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The Dragon and the Wolf

Epilouge

You had been betrothed to Cregan stark at the start of the war. He was the noble and honourable stark that he was he supported your mother claim without restraint. So much so your mother saw it fit to betroth the two of you. So when disaster strikes and you and your younger brother are the only two survivors, you a shipped of north in your grief, leaving only Cregan to heal your wounds.

word count: 2,212

CW: MDI, 18+, refrences to pregenacy, miscariges stillbirths and death, happy ending! lots of fluff (all the bad tags where small and lead to a very fluff, not proofread!

Cregan Strak x Veleryon(strong)!reader

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dividers by @zaldritzosrose

authors note: this epilouge is largely based of cregan starks wiki page, thats why they have a hell of a lot of kids. find it here.

Cregan Stark had been many things, the lord of Winterfell, warden of the north, hand of the king. But most importantly he had been your husband. Married for 66 years before your death in 200 AC,

Your marriage with filled with tragedy and triumphs, but most importantly love.

A love that inspired songs, poems and stories.

Though you and he had your ups and downs, he stayed by your side during your worst and your best times.

And even after years of struggling, years of sadness and tears as your moons blood came, you and he ended with ten children to call your own.

First there had been Rickon, followed by Saera, Alys and Rhaeya, then Mariah, Jacearys, Edric, Lyanna, Lucerys and finally Brandon.

The birth of each of your children had filled your halls and your heart, the ache you had felt after the war had finally been filled, and you had felt whole once more.

You had found the happiness you had been chasing and felt contentment and happiness more and more each and every day.

Your love for each other continued to bloom and grow, love so deep that Cregan himself passed only moons after you, your son Jaceaerys, know as Jace ‘one eye’, becoming the lord of Winterfell after his death, though it was your youngest son Brandon that the stark line continued from.

Your legacy was one that would be remembered even a hundred years after your death, songs were still sung in your honour, halls and castle erected in your name, there was even a castle built in your honour on the wall, after your help in the victory against Sylas the grim.

But where your legacy blossomed still was within the walls of Winterfell, where your kin ruled to this day.

“we have Targaryen ancestry, or one ancestor to be precise” Ned Stark spoke to his children, as he walked them down the crypts of Winterfell.

He speak your name, bowing in respect as he approached your statue, your stood beside your husband Cregan Stark, your hands adjoined in a symbol of your love, a love that had become famous amongst the pages of history.

“she was the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Veleryon, the last rider of Silverwing and the last dragon rider in history. “

Sansa seemed giddy as she looked at her, her ancestor a Targaryen princess.

“did she fight in the dance of the dragons?” Jon asked, looking at his ancestors, noting the similarity in your features with his.

“aye, though she played the role of a diplomat more than a fighter, but she is too thank for several victories, even after the war she helped defend the north against wildings”

His children gasped in surprise, eagerly listening to their father recount the tales of you and your legacy.

“did any of her children have dragons?” Jon asked eagerly.

“aye, each child was given an egg, though only two hatched” he looked to the left towards were your children statues stood, “the ones belonging to Lord Jacearys and Lucerys, named after her brothers” he looked down to Jon, the most egar to here of his ancestors, “though it was said they died and grew no larger than cats“

A sound of disappointment left Jon at the news.

“is it true they were so in love that he died of a broken heart after her death?” Sansa asked.

Ned chuckled, “it was said he did, aye”

Sansa let out a small squealed, “imagine being so in love you can’t bare to live in a world without them” she gushed.

“aye, there love is famous” he said looking up at his ancestors.

“can any of you tell me about their children?

Robb raised his hand enthusiastically, “they had ten in total, though it was their second son Jaceaerys, named after her brother who died in the dance who succeeded Cregan…he then died with no children and was succeeded by Lucerys also named after one of her brothers whose death started the dance of dragons”

“very good Robb…but who succeeded Lucerys?”

“there youngest child, Brandon, who we are descended from” Arya spoke up, as she gazed at the sword at your hip. “was she trained with a sword?” she asked eagerly.

“most likely, she was a fighter, a warrior though most accounts was due to her fighting on the back of silver wing, it was said she killed several men who insulted her brother, King Aegon III and was known to have fought several who questioned her mother, Rhaenyra being a legitimate queen.”

Arya seemed very please with this response, as did Robb and Jon as they admired their 4x great grandmother.

At the feet of their statues laid 3 dragon eggs, long turned to stone, and though neither of them noticed at first, as Ned light the lights surrounding their statues, behind them sat the skull of Silverwing.     

A reminder of house Targaryen, and their power even now years after they had been defeated and banished.

And though you had become a stark you were forever remembered in house Targaryen, with your named reused countless times, a holdfast in the red keep named after you, and gardens throughout Westeros grew a rose named after you.

But whilst you had grown a legacy and left an indent on the history of Westeros, you had not lived to do so.

Your life had been one you had ended up devoting to your family, to love and happiness, no care if your section of the history books was a long one or not.

The first five years of your marriage where the one filled with the most hurdles to cross, with fertility issues and you suffering from depression, it truly tested your marriage but the day your eldest Rickon was born, was the day your life truly became filled with Joy.

Your pregnancy had been spent bed bound to nervous to venture out of it for fear of another miscarriage.

Cregan had moved his office to your shared chambers, insisting on spending every moment you would allow with him. His days spent with you, his meals shared with you in bed, he only left when necessary and even then, he was racing back to be with you.

The birth had scared him, his mind remembering the last birth, how you had laboured for hours knowing full well the babe was already dead.

But this time the babe was perfect, a healthy boy you named Rickon after his father.

You watched him grow and as the years passed more children followed, each and every one of them filling your life with more and more love.

You and Cregan grew inseparable, your duties becoming one as you both ruled Winterfell together.

And after fifteen years of marriage, and the birth of you first five children, Rickon, Saera and Alys, Rhaeya and Mariah, your brothers came to Winterfell on their tour of Westeros.

Aegon and Viserys both married with children of their own were more than happy to see you again, years of letters making up for little of how much you missed your brothers.

“Aegon, Viserys” you greeted as you they rode into Winterfell with the pride and fancy house Targaryen always brought.

“sister” they greeted, coming straight towards you, their boyish looks still in full effect despite being adults in their own right, “I have missed you”

“no more than I have missed you” you replied before introducing your family and household to your brothers.

Your sons and daughters presenting themselves proudly, with your daughter Saera pointing out the similarities between herself and her cousin Daena, they could practically be twins. In both looks and nature.

They caused many a problem during their time in Winterfell, with many pranks and havocked caused as they spent their days freeing horses or practicing with Sareas crossbow, shooting apples above servants heads.

Your eldest Rickon spent most of his time with Daeron, many time spent in the courtyard, sparring or exploring the dragon nest Silverwing had left upon her most recent return from Winterfell.

You watched as your children created bonds with their cousins, bonds that would stick even after the tour. Letters exchanged and your sons Jacearys and Lucerys being sent to ward in Kings Landing.

And whilst they were here your sons Jacearys and Lucerys eggs hatched, small dragons, the first dragons born in near ten years.

Jace’s dragon, a soft shade of white shade, easily blending into the snow. He had named the dragon sōna, the Valyrian word for snow. And though the history books would mark him to be as big as a small housecat, he in truth grew to be the size of a dire wolf, and though not big enough to take a rider on his back, he was known to fly the walls of Winterfell before his death, after falling victim to a stray arrow during one of house starks monthly hunts.

Lukes’s dragon had been named icefyre, he had claimed it was who he was, a merge of ice a fire and so was his dragon. With silver scales and a blue flame, similar to the blue flame of your uncle Daeron’s dragon Tesserion. He too grew to the size of a dire wolf, before accompany Luke south to Kingslanding, ending up on Dragonstone where she was killed by the now wild dragon, Sunfyre.

And though when the tour ended, after being extended moons, with neither side wanting to part from the other, the sadness and regret you felt before when leaving your brothers was no longer, as you where more than happy with the family you had in Winterfell. No longer did you dream of the ghosts of your family, wishing them alive, but now you saw them reborn as each of your children.

