#jk it did i posted it a long time ago in chapters but eventually i stopped and deleted it due to my um. previous issues hgddhjgdfh

[lovinggreeniehours]

sorry im not done talking can i have a moment of silence for that one 71k word fic i wrote for five that never saw the light of day

[ddeluxevillain]

Project P0L3

Also known as Project Population. MXF! Robot x Reader AN: Sometimes I have to remind myself I'm not the most sinful person on this platform haha. This is a pretty vanilla fic, just you warming up to a robotic lover. Very light use of kinks. Mature themes! Read tags. 22K+ Words total (jk, I prolly count them. But this is a very long post. And an even longer fic. All chapters posted on Ao3! This is only the first one, and only half of it.)

Around 15 years have passed since the beginning of a new shift in time. Humans have started to decline in population. You’re one of the surviving few. You’ve seen humans less and less while hiding away in your little hole, eventually deciding it was safe. Day after day, you’ve slowly learned to adapt to living in your half-underground bunker. It was a quiet life, and for the longest, you’ve relied on your late parents to go out and retrieve for you. But since that day you’ve learned to move on and care for yourself. Life got more lonely. But you didn’t mind. You were busy learning to survive, gather, and revert to

becoming that classic hunter-gatherer. Occasionally screams would be heard, but your protocol was to ignore them until they went away. The only incident you’ve had in a while was an interaction with a desperate, dying, human. You do want to save the human race, but who would want to save someone who was being an arse?

A few days ago, you received a strange letter on your doorstep. Strange how they were able to find your front doorstep. The letter was neat, sealed tightly, with not a single speck of dirt on it. It looked as if it was brought from the past. After you opened the letter, it vaguely preached about ‘saving the human race.'

Hello ______________, We, the Council have reached out to inform you have been placed on a B.D. program to repopulate the human population. There is currently an updated log of approximately 6,2039 humans on planet Earth. For every single year, there will be 100 humans chosen for reproduction purposes. Based on personal documents, you are assigned female at birth. With this information, you are assigned a male partner for reproduction. There is a new policy. The 5-child policy will require couplets to produce five offspring. Once five offspring have been produced, they will be retrieved to be cared for by our nursing facilities. Male partners are functionally robotic. They are built and formulated for one purpose. This purpose is to guide you through your journey in this program. This robotic companion is meant to mimic parenthood and an intimate partner. At the time of this letter being sent, your robotic companion will arrive at your location in 3 days.

Best Wishes, The Council

Astonished, you tossed the letter to the side, not thinking much of it. But it was sitting in the back of your mind. For the next three days, while you were cleaning, cooking, and living your days you seldom thought about the letter. One day, there was an abrupt knock at the door. Or, lack thereof. A knock? There was no such thing as neighbors. You did your usual protocol, grabbing the bat and ready to strike. One downside of living in your bunker was the fact there was no telling who was outside. Adopting the “attack first ask questions later” mentality came in handy.

It only took you a minute to process what exactly you hit once you swung the trap door open. Now on the crusty floor beneath you was an Android. An oddly humanoid one. Its face was oddly simple and advanced. Like the ones you saw in Tokyo when you were a kid. Its skeleton was covered for the most part, by plushy silicon armor. If one could call it that. The armor covering the arms, legs, chest, and back all looked like synthetic chewy plastic. Very chewy, and very soft. Soft cyan LED lights illuminated beneath the plastic and between the cracks of metal completing the robot. A smooth black screen covered the robot’s face. Its paint was now a bit tinted by the surrounding dirt from being knocked over. Along with the robot, a small cotton bag was knocked over.

Breathing heavily in your mask made everything coming out of it sound deeper. Much more threatening if needed to be. You seemed much bigger, and tougher, with numerous layers of clothing on. No skin was visible, help with the sun now setting set made for a monster out of you. Now resting the bat upon your shoulder, you stared at the robot and finally remembered what all this was all about.

“They sent you here because they thought they could get something out of me eh?” You questioned.

The robot only nodded and wobbled as it regained its balance. Dusting its outer shell off, it lends a hand for you to shake. “Yep! I’m your assigned mate. Nice to meet you ______________!” The robot spoke. It buzzed slightly and hummed. Its voice was somewhat raspy and used a small bit of autotune. You looked at the hand through your green goggles and scoffed. You were living your days out like a champ! The rest could handle all the dirty work for you.

“You won’t get shit from me.” You growled, slamming the door at the poor robot. After all, it was just a robot. Not like it was any closer to being human.

“Please know I won’t leave until you open the door!~” The voice teased. It was loud. Too loud. He'd be an annoyance. Swinging open the door, you lunge at the robot and throw him inside onto the ground. “You shut your mouth and maybe you won’t be dissected into pieces.” You warned him. “There are hobos out there worse than me.”

“Yes, I would agree. But they don’t have their names on a B.D. Program, do they? My only purpose is to encourage and serve you while you’re in the program.” The robot replies. It gets up from the floor again and dusts off its belongings. You locked the airtight door behind you and put the bolt in place.

You let out a sigh, “What the hell is a BD program anyway?”

The robot smiled at this, and the two little dots for eyes turned into slits. You’re sure the robot meant well, but with its expression, it looks kind of malicious… “Oh? They didn’t tell you in the letter? Or did you not receive it?”

“I did receive it, I think it’s pure BS. Who does this ‘council’ think they are?” You replied.

“It’s similar to a conservation breeding program! Ever heard of them? I assume you lived in the time bracket when those existed.” Said the robot. “The council is a temporary group of humans that have humanity’s best interest in mind! They have decided to initiate this program so that humanity can get back to its steady numbers again. Once this goal has been accomplished, they will disband.”

Not only is being viewed as an animal terrifying, but the thought of having a kid scared you. It was a heavy ick you grew to hate over a short period. “I’m not doing shit. Others can do it for me.”

The robot still smiled and creaked as it turned around to keep facing you. You were checking out the water rust, something to hopefully signal this lugnut that it needed to get. “It’s my order. I’m not leaving until I’ve completed my goal.” It commanded, standing proud. Rolling your eyes wasn’t enough to explain your exhaustion. “As much as I love engineering and robotics, you’re not staying for long.” You sneered, not letting the robot speak for once. “Become any more annoying and I’ll dissect you like the little bug you are.”

The robot only continued to smile as you made a threat. It wasn’t necessarily empty—you’d be willing to make it come true. Besides the airlocks and the rust, there wasn’t much to check around the main entrance. All that’s left is to eat and you’ll watch the sunset for the rest of the day. “Make yourself useful and say to whoever sent you to fuck off.” You left for the robot. Venturing deeper into the small tunnel, you clasped a heavy lever and brought it down. Eventually, you were going to grow too weak to pull it. Not like it would be a problem since you’d die before moving around would become a burden.

“Want me to pull it for you?” A voice chirped, The robot appeared behind you, cocking its head to the side and resting both mechanical hands upon the bag strap.

“I’m perfectly fine. It’s supposed to be heavy.” You replied, still annoyed at the fact some random bugger came into your home. You had so many questions. How did the ‘council’ know you existed? How did they find any information about you? What’s keeping them from recording every interaction you’ve had with the robot? Nothing. Not only a privacy breach but a threat and a nuisance.

As the lever rested at its stop, large gears grind against each other. You were proud of your contraption. It was your beauty and pride. All of your inventions were. They made life easier, they kept you busy. A healthy busy. Unlike taking care of children.

Once the doors had withdrawn, the two of you ducked underneath and entered the home. Right behind you, the doors closed. Their heavy weight creaked slightly while they shut behind you. You throw your coat and accessories upon the table beside the entrance. The indoor part of your bunker was quite lavish and rustic. It was modeled after the perfect homes you used to live in before everything happened. You would die if it all were to ruined.

“So you’re just going to harass me until I say yes huh?” You asked the robot.

The robot tilted its head to the side. “Well… I wouldn’t say harass. I am here to win you over with your consent!”

Ugh. Being harassed and having some hunk of junk follow you around until you change your mind? Maybe in the far future but it was futile to convince you to do anything now. You walked over to the counter and started preparing your dinner. There were rarely any meats surrounding your area. They were believed to have been all hunted to the brink of extinction. At least, to your knowledge. Most of your diet was built upon cooked mushrooms and forest food. Occasionally, seafood. If you were incredibly lucky and wished to treat yourself. You had trouble growing your very own mushroom garden, but thanks to your huge collection you got the hang of it. The chicken mushroom was the closest thing you’ve had to meat. Naturally, it’s your favorite.

Taking out your cooking supplies, the robot leans on the counter. It’s a tad bit taller than you—a few inches give or take. “For your information, I will be right by your side for the rest of the time you are on this program.” It peeped. Nerd.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” You scoffed.

The robot only kept smiling. It watched you oil your pans, prepare your mittens, and set out the seasoning. You never thought of yourself as the type of person to be a farmer. You learned to do anything and everything by the hand. Your home cooking tasted the best it could—to your ability.

“I bet your cooking tastes nice.” Praised the robot.

You only nodded, knowing you were right. The robot settled down upon a bar stool and dropped its tote bag. “I’m solar-powered and have a huge rechargeable battery! I hope you have outlets or a sunroom somewhere.”

“I have access to the sun. I’d prefer to return to my own life though. Please go back to where you came from.”

The robot only shakes his head and repeats what it just said. “I told you. I’m not going anywhere. My only job is to ensure that you are serving your purpose while on this program. Take as long as you like. I promise I can wait, but don’t keep me waiting too long!” This is quickly getting aggravating. You loved your quiet life. You’d rather go head to head with this robot than give in whatever they have in store for you. As the vague smell of chicken filled the air, you relished the now-fried mushrooms. They looked fantastic, as usual. You had few plates and silverware due to living alone. You don’t even think about serving your intruder as you plop yourself onto a bar stool and start digging in. It burned your mouth, but you were really hungry! Hunger over pain you guess.

You could feel something on you, but not eyes. Turning your head, you see the robot’s ‘pupils’ fixed on you. The black pupils were now enlarged, much like a curious cat. You have to admit, whoever designed the robot made it cute. It was a simple and endearing design. But that’s all it was.

“Can you not stare at me while I’m eating?” You asked it.

“Ok!” It chirped. Its pupils now shrank. So small, that its face was now blank—with only a faux smile. You could only sigh as you finished the last few bites of your fake chicken. Throwing the dish into the sink, there wasn't much else to do other than watch the sunset. Like you usually do. You left the dining room and climbed the narrowly steep stairs to your second floor. You could call your little bunker a condo if you’d like. Nestled among a high canyon cliff, yet lodged between a perfect pine forest. A unique terrain, a lovely one at that. As you crawl out of the trapped door and pull down a string, the array of cloth curtains arise and let the rays of light shine through. You were so busy with setting up your watchtower, that you didn’t notice something slinking out of the same trapped door. You nearly gave yourself a heart attack with how quiet the robot sneaked up into your room! How’d it get in here so quietly? “Don’t sneak up on people like that!” You yelled at it. It accepted all your words while sitting criss-crossed on the floor. Ignorant, and blessed. “What if I decided to go along with your stupid program? You wouldn’t scare someone pregnant would you?!” You continued. “Besides this is my canopy. You are not supposed to be up here.”

The robot buzzed, processing your words. “I’m sorry ____________, but I must remain with you.” Shit. You probably would have to dissect this thing if you wanted to return to your normal life. You let out a huge sigh and threw yourself onto your large hammock. As you adjusted your tank top, the sweet smell of fog entered your small canopy. “If you’re gonna be here, tell me more about this program. And… this council.” The robot nodded enthusiastically as it opened its mouth, ready to drone on.

“I am Pixel, your male counterpart, assigned to be your spouse. We prefer to use robotics instead of other humans to limit the possibility of violent exposure and infection. The Council consists of 8 humans. All remain anonymous. They prefer to make history, not teach about it. The program was started ten years ago. Based on your gathered information you are younger than 25.”

They must have been stalking you or something. Or found out about your little canopy. You thought you looked pretty manly yourself whenever you put up your camo coat to head out for hunting. Goggles, a bashanka, wrapping layers around you just to remain unknown to anyone and everyone. Yet this unheard council managed to know your exact location and personal information. “Tell me that you guys have been stalking me. It’s annoying how you figured me out despite my efforts to stay low.” You grill the bot.

“We have our ways of getting information.” It smirks in response.

You sneered. “Are you filming all of this?” You interrogated.

“Only if you want me to. The Council has an oath of sticking by rules set by past humans! This includes privacy issues. Though none of these recordings will be collected by the Council. At the end of my mission, you can either trash these recordings or transport them onto a USB.” It answered. A thought popped into your mind. It was… an incredibly weird thought. Nonetheless, you suppose you knew not of social anxiety. There were not many humans left after all.

“I’m gonna ask a freaky question.”

The robot’s eyes widened, much like a camera’s lens focusing. You grimaced. “Do you… have… like a robot dick?” Even though Pixel wasn’t a human, it felt abnormal to ask such a protruding question. The robot only let out an artificial laugh while covering its mouth with a hand.

“You can ask any questions about me. And yes, I do have faux genitalia. How else am I supposed to help in this program?” It responded, now wrapping an arm around its stomach. You were… intrigued, to say the least by how this worked exactly. You’ve heard of sex dolls but a whole-ass robot? Technology must be incredibly advanced from where the Council came from. To your knowledge, they were rich dirty hogs that only saved all the resources for themselves. They didn't care about the rest of humanity. Not if the rest of us were suffering while they probably lived in skyscrapers that touched the clouds. Eating caviar and drinking cocktails to pass the time. You were eating and snacking on mushrooms. You felt worse than the lower class. “Any other questions?” The robot said. You thought for a moment. The more you engage with the robot, the more it will build a relationship with you. Knowing you didn’t want any part of this program, you probably needed to stop probing. Why’d you let him in again? Oh. Because he was being noisy. You could probably kick him out tomorrow. You scoffed at the robot and got up from the large futon. Today was coming to an end and the sun was past setting. Violet and navy streaks now covered the dying light. The sun was now just a ball of light. It was dimming ever so slowly.

Showering wasn’t much of an option. Unless you felt like collecting gallons upon gallons of pond water. Not only would you need to travel close to half a mile, but you would need to clean the water as well. The water was clean, but who knew what brain-eating amoeba lived in the freshwater you collected? Hours upon hours of just boiling water. You’ve adjusted to be comfortable with skipping showering for a day or two.

As you pick out some more comfortable clothing to change into, the robot gets up from its place and sits on the single wooden couch beside your table. The robot just sat there, clueless to the supposed ‘privacy’ it preached about. If it understood privacy it would leave the area and let you change in peace. “Can you not stare at me when I’m about to undress? Go to the other side or something!” You shouted. The robot calmly obeyed and started making a weird noise. Its front face began making a small whirring sound, seemingly powering down. Its facial features disappear, and the pixels turn black. The screen was off. Did it shut down? No. The soft glow of the light underneath the padding of the limbs and stomach was still awake. Was… it sleeping? To be safe, you picked up a stray blanket and covered the robot with it. If it shut down for the rest of the night, then you’d probably be free of it bothering you until morning.

Now in your comfiest of clothing (which to be honest, felt like bear skin), you could finally rest for the night. Besides being a chef, you had to learn how to be a carpenter. Bringing in wood and carving it in a way so that you could easily sleep on it. Abandoned libraries were your favorite places to make bases. They were quiet, besides the acceptable wind and echos of random little noises. Often, the one you most frequently visited was almost like a cathedral. Large, wide ceilings. Intricate designs are engraved and carved into the cement. Heck, you even found a couple of gargoyle statues around the place. A book on carpentry was added to your collection once you found the section for informational books. A few pages were covered in smaller mushrooms, but it was easy to tear them out and cleanse the book. You didn’t need them anyway. You learned shit about woodwork and done! You can now easily craft furniture. Crazy in retrospect how you couldn’t even craft a spear when you were a kid. Pot and ceiling plants littered your canopy, and the rain that came upon your terrain rolled off the clear plastic shield and into a vast silo you set to collect water. Then the cycle continues all over again. Only natural light lit up your room, and when it dimmed, it was time to rest.

As you hopped into bed, a mechanical noise began. You stop putting the blanket over you and stare at the sound of a fan beginning to start up. The LED lights grew brighter, and alongside the fan were gears and metal grinding together. The head of the robot shifted, and you can see the glow of the eyes and the mouth appear. They shine through the blanket. The robot troubles itself before scrunching the blanket above its head—much like a makeshift hood. It blinked a few times, its pupils now a bright cyan. It kindly smiles and looks over to you.

“We’re sleeping already?” peeps the bot. The robot lifted itself from the couch and draped the blanket over its shoulders. It hopped over to the edge of your bed near your headrest. A solar-paneled night light sat in the corner of your nook. “Hell no. You’re not coming into my bed.” You grimaced. Turning to your side to face the wall, you flip the blanket to cover you fully.

“Are you cold?” It inquired. You grumbled and shuffled around in your bed. Not only did this thing wake up just to bother you, but you couldn’t even think and sleep in peace!

“It is currently 54° Fahrenheit. The room temperature should be around 75° Fahrenheit. Do you wish for me to turn on the heat?” It asked in an unusually monotone voice. But heat? You had gotten used to the cold. Lower temperatures were familiar. Now out of nowhere, some high-tech bot offers a heating system? Perhaps reconsidering getting rid of the robot would be a good option. Maybe it was some use after all. Flipping around to face the bot, you’re met with an eager face. It had the temperature in the corner of its face. “You can do that?”

“Of course! I’m built with the latest technology. A heating and cooling system is just one of the many convenient functions I have.” Pixel answered. You furrowed your brow and stared still, “Well then turn it on! What are you letting me freeze for?” In response, the robot lowers its head. Its eyes close and a small glow of orange overcomes the once-electric blue light. You can sense the warmth begin to emit out of the vibrating robot. Once it seems to be done, it smiles at you and places a warmed metal hand on your shoulder.

The heatboxed robot stayed still. A small amount of tension built itself once you found yourself just staring at it. “You don’t have a thing where the hot air blows at you?...”

It corrects you, “No. I’m a heated teddy bear. Not an electric gas heater. If you want to get any more heat you’ll have to hug me.”

“What.”

“You have to hug me. Similar to how children hug their-”

“Yeah yeah yeah, I know. You’re putting me in a tough box here. I don’t feel like cuddling you. Can’t you just hover over me?”

The robot withdraws, and the cozy firelike heat that came from it goes away. “If you want any more heat you’ll have to let me sleep with you.” It confidently spoke. It crossed its arms and cocked its head to the side. Man, if you wanted to get any closer to modernity like those bastards in the skyscrapers you were going to give in some things. “You’re being such a cuck right now dude.” You gritted between your teeth. Pixel gave a tiny shrug and started crawling into bed, now returning the warmth you once felt. It felt like the coziest fireplace you’d ever experienced. Now sprawled on your bed, you hesitantly let the smug robot cuddle you. It wraps its balmy arms around you, and you can finally feel the heat to the full extent. You two turn to the side, with the robot being the bigger spoon. Your legs are entangled with Pixel’s. “Are you comfy now?” He hums. “Yeah…” You mumble. Perhaps you’ll grow to tolerate him.

The heat begins to make you more sleepy. Snuggly and toasty. It’s a strange rare feeling that you welcomed with open arms. Miss Moon finally showed herself, seeping through the curtains and shining with her sultry stars. As you stare into the night, you feel a chin place itself on the nook of your neck. You could feel the rising of the robot’s chest. To be honest, it felt quite human. The warmth and breathing habits mimicked a person’s perfectly. The artificial heartbeat in perfect sync with yours. The arms of the bot wrapped tightly around your chest holding you close. It felt weird having Pixel’s groin shoved up against your ass. But you weren’t one to complain since you had a heating source now. You were too tired to move anyway.

There you slept. In your nook with your new mate.

"Good morning Sunshine!" A voice boomed. First few minutes in the day and you're already being berated by some annoying, agitating, grating voice. "Let me sleep in Pixel." You groaned. The bed sheet covered your face, and your eyes felt like they had been sewn shut. The morning was a bit colder without a noticeable body right by your side.

A lukewarm hand slid underneath your arm and over your stomach as something pecked your cheek. "It's already ten. I think you should be up." Soothed the voice.

"Did you just give me a kiss?"

"No."

Slowly opening your eyes, you turn to face the bot. "What was that you put against my cheek then." He answered, "That was to check your temperature. It’s mandatory."

“Act a fool.” You sighed. The robot was sitting up, seeming awake for quite some time. Your body ached in the morning more often now. It was probably something you ate. Or lack thereof.

As another hand made its way down your back you instantly jolted.

"Dude! My back is sensitive. Go touch something else like grass."

"I have one purpose. I-" You cut him off by diving further underneath your blankets and shielding your head from all the boring spiels he might go onto. You can hear the muffled noises flow out of the robot's speaker, and your headache is already starting to develop. "I'm a former nursebot! 20 years then repurposed. Now I'm just a cuddlebot." You make out. You peep an eye out of the blanket. "Shouldn't be surprised. Your only goal here is to fuck and get kids anyways." The robot seems semi-offended by your 'insult'.

"I'm a cuddlebot for a reason. Not just sex and hugs. I'm here to build a relationship with you. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Take as long as you like getting cozy in our relationship. But I’ll have some kids with you someday~"

That's some comfort. You were expected to have kids someday. You've heard of parents pressuring kids to have grandchildren, but you'd never thought you'd experience it yourself. You're only 19. Not even 20, and you need to have kids? You'd rather eat mycelium. "Say... If I'm never willing to have sex with you, what would you do?" You asked. The robot paused for a moment, contemplating what to say next. "If you're feeling that way, and continue to feel like this after a couple of years I would report to the council. But let's focus on today. I'm mainly concerned with how you will react with physical affection." Informed Pixel. He smiled at you with his hand now under your tit.

"Maybe I'll get more comfortable if you stop trying to cop feels whenever you can." You scolded. He nervously laughed and withdrew both hands, both formerly in intimate areas.

"Note taken. So what do you plan on eating for late breakfast?" Pixel interrupted, diverting from the fact that he was being handsy. "Mushrooms again?"

