#ngl i read the or is it in harry’s voice

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Hey

I have a request for you about Harry Lewis :)

I‘d really like to read something with the “best friends brother” trope :) As in the reader is Rosie‘s friend (or if you don’t feel comfortable with this then maybe just make a sibling or even like a cousin or something up haha) and the reader and Harry have a secret relationship going on. This could honestly include a bit of everything haha. Smut would be really great but also a little angsty and fluffy :)

A/N: omfg yes i love this. ngl i struggled a bit w making a like timeline, but I think it turned out okay. Also, thanks for the request! I love writing them!!

Don’t Let Her Find Out

Pairing: Harry Lewis x Reader Trope: Best Friend's Brother Warnings: Secret romance, emotional tension, forbidden love, soft dom!Harry, smut, fluff, slow-burn payoff, confession, best friend conflict Summary: You’ve been hiding a six-month secret from your best friend Rosie: you’re in a relationship with her older brother, Harry Lewis. What started as a heated New Year’s kiss turned into a full-blown secret romance filled with stolen moments, guilt-laced touches, and quiet declarations behind closed doors. As the emotional weight of the lie builds, so does your fear of losing both of them. When Rosie discovers the truth, everything shatters. But through the fallout comes honesty, heartbreak, and a chance at something real—with a love that was never meant to be a secret. Word Count: 1600

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You’re not proud of the fact that you lie to your best friend daily.

But it’s not like you planned on sleeping with Rosie’s brother.

Not at first.

Harry was just supposed to be Harry—annoying, chaotic, the boy who used to dunk your head in the pool when you were thirteen and laugh when you screamed. You weren’t meant to notice the way his voice deepened. Or how he filled out his shirts. Or the way he looked at you across the dinner table like he knew things he shouldn’t.

It started with one kiss.

New Year’s Eve. Rosie had passed out before midnight, and you were alone in the kitchen, tipsy off champagne and adrenaline. He leaned against the counter and smirked.

“Still can’t believe you never got with anyone in school. You were always hot—like in a terrifying way.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“I mean it.”

Then came the silence. The weight. His fingers brushed yours when you passed him the bottle opener, and suddenly you weren’t breathing right.

“Are you gonna kiss me, or just keep staring at my mouth?”

You didn’t answer. But you kissed him.

And the rest… well, the rest is a secret you’ve been keeping for six months.

It’s hard. Not the sneaking around—not really. You’re good at slipping out of rooms, at pretending the hoodie you’re wearing isn’t his, at lying through your teeth when Rosie asks if you’re texting someone new.

What’s hard is the guilt.

She’s your best friend. Has been since you were fourteen. You’ve held her hair back while she cried over boys and stayed up whispering about dreams and fears and futures that never included this.

Never included Harry pressing you against the wall in her parents’ hallway. Or him fucking you in the downstairs bathroom while she watched Netflix two rooms away. Never included whispered promises, quiet moans, shared bedsheets you stripped before she woke up.

You hate yourself a little more each time.

But you love the way he touches you.

And maybe that’s worse.

It’s late when it happens—the beginning of the end.

Rosie invited you to stay over after a girls’ night. You claimed a headache early, begged off the bar. She left with the group in a dress that barely covered her thighs and a smile that made you ache with affection and shame.

Harry texted ten minutes later.

You still at the house?

You didn’t answer. But when he knocked on her window and whispered your name, you didn’t say no.

Now you’re in his bed, chest rising and falling as he looks at you like you’re the only thing he’s ever wanted. His hands are already under your shirt, and his mouth is on your neck, warm and wet and claiming.

“I missed you,” he breathes, voice rough against your throat. “Missed this.”

“Harry…”

“I know,” he whispers, pulling your top over your head and tossing it somewhere you’ll forget. “Tell me you want me.”

You hesitate.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he continues. “Even when I try. I dream about you. Wake up hard and aching and wishing you were in my bed.”

He unclasps your bra, slow, reverent, and your breath stutters.

His mouth finds your nipple, tongue soft at first, then firmer as he sucks gently. Your fingers tangle in his hair, and you bite your lip to stop the sounds clawing up your throat.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, kissing lower, over your stomach, fingers teasing at your waistband. “Nervous?”

“No.” Your voice is barely there. “Just... I don’t want to stop.”

“Then don’t.”

He slides your bottoms off, underwear dragged with them. You’re bare beneath him, thighs parted, heat pooling between your legs. He kneels between them, eyes dark, lips parted as he looks at you like art.

“I’ll never get tired of this,” he whispers. Then he lowers his head.

His tongue licks a long, slow stripe up your center, and you gasp.

He licks again, more deliberately now, and your hips jerk. His hands hold you steady, thumbs pressing into your thighs, as he begins to eat you like he’s starving.

“Fuck, Harry—” you pant, fingers in his hair. “Please—”

He groans against you, the vibration making your toes curl. His tongue circles your clit, then flicks, then sucks, and you’re gone. Every nerve in your body is singing, and all you can do is cry out his name like a prayer.

“I need—” You can’t finish the sentence.

He does it for you.

“You need me to fuck you,” he growls, already pulling off his shirt. “I know, baby. I’ve got you.”

He pushes into you slowly, thick and hot, stretching you until your back arches and your eyes roll. You feel full, completely consumed, and when he bottoms out, you gasp.

“Look at me,” he commands, cupping your jaw. “Want to see your face.”

You do. And the look in his eyes nearly breaks you.

He fucks you slow, deep, each thrust dragging moans from your throat. It’s not fast. It’s not rough. It’s intimate. Desperate. Like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you.

You come first, clenching around him with a cry that sounds suspiciously like I love you. He kisses you through it, groaning as you squeeze him, and then he follows—grinding deep, cursing under his breath as he spills inside you.

You stay there, trembling, his weight on you comforting and heavy.

Then—your phone buzzes on the floor.

Rosie.

“Forgot my wallet, heading back. Be there in 10 x”

Your blood runs cold.

You scramble out of bed, heart racing.

“Shit. Shit, I have to go.”

Harry grabs your hand. “Just stay. We’ll tell her.”

“You’re insane.”

“I’m serious. I’m not hiding anymore, Y/N. I care about you. I’m not doing this in the dark.”

You stare at him, mouth dry. “She’ll hate me.”

“No,” he says firmly. “She’ll be mad. But she’ll get over it. Because you’re not just some fuck to me.”

Your heart cracks wide open.

But you leave anyway.

You sneak back into Rosie’s spare room minutes before the front door opens. She doesn’t notice. You cry yourself to sleep.

It happens two days later. 

You think you’ve gotten away with it.

You left his room before she got home. You crept through the hallway in socks and silence. You even changed into the pajamas you’d “fallen asleep in” hours ago.

It’s nearly noon the next day when it unravels.

You’re curled up on Rosie’s sofa, pretending to scroll Instagram, when she walks in with her arms crossed. Her eyes are sharp. Calm—too calm.

“You forget something last night?”

You blink. “What?”

She tosses something onto the coffee table.

Your necklace.

The one you never take off.

The one that must have come off in Harry’s bed.

Your stomach sinks. “I—I must’ve dropped it in the bathroom.”

Her smile is tight. “Right. Except I found it in Harry’s room this morning.”

Silence.

“I saw the sheets, Y/N. They were still warm. And he was gone.”

You try to speak, but your mouth is dry.

“How long?”

You open your mouth. Close it. Open it again. “New Year’s.”

She laughs—sharp, humorless. “Six months? You’ve been lying to me for six months?!”

“Rosie—”

“Every time I told you about someone I was dating—every time I told you Harry was annoying or gross—you just sat there, like you weren’t fucking him behind my back.”

Tears burn behind your eyes. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Then what was it, Y/N? A game? A thrill?”

“No!” Your voice cracks. “It wasn’t a game. I didn’t plan for it to happen. It just—it started, and we couldn’t stop.”

“Jesus.” She backs away like you’re something rotten. “Was there ever going to be a point where you told me?”

You hesitate. That’s the problem. You don’t know.

“I wanted to,” you whisper.

“But you didn’t.” Her jaw clenches. “You made me look like an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot—”

“Don’t.” Her voice breaks, and it’s the worst part—worse than the betrayal, worse than the silence. “You were my best friend. You were supposed to be the one person who wouldn’t lie to me.”

“I’m sorry.” It’s all you can say. You mean it. It still feels useless.

She exhales hard and turns away.

“I don’t want to see you right now.”

It’s days before you hear from either of them.

Then Harry shows up outside your flat, hair messy, eyes hopeful.

“I told her everything,” he says. “She’ll come around.”

You shake your head. “What if she doesn’t?”

He steps forward, cups your face in both hands.

“Then we’ll give her time. But I’m not losing you.”

Tears burn. “Why me?”

He kisses your forehead.

“Because you see through the bullshit. Because you make me feel like I can be more than the loud one. Because when I look at you, I see home.”

You crumble into him, and he holds you like he means it.

A week later, Rosie texts.

I still hate it. But I miss you. Come over—he’s not here.

And you cry. And then you go.

Because you’re building something honest now. Messy, but real.

And the next time Harry wraps his arms around you, you don’t pull away.

You lean in.

You stay.

[calciferiguess]

algae’s family tree !! i’ll do full bodies for them too sometime im just lazy rn

if you wanna read some info on them v

(btw i’ve decided my wings of fire ocs aren’t apart of the og timeline)

first off we have her parents, tide and hurricane, tide is apart of the royal guard and hurricane is the seawings army general, though they both might be apart of something bigger... COUGH seawing mafia. whattt who said that.

anyways hurricanes voice claim for me is thor from the video game god of war ragnarok tehee

tides voice claim is kinda like captain price from call of duty mw but idk that might change

secondly we have albatross, the first born, well.. first adopted. or maybe there’s dragon surrogates ? i haven’t decided ? but yea albatross is a soldier. mayb it’s just cause it’s me but when i was going more in depth with his character he just seems like ctechnoblade to me

next we have the twinsss, current and coast, ngl i kinda imagine their dynamic like fred and george weasley from harry potter, like im not a potter fan but they give me the vibe of finishing each others sentences and saying shit at the same time

lastly we have algae of course, the runt of the litter or something, and currently in my universe she’s a student at jade mountain academy !! if you haven’t seen the other art

some more stuff uhhh

heights. hurricane is like fuckin huge.. like morrowseer or burn type huge. albatross is almost as big as him, he’s gettin there. then tide he’s a little shorter. then current and coast are like basically the same height. then there’s algae, very small, two apples tall

ough see i have a comic idea in mind for the origin of algae’s hatching day but ughhh ive got too many ideas planned that i wanna do im havin difficulty settling on one at a time aggaajjhj

[dracoxsworld]

Can you do a fic where ron was jelly bc the reader was being too friendly to draco and had to show her who she belonged to ?

