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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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calculated iii, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You wanted to say that you were able to control yourself around him and not to have wild sex at school. But this is Jeon Jungkook we’re talking about. And what Jungkook wants, Jungkook gets. You wore that pencil skirt for a reason, after all.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; intense smut (fem reader, semi-public sex, dirty talk, nipple play, choking, m-receiving oral, gagging, pussy spanking, fingering, penetrative sex); fluff; non-idol!AU - university!AU; dom!Jungkook x sub!noona!reader, ft Jimin once again, lol

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part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

Career Week was somewhat of a nightmare.

So much running around, prepping tables, setting up presentations, helping the guests with their computers before their seminars, and you had to be dressed professionally too. Not just ‘nice’ clothes, but white dress shirt, slim black tie, tailored black vest, and matching fitted black slacks. It had to be monotone, it had to be hyper professional, and you had to wear heels.

Why had you agreed to this again?

Oh, yes, Kim Namjoon on his knees begging for help because he was overworked and they needed volunteers. And you, being far too responsible, accepted.

Not only were you also overworked, but Jeon Jungkook was staring at you across the auditorium.

In all-black – leather jacket, high-necked shirt, slim-fit jeans. Sharp jawline, tanned high cheekbones, piercing dark brown eyes, his black hair pushed back with a few strands on his forehead, revealing his clean undercut.

And he was smirking at you.

You highly doubted he was here to investigate prospective career paths. Actually, you were a hundred-and-ten percent positive that that was not the reason he was here and the soreness between your inner thighs proved it. You were willing to bet Park Jimin’s right nutsack.

Yeah, sorry Jimin, but you needed all your body parts.

For one reason, really, and that reason was staring you right now.

Who was going to hire him when he was dressed like that anyway? You certainly wouldn’t. Mostly because it was distracting. No one could work with Jeon Jungkook looking like that. You couldn’t, anyway. Well, maybe if his work was wrecking your–

Get back to your damn task, you scolded yourself.

You were setting up chairs for the cardiologist that was arriving soon. All the doctors always had tons of students listening, so the administration instructed you to pack as many seats that could be crammed into the space without causing a fire hazard. You unfolded the metal chairs, arranging them neatly, already knowing they would be an incomprehensible mess when the students left and that you would be the one cleaning up after them.

Sigh.

Come to think of it, it was all Park Jimin’s fault that you were being violently undressed by Jungkook’s eyes right now. If he had kept his trap shut and let you live in blissful ignorance, maybe you wouldn’t be trying to hide your wincing every time you bent over. You snuck a glance at Jungkook.

He cocked an eyebrow, highly amused.

Never mind, you probably still would have been accosted at Calculus I office hours, except instead of the door being closed and locked and having Jimin’s warning texts, you two probably would have been caught and expelled.

You grumbled and slid a chair into place, taking back your former thoughts and thanking Jimin in your mind. He wasn’t even here to witness your inner struggle.

Jimin probably would have found it funny.

You went back to your chairs, not addressing Jeon Jungkook’s presence anymore because if you looked at him again, you probably would have abandoned your post. And he knew it.

The next day, you already knew Jungkook would show up again. Mostly because he texted you a winking face of a semicolon and parenthesis, to which you didn’t respond, because you would probably get roped into phone sex in under twenty seconds, and you had to help this extremely riveting lawyer set up his laptop for the projector.

As in, you were ready to tape his mouth shut as he blabbed on and on about his work and how important it was to society, which it was, because defense attorneys were very important, but this guy’s laptop was a fucking hot mess of icons all over his desktop. This was a personal pet peeve of yours, as you liked to be neat and organized, with everything clearly labeled with dates. You didn’t care about most people’s personal habits, but it was annoying when you were trying to assist and the owner of said laptop was not shutting up and demanding noises of affirmation that you were listening.

If it wasn’t Jungkook demanding you to swallow his cock, you honestly couldn’t give a single shit–

You finally got his PowerPoint working and had him scroll through the slides to make sure it was the correct one. He thanked you and you realized the older man was looking at you up and down, the same way Jungkook usually did, except in this case you were not even remotely interested.

Guess everyone had the right to get a good look before they die.

You were wearing a white chiffon blouse with a black silk neck scarf, with a tight knee-length black pencil skirt, sheer tights and sleek black heels. You knew how good your ass looked in this skirt and you had worn it for a specific purpose.

“We will be letting the students in five minutes early to get settled,” you stated briskly, cutting the older man from his daydreams. “You will have forty-five minutes for your presentation, and then we’ll have a fifteen-minute question session, led by my associate, Kim Namjoon here.”

As if on cue, Namjoon appeared, cheerful smile with cute dimples, handing the lawyer a mic.

“Let’s test the microphone and the backup to make sure you don’t have any hiccups,” Namjoon instructed merrily, instantly captivating the man’s attention and diverting it from you.

You mouthed a ‘thank you’ behind the man’s back and Namjoon gave you the tiniest of nods as you excused yourself. Hmph. You knew people would notice – you were wearing makeup for once and would be around students and professionals all day, after all – but to be so shameless and gawk like that was annoying. Plus, the guy probably had a wife and kids.

You made your way to the bathroom to check your appearance. Maybe your makeup was a bit off or something. You had Jimin check you over this morning. Surprisingly, he knew a lot about cosmetics and how to look good in all lighting. Must be a dance major thing.

Ah, the door to the women’s bathroom. You hiked your skirt up a bit do you could use your damn knees to walk, because they had been suffocating for the past two hours–

Long fingers suddenly gripped your upper arm and yanked you around the corner, slamming you into a muscular body and black biker jacket. You nearly stumbled in your heels, but a second hand came to practically lift you off the floor and shove you into the wall.

“Good afternoon, noona.”

A clear, silvery voice.

You couldn’t possibly guess who it was.

“Why, fancy seeing you here, Jung–”

You were abruptly cut off by his lips crashing into yours, one hand grabbing the back of your head and disturbing your perfect bun. You whimpered, feeling him shove you into the wall again, your shoulder blades hitting the painted brick. His tongue slid into your mouth, exhaling into your throat and forcing you swallow his breath. Your hands clutched your skirt, moaning as his hard body pressed yours against the wall.

Jungkook drew back, panting a little. Looking so handsome with his slightly slicked-back hair, black strands around his right eye, chiseled jawline, silver hoops glinting in the hall light. He arched a sculpted eyebrow at you, smirking. His pink lips had a little red on them from kissing you.

“Now, you know you can’t be looking so delicious and not expect me to want to eat you up,” he purred, licking your lips. Your breathing hitched at the touch, unlocking your death grip on your skirt.

“What are you talking about?” you answered evenly despite your panties literally turning into Niagara Falls with the way he was looking at you like a carnivore at an all-meat buffet. “I have to dress like this for Career Week. Everyone has to dress professionally.”

Jungkook nodded, not believing a single word coming out of your mouth. His right hand came up, ink black tattoos against tan skin, and reached around to your bun, slowly pulling the hairpins out. Your skin tingled at the sensation of your hair gradually unravelling.

“A professional that I would hire to sit on my dick,” he mused.

You raised an eyebrow at him, your hair tumbling around your shoulders. “Subtle.”

Jungkook showed you the removed hairpins, opened his jacket, and tucked them in his inner pocket.

“I wouldn’t work for you anyway,” you added haughtily.

With each passing moment, Jungkook was becoming increasingly amused and aroused. You could tell by the way he was shoving his crotch into your thigh and by how wide his smirk was getting. The slacks he was wearing did nothing to hide his erection and you had a sneaking suspicion that he didn’t care.

“Oh? Why not?”

“I don’t know if I could trust someone younger than me to do a good job.”

He was unbuttoning your chiffon blouse now, humming. “I’m good at many things.” His dark eyes flickered to yours. “I think you would know.”

Your hands grabbed his despite him already having all the visible buttons completely open. Cold air drifted onto your heaving chest and white lace bra.

“Jungkook, we’re in a public place, again,” you hissed, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I don’t recall that being a problem,” he drawled, removing his hands from yours and squeezing your ass. “I’m beginning to think you like it.”

You sucked in a breath as his strong hands kneaded you through your skirt. Your hormones would absolutely let Jungkook rip off your clothes right here and let him fuck you, but the sliver of your brain that had any sense at all reminded you that you had to find a closed space. Jungkook slapped your ass, loudly, the sound echoing across the empty hallway. You nearly moaned, but bit your tongue, glaring at him.

“I have to get back,” you snapped. “And look presentable.”

Jungkook licked his teeth. “Hm. You have an hour before you have to appear to the public eye.”

Who the heck told him that? He smirked slyly at you as he saw your reaction.

“I could drag you to the bathroom–”

“At least give me more class than the woman’s bathroom,” you interrupted.

Jungkook looked annoyed that you had cut him off and also looked like he was going to remind you later. His fingers dug into your hips sharply and you gasped, back pressed flat against the wall. He inhaled a deep breath and began again, voice dangerously low.

“As I was saying,” he continued. “I’m going to take you into this classroom that I stole the key for.”

You frowned as Jungkook hoisted you up swiftly, princess-style, shirt still wide open. Fuck, what was he so strong for? He carried you down the hallway to the classrooms. You tried to close your shirt, but he growled at you, so you rolled your eyes and pushed the sides open, letting your bra-covered tits hang out. He seemed satisfied about this.

“Why would you steal a key?” you muttered as he deftly kicked the door open.

Jungkook slid through the door sideways. “So I could fuck you, of course.”

He dropped you and you had to catch yourself on your heels before you broke an ankle and ate shit. Half the lights turned on. You could hear him locking the door as you smoothed your skirt.

You turned to face him, saying, “You shouldn’t be a thief just because you’re horny, Jungkook.”

Jungkook turned around slowly from the now locked door. You were about to say something else, but your words died in your throat as you witnessed the overwhelming lust in his dark piercing eyes.

“I would be a thief, a murderer, and evade taxes for your body,” he snarled, advancing on you.

You pulled your blouse out of your skirt so he wouldn’t rip it, backing up into the desks. “You’ll get caught with the last one,” you said quietly, already removing your blouse and letting it fall onto a spare seat. “First two are acceptable.”

Jungkook grinned devilishly, licking his pink lips.

“Come here.”

You chewed on your lower lip, staring at his beautiful eyes, finding yourself already walking to him, heels clicking loudly in the empty room, but it didn’t matter, because he was the master now and you were the willing servant. Or slave.

Take your pick.

He smirked at your obedience, placing his hands on your shoulders, stopping you. His dark orbs lingered down your body, focusing on all his favorite spots, pressing his fingertips into your skin.

“One day,” you said quietly. “We’re going to get in trouble.”

Jungkook’s powerful dark orbs shifted upwards, capturing yours. Time slowed down. You stared into his dark brown eyes, unable to look away, your heart beating in time with his words.

“You’re already in trouble.”

Voice haunting you, teasing smirk on his lips, and perfectly in command.

“From the second you let me have my hands on you.”

You gasped as his nails dug into your skin, scratching down your collarbones, leaving red marks. He snapped the straps of your bra, hard, and you whined, eyes pleading for him to take it off. His palms pressed into the lace cups, squeezing them roughly. Tongue dancing in between his lips as he felt your nipples harden, barely covered by the lace.

“You’re so dirty, noona,” he purred, lowering his palms and pinching your nipples through the thin fabric, smirking at your wanton moan. “Wearing such slutty underwear under these professional clothes.”

You whimpered as he tugged on them. “No one’s going to see them but you, Jungkook.”

He clamped your nipples between his thumbs and knuckles, dragging you to him. You sank your teeth into your lower lip, pussy throbbing as you collided with his firm chest. His breath was scorching hot against your skin, making you shiver.

“What if someone finds out? Some idiot like a perverted old man staring at your ass in this skirt?”

You snorted. “I’ll rip his head off.”

Jungkook snickered, flicking your nipples with your answer. “You wouldn’t let me do it for you?”

Your hips rolled into his, hands on his waist to keep yourself up as he played with you. “I’ll reattach it for you so you can do the same.”

He laughed, almost a little too jovially for the part he was playing, but then he was back, tipping his head close to yours, blowing soft air onto your lips. You frowned, glaring at him for the lack of kiss.

“If possible, you’re even hotter dressed like this,” Jungkook murmured, his forehead against yours. “So prim and proper, even with a cute gag tied around your neck,” he added, playing with the ends of your neck scarf. “You could be a CEO, and I could be the janitor fucking you on your penthouse-floor desk.” He was undoing your scarf now, teasing it apart, making you breathless. “Maybe fuck you against the window so everyone can see how good I make you feel, noona.”

“Give yourself a little more credit than a janitor,” you muttered, stiffening as Jungkook ran his fingertips over your throat, nails grazing your skin.

“True, I would rather be your secretary so I can follow you around and stare at your ass in this skirt,” he chuckled, lacing his fingers around your neck. Thumb under your ear, the other four fingers under your other ear. You made eye contact with him. He looked almost bored, one of his eyebrows raised, but he was watching you, predatory and attentive.

“I know what I’m doing.”

His whisper was so soft that you barely heard it, but the words were there.

His grip tightened around your throat.

You gasped, feeling the blood flow thinning, hazing your mind. Jungkook watched your expression, reaching around with the hand that was holding your scarf, unclasping your lace bra. You could feel it fall down your arms, but your thoughts were rapidly being clouded by lightheadedness and lust, Jungkook smirking at you as he lifted the silk scarf into your vision.

“J… Jungkook…” you choked out.

The mole underneath his lower lip winked at you as he grinned, brushing the silk against your hard, abused nipples, touch so light, and yet it made your whine, wanting more stimulation but unable to ask because you knew he was toying with you.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook taunted. “Not intense enough for my naughty noona?”

He choked you harder and you couldn’t respond, eyes rolling back into your head as black spots danced in your vision, the sensation intensifying but still not enough, not enough, and you shoved your hips into his repeatedly, whimpering, hands clutching his black shirt, nails digging into his abs.

“So needy for me,” he breathed, feathery touches of silk against your nipples. “Are you only mine?”

He leaned forward, loosening his grip a little. The blood violently rushed back into your head and all you could hear Jungkook’s cruel whisper of your name, tearing a moan from your lips, a raspy yes, yes, fuck, Jungkook, I’m only yours.

He chuckled darkly.

Then he forced you to your knees, tits bouncing uncomfortably as you slid on your heels, knees hitting the tile floor. You clutched his clothed legs, panting, brain only half-functioning due to the lack of blood and the relentless teasing. You lifted your head back up to look at him, panting hard.

Jungkook cracked his neck sharply, a harsh pop. “I want to believe you, noona, but you’re dressed so fucking sexy that I can’t.” His dark eyes bore into you, tearing you up, and you were dripping onto your inner thighs. He emphasized his words with a raise of his eyebrow.

“Letting other people fantasize about this body that belongs to me isn’t acceptable.”

His hands reached down, fingers of his right hand playing with the button of his pants, tattoos dancing with his movement. He smirked as you watched him, eyes darting from his face to his hands. Shit, you were nearly drooling with anticipation. You swallowed as he teased the button free.

“You gonna show me that you remember who you belong to?”

You nodded quickly, maybe too quickly, but it was doomed now anyway because Jungkook was lowering the zipper, pushing down his pants and underwear, past his muscular thighs. It was obvious this was getting him off as much as it was getting you off, because he was rock-hard, leaking, tip already a dark red. Jungkook grabbed the back of your head and shoved his hips into your cheek, smearing his pre-cum onto your skin, all the way up to your cheekbone. He hissed, using his hand to press the head against your temple, nearly into your hair.

Fuck, he was so fucking close to your mouth, but he wasn’t letting you have it.

Damnnit.

Your tongue snaked out and softly licked his balls, eyes on his face, watching him tip his head back and moan. You licked more, creeping your head closer, pressing your lips against his hot skin. He was letting you do it, holding his cock out of the way as you wrapped your lips around his balls and sucked, pushing them around with your tongue, pleading noises in your throat, begging him for his cock as you bobbed your head up and down under his hips.

Jungkook’s dark eyes shifted down to you, triumphant grin on his lips.

“You want to swallow my cock, noona?” he teased, smacking it against your face, leaving a string of pre-cum connecting your cheek to his cock. You narrowed your eyes at him, as if to say, no fucking shit, you punk ass bitch, and he chuckled deep in his chest. He looked past your head, down your back.

“Such a nice ass.”

You smacked his leg, aware that he was doing it on purpose to piss you off. He smirked knowingly, placing his palm on your forehead and pushing you off his balls.

“Swallow it all and don’t choke,” Jungkook snarled, shoving his cock into your open mouth.

Your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, relaxing your throat muscles as Jungkook forcefully pushed into your lips, sighing with satisfaction as he buried himself to the hilt, his strong fingers tangled in your hair.

“Fuck, so good,” he moaned, making his cock throb into the roof of your mouth. You whined, hands on his hips, waiting for him to let you move. “Your throat feels so fucking good, noona. If only they knew how good you are, how perfectly slutty you are for me.” He snickered, releasing his hand, glaring down into your eyes.

“But they’re never going to know, because you’ll never service another cock ever again.”