In Rickon you saw Jace, he was noble and kind, the perfect future lord. And you saw even more of Jace in him as he died fighting alongside his cousin Daeron, after he had been named king and set to conquer Dorne. Dying before his time, a hero’s death.

In Saera, you saw your mother, Rhaenyra. A fierce and defiant girl, egar and pride. She was smart and quick and though as time passed and you began to forget the faces of those you lost, however you looked at Sarea, you saw your mother.

In Alys you saw Joffrey, shy and kind but egar to prove herself. Going out of her way to prove her loyalty and her devotion to house Stark.

In Rhaeya, you saw your grandmother, Rhaneys. Though she was named in honour of bother her mother and grandmother, her grandmothers laugh, and smile shined through in your girl. She was always riding, though a horse not a dragon, she was a warrior in her own right, fighting in the conquest of Dorne, though she eventually chooses to sheath her sword after she found love in the son of Benjicot Blackwood.

Then there was Mariah, sweet Mariah reminded you of Rhaena, though alive and well with six daughters of her own, she reminded you in every way of your sister. With a fierce heart, hidden behind a sweet temperament.

Jace, who had become Jace one eye at the age of six and ten after an arrow pierced his eye during the conquest of Dorne, he reminded you of you uncle Aemond, before the cruelty took over him. He was determined and fierce, though hidden behind a shy demeaner.

Edric, was the very image of Daemon. Though Stark in looks he was the rouge of her stepfather, careless and wanton, so much so he died before all of his siblings after fighting and loosing a duel against the man who would later marry his sister Lyanna, Lynol Tyrell.

Lyanna, Was you. You looked at her and saw yourself, a girl born out of love, a girl desiring love more than anything in the world. A girl who would fight for what she believed in, no matter the cost.

Lucerys, of cause reminded you of Luke in every way he was your sweet younger brother. In looks and nature he was Luke reborn.

The Brandon, your youngest child, a big age gap, born near ten years after Luke. He seemed to be the image of your husband, fierce and wise, a good lord. Though often driven my lust.

Your legacy was fierce, your blood spread through Westeros as you were remembered in the page of history books for all to read.

“the dance of the dragons” Daenerys read, as she was gifted a book of the history of her family.

“not just the dance, Princess” spoke Ilyrio Mopatis. “this book tells the story of your Ancestor” he spoke your name, and printed out the portrait of you that covered the first page inside.

“A whole book dedicated to one ancestor?” Viserys scoffed, “what was she a conqueror?”

“in some ways” Ilyrio started, “she was a key player in the dance, without her diplomacy the war could have been much longer than it had been”

“Really?” Viserys asked sceptically.

“indeed, read for yourself My prince”

And so they read your tale, and you where once more brough back to life.

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Yet another angsty depressing fic

- Phum was lost in thoughts, after coming back from the camp and after dropping of peem back to his place. He took a moment to reflect on himself as well as what has been happening in last few days. His realization of love, his fear of falling in love, the slow acceptance that yes he is indeed in love...but at the same time an ugly feeling in his heart, making him lost in thoughts.

The words of kluen loving peem, Peem's smile when he is with kluen a strak contrast to their relationship when they first met, Peem always having an annoyed look whenever bumping into him. Although it developed into something much more beautiful, his brain specifically ignored that part, highlighting those grumpy, annoyed expression of peem everytime he was with phum and those sweet happy smiles when with kluen. Those thoughts drowning phum in a spiral.

"Do I deserve him?", "Do I even deserve his love?", "I only ever annoy him", "He deserves much better", "He deserves to smile not frown"...The chain of phum thoughts was endless. The ugly feeling in his chest growing. His heart locking away, hiding in a dark corner, his feelings locked away deep in his heart.

He sat on the couch, his favorite teddy bear on his lap. He stared blankly at the stuff toy. The only ever comfort his heart excepted. He cannot even except Fang or Beer's comfort. Times like this brought back the little kid, hidden away in a corner of the room in a foreign city, with no sense of familiarity or comfort, just cold silent walls of room, only his stuff toy, tucked in his chest tightly.

The conscious part of him was aware all this thoughts made no sense. But the subconscious self kept reminding him constantly that Peem is tied to him due to the deal. Nothing more nothing less. And that led him to send a message to peem "The deal is over. You're no longer my slave". That were phum's last parting words to Peem. He blocked him. Shut off his phone and drove away somewhere. Somewhere he wouldn't feel trapped. Where he could hide away without feeling u familiar.

Peem's POV

The message left him shocked, speechless, having just finished his painting, painting the roses his phum gave him. Going to message phum to come with him to submit the work. Everything shattered once he read the two sentences. 10 missed calls, 20 unsent messages the screen read. Peem wondered what went wrong. What caused this. He thought they were better. Phum was happy right? They were going off fine weren't they? What caused this? Why did he have to disappear suddenly?

Peem went places searching for phum, calling Fang, Beer, Mick even Tan, none of them knew he was, everyone concerned. Peem reassured them somehow. Fang being handled by Tan. Q came to take peem's painting, letting him free to find his phum.

The question was, where could phum go?

Peem realised how little he knew about phum. The guy who was hanging off his shoulder almost everyday, yet he barely knew about him. Not in a way, he knew what phum liked, he knew what phum didn't like, he knew phum...yet he feels like he doesn't know him. Not even a single place comes in his mind, where phum could be. What could've upset the boy so much to make him disappear without informing anyone. Where could he find phum?

Peem was getting worried every passing second, thinking what could have happened. Did he fight with his dad again? But Fang didn't mention anything, so probably not. Did he get into fight but beer or mick would know if something Did happen, was it the camp? But he looked happy, he said he enjoyed it well except being around kluen. That clicked Peem, could it be the reason? No way right?

He ignored those question and focused on trying to think where could he go?

Part 2? This could be messed up writing, it's my first time writing something like this. I only ever write prompts or dialogues. So writing a long fic thing is kind of new for me and that too after a long time. Wait for part 2 please.

Also what do you think? What could be phum's comfort place? Was it ever mentioned in the series? Or in the novel? I am not sure. I am going to write based on what I feel like could be phum's comfort place. Also this is kind of silly...I know but I just felt like wititng it I guess. Please be considerate and point of my mistakes.. :))

[euroadventure]

Espot - Sant Maurici d'Espot - Martinet

Vrijdag 28 april

Het zonnetje schijnt! Na mijn ontbijt rij ik terug naar beneden, naar het dorpje. Ik parkeer mijn auto en loop naar de shuttle taxi's. Ik had gisteren afgesproken dat ik om 9 uur daar zou zijn. Wanneer ik aankom is het nog 'tranquilo' want we vertrekken pas als het busje vol is, wordt mij verteld. Prima, dan ga ik eerst een cafe con leche drinken bij de lokale bar op de hoek.

Tegen half tien kan ik toch gaan, onderweg bij een camping pikken we nog mensen op vertelt de chauffeur. Het blijkt een jong Nederlands gezin uit Eindhoven te zijn. We raken gelijk gezellig aan de praat. Ger, Yvon en hun drie kinderen Floris, Vilein en Valerie (ik hoop dat ik het goed onthouden heb 😉) gaan net als ik de route rond het meer 'Sant Maurici d'Espot' wandelen. Extra respect voor hun, omdat hun jongste dochter 4 jaar oud is en Yvon zwanger is 🙌🏻.

Bij het startpunt lopen zij de Ratera ronde van west naar oost en ik net andersom. Ook plak ik er nog een stukje aan vast. Ik loop nog door naar de 'Refugi d'Amitges'.

Er is inmiddels wat sluierbewolking, maar toch voel ik het zonnetje toch ook goed branden. Al snel loop ik in mijn t-shirt verder.

Ik start bij het grote meer en het uitzicht is al erg mooi in het ochtendlicht.