Hello friend! Thank you so much for the suggestion! I hope this is good enough for you :) I’m doing some requests as I prep the next part of arranged, I’m very excited.

WARNINGS: dom!ron x sub!reader, kinda rough sex ngl, jealousy, angry ron, p in v, oral sex both sides receiving, fingering, reader has female anatomy.

photo edited by me :)

You and Ron have been together for quite a while. Everyone knew you were together, no one even questioned it. Ron liked it that way.

You were his and nobody could do anything about it. He had always had a slight jelousy for his best friend, Harry Potter. He always got everything he had wanted. Ron thought Harry could get any girl he wanted with ease. So when Ron met you and got into a relationship with you, he is never going to let you go.

This was his opportunity to show the school, his family, the world, that he wasn't Harry Potter's lame and single best friend, he had the prettiest girl in school on his arm; and he was particularly protective.

Some of your peers liked to use you to annoy Ron; or try to make him feel insecure. This of course, included Draco Malfoy. You were a tad naive to realize it. You were simply thinking he was just trying to be your friend. It started out as you both being assigned as partners in potions. Draco was well aware of you and Ron being together; and used that to his advantage. He’d flirt with you, constantly talk to you, all while Ron would watch, just thinking.

“So Y/L/N, what’re you doing after class today?” Draco asked, side eyeing Ron, who was seated with Seamus. (Not a good mix, by the way.)

“Oh! I’m not sure, I need to study for Transfiguration…I’m struggling a bit.” You said while chewing on your bottom lip, reading the inked-in instructions for the current potion you both were assigned.

“I can help you with that, you know.” Draco suggested. This had caught your attention, you looked up from your potions book and smiled politely.

“Oh, no I’m okay, I believe Ron is assisting me,” you declined, looking over at your red headed boyfriend; who was watching you both the whole time. His arms were crossed, his eyes were darker than usual.

“Are you sure?” Draco voiced again, stepping closer to you, sliding the potions book away with one hand. You got nervous, just before you could respond, Professor Snape announced that class had dismissed, and you’d have to finish todays project tomorrow.

You swiftly grabbed your bag and ran out the door, leaving some of your belongings on your desk.

You ran to your dorm room, feeling a sense of panic. You were hoping Ron wasn’t think you were engaging with Draco’s behavior, that you weren’t flirting back.

You shook your head at the thought. Ron knows better, you told yourself. He would never think I’d do that.

Does he?

You had opened the door to your dorm quickly and slid in and slammed it, locking it. You set your bag in the floor and flung your body onto your unmade bed. “Stupid Y/N. It’s so obvious he was flirting with you.” You mumbled to yourself, your face squished into your duvet. You sat up and looked in your body-length mirror.

Your hair was a bit of a mess, probably from you flinging yourself onto your bed. You ran your hands through your hair to make it look a bit nicer, and gave yourself a small smile of reassurance.

Knock knock knock knock

You jumped, and turned towards your door. “Please don’t tell me your name is Draco Malfoy.” You groaned.

“You’re damn right it isn’t.” Your boyfriends voice boomed through your door. It startled you, it was his voice but it sounded different. “Ron?” You fled out.

“Yes, open the door.” Ron demanded. You did as you were told and unlocked the door and peeked through. You saw your beautiful boyfriend looking down at you, looking not too happy.

You looked down and noticed he had the belongings you had left at your desk in his arms. Some potion bottles, your book, and some quills. You then noticed his knuckles looked slightly stained with red, and bruised.

You looked back up at him with your lips parted and eyebrows furrowed, still peeking through the small crack in the door.

“Are you going to let me in?” Ron asked impatiently. You nodded and let him in, closing the door behind him. Ron set down your supplies on your desk neatly. Setting the potion bottles up on their designated shelves, putting your quills in ink you had, and setting your book in your built in shelf in your desk.

He turned towards you and slowly walked up to you. You were picking a hangnail, unable to get even a sound out. “Draco has taken quite a liking to you.” Ron seethed. You shook your head. “I disregarded him, Ron. You know I’d never—“

“I’m not worried about you, pretty girl.” He specified, his hand lifting your chin towards him. You licked your lips, looking at his. He smiled down at you. “I’m going to show him that you’re mine, he’s going to hear you. He’s going to see you all fucked up from me.”

Your underwear was wet, your eyes widened and you rubbed your thighs together at his words. “On the bed, pretty.” He prodded you, pushing you towards the bed. You listened, wanting him to do whatever he wanted to you. To be honest, you loved it when he got this way. There was something about it that immediately turned you on.

He took off he belt, keeping his eye contact with you. You sat up on the bed, your eyes scanning him up and down. He took off his uniform pants, sliding off his shoes with them. He crawled on top of you, his hands beginning to fiddle with your button up shirt. “These bloody buttons-“ He grumbled before crashing his lips into yours, it was aggressive but loving all at once. It was demanding, you stood no chance of taking over. You let him have control.

He got fed up with your shirt at one point he just ripped it off, buttons flew everywhere. “Ron!” You exclaimed, breaking the kiss.

“Shut it, you have hundreds of those blasted shirts.” He spat. He kissed you again, harsher, and unclasping your bra. He threw it across the room carelessly, not taking any attention off of you, he pushed you back toward the headboard of the bed, putting you in his lap so you were straddling him. His hands were everywhere; your hair, your waist, the hem of your skirt, etc.

Ron’s fingers crept past your skirt, and they lightly grazed your clothed heat. You moaned in his at the feeling immediately. “You drive me fucking crazy, do you understand?” Ron mumbled in the kiss. You nodded, hardly containing your sounds of pleasure from his fingers teasing your soaking wet core, your panties still acting as a barrier. “I want to hear your response.” He prodded. “Yes Ron, I understand,” you whimpered. Ron’s hips grinded upwards towards yours, as his finger continued to tease your core still clothed.

“Please–“ you begged him in the heated kiss. You wanted him now, you didn’t care how. Ron broke the kiss, still teasing you “Please what, princess?”

“I want your mouth,” You pleaded, your face pink from embarrassment. “What a perfect idea, pretty. Only if you moan my name loud enough will determine if I let my pretty girl cum, how does that sound?”

You moaned, his fingers were still lightly touching you. You needed more, this wasn’t enough. You tried to grind towards his fingers more, and he immediately took them away. You whined, it felt like torture. “Don’t be a brat.” He demanded. He slid himself out from under you, so you were laying in the pillows and on your back, and flipped your skirt up into your belly. He laid on his stomach and inches himself close to in-between your legs.

He teasingly licked slowly up the inside of your thighs, making you moan his name, your hands in his red hair pulling it like reins. He hummed as he got closer to your core, with your now saturated panties. You felt lightheaded, this wasn’t fair, you needed him desperately more than ever. Your core was aching for his mouth. “Fuck Ron, please please!” You cried desperately. He finally complied, hooking his fingers under your soaked panties and pulled them off.

“My goodness, excited are we?” Ron teased, licking his lips. Your pussy was dripping, begging for him to clean you up. He went in immediately afterwards, slowly licking your core up and down. Focusing on each inch. In circles, his tongue went. He planted a few kisses, and went back to licking up your juices. You threw your head back and screamed his name, forgetting you both didn’t set a Muffliato spell. Oh well, Draco’ll definitely hear you.

He hummed as he ate you out, making it even more pleasurable. “Ron, fuck!” You moaned loudly, felt like you shook your dorm walls. You saw him smile and he was licking every inch. His tongue abused your hole, going in and out as his thumb played with your clit. “God, Draco wishes he could lick your cunt like this, fuck Y/N.” Ron groans

You felt a knot forming in your stomach, your legs were shaking violently. “Ron, I’m close!” You moaned. He immediately backed away. You moaned in frustration.

“Ron please, I can’t take much more,” you begged. Your boyfriend shook his head at you and laughed. he took your jaw in his hand “You’re going to earn it, you’re going to learn to not even look in Malfoy’s direction. Understood?” Ron demanded. You nodded, tears falling down your cheeks. Your core was dripping, making a wet spot on your sheets.

“You’re going to pleasure me” Ron announces.

You got up on your knees, which were very weak. Ron’s hard cock was easily visible in his boxers, he slid them off letting it free. He got up from the bed and stood towards the edge. You got on your stomach with your legs in the air and crossed behind you, taking his length in your mouth immediately, licking off the pre-cum.

“Fuck baby, you already know what to do.” Ron groaned, collecting your hair and making a ponytail with his hand, wrapping it around his fist. This made you groan in his dick, rolling your eyes back, but still staying stable enough. You pumped him with your hand and he guided your head, bobbing it up and down on his dick. He again, had a majority of control. That bastard.

His dick was hitting violently against the back of your through causing the urge to gag. You free hand was balled up in a fist with your nails going into your skin making crescent-shaped indents, trying to distract yourself from the urge.

“Take it, look at me.” Ron demanded, your eyes fluttered open and looked at him. “Malfoy couldn’t fuck your mouth this could, could he? Huh? You’re stuffed with my cock.” You made noises at his response, rubbing your thighs together. You shut your eyes again trying to focus on not orgasming right there, even with the absence of his touch.

“Eyes on me, I said.” Ron’s voice boomed again. You whined and opened your eyes agin and looked at him. He threw his head back, his mouth agape, “Pretty girl, I’m close,” He groaned, eyebrows together. You bummed around his dick, head being pushed on it up and down violently by his hands gripping your hair. His hand pushing you on his dick started getting off beat and sloppy, you knew he was very close.

You went faster and faster, ignoring the tears and sweat rolling down your face. You felt his warm liquid roll down your throat as his dick twitched and his loud moans were all you heard.