You whimpered, nails digging into his thighs.

He ticked his chin at you. “Go on, noona. Show me how much you love my cock.”

You began to move, pressing your tongue against the bottom as you slid up and down his length, moaning at his taste. So good. You generated more saliva and ran it all over the head, sucking hard. He inhaled sharply as you teased the sensitive underside, tongue against the opening.

“That’s it,” Jungkook breathed. “Give it to me like you mean it.”

You gripped his thighs and began to bob your head back and forth, ramming the head into the back of your throat and squeezing it before arching your neck so it ran across the roof of your mouth and then back down so it hit your throat again. Was this going to make you hoarse? Probably, but you didn’t a single shit, because Jungkook moaning for you and telling you how good you were was much more important. The pace was slow at first, but you went faster and faster, tighter, your breasts bouncing with every movement, eyes closed to savor his taste and steel your concentration of not gagging because Jungkook was so big, so thick, so perfectly rough, and your tongue could feel him throbbing inside your mouth.

“Fuck,” he growled above you, nearly feral with desire. “Fuck, I’m going to cum down that perfect throat of yours, noona.”

His thighs tensed under your hands and you knew he was close. You increased the intensity, neck straining, already aching with how fast you were going.

“Drink it all and don’t fucking waste it.”

Jungkook grabbed you by your hair and thrusted his hips into your face, moaning lustfully as he shot into your mouth, hot creamy strings into your throat. You swallowed fast to avoid choking, gulping loudly as he gave you more, more, fuck it was so delicious that you gasped, swirling your tongue around his jerking cock and lapping it all up. Whimpering, you wrapped your lips around the head and milked it dry, rubbing your lips against the skin where the head and length connected.

“You’re so fucking good,” Jungkook sighed, running his fingers through your hair, pulling it away from your face. “So messy and dirty. I love it, noona.” He pressed your mouth down his entire length and held you there.

Your name drifted out of his lips, a sweet exhale.

He kept you there. You felt some of your spit drip down your chin and hit your breasts. You flinched at the coldness, still holding onto his hips. Jungkook finally looked down at you, chest heaving, panting. He looked like he wanted to say something. You shot him a questioning look, unable to respond, mouth still full of his cock.

He released your head, untangling his fingers from your hair. You drew your mouth back, rubbing your jaw and throat a little. Jungkook had a strange expression, lips parted, brows furrowed, the muscles in his neck tensed. He seemed a bit spaced out. You tilted your head.

Something felt off.

You stood up with as much grace as you could, knees aching, heels snapping to the tile floor. He still wasn’t looking at you. You backed up, to the desks, finding a study one.

“Jungkook.”

You smacked the wood loudly with your flat palm.

He whipped his head towards you, dark eyes flashing. Perfect. You smirked, placing your hands on your pencil skirt. Sank your fingers in, gripping the fabric. Jungkook’s voracious eyes watched your movement, each hike revealing more and more of your legs. A slow smirk formed on his lips. You yanked your skirt all the way up to your waist, revealing your white lace panties and sheer pantyhose, black fabric bunched around your waist.

Jungkook reached down and pulled his pants up, raising his eyebrows as he walked over, lower lip in between his teeth as he grinned at you.

“That’s a dangerous position to be in, noona,” he purred. “You know I love fucking you on a desk.”

You bounced your ass up onto the table, closing your legs, knees together. Placed your hands on your lap, pushing your tits together. Jungkook licked his lips, the predatory glint back in his eye. You kept your tone stern, with a hint if disapproval.

“Really? Because for a second there, I was beginning to think you lost your nerve.”

The menace in his eyes made your shiver with anticipation. You could tell Jungkook liked it too, your word selection, your tone, your defiance. He shrugged out of his leather jacket, and it fell to the floor with an oppressive thump. You sucked in a tight breath. The shirt was short sleeved, exposing his tattooed right forearm and his equally beautiful tanned left one. Some of his long black hair was falling down, brushing against his right cheekbone.

His eyes were so dark that you felt like they were devouring you.

Jungkook placed his large hands on your knees and vehemently shoved them apart, spreading your legs wide. He gave you a cold, expressionless stare as he placed a hand on your stomach, putting you onto your elbows, hips tipped up towards him. You were embarrassingly wet, juices soaked into your inner thighs, lace panties already molded to your soaked folds, the sheer pantyhose doing nothing to protect you from him and his hungry eyes. His voice was icy, making your pussy throb with need.

“Noona, if you close your legs, I’m going to punish you,” Jungkook warned.

Part of you wanted to know what the punishment was, but the other part of you really wanted to orgasm, so kept your snide remark to yourself and simply nodded.

Jungkook removed his hands from your knees and placed them on your shuddering breasts. Fuck. You hadn’t realized you were so horny until Jungkook touched you. A pained whimper strained in your throat.

The side of his lips curved upwards.

“Does my dirty, slutty noona want to be fucked?” His nails sank down, digging into your skin. “Do you want to be used by me, your tight little pussy stretched out and pleading for more?” Jungkook leaned forward, breathing into your face, growling whisper against your lips. He pinched your nipples and you moaned, wanting to kiss him, but knowing he wasn’t going to let you. He chuckled darkly, seeing your desperation.

“Do you want to be a slave for Jungkookie’s cock, noona?”

Fuuuuuuuck.

Your heart was beating so fast that your breathing was coming out in little gasps as he twisted your nipples harshly, rubbing the tips with his thumb. Your legs shook, threatening to close because the lack of friction was killing you.

“Y-yes, Jungkook, fuck yes.”

He yanked on your nipples and slapped them, making you hiss with pain, flinching as the sting shot up your chest. Jungkook reached into his back pocket and produced the silk neck scarf.

“Keep quiet for me noona or everyone will know how much of a slut you are for me.”

And then he shoved your own scarf into your parted lips, gagging you. Not a second too soon, because, without warning, Jungkook immediately spanked your barely clothed clit. You yelped around the silk, thighs quivering. He gripped one of your thighs, digging his nails into it, tearing the sheer pantyhose a little.

“Don’t move and take it,” he snarled.

Your back arched as Jungkook began to slap your pussy, hard, unforgiving, loud, and making you wetter and wetter, so much so his hand was slipping a little with each smack. You screamed around the scarf, hips trembling as they rose to meet each hit, flaring pain in between your thighs but so, so good. He clenched his jaw, dark eyes on your quickly reddening pussy lips that were sucking your panties deeper and deeper into your slit.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Fuck, you’re so hot and so fucking perfect for me.”

He removed his hand from your thigh and ripped the center seam of your pantyhose apart.

You started, eyes widening as you watched him tear through it, yelling at him through the scarf. You still needed to wear those! The small tears were one thing, but a full-on giant rip at the crotch was not going to be comfortable to wear for the rest of the day.

Jungkook smirked, raising a hand to his ear. “What’s that? Can’t hear you.”

You glared at him and was about to remove the scarf from your mouth to scold him, but his smirk turned into a roguish grin.

“Hm? Slap you harder and abuse your clit?”

You paled.

“My pleasure.”

You threw you head back as Jungkook mercilessly spanked your now only lace-covered clit, impossibly fast, towering over you and hooking his arm under your back, dragging you to him, arching your spine more, more, so your tits were straight up, bouncing right in his face as he changed from smacking your clit to rubbing it just as fast, rougher, so intense you were hoarsely wailing into the gag.

All of a sudden, your orgasm violently rammed into you, pleasure racking your entire body, amplified by stinging pain. Your pussy clenched around nothing, wetly squelching as Jungkook breathed hotly down on your nipples, still rubbing you through your orgasm, not letting up. You shook your head furiously, trying to tell him it was too much, that you were too sensitive, but you didn’t lift your hands to stop him, only spreading your fingers against the table, palms flat as your hips raised to his fingers.

You felt his hair brush against your nipples as he licked your cleavage, smirking up at your face.

“One more and then I’ll fuck you the way I want to, noona.”

Your legs were losing feeling from how hard you were locking them in place as you felt Jungkook pry your lace panties out of your pussy, shoving them to one side. Oh shit. You moaned as you felt him shove two fingers into you, eyes squeezing shut as he added a third, scissoring them as he smiled cruelly at you, eagerly watching your reaction.

“Such a greedy pussy, sucking in my fingers like this,” Jungkook drawled, your walls clenching around them, feeling every callus and every joint, all the way to his knuckles. “All mine, my beautiful, slutty noona.”

You would have asked Jungkook what the time was if your brain could still function, but your brain timed itself out, because Jungkook was thrusting his fingers into you now, filling you up, and feeding your need and desperation, assaulting your pussy with pleasure. The pain of your stinging, puffy lips rubbing against his hand added to the ecstasy, heightening it, your moaning now unintelligible behind the silk scarf that was saturated with your saliva. The sound was obscene, sloppy smacking sounds of your drenched hole getting pounded into the desk.

You threw your head back and choked out his name around the makeshift gag, throbbing pussy clamping down on his fingers. Thick, viscous liquid gushed out onto his palm, the back of his hand, dripping down to his wrist. It was so intense that your entire body jerked up into Jungkook’s face, hitting him with your tits.

If Jungkook was mad about it, he didn’t show it. He wrenched his slick fingers out and you whined, watching him with glazed eyes as licked them off, ferally growling at your taste. He released your back from his arm and you slid down, laying against the desk, panting.

“You taste extra delicious today, noona,” he chuckled. “Candy always tastes better in cute packaging.”

You barely had time to register that Jungkook had just compared you to a fucking convenience store snack before he yanked down his pants again, whipping out a foil packet and ripping it open. Less than a second and the condom was on, and then Jungkook shoved his cock into you, a startled gasp dying in your very over-used throat.

Jungkook moaned your name above you, softly and lustfully, pulling your hips closer to him so he was all the way inside you. You clenched around his length and he sighed, small smirk on his pink lips, eyelids fluttering.

“You’re going to kill me one day with how perfectly tight you are for me,” he mumbled.

Your eyes found his and he grinned, looking down at you through his lashes, his hair obscuring half his face.

Fuck, you could stare at him all day.

Jungkook placed your legs around his waist, finally letting them rest from the forced spreading. He roughly jerked his hips into yours and you whimpered, nails clawing into the desk. His fingers dug into your hips and he set his jaw, beginning a hard, fast pace, slapping your hips together, fucking you into the desk. It scraped noisily into the floor, but neither of you cared, you abused pussy lips rubbing against his crotch every time his hips met yours, carried to new heights of pain and pleasure, loving every second, every moment of Jungkook using you to chase his own orgasm, his cock swelling and dragging against your tight walls. So much. So full.

You could never be satisfied with another cock.

“Fuck.”

Jungkook hissed, grip on your hips tightening, bruising you with his fingertips.

“Fuck, noona, I love you.”

Your heart stopped.

And then your orgasm crashed down, overtaking you completely, your head smacking the desk and seeing stars, clenching around Jungkook’s cock and pulsating violently around his length, soaking his thighs with your juices, scent so strong you were sure whatever class that was going to use this lecture hall next was going to smell your cum splattering to the floor.

Jungkook gritted his teeth and rammed his hips into you, dragging you down to meet every thrust, intensifying your orgasm, ripping your pantyhose even more. Once, twice, three times, and he groaned, shuddering as he spilled into the condom, cock shivering inside you as he came. You could feel how much it was, pressing against your walls.

His long hair was all over his face, black strands clinging to his tan skin, sweat dripping off his chin, pink lips quivering, dark eyes roaming over your fucked-out form. Panting hard, matching your heavy, grating breaths behind your now saliva-drenched neck scarf. After a long moment, Jungkook reached down and held onto the condom, slowly pulling out of you.

Holy fuck.

You reached up with a shaking hand, pulling the silk out of your mouth. It came out in a long strip of fabric, smacking against your cheek as your removed it from your lips.

Holy.

Fuck.

You sat up, your body screaming at you, seeing Jungkook breathing hard, tying up the condom.

“Did you just tell me you love me?”

Jungkook’s ears turned bright red. He chewed on his lip, biting it hard before facing you. Dark brown eyes suddenly vulnerable, scared. It was the most uncharacteristic expression you had ever witnessed on Jeon Jungkook’s chiseled, handsome face.

“Uh… yeah.”

There was a moment where you realized both you two were mostly naked in a random classroom, clothes thrown everywhere, having made a mess once again.

“Sorry,” Jungkook added quickly. “It slipped out.”

You blinked at him. “Why are you apologizing?”

He rubbed his nose, looking away.

“Well… aren’t you just fucking me because you like to be dominated?”

You frowned. “No, I’m fucking you because I’m in love with you.”

You saw Jungkook freeze. He turned his head robotically, eyes wide and doe-like. “R-really?”

You looked down to notice that your heels were on the tile floor. When had you lost those? You grumbled, trying to straighten out your panties and the remains of your pantyhose. It was doomed. You shrugged, dangling your legs over the edge of the desk as you looked back at Jungkook and his surprised expression. You raised an eyebrow.

“Are you really that much of an idiot?” you muttered, your own cheeks burning, letting out a puff of annoyed air. “Yes, I love you. Why else would I tolerate you staring at me like I’m some kind of zoo animal? Why else would I risk getting in trouble by running around like this? Why else would I let you fuck me at school, in the middle of the damn day, again?”

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck. “Erm… because I’m hot?”

You rubbed your forehead and sighed exasperatedly, standing up, instantly wincing. Jungkook took a step forward to catch you, but he almost tripped on his pants down his ankles. You caught yourself against the desk and raised a hand, shaking your head.

“Pack your damn dick,” you muttered. You yanked your tights down your legs, removing them and balling them up. They were useless now anyway. You found your bra and put it back on as you eyed your chiffon blouse. Good thing it wasn’t ripped. It only took you a moment to slip it back on, rebuttoning it and tucking it into your skirt. You pulled your pencil skirt back down, straightening it, thighs immediately sticking together from your own fluids.

Yup, still no more comfortable than yanking your pants back on after a session with Jungkook.

You noticed him putting his leather jacket back on and picking up the condom wrapper. He took the silk scarf from the table and shoved it in his back pocket. You went back to him to gather your shoes, but he knelt down, holding out your black heels as if you were Cinderella.

“I can just–”

“Step.”

His tone was sharp and you immediately obeyed, raising your foot and stepping into your shoe. First one, then the other. Jungkook stood back up, exhaling a little. You looked up at him. His chocolate eyes flitted about tensely. He opened his mouth to speak.

“Do you… uh…”

You cut him off. “Jungkook, if you cheat on me, I will personally castrate you with a spoon.”

He cringed. “Ouch.”

You took the used condom and the wrapper bits from him, shoving them into your balled-up pantyhose. You marched towards the door confidently, pain shooting throughout your body with every step. Jungkook called after you.

“Your hairpins.”

You turned your head back a little.

“You can drop them off at my apartment later.”

And then you unlocked the door and stepped out of the classroom.

Park Jimin waved at you, grinning. Plump lips curved into a mischievous smile, wearing a denim jacket and jeans. You almost jumped seeing him standing there. What the fuck is with this guy’s timing? He eyed your hand holding your ruined pantyhose and you put it behind your back, glaring at him.

“I told Namjoon you had a lady emergency.” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows at you before holding up your phone and black purse, the belongings you had left in the back room. “You took longer than you should have.”

You felt your ears burn. “Shit. I need to get back.”

“To Jungkook, yeah,” Jimin chimed teasingly, making you glower at him.

Of course. Jungkook had turned Jimin into his scout for your escapades. Fantastic. You suddenly felt a strong presence behind you. The door had opened and Jungkook’s arm snaked around your waist, yanking you possessively to his side. He placed his chin on top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair.

“You wanna go on a date, noona?” Jungkook purred, his free hand playing with the ends of your disheveled hair.

You pursed your lips. “I have to get back and help Namjoon.”

Jimin waved a hand. “He’ll be fine for one day. Plus, you’re being kidnapped.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Jungkook slapped his hand over your lips, marching you in the opposite direction of Career Week, Jimin skipping behind you two, cheerfully humming.

part iv

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#jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x you #jungkook fanfic

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vagrantblvrd · 4 years ago

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timestamp of din and the puppers?

Oh my gosh, yessss.

After much thought on the subject I have decided that a Thing I love is Accidental Disney Princess Din Djarin, Very Tired Dad, Friend To (Most) Animals.

(Generally speaking, the ones trying to eat him don’t count.)

I mean, he didn’t have time for the blurrg, especially after the way e met them? But Kuiil convinced him to give them another try and then he had his Toothless moment and earned the blurrg’s trust.

Then the scene with the massiffs which is honestly one of my favorites, because Din with a pupper makes me happy to think about?

This scary looking lizard/doggo creature to help guard/protect him and his? But also plays fetch and asks for belly rubs and scritches and looks at him with stars in its eyes when it’s not judging his life choices of course.

AND.

The thought of Grogu using one as a Noble Steed instead of the pram is both adorable and hilarious to me, like little kids do with big doggos and whatnot.

(Also an excellent partner in crime, and if Din didn’t want the two of them committing said crimes he shouldn’t have introduced them, you know? What did he expect to happen?)

