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yoonjoongles · 6 months ago

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The Sweater - Two

-> Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Y/n

-> Summary: After a stormy night together, Y/n and Cheol share cozy moments over hot chocolate and cuddles with Cheol's dog, Kkuma, after waking up to a peaceful morning filled with love.

-> Word count: 1250

-> Part 1

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As the storm continued outside, the movie playing came to an end, filling the room with the soft hum of the TV and the occasional crack of thunder. Y/n and Seungcheol sat in comfortable silence, the warmth of their closeness making the howling wind seem distant and unimportant. Kkuma laid curled up at their feet, her presence adding an extra layer of warmth to the cozy scene.

Seungcheol shifted slightly, drawing his lover’s attention. He turned to face her, his eyes shining with affection. “How about we make some hot chocolate?” he suggested with a smile tugging at his lips.

He watched as Y/n’s face lit up with enthusiasm. “That sounds perfect. I’ll get the cocoa and marshmallows while you grab the mugs and the milk?”

Without waiting for a reply, they disentangled themselves from the blanket, and Y/n very reluctantly slipped out of Seungcheol’s cozy sweater as to not get it dirty in the kitchen. She carefully folded it and set it aside, silently promising herself she’d put it back on once they settled on the couch again. Kkuma followed them to the kitchen, her tail wagging happily Together, they moved to the large kitchen of Seungcheol’s apartment, working in tandem with an ease that clearly spoke of their growing connection.

As Seungcheol heated the milk on the stove, Y/n rummaged through the cabinets for the cocoa and marshmallows. She quickly managed to find the cocoa but had to stand on her tiptoes to reach the bag of fluffy marshmallows on the top shelf. Seungcheol chuckled lightly as he noticed her struggle and stepped in, easily grabbing the bag and handing it to her.

“Thanks,” Y/n said, smiling up at him.

“No problem,” he replied, leaning down to plant a quick gentle kiss on her forehead. “Teamwork, right?”

She grinned. “That’s right.”

With the milk warmed, they mixed in the cocoa and poured the steaming liquid into two large mugs. Y/n topped them off with a generous handful of marshmallows, watching as they began to melt not the rich chocolate. The couple returned to the living room, mugs in hand, and settled back onto the couch, wrapping the blanket around them once more, while Kkuma hopped onto the couch and snuggled between them, content to be part of the warm cocoon. After settling down, Y/n pulled her boyfriend’s sweater back over her head, savoring its warmth and the comforting scent that lingered.

For a while the two sipped their hot chocolate in silence, enjoying the simple pleasure of being together after a week of working hard and barely seeing each other in the process. The storm seemed to be calming outside, the thunder growing distant and the rain turning into a gentle patter against the windows.

Y/n leaned her head on Seungcheol’s shoulder, feeling a sense of contentment she hadn’t known in a long time. “This is nice,” she murmured. “I could get used to this.”

Seungcheol tightened his arm around her, his thumb moving to trace comforting circles on her arm. “Me too. I love having you here.”

She tilted her head to be able to look up at him, her heart swelling in her chest at the tenderness she found in his eyes. “I love being here.”

He grinned, leaning down to capture her lips in a gentle kiss. When they parted, he rested his forehead against hers. “How about we make this a regular thing? Hot chocolate, stormy nights, my sweater, Kkuma of course, you and I?”

As the last of the storm faded in the night, they sat together, wrapped in each other and the promise of many more nights like this to come. Kkuma yawned and nestled closer to them, a content sigh escaping her.

The next morning dawned clear and bright, the storm having left behind a fresh feeling in the air. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, gently waking Y/n before Seungcheol. She stretched lazily, feeling the cozy weight of his sweater still around her body. Kkuma was already awake, wagging her tail happily as she realized Y/n was getting up.

Careful not to disturb him, Y/n slipped out of bed and padded her way to the kitchen to get started on making some coffee. As she waited for the pot to brew, she took a moment to glance around Seungcheol’s apartment, her gaze softening at the familiar sight, and she realized how at home she felt there. Every small detail, from the mismatched mugs to the several picture frames hanging on the walls containing photos of the SEVENTEEN members, Seungcheol’s family and even some of the two of them together from the time when the two were still only friends, spoke of Seungcheol’s personality and their growing bond.

The coffee maker beeped, and Y/n poured two cups, adding just the right amount of sugar to Seungcheol’s, before carrying them back to the bedroom, the scent of fresh coffee filling the air. Seungcheol was stirring, his hair adorably tousled, and his eyes opened to find her standing there with a warm smile on her face and two steaming mugs.

“Good morning,” she said softly, as if scared to break the comfortable atmosphere in the room, before handing him his coffee.

“Good morning,” he replied, sitting up and accepting the mug. He took a sip, sighing contentedly. “You make the best coffee.”

Y/n laughed, settling back into bed beside him. “It’s just coffee, Cheol.”

“Not when you make it,” he insisted, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close.

They sat against the headboard, enjoying their coffee and the quiet morning for a while. Kkuma jumped onto the bed, nuzzling between them and making them both laugh. Eventually, Seungcheol broke the silence. “I was thinking,” he began, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“About what?” Y/n asked, looking at him.

“Well,” he said, setting his mug down on the bedside table and turning to face her fully, “I’m always so happy with you here, and last night, despite the storm, felt so right. I was wondering…how would you feel about staying more often? Maybe…permanently?”

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t expected this so soon, after all they had just been dating for close to 8 months, but as she looked into his earnest and hopeful eyes, she felt warmth spread through her. The idea of making this place their shared home, of waking uup to him and Kkuma every day, filled her with joy.

“I’d love that, Cheollie,” she said, her voice filled with emotion and her eyes shining with love and affection. “I’d love to move in with you.”

As soon as the words left her mouth his face broke into the widest grin, and he pulled her into a tight hug. “You’ve just made me so happy.”

Y/n laughed, hugging him back. “I’m glad I can make you as happy as you always make me.”

They spent the rest of the morning planning and discussing what was needed to make the transition as smooth as possible, especially considering Y/n’s cat Loki and how Kkuma would react to having a new element in her house. They talked about which of Y/n’s things would fit in the apartment, where they would need to rearrange furniture, and even joked about negotiating closet space, while Kkuma, as if sensing the excitement present in the air, bounced around them, her joy evident.

As they shared their plans and dreams, the bond between them grew stronger with the promise of a future together.

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chlorinecake · 1 year ago

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Hey can you make something like "kissing I hope they catch us " but for a black reader please?

Hot Cocoa Kisses —⊹ N.RK (西村力) ☕️

Pairing… ₊˚⊹ ᰔ boyfriend!riki x girlfriend!reader

Warnings… ₊˚⊹ slightly heated make-out session, teasing, pet names, fluff, rushed

Words… ₊˚⊹ ᰔ 867 -> “Your lips taste like hot cocoa”

It was a chilly winter day when you and your boyfriend Riki sat in the living room together.

Cradled in the fluffiest blankets you two could find, you sat in between Riki’s legs on the couch, reading a manga he received as a Christmas gift out loud as he braided a tiny section of your hair. Not to style it, of course, but just out of pure endearment for you.

“So what’s happening now?” Riki asked, mostly focused on carefully overlapping the three strands of hair he was working on.

“Hmm… I actually stopped reading the words a few pages ago. The illustrations alone are much more interesting in my opinion,” you replied, just as he kissed the center of your scalp, letting you know that he was done playing with your hair.

“Let me see,” he said, taking the comic from your hands to examine it for himself. “Yeahhh… the dialogue is pretty impressive, actually. No wonder a little baby like you only wants to look at the pictures though,” he giggled, tickling the spot beneath your jawline before getting up and walking towards the kitchen.

You weren’t ready to leave the warmth of the cozy couch yet, but you understood that Riki wanted one more thing before y’all continued to spend this lovely winter evening together: Hot cocoa.

Your arms found Riki’s waist as he reached for the top cabinet, grabbing the box of hot cocoa mix from the top shelf.

“Almost forgot about these,” he said, pulling down mini marshmallows next.

You put yourself in charge of warming the milk for your drinks, followed by stirring the cocoa mix into your mugs and then waiting for it to cool.

“Are they finished, yet? It’s not like we’re making “cold cocoa” anyways,” Riki sighed, leaning over the counter on his elbows.

“Well if we add the marshmallows now, they’re just gonna melt again, see?” You said, grabbing one of the cups to take a sip, “I mean, it’s not as hot anymore, though, if you’re just tired of waiting.”

Upon saying that, Riki just stared at you for much longer than necessary, holding back a smile as his eyes glittered with amusement.

“W-what?” You asked, poking him on the shoulder which only made him laugh out loud this time.

“It’s the braid you did, isn’t it?,” you continued with a pout. He shook his head at your words, walking up to you and taking your face in one of his hands, swiping some moisture from your upper lip with his thumb before tasting it himself.

“You had a milk mustache, silly,” he smiled softly, eyes not leaving your lips as he licked his own, leaning in with a soft kiss.

Humming into the embrace, a smile creeped upon Riki's face as your hand found his neck, supporting yourself against the counter for him to only pull you closer.

“Riki~,” you mumbled while disconnecting your lips, “where’d all that come from?” you asked, still in a daze as you felt heat rush to your face.

He bit his lower lip, looking you up and down through hooded eyes as his hands rested on either side of the countertop, caging you in before his intimidating frame.

“Nowhere,” he smirked, pecking you one last time on the corner of your mouth before continuing, “your lips taste like hot cocoa and I just couldn’t resist.”

Playfully smacking your boyfriend’s chest, he released you from his arm cage, watching as you went back to the other counter, shaking marshmallows in both your mugs before sealing the bag closed.

He took so much delight in seeing how flustered you appeared now. You even fumbled with your fingers as you tried closing the bag all thanks to his actions.

“Are you sure you don’t want something cold to drink instead? You seem warm all of a sudden,” he teased, wiping the spilled remnants of sugary mix from the countertop with a napkin.

“Do I? Maybe it’s because you keep looking at me like this,” you teased back, dramatically reenacting the way he looked at you earlier, biting your lip to seal the deal.

He laughed with his entire body, leaning over the counter as soft giggles rumbled from his body. But then, his cocky side returned.

“Is that the only thing I did that got you flustered, or is there more?” He asked, voice deepening slightly as his piercing gaze scanned you once again.

“Hmm… well… you also touched me like this,” you said, cupping his face in your hands, “and then I nearly fainted when you kissed me like there was no tomorrow!”

“No tomorrow, huh? That sounds romantic,” he smirked, trying to mask how giddy you were making him feel in this moment even though the pink hue staining his cheeks and ears made it impossible to hide.

“That’s because it was romantic, Riki,” you smiled lovingly, kissing your finger and placing it on his rosy nose before walking back to the living room, warm mugs in both your hands as you returned to your seats on the cozy couch.

The same place you knew Riki would eventually start to kiss you again the moment you sat your cup down.

❆ Thank you for reading this quick little fic, and special thanks to my bbygirl for requesting this !!

❆ Feel free to check out more cute and fun reads like this at the pinned post on my blog :3

❆ Taglist: @squoxle @ashgonedash @nikisdubblchococake @yourmomscuntis2tighy @watamotee33 @noodlesimp @microwvdstrawb3rri3s @star-yawnznn

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silenceofthecookies · 1 year ago

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Top shelf - Rocinante x reader (GN)

Genderneutral reader Warnings: none Word count: 713

More and more clouds were rolling in, blocking out the bright rays of the sun. Judging by the color, it would rain soon. With a sigh, you walked to your closet and grabbed one of your sweaters. It seemed summer was officially over, and fall was coming. The thought saddened you a little. For 3 months, you had enjoyed the rays of sunshine on your skin, sitting in front of the fan, having an excuse every single day to go swim... but now, that was all over.