Ik word het bos in gestuurd richting 'Cascade Ratera', een mooie waterval maar ik had er misschien iets meer van verwacht...of misschien ben ik al wat verzadigd door alle watervallen die ik in mijn leven heb gezien 😂.

Na de waterval loop ik vooral omhoog en kom ik bij het meer 'Estany de Ratera' uit wat er prachtig bij ligt, zeker wanneer de zon nog even goed doorkomt. Mijn eerste stop, even wat drinken en eten, voor ik weer verder wandel.

Het meer laat ik achter me en ik sla af richting de berghut.

Voor ik daar ben passeer ik wederom een meer 'Estany de les Obagues de Ratera' (meren vervelen daarentegen nooit 😊) ook hier geniet ik weer volop!

Ik ben hier totaal alleen, samen met een eend 🦆 die hier in het meer ronddobbert.

Heerlijk...ook hier even een korte break 😊.

Ik tik de 2440m aan voor ik uiteindelijk uitkom bij de berghut.

Naast de berghut blijkt er nog een groot meer te liggen 'Estany Gran d'Amitges'. Dit meer is nog bijna geheel bevroren. Hier hou ik mijn lunchpauze en blijf hier zeker een half uur rondhangen.

Ik daal weer af naar de Ratera route en wanneer ik net weer op de route ben, kom ik het Nederlandse gezin weer tegen. Tot nu toe heeft de jongste nog alles zelf gelopen en ze vertelt het met veel trots. Ook vertellen ze mij dat er straks nog een lastig stuk komt door sneeuw en water van een kleine waterval. Ik ben benieuwd!

Ik loop verder en heb nog een prachtig uitzicht over het grote meer 'Sant Maurici d'Espot'.

En dan kom ook ik bij de waterval en het stuk sneeuw. Het lukt mij vrij aardig om het stuk te passeren, maar ik heb dan ook wandelstokken. Ook ik zak een keer diep weg in de sneeuw...hoe hebben ze dit gedaan met de kids? Wauw, nogmaals respect!

Uiteindelijk ben ik tegen 15uur weer bij de shuttle standplaats, waar ook de Nederlanders inmiddels aan komen lopen. De jongste, maar ook de andere kinderen hebben alles zelfstandig gewandeld, superknap!

We moeten nog even wachten op de shuttle en kletsen nog wat bij. Wat blijkt...Ger, Yvon en de kinderen komen haast elke zomer naar Zoutelande toe, zo ook komende zomer. Hoe toevallig is dat nu weer?! Wie weet komen we elkaar dan nog tegen deze zomer 😎.

We nemen afscheid en ik reis vandaag weer verder. Ik sla nog wat te drinken in voor ik doorrijd. Ik rij richting een plaatsje vlak voor het dorpje Estana. Morgenochtend kan ik, mits het mooi weer blijft, daar nog een simpele wandeling maken. Onderweg weer prachtige vergezichten!

In La Seu d'Urgell waar ik vorig jaar nog op een camperplaats heb gestaan stop ik voor grote inkopen te doen. Ik blijf er nu niet, maar rij nog een twintig minuten verder tot het dorpje Martinet waar ik vanacht wel blijf staan. Ik kan nog tot half 11 prima buiten zitten zonder jas, overdag was de temperatuur in het dal inmiddels opgelopen tot 27,5 graden...

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[alsjeblieft-zeg]

232 of 2023

Do you own a pocketknife, or any other kind of multi-tool?

Yeah, that screwdriver with changeable heads. Very handy, I must say.

What did your mother study at university?

What, she has barely finished primary school. And that’s all her education.

When was the last time your living situation changed in any way?

Does that brain incident count?

What was the last thing you took a video of?

The sea when I was at the beach.

Has anyone ever tried to convert you to their religion?

Yeah, I hated it.

Are there any ways in which your childhood was highly atypical?

Well, I’m on autism spectrum, so that speaks for itself.

What’s something that used to really stress you out, but doesn’t anymore?

Life.

Do you prefer to be around introverted or extroverted people?

Introverts because some extroverts tend to be kinda overwhelming. Not all of them, though.

Have you ever stayed in a hostel?

No, I’ve stayed in a proper hotel.

Have you ever been somewhere where you didn’t fluently speak the local language?

Yeah, Germany and France, even though technically I should be able to communicate in both.

What’s an interesting fact about the last person you hugged?

He’s a Belgian, but his dad was born in the UK.

Have you ever dated someone from a very different socioeconomic background?

Nah, unless a soldier is higher than electrician. If so, then here’s your answer. I was in a relationship with an army guy.

Do you own a disco ball?

No, I don’t. It would torment my eyes.

Were you born before or after the collapse of the Soviet Union?

After.

What is your least favorite kind of weather?

Heavy rainfall or freezing cold.

What was the last housework you did?

Cooking.

How often do you go grocery shopping?

Once a week.

What was the amount of the last check you wrote?

I transfer money directly from my bank account via my phone.

Do you have any home exercise equipment?

Yeah, dumbbells.

What mountain range is closest to your house?

Ardennes, if it even counts because they’re more like hills. And they’re on the opposite end of the country.

Have you ever had famous neighbors?

NO, I haven’t.

Describe the ‘look’ you did the last time you wore makeup?

I’m a dude, I don’t wear make up.

If you got pregnant the 1st time you had sex, how old would the kid be now?

I don’t think it’s biologically possible for a man to get pregnant.

Have you ever polished and waxed your car?

On a car wash, but I didn’t do it myself; my husband did.

As a kid, did you have any friends with parents who yelled a lot?

My own mum did, otherwise no.

If so, did you avoid going to their house because of it?

Lmao.

Are you competitive?

Kind of, and a perfectionist.

What’s the biggest risk you’ve ever taken?

Moved abroad for work without knowing the language.

What was your last received text message about?

A reminder about VDAB appointment that turned out to be a misunderstanding.

Have you ever lived in a small community where everyone knew each other?

Yeah, my hometown. It’s small, and my country in general is small.

What are some of your least favorite foods?

Anything melon-related, red meat, red cabbage.

Do you give your pets gifts and treats for their birthday/adoption day?

I do give them treats, but I do it every day, and at Sundays they get more expensive food.

Has anyone ever set you up on a blind date? If so, how did it go?

No, I’m not interested in such things.

Are you a procrastinator?

Sometimes when I have to do something I really don’t fancy.

What was the last thing you said out loud?

Tot straks. ^.^

[mostlycompetentwriter]

Side Effects- Part 2

M/F Pairing: Y/N X Stray Kids (Multiple Pairings)

Word Count: 4K

Genre: Yandere Stray Kids AU, Vampire AU, Fantasy AU

Warnings: graphic depictions of blood, violence, mentions of smut, and language...Oh, and 3racha are kinda rude...

Summary: Sometimes, we can’t escape the past.

“You look beautiful today, Y/N.”

I blushed, of course, from Mark’s tender compliment. “Thank you,” I managed sheepishly, watching as my boss offered me a cheeky smile before entering his office.

Ever since I left the Miroh Coven, I had been working a part-time position as the Secretary to a wealthy CEO. I didn’t mind my job, enjoying the menial tasks I was usually instructed to obey. It was quite mind-numbing, a worthy distraction when I first started working here hollowing the horrors I had endured from the Miroh Coven. The pay was excellent and I was able to help my roommate afford rent while reliably buying myself luxuries like a new mattress or a fresh wardrobe since my old clothes reminded me too much of the past.

The hours were also minimal, and I often found myself sitting down at my desk only to look up at the clock and realize my day had already concluded. Subsequently, I was able to leave the office on time every day to join the steady stream of afternoon traffic. Afterward, I might stop by a restaurant to pick up something for dinner, or occasionally drive through the downtown marketplace because I enjoyed shopping for fresh produce. It was all quite nice and I enjoyed settling into my new life with a deep sigh of relief.

It had almost been nine months since I last saw any of the boys and other than the unfortunate encounter with Chan’s necklace, I was sure that I would never have to experience anything so unattractive ever again. I was slowly regaining my confidence, joining my roommate several times when she wanted to see a movie or shop at one of the outdoor malls. Everything was starting to work out for me, which meant that I was also starting to comfortably take more risks.