He hands gently ran through your hair, he pulled out of your mouth and looked down at you. His smile was wicked, but you still saw the love behind it. “On your back, on you go.” You excitedly complied. Your body was aching for him, begging him to fuck the shit out of you. you flipped your skirt up to expose your cunt, soaking wet from his sexual torture. Ron hovered over you, his arms on both sides of you, he leaned down and left sloppy kisses on your neck and collarbones, leaving bite marks. You moaned his name and begged for him to pleasure you.

“You’ve been patient enough, pretty girl,” Ron said sweetly, he likes himself up to you, and teased your slit with his cock. You whines and dug your nails into his back.

He entered into you, giving you time to adjust. You felt so full, so good. “Ron, fuck.” You whined.

“Pretty girl, you feel so perfect; so warm and tight, fuck.” Ron groaned into your neck. His pace was slow, it hit the right spot, he knew you so well. The room was full of your moans and the smell of sex.

Ron had sped up, the sound of your skin slapping together joined the sounds of pleasure you both were making together. His dick was hitting your g-spot like a arrow on the middle of a target. Over and over again. Meanwhile, he continued to leave hickeys on your chest, collar bones and shoulders.

He then sat up and tossed your legs over his shoulders, exposing you more. He railed into you, more aggressively now. Your eyes were full of tears from pure pleasure. The knot in your stomach was forming again.

“Ron, please– let me-“ You moaned, looking him in the eye.

“I am too, cum in my cock baby, come on,” Ron grunted.

After a few more thrusts, you both hit your point, both of you groaning simultaneously, Ron then pulling out and collapsing next to you. You both were covered in sweat, and each others fluids. Ron’s hands ran over his chest that was rapidly going up and down.

“Y/N?” Ron perked up, holding himself up by one arm, looking down at you.

“Yes, Ron?”

“I love you, you know that, right? I just can’t stand Malfoy talking to you like that..”

“Of course, Ron. I love you too. He’s not really interested in me, he just does it to piss you off, I think.” You replied, your hand on his cheek. He gave you a doubtful look.

“However, I should talk to Malfoy more often, that was quite fun.” You chuckled. Ron rolled his eyes at you, and gave you a kiss on the nose.

[tmwcs]

Myyy loveeeee, i just read the Heethan imagine withe period on the Bed. What would heethan do if we got a period stain in public? (It happend to me in 8the grade, i didnr go to school for 3 days cuse i was sooo embaressed XD)

Love youuuu❤️🫶🏼

“Sorry about that babe…”

Warnings: Some minor fluff, reader has her period unexpectedly, public humiliation, think that's it really.

Hope you guys enjoy this Drabble. Ngl I think this happens to the best of us, so my dear @lisaaannna, you aren’t alone in this.

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“Pretty baby! Are you ready?” 

“Coming down!” 

Responding to Heeseung’s call, you make your way down the stairs hastily, phone in hand, and a soft smile on your face to greet him with. “Sorry, babe.” 

“No worries, are you okay?” His voice published a sense of concern after noting that you took a bit longer in getting ready, yet you weren’t elaborately dressed or decorated. Donning a simple sundress with subtle low heeled sandals, you nod in reassurance as he receives you in front of the last step. Quietly, you inform him of the false arrival of your time of the month. “Yeah I’m fine, I had some minor cramping and figured it was…you know– but it ended up being a false alarm. It will probably hit later this week.” 

Raising his hand, he delicately cups your cheek and stares intently into your eyes. “You sure you feel okay going out today?” 

Eagerly, you nod once more as you give your answer, expressing an adorning look from his affectionate sense of concern. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m excited!” 

His eyes shift low as he gives a single nod with a faint smirk. Taking you by the hand, he kisses your forehead and leads you out the door. The group had planned well ahead of time for this day to come, the opening of a new theme park. Everything had been coordinated months ago, and the tickets had all been pre-bought to secure everyone’s attendance at the festive opening of the new resort. It wasn’t a day that you could possibly give up, not after waiting for so long, especially since you had been looking forward to going with Heeseung, considering you both had yet to attend such a fun-filled event. Though he displayed his usual reserved and stoic countenance, he was just as eager to take you out. Any moment where he found himself spending an entire day doing everything with you, became the highlight of his life. Even though he prefers to stay at home with you, he realizes that taking you out on recreational dates was something you desired and appreciated, and he was happy to oblige so long as you met his demands to remain by his side, never to stray off, and to not associate with anyone. All of which was non-negotiable of course, yet you didn’t mind. 

The drive was long, nearly three hours. You and the crew headed out first thing in the morning to avoid traffic, and just as planned, you all arrived at perfect timing. Parking wasn’t an issue, the lines were short, and everyone was able to dip into the food stands before the area became too crowded. Taking a map, H/Nl suggests starting at Harry Potter’s World, and migrating to all the other regions from there on. 

The clock strikes noon and everyone had already been having a blast. Exploring the mapped out regions, hopping on one ride after another, you and Heeseung partook on the park’s more thrilling rides. You swore, this man was not afraid of anything, for even the most intimidating roller coasters had barely caused him to blink an eye when reaching the peak of its enthralling feature. You couldn’t say the same for yourself since you had grabbed onto his arm and buried your face into his bicep at the start of every ride. Nevertheless, you both were having a great time. 

“Anyone else hungry?” One of the boys vocalizes, to which everyone agreed and opted to go back to the food stands to grab lunch. Finishing up, you guys went back into exploring the remainder of the themed regions in the park, walking from one area to the next. The resort became overbearing as more people started to show up, causing the park to become overcrowded. Still, everyone was determined to explore the rest of the area, and so, you all headed towards the next themed region. While walking, you held hands with Heeseung, often glancing over to take in the sight of him sipping on his rather large drink. You chuckled as he puckered his lips around the straw, and were about to ask him if he was having a good time when unexpectedly, you felt a familiar sense that leaked its way out and started to flow from in between your thighs. 

A sudden rush of warm liquid that dispensed all too quickly, and even though you came prepared with the necessities to contain it, there wasn’t a restroom station nearby for you to tend to the matter. It wouldn’t have made a difference anyhow, much to your despair, since the flow was constant and already dripping down your legs. In a sudden notion, you reached out and grabbed onto Heeseungs arm while your steps came to a halt. He was in mid step when he felt you abruptly grab onto his arm. Turning half way around, he notices the wide eyed stare you dispelled onto the ground, along with the quiet burst of short gasps that escaped your lips. Something was wrong, and he didn’t need to stare at your face long for him to see it. Just as he was about to ask, a crimson trail making its way down your leg catches his eye, in plain sight for the world to see. Moving the slightest bit didn’t help, the movement caused the blood to seep out faster, you were helplessly frozen and didn’t know what to do. 

A large group from behind walks in your direction, and you begin to dread the humiliation that was forthcoming once they take notice of the stains in your dress, and the bright red coating of your legs with the blood pooling in the heel of your sandals. If that wasn’t bad enough, the crew that you came along with turned around after noticing that you and Heeseung were behind, and began to retract their steps to see what was up. A string of individuals and couples pass by and take notice, already making whispering comments that drowns you in a whirlpool of embarrassment. Trapped in between the oncoming crowds, you closed your eyes as your lips began to quiver, when suddenly you felt a cold splash hit you. 

Gasping at the brusque sensation, you look around to find that you were covered from the waist down in red fluid, one that was not leaking out from in between your legs. The ends of your hair had become drenched from the splash, and you look up to see Heeseung standing before you with his cup in hand, completely emptied. The scent of a cherry flavored punch hits your nostrils, you stood confused and stunned upon realizing that he had poured his entire jumbo sized beverage all over you. “Sorry about that babe.” 

You uttered your soft whimpers, trying to formulate words but nothing came out. H/N and Jake arrive with the rest of the group behind them, all in shock at the sight of what looked to be a freak accident. 

“Oh my gosh! Y/N! Are you okay? What happened?” 

H/N assesses the damage, and takes note of the empty cup in Heeseung’s hand, with hints of the juicy residue decorating the rim and dripping on the sides of the container. The plastic lid and straw lay pitifully by your feet, and you remain in shock as you feel yourself bleeding out. 

“My fault, I spilled my drink on her by accident when she asked for a sip.” Heeseung nonchalantly tells the group as he tosses the cup into a nearby trash bin. “Let me take you home, yeah? We should get this off before it ruins your dress.” Taking you by the hand, he walks you to exit the theme park and leads you back to his car. Everyone looked and stared for a moment, remarking how there must have been an incident that resulted in someone obviously spilling their drink on you. Thanks to the red coloring of the juice, every one you had walked passed on your way to the exit wasn't able to notice the blood that continuously dripped from beneath your dress. Opening the door for you, Heeseung sits you down, not at all concerned about the juice–or the blood getting on the seats. “Don’t worry about that babe, that can be taken out.” 

As if he read your mind, he comforts you by expressing his lack of concern for the stain and instead looks at you, flaring a soft smirk. “Seatbelt, beautiful.” 

He gently shuts the door and walks around to the driver’s seat. Starting the car, he doesn’t say a word and acts completely neutral, leaving no hints of intention in explaining the reasoning behind his actions, even though by now it became obvious to you. With your eyes becoming shiny from the tears that were forming, you felt overwhelmed by his quick reaction in saving you from the humiliation that was knocking at your door. But it wasn't just his instinctive reaction, it was the careful and considerate measure of preparations that came along with it.

You had to hear him say it. You had to hear him tell you in his own words why he did it. Why he got cherry flavored punch in a large size, knowing full well that he didn't like fountain drinks because they were too sweet for his liking, especially flavors with red coloring because they contained the most sugar. Yet he had purchased it and took minimal sips as he carried it along, stating that he didn't mind holding onto it even though you offered to take it off his hands, especially when you felt how cold his skin had become from single handedly carrying it during the lengthy walk. You had to hear him tell you...because it was moments like this that reminded you why you fall for this man every day, despite suffering his abrasive sense of love and affection, all drafted by the heavy flaws of obsession, possessiveness.

“...Did…”

“Hmm?” he looks up, slightly raising a brow as he maintains that soft and gentle smirk. “Yes baby?”

“Did you…was that because…”

“What are you trying to say pretty?”

Looking at him with glistening eyes, a single tear escapes your ducts and travels down your cheek. 

“Oh you must be sad because I spilled my drink on you. I’m sorry about that, I had a moment of clumsiness.” Putting the car in reverse, he smoothly backs the car out of the parking space, and maintains his focus on the road as he switches back over to drive. “Tell you what kiddo…” 

Heading towards the main exit, he keeps his eyes on the road as he vocals out his resolve. 