You lifted yourself and got up from your bed. Taking a look at your closet, you only see a few tank tops and cargo pants left. Washing clothes would be a must today. The robot hopped off and followed close behind you, keeping a distance too close for comfort. "Today might just be a mellow day. I don't have anything to do unless wash all my clothing. Might have to go search for more food and tend to the garden. You good with gardening?"

"I know the basics about many common plants. To teach children. But otherwise, I have a chip that allows me to learn and store information. You can teach me!" Said the robot. You accepted the response and picked out a white tank top with a set of shorter cargo pants. You throw the clothes onto Pixel, the bot taking it. He stood there quietly as you swiftly changed out of sleepwear and into your day clothing.

"I see you're more comfortable with changing in front of me now!" Exclaimed the robot. You grumbled and zipped the flyer on your pants. Now on the first floor, you walked over to the counter. Having no fridge was no good, so you resorted to ice boxes and cold pond water. You probably wouldn't have much to eat besides tofu and a few spare rabbits. Your garden was developing nicely since fall's floods destroyed half of it.

As you took out the tofu, you didn't bother to take out a plate. Eating straight from the wrap that made it in was enough. At some points, you wondered about harvesting honey. But it would be too difficult considering you don't have a proper suit. You also have yet to reach a book teaching you about the subject. You didn't bother. Pixel comes down after you finish your last bite of the plain meal. You wish the peppers would start growing already. You could easily make sriracha sauce. Get a kick out of this bare meal. "You're done eating?" Pixel asks. You nod silently and dispose of the wrapping. You adjusted your tank top and walked over to your dirty bin. "You can wash half of these, I'll take care of the rest. Laundromat is out by a few minutes so get your trekking boots on." You ordered the bot. He nods happily to your message and picks up the heavy basket. The two of you head outside. Usually, you'd put on some type of uniform. Especially while going out, but this was a short trek. You shouldn't be gone for long.

Hopping over a few branches, you both begin your small journey.

As you sit on a couple of wooden boards, Pixel takes a seat right next to you. He sets down the basket and takes out a few articles. You take some from him and begin dipping the clothing into the water.

"So have you ever traveled outside of this center?" Pixel asked.

You paused for a moment. "Center? This is just some forest. If that is the name of this forest. But no, I haven't traveled much outside of the forest and canyon."

"Oh!!" Pixel blurts. "They do name the sectors in this state. This is sector 12. It's been untouched, and rumored to have a very territorial specimen. I'm the first android to set food in here. Well, besides the drones." Pixel smirks as he finishes that last sentence. His head tilted towards you. Drones? That's probably how they found out about you. Territorial specimen? Did they mean you? Not only was it quite funny but you also realized that the only reason that could've gotten that information was through interactions. Which means some of the people you've been killing might have been a part of the Council's operations. Whoops... You apologize, "Sorry about that... It's pretty amusing though you have to admit." Picking up the clothing and scrubbing it viciously against the wood-ashed soap. The bubbles and studs sprayed all over your tank top, and vaguely tinge your eyes. Pixel could only laugh, the situation seemed too funny to him. Some ape-like swamp thing terrorizing (murdering) employees. He meticulously wrung and scrubbed your clothing, making sure the soap was all over the article of clothing.

"I was informed you are an orphan. Is that true?" Pixel asked. It was a somewhat sensitive topic for you. But at the same time, you felt numb. you never felt the need to discuss anything about your parents. You have nothing to remind you of them. They seem like a distant memory at this point. Your father was just a man who taught you things. Your mother was just a woman who nursed you. When they were gone that day you accepted fate, as they had told you. Since then you've been on your own. You stop scrubbing and rest for a moment. "I don't have anything to say about them. It's all just a fuzzy memory."

The robot dims its screen and slants its expression. The smile now is a frown, and he relaxes his arms too. "I'm sorry for your loss. Even though you don't remember them I'm sure you three had good memories together when you were younger. They're just buried. Somewhere."

Being alone was a comfort for you. You'd rather be the parent than be of a parent. You didn't like the thought of being bossed and told what you could and couldn't do.

You thank Pixel and get back to washing. Pants after shirt, tank top after cargo, hazard suit after hazard suit. You both eventually finished the entire basket. Pixel insisted that he carry the basket back for you. You could only mutter good grief to yourself as you led the way for Pixel. The little android follows closely behind, urging he must hold your hand on the way back. It was annoying, but you didn't want to hear him pester you.

Leaving up the clothing to dry was the relaxing part. The day was now in midsession, and it was around lunch. One of the things left was eating rabbits. It was a bit stale but who are you to complain? Squirrels and stray birds weren’t sufficient enough for your appetite. After finishing dinner, you helped Pixel change his solar battery and decided to hike out to the upper garden.

Once you took the small hike, you realized there was much work to do. You didn’t have many gardening tools besides your shovel and rake. But who needed anything else? You did most things by hand. It was much faster for you. As you stepped over a few of the growing plants, you needed to tend first to the ones that needed water and pest removal. The aphids and earwigs were the worst. You assigned Pixel to pull out any suspicious weeds, while you added to compost, watered, and put some more fertilizer. Towards the end, you felt better about your garden. The tomatoes were dwarfed but it was something you could harvest and eat. Pixel carried all your groceries once again and followed you back into the bunker.

Sun always sets early now. How long did you spend in the garden? Who knows. Probably an hour or so. The sky looked greyer than usual. It should be around two or three. Days just seem to take longer, stretching tasks to fill the day. It’s worked most of the time. Day after day. You hopped onto the hammock and saw the few birds that flew by. They were probably migrating due to the soon-coming winter. Meaning all your efforts put into the garden were most likely going to go to waste.

The floor creaked and the trap door opened as Pixel climbed onto the floor. “Are you done for the day? If you have anything to do left, I can do it for you.” You turn your head towards the back of the room, seeing the android walking towards you.

“Pretty much. You can filter the wasted water. There’s a station outside. Take a right and walk up the trail. You should reach the hill that stops on top of the bunker. It’s a two-minute walk from the garden. You do know how to filter water, right?” You informed him. The bot nods and heads your order, now opening the door and descending the stairs. Now left alone in your room, you decided to take a shower for today. Pixel should be able to filter the silo.

It had taken Pixel an hour or so to complete the process. It should go through two nights, that way you’ll have clean water by Saturday. You felt refreshed, sitting on your bed. All that was left was for Pixel to appear. You breathed heavily and stared at the stray pages you pasted upon your walls. Some were your favorite books—pages and pages about fake scenarios. Fantasy worlds and journeys, all whimsical and comical. You’d lose yourself within the books, reading over and over again parts about fighting dragons. Witches and wizards fighting off spirits. You pay anything to be in their worlds. Depressing books that let you truly see what humans were like decades ago. A Japanese author letting his deepest thoughts down on paper, a psycho running rampant, boys who are stranded eventually turn to savagery. You could spend the rest of your life reading and writing—and you’d be undoubtedly happy.

The trapdoor opens, and a dirtied robot comes through the wooden shaft. Dirt and debris were stuck all over its screen, limbs, and knees. Pixel smiles at you as he latches the door lock. “Hi ____________!” He peeps. You get off of your bed and stare at him. You asked, “What the hell happened to you?”

Pixel laughs, “I fell down a hill. The mud can be pretty slippery at times.”

“Well, you’re not taking another step in my bedroom. Go to the shower and rinse yourself off.” You scolded. You guide Pixel over to the water basin and help him step in. You never thought that it would be possible for someone to bathe a robot yet here you were, scrubbing and rinsing off the dirt that was stuck to the robot’s plates. The lights glow under the water, refracting and illuminating the surrounding tiles. You swore Pixel was purring when you were scrubbing his stomach. After drying Pixel off, you two set for the night. The sun was set once again. Your view that you grew accustomed to was one high above all else. The canopy was secret and hid in plain sight among other vines and trees growing on the cliffside. “Your bed is cozy for someone who lives in the wild.” Whispered Pixel. “I take that as a huge flattering compliment on my crafting skill. Not easy finding blankets in tip-top shape.” You prided. You lay sprawled out on your bed again. Pixel was lying next to you, arm underneath your head. Mimicking a headrest. His other arm lying across your stomach. He has a content grin on his face as you rant to him about random things, your early memories, and incidents you’ve had with the infected.

The robot just listens, taking in everything you’re saying. “Wow. Sounds like you’ll have to be pretty strong to handle all of that.” He says.

“Yeah, survival of the fittest I guess.”

The robot just stares at you. You notice him and turn your head to face him. “What are you staring at me for.” You interrogate him. The robot circles your abdomen with his index, stating, “Nothing. You just look awfully appealing.”

“Are you trying to flirt with me?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

“Flirting doesn’t work on me bud. Don’t think I don't know what that is—I read romance novellas before. I know where this is going.”

The robot stops its curling motion and places its hand flatly. ‘I know. But why not accept it?” Pixel takes his hand from your stomach and from underneath your head and rests his head in between them. His face now has a sleepy expression. But it’s clear all his attention is still on you. “What do you think happens when an isolated individual that has been alone for all of their life is suddenly asked to give someone the most intimate form of love Pixel.” You flatly state. You’re baffled at how he’s contradicting his ‘take-your-time’ motto. The bot could only smile as he rolled over, his head now directly next to yours. A hand shuffles over to your ass and begins to fondle it.

“You don’t need to be for the most part. As long as we start with little things like this.”

Out of the blue, a heated surface pecks your face again. It doesn’t leave as quickly as before though. By the time you register what he’s doing, Pixel stops kissing you.

“I’m glad. I want you to be okay with me giving you little pieces here and there.” He says, and snuggles against your side. This time, his body is tightly packed against yours. He has his heating system on.

“So you did kiss me!” You exclaimed. Pixel laughs slightly. You could sense his heartbeat, and it was unusually slow. You didn’t do anything that night. It was a quick adjustment from taking in some random robot to sleeping with it the very first night it came in. But hey, you’ve had weirder things to deal with. At least he’s peaceful. Unlike some of those zombies. That night was easier for you. Everything felt just right. You imagine what incredibly fictional dreams you’d be having tonight. All while a little android cuddled and wrapped itself around you for the entire night.

For the next few weeks, Pixel was a big help in doing your daily chores. The extra hand in hunting and retrieving made everything easier. You could probably use him as a maid bot rather than a love bot. However, he was constantly trying to be intimate with you. You’ve grown to be okay with the little touches here and there. He’d tend to wrap his arms around you. He’d insist on holding your hand or something apart of you. When you’d finally settle down for the day Pixel would peck at you and insist he holds you tight. It began getting annoying when he’d ruffle around and get very handsy—specifically at night. You couldn’t give up the offer on massages though. Your stiff body needed some forced relaxation after a day or two. He’d always gladly give you one. Anything to further your intimacy. The bot would remark on how soft you were. Besides all your toned muscles, and scars covering your body. You’d often feel silicon fingers squeeze at your thighs, massaging and rubbing on your inner side. Though you’d stop him before he got too close to straight up fingering you. Sometimes he’d squeeze your face, fangirling about how cute you were. How humans were so adorable and fragile.

While you were cooking, you now had someone new to bother you. Ranting to you about foreign subjects, cupping your bits while he’s at it. You began to wonder was this what past relationships were like? One spouse just lets the other one do whatever they want to them as a sign of love. Probably. As the next weeks passed, Pixel could practically do whatever he wanted with you. You’ve gotten through kissing sessions, naps filled with him just swaddling you, and intimate moments talking about your future. You’ve got to admit. Not only did you grow on him, but you’ve also grown to accept that he’s your spouse. It’s good to have a conversation with someone other than yourself. Though you’ll never tell him some of the things you’ve done before he arrived.

Although it’s been just three or four months, Pixel observed how comfortable you were with him now. From threats to tearing him apart to hugging him and letting him comfort you during your restless nights. Because of your progress, he stopped reminding you of his ‘mission’. Because he knew that you’d approach him one day. Just when you felt comfortable enough.

And approach him you did. Friday 13th, November 2901.

It was now more of a transition into winter. The forest slowly turned its leaves into autumn foliage. The wind tends to howl more at you from its distance. You don’t see as many animals to hunt anymore. You needed to transition into winter as well. Figuring out a solution for keeping the greenhouse and garden warm might be more of an extensive problem—but you’ll get over it. More reading up on gardening and agriculture for you. You felt like a university student.

As Pixel massages your shoulders, you stress about how tedious it is to survive out here. You were getting tired of life. You yearned for the easy-modern life of past humans rather than having to live the apocalyptic dream. What was Twitter? What the heck was COVID? Why was it so important in textbooks? It was probably the early stages of robots. And the internet sounded too cool. Being able to interact with people across the planet at the touch of a finger must be heavenly. You wouldn’t need to send out mail or use radio towers anymore. Like you would be writing letters in this time of age anyway.

The time was around six when Pixel stepped into the room with a steaming pot. Hopping over to your desk, the bot places the pot down and a couple of utensils. You’re in the middle of reaching a book that you found interesting as a break from reading up on agriculture. “Ready to eat?” He asked, trying to set down the window so that not too much of the autumn air would get into the room. You hummed in response and stared at the meaty stew he cooked for you. “Squirrels are pretty hard to catch y’know. Humans should be eating at least two meals a day.”

“I can eat only once Pixel, I’ll be fine.”

Pixel nudged your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your neck. He boos at you quietly while nuzzling his face into your head. A silicon hand crawls its way down your arm and stops upon your hand, holding it still for a moment. He then nuzzles into the nook of your neck and purrs into your ears. “You worked so hard today, I’ll spoon-feed you if you let me.” He’s being extra touchy today. But… maybe you deserved something nice—maybe… a little love. You have to admit it full-on. You liked him. A lot. It gets lonely and silent when he’s not around. He was also your personal maid and tending to every little thing that inconvenienced you. You grew onto him a lot more quickly than you intended. You just wished he wasn’t part of that stupid council. And you could just live out the rest of your life with him. Maybe… one… kid….

One…

Pixel pulled another stray stool over and dipped the spoon he was holding into the stew. Holding it close to your mouth, he imitates a small ‘aahhh’. You open your mouth and swallow the thing whole. It had a savory taste, the salt and rosemary making up for most of it. After a couple of minutes, Pixel fed you the last spoonful of the meal. It was a good meal, and you’re glad that you tried it. To be honest, maybe Pixel was a better cook than you.

The night set in around eight as you and Pixel put up and ready the house for the night. It was even colder, with it being around only 30 at night. Cuddling up to Pixel was a great comfort and a nightly tradition. The solar-powered night lights shimmered above the ceiling. The pine and fern plants near the huge canopy window reflected the dim light. It felt kind of romantic. All that was needed was wine. Which neither of you nor Pixel knew how to make. Peculiar how they didn’t add that function to him. Pixel hopped into your bed first and shoved the thick comforter off, giving you a clear space to sit. You hopped right beside him and climbed onto his lap. His fingers slid underneath your black tank top as you settled down for the night. Wasting your electricity for the thing you had planned for tonight might be worth it.

“You’re still wearing a bra? Aren’t your shoulders sore? It might be too tight on you while you sleep. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable while sleeping.” He whined. You sighed and leaned up against his head, permitting him to undo your bra straps. As the straps fell, you felt your chest finally rest after being tied up all day. Admit it, it’s relaxing. Pixel reaches underneath your top and unhooks it one more time before slipping the bra off and throwing it onto the floor. You’d probably wear it again the next day. Now free of any barriers in his way, the cheeky bot softly cupped your breasts and massaged both of your tits gently.

It felt good. It felt lovely. He felt human. You whined softly as he continued his hands further down and underneath your thin shorts. What was the point of wearing clothes at this point? You were comfortable enough with him to walk around bare. Tonight you were ready. Pixel slid his hand over your clothed womanhood and gently rubbed between your two lips. You were already half-wet. As soon as you let out another quiet moan, his fingers started softly vibrating. You place a hand upon Pixel's cheek and another on the hand shoved in your underwear, guiding where your sweet spots were. Pixel lifted the hand still cupping your breast and started moving your clothing down your waistline, now being able to see you in all your glory.

"Pixel." You whispered.

"Yes?"

"I—...I think I'm ready."

More chapters, a love scene, and a picture of your robot husband on Ao3!

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“Explaining It All” || YEAR 3 – Ch.36 (HP au)

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Day posted: 12/22/2020

Word count: 3, 517

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

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The shack groaned and creaked, filling the heavy silence until Lupin, who looked incredibly calm for someone who was just outed as a creature even the Ministry considered highly dangerous, chuckled awkwardly. As if Heather had simply told an embarrassing story of him.

He looked at Hermione and Heather with a small smile. “I was always worried about the two of you, though I suspected you’ve known for some time… I am a werewolf… I won’t deny that. But I have not been helping Sirius get into the castle and none of us want Harry, or you, Heather, dead – I promise you that.”

Ron, who’d dragged himself to the farthest post of the bed, pulled himself up, almost feinting from the throbbing pain of his leg. He winced but did not take his eyes off Lupin.

Lupin’s eyebrows drew with concern as he took a step closer to them, mistaking the silence for calm.

“Get away from us, werewolf!” Ron shouted, instinctually reaching for his wand, which was still in Lupin’s hand. “Give them back.”

“Not yet.” He took his step back and turned to Hermione and Heather with visible effort. “How did you find out?”

“Snape’s essay,” Heather mumbled.

Lupin made a sound between a scoff and a chuckles and shook his head. “Does he know? He’ll be delighted, no doubt. He assigned it thinking everyone would realize… What gave it away?”

“Mostly you being ill around full moons,” Hermione said, holding her head high.

Lupin forced a laugh. “You’re both quite clever.”

“You’re not going to win back our trust by talking to us if that’s what you think.” Heather had set her attention back at Black, who was still intently looking at Ron over Lupin’s shoulder. There was concern in his eyes, though Heather couldn’t tell if he was worried about Ron’s injury or about the fact his uneaten meal could still hop away from him.

“We should have told everyone what you are.” Hermione shook her head. “If we were cleverer we’d have done that.”

“The staff know… though some did not agree with Dumbledore’s choices… Some apposed it more than others…”

Ron gasped. “Dumbledore knew you were a werewolf? And he still hired you?”

Lupin forced a smile again. “Not without a lot of convincing. It took a while for him to prove to most everyone I was trustworthy – ”

“But you’re not.” Harry pointed at their wands still locked in Lupin’s grip. “Give them back if you want to prove to us we can trust you… Unless you’re lying. Unless you really are working with that murderer!”

Black shut his eyes and shook his head. When he opened them again he crossed over to the four-poster – making them jump away – and sunk into the mattress sending a cloud of dust into the air. He dropped his head on his hands. Poor Ron was stuck close to him, holding the farthest post to stay upright.

Lupin stared at the wands and threw them back, even his own. “You can trust me, Harry. I have not been working with Sirius – so if I can just explain… If you will listen.”

Heather reached for the wands, handing each one back, throwing Ron his own who immediately pointed it at Sirius Black, and gripped Lupin’s tight.

“Look, I was in my office when I glanced over at the Marauder’s Map – ”

“You know how it works?” Harry narrowed his eyes.

Lupin gave a genuine laugh. “Of course. I helped write it.”

Their mouths fell open.

Lupin continued, “I was examining the map – ”

“You’re Moony.” Heather mumbled, remembering the names from the map. Moony had called Snape’s nose ‘abnormally large’.

“It was my friend’s nickname for me back in school.” Lupin waved his hand impatiently. “I was keeping an eye on you four, knowing you’d be down with Hagrid before his hippogriff’s execution. I look away for a moment, and when I returned, thinking you’d have the good sense to leave before Dumbledore and the Minister had reached you… You were standing there… with someone else – someone I couldn’t explain.”

Heather frowned. What on earth was he talking about? When they were standing – before they were running trying to chase after Ron – no one was with them. “We were alone.”

“We weren’t with anyone,” Harry confirmed.

“You were.” Lupin glanced over at Ron. “I couldn’t believe my eyes. There wasn’t any reason in the world he’d be with you. How could he be?”

“No one was with us!” Hermione pointed at Black. “Not until HE – ”

“No,” Lupin cut her off. “I saw when a small dot labeled ‘Sirius Black’ ran towards you. I watched as he pulled two of you into the Whomping Willow – ”

“He only dragged ONE of us in!” Ron said angrily, jabbing at his chest with his thumb. “Me!”

“No.” Lupin looked at Ron firmly, holding his gaze. “Two of you.”

There was more silence. Heather gripped both wands in her hand, feeling calmer about listening to Lupin descend into madness so long as he remained unarmed.

“Might I have a look at your rat?” Lupin said as evenly as a parent asking to see a very expensive crystal figure in the hands of their toddler. He held out his hand patiently.

“What’s Scabbers got to do with all this?” Ron pressed his hands to his robe pocket immediately.

“Everything – Could I see him, please?” Lupin repeated kindly.

Ron dug in his pocket and revealed his thrashing raging rat. Scabbers was trying so desperately to get away that Ron had to hold him out by his tail. “What’s a rat got to do with anything?”

“That’s not a rat.” Lupin whispered, watching it thrash around.

Ron forced a laugh. “Then what – ”

“He’s an animagus.” Black stood finally. “By the name of Peter Pettigrew,” he spit out the name like poison.

Ron turned to him wide-eyed. “You’re both mental. Harry they’re mental!”

Harry was shaking his head. “Peter’s dead. You killed Peter Pettigrew twelve years ago!”

Black’s eyes twitched and his face turned red. “No. I meant to,” he growled. “And this time little Peter won’t get the better of me! Not again!”

Black lunged at Lupin’s wand in Heather’s hand, knocking her down and pointed it at Scabbers. Heather scrambled to her feet as Lupin pushed Sirius Black back with what little strength he had left in him, holding the wand up to ensure all shots would be fired into the ceiling.

“We have to explain first!” Lupin shouted.

“Get off!” Black snarled, pushing Lupin back.

“Sirius, no! They need to understand or else – ”

“We’ll explain after! After its all finally over!”

Heather aimed her wand between the both of them. It looked like either one could pass out at any moment, neither having the strength or energy to fight the other.

“They have – a right – to know – everything!” Lupin wrestled his wand back as Black paused. “Harry, Heather, Ron, even Hermione – they are just as much involved as us. They deserve to know the truth, Sirius.”

Without taking his eyes off the rat, Black backed away. “Fine. But make it quick, Remus. I paid twelve years of time for this, I’m ready to do the crime I was sentenced for.”