I mean, just imagine Grog as the Mand'alor’s son riding on his most noble of steeds in a cookie raid? (Sadly, there were no survivors.)

But, uh, back to your prompt.

So it starts with that first massiff pupper as a gift for killing the krayt dragon and brokering peace between the people of Mos Pelgo and the Tusken Raiders, but someone comments about the fact they’re pack animals, right, or maybe Din has that realization somewhere along the line himself.

There’s another stop on Tatooine, and casual question about any new litters/clutches and what would they want for one or to of the pups?

He ends up with three new puppers and the promise for more from the next litter/clutch if he’d like.

At first he’s like, haha, no, four is more than enough, and yet.

The whole Mand'alor dealio and massifs really do make for excellent guard animals, so he takes the Tusken Raiders up on their offer. Pays them, or trades for the new puppers, whichever one they accept, and back on Mandalore everyone’s like oh, yeah, the royal hounds.

Din’s personal guard - which, for the record he didn’t ask for Bo-Katan, what is this, this is just awkward for me - use them to patrol the grounds of the Mand'alor’s residence and such and someone is appointed keeper of the royal hounds and such.

In the meantime, Din’s been on Adventures and such and there’s a one in ten chance of Din coming back from said Adventure with a new animal friend.

“...it followed me home,” he’ll say, some flavor of embarrassed about it because really, Din, really?

Your new animal friend just happened to jump into your ship for the ride back to Mandalore after what no doubt was a truly idiotic and life-endangering Adventure, did it?

Strange how that keeps happening.

So there are blurrgs and massiffs and any number of other animal friends Din brought back with him.

Grogu is delighted because more parters in crime, a little gang, if you will, and him as the beloved leader who pays them in cookies and other such priceless treasures.

Luke just watches Din - grown adult, capable fighter, devoted father, and ruler of a whole entire planet - act like a little kid who smuggled a pet into the house and then has to explain its presence to his parents.

Some reason to go to Hoth and when he tells Luke about it afterward he mention these natice creatures that can be tamed as mounts he used?

Luke is like, “Oh, tauntauns!” and then tells Din about his harrowing experience with the local fauna and how Han saved his life by shoving him inside a tauntaun once like :DDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Din just stares at his husband/consort like how, how, is this man alive?

Han off to the side shrugs because hell if he knows, Han’s the lucky one because Leia got the brains and common sense out of the two of them.

Also, paying a visit to Boba Fett on Tatooine, and once Luke and Boba agree to leave any grievances in the past - mainly for Din’s benefit there’s a ~tour of the place.

“You didn’t replace the rancor?”

And Din, poor, Very Tired Din goes so very still.

Doesn’t look at Luke who’s looking around at the repurposed rancor pit. Boba is next to Din and Din can feel the man’s glee at the chance to tell him about yet more incredibly stupid things his husband’s done.

“Do I want to know?” he asks in an undertone.

Boba is freaking delighted, “Probably not, but I’ll tell you anyway,” >:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

...Which is how Din finds out about certain Jedi walking in to Jabba’s palace to rescue his friend and his many near-death experiences along the way.

I mean, he knew bits and pieces of the story from things Luke and his friends and family let slip? And yet somehow none of that prepared him for the full story.

Also, though, also.

Luke who sets up his Jedi school on Yavin in the beginning and various native species, and Luke laughing at him when he turns up with a new animal friend. Doesn’t tell him to put it back though, because the students are all wide-eyed with fascination every time.

Luke may or may not have told them it’s part of Din’s ~magic, joking and all and they know it, but then Din and his many, many animal friends, so maybe Master Skywalker is telling the truth?

Din is always why are you like this? to Luke who cannot stop teasing him over his ability to befriend (most) animals he meets, and has to kiss him to get him to stop laughing, it’s not that funny.

Before Luke goes to live with Din and Grogu on Mandalore full time, his Jedi school up and running for years by then and staffed by former students and Jedi who survived Order 66 and subsequent years and they’re all, omg, just go already, because Luke’s sacrificed a lot to get them where they are and now he should absolutely live the rest of his life as a kept man, go, go, go, the school has its own animal guardians in the form of native animals or somesuch, because kiddos with animals is always a good thing.

Anyway, yes.

Din and the puppers and an entire menagerie while everyone is exasperated because they’ll have to set up housing for their ruler’s new animal friends or delighted at Din’s ??? reaction because he didn’t mean to come back with new animal friends.

Also, also, I kind of love the idea of there being a baby krayt dragon in there somewhere. Animal traffickers and whatnot who stop by Mandalore for whatever reason before they’re discovered and arrested or what have you?

Most of their cargo are confiscated and returned to their homeworlds as possible, but there are a few exceptions, incidents.

One involves a canyon krayt that takes off the moment it can and digs itself into...a canyon. (Din is like, SIGH, but it’s young, small, and scared and he befriends it, or close enough that they allow it to stay where it is for now.)

The other is a baby greater krayt dragon like the one in Mos Pelgo and escaped before the Madalorians caught wind of the animal traffickers. Ran to a remote area that’s not ideal for humans to live and keeps wild animal populations under control and more trouble than it’s worth, really, to remove it.

Luke is delighted/horrified when he hears aboutb Din’s previous adventures with krayt dragons and the way Cobb cannot stop laughing at the fact Din now has two of the bastards on his planet, two.

But it does add to the reputation of Mandalor’s new ruler, a man who killed a greater krayt dragon on his own - “I didn’t, though? Cobb you were there, tell them!” - and now has one guarding his planet. (”It’s more of a pest with an endless stomach, though???”)

So, uh. Yes.

#star wars nonsense #dinluke #anon #not!fic prompt #prompt fills #technically not a fic #vagrant fic #long post #Anonymous #din's doggos

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rainydayhogwartsimagines · 4 years ago

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Timing ( Draco x Reader

Summary: Draco ends up marrying Astoria in a arranged marriage, making you give up on love. He thinks he’ll never see you again... Until he learns you’re a professor at Hogwarts.

Rain hit the window as you stared off at the setting sun. Today was quite frankly the hardest of your fucking life. Months of arguing, screaming and crying just to be met with more sadness. Draco had to marry Astoria, there was no way around it. You all stalled it for as long as you possibly could. But it didn't work. Astoria honestly felt terrible about this whole thing. You all went to the same school together, she knew Draco loved you. She knew he wanted to marry you. He wouldn't even look at Astoria during the rehearsal, much less today. The worst part about all of this was you had to find out from a newspaper. Molly saw it and she froze. She knew the letters from Draco just went dead, you didn't know why and the next thing you knew this was happening. You sat in Ginny's room, looking out the window with this numb expression. A knock sounded off at the door and Harry walked in. "Hey..." He said softly. You didn't respond, fiddling with a silver locket Draco gave you in your fourth year. "How are you feeling?" Harry asked. You rested your head on the edge of the wall next to the window. "I'm fine." You said, voice low because your throat hurt from the crying. "Aside from the pain, the anguish, the fact that I have been trying to figure out what I've done wrong to make him stop talking to me just to find out this, the fact that I spent four years planning my life with him, the fact that that should be me, the fact that I can't stop hurting and the fact that it feels like I'm suffocating, I feel fine." You said, yanking off the locket and throwing it across the room. You ran your fingers through your hair.

This went on for MONTHS. No one dared to tell you that your feelings were invalid or tell you that this was overreacting. Because it wasn't. You sacrificed so much, giving and giving, again and again. The Weasleys' watched you tear yourself apart. You slowly went back to your normal self, becoming a professor at Hogwarts and teaching Astronomy. But you nearly snapped again when you found out Astoria was pregnant. You taught, watching new students fill your seats every year. You loved your kids like they were your own. You never minded speaking with them in class on personal matters. They always loved hearing about your life. "Miss Y/n, I have a question?" a student asked. "Yes Dalia?" you asked. "For a report I have to say each faculty member's Patronus. What's yours?" She asked. You stopped writing and turned around with a pained smile that was hard to miss. "I'm afraid I'm unable to produce a Patronus." You admitted. "O-oh. S-sorry!' She apologized. "It's quite alright dear." you said before turning back to your work.

Then it finally happened. Eleven years had passed and you knew exactly what had to happen. You walked down the platform, getting ready to ride in a cart with faculty members when you saw those silver eyes. You almost called Mcgonagall then and there telling her "Can't teach anymore. Sorry." He looked at you, a very sad expression on his face as his son ran onto the train. Luckily Snape noticed this and tapped your shoulder, breaking the stare and making you get on the train. It was so funny to you. Growing up you were so afraid of Snape, terrified of that stone cold glare. Now you worked with him and actually came to see him as a friend. Pain the ass at times, but a friend to you indeed. You sat in a empty cart. "E-excuse me." A voice said. You looked up and saw silver eyes, making you nearly jump out of your skin. "All of the other carts are full... Can I sit in here?" The boy asked. You nodded and he seemed fixated on you while you read. "Can I ask you something?" he asked. "Yes?" You asked. "Are you Y/n L/n?" He asked. ".... Yes I am." You said. "You know my father then." the boy nodded. Oh don't tell me-- "I'm Scorpius Malfoy." He introduced. Oh God. Oh GOD. "Yes... I know who your parents are." You nodded. "Dad is always mentioning how much fun you two had in school together." Scorpius said making you grip your book tightly. "Yes, your father and I were good friends Scorpius." You admitted. You reached into your pocket, gripping a pager. It was a new thing amongst the teachers. Two clicks for help. One for possible assistance needed. You clicked it once. "You're in a lot of yearbook photos too with him." Scorpius added. You gripped the device "Is it true you two dated?" Scorpius asked, you clicking the button twice. "I-I" you halted. "U-uhm--" Finally the door slid open, Snape seeing you on the verge of screaming. He sighed and sat down. "Thank you." You whispered. "Do not call me again." He spat out.

Scorpius wouldn't stop with these questions in the year though. He'd stay behind in class and ask you until he HAD to leave. You didn't hate the boy, no. You actually adored him. Scorpius had a bright mind, always curious and bright eyed, almost reminding you of yourself. Maybe that's why you answered his questions. Maybe that's why you allowed him to sit in your room during lunch and talk to you. "Is it true your best friend was a seeker in his first year?" Scorpius asked. How much did Draco tell this kid? "Yep. Damn good one too." You chuckled. Scorpius ate a bag of chips and you finally had a question for the curious boy. "Scorpius. Why have you never mentioned your mother?" You asked. Scorpius rose a brow. "You didn't hear? Dad divorced a few years ago, mum left." Scorpius said. You nearly knocked over your ink vial and your jaw almost dropped. "They're divorced!?" You asked. "Yeah. Like... Four years ago. Made sense, neither of them seemed remotely interested in each other. Honestly I don't know how I even exist as their kid." Scorpius admitted. The next few classes that day were hard to get through. Draco was of course on your mind, of fucking course. "Miss Y/n? I asked a question?" a student said "Hmm? Yes?" You cleared your throat. "Where is the Orion's belt again?" They asked.

You absolutely dreaded the week even more as time passed. But by far the worst day was when Scorpius got into a fight and you of course were the teacher that had to sit down and talk to his father. Snape watched you go from professional to a professional wreck in two minutes. "Pull yourself together woman. You act like this is your first time interacting with another human." Severus snapped. "I haven't seen Draco in almost twelve years Severus, I am losing my mind here!" You groaned. "He's here." Severus noticed through the window. "What!? No no no I'm not prepared--" "If you can deal with those god forsaken son's of Fred and George you can deal with this." He snapped before leaving. You were so not prepared for any of this-- oh God the door is opening.

There he was, blonde hair still in that silver tint, those eyes looking at you wide. "Y/n--" "Please sit." You motioned to the chair in front of your desk. He nodded, sitting down and you sat, tapping your finger on your desk. "SOooo" Christ woman, could you be any more awkward!? "Scorpius got into a fight Tuesday, its been resolved, nice to have you here, grab a stale doughnut on the way out." you said quickly. "Uhm... Y/n, we have to talk about why he did it, which I'm not quite clear on. Actually I'm not even sure what happened, Scorpius is usually so kind." Draco said. God damn it. You ran a hand over your face and sighed. "Scorpius punched another kid in Slytherin. Apparently the other student insulted Rose and he just sucker punched him." You explained. "Ah. See that sounds more like him." Draco nodded. "I vouched for him. This won't appear on a record for school." You assured. "Why was I called here?" Draco asked. "Honestly? I have no clue, the situation worked itself out." you shrugged. Draco was looking at you and you gulped. "How have you been?" Draco asked. You opened your mouth but your pager went off three times. Another fight. "Oh no." you sighed, getting up and cracking your knuckles. Draco rose a brow as you left. A few minutes later three students were dragged in... Including Scorpius. "Dad!?" Scorpius asked. "What the hell did you do now!?" Draco asked. "Same reasoning as before. Honestly it's Henry Goyle, I can't say I'm surprised." You groaned. "I'm so sorry Miss Y/n!" Rose said. "Wait, why were you brought in?" You asked. "I punched Goyle, not Scorpius." She said making your eyes go wide. "I'm here because I kind of... Encouraged it?" Scorpius admitted. "Christ." Draco sighed. "I didn't know you were here!" Scorpius said. "That is not making your case any better Scorpius!" Draco said. "Goyle, go to Mcgonagall, Rose I'll contact your parents, Scorpius. SIT." You finally said. The kids all scurried and Scorpius sat next to Draco. "What in the hell happened this time kid?" You asked. Draco rose a brow. "Well Goyle insulted Rose again. I wanted to punch him but all I saw was Rose scream 'that's it' and then she punched him." Scorpius said. You blinked a few times. "And you encouraged her?" You asked. "I mean... I say it was justified." Draco muttered. "You would know. He got that from you." You muttered making Scorpius smirk. But then he saw his dad do something very rare. He genuinely smiled. You felt your cheeks heat up. Scorpius was dismissed, again leaving you and Draco alone. "You can go if you want, the meeting is over." You breathed, smacking your head on your desk. "Y/n..." Draco said. Why did he have to say your name? Why? "Hmm?" you asked. "You do realize I'm going to work here next fall right?" He asked. Your eyes widened. "What?" You asked. "I'm a healer. I'm working with Pomfrey." Draco said. "Sooooooo. What I'm hearing is: You're now going to be dealing with Harry's son!" You said. Draco laughed. God you missed that. He got up, a small ping of disappointment arriving. "Hopefully no more visits will be required. But I definitely think we should catch up sometime." Draco said. You chuckled. "My next break isn't until the school year ends." You sighed. "Then we will see each other at the start." Draco said. You watched him leave and you let out a long sigh. "God damn it!" you groaned.

Sure enough, that next school year, Draco was on the train in a cart with you. Just you. You were pretending to read but you couldn't focus. Not with Draco being there. Looking at you. "Scorpius said something interesting to me a few months ago, mind answering this?" Draco asked. "Hmm?" You asked. "He told me you couldn't produce a Patronus." Draco said. ".... That's true I lost the ability to do that after..." You cleared your throat and looked at your book when it registered with Draco what you were getting at. "So... You never married?" Draco asked. You cleared your throat, tempted to page for Snape. "I didn't." You said. "Any reason as to why?" Draco asked. "Because I gave up on it." You snapped. Draco blinked a few times as you sank back into your seat and lifted up your book.

You for the most part were able to avoid Draco. At least then you wouldn't have to answer his questions. Well that planned backfired after you got injured from a wonderful little prank went wrong, leading to you having a burn on your arm. You came in and Draco rose a brow, noticing you holding your arm. "What happened here?" He asked before seeing the burn. It was bad. Like bad bad. "I am going to kill Goyle for having a son." You groaned. Draco grabbed bandages and then an ointment. "Alright, don't scream." he said. "Wow, did we suddenly go back into a broom closet in our fourth year?" You asked making Draco nearly drop the bottle and blush crimson. "glad to see that still works." you thought to yourself. Draco shook it off and he stuck out his arm. "Hold on." he said. "why?" You asked. "You'll need something to hold onto, we're out of stress balls." Draco said. You gripped his arm... Was he always this muscular-- "OW MOTHER--" You gripped his arm and winced. "You've got three more drops of this." Draco warned. "Distract me! Please, for the love of god." You whined. "Uhhhh-- Astoria and I divorced." Draco said as the next drop was poured. You gripped his arm again. "S-Scorpius told me-- Fuck that burns!" you groaned. "She left me for Blaise, weirdly enough." Draco said. He poured the next drop. "Not a smart woman-- OW-- What the hell is this stuff!?" You asked. "ointment, makes the wound heal faster." Draco said, disregarding the comment on Astoria. "Last one." Draco said. "Just do it dude." You whined. "I have to add something else to this one, it will hurt worse." He warned, turning around to grab something. "I thought the purpose of a medic was to take away pain not add to it!" You groaned. He turned back around, again, extending his arm. You gripped it. "any particular reason you brought up your divorce?" You asked. "Didn't know if you knew." he answered, looking at your burn mark for something. "Why should I know if you're divorced or not?" You asked. "I don't know Y/n, why do I know that you gave up on love?" Draco asked you. "... Touche." You said. He dropped the last bit and you gripped his arm, panting as you did. "Christ- Tell me that's over!" you winced. "It is. But you're going to have to stay here a couple of days. You cannot use your arm. I need you hear because what ever burned you is reacting to something and I need to make sure it doesn't get worse." Draco said to you. "Sure you're not doing this to be near me?" You asked jokingly. He chuckled. "That may be one of the many factors." He admitted making your face burn up.