“Why don’t I make it up to you by taking you home, and while you clean yourself up, I’ll get your favorite pastries and make you some tea, and we can sit in and watch some movies. Hmm?” 

You softly smiled as the downpour of tears took over your expression. You quietly mouthed out “thank you” and watched as he let out a faint chuckle while staring down at the steering wheel, waiting at a red light with an expression on his face that was most melancholy.

“For what? It was my fault that we had to leave early, the least I can do is spoil you for the rest of the evening…and tomorrow…maybe even for the next few days.” Looking back into your eyes, he nearly whispers as he raises a hand, and gently drags his finger up along your cheek, collecting the tear drop against his knuckle. “At least let me take care of you for a little while…to make up for my dumb mistake.”

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okay hi, i've finally caught up and have now read the last chapter so here we go !!

(ch. 22/108 rev) — that was intense omfg, cass !! i'm so so glad no one died (i was a little worried for sirius and tee im ngl, i was surprisingly very very sure that nothing happens to harry despite the whole "he's dead" theatrics). from the beginning when they're getting to malfoy manor you can just feel like it's a whole operation, immaculate from the start. i love it when we get tom's pov bc there's just something so raw with his character, like every time he thinks about dumbledore or voldemort (or his actual father) it's just so interesting.

"that the great wizard of his personal legend would again want nothing to do with him."

stop. every time tom gets rejected by one of his counterparts i get sad like hello?? wdym your own self doesn't want you 😭😭 come here pookie, i want you

"He should not want to be coddled. That was childish and stupid. He was no longer the oldest left in Wool's Orphanage. And Voldemort was not his father."

the daddy issues goes crazy here i fear but i do feel for him, he's never really gotten a proper parental figure (at least until now with dumbledore - "he thinks you the son he never had" just hitsss)

""The little bitch bit me!" yelped another man, this one with a high, wheezing voice."

yes hermione !! people who bite in fights are genuinely my fave

"Tee was struck, as they rounded the corner which Bill had just disappeared around, how much Sirius sounded like this woman — looked like her too, he realised, as they emerged into the light."

i will always always eat up a sirius black x bellatrix black parallel. it's my fave thing !! it feels so symbolic (i also just love the house of black and their drama, they are way more complicated than people give them credit for)

"Recognition flashed in Dolohov's eyes. "You like puzzles, eh?"

oh the irony of saying that to a riddle (icb more people don't make jokes with his name... well i can bc he's a young voldemort but STILL harry go at it)

"I want to commit the murder I was sentenced to Azkaban for!"

i love sirius so bad, he's so hilarious like yes pookie, you suffered in a hell-hole, might as well kill the guy who put you there (ofc i would suggest proving his survival and then killing him but what do i know?)

the whole tee vs bella fight is so funny like girl�� that's your dark lord as a jr 😭 but omg i see you've taken the take that bella doesn't know about voldemort's heritage?? (i've seen people think that she is aware and still supports him which kind of doesn't make sense unless she's a hypocrite which strikes me as very ooc for bellatrix unless but then again azkaban + dark arts + grooming + sunk-cost fallacy + fear would be a very dangerous combination for anyone and might very well cause hypocrisy 😭) also nice to know that tom is also struggling to remember his age (he's just like the rest of us)

"He'd forgotten how enjoyable this was. Pushing someone to the edge. Watching them teeter on the cliff."

your honour, he's sick and likes to drive people insane !! (it must say something about me too bc i just found that attractive yikes)

"If you will release my assistant—"

he's so casual about it everything, sigh, dumble will always be a diva referring to a horcrux of a dark lord as "assistant"

ugh harry….. MY POOKIE. i feel like it's just so sad every time he turns into an obscurial, like it hurts ME and i'm not even there so i can only imagine how ruby feels seeing her own brother, her twin she shared a womb with and the majority of her life was by his side felt (she must be feeling esp guilty for her year long camping trip and keeping things from him extra hard)

"Voldemort and Dumbledore were still fighting, oblivious to the rest of the chaos."

they're so obsessed with each other yikes can you at least mind your surroundings? there's a whole obscurial !!!

""I know." He paused. "About what?""

his first instinct to say he's right takes me out (it's also very me so)

"He was probably annoyed about not being first in line."

this is so important though, she's finally opening up !!

the feels in this chapter were so exceptional. i just felt the desperation, the hurt, the panic, the anxiety... and ik dumbledore felt hurt at what tom said ("father and son said what? "what?") when questioned by voldemort but what's curious to me is how ruby tries to act like she expects it (which she might which ig is more powerful since despite it all she was still affected) but she's also deeply hurt by it, just in denial. i do think tom is also unaware that everything he does might've started out a "repaying debts" and "choosing the better options" but definitely along the line he's developed some care for (ruby, dumbledore maybe even harry) and just can't bring himself to admit it or even recognise it. very very interesting dynamics. also, maybe this was like just for narratives sake but... does tom not know ron, hermione, and anthony's names?? 😭 (if he doesn't then that's just hilarious and definitely backs my hc that he's terrible at remembering people's name, esp their first names). also, during my re-read, i noticed that harry and ruby kind of see people they care about in riddle?? (harry sees some of hermione and ruby sees some of harry) and it freaks them out a lot and i think it's because it definitely humanises him to them, esp ruby who would do ANYTHING for her brother as established. i also was wondering about the riddle ring, nice to see ruby's still got it !! idk i just think this series is sick. i have so many thoughts that i've probably forgotten but this is long anyway so i'll end it here !

i'm so so glad no one died

I'm just saving the Major Character Death tag for Year Six (kidding? kidding! am i?)

i was a little worried for sirius and tee im ngl, i was surprisingly very very sure that nothing happens to harry despite the whole "he's dead" theatrics

As I said I don't really have the heart to kill off Sirius (so every threat is kinda empty). And Harry's plot armour is so insane that I was pretty sure I wasn't fooling anyone despite all the cloak and dagger and misdirection and deliberately hiding him from you for the better part of two chapters and waving my hands and yelling HE'S DEAD!!

there's just something so raw with his character

It's the unresolved Daddy Issues (and the fact he's not completely emotionally closed-off yet compared to Voldemort).

yes hermione !! people who bite in fights are genuinely my fave

Well she trapped Rita Skeeter in a jar and came up with the Sneak Curse, she is definitely (canonically) a biter.

i will always always eat up a sirius black x bellatrix black parallel. it's my fave thing !! it feels so symbolic (i also just love the house of black and their drama, they are way more complicated than people give them credit for)

I love love parallels and especially this one, too! It's a shame when they get flattened into the 'Black Madness' or other tropes. I feel like it's not really portrayed in the movies unfortunately (because they both got flanderised).

you've taken the take that bella doesn't know about voldemort's heritage??

Yes, I haven't gone through the Original Texts with a fine-tooth comb to check for Complete Canonicity, though I know a lot of people say Bellatrix probably knew because Wormtail did (but Wormtail is too much of a coward to repeat the Dark Lord's Private Business and blood purity isn't a motivating factor for him, he just wanted to be on the winning side) and Barty at least knew that Voldemort had a bad 'relationship' with his dad, not necessary that he was a Muggle (but I think Voldemort only told him that to make him more loyal), if we just take what we know about Bellatrix and Voldemort at face value, I don't think he would ever tell her that one of his parents is a Muggle no matter how close they were (re: this really short meta and this slightly longer one). Yes, he (both Diary!Tom and Voldemort) told Harry but that's just for the good old 'you're just like me' hero/villain evil speech effect. Maybe this is a heretical take though, idk...

your honour, he's sick and likes to drive people insane !!

"Lord Voldemort is my past, present, and future." (Giving Tom some psychological violence as a treat because Dumbledore said it was his favourite in HBP).

dumble will always be a diva referring to a horcrux of a dark lord as "assistant"

Phineas Nigellus Black said it best, however you feel about Dumbledore, you can't deny he's got style ;)

i feel like it's just so sad every time he turns into an obscurial, like it hurts ME and i'm not even there so i can only imagine how ruby feels seeing her own brother, her twin she shared a womb with and the majority of her life was by his side felt (she must be feeling esp guilty for her year long camping trip and keeping things from him extra hard)

He was literally at his breaking point :(((

Hence the Castor and Pollux mention (at the time I was writing it I was thinking maybe it's too on the nose but they are literally intentionally divine twins-coded so...)

his first instinct to say he's right takes me out (it's also very me so)

Ofc Tom believes he's always right (also, valid).

ik dumbledore felt hurt at what tom said

He was indeed in his feelings.

ruby tries to act like she expects it [...] but she's also deeply hurt by it, just in denial.

Exactly! She has Complex Feelings about Tee for definite (I mean she literally named him and summoned him from the purgatory realm or whatever and befriended him but he's also literally Voldemort).

i just felt the desperation, the hurt, the panic, the anxiety...

I'm so glad all of that came through (I love hurting my characters, ngl)

i do think tom is also unaware that everything he does might've started out a "repaying debts" and "choosing the better options" but definitely along the line he's developed some care for (ruby, dumbledore maybe even harry) and just can't bring himself to admit it or even recognise it.

This!!! Tom is always going to be a character with low empathy IMO but that doesn't mean that he doesn't care at all, even if that's the reality delusion he tries to create for himself.

does tom not know ron, hermione, and anthony's names??

He doesn't. He was never paying attention in the first place lol.

i noticed that harry and ruby kind of see people they care about in riddle?? (harry sees some of hermione and ruby sees some of harry) and it freaks them out a lot and i think it's because it definitely humanises him to them, esp ruby who would do ANYTHING for her brother as established.

Ruby definitely sees Harry in him (because of the canon Harry/Tom parallels 'we even look something alike' and all that) and it (amongst other things) causes major cognitive dissonance. There are definitely Tom/Hermione parallels that Harry picks up in (being Muggle-born/assumed Muggle-born, being know-it-alls) but potentially the worse source of Riddle-related anxiety for him is how Dumbledore sees him (potentially both in the same way) versus the literal existence of Lord Voldemort versus his knowledge of his own parallels.

"Am I meant to feel sorry for him?" It was a genuine question. He could only think of Riddle standing before him the night the castle was attacked. Of the strange, misplaced kinship, of rage and pity. It was like seeing himself in one of those funhouse mirrors; his reflection twisted into something grotesque and disturbing.

