#so i figured i'd actuaLLY take the time and effort for your new husband

[captjprice]

Hi Angel🖤

can i gst a nsfw piece with Dbf!Price or Ex-Husband!Price x chubby f!reader;

How he doesn't let the lack of titles stop him from considering the reader 𝙝𝙞𝙨 and is enthusiastic to spread the agenda around in any way possible.

Including always giving the idea him and reader are together, chasing away anyone with possible interest in reader and most importantly constantly getting in her personal space to cause so much confusion because despite everything she 'protests' ,she actually is 𝙝𝙞𝙨 and Price getting too close or saying something just for her to hear makes her malfunction for a second.

When he gets his opportunity to slip up her skirt, his breeding kink with intention to procreate comes out to play except hers matches his and now they're both fighting for their lives in every position possible to make sure they both get what they want like.

thank you, adieu 💋

ExHusband!John Price x Chubby!F!reader

You'll always be his, despite everything.

a/n: no because these requests ONG yall are eating this up 😭😭😭 ive also been so busy with school so if you put in a request i will def get to it this week/next week!!!

mentions: light dubcon, smut obv, fingering, exhibitionism, domprice, subreader

• He's soo clingy, even after the divorce— He just can't seem to keep his hands off of you whenever he sees you. Always a hand on your plush waist, or a finger hooked in your belt-loop. You two might not have a title anymore, but you're still his.

• John still persuades you to let him help you, with groceries for example. But it's all just an excuse for him to make sure nobody's coming to steal you away.

• He's just as sweet as he was before the divorce, like all of the fights never happened. Giving you those sweet smiles and caresses.

• But it only gets worse when he joins you at the neighbourhood bbq, lingering behind you the whole time with his hand on your shoulder, showing others that you were off-limits. Whenever someone strikes up a conversation, he'll shut it down by dragging you along to the kitchen, complaining he's thirsty. You're such a cute little thing after all, he needs to keep you away from the rest.

• You know what he's doing, and even though it stirs something in your belly you know it's not right.

• But you find it hard to protest as he pushes you up against the counter, reaching behind you to grab a cup. He's smiling down at you, acting like nothing's wrong.

"You need to stop, John. It's not.." You trail off, knowing he gets what you're saying. He seems unfazed, looking you up and down, admiring your outfit. "Lovely dress, sweetheart. Is it new?" John asks lowly, then takes a sip of his drink. You give a glare, and cross your arms. "You're still so pretty, y'know?" He continues, reaching out to caress your hips. Fuck, he loved your figure. Some might argue you're too big, but it's just right for him. Tits and ass to die for, but most importantly your thighs. You shift in your stance, but don't push him away. He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear. "I'd give anything to fuck that pretty little cunt one more time."

• His words make you take in a breath and your cheeks burn, causing you to excuse yourself to the bathroom and hurry off. What the fuck was he playing at?!

• As you lock the bathroom door, you really can't deny the ache between your legs— It's so wrong, because you're divorced, for gods sake. You press your thighs together to attempt to relieve the tension.

• When you're positive your blush has disappeared you step out, finding John in conversation with a couple. His eyes light up when he sees you, and he gestures you over.

"There's my girl," He cooes softly.

• His words make you nudge his side, and his hand wraps around your waist again to pull you snug to his side.

• You listen as he talks, and to the way he makes no effort to disclose the fact that you're divorced— No, quite the opposite. He boasts about you, calls you his girl.

• It makes you even angrier, causing you to mutter something when the couple leaves back to the backyard.

"Not your girl, John."

• Your words tick him off, causing him to flip you around with your back to him against the counter. He presses closer to you, making an effort to press his bulge against your ass.

"What, sweetheart?" He grumbles, both his hands holding onto your hips to keep you in place. You sputter out another reply, although flustered. "I-.. We're not together anymore, John.. This.." He gives another glance to the door and then back at you, his hand moving lower to cup your ass. You stifle a noise. "What are you doing, this-.. Anyone could walk in!" He snickers at your concern, pushing your dress up. "Better be quiet then." John grunts, squeezing your plush ass. "Fuck, i've missed this."

• He doesn't seem to care if anyone comes in as he pushes your panties aside and plunges two fingers inside of you, causing you to mewl and grip onto the counter. You keep telling him to stop, but it just turns into incoherent babbles. Your pussy makes obscene noises as he moves back in and out, dripping onto your legs and panties.

• He can't even keep going until you're cumming, the mess you're making on his fingers has already got him so fucking hard. He fucking needs you, now.

• He isn't as gentle as he was before as he drags you to the upstairs bedroom— Probably belonging to the poor barbeque organiser. John shoves you onto the bed, undoing his belt.

"Fuuuck, yeah. Finally gonna breed you again, yeah? You want that?" He asks, and you know there's no point in denying him anymore. You nod lazily, laying on your back and spreading your legs.

Your pretty pussy glistens for him, and he lets out a long moan as he finally pulls himself out of his pants, pumping his cock a few times. John crawls onto the bed, his hand coming up to rub your clit a few times. "You want me to make you a mommy this time, love?" He positions his head at your entrance. "Gonna really make you mine, this time. Gonna get you nice and pregnant, that's how good i'll fuck you." You whine out again as he slowly pushes into you, a milky white ring already forming on his dick.

• He pushes your knees to your chest to fuck as deep into you as he can, and the noises you make are so loud he has to shut you up, his hand covering your mouth.

• John's sloppy and quick, more focused on pumping you full instead of taking it slow and intimate. He's groaning— Almost growling at the thought of getting you full of him, showing everyone he owns you.

• When John cums inside, he keeps himself in for a few more minutes, brushing your hair aside and whispering how good you were from him.

"Lovie, you did so well f'me, yeah?" He muses, caressing your cheeks. "You're always so good for me." John pants, looking down at where his cock is nestled inside of you. Despite keeping himself in, you've still managed to drip onto the bed and make a mess of his thighs.

• When he pulls out it leaves you feeling oh so empty, but he soothes you with a quick peck to the lips. His fingers push whatever's left of his seed back into you with a shameful squelch.

• The shame is evident in your expression as you get dressed again, especially after fucking on someone else's bed.

• But John seems to relish in it as he zips up his jeans and helps you stand.

"Think you should rethink that divorce yet, sweetheart?" He says teasingly, squeezing your waist as he takes you back downstairs.

• The excuse he makes for you is so stupid, but somehow the neighbours believe it, and John drives you back home with a tight grip on your thigh.

• You're not done with him for the day.

[young-jae]

nam joohyuk in all of his dramas ⌙ happy birthday, @kangyeosaang ♡

[visd3stele]

Remus image - angst & fluff

*mostly angst with a tinsy bit of fluff

*forced marriage trope

summary: you're a Slytherin pure blood dating Remus Lupin, but your family has other plans

TW: none

A/N: any thoughts and opinions are welcomed. I'd love your reviews. Requests are open, too, if any of you are interested in that

masterlist

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You're staring at the high ceiling, wide awake and way past the middle of the night. In your hands, an envelope is twitching with every move of your fingers, twisting its corners anxiously. You received it at dinner that night, the letter from your family. And wisely waited until the privacy of your room to open it. Around you, pure bloods Slytherins were sound asleep. You made sure not to let any emotion show, on your face or voice. Something everyone in between the walls of the Slytherin residence could most likely do.

You read it once. Then again and again until each word, each letter carved its mark in your brain. Carefully, you folded it back, wrapping it in the thick layer of the envelope. Despite having stopped reading it, the news your family dropped on you kept on repeat in your mind. Over and over and over. Marriage. They found you a perfect, pure blood spouse to marry. No matter that you were still in school. And only sixteen. And already having a boyfriend.

But of course, that last part might be exactly why your blood supremacist family decided to take your love life in their hands at last. For you were dating Remus Lupin, head boy of Griffindor. Involuntarily your lips moved upward at the mere thought of him. The way his soft brown hair feels under your palms when he lays his head in your lap in the afternoon – that is when you convince him to take a break from learning for a change. Your smiled deepened. The way his scarred hands stroke your face right before he leans in to kiss you. You blushed in the dark. The way his eyes sparkle after one of the Marauders notorious pranks. The way he rolls his eyes and leave a snarky comments to any Slytherin who mock your relationship and how it only masks his own fears and self doubts.

Now you were crying. You'll have to break up with him. You'll have to break up with him without bringing the marriage up. You didn't want him to think back on what could have been years after. It's better if he thinks there is no chance anymore to be with you. And you had to do it quick. News spread in the pure blood community and risking lying about your parents intention only to fool yourself a bit longer with stolen happy times was as self destructive as it can get at this point.

You slipped your body on one side. And tossed. The envelope fell off your bed. You didn't bother to pick it up. But someone did. You felt it rather than hear it, someone picking it up and placing it on your nightstand.

" 'Morning," that sweet voice you loved so much whispered. And you snapped your head towards it in shock. Only to find a very uncomfortable Remus Lupin, switching from leg to leg, smiling awkwardly at you.

"It's five in the morning." He stated before you could find your words through the foggy veil of your thoughts. "And the sunrise is about to start..." Remus went on, looking anywhere but at you.

More tears sting your eyes, threatening to slide down your cheeks and getting completely out of your control. Here he was, your perfect boyfriend, sneaking in your bedroom to take you to see the sunrise. For you, this boy defined romance and no amount of scars, secret disappearances on the full moon and mysteries surrounding it could change that. You were more than willing to give him time, let him open up to you when he feels like it. After all, he has great friends to share secrets with and you wouldn't get in between them.

Biting your lips, you closed the distance and hugged him tight. After less than a second of hesitation, Remus put his hands around you as well. You needed it, the proximity, the safety, the warmth and love. When you were sure your voice won't break, you breathed a question to him. "And how are you planning to sneak me out?"

Remus saw right through your attempt. He pulled back a little, enough to brush his fingers over your swollen face. "Have you been crying?" Worry clouded those beautiful brown eyes. You shook your head, snatching yourself from him and desperately wiping your tears. You should do it now. Tell him it's over. Spare him – and yourself – for the pain and torture of stretching it longer. It was time to face it: your relationship was doomed from the start.

But you couldn't. Not yet. Just a little more time, you bargained with yourself. Just that sunrise together. One last date. You promised to no one. So you made yourself swallow and said instead "My family," dismissing any further remarks.

Remus pulled you back into his lean body, long arms the only thing holding you together. He needed no other explanation. Thanks to that friend of his, Sirius, Remus knew exactly what those two words meant coming from a pure blood kid. He pressed a kiss on top of your head, caressing your back in soothing large circles. Voice dipped with concern, he asked "Do you want to talk about it or do you want me to distract you?"

"What about taking me to see that sunrise you mentioned and we'll figure it out from there?"

He nodded, led you to the now slightly opened window and motioned for his broom flying within reach.

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The sun beamed from between rare clouds, spread amongst a royal blue sky. Orange light crowned the ascending golden disc, fading into a soft purple and light pink at its edges. The curtain of morning mist broke the rays in matt bliss, wrapping around your entangled figures.