“Please have fun tonight,” my roommate said, practically dragging me along with her as we entered one of her favorite clubs. After much convincing, I had finally given in and allowed my roommate to take me out late at night for drinks and dancing. “This is a nice place,” she said, leading me to the bar. “I’ll buy you a drink.”

I nodded my head, looking around the relaxed atmosphere. It was certainly a much tamer club than what I was used to visiting, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Of course, the influence of alcohol had a way of making a person far more willing to lower their defenses. “One glass,” I said, accepting the fruity beverage from the bartender before my roommate and I found a table near the edge of the dancefloor.

“So many handsome faces,” my roommate remarked. “Interested in anyone?”

I scoffed at her question because I seriously doubted that I would willingly jump into a new relationship anytime soon. “Really?”

“Just wondering,” my roommate shrugged, drinking down the remainder of her scotch. “Wanna dance?”

I waved her off, deciding that I was okay with enjoying my drink at our table. My roommate let out a giggle, locking eyes with a suave businessman who looked ready to devour her whole. “I’ll check on you soon,” she promised and I quickly lost her in the mass of bodies occupying the dance floor.

I rolled my eyes because I knew better than to expect my roommate’s return. Instead, I sipped at my drink while admiring the friendly atmosphere of the bar, neon colors dazzling in my peripheral vision. It reminded me of my younger college days when I was swept away by the illusion of freedom which independent adulthood offered, attending every frat party I could find.

I grinned at the memories, feeling way too old to try anything like that ever again. It was fun once, being so irresponsible, but now it was time to start paying bills and scratch my head when I attempted to do my taxes. Freedom was addicting, and I could see why so many younger people were enamored with the idea of moving away from home and conquering the world. 

Wistfully, I must digress because I often lose myself in my thoughts, and I can’t afford a break in concentration. Instead, I sipped tentatively at my drink, watching the moving sea of bodies. I was entirely focused, which allowed me to raise my guard at the approach of an unfamiliar figure.

“Excuse me? Do you have the time?”

I shrugged loosely because it was an innocent request from someone who clearly wasn’t looking for anything ill-intended. On instinct, I reached into my bag to grab my phone. “It’s almost midnight,” I said, thinking that our interaction would be short-lived.

Instead, the man was insistent, a cold hand digging harshly against my shoulder. “Don’t you know that it’s dangerous to stay up so late, sweetheart?”

The accent had been disguised, but now I recognized it thick and heavy in my ear. I couldn’t even remember to scream before his hand was enclosed over my mouth, teeth nipping at my jaw. Another body slipped into my roommate’s chair, brows raised as he reached for her discarded glass. “Is there room for some company, Y/N?” Jisung asked, blonde hair hanging low in his eyes.

I shook my head desperately, fresh tears clouding my vision. “Where are your manners, sweetheart?” Chan asked with a harsh tone and I was suddenly jerked to the side, a strong hand holding my chin into place.

“What a coincidence, Y/N,” Changbin growled. “We have unfinished business in this little town of yours.”

“You’re coming with us,” Chan said, ignoring the way I fought against him as he practically forced me out of my chair. “Look at me,” he snarled, eyes trained on mine as I started to drift out of consciousness.

I was slowly starting to realize that the implications of being a sire went far beyond just simply turning someone immortal. For example, I knew how cruel Changbin could be, turning violent on a whim, especially if you disobeyed him. He was the one who liked to punish me when he thought I was being bad, dragging out all sorts of special toys to use against my body. Paddles and lashes, whips and spikes, everything Changbin needed was lined perfectly along the walls of the special room he had decorated for himself whenever he wanted to play with someone. He was a sadist in every sense of the word, enjoying the sensation of watching someone suffer for his own pleasure. When he had first brought me into the room, I had immediately protested, close to tears when Changbin had cooed at me and insisted that I would never be forced to do anything outside of my comfort zone. He spoke with a wicked tongue, dark eyes revealing the truth if I had been so willing to look for it, but I eventually allowed him to have his way with me. Tears streaming freely down the side of my face while Changbin’s tongue traced the salty rivulets with a groan.

But Changbin wasn’t the only one with a fiery temper and desire for pain and suffering. His fledgling vampires, Felix and Hyunjin, had decisively taken on his more brutal aspects. Felix lost control whenever I said something to offend him, growling out insults while I tried to avoid his hands. Hyunjin had special permission to use Changbin’s secret room to explore his own masochism, and I had accidentally wandered into one of his sessions at the beginning of our arrangement before things had turned sexual between us. I remember the look of existential terror on the girl’s face that I had foolishly misplaced as pleasure, crying out not in ecstasy but in pain. 

On the other hand, Jisung was the manipulative and cunning brother who thought out everything instead of living on a whim according to his pleasures. It was this same trait that I discovered in Minho who also shared Jisung’s tendency to plan out his movements. The only difference between them was that Minho was silent in his execution while Jisung was loud in letting everyone know that he had gotten his way.

Finally, there was Bang Chan, the legal leader of the Miroh Coven. Chan was the last of the brothers to attempt a siring bond because he had never found the right person. I would never know for sure why Seungmin and Jeongin were “the right people,” but Chan doted on them in every sense of the word. He treasured them like they were his possessions, buying them expensive clothes and allowing them leeway when their bloodlust tended to get the best of them. It was up to the sire to teach their fledglings how to properly drink blood from a source, but Chan had decided not to blink an eye when Seungmin or Jeongin accidentally took things a step too far. 

Just like Chan, Seungmin and Jeongin were also extremely possessive, especially when they considered something to belong exclusively to them. I can only wish that I had noticed sooner, the way the three of them liked to leave their marks on me in various ways, whether it be through a harsh bite or buying me something nice and insisting that I wear it at all times. Seungmin and Jeongin were also dangerous because there had been times when I felt like I was on death’s door, feeling them drink my blood like they would never stop. 

Sadly, I thought I had escaped all of that, so imagine the utter sense of dread crippling my entire body when I woke up to see Chan, Changbin, and Jisung standing over me as they watched me slowly awaken. Chan was the first to react, sitting down on the edge of the bed as he appraised me. “Sweetheart,” he said and a shiver ran down my spine. “Don’t you know how worried we were when you ran away from us like that?”

My lower lip trembled and I bit down on it hard. “I couldn’t stay.”

“Why not?” Chan asked, looking every bit as patient as I remembered.

“You hurt people,” I whispered. “And you hurt me too.”

“Hurt you?” Chan huffed, a look of annoyance masking his features. “We protected you and cared for you, sweetheart.”

“You belong to us,” Jisung said, gaze cold as he watched me from afar.

I sniffled, slowly losing my last shred of pride as I tried not to cry in front of these horrible vampires. His words reminded me of the night I left, rushing out into the streets with blood covering my body. “I don’t have to work for you anymore,” I said.

Changbin growled. “The arrangement meant more than that, Y/N.”

“We love you,” Chan said, reaching for my hands and I didn’t have the strength to fight him. “Remember? We can be together forever.”

I was crying now, triggered by the all-too-familiar words spoken 9 months ago when I entered the Miroh Mansion for the final time.

Jeongin was still young enough to celebrate his birthday, and the rest of the Clan had decided that nothing was too good for their precious youngest member. I remember going shopping with Chan, buying party decorations without any consideration for how much it would cost them. Earlier that week, Jisung and I had visited the bakery to order Jeongin a custom-made birthday cake, including a cheesy message at the bottom to commemorate the occasion. Everyone was in good spirits and I had finally stopped thinking about the bodies in their basement, believing Jisung when he told me that they had been donated to the Miroh Clan to use as a source of fresh blood. “It sometimes happens,” Jisung said. “Whenever there’s an accident and nobody claims the bodies, they send them here for us to use.”