Not wanting to ruin your mood, you started thinking about everything good about fall. The beautiful colors of the falling leaves. A nice hot beverage to warm you up from the inside. Soft blankets to sit under. Nobody forcing you to go outside because ��it’s such nice weather’. And how could you forget? Sitting side by side with your lover, his coat wrapped around both of you.

There was something safe about sitting together with Rocinante like that. You were never sure if it was his height, the warmth of his body and his coat, or the way he’d always casually sneak his arm around you to hold you close.

A cold wind coming through the open window snapped you out of your thoughts. You closed the window and left your room, hoping to find the person who had been occupying your thoughts for the past few minutes. You found him pretty easily, standing outside to smoke. You smiled and opened the door, peeking only your head out, wanting to stay in the warmth of your home.

“Cora, I’m a little cold so I’m gonna make hot cocoa. Do you want some?” It was as much a question as it was a subtle hint. ‘I’m cold, so come snuggle me’. Rocinante only nodded in response, still pretending to be mute in case someone overheard.

Satisfied with the answer, you walked towards the kitchen, ready to make some hot cocoa. First you opened the fridge, noticing the milk was on the top shelf. You grabbed the little stool you had in the kitchen, just for occasions like these. The house was made for Rocinante’s size after all, and you were smaller. Once you got the milk, you went to grab two big mugs. Noticing the bottom shelf of the cupboard was empty, you groaned. You looked at your trusty stool, but realized that you’d have to get something bigger to reach the mugs. The chairs at the dining table would do.

As you were pulling the chair to the cupboard, Rocinante entered. He smiled as you struggled with the size of his house. From the moment you had moved in with him, it had been an obstacle. But no matter how often he had offered to grab things for you, you’d always insisted on doing it yourself, climbing onto everything in the kitchen to get what you wanted.

“Babe.”

You were standing on the counter, your back facing him, holding on to the shelf you were looking into. Rocinante recognized the tone in your voice, and already was struggling to suppress his laughter. You slowly turned to face him, holding the bag of cocoa powder in one hand, while holding on to the shelf with the other.

“Can you stop putting everything on the top shelf?!”

Rocinante couldn’t hold it in anymore, laughing loudly at your outburst. He had been putting everything on the top shelves on purpose as a way of teasing you. For weeks now, he had been waiting for you to notice. And your reaction was worth it. Seeing you standing on the counter, a little frown on your face, holding on to the bag of cocoa powder. You looked so small. And so done with his shit.

Noticing your struggle to safely climb off the counter, Rocinante walked towards you and picked you up, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It’s just that you look cute climbing on everything like that.” “I am not cute!” “If you say so. Now, let’s make that hot cocoa, you went through so much effort to grab everything, after all.” Rocinante couldn’t stifle his laughter anymore at the end of the sentence, laughing loudly while still holding you against his chest. “Oh fuck you, Roci”

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pandorasword · 2 years ago

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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Chaeri's masterlist

❒ Requested ✓ you can find the request here

「 A compilation of BTS proving themselves as gentlemen for their Chaeri 」

⠪ Let's say that for the first few years after their debut Chaeri was not a great heel-wearer

⠪ She was young, plus the concept of their outfits did not focus on that style, so she had never felt the need to wear particularly high ones.

⠪ As she grew up and started to attend more and more important award ceremonies and events, the urge and need to wear them became evident

⠪ The first time she had to wear very high heels was preceded by a lot of practice in their company building. She did quite well on flat surfaces, the challenge was the stairs

⠪ And obviously at the event she couldn't avoid them

⠪ Luckily Namjoon seemed to be heaven-sent to make her life easier in everything, even in wearing heels

⠪ He was there, of course, waiting to hold her hand and walk down each step with her

⠪ It is still a habit of the guy to offer her help even though, as the years went by and her skills in walking on heels improved, she wouldn't even need it anymore

"You're making it off the stairs like a pro" "I don't think I could do it without you" "Just doing my duty as your favourite brother" "I will say 'favourite brother' if I'm gonna get down all the stairs without breaking an ankle"

⠪ As the eldest, Jin has a natural inclination to always keep an eye on all the other members

⠪ With Chaeri he seems to have to intervene more often than he would like

⠪ She doesn't seem like it, but when she's really into something she can get awfully clumsy with everything else

⠪ ESPECIALLY IN THE KITCHEN.

⠪ She is a real disaster as a chef, she can cook only a few dishes and poorly.

⠪ That's why, when she tries, she is so concentrated on trying not to burn anything or add too much flavour that she doesn't pay attention to anything else

⠪ In particular, during an episode of BTS in the soop, Jin had to prevent her from hitting the kitchen shelf with her head more than once by putting a hand between her and the furniture

"Maybe next time I'll just wear a helmet in the kitchen" "Or maybe you could just pay attention to where you're going." "Hey, I was distracted by the delicious smell of your cooking" "Flattery will get you everywhere. Now, let's finish making lunch before we have any more near-death experiences."

⠪ Very funny of Yoongi to always move Chaeri to the inner side of the road as he is the first to scold the others for being too protective of her

⠪ It's something he can't help, they start walking and at some point, at the first possible excuse, he shifts to the side of the road

⠪ The others always tease him about this and he pretends not to hear or simply glares at them to shut 'em up.

⠪ He is not the type to show protection for Chaeri dramatically, as other members do. He is for small things like this

⠪ Yoongi is the type to walk beside her keeping an arm around her shoulders

"Ooh, look at you, all responsible and stuff. You're such a good role model" "Aiish, just move to the inner side before I start regretting this friendship"

⠪ Chaeri among them is always the one who suffers most from the cold

⠪ Whether during the recording of a music video, a concert or an event, her outfits are always those with the thinnest fabric

⠪ During the making of music videos, Jimin always carries a blanket purchased with her in the group's early days

⠪ In MV shooting videos uploaded by the company channel, there is always this scene:

⠪ Jimin taking the adventure time blanket and covering Chaeri as soon as the cameras go down

"Let's finish shooting this and go get some hot cocoa" "Sounds like a plan. And don't worry, I'll make sure you're bundled up the whole time" "Geez, you're like my personal blanket service" "Hey, it's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it" "I love you"

⠪ Chaeri's love for snowboarding starts very early

⠪ As her career began, she decided to spend some of her money on snowboarding lessons

⠪ At her first lessons she was accompanied by Jin, who liked the sport and had already been playing it for a while

⠪ As soon as she put her feet on the board, she ended up with her butt in the snow, for so many times

⠪ In the end, Jin was "forced" to teach her to snowboard the way one teaches a child to walk: by holding her hand the whole time

"You know, you're actually a pretty good teacher" "Thanks, I try my best. And you're a pretty good student, for someone who keeps falling on their butt" "Hey, it's not my fault I have bad balance" "Sure, blame it on genetics."

⠪ Of the BTS members, Chaeri steals the most clothes from Hobi.

⠪ And he lets her do it, not caring so much.

⠪ Actually, seeing her with her clothes on only makes him more joyful.

⠪ With her, sharing is the basis of their friendship

⠪ As Chaeri always styles his jacket on crop tops, she is used to holding them open to show what she is wearing underneath

⠪ He, on the other hand, always rushes to close them and remind her that if she's wearing a jacket it's because it's cold and keeping it open doesn't even make sense

"Seriously, it's cold out here, you need to zip it up" "But I like it this way, it's a fashion statement" "Fashion statement my ass. You're gonna catch a cold, let me zip it up for you" "Oh, so now you're playing the protective big brother card, huh?" "You know it. I don't want my little sister to get sick on my watch"

⠪ Chaeri's dress was beautiful, as beautiful as short though

⠪ However, it was never a problem at award ceremonies as girls in skirts were provided with blankets to cover themselves from improper camera angles

⠪ Unfortunately for her that evening, the staff had not been provided with enough blankets for the entire number of women participating

⠪ Looking around, it was possible to notice the girls sharing the same quilt in two

⠪ She, the only female member, could not share it with anyone

⠪ So she did her best to keep her legs tightly closed and look around in case someone was filming her from the wrong side

⠪ It was not for long, because as soon as Jungkook realised that Chaeri would not be receiving any coverage, he took off his jacket and placed it directly over her legs

"Hey there, Miss Short Dress. You're gonna get us kicked out of here with that outfit." "Oh, shut up. You love it" "Well, yeah, but that's beside the point. I don't want you to get in trouble with the paparazzi" "You're such a gentleman. Offering me your jacket like that" "Well, what can I say? Chivalry isn't dead yet"

⠪ One thing Tae loves to do is to stop Chaeri's bodyguard before he can open her car door, to do it himself

⠪ It all started as a game in the group's early days, when the bond between the two was just beginning to form

⠪ Tae pretended to be her personal security guard and Chaeri pretended to be a world-famous celebrity

⠪ Well, over time, part of that game came true.

⠪ Growing up, however, Tae continued to have these attitudes, not just for laughs as they once did

⠪ But he loves giving her princess treatments

⠪ It's really hard to see anyone on staff getting Chaeri out of the car, then

⠪ Her Tae always takes care of it

"After you, m'lady. Allow me to open the door for you" "Oh, thank you sir" "I take my job as your personal bodyguard seriously. I might need to start wearing a suit and earpiece" "I'll make sure to get you a matching tie"

#bts 8th member #bts female member #bts imagines #bts addition #kpop female oc #bts scenarios #kpop female member #kpop female addition #kpop addition #bts 8th member au #bts au fic #bts #bts x reader #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan #bts idol au #bts fic

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shattered-reflections-au · 1 month ago

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Fluffvember 14, In the rain // “Let me help you”

--- --- --- tw: implied nonsexual nudity.

"I fucking hate fall." Red grumbled, kicking at another puddle with his shoe.

"i know you don't mean that." Blue replied.

a simple grocery run. that was all it was. it wasn't even cloudy when they left. Blue and Red had chosen to walk since they didn't need much from the store. those plastic grocery bags now filling with water as the torrential downpour they had been caught in rained down on them.

They were both soaked to the bone, wet hair sticking to their face while swamps squished in their socks. "just a little farther. home is close," Blue persuaded. "then we can be dry." Red just grumbled, trudging along, dragging his feet in anger.

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Red dropped the groceries on the porch, wet apples rolling out of the bag. he ran his hands through his hair, wringing out the extra water.

"you coming inside?" Vio asked, already handing blue a towel and pointing a box fan at Blue's wet shoes.

Red sighed, stepping inside and peeling off his shoes. he put his in front of the box fan, shivering at the water drying off his skin.

"you can put the rest of your wet stuff straight in the wash, no use drying it since it's laundry day," Vio continued, holding out a laundry basket and getting Blue's soaked hoodie dropped into it.

Red still stood grumpy, trudging to his room and stripping down. his wet clothes ended up in a heap on the floor.

Blue peaked his head in, still scrubbing at his wet hair with a towel. "you okay?" he asked.

Red stayed on his bed. "i hate the rain." he spat.

Blue laughed. "you don't mean that, you're just upset because you're soggy."

"our groceries are wet." Red grumbled.

Blue smiled, sitting down beside his boyfriend. "they'll dry." Red's hair dripped in his eye, him shivering as another drip landed on his bare chest.

Blue frowned, "let me help you with that," taking the towel he was previously using for his hair to drape around Red's shoulders, scrunching the ends of Red's hair in a corner of it. "i'm cold." Red complained as he shivered again.