Well it wasn't as fun as that made it sound. Something in that little prank went wrong and it caused you to wake up with the wound infecting. "Draco- Ow ow ow!" You whined. You were now sweating from the pain. "Y/n focus on me! Okay? This is going to hurt." He warned. "Just shut up and do something because it HURTS!" You groaned. He used something on it making you grip his arm. You panted, sweat dripping off of you as he cleaned the wound and wrapped it. "Are you okay?" He asked. You closed your eyes, smacking your head on your pillow and sighing. "If I kill Goyle will you help me?" You asked. He chuckled, sitting next to your bed in a chair. "I'll bring the shovel." He nodded making you grin.

You finally fell asleep, Draco looking at your wound but mostly him watching you. You were in his life again. Thank. God. When Astoria left him a part of Draco wanted to go out and find you himself. Then he messaged the Weasleys', asking FINALLY "Is she okay!? Someone tell me she's okay and well" Harry was the one that told him everything. You not seeing anything, you giving up, the damage that was caused by him leaving and you having to fix it, the crisis you went through when Astoria was pregnant, seeing him last year. Draco didn't want your efforts to be in vain. So he didn't say anything. But God damn it was so hard when you were around.

You had a slow recovery, most days involved Draco seeing you read. Your students were always walking in, asking about you. You always told them not to worry and that everything would be normal soon. You were so gentle with them. But by far his favorite thing to see was you interact with Scorpius. You clearly were close, you cracking jokes with the boy. He would smile and laugh, talking with you. Draco hated his marriage to Astoria. But Scorpius was the one good thing that came from it and he wouldn't trade him for the world. Scorpius was noticing strange moments between you and Draco, seeing his father legitimately smile on a regular basis. You were also smiling now, the burning hatred for the world seeming to fade. You seemed happier and everyone was beginning to notice. But you were very happy when you could FINALLY teach again. Your students were excited but Draco would have to come to you and check your wounds, giving you medications for it.

You looked up and smiled seeing him walk in. "That time again?" You asked. "Yep. Are you sure we should do this in front of students though? You tend to swear." Draco asked. "Like that's stopped her before!" A student said making you roll your eyes. "I don't--" "The fairy incident." Another student said. "....Touche you little shit." You said making the class laugh. Draco shook his head with a smile and unwrapped your arm. You kept teaching though even as he was poking around the wound. "Can anyone tell me where the sagittarius constellation is?" You asked before feeling Draco apply the ointment. "It's--" "Give me just one moment Gavin-- OW!" You breathed. "Focus on your students it's almost over." Draco told you. "Answer now-- Mother f--" you gripped Draco's hand earning a few students to watch. His hand was calloused but still soft... "it's... It's RA 19h 0m 0s | Dec -25° 0′ 0″.. ma'am..." The boy answered noticing you and Draco. "Th-thank you! Why don't we add a fun little challenge of NOT MAKING ME CONTEMPLATE MURDER!?" you said gripping his hand again. Draco was almost having a hard time focusing with you holding his hand... It was so much smaller than his, it was honestly cute. Scorpius smirked to himself. "Hey, dad distract her with something before she actually chokes you." Scorpius said earning looks from other people. "Did you just call him DAD!?" someone asked. "He's Draco Malfoy dipshit, yes he called his father dad." Another student said. "Y/n you're beginning to cut off circulation." Draco said trying to ignore the students. "So wait, Draco is Scorpius' dad, is Y/n his wife or something--" "NO!" both of you said in unison earning the class to watch you two. "Really? You seem close, especially in the old year books." A student said. "Why were you looking at yearbooks?" Another student asked. "School project. Y/n and Mister Malfoy are in it and they seem really close." A student said. "My dad said they used to date." Rose said making you shoot daggers at the girl. "Wait you two used to date!?" Someone else asked. Draco gave you a "Should we tell them?" Look. "Yes! We did, but that was a long time ago!" You said as Draco finally finished, allowing you to breathe. "I swear to God this doesn't get any easier!" You groaned. "You nearly breaking my hand doesn't help either." Draco teased and you shook your head. You sighed. "So.... Mister Malfoy is your ex... Who's divorced... And single?" A student asked, suggesting you do something. "Don't you even go there kid!" You snapped earning a look from Draco. "It was a long time ago, we're just friends." Draco said calmly. "Are you sure about that?" Scorpius asked making Draco frown. "Yes. I'm sure." Draco said. Still Scorpius continued. "With how much you talk about her, are you sure that's the case?" Scorpius asked earning the whole class's attention. You facepalmed and groaned. "I do not--" "After my parent teacher conference you wouldn't stop asking about her-- you wrote to the Weasleys dad-- you don't like the Weasleys!" Scorpius said earning you to look at him. "Scorpius. Stop." Draco demanded. "I'm not just going to stop okay! Mom's gone! She left, she made it clear! An opportunity is at your damn door-- TAKE IT!" Scorpius said making Draco let out a long sigh. "I am going to kill my son." Draco sighed. "It is not that easy." You said to him. "Both of you are single and near each other, how is this not easy--" "Because the damage has been done Scorpius." You said earning looks from everyone. You sighed. "Class dismissed." You sighed, this exhausted look on your face. "We have--" "CLASS. DISMISSED." you snapped. Your students left, leaving you alone with Draco.

"Your work is done why are you still here?" You asked. "I'm sorry I never told you." Draco said. You shook your head. "about what Draco?" You asked, this pained expression that honest to God broke this man's heart as you looked at him. "About Astoria... Father wanted me to cease contact with you after Astoria’s father agreed to the marriage." He explained. "I don't need to hear this Draco." You said, gripping the pager. "I should've told you, smoke signaled, God-- something." Draco said. "Just stop! Okay!" You begged. "Draco what happened, happened. The damage is done, I'm okay now-- Stop bringing this up!" You begged. "Y/n... I didn't want to leave you--" "Please." You whimpered. He saw those eyes, those painfully broken eyes. You were emotionally exhausted. "I'm sorry... I'll leave you be." He apologized. He walked to the door. "If I could change everything, I would." He said before leaving. You were left in an empty classroom, throwing everything off your desk and burying your face in your hands. Damn it. Damn it damn it damn it.

You ended up asking Mcgonagall for the week off, practically begging her. Considering you didn't even leave the school for holidays she allowed it. Draco was frustrated, Fred ending up being the substitute teacher. The students were concerned about all of this. You never took off. Ever. So why now? A week passed and you finally returned, a depressed state being clear. Everyone felt really sad looking at you. You looked so exhausted, you wouldn't even look in the same direction as the Medical wing. Scorpius felt guilty, knowing exactly what the cause of this was. You seemed to loathe having Draco in your classroom, making any talk of your love life off limits. Today was different though. Draco resorted to giving you a pain medication after a while so you wouldn't have to use the ointment. He walked in with a glass of water and a glass of the medication. "I have a question... It's personal." A student said. "Love life is off limits Claire." You said. "It's not about that, it's about a club you were in?" She asked. "Hmm?" You asked, drinking the disgusting medication. "Were you in chorus?" She asked. You nearly coughed it up and Draco was having a hard time not smiling. "Y-Yes I was." You muttered. "So you can sing?!" Another student asked. "Yes." Draco nodded. Everyone was giggling at this. "Were you in it Mister Draco?" A student asked. "Well--" "He wasn't." You coughed. "Ah. So he can't sing?" Scorpius asked. Draco gave him a "Really?" look. "No I never said that. I said he wasn't in chorus." You said before drinking the glass of water. "He plays piano though." You coughed out earning a smile from him. "And guitar." You added making him freeze. "Oh God. Oh God no." Draco winced. "If I could be anywhere" you hummed making him facepalm. "Make it stop." He groaned. "OH MY GOD YOU WROTE THAT SONG!?" Scorpius asked. Draco smacked his head onto your board and groaned against the wall. "I've been wondering why Rose hums that damn song! She said Fred taught it to her!" Scorpius said earning a snort from you. "I am going to kill Fred!" Draco groaned. "ROSE! SING IT WITH ME!" You shouted. "NO!"

"IF I HAD A PLANE, THEN WHERE WOULD I FLY TO!?" Rose said standing up and making the class erupt into laughter. "IF I HAD TO USE MY BRAIN FOR SOMETHING ELSE, TELL ME WHAT WOULD I DO?" You sang, wheezing through the lyrics as Draco was repeatedly smacking his head on the wall. "AND IF I HAD A STRANGE CONVERSATION WITH A LADY IN A WAITING ROOM ABOUT LEAVING ALL THIS DOOM AND GLOOM!" Scorpius screamed making his father practically die inside. The class was watching this disaster in front of them, laughing the entire time as you sang the lyrics off key. Draco watched you with a smile as you laughed. "Serenade us won't you?" You teased. He let out a long sigh, walking towards the door. "If I could be anywhere, I'd be there with you." He sang making you laugh and the class practically scream.

"TAKE MY CHANCES, FAKE MY GLANCES, WAKE THOSE ANSWERS ANYWHERE BUT" All of you sang laughing the entire time. You all were laughing so hard you couldn't finish the damn song and Draco shook his head. "I cannot believe you still remember that song." He said. "Fred sings it in the shop HORRIBLY all the time when you're brought up. He calls you guitar boy." You snorted making Draco shake his head. "who was the song for?" A student asked. Both of you froze and you coughed. "Off limits!" You coughed out, providing the students with a obvious answer in the response. "I wonder if we can introduce it to the chorus teacher--" "NO!" Draco said. "PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO IT!" you laughed. "Alright you-- I have plenty of embarrassing stories on you!" Draco said. "Psh. These kids already know my life story." You said, highfiving a kid. "Oh? So they know about the hair dye incident?" Draco asked. Your face dropped and he laughed. "Knew it." He said. "What's the hair dye incident!?" Scorpius asked. "I was quite the meddlesome child growing up. I would occasionally prank people and I decided to prank Y/n one day." Draco said. "Oh God no." You groaned. "So I swapped out her shampoo with hair dye. She had blue hair for a week." Draco said. "that doesn't sound so bad." A student said. "It gets worse." You whined. "she decided to get revenge and for a week and a half my hair was green." Draco said. "Well, we got crafty with each other and it seemed like with each new week one of us had a new hair color... And then I switched shampoos." Draco said. You groaned. "I accidentally dyed Snape's hair neon red." You said making the class nearly piss themselves. "it wasn't that bad." Draco said. "Not that bad-- Draco he looked like a raggedy Ann doll for two weeks!" You said making the class die of laughter. "Did you two get into trouble a lot?" Scorpius asked. "Welllllllll" you said. "Not exactly." Draco said. "Not for pranking necessarily." You coughed. "Oh my God." Rose snorted, catching your drift. "Wha-- OHHHHHH." Scorpius gasped making both of you glare at him. "...You two have been caught shagging!?" A kid asked making you nearly scream and Draco choke on air. "HAVE A NICE DAY GUYS!" you said dismissing the class. You laughed and shook your head. "I cannot believe you still remember that song." Draco said. You chuckled. "You wrote it for me... Was it good? Meh. Not bad for a fourth year. But of course I remember it." You said finally. Draco smiled. "Our conversation... Last time... I'm sorry if I hurt you." He said. You sighed and looked up. "...It still hurts Draco. To hear about this. But I can't change the past." You said softly. "I can't ignore it either, your son is in my class." You shrugged. Draco swallowed and walked back to your desk, picking up the glasses. ".... I miss you." Draco said softly making you halt. "Draco..." You swallowed hard and turned back to him. He was closer, this exhausted look resting on his face. "Draco I...." You let out a long shaking breath. "When you weren't here I almost went insane... I didn't realize how much I missed you until you were gone-- Y/n I don't want to leave you, not again." He said. Your next set of students started shuffling in and you cut your attention away.

You never addressed that conversation, afraid that you'd say the wrong thing. Your burn on your arm was thankfully nearly healed. Draco walked in. "Today's the day." He said. "Last sip of this disgusting shit! Wooh!" You said making the students laugh. "And the last time I'll have to change the bandages." He chuckled. You downed the last glass and coughed. "God that is horrible, it's like doing shots at Fleur's wedding all over again." You coughed making Draco snort. "ooohhh Miss Y/n, you drank?" A student teased. "I deal with your asses all day, yes I drink." You said making the class laugh. "I drink to forget--" "But I always remember." You and Draco said, making each other laugh. Scorpius sighed. He just wanted to see his two favorite people happy. This was the last week of school, something had to be done. Draco switched the bandages and you turned back to the chalk board once he was finished, writing something down. Panic set in watching his dad leave and Scorpius stood up making a noise as his chair scooted back. You turned around. "....Scorpius if you start quoting 'The Dead poets society' I'm leaving..." you said. "Dad loves you." Scorpius said making you nearly drop the chalk and Draco frowned. "Scorpius what in God's name are you doing!?" Draco asked. "I can't take it anymore! You haven't stopped talking about each other, I know you love her so would ONE OF YOU JUST SAY SOMETHING!?" Scorpius said. You swallowed hard and looked at Draco. "You're not correcting him?" You asked. "He's not lying." Draco answered making the entire class hold their breath. "I can't do this." You breathed. "Y/n I've already told you my opinions." He said. "Your emotions are running high, you've got to be delusional--" "Y/n." "or something because I can't just pretend like almost thirteen years haven't passed and--" "Y/n." Draco said, walking forward. "I can't keep waiting on you to answer Draco! I can't keep waiting for you to just show up and make things better because you can't!" You said as Draco stood in front of you. "Do you really think this will work, after all of these years, that we can make this work, that we can help each other heal and that I'll just cry in your arms and let you love me!?" You asked. "You don't have to cry." Draco said, holding your cheek. "Oh yes I do." You whimpered before Draco finally kissed you making everyone lose their shit. "FINALLY!" Scorpius breathed, sitting back down. He pulled away, looking in your eyes, brushing away the tears. "I'm not going anywhere Y/n." He whispered, looking in your eyes. You sniffed a couple of times and Draco did something you never thought would happen. He pulled out a ring. "OH. MY. GOD." Rose gasped. "Draco--" "Y/n, will you do the honor--" "Have you actually lost your mind?" "of being my wife--" "You've finally lost it haven't you!?" "because you're already my soulmate?" He asked. You let out shaking breaths. "Did you just walk around with that thing in your pocket!?" You asked. "I brought it with me when I found out I was going to be working with you." He said making a few students coo. You let out a long breath. "You're insane." You breathed. "If I remember correctly, you said you liked crazy." Draco reminded. You cracked a smile through the tears and you nodded. "Yes you fumbling idiot!" You said. "YES! HOLY SHIT THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG!" Scorpius said making you laugh as you hugged Draco.

You two got married that summer, Scorpius being happy and taking FULL credit for being the reason you two were now together. Molly was SOBBING the entire time at the wedding, watching you two finally be together after all of these years. Even Snape had a hard time hiding a smile as you were with Draco. You two ended up having another child, Artemis Wisteria Malfoy. Scorpius adored his little sister too, loving you as his mother. You were so much happier in the class room, smiling every day. You finally answered the burning question of that the hell your Patronus was, proving even further that you were happier.

Draco leaned against a doorway watching you read to Scorpius and Artemis, a beautiful smile on your face as you did. You laughed at one of the lines in the book, making Scorpius and Artemis laugh in the process. You finally noticed Draco and smiled, him sitting next to you as he picked up your hand and kissed it, watching you laugh and smile. This was love. This was pure incandescent love and he wouldn't trade this for anything.

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The Adventures of Team Lune - Chapter Three: The Tale of Two Kitties

Summary: A dragon slayer, a demon slayer, and a god slayer walk into a Guild Hall… and all goes to hell

Pairings: Natsu x Fem OC, Gajeel x Fem OC, Gray x Fem OC, Sting x Fem OC, Laxus x Fem OC, Loke x Fem OC

Word Count: 2,817

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“How long are we talking about?” Gajeel quipped as Calypso poured the Jasmine tea into two matching mugs.

“Well, I should probably start with how Team Lune was formed-”

“I just wanna know about Astria’s damn cat.”

“That’s the thing, she’s not just Ria’s cat. Opal just likes Ria the best.” Calypso smiled softly to the gruff dragon slayer as she placed his mug in front of him before taking her seat.

“Thank you.” He mumbled before picking up the pale pink mug and blowing on its hot contents. “How’d you join the guild and meet them then?”

“Oh, the wolves set me free after mastering my magic and I just kinda stumbled into the guild hall.” Gajeel almost choked on his tea at her statement.

“Wolves?”

“Yeah, the only way you can learn Moon magic is from this one eternal wolf pack. Like how you, Ria, and Natsu were trained by dragons. Funny enough, because of my training, I also have a good sense of smell and hearing. My nose isn’t as strong as my ears are though.”