A wet coldness flew on with the tentative mist, but Remus planned everything ahead, it seemed. He had a wool blanket at ready, different bits and pieces of clothing, threads and patches sewed together.

"Don't tell me you picked up knotting, Moony." You didn't know when it happened, but you had taken on calling him by the silly nickname his friends did.

"No. My mother made it, actually." The scar on his lip pulled up as he patted the spot next to him. He had laid a blanket on the freshly cut grass near the Black Lake and held his mother's gift in a silent invitation.

You snuggled in, circling his waist with your arms and nuzzled your nose in the crook of his neck. "Y/n!" he exclaimed, a shiver running through him at the contact with your cold skin. You sent him a grin that had nothing to do with apologies and you both snickered before turning awe filled eyes to the sunrise.

Remus let his own head lean down on your own, brown hair slightly brushing your forehead. His hand found its way to yours and as your fingers laced together he rubbed his thumb on top of your palm.

Content silence settled in. Only birds dared sing a sharp note once in a while. Your boyfriend knew how to choose a date spot, you were more than happy to give him that. The marvelous sight the sky presented doubled in the lake's still waters. Calmness washed over you. Here and now, with Remus' hand in yours, your head resting on his shoulder, everything pieced into place.

You turned your face, meeting the warn off material of his shirt and placed a kiss there. Lifting your lips upward, you kissed his exposed neck as well. Then his cheek, lingering close to his lips before stopping to murmur "I love you, Remus Lupin! So, so much."

He met your lips with his own and you were thankful he said nothing about the pang in your voice. "And I you, my darling." His glittering eyes, filled with adoration and care, were too much for your heart to bear. It was all you could do to close your eyelids tight and press into his side even more.

"Is something wrong, y/n?" Remus asked, shifting his arm to welcome your new position.

"No. Nothing. Just overwhelmed by everything I feel for you." And in a way, it was true. Not the whole truth, but as you couldn't give him that...

An unsure smiled played on your lips. He brought your face to his again, laying a kiss on your nose. You scrunch it up and made a face at him. He tried to bit back his laugh, but failed as a bundle of it escaped in a soft breath, tingling your flushed cheeks.

Remus kissed you again, this time on the bridge of your nose. Which earned him a giggle and a wide smile. Bringing your hands to his face, you cupped his cheeks and touched your noses together.

"We're missing the sunrise. And you put so much effort in this."

"Hmmm," he mused, leaning in your touch. "The sun does much of the work, to be fair." You burst in laughing at that, shaking your forehead against his.

You two traded more kisses – and then some more, bathed in the dawn light of a new day.

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"Where have you been?" You heard James Potter asked your boyfriend when you bumped in him and the rest of the Marauders in the hall.

Peter waved at you, while Sirius gave you a knowing smirk at which you rolled your eyes. Truth be told, their demand wasn't misplaced. You and Remus didn't show up at breakfast, and run late for the first class.

"Down at the lake, Prongs. I should know better than to ask for notes, right?"

"Not to worry, Moony, you didn't miss much."

You left Remus to his friends, brushing your lips to his as a form of good-bye. You headed to your room. Thoughts swirled in your mind, flying by so fast you barely registered them. You passed Narcissa and Lucius on your way. They have been married since year four, something you found very unsettling. At that time, you belittled Narcissa for not fighting off her families wishes, like her sister and cousin. But now, that you found yourself in her place? You started to understand. To understand that courage is not so easy to haul up from whatever pit it lays dormant in one's being.

So lost in thoughts, you haven't noticed the guy sitting on your bed until he spoke, voice laced with disgust. "You better kick that sorry excuse of a wizard away before we make our engagement public, honey."

You startled. "Who...?"

"Why, your new husband, of course."

"Future husband. And Remus is a fine wizard, greater than you could ever hope to be."

The stranger only rolled his eyes and huffed. "Whatever you say, honey. Just make him gone by noon. I have plans for us before the ceremony."

A ceremony that would take place in a few months, once summer blooms, you realized, dread chilling your blood in your veins. The tight line of your lips followed your betrothed until he left and swiped the door close.

Noon. Break up with Remus by noon. Make it look like it's over because there is no love anymore. Let him think you choose this smug, full of himself, brainless, boorish brute over him. It's the right course of action. So you told yourself. And so you did. Any hope for standing up against your family gone.

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Wind howling outside, rain pouring, you thought the weather mocked you. It just happened to turn gloomy and morbid all of a sudden, when you were about to break the heart of the most precious boy in the whole school. And yours too in the progress.

"Remus, can we talk for a second?"

"Sure, what is it?" He turned his whole focus on you, dropping mid conversation with his mates about whatever prank they were up to next.

"Moony!" three offended sighs followed you as you dragged Remus to a more private spot. The way he no more than waved at his friends, giving all up for you, knowing you had a bad day, strung a painful chord in your soul. You did not deserve this boy. Maybe the wedding was a good thing after all.

"Hey, y/n, talk to me," Remus whispered when you came to a halt. His fingers searched for yours, trying to turn you around to face him. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. I'm here for you. We'll fix it."

"No." You said, and cursed your weak voice. You still didn't face him. "No we won't fix this." You spoke again, this time with more surety, allowing a sharp edge to it.

Bless his too kind soul, he didn't balk away. Instead, he took one stop forward, resting his head on your spine and bringing his long arms around you. "Everything's gonna be fine, y/n. I promise."

It took a superhuman effort to break free of his embrace. And you finally swirled to meet his soft brown eyes. Tears rolled down, dripping from your chin, but you didn't let him comfort you. Shacking your head, you took another step back, building distance between you, as if the following words would hurt less that way.

"Everything's not gonna be fine, Remus. Not with us. Not anymore."

For a couple seconds, he stared at you, confusion painting his beautiful features. Then, realization sunk in. And in that moment, you were sure nothing could ever hurt you as badly as his pain struck expression. His parted lips, moving in vain to form words that doesn't exist. His frenzy eyes, looking all over yourself, searching for any sign of a cruel joke. For a trace that you weren't being serious. Eyes that begin to water when he found none.

But he refuse to let the tears flow. Remus led his stare to a dark, far away corner of the empty hall. Heat colored his face, a light shade of pink that not even the cool from the open window couldn't beat down. "So that's why you were distant this morning?" Your boyfriend asked, bitterly even as his voice was small, lost. "That's why you avoided me all day and didn't look me in the eye once, more than a passing moment?"

You knew better than answer. You had nothing to say anyway. "I'm sorry, Remus. I've been meaning to tell you earlier..."

A razor sharp laugh bit your words off. "But you took pity on the poor half-blood."

No, no it wasn't like that, you wanted to say. Those remained only thoughts as you wiped your face and crossed your arms to keep them from reaching out. Reaching out to him, reassure him, hug him. Whatever he believed, you'd roll with it. If he thought you an evil pure blood, then fine! You'll be that.

An image of your mother's face, lips curled in disgust at the last Quidditch match when Slytherin lost again in favor of Gryffindor, served as model for the expression you forced your own face into.

"I didn't want it to be like this. Goodbye, Remus Lupin."

You turned. And left. Just left. You kept your back straight as you walked away from the boy who tickled your heart. Who placed feather light kissed on your cheeks, and nose and forehead for days into your relationship, too shy to initiate something more without your worded agreement. The wizard who helped you with assignments, not thinking anything less of you when you weren't perfect. Who let you fall asleep in his lap at Hogwarts' few parties that you couldn't stand due to your family. This guy who gave you everything you were too afraid to dream of. And you just walked away, as if couldn't be bothered to care.

His fist thrumming once on the hallway's wall filled your ears, a sound forever carved in your brain. The thud that followed, of him sliding down on the floor you guessed, printed an image in your mind you'll pray to forget. Remus' silent sobs, though, almost made you turn around and run towards him.

You didn't so much as cast a glance back, knowing what you'll see and too much of a coward to bear it. His body shaking with crying, knees cradled to up to his chest where his chin digged in, covered by lean arms with palms crossed over his head.

His friends would find him. They'd help him. Remus will move over and forget you. Each sentence was another step. Each step, another crack in your heart. By the time you reached your room, collapsed in your bed and twisted in a similar position to your boyfriend's – ex boyfriend. It made you understand, showed you far too clearly why he'd sit like that. The pure devastation and despair, the attempt to contain a hollowness within, to replace a part where a whole, happy heart used to beat.

You broke Remus Lupin's heart. And yours was just as shattered. And there was no going back from it now.

PART 2

[thewidowsghost]

The Unknown Muggleborn - Chapter 8

3rd Person POV

Later that night, (Y/n) crawls under her covers to go to sleep; Marvel lies her small head on (Y/n)'s chest.

"'Night, girl," (Y/n) murmurs, drowsily scratching behind the cat's ears.

. . .

A few hours later, Marvel lifts her head, nuzzling (Y/n)'s face to try to wake her up. She lets out a whimper, pawing (Y/n)'s face.

The girl was sweating and her neck was resting at an awkward angle. Her breath had quickened and her eyes were moving rapidly under her closed eyelids.

Marvel jumps off the bed and streaks into Hermione's room. Hermione had always been a light sleeper, so when the cat jumped onto her bed, she wakes.

Marvel meows, and Hermione's head tilts in concern.

"What's wrong, Marvel?" Hermione asks and the black-and-white feline paws at Hermione's hand and jumps off the bed, stopping at the door, then looking back at the brunette.

What a peculiar cat, Hermione thinks, throwing back the covers and following the cat across the hall to her sister's room.

Marvel streaks over and onto the bed, her green eyes wide as she tries to nudge her companion awake again.

Realization and fear dawn in Hermione's eyes and she walks across the room and switches on (Y/n)'s bedside slight before placing a hand on her sister's shoulder, shaking it roughly.

"Come on," Hermione murmurs. "You've got to wake up."

(Y/n)'s eyes flash open, and she sits up in her bed, her eyes closed, head leaning against the headboard, her hands trembling.

Hermione sits down on the edge of (Y/n)'s bed, and takes her sister's hands in her own.

(Y/n) looks up, her eyes wide with shock - and a bright silver.

Hermione looks at her sister and (Y/n) subconsciously moves over and Hermione slides under the covers, her back leaning against the other half of (Y/n)'s pillow.

(Y/n) leans against Hermione's shoulder; Hermione, used to these nightmares, remains silent.

After a few minutes, she reaches over and turns off the bedside light.

(Y/n) turns on her side, her head resting on the pillow, and Hermione does the same.

. . .

(Y/n) and Hermione don't talk about the nightmare the night before as the two go about the rest of the break leading up until Christmas.

After breakfast Christmas morning, (Y/n), Hermione, and their parents walk into the living room.

"You girls want to pass out gifts?" Mrs. Granger asks and (Y/n) and Hermione nod.

After passing out the gifts, (Y/n) settles back down at her place in front of the couch. (Y/n) pulls the wrapping paper off one from Fred, and sitting on top was a card. It said:

(Y/n), Somebody got this picture of your first Quidditch match, I thought you'd like it.