"you're also naked." Blue offered, pulling some pyjamas off of a shelf and tossing them to Red, handing Red some underwear and socks as well. Red grumbled, drying his legs and covering himself back up again.

Red covered his hair with the towel, giving a final shiver as he shook the rest of the cold out of his body. he pulled a blanket around himself.

"can we make cocoa and watch a movie now?" Red pleaded, tired.

Blue laughed, pulling red in and placing a gentle kiss on Red's forehead, "of course."

#four swords manga #four swords #four swords adventures #four sword #shattered reflections au #red link #blue link #sr red #sr blue #sr fiction #fluffvember #fluffvember 2024 #sr vio #vio link #red link x blue link

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 2 years ago

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Fluffuary 2023 Day 27: Snowed In- Elrohir x OC

Elrohir x Adaia

Description: If there's one thing Adaia doesn't like, it's snow.

Word Count: 1.1k

Challenge made by the lovely @darthglitterfanfictionnfiction

Adaia was once again spending a few days in Lord Elrond’s home while her parents were off doing business with some other kingdom. Of course, being fully grown, she didn’t actually need to be there, but she loved being around them. They were like a second family to her and vice versa. She’d been nothing short of happy while residing at the Last Homely House.

That was, until today. The elleth (female Elf) almost immediately noticed the slightly biting chill in the air as she woke up. Her frame shook lightly with shivers as she sat up and looked around, her eyes ultimately landing on the open window that stood just a few feet away from her bed. She must have forgotten to close it last night. A small sigh left her lips as she plopped back down on her pillows. The thought of having to get up and feel the cold air wash over her body was not something she looked forward to.

Nevertheless, after standing up she was quick to grab her robe and put it on as she padded over to her window. She began to close it when something white caught her eye. It seemed that winter had come early because apparently it had snowed sometime during the night. A fresh blanket laid on everything in sight. Adair’s nose scrunched up in distaste. Great. Just what she needed.

If there was one thing Adaia hated, it was snow. It was cold, it was bland, and it was an overall nuisance to her. It covered all life, all the beautiful colors of nature. It was like the temporary death of everything. No sound, no color, no life.

Now don’t get her wrong, she loved winter. She thought the changing of the seasons were beautiful and she loved the shorter days and longer nights. It was just snow that she detested.

And just like that her plans to spend as much time outside before it was too cold had gone out the window. She’d been too late. Adaia closed the window with a small huff. Before she could close the curtains as well she paused upon noticing two people running outside. It was Elladan and Arwen, who were looking around at the snow with a look that Adaia could only describe as wonder and utter joy. Though she couldn’t hear what they were saying she could see their mouths moving in excitement. Their stepmother Iris joined them just a moment later then the trio began to play in the snow.

The sight admittedly brought a smile to the girl’s face as she watched them. Just because she didn’t like snow didn’t mean she wasn’t happy when it brought others joy. After a few minutes Adaia finally stepped away from the window, wishing for nothing more than a mug of her (semi) infamous cocoa to battle the chill that swept through the Last Homely House.

After making a quick stop in the kitchen to make said drink, she opted to go to the Hall of Fire, where a fire already roared in the large and beautiful fireplace. Just before sitting down, she grabbed a book from a nearby shelf. It was one that she’d read before, more times than she could count, but it was a good story and she knew it would help pass the time. Though, she’d just barely got into the first few chapters before she was interrupted.

“Not interested in going out and enjoying the snowfall?” Elrohir’s teasing voice questioned from behind her. A sarcastic smile formed on the girl’s face (though she knew he couldn’t see it as her eyes focused on the fore in front of her) and she shook her head amusedly.

“You know I’m not,” she responded simply before taking a sip from her mug. Her fiancé merely hummed in response, though she could practically see his amused expression without needing to turn around and face him.

“So what are you still doing inside?” She continued after setting her cup down. “Shouldn’t you be out building snowmen with your siblings or throwing snowballs at your father or Erestor?” That got a chuckle out of the ellon (male Elf) as he rounded the side of the couch she occupied and sat in the empty seat beside her. He picked up her feet (which previously laid where he now sat) and set them on his lap.

“I’d much rather be spending time with you,” he responded simply. Adaia fought the urge to coo at his sweet response and instead merely smiled at him. After a moment she spoke.

“Your father forced you inside, didn’t he?” She asked in a flat tone. She knew that Elrohir knew that he’d been caught because for a moment surprise flashed in his eyes despite his otherwise impassive demeanor.

“Yeah, it started heavily snowing and he didn’t want us outside on the chance that we get snowed in,” he responded in the same tone, which made the girl laugh.

“I knew it,” she muttered amusedly as her gaze went back to her book.

“That doesn’t mean that I didn’t want to spend time with you,” he continued quickly. “I just now have an excuse to stay with you all day as my daily duties lay outside under the snowstorm.” Adaia rolled her eyes playfully, though she couldn’t hide her smile even if she tried.

“I’m afraid you may be bored to death then. I do not plan on moving from this spot until dinner.”

“Then I’d be glad to keep you company,” he responded simply. Adaia looked at him with that same small smile, though her expression morphed from amused to fondness. Elrohir didn’t say anything as he made himself comfortable leaning against his side of the couch’s arm. He then gestured to the book that still sat in his fiancé’s lap, and she got the message to hand it to him. Once it was in his right hand he held out his left arm invitingly. Adaia once again got the hint as she settled into his embrace. His arm wrapped around her as his other hand held the book up, and he began to read aloud to her.

The elleth had to admit that the story sounded much better coming from him. He had that sort of comforting voice that she could listen to for hours on end - which she did. Just as promised neither of them moved until they were called for dinner. Though, they still had trouble getting up even then. Who would have thought a snow day would actually bring Adaia joy?

#lord of the rings #lotr #lotr imagine #elrohir #elrohir imagine #elrohir x oc

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soulsfractured · 2 months ago

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Sephiroth carefully put Luneth to bed, tucking him in and turning the night light on as he left the room. It wasn't fully needed, as he left the door open a crack, and there was still daylight coming through the curtains. But it felt right to at least turn it on as he stepped back out.

Heading back he kicked his shoes off and shut the door, watching Tia as he pulled his slippers on. The photos on the shelf were just some of the few he kept up. They were people important to him- moments that had been captured that'd framed and put up where they could be seen. Him holding Luneth as an infant, Genesis and Angeal laughing over a coffee with him, Zack with an arm around his neck and a huge grin. In the middle of it all, next to Luneth's photo, was a picture of him in the labs years ago, with Lucas and Tia, all of them giving various degrees of smiles up at the camera, after Sephiroth had returned from his first mission.

"Tia." His voice was gentle- he had so many burning questions to ask but didn't want to frieak her out again. Whatever Hojo had done, had lied about, she was still in shock. "Would you like a hot cocoa?"

It was something he did after long days in the labs. A hot cocoa (usually with some alcohol, but he wasn't giving Tia that right now), and a heated blanket if he couldn't get into the tub for a long soak. He was sure he'd put the blanket away last time, it was an easy grab for her. "I can get you something to eat too, if you would like?"

As Sephiroth left to put his son to bed, she stayed near the door, somewhat in daze as memories of the apartment trickled back in. It truly hadn't changed much, aside from toys and small trinkets. Not even registering the slippers, she slowly stepped further into the home, wide-eyed and scared to touch anything.

After everything else that had happened throughout the day, Tia wondered if it were a dream. Or maybe some hallucination before she crashed out for the final time on the operating table. But then why would she see Sephiroth?

Ever since he had started his relationship with Luneth's mother, she had swallowed down any feelings she had, happy to just be his friend, happy to be there when he found out he would be a father, when he was left to raise his son alone. They were friends, and Tia had accepted that that was enough. So, if this was a dream, why would she see him now?

Dazed, confused, scared, she would wander around the living room before stopping to look at a set of photos sitting on a shelf.

#careless and free we chased a dream | sephiroth & tiamatt | tiamattseirei #tiamattseirei #Imagine it being a dream for her ufjhshufhshdf

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bowiebond · 2 years ago

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MTF Billy Hargrove | Buckgrove/Robilly

“God, why is my future girlfriend, like, the prettiest girl ever?” Robin sighed dreamily as she watched Billie scan the aisles with Max, pushing her wheelchair along as she complained about the movie options her older sister was giving her. “It’s like…seriously not good for my heart, Steve.”

“I mean, I didn’t think she’d be your type, but sure. Billie’s pretty, I guess.” Steve shrugged as he flipped through the rentals. “I swear— the guy who rented Critter a month ago? Still late. I’m gonna write him a very strongly worded letter if he doesn’t come back this week.”

“Can we go back to the topic of how hot my future wife is?”

“Hot? We were talking about how pretty your delusional crush is. Hot is different.”

“It’s not delusional! It’s very possible!” Robin squawked. “And who cares, she’s both.”

“Hot means you wanna fuck her. Pretty means you wanna wrap her in your jacket and take her home for snuggles and hot cocoa.” Steve simplified and Robin frowned.

“Why can’t I have both? Wrap her in my jacket, take her home, snuggle her with some hot coca and then when it’s all gone I can—“

“No—“

“Sneak under the blanket and—“

“Robin, stop!”

“Touch her—“

“Ew!”

“Boobies!” Robin made grabby hands and Steve snorted.

“Boobies.”

“Boobies.” Robin smiled, finally getting it. “Billie likes boobies. Maybe. I think so.”

“Billie was a huge ladies man so—“

“Not a man!”

“Okay, not a man now, but she acted like one in the past!” Steve put his hands up in surrender. “She was a lady killer, okay?”

“Better.” Robin huffed out through her nose, turning back to rest her chin on her palm. “But what if she was like- double closeted? Like, what if when she realised she was a girl, she also realised she wants all the stuff normal girls want like…guys.”

“Don’t say it like you’re not normal. I mean, you’re weird and loud and annoying, all traits I find very loveable about you as my best friend, but you’re not abnormal cause you like girls, Robin.”

“I know that.” She grumbled softly, slightly touched regardless. Billie laughed at something Max said and Robin broke into a small, dopey smile. “She’s perfect.”

“She gave me a concussion once.”

“That’s hot.”

“Dude!”

“Dude.” Robin repeated slower, making steady eye contact. Steve matched it and eventually pursed his lips and nodded.

“It’s hot.”

“So hot.”

“She kicked my ass.” Steve sighed.

“So very hot.” Robin bit her lip as Billie bent down to grab a VHS off the bottom shelf, her tight jeans stretching over her ass. Robin turned to Steve to point it out only to see him already watching with appraisal. Robin smacked him hard in the arm.

“Ow!”

“Stop acting so gross to the love of my life!”

“She’s got a nice butt.” Steve spoke around a small pout, looking away.

“My butt. Eyes off.”

“I think I preferred when you were into Vickie.”

“Vickie is still finding herself and needed the space. We will always be friends, but we just aren’t compatible for a relationship right now.”

“But in future?” Robin turned to Steve with a serious expression.

“I marry Billie and we buy three cats named Marshmallow, Chocolate and Cracker. We call them the S’mores instead of our cats or kids. Also, we get a house together, something cozy but with enough room for two to four guests at a time. The kitchen is teal and the lounge room is red. We’re nicknamed the Christmas house because of it. Our neighbours love us for our classic wit and humour, but we have one neighbour who hates us because we go at it during his reading hour and lesbian sex goes a long time, hours in fact, so he’s not getting anything finished and we do not care because female pleasure will not be ignored. Also, we have motorcycle. She would rock it and I would drool as her passenger but never ride it because I’m a gay who can’t drive to save my life.”

“…You’ve really been thinking about this, huh?” Steve crossed his arms, looking her over as Robin nodded solemnly.