“Nutters. The both of you!” Ron’s grip on Scabbers was tight but shaky. He looked at Harry, Heather, and Hermione. “I can’t take any more of this. I’m off.” He made to jump away from the post on his good leg but Lupin pointed his wand at him.

“You’re going to hear me out, all of you,” Lupin said quietly. “Please. So just keep a tight hold on Peter while you listen.”

“This isn’t Peter! HE’S SCABBERS!” Ron’s yell knocked him off balance and made him fall back onto the bed.

“We keep telling you, Peter’s dead.” Heather kept her aim locked on Sirius, who’s gaze was locked on Scabbers.

“A whole street full of people watched you kill him.” Harry inched his way between Lupin and Ron, helping Ron back up.

“They didn’t see what they thought they saw!” Black’s eyes narrowed on Scabbers, as if putting all the world’s blame on Ron’s still struggling rat.

“Everyone believed the reports. Even I believed it when it was said that Sirius Black was a supporter and that he’d savagely murdered Peter out on that street. And then I saw the map tonight – the map never lies… It showed Peter, alive… And Ron’s holding him.” Lupin encouraged Harry and Ron to look at the trembling rat, as if they’d instantly see what he was talking about.

Heather watched Harry and Ron exchange looks. And then she met Harry’s eyes. She turned to look at Hermione and then it was final. They were all in agreement: Black and Lupin had lost their minds completely and utterly. They were absolutely mental.

From what very little they knew about Scabbers, he’d been passed down from Weasley brother to Weasley brother and was as boring and ordinary as any rat. Maybe Ron was right, and Crookshanks really was a monster. Maybe this had been Crookshank’s plan all along. He’d convinced the already loony Sirius Black that Ron’s rat was the very man he hated brought back to life, and then Black had convinced Lupin. All of this was an elaborate ruse for Crookshanks to finally get rid of Scabbers once and for all. Evil little Crookshanks.

“Professor Lupin,” Hermione spoke up. “You know it can’t be true… that Scabbers is Peter Pettigrew…”

Heather rolled her eyes. Hermione thinks she can talk sense into just about anything. What they needed to do is somehow communicate a plan of escape. Great, they’re both crazy, but Lupin still has a wand and they’re stuck behind a man who can turn into a dog and claw them to death.

“Why can’t it be true?” Lupin looked to Hermione and shrugged his shoulders like a teacher eager for engagement.

“Well… people would know if Peter Pettigrew were an animagus. The ministry keeps tabs on them and wizards who can become animals. He’d have shown up on the registry, and only seven Animagi were registered this century… And Peter wasn’t one.”

Heather hadn’t thought of finding out who was a registered animagus. When Professor McGonagall had taught about them, she’d gone to the library to find out more. How it was done, how one could ensure a type of animal, what the laws were – and nothing had come up. Madam Pince made a great show of informing her how very ‘unallowed’ her snooping was. Becoming an animagus could only be done under the strict supervision of the Ministry, who would provide all ingredients and instructions.

Her eyes shifted to Black. “Was Sirius Black on the list?”

Lupin’s eyes darted to her, and he smiled again, as if already knowing the answer.

“No,” Hermione gasped.

“The Ministry never knew there were three unregistered Animagi running around Hogwarts.”

“Three?” Heather breathed.

Black growled again from the corner of the room. “If you’re going to tell them the whole story, do it quickly, Remus. I’ve waited twelve years and I won’t wait much longer. I will murder him tonight, whether you’re done talking or not.”

Lupin put up his hands in an attempt to calm the situation back down. “You’re right… I’ll get on with it, but you’ll have to help me fill out gaps. I only know the beginning – ”

There was a creak behind Sirius Black. The door had swung open without anyone noticing. Heather had been too focused keeping her wand on Sirius Black, Lupin had been turned around looking at them. And she suspected Hermione, Harry, and Ron had also been keeping their eyes on Lupin and Black.

Lupin crossed the room passed Black and looked out onto the landing. “No one…” He closed the door and walked back.

Ron was shivering from fright, or maybe fright and blood loss. “This place is haunted!”

Lupin looked back at the door once more before shaking his head. “It’s not. It never was. The Shrieking Shack was… The howls the village used to hear… They were made by me.”

“What do you mean by you?” Heather checked the door once more, but it remained closed. “Do you mean they heard you howl… as a werewolf? In here?”

He nodded. “That’s a good place to start the story actually – with me becoming a werewolf. If I hadn’t been bitten, none of this would have happened…”

“Go on,” Hermione was watching keenly, as if ready to take mental notes during a lecture.

“I was a small boy when I received the bite. In those days, there was no cure, but my parents did try everything, at least once. That potion that I’ve been drinking all year, the one Professor Snape has been making me, is a very recent discovery. It makes me safe to be around. As long as I take it in the week preceding the full moon, I keep my mind when I transform… I just… curl up in my office and wait for the moon to wane again.”

He was talking about the Wolfsbane potion. Heather shuttered at the thought of being put in charge of brewing it every month. One false move or miscalculation and hundreds of students could be put at risk from an out of control werewolf. And no one would even realize it wasn’t made correctly until the potion didn’t work that month. How recent is recent enough for a Potions Master to become familiar with the undoubtful success of a potion well brewed?

“Before the Wolfsbane potion was discovered, I was turning into a full-fledged monster once a month. It seemed impossible that I would ever be able to attend Hogwarts. It’s not like other parents would want me around their children. Dumbledore, however, came up with a way to keep everyone safe from me during those times.” He sighed roughly. “The Whomping Willow was planted the year I came to Hogwarts. All of this was built for my use. The tunnel and this house included. I was smuggled out of the castle and into this place to transform far away from everyone else. And the tree would ensure everyone would keep away.”

Heather couldn’t believe it. Dumbledore put all that work to ensure Lupin could attend the school. He’d have probably had to go against the Ministry, or fight very hard to allow it, especially with the way the Ministry wanted werewolves to be taught in school, as dangerous monsters whose monstrousness was of their own make.

“I was in so much pain when I transformed, that the village could hear everything I went through. They heard my howls and screams and thought it was violent spirits that haunted the home. Dumbledore even encouraged the rumors, and to this day the villagers don’t approach it.” Lupin looked as if he wanted to laugh, but his spirit was being weighed down by a fond sadness. “Despite my transformations every month… I was the happiest I ever was. For the first time I had friends, three great friends. Sirius Black… Peter Pettigrew… And James Potter.” He looked at Heather and Harry and smiled.

“They found me out about me as fast as you and Hermione, I think. I disappeared once a month and I only had so many excuses to tell them. I was terrified they’d desert me the moment they realized what I truly was. Except they didn’t. Instead, they did something to turn my transformations every month into the best times of my life. They became Animagi.”

“My dad…” Harry stared astounded.

“Oh yes. Him and Sirius worked tirelessly to do it. Took them three years to find it all out without anyone raising an eyebrow of suspicion. And trust me, there was already plenty suspicion being cast their way. Sirius and James were the cleverest students of our year, which was lucky, because the animagus transformation could have gone horribly wrong. Peter needed a great amount of help from them. But finally, come fifth year, they were all changing into a different animal at will.”

“But how is that helpful to you?” Hermione asked.

“They kept me company as animals. They all left the castle under James’ invisibility cloak and Peter, the smallest of them, would press the knot on the Whomping Willow and they could all come join me as their animal selves.”

“Move on with it, Remus.” Black was getting impatient just staring at the rat clutched tightly in Ron’s hands.

“Well… they became quite bored of the shack eventually… We started roaming the school grounds and the village by night. Although I was still very wolfish, my mind was much clearer around them. And James and Sirius were large enough to keep a grown werewolf in check. I doubt anyone knew the grounds quite like we did. That is how we came to write the Marauder’s Map. We even signed it with our nicknames. Sirius is Padfoot, Peter is wormtail, and James was Prongs.”

“That was really foolish.” Hermione huffed. “What if you had given them the slip and gone and bitten someone?”

Heather nodded. “You ran around assuming no one else snuck out of the castle at night.”

Lupin nodded slowly, staring down at the space between them. “Incredibly foolish of us. There were near misses, at least a handful of them… We laughed about most of them afterwards… We were young, careless, thoughtless – got carried away with our own cleverness… Though I sometimes felt guilty betraying Dumbledore’s trust…”

No one spoke, allowing Lupin time to collect his thoughts or push down feelings he seemed to be having.

“No Headmaster had wanted to admit me until Dumbledore. And I betrayed his trust. He had no idea I was breaking the rules, risking people’s safety, encouraging my friends into illegal activity that the Ministry would not excuse. And all this year I’ve been battling with my guilt, knowing I should tell Dumbledore that Sirius is an animagus, but I didn’t do it. I was too cowardly to admit to him that I’d broken his trust all those years ago. He admitted me when no one else would, and he gave me a job when nowhere else will. His trust means everything to me… I convinced myself that Sirius was getting in using Dark Arts that he’d learned from you-know-who. I convinced myself that him being an animagus had nothing to do with anything all year… In a way, Snape’s been right about me all along.”

Black scoffed, bringing everyone attention to him. For the first time all night he let his attention drop from Scabbers. “Snape? What’s he got to do with it?”

“He’s working here at the school, Sirius. As a teacher.” Lupin looked back at them. “He was at school with us too. And he fought very hard to keep the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts away from me. All year he’s been telling Dumbledore that I’m not to be trusted. He has his reasons… See, Sirius played a trick on him that could have gotten him killed… A trick which involved me – “

Black made a dismissive noise. “A trick that served him right,” he sneered. “Snape was always sneaking around, trying to find out what we were doing… trying to get us expelled…”

“Snape was very interested in where I disappeared to each month,” Lupin told them. “We were in the same year, and we – er – didn’t like each other very much. He especially disliked James. Jealous of him and his Quidditch talent… anyway, Snape saw me crossing the grounds with Madam Pomphrey as she led me to the Whomping Willow. Sirius thought it’d be – er – amusing – to tell Snape all he had to do was prod the knot with a long stick.”

“Of course he tried it,” Black cut in. “If I’d’ve told him he needed to chop off his own finger and sacrifice it to the Willow, he’d have done it, especially if it meant finding out what you were up to and getting you – and more likely, he hoped us – expelled.”

Lupin nodded. “If he’d got as far as the house, he’d have met a full grown werewolf. James however, heard what Sirius had done and went after Snape. He risked his own life and pulled Snape back just in time and saved him from what might have been a very gruesome death… for the both of them. However, Snape had caught a glimpse of me at the end of that tunnel. Dumbledore forbade him from telling anyone and since then he knew what I was…”

“That’s why he doesn’t like you,” Harry said slowly, as the revelation reached him. “He thinks you were in on the joke?”

From behind Lupin’s shoulder Heather caught a glimpse of what looked like the wall pattern shifting in wrinkles. Her eyes widened as the invisibility cloak fell to the floor, and Snape stepped forward, wand pointed at the back of Lupin’s head.

“That’s right,” Snape sneered, voice cold and tight with hatred.

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Author Interview

Saw this on @prince-liest and did it cuz i needed a pick me up today, they said to tag them so there ya go I hope it’s interesting <3

Fandoms: Very much mostly BNHA, though I’m getting back in Bungou Stray Dogs and already have fics I wanna write there too. Other fandoms I dabbled in: Promised Neverland, Promare n Forest of Drizzling rain

Where I post: on AO3 at CharmPoint! ….don’t be…don’t be fooled by my tumblr name I’m just sacrificing a brand for a bad joke

Most popular one shot: The crown goes to Far too young, I think this one was just in the right time and place while Promised Neverland high was at it’s peak. It’s the only one shot I have that broke 100 kudos so I’m p proud of it.

Most popular multichapter fic: ….it’s…it’s Ignite me, god I wish it wasn’t but it is. I’m not gonna link it cuz I honestly don’t want ppl to read more of it. Like there’s nothing especially bad about it….aside from the writing. The writing is just down right awful, I wrote this two years ago with a coauthor (hi Tati) and it went on a hiatus and then I went to reread it to remind myself how to continue and aaaaa I couldn’t get through chapter 3 it was SO BAD. The reason is that we adapted it from a rp and…we did so pretty badly. I really don’t like it but I don’t wanna delete it cuz 1. It’s not only mine 2. A lot of people seemed to really really like it…somehow, they are so strong. My ultimate mission is to one day rewrite this fic and make a good Ignite me, one day…

Favorite story written so far: That would definitely be Call of the Wild (at least of ones posted rn, Red String of Death just might overtake it). I think this was the first time I reread one of my own fics and felt genuine pride. Like complete unabashed pride. I kept going :0 I did that, her mind!! Especially the first chapter, which is one I use for all my zine apps lmao. I think I got the atmosphere just right, I think I got the foreshadowing just right, I really like what I did with silence vs dialog through the story. I’m just so proud of it. I’ll probably never write anything for Kiribaku again but if I gave them one fic, I’m glad it was Call of the Wild.

Fic I was nervous to post: That would be The suffocating quality of your dying breaths (And the effect they had on me). I really liked this fic, I really vibed with it and I had a lot of fun writing it but I was afraid that what I was trying to say wouldn’t come across right. It’s a fic about suicidal tendencies not from the perspective of the person having them but the person closest to their side…that kinda hates their guts. I’m not sure how well I managed to get it across the 3 chapters it has, but it’s supposed to be about realizing your boundaries and that sometimes you just aren’t a person for the job and that sometimes you really shouldn’t torture yourself over what you can’t do and just do what you can instead. Some things require professional help and you shouldn’t beat yourself up for not being able to offer that kind of help. I was just afraid that ‘you have limits to what you can do to help’ would be misinterpreted as ‘so you think you should just not help suicidal people huh??’ I received a positive reception for it so if nothing else it went over well with some people!

Do you outline?: I just learned to properly outline this year ;;; I used to just go with the flow and that…ended up pretty bad. But now I found an outlining style that suits me and it helped a lot to make my writing better!!

Complete: 15! Most of them oneshots and staggering 9 from this year alone. I had a very bad creative drought for such a long time but now I’m back n yall there’s no stopping me

In progress: If we go by what’s not posted yet rn I’m working on 7 fics in various stages of done. I also have two more fics in WIP folder but they are waiting till I have time n motivation to write them. Also my notes are overflowing with future story ideas hbjbhj there’s a LOT.

Coming soon: Drumroll, three big bang fics (DabiHawks, ShinKami n TodoBaku) , one secret santa fic (it’s a surprise ;3c) and eventually three zine fics (>;3c) . Ya girl is head deep in events rn jjknjk HELP (jk I actually have them all under control believe it or not). These events played a large part in getting my motivation ball rolling again so I’m pumped to be a part of them, though also looking forward to more none event works after this.

Do I accept prompts?: Sure, if I’m vibing with the idea n have the free time (which I don’t ever;;;)

Upcoming works I’m most excited for: Red String of Death, my upcoming DabiHawks big bang fic! Honestly I’ve had a wild ride with this one, a real roller-coaster. I was really excited by the idea, then I was afraid it was boring actually, then I got a great beta who encouraged me a lot and provided a lot of valuable feedback and now im PUMPED again, I think it’s p good if I do say so myself and I’m super excited to see how people feel about it. It’s not the happiest story I’d say, it follows in the footsteps of Call of the Wild by having a sorta bittersweet ending and in being like a fic that’s about a commonly used sort of magic trope (werewolves vs reincarnation n soulmates) being given a little twist that makes it oh so painful. Anyway if it’s spiritual successor to Call of the Wild then you know my hype is real, I just hope others like it as much!

Tagging: Uhhh do it if you want to its late and im lazy to tag!!!

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Worth It

Chapter Fifteen: After Party

Word Count: 5955

Chapter Fourteen: Post Concert

“Thank you Army for coming and we can’t wait to see you again!” Namjoon's voice is barely audible in the buzzing arena as the members say their final goodbyes to Army. The past few days have been draining and I can tell that they have reached their point, tonight they will sleep like the dead. All of BigHit were given Monday as a rest day considering most of us have been at the arena working. From the screen I watch them all bounce over to the lift and begin waving as they’re lowered under the stage.

Jungkook tries his hardest to hold on to continue saying goodbye but Tae manages to pull him by the shirt downward. Giggling to myself I squeeze through the other workers and make my way over to the backup dancers. Sweaty hugs are exchanged and before I know it I’m being ushered into the members waiting room. With big smiles on their faces they take the post concert photo.

Jimin is the first to break away from the group on the couch and he moves straight for me. I playfully dodge his hug and run to the safety of an empty chair. That doesn’t stop him from plopping himself directly in my lap. Across the room I can hear Jin and Namjoon telling us to cut it out since there are too many people here.

“Noona are you coming to the party tonight?” Jungkook asks as he sits on top of Jimin, completely squishing me in the chair. I can’t help the pained groan that leaves my lips. But my brain doesn’t register it fully as I zone in on the party question.

“What party?” Both Jimin and Jungkook look at me with a dazed look. I roll my eyes at both of them and start to push them from my lap, my thighs feeling more and more pancake-like with each passing second.

“Since it’s the end of our first tour, the company decided to go out with a bang. Part of the staff left early to get the venue set up. It’s really a way to relax and unwind after the past year.” Hobi pipes in as he helps me kick the two off of me. I’m still confused. It’s super late and they just had a crazy weekend. Are they really about to have a party right now?

“If you keep your face like that too long it will stay like that.” Tae chuckles as he wraps an arm around the other two maknae. Glancing over to Namjoon he nods his head slowly, knowing that I’m silently asking if this is really happening.

“I guess I didn’t get the memo. But if I wasn’t informed then I shouldn’t be going.” There are only a handful of people that I know from the company and most of them are right in front of me. My smile starts to fall as I weigh my options. I can go and seem like a stranger or I can stay home and be bored. But I know if I try to stay home one of the members will stop me. Or they will threaten to stay with me and I can see it in their eyes that they all are excited for tonight.

“We’re the ones inviting you, plus it was emailed out last night so you probably didn’t see it.” Yoongi says as he exits the room to go change back into his street clothes.

“I need to go home and change though, even though I didn’t do much compared to you guys.”

One of their bodyguards interrupts our banter as he lets them know the cars will be leaving in 15. Looks like they are going back to the dorms to shower and change too. So there’s enough time for me to throw something together.

“You’re going y/n! And I’m dressing you since the last time you dressed up was when Natalie was here.” Tae’s boxy smile has me in a trance as I nod my head, agreeing to whatever he says.

“So I get dips on one of the showers first.” His smile changes into a smirk as he runs down the hall, Jungkook on his tail.

Wait. Did he just insult my fashion? Good lord, he’s not wrong though.

“Earth to y/n, it’s time to go.” Jimin calls from the doorway, he’s holding both of my bags and his own. Jumping up from my chair I rush over to get my things from him. Which is a struggle because he keeps snatching them away. The game of cat and mouse goes on until we reach the cars, Namjoon pulls me into the blacked out van squishing me between him and Jimin. Maybe the party was the reason they insisted I ride with them today instead of driving. Although I’m not complaining because last night was truly a nightmare getting home.

Pulling my phone from the bag, I see that my sister has called me a few times. I’ll call her back while I’m getting ready, she must be pulling another all nighter again. Opening my email my inbox floods with dozens and dozens of emails. Scrolling through I see the email marked party and my heart eases a little. Looks like I’m the one at fault. Honestly I was nervous that I just wasn’t invited since I just started.

A text pops up on my screen and I see Natalie’s name, sighing I click on it and my stomach drops.

Natalie: ‘Why did Tae text me asking what kind of clothes you have? Also why did I get a weird message from JK on Friday night?’

I can feel two pairs of eyes on me, my cheeks heating up as my fingers go a mile a minute to reply. Hopefully I can move quick enough so they won’t see.

Me: ‘I’ll call you once I get back to the apartment. I have no clue about a weird text. I’ve been busy working.’

Natalie: ‘ Mhmm, sure. I’ll be waiting.’

The rest of the ride is quiet as we all scroll through our phones ignoring the outside world. It’s peaceful in the confines of the van but it’s enjoyable for even just a moment.

Pulling up to the building, Jimin grabs both of our bags with me protesting right behind him. As we get through the first set of doors I manage to snatch away my bag with my tongue poking out playfully. From behind us I can hear Namjoon’s muffled laugh. The ride up the elevator is quick and before long I’m standing in my bathroom trying to rush.

Selecting Natalie’s contact I jump under the scalding water waiting for my dear little sister to answer. It rings twice before she excitedly answers.

“About time you called me! So what’s happening that you need a special outfit?”

“It’s a company after party, nothing too crazy. What are you going to tell him to put me in?”

Scrubbing my hair roughly, I try to rinse while still listening to Natalie.

“That’s a surprise for you. But more importantly why did JK text me Friday night saying Jimin didn’t come back from your apartment hours after the others. Honestly I’m hurt that you didn’t tell me first.”

Leave it to my sister to blow a little thing out of context. It’s been her personal mission since the couch incident to try and force something to happen. Rolling my eyes I shut off the water and take a deep breath.

“Nothing happened, Jimin was being too hard on himself again and needed to let it out.” Trying to get ready is going to be a tough task because I can already tell that she's about to drill me for every answer she wants.

“What does that mean?” Natalie is no doubt wiggling her little brows on the other end of the phone. Peachy girl.

“It’s not what you think but I also promised I wouldn’t tell anyone else. You of all people should know about something like that. Anyways, I need to finish getting ready before Tae walks in.”

“Yeah, yeah excuses. But have fun tonight and please video chat with me soon, I’m going crazy without you.”

“I will. Be good and I’ll talk to you later.”

“Bye!”

With that the call clicks off and I’m left in silence. Lately whenever I have free time I find myself missing my sister more and more. It was nice that she visited me a few months ago, that definitely helped but she is my rock. And whenever the craziness calms around me I can feel her absence. This Christmas is going to be hard for sure, I won’t have any of my family and I can’t participate in my family traditions.

Going out to my room, I throw on a t-shirt and shorts while I wait for Tae to come upstairs. I’m not going to go all out on my hair and makeup since we don’t have a lot of time to get ready. I’ll just let my hair go all natural, eventually it will curl decently since I haven’t been able to add to the heat damage since my schedule has been so packed. Knowing Natalie, she’s already planned out everything with Tae and he  just needs to make sure it all comes together. I swear those two could dress people up for hours. Namjoon told me that Tae takes up way more closet space than any normal person, but then again Jungkook has almost an entire room filled with clothes.