It was an extremely unreasonable explanation but I refused to believe anything else in an attempt to protect myself from the truth. I was determined to move past it, forcing myself to smile at Jisung’s cheesy jokes or Chan’s attempts to make me laugh. I must have been a good actor because they stopped hovering around me at every possible opportunity, watching me like they were waiting for me to bolt out the door and never return.

“Y/N!” Jeongin had said, jumping into my bed to wake me up that morning. “Guess what?” he giggled, adorable face mere inches from my own.

“Hmmm?” I wondered, smirking as he practically beamed with excitement.

“It’s my birthday,” Jeongin said. “I’m supposed to be 40-years-old today!”

“Congratulations,” I snickered, deciding that it wasn’t the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard.

“Will you come play with me and Felix?” Jeongin asked. “We can do whatever we want until Chan gets home.”

That’s another thing I had noticed about the fledglings. They never really liked to talk about anyone except for their sired master. In fact, if I didn’t know any better, I would think that Jeongin had no idea that Jisung and Changbin even existed. “Okay,” I said. “Let me take a shower first.”

Jeongin allowed me to get ready in peace and quiet, and I enjoyed the feeling of the water scalding my skin as I stood under the faucet for far longer than normal. Afterward, I pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, finding Felix, Jeongin, and Seungmin in Minho’s room, arguing over who would join teams. I yawned when I entered, wary of the way Minho was watching me from his bed, legs stretched out in front of him as his eyes followed me all the way to where Felix was holding out my controller.

I spent the remainder of the afternoon with the younger boys, ignoring Minho completely as I let Jeongin win several times even though I was much better at Street Fighter. “Finally,” Jeongin exclaimed, racing for the door before I could question him. 

“Chan’s home,” Minho informed me, holding out a hand which I reluctantly accepted, trying not to react when Minho leaned in to press his lips against my delicate pulse point.

Downstairs, all of the vampires were busy setting up Jeongin’s party. Streamers hung from the overhead banisters and balloons floated mindlessly through the room as Chan hugged Jeongin tightly against his chest. “Were you a good boy today?” he asked the youngest who nodded enthusiastically in response.

“Y/N,” Jisung called my name. “Help me in the kitchen.”

I obeyed immediately, finding Jisung situating candles on top of the cake we had purchased earlier that week. I was struck by the normalcy of the situation, standing next to Jisung as he instructed me to start boiling a pot of water. Apparently, despite their delicate diets, on special occasions, the Vampires could enjoy human food and Jeongin’s favorite was being prepared for him.

It was chaotic in the Mansion as everyone attended to their various responsibilities, amusing little Jeongin who flitted from person to person. Although, more often than not, Jeongin stuck close to Chan’s side, talking to his sire about all the nuances of his day. Chan listened patiently, nodding along as he finished the elaborate ribbon around one of Jeongin’s birthday presents. “Is everyone ready?”

We all stood together in the kitchen, singing for Jeongin who was vibrating from head to toe. He blew out the candles and beamed at the accompanying applause. “Happy birthday, Jeongin,” I said, allowing him to pull me into an impossibly strong grip.

Meanwhile, the other vampires slowly congregated into the living room where Jeongin’s presents were waiting for him. “Y/N,” Chan said, holding me back as Jeongin raced out of the kitchen. “Help me carry these drinks.”

I wrinkled my nose because they were obviously filled with blood. Nonetheless, I obeyed diligently, accepting one of the trays before following Chan into the crowded foyer. “Channie!” Jeongin said, holding up a delicate pocket watch. “It’s so nice!”

Chan smiled warmly at Jeongin, ruffling his hair playfully as he started handing out the glasses. Changbin grabbed me by the hips as I passed in front of him, pulling me into his lap as he took a sip from his glass. “It’s not as good as yours,” he teased, lips scarlet from the liquid.

I chose not to respond to his comment, trying to relax against his body. “Y/N,” Chan said before handing me a glass. I studied it cautiously while I gingerly took the glass from him.

“What is it?”

“Just some wine,” Chan shrugged indifferently and I nodded before trying a sip of the beverage. Almost immediately, I winced at the taste and Changbin chuckled at my obvious aversion.

“It was very expensive,” he lightly chastised me and I tried not to notice the smell as I forced more of the wine down my throat. 

Meanwhile, Jeongin continued to open more of his gifts, expressing his gratitude towards each of his older members as he tried on various pieces of clothing and jewelry. When he finally got to my present, he shot me a mischievous smirk. “Y/N...”

“Open it,” I encouraged him.

Jeongin needed no further encouragement, ripping through the wrapping paper before discovering the portable gaming system tucked neatly in the box it once came in. “For you to practice,” I said, pleased at his grateful expression. It was an older system that once belonged to my brother, but I didn’t have a need for it, and Jeongin talked relentlessly about how cool it would be to play the older versions of the games he loved.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely.

I was warmed by his genuine reaction, feeling nothing but affection for the boy. “You’re welcome.”

“What a good girl,” Changbin said, tipping my glass back against my lips. “You shouldn’t waste it.”

I narrowed my eyes, wondering why he really cared about how expensive the wine cost. After all, these were the same men who brought new things into the house every day after flashing their shiny credit cards at whichever cashier had the privilege of accomodating their requests. Still, I knew better than to upset Changbin, especially on poor Jeongin’s birthday, so I downed the rest of the nasty drink before placing the glass down on the side table. “Shall we watch a movie?” Jisung asked, eyes glinting rather maniacally as he studied my discarded drink.

“Please!” Jeongin chirped. “Something scary.”

I hated the idea of watching a horror movie, but I couldn’t protest when everyone else was in total agreement for once. Instead, I followed the rest of the boys into the main living room, resisting a sigh when Chan drug me down next to him on the sectional. “Whatever you want, Jeongin,” Jisung said, tossing the younger the remote control.

“Dracula!” Jeongin declared, an amusing pick perhaps if these Vampires were less violent.

But my opinion held no weight and the film began while Felix turned off the lights. Bathed in darkness, I resisted the urge to curl in tighter against Chan as I tried not to think about the film playing on-screen. Everyone else was comfortable, settled in their usual pairs which meant Minho was sitting between Jisung’s legs while Felix and Hyunjin flanked Changbin on either side. Seungmin and Jeongin sat close to me and Chan as they watched the television with wide, eager eyes. 

I tried to turn off my mind, focusing on a distant spot beyond the edge of the screen. It worked for a while, keeping my mind occupied away from the movie playing in the background. In fact, I might have managed to survive the rest of the evening had it not been for Chan whose lips were suddenly brushing along the length of my neck.

I immediately flinched away. “What are you doing?” I whispered, unrelenting when his hand wrapped around the back of my head to force me into place.

“I’m hungry,” he smirked against my exposed skin, teeth sharp against my delicate flesh.

“Why now?” I said, looking over at the others because there was no way they couldn’t hear the two of us.

“Just one bite,” Chan said and I rolled my eyes but bared my neck for him, hoping he would be fast about the unexpected ordeal. He was quick to adjust me on his lap, fixing our positions to his liking. Chan’s teeth penetrated my skin gently and I could feel his mouth latch on tightly as he started to drink from me. I tried not to react, glancing away at the other members who were still watching the movie. With the exception of Changbin, who was looking at me with a dangerous smirk that immediately alerted me to the fact that something was terribly wrong.

As the seconds ticked away, I realized that Chan had no intention of stopping and my instincts kicked in as the storm of anxiety registered throughout my slowly weakening body. I jerked away from Chan who must have been caught off-guard, blood spraying into the air around us as the wound had not been properly closed. But my decision proved to be a necessary distraction because Jeongin and Seungmin both immediately reacted to the intense smell, teeth bared as they sought the source of the blood coating the furniture and my clothes. I managed to dodge Jeongin as he lept at me first, colliding into Chan to send them both falling back into the floor. 