“Night and day since I saw her in that white summer dress a week after she got out of the hospital.”

“Well…What do you think, Billie? Sound fun? The S’mores is my favourite part.” Steve smirked as he picked up the returns and walked off. Robin’s eyes widened comically as she slowly turned around to face the blonde who looked just as startled as her.

“Um…I like the part with the motorcycle. And, I like red. More into blue than teal. I can compromise though.” She rubbed the back of her neck with a shy, playful smile and Robin’s face burned.

“Mm. Mhm. That’s— b-blues nice. You look…good in blue. R-really good. I love you - in blue! I mean. Yeah. A- a motorcycle sounds…awesome.” She breathed the last word with a nervous laugh, sinking into herself. She wished the floor would crack open again and swallow her up this time around.

“Thank you?” Billie let out a soft laugh, seemingly caught off guard by Robin’s anxious rambling. She placed the two movies down on the counter, one Max’s choice and another Billie’s. Robin started scanning them.

Max rolled as close to the counter as she could get before clearing her throat.

“Billie hasn’t been on a real date in a long time—“

“Max!” Billie hissed, cheeks going red as her sister continued.

“And I think you should ask her on one. Since you already plan on marrying her. You have my blessing by the way; as long as you don’t hurt her heart. It’s delicate. Like a flower.”

“Oh my god, please stop talking.” Billie groaned loudly into her hands, her red ears giving away her embarrassment.

“You can count on me, little Red.” Robin saluted her and Max smirked, rolling off to round the corner and attempt to roll over Steve’s toes.

“Please ignore her. Seriously. You don’t gotta—“ Billie took her hands down from her face, lips pursed. “I don’t know if you’re straight or gay or bisexual but I don’t want to date you if you’re thinking of me as a guy—“

“I like girls.” Robin interjected quickly, maybe a tad too quickly, words coming out cluttered. “I— kiss girls. Exclusively. I like girls. I like…you. A lot. I’d like to kiss you. Eventually! Not now. We should, um, build up to that stuff, I definitely don’t have the experience to just- jump in and smoosh faces.” She laughed, abrupt and loud, and quickly stopped, humiliating herself. “Sorry, I’m being weird. I just— get nervous. Around pretty girls.”

Billie stared at her with wide eyes.

“I mean…I’m glad you think I’m pretty?” Billie broke to a wondrous smile and Robin melted a little inside.

“You’re super pretty! Pretty hot. Uh, both. I should stop talking.”

“If you stop talking, how will you ask me on a date?” Robins eyes bugged out of her head.

“You wanna— with me?” She pointed at herself in bewilderment, looking back as if there could be someone else she was asking.

“I don’t know. You haven’t asked yet.” Billie grinned and Robin grinned back, a tad shyer as she ducked her head.

“Would you…like to see a movie sometime?”

“Drive-In, home movie, or cinema?” Billie quirked a brow and Robin’s brain record scratched.

“Uh, I don’t have a car. So I’ve never seen a…Drive-In show.”

“Well now you gotta.” Billie smirked. “Lemme pick you up tomorrow, after your shift?”

“Yeah?” Robin bloomed like a flower at the invitation.

“Yeah.” Billie’s smirk dimmed into a soft smile. “I’ll wear blue. Since you like it so much.”

“You can wear any colour. I like all of them! You— you looked good. Not the colour. Um, if that makes sense.”

“It does.” Billie grinned, fishing out some cash from her wallet. She handed it over and Robin’s fingers brushed hers. The brunette almost swooned. God, she was down bad. “See you tomorrow, Buckley.”

“R-Robin’s fine. If you, uh, if you want.”

“Okay. Robin.” She purred and Robin managed to stay composed just long enough for Billy to leave her to grab Max before crouching down behind the counter and silently screaming into her hands, shaking them all about in excitement.

She had a date. A real, genuine one!

She was one step closer to making Billie Hargrove a Billie Buckley.

Score!

#billy hargrove #Robin buckley #mtf billy hargrove #buckgrove #robilly

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awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands · 2 years ago

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Motley Crue Christmas 2022

After GnR, week 2 is about our Crue. I tried to write some stories here too :)

Tommy Lee: Naughy Elf

You were brushing your teeth, when you felt a pair of eyes on you. Quickly you turned around to find a little elf hanging from the towel holder.

“Tommy? What did I tell you about these elfs?” You groaned.

“I’m not Tommy. I’m the evil elf!” A voice said, coming from the bedroom near the bathroom. It was clearly Tommy’s.

“I know you put this elf here, he’s naked!”

He chuckled and quickly joined you in the bathroom. This Christmas season Tommy decided to do “elf on the shelf” but in his own way : continuous 18+ jumpscares of elfs naked, doing gross things or having “elf sex” ( Tommy’s words).

“Did you like it tho?” He nudged you.

“I hate how you manage to make them so funny. Next time I’d rather have you give me a good morning than the elf.” You hugged him.

“Dressed up as an elf, got it!”

“No Tommy, I didn’t meant that!”

Nikki Sixx : Bubble bath and candles

The sound of the falling rain mixed with the softly music playing from the speakers.

Nikki had you in a secure grip as you both let the warm water embrace you. The candles you put on the bathtub were bright enough to let you look at Nikki’s calm expression.

“I forgot last time I felt this relaxed.” He whispered.

You couldn’t blame him, touring for a whole year was exhausting.

“Do you remember our first bath together?” You said, still blushing at the bittersweet memory.

“I faintly remember your body against mine, you washing my hair and it was in winter?”

“Pretty much. You were a dirty fucker, I forced you in the bathtube with the promise of a kiss and I washed your hair. It was last year, around Christmas, a week or so before...” You didn’t finish your sentence.

As much as you loved rembering the first time you kissed Nikki, you couldn’t forget what happened after, how he died and was brought back to life. Neither could Nikki, as he went to hug you closer.

“I’m here now. We will spend this Christmas together, you will still wash me but I got to hold you now and repay the favor.” He kissed the top of your head.

This Christmas would have been different.

Mick Mars: Christmas night in

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight in front of you : Mick was almost hiding under the huge christmas blanket you loved so much. He spent most of the time despising it and calling you a “holiday addict”, but the table turned.

“Didn’t you hate this blanket?” You teased him.

“Look, I have to endure a christmas movie plus some hot cocoa. At least I want to be warm and give my back a break.” He replied, in his fake angry tone that you learned to pick up.

“First we will see the Grinch and you like that movie. Second I made coffee with a bit of chocolate so you will like it more. And lastly, admit you like the blanket.”

“It does its purpose but it’s annoyingly red and it has stupid reindeers on it.” He answered you.

“Fine, lie to yourself. I’m going to bring the coffee here, why don’t you put the movie on.” You said, going to the kitchen.

You came back with a tray, two hot coffee and some snacks in it, while Mick was waiting for you.

“I thought you wanted to hang out with your friends. Didn’t they invite you to a party?”

“Yeah, but I love nights in. And I have everything I want right now : a cozy blanket, hot coffee and my Grinch.” You reassured him, getting under the blanket.

Mick rolled his eyes and started the movie, but you swore you saw a small smile forming on his face.

Vince Neil: Angel

“Guess what I found at the store!” You said as soon as you opened the door.

“ Christmas ornaments? Since you went for those?” Vince answered, looking from the TV to you.

“Right, but I found the perfect one. C’mon, open it!” You took out a small envelope and handed it to Vince.

The blond slowly moved the paper away to show a beautiful ornamental angel. It has blond hair and white wings, some gold details and it was clear it was made by hand.

“Wow, you can tell this was handmade, it must have costed you so much.” Vince commented.

“Not at all, I found it in a thrift shop, they totally undervalued it. But that’s not the point. Didn’t you notice something?” You asked again.

“Ehm... no?”

“It looks like you!” You admitted.

“No, it doesn’t!” Vince retorted.

“Yes, it does : blond hair, sweet eyes, dressed in white, high maintenance. That’s you!” You explained.

“Calling me an angel, out of all people, it’s silly and you are wrong. I ain’t this angel thing.”

You stared at him for a second, trying to find the best comeback possible.

“If you don’t want an angel, we can always put a Barbie in there, near my heart shaped ball, to rappresent you.” You smirked.

“Fine, I’ll be the angel. But I’m also the devil you corrupted you!”

#motley crue #Tommy Lee #nikki sixx #Mick Mars #Vince Neil #moodboard #christmas moodboard #80s rock band #80sRock #christmas #elf #warm bath #night in #angel

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mxaizupublishionhouse · 3 years ago

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Can I request Childe x reader that Childe has go to mission and he is go for month. So, reader miss him so much. When Childe go home, He found them cry because they really miss him. Maybe Hurt/Comfort. 👉👈💦💦

Warm Home

Words count : 886 words

Character : Childe / Tartaglia

Theme : Angst w/ comfort

Note : I really want to put the feeling of loneliness in this one!Hope you like it, anon! 🌨

Even after so long being in relationship with the 11th Harbinger man, you secretly still feel empty and not wanting him to go doing his task as a Fatui in faraway land. You believe in his strength and as a lover, you will always cheer even for the shaddy works he is doing under the command of Lady Tsaritsa. But, the ink of the pen that you used to write letters back to him is not able to describe your loneliness whenever he’s gone for a month or so. The outside world is dangerous and you know it. Even the pure white snow in the endless winter of Snezhnaya is always ready to freeze anyone unprepared to their last breath. But, you can't stop him with your strength alone just for your selfish self of wanting him to stay by your side.

Few weeks ago.That was the last time you saw his face and deep ocean blue eyes that held love dearly to you. He informed you that he will go for a month-long mission in another region to investigate certain works. You want to voice your uneasy feelings but this was the millionth time he told you about missions that require longer time periods in far places where you can travel with your own two legs, and in the end, he still came back safe and sound into your arms. But, you still can't get comfortable with his presence gone from your side and him being so far away, making the fear for the worst make you feeling cold and hollow.

The house that you both shared feeling empty and greyish without his comforting presence. You remember his teasing words that bring a smile to your face and how your poor cheeks hurt from him pinching with excuses of you being ‘too cute’ and ‘I love you so much’. The habit of lifting you up in bridal style with his strong arms never failed to give the same butterflies into your stomach, even after months. His lingering scent is stilll there, accompanying you gently like a warm blanket.

The breakfast tasted bland in your tongue as you sat alone at the dining table. You sipped the tea from Liyue that Childe brought home before this after you finished your sandwich.. “It's just for a month,” you convinced yourself mentally, trying to calm yourself down but the tears in your eyes can't help but drip down onto the wooden table. The heavy feeling in your chest now piled up, giving you hard times to breathe properly.

What if he never misses home anymore? What if he already meets someone else in the far land? What if...he never comes home anymore..

Your hand gripped your shirt tightly, letting the heavy tears streaming down your glassy eyes down your chin and leaving wet patches on your laps. “Please, come home safe,Childe..”

A smile appeared on your face when the smell of Childe's favourite dish was done on the stove and ready to devour it. Your eyes were a bit puffy and red from the previous crying session, worrying about your lover but after a few minutes of pushing the bad thoughts into the back of your head, you distracted yourself with normal house chores. You hum to yourself soft lullaby and you read a book from the shelf with a cup of hot cocoa.

You untied the apron on your back carefully before hanging the apron back its place on the wall. You washed the dishes on the sink and noticed how the moon outside the window looked pretty as a full moon tonight. You chuckled to yourself when you remembered how Childe used to wrap his arms around your waist from behind to help clean up the dishes. You enjoy the food in front of the burning fireplace silently while your mind travels back into the memories, making your chest sting again just like before. You put down the empty plate and gently wiped the small water droplets.