- Fred

Lifting up the card, (Y/n) smiles seeing a picture in a frame. It was a picture of Fred and George lifting her up onto their shoulders after her first Quidditch match.

(Y/n) sets the picture and card beside her before picking up a gift from Harry. She smiles when she sees a Advanced Charms book and a book on Magical Creatures.

(Y/n) looks over at Hermione as the brunette at her side opens her gift. (Y/n) had given her sister a copy of Hogwarts: A History.

"I have a copy already," Hermione says, turning to (Y/n).

"There's a charm on it," (Y/n) explains. "Whenever something important in Hogwarts' history, it get's copied down in here. Look," (Y/n) says, opening a page. It says, October 31, 1991 - Hermione Granger, (Y/n) (L/n), Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, defeated a mountain troll in a girls toilet.

Hermione stares down at the book and a smile slowly spreads across her face. "This is really cool! I love it! But that's not how that went," Hermione says.

"Ah, but it's better than what actually happened," (Y/n) argues. "That was not my best birthday."

(Y/n) grabs another gift, pulls the paper off, and finds a box of chocolate frogs from Harry, and she sets them aside, promising to have one later.

One of (Y/n)'s last gifts is a package wrapped in glossy blue paper with wolves printed on it.

(Y/n),

Happy Christmas! I'm very proud of what you have accomplished at Hogwarts in such a short amount of time.

-Love,

Uncle Remus

(Y/n) gazes down at the card, a small smile on her face. Then she sets the card at her side and looks at the contents of the box. Inside was a small stuffed wolf with a tag on it's ear that read - (Y/n)'s first stuffed animal, a gift from Uncle Remus. Under that was a new stack of photos that (Y/n) promises herself to look at later.

(Y/n) opens a package and finds a red sweater with a silver (First Initial) on it. Under the sweater was a large box of homemade fudge and a letter.

(Y/n), My sons Ron, Fred, and George have told me a lot about you. My husband, Arthur, and I wish to meet you soon. Happy Christmas! -Molly Weasley

Grinning, (Y/n) pulls the sweater over her head and the four finishing opening all their gifts, both (Y/n) and Hermione take all their things upstairs.

3rd Person POV - with Harry - A few hours earlier

On Christmas Eve, Harry goes to bed looking forward for the next day for the food and the fun, but not expecting any presents at all. When he wakes early in the morning, however, the first thing he sees is a small pile of packages at the foot of his bed.

"Merry Christmas," says Ron sleepily as Harry scrambles out of bed and pulls on his bathrobe.

"You, too," says Harry. "Will you look at this? I've got some presents!"

"What did you expect, turnips?" says Ron, turning to his own pile, which is a lot bigger than Harry's.

Harry picks up the top parcel. It is wrapped in thick brown paper and and scrawled across it was to Harry, from Hagrid. Inside is a roughly cut wooden flute. Hagrid had obviously whittled it himself; Harry blows it - it sounded a bit like an owl.

A second, very small parcel contains a note. We received your message and enclose your Christmas present. From Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Taped to the note is a fifty-pence piece.

"That's friendly," says Harry.

Ron seems fascinated by the fifty pence, "Weird!" he exclaims. "What a shape! This is money!"

"You can keep it," says Harry, laughing at how pleased Ron is. "Hagrid and my aunt and uncle - so who sent these?"

"I think I know who that one's from," says Ron, turning a bit pink and pointing to a very lumpy parcel. "My mom. I told her you didn't expect any presents and - oh, no," he groans, "she's made you a Weasley sweater."

Harry had torn open the parcel to find a thick, hand-knitted sweater in emerald green and a large box of homemade fudge.

"Every year she makes us a sweater," says Ron, unwrapping his own, "and mine's always maroon."

"That's really nice of her," says Harry, trying the fudge, which was very tasty.

Harry's next present also contains candy - a large box of Chocolate Frogs from Hermione which Harry thought was kind of funny because he had gotten (Y/n) the same thing.

Harry's next parcel was from (Y/n). Opening it, he sees a small box. Feeling curious, Harry opens the box to see a couple of photos. One was of a raven haired man with amber eyes, Harry's father, and a red haired women with emerald green eyes, his mother. The two are standing with a (M/H/C) haired women, (Y/n)'s mum; all three were smiling.

Harry looks at another picture of two kids, probably about a year old. One was a boy with raven hair and emerald eyes, the other was a girl with (H/C) and green eyes - Harry himself and (Y/n).

Then, Harry sees a piece of paper sitting in the box.

Hey Harry,

I found these pictures in the box my godfather left me and I made a few copies. I figured you'd want them.

-Love,

(Y/n)

Harry smiles and picks up the final present. He picks it up and feels it. It's very light, he thinks, and he unwraps it.

Something fluid and silvery gray goes slithering to the floor where it lies in gleaming folds and Ron gasps.

"What is it?"

Harry picks up the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It's strange to the touch, like water woven into material.

"It's an Invisibility Cloak," says Ron, a look of awe on his face. "I'm sure it is - try it on."

Harry throws the cloak around his shoulders and Ron gives a yell.

"It is! Look down!"

Harry looks down at his feet, but they are gone. He dashes to the mirror. Sure enough, his reflection looks back at him, just his head suspended in midair, his body completely invisible. He pulls the cloak over his head and his reflection vanishes completely.

"There's a note!" says Ron suddenly. "A note fell out of it!"

Harry pulls off the cloak ans seizes the letter. Written in narrow, loopy writing he had never seen before were the following words:

Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you.

Use it well

A very Merry Christmas to you

There is no signature; Harry stares at the note, while Ron is admiring the cloak.

"I'd give anything for one of these," Ron says. "Anything. What's the matter?"

"Nothing," says Harry. He fells very strange. Who had sent the cloak? Had it really once belonged to his father? he thinks.

Before he can say - or think - of anything else, but the dormitory door is flung open and Fred and George Weasley bounds in. Harry stuffs the cloak quickly out of sight. He doesn't fell like sharing it with anyone else yet.

"Merry Christmas!"

"Hey, look — Harry's got a Weasley sweater, too!"

Fred and George are wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow F on it,the other a G.

"Harry's is better than ours, though," says Fred, holding up Harry's sweater. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family."

"Why aren't you wearing yours, Ron?" George demands. "Come on, get it on, they're lovely and warm."

"I hate maroon," Ron moans halfheartedly as he pulls it over his head.

"You haven't got a letter on yours," George observes. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid — we know we're called Gred and Forge."

"What's all this noise?"

Percy Weasley sticks his head through the door, looking disapproving. He had clearly gotten halfway through unwrapping his presents as he, too, carries a lumpy sweater over his arm, which Fred seizes.

"P for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on, we're all wearing ours, even Harry got one."

"I — don't — want —" says Percy thickly, as the twins force the sweater over his head, knocking his glasses askew.

"And you're not sitting with the prefects today, either," demands George."Christmas is a time for family."

They frog-march Percy from the room, his arms pinned to his side by his sweater.

Harry had never in all his life had such a Christmas dinner. A hundred fat, roast turkeys; mountains of roast and boiled potatoes; platters of chipolatas;tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce —and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet along the table. These fantastic party favors were nothing like the feeble Muggle ones the Dursleys usually bought, with their little plastic toys and their flimsy paper hats inside. Harry pulls a wizard cracker with Fred and it didn't just bang, it went off with a blast like a cannon and engulfed them all in a cloud of blue smoke, while from the inside exploded a rear admiral's hat and several live, white mice. Up at the High Table, Dumbledore had swapped his pointed wizard's hat for a flowered bonnet,and is chuckling merrily at a joke Professor Flitwick had just read him.

Flaming Christmas puddings follow the turkey. Percy nearly breaks his teeth on a silver Sickle embedded in his slice. Harry watches Hagrid getting redder and redder in the face as he calls for more wine, finally kissing Professor McGonagall on the cheek, who, to Harry's amazement, giggles and blushes, her top hat lopsided.

When Harry finally leaves the table, he is laden down with a stack of things out of the crackers, including a pack of non-explodable, luminous balloons, a Grow Your-Own-Warts kit, and his own new wizard chess set. The white mice had disappeared and Harry has a nasty feeling they were going to end up as Mrs.Norris's Christmas dinner.

Harry and the Weasleys spent a happy afternoon having a furious snowball fight on the grounds. Then, cold, wet, and gasping for breath, they return to the fire in the Gryffindor common room, where Harry breaks in his new chess set by losing spectacularly to Ron. Harry suspects he wouldn't have lost so badly if Percy hadn't tried to help him so much.

After a meal of turkey sandwiches, crumpets, trifle, and Christmas cake, everyone feels too full and sleepy to do much before bed except sit and watch Percy chase Fred and George all over Gryffindor Tower because they'd stolen his prefect badge.

It had been Harry's best Christmas day ever. Yet something had been nagging at the back of his mind all day. Not until he climbs into bed is he free to think about it: the Invisibility Cloak and whoever had sent it.

Harry leans over the side of his own bed and pulls the cloak out from under it. His father's ... this had been his father's. He lets the material flow over his hands, smoother than silk, light as air. Use it well, the note had said.He has to try it, now. He slips out of bed and wrapped the cloak around himself. Looking down at his legs, he sees only moonlight and shadows. It's a very funny feeling.Use it well.Suddenly, Harry feels wide-awake. The whole of Hogwarts is open to him in this cloak. Excitement floods through him as he stands there in the dark and silence. He can go anywhere in this, anywhere, and Filch would never know.

Ron grunts in his sleep. Should Harry wake him? Something holds him back— his father's cloak — he felt that this time — the first time — he wants to use it alone. Harry creeps out of the dormitory, down the stairs, across the common room, and climbs through the portrait hole.

"Who's there?" squawks the Fat Lady. Harry says nothing. He walks quickly down the corridor.

Harry, his heart racing, and thought. And then it came to him. The Restricted Section in the library. He'd be able to read as long as he liked, as long as it took to find out who Flamel was. He sets off, drawing the Invisibility Cloak tight around him as he walked.The library is pitch-black and very eerie. Harry lights a lamp to see his way along the rows of books. The lamp looks as if it was floating along in midair,and even though Harry can feel his arm supporting it, the sight gives him the creeps.

The Restricted Section is right at the back of the library. Stepping carefully over the rope that separates these books from the rest of the library, he held up his lamp to read the titles. They didn't tell him much. Their peeling, faded gold letters spelled words in languages Harry couldn't understand. Some had no title at all. One book has a dark stain on it that looked horribly like blood. The hairs on the back of Harry's neck prickled. Maybe he was imagining it, maybe not, but he thought a faint whispering was coming from the books, as though they knew someone was there who shouldn't be. Harry had to start somewhere. Setting the lamp down carefully on the floor, he looked along the bottom shelf for an interesting-looking book. A large black and silver volume caught his eye. He pulls it out with difficulty, because it was very heavy, and, balancing it on his knee, lets it fall open.

