has one too?”

“No, he is more Iavan than anything. Do not bring it up to him.”

“Uh Oh.. well I think it’s pretty cool! Could I see it? Or is that… uh”

she did not let it show but she felt content To know someone felt that way. There were a few times where she was able to talk about her own culture and traditions, being a terse demon who often kept family life to herself. Perhaps he was only interested in clothing aspect but that was enough for her.

“it’s fine. “

“Really could we do it right now then?”

“It’s Rather late for you, perhaps tomorrow earlier in the evening would-“

“No I’m all right! I’m really interested if you don’t mind.”

“do not interrupt me. Hmm. Very well suppose I will wait for you To finish brewing your tea.”

“R-Right, Sorry.”

Odd was a little bit embarrassed to have gotten so excited to forget common courtesy it made him feel childish although he was better than how he was feeling before. He reckons enough time had passed for the tea to be sufficiently seaped And poured it as she watched keenly. It wasn’t his best cup but it was satisfying enough for now. Von. Ōik offered to carry it upstairs for him which was fine because he Disliked carrying liquids upstairs after having dropped A few too many glasses working in room service. Once back onto the second floor he took a short breather as the exertion made him a tad dizzy, inevitable drowsiness had also begun to set in. She could tell and Asked once more Commenting that he did not look very well but he didn’t want to be sent off to bed like a child. When he was ready to go they Walked down the hallway to the master bedroom which he had not seen before. It was huge but He couldn’t make much detail in dim lighting. However he could see the very large bed that faced him, it was absurdly big, like three large beds put together into one round cushion. Von. Ōik Handed his cup back to him as she put down her plate on her night table before entering the closet. He took a few sips before she came out with several large cotton bags. She motioned him to come near as she pulled out the contents.

This is the wool used For my shawl, It is fine and of high-quality. It May used to contruct other pieces of traditional garb but it is Perfectly acceptable For it to be used to construct other things. The things I will show you Are made from this. You may touch it if your hands are clean.

Odd put his Cup down as she motioned to the bathroom, Inside there was also a very large shower but he paid less attention to it as he quickly washed and dried his hands and returned to touch the wool. It was really soft and very clean. He wasn’t really good at spinning yarns but he knew yarns that were spun from this would probably fetch a pretty fair amount.

“You may have noticed that there are extra colors That differ from the original wool. I added them when my Family began to grow, after I had married my wife, after my son had been born and after I had adopted my daughter. Other members of my family prefer to add things to symbolize other occurrences in their life, such as surviving a dark time in their or abandoning a past life to start anew, Whatever is most important.”

She motioned that he return the wool he was gently stroking, as he put it back in the bags. She returned them to her closet and then produced a fairly large knit blanket made with thick yarn

“Do not stain this. “She said as she wrapped it around him. He was caught off guard by the tender gesture but Maybe it was just to show him more easily? He was getting pretty sleepy so he made himself Cozy.

“What else do you want to know?”

“I don’t mind if you keep showing stuff you made, I like looking at different fabrics and whats made with them. And you can keep talking about the stuff behind it.”

“Very well”

**

“Ah!”

“ be still its just me”

Odd sluggishly sat up to meet her gaze. He must’ve dozed off soon after because his memory blanked. He stammered to excuse himself but in his embarrassment and drowsiness couldn’t make any words. Before he could finally compose himself he felt a wave of calmess, which felt like sleepiness. It must’ve been strong stuff.

“You may return later if you’d like, Rest is most important.”

He nodded slowly as she stood and opened the bedroom door. A faint light appeared in the hallway. Odd didn’t question it and uttered a low thanks before leaving. the light disappeared as soon as he reached his room, he threw off his capelet and flopped Back onto the bed, to finally sleep.