Time for bed. You laid down onto the cold bed with a small sigh. Everyday feels like a routine by now. You curled to yourself under the blanket with a deep frown, hoping for at least something would comfort you tonight. Before you realize it, tears blur your vision just as sadness overwhelmed you. Cannot keep the feeling to yourself, you let out soft sobs while hugging a pillow tight to yourself. The tears flowing out just like the heavy feeling in your chest.

“Ajax..I miss you..Please come home”

Just like a god heard your whimpers, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you close to a hard chest. The gloved hand patting your head in comforting motion and the other one holding you close. Your eyes widened in a mixture of shock and happiness as your arms pulled him closer too. His scent, his presence, his warmth and his comforting heartbeats. Everything just feels like a real home.

“Welcome home” you muffled on his shoulder and he responded with a happy chuckle. A loving kiss landed onto your forehead and his chest vibrated from his heavenly laugh. He gently wiped your tears with his gloved thumbs before giving you a longing and loving kiss on your lips. “I’m finally home”

#genshin x reader #romance #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin childe #childe x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact angst #genshin impact x reader #childe fluff

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juminsmysticmc · 3 years ago

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𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓠𝓾𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮

by me @juminsmysticmc

for the 08. December 2021

Pairing: Zen x Mc

Warnings: /

Author's Note: So for this one I thought I would write about Zen and Mc being in quarantine, even through I hate everything related to Corona ( this topic makes me rather sick lol ) but for once I thought I had a rather good idea related to this, ahaha! Enjoy!

,,I can‘t believe that the manager is positive… and we have to be in quarantine just because we saw each other yesterday!‘‘ Zen grumbled as he put the groceries Jumin sent you into the fridge.

You and Zen were not allowed to step out of your apartment for two weeks and were rather lucky that you had such good friends who made sure to put everything in front of your door so that you had enough to eat and drink.

,,Hyun, it‘s the best for the two of us and the people. Besides, we’re getting paid for doing nothing. Why are you whining?‘‘ you asked your boyfriend as you put the cookies into the oven.

,,Because both of us have tested negative twice by now and I hate doing nothing, no gym, no shopping, no work, nothing!‘‘ he kept whining.

You quickly put the milk outside again. He just put it into the fridge and tried to take the cocoa on the highest shelf to prepare some hot chocolate for the both of you.

,,Do you hate it when you are with me here? I get that you feel as if you’re in a cage, but I thought being together would be more funny than boring,‘‘ you mumbled, kind of hurt by his words.

Zen quickly regretted his words as he turned you around so you would face him.

His red eyes were looking deep into yours. ,,Mc, I didn‘t mean it like that. I’m sorry if I didn‘t express myself right…‘‘ he mumbled.

,,I know. Let‘s just drink hot chocolate, eat my cookies, and watch some Christmas movies, okay?‘‘ you asked him sweetly. Your hands were cupping his cheeks as Zen agreed to your idea.

And just like you asked him to do, the both of you enjoyed the day on the couch together. A warm blanket laid over your cold, naked feet as you enjoyed the warm, sweet hot chocolate.

,The first snow…‘‘ you whispered when your eyes somehow met the outside of the window.

,,We are watching the first snow together. This means that we will stay together forever…‘‘ Zen whispered as he kissed your cheek.

,,You’re tickling me…‘‘ you laughed and patted his face with your free hand, enjoying his warmth and love.

,,This Christmas movie is kinda boring… can‘t the both of us just do something else on this cold December day?‘‘ he asked you and you knew that Zen knew something that you wouldn't dare say out loud….

ᗰᗩᔕTEᖇᒪIᔕT

08.12.2021// 01:30 MEST

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mimiseda · 3 years ago

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Words: 1,607

Title: The Red Velvet Christmas Spirit

❗️Trigger Warning❗️: Character Death

Jake presses his forehead against the window of a small, antique shop. He stares directly at a gingerbread house- no, mansion. It’s the most decorative, elegant piece of food he’s ever seen. Right next to it are fruitcake carved to resemble cars, and chocolate chip cookies to represent bushes.

It looks delicious. But, Jake is almost %100 sure that it’s stale or maybe even fake. Everytime he goes by this shop, it’s there. He’s intrigued.

‘I’m gonna go in.’ He tells himself. He pushes himself away from the window and steps his bare feet into the snow. It doesn’t bother him one bit, he can’t even feel the cold anymore, despite being in his pajamas. The only “warmth” Jake gets is his silk, gray pants he wore and his red robe. The white shirt underneath is so thin, it doesn’t contribute much.

He’s perfectly content with this. He gets to wear pajamas, and nobody pays attention to him. In this big, snowy shopping district, everyone is focusing on getting their gifts. Many don’t stop to see the Christmas lights or a robotic Santa waving at them. They’re busy raiding colorful stores, uncaring of who’s in their way. A win-win for Jake, he thinks. Jake opens the door of the shop and walks in. He’s careful not to bump into any antiques, especially the maiden dolls gathered around the floor.

Jake raises a brow. This is an accident waiting to happen.

He looks around the store. So many figures and mini statutes. He sees a Santa with red paint chipped from his shoulder. Rudolph and the other reindeers. On a shelf lies plush blankets with the holiday’s designs. Trees, presents, one of them is all black with cups of hot cocoa and marshmallows. Jake stares at that one a little too long. He’d love some hot cocoa right now.

He looks away, eyes catching ruby and emerald jewelry. Eh. Not his interest. With an exhale, he finally directs his attention towards the ginger mansion. The thing is big enough to be a proper dollhouse. He wouldn’t be surprised to find miniature furniture in there. Jake leans in. Close enough to waft the smell towards him.

Brown sugar, fruit, and candy.

His mouth feels like it’s watering. There’s nothing but a savory feeling, all of that sugar and he can’t even eat it. Jake sighs. Back to looking around again.

He navigates away from the gingerbread mansion. He reaches to the back of the store, where he finds a wooden stand with orange lights wrapped around it. Behind are two elderly women, one tall, the other short. They’re laughing and chatting, Jake can’t make out what they’re saying because of one thing.

Behind them is a shelf of toys, nutcrackers, and a single snow globe. It’s a little bigger than most he’s ever seen. Inside the glass is a puppy cuddling a kitten in a pile of fake snow. They’re both made of silver. The smaller animal has its ears down, while the other is up and lively. Jake stares at it in awe, it’s the perfect gift. He needs that. Now.

In a single reckless move, he puts both hands on the counter and damn near hurls himself over. He accidentally bumps into the shelf, causing it to shake and the elderly women to scream. They move out of the way of the falling shelf while Jake sits there. He focuses entirely on that snow globe slipping off its stand. As soon as it fell, Jake catches it while the shelf crashes upon him.

He’s okay.

Jake isn’t even bothered. He sits in a big hole between the wooden splinters. The snow globe remains untouched, no damage taken whatsoever. The rest of the items are broken and shattered, pieces are scattered in a dangerous circle around him. He just ruined the shop, but he does care? Absolutely not, he wants to live a little.

This is for a special someone anyway.

Jake gets up, allowing glass and ceramic pieces to fall from his messy hair. Happy, he began leaving the shop with the snowglobe, ignoring the ladies arguing behind him. Jake swings open the shop’s door, leaving it open long enough for a man dressed as an Elf to waddle in and gasp at the mess.

“The hell happened in here!?”

“Linda’s messing with shit again, that’s what happened!”

“Don’t listen to her! Come on in Ray, don’t listen to her!”

. . .

There you are.

Lying in bed, pale and possibly cold. The wintry breeze through the window he opened doesn’t help, but he knows you can’t feel. You’re both similar, but in different planes of the world. Jake leans against the wall, holding the snow globe in hand. His expression is solemn, but he doesn’t want to cry. Not now, he’ll save these tears for something special.

You don’t move in an inch. Not that you could in such a small hospital bed. Jake thinks they should make bigger ones. For you, most definitely, but for others too. ‘I guess’. He says. Next to you are three people sitting in chairs. The businessman who is his father, a dark-skinned woman who is Jake’s mother, and a casually dressed young man, Jake’s brother. His mother and his brother are tearing up, while his father leaned forward with a prayer.

Jake feels like he should cry now. But no, not when he’s about to reunite with you again. He pushes himself off the wall and walks over to a night stand. He sets the snowglobe down, reaches around it and winds it up. He kept turning until it stopped and wouldn't budge.

Your fingers twitch. He knows and you know. He knows you know.

It’s time for Jake to take you.

He shakes the globe and lets go of the switch. A beautiful tune plays, soft, yet cheery. The snow falls elegantly around the silver pup and kitten, glitter sticks to the metal to glorify its shine. The song drowns out your heart monitor, luring Jake into a peaceful trance.

He’s impatient, but he can wait.

Jake’s mother wraps her hand around yours, squeezing it occasionally. The woman says a few words to you that Jake recognizes in his language. ‘I love you. I love you so much. Say hi to my son for me. I love you.’

Jake lowers his head. He can’t stand to hear her cry, it tears at his soul, his heart. Music. Music. Oh yes, the music. The ethereal tune continues playing while the switch moves slowly. It’s halfway done. Jake focuses on you entirely. You’re still unresponsive, he can tell the song is getting to you. Only you and him can hear it now.

Jake’s father kept going with his prayer. He’s mumbling words, his face is red and flushed. Jake knows what he’s saying, he’s hoping for a good afterlife for you. He’s wishing you the best, while simultaneously wishing for you to come back. Like Jake, his father is family oriented. Even though he doesn’t show it much, the fact that he’s sitting there hoping for your recovery is enough to show. He acted very much the same when Jake passed.

The music stops. The tune fell with a high-pitched melody, soon fading into silence. The snow surrounding the baby animals also ceased, it all made a snow pile again.

At the same time, you flatlined. The heart monitor stopped beeping, the noise is quickly replaced by Jake’s mother’s cries. A nurse rushes in to console his family, while another hurries in the grab supplies. Jake stares ahead. This is the last time he’ll see them, but it won’t last forever.

“Where’d you get that?”

Jake turns around and finds you behind him. Looking alive and neat as ever. As per the Christmas spirit, you also wore pajamas. Seeing your face again.. Jake smiles. And he smiles big. The tears finally come to his dark-brown eyes, but not in sadness. He’s happy. This is the happiest he’s ever been since he left you. “Antique shop. I-it was, I got- (Y/n), come here.” He pulls you into a tight hug. He feels your arms around him soon after, gripping his clothes in an emotional way.

“I missed you, Jake.” You say to him, burying your face in his red robe. Jake doesn’t comment on the dampness on his shirt, he gives you a moment to collect yourself. He’s been gone for a while, he left the world before you did. But you’re here now, that’s all that matters to him.

“I missed you too.” Over your shoulder, Jake catches a glimpse of his saddened family, especially his mother. He needs to leave. He doesn’t want to spend the day in melancholy. “Grab your gift. I’ll take you to the shopping district around the corner.”

You pull away. No more tears, no wet shirt. Most of your human qualities are gone, but you can touch him. That’s all you ever needed. Letting go of Jake, you reach up and briefly kiss his lips, to which he responds with a small chuckle. You grab the snowglobe, take one last look at your body, then turn to Jake.

You’re ready.

“What store are we going to?” You ask while Jake hops himself on the window frame.

“The mall. It has this bakery I want you to look at. I bet it’s got some gingerbread mansions too..”

“You mean gingerbread house?”

“Whatever it’s called.” Jake gestures you towards him, waiting until you’re right by his side. He grabs your hand gently, then squeezes once you hold his.

“Come on, I got the whole day to spend with you.”