A piercing, bloodcurdling shriek splits the silence — the book is screaming! Harry snaps it shut, but the shriek goes on and on, one high, unbroken, earsplitting note. He stumbles backward and knocks over his lamp, which went out at once. Panicking, he heard footsteps coming down the corridor outside —stuffing the shrieking book back on the shelf, he runs for it. He passes Filch in the doorway; Filch's pale, wild eyes looked straight through him, and Harry slips under Filch's outstretched arm and streaks off up the corridor, the book's shrieks still ringing in his ears.

Harry comes to a sudden halt in front of a tall suit of armor. He has been so busy getting away from the library, he hadn't paid attention to where he was going.Perhaps because it's dark, he didn't recognize where he was at all. There is a suit of armor near the kitchens, he knew, but he must be five floors above there.

"You asked me to come directly to you, Professor, if anyone was wandering around at night, and somebody's been in the library — Restricted Section."

Harry feels the blood drain out of his face. Wherever he is, Filch must know a shortcut, because his soft, greasy voice is getting nearer, and to his horror, it's Snape who replies, "The Restricted Section? Well, they can't be far, we'll catch them."

Harry stands rooted to the spot as Filch and Snape come around the corner ahead. They can't see him, of course, but it is a narrow corridor and if they come much nearer, they'd knock into him - the cloak didn't stop him from being solid.

Harry backs away as quickly as he can. A door stands ajar to his left. It's my only hope, Harry thinks. He squeezes through it, holding his breath, trying to to move it, and to his relief, he manages to get inside the room without their noticing anything. They walk straight past, and Harry leans against the wall, breathing deeply, listening to their footsteps dying away. They had been close, very close, It is a few seconds before he notices anything about the room he his hidden in.

It looks like an unused classroom. The dark shapes of desks and chairs are piled against the walls, and there is an upturned wastepaper basket — but propped against the wall facing him was something that didn't look as if it belonged there, something that looked as if someone had just put it there to keep it out of the way.

It is a magnificent mirror, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame,standing on two clawed feet. There is an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.

His panic fading now that there is no sound of Filch and Snape, Harry moves nearer to the mirror, wanting to look at himself but see no reflection again; he steps in front of it.

He has to clap his hands to his mouth to stop himself from screaming. He whirls around, his heart pounding far more furiously than when the book had screamed - for he had not seen only himself in the mirror, but a whole crowd of people standing right behind him.

But the room is empty. Breathing very fast, he turns slowly back to the mirror.

There he is, reflected in it, white ans scared-looking, and there, reflected behind him, are at least ten others. Harry looks over his shoulder - but still, no one is there. Or are they invisible, too? Is his, in fact, in a room full of invisible people and this mirrors trick is that it reflects them, invisible or not?

Harry looks in the mirror again. A woman is standing right behind his reflection is smiling at him and waving. He reaches out a hand and feels the air behind him. If she is really there, he would touch her, their reflections are so close together, but he only feels air - she and the others exist only in the mirror.

She is a very pretty woman. Dark red hair and her eyes, emerald green eyes. Harry edges closer to the to the glass. Bright green - exactly the same shape as Harry's, but then he notices that she is crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wears glasses and his hair is very untidy. It sticks up at the back, just as Harry's does.

Harry is so close to the mirror that his nose is nearly touching that of his reflection.

"Mom?" he whispers. "Dad?"

They just look at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looks into the faces of the other people in the mirror, and sees other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man, who looks as though he as Harry's knobbly knees - he is looking at his entire family for the first time in his life.

The Potters smile and wave at Harry and he stares hungrily hack at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he is hopping to fall right through it and reach them. He has a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.

How long he stands there, he doesn't know. The reflections do not fade and he looks and looks until a distant noise brings him back to his senses. He can't stay here, he has to find a way back to his bed. He tears his eyes away from his mother's face, whispers, "I'll come back," and hurries from the room.

Harry does for the next two nights and Dumbledore had found Harry the last night. Dumbledore had told Harry the purpose of the mirror, to show the deepest desire of their hearts.

Dumbledore had convinced Harry not to go looking for the Mirror of Erised again, and for the rest of the Christmas holidays the Invisibility Cloak stays folded at the bottom of his trunk. Harry wishes he could forget what he'd seen in the mirror as easily, but he can't He starts having nightmares. Over and over a again he dreams of his parents disappearing in a flash of green light, while a high voice crackles with laughter. What Harry didn't know, was that (Y/n) was having the same dreams. Repetition from the one on Christmas Eve night.

"You see, Dumbledore was right, that mirror could drive you mad," says Ron, when Harry tells them about these dreams.

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[kleinemuisje]

Theodosia Hamilton

Part 4

24th of November, 1801. Philip woke up with an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. He tried to remember whether he'd dreamt about anything that night, but it was all slipping away from him, like sand through his fingers. A dark figure with a gun, and someone counting, counting up to 7...

He shook himself off as if he were a dog, and leapt out of bed. It was just a nightmare, he reminded himself firmly. He was far too old to still be scared of a nightmare. He walked across the room and flung open the curtains, basking in what little early morning sun was filtering through the window, trying to dispel the remnants of his dream.

He failed. It haunted him all through the rest of the morning, despite his mothers best efforts to find out what was wrong, his fathers rough words of comfort, his siblings practical jokes and awkward hugs. He was morose, and it showed, but he could not for the life of him figure out why. He should be able to shake off a nightmare more easily than this, shouldn't he?

Making his excuses shortly after breakfast, he retired to his room, where he sat sulking by the windowsill fiddling with a pistol. He was interrupted by a knock on the door. Before he had the time to shout "Come in!", his father had already marched into the room, looking resolute. Philip sighed. He couldn't guess why his father wanted to talk to him, but he did know they'd end up fighting - they always did, now.

"Son." The older Hamilton cleared his throat awkwardly, sitting down gingerly on the edge of Philips bed. "Look, I know we haven't gotten on since, well... you know, but I'd like to think you could still come to me for some fatherly advice. I know why you've been moping around all day."

Philip glanced over at him, surprised.

"Look son, I've been there too. When I was a young man, before I met your mother, there were plenty of other girls that caught my eye as well. But you have to realise that this Burr girl - it is her, isn't it? I know you met her a few nights ago, Burr wrote to me of it, and I thought that might have set this off. Anyway, this Burr girl - she's completely unsuitable. You see that, Philip, don't you?", he asked, despairing.

"I mean, her father's been my enemy since last years election, he defected from our party to join Jefferson, of all people, he doesn't stand up for any of his views when it comes to a proper debate, it's a miracle he made it to Vice President in the first place-

The sound of a knock on the door stopped him - and quite possibly saved him, too, thought Philip darkly, laying his gun down on the cabinet. If he heard another one of those self righteous speeches...

Out of curiosity, he glanced down to see who was at the door. A dark head of long hair, one long lithe arm raised, a dress that looked oddly familiar...

Philip jumped up and bolted out of his room, ignoring his fathers questions. He met his mother at the door, but before she could open it he grabbed hold of the handle and gave her a pleading look and she stepped away, seeming almost amused. Sucking in one deep breath, he swung the door open, and tried to put a polite smile on his face.

It was her. She'd been about to knock again, and her hand was still raised before him. She seemed startled by how suddenly he'd appeared there, and moved her hand back down to her side slowly, almost cautiously. On impulse, Philip took hold of it. He was still smiling, but it was a different smile now - no longer so much the casual expression convention demanded but something deeper, something more honest.

He was jolted out of his reverie when his mother cleared her throat. "Philip, why don't you show our guest in? I'm sure she must be cold by now, the weathers been dreadful..."

Philip stepped backwards, blushing, but forgot to let go of her hand, and ended up half dragging Theodosia across the threshold and into the Hamilton house. When he realised what he'd done the blush in his face only increased, until he thought he must be positively scarlet. Muttering some breathless apologies, he turned round and strode through to the drawing room, his mother audibly sighing and inviting her in, before shutting the door behind her.

The first minute sitting around the table in the drawing room, waiting for the tea his mother had called for to arrive, was almost unbearably awkward. All attempts at an actual conversation stuttered into silence, and nothing Philip tried seemed able to keep the discussion moving.

Theodosia had, she explained briefly, come only briefly to thank him for 'rescuing her' (her words, met with a yet deeper blush and a muttered denial from Philip) from the street outside the theatre. It was only when she mentioned what had happened with Eacker that Eliza stopped looking shrewdly between her son and her guest and glared sharply at Philip.

"He had a gun, did you say, Miss Burr?"

Her words dripped from her mouth like acid, and Philip winced, knowing he'd be in real trouble as soon as Theodosia left. Theodosia, on the other hand, seemed to realise her mistake, and faltered, trying to take back what she had said.

"Yes, Mrs Hamilton, he did - but I'm sure whatever reason that was for can be no fault of your son - indeed, once my father had scared Mr Eacker off, Mr Hamilton was more than willing to let it go."

Philip hid desperately behind her flimsy excuse. "I was, mother - I mean, I did. It was barely a fight at all, anyway, I was just annoyed about some stupid things he said. All I was doing was returning Theodo- returning Miss Burr, I mean, to her fathers house."

At that moment, their tea arrived, and Philip breathed a great, internal sigh of relief, casting about for a new topic of conversation. His mind settled on Maria Jefferson, and he asked Theodosia whether she'd been alright, not caring about the answer, looking only for an excuse to gaze intently at her without seeming rude.

Theodosia replied in the positive, and mentioned that she'd gone back home to her husband and their young son near Monticello - and as soon as she said it, Philip remembered his own summer holidays to Virginia, staying on the Washington estate. When he said as much to Theodosia, she told him that she'd been down there too, only a few weeks before - although she had stayed with the Jeffersons instead of the Washingtons, of course.

She spoke of long, warm days in the sun, with the air so arid that she had at one point cracked an egg on her balcony, just to see if it would fry - of the sound of cicadas so deafening in the night she thought she'd go mad with it - of the ballroom in Jeffersons home, which was so stately and so encrusted in gold and diamonds that she was almost afraid to touch anything, for fear that she break it...

Philip interrupted occasionally, adding his own thoughts and his own memories, but for the most part he was content to watch her joyfully recollect all that had happened that past summer, as if he could breathe in her happiness, or the warmth she spoke with.

It was a long time before he realised that his mother had disappeared, but he did not concern himself with it. There was too much for him to take in the moment to wonder properly about where she might have went, and it was only when he heard faintly the sound of raised voices floating down the staircase that he realised she had gone upstairs to stop his father from interrupting the two of them.

He looked at Theodosia, and saw that she had heard the voices too, and that she knew what they meant, and was instantly pained - not just embarrassed, but physically hurt, wanting her to think of him and his family well.

But perhaps she saw that pain reflected in his eyes, because she took his hand and said quietly, "Well, I must be going sir. I only came to thank you."

Philip stood. He took her other hand in his empty one and said hurriedly, "Philip. Call... call me Philip."