“Y/n, I’m here!” Tae’s cheerful voice fills the empty apartment and a smile works its way to my face as I bend over slightly against the counter focusing on my eyeliner. I’ve never been that great at dressing up but I know a few things about making myself presentable.

“In the bedroom!” Inspecting my handy work, I’m pleased that the two wings look almost identical. Swiping on a few layers of mascara, I turn on my toes to see what Tae and Natalie have decided on. I can’t help but gulp at the boldness, I’m also somehow excited to wear something a little bit more my pace.

“You actually have a ton of options, but I guess it’s easier to work in sweats and tanks.” The teasing tone in his voice is heavy as he admires the handy work. Laying on the bed is an all black outfit, definitely something up Jungkook’s alley. A black leather moto jacket, black crop top, black high waisted ripped jeans, all finished off with a pair of heeled boots. Is it safe to expose so much skin at a company party? I know that there will be a few judgemental eyes on me for sure. Pulling my lip between my teeth I can’t help but try to think of a backup outfit.

“I can hear the gears turning from here, don’t worry about the outfit. Trust me, you won’t be the only one dressed a little different. They stylist noona’s definitely won’t be in tshirts and jeans.” I meet his gaze and can’t help but smile. He seems so sure that you can’t help but trust him. I actually take a good look at his outfit and it’s very relaxed as well, black jeans, a button up shirt with the top few buttons undone, semi formal dress shoes and his hair is fluffed from a quick blow dry.

“Okay, I’ll be out in a few minutes.” Sucking in a breath I watch as his smile radiates even brighter than normal and he rushes out of the room. Shuffling through my underwear drawer I find the set that would go best with this all black attire. Carefully pulling off my comfy clothes, getting dressed doesn’t take long. Looking at myself in the mirror, I can’t help but want to go out and party. But part of me wants to hide in the jacket all night as well. Compared to all of my other coworkers I’m on the “thicker” side. Simply because of where I’m from, we’re built a little differently. It’s not a bad thing at all every person on this planet is different, I just struggle with the whole body confidence. Something Natalie has no issue with, she will rock any outfit you put her in just because of the confidence she oozes.

There’s no time for all of these self doubting thoughts, we need to leave in less than five minutes. Time to suck it up and go for it. Clasping the necklace Jimin gave me and throwing in all of my earrings, I shoving my phone and cards into the clutch Tae laid out as well. My shoes click against the flooring as I meet Tae out in the living room, his eyes widen before a smirk sets in on his face. He looks down at his phone to text someone quickly before returning his gaze back to me.

“Let’s party.” There’s a tone in his voice that I can’t quite put my finger on and it causes a shiver to run down my spine. Seems like tonight is going to get even more interesting.

The ride over here was short but action packed. Jungkook met us downstairs since everyone else left without him. His cheeks had a dust of pink across them when he saw the outfit, for both of our sake we ignored the awkwardness. Jungkook came dressed pretty casual, light washed ripped jeans, white tshirt, flannel over top and finished off with brown timbs. Very Jungkook.

Music blasted in the car all the way from the dorm to the company, outside there were tons of cars. More than normal honestly but that’s because every employee was allowed to bring a few family members. Knowing my luck tonight I’ll be sitting in the corner because there’s too many people for the guys to speak to for them to spend most of the night with me. Oh, maybe Mina will be here. I haven’t gotten to see her in a few weeks with everything being so action packed.

Walking in the main entrance, the noise didn’t lessen any. Jungkook and Tae took off but not without dragging me behind them. You wouldn’t be able to tell that those two just got down with a triple header concert. The last time I saw them so hyper was after a weekend off. Stumbling to keep up, they lead me into a huge room that I haven’t been to yet. It reminds me of the school gym in highschool, minus the bleachers. Tables are set up along the walls with food and even more with drinks and alcohol. Seems like everyone is here to have a good time to celebrate a successful tour. Jungkook releases my wrist as we enter the room, it’s not long before both disappear from my sight. Looking around I don’t see any of the guys, but I spot the stylist and Tae was right. Most of them were dressed like they were going out to party and their hair looked amazing compared to my curly mess. One of the noonas waved me down and I began to make my way through the crowd to them. Along the way I get stopped by a few of the backup dancers, I thank them for the hard work and let them know I can’t wait to work with them again.

“We were worried you wouldn’t be here y/n! Namjoon even came over asking if we had seen you.” How far behind were we compared to everyone else? It couldn’t have been by much unless Namjoon hurried to get here. Which wouldn’t surprise me if he ducked into his studio before the party.

“I guess I took longer getting ready than I thought. It’s been a while since I’ve been out of my dance clothes.” Giggling I notice that they take in my outfit, I can’t help but want to suck in the small stomach that I have and try to stand straighter. After all these amazing women get BTS dressed to impress with everything they do. They know a thing or two about fashion.

“It’s nice to see you in something different though, who would’ve thought you had this frame underneath those baggy shirts. I have a question though.” My cheeks heat up at the compliment and I feel myself grow a little more confident.

“Thank you. What’s the question?” I fiddle with the rings on my fingers as I watch her look at the length of my hair.

“Have you ever thought about changing your hair?”

“Not really, I don’t have much time to do anything with it. Normally it’s just pulled up into a bun or ponytail.” I wonder what could be going through her mind right now. It could be she’s gotten this boldness from the drink in her cup. Normally she’s tiptoes around asking me questions.

“Good evening Noonas! Thank you for finding y/n for me.” A familiar arm wraps around my shoulders and I can’t help but relax. Best friend Namjoon to the rescue. A wave of relief washes over me as he takes over the conversation.

“I hate to steal her away but there’s six other people looking for her. We will see you Tuesday!” Namjoon turned us away and I didn’t even realize I had been holding my breath until my lungs emptied loudly.

“My hero. She was about to ask me to do something to my hair. Don’t get me wrong it’s sweet but the last thing I want is for it to fall out from bleaching and coloring.” Namjoon’s laugh is almost inaudible over the music that just got louder in the room. He knows all too well what I mean.

He ushers me into the group of members who are laughing and dancing away, but I can’t help but stop and take them all in. There’s no worries on their face and they’re acting like normal 20 year olds. Each are dressed in their own style and it works for each of them. Jimin’s eyes lock with mine as he reaches for my wrist pulling me into the center of the group. My body moves on its own to the beat with them. There’s no real moves going on, we are all dancing like school kids at a dance. If you didn’t know who we were you wouldn’t know that we all dance for a living, some of us more than others.

The backup dancers make their way over to our circle where things start to get crazy, Jungkook and another dancer start to try and b-boy. My stomach hurts from laughing so much. I can see that their cheeks are starting to turn pink from the drinks and heat. Someone bumps against my shoulder and I meet Jimin’s intimidating eyes. Not that they normally intimidate me, there’s just something about the way he’s looking at me that makes me feel smaller than I really am. Especially since he’s only an inch or so taller than me right now. His head nods in the direction of the drinks and I wiggle my way out with him. Almost all of the staff that want to dance make up the mass circle going on.

I hand wraps tighter around the clutch I’ve been carrying, I can’t believe I forgot that I brought it. No wonder my hands have been cramping up while dancing. Jimin must notice me switching as he takes the black clutch from me and searches for someone. He finds one of the drivers who’s sitting in the corner with security. With a short run he gives them my things before making his way back.

“You’ll just ride back with me, they are going to hold onto your things until then.” There’s an authoritative tone to his voice that I don’t even want to question. He hands me a large cup and grabs one for himself. We stand against the table and watch as the group cheers and continues to dance like they have no worries in the world. Leaning my hip out I bump against him softly which earns me a bump in return. I know that Jimin’s felt a little off since the other night and I was hoping that tonight would help him relax a little. But it would seem I was wrong.

“You don’t seem like you’re having fun Jimin.” I don’t take my eyes off of the energetic group, I can hear Jin singing along with the music. Even if I have to force Jimin back into that circle, he’s going to have fun tonight.

“I’m having fun, it just got a little too claustrophobic for me. And you looked like you were struggling holding your purse.” Ah, ever the gentleman. But there’s something else he’s not telling me. Downing my drink, I turn around to refill it ignoring the burning in my chest. If I’m seriously thinking about getting into his head, I’m going to need more liquid courage. The second drink goes down easier, which Jimin keeps up with and we both refill our drinks. Neither of us look at the other but I know that my cheeks are stained pink and working their way to a deep shade of red.

“Jimin, I have a question.” My voice is louder than I meant but I guess it’s a good thing considering the volume of the music. Looking out of the corner of my eye I can see he’s waiting for me to ask. Sucking in a deep breath, I turn halfway towards him.

“Why did you hate me in the beginning?” The bluntness of the question causes him to turn his full attention to me. He’s thinking hard as he takes a long drink. I can’t help but drink as well, my nerves getting the best of me. I shouldn’t have asked such a dumb question, now everything is going to be messed up between the two of us.

“I wouldn’t say I hated you, I hated how things were changing. At first I thought the company didn’t think through their choice, but after seeing you dance and how hard you worked I realized I was wrong. Which didn’t sit well because no one likes being wrong. So I took out my frustration on you. I was rude and cold to you, but after watching you work alone in that studio I knew I had to make things right.” I can tell that he’s not holding anything back from me now, he’s letting me in completely. He takes both of our empty cups to refill them.  

“I thought the same thing at first, how can someone of my skill be good enough to work with the biggest growing band in the world? It took a lot of reassurance and honestly a lot of sleepless nights to convince myself otherwise. I won’t lie, at first I just wanted to impress everyone but I let that get in the way. After all, I’ve looked up to you for years. You’re an amazing dancer and all I wanted was your approval. And after the first few weeks I felt like that was never going to happen. I thought that maybe I had tried too hard.” I find comfort in my drink after spilling my guts to the man in front of me. My heart pounds against my chest so hard that it hurts. Trying to ground myself from the fog beginning to form in my head, I look at the mass of people still going strong on the dance floor.

“You doubt yourself too much. And you weren’t the problem at first, it was me. When I realized I had made a huge mistake and went to Namjoon for advice. Even without knowing the past between you two, I knew that the two of you were close. That’s why I left the letter when we went away.” Letting myself relax, I almost melt into Jimin’s side and he relaxes against me as well. It’s like a weight has been lifted from my shoulder.

“And the rest is history after that.” Smiling to myself I take another long drink. I make eye contact with Hobi and Tae who slowly start to make their way from the crowd. Jimin and I disconnect from the hip with a small sigh.

“And the rest is history.” Jimin says in a whisper as the other two end up in front of us. They both are sporting a million watt smile as they make themselves a drink. I find comfort in downing the remaining drink. I don’t know how many I have had at this point but I know that there are a few more in my future.

“Why aren’t you two dancing? Last time I checked that was all you two did.” Hobi says with a ragged breath, there’s a small layer of sweat forming on his forehead. But that doesn’t seem to stop the ball of sunshine from having fun.

“I didn’t get you all dressed up for you to stand in the corner away from everyone.” Tae says sarcastically. I can’t help but elbow him lightly when he settles on my free side. I take a drink and when I lower the cup, the other four members have joined our small group. Everyone is sweating but smiling, even Yoongi. They all gulp down whatever drink they can get and each breath out a sigh of relief.

“I want to make a toast.” Namjoon says with a dimpled smile, I mean who can honestly resist that smile. He raises his cup up as he clears his throat.

“To our first world tour, to new friendships. Also to our next world tour that will be more memorable than this one.” We all raise our cups in agreement and we all laugh as liquid splashes from the energetic group.

“With that said, y/n and Jimin hyung need to get out there to dance.” Jungkook says as he drags us behind him, this time with more speed than earlier. I struggle in my shoes as the alcohol starts to hit me harder. Once all eight of us are back in the group we all let loose. All I can hear is music and laughter as we move to the beats. This drink will last longer but I know that it’s only a matter of time before I completely need to stop moving. I feel someone keeping a closer presence than the others, over my shoulder I see that Jimin is almost connected at my hip. It’s no secret that he gets clingy when he drinks which is why the others aren’t saying anything but I can tell there’s another reason behind it.

After another ten songs, my body is ready to tap out. Making my way from the group, Jimin follows behind and the others don’t seem to notice our absence. I slightly stumble in my heels and he rests a hand on the small of my back to balance me. My heart races from the small gesture, my mind races back to the other morning when we danced. It felt like an intimate moment that doesn’t happen between friends. I trip over my feet again and stop in my tracks.

Jimin comes in front of me and bends down, motioning for me to climb on. Was this really a good idea? I mean everyone could see us.

“Come on y/n, I know you’re ready to go home.” He has a point, stepping up I get situated on his back as he stands back up. His hands gripping my thighs tightly, my chin resting gently on his shoulder with my nose turned towards his neck. My senses are being assaulted with everything Jimin. I faintly hear the security guard and driver lead us to the car, once we reach the van Jimin lets me down slowly and helps me into the car. For some reason the privacy screen is up and blacked out. Even after so many trips in these vans, I’ve never seen them use the screen.

Jimin hands me my clutch and moves closer to me. My eyes are only focused on him as he helps buckle me into the seat. I try to clear my head as the van takes off, all the windows blocked off from seeing just who is being driven. Which I guess is a good thing for Jimin because the last thing he needs is a scandal with his drunk choreographer. Well I wouldn’t say drunk, more like very tipsy. Which means I still have some sense left, I can feel Jimin’s eyes watching every single move I make. I can feel him watching as I spin the rings on my hand.

“Who gave you these?” His voice is deeper than usual and I can hear his Busan dialect starting to come out. A shiver runs through my spine as I blink a few times before looking down. His hand is holding mine as he runs his thumb over the silver bands.

“This one is a matching set with Natalie.” I point at the ring on my middle finger, it’s a simple silver band with an opal stone.

“That one is from my grandmother. It’s a family heirloom.” It’s a plain silver band resting on my thumb.

“And the last one was my mother’s promise ring that my father gave her in high school.” I bring up my right hand and show him the small silver band resting on my ring finger. It’s nothing crazy, just a singular diamond. I’ve had it ever since I was little and I only wear it during special occasions.

Jimin just holds my hand as he listens, with each word he moves closer and closer towards me. Every fiber of my being is screaming at me to move closer and kiss him, but the remaining rational section of my brain tells me that it’s an absolutely awful idea. If I were to do that I’d compromise my friendship and my job.

But that doesn’t seem to be the case for him. Slowly his ring covered hand comes up to caress my cheek, pushing the hair from my face. My eyes can’t leave him as he moves even closer, my breathing starts to pick up along with the beating in my chest. He’s so close that I can feel his breath fan across my face. I don’t want to fight myself anymore, I’m tired of hiding how I feel even though it may cause a lot of trouble or confusion. Tilting my head slightly, I move forward slowly which causes Jimin to take action.

My head feels like it’s spinning as he presses his lips against him, all the tension from my body leaves as I find myself reaching out for him. Letting my hands rest on his chest, Jimin leans even closer to me and a small click registers in my brain. Before I know it I’m straddling him in the seat. Everything turns heated quickly, we both struggle for dominance in the kiss but it’s a fruitless battle on my part. He takes the lead and I can’t help but struggle to suppress the moan in the back of my throat. We break apart for air and I find myself panting, struggling to fill my aching lungs. But that doesn’t stop Jimin, his lips find themselves on my neck. Kissing and nipping their way down to the top of my shirt. My hands weave themselves into his hair and tug softly, earning a hushed moan from Jimin. That makes my body move on its own, bringing my hands to his face so our lips can reconnect. This time we are both desperate to feel the other. I can’t help but get closer to him, my chest pressed tightly against his as his hands roam against my ass. I feel like I’m going to combust from the heat between us. Working my hands under his shirt, I rub against the tone muscles of his stomach.

Just as he rounds his hands to the hem of my shirt, the van stops and the driver door opens. Jumping from Jimin’s hold, I sit back into my chair and start to slick down my hair. I can’t bring myself to look in his direction as the outside door slides open. Jimin steps out and offers a steading hand as I try to make my way out. My legs feel even more like jello after the ordeal in the van. I can’t believe I just had a makeout session with Park Jimin in the back of a van…. What was I thinking?

“Good night Jimin, Y/n.” I bow quickly acknowledging him as we make our way inside and into the elevator without much attention. Thankfully the person working in the lobby was too focused on his phone instead of us. My breath catches in my throat as the elevator door shuts on us, Jimin moves closer but not like in the car. I have to blink a few times to make sure I can see him clearly. His pupils are blown out just like I imagine mine are. He’s looking over me carefully with a soft expression, like the one he had while he sang Serendipity. The door opened on my floor and Jimin helped me exit. My feet didn’t seem to want to work once my front door was open, that caused a deep chuckle to vibrate through his chest.

“Let’s get you to bed.” Jimin effortlessly lifts me up to carry me into the bedroom. Softly he lays me down and I start to feel my head spin. I feel him unzip my boots and I hear him throw them to the side. Next he helps me to sit up and remove the jacket I had been wearing all night. Cool air rushes over me as I hear him move into the bathroom, he comes back and helps me sit up. Jimin offers me my contact case, I struggle for a few minutes getting the damn things out but eventually I got them. Then he hands me a wet wipe to remove the remaining makeup from my eyes. For a second I feel like he’s going to help me change into pjs but he stops at the jacket. Although he does hand me the shirt from earlier that I wore waiting on Tae.

“Change into this, I’ll be right back.” Clearing my head, I stand up and wiggle out of the jeans. My head throbs even more with each clumsy step. In the end I finally got out of them and the crop top, the tshirt covering just enough. Jimin returns with a glass of water that he sits on my nightstand, he ushers me under the covers and I follow without a fight. My body feels like it is going to give out at any point. Once my head hits the pillow, Jimin brings the covers over my body. As my eyes close I feel something soft press against my forehead that causes me to smile. Another chuckle hits my ears as he shuffles through a few more of my things, the sound of my phone alerts me that he’s plugged it into the charger.

“Goodnight y/n. Get some sleep.” Jimin’s voice is deep yet soft. I mumble a reply to him but I feel myself drifting off faster than expected. There’s no remorse or regret in my body as I feel deeper into sleep. Hopefully whatever happened tonight between the two of us doesn’t complicate things further. But that’s something I can worry about tomorrow.

[boymeetsweevil]

For science 1/7 -  (NSFW)

Grouping: Reader x Nerd!Jungkook

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings/Themes: masturbation (vaginal) & voyeurism, unrequited feelings, eventual sex. is this crack yet? lol there’s a plot i swear.

Summary: Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.

A/N: posting this now because I’ve been working on it on and off for like a month and im tired of looking at it and jk’s bday is coming up HAPPY BIRTHDAY JK and i’ll be too busy with school plus im almost 7k into the second chapter so..

part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

Your eyes burn in protest as you scroll to the top of your terminal window once more to search for the error that is fucking your code up. It’s been hours of work and you still haven’t managed to get your program to run even though the homework assignment is easy in theory. In fact it’s just like a problem that Jungkook said the professors would probably give you in your sophomore year, and here you are in your junior year seeing such an ‘easy’ question. With him, it had truly been easy, though. Jungkook was a better computer science teacher than any professor you’d ever encountered. Thinking back to early high school days has you smiling softly to yourself. 

You miss sitting closely together, heads sometimes touching, as you both bent over a problem while he explained why it looked hard, but was actually something you could do in your sleep. The wide smile he would give you when you completed competition questions in minimal time would always set your heart fluttering.

Your phone vibrating brings you back to reality. The caller ID reads ~JK~ and you swoop in to answer the call. If the time in the corner of your computer is right (and it is) he should have already opened his decision letter from the PhD department.

“Hey, what’s the verdict,” you ask as soon as you accept the call. You know there’s no other reason why he’d call you when you were supposed to meet up in a few hours for weekly game night.

“I got in,” his voice is soft, but you know him well enough to be able to hear the joy mixed in.

“Congratulations, Kook! That’s amazing, I knew you would get in, they’d be crazy not to accept you. Oh my god, we should celebrate.”

“Yeah, I was thinking maybe we could go out for drinks before heading back to mine to play tonight. You in?” Now you can practically hear the smile in his voice.

“Of course I’m in. Let me just pack up and I can meet you. Where are you--the department lounge? I’ll come over.”

“Actually,” his shy tone has you sitting down slowly, returning your jacket to where you had it slung over the back of your chair. “You don’t have to leave right away. I was gonna try and call Yoori. You know, to tell her the news. And then tell Tae and Hobi, of course.”

“Oh. Yeah, no, that makes total sense. I should probably finish this code for Choi’s class anyway. It’s due on Sunday, but I’m almost done. Might as well turn it in early once I find this error.” Your hand scrapes at the sides of your jeans, looking for something to grab at.

“Well then I guess I have time,” he chuckles, “Your typos are always so tiny that they take hours to find. Let’s meet up at the bar in 2 hours then?” 

You wince. Although it’s not at all a mean-spirited jab, you’re no longer in the mood for the friendly banter at the mention of Yoori, Jungkook’s long time unrequited love.

“Sure. See you then,” you hang up before he has the chance to say goodbye formally like he always insists on doing.

You put your phone down and berate yourself for getting distracted. If you were the brilliant Yoori, you wouldn’t have even made the typo in the first place. But you weren’t Yoori because you didn’t have the fortune of being born four years earlier and four times more beautiful, elegant, or intelligent. And you didn’t have the luck of being so much of a genius that you could skip years ahead of school like Jungkook either. So instead you would just have to chug along, always watching Jungkook chase Yoori.

You go back to scrolling through your code only to find the error a third of the way down. Jungkook was right, the typo was tiny--a misplaced equals sign. You sigh and run the code to make sure it’s perfect this time, and when it is you send it in to your professor to be graded. You consider heading home and using the extra time to make yourself look nice. Not that there was anything wrong with your oversized university t-shirt and jeans, but suddenly you think maybe things would be different for you with regards to your love life if you tried a little harder. You’re about to leave the library entrance that’s closest to your dorm, but you get a text from Jungkook.

6:41 - I called Yoori and she said she heard about my deal with RealiCorp and she wants to link up when she gets back on campus!