“Just like we do,” Gajeel mumbled, more so to himself than to anyone else. The plumette across from him simply nodded before taking a sip of her tea. “How’d you end up with the wolves?” Calypso’s eyes dropped to her hands as she began to play with her fingers.

“I don’t know much more than what Leto told me. Apparently, my mother was killed, there was a battle, maybe even a war – all I know is that our home was destroyed. My mother was a student of the wolves when she was a kid, so she left me with them while she fought.”

“Leto, is that your wolf?”

“Hmm, in a sense yes. She’s the pack leader. I have the same loyalty to her and my pack as you dragon slayers have to your respective dragons.” After a momentary pause to drink more tea, the mage continued. “Ria came to the guild with Natsu, and May was found outside the Guild’s doors as a newborn. For the longest time, Ria stuck to Natsu and May was oddly drawn to Mystogan. Both were very shy – all of us were as kids. I became friends with Cana, the two of us would go on the jobs Master approved of. The three of us never really became close until Mystogan left on an S-Class quest. Master demanded that May stay back, that was a dark day. This strong kid that I always looked up to just, broke.” Gajeel kept his eyes on Calypso as her eyebrows drawn together as she focused on the cup in her hands.

“Master eventually got tired of May’s attitude and moodiness. He decided to take Ria away from Natsu and me away from Cana. Without telling any of us, he sent us out individually to the same job. We all left mere hours apart no less, none of us caught on until we all showed up at the same door for the requested meeting time. It was a simple job – just to find a lost item. Gramps figured we could find it easy. Between mine and Ria’s tracking skills and May’s all-around bossiness – it was done by nightfall. We’ve been together ever since.”

“Thats nice and all, but I only want to know about the cat.” Gajeel grumbled before finishing his tea.

“A good story is informative and well rounded. It’s a form of art and in this house, you’ll respect it.” She quipped back; her eyes flicked up to meet his in a demanding stare down.

“What are you going to do if I don’t?” He matched her intense glare as the words left his lips. A sinister smirk spread across Calypso's face, sending a slight shiver down the Iron Dragon Slayer’s spine.

“Well, for starters, you wouldn’t ever make it out of this house. What happens after that – probably a few broken ribs, lots of chains, and maybe a whip.” She broke eye contact with him as an almost undetectable trace of blush speckled her face. Gajeel’s trained eyes picked up on it quickly, before a faint blush appeared on his own face after her words sunk in. The slight silence became unbearable for Calypso, her hands began to fidget with her mug once more.

“We got Opal as a reward from a quest. It was weird – they gave us this light pink egg with silver and black sparkles and swirls on it. None of us had any clue what to do with it. When we got back to the guild, we found out Natsu and Lisanna had found one in the forest as well. Ria, May and I joined them in the woods to hatch the eggs. Well, whenever May was actually around the five of us kept the two eggs warm – that was really Natsu’s specialty.” As Calypso spoke and reminisced, a smile stayed on her lips. A small laugh escaped her as she thought more on the story before continuing.

“I was no help at all, and the others realized that pretty quickly. They put me in charge of gathering firewood and food. I mostly just avoided the place; they were holed up in the same woods my wolves are usually in too. So, I just hung around them more than anything. After about two weeks, Happy and Opal’s eggs hatched. They’ve been with us and a part of the guild since.”

Before either of them could get another word in, the front door opened, and three voices could be heard. Calypso’s face lit up as her friends had arrived home, her tea and Gajeel completely forgotten. Gajeel looked past the plumette and out the kitchen window, the sky was pitch black.

“I didn’t realize it was this late, I'll head out.” His gruff voice brought Calypso’s attention back to him.

“Huh?” She asked before whipping around and looking out the window. Pieces of plum-colored locks fell from her bun, framing her face as she turned back to face him. “Sorry about that, I rambled on for too long. I’ll probably have to cook for the others, do you want to stay for dinner?”

“Depends on what you’re cooking,” Gajeel said as he got up from the table, Calypso followed suit and walked behind him towards the front door. Opal was resting in Astria’s arms as the three of them chatted in the living room.

“Hey Gajeel!” Astria called out with a wave.

“Thanks for holding down the fort, Gajeel.” Natsu offered a small grin, as he turned to Calypso. “So, what’s for dinner?”

“Noodles and chicken thighs.” Calypso offered a shrug in response.

“I’ll see you four at the guild.” He turned to Calypso and gave he a gentle pat on the head. “See you later brat.” Gajeel headed out the door as Calypso’s face turned bright red.

“Wait, so you aren’t staying?” The plumette looked offended for a swift second, before her composure regained.

“Nah, I forgot I was going to train tonight since the weathers gonna be alright, since it’s supposed to rain tomorrow.” Gajeel grinned before slipping out the door and past Natsu. “Did you two have a date? Are we interrupting?” Astria pouted momentarily, before the mocking tone dripped through her second question. “He likes herrr!” Happy’s snarky comment broke the short pause. “It was nothing like that!” Calypso paused before biting back at her friend, “Did you and Natsu go on a date?” This caused the light blue haired dragon slayer to blush just as heavily as Calypso was. Astria waved her hands in the air as a way to dismiss Calypso’s question. “Hey! We were training!” The pink haired dragon slayer crossed his arms over his chest before huffing. “Aye Sir! We were training really hard Calypso!” Happy shouted along. “No yelling in the house! Indoor voices!” Opal folded her arms, before snuggling against Astria’s leg. “Lucy stopped us from training anymore for the night.” “I see, did you guys do that much damage?” “No... Not really...” Astria mumbled, patting Opal on the head softly. Opal offered a small smile in return before simply nodded, “It was some hefty damage, but it was a remote forest.” “Yeah, that sounds like you two. Dinner will be ready in half an hour, go wash up, you all smell disgusting.” Calypso offered a small grin, suppressing the disappointment that she wouldn’t have her company tonight.

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The guild hall was filled with noise, booze and the heavenly scent of food – even at 8 in the morning. Astria, and Calypso sat at a table closer to the bar, all still with sleep in their eyes.

“Do you think I can grab a drink with breakfast?” Calypso asked her teammate.

“Calypso Lunar. No!” Astria scolded the oldest member as Gray and Loke took up seats at their table.

“May still hasn’t come back and I’m worried. I need something to take the edge off. What about a splash of something in my coffee? That should be fine right?”

“Okay Cana.” Gray teased the plumette, causing Astria to choke on her water.

“Hey man, leave my Caly alone.” Loke said as he threw his arm around her shoulder. “Both her and Cana are hot and have huge boobs, if they wanna drink this early in the morning we shouldn’t stop them. Why you ask? Because us hot blooded men benefit from it in the long run. Especially since they both tend to strip when they drink a lot.”

“If you’re so worried about May, why don’t you just go look for her?” Gray asked the two mages. The two women in question just shared a look and nodded once before turning back to him.

“She’s seemed stressed since she’s come back from her mission. We want to give her some breathing room and not harass her about it. She’ll tell us when she’s ready too” Astria sighed before turning away from the guys and letting her eyes wonder around the guild hall.

“That makes sense at least. How long has she been gone?” The slight worry in the ice mages voice caught Calypso and Loke’s attention. Both had a devious smile cross their lips and a dark look tinted their features.

“Awwww is ice boy worried about my May?”

“I think he is Caly. He’s worried about a hot young woman who’s kicked his ass time and time again. What’s the score now Gray? 132 to 0?” Loke added on, poking fun at his tsundere of a friend. Gray scoffed at the two before leaning back and crossing his arms. Before he could give his own witty remark back, the guild hall doors opened. A cross-breeze of wind carried the familiar scent to the Dragon Slayer’s nose.

“Hey Caly, May’s back.” Astria pointed out as she kept her eyes on their short blonde friend. Caly’s head whipped around and saw her make her way over to them. “She looks unharmed which is good.”

“Her stomach just rumbled; I'll flag Mira down.” Calypso added as she waved over to the white-haired barmaid.

“Hey guys, what can I get you?” Mira asked in her usual joy-filled tone.

“Two breakfast specials, a thing of smoked salmon, and three extra strong coffees. Can you put something in one of them for me?” Calypso ordered easily, with her being the oldest of the three she always took care of the others.

“Of course! I’ll be back with the drinks soon.” She walked back to her spot behind the bar as May finally arrived at the table.

“Hey...” The blonde spoke softly before taking the empty seat next to Calypso and across from Opal. Before the other two could speak, May pulled out two flyers from her pocket and showed them to her teammates. “The two of you should join the Miss Fairy Tail pageant. You guys have a better chance of taking home the gold if there's more than one of youse.”

“Jason’s a judge so I’m guaranteed top three.” Calypso said as she looked over the paper she snatched from May.

“Didn’t he judge last year too, and Mira still won?” Gray snipped to get back at her from earlier. Loke and Calypso stared daggers at the ice mage.

“Don’t listen to him. He’s ugly and unlovable, while you’re sexy and powerful. Which to be fair, is the best combo in a woman.” Loke complimented Calypso as her face continued to darken.

“I’ll skin you both alive if either of you continue to speak.”

“And on that note, I’ll be leaving.” Loke took his leave from the table, leaving Calypso’s death glare to Gray.

“All I have to do is whistle, and I can have a pack of wolves maul you to death.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah I know. You need a new threat Calypso; you’ve used that one too many times already.” As Gray spoke, Mira silently placed the drinks on the table for the three women and scurried away. She valued her life too much to get between the bickering mages.

“Probably as much as you take your clothes off.” Astria added as she shoved the ice mage away from her in a playful manner.

“As the leader of Team Lune, I need you all to behave while we’re at the guild.” Opal said sarcastically. “Yes, I’m so sorry, oh great master Opal.” May said as the three mages bowed to the light pink feline.

“What the actual fuck is your team?” Gray asked with scrunched eyebrows. In a split second, May was behind Gray as her palms were placed on both of his ears, applying a light pressure as she looked to her friends. “Speak like that again and I’ll blow you up so badly they’ll be piecing you back together for weeks.” Gray hunched back a bit at her words, before sighing. “Yeah yeah, whatever,” he let out with a huff.

“And we’ll feed your body parts to my wolves.” Calypso added with a smug smile.

“Do you not feed them? Isn’t that animal cruelty?”

“I do feed them, they just like people meat. And they like it fresh too.”

“You need psychological help.”

“Everyone in this guild does.” Astria added to as she was looking over Mays shoulder at her pink haired best friend.

“Open your mouth again and see what happens ice stripper.” May threatened once more.

“I’ll be taking my leave now too.” Gray sighed as he pushed the chair back and left the table. Mira made her way back to the table with breakfast as May took Gray’s seat.

“Enjoy Ladies!” Mira called as she turned and headed back.

“So, to confirm – you two are joining the pageant and we’re going on this job.” May stated as she cut into her food.

“Job?” Calypso and Astria asked in unison.

“Oh yeah I forgot to explain that since ice box interrupted us. It’s a simple one for 100,000 jewels. We just need to capture a bandit, so it’ll take us what, an hour at most? Easy money.” May explained as Calypso downed her alcoholic coffee.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine. When do we leave?”

“Give me two hours to drink a bit more and nap.” Calypso stated as she let out a yawn.

“You can nap on the train.” Opal spoke softly as she snacked on her salmon.

“This is why you’re in charge!” The three mages said in unison to the cat.

“Does it have to be a train though? Can’t we fly?” Astria asked with sadness in her voice.

“Opal can’t carry all three of us Ria.” May stated softly as she picked at her breakfast. The four sat in silence for a few seconds before Calypso spoke up.

“I’m gonna go threaten Gajeel. Do we think I can convince him to let me braid his hair?” Calypso asked as she stood up from the table.

“Maybe if you challenge him to something and use it as your prize.” Astria pitched to the plum haired mage.

“Say less.” Calypso sauntered over to where Cana, Gajeel and Juvia were seated and sat next to her best friend.

“So, uhhh. May I'm not going on a train so you’re on your own. I love you!” Astria said as she skipped out off with Opal following behind.

“Well then, I see how it is.” May spoke to no one before letting out a sigh. She silently continued to eat her meal before heading out on her now solo job. As she continued to pick at her food, she looked over to her friends – Caly was shoving a beer in Gajeel’s hand with a smile on her face. While Ria was happily sitting across from Natsu and Happy with Opal in her lap. The four of them were laughing happily as May sat by herself. They really would be okay without me, May thought to herself with another silent sigh.

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Voluptas Noctis Aeternae {Part 3.7}

*Severus Snape x OC*

Summary: It is the year 1983 when the ordinary life of Robin Mitchell takes a drastic turn: she is accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Despite the struggles of being a muggle-born in Slytherin, she soon discovers her passion for Potions, and even manages the impossible: gaining the favor of Severus Snape. Throughout the years, Robin finds that the not quite so ordinary Potions Professor goes from being a brooding stranger to being more than she had ever deemed possible. An ally, a mentor, a friend... and eventually, the person she loves the most. Through adventure, prophecies and the little struggles of daily life in a castle full of mysteries, Robin chooses a path for herself, an unlikely friendship blossoms into something more, and two people abandoned by the world can finally find a home.

General warnings: professor x student (however no underage romance), blood, violence, trauma, neglectful families, bullying, cursing

Words: 5.7k

Read Part 1.1 here! All Parts can be found on the Masterlist!

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Neither of them said a word, not even for wishing the other a happy new year, nor however did they make any move to leave. Eventually the noise made way for the silence again, and they were still sitting in their respective archways. Somehow Robin didn't want to be the first to go, even though she was starting to feel cold. But cold was usual, and comfortable was rare. A true feeling of comfort, at least. Especially now that Snape didn't come to the classroom in the evenings anymore. Robin frowned to herself upon the thought; when had his presence become something she enjoyed so much? For more than just the possibility of learning something, namely as in experiencing actual joy in having him around? She didn't know. It didn't matter. He was the only truly bearable person around, that probably was enough of a reason to appreciate his company.

"Your teeth are chattering." His statement finally brought Robin back to the real world, and she realized with a start that he was right.

"Uh, yeah, well… sorry. I should probably… go back inside." She said and got up, out of the arch, to shake out her frozen limbs. A few seconds later she started towards the dungeons indeed, and after another few he was walking next to her.

"If you have another second of your time to spare, I would like to give something to you." He finally said after a moment of just walking in the same silence they had been sharing for the past hour.

"Uh, certainly…" She replied with a small frown, and seeing as he made no attempt to stop walking towards the dungeons whatsoever, she simply let him lead the way.

"Wait here." He ordered once they reached the door to the laboratory, and Robin complied with the same frown on her face that she's been wearing for the past few minutes. As he disappeared into the room and closed the door behind himself, Robin leaned against the opposite wall and enjoyed the darkness around her. It was funny how she'd never actually used a spell for lighting up the hallways at night, when the candles were unlit, but always had thought that she could see well enough. Many of the Slytherins actually had gotten so used to the darkness of the dungeons that whenever someone used a lumos down here, it was almost always either a first year or someone from another house. That fact just seemed amusing to Robin right then, and she found herself smiling into the darkness even as the door was opened again.

"What, pray tell, is humoring you quite that much?" He asked doubtfully, the very second he seemed to notice Robin's amusement even as he stood next to her in the hallway again.

"Oh, just the darkness, professor…" Robin replied with another smirk, but then turned her entire attention back to him as he handed her a blank but closed envelope.

"Open it in private." He ordered in a pointed statement, but then continued normally. "As it turned out, your suggestion was indeed best fit for the circumstance… however I will not say any more on the issue."

Robin didn't know what he was talking about, but she took the envelope and held onto it for dear life anyway, purely on instinct. She did that with anything that seemed even remotely important to her these days… had done so ever since the incident with her backpack in early October.

"Alright…" Her voice was more of a whisper than a real statement, for no other reason than that she didn't know what to say in the first place, since he had made it clear that he would not give her any further information. Seems like she would just have to open the envelope and see what's inside… her skin crawled at the thought, stuck somewhere between anxiety and excitement.

"Happy new year, Miss Mitchell." He said after a moment of merely looking at her in the darkness, with another unreadable expression that made Robin wonder even more what was in that envelope.

"Happy new year to you too." She replied with a small smile, then both of them headed their ways without another word.

The very moment Robin stepped into her room, having it to herself for the moment just like last year, she lit the fire in the oven and jumped onto her bed after shedding her jackets and shoes in lightning speed. Then she held the envelope in her hands again, heart beating frantically, and finally opened it with the utmost care. The first thing that fell into her hands was a small note, and she went to read it immediately in the hopes to make some sense of this situation at last.

‘Over the course of the last weeks I have taken precautions to ensure that it is not destroyed, but can never be used again. Yet, it would be unwise to keep it in my possession in its entirety, so I am giving half of it to you now, for you are the only one who can know. Keep it safe.’

Slowly Robin was starting to understand what was going on, what all this was about… but once she took the second piece of parchment out of the envelope, there was no doubt. Snape had given her half of their project, instead of destroying it. That's what he'd meant when he'd said her suggestion had been the best choice!!! Bloody hell… He had actually listened to her stupid idea! And now he was giving half of the greatest discovery of the century to her for safekeeping. Robin's lips parted as she stared at the tiny piece of parchment in her hand. It had been shrunken down to the size of little more than a fingernail, the letters not even readable as they floated over the page like a snowstorm. But it was unmistakably the same page they had restored a month ago. Well, half of it at least.