"And I am Theodosia..." she said it softly, almost whispering, when his mother came gliding down the stairs, looking strained. The two of them jumped apart as she smiled politely at Theodosia, saying, "Well, I am sorry, Miss Burr, but it seems that my husband and I must be going. I would invite you to make use of the hospitality of my household, but it seems I cannot trust my son for the evening without him running off and getting into some sort of gunfight. If you don't mind...

Theodosia hurried out, saying that she'd already overstayed her welcome, despite Philip and Eliza's denials. She turned to him for a moment before she left, and he breathed in one last time - she was wearing some sort of perfume, he was sure of it, he must remember that perfume - and then she was gone, a carriage waiting for her at the edge of the road.

As soon as the door shut behind her, Philip heard his father striding down the stairs. He turned around to face the music.

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[lunarlooroo]

I loved your response to the prompt about jealous!Snape so I was wondering if you could flip the prompt and do jealous!Heather? It would be a delightful reversal of the trope, and honestly I'm living for awkward!Snape who has no clue how to deal with these situations. I'm pretty sure post-battle warhero Severus Snape is bound to receive some attention. And I'd love to see Heather react to all that! Thank you again for all of your amazing writing!

It was something Heather liked to tease Severus about, his sudden popularity. After the whole truth about his real loyalties and all the effort he put into helping them win the war, it came as no surprise when countless gifts of appreciation started streaming in. Sure, there was still a sizeable faction that had their doubts about his true nature. However, a growing number of people admired him for his work. He was just as likely to receive sneers as well as smiles while walking down the road.

Perhaps more surprising to some was the demographic of Severus’ admirers. They were mostly young to middle-aged witches, both single and married. Heather didn’t find it hard to believe that so many people were suddenly trying to seek his favour. To her, it was plainly obvious how brave, noble, intelligent and attractive he was. Unlike everyone else, however, she had seen all that before he was an acknowledged war hero.

As yet another owl struggling under the weight of its burden flew straight towards him, Heather didn’t bother to hide her giggle. The man looked so utterly fed up that she just couldn’t help herself! That was the third one this week, and it was only Thursday.

He never opened the gifts he received, opting to let the house elves handle them as needed. It was a good thing, as she had heard from Mipsy that one of them had contained a few, shall we say, less-than-appropriate articles of clothing – which hadn’t been washed. Other things like sweets or books were donated to the school after being vetted for safety.

“Who is it from this time?” she asked, leaning over to read the attached card.

Severus grunted, thrusting it at her. “See for yourself.”

She burst into laughter when she set eyes on it. Enclosed in the card was a picture. Not just any picture. A moving wizarding picture of the sender in a rather risqué pose. Objectively, the woman was rather beautiful, all curves and dips in the right places. Pink pouty lips blowing the camera a kiss.

Heather found it hilarious. Quite a few people had asked her if she felt jealous that Severus was getting so much attention from all those women, but they clearly didn’t see how disgusted he was by it all. If looks could burn, the photo in her hands would be ashes with how much Severus was glaring at it.

Which was why when the next package arrived, she was surprised to see Severus accept it graciously, after a cursory glance at the sender’s name.

“Who is that from?” She watched as he slipped the small parcel into his pockets, curious about what it contained.

“Narcissa Malfoy.”

Her eyebrows lifted in surprise at that. “Draco’s mother?”

Severus nodded curtly as he pushed his chair back. “Excuse me, I shall take my leave first. I have a few things to tend to today, but I left a few instructions for you in the lab. I will be back for dinner.” With that, he strode out of the Great Hall, leaving a puzzled Heather in his wake.

Heather lingered a little over her breakfast, musing over Severus’ odd actions. Usually, when he had instructions for her, they were something new he wanted to teach. Hence, he would be with her to make sure she knew what to do before leaving her to it. This was a first.

“Alright there, Heather?” Headmistress McGonagall, or Minerva, as she insisted, asked.

“Yes, I’m fine.” Come to think of it, the older witch had been Severus’ teacher. Heather wondered if she knew anything about this. “I have a question. Were Severus and Mrs Malfoy friends in school?”

Minerva gave her an amused smile. “Yes, I believe they were. Or as much as a halfblood and a pureblood could be, in Slytherin. They tried to play it off as a mutually beneficial acquaintanceship, but I could tell they did enjoy each other’s company beyond that.”

Heather thought about those words as she made her way back to the dungeons. She had only met Narcissa Malfoy twice, after the Battle of Hogwarts and during the court trial that acquitted both her and Draco of any crime. Lucius Malfoy had been sentenced to a few years in Azkaban, but that was unavoidable, given his active and willing participation in the war.

She didn’t know much about the woman, but she remembered being impressed by the poise and dignity she maintained, even as she faced the jeering crowd in the courtroom. That, and she could admire a woman who was willing to risk her life for the safety of her son.

What she hadn’t expected was for Severus and Narcissa Malfoy to be close friends, though. She could see how it worked, now that she thought about it. They had quite a few similarities, despite their difference in background. Both trapped by circumstances of their birth. Narcissa, third born daughter, destined to be married off as a pawn for political gain. Severus, poor halfblood sorted to a house where blood purity reigned supreme. Both willing to do anything necessary to protect those they loved.

She wondered, for a moment, if they’d had something more between them than friendship. Something that could have blossomed had it not been for their difference in station. Picturing them standing side-by-side, she found that they looked very suited to each other.

An ugly burst of emotion had her scowling at the thought.

What did she, a girl half his age, still in the middle of her apprenticeship – to Severus himself, no less – have to offer a man like him? Unconsciously, she found herself thinking about the racy picture that had been sent to him earlier. The voluptuous figure of the woman, where it had made her laugh just an hour before, only made her self-conscious now. Due to her upbringing at the Dursleys, her stature had remained on the short side, with barely any figure to speak of. Her waif-like physique only made her look younger than she was.

She couldn’t help but compare that to Narcissa Malfoy, a rather tall woman, whom while petite, was far Heather’s own stick-like figure. If stood next to each other, Heather would look comically like a little girl playing at womanhood. While she was rarely one to pay attention to her appearance, in this instance, she felt acutely lacking.

Perhaps Severus had gone out to meet Narcissa? It wasn’t a farfetched conclusion to come to. Her husband was stuck firmly in prison for the foreseeable future, and Heather and Severus hadn’t made each other any promises, besides.