You narrow your eyes at the text. Jungkook had recently sold some software he developed to an up and coming gaming company that was supposed to make the imaging on immersion headsets better. He had made a pretty penny and was covertly offered a position at the company, but it was also a large victory for the computer science department at the university and his picture had been circulating around the department website for weeks. You suppose she finally saw it while she was taking a break from her research project off campus and decided to answer his calls for a change.

You text back what you hope sounds like a cheerful congratulation and decide to just go to the bar instead. What’s the harm in a few rounds before the rest of the crew arrives?

The harm would have been miniscule at most if you hadn’t been in your feelings, but when Jungkook, Tae, and Hobi arrive, you’re three rounds in and a little bit sloppy.

“Woah,” Hobi shouts, giving you a too strong pat on the back when he sits in the chair next to you. “Someone started a little early. What’s the occasion, are we celebrating something for you too?” Jungkook shakes his head with a sheepish smile and goes to sit beside you, away from Hoseok.

“Nope. Just getting ready for an evening with your loud ass.” He gives you a pretend pout and flags the bartender over. Tae sits next to him and gives you a little wave and smile.

“Two whiskeys, make mine a sour and make his straight. From the high shelf.”

“Hey now,” Taehyung’s eyes widen comically, “Are you forgetting that payday isn’t until next week? I’ll take the regular whiskey down there, please.”

“Don’t worry. Kookie said he was paying with his RealiCorp money,” Hoseok stage whispers into your ear, “He’ll probably cover your round too.”  You swat him away and turn to Jungkook, raising a questioning eyebrow.

“You know I’ll cover yours. The rest of them, I don’t know.”

“What? Come on, you’re the youngest,” Tae whines, less than satisfied with his cheap whiskey shot.

“Shouldn’t that mean you guys pay for me?”

“N-no! Because you’re actually our senior now. You’re graduating this year, I’m the oldest technically but I’m not graduating until next year. We know these two aren’t graduating until the year after that,” he points to you and Tae, “Plus, you’re going to the PhD program next year. You should definitely be paying for us.” Hoseok has a point, you and Tae nod sagely to back him up.

“Fine,” Jungkook sighs, pushing his thick glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I’m in a good mood, so why not.”

“I bet you are,” Tae’s grin is big and catlike in the low light of the bar. His gaze a little lewd. “I would be too if I was one step closer to finally bagging a girl like Yoori.”

You look down into your beer bottle, the green glass suddenly much more fascinating than the conversation at hand.

“Did you hear,”Hoseok turns toward you,”Yoori is gonna come back soon and when she does he’s gonna make her Mrs. Jeon.”

“I’ll be sure to throw rice during the wedding,” you snark. The bartender brings you a new beer without another word. Taehyung howls at your comment.

“I’d kill to have a wedding night with her.”

“Hell, I’d kill to have a bathroom stall night. With anyone,” Hoseok sighs, “It’s hard out here for a comp-sci major. Right, guys?”

You hum in agreement. It had been a while since you’d last gotten laid.

“You’re right. I can’t even remember that geology minor’s face. Do you remember her? What was her name? Mara? Kara?”

“Sara,” Hoseok provides with a grin, “I think she has a thing for comp-sci majors. Kook, you ever hook up with Sara?”

Jungkook shyly traces a finger around the rim of his empty vodka class. “I haven’t hooked up with anyone.”

“Ever?” You try to keep incredulity from bleeding into your question.

“Ever,” he nods. He hiccups a little and all of the sudden you totally believe that Jungkook is a virgin.

“Dude, wait, I thought you hooked up with that one chick at the music festival last spring. Am I the only one who saw her?” 

Tae nods in agreement. “Yeah, she gave you her hotel room key and everything.”

“It wasn’t like that. She told me her brother was there for a robotics tournament and I asked her if I could see the bot.”

You smile despite your sour mood. If there was one thing you loved about Jungkook it was his blind enthusiasm for STEM. Even if it made him a little oblivious to other things at times.

“Well, you better fix that whole virgin thing fast, bro. Chicks like Yoori probably want someone with experience. In more ways than one, if you catch my drift.” Hoseok nudges Tae with a wry smile.

“That’s not just a Yoori thing, most people don’t want to have to coddle someone in bed unless that’s, like, their kink or something,” you take a large swallow of beer.

“Wait,” Tae says, eyeing you like he’s had an epiphany, “You’re a girl--”

“Didn’t we establish this 2 years ago? When we met?”

“No, no, I mean you can help Kookie so he doesn’t drop the ball with Yoori.”

“Yeah, right,” you snort, “Help him how? Give him a sex-ed lecture?” You turn to laugh with Jungkook, but he’s looking at you seriously. Or as seriously as he can when he’s tipsy with unfocused eyes and blushing cheeks.

“You…don’t want to help me?” His voice sounds pathetic and small, making you feel bad instantly.

“Oh, Kook, it’s not that I don’t want to help you. But think about what that implies.”

“Is it because I’m a virgin?”

“Oh my god, Kook, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin don’t listen to us. We’re idiots.”

“Then why don’t you want to help me?”

Because I like you. You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry. You obviously don’t say that, though. Instead you sit back in your bar stool.

“I-I would if I could, but I don’t know how to help you,” you finally say.

“It’s fine. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I guess the thought of being with Yoori makes me a little stupid.”

Desperately you search for a solution. Instead of finding one, you call the bartender back and order a round of tequila shots. Jungkook gives you a sad look but doesn’t ruin the mood by not taking a shot. You order two more rounds because somehow, even though he’s drunk, he still looks dejected. After your third shot you can’t stand the way his shoulder slump.

“You know what,” you slur loudly, drawing three pairs of eyes to your face lazily. “It’s getting late and we might not get to play Fortnite this weekend. Let’s all get to bed so we can be up early tomorrow to play.”

Tae points a wobbly finger in your direction, eyes suspicious. “When you say early, you mean after 2pm right?”

It takes twenty minutes for everyone to get their shit together enough to leave the bar. Tae and Hoseok keep losing each other in the bathroom. Jungkook keeps forgetting that he has to pay and tries to ask the bartender what he thinks about sub-atomic particle physics. Even though you’re drunk off your ass, you somehow manage to keep yourself responsible enough to wrangle Tae and Hobi out of the bathroom and guide Jungkook through the motions of swiping his card and signing the bill. The four of you then squeeze into the back of an uber. Hoseok whines about being lonely while sitting in the passenger’s seat. Jungkook’s bumps his hand against yours until he can firmly grasp it and get your attention before you pass out.

“Hey, can I sleep on the couch,” he whispers in your ear. His breath smells like alcohol and limes. You turn your head to chase the scent away and rest your head on his shoulder. You yawn.

“Sure. No problem, buddy.”

Your apartment is the first stop on the route and you launch yourself out the car and run up through your lobby and to the elevator to escape the cold of the air conditioner and the fluorescent lights. Jungkook lingers in the car until Tae pushes him out to make room for Hoseok.

“Kook,” Tae calls out as he helps Hoseok pour himself into the back seat.

“Wassap?”

“The only way to get good at sex is losta—lotta...lot’s a practish. Okay?”

“But-but…Who am I gonna practice with?”

Tae merely whistles and points a finger upward, gesturing to your illuminated window. The car pulls away and Jungkook sways unsteadily up onto the sidewalk with nausea clawing at his throat. Thinking of the stairs he’ll have to climb—because there’s no way in hell he’s taking the elevator, even in this state—he regrets not just going to his own first floor dorm. Does he really need to get sex counseling from you? There’s always porn, he muses before remembering the rant you’d gone on blaming porn for making a guy you’d been hooking up with try to do weird things in bed involving a summer squash. Looks like he’d have to rely on the real deal to get anywhere with Yoori. Oh, Yoori.

A shimmering vision of the beautiful girl with elegant eyes and an ever-painted smile floats in front of his hazy vision and gives him the strength he needs to hobble forward towards the lobby door with dedication.

Minutes ago you couldn’t wait to go to sleep, but as soon you unlocked your door and made it to your room, you were wide awake. Even brushing your teeth and stripping out of your jeans didn’t to tire you out.

“Fuck,” you groan. You throw yourself onto your bed and hope that the way the room spins will lull you to sleep but when the spinning stops, your eyes still won’t stay closed.

The clock resting on your desk across the room reads 1:48am. It’s already clear that you’re going to be hung over, but knowing that it won’t be cushioned by a nice long sleep before you have to go to yoga at 12 makes you want to cry. You desperately wrack your brain for all the remedies there are to make you sleepy. You just canceled your cable last week to save some money, so you can’t veg out in front of the TV. You’re lactose intolerant, so warm milk isn’t an option. You’d take a warm shower but you washed your hair already and if you go to bed with wet hair your mother’s voice will haunt you all night with stories of the cold coming your way. Kicking your feet in frustration, you toss yourself over the edge of the bed to hang. Maybe all the blood will flow to your head and you’ll pass out.

You’re about to risk passing out and landing on your neck the wrong way and dying when a bright pink shoebox under your bed catches your eye. Of course, you think, how could you forget your precious vibrator. Luckily for you, a good orgasm or three always managed to knock you out like a light. You reach over and scoot the box forward with your outstretched fingertips until you get it close enough to reach inside and grab the petite tiffany blue bullet. Giddy laughter leaves your mouth as you heft yourself back onto your bed and fall back on the pillows with a contented sigh. Orgasms solve all your problems. You flick the device on to the lowest setting and ghost it against your clothed mound.

Jungkook is completely breathless as he leaves the center stairwell and finally arrives on your floor. The stairs were a bitch and a half, but your door is only two down from the floor entrance. He can practically hear the siren song of your pull-out couch. When he turns the knob to your front door, it doesn’t budge and he wonders if you must have locked it on instinct. There’s no way you forgot that he was staying over, he thinks to himself. Reaching above the doorjamb, he hunts for the spare key you left there especially for him. The door unlocks easily and he smiles to himself as he locks the door behind him and toes off his shoes. He’s about to face plant into the couch when you call his name faintly from your bedroom.

As he stumbles through the hallway slowly to your room, he thinks over what Taehyung said to him before driving off. To Jungkook’s drunk mind it makes sense, so it must be a good idea to seek sex practice from you. You’re the only girl he knows and he’s known you so long that he can already tell there would be no awkwardness. The sad look in your eyes as you listened to his predicament in the bar tells him that you want to help him, but you didn’t know what route to take. He flexes his hands by his sides and figures he’ll just tell you what Taehyung told him and get to coming up with a curriculum.

The door to your bedroom is half-open and the lights shine through the opening, so he figures you must be up and waiting for him. He can still hear you calling his name, but it still sounds oddly soft from where he is. He pushes the door open but freezes in his tracks when he sees you.

The first thing he notices is obviously the frantically moving hand you have between your legs and the loud buzzing sound that comes from it. He takes in more details the longer he looks. He realizes belatedly then that you’re not wearing pants. Thanks to the high prescription strength of his glasses, he can also see the way your hand and thighs shine and the huge dark spot in the crotch of your panties in the light of your table lamp. Your toes are curling and he can just make out the way your lower stomach clenches underneath the very same sweatshirt you’d been wearing to the bar. Technically he can’t see your other hand but he has a pretty good idea of where it is and what it might be doing with the way it disappears under your shirt. You can’t see him, though, because your head is thrown back and your eyes are closed. The only thing you’re probably at least partly aware of is the cacophony of wet sounds that come from where you work the nose of the toy over yourself. The last thing he notices is the way you call his name in a soft whining tone that has him stepping forward without thinking.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you whine as the slippery heel of your hand bumps against your covered clit a little roughly on an upstroke.

“Yes?”

“What the hell,” your eyes snap open and your head whips around to see him leaning on the door frame as he watches you.

His eyes are heavy with alcohol and his cheeks are just as pink as the lip he releases from the grasp of his teeth. He reaches out and stumbles forward, causing you to scramble back to distance yourself from him. You bring your knees up to hug to your chest before you realize that you’re still very much on show.

“Jeon Jungkook, what is going on here,” you shriek, bringing your hands to cover your eyes only makes you feel a little bit better.

He sits down on your bed like it’s any other day and he’s just chilling in the room like you invited him over. And then you realize that you did kind of invite him over as fragmented memories of the recent uber ride you took together spring up.

“You said you wanted to help me, but you didn’t know how. But Tae told me I just have to practish.”

“Practish?”

“Practice,” he corrects himself.

“Practice what?”

“Practice sex. Duh!”

“Jungkook, no!”

“Please? I wouldn’t be asking such a huge favor if I didn’t think it was absolutely necessary.”

“Why can’t you just go to a frat party like everyone else?” 

Your heart is beating rapidly and you think maybe you’re not drunk anymore. Never in your life did you think you would turn down sex from Jungkook, but then again you never pictured it happening this way.

“Because I,” his head hangs and he starts to pick at a loose thread in your duvet, “I guess I missed out on this kind of thing when we were younger and I don’t think I could get very good results in a basement party. Plus, I know you’d…”

“I’d what?”

“You’d be good to me.” He lifts his eyes to lock with yours. His gaze is oddly sharp despite the fact that his skin is still clammy like it gets when he drinks.

Your breath hitches and for a moment it does feel like the fantasies you have almost every other time that you settle into your room, lonely and horny. Jungkook laughs bitterly to himself and you can feel your resolve crumbling as something selfish rears its head in the back of your mind. He tries one last time. 

“Please?” 

You crack.

“Okay.”

“Really?” His eyes light up once more as he gives you a blinding smile. “Great. Let’s start!”

It feels as though you’re having an out of body experience as you watch him clamber closer onto the bed with you. Your legs naturally open to accommodate him and he scoots into your space, his hands falling to naturally stroke with the soft skin of your ankles. Even though he lacks experience, Jungkook has a leg up in that he’s naturally on the affectionate side. Something you can’t teach with any amount of practice. Even still, the idea that Jungkook will be sitting between your naked thighs makes your stomach do flip flops.You barely start formulating something to say that will sound educational when you hear him get ready to interject once more.

“God, what is it?” You worry that if he interrupts you one more time you’ll lose your nerve.

“I need a visual aid. And, uh, I won’t be able to see because of your, uh, undergarments.”

You’re certain that you’ve never taken anything off faster than you do in that moment. The panties fly into some far corner of your room and you can only hope that they don’t land in a clump of dust bunnies.

“Alright,” you stutter, “I don’t have to give you an anatomy lesson, right? Please tell me you at least know where everything is.”

“We took anatomy together in 7th grade,” he says like that’s a decent answer.

You roll your eyes. “Right, okay. Anatomy lesson it is.”

“What’s this,” you point at yourself.

“That’s the uh…entrance to the vagina?”

“Ok and?”

“It’s where the pleasure comes from?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes?”

“Partial credit.”

“Isn’t that where the…phallus goes, though?” You decide it would be best to ignore his word choice for now.

“Yeah, I mean stuff goes in there but that’s not where all the pleasure comes from. For some people that’s not where any of it comes from.”

His eyes widen nervously. “Then where does it come from if not from penetration?”

You gesture again. “This is the clitoris.” His sweaty bangs flop over his lenses as he nods enthusiastically. Finally something he remembers.

“The clitoris,” he chirps affirmatively. You side eye him, but keep going.

“This little thing is basically there for the sole purpose of pleasure.”

“How do I activate it?” Again you blink at his terminology. Although you’d been a STEM freak with Jungkook for years, somehow he managed to baffle you with his nerdiness.

“Uh, you can stimulate it by touching it.” You draw a small circle in the air around the nub to demonstrate. “Like that, for example. You can also use your hands or your mouth.”

“Or that little blue thing you were using earlier,” he chimes in, reminding you of the embarrassing way this whole thing started.

You sigh. “Yeah. That too.”

“And that’s it?”

“No that’s definitely not it. We haven’t even touched the other places of pleasure or technique or foreplay. But this is a pretty good cheat code.”

“So what about the inside? Like the tubes?”

“There’s really not that much you need to know involving the actual reproductive organs themselves. We can just focus on the external bits for now.” You wince at how uncomfortable the discussion is.

“That makes sense,” his brows furrow seriously. He’s slow to blink, partly so he doesn’t miss anything and partly because he’s still fighting off tendrils of sleep.

“I mean,” you wring your hands anxiously, “that’s all you really need to know for now. It’s mostly learning on the go, anyway. You’ll be fine.”

“But what if I’m not fine. Don’t you think you could, you know, show me?”

“What is there to show?”

“How about you just continue…what you were doing when I came in.”

“Masturbating.”

“What?”

“I was masturbating when you came in.”

A hand flies to the collar of his shirt and he tugs on it sheepishly. “Yeah, that’s what I meant.”

You try not to focus on how weirdly awkward the mood is now that your lust has calmed down to barely even a simmer. You reach for the discarded vibrator that jumped out of your hand and landed by the edge of the head of your bed, but he stops you with a raised hand.

“Can you, uh, maybe do it the old-fashioned way? For the first time at least?”

“Right, I guess I’ll get to it.”

Jungkook sits back on his heels patiently and watches closely as your hand trails a path down your torso to the apex of your thighs. The first touch, though you know it’s your own hand, has you twitching a bit. You bite your lip hard to focus and circle your entrance to coax out more moisture, then you move back to circle your clit. You close your eyes in hopes that not being able to see Jungkook’s gaping expression will help. It does, a bit. After a few moments, you let out a breathy sigh and sink further into the pillows. You plant one foot more firmly on the mattress to give yourself some leverage and push yourself more into your circling hand. The slight increase in pressure has you moaning and your eyes fluttering. You peek through heavy lids to see Jungkook’s expression has also changed. His eyes, clear just a second ago, look glassy again from behind his lenses, his mouth slack and shiny. The rise and fall of his chest is a bit heavier. You let yourself think it’s because of you and go back to collect more arousal to increase the slip.

Apparently, you’re more turned on than you thought. When your middle and ring fingers wander down to your hole they come back pleasantly slick. Something in you suddenly feels rebellious, so you use your free hand to spread your lips further and bring your coated fingers up to Jungkook’s face. You flex your fingers and separate them to show crystalline streaks of arousal connecting them.

“Just so you know, this is a good sign.”

Jungkook swallows hard. Somehow, even though you’re still wearing socks and a baggy sweatshirt, you’re hotter than all the completely bare, busty women he’d watched moan and writhe wildly on his computer screen. He reaches out and delicately grabs you wrist before redirecting your hand back to your dripping center.

“Keep going,” he rasps.

You whine and begin to rub your clit more earnestly, lewd wet sounds fill the room. He can practically see your lips getting wetter and wetter as you redistribute your arousal with every rough swipe of your fingers. Your wrist is moving fast, but it’s clear that you’re becoming frustrated with all that you can do with one hand. Your other hand quickly moves to take over making tight figure eights around your clit while the one already coated in your juices moves back down to your entrance once more. This time, you crook two shining fingers and shove them into your hole. Immediately your back bends and a drawn out moan leaves your mouth. Jungkook gasps quietly. You pump your fingers in and out roughly, then withdraw them to add a third finger.

He watches you like that for a while before you get fed up again. It’s been a while since you’ve been so needy and you feel like you’re on fire. Your toes curl impatiently on either side of Jungkook and he realizes you’re looking for more. On instinct he scoots further until his own legs are brushing up against the undersides of yours. His hand reaches out to pet your quivering thigh in a sympathetic effort to help with your plateau. He looks down at your hand, twitching feverishly in and out of yourself. His hands are much bigger and suddenly he moves like he’s about to replace your fingers with his own.

When Jungkook’s hands start to approach your center your breath hitches. You’re not quite in the right state of mind to reject him if he offers to finger you, but you don’t want to take advantage of the situation and make it any more emotionally complicated than it already is.

“Not yet,” you offer when his hands get too close for comfort, “Next time, maybe.”

He seems to be thinking the same thing and averts his attention to the forgotten vibrator. His grip on your thigh disappears, and you sigh quietly, but it’s hidden under the slick sounds you make each time your fingers get sucked into your heat and the low moans you make every time your pinch your clit just so.

“W-what do I do?” His voice is small and his sudden worried look has you wrapping a hand around his and bringing it to show him how you click the toy on and circle it around your entrance.

His hands are sweaty, shaky, so when your hips start to circle on their own, they move to find a resting spot on your thighs and squeeze to deal with the tension rising in his own belly. He grits his teeth, clenches his hands, does anything he can to keep from overstepping and making this about him. As obviously cliché as it sounds, seeing you sweating and moaning underneath him lets him see you in a new light. You’d always been around, but your presence as a woman in his life was backgrounded at best. Now, with Yoori momentarily not clouding his mind, he wants nothing more than to ravage you. He’s almost certain that if he tried, his lack of experience wouldn’t matter too much. He’s sure his body would be able to act on baser instinct and give you the what you wanted. If you wanted.

Your moans change in pitch and soon he’s aware that this will be the first time he’ll have been privy to someone else’s orgasm in real life. His dick is painfully hard and straining against the jeans he’s wearing. But he forgets the discomfort fast as he watches you grind yourself down against the toy in a way that is absolutely filthy. Your bottom lip, shiny and reddened, is pulled taut between your teeth in ecstasy. Your eyes flutter open and lock with his own. You focus and notice his blown-out pupils look huge within the depths of deep brown irises. There’s no denying he’s turned on once you flick your gaze down to his crotch and see the large tent in his pants.

“I—I think I’m gonna…Oh!” Your leg kicks out on its own like some electric current runs through you. Your voice breaks as the waves of your approaching high begin to take over you. One of his hands inches upwards a bit and strokes the tense muscle near your groin softly, at a loss for words. “Oh god, Jungkook, you—” keening, your eyes roll into the back of your head.

One of your hands reaches up to squeeze at his bicep as he’s leaning over you. He wonders in the back of his mind when he got so close to you. Your leg hooks around him like it has a mind of it’s own and tugs him down, forcing him to topple over you. That’s the last straw and you sob from the intense pleasure. Meanwhile your warmth and proximity and your words prove to be a deadly combination and within seconds he’s spilling over himself in his boxers, untouched. He lets out a low groan that puffs against the side of your neck.