As Robin moved to take off her necklace with the locket on it in order to place the precious piece of parchment inside, she wondered why on earth he would have chosen to give it to her. Out of all the people, there… oh. She was the only person other than him who knew about the potion's existence, and she was the only one who could know in return. That's what he'd meant, and that's why he had given it to her. Admittedly, he also could have kept it to himself, or hidden the parts without having her in the picture at all... But he hadn't. He's had the choice, and he had chosen to give it to her. Robin felt unbelievably proud of that, and stunned beyond words as she tied the locket back around her neck. She would keep it safe, as part of her promise to keep their secret. As a piece of proof that she deserved his trust.

Professor Snape had given her the best Christmas present she had ever received, and somehow, Robin found great delight in the fact that he would deny it to the very end.

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Whenever things went too well for an extended period of time at Hogwarts, Robin had learned to grow suspicious. In this instance, everything between the start of the new year and the beginning of April had been such a period of time. She had indeed been able to join the 'care of magical creatures' class, had spent every night in the potions classroom working on assignments or private studies, sometimes with and sometimes without Professor Snape being present, and not once had she been bothered by any of her peers or teachers. Really, it was highly suspicious. But one single class in the middle of April brought a sudden change to that, be it for the better or –more likely– for the worse.

It was Wednesday afternoon, one of those days when every ounce of concentration was hard to come by, and unfortunately also the time of day for Robin's defense against the dark arts class. The first surprise had come when the students had entered the room to find it cleared of all tables. Instead, right in the middle of the room, there stood a huge chest with a large lock on it. That… was odd.

Robin set her backpack down in the back of the class like they all were instructed to, and couldn't help wondering what Professor Morgan was up to today. He'd been suspiciously indifferent to Robin all year long, and somehow she rather hoped that this wouldn't change now. A few minutes later and the riddle came to an end: they would be getting some practical experience for once! Morgan seemed rather pleased with himself as he explained the task… the chest held a boggart, a creature which transformed into the darkest fears of whoever faced it, and today the class was to learn how to defend themselves against it. Individually.

Robin already couldn't stand the task from the very second it was explained. She had read about boggarts, of course, and she wasn't all too concerned about facing one, but she wasn't all too fond of the idea of everyone in class seeing what she was most afraid of either. The thing was… she had absolutely no idea what she was most afraid of. Sure, there was a huge array of things she was scared of, but she had no idea which one was the worst fear of them all. There literally were a million things that scared her, but not one she wanted anyone to know about.

Professor Morgan did a quick demonstration of how to use the riddikulus spell, while however –so Robin noticed immediately– he refrained from actually facing the boggart himself. Maybe he was too scared of giving his own fears away, or he knew that he might as well fail at even such a simple task; who knew… Then he had the students line up in a long row in front of the chest. Robin tried to stand as far in the back as she could, in the hope that maybe classtime would be over before it was her turn to go against the creature. She really wasn't looking forward to finding out what her worst fear was, especially not at the same time as her classmates and Professor Morgan did.

For a good while, Robin quietly observed what the other kids were scared of… A lot of snakes and spiders, some clowns and scary dolls, but also some more substantial things like murder or disease. The latter were particularly unpleasant to watch, as they gave Robin some serious chills and only furthered the churning of her stomach and the anxiety that she hid under her neutral facade as always. What on earth could be her own worst fear? Loss? Failure? Disappointing people she cared about? She really had no idea, but the more students successfully ridiculed the boggart, the closer she got to finding out.

Time indeed wasn't on her side today, and before long the person in front of her in line had successfully ridiculed the boggart to a dog with a sunflower as a head. Really, what a curious imagination some people had… Robin forced away every ounce of anxiety and wonder as she was up next, and drew her wand as she took on a defensive stance. To hell with this, she'd fought Professor Morgan and the Whomping Willow… there was nobody and nothing that could shock her now. She had rid her mind of fear, and every other emotion that could possibly be used by the boggart, so really, what was there to be scared of?

The sunflower dog looked up at Robin with kind eyes, panting quietly while Robin waited for it to change. A few seconds ticked by, people started whispering, and Robin took a step closer to the boggart. She held its intense gaze and put her entire focus on it, and yet it refused to change… she surely wasn't afraid of a cute little dog with a sunflower head! The whispering behind her grew louder, and Professor Morgan said something to address the class, but Robin's heartbeat drowned it out in her own ears entirely. If the dog didn't change soon, she would just-...

Then, in that moment, it did take on its form at last. The room fell silent but for a few quiet gasps, and Robin's lips parted as she stared at the new form the boggart had taken on… She stared at herself. Her very own eyes, not even an arm's length away, her very own body entirely. A few chuckles in the rows of students behind her, a few new whispers. But Robin only frowned as she stared at herself in confusion. She wasn't afraid of herself! The boggart must be wrong. And yet, when the boggart-Robin took a step towards the real one, the latter took an immediate step backwards in return. There was something in her own eyes that was eerie, something hollow, something ineffably dark. Boggart-Robin drew her wand and pointed it at the real Robin with a wicked smile that left the real Robin breathless, thoughtless even.

"Damn it, Mitchell, react for heaven's sake!" Professor Morgan's angry yell reached her through the thick fog in her mind, and the real Robin lifted her wand as well, in a weakly defiant attempt to fight her… it… this.

But her own eyes simply wouldn't let her go, the dark abyss behind them trapping her like an inescapable prison. She heard herself speaking the spell, but she didn't know which one of her it was that spoke. There wasn't a difference anymore, she was both of them and neither. She was falling into a bottomless abyss. In a last vain attempt to protect herself from her other self by any means, the thing that was her more than itself now, she thought of its lifeless body, splintering, like the mirror she had become, her own one, and tried the spell another time, any spell, anything. But the abysmal nothing had greeted her as one of its own already, and she became part of the darkness within herself. Darkness, but not her own.

… … …

Voices… distant sound. A small murmur of broken speech. More words… more voices.

"You should leave."

"Whatever for?"

"You have no business being here in the first place."

"But you do?"

"She is my student."

"As she is mine…"

"What is it that you did to help, then?"

"Could you two be so kind and discuss this elsewhere?!" A third voice snapped, and Robin felt a sharp pain in her mind as she slowly came to. So the talking hadn't been a dream…

"Bloody hell…" She groaned under her breath in return, and all three voices died down immediately. Her eyes fluttered open, and she once more stared at the ceiling of the infirmary. Oh damnit… not again. At least it was lit by daylight for once.

"Oh, good, she's alive…"

Robin knew that voice, that feigned cheerfulness… She turned her head and blinked for a moment until the figures standing in the aisle between the beds regained some sharpness. Yup, undoubtedly, that comment had come from Professor Morgan. Honestly, Robin had expected nothing less than sarcasm and pretense from him at any point. But… what exactly had gotten her here again? She'd just been in class, and now…

"In that case, I will excuse myself… It is nearly dinnertime." Morgan said in a shallow positivity and Robin saw the blurry figure that was him leaving the scene. Good, he was going away… that could only make things better, really.

"Are you experiencing any sickness or dizziness?" Madam Pomfrey's voice on the other side of the bed drew Robin's attention to her.

"No… I'm just…" Robin moved to reply, distracted by her constantly sharpening vision that now allowed her to see that she'd merely been placed on top of a bed. That could only mean that it hadn't been long! But what had gotten her here in the first place? Oh gosh, that blackness… that boggart, the abyss… How did she feel? Not good, suddenly, not good at all. Panicked, anxious, drained, unsafe. Robin sat up abruptly, her eyes finding the matron at the end of the bed. "I-I'm totally okay, it's absolutely nothing, I'm very good. Just… fainted. A little. Can I go now please?" Her heart was pounding in her chest all too painfully, and she actually felt terrified… but why?

"Any headaches?" The woman asked again, completely ignoring Robin's pleas.

"No! I'm okay!"

"Cramping in any muscles?"

Robin rolled her eyes, and had to forcefully bite down the desperate wish to give in to the flight instinct. "I. Am. Fine." If she let on any of these weird symptoms now, she would never get out of here. For some odd reason, she felt absolutely desperate to leave.

"What is your assessment, professor?" The matron asked with a glance to somewhere off to the side, and as Robin's eyes followed her line of vision, she almost jumped visibly indeed. She knew that the other voice had been familiar as well! But… what was he doing here? Sure, Morgan's presence had somewhat made sense, seeing as Robin had fainted in his class, but Snape? Why was he here?

For a few seconds Robin held his piercing gaze, and with every single one she found herself more and more unable to keep up her neutral facade. The anxiety, the wish to run, it was getting the upper hand. Why did Madam Pomfrey ask for his assessment? What was going on?

"I believe there is nothing that would warrant Miss Mitchell's stay in the hospital wing." He finally replied, and a second later Robin had already jumped off the bed and was getting ready to run without running.

"Thank you, for your… help with… whatever happened to me." She sputtered as she summoned her backpack with a wordless accio, before turning around and making her way out of the room as quickly as dignity would allow. That was rather rude, Robin knew that, but she also couldn't help it.

Once outside of the infirmary, she got no further than to the end of the hallway before a hand on her shoulder stopped her in her haste abruptly. Robin yelped, the surprise causing the tension within her collapse like a card house, and she could barely blink away the tears that welled up in her eyes in return.

"We should go for a walk." Snape said before Robin could apologise for her previous mode of exit, and she found herself merely able to nod. His hand stayed on her shoulder as he led her out of the castle unseen by another and in mutual silence, through hallways and doors Robin didn't even know existed, until at last they arrived under the grey sky that showed the first signs of dusk. Only then he released her from his grasp, and oddly enough Robin immediately missed his hand on her shoulder once it had disappeared.

But she was away from everyone in the castle, outside under the open sky, and that finally allowed her poor heart to calm down bit by bit. For a while they followed a small path, still without a word, and Robin eventually felt like herself again. Almost… content. Especially when they arrived by the shore of the black lake, which really did look like a silver coated blackness now, in the fading light of day.

"You certainly have a talent for getting yourself into trouble." That was the first thing he said after half an hour of silence, and Robin let out a helpless chuckle in return. He was absolutely right, she did have a talent for ending up in some kind of trouble, while yet she never did anything to deserve it. Other than being who she was, that is.

"I apologise, repeatedly and profoundly." She sighed in return. "But I honestly don't even know what it is that I did this time. Or why they had to bother you with it. Or why I felt desperately inclined to get away from the infirmary."

"I can answer the first two questions. The answer to the third however, while I was well aware of the fact from the moment you woke up, shall remain as much a riddle to me as it is to you."

"You knew I had to get out of there?"

"It was hard to miss."

"Is that why you said they could let me go?"

"Yes. And seeing as a change of scenery has indeed seemed to calm your urge to flee, I would say my assessment was correct."

"Thank you…" Robin sighed again, and walked along the shoreline at the exact spot where water met pebble. An odd little quirk she had picked up over time. "So, you said you could answer the first two questions…?"

"How much of what happened do you remember?"

"Well, I know that we were in class with Morgan, ridiculing a boggart all afternoon… he actually did a dreadful job at teaching us how to defeat it, if you ask me… anyway, I remember that when it was my turn to have a try with it, the stupid thing just didn't change for the longest time. Only after a while it did, and then… I believe it changed into myself." Robin paused for a moment as she frowned to herself and dug her hands deeper into her pockets. "Is that even possible? Or did I faint before that and simply dreamt the whole thing?"

"You did not faint." He replied calmly, factually, as he walked next to Robin at a slower pace now to adapt to the conversation. "And neither did you dream."

"Then what happened?"

"To Professor Morgan it appeared that the boggart took on your very own appearance indeed. As far as he can tell, you cast the wrong spell to fight it, which caused you to lose consciousness."

"That sounds like such a vaguely useless description only Morgan would give." Robin groaned in annoyance as she frowned down at the moving waterline next to her shoes. "I may not know what exactly happened, but I'm absolutely certain that it wasn't as easy as that."

"It wasn't."

"Huh?" Her eyes snapped back up to Snape in mild irritation, as she wondered what he meant by that. He hadn't even been there, how would he know?

"Do you seriously believe I would have gotten involved if it was merely for a student fainting over a boggart?"

"Well, no… that's why I was so surprised to see you there when I woke up in the first place." Robin shrugged, but kept looking at him for an answer. "But why did you get involved, professor?"

"My assistance was requested, seeing as nobody else could determine what exactly it was that had happened to you. Based on Morgan's observation, you should merely have fainted, 'like girls occasionally do', as he put it..."

"I most definitely did not!" Robin rolled her eyes, but she was well aware that those were Morgan's words indeed. Snape's dismissive sarcasm was a rather precise indicator of that.

"That is what I told them. The spell you cast affected the boggart as much as it affected yourself, thus the spell's effect is what caused your… surrender to unconsciousness."

"Like a mirror?" Robin wondered before he could go on with his explanation. Yup, she was definitely feeling like herself again if she could succumb to curiosity. "Seeing as it and I… were reflections of each other, that would only make sense."

"Precisely like a mirror, Miss Mitchell." He seemed rather pleased with her conclusion, if the not-smirk was anything to go by. "Maybe they should let you teach Professor Morgan's class, seeing as he did not only fail to come to this conclusion, but also refused to understand it once it was explained to him. There are houseplants with more mental capacity than that man possesses."

Now that was certainly the most direct bashing of the defense against the dark arts teacher Robin had ever heard from Snape, or anyone really, and she couldn't help grinning to herself. It was true, after all… Morgan was an idiot for all she knew.

"Anyhow, my involvement in the issue resulted out of the sole fact that nobody could tell what spell you had cast, seeing as nobody had heard you saying a single word in the first place." Snape continued after a few seconds, clearly trying to pretend that the previous row of insults hadn't happened. Robin did him the favor and went along with it, seeing as the new information she was getting captured her attention anyway.

"But… I heard myself speaking." She frowned at the path ahead as they left the shore behind and grew more and more enclosed by woods now. "I mean, I don't know what spell I used either, actually… I can't recall if the boggart-me attacked me first or if I was the one attacking… It kind of swims together in my head." While that was entirely true, the memory of the hollow darkness in her own eyes still caused her to shiver, and the wicked smile on her lips made her blood freeze.

"It never made an attempt to attack you. You and the boggart stood frozen on the spot for multiple minutes, from what I heard." His reply barely registered in Robin's mind for a moment, but once it did, she didn't understand any of it.

"But… I saw it coming at me! I… I saw myself fighting myself! It grinned and… and raised her… its wand to attack me! Or did I? Gods, this is just complete madness." She groaned to herself and hid her face in her hands for a moment. Why the heck was she her own worst fear?! What was that supposed to mean?

"It is quite complex, I have to admit." He mused, sounding like he was also trying to make sense of it, but still he did not sound even remotely as confused as Robin was.

That's when another one of those lightnings of insight struck her mind, and she looked up at her professor with a start. "How did you know what spell I used if nobody heard me saying it? I mean obviously you must've found out what happened and how to undo it, seeing as I'm fine and taking an evening stroll with you."

For once it was Snape who carefully avoided Robin's eyes as he replied. "Everyone saw how you stared at yourself as if in a trace, and yet nobody understands what happened between you and the boggart. They saw no spell, and they saw nothing to fear. I was asked to look into your mind to make sense of it in order for them to help you." Going by both his tone and expression, he expected Robin to be angry about his violation of her privacy, even if it had only been meant to help her. Wait, did he actually feel concerned about angering her? That was surprisingly considerate… and yet Robin wasn't surprised at all. She knew that he wasn't indifferent to her well-being, he'd proven that often enough.

Admittedly, Robin did feel like her heart dropped into her stomach for a moment, then jumped up into her throat, and finally settled for a fast and steady beat in its rightful place. But she wasn't angry. Not at all, actually. "What… exactly did you see in my mind, professor?"

"You used a peculiar kind of petrifying spell, which I believe would indeed have worked to stun a boggart, under different circumstances. It could be undone fairly quickly with the correct procedure."

"That's… good to know. But it's not what I meant." Robin looked up at him with an expression that hopefully said more than her words did, for she didn't know how to actually put into words what she wanted to know.

"What did you mean, then?"

Robin sighed and rolled her eyes to herself in sheer dread of having to ask, then stopped in her sauntering and turned to face him straight on. "Did you… did you see what happened to me before the spell?"

"Yes."

Robin's eyes widened ever so slightly, and her heart skipped a beat. "Did you understand any of it at all?"

His expression fell into a scowl immediately. "What kind of pathetic question is that?"

"Sorry!!! Sorry… I really didn't intend for it to sound so rude, and it probably came out all wrong in the first place." She apologised immediately, her face a mixture of regret and worry. "It's just…"

"Do go on."