It was a bitter pill to swallow.

~~~

Heather had been distracted all day with thoughts of what Severus could possibly be doing and if he was doing it with Narcissa Malfoy. The so-called tasks Severus had for her were little more than grunt work. It seemed too much like he just wanted to occupy her with mindless work for the day.

Well, he needn’t have bothered. If he’d just said that he didn’t want to be disturbed, she would have left him alone. She wouldn’t go where she wasn’t welcome.

It was evening by the time she slogged through the chore list. Opting for a quick shower to wash off the day’s grime before dinner, she was surprised to see a house elf waiting patiently outside her rooms. He passed her a short note before blinking away.

For some reason, Severus had chosen to pass her notes like they were still students rather than talk to her directly. For a moment, she had the childish urge to ball the paper up and throw it in the fireplace. That was silly though, because as far as she knew, Severus could have simply gone out to restock his potions supplies or any other boring errand. All her thoughts about Narcissa Malfoy or other women were just her wild imaginings.

The note said to meet him at his quarters before going dinner. It was an odd request, but she would see what he wanted. Hopefully a bath would clear her head. She didn’t really want to go into this frustrated.

It gave her some time to think, so she stepped out of her bathroom with a calm heart. There was no use jumping to conclusions right now. Honestly, her earlier suspicions seemed very stupid from where she was now. She wasn’t usually this irrational, but then, love did strange things to a person.

Still, she put on one of her prettier dresses and put her hair up in a nice braid before making her way to Severus’. A girl didn’t need reasons to dress up.

As she approached Severus’ door, she felt the unmistakeable tingle of magic. How peculiar for him to have a proximity ward up.

‘Something to hide,’ a traitorous part of her mind whispered.

To no surprise at all, he opened the door before she even knocked. The moment he set eyes on her, however, he half-frowned.

“You found out,” he said, disgruntled.

Three words. Just 11 letters. They had her heart rabbiting in her chest. What did he mean? Found out what? Dread took root as she considered the words. Did he mean Narcissa Malfoy? Were her suspicions actually right?

“You were acting odd today,” she settled on saying. She clasped her hands behind her back to keep the trembling out of view.

Sighing, the man stepped back to let her in. “I should have known you would not miss that.”

Of course not. Few paid him more attention than she did. She had seen him at his worst and his best. She would think she knew what he looked like when he was hiding something. She kept her silence as he guided her further into his rooms with a hand on her back. Any other time, she would have enjoyed it. Now, though, it felt too much like a gentle let down. Just as the elegant dinner set out across his dining table would have been romantic under other circumstances.

“Very beautiful,” she said sincerely. Despite the ache growing in her chest, she could appreciate the effort he put into making this as nice a rejection as possible.

“Thank you. I had help.” He even pulled her seat out like a proper gentleman.

And because she was a masochist, she asked, “Was it Narcissa Malfoy?”

It was, of course. She didn’t know what else she had expected to hear.

The meal was lovely, as expected of a perfectionist like Severus. She smiled at him, laughed when he made snarky quips. She acted like it was any other day. For now, she could pretend that this was just a thoughtful gesture on his part, perhaps even a romantic one. The illusion shattered once the last bite was taken.

“Heather, as I am sure you already know, I prepared this dinner for a reason.” He looked intently at her as he said this. “There is something I have been meaning to say for a while now, and I apologise for taking this long to tell you.”

She shook her head, tears in her eyes. It hurt that he had apparently been stringing her along for quite some time, but she couldn’t find it in herself to be angry. His gaze softened as he wiped some of her tears away. There, that was why she couldn’t get mad. Even when he was breaking her heart, he was being so nice about it.

Severus slid something across the table towards her. She recognised it as the package from this morning, from Narcissa Malfoy. Wildly, she wondered why the woman had thought to give her a gift in this scenario. Was it a wizarding custom she was unaware of? ‘I’m sorry I stole the love of your life, have some chocolate to eat your sorrows away’?

Nonetheless, she reached out to pick it up. With shaky fingers, she unwrapped the brown paper to reveal its contents. She gasped when her eyes fell upon the delicate filigree locket inside. Carefully, she clicked it open and saw that it was a picture of her parents on their wedding day. Suddenly, she realised that this necklace had belonged to her mother. It didn’t show any signs of age, however, looking almost brand new.

“Your grandparents gifted this to your mother on her wedding day. When I found it in the wreckage of Godric’s Hollow, it was in great disrepair. I asked Narcissa if she could find a jeweller to restore it to its original state.”

She fingered the platinum, touched. The gesture confused her a little, however. Why bother to go to such lengths? Still, she thanked him for the gift, though she wondered how she would be able to stand looking at it when it was connected to such a painful memory.

Severus stood and walked over to her side of the table. Kneeling in front of her, he took her hands in his. She braced herself, this was it. He’d finally say the words that would break her heart.

“Heather,” he began, and she couldn’t even tear her eyes away. She gripped his fingers tightly. “I love you.”

She froze at those words.

Then she burst into tears.

“Oh thank Merlin!” she sobbed.

The man was obviously bewildered by her reaction. “What?”

“I- I thought you were breaking up with me!” She threw her arms around him. “I love you too, you darling man.”

“Thank you, but wait. What?” he sputtered. “Why on earth would you think that?”

She ducked her head, embarrassed. “I was just being a right idiot. Ignore what I said.”

Severus pushed back a little to look at her face. “No, hold on. I thought you knew about my plans! That is why you are dressed so nicely, isn’t it?”

“A girl doesn’t need a reason to dress up!” Heather maintained. She wasn’t trying to compete with anyone, she wasn’t.

“Heather,” he said in reprimand.

She refused to look at him, staring at her lap. “Okay, so apparently you’re pretty close to Narcissa Malfoy. I may have jumped to a few conclusions.”

“Narcissa?” he frowned, “Let me assure you, she is firmly devoted to Lucius.” He tipped her chin up so he could look her in the eye. “As I am to you.”

Oh. Hastily, she wiped her tears away, feeling even sillier than before. “I can’t believe I ruined your surprise. And you went to such effort, too! This was all so very romantic.” She laughed, a tad hysterically.

“None of that now.” He pulled her hands away, keeping her from hiding her face. “I wouldn’t say it was ruined. I did manage to say what I wanted to, and I got my answer as well. I would count this as a success, wouldn’t you?”

“Well, if you put it that way…”

“Though I suppose there is something we missed out,” Severus added.

“Wha-”

Her question was swallowed when Severus leant in and joined their lips together. Her eyes fell shut as she savoured the kiss, bringing her hands up to cup his face. He seemed intent on chasing away any doubts she had for his feelings. It was working.

“I love you,” he reiterated, once they surfaced to breathe.

“Yes, I think I know now,” she said, grinning like a lunatic. “I love you too.” They stayed there, cradled in each other’s arms for a few moments before she broke the silence. “Does this mean I get to call you my boyfriend?”

Severus made a sound of disgust. “I would thank you not to refer to me with such a juvenile term. We are not fatuous third years.”

“Sweetheart then?” she asked cheekily.

“No part of me is sweet.”

Heather put a hand on his chest, right on top of where his heart beat. “I stand to differ, but if you don’t like that, then maybe…I’ll just call you mine.”

“Only if I may do the same.”

Heart soaring, she closed the distance between them again. “Deal.” And she sealed it with a kiss.

[punkscowardschampions]

Rio & Buster

Rio: You're doing so good Rio: Not going too terribly, is it Buster: You could just talk to me, you know Buster: We don't have to be secretive anymore, like Rio: Shh Rio: For old time's sake, obvs 😏 Buster: It is hot Buster: Can't lie Rio: Duh Rio: It ain't been that long you can act like you forgot Buster: Well, you know, it almost feels like there wasn't a before Buster: Sometimes Rio: Quit being cute Buster: Make me, babe Rio: Tempting Rio: But you're being so well-behaved Rio: model son-in-law, like Buster: Yeah Buster: Remember it later Rio: Why, you planning on misbehaving? Buster: What can I say? You're better at being 😇 than me Rio: Favourite child for a reason Buster: Golden boy for my own reasons though 😏 Rio: Not gonna argue, babe Rio: just saying it's more impressive being 1st outta 10 than it is outta 2 Buster: You're forgetting, I gotta compete with a dead one Buster: That bumps my odds Rio: You really gonna play the dead card to win this, yeah? 😂 Buster: Have we met? Buster: 'Course I am Rio: Can't really whack that roleplay out at our wedding party I'm afraid Buster: Shame Rio: I know right Rio: Gotta be looking so distractingly good all the time, boy Buster: Says you looking beautiful enough to fall in love with all over again if you were a stranger Rio: I miss you Buster: Too soon to sneak away from our own party? Rio: Sadly Rio: Not the usual amount of riff raff for distraction Buster: Just for a few minutes then Rio: Okay Rio: Let's go outside Rio: I need air anyway, almost as much as I need to be alone with you Buster: Fine by me Buster: I'll make sure you don't get cold Rio: It is actually freezing here in comparison Buster: Seriously Buster: Let's just go back Rio: And stay forever Rio: I'll teach you Portuguese Buster: They need lawyers in brazil, I'll thrive Rio: Exactly Rio: and when are they not partying Rio: we'll be sey Rio: set* Buster: If I get to see you every day with that much of a tan and few clothes then I definitely am Rio: Agreed 😋 Rio: Come on let's go before they notice we're gone again Buster: Lead the way, baby Rio: [After] Rio: Do we tell them we saw her or Rio: I don't even know if I really did Buster: Probably best not, like you said, she was gone as soon as Buster: Nothing they can do now Rio: I really thought she was here to see me Rio: I'm an idiot Buster: Don't Buster: At least some part of her was, she didn't have to come today of all days, like Rio: Do you actually think so or are you just trying to make me feel better? Buster: You know I never say shit I don't mean Buster: Unless I'm angry, and do you reckon I am, right now? Rio: I hope not Rio: It's bad enough she is with me Buster: Well, I'm not so you can believe me, yeah? Rio: Okay Buster: Are you? Rio: Yeah, it's just Rio: it's weird Rio: I'm starting to forget what it was like to actually have her here and her properly be here, you know Buster: Yeah Buster: I feel that Rio: Like she's a ghost Rio: it scares me Buster: I know Buster: Me too Rio: You're definitely right, there's nothing to tell Buster: I mean, if it's gonna make you feel bad keeping it from them, do speak up but Buster: It's nothing new. Nothing they don't know Rio: Nah, I mean, it'd explain why I'm not totally in the party mood now but that's about it Buster: Do you wanna go? Rio: It's okay Rio: They've all gone to a lot of effort Buster: We're the guests of honor we can do whatever we want Buster: If you wanna go home, I'll take you home Rio: I promise it's okay Buster: You just don't want me to say you aren't feeling well in case they all reckon you're pregnant already Rio: Don't Rio: it's at a point it's clearly not a joke and they all just waiting 🙄 Buster: My mum's already given me that warning Buster: But there's worst things that could happen Rio: I imagine that's not how your Mum is seeing it, babe Buster: Sorry but if we're having 11 we've gotta start at some point Rio: Shh you playing a dangerous game here 😜 Buster: You don't wanna play with me, babe? 