You both sit there and breathe for a long while, catching your breath and coming back down to earth. He sits up eventually and pulls away from you, leaving you cold. Your legs flop from around him heavily. You’re a bit irritated when you realize you won’t be able to walk normally for a while. He discretely wipes his hands off on your duvet while you wipe at the sweat soaking your hairline.

“That’s it, that’s the show,” you finally say.

He shoots up and looks at you anxiously. It’s cute. “You mean until next time, right?”

His eyes are wide and imploring as he hovers over by you. He looks a bit like a turtle from this angle. A cute one, though. One that you want to play with again next week. You nod even though he might have all that he needs to do well with Yoori, being the fast learner that he is.

“I guess so. Same time, next week. Do some research for next time maybe. Make sure it’s from something not involving the medical library.”

“Got it!” He turns and waits until you’re not looking to adjust his pants.

You notice his hair is sticking to his forehead when he finally stands up. And there’s a cowlick sticking up in the back that reminds you of middle school Jungkook, before he met Yoori. The idea of the other girl, the girl he’s really in love with, dims your post-coital glow. Although, you suppose you have her to thank for this evening’s events. How else could you have ever managed a one-sided romp in the sheets with your long-time crush?

Both of you take turns using the bathroom to clean up. While he hums in time with washing up, you slip panties on and debate about whether or not to throw your sweats back on. You decide that if you’re going to play this off like it hasn’t changed your relationship, you should put pants back on.He comes out looking pink and clean and you want to pull him back into your bed and wrap yourself around him. 

To protect his glasses from the dangers of the bathroom, he left them in your room. Squinting, he walks with hands out to collect them. When he puts them on he doesn’t look at you and instead pulls his phone out of his pocket and swipes around while leaving the room.

“Heading out,” you ask with a quasi-disinterested tone.

“Yeah, I remembered I have to run the Saturday tutoring session this week. So I might as well go home so I can get ready for that. You should come, you know. Your test scores dropped 2 points this week.” Typical Jungkook. He couldn’t ever fully leave TA mode.

You roll your eyes. “Thanks for the reminder, but that’s still an A.”

“Maybe we can try this again next week the same time?”

“Yeah, uh, okay.”

“Cool, I’ll put it on my calendar.” He lifts his phone to his face to tell the digital assistant to pencil you in for next week. You try not to grimace at becoming a date in his calendar app.

“Get out already, you nerd.” You push him out after he puts his coat back on, but you do watch out the window to make sure his taxi comes.

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M// OC RP (Read my dumb gay post)

Hi! I’m Jonesy (or JJ) and I’m on break from uni so I have a lot of time on my hands to-- lel jk, I’m grown. Anyhoo. I’m in my late 20’s and am looking for M// literate (advanced) rp partners, ages 25+ please. I do not fade to black or avoid mature themes. My writing style has a casual feel to it, but I use proper grammar, spelling, and punctuation, and I prefer that you have a good grasp on this, as well. I write third person paragraph style, and am looking for someone who likes world building and writing three dimensional characters. You know what I mean. If our characters walk into a town, I want to know who else is there, how the buildings are painted, what the air smells like. Take me to it. Paint me a worrrrrrddd pictuuuuureeee. If your character has a Maserati, I want to know how he treats it, how he drives it, and if he has that kind of money, why on EARTH would a Maserati be his car of choice?

  Absolute No’s: ….Well crap, I can never think of these until someone asks.

  Things I don’t like so much:

-Winey characters

-Super young characters

-Unrealistically serious characters

-Too much drama

-Posts that don’t move the story along (sometimes this is ok but not EVERY post…)

-Short posts.

-Spanish dudes (HA just kidding I LOVE spanish dudes.)

  Things I like:

-Spanish dudes

-All dudes

-Size differences

-Humor (Didn’t see that coming, did you?)

-Realistic dialogue*

-Open communication

  Genres I like:

-Sci fi

-Urban

-Steampunk

-Apocalyptical

-Dystopian

-Adventure

-Space stuff (This is its own genre, don’t argue with me.)

-Mild horror

  So what I have is a bunch of ideas for weird couples, some with loose plots, others with none at all. I’m looking for someone to plot with. Even if none of these characters take your fancy, or the stories, but it looks like we think along the same lines and might get a whole new story with new characters together, contact me anyway. I only bite if you have dumb ideas. (Hard.)

  Characters/Plots:

  Made for one another:

Could fall under sci fi, apocalyptical, dystopian, adventure, hell it could fall under all of them. I have a really loose idea for this one. Two characters are genetically made for one another. Not romantically, but as in two parts that make up a whole. Both are genetically engineered to do something different, but both of their abilities need to be combined for whatever final outcome to happen. (The outcome being what they were created for.) Reasoning behind this was that maybe one person having both abilities, or the one ability that the both of them make up, would overload their system and kill them. Or significantly harm them in some way. Thus, two genetically engineered people were created.

The loose plot I had for this was that maybe one character has escaped the facility that created them. (Escaped a long time ago, perhaps.) This facility has some major unethical and downright inhumane practices (like lab growing people.) Character A. we’ll call him, decides to destroy the place, maybe from the inside out. (Perhaps he’s some kind of mercenary or rogue whatnot, living his life in secrecy so no one from said facility finds him, blah blah.) Ever see Alien Resurrection? With that scene where Ripley goes into the lab and finds all the failed experiments?.... No? Just me? Okay. Anyway, so while Character A. is torching the place, he finds Character B, who is the only experiment alive. He can’t just leave him there to die, so he takes him with him. That’s how they meet, but I don’t have much else for a plot for this story, other than that I see Character A as being kind of an asshole so they struggle a lot and much later they discover they’re literally made for one another.

  Mad Max:

This would be sort of based on the Mad Max world (as in the 2015 movie, even though I do so love the originals) though not using any of the characters, places, or… you know, anything. The world is a wasteland, but it’s not oil/gasoline that’s the hot commodity, it’s water. The wasteland is filled with different tribes, none of them very nice unless you belong to one of them. This pairing would be a character that’s kind of like Max, a lone wolf who belongs to no tribe and wanders, and…. I dunno, I guess he would be a POW? He’s a warrior from another tribe that was captured. Character A stops (cautiously) in one of the territories to trade for water and supplies. Character B is pretty roughed up and knows he’ll eventually end up dying if he doesn’t get away somehow, so his main objective is to get Character A to trade for him. Obviously, this eventually happens. Character A discovers that Character B has something that would be useful to him (maybe it’s just knowledge of mechanics and whatnot) so he ends up trading for him. Plot twist! They end up HATING one another. And maybe Character A finds out that Character B was lying all along and can’t really do the thing Character A traded him for, however now they’re stuck together, because they’re crossing the wasteland.

  Space Pirates (Totally not nerdy AT ALL.)

I have a space captain. He’s an alien. He has a super cool space ship and a super cool crew. His species is rarely seen in this part of the galaxy, usually they are a very secretive race living in deep, deep space, that remain secluded, however Janka has been exiled, and now creates a lot of havoc and headaches for anyone he encounters. I have a real old descrip of him from… jesus, like 2010 that I haven’t updated, but I’ll send it if he sounds interesting! Anyway, he’s a sarcastic, lazy sh*tface, kinda pretty gross without meaning to be, but he’s a real loveable character. Likes blowing things up. Kind of clumsy, which isn’t the best thing for someone who’s built like he is. He’s well known in space ports all over, so he sticks to the real shady ones, where he’s somewhat popular. This character comes with an entire crew, and bonus interesting genitalia. He really needs someone to take care of him (emotionally.) Very hard headed when it comes to relationships (“What? No, I didn’t get you anything for your birthday. You said not to get you anything.”) but when he falls for someone, he falls hard.

  Steampunk Whathaveyou:

Ashby Thornton Foster is a real strange creature. Not just because he’s very proper and likes to keep a position as the head butler in a household even though he probably has enough resources to never have to work ever. He’s tall, painfully handsome, with round antique glasses, and auburn hair. Sharp tongue, but can be a little daffy if you catch him off guard. He collects frightening tea pots, has been learning how to cook for 9 billion years but his chicken stew will probably send you to the can for the rest of the night, is excellent with mechanics and spends a lot of his free time tinkering, and has read almost every book ever written but can’t remember what happened in the last chapter of the one he’s currently working on. I should mention that this character is not human. He is a specific species of being that I created myself. I’ll go into it if you’re interested, but the basics are that he has handsomely jagged teeth, large amber eyes, and claw like nails that often lead him to be mistaken as a vampire, however when he shifts out of his human form, he looks more like a sphynx cat and a lady got together. That sounds awful, but he’s actually quite exquisite. (NOT a furry. He just looks a tad strange and has interesting legs.) Ashby is very sweet natured but runs a strict household. He is well respected and well loved. This character comes with an identical twin (Molocai, who prob won’t appear) and a Soul Eater character, who sets up camp in whatever town he settles in due to being promised his soul whenever he shuffles off his mortal coil. They’re best friends. (It’s a long story.)

  *Please note that all of my characters are usually in their late twenties or older with VERY few that are mid-twenties. I also do not play with younger characters, and prefer them to be around the same age category.

  *Let me explain about the realistic dialogue. Two OC’s walk into a bar. My OC walks up to the bartender and says “Ay, Sugartits, I’ll have the usual.” Your OC says “I will have a beer.” Unless your OC is either a.) An android or b.) Two 12 year olds in a big coat, or c.) Horribly constipated, he’d better say something an actual human being would say. “I’ll have a beer.” “Gimme a beer.” “Just whatever you got on tap.” “Uh… Beer’s fine.” Don’t make your character sound like they’re reading a bad script.

  If I haven’t scared you off, shoot me an email at Geisterkommandant@hotmail.com

My RP mediums are usually Skype, Email, and I can be persuaded into Discord.

  And just to clarify. Gay RP. Plot before Porn. Thank you.

[yoongihime]

do you have a fic rec tag? or perhaps a list of your fave works/authors?

//cracks knuckles// *this is gonna be a long ass post* WELL ANON as of recently I haven’t been reading that that much (school just started) but YES I do have a tag it’s called reads but to be very honest, I have been very bad at reblogging fics into that tag so you’ll just find a lot of Missy (which makes sense we’re practically two halves at this point) and fics people tag me in so I shall make a very brief list that is not at all comprehensive of people I read from and admire very much and just love in general but I WILL TRY. Maybe one day I will get off  my lazy (but very busy) ass to make a PAGE (MONUMENT) for these amazing, wonderful, talented and incredibly beautiful people that never fail to inspire me everyday. So without further ado: 

!! Fun fact, I have been on this website for too long so I have moved around but the OG’s that I read from (for exo and others) are mentioned in this post but I will mention some again bc my love for them is eternal (lol if they’re still active etc): 

@an-exotic-writer yes, sas. we get it. you love missy. evident in this tag here. well I really frickin DO. Please understand my obsession. You can stalk all her writing and I guarantee you they’re quality a f. Favs: sugardaddy!Jimin // merman!tae // vampire!Yoongi (all of which hurt me deeply) 

@dvehyun Gabs is low key gone but like high key an Inspiration to be so like… hi Gabs if you’re reading I frickin miss you. If you’re into dark, spine chilling fics she’s your girl. Her entire vampire series killed me and let’s not forget the time Jimin did a little somethin naughty HERE. 

@palpitate-hyperventilate Jo is also low key gone but still high key Inspires me. Her style is e v e r y t h i n g to me T.T again I say so much I miss you. THIS ONE is my fav. 

@theboyswhomwelove okay please please please read from Laura. True Legend to be honest. Some lines from the trophy are still stuck in my head to this day.

@exoticarmy127 MY FIRST TUMBLR FRIEND T.T  I’m sure you’ve heard of her amazing works but if you haven’t well I can direct you to Professor Kim Tae Tae right HERE and he’ll take care of that for you ;) 

@sa2ms your resident Sehun lover LOL jk jk but seriously I’m feeling so nostalgic going through this list of people I read from T.T but yes to Sam’s entire masterlist. 

OKAY then I slowly evolved into the BTS fandom that I am in today and well, fell in love we A LOT of writing for new people that I haven’t seen since I took a break from tumblr and it was a whole new world: 

@baebsaes okay Cherry doesn’t write anymore but I cannot express how much she’s inspired me to actually get back into writing again after I kinda stopped for a long ass time. Her style is so unique and elegant and just something I aspire to recreate, so you can just stalk her writing tag here and be blessed. 

@tayegi LU. WHO DOESN’T KNOW OF LU. PLEASE TELL ME. If you looking for a good time and to get wrecked by some smut then please refer to her ENTIRE MASTERLIST. I also been trying to meet up with her in real life IT’S AMAZING HOW WE’RE 40ISH MINUTES APART BUT HAVE NOT MET. 

@writingseoul The Goddess of smut in our fandom LOL. I reread Masked so many times and I’m pretty sure I can remember parts of it but at the same time it never fails to give me chills T.T 

@bts-for-life Go Big or Go Home WRECKED. ME. OH MY GA. My two biggest biaswreckers in one fic but in all honestly that was just my fav.Once again 10/10 masterlist. 

@jungkxook I’m sure y’all know her for her series Hiraeth but for me my favs are Pour Up and Back Seat Serenade actually all of them but like yeah those two LOL. Can you see my soft soft for Taehyung showing or? But yes I love love love her writing. 

@versigny I AM IN LOVE WITH KAPPY’S WRITING STYLE. It’s art and her vocabulary is to die for. I’m sure you’ve heard of the infamous Miss Dial which is cowritten by the ever so wonderful @cyphertrip (why is it not tagging T.T) but yes. both their styles, impeccable. 

@deerguk ANOTHER PERSON WITH BEAUTIFUL WRITING STYLE. I love fawn’s works so so much they’re so beautifully put together and just magical and just goals. Please proceed to her entire masterlist. 

@baeseoul OKAY here’s the thing I’m such a hoe for friends to lovers au and kinda angsty plot with really fricking sweet endings AND she gives me all of that, with the benefit of amazing smut. Yes okay my favs are When a Tornado Meets a Hurricane and A Friendly Favor (I bawled like a little girl I cannot I was so shook why kim tae tae always my soft spot) 

 @kainks Ashlee can just wreck me with her entire masterlist and I would say thank you. Once again– angsty plot with kinda sweet endings and great smut. My absolute all time fav is Triplicity (AGAIN I CRIED SO HARD MY PILLOW WAS SOAKED) 

@jungblue i hate you i love you. I just read it a couple days ago bc I kept thinking that I would be less shook if I prolonged it. Nope. Not at all still fucking #jungshook BUT the first fic I read from her was her Tae harry potter AU Under the Cloak lol naughty kim tae tae. ALSO she is a really genuine person (at least from what I can tell) from the way she takes time to answer her asks and yeah I love very much :’) 

@minsvga I will just say that since Philophobia is STILL ON GOING I’m still being wrecked to this day with this series. It’s wonderfully written and I am patiently waiting for more bc JIMIN VS JUNGKOOK MAN. MY HEART HURTS. 

@hyacinth-ink wow an OG?? I read I Can Be Your Addiction sooooo long ago BUT I STILL LOVE IT SO MUCH. It’s such a beautiful series that got my heart aching with every chapter T.T But of course I blew through Yuu’s masterlist in one sitting so I will argue that other pieces are also magnificent. 

@kittae: PLEASE GO READ EVA’S LATEST CATBOY JIMIN FIC. I WAS SO SO SO WRECKED AHAAAAAAAAAA RIP Me :’) ily Eva but at the same time you killed me. 

@inktae: mariiiii. omfg okay so I found mari some time during the middle of exam week probably and then I was eventually making my way through her masterlist when she disappeared and I was heartbroken bc I was falling in love with her style and so since she is back and better than ever please go read Blue Orchids. It will forever be one of my all time favorites and I am so so so happy that she’s back again. I NEED TO CATCH UP ON ALL HER NEW PIECES BC I KNOW THEY’RE ALL PROBABLY GONNA MAKE ME CRY. 

@astoryfor-you MY DEAREST KRISS. Please please please go read her FWB!Tae BC I love it like my baby. AGAIN BITTERSWEET STORY WITH SWEET ASS ENDING. also I just love kriss in general so like yeah.. go love her. 

@hobibliophile JULES go read her work bc they’re gems ;) lmao I’m a wreck I hate my puns. ANYWAYS I literally binged read all of her work in one sitting and was debating whether reblogging them all in one day would be creepy or nah so I decided against it BUT I REALLY SHOULD HAVE bc then I wouldn’t be here telling you that ALL OF THEM ARE GREAT AND I HIGHLY SUGGEST READING INTO THE WOODS BC IT WAS SO DARN CUTE (LIKE HER) 

@jiminniemouse all her stories are my favorites but somehow ALL THE ONES THAT INVOLVE JIMIN ARE MY ABSOLUTE FAVS. Like I’m pretty sure Brianna is to blame for ALL of my Jimin feels and the sole reason that Jimin is ruining my bias list. Locked in Love had me crying SO HARD (again a hoe for friends to lovers AU …bonus point childhood friends to lovers AU omggggg) I was pretty sure I fell in love with Park Jimin after reading this fic and Surprise, Surprise had me on. the. ground. bc 1. stripper Jimin and 2. stripper Jimin in domestic setting LMAO 

@syugatae I HAVE NOT GONE THROUGH JEN’S ENTIRE MASTERLIST BUT I WILL LET YOU KNOW WHICH IS MY FAV. FOR SURE. Most likely gonna end up being Remember the Night LOL I love smartass Tae so much. 

@bxebxee BECKY!! Momma bear. LOL honestly should have included her in the OG list bc I know of her Dark Past but it’s okay EITHER WAY doesn’t mean I love her work any less because wow I’m so glad to rediscover people I’ve lost. But my favorites are agent!yoongi and her royalty series (Impatient got me feeling some sort of way T.T) and well I just love her writing to bits. 

@sugajpg IGNIS. My new partner in crime?? AHAH OKAY SO I WILL SAY all her pieces wrecked me in some way m absolute favorite gotta be Devotion BC THE FRICKIN ENDING AHAHAHAHAH. I was like high key frustrated but at the same time I saw it coming so I couldn’t complain ahahh 10/10 and we might be writing a little somethin together soon ^3^ 

@the95liner SANA. Can I just say how much I love Heartthrob ?!!??! Because my friends to lovers AU heart was so wrecked with this fic and UGH HOSEOK IS JUST RUNING MY LIFE. But yes I love her dialogue skills oh so much, when will I finally be that witty?!? 

@triptaech SAM. UGH SAM. I SAY UGH BC HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE. I’ll just rant about her newest one: Home for the Holidays because RA Tae will now have my heart. It was so damn cute but at the same time so hot which is a lot like how Taehyung is IN GENERAL? So yes as you can imagine I am very much in love. Oh OHHHH AND SUGAR DADDY SLASH AUTHOR NAMJOON. omg. she labels it as crack I see it as well placed humor okay? 

@btssmutgalore Okay I usually have this policy where I don’t read fics unless they’re completed bc I CANNOT DEAL WITH CLIFFHANGERS. BUT I caved and read SIN CITY which is oh so sosososososos good. I’m so curious though?? Since it’s still on going I’m really looking forward to more character development from both Jimin and OC. ALSO brother’s best friend Hoseok makes my heart ache and ugh we cannot forget about Business 

I will compile some of them together (it is currently almost 2am) but that’s bc I simply cannot  choose a favorite from their masterlist at this time since I have unfortunately not been through the entirety of it so you’ll just have to stalk them on your own aha: 

@monstaccato // @spcywolf // @seokline // @infireation  // @greasytae // @zephyoongist // @cuzimsickwithhope // @chimdeer // @yoongguksx // my wife @hearts-of-paper (idk if you’re still posting T.T) 

okay I’m preTTY damn sure I forgot A LOT OF PEOPLE. But worry not I shall make a follow forever maybe sometime around June?? So maybe my blog’s Bday or my own Bday aha we shall see. Hopefully by the I shall be better about reblogging fics into the recs tag. FOR NOW PLEASE TAKE THIS LIST. I feel like this made me so tired I fangirled so hard about all of them. 

GOOD NIGHT LOVES

[bush-viper-cutie]

“Easter Holiday Break” || YEAR 3 – Ch.31 (HP au)

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Day posted: 11/10/2020

Word count: 3, 260

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

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Heather was deep asleep early morning when her whole bed started shaking violently. Someone was banging on the girl’s dormitory door yelling her name. She sat up and groaned, remembering what Draco had said the night before. She leapt out of bed and dug in her trunk for her Quidditch uniform, hugging everything to her chest ready to run to the bathroom when she saw her stolen library books had become dislodged and fallen to the floor.

She picked them up quickly and shoved them in her trunk, locking it closed. No one else was awake, the violently shaking bed hardly made nose thumping around in its spot, and so she figured it was safe to continue getting dressed. Ten minutes later she was out in the common room with half the team waiting with Marcus as everyone else slowly came out.

“Hurry up! This is practice time you’re cutting into!” Marcus yelled into the boy’s dormitories and slammed the door.

Heather had never seen him so unraveled. He was pacing the common room, shoving furniture and pillows out of his way as his pacing circle widened. Finally, Draco and the Keeper, Miles Bletchley, came out with messy hair and half-lidded eyes, ready to leave.

They walked down to the Quidditch pitch and Heather and Draco broke off from the rest to get their brooms out of the shed. By the time they walked in, Marcus, the Keeper, and the two beaters were doing pull ups on their brooms which stayed suspended in the air, unmoving, as they raised themselves.

“What is this?” Draco motioned at the sweaty faces of Peregrine Derrick and Lucian Bole. “I’m a Seeker. I don’t need to do this, do I?”

Marcus jumped down from his perfect pull up and pointed at the empty spot next to him. “Both of you.”

“B-b-but – ”

Heather groaned and pulled a stuttering Draco along beside her. She placed her broom on the ground and held up her hand. “Up.” The broom lifted, following the motion of her hand and let her guide it up above her head until her outstretched arm could no longer guide it and it froze in place. She jumped and grabbed onto the broom, dangling from it and looked over at Draco who had done the same.

“One.” She nodded at Draco and together they heaved up. She closed her eyes and groaned, willing her tired arms to pull her up as high as they could. She felt the top of her head hit her broom and opened her eyes. “Just a bit more!” she whispered, trying to get her chin over the handle. Her arms shook and she glanced over at Draco, who was still dangling, arms fully extended, with a face as red as a tomato. She dropped down and covered her smile so Draco wouldn’t see in case he ever stopped squeezing his eyes so hard.