#dead by daylight #jake park #dbd jake park #fanfic #merry hecking Christmas

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angelicamerlinbarnes · 4 years ago

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Seven times someone spoke to a Marauder alone in a portrait and one person who spoke to them all together

In a world where all the Marauders died in the first war, their souls are preserved in portraits in Hogwarts. Their stories are legend if a bit tweaked, and their names are famous if a bit forgettable. But they were painted individually, and housed all over the castle, separated for all eternity from each other.

(Also, there are seven Marauders because Lily, Severus, and Regulus. Fight me.)

(FOR CONTEXT: Regulus married a Muggle named Amir and had a daughter with him named Hailee. Regulus and Sirius never fell out and Regulus calls Remus “Mum” because reasons. Sirius and Remus married and died without children and James and Lily had Harry with their partner, Severus. Peter had a nonbinary partner named Max, but they died in the war.)

ONE: Regulus Black (Room of Requirement) & Draco Malfoy [Second Year - Youth (Daughter)]

Draco is coming back from Quidditch practice after calling Hermione a Mudblood. He’s walking alone down a hallway empty of doors when one suddenly materializes in front of him. He walks inside, too curious not to, and finds a room with two chairs in front of a crackling fire.

Over the fire hangs a portrait of a young man with pale skin, ebony hair, and striking grey eyes. Draco sits down in one of the chairs and picks up the cup of hot cocoa from the coffee table, looking up at the portrait, which has now started moving.

“Who are you?” He asks, and the portrait shoots him a grim look.

“My name is Regulus Black. Do you know who I am?”

Draco shakes his head. Regulus hums, tugging at something around his wrist.

“I’m a Death Eater who defied Voldemort,” he says, pulling his sleeves up to reveal a blank wrist. “They didn’t paint me with that wretched Mark, thank Merlin.”

Draco puts his cocoa down, nervous, and finds his eyes darting around the room for a door.

“How do I get out of here?” He asks with all the politeness he can muster, and Regulus offers him a wry smile.

“Right through that door,” he says gently, pointing to the door now etching itself out of the wall. “But please remember, Draco - you make your own choices in life. You decide who you are. Not a House, not a name, not a Mark. You. Do not forget that like I did.”

Draco nods, backing towards the door.

“But you defected,” he says, feeling small. Regulus smiles sadly, his eyes cutting.

“Yes, I did. And I paid for it with my life. And the life of my partner, and my daughter, and my brother and my mum and my best friends. I paid, Draco. I’m still paying.”

Draco has his hand on the door knob. “Huh,” he says, and opens the door when Regulus adds, “Oh, and Draco, dear? Don’t call people Mudbloods. There’s no such thing. And it’s rude.”

Draco nods frantically and closes the door so hard he lands flat on his ass in the hallway, watching the door seal itself and fade back into stone.

TWO: James Potter (Gryffindor Quidditch “Hall” of Fame, Gryffindor Common Room) & Seamus Finnigan [Fourth Year - Never Not (Lauv)]

Seamus finds himself alone in the Gryffindor common room one Wednesday morning, pretending to be sick with a cold. He’s wrapped in a blanket and staring into the empty fireplace when he hears, “YO! KID!”

Startled, he falls off the couch, and stumbles up and over to the Quidditch trophy case in the corner. There, in a small frame, is the smiling face of a boy who looks just like Harry, except without the mark, with dark eyes, and happier. Seamus reads the plaque, James Potter, and smiles sadly, wondering if Harry has ever talked to this portrait before.

James, meanwhile, barrels forward, “You’re the one in love with that lanky black kid, right?” Seamus’ eyes snap up as he sputters, but James just grins. “Cool. I thought so. Can I give you some advice…?”

“Seamus.”

“Can I give you some advice, Seamus?”

Seamus, now bright red, says, “Um, sure?”

James’ eyes twinkle and he says, “Tell him.”

Seamus starts coughing, beating his chest as James laughs and he protests, “No! No, I can’t just tell my best friend I’m in love with him!”

James shrugs. “You can,” he says. “You wanna know a secret?” He leans in just a bit. “My best friends fell in love.”

Seamus startles. “What?” He breathes, and James grins.

“Yeah. Sirius Potter and Remus Lupin. Wasted six bloody years apart before finally giving in and admitting it. They’re the most in love people I’ve ever met.” His brow wrinkles. “Well, except Sev and Lily and me.” It wrinkles further. “Nah, I gotta give ‘em this one.”

Seamus gapes in shock for a moment before blurting, “That werewolf and the Black runaway were in love?! And you - fuck, you were with Severus Snape???” James stares at him for a moment before blinking and then bursting into laughter.

When he finally calms down, he looks back up at Seamus’ flushed face and says, “Sirius is a Potter and a Lupin, not a Black. And he and Remy loved each other more than anything. And yeah, Sev and Lily and I had some real fun times.” He tilts his head in consideration and says, “Actually, now that I think about it, some of those happened right on that couch over there. It’s weird they haven’t gotten a new one, huh?”

Seamus sputters for a third and final time and skitters away with a tomato-red face as James shouts after him, “TELL HIM, KID! SHOVE HIM AGAINST A WALL AND SNOG HIM SENSELESS!”

(Seamus, later, to Harry: “Your dad is fucking wack, bro.”)

THREE: Lily Evans (Library, Restricted Section) & Cedric Diggory [Fourth Year - Someone To You (BANNERS), Good Old Days (Kesha, Macklemore)]

Cedric sneaks into the Restricted Section to hide from all the pressure of the tournament. One night he’s thumbing through the books in his boredom when he finds an unframed portrait of a smiling redhead. As soon as he lifts her out of the book, titled The Marauders: A Complete History of Unfiltered Pranks (by Minerva Mcgonogall for Minerva Mcgonogall, signed by Regulus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Severus Snape, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Lupin (Love you Minnie!), and Lily Evans), the portrait pipes up, “Hi! I’m Lily!”

Cedric nearly drops the book in shock, but manages to catch it at the last second, mustering up a smile for the grinning portrait and introducing himself. She beams and glances at the book in his hand, her smile turning mischievous. “That’s a good one. We did get up to a lot, didn’t we?”

Speechless, he nods, not really processing that she’s just admitted to being Lily Evans, and her eyes dull with sadness at the sight of one of the injuries on his collarbone from the most recent challenge.

“Where’d you get that?” She asks, and he explains the tournament. She hums, and finally murmurs, “I heard them say my son is in that. Is that true?”

Mouth dry, Cedric nods, and Lily looks up at him again with glassy eyes and rasps, “Can you tell him I love him? That I’m proud of him and so are his fathers? Can you tell him that for me?”

Cedric nods again, hearing a creak and turning his head towards the noise when Lily whispers, “Go. Go, Cedric, before you get caught. Be brave, honey.” Cedric shoves the portrait back into the book and the book back onto the shelf with a muttered goodbye before sprinting away, Lily’s words echoing in his ears like a dying child’s scream.

FOUR: Sirius Black (Mcgonogall’s Office) & Ginny Weasley [Fifth Year - Alone (Bazzi)]

Ginny is sitting in Mcgonogall’s office, waiting for her professor to come and scold her for punching Zabini (he touched Luna’s ass, what was she supposed to do? Ask him to kindly stick his nose up where the sun don’t shine? She’d still be here, and he’d still be snickering like the slimy motherfucker he is in that dungeon cell he calls his bedroom). She hears a cough from somewhere on Mcgonogall’s desk and straightens up, ducking her head to peek around when she hears, “Pssst. Over here.”

She looks over and sees a framed picture of Sirius Black, grinning as if he’d never died. She swallows down her tears and nods her head in a polite hello. Sirius’ smile saddens as he says, “I hear you’re dating my godson.”

Ginny blushes, but nods, and for a moment, Sirius looks like he’s about to cry. “Why are you here, Ginny?” He asks softly, and she shrugs.

“Punched a Slytherin who touched my friend’s ass.”

Sirius grins at that, nodding his head in respect. “Good girl. You ever think about why that is?”

Ginny’s brow furrows and she opens her mouth to ask what he means when she sees his eyes wandering to a sketch of a wolf howling at the moon on Mcgonogall’s far wall, with the note For you, Minnie. Moony didn’t want it. Love, Sirius.

“I fell in love with a boy once,” Sirius murmurs. “My best friend. Remus Lupin. And he loved me back.”

I know, Ginny wants to say. You two were married and gave baby Harry joint Christmas presents and danced in the kitchen when you thought no one else was still awake. I’ve heard the stories, I’ve seen the pictures. I know. But instead she stays quiet, listening as Sirius tells his story.

“But instead of admitting that, I dated Marlene McKinnon for three years. Sold my gay ass out to a lesbian whore because I was too afraid to tell him how I felt about him.” Ginny has a lot of questions about the “lesbian whore” part - “I mean, she was a friend of mine, but I never wanted to kiss her, or sleep with her, but I did anyway. And he looked so fucking sad all the time. But he didn’t say anything. He didn’t wanna ruin my happiness. I didn’t know how to tell him that he was my happiness. By the time I figured it out, it was too late.”

Ginny swallows, finally speaking up, “Why are you telling me this?” Sirius finally tears his eyes away from the picture of the wolf and the moon and gives her a bitter smile.

“Because I’m dead and my husband and I spent a mere three years together in all of the ten we knew each other. What kind of bullshit is that?”

Ginny shrugs. “Some bullshit,” she answers, and laughs uncomfortably.

Sirius laughs too, then sighs. He looks deep into her eyes and says, “I love my godson. You make sure he knows that. But I also love my husband. And I spent too damn long running from that. So let me save you a bit of trouble, Ginny - the greatest love is often the scariest.”

Ginny purses her lips. “What are you saying?” She says slowly, and Sirius smiles sadly as Mcgonogall’s heels come clicking down the hall.

“I’m saying maybe you shouldn’t waste your time on Harry when both your and his hearts lie elsewhere.”

Ginny blushes, looking down at the homemade bracelet Luna made her three summers ago, and at the sound of the door opening, she looks back up at a frozen Sirius, whose eyes are caught on Mcgonogall, somehow still twinkling.

FIVE: Peter Pettigrew (Outside Gryffindor Dorms) & Ron Weasley [Fifth Year - lovely (Billie Eilish, Khalid)]

Ron is sulking on the stairs outside the Gryffindor common room after a particularly bad Quidditch loss. He wishes he were with Hermione and Harry, but they were already tangled together when he came upstairs and he didn’t want to intrude, even though they invited him to.

He knows they’re all best friends, he just feels so much like the third wheel sometimes. So he’s sulking when he hears a soft, “Hey.”

He looks up in surprise and sees a portrait of Peter Pettigrew, and he immediately steels his eyes, backing away. Seeing this, Peter shouts, “Wait, no! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I know! I just - I didn’t actually betray them, you know? Okay, well, I did, but - but I fixed it! They forgave me! I promise I’m not evil, I’m not, Ron -”

“How do you know my name?” Ron blurts, and Peter jumps back in his frame, startled, then smiles softly.

“They say it,” he answers. “Harry, and that girl you’re always with. They say your name all the time.”

Ron blushes. “Oh,” he says, ducking his head with a smile. When he looks back up into Peter’s sad eyes, he says, “We lost today. Quidditch.”

Peter cocks his head. “To who?”

Ron shrugs, looking down at his lap and fidgeting with his fingers over his knees. “Slytherin. Never lost against Slytherin before.”

Peter shrugs. “James and Sirius did. All the time.”

Ron looks up. “Really?” Peter smiles softly.

“Yeah. Mostly because they wanted Severus and Regulus to feel good, but. Yeah, they lost to Slytherin all the damn time.”