[elisedonut]

@callmesel Hello!! C:

the art in question being @/the-colourful-witch's Ernie character spread btw

Ok so!! Ernie Macmillan/Percy Weasley

I know i've mentioned them in passing a little bit but haven't really went heavy into it (or Ernie's character tbh and honestly i think he's really endearing ngl but that shouldn't be surprising)

But we love shipping characters because of similarity in this house and i think they are pretty similar though very different in some key ways

Like they still get to have the whole rich(er) background/poor background which is always a really fun dynamic because legit most things imo point to Ernie being from a more well off family tbh

though the specific hc in that art piece that made my brain click was about Ernie being very excitable when he makes Prefect and ending up talking himself into an excited panic and accidently overwhelming the first years which like i love excitable people with Percy i just think it always lends well to a cute dynamic and i do think that fits well for him he seems a little obvious at times ngl

Like Ernie is for sure a loyal person and I think his acceptance of his mistakes in particular would be something Percy would find admirable (since he struggles more with his pride and has a harder time with it)

Ernie seems like the type who could easily end up in a Ministry position post war which makes for a fun opportunity there

also i think it's cute how clearly he's afraid during COS but still continues arguing with Harry for a few paragraphs while most of the other Hufflepuffs in the scene keep just looking to him

If he hadn’t been feeling so angry, he would have found the sight that greeted him funny: Every one of the Hufflepuffs looked as though they had been Petrified by the sight of him, and the color was draining out of Ernie’s face. “Hello,” said Harry. “I’m looking for Justin Finch- Fletchley.” The Hufflepuffs’ worst fears had clearly been confirmed. They all looked fearfully at Ernie. “What do you want with him?” said Ernie in a quavering voice.

Ernie bit his white lips and then, taking a deep breath, said, “We were all there. We saw what happened.”

“All I saw,” said Ernie stubbornly, though he was trembling as he spoke, “was you speaking Parseltongue and chasing the snake toward Justin.”

No sooner had the scene cleared somewhat than Ernie the Hufflepuff arrived, panting, on the scene. “ Caught in the act!” Ernie yelled, his face stark white, pointing his finger dramatically at Harry. “That will do, Macmillan!” said Professor McGonagall sharply.

Also he's a gossip like yeah yeah this scenario is a bit extreme he's very scared and worried about his friend but like idk the vibes of him talking about Harry(and later Umbridge trying to get into Dumbledore's office) just give me similar vibes to Percy trying to talk about Bagman in GOF

He was at the Quidditch World Cup(mentioned in passing along with Oliver and Cho) which !!! for Ernie/Percy potential ngl like obv not to be all omg they were in the same place but omg they were in the same place and it's a place that was attacked like we don't know what happened when the Weasley's were separated just the end result who's to say Ernie didn't get separated from his family and end up in a situation that leads to a pathetic crush on an unattainable older boy (or just another reason to crush on him if he already has one at that point)

I have nothing to add to these quotes but i want to show you these too real quick but it's kinda a lot so i will hide them under a read more

but TDLR though

I think he's cute and sometimes he says stuff that my brain goes woaw Percy could have said that and that immediately makes me want to ship them like they are not the same but it's almost like Flintwood in a way though way less extreme where it's very

'same Character different font'

like i just think they would get along well if put in the position to and I think he would be very very interesting to ship with Percy in a Post-canon scenario like i think he'd fit that whole Percy gets a secretary who acts just like he did back then towards Barty sr towards him concept like very well especially if Percy did something during the war

also think it could be really cute in a puppy crush way but i think most of Harry's year having a crush on Percy is cute so- also a little harder to pull off because Percy's not his prefect since they're in different houses that's less chance to interact but also a possibility of distance leading to the few that they do have becoming more like ingrained into Ernie's head

ok i think im done yapping for now kafjdslk here are quotes <3

 Ernie Macmillan was one of the few still staring at Professor Umbridge, but he was glassy-eyed and Harry was sure he was only pretending to listen in an attempt to live up to the new prefect’s badge gleaming on his chest.

“I want you to know, Potter,” he said in a loud, carrying voice, “that it’s not only weirdos who support you. I personally believe you one hundred percent. My family have always stood firm behind Dumbledore, and so do I.” “Er — thanks very much, Ernie,” said Harry, taken aback but pleased. Ernie might be pompous on occasions like these, but Harry was in a mood to deeply appreciate a vote of confidence from somebody who was not wearing radishes in their ears. Ernie’s words had certainly wiped the smile from Lavender Brown’s face and, as he turned to talk to Ron and Hermione, Harry caught Seamus’s expression, which looked both confused and defiant.

“I’m sure we can find a night that suits everyone,” said Hermione, slightly impatiently, “but you know, this is rather important, we’re talking about learning to defend ourselves against V-Voldemort’s Death Eaters — ” “Well said!” barked Ernie Macmillan, whom Harry had been expecting to speak long before this. “Personally I think this is really important, possibly more important than anything else we’ll do this year, even with our O.W.L.s coming up!” He looked around impressively, as though waiting for people to cry, “Surely not!” When nobody spoke, he went on, “I, personally, am at a loss to see why the Ministry has foisted such a useless teacher upon us at this critical period. Obviously they are in denial about the return of You-Know-Who, but to give us a teacher who is trying to actively prevent us from using defensive spells — ”

Ernie was looking rather hesitant about signing too. Hermione raised her eyebrows at him. “I — well, we are prefects,” Ernie burst out. “And if this list was found ... well, I mean to say ... you said yourself, if Umbridge finds out ...” “You just said this group was the most important thing you’d do this year,” Harry reminded him. “I — yes,” said Ernie, “yes, I do believe that, it’s just “Ernie, do you really think I’d leave that list lying around?” said Hermione testily. “No. No, of course not,” said Ernie, looking slightly less anxious. “I — yes, of course I’ll sign.”

 Ernie Macmillan was flourishing his wand unnecessarily, giving his partner time to get in under his guard

“He was bluffing,” said Ernie, looking appalled. “He can’t be allowed to dock points ... that would be ridiculous... It would completely undermine the prefect system...”

 Ernie Macmillan had developed an irritating habit of interrogating people about their study habits. “How many hours d’you think you’re doing a day?” he demanded of Harry and Ron as they queued outside Herbology, a manic gleam in his eyes.

‘Tm doing eight,” said Ernie, puffing out his chest. “Eight or nine. I’m getting an hour in before breakfast every day. Eight’s my average. I can do ten on a good weekend day. I did nine and a half on Monday. Not so good on Tuesday — only seven and a quarter. Then on Wednesday — ■”

(talking about the whole Hagrid being attacked by Umbridge thing) “Dreadful, dreadful,” said Ernie, shaking his head pompously. “Well, I’m off to bed... ’Night, all ...”

“I must say, I’m looking forward to seeing Malfoy’s mother’s face when he gets off the train,” said Ernie with some satisfaction, as he watched Malfoy squirm above him. Ernie had never quite got over the indignity of Malfoy docking points from Hufflepuff during his brief spell as a member of the Inquisitorial Squad.

“I must say, I’m looking forward to seeing Malfoy’s mother’s face when he gets off the train,” said Ernie with some satisfaction, as he watched Malfoy squirm above him. Ernie had never quite got over the indignity of Malfoy docking points from Hufflepuff during his brief spell as a member of the Inquisitorial Squad.

When they arrived in the corridor they saw that there were only a dozen people progressing to N.E.W.T. level.(Potions) Crabbe and Goyle had evidently failed to achieve the required O.W.L. grade, but four Slytherins had made it through, including Malfoy. Four Ravenclaws were there, and one Hufflepuff, Ernie Macmillan, whom Harry liked despite his rather pompous manner.

“Harry,” Ernie said portentously, holding out his hand as Harry approached, “didn’t get a chance to speak in Defense Against the Dark Arts this morning. Good lesson, I thought, but Shield Charms are old hat, of course, for us old D.A. lags ... And how are you, Ron — Hermione?”

(apparition class) Ernie Macmillan, on the other hand, had done a kind of pirouetting leap into his hoop and looked momentarily thrilled, until he caught sight of Dean Thomas roaring with laughter at him.

If i said he's almost what some people think Percy is would any of you be mad at me? 🥺

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❖ character sheet here (blank template included) , personality sheet here

❖ pictures: HERE, lookbook on google drive HERE

⚔︎ backstory ⚔︎

❖ Seungyeon came from a poor, working-class Korean family, born in the United States. She is fluent in Korean and English (wish that was me). Her parents were accomplished and educated back in Korea, but once coming to America their degrees and experience meant nothing.

❖ She tended the house as the youngest member, while her family worked at a railroad building camp. Her parents and both older brothers died one night in a mine explosion. The same night, she discovered she had magic and Professor Fig found her. She spent the summer with him at his summer house and then the story kicks off.

❖ Being a summer child, she is younger than most peers her age. The bitch doesn’t know it, but she’s got ADHD out the wazoo and is also so asexually lesbian it hurts to watch. Seungyeon is the densest, most oblivious, least observant fool you’ve ever come across. How Poppy fell for this mess is anyone’s guess.

❖ Seungyeon is Masc and Butch. All the way. She wears mens clothes because the fellas need a role model. Given that she’s shorter than the average guy, she learned how to tailor her clothes. Call her handsome, good looking, a bastard, a fucker… just don’t call her pretty or beautiful.

MORE RANDOM HCS/FACTS HERE (WIP)

⚢ relationships ⚢

❖ poppy+seungyeon ship summary (blank template included)

❖ the Shenanigals: seungyeon, poppy, imelda, priscilla, natsai, cressida, samantha. portmanteau of “shenanigans” and “gals”. because they’re always up to some shit.

❖ Seungyeon is closest with Poppy, then Imelda.

❖ I ship Kogawa x Weasley and also Garlick x Ryan in the background because… it just makes sense.

questions? comments? critiques? send me an ask~ 안녕!

[cealesti]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

(though as far as I can tell there's just 19 questions? is the 20th question the tagging?)

Thank you so much for the tags @00queasy00 and @izharmilgram !!! this was a blast!!

1. how many works do you have on ao3? 15!

2. what's your total ao3 word count? 221370.... wow that's wild

3. what fandoms do you write for? mostly harry potter, but i also have some bnha works!!