"But it's pathetic indeed." She reasoned with his own words, but when he rolled his eyes and waited for her to go on in feigned annoyance, she complied. Somehow, she didn't mind that he knew about her deepest fear. Not that she's had much of a choice in that, but going by his words, neither had he. Someone's had to go into her mind to help her, and she was glad that it had been him. Maybe, he could help her make sense of it now. "It's just that I myself didn't understand it, sir. I have no idea what the boggart believed to be my deepest fear for it to turn into myself, and even thinking that it was myself I was afraid of leaves me no wiser."

"I merely saw what you saw, Miss Mitchell, and I felt what you felt. That is how it works. I cannot see more than you know, but I can draw my own conclusions out of it."

Now that was news to Robin… Snape had taught her quite a bit about occlumency, but legilimency in return had never been a part of that. If he had seen what she had, then maybe… "So you saw the… eyes?"

"I see your eyes every day, Miss Mitchell, that is hardly new to me."

His statement left her with an odd tingling on her skin that wasn't even all that unpleasant, but she ignored it for now. There were more burning matters. "Do they really look like that?" Once he raised an eyebrow at her in that annoyed, questioning urgency, Robin rolled her eyes against her better judgement and added, "I mean… do they really hold that-"

"Empty darkness?" He prompted, but didn't wait for a reply before answering in return. "No. They don't."

Robin let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, then closed her eyes for a moment in relief and turned away from him towards the lake in the growing distance. It was slowly getting too dark to see that far. Why had it been such an unknown burden to her that she might actually look like the boggart's version of her? Why was it such a relief to know that she didn't, in fact, look that dark, or insane, or empty? Maybe she was her own worst fear indeed… what lay in her mind without her knowing, what she could become if she wasn't careful. But yet, she wasn't like that version of her she had seen. She believed Snape in that. Without taking her eyes off the barely visible shoreline between the trees, she felt the need to address something else she's had on her mind for the last minutes. "I… apologise that my actions put you in a situation where you had to look into my mind without my explicit permission."

"That is an odd thing to apologise for, seeing as it was your thoughts and memories I had to look into. Yet I do not believe that you are at fault for what happened today."

"But neither are you, sir."

As the silence took over once more after Robin's statement had faded into the evening, she turned back to see that Snape was looking at her in return, not with the scowl she had expected but in almost curious consideration. But he did not say a thing.

"Thank you for taking the time to go for a walk with me." Robin finally spoke up again. "I really appreciate that it was you who helped me make sense of this. And to be honest I also doubt that anyone else would even have been able to."

"That makes two of us." Snape replied with a not-smirk that for once was fairly obvious. "There hardly would have been another person who has even a remote understanding of the true complexity of the issue."

"Maybe it's better like that…" Robin sighed, as they started making their way back towards the castle. "I mean… how boring would it have been if my worst fear was anything short of absolutely confusing and ineffable? That would be so… ordinary." She actually heard something like a badly suppressed snort coming from the professor to her right upon her words, and that made her smile.

"Actually, I believe you are inherently incapable of being ordinary." He replied in that perfectly neutral tone again, in absolute seriousness with maybe the tiniest hint of humour shining through, and Robin simply had to laugh brightly in return, while a new wave of tingles ran from her head all the way to her toes. (A curious feeling, really…)

Maybe they could take walks like this more often. It was delightful, entertaining, calming with just the two of them... He'd probably find that rather dreadful, wouldn't he? Robin had no idea.

But right then he looked almost content as he walked up the hill towards the castle, through the impending darkness and comfortable silence, consciously staying next to Robin despite her being slower than he probably fancied.

The afternoon had brought a lot of bad for Robin, with the very likely possibility that she would be severely mocked for the incident, but it had at least led to one of the nicest walks she'd ever gone on, and maybe that might just be worth it. In her mind, it definitely was.

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snakeboistan · 4 years ago

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When He Sees Me

Pairing: Karmagisa + mentioned Maeiso

So this is basically a sequel of this where Karma meets florist!Nagisa

I was listening to ‘When He Sees Me’ from Waitress when I was writing this so yeah...

Maehara and Fuwa stood behind the counter, completely ignoring their work as they watched Nagisa pace about the shop, their heads moving backwards and forwards in unison as the blunette walked to and fro from one side of the large room to the other, wringing his hands and mumbling under his breath.

“You alright there, Nagisa?” Maehara asked, amber eyes still trained on his frantic-looking coworker slash friend, “you know it’s not that big of a deal, right?”

Nagisa paused, swivelling in place so that he could give the blond an incredulous look. He repeated, hands flying everywhere, “Not a big deal?! This is the biggest deal ever! Karma is coming in ten minutes to take me on a date - a date - and you’re saying that it’s not that big of a deal?!”

“Calm down, Nagisa,” Fuwa said, as if she didn’t transform into a squealing volcano when she found out that the redhead customer that Nagisa had hit it off with that fateful day had asked the petite pigtailed boy on a date to a local sushi chain and then proceeded to glomp said unsuspecting petite pigtailed boy into a hug as she rattled on about how she was ‘so proud of him’ and that ‘all I’m asking for is to be your maid of honour’, “it’s not like he hasn’t asked you out before. I mean the two of you went to see that Sonic Ninja movie the other day.”

“That’s completely different,” Nagisa exclaimed, “we went to a movie theatre - where you sit in the dark for the majority of the time - to watch a movie that we were too immersed in to actually have a conversation. And then we only spoke for about five minutes before I had to leave because mum called. Now we’ll be in a public area where all of his attention will be trained on me.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Maehara inquired, ignoring the quiet hiss of ‘vile madwoman’ that seemed to escape Fuwa’s mouth at the mention of Nagisa’s mother, “I mean speaking to each other and getting to know each other is one of the best parts of dating.”

“You’d know all about dating,” Fuwa smirked, “wouldn’t you, Womaniser?”

“Former Womaniser,” Maehara shot back in offense, “I’ll have you know that since dating Isogai, I have become a changed man.”

“I sure hope so,” Fuwa retorted, pointing a threatening finger at the blond’s face, “I swear to god Maehara, if you hurt that lovely Prince Charming of a barista I will hunt you down and end you in ways so bad that not even Ranpo Edogawa would be able to find your body or discover what happened to you.”

“Fuwa, if I ever do end up hurting Isogai, you have my permission to end me in any way you wish.”

“Guys!” Nagisa yelled, “can we get back to my crisis, please? I mean I’ve never been on a date before so I wouldn’t even know what to expect.”

“But isn’t that exciting?” Fuwa encouraged, her dark and threatening expression had completely been replaced by her usual starry-eyed adoration of anything that remotely resembled one of her beloved shojou mangas, “finding out everything you possibly could about the other, staring into each other’s eyes as you uncover the depths of their soul as you feel yourself falling more and more in love with each other.”

They both looked at her as she began swooning with daze.

Maehara raised an eyebrow, “where do you come up with this stuff?”

Fuwa shrugged, “it’s not my fault that you two happen to have meet-cutes that are literal shojou material. I mean come on: we’re all florists and Maehara’s boyfriend works in a coffee shop. At this point, I just hope that I don’t get dismissed as a mere side character.”

“That makes even less sense.”

“It’s just - just so scary,” Nagisa confessed, head hanging low as he began twiddling with his fingers, “I don’t really know that much about him apart from that he likes the same franchise as me. And that he’s super smart. It’s just so new that I have no idea what to do. I-I like to stick with the things I know, you know, try to minimise the areas where I can make mistakes. When things turn into some big guessing game and you lose control of the situation, things can turn ugly, trust me on that.”

“But it isn’t a complete guessing game,” Fuwa said, “you know that you like him and that he likes you.”

“What if he doesn’t?” Nagisa argued, “what if he only likes whatever version of me that he thought he saw that day we first met? What if tonight, during our date, he realises that he made a terrible mistake and that I’m really not whatever he thought I was that interested him? What if he’s disappointed when he knows what I’m really like?”

“Hey, hey, Nagisa,” Fuwa consoled. In the midst of the male’s anxiety-driven panic, she had walked towards him and now had the palms of her hands laying flat on his shoulders, their firm grips grounding him in an attempt to prevent him from proceeding further with his emotional tangent, “calm down. You’re getting worked up over nothing. Remember he asked you out

“But what if there’s something wrong with him?” Nagisa gasped as a new idea dawned on him, “I mean come on, have you met me? I’m not much of a catch and I’m certainly not that interesting. What if - what if he’s some sadistic psychopath that is only asking me out to lure me away into an abandoned alley and then kill me so that he can sell my organs in the black market or something? He could’ve planned this moment from the first day we saw each other. Oh my god, I knew I was being too reckless.”

“Holy hell, man,” Maehara rolled his eyes, “I can’t believe I’m saying this because you’re like the most chill person I know but you’re acting worse than Fuwa. You really need to reel back on those crime dramas - not everyone’s some crazy unsub from Criminal Minds. He’s a high schooler just like us. I really don’t think he’s planning on killing you.”

“You never know,” Nagisa shot back, “I mean with the TV shows and current media we’ve got nowadays anything’s possible. He could be some sort of heartless sadist. He - he.”

Nagisa cut himself off when his eyes caught onto the bunches of sunflowers that stood proudly next to the pink cala lilies by the window. Walking up to them, he carefully picked one up and gently traced the circumference of the disk florets, his mouth curling upwards at the memory of Karma entering the store the next day.

“I got your bouquet,” he had said, blushing furiously at the wide grin on the other’s face.

“Really?” Karma asked, “I didn’t get a text so I thought it might have been misplaced.”

“I don’t really text people I don’t know that well.”

“Hmm, I see. Well, what if I told you three things about myself? Would that be enough for us to have a textual relationship?”

Nagisa’s blush deepened, both at the redhead’s words and at the way his heart seemed to beat faster. The redhead placed his elbows on the counter and leaned forward, “what kind of three things?”

“Well, one, I want to study Economics in University so that I can become a bureaucrat. Two, I wasn’t kidding about the offer to the movies. Or with maths. Or about those flowers because Asano’s face was the funniest thing I saw all week. And three, I think that you really know your flowers.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“It’s just what I meant when I sent you that bouquet with the forget-me-nots,” Karma smiled, “there’s just something about you that’s pretty unforgettable.”

“He could be the most amazing person I’ve ever met,” Nagisa whispered, “which is weird because I’ve never felt like this about someone. Especially not someone I barely know.”

“But Nagisa,” Fuwa said, “you’re like really good at reading and analysing people so shouldn’t you trust your instincts. They’ve never been wrong before, right?”

“I don’t know. He’s just so amazing and smart and brilliant and he makes me feel things I can’t even explain even though we’ve only known each other for like a week and he’s like a straight A student and I’m just barely passing my tests. I’m not used to not understanding my feelings and I’m just so scared that I’ll drive him away. He’s funny and knows how to make me laugh and I feel like - I don’t know - like I don’t need to be scared. I barely know him but I want to know more and there may be a chance that he does too but what if when he knows more he doesn’t want to know more anymore. When you’re on a date you’re supposed to be open, but what if the only way I can be open is if I get broken and then he realises that I’m a complete mess and by that time it’s too late to put me back together,” he tucked the bright yellow flower back into the basket with the rest of its species, “I always look at things rationally, I try to get as much information as possible but right now everything seems irrational and I don’t know what to do.”

Fuwa walked up to him and pivoted him around so that she could stare right into his eyes, “you be yourself. Your usual kind, loving amazing self that me and Maehara and Sugino and everyone else knows and loves. You go there and you have fun and if Karma suddenly develops insanity and realises that he doesn’t like you - which will not happen by the way - then I will kick his redheaded butt, you hear me. I’ll even steal one of Sugino’s baseball bats so that I can beat him to death, if you want.”

“I’ll help,” Maehara piped up, “so will Isogai and Yada and Kurahashi and everyone else at The Busy Bean.”

“Wait,” Nagisa turned to him, “the coffee shop knows about this?!”

“Yep,” Maehara nodded with no hint of shame, “they were interested in their favourite customer’s love life and I was only too happy to provide. They ship you guys by the way but will kill Karma if he decides to hurt you.”

“You know what,” Nagisa shook his head, “I’m not even going to question it.”

“Just have fun,” Fuwa reiterated, brushing his shoulders, “you’ll be fine.”

“Looks like you calmed down on time,” Maehara quipped, “because I see a little silhouetto of a man.”

Nagisa and Fuwa turned their heads towards the giant transparent double doors to see Karma sauntering up to the store whilst texting on his phone. Readying himself, Nagisa took a few deep breaths before straightening himself and walking towards the front of the counter. With a look behind him so that he could see his coworkers’ thumbs up, he stared straight at the door as he waited for it to open. The bell rang as Karma walked in.

“Hey, Nagisa.”

“Uhh, hi, Karma.”

“So, you ready for dinner?”

“I sure am.”

And so the two of them left the store, side by side.

Fuwa turned to the boy beside her, wiping away a fake tear, “Ahh, they grow up so fast.”

“They sure do.”

“We should go follow them.”

“Fuwa, no.”

“Fuwa, yes.”

#assassination classroom #karmagisa #shiota nagisa #nagisa shiota #maehara hiroto #hiroto maehara #fuwa yuzuki #yuzuki fuwa #akabane karma #karma akabane #my writing

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asterekmess · 4 years ago

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S3A - E4

Alrighty, here we go. Maybe I’ll get a little less fired up this time.

Be Kind, Read More’s (I’m bad at puns or jokes.)

Thoughts:

So, I get that they’re trying to amp up Scott becoming an Alpha or whatever, but I just really hate the concept of dogs needing to know “who the alpha is.” It’s a really harmful myth that leads to a lot of frustration for owners and a lot of fear for their dogs. I actually recommend anyone with a dog, or thinking of getting a dog to look at this video to understand how huge a myth that whole Dominance thing is. He explains it better than I ever could. That also doesn’t work in the show, since we know that all werewolves have sway over dogs. Derek does it like a fucking pro in S1 (Yeah, he scares the dogs, but it’s entirely controlled. The dog didn’t freak until he wanted it to.)

Woooow, Scott actually working at his job? That’s new!

Deaton, mistletoe is poisonous to anyone. Wtf are you on about “to the dog, and you too.” literally everyone is poisoned by mistletoe.

Is this a reference to a movie or something? IT’s so fucking creepy and gross, him sticking his hand under the dumpster and getting bit. And what’s with the whispering??? JENNIFER did you bite someone? WTF? Also, he literally can’t get any closer, dumbass. He’s on his knees right up against the dumpster.

I hate this woman. This show I think has a lot of issues with actual foreshadowing and making villains appear earlier in the show. Like, they knew Jennifer was going to be the villain. So what was all this extra shit? All the random clips of her grading papers and getting spooked walking down the halls of the school. She’s literally committing murder every single night and is far scarier than even werewolves, even without the extra powers. Showing us this stuff directly contradicts her being the villain. I can’t tell if they thought we as an audience were too smart and we’d figure out she was the villain, so they had to cover their tracks extra hard bc we all know that plot twists should only ever happen when it makes no sense, or if they thought we were too dumb to notice that they didn’t put any effort into her character until she starts being actively creepy.

I hate this. I hate all of it. I’m disgusted and nauseous just fucking watching this, knowing that Derek isn’t fucking choosing to do any of this. He’s literally under a spell that’s making him worry about her, because she wants an Alpha guard dog.

I’m also gonna point out that since the show hadn’t told us that Derek was being controlled yet, they were trying to show Derek being interested in Jennifer and trying to make Jennifer someone Derek would be interested in. In order to do that, they made her jumpy, suspicious, anxious, and over-talkative. And crazy smart. With brown hair. Just saying.

The Crucible? Dude, you started the class on The Heart of Darkness literally last Wednesday. Chapters 1-3 weren’t due till last Friday. Why can’t this show fucking make up its mind?

Aannnnd here we go. Love watching Scott laugh about something that he knows Stiles is absolutely terrified by, seeing as Heather DIED. God, if you want Scott to look funny, can you not make him make jokes about something that’s getting people killed and traumatizing his best friend? Jesus.

I...I feel the need to point out that Stiles jumped exactly the same way Jennifer did like two seconds ago....just saying.

Honestly, I like that this Danny did this, not just to fuck with Stiles (in a non-sexy way) but also to try and subtly point out that he can hear them talking about virgin sacrifices. Maybe keep it down boys?

As much as I hate this shaky camera, slow-mo to fast-mo stuff, it’s still so much better than the CGI/Green Screen. Just, so much.

Boys, stop sticking your tongues out while running, you’re gonna bite them off and that shit doesn’t grow back. Also, I wanna give Isaac props here for managing to keep up with Alphas. Speedy Boi. AND, did you notice the look on his face before he ran after them? TOTALLY different from the look on his face before he attacked Cora in the woods. Not play time, kill time.

Those are...those are also not wolf sounds. At least I know Cora wasn’t a sexist thing? Seriously, wolves sound terrifying enough on their own, no need to add in the lion--wait didn’t I read that they don’t use lions roars most of the time, they use tigers instead? Whatever. NO need for the cat noises. I get it for the actual roaring stuff, but the snarls can be wolfy, can’t they?

How long did they have to stand there waiting for the cops to arrive? THe whole class is just standing around in a crowd? You know, I’d believe it, honestly I don’t think Finstock would think to make them go back to the school. He’s not great at the adulting thing.