💔 Rio: I really really do, that's the trouble Buster: You can get me in trouble, I really don't mind Rio: Okay get me pregnant we'll see how much you mind then Buster: I'd get over it Rio: You silly Buster: You're stunning Buster: Don't blame me for being tempted Rio: As long as you don't judge me for how turned on it makes me Buster: Never Rio: Good Rio: You know they'd be the cutest Buster: If they look anything like you, I'll happily go over double figures Rio: We really gotta start now Buster: Okay Rio: Actually find me dead in the Liffey and your Ma like 💅 Buster: Shh Buster: Come here Rio: I don't know if I trust you Rio: or me Rio: Mostly me 😏 Buster: Come here or stop looking at me like that Rio: If I come Rio: Can I look at you as much as I want? Buster: You can do whatever you want Buster: Anything Rio: What about if I sit on your lap? Buster: Do it and find out Rio: Okay but I'm feeling restless Rio: so I can't promise I'll sit still Buster: Good, I wouldn't want you to make any promises you can't keep Rio: Oh you think you gonna make it hard for me? Buster: I know it Buster: No thinking needed Rio: We'll see who's making who hard, babe Buster: Promises, promises Rio: Yeah Rio: How's that? Buster: You're talking a lot from over there Buster: That's all I'm saying Rio: 😫 When he says you're all talk Rio: Lemme prove you wrong, hold up Buster: 😏 Rio: You know this is my favourite place in the whole world Buster: Yeah? Buster: Make yourself comfortable then Rio: Yep Rio: Almost enough to make me not miss Brazil Buster: I can't miss it too much when I've got the best part of it right here Rio: Baby Rio: I love you Buster: I love you too Rio: Can you not move like that though Rio: Jesus Buster: Like what? Buster: That? Buster: Or did you mean, this? Rio: daddy Buster: I need you to tell me so I don't do it again Rio: Sorry, having trouble concentrating Rio: Show me again? Buster: So? Buster: Which is it? Rio: Both, definitely both Rio: but I nearly made noise with the second so be sure to not do that again if you want me to stay quiet, okay Buster: You'll be quiet enough if you do it into my mouth Rio: Do you need kisses, baby? Buster: Yeah Rio: As you've been such a good boy Buster: Jesus, never stop if you're gonna kiss me like that Rio joined the chat 4 hours ago Rio: When we're alone again, baby Rio: I'm planning to kiss you 'til you have to leave Buster: I know you can feel how much I like that idea Rio: I can Rio: I'm just gonna feel it a little bit more though, make sure we're on the same wavelength here Buster: Fuck Buster: If you keep doing that I'm gonna have to leave this party and take you with me Rio: Maybe that's my plan Buster: Say it and we'll go Rio: I'm enjoying making it hard for you to talk though 😋 Buster: Oh there's plenty I could say Buster: Just not to anyone but you Rio: Please tell me Rio: I wanna know Buster: How badly do you want it? Rio: You can't feel how hot I am? Buster: You struggling to talk too, baby? Rio: I can barely breathe Buster: My poor little angel Buster: It's okay Buster: I'll take care of you Rio: Buster Buster: Yeah? Rio: I swear to God if you don't pull my skirt up and touch me right now Buster: Someone'll see us Buster: Or hear you Rio: 😣 Rio: I gotta get up Buster: Don't Buster: I'll still do it I'm just warning you what'll happen once I start Rio: Don't worry, you can cover yourself with my cardi, no one will know 😉 Buster: Stay Rio: Baby Rio: 'Course I will Buster: We can do this Buster: Just be quiet, okay Rio: I promise Rio: I'll focus on telling you in here how good it feels Buster: I'll never say no to that Buster: Christ, you're so wet, baby Rio: It's for you Rio: You look so fucking good in that shirt, daddy Buster: That's for you too Rio: You're all for me Rio: My sexy husband Buster: I don't know if I'll ever get used to you saying that Rio: It feels like a dream sometimes Rio: but it's real, we did that Buster: All of this is real Rio: I can't believe all of you is real too, damn Rio: if I had to imagine the perfect man, like Rio: I couldn't have done as good Buster: You're gonna make me blush Rio: Well, you're gonna make me cum so Rio: Fair is fair Buster: Yeah but hopefully my blush will be more obvious to everyone, if you keep your promise Rio: I'm trying so hard Rio: [Selfie] 'Cos you can't see my concentration face and I know you love it Buster: Fuck Buster: You're such a good girl, you know Rio: 😊 Rio: Are you proud of me? Buster: I've only just begun to show you how proud I am, babe Buster: Hold on Rio: OH Rio: Shit, Daddy Rio: Your fingers are so long, wow Buster: I can't put them in your mouth without someone definitely noticing but I know you won't make a sound Buster: Not even if I do this Rio: Fuck fuck fuck oh my God Rio: If I didn't know better I'd say you were trying to get me to break my promise Buster: Good thing you know better then Buster: I'm just thinking about when my fingers can go in my own mouth, that's all Buster: I love tasting you Rio: Did you feel what your words just did to me Rio: You're the hottest boy in the world Buster: What can I say? You inspire me Rio: I've got to grind on you just a little Rio: I swear they won't notice Buster: Oh shit Buster: You warned me but Rio: I wish you could just unzip and stick it deep inside me right here but Rio: Still want you to feel good too, even if we can't Buster: Don't tempt me Buster: That feels so good I might just do it anyway Rio: I'll be good Rio: I'll fuck myself back onto you so slow and careful Buster: Baby Rio: Please do it, daddy Rio: I need more of you Rio: and you need it so bad Buster: I can't say no to you Buster: I don't want to Rio: I love you Buster: I love you Rio: This was a bad idea Rio: but I don't care, it feels so fucking Buster: I'd say we can stop but Buster: I can't Rio: I don't want to Rio: That's the problem, I wanna ride the fuck outta you and make you cum in my pussy Buster: It's not a problem Buster: You know what you're doing Buster: Make it happen Rio: Is that an order? Buster: Yeah Rio: Fuck Rio: You better promise to be quiet too Rio: as much as it pains me Buster: Can I make noise if I promise to only to do it in your ear? Rio: You've got to Rio: You know what your voice does to me Buster: Then I promise Rio: This is why your lap is my favourite place, holy Buster: When I get you pregnant we should do it exactly like this Buster: In front of everyone Rio: Please Rio: Make me a Mum for everyone to see Buster: I will Buster: Just tell me when Rio: When do you want our babies? Buster: Jesus, it shouldn't be so fucking hot hearing you ask that Rio: I know Rio: We're a little bit twisted, baby but it's so good Rio: I shouldn't want you to own me like this in front of them all but I do so fucking much Buster: You make me wanna fuck a baby into you right now Rio: You could Buster: Do you want me to? Rio: Yes Buster: Listen to what you're doing to me, oh my god Rio: I've always told you you're my Daddy, Buster, so let me make it even truer Buster: I really fucking love you, Rio Buster: Let's do it Rio: I love you so much Rio: You're beautiful Buster: You're perfect Buster: You know that Rio: You too Rio: That's why I want this Buster: I don't know what to say Rio: You don't need to say anything, baby, just don't stop Buster: Not until you cum for me Rio: I need to go harder Rio: just got to make sure the coast is clear first Buster: Do it Rio: You're doing it for me, you know you're thrusting into me so rough right now, baby Buster: I know what you need Buster: I don't care about anything or anyone else Rio: You don't care if anyone sees what you're doing to me? Rio: Or hears the noises I'm getting you to make? Buster: No Rio: Good Rio: Me either Rio: all I care about is making you cum right now Buster: I'm so close I have no idea how everyone doesn't already know Rio: Maybe they do but they're too polite to say Rio: Wanna let you finish, give them grandbabies Buster: Jesus Christ Rio: I'm gonna have such sexy bruises on my hips, you're gripping on to me so tight Buster: I swear I'll kiss them better later I just Rio: Do it, Daddy Rio: Bruise me all you need, I need this just as bad Buster: Take it all, baby Buster: Everything you need Rio: I don't know how I take all of you Rio: You're so big and I'm so small Buster: That's how bad you want me Rio: It is Rio: This is what Heaven feels like Buster: You're always gonna feel it Buster: I promise Buster: I'll make a baby for you before I leave Rio: I'm going to pass out from keeping these screams in Rio: It'll be like you're still here with me Rio: half of you, always Buster: I know Rio: Do you want a boy or girl, baby? Buster: I don't care Buster: It'll be beautiful either way Rio: So beautiful Buster: And fucking perfect, like you Rio: Buster Rio: Please put them in me now Buster: Okay baby Rio: I get why my parents had so many if it feels this good Buster: I'll give you as many as you want Rio: I don't wanna be able to not do this whenever we want though Buster: Your parents clearly found the time Buster: Not that I wanna think about them like that but Rio: True Rio: 11 it is then Buster: Yeah Rio: Anyway, it's clearly dead easy to sneak away for quickies when you've got a big family so Buster: We've proved that enough times Rio: Please never leave me Rio: If I ever have to face a family function without you I won't survive, like Buster: I'm not going anywhere without you Buster: And our babies Buster: However many there are Rio: Promise Buster: On my life Buster: You never have to worry about that Rio: Good Rio: Should I come with you when you go back for exams or will it be less distracting if I stay Buster: I want you with me Buster: But I know you've got responsibilities here too so Rio: Hmm, see what we can do Buster: We're gonna need a house if we're having 11 kids Buster: And a garden Rio: We can make it happen Rio: We both work hard Buster: We can go live in Brazil one day too if you want Buster: Not forever but Rio: You really would do anything to make me happy, wouldn't you? Rio: How did I get so lucky Buster: It isn't luck, babe Buster: You deserve it Buster: And you made it happen as much as I did Rio: You're the best, Buster McKenna Buster: For you, yeah Rio: Can we get a dog too if we have a garden then? 😋 Buster: 'Course Buster: You know I want to Rio: and a cat too Buster: As long as you don't go as hard as your mum, like Rio: Oh, so 11 kids is cool but that many cats is crazy? Buster: Obviously Rio: 😏 Rio: You're funny Buster: I'm just not a cat person, alright? Rio: 😑 You really gonna make me divorce you already Buster: That's not funny Buster: Don't make me pout at my own party Rio: Awh baby Rio: Just say sorry to all the cats individually and it'll be fine Buster: 😒 Rio: 😂 Buster: Stop Rio: I'm just playing, don't be grumpy Rio: There's no getting rid of me really Buster: Be nice to me, I've got another surprise for you Rio: What Rio: Tell me tell me Buster: It's not much of a surprise if I do Buster: It's just a little wedding present, like Buster: Calm down Rio: You know, you don't need to get me a present Buster: Shh Buster: Indie helped, it's a team effort Rio: Can I have it now Buster: Well Buster: Say please first Rio: Please Rio: Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top Buster: Alright Buster: Come with me Rio: You can't give it to me here? Rio: You literally just did, like Buster: It's too big Buster: Leave the jokes out, cheers Buster: It's not far, come on, we'll be right back Rio: Hmm what have you done, boy Rio: but I'm coming Buster: Trust me Rio: I do

[my-mystic-messenger]

So like a lot of people like YouTube couples and stuff, right? What do you think how would RFA and Saeran react to MC turning out to be a YouTuber, maybe even inviting them into a video? Like what kind of video would they make and stuff like that. I'd really love to see your spin on things. Thanks for the hard work :3

Bless you, anon. This is the shit I am talking about! I tried to make this as diverse as possible, so the HC’s look quite different for each of them

|| REQUEST ARE (ALWAYS) OPEN!! ||

Zen

♬ asan actor Zen has to know how to handle media

♬ platformslike Twitter, Tumblr and Facebook have a big impact on his career

♬ theyalso give him the chance to see what his fans (and haters) thinkabout him

♬ still,all the time he was merely an observer

♬ henever even considered possibly going on YouTube and making videos

♬ untilhe caught you filming a video for your channel

♬ you’dbeen a little embarrassed about it, mainly because you’d kept it asecret for so long

♬ itjust sounded sort of…strange to say that you were a professionalYouTube

♬ butwith over 15 Million subscribers you were good in the game

♬ ittook Zen days to wrap his head around that number

♬ 15Million people just waiting for you to put up a video once a week

♬ whenyou told him just how much you earned on top of that, he was shook

♬ Zenwas obviously very happy for your success, but a small, ugly part ofhim was jealous

♬ he’donly dream of that big of a number of people admiring him

♬ youcould tell how much it was wearing down on him and you felt horrible

♬ youdidn’t have to work half as hard as Zen and still had the biggerfollowing

♬ thatis when you got the idea; you asked him to join you for a video

♬ aftertalking it over with his agency you set the video up

♬ thetwo of you still weren’t allowed to hint at the fact that you weredating, but you were allowed to be friends and continue to makevideos should they be a hit

♬ aftera while of discussing the two of you had decided on covering a songtogether

♬ youboth knew that a romantic song was out of question so the decisiondidn’t take long

♬ thetwo of you covered 7 years by Lukas Graham

♬ yousat beside each other, making the music together while singing at thesame time

♬ yourvoices sounded perfect together and neither of you could stop smilingand stealing glances

♬ onceup the video went viral extremely fast

♬ somepeople were fans of Zen, happy to hear him sing on YouTube, othersnow turned into fans

♬ hispopularity grew more and more with every day

♬ somuch so that people started demanding he start his own YouTubechannel or become a fixed part of your channel

♬ youwouldn’t have minded that at all and apparently Zen agreed

♬ whilehis agency didn’t allow him to start his own channel they did agreeto more collaborations

♬ so,you turned Friday into Collab-Day, posting a new song with Zen everyweek

♬ Zenpopularity reached it’s peak when producers and agency got more andmore drawn to him

♬ hecould barely fend off job offers

♬ abouta year after your first collab he was supposed to star in 5 moviesand had changed agencies

♬ morespecifically to one that was more acceptant of your relationship anddidn’t demand hiding it