With my hand pressed against my neck, I started for the front door, aware of Changbin closing in behind me. But the older boy was unprepared for Seungmin’s attack whose instincts probably insisted that someone was trying to steal his fresh supply of blood. Changbin let out a grunt as he wrestled with a feral Seungmin, receiving help from Felix and Hyunjin who were trying to protect their sire. Through the haze clouding my eyes, I could see Jisung holding back Minho whose sharpened incisors were cutting deeply into the thin skin of his lips. “You belong to us!” Jisung snarled.

“We can be together forever,” Chan said, still distracted by a wild Jeongin whose dark eyes were starting to look very unfamiliar. It was only then that I realized I had been tricked. They had been trying to turn me without my permission. The expensive wine Changbin insisted I drink must have been someone’s blood because when a human died with vampire blood in their system...

I forced those thoughts away, deciding it was far more important to focus on escaping, and the feral vampires provided the perfect distraction. I managed to make it out onto the street, finding my car parked at the sidewalk. I started the ignition, blasting cold air through the vents to keep me conscious as I pulled out onto the main road. Blood was still pouring steadily from my wound when I stopped next to the Emergency room entrance, ignoring a nearby policeman who was clearly displeased that I was blocking the road before I finally succumbed to the darkness with a grateful sigh.

[maman-suho]

Down the Corridor (M) - Part. 2

Scenario: When you discovered your young neighbor is a Muggle-born wizard, you couldn’t help but imagine both of you at Hogwarts, having fun, becoming proud wizards and staying friends for life. But life is a bitch. Life is boring. And overdramatic relationships are not realists.

Paring: LeeKnow/Minho ∞ Y/N [female]     Words: 2,251

Tags: Little Angst | Fluff | Hogwarts!AU | MagicalWorld!AU | Smutish (not now but later) | Bad language | Violence

A/N: WOW (she’s hot). Seems like I got a bit excited by this chapter... Maybe I should change the format of this fic, cause it’s turned into something much more complicated than I had planned ... Sorry if you thought it would be really short haha

Chapter: 2/3   Title: TIME HEALS ALL WOUNDS

<< Previous Chapter

A lot happened since then.

Your parents had moved from their flats to a new house 

Leaving Minho’s family for your greatest pleasure

And looking for the wizard intimacy they needed

Because the fear of being caught by a muggle was too high, and your parents didn’t want to deal with Ministry issues.

And finally, Hogwarts was over.

You had obtained great grades at your N.E.W.T.s*

And was on your way to become a Mediwizard.

Even if it was your dream, you still had some apprehensions.

Indeed, it was quite a sensitive subject in your family,

so you kept your tensed feeling inside of you,

not wanting to ruin summer holidays with unreasonable fear. 

Your mother was really happy about it.

First, because she could enjoy her daughter for two more months,

and also because you’d be able to help her with your parents’ house-warming party.

So you did,

and when that day arrived, you were in charge of welcoming the guests.

You actually never realized how bad was this idea

until you opened the door to discover a handsome, tall and beautiful Minho on your mat.

He was neat, dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt.

But you knew he was able to make hearts melt just with this simple look.

Except yours.

Yours stopped beating,

just to let you both experiment an awkward silence.

“You...” You started.

But then your parents appeared.

“Minho sweetie!” almost yelled your mother. “I’m glad you came! Y/N told us you had already started your internship at the Ministry Police. I thought you wouldn’t be able to come this afternoon...”

He looked at you with his teasing eyes.

“She did?”

His tone was not really kind, but not as tough as you thought. 

You looked away, feeling your cheeks turning hot.

“Where are your parents?”

“You invited muggles?” You whispered to your mother.

“No... what... it’s not like his parents don’t know about us.”

“On their way.”  Answered Minho. “They had something to do with their car so they sent me to signal our arrival.”

“Haha, I see. It’s okay, please come in.”

When you closed the door a strange feeling buried your heart in your stomach.

You might have voluntarily broken any interaction with him two years ago to improve things,

but it was actually worse.

For your last years of school, you’d tried your best to not be affected by how you kept ignoring each other.

But it was hard.

And you couldn’t say you didn’t suffer from acting as if your friendship never existed when you passed each other in the corridor

He hadn't even looked at you anymore,

so you had done the same. 

For many months you might had had hope that it’ll get better.

But life is boring.

And nothing happened.

So you were now in front of a stranger.

A stranger you used to know.

A stranger you’d had an argument with,

and had a crush on, but anyway.

You tried to keep your hands occupied all afternoon

to be sure you’ll never see him face to face.

You felt in between sad and nostalgic each time he was cutely smiling to someone or each time his laugh resonated from the garden to your ears. 

So at one point, you isolated yourself in the kitchen,

doing the dishes to not overthink about it. 

“So...” said a voice in your back, giving you heebie-jeebies. “I guess not talking to each other didn’t mean not stalking me.”

“I did not stalk you.” You started without looking at him.

You could feel his presence in your back.

He had a beer in his hand and a shoulder on the door frame, his eyes looking at you with attention.

“Oh. So how would you know for my internship?”

Nervousness started to eat you from the inside. 

“I... I just heard from Nagisa, that knew it from Han.”

That was a lie. You’d asked your friend, who’d asked the squirrel.

“I guess Hufflepuffs are better at keeping relationships than other houses...” he laughed before taking a sip of his muggle bear.

The awkwardness was too hard to handle.

So before a new silence could fall on the conversation, you abandoned your plates and tried to leave the room.

But he stopped you, 

looking at you from closer than he had ever been in two years.

“Hey, keep calm Road Runner I’m not a coyote.”

You frowned your eyebrows, not understanding a word he said.

“Roadrunner and Coyote...” he started but quickly understand your ignorance. “the muggle cart— you— okay anyway.” He laughed.

Your heart melted. 

It was the longest conversation you’d had together in a while.

And to be honest, his laugh was adorable. 

You’d missed it. 

You’d missed him.

And so close to each other it was overwhelming. 

“Are you nervous?” He asked.

You made a step backward, breaking the close distance between your bodies, wondering if you were too obvious. 

“I— what?”

“I mean— becoming a mediwizard is not that simple you know, so...”

You bet he’d flushed.

A small smile had crossed your lips, confidence suddenly growing in your chest.

Your heart was beating fast.

For a moment you’d forget what happened two years ago.

Forget why you’d fought.

“Look like I’m not the only stalker here.”

“I just...”

A loud banging broke the tensed conversation.

Taking advantage of his fluster you bypassed him to go open the front door.

You froze.

If you’d thought that your anxiety would disappear after this small talk with your long lost friend,

you were wrong.

In front of you was the vision you’d heard many times in your nightmares.

A sight you even had faced at Hogwarts, during Defense against the Dark Arts class.

“Are... are you drunk?” You succeeded to ask despite the building fear inside of you and the awful smell of alcohol. 

“Stop looking at me like that, you fucking wizard...” Mumbled the old man before making his way through the house. 

In the living room, the tall man started to great people, 

But you ignored him, trying your best to disappear. 

This day was definitely a terrible one. 

First Minho, then your grandfather...

You tried to reassure yourself, thinking it would be over in some hours,

but the stress started to freak you out.

Your hands were shaking, 

and you’d soon succeeded in letting a plate fall from your hands to end its life on the ground.

Every head in the living room turned toward you. 

“Glad to know our clumsy black sheep decided to not become a real doctor.” 

You heard but tried to ignore his words to not feel buried under your inside complexes.

"Dad,” started your mother “a mediwizard is a real doctor.”

“And who said so? Merlin?” He laughed, not really understanding what he just said.

Getting up with pieces of plate in your hand, you briefly glared at Minho.

Surprisingly, he was looking at you,

Straight in the eyes,

His hands clenched around his bear.

If anyone would have said his gaze was normal,

you’d have disagreed.

Just by looking at him you knew.

You saw in his gaze he remembered. 

He remembered this day when your defense against the dark art teacher put you in front of a boggart.

He remembered how this creature had changed into an old man when you’d faced it.

Into this old man.

Minho was having fun in the back of the class, but he perfectly remembered how hard you had to fight your fear to make it turn ridiculous. 

But right now you couldn’t fight him.

He was your grandfather. 