4. top five fics by kudos: (from most to least) "with eyes like these (who sees anybody else)", "Ridiculous", "with friends like these (who needs anybody else)", "Curious", "can't commit to anything but a crime"

5. do you respond to comments? ....i've been trying to but i'm generally not very good at it ;v; i think i've managed to respond to all comments on "with eyes like these"!

6. what is the fic your wrote with the angstiest ending? uuuh that'd be "it's my problem, it's my problem (if i feel the need to hide)", a hurt/no comfort bakugou-centric oneshot

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? oh i'm not very good at those. "hope is a four-letter word" i suppose!

8. do you get hate on fics? not really!

9. do you write smut? i've recently started dabbling. i find it very difficult ngl lmao

10. craziest crossover? no official crossovers, but i guess all the AFTG characters i slipped into "with eyes like these" lmao

11. have you ever had a fic stolen? not that i know of :^)

12. have you ever had a fic translated? not that i know of!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before? uh. kinda? not in the way you think :p i'd like to give it a shot though

14. all time favorite ship? tomarrymort <33 though i'm very much not normal about a handful of ships

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? NONE i will finish ALL of them!! (fingers crossed i get to "can't commit to anything but a crime" next year!)

16. what are your writing strengths? i think i'm quite good at writing distinct narrative voices. it's something i enjoy reading and so it's something i put a lot of thought into when writing

17. what are your writing weaknesses? i've grown better at dialogue, so right now my main struggle is with describing actions? i tend to over-explain or explain things awkwardly and only realize it later. probably an ESL thing that i have to work on

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language? if it's mean to be understood by the readers and/or pov character, then it should be used in moderation. if not, then i have no opinion :p

19. favorite fic you've written? oh man. i genuinely can't pick. the "anybody else" series is obviously my baby and i've poured a lot of blood sweat and tears into it. but "hope is a four-letter word" is my greatest writing success and i think "fly high" will be extremely fun to write whenever i go back to it so.... hard to pick!!

i'm tagging @saintsenara @atlantablack @shadow-of-the-eclipse @officialsporkintheroad @obsidianpen and anyone else who might want to do this!!

[curious-about-dramas]

The Heart Killers EP10 - (text) reaction

I both love and hate that this is episode 10 already.

It feels like it lasted longer - and I think it's because the episodes last longer and I feel that they are packed of things happening (it is also possibile that I may be in too deep).

But the fact that it will end in 10 days now is so sad. JoongDunk and FirstKhaotung are respectively my first and second most liked Thai CPs, and this was from before this series. And I usually really like P'Jojo's vision and also we're out of high-school/university. I feel like I'll never get another series that has all these ingredients, that I love so much separately, all together.

I'll enjoy it as much as I can.

PART 1 / 4

They didn't show the kiss in the ocean at night from the last EP, but they showed the one on the boat LOL. Fandom sure has eagle eyes and JoongDunk will always be joondunking.

I just saw a tag with PORSCHE written on it - like seriously, Fast & Furious, Harry Potter, and now Porsche with edits requested on Twitter using One Direction songs … have you literally created this show for me specifically, P'Jojo?! You also got my 2 most favorite CPs in all of Thai BL (my 3rd being FortPeat which is not GMMTV).

The boyfriends are still trying to change the brothers' mind, this time with real words unlike EP6. The outcome is the same though. Sigh!

Also part 1 is 24 minutes long … I love that it's longer than normal.

"Don't jinx it, dude." He literally took thge words out of my mouth. It's kinda obvious that all the talk from Fadel & Bison was mostly for Style, because Kant looks much more defeated and surrendered; also, is that some stubble on First's chin?

I like that they're doing research on their own, to find the truth … but why mother, Bison?! Please, Fadel, do it on your own.

New identities - the lawyers photos? Yep, the very same. BTW I recognized Joong from his voice alone (just like my 1D boys; but also, please help me).

Why do I get the feeling that those 2 company names are very much tied with them specifically? The music's also changed. I was kinda waiting for either Fadel or Bison to pull the gun on Ruerat as soon as Bison pocketed the check. I guess they want him to know first.

Oooh, our sweet like crazy phycho Bison. See, this I was expecting.

"Who sent you? // It doesnt matter who sent us! (…) Why did you kill MY parents?" Oh sweetie! He's too emotional because it's his parents; you wouldn't think he's actually a professional cold-bloded serial killer.

Oh, he knows Lilly! Interesting. I kinda hate that I've read the novel at the moment. I think they will keep this part as is, so basically I've spoiled myself.

Fadel was soo sexy pulling that gun from behind his back, ngl. I get you now, Style, I really do.

Ooh, ok, this is slightly different then, Lilly worked for Ruerat. But then how is he involved the parents' murder? Because if she worked FOR him, then she killed FOR him. Right? So, don't trust Mother, absolutely, but also kill Ruerat.

I think more answers are needed though; kidnap anyone? Oh, so this is why Fadel is so frustrated in this abandoned place with Bison.

"What even was real?" -- good question. It's all different now, who's supposed to be their target. Also, why aren't they followed again by a shooter? Why was Fadel shot at only when with Style? Joong looks so young though with lighter colored clothes, he doesn't look like Bison's older brother here, although he's still behaving like one.

Bison is really easy with blaming Mother, she has been suppressing him all along with being a hitman, so I guess it's easier for him to believe Ruerat. I see Fadel is more hesitant. Maybe learning about a certain someone disappearing 2 years ago will help him decide? (But also, I hate that he still has to learn about that. I wonder if it's this episode or next.)

"Should we kill her? She taught us to kill bad people. What she did to us was beyond evil." Yeah, karma's a bi*ch.

I see Fadel still trying to contain psycho Bison, but he is at a loss for words. He looks like he couldn't tell left from right.

Yeah, she knows them really well. They will have to think outside the box on this one. Again, my novel spoilers mind aargh! I've never regretted reading a book, but with this one I'm very close, really. the novel was so short and simple compared to the series, but the main points of the story are still the same, that's why I feel like the novel was basically drama spoilers, nothing more.

The boyfriends at the same restaurant as in EP6, still talking about the brothers' last mission. This time they really cannot do anything.

That is a staged kill, right? Also, it is kinda funny projecting murder proof photos in a normal conference room in a normal business building.

Aaaaaaaaand there's the spider web tattoo. Mystery solved.

Keen learning what is the only way out of this life doesn't look promising. But who knows? If he really isn't that good with guns …

Babe is back! My guess is all those novels he's reading are what's making him so romantic.

Bowling all alone, watching others be together … oh, Kant. It's a memory, Bison jumping in Kant's arms!

Ooh, look at little Bison hiding behind the courtains. Did he mean to show himself or did he have bad luck with Kant turning at just the perfect moment?

"Nothing hurts more than not seeing you." Ooh, looks who's being cheesy and romantic! Good job, Kant!

I wonder why he's not telling Bison and Fadel about the police and whatever evidence those have. Like, Kant is/was sure the brothers would end up in jail, so why isn't he telling them these things? Still, I love his determination in helping Bison.

Man, Dunk is flexing so much with those 2 tyres, LOL. He said Fadew, right?

He's saying the exact same things as Kant … it looks the same as in EP7 when Fadel & Bison went after Style & Kant after learning that they were the snitches. Mmmh.

PART 2 / 4

"When I'm in, I'm all in, body and soul" while smirking at Fadel. Ooh Style, please never change! I was wondering in the 1st part why there were so little quotes that I wanted to write down -- it's because Style was missing from most of it.

"I'm not saying it to be cool, I'm saying it to be yours." Ahahaha. I guess someone REALLY missed Fadel, missed bickering with Fadel. KantBison just laughing on the side, so beautiful.

Bison is leaving Style to Fadel. I mean, it makes sense, but also, poor Fadel. Although this division of chores feels interesting - Style has seen Keen twice already; well 3 times if you count the thrift shop, but then he didn't see his face. Maybe this will trigger some memories?

C'mon brother-in-law, it's just you missing. -- me translating Kant

That is not proper hitman investigation behaviour, Bison! I love it. Although, he hugged Fadel to death when he was teasing him about having a boyfriend, so I guess it's standard Bison behaviour. Exactly, focus, guys! Also, did they steal a real taxi?! I mean, Kant can, right?

FadelStyle are so suspicious, it's sadly funny.

Why didn't Fadel mention that Keen shot them before?! Style almost gave them away … again. They were making a lot of noise, especially in an empty place like that. What kind of place is it though? Like, how is Keen the only person eating there?

That kiss was soooo smooth, it's Kant's turn to not be serious on the job. Cunning First looks interesting.

Style trying to be unconspicuous while wearing RED screams so much Bison. At least it's not a crop top, right? Please use the fire alarm behind Fadel and not try with room service or some other stupid idea, Style. Cunning Dunk doesn't look nearly as interesting as First … and i'm kinda betting there's a reason for that.

Absolutely, equal rights for men and women - and to me it creepy from both. I am not a fan of "Stifler's mom" kind of adults.

And I just can guess who is a young, handsome caddy. What?! Mother doesn't fall for it? Smart lady.

First looks so tall near that other lady. He's helping her very much like how he helped "Shorty in red" in EP1, right? Is Bison jealous on the side instead of hiding?

Style looks so smart with that outfit. Dunk's gonna kill it as Kamin, I just know it. They've gone with room service, of course. At least it's not Keen who's answering. But also, isn't Fadel aware that Keen knows Style's face? Why risk it like this? Ooh, look at me being right.

PART 3 / 4

So, so far we've had Bison, then Fadel, and now Kant playing "hosts". Will we get 4/4, like we did with the bum grabs? I mean, fair is fair.

Bison being far all by himself, while trying not to be suspicious is kinda funny. Lilly seems really good at being vigilant, wonder how she doesn't recognize her own son.

Fadel is kinda provocative, maybe thinking he knows Keen, mmh. Also, watching FadelStyle kneeling on that red carpet/whatever - I mean 3 bows and they're married, according to period Chinese dramas, vey fitting since it's Chinese New Year today.

Ooh, see, GPS on the car, I knew it! Thank you for confirming it.

Right, because Keen was also an orfan like Fadel and Bison. Ok, I dig it. Still, I don't understand then -- were they failing at stalking … on purpose? Was the goal to actually recruit Keen or is this just a way out? Fadel is too calm, Style too. OMG, look at Style - good job!