The cold blue morning turned warmer and pink as the sun started to rise just beyond the trees. Her arms were pounding and sore and her uniform was already soaked with sweat when Marcus started drills. They hopped on their brooms and practiced double the amounts they normally did. They went through play after play and every possible situation they could get into.

Heather was rolling, flipping, twirling, and diving all over the place until Marcus was assured she wouldn’t mess up any moves with the Quaffle under her arm. Peregrine and Lucian, whose drills normally consisted of aiming the Bludgers at apples and oranges that Marcus got from the kitchens, was now them aiming the Bludgers at each other and occasionally at Heather and Graham.

After Marcus blew the whistle, Heather touched down hard on the ground and fell off her broom landing on the wet grass like a dead fly swatted out of the sky. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t even feel her arms. At one point her braids had gone loose, probably during the diving roll where she dodged Lucian’s Bludger and almost lost her head and joined Nearly Headless nick.

“Careful!” She screamed as Draco fell down beside her and almost smacked her head with his broom.

“If it weren’t for your brother, we’d still be asleep!” He winced and groaned as he sat up. “You should have taken the broom and thrown it into the fire.” His hair dangled over his eyes as he glared at her. Whatever slicking gel he used for his hair had come off completely with his sweat.

“Practice tonight after Gryffindor’s. After dinner meet in the locker room and DON’T be late.” Marcus looked at everyone, making sure they all heard, and headed out.

Heather sat up now that she could feel her arms again and stretched as best she could. “So how’re you going to even up with Harry? The drills you were doing only help you fly steady and cut corners faster… You have to anticipate where he goes – ”

“Flint and I have it under control.” Draco pushed his hair back and looked up at Peregrine who had made his way over.

“I heard McGonagall suspended one of her Prefects from competing in the National Gobstone Championship last year for getting into a fight over what color the nose plugs should be.” Peregrine stared at Draco and raised his brow. “It’d be a shame if… Potter ended up not playing this match.”

“A real shame.” A wicked grin spread across Draco’s face. He turned to her and raised his brow. “Wouldn’t it, Potter?”

Heather looked at Peregrine to Draco and nodded reluctantly. She stood and left the Quidditch pitch, put away her broom and headed to breakfast. Her spoon shook, spilling half its contents of milk and granola oats before reaching her mouth. It took twice as long to eat and by the time she was done, Harry, Ron, and for a brief second Hermione, had arrived for breakfast.

“We’ll be at the Library,” Ron told her as she left the great hall.

She peeled off her uniform and threw it in her dorm room’s assigned hamper and took as fast a shower as possible, remembering all the essays they had been assigned over Easter break. She had one from Divination, one from Care of Magical creatures – about dragons even though all term they’d only been caring for Salamanders; two half ones from Herbology about two different sentient carnivorous plants, one long one from Transfigurations with tie-ins to Charms – Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick had decided to team up to ruin their break this time; three four-inch ones from History of Magic about the three most controversial laws the Ministry had threatened to pass should the Puddlemere United Quidditch team not change their colors from moss green to mud brown in the late eighteen-hundreds, and one from Potions. The only teacher who hadn’t assigned anything was Professor Lupin.

She should be glad that she didn’t have an essay on cursed socks or hexed pet collars to complete on top of all the other assignments, but now that she had decided Defense Against the Dark Arts was her favorite class and that Professor Lupin was her new favorite teacher, she really wished he’d give out more work than just ‘read the next chapter if you’d like’. How could she improve if all that was normally required was reading ahead and writing short essays on creatures they should be learning about in Care of Magical Creatures?

She picked up her bag and headed down the main corridor towards the library when Neville came running down at full speed towards her.

“It’s happening!” he yelled, his arms flailing behind him as he pointed and ran. “H-hurry!”

“Already? But it’s only been two months!” Heather stopped Neville in his tracks by bracing herself as best she could for Neville to knock into her. She caught his shoulders and steadied him.

“Thanks. I thought I’d keep running until I tripped or something.” Neville’s eyes brightened and he pulled out a green leaf that was slowly turning purple in his hands. “Professor Sprout says it must have been a good batch!”

“Let’s go!” Heather took Neville arm and forced him back into a run towards the third green house.

As they ran they were joined by five other students of different years who had all also heard the great news. Two months ago Professor Sprout had let several eager students help plant several chilled seeds of various living death plants from the same family. They didn’t know which seeds they had gotten to plant, but Heather guessed she had gotten the Freezing Shudder plant by the feint spidery grey veins it had. If she guessed correctly, she’d earn five more points for Slytherin, putting them one-hundred and sixty points in the lead above Gryffindors for the House Cup.

They arrived at the green house and entered to see ten different large plants ready to bloom all lined up against the windows. At the center, sitting at the tables, were twenty or so other students. She stopped Neville from sitting at the first table and pulled him along to the last where Fred and George sat whispering to themselves.

“Why are you two here?” Heather sat across from them, suspicious and amused.

Fred and George smiled at her and crossed their arms.

“We like Herbology like everyone else here.” Fred poked at the table with his finger several times, “and you can’t prove otherwise.”

George leaned in. “And we especially love that plant right there.”

Heather turned to see the one she had planted. “The Frozen Shudder?”

It had the shortest of all the stems but the thickest by a good one or two inches. The green was slowly draining from its leaves and trunk-y stem as it died, replaced by a dark velvety purple. The buds on the very top looked swollen and ready to explode with all the other buds, like a balloon stretched to the max.

“Yeah. And you’re not the only one with a charmed pot.” George wiggled his eyebrows. “Hermione told us.”

Neville turned to her surprised. “Oh! What d’you have growing! Which charms does it have? I tried making one myself with an old pot from home, but everything I plant in it catches fire or grows a single grape.”

“I haven’t grown anything yet,” she lied. “I’m waiting for something good. What’s the point in growing grass or squirting Astrophytum Asterias if it’d be just as easy in a normal pot?” She avoided looking at Fred and George who were holding back smiles as Neville nodded.

Fred mouthed ‘for shame’ at her. “What a marvelous point you have. Which is why we’re going to grow our very own Frozen Shudder.”

Heather tilted her head at them. She was curious as to why they wanted it. It isn’t deadly, it’s most common as a show plant for winning ribbons and medals, and it wasn’t used for any potions she knew of. In fact, to use it at all, a saw is needed to cut off any part of the stem which is completely frozen.

“Oh my! So many here. Alright, I have the list here of everyone’s guesses. I hope you’re all ready – and cover your eyes when it happens!” Professor Sprout shut the green house door and took her seat, taking out a ceramic plate from under her desk and held it up like a shield.

Almost on cue, a feint whistling noise started from all the buds. They harmonized for about a minute, and just as everyone eagerly looked around at the plants, the buds exploded thick juicy petals, pelting everyone in the face and back. Everyone cheered as the last petals fell off the plants and Fred and George dove under the table to collect as many Freezing Shudder petals as they could. Heather looked down at them as they stuffed them into their robe pockets and took a few extra petals at random.

“There’s nothing to be worried about technically, but I am.” Neville looked around the room again as if double checking that the only plants to have exploded were only the non-deadly ones. “I mean its Fred and George isn’t it?”

Heather laughed and shrugged.

“Well. That seems to be the last of them.” Professor Sprout went by checking the plants and awarded five points to Slytherin for Heather’s correct guess and almost forty to Hufflepuff for all of their correct guesses as well.

Professor Sprout made everyone leave so she could clean up and Heather walked back to the castle with Neville, Fred, and George. Neville guessed why they’d want to grow Frozen Shudders the whole way but he either never guessed correctly or they refused to let them in on it.

Heather yawned as she pulled the library door open and quickly found Harry and Ron at a table in the back talking to a large pile of books. She approached and sat down. “Hello Hermione, how’s the studying?”

“Will everyone PLEASE stop distracting me?”

Ron shook his head. “She’s been like this since we got here. Harry, help me make another pile of books over here, they might be friendlier than this one.”

Heather laughed and took out all her sheets of parchment and her potions book. She stared at it and frowned, shoving it back in her bag and took out her transfigurations and charms ones.

“Oh can we copy!” Ron shuffled his papers around and flattened out his started essay with one sentence on it. He had his quill ready to write as he leaned over to see what she’d already written.

“I HOPE you’re joking, Ron.”

Harry rolled his eyes and moved Heather’s started essay for him and Ron to read.

“I’m not hearing a yes.”

Ron groaned. “Oh quiet, ‘Ancient Runes Made Easy’. And tell ‘Home Life and Social Habits of British Muggles’ to mind her own business.”

“Humph.”

Heather wiped the smile off her face with the back of her wrist and turned to Harry. “You have practice today, don’t you? You should tell Wood that Derrick and Malfoy are planning to get you kicked off Quidditch.”

“Kicked off?”

“At least for just this match.”

Harry looked to Ron amused. “And how would they?”

“McGonagall would sooner set fire to her office than kick Harry off and lose the Quidditch Cup.” Ron leaned in. “I think she’ll lose her mind this year. Heard Snape mention it’d be seven years of winning and she almost hexed his pants off. He burst out of the staff room with singed robes.”

Heather snorted. “Well then, when we win I hope she does.” There was a pang of uneasiness in her chest but she ignored it. It was weird to hear that kind of talk come from her own lips and not Harry’s. It made it worse that Ron and Harry were looking at her slightly shocked. “Anyways. They think she’ll kick you out if they can get you in a fight. She let the Gobstone club lose their best player over a dumb fight.”

“Yeah but… That’s Gobstones…” Harry drummed his fingers and shrugged. “No one cares about Gobstones.”

Ron nodded. “Not even McGonagall. So you’ll be fine. I’ll be your second and there’s no way you’ll lose whatever fight – ”

Hermione stood over her stack of books and glared down at Ron. “Ronald! The point is for Harry NOT to get into a fight. Not to win it! Harry if you lose to Slytherin I’ll – I’ll – I don’t know WHAT I’ll do! I’ll get expelled for hexing Malfoy’s stupid face so DON’T get in a fight!”

“Alright!” Harry put up his hands. “I never said I would. Can we all go back to studying and not talk about how at any moment between now and the match I could get cornered by a pack of giant Slytherins?”

They all nodded and Hermione sat back down behind her books. They studied and wrote all day – although Ron and Harry left several times to use the ‘bathroom’ and they always came back half an hour later with smeared chocolate on their lips – and ate lunch in the courtyard on a stone bench just to breath in fresh air.

“How’s Hermione doing it? She hasn’t eaten all day since breakfast.” Harry motioned at the empty seat next to them. “I’d be starving but she says she’ll keep this up all break.”

“Maybe I should bring her a muffin or something. If she passes out and messes up her schedule, we’ll never hear the end of it.” Ron stood and left in the direction of the great hall.

Harry pinched off muffin crumbs and popped them into his mouth. “What would you do… If Sirius Black was knocked out on the ground in front of you? Wandless.”

What would she do? She’d tell a teacher of course… But that wasn’t really Harry’s question. “I wouldn’t kill him… If that’s what you’re wondering. He deserves to go back to prison. A more suitable prison for him. One that won’t lose their most dangerous prisoner.”

Harry nodded.

She looked at him, staring at his muffin, and wondered what Harry would do. He’d say he’d kill him… and she wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t.

“He betrayed them,” Harry whispered. “He took them from us. He took our lives from us. We could have lived as wizards. Already known… EVERYTHING. We wouldn’t be staring at our friends dumbly every time they say something we didn’t already know.”

She thought about what it would have been like to live in a village like Hogsmeade somewhere. Already immersed in wizard culture and learning about muggles from their mother… She felt a hole rip open in her heart and fill with sadness. She wasn’t hungry anymore, and yet she felt starved.

“I’d make him pay.” Harry finished his muffin and stood.

Heather nodded and stood with him, punching his shoulder lightly. “And like always, I’ll stop you from doing something stupid.”

They headed back into the library and after several more hours – and at least three finished essays later – Harry left for his Quidditch practice. Ron had copied several of Hermione’s essays that she kept stacking on top of her pile of books and Ron kept sneaking and by the time it was dinner, Ron had finished two more essays.

Heather sat with her team and ate a roasted chicken leg, mashed peas, a bowl of potato soup, and left early to nap in her dorm until it was time for Quidditch practice again. She met everyone by the lockers and noticed Draco whispering to Peregrine. Marcus didn’t make them do anymore pull ups but they had to sit for at least an hour and listen to Marcus go over strategies again – which revolved around brute strength for Peregrine, Lucian, and Graham, and borderline cheating-but-not-quite from Heather and Draco. Miles Bletchley’s younger brother was there too, who had agreed to help signal Draco if he spotted the Snitch since it wasn’t cheating for the crowd to yell if they saw it before the players.

After practice, Heather dragged her feet down to the girl’s bathrooms and got ready for bed, throwing her uniform in the hamper again and didn’t bother showering. In the common room she had seen Marcus get all of Slytherin’s attention about something but she didn’t have the energy to stay and listen. She fell into bed and closed her eyes, ready to open them up soon to start the day practically all over again until Easter break ended.

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“An Unfortunate Christmas” || YEAR 3 – Ch.23 (HP au)

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Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

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Heather, Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way down to the great hall in silence. Hermione was still mad at Ron for criticizing her cat, and Ron was still upset with Hermione for owning a rat craving creature.

The large great hall doors were decorated with long tinsel that hung from the very top and dragged along the bottom as the doors opened. Entering the room, Heather gasped, along with Harry. All the tables except one had been pushed back and stacked along the walls. There were twelve seats set for the table, where Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick along with Mr. Filch and two other students who appeared to be first years were already sitting.

Heather was right that no other Slytherin had stayed behind. When Professor Snape had walked in with the normal sign up scroll, she had been the only one to put her name down. She hadn’t paid attention for much longer than to know no one else was jumping at the opportunity to stay behind, something Pansy had noticed and commented on.

She could tell Ron and Harry were not very pleased, sitting so close to Professor Snape or Mr. Filch, and as they approached slowly Professor Dumbledore greeted them enthusiastically, as if trying to raise low spirits.

“Merry Christmas! There are so few of us, I had thought it’d be foolish to be so spread out on tables.” Professor Dumbledore smiled and motioned for the extra seats.

There were three at the end and two right after Professor Snape. Ron and Harry hurried to the seats farthest him, making Hermione sit next to the first years and Heather didn’t want to be rude so she sat next to Professor Snape, leaving the end seat empty.

The table filled with food within minutes. Platters of glazed turkey, bowls of gravy, vegetables platters, warm breaded stuffing, and potatoes of all kinds appeared before them. Their goblets filled with warm liquid and round crinkly rolls fell onto their plates.

Professor Dumbledore lifted his and offered the end to Professor Snape. “Crackers?”

Professor Snape looked at it, and as everyone was now looking at him, he pressed his lips together and pulled on the end. There was a loud pop like a firework had gone off under a silver platter and an odd hat with a stuffed vulture exploded out and floated over the steaming food, waiting to be claimed.

Heather’s eyes widened and looked away, remembering Neville’s boggart. Harry and Ron must have been remembering as well, because they were having a hard time keeping a straight face and were looking at each other. She looked back and swore even Professor McGonagall was smiling under her hand.

Professor Snape pressed his lips into a thin line again and pushed the hat towards Professor Dumbledore who traded his wizard hat for it without a second thought. “Let’s dig in,” Professor Dumbledore said.

The professors started talking among themselves as everyone started scooping foods onto their plates. Heather reached for a large piece of turkey and drowned it in gravy. The cracker was a bit cumbersome so she held it out to Hermione who pulled on the end. With a loud muffled pop, a large red sunhat with a flaking Christmas tree sprung out. It was kind of hideous, and large and when Harry popped his own cracker and a much smaller white wizards hat with ribbon everywhere came out, she exchanged it at once.

“Hey!” Harry took the tree hat and frowned, recognizing its unsightliness at once.

Heather smiled and wore the white hat, digging into the roasted potatoes. The great hall doors opened again and Professor Trelawney entered taking quick bobbing steps that made her seem as though she was gliding across the room to them. She was wearing so much sequence that she let off a glittering light pattern against the floor. Her green dress looked like it’d gone out of style several decades ago even by wizard standards.

Professor Dumbledore stood. “Sybill, how lucky we are to have you join us today.”

“I was crystal gazing and to my amazement, I saw myself abandoning my normal luncheon to join you. I could not resist the pull of fate and had to come down at once. Please excuse my lateness but it was meant to be…”

“Of course, Sybill. Please,” Professor Dumbledore motioned for the end chair.

Harry, who was on the across the chair Professor Trelawney would sit in, had on a very grave face. Heather hid her grin with the back of her hand and looked at Hermione, who was close to laughing at Professor Trelawney’s speech.

Professor Trelawney was mumbling something as her giant owl eyes looked at everyone. She gasped and shook her head. “I mustn’t! You all make twelve! I could not bring such bad luck by making us thirteen. ‘When thirteen dine, the first to rise is first to die’! I dare not, Headmaster!”

Hermione was about to lose it.

Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry Sybill, we’ll risk it.”

Professor Trelawney continued to shake her head and mumble “I couldn’t.”

“But didn’t you say you SAW yourself joining us? Which means you will anyways?” Heather felt a kick from Harry and winced.

Professor Trelawney looked down at the chair and nodded. “Well yes I-I have.” She took her seat and offered a cracker to Harry, who pretended not to notice. She looked around. “Where is our dear Professor Lupin?”

“Unfortunately he is ill once again.” Professor Dumbledore served himself a spoonful of gravy, drizzling it on everything, indicating to everyone that they should continue eating.

“But of course you knew that already, Sybill?” Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows, receiving a very cold glare from her.

“I knew, Minerva. Of course I did, except it is bad manners to parade around the fact that one is all knowing. That is why I often act as though I am not possessed of the Inner Eye. It is very rude to make people around me nervous.”

“Well that explains a great deal,” Professor McGonagall said irritably.

Heather was looking at Hermione who looked just as amused as she felt.

“I have seen that Professor Lupin will not be here for very long. That his time is running out which he must know. He refused to allow me to crystal gaze for him, fleeing as if – ”

“Imagine that,” Professor McGonagall said dully.

“I’m sure,” Professor Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, “that Professor Lupin is not in any danger. He is ill, and in bed after having taken his potion. Which, Severus, you have made for him again?”

“Of course. Headmaster.”

Professor Dumbledore smiled. “Wonderful, then he shall be up and about in no time.”

Heather looked over at Harry, who was giving Professor Snape a narrowed side-stare. The meal went on quite normally after that. Harry and Ron were laughing and Hermione, although ignoring Ron, seemed to be just as amused by the professor’s conversations as Heather was.

Heather was peering past Professor Snape as Professor Flitwick told his story. Professor Sprout was almost crying into her steamed carrot with laughter. It was hard not to at least smile, especially when even Professor Snape, who constantly looked in a foul mood, chuckled a few times.

She glanced at Hermione for a second and noticed she was frowning at her. Heather raised an eyebrow and Hermione looked at Ron and Harry and turned back, shaking her head. Then her brows furrowed again and she gave Heather another look.

What on earth was she trying to say? Did she forget wizards can’t read minds? Heather tilted her head at her and Hermione waved her away, going back to her food.

“Derek, would you like some chipolatas?” Professor Dumbledore offered some to the quiet first year next to him.

The first year went very red and shook his head.

“Heather? What about you?”

Heather gladly took a sausage from the plate Professor Dumbledore held out to her. She stabbed into it with her fork and turned back to Professor Flitwick’s story, which had turned into the time he had been banned from a zoo for trying to smuggle a penguin in order to impress his girlfriend at the time.

“Then when I came back, muggle penguin under my arm, she was gone! I had about five guards looking for a penguin that was rumored to have opened doors,” he was having a hard time not laughing, “so I had to do something risky.”

“Oh the risk-taking starts now?” Professor Sprout burst out, wiping her eyes with her finger.

Professor Flitwick continued, “Yes! Up until then I was only breaking muggle laws! But I had to get away! So I took a Dawdle Drought, Draught of Peace, and an Extimulo Potion all at once and charmed the nearest bench – ”

Professor Snape laughed and cut in, “All three at the same time?”

Professor Flitwick started banging on the table, unable to contain himself. “Yes! Now, Severus, Don’t spoil it for the rest! I was never good at potions so of course I didn’t know what the effects combined would be, but you can all bet I did a stellar job charming that bench,” his voice became squeakier with every word.

He continued his story, and had Heather not learned about several far more insane and crazy events during History of Magic class, she would have never believed any of what he was saying to be true. The only part Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows at was about Professor Flitwick jumping over the hedge fence which he claimed to be able to do despite describing it as three times taller than his height.

“And so I woke up – a week later! Mind you – dazed and in the company of one of those traveling merchant farmers after having promised him a pig and a goat upon my arrival of what destination I told him in my delirious state. And to this day that zoo has a strict no-sweater rule placed on children between the ages of seven and nine.”

Professor Sprout had lost the ability to hold a fork and even Professor McGonagall was dabbing at her eyes, unable to believe the events that unfolded for a young Professor Flitwick. After everyone had calmed their laughing fits, Heather wondered about the combination of the potions he had taken.

She knew Draught of Peace had to be turquois blue and simmering before being consumed and consisted of powdered moonstone, syrup of hellebore, powdered porcupine quills, and powdered unicorn horn. She had never made it before and doubted they’d ever be made to make it since brewing it around Neville could end up sending them all into a deep sleep.

Heather turned to Professor Snape, “Was it that the Draught of Peace wasn’t simmering?”

Hermione cut in, “It must have been too much of the Valerian Root in the potion.”

Heather frowned. “Then he’d still be asleep. If the potion wasn’t consumed simmering – ”

“It was the combination of snowdrop, valerian root, and sopophorous bean,” he said sourly, attempting to end the conversation.

Hermione had a look about her and Heather rolled her eyes, knowing she was counting the mention of valerian root as a win.

“But not because there was EXTRA valerian root added, right?” Heather waited for Professor Snape to respond but he merely sipped his goblet.