Ron’s smile fades. “Severus? Like, Snape? The Death Eater?”

Peter winces, then shrugs. “The Order spy. But, yeah.”

Ron blinks in shock. “They were friends? Even after Lily?”

Peter’s brow furrows in confusion, but he answers anyway, “Yes? They were dating. Them and Lily. Sent the whole school up in flames.”

Ron’s jaw drops open. “You can do that?”

Peter shrugs. “Yeah, ‘course you can. You can date Harry and that girl if you want. No one’s stopping you.”

Ron flushes, looking down in shame.

“They don’t want me,” he mumbles. “Not the way they want each other.”

Peter hums. “Severus said that too. So did James. They were both idiots.” Looking up at Ron’s glistening eyes and pouting lips, he smiles.

“Just because you’re not the smartest or the strongest or the funniest or the best at anything in particular doesn’t mean you’re not important, or that people don’t care about you.”

Ron nods, slowly. He stands and heads back inside without another word, pretending he doesn’t hear Peter sigh and say, “You’re welcome,” bitterly as he mumbles the password to the Fat Lady and slips back through the crack in the door.

SIX: Severus Snape (Headmaster’s Office) & Hermione Granger [Sixth Year - Ophelia (The Lumineers), O Children (Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds)]

Hermione is visiting Dumbledore’s office for her Prefect badge and an overview of the position while Ron and Harry are brooding in their room. The three of them have become far closer than normal lately, and she’s almost glad to be away for a moment, as they’ve always been more honest with each other when she isn’t around. She can’t decide if that bothers her or not.

She’s waiting for Dumbledore to get there when she hears, “Miss Granger, correct?” in a slow, molasses drawl.

She looks up at the portrait labelled Severus Snape and answers the boy in the Slytherin tie, “Yes. Hello, Mr. Snape.”

Severus grins slowly, a cat-like expression of amusement and carefully calculated arrogance. “Smart one, aren’t you?” He asks, and she nods. He clicks his tongue. “Should’ve been in Ravenclaw.”

She flushes and opens her mouth to retort when the Sorting Hat starts shouting about insecure fuckwads who don’t know their place and Severus starts screaming back about it not doing its fucking job right until finally Hermione screams, “STOP!”

The hat grumbles off to sleep again while she stares a shocked Severus down, her shaking hands curled in fists as she says, “Please don’t shout at it. It’s tired.”

Severus raises an eyebrow, but huffs and turns away. She sees his blank arm as he turns his back to her and feels her heart break open with pity.

“You’re Harry’s father, right?” She asks softly, and his head whips towards her in shock. She offers a sad smile and explains, “Lily and James. There are no records, of course, but…”

“You’re Mcgonogall’s favorite,” Severus finishes, smiling wryly. “Yes. I am one of Harry’s fathers.”

Hermione nods, looking down at her books, and swallows before looking back up again to say, “He really loves you.”

Severus rears back in shock, his eyes searching her for lies as she tears up. “He really does. You may not know it, and he doesn’t speak of it, but - but I can tell. He misses you.”

Severus’ eyes turn dull and glassy and he turns away, hiding his face with his long shaggy hair. Hermione swallows down her tears, smiling again. “Yes, well -”

“I love him too,” Severus interrupts, voice soft. “I miss him too. We all do. Tell… tell him that, would you?”

Hermione blinks, then nods.

“Of course,” she says, ducking her head as the staircase starts to rumble. “I’ll take good care of him, sir.”

Severus smiles that sad wry smile again and stills just as Dumbledore steps through the door, but Hermione hears his silence echo in her ears.

Thank you.

SEVEN: Remus Lupin (Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom) & Luna Lovegood [Seventh Year - Dynasty (MIIA), Towards The Sun (Rihanna)]

As the war comes closer and closer to Hogwarts, the students there grow more and more anxious. Luna herself takes refuge in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, where only Harry and Ginny know to find her. But with Harry on the run with Ron and Hermione and Ginny trying to hold down the fort with Seamus and Dean, Luna often finds herself alone.

One day she decides to make her way up onto the balcony over the classroom that leads to the office, and she reaches for the knob on the office door when she hears, “Don’t go in there, Miss Lovegood.”

She looks over at the portrait who’s spoken, dubbed Remus Lupin, and smiles. He smiles kindly back and asks, “What are you even looking for?”

Luna shrugs. “Some way to help, I guess.”

Remus smiles wryly and nods, glancing down at the wedding ring adorning his finger. His smile softens for a moment before he says, “Sometimes, Miss Lovegood, the best way to win a war is by treating others with kindness.”

Luna tilts her head to the side. “Like, with hugs and smiles?” She asks, and Remus smiles, biting his lip and nodding. His eyes are glassy, but she pretends not to notice.

“Yes, my dear, with hugs and smiles. Support each other. Take no conversation for granted. Merlin knows the only thing that comforted me in the first war was the constant reminders that I still had my family. That they were fighting with me, and that I was fighting for them.”

Luna nods sagely and looks down at the bracelets littering her wrists, each one made for a different person in her life: Ginny, her girlfriend; Harry, her partner; Neville, her best friend; Draco and Ron and Hermione, her friends. She asks, “What comforted you when you died? I know… I know it wasn’t fast. Or painless.”

Remus smiles, his eyes shining with kindness and hope despite the exhausted bruises beneath them and the scars across his face.

“I wasn’t alone,” he answers, his voice soft. “I died by Sirius’ side. I was holding his hand when I saw the light. And in the light there were silhouettes - James, Peter, Lily, Severus, Regulus. They were waiting for us. And I knew we would be okay.”

Luna nods. She twists a ring on her finger and says, “Thank you, Mr. Lupin. I’d best be going now.”

Remus nods as she begins to descend the steps, his voice ringing out one last time, “Good luck, Luna. I hope to Merlin your victory will be more permanent than ours.”

Luna twirls around, cocking her head as she asks, “You think we’ll win?” Remus smiles.

He nods, his eyes twinkling, and says, “Someone has to. Why not you?”

ONE: All Together Again (Grimmauld Place, Harry & Ron & Hermione’s Bedroom) & Harry Potter [After Graduation of Eighth Year - Daylight (Taylor Swift)]

Following the end of the war, Harry moves into Grimmauld Place, left to him by the godfather he never knew. He takes Hermione and Ron with him, the three of them having been in a committed relationship since sometime when they were on the run and following an unspoken agreement that they will follow each other anywhere.

Luna lives nearby with Ginny, in an apartment by Draco’s little cottage and Neville’s tiny hovel. The three of them live quietly, though their friends visit often. Harry feels better, happier, though the hole left by his missing family is still there.

One day, as he’s putting up pictures of him and his partners around their shared bedroom, he hears, “Harry?”

He looks up, and there, on the opposite wall, is a picture of the seven Marauders, all young and staring at him in shock. Harry tears up and rushes over, taking the picture delicately in his hands and smiling as he rakes his eyes over his lost family. They all grin back, and Harry reads the inscription on the frame: My dear Marauders, You have been my pride and joy for seven long short years. I know you will all do great things; I cannot wait to see what you accomplish. You are, and have always been, my favorite students. All my love, Minnie.

Harry covers his mouth, emotional, until finally James asks, “Are you happy?”

Harry looks at Remus and Sirius, their fingers intertwined and their eyes sparkling. He looks at Regulus and Peter, their arms around each other’s shoulders as they grin. He looks at Severus and Lily and James, his three wonderful parents. And he looks down at the two wedding rings on the chain around his own neck, bearing the initials R.W. and H.G.. And he nods.

“Yeah,” he answers, grinning. “Yeah, I’m really fucking happy.”

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sprnklersplashes · 3 years ago

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jdronica+I kissed you in front of my ex (also on ao3)

The 7-Eleven is hardly much warmer than it is outside, but at least it’s drier. Veronica shakes the rain out of her hair as she steps in, shaking her head like a dog and sprinkling tiny droplets over the tiles. September announced its arrival in Sherwood with grey skies and bucket loads of rain, and three days in, the downpour shows no sign of stopping. It put a little bit of a damper to show up on the first day of her senior year soaking wet (pun intended because puns should always be intended), and there’s a growing sense of anxiety among students about whether or not the rain will let up in time for football practice to start.

But, where the rain might mess with first-day plans and be a pain for football fanatics, it’s the ideal weather for movie nights. The kind that involves piles of blankets, hot cocoa, and a combination of new releases and old favourites. The kind that, funnily enough, Veronica and Martha had planned for the weekend and scheduled when the sun was still out.

Maybe the weather was on their side.

“Okay, you grab the JiffyPop and drinks; I’ll raid the candy aisle,” Veronica instructs. “I’ll meet you at the counter.”

“Don’t go crazy on the candy,” Martha warns her. “Orange soda or blue?”

“Orange, and I will go completely crazy on the candy.” Martha raises her eyebrow, a fond shake of her head, but there’s little she can do when there’s a five-dollar bill burning in Veronica’s pocket. Veronica shoots little finger guns at Martha before bouncing down the candy aisle, taking stock of all the treats on offer.

She grabs a packet of Milk Duds because they go great with popcorn and a sharing bag of red vines too. She grabs a packet of the little watermelons (Martha’s personal favourite) and chuckles as she picks up a sharing bar of Hershey’s (private joke). She drops her candy stash into her basket and is in the middle of a debate between the packets of Sour Patch Kids and the packets of chips on sale when something, or rather someone, appears behind her.

“Want a Slurpee with that?”

She only jumps a tiny bit, and she’s glad because it doesn’t show how the stranger scared the pants off her. Mostly because she was lost in her head, but still, what was the asshole expecting, coming behind her like that? She turns around, her basket still on her arm, and she has an entire rant about convenience store etiquette ready, but it dies when she sees who it is.

Jason Dean, or as he prefers to be known, JD. New kids are something of a rarity in Sherwood, Ohio, which means he’s front-page news at school. Branded The New Kid, and he’ll probably still be that at graduation. People have done their best to Make Him Feel Welcome, as Ms. Fleming brightly suggested (demanded) they do, and despite some pleasantries, no one’s quite managed to get him to their lunch table. Most of the time, he’s alone, always with a different book. He’s gone from Baudelaire to Dickens to Orwell.

Not that she’s paying attention.

“Well, hello, Jason Dean.” She leans up against the counter and gestures to the cup in his hand. “Not my thing, but if you play your cards right, you can buy me a Big Gulp.”

“Blasphemy, little miss. Slurpee is the signature dish of the house. Did you say cherry or lime?”

“I said Big Gulp.” She lets the smile linger on her lips, feels it grow wider as he turns around. He laughs it off, and she takes note of the dimples in his cheeks, the way his hair falls forward into his eyes in a way that may or may not make her heart pick up.

“You’re Veronica, right?” he asks. “Veronica Sawyer.” He holds his free hand up. “Not stalking. I just sit two rows behind you in English.”

“I remember,” she replies. “Yes, it’s Veronica Sawyer.” She crosses her arms over her chest and chews thoughtfully on her lower lip. “So… may I ask what brings you to Sherwood, Ohio?”

His smile falters then, the spark dimming in his eyes, and his free hand slides into his pocket. She kicks herself immediately, her with her stupid attempts at flirting and her stupid nose poking into other people’s business. This is why she only sticks to Martha and occasionally Heather Mac, and if the universe wanted to remind her, it could have done it less painfully.

“Uh, new foster placement,” he tells her after a minute. “My old group home got too crowded, and it turns out the only other place that would take a teenager with insane daddy issues was all the way across the state.”