That’s why he tried to keep an eye on you all the afternoon being, realizing how good you were when you wanted to disappear.

Every time he looked away for a second you were gone 

until he finds out you probably had apparated somewhere else, 

using your magic to disappear. 

But when the sun was finally gone to let this small party enjoy the calm summer night, 

he couldn’t find you.

Indeed you were into the kitchen.

You had flown there, hoping no one would come,

but he did.

And when Minho arrived after a long seek through the house, you were alone in front of this old man,

your vision blurred with rising tears.

“So what? You’ve decided to become a quack?” Had grown his deep voice.

“A...” You tried to defend yourself but this man was making your heart sink into your stomach. “A mediwizard. Not a quack. It’s not because it has the word ‘wizard’ in it, that it’s a bad thing.”

For an instant, you thought he was about to hit you, but he did nothing.

“Don’t think I’m stupid Y/N. I had great expectations in you since you’re my only grandchild. That’s why I asked that you go to a normal primary school. But I guess I should have understood your failure when you were finally born like a wizard.”

A small tear fell on your cheek but you quickly sweep it away.

“It’s not like the probability to be born a squid** was high...”

Your legs were shaking.

Your hands whitening with your grip on the kitchen counter. 

“Stop using your wizard slang with me young gir—”

“Excuse me, Sir, is there a problem?” Asked Minho.

His voice was clear in the now silent room.

It was dark in here, but you could perfectly see his shape in the moonlight. 

He was standing some feet away, self-confidence emanating from his stature.

“Excuse me little boy, but who are you to disturb a private conversation?”

“I’m Y/N’s friend.”

Another tear left your eye, but this time it was probably due to the warm feeling spreading inside your chest. 

He had said it clearly. As a self-evident fact.

“Okay but I don’t care. Please leave this room. It’s a family business.”

Your grandfather turned away, looking at you again. 

He probably thought Minho would leave. But the young wizard didn’t. 

“Let’s make it clear,” he started with the insolent face he was so proud of back in Hogwarts.

“Y/N does not seem to appreciate your presence here, so I suggest you, family or not, leave the room.”

Your grandfather chuckled.

“How a disrespectful little boy we have here...” Go back into your parents’ arms before I kick your ass.”

His tone was aggressive. But if you had shaken, Minho_as the proud Slytherin he was_ hadn’t. 

Now they were facing each other, and Minho’s height was quite ridiculous in front of the giant man he was confronting.

But you could clearly see his lack of fear on his face.

He had his eyebrow furrowed and his dark sneaky eyes full of threat. 

His rising anger was radiating from his body. 

“Please, have a try,” he maliciously smiled. “In less than the time you need to kick my ass, I could have killed you with just a word between my lips, you old stupid muggle.”

Then the ambiance changed.

The huge muggle stood still, but he was no longer menacing. 

He seemed to have realized that the little boy was not as ordinary as he thought. 

So your grandfather let go, walked to the door while Minho went by your side.

“You fucking wizards,” he exclaimed sneaking outside of the kitchen.

Suddenly Minho’s hand traveled to his back pocket,

ready to catch his wand and reduce the fleeing muggle to ashes.

But you stopped him.

Your hand catching his before he could do something terrible. Something, based on his angry looks, he would have done.

“No. He— he doesn’t deserve that your ruin your future career.” You said calmly. Because in your eyes he did deserve to be hitten. 

His arm relaxed.

“Not very Gryffindor from you Y/N...” he smiled. 

You were now both alone in this dark room, his back in front of you while his eyes followed your grandfather on his way to the garden.

“So. That’s what you’re the most afraid of uh?” he giggled. “A stupid muggle you could easily kill with a small hand mov—”

Your sobs had stopped him from adding how stupid you were.

And when you let your head fall on his close back, he inhaled deeply.

You were not as afraid of your grandfather than back in Hogwarts, but still. The pressure weighing on your heart was too hard to handle. 

And for the first time in a lifetime, someone had noticed.

But you also felt like shit. Not being able to defend yourself was so awkward.

“I could have...” you started.

Then, you felt his arms wrapping around you. 

It was a warm hug you’d never expected from him, but you felt yourself relaxing against his chest, breathing heavily and expelling the stress away. 

“I could have handled it by myself you know.”

“I know.” He answered without an ounce of teasing nor sarcasm.

You stood like that for a whole minute, surrounded by the silence of the room, while you were taking your time to calm yourself, 

and enjoy this sudden PDA. 

“You’re a wizard Y/N. And I know you’re good at disapparating. So just do it next time you don’t want to face him.”

A small smile crossed your face.

“Even if it’ll probably drive him nuts.”

You let your head fall on his shoulder, your arms tightening around him.

With no surprise you felt better, nested between his chest and the kitchen counter. 

“Thanks for... being here.”

You felt him smile against you.

“It’s time to give it a start.”

*N.E.W.T.s: Exam wizard students have to pass at the end of Hogwarts, which will help them determined what jobs they can apply in the future.

**Squid: A non-magical person born to at least one magical parents. 

Chapter 3 (final) status: In progress... 

[junjungsunwoo]

Through It All

Pairing(s): Yang Jeongin (I.N) X Reader

Genre(s): Angst

Word Count:1.5k

Warning(s): cheating, heartbreak, if you see anything that should be listed, please let me know!!

Tagging: @geniejunn, @kvdence​

A/N: This was written for @kpop-script -script‘s collab, “Perfidious Love”.

Knocking on the cold wood door, you wait for someone to open up. You were drenched from the cold rain outside, but the food you held close to you was still dry, hot, and fresh. You had just finished making some food for your boyfriend and his group mates as you had wanted to congratulate him on his win for MAMA. You knew how hard the boys- especially your boyfriend had worked to get this far. You’ve been here ever since before he even debuted. 

The whole company knows who you are, hell- even JYP himself knows who you are and often greets and chats with you as if you were his niece or something. 

You were there when he entered the company, you were there when he was on the survival show, you were there to comfort him when he cried to you about how sad he was two of his best friends got eliminated on the show. 

You were there for him, throughout his entire career.

You knew how difficult it was for him to be in such a big company at such a young age, and you knew that you won’t have much time to spend with him before it gets too much for you. 

But, you loved him.

Yes, love. Love is a big word but you were sure you loved him. He was perfect for you, he was always there to cheer you up when you needed it, and he was there for you when you were stressed, he was there for you through it all- like how you were with him.

Your relationship was so perfect that other people just couldn’t find a flaw in it. It was so perfect that the company and JYP himself couldn’t come up with a reason to break the two of you apart, but it felt like it was too good to be true- and you know it.

The door finally opens after what felt like forever, and you were still standing in the doorway, shivering from the cold wet rain you ran under.

“Oh! Y/n! Uh- I didn’t know you were coming!” It was Hyunjin that had opened the door.

“Hey Hyunjin! Yeah, I didn’t tell anyone. I wanted to surprise you guys with-“ you unwrap your arms and bring your right hand up, with the bag of food still hot and steaming. “Tada! I brought food!” You flash him a quick smile.

“ oh- uh” a Hyunjin didn’t know what to say. His body was positioned in a weird way where you could see inside the dorm.

“Hey Hyunjin, who’s there-“ Bang Chan stops talking as he sees you standing at the door frame, a bright smile stretch on your face.

“Hey Chan! I brought food!” With Hyunjin being surprised by the sudden appearance of Bang Chan, it made it easy for you to push past him, getting into the dorm with ease.

You make your way to the kitchen, where you put down all the food you brought with you. You let out a small sneeze as you stood in the air-conditioned dorm. You were getting colder and colder by the second. 

The two who were at the door rushed to you, both standing in a weird way in front of you, just as Jisung comes into the kitchen, unaware of your presence.

“Hey, are we going to tell Jeongin that what he’s doing is-“ He stops his sentence as he makes eye contact with you, as you turned around to face him, “uh- I mean, I mean-“ Jisung stutters, he doesn’t know what he could say to make you forget what he was about to say.