Ok, so I know this is a BL, but like everyone is gay here. Keen's boyfriend, Fadel's boyfriend, Bison's boyfriend - I mean Mother, you sure knew how to pick them.

So, the simplest theory then - Mother had him killed, Keen knew, but by how's he's telling it, it doesn't feel like he had anything to do about it. I do find it weird then that Fadel wasn't more suspicious about his ex ghosting him.

"Do you love him more than your Mother?" A good question, indeed.

Style got his little revenge kick. Good for him, he's got to live with a scar too, now.

PART 4 / 4

Where is this abandoned pool though? Both Fadel and Bison know it. Also, abandoned, but there are lights and electricity, oops.

The police is still mysteriously missing. And it's missing since they escaped the hospital. Didn't the captain realize Kant is back? And if he/Kant is back, after either kidnapping or being kidnapped by Bison, then maybe he knows something?

"Put this on me." Ooh, he still has it. Ok, he recovered it, but still. It is meaningful for them.

And now Titanic - so many western references. So this makes Bison Rose, right? Well, he loves red, so it's very fitting. EDIT: someone on Twitter mentioned that both FK weren't even born when Titanic came out, ouch.

"I prefer reenacting another scene, though. // Which one? // The one in the car." Yes please, Bison, we haven't had an NC scene since forever, especially between you and Kant. Kissing every single finger, so sexy. Also, FirstKhaotung can kiss, man. I gotta check something though, let me watch it again. Yeah, missed opportunity, but still very much 1000/10. EDIT: why do I even try, really. I should know by now I am blind. Thank you, random person on Reddit for pointing out that this is (finally) a full blown kiss, tongue and all (55:05). You go, Bison!

I love how it's Kant leaning on Bison here, trusting him, (role?) playing with him. This is what I appreciate most in M/M -- they're both men, there is no woman, which means there are no gender norms and/or social prejudices to be bestowed on them. They get to choose how they want to live their love, in everything, every single time.

Fadel is mourning his ex. It's fair. He thinks he's scary and let's be real, it's true. If we - normal people in real life - were to meet a hitman/serial killer I don't know how many would still stay, how many wouldn't be afraid. Style is not the norm.

The way Fadel looked at Style for a moment, like asking - Are you really still here? Why? "I don't want to have any expectations just to be disappointed." I mean, given his history and his job, it's the sanest way to live.

Yeah, the fact that he didn't even suspect his ex disappearance is … a bit odd. I guess he trusted very much the people that knew about him, like Mother and Keen, but not his ex. I do wonder if Bison knew about him. Two-ish years is a long time though, he probably knew.

Joong is crying so beautifully here … oh sweetie. "Please just leave me." What?! NO!!!!

I love the absence of music, it's just JoongDunk now. Again, like in EP5. And Style is saying the same things as in EP5, just this time Fadel also sees that Style knows what he's saying because he knows the whole truth and it very much still on board.

He really is Fadel's soulmate 100%. I love that they found each other, it's amazing to watch.

That hug, man … yeah, I'm crying too.

And the preview - confronting Mother, ok, I like this, but why does it look like she's about to cry? What is trying to pull on them? Oops, I called the police apparently. Also, why are they all wearing -- those colors are too dark and too serious, even Bison has red and black. "Why not just get married?" Yeeees, absolutely, say it louder Style's dad. Two proposals then? So the lovey-dovey is next week, not this one. I do wonder if there's some time skip - it changed to abruptly from police stopping them to being in love and talking marriage.

[lvmimis]

jasmine and ivy!

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

ngl i liked harry potter and twilight as a tween but jk rowling is unhinged as we know and twilight is honestly just hilarious in retrospect (although i could probably watch a couple scenes independently for giggles)

ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?

tbh i don’t ever shut up when i’m with people i love and i just kind of say whatever comes to mind so if I’m quieter or more careful i’m either upset or exhausted.

i’m a grown woman who binkies. we exist.

i also have a laugh specifically for when I’m extremely irritated; in fact, i’ve been told it’s unfortunately kind of fun to see me aggravated cuz everything i say is incredibly sarcastic and my voice gets higher and higher as i go

[jegulusofwesper]

BESTIE I WILL JUMP WITH YOU

HES SO POOKIE IM ☹️☹️☹️

he looks so warm in that jacket also why is he so pretty!

[sunflowervolum-6]

Harry's voice is so soothing

[love-strawberry]

lose you to somebody else

summary : in which she releases an album about heartbreak and how much it ruined her but he already seems to be moving on.

pairing : harry styles x reader

warnings : language

author's note : this is so messy but i hope you like it!! thank you for reading!! should i do a part ii?

tagged : @0oolookitsme

lost you to someone better ii

i'm happy, isn't that great iii

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y/n_ 'sorry tonight i'm somewhere else' out now!! this album is soooo close to heart and i'm so fucking excited to share it with you. i've written every song with immense care and love and i really hope you love them as much as i do!! thank you all so much for supporting me, i love you <3

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username when you realise that "it didn't hurt me when you said goodbye as much as it did when you didn't say 'i love you' back" is about her and harry

username JSKDHDNAKSNBSNZMD

tomholland2013 amazing album, darling!! so proud of you <3

-> y/n_ thank youuuu so much, tom!! <3

username okay but tom and y/n?

zendaya im sobbing THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND

username harry and y/n :(

username i miss them so much

username "the way you said my name still echoes in my mind, i hope one day you say it again" </3

niallhoran 🤍🤍

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arianagrande ❤️

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harrystyles love you to 🌙

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username "the way you flipped out too easily i get it now, the way you said you didn't love me, made it make sense now" i get it now-

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y/n_ love love love love love

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username her album is iconic

tomholland2013 🦋🌙

-> y/n_ 🤍

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harrystyles 'we were happy' out now. thank you all very much for supporting me, this one's for you and that one special person whom i love very much. you're everything to me.

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username harry 🤝 y/n making us all cry with their lyrics

username harry releasing this after breaking up with olivia for a special person

mitchrowland i haven't stopped crying. thank you for this absolute gem

username the way his voice cracks when he sings "we were happy, weren't we? why'd i have to go ruin it all? we could've stayed till eternity, guess it just wasn't in our cards"

y/n_ amazing song, h!! so proud of you :)

-> harrystyles thank you so much! means a lot x

username this physically hurts me

username am i a bad person if im happy that olivia and harry broke up?

username okay so we all know that that special person is y/n

username im sorry but "i'll call up again tonight, your voice mail picks up for me. i'll say that i'm so sorry, but we were happy, weren't we?" had no reason to hurt me like this when i've never been in a relationship

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[panandinpain0]

Birthday Date

Howdy, fellas

Percy Weasley x Male!Reader

Don't judge me- I've always liked (*cough* simped *cough*) his character, sooooo...

Also, it's been a while since I've read the books or watched the movies so I'm a little hazy on the actual plot/what happened with Percy and his family...

This really was just a whim.

It's really fluffy

Warnings: Swearing, Spying?, it's lowkey stalking ngl, but not in a super creepy or obsessive way...

Hope you enjoy!

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The Weasley family sat around the dinner table. But it wasn't right. It was eerily silent, especially for the Burrow. The only sounds were the silverware scraping on the glass plates.

It was Percy Weasley's birthday, and none of the family had contacted him in years.

"Bloody hell, have you really not talked to him for years?" Hermione burst out, putting down her silverware and looking at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, then to each sibling.

"No, 'Mione, we haven't," Ron responded, not even he held the heat he used to when his brother was mentioned.

"I know what Percy did was wrong, but..." Harry trailed off, not having the heart to look up from his plate.

Mrs. Weasley burst into tears, covering her face with her hands as Mr. Weasley wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"I- really, I just want to know how he's doing! Is he safe? Is he even alive?!" Molly sobbed, her voice dripping with tears. She was bordering on hysteric.

"Why don't you go talk to him?" Hermione asked, leaning forward with a sympathetic look on her face as she regarded Molly.

"He won't want to talk to me- to any of us," Mr. Weasley responded, rubbing Molly's shoulder.

"You know more spells than most of us, 'Mione, do you think there's one that could help us now?" Harry asked, looking over at his childhood friend.

Hermione thought for a moment, biting her lip as she contemplated.

"Oh!" She perked up as if a lightbulb had went off in her head. "I do have one..."

After dinner, which had been more lively after the solution was suggested, they all crowded into the sitting room.

"I'm not sure if this'll work, but it should, if I do it correctly. Any ideas what he could be doing on his birthday?" Hermione asked lightheartedly as she double checked the spell book she carried.

"I'm not sure, but I hope we can find out," Fred responded, exchanging happy looks with his twin. They'd never been to fond of Percy but you never knew what you had until it's gone.

"Alright, hold on tight," Hermione warned, casting the spell over them all. They went from standing on their creaky wood floors to being in the middle of a street, standing on the damp asphalt, seeing as it had rained previously. They were standing in front of a restaurant who's light flooded through the tall windows and cast over the street.

"Just to be clear, we can see them, but they can't see us," Hermione informed the group, everyone looking around them to see what was going on.

"Where are we?" Ron asked.

"Is this that new street they built off of Diagon Alley? I'm pretty sure one of our old Gryffindor mate's own this restaurant," Harry observed.

The group's attention was quickly caught by the sound of talking coming in their direction. Laughter...

"I'm not joking," Percy Weasley said through his laughter.

His family all stared at him. Percy Weasley was walking in a nice suit, holding hands with a man, both of them seemingly very happy.

"It seems like it would be a joke," the other man replied, not being able to stop smiling.

The group was taken aback by the American accent. They never expected Percy to be in a relationship, much less with an American man. The two walked until they were in the middle of the windows, though the customers inside payed them no mind.

"Hey," the man caught Percy's wrist and gently tugged him into his arms, wrapping an arm around his waist and holding his jaw.

"(Y/N)?" Percy asked, wrapping his arms around (Y/N)'s middle.

"Happy birthday, my love," (Y/N) whispered, smiling and pressing his forehead to Percy's, their breath visible in the cold.

Percy's face dusted a light pink as he smiled at the man in front of him.

"I love you," Percy whispered back.

"I love you more." (Y/N) swooped down for a kiss, capturing Percy's lips in his own. "Now, come, I got reservations and it's cold." They both laughed and (Y/N) held open the door, entering after Percy.