“Oh,” is all she can find to say, for all her teachers praising her for her brains. One word, one syllable. “Well, that’s….” Cool? Nice? Fun? Interesting? Nothing is appropriate here, no matter what direction she turns in.

But then Jason Dean taps her arm, wearing a smile that’s equal parts charming and apologetic, and the smoke in her brain begins to clear.

“Sorry, I probably should’ve been a bit more tactful there,” he says. “I know it’s a bit of a wild thing to drop on someone. My tragic hero backstory and all that.”

“Well, if it means you end up leading a life of crime-fighting and protecting our town, it all works out.”

“Maybe. Not sure if I can pull off the tights and leotard.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ve got the legs for it,” she replies, and when he bursts out laughing, so does she. It feels weird, almost familiar. Like she’s known him for far longer than three days. She shuffles closer to him, pulled forward by her curiosity.

He eyes her basket and opens his mouth to say something else, but then the little bell rings at the shop door, and Veronica lets out a soft curse when she sees who it is.

What exactly her ex-girlfriend is doing at the 7-Eleven, she can’t fathom. This was on her list of places she could most definitely keep going to regularly after they broke up, and that list is depressingly small. This is meant to be the part of town Heather Duke, or any of the Heathers don’t grace with their presence, not even Macnamara. If they divided up the assets after breaking up last month, the 7-Eleven was definitely in her pile.

Or maybe not, she thinks as she watches Heather cross the floor in her heels, loose change in her hand.

The universe just will not let her be.

Duke notices her after she does, dark eyes widening at the sight of her. Veronica’s at a loss for what to do, whether to wave at her, flip her off, or just ignore her completely. She needs to think of something soon because Heather is moving closer towards her, and the last thing she needs is a not-so-subtle reminder of how she’s doing so much better than she is.

Her brain turns off, her body going into autopilot.

Instinct says to grab the closest thing to her, and the closest thing happens to be JD.

She whispers, “I’m sorry,” just loud enough so he can hear a second before her lips touch his, and by that point, she can’t exactly back out.

She doesn’t know what’s crazier; her kissing JD or the fact he kisses her back.

His hand is flat against her back, his other one cupping her cheek. She doesn’t know how experienced he is in these matters, but damn, he’s not bad. She’d even call him good. Maybe great. He tilts his head slightly but still lets her keep control, and his lips are soft and slightly cold from the Slurpee. It’s just slow enough to make it interesting, and he doesn’t pull away when she kisses him again.

When she does pull away, Heather is far past them, her pace too quick to be calm, and Veronica smugly counts it as a victory.

That is until she realises her hands are still balled up in JD’s shirt.

“I am… so sorry,” she begins. “I just… I know I shouldn’t have, but I just needed to do something to-”

“Woah, woah, woah, Ronnie,” he says. She only blushes slightly at the nickname. “Just answer me one question.” She nods, words catching in her throat, and he points up to where Heather is. “Ex?”

“Yup,” is her meek response, and to her shock, he laughs.

“Okay, Veronica Sawyer,” he tells her. “No hard feelings.” She untangles herself from him and retrieves her basket from where she dropped it on the floor. She looks behind and finds his Slurpee sitting on the shelf, standing out amongst the candies.

She’s tempted by the Slurpee offer, after all. She needs something to stop her cheeks from burning.

“I should go,” she says. “My friend, she’ll be wondering where I am.” She backs up, her eyes unable to leave his grinning face. “Um, thank you very much. For being so understanding about… that. All of that. Uh, see you around maybe. Yeah.”

She manages to turn herself around and takes the opportunity to stop hiding and let out a silent scream. She moves to go, to run and pay for her candy, and start plan to avoid him as much as humanly possible-or change her name and flee the state, that could work-but then he calls after her, and she stops in her tracks,

“Hey!” he says. She turns to face him again, and while he keeps a respectable distance, she can still see the smile on his face, all soft angles and laugh lines, and the telltale butterflies begin in her stomach.

“You’re busy this weekend,” he says. “What about next?”

That’s the story of Veronica Sawyer and Jason Dean’s first kiss.

For those who want to know, their second involves her pinning up against the wall of a McDonald’s bathroom and him breathlessly whispering her name against her lips.

#heathers the musical #heathers fanfic #jdronica #pure au jdronica #veronica sawyer #jason dean #i wrote this over teh course of an hour and just posted it so yeahhhhhh.....#i miss heathers

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‘Tis the Season

Characters: Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood/Tim Stoker/Sasha James

Summary:

The Archives Polycule celebrates the holidays. Featuring Disaster Jon, Hot Baker Martin, and Master Decorators Tim and Sasha.

“It’s a little crooked on the left side. You should fix that.”

After one too many of these comments, Jon was banished back inside.

If Tim had just let him on the ladder, it would be straight. It would be perfect. Jon was the one who suggested putting the lights up around the outside door of their flat (and secured permission to do so), he should’ve at least been involved in the execution. But Tim immediately vetoed the idea with a laugh. “You don’t have a great history with heights, boss. And you’ve always been a bit wobbly.” Jon took offense to that.

So he’d been stuck on the ground, pointing out every flaw in Tim’s attempt. He wanted to get everything right. None of them were religious, but it was their first holiday together and there was something very romantic about the season. At least, according to Martin. And if it put a smile on his face, Jon was willing to do it. He wasn’t immune to a little Christmas cheer himself, as much as he grumbled about it.

Tim, however, was not listening to his advice. “You should go inside, you’re shivering,” he grunted as he attempted to string the lights further out of reach. Jon shook his head, determined to see this through to the end.

“I’m fine, it’s not that bad.”

“I was just being nice,” Tim replied, heaving a sigh as he looked over his work. He gazed down at Jon, looking irritated but fond. “You’re being a little pest. Go inside and help Martin with the cookies.” Jon shot him an offended look, but did as he was told. It was rather cold outside.

And Martin was very, very warm. It was always nice spending time with him in these domestic sort of ways, but Jon was an absolute mess in the kitchen. Martin was standing over the counter, flour on his apron and just a bit on his cheek. He shot him a dubious look as he entered, eyes going soft as he watched Jon shiver and taking his hands in his own to warm them up. Martin had big hands, soft but slightly calloused. Jon was embarrassed to admit it, but he liked the way they covered his own, smaller ones. It made him feel protected. Safe.

“Think you can handle mixing?”

“Of course.”

He could not. It wasn’t his fault he lacked coordination.

After about five minutes cleaning up the mess he’d made on the counter (“And the sink, and the floor, how is that even possible, Jon?”) he’d been relegated to making little dough balls and setting them on the pan. That was easy enough. Tasty, too. Until he was caught.

“Stop eating that!” His hand was batted away, sending one of the little balls of dough flying. “You’ll make yourself sick.”

“That’s not true, and you know it.” Jon grumbled, picking up the dough from where it landed on the ground.

“It is if you eat three of them.”

It was four, actually. But what Martin didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

One more mishap involving a hot pan, a napkin, and a fretting Martin, and he was sent to help Sasha decorate the tree. That was something he could do, easily. He had a nice eye for those sorts of things.

Sasha disagreed.

“The garland’s crooked, Jon. Put it up a little higher.”

“I can’t reach there.”

“You have to put the heavy ornaments on the heavy branches. Else they’ll break.”

“It’s fine- oh. Sorry.”

“Look, just do the handmade ones, okay? They’re ugly and somehow indestructible.”

“I made that one!”

And that was why he was now sitting on the sofa, cocooned in a fluffy blanket with a cup of hot cocoa and a few cookies to ‘keep his hands busy,’ according to Martin. This was not an ideal situation- he was supposed to be helping them, not lazing about.

“I’m not doing anything, Sasha. What’s the point of decorating if we aren’t all involved?”

“Sorry, love. You’re just a bit of a mess, that’s all,” she attempted to look apologetic as she turned from her admittedly beautiful handiwork with the tree. “Just sit there and look pretty. Relax.”

“You are doing something,” Tim called from the doorway, where he was currently wiping his boots on a doormat. “You’re our Elf on a Shelf. Grouch on a Couch. Every flat needs one.”

He did feel quite cozy. And it was relaxing, as loathed as he was to admit it. The smell of cookies in the oven, the soft, cheery music in the background. Martin, Tim, Sasha. It was perfect. Maybe Martin wasn’t the only one who needed this.

“I’m thinking we should bring the ol’ Research traditions to the Archives,” Tim said, settling in beside him, Jon instinctively leaning into his side. “Give Martin the true holiday experience.”

Sasha barked out a laugh. “You just want to bring back the mistletoe.”

“You caught me, Sash. Maybe Secret Santa too-”

“That doesn’t work when we’ve all already bought presents for each other,” Jon argued. His first year, someone had drawn his name and didn’t bother to get him anything, though they still attended the year-end party and exchange. It was very embarrassing, and just a little bit saddening (another thing he won’t admit). Every year since, Sasha and Tim managed to draw his name, even as the department got bigger. A happy coincidence.

“Still could be fun,” Martin was leaning against the kitchen door frame, looking so good in that apron it was almost unfair. “Didn’t you used to dress up as Santa, Tim?”

“Um, it was actually ‘Old Holiday Present Man’ I’ll have you know. But in case you were wondering- yes, people did sit in my lap and tell me what gifts they wanted. What was it you wished for, Jon?”

“The same I did every year,” Jon rolled his eyes, his facing burning at the memory. “To never face such public embarrassment again.”

The others snickered. “And yet-”

“Every year, wasn’t it?”

“-you sat on my lap.”

“Shut up,” Jon muttered. “You made me.”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you say.” Jon wanted to make a rebuttal but he was just so warm, so content. The lights in the tree twinkled in his blurry vision and he had to fight back a yawn. The radio had turned to one of the old Christmas hymns, the type he’d always preferred to sing along too. He couldn’t summon the energy to do it, however, so instead he just hummed along.

“You have such a nice voice,” Sasha commented, as she stepped back to admire her handiwork. “You could be our little radio.”

Jon let out a soft snort. “I’m bigger than a radio, Sasha.”

“Hm, maybe.”

He let his eyes slip shut, curling his legs up on the couch and leaning further into Tim’s side. A little nap wouldn’t hurt. But Tim nudged him up, ignoring his grunt of protest.

“Can’t go to sleep on me now. You’ve got the most important job of all!” He opened his eyes to find Sasha waving the tree topper in front of his face, an obnoxiously bright gold star. Jon sighed, though he didn’t fight the smile on his face as he took it out of her hands.

“Well I’m going to need a chair, first of all-”

“Who needs a chair when you have a Martin?” Tim proclaimed. And as easy as that, he was unceremoniously scooped up under his arms and led over to the tree in a strong grip, his startled sounds of protest ignored.

“Go on then, put it up.”

“Don’t drop it,” Sasha added unhelpfully. “It was quite expensive.”

“I won’t,” Jon sniped, although his hands were shaking slightly as he reached out to place it on the top of the tree and adjust it as needed. The three let out an only slightly condescending cheer, which Jon ignored. “There. Happy? Now you can put me down.” He wasn’t so much put down as he was placed back in Tim’s arms, Sasha and Martin joining in on the too-small couch. As stupid and cheesy as it sounded, he took a small amount of pride in being able to accomplish something without messing it up- it felt nice. That is, until Tim’s next words.

“Think it’s a little crooked.”

Martin put a preemptive hand on Jon’s back, as if to stop him from rearing up to argue. “Shush, Tim. It’s fine.”

“I’ll fix it later.”

“Don’t you dare.”

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28014597

#my writing #holiday fluff #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tim stoker #sasha james #polychives #jonmartintimsasha #this is pure sweetness and i wont apologize #might do a few more holiday themed ones if anyone likes #let me have this dammit

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