“What are you talking about?” You asked him, but he doesn’t answer. Instead, he glances at the two behind you, and that’s when you realized what they were doing. 

They had been blocking your sight of the living room.

Curious, you push the two of them away, making your way to the living room, thinking that Jeongin would be in there like any other day, just playing his video games with his headset on.

But what you saw in the living did nothing but break you down in tears.

There he was- Jeongin, kissing another girl who wasn’t you.

Letting out a small gasp, you took a small step back, tears starting to gather in your eyes as your brain turns, trying to make out the situation.

“Y/n don’t loo-“ but Chan was too late, you had already seen. 

As he hears your name being screamed, Jeongin turns around, his eyes widen as he sees the tears in your beautiful eyes drip down your cheeks,

“Y/n! Wha-what are you doing here!” Jeongin jumps from his place on the couch as he makes his way to you, leaving the girl on the couch herself.

As he slowly approaches you, you take a few steps back before you make a break for it and ran away, through the hallway of dorms that you were oh so familiar with after coming here for years.

Just as the elevator closed, a figure manages to slip through the gap.

With slight hope for it to be Jeongin, you look up to the figure- only to find Chris, Bang Chan, the eldest, most reasonable person in the group. 

“Y/n listen-“  he started.

“How long?” You asked him.

“What?”

“How long? How long has it been going on for?” 

“...a-a couple of weeks now. They met at the recording of MAMA…”  Chan tells you, his eyes filled with guilt, shame, and pity.

“And you never bothered to tell me?” You asked him, your voice shaky as if you were about to cry.

“We-we thought that he would stop eventually and we thought that maybe-maybe he’d understand that this was wrong on his own-“

“But you didn’t tell me!” You lash out at him, your voice still shaky, tears coming down your face at an even faster rate, “Why?” You asked him in a smaller voice.

“Because- because…” he could find the words to say.

You couldn’t help but scoff.

“So, this shit has been going around for weeks and you haven’t even thought about telling me?” You look him in the eyes, tears still rolling down your wet cheeks. “What the fuck Chan! Why the fuck didn’t you fucking tell me!” You were now straight out sobbing now, tears uncontrollably running down your cheeks, your nose getting stuffy and your cries getting louder.

Now being able to handle the pain of knowing the person you loved for years was cheating on you for weeks, you made the biggest decision of your life.

You pull out your phone, the lock screen a picture of you and Jeongin smiling, so innocent, so in love. As you type out ‘let’s break up’ Chan peers over your shoulders and stops you.

“I know what Jeongin did wasn’t right.” He paused, “But please don’t break up with him, he needs you! You don’t know how much he loves you.” He tells you.

“If he was so in love with me, then he would have never cheated.”

“Please Y/n, don’t break up with him.” He grabs your shoulders, “He’s just a kid y/n! He spent his life training, he’s basically clueless when it comes to love!”

“Training for years doesn’t excuse him for cheating!” You break out of his hold, “He knows that if he’s in a relationship, then he should remain loyal! That’s literally the basic, common sense! Him training throughout his life doesn’t excuse him for that!”

The elevator finally ‘dings’ as it reaches the ground floor, what was seconds felt like hours in the elevator. 

“You won’t be able to stop me from breaking up with him Chan.” You tell him, just as the elevator door opens.

Walking away from Chan, and to the front door of the building, you hear your name being called out, turning around, you find Jeongin running towards you, the fastest he’s ever run before. 

“Y/n please!” He says as he gets closer to you, you stop in place as you saw him run up to you. Jeongin reaches out to wipe the waterfall that was coming out of your eyes, he looks into them with so much softness, but so little love. 

How did you never notice this before? All those small signals you’ve been seeing but ignoring.

He was no longer in love with you.

How have you been so blind, chasing after a man that loved you no more.

Brushing away his hands gently, you look him in the eyes one last time before you look down before speak in a gentle voice,

“I brought food for you guys,” you tell him, your head still down. “No need to return anything, and enjoy it while it lasts.” You told him.

“Because you’ll never be able to eat them again,” you finally look up, making eye contact with him, the soft, gentle, and loving look in them gone, and in place, there was anger, grief, resentment, and hatred. 

“Let’s break up, Yang Jeongin. Let’s never see each other again. I hope you live a happy life without me.” 

You walk out the door, back into the cold rain- except this time, it felt warm compared to the hot tears that were still streaming down your face.

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[qualitypeachballoon]

自分を愛する 🌿🕰

[ladypepperofdavenshire]

Cyare’se, “loved ones” for Day Five!  Feat. Tronn’s hand and 5/12 of his kids—the one next to the Togruta gal is one of his bio kids—and the curly-haired Alpha lad belongs to @mentaowl Tronn seemed like the perfect candidate for this prompt since he’s got so many loved ones, including at least 20+ grandkids out there 😅

[tuzisjournal]

2020.4.27 quiet days and happy hours

day 1 of 100 days of productivity! I did some journaling and filmed a youtube video (i’m going to be editing it and uploading it tonight! woohooooo). i’m trying out some new watercolours and idk what to feel about them. tonight’s plan is to sort out my monthly goals for May, upload the vid, and finish Demian.

[uiruu]

i always get balkan and baltic confused despite being lithuanian

[anoushkasparkle]

When my kid is their tweens and accidentally swears in front of me, I won't even be mad. My reaction would be something along the lines of:

Oh, thank fucking god I can finally swear freely again in this goddamn bitch of a house,, come on you little punk we gon to get ice cream for this milestone

[the-brose-blog]

HMU with groups you really like so I can check out more

[cindy-vandervelpen]

Als de hoop verdwenen is.

3 dagen later. 3. Eén moment verandert je leven. Volledig. Als alle hoop wordt weggenomen, als slimme mensen je zeggen dat ze niets meer kunnen doen, word je klein. Zeer klein.

De laatste dagen waren zwaar, onmenselijk zwaar. 'S avonds viel ik als een blok in slaap. Doodop. Doodop van alle emoties. De ochtenden waren rauw. Verdorie, het was geen nachtmerrie. Het was de bittere realiteit. Moe, doodop ben ik. Mijn lichaam en geest hebben geen rust. Wat kan ik doen? Hoe kan ik helpen? Mijn verdriet doet er niet toe. Telefoongesprekken, feiten, administratie... Hoe is het voor hen? Voor mijn kinderen? Hoe ga ik hen dit vertellen? Mijn hart bloedt bij de gedachte eraan.

En toch. Toch probeer ik. Ik lach, ik poets, ik ruim op. In een waas. Een onmenselijke waas. Als alle hoop je ontnomen wordt, is dat gouden randje moeilijk te bespeuren. Maar... dat briesje straks, dat lieve berichtje, die knuffel van mijn kids. Dat deed deugd. Genieten van de kleine, mooie dingen. Zo moet het. Onverwachte bezoekjes, een gin tonic en een hapje, ik probeer en doe mijn best. Dankbaar voor alle mensen om me heen. Alle berichtjes, veelzeggende blikken, tranende ogen. Ze voelen mee, maar weten soms niet wat zeggen. Jullie zeggen genoeg. Iedereen. Mensen die babysitten, strijk doen, noem maar op. Ze zijn er. Dankjewel.

Dat het nog zwaar zal worden, is zeker. Ik voel dat we er niet alleen voor staan. Dat scheelt. En toch. Toch blijf ik leeg, verweesd, verdwaasd en kapot achter. Maar ik lach. Ik heb lief. Ik help. Ik probeer. De ene dag al beter dan de andere.

Een trouwfeest bijwonen als getuige. Zo een mooie dag. Ik keek er zo naar uit. Zo mooi, ontroerend mooi. Mensen die elkaar graag zien. En tegelijkertijd pijnlijk, confronterend. Waarom?

Verdriet, ontkenning, ongeloof en woede. Boos op de wereld. Waarom? Tijd heelt alle wonden, maar deze wonde laat een litteken na. Zeker.

Met vallen en opstaan. Heb lief, elke dag. Geniet, van elk moment.

💔