It had been two hours from the start of the feast and everyone was just about bursting, stuffed full with Christmas dinner. Hermione had somehow taken out a book on fifth year potions – something Heather found incredibly suspicious that she just happened to have had on her – and proven that up to one twentieth of a thimbleful of valerian root could be added without causing permanent sleep but Professor Snape rolled his eyes and so they both took it as it wasn’t the cause and so they had both technically been wrong.

Harry and Ron got up after finishing dessert and Professor Trelawney shrieked.

“W-which one of you stood first?” She reached out for them and looked at each one fiercely.

Ron swallowed, shrugging. “Dunno?”

“What difference is it?” Professor McGonagall said tartly. “Unless there is a mad and deranged giant hound on the other side of those doors, ready to kill the first person into the entrance hall.”

Ron laughed and Harry snickered, making Professor Trelawney look very wounded at Professor McGonagall.

“You guys coming?” Harry looked at Heather and Hermione.

“Er – yes.” Hermione stood and kept close to Heather as they walked out. Just as they reached the entrance hall stairs into the main corridor, Hermione stopped. “I need a word with Heather, you two go on ahead.”

Heather stopped and stood next to Hermione as Harry and Ron walked on. She crossed her arms, expecting it to be about whatever she was trying to communicate all during the meal.

“That broom. We need to… to… tell the professors.”

Heather’s eyes widened. Them? Tattle on Harry? Get his broom taken away and make it impossible for him to participate in his next matches? She liked the plan she had made with Draco getting the same broom, keeping it fair, but to betray Harry?

“Hermione, why would we do that?”

She sighed, “Because what if it’s from Black? And it’s cursed and he gets hurt?”

Heather shook her head. “Black’s just come out of prison. Where would he have the money – ”

“What if he falls again and this time he… this time Dumbledore isn’t there to save him!”

Heather’s breath caught in her throat. Hermione was right in a way, and if she was at all right about who had given him the broom… Then Harry was in grave danger. She looked down at her hands and nodded.

“We’ll go back in and tell Professor McGonagall.” Hermione spun on her heels and led the way back into the great hall.

The first years ran past them, making them the last students invading the professor’s dinners. They approached the table and Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall looked over at them. They stood at either side of professor Trelawney and when Heather didn’t speak, Hermione did.

“Professor McGonagall? Could I have a word, please? It’s extremely important.”

“Is it so important that it cannot wait? That it must – ”

Hermione interrupted Professor Snape, “Yes.”

“Over there then.” Professor McGonagall pointed at the high table stage and they followed her up. “What is it? What’s happened. Where is Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley?”

“They’re in the tower, but... well… Harry’s received a Christmas gift that might not… be very safe.”

Professor McGonagall blinked at Hermione and turned to Heather. “What gift?”

Heather unstuck her dry tongue. “A Quidditch broom…”

“But it arrived without a note and he has no idea who could have given it to him! And Heather didn’t receive any sort of present like that so it was meant for only him!” Hermione let out a shaky breath as Professor McGonagall thought.

“So you’re both thinking it could be from Sirius Black, then? Is that it?”

They nodded.

“But isn’t there some way to see if it’s dangerous? So that Harry could still use it if it’s not?” Heather had to try to save it for him, especially if Draco might be returning to school with one of his own.

Professor McGonagall nodded and told them to wait there as she collected Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore. “Explain again, please.”

Heather nodded. “Harry received a firebolt – ”

Professor McGonagall sucked in air like she’d just been stung. “An actual firebolt?”

Heather nodded, seeing the loss in her eyes. “And it didn’t have a note.”

“It could be from Sirius Black,” Hermione added.

Professor Dumbledore stroked his beard. “How unfortunate… to receive such a wonderful Christmas gift under such mysterious circumstances.”

“Headmaster. Potter, of course, will have the broom confiscated?” Professor Snape looked at Professor Dumbledore in thought.

“We would know if it’s jinxed or cursed as soon as its ridden, wouldn’t we?” Professor McGonagall laughed, “I could even be the one to – ”

“That would be foolish and dangerous,” Professor Snape snapped.

“Severus, you just don’t want your Slytherins to play us with a firebolt – ”

He raised a brow, “Irrelevant. I can, of course, check it for curses, and bring it ‘round to you when I’m through.”

Professor McGonagall lifted a disbelieving brow. “Done as soon as possible too, I’m sure.”

“I don’t think Harry would want… I mean… Since it’s his broom couldn’t someone else look at it?” Hermione looked at Professor McGonagall and avoided anyone else’s eyes.

“This isn’t a repair shop, Granger.” Professor Snape turned back to Professor Dumbledore. “If the broom needs to be searched thoroughly, the only expert in this castle would be me.”

Professor Dumbledore let go of his beard and smiled, finally focusing on the situation again. “A simple search will suffice. Filius and Rolanda will do fine with that.”

Heather watched Professor Snape go from amused, to disbelieving, to angry. “Headmaster. Perhaps we should consider the fact that Sirius Black is the only known wizard to have escaped Azkaban and has somehow gotten passed an army of dementors and invaded this very school.”

“It has been considered, and Harry’s wishes on who will search the broom will be granted. Minerva, please confiscate the broom before anything unwanted happens.”

Professor McGonagall nodded. “They’re in the tower? Good. Then follow me.”

They marched along behind Professor McGonagall and the closer they got to the Gryffindor tower, the worse Heather felt. Her stomach was doing flips at the thought of taking Harry’s broom completely away. She kept telling herself that it was just going to be searched and returned, but that didn’t stop her guilt from eating at her.

They should have told him what they were going to do, not go behind his back about it. Of course it was all Hermione’s idea, and even Professor Dumbledore seemed a bit skeptical about it being from Sirius Black. They were nearing the portrait of Sir Cadogan when she decided she didn’t want to be a part of what was about to happen.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” She called out to Hermione and dashed back down the stairs before Hermione could even process what she’d yelled.

Tomorrow morning it was going to be a firestorm of daggers around them. Ron angry with Hermione, Harry angry at them, no one talking to anyone… She made it back down to the common room and sighed, relieved to have skipped seeing Professor McGonagall take the greatest broom in existence from Harry.

She looked around at her mess of books and paper around the fireplace and sat down on a cushion. She pulled up her dark arts book and continued reading where she had left off, using her folded up werewolf essay as a bookmark. She thought briefly of the possibility of Draco coming back with the firebolt and smiled guiltily, quickly clearing her mind.

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“The Leaky Cauldron” || YEAR 3 – Ch.6 (HP au)

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Day posted: 7/28/2020

Word count: 3,206

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

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Heather paced Harry’s room looking at the stack of books on his bed while he yawned and slouched over the headboard. She dragged her quill down the list she had made and checked off each box as she read the textbook names.

“Looks like that’s almost everything,” Heather smiled and folded up the parchment.

Harry sighed, “What are we missing, and can we go get it now? I’m bored.”

“We need the Divination book,” she headed for the door, “So let’s go.”

Harry jumped out of bed and ran in front of her, heading out the room first. Heather ran after him, taking the stairs two at a time and nearly passed him a few feet from the door. They touched the back door at the same time and gasped, trying to catch their breath.

“I won.”

“No you didn’t!”

The bricks were extra red that morning with the sun shining brightly on them. Harry tapped the bricks and they moved quickly, letting in to Diagon Alley where the morning bustle was filled with extra chatter as more students visited the shops for their materials.

As they walked to the bookstore, they looked over the bobbing heads to try to spot bright brown bushy hair or outstanding orange hair. Hermione and the Weasleys were nowhere to be seen yet. Heather had spent the last week helping Harry with his essays and now this last week was spent looking for their friends among the crowds and purchasing their materials extra slow in case they saw them.

The bookshop was not as busy as the other stores yet and the manager came over quickly to offer them help. Heather took out her list and looked for the missing book they needed.

“Er, two copies of ‘Unfogging the Future’ by – ”

“Cassandra Vablatsky, yes yes,” he led them to the divination section and pointed out the books on the shelf.

She took two and turned to follow the manager back but Harry stopped her with a hand on her arm.

“Look,” he stared at the misty image of a black dog with sharp black eyes.

“‘Death Omens: What to Do When You Know the Worst is Coming’?” She shook her head. They were definitely not purchasing that. Harry would probably carry that book around everywhere pointing out a bunch of death omens.

The manager chuckled, “Oh don’t worry about ever needing that. Those books always just scare people and very rarely do anything good.”

They followed the manager to the register and paid. They had been in Flourish and Blotts for a total of ten minutes and the rest of their morning, afternoon, and evening were now completely free. They walked back to the Leaky Cauldron and up to Harry’s room with the rest of their materials to be packed away in their trunks.

Harry sat down on the bed and tapped his fingers on the cover of his divination book, “Heather?”

She was closing the door after dragging her trunk into his room from hers. “Yes?”

“D’you think… What we saw that night was a death omen?”

“Saw what night Harry?”

“That thing coming out of the bushes before the Knight Bus arrived.”

She had a hard time recalling it but did remember something about a black blob-ish creature, “Oh… Well it was just a dog or something. A stray, Harry. Now please pack your things and forget about that omens book.”

The next few days were spent walking around Diagon Alley and looking through shop windows. She had forbidden Harry from taking any of their money with him and had to refuse his beggings for a new broom. On the last day they decided to go for some ice cream and sit outside watching as people went by with their bags filled with goods.

“Heather!”

“Harry!”

Hermione and Ron came running down the stream of wizards to hug them. They got some more ice cream and the four of them sat down.

“We heard why you were staying at the Leaky Cauldron,” Hermione crossed her arms.

Heather and harry looked at each other and then frowned at Ron.

His ears went red, “Dad mentioned it and I… might have let it slip.”

“I CAN’T believe you two blew up your AUNT!”

Heather pointed at Harry, “He did. Not me.”

Harry pushed her finger away, “I didn’t mean to. It just sort of… happened.”

“Ron stop laughing! This is serious! You could have gotten expelled Harry!”

Heather turned to him as well, “Actually apparently he could have gone to Azkaban.”

Ron snorted, “No one would send Famous Harry Potter to AZKABAN. Get real. Everyone else though would be mad to do what you did. I’d definitely be sent to Azkaban for that.”

Heather flicked Harry’s ear and turned to Ron, “Can we go home with you? Since it’s the last day?”

“No need, we’re staying at the Leaky and so is Hermione. Dad’ll take everyone to King’s Cross tomorrow.” Ron’s eyes widened and he almost reach in his robes with his ice cream hand. “Look at this!” he pulled out a long wand with his other hand, “My very own wand! Brand new too.”

Heather looked down at the large lumpy bag next to Hermione, “What’s all that?”

She patted it happily, “Oh, well I’ve been approved to take several more classes. Took all summer owling back and forth with Professor McGonagall. Apparently, it had to be approved by the school governors.”

Heather felt very ill suddenly, like her heart had dropped to her stomach and the flush on her face felt closer to embarrassment than anger but neither of those words described the feeling very well. “But-what-How did… How many new subjects? I don’t understand. Did they pick you? Did you ask?”

Hermione nodded, “Professor McGonagall talked to me about it after I asked if I could take them all.”

“How many more? Which classes?”

She shrugged, “All of them. Let’s see,” she started counting on her fingers. “Divination and care of magical creatures like you guys, plus Study of Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies, and Arithmancy,” she smiled.

The three of them just stared at her with annoyance.

“And when will you be blocking in sleeping and eating?” Harry laughed finally, half hoping it was a joke for her sake.

Ron still stared at her, “Heather I’m glad you haven’t decided to turn into a school zombie this year.”

Heather glared at him and quickly finished her ice cream, “Let’s go already.” She should have asked Professor Snape about taking more classes. Why did she think Hermione wanting to take them all was somehow a joke? Maybe she could still come in first in the classes that were the same…

Hermione jumped up, “Oh! I’m allowed to get a pet for school this year! Early birthday present from my parents.”

Ron wiped his hands on his shirt and pointed over to the top of the winding cobble street, “Magical Menagerie’s over there.”

Magical Menagerie was a small shop made even smaller by the dozens of cages covering the walls with squeaking, squawking, rattling, and hissing. Heather and Ron went immediately to check on the treats and snacks for toads and rats while Harry helped Hermione pick an animal.

“I don’t think any of these will help Scabbers,” Ron sighed and looked away from the assortment of magical treats.

Heather leaned in and squinted her eyes at Scabbers. He was looking very ill, with bald patches in odd places. “Ask the witch. She might give you something specific.” She followed Ron up to the register.

“Miss? My rat’s ill. He got like that a few days ago after we came back from Egypt.”

She took out thick round glasses that made her eyes as big as the sugar coated fat toad flies and took him in her hands. “Have you tried banging him a few times?”

Ron nodded, “But he won’t perk up.”

The witch held him upside down by his tail while he wriggled around, “He looks ancient. How old is he?”

“Er. Old. Very, very, old, I think. He’s been in my family for twelve years.”

“Well there are many reasons why a rat might do this. What powers does it have?”

Heather and Ron looked at each other and shrugged.

“None, I don’t think. He just is.”

She pointed at his bitten ear and missing toe, “Run him through the wash?”

Ron’s ears went pink and looked at both the witch and Heather defensively, “No! I’m not that forgetful. Percy gave ‘im to me like that.”

“Well, no normal rat lives longer than five years so it must be a mix. Don’t worry there’re hundreds of these things living throughout the cities. No ordinary rats but certainly not as hard-working or hard-wearing than pure wizarding rats.” She placed Scabbers on the counter and kept him trapped under her hand as she pulled out a cage from under the counter, “Like these. I can get you a discount on a replacement if you’d like. Pick from one of these.”

Ron shook his head and took Scabbers back, “No. He works just fine for now.”

“Is there nothing else he can do?” Heather watched the rats in the cage skip rope with their tails and show off their little furry arms, “Like a shot or pill or something?”

The witch sighed, “Here.” She produced a little red glass bottle from under the counter, “See if that’ll help.”

“Thanks – HEY!”

A giant orange cat with long matted fur jumped down from the tall shelf above the witch’s head and onto Ron’s. Ron threw his head forward and the cat landed on its back on the counter and swatted Scabbers out of Ron’s grip.

“CROOKSHANKS! COME BACK HERE,” the witch pulled on the cat’s tail as it jumped off the counter and chased Scabbers out the open door.

Ron and Heather ran after them, following the bright orange fur between people’s feet. Crookshanks had pinned Scabbers down between its paws and was about to bite his neck when Ron and Heather dived for them. Ron pulled Scabbers out while Heather picked a very heavy Crookshanks up like an enormous baby.

Huffing and puffing they made their way back to the Magical Menagerie to find Harry and Hermione waiting by the counter with no owl picked out. Heather placed Crookshanks back on the counter and held him down for the witch.

“Well. Here he is,” the witch said to Hermione.

“He’s perfect!” Hermione tried picking him up and groaned, “Oh! You made it look easy, Heather.”

“What do you mean he’s perfect? For what?” Ron looked to Hermione and the coins on the counter, “Whose are those?”

“Mine,” the witch took them and dropped them in her apron.

“Harry asked where you guys went and she told us about Crookshanks and about how he’s been here for YEARS so of course I had to take him,” Hermione hugged the floppy cat tightly.

“Yeah? Did she tell you how he tried to murder my rat just now?”

Hermione scoffed, “It’s just his instinct, Ron. It’s not murder.”

Ron looked to Heather and Harry but they just shook their heads, refusing to take sides. They walked out together but Ron refused to walk next to Hermione and Crookshanks. They made their way back to the Leaky Cauldron.

Mr. Weasley was sitting at the bar drinking and reading the Daily Prophet when they walked in. He smiled and waved them over, “Harry! Heather! Good to see you two.” He looked down at Crookshanks and nodded at him, “And your new friend.”

Hermione nodded and lifted him up higher before giving Ron a look and heading up the stairs towards her room.

“Black’s still on the loose?” Harry pointed at the man screaming on the front cover.

Mr. Weasley pressed his lips together, “Yes. Unfortunately. A lot of wizards have been tasked to assist in his capture. I’m even doing some patrols here in Diagon Alley.”

“Hope we’re the ones who catch him. The reward money’s big, isn’t it?”

Mr. Weasley shook his head, “No, no. He’s far too dangerous. If I find him I’m supposed to sound the alarm. He’s too dangerous for any Weasley or Potter,” he looked at the twins, “to catch. The Azkaban guards will do that. Understand?”

The three of them nodded and Mr. Weasley went back to smiling.

Mrs. Weasley came in followed by Fred and George, Giny, and Percy. Mrs. Weasley greeted them with a hug and Giny said hello to Heather but could barely look at Harry when she greeted him after. Percy stepped forward and extended his hand to each of them.

“Heather. Harry. How very nice to see you both,” he gave them a quick nod and straightened his shirt.

“Hello, Percy.”

“Hello,” Harry turned to Heather trying not to laugh.

“I see you are both doing well,” Percy motioned to them generally with his hands and folded them behind his back.

Heather nodded awkwardly, “We are – ”

Fred and George pulled Percy back and took his place.

“Mr. Potter, how very splendid a coincidence to see you in this exquisite establishment,” Fred bowed and tipped his fake top hat.

George followed suit, “Miss Potter, how have you spent this marvelous evening? I trust the day has treated you well?”

Everyone but Percy and his parents laughed.

“Alright, boys, move along. Harry! Heather,” she hugged them both really tight. “Did you get our presents? Can you believe we got to spend the summer in Egypt? How were your birthdays?”

“Yes, yes, and good,” Harry smiled.

“And Percy made Head Boy! Oh, another one in the family – ”

“The last one,” Fred interrupted.

“I’m certain,” she frowned at him.

Heather, Harry, and Ron went up to join Hermione for an hour before they all came back downstairs for dinner. The innkeeper had put several tables together for all seven Weasleys, Heather, Harry, and Hermione to fit comfortably. They enjoyed eating the special for that night, rotisserie chicken and biscuits, and enjoyed hearing about Egypt and Hermione’s week in France.

“How are you taking us all to the train tomorrow?” Fred looked at his mom, “You still have time to teach us how to apparate.”

“You’re not of age,” Percy scolded them.

“The Ministry is lending me cars, we’ll all fit just fine, don’t worry,” Mr. Weasley interrupted before another fight broke out.

“It doesn’t have to fit us all, Percy can apparate himself to school. He’s ‘of age’,” Fred took first scoops into the chocolate pudding.

Percy moved the pudding bowl towards Hermione right beside him, “Guests first.”

“We’re all guests,” George mumbled.

“Thank you, Percy dear. Fred. Enough of that,” Mrs. Weasley wagged her finger.

Percy gave Fred a winning smile and turned away, “Why are we getting cars?”

“Because we don’t have our old one anymore,” Mrs. Weasley turned to Ron who looked down at his pudding.

Percy turned to Ron too, “All your stuff is on my bed so you better pack before we sleep, Ron.”

Ron scowled at Percy who only rolled his eyes.

They passed around the bowl of pudding and everyone enjoyed second and third helpings. After dinner everyone went to their rooms to go to bed, and while Ron packed, Heather, Harry, and Hermione kept him company.

“Has the rat tonic done anything yet?” Heather poked the lump in Ron’s shirt pocket.

“No,” Ron jammed his clothes into his trunk and sat on top, trying to shut it.

“It’ll fit if you fold it,” Hermione pulled him off and started showing him how to fold.

“Fine then, everyone take a shirt.”

Harry and Ron folded while Hermione and Heather organized his trunk better, pushing all his books to one side and leaving the other side for clothes and other materials. Heather lifted a lumpy hat and a Sneakoscope fell out, twirling fast and glowing bright with a high-pitched whistle.

“It’s broken,” Ron grumbled. “Did yours stop spinning?”

“When we got them, they weren’t glowing or moving at all. Not like that,” Heather stuffed it back in his magenta hat.

“They probably got tired on the journey,” Ron stuffed the rest of the shirts in the empty spaces making Hermione sigh and place her hands on her hips.

“Percy was probably right about them being a rip off.”

Ron shut his trunk, “No he wasn’t. The man said they really work.”

“Yes, of course he would Ron. He was trying to sell them to you.”

Heather stood up and dusted off her knees, “Well maybe its relative to Ron. Is there someone here you don’t trust?”

Ron put his hands on his hips too, “Yeah. Percy to not remind Mum and Dad about the car and your bloody orange beast to not eat Scabbers.”

Harry stepped between Hermione and Ron before Hermione could respond, “Have you seen that book Hagrid got us?”

“Crookshanks is just a cat. He did something any cat would do. If you keep Scabbers in your room I’ll keep Crookshanks in mine and then there won’t be a problem. Will there?”

“‘The Monster Book of Monsters’ I think it was called?”

“Sure, until it gets loose and sniffs Scabbers out.”

“How do you even read it?”

Percy came in and set his Head Boy pin on the nightstand, “Alright, get to bed everyone. We’ll be up early.”

Hermione scoffed at Ron and turned to Percy, “You’re right, Percy. It IS time for bed. Also, congratulations on being Head Boy.” She turned and marched out of the room.

Harry and Heather waved goodnight to Ron and exited the room.

“You couldn’t have helped me?” Harry grumbled to Heather.

She shrugged, “They both kinda have points.”

They went to Harry’s room and both got to work packing his trunk. It was easier to help Harry because he wasn’t so picky about where things were going, not like Ron.

Harry picked up his unglowing and untwirling Sneakoscope, “It was definitely a rip off. I don’t trust Fred and George not to pull a prank on one of us on the last night here.”

“If I wake up with color-changing goo in my hair I’ll hex them,” Heather laughed. “If I were Percy, I’d lock the door.”

“Do you think our family would have been like them?” Harry rolled the Sneakoscope on the floor in front of him.

Heather tried to swallow the lump in her throat, but it wouldn’t go down. She stared at her hands for several minutes and stood up, kneeling on his trunk and shutting it tight. “Night, Harry. We’ll get to go home to Hogwarts tomorrow.”

Harry nodded and walked her to the door. “We’ll be home tomorrow.”

She watched him close the door slowly and quickly stopped it and hugged him, “You’re all the family I need so stop almost getting expelled.”

He smiled, nodded, and closed the door. She left to her own room, packed her things and fell onto her bed before remembering her nightly routine. She dropped to the floor and started doing her Quidditch exercises, barely reaching a fourth of what the book said and laid back down on the bed, exhausted.

“I WILL make it on the team.”

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