Mrs. Weasley was crying again, holding a hand to her mouth as she tried to keep it in. They all watched as (Y/N) took off Percy's coat, leading him to the table and pulling out his chair for him. After ordering (Y/N) leaned his hand across the table and joined hands with Percy in the middle, rubbing his thumb over Percy's knuckles. The two were entranced with each other, it was beautiful to watch.

The spell wore off then, and they were all back in the Burrow's sitting room. It was mostly silent, until Molly broke it.

"He seems happy, right?" she asked in a quivering voice.

"Very happy," George agreed, wrapping an arm around his mother.

"You should write to him," Hermione advised, wiping away a few stray tears. She had been touched by the sweet display.

"Who do you think that was? His boyfriend- husband? Surely he wouldn't have gotten married without telling us?" Molly asked frantically.

"Come on, mum, we'll get you things to write to him," Fred said, helping George lead her to the desk.

"Maybe we all should. Write him, that is..." Mr. Weasley proposed, trailing off. He felt like he was the worst father, casting out his son for such a trivial thing, looking back.

"I think that's a wonderful idea, Mr. Weasley," Harry said, patting him on the shoulder.

If they had watched for longer they would see you pull out a box with a ring inside, and Percy frantically nod his head yes. You weren't his husband, not yet, and Molly was right. He wouldn't get married without telling her.

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I'm gay :)

-Author Max <3

[squadxx4392]

(Friend and I were chatting and we got bored asf, so we did this)

Draco : *Just pulled Pansy off of Harry* NO! Back off you devil!

Pansy : Fine! I'm gonna go hook up with that Muggleborn you hate! She's hot and she'll let me hug her! *angrily stomping away*

Harry: *actually overwhelmed and hates the attention*

Hermione : What the fuck is going on- oh hey Pansy- but seriously what? wait why are you hugging me-?

Pansy: Draco wouldn't let me hug Harry 😞

Ron : *stuffing his face and turning to Blaise* The fuck happened-?

Blaise : Don't ask

Harry: *panicking*

Luna : *Simultaneously appearing* Hello Harry. Are you alright?

Draco: SPACE GIVE HIM SPACE SHOO SHOO *also backing away*

Harry : Hey don't shoo away my emotional support Luna! *grabbing her and hugging her*

Draco: *scoffs* I never ever get hugs from you but you hug my cousin all the time 🙄 *currently jealous*

Harry : She's my emotional support human, fuck off!

Luna : *trying to stifle her laughter*

Draco: *cries 😢 and walks off sad*

Draco: *plops down on the floor and cries more*

Theo : I- what?

Harry : I don't regret it

Draco: I'm going on a walk 😞

Neville : You're all going to Hell. Goodbye! *somehow sinks into the floor*

Draco: ... I hope I go to hell ngl

Ginny : NoO-

Draco: *goes out for a walk and doesn't come back for a long ass time*

Pansy : Has anyone seen Dray-?

Harry : no

Ron: He said he was going on a walk

Ginny : Luna, send out the beast

Ron: BEAST WHAT!? GINNY NO THATS BLAISE'S FRIEND

Luna : *pulling out a can that's rattling* alright, girl, sniff *releases a big ass tarantula*

Ron: HELL NO BLAISEEEE

Blaise : FUCK OFF I'M READING

Draco: *in a tree resting his eyes*

Luna : *appearing behind him* hello Draco!

Draco : *falls out of the tree*

Draco: JESUS CHRIST DONT DO THAT

Ginny : HA! LOSER!

Draco: I'm not in the mood leave me be 🙄

Hermione : You're not getting that out of us. Come on you arsehole

Draco: Uh no

Harry : Dude put on your walkman and come on! We're hijacking a car and going on a fucking road trip in America!

Draco: I'm good, take Luna instead 🙄

Luna : All of us are going, dickhead! Pull your head out of your arse and come on!

Draco: I'm seriously not in the fucking mood.

Blaise : We were gonna let you burn down the first house we saw but if you don't wanna come, whatever. Let's go

Draco: Thank you. Finally being left alone

Severus: No. You're going with them. *throws him over his shoulder*

Ginny : Listen to your uncle, Dray!

Draco:... I hope to off myself very soon

Pansy : Draco nO-

Draco: Yes.

Theo : Funny how you think death would get you out of this friendship. Because it isn't 🥰

Draco: Oh but it will

Pansy : Nah it's not. We'll haunt you in the afterlife

Draco: Istg. I'm going to move out of this country.

Ginny : You do realize all of us would.move WITH you, right? You're never getting rid of us. Now then, drive bitch!

Harry : *starts going 150 mph down the freeway they are suddenly on*

Draco: *gets out of the car*

Draco: *jumps out* Cya

Neville : Wingardium Leviosa; DRACO I WILL STRAP YOU TO THE ROOF OF THE FUCKING CAR DON'T PLAY WIT ME

Draco: I hate you all.

Draco: *mumbles* Except Harry

Luna : Awww we love you too <3

Draco: Yeah whatever. *rests his eyes*

Ron : Mate, we can go faster than this. Speed up the car, I want McDonald's!

Harry: No.

Blaise : *pushes Harry out of the driver's seat and starts going 250 mph* Next stop : McDonalds

Harry : Oh you FuCkIng himbo-

Draco: *puts earbuds in*

Hermione : Please share-

Draco: *hands her an extra pair*

Hermione : Thank you

Blaise : What d'you all want? We're here

Draco: *listening to music*

Ron: Hamburger 🤤

*Narrator's voice* Will they all get McDonald's? How will they get home? Where even are they?? Tune in next time on HARRY POTTER RANDOMNESS!

Friend : 😺 This was great I need another episode

Me : ikr? We must tune in for the next episode! look it's coming on!

(Fr tune in for the next bit)

[prttydolls]

forgiveness — d.m

ೃ⁀➷  read part 1 here !

ೃ⁀➷  warnings : breakup, crying, Cussing, Mentions of eating and witch craft.

ೃ⁀➷  a/n : bro,, yall are too nice with the other fic I wrote. I'm so happy ngl— so I'm making this kinda long for you guys :)) also shits about to go dowwnnnnn >;D also, this is not proof read!!

the next day, she woke up with the worst headache in the world. probably because from her non-stop crying from the last night. She looked across the room, it was empty. usually draco her so called ”boyfriend”. They hung out on her dorm since “hers was far better, than his” as draco would say.

She got ready for the day, and packed up all her books and fled.

she stepped in the great Hall just to see, a blonde looking at the huge door. It's like he was expecting that she would come. I mean hell— she came in late. She didn't pay attention to her lover and sat with her friend. not to mention zachaira Smith “morning how did you sleep flower?” zacharia greeted. “terrible.” she rolled her eyes as she groaned. “what happened?” zacharia asked curiously.

“i can't really tell you yet, Where's hannah?”

then suddenly a pair of fingers were on y/nʼs shoulder. “Boo!~” hannah whispered to her ear. “ahh! What the fuck?!” y/n quietly yelled (does that make sense?)

“nothinggg” hannah said taking a seat aside the (your hair color) haired girl. “what classes do you guys have?” bernie asked. “oh, I've got potions.” y/n said reading on a small piece of parchment.

them the bell rang. “see you guys at lunch!”

She arrived at the potions, just to see the blonde she had been avoiding.

the other seats were full, the only vacant spot was next to him. She had no other choice but to sit next to the boy. Snape isn't present yet, so it would be awkward.

“hey baby, I haven't been with you since last night where were you?” draco places his hand on her thigh. she took a look at him and looked back onto her book, as if he wasn't there.

“baby?”

no response.

“y/n, this isn't funny.”

Still no response.

y/n just looked at him blankly, whilst draco was confused and concerned. he noticed that y/n took something from her bag.. what could it POSSIBLY be?

y/n pulled out her gun.

then Snape arrived the classroom, thank god— she silently said. “today we will be creating—” snapes voice became muffled with the murmurs with other students.

Draco didn't even listen to a bit of snapes instruction, he was confused why was y/n was ignoring him.

“i expect you to get to work now, for those who fail I will detuct 10 points from their house.”

wait what?

Drack hadn't listen what potion were they making? he saw his girlfriend move to the closet to get her materials. he was as confused as ever.

he decided to copy what people had been bringing onto their desks, he silently prayed to merlin that whatever concoction he was making will give him a decent grade.

20 minutes in, it seemed like draco had failed. until a voice was heard. “proffesor I'm done.”

“Very well Ms. Y/l/n, please pass your couldron to that table, once your done you are dismissed.” Snape instructed.

Its almost night time and draco was losing his shit.

Y/N wasn't even paying attention to his owlʼs, or whatsoever all she gave was a “I'm sorry, I have something to do.”

he found her in the astromany tower, with books all over. this was the spot where they asked eachother out. now she's all alone in that very spot.

“y/n.” he called. Her head shot up at him, her eyes widened. “can you tell me why are you avoiding me?”he questioned.

“im not.”

“yes you are.” he stepped forward.

“no..”

“yes.”

She took few deep breaths and looked at him sternly. “so what if I'm avoiding and distancing my self from you. I don't want to look like a dog infront of people.” She scoffed reminding his words from the other night.

“wait you heard—”

“that's not all! You called me rude names,, and.. You called me insecure.. But you would act the same if I was talking to Harry!” She cried, tears were forming her eyes.

Dracoʼs heart shattered, he had not only called her names but broke her heart..

“but that's different he's my enemy!” draco argued back, now his eyes were also forming with tears. “so? You know that I don't like Astoria! She clearly likes you, and your so fucking blind!”

Draco scoffed, “well ofcourse cusʼ your the only girl that catched my eye.” dracos voice started to break. “the only girl that catched your eye, but still called her a dog, a leech, insecure.”

“if you really think about me that way, then why couldn't you tell me? Instead of... Talking behind my back.”

“it's not- because—” draco was stopped with a finger being placed on his lips. “I'm sorry, we aren't just working anymore.”

no. No.. NO!

Those words were the only things that were in dracos mind. “please baby! I won't let you get through this again I'll make sure I'll show you everything you deserve just please please! Don't leave me!!” he pleaded.

She sighed, and started to pack her stuff silently. “goodbye.”

ೃ⁀➷ a/n : making a part three cuz why not 😝 also, last part will be very floffy

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