♬ whenhe proposed to you he did it through song, during a video for thewhole world to know

♬ afterthat you started a second channel, just the two of you

♬ youposted everything on there, from music to vlogs

♬ butthe very first video was a little collage of your wedding and honeymoon

Yoosung

★ you see Yoosung is one of those people who follow Let’s Play type of channels, gamers like himself

★ the thing about those is though that a lot of them don’t show their faces (take Cry for example)

★ you were one of those so even after meeting you, he had no idea that you were a YouTuber

★ let alone the infamous SediLusiVici, one of the most famous gamers and the one he’d been following religiously for years now

★ he finds out in the – for him – most shocking and surprising way possible

★ SediLusiVici was having a collab with PewDiePie and the two of you decided to play LOLOL

★ PewDiePie suggested to attack the top three players of which two were none other than Seven and of course Yoosung

★ when he’d suggested that you’d laughed, telling PewDiePie that number one was one of your best friends and number two was your husband

★ Yoosung’s face had completely frozen as he stared at the screen, PewDiePie gasping in the background as you laughed your ass off

★ “You’re kidding, right?”

★ “No, man, I’m serious. I know both of them. I know their real names and what they do for a living and stuff like that and Yoosung is my real life husband.”

★ “Daaaamn…wanna ruin their top rankings?”

★ “You betcha, bro!”

★ so for about an hour Yoosung watched the two of you climb and climb in rankings until SediLusiVici had kicked HackerGod and SupremeYoosung from their respective spots on the top

★ it was as shocking as it was mesmerizing

★ by the time you came home from work Yoosung was still staring at the opened video

★ you greeted him cheerfully until you noticed what he was watching and blushed

★ “Fuck…I didn’t know you watched…that…”

★ you didn’t really fight about it, nor was he mad that you’d messed up his game, but he couldn’t believe that you never told him you were his absolutely favourite YouTuber?!

★ you were flattered and happy he liked your work and decided to invite him into a video

★ especially as a lot of people had requested a video of husband and wife together

★ of course Yoosung said yes and a couple of days later you started a Stream

★ you introduced your husband to your community and took the time to answer some of their questions

★ everyone was actually rather excited to get to know Yoosung as well!

★ Yoosung was shy about it at first, but very happy too

★ so many people actually admired him for his gaming skills!

★ in that video the two of you took the time to take down HackerGod together, laughing the entire time

★ it would be rather funny to read what Seven had to say about this once he saw he’d been defeated

★ twice…

★ with you on top and Yoosung back to second place you ended the stream

★ it was one of your most watched videos ever

★ after that you collab quite a lot, sometimes even Seven joins in

★ it’s usually you and Seven ganging up on Yoosung

★ he’s always grumpy about it

★ the fandom finds it hilarious

★ of course it’s all in good fun ;)

Jaehee

♨ shefound out in the probably most anti-climatic way

♨ youstraight up asked her whether you wanted her to post a little add onyour YouTube channel

♨ youthought that maybe it would bring in some more customers

♨ she’dagreed, of course

♨ theidea was brilliant and wouldn’t cost either of you any money

♨ whatshe didn’t really know was just how big your channel was

♨ andjust how much revenue it would bring to the cafe

♨ merelya couple of days after you told her you posted it, there wasn’t aminute the cafe wasn’t packed

♨ everyonewanted to try out that cafe you’d talked about in your latest blog

♨ whenit dawned on Jaehee just how popular you were she also realized thatyou must be putting a lot fo effort into your blog

♨ butwhen?

♨ youworked together and lived together

♨ youtold her that you used the nights to record as to not disturb her

♨ themoney you used mainly for bills or to invest into the cafe

♨ Jaehee’sheart melted when she found out

♨ sheinstantly asked you on how to make it up to you, do something for you

♨ youinsisted she didn’t need to, but she wanted it

♨ youthen suggested for her to join you in a video

♨ youhad an idea but needed help for it

♨ Jaeheehappily agreed

♨ thatis how the two of you found yourself in your kitchen at home, camerasaid

♨ youwere doing the cooking challenge

♨ whichin itself wasn’t a thing, but you made it one, since you couldn’tcook or bake for shit

♨ everythingstarted out fine, almost like a cooking tutorial

♨ Jaeheeand you had picked something simple to start with

♨ ifpeople liked it, you’d suggested making it a series

♨ thepasta actually turned out pretty fine and you were surprised

♨ youate it before continuing part two of the video and neither of you hadto throw up, so…

♨ parttwo is where it got really fun

♨ Jaeheewanted to teach you how to bake a cake

♨ thatis very complicated though

♨ itstarted when you accidentally tripped and flour was spread all overJaehee, you and the kitchen

♨ afterthat everything just turned into a little war

♨ bythe time you called it quits the video was extremely long, the cakewasn’t happening and the two of you were covered in everything andanything

♨ “So,if you want to learn how to destroy your kitchen in just a few easysteps feel free to follow this tutorial!”

♨ needlessto say that cooking challenge did turn into a series

Jumin

♛ Juminisn’t good with technology, he never was

♛ he’sincapable of using an IPhone camera and took ages to uncover all ofthe features of the RFA-app

♛ hedidn’t even really know what YouTube was, let alone how to use it

♛ hehad other things on his mind than silly little videos on the internet

♛ thatwas until he found out that apparently you were a professionalYouTuber

♛ anda very famous one at that

♛ atfirst he was confused and didn’t know whether to take it serious ornot

♛ butthen you told him you could work from home and he was extremelysupportive

♛ youstill had a job like you wanted, earned your own money like youwanted but never had to leave the apartment without him whichmeant you were safe and he didn’t have to worry – Perfect

♛ thatis until you ask him to join you for a video

♛ despitebeing a public figure, talking like that seems uncomfortable

♛ thatis until you explain what the boyfriend tag is and how it works

♛ heinstantly relaxes, happy to parade your relationship for everyone tosee and here

♛ thetwo of you sat down together, started the camera and you beganreading questions

Whendid we meet and where?

”Wemet in a special chatroom a couple of months ago”

“It’smuch sweeter than it sounds, really!”

Wherewas our first kiss?

“Atmy apartment.”

“Yeah,in front of Sarah.”

“You’restill mad about that?”

“Well,it sure wasn’t romantic, Jumin.”

Whosaid “I love you” first?

“Me,although you realized it first, I think.”

“Youwere very emotionally constipated when we first met.”

“Youstill chose me though.”

“Youwere rich.”

♛ whenhe looked at you unimpressed you laughed and stole a quick kiss

♛ theblush that spread on his cheeks was very pleasant to look at

Whendid you meet my parents?

“Atour wedding. They were very nice.”

“Thingswere very…quick, between the two of us…”

Whatis the one thing you wish I didn’t do?

“Putyourself in danger to help others all the time. I told you to be moreselfish.”

“Younever let me forget, honey, but you know I’ll still continue doingit.”

Wherewas our first date?

“Isyou sleeping at my place considered a date?”

“Jumin,that sounds perverted!”

“What?How? We didn’t even sleep in the same bed for most of the time”

“Jumin!”

♛ hewas the one to end the video by pulling you in for a passionate kisswhile reaching out for the camera to turn it off at the same time

Saeyoung/Seven

☼ Sevenobviously found out about your YouTuber activity when he did abackground check on you

☼ however,he never actually visited your channel or such

☼ hisprogram deemed it safe, so there was no need to do that

☼ untilyou started dating and he found out just how much money one couldmake off it

☼ allthese years he’d been busting his ass hacking and doing illegal shit

☼ constantlyliving in the shadows and hiding

☼ andthere you were, making funny sketches and skits for close to 20Million subscribers

☼ earninga whole chunk of money and doing so risk free

☼ hefelt a little betrayed by those circumstances, so he started his ownYouTube channel

☼ obviouslybeing a new YouTuber is hard, especially when there are so manyalready established ones

☼ sohe swallowed down his pride and asked you for help

☼ obviouslyyou said no at first

☼ youwere still paying him back for being a dick to you when you first met

☼ andall the pranks he pulled after

☼ whenhe’d dressed as a maid and begged you on your knees though, you had agood idea

☼ yousaid yes

☼ obviouslyafter taking a picture of him first…for research purposes

☼ thatnight he’d checked out as many of your videos as possible, making aprofile for himself

☼ he’dhad it all planned out, ready to film something funny andentertaining

☼ maybeeven a prank video

☼ insteadhe was met with a huge box of make-up waiting for him

☼ WTF?!You’d never done anything make-up related videos before

☼ didyou even know how to do make-up?

☼ the answer was no, Seven foundout soon after

☼ youwere doing the my boyfriend/girlfriend does my make-up thing

☼ you’dreally thought it would be funny, you really did

☼ youknew you were shit at make up, incapable of even so much as wingedeyeliner

☼ youthought Seven was the same and you’d both bullshit the whole thingfor jokes

☼ youthought wrong, because Seven took that shit serious

☼ hedid some mean contour, smokey eyes, perfect eyeliners and lips

☼ heeven did some magic on your eyebrows!

☼ youalmost felt bad when the two of you turned to the camera

☼ youeach looked at your reflection, then at each other, then back at thecamera

☼ Sevenburst into laughter first, you followed soon

☼ apparentlyhis crossdressing had taught him some valuable lessons

☼ “Subscribeto his channel my babies. He’ll give you some mean make-uptutorials.”

☼ you’dbarely gotten out the words between laughter before ending the video

☼ Sevendid actually give make-up tutorials

☼ notonly that but he also gave tips on cosplay, wig care and tips forcrossdressers in general

☼ sometimeshe also pranked Yoosung

☼ sometimestwice a week

☼ hegained followersvery quickly

Saeran

☀ youtold Saeran about your YouTube career relatively early on

�� itwas during one of those days where he completely shut off and youfilled the silence with babble

☀ youtalked about how you’d started YouTube in the first place

☀ howyou used your channel to promote good causes and even raise money forshelters and stuff

☀ howyou wished you were good enough at make-up to do tutorials

☀ andhow you’d messed up even the most simple smokey eye in your eagerness

☀ sillystories in hopes of getting him out of his shell

☀ youhadn’t really thought that he’d listened to you

☀ notuntil one day, many many months later, he told you that he’d enjoyedyour latest video

☀ you’dbeen shocked for quite a while after, wondering how long he’d beenwatching

☀ whenyou’d finally gathered the courage to ask Saeran had blushed, leavingyou baffled

☀ headmitted that he’d been watching you way before you even told himabout it

☀ infact that is why he’d chosen you was because he’d known you from yourvideos

☀ somuch so that he’d desperately wanted you to join Magenta and Mint Eye

☀ whichfor Saeran is just a way of saying he found you cute

☀ afterthat you catch him watching your videos more often, always smiling tohimself

☀ heeven lurks around when you film them, obviously suppressing theexcitement he felt

☀ ittook you a while to invite him into your videos

☀ notbecause you were ashamed, but because you’d worried he’d hate theidea

☀ (youalso weren’t quite sure what kind of video he was okay filming)

☀ whenyou asked him he was extremely excited about the entire thing

☀ buthe did refuse to do anything boyfriend tag related

☀ youwere a little disappointed, but understood

☀ noteveryone liked that cutesy stuff and Saeran was one of those people

☀ insteadyou thought that following the trend might be a good idea

☀ ChallengeVideos 

☀ the first video you filmed was a try not to cry challenge

☀ ittook you approximately two minutes and one video including a dog tobawl your eyes out

☀ Saeranmeanwhile just looked at the videos as if he was trying to solve ahard puzzle

☀ needlessto say he didn’t cry one

☀ “Do you even have a heart?!” 

☀ “I thought we discussed this already, Princess. The answer is obviously no.”

☀ youjust stared at him for a while before ending the video

☀ peopleloved it

☀ thecontrast between you and what they assumed to be your boyfriend wasstraight up hilarious to them

☀ theyalso applauded him for not losing the challenge and asked for anothervideo

☀ thistime you took a different route; try not to laugh challenge

☀ youheld it in for as long as you could, but burst out laughing when theylooped someone falling on their nuts

☀ meanwhileSaeran had the same face again, frowning and focusing without asingle laugh

☀ “Dude,this is freaking grade A content how the hell are you notlaughing?”

☀ “Huh?The challenge said not to laugh. I’m good at that…”

☀ “…wow…thisgot really sad real quick

☀ “Wellit’s good then that this isn’t the try not to cry challenge then,right?”

☀ hesmirked at you and you frowned

☀ thedamn video got multiple million views

SediLusiVici means I sat, I played, I won in Latin, for anyone who cared…