How--How did Kyle’s girlfriend know? She’s not on the track team, is she?

I hate this whole “He’s got a point” thing. Stiles admitted that he agreed the Alphas were connected somehow but his reasoning is perfectly sound. Are you seriously telling me that Scott didn’t talk to Deaton about this? We can assume he did, because it’s Scott and he tells Deaton Everything. But that means Deaton DIDN’T tell him what he knew, openly lying to him. And none of that should matter anyway, because Stiles is Scott’s best friend. It is not too much to ask for him to just believe Stiles. In fact, it’s pretty fucking basic friendship stuff.

ALSO I hate that Isaac appears to give zero fucks about Erica. “They killed that kid, they killed the girl that saved me” But no mention of Erica? Or of how they imprisoned erica and boyd for four months? No mention of his own pack members? Seriously?

Hi cora. Hi derek. I really really wish you were going to be a reprieve from the bullshit of the rest of the episode so far, but instead you’re going to break my heart by refusing to give me even the slightest hint at Derek and Cora giving any kind of fucks about each other and finding out that the sibling they thought was dead is not dead. Nothing. We get absolutely Nothing. I don’t even get to see where the FUCK Cora got the exercise clothes from? Did they go shopping? did they go find her bag of clothes that got left in a building somewhere when she was taken? Huh? SOMETHING?

I’m just so...disappointed, and it’s definitely not directed at Derek.

Also, Derek, your alarm sucks ass if it only tells you that someone’s at your place once they’re outside the door.

I’m gonna be honest, Derek does need to work on his ranged combat. He’s all about the up close and personal, our boy needs a quarterstaff or something. Maybe a bat?

Sup duke? I hate your guts.

Sup Harris? I hate your guts too.

I don’t--I don’t even wanna talk about this scene with the twins. I just...what the absolute fuck? Those kids need so much therapy. I just feel ill. Also stop with the making werewolves masochists for some reason! Stop it! It’s boring and dumb!

I literally refuse to believe any of that had plot relevance. I think the twins are just being assholes for the fun of it. That is so convoluted in so many ways.

Other than the really really overdone British villain trope thing, I literally have nothing to say about this scene. Other than, you know, the part where Derek outright refuses to kill his pack even with a fucking PIPE through his CHEST, yet somehow we’re meant to believe that he wanted to kill them on the full moon even when he had no proof that they’d hurt anyone? Love that logic. Yah. Uh huh. Side note: why do I even like this show? Side Side note: It’s cus’ Derek and Stiles and Cora and Isaac and Boyd and Erica and Lydia are all fucking awesome. Honestly, Allison too. And Danny. And Jackson. And Kira when she comes in. Even Malia has potential

Isaac, honey, you have claustrophobia and that’s a legitimate medical concern that Harris would need to make adjustments for.

HI BOYD. I MISSED YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOD. Thanks for stabbing me in the heart with that friend comment. My everything hurts now. I love you. Also, bye, cus’ you don’t come back for the entire rest of the episode. awesome.

Is it even remotely okay for the school to make students handle chemicals and fuck with the janitor’s stuff/do custodial work? Like, detention is detention and the school/Harris has no business using the students for free labor.

Fucking pathetic. I hate this stupid Alpha command thing. I hate this whole plotline and no I’m NOT going to stop complaining about it any time soon. It’s stupid as fuck.

Stiles how do you expect Lydia to know about this shit when no one fucking talks to her except you??? SEE? YOU SEE? THAT is how you use humor in a tense situation!

Lydia, Stiles is human.

Please stop with the sexual tension, it’s pissing me off. Allison fired over a dozen arrows into Erica and Boyd, then help her grandfather kidnap and torture them and sliced Isaac to ribbons. I’m not done being mad at her, and Isaac Damn Well shouldn’t be either.

Okay WHAT? Since when is English the last class of the day? It was their first class an episode ago! What the fuck are you talking about? and WHY are you writing “Great Expectations” on the board!!???? Even if The Crucible was for a different class you’re STILL ON HEART OF DARKNESS.

I just-I get that they’re teenagers, but that’s seriously the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen and even though Allison’s still pretty high on my shit list at the mo, she’s way too smart not to know that this is stupid as fuck. Just because the Alphas are being stupid doesn’t mean you PISS THEM OFF. Nothing you just did HELPED at ALL. You didn’t Hinder them or Weaken them or ANYTHING. You just played a stupid ass prank???

So...Stiles has a free period in the last period of the day? When no one else does? Yet somehow he’s in all their classes AND we SAW him AND LYDIA in Scott and Allison’s English class? ALSO the twins are Miraculously now in the English class as well, even though they weren’t there on the FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL??? WHat the FUCK This is a show about HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS and you can’t be fucked to actually get their stupid fucking Schedule right? The same with the full moon. The two things that should always be consistent are the FULL MOONS for the WEREWOLVES and the SCHOOL SCHEDULE for the STUDENTS. You spend hours of episode planning time on making outfits and references to horror movies, but you can’t get A SIMPLE FUCKING TIMELINE right?

I know Stiles hasn’t talked to Deaton all that much so far in the show, but this is a really weirdly long introduction to him asking Deaton for info, when I honestly expected him to just push in and say, “HEY, so how about those human sacrifices, huh? You keeping something from us again?”

I hate them cutting up these scenes so much. Derek’s effectively been pinned to the ground for an entire school day at this point.

Actually, this little speech of Duke’s is where I got a huge headcanon for the show about how truly monstrous Duke and the rest of the Alphas are. He says he didn’t know that killing your own Beta adds their power to yours. But, shouldn’t that be like a really well known thing in this werewolf world of horrific murders and “Rite of passage, into his pack” mentality that the show seems insistent on showing us? Instead, I think that Duke is actually like he says he is. The Demon Wolf. He’s a fucking demon and all werewolves know it, because he and his pack are disgusting and twisted enough to kill their own pack. I firmly believe, beyond all reason because fuck this show, that Alphas have a biological imperative to protect their pack, to keep them safe and happy and provide for them. That the reason no Alphas really knew about what happens when you kill your own Beta is because no one ever would. It’s the most taboo, horrific thing a werewolf can do, harming their own pack. Their own family.

STOP TOUCHING PEOPLE’s FACES. ESPECIALLY DEREK’S.

I love Derek’s line so much. “You’re a fanatic.” Like. Yes. Completely shutting him down. That was so good.

Also, Duke. you literally just said “You’ll get to know me.” and now you’re mad because “Know me? You’ve never seen anything like me.” I wish someone would just pick him up by the scruff and toss him out a window.

What’s with the sudden lightning? and why is the thunder happening at the same time?

I have literally had the fifteen minute rule held over my head so many times. We once got locked outside our orchestra room for fifteen-minutes and one of the secretaries from the front office had to let us in, and then they had to send us a sub teacher because ours was sick but even though she called in, they’d hadn’t bothered to call the sub yet. the fifteen minute rule doesn’t exist, and I wish so fucking badly that it did. PLUS. I thought School was OVER????

Stiles, you should know better. The Celts were accused of human sacrifice by the Romans, who were trying to demonize them and take over their land. (which is pointless, since the Romans participated in tons of human sacrifice, even if they didn’t explicitly call it that. Anybody heard of the fucking Colosseum?) Plus, there isn’t any actual evidence that isn’t from extremely biased Latin texts that indicates the Celts performing human sacrifices as religious rites. You’re right though, cus’ the show does pull a lot from the concept of Celtic Druids. It just does it horrifically badly and completely misconstrues them by using the modern myth of the druids rather than the historical reality of them. I was a classics major, with an obsession on Druidic practices. Fight me about it.

Thank you Stiles, for calling Deaton out. Also, what does Deaton mean ten years? He was the Hale emissary six years ago. Jesus christ, this isn’t hard.

I hate to say it, but that is correct, Deaton. Druids were philosphers and scholars. That’s because Druid was a SOCIAL CLASS not a JOB. They didn’t believe they were “keeping the world in balance’ but they believed the world was MADE UP of balances. The Celts didn’t believe in letting people die for the sake of “maintaining the balance.” Their social structure was based on equality between the sexes and community ownership (a bit like socialism, it’s actually why the Romans hated them so much, they represented the exact opposite of Roman Ideals of hierarchy and private ownership with the male head of family in charge) But I digress. My bad.

Cue the dropbox ad

So what’s with the chanting? There wasn’t chanting when Heather was taken? Or Emily? Is the method of abduction supposed to be different for every group?

Ooooh, Dell school computers. Did they lose their Mac contract?

Oh Look! It’s the consequences of your actions!

They have so much time to react and do something to keep the boys from merging while they’re busy taking their dumb shirts off.

For the record, Druid is not the gaelic word for “wise oak”. It’s generally accepted to mean “oaken knowledge” or, less literally, “the one whose knowledge is great” (since oak was considered to signify greatness). But those are just semantics and I’m not as bothered by it. I’m MORE bothered by the use of the word “Darach” which does NOT mean Dark oak. “ach” is an Irish suffix meaning “Belonging to” and Darach is an NAME, as in like Emily or Janice, it’s a Name not a title. One that means “belonging to the oak” (actually, it’s masculine, so it would mean “Son of oak”). Scottish Gaelic and Irish are still real languages and you mistranslating things and taking words from their already incredibly oppressed and abused culture is really fucking annoying. So, uh. yeah. Listen, this is one of my few areas where I know anything so I had to complain about it. I get that it’s just a show. I really do. But it’s my post, so meh. Also, you bet your ass I have opinions on the concept of a Nemeton as well. But that’s not for now.

I find it kinda hilarious that none of the names on those papers had last names. Tom. Terry. Tim P. almost has a last name.

and now we break my fucking heart. Actually, first I wanna give this show some props for once. The music they use for this season is very drum based, very repetitive, and it really helps with the ritualistic vibe they seem to be going for. The chanting, etc. I worry about what they pulled that stuff from, cus’ if it’s from actual religions that’s fucking dicey, but the atmosphere is good.

NOW we break my fucking heart. Fucking fuck. It hurts, especially knowing that Isaac already had one flashback today. And then they have to go and add anger to my turmoil by having him go to SCOTT. Fuck scott. I fucking hate this.

Bye Harris. No, wait, I have questions. So Harris helped Jennifer somehow. By...what, helping her fake her identity? Was he her reference for getting the job at the school? Or did he help her with the killings, by finding her students/teachers who fit the bill? When he says “They’ll figure you out” is he talking about the cops or the wolves? Does he know about the supernatural? If he does, does that mean that he knew who Kate was when she found him in that bar? Bye Harris.

Last Thoughts: I’ll give this episode props. It had sunlight in it. Uh...I honestly can’t think of anything else I enjoyed. This shit, this shit is why people write fanfiction. These mistakes with the timeline and the schedule and the character’s whose personalities flip back and forth at random? The refusal to acknowledge trauma and deal with it appropriately? I honestly don’t even know how to feel about the show selling this Derek/Jennifer romance to us and then revealing at the end that he was under a literal spell the whole time. That he had sex with her while under the influence of her magic. That these oh so brief moments where we actually get to see Derek smiling and joking and see a hint at his personality and his intelligence and maybe even his past, they’re all forced on him. It’s all a trick. He has sex with her while he’s incapable of giving consent. It’s fucking rape, shown on-screen. And the show portrayed this as romantic, for the sake of their stupid fucking plot twist. We were encouraged to like this relationship because we didn’t know he was being Controlled. Ugh. Bleh. Plus there’s the whole thing where once again Stiles is being ignored and Lydia has no clue what’s going on, and Deaton is hiding things from everyone and Boyd is barely a character. And Allison’s behavior is never dealt with, and Scott is just...Scott. This is why I make changes.

#personal #rape: tw #anti-scott mccall #TeenWolf-Rewatch

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emcon-imagines · 4 years ago

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Part of a pride-themed series of headcanons I’m doing! this one goes out to all my trans sisters out there! f jk rowling, you all are so special and magical and belong with us!!

You come out to them one late night in the Gryffindor common room when it’s quiet and you all are sitting around the fire, having one of those deep midnight conversations

Hermione is absolutely obsessed with the name you choose, especially if you went with one with a rich history in the wizarding world, something that really felt “you”

Ron is immediately like “Oh, yeah, that makes sense, you definitely look more like a y/n anyways. You know how people look like their names?”

They now see you as a witch almost immediately. It doesn’t change how they feel about you. Harry’s almost like “damn, well we love you no matter what-- still down to take down some Death Eaters later?”

But obviously, they're also there for the harder conversations and the times where you feel lost or tired or worried about the future

Hermione recruiting Ginny to help you two when you go shopping in Hogsmeade to update your wardrobe.

She’s also the first to start up a girl gang of close friends at Hogwarts so that you have a team of fellow gals who have your back

Other students don’t even think of messing with it- the girl gang is filled with some of the fiercest witches at Hogwarts, there are even a few Slytherins that join the ranks

Also, just girls nights joking around with Hermione and Ginny and a few of the other Gryffindor witches, trying to magically dye someone’s hair, laughing about something funny that happened in class that afternoon, sneaking snacks from the kitchens, coming up with a hundred conspiracies about why Snape is The Way He Is and what other creatures Hagrid might know about in the Forbidden Forest

Hermione glad that she has another friend in the girls’ dormitory now. She was always jealous of Ron and Harry sharing a dorm together.

Yeah, don’t worry about those stairs, you have no problem moving into the girls’ dormitory because you are a girl! The stairs are magic and they know that.

When you come out to Luna, she (very quickly) makes you a pair of radish earrings because she believes every woman should have them to keep the Nargles away.

Getting ready with Hermione and Ginny before the Yule Ball and Ginny helping you and Hermione with make up

If you chose to medically transition, there are a ton of magical resources, and Hermione is quick to find them all for you. Sometimes you catch her doing reading for you when she’s done with her homework

If you’re feeling dysphoric, the trio is always quick to be there for you, even if it’s just finding something fun to do to take your mind off of it

Ginny, Harry, and Ron love to take you down to the Quidditch pitch and just fly around / goof off to help distract you

Weekend tea at Hagrid’s hut, especially on chilly mornings in the fall

MRS. WEASLEY KNITS YOU A WEASLEY SWEATER WITH YOUR NEW INITIALS ON IT

Professor McGonagall would also probably take you under her wing and make sure you felt safe + comfortable at school. She’s very practical and no-nonsense about the whole thing, taking it all in stride, as part of her duties as the Gryffindor Head of House.

And if anyone said anything remotely mean, God, she’d swoop in so fast and put them in their place

If your guardians back home aren’t supportive, Ron and Hermione immediately open up their homes for the summer and holidays, and even McGonagall checks in to make sure you have a place where you feel safe and can be yourself

The trio is super understanding and kind, letting you open up at your own pace and supporting the decisions you make

Hermione wants to offer a ton of practical help, and Ron is super lighthearted and chill about it, Harry’s is always there to listen and encourage you

#harry potter #headcanons #harry potter headcanon #the golden trio #harry potter x reader #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader #ron weasley #ron weasley x reader #ginny weasley x reader #ginny weasley #luna lovegood #luna lovegood x reader #minerva mcgonagall #minerva mcgonagall x reader #pride 2020

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nijiirorhyme · 4 years ago

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NaruMitsu/WrightWorth Fic: Lights, Camera, Action! Chapter 3

NaruMitsu/WrightWorth Fic: Lights, Camera, Action!

Fandom: Ace Attorney

Ship: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey/Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma

Warnings: None

Tags:Alternate Universe - Actors, Other Additional Tags to be Added, More characters to be added

Description: Rookie actor Phoenix Wright can not believe his luck as he scores his first major acting role in one of the most anticipated movies of the year. But, what was better than starring in one of the most anticipated films of the year? Starring in one of the most anticipated films of this year with famous actor Miles Edgeworth.

A Wrightworth acting au where two dorks (eventually) fall in love!

Chapter 3/?

Alternatively, it can be read here!

Text below cut!

October 5th 1:05pm

Cafe Aroma

It finally made sense to Phoenix. As he was staring at the two of them chatting in their own little world along with the light blush that appeared on Franziska’s face, the strings that Maya pulled were actually the heart strings of the young manager.

‘Who would have thought…’ Phoenix brought his hot cup of coffee to his mouth, gingerly taking a sip before setting it back down. Phoenix casted his gaze at the man that sat across from him. He wished that the two of them could talk as animatedly as the other pair did.

The cafe Maya chose for the four of them to meet at was one she often frequented, Cafe Aroma. In fact, she went there so often that the majority of the employees would recognize Maya’s vibrant voice the moment she walked through the door with the little jingle of the overhead bell. It was a short distance away from the studio-- about a ten minute walk from the front gate. And it was because of this distance that it would be no uncommon feat if one saw a celebrity here. The first thing one would notice when opening the door was the warm and rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. The entire cafe gave off a very intimate atmosphere, further accentuated by the warm, cozy array of colours that painted the entire place; the dark cocoa brown wooden panels that hugged the bottom portion of the walls paired with a lighter-- almost beige shade that filled in the space above it. Above each black stained table with the exception of the widow seats that faced outward towards the street, several abstract paintings aligned the walls, most of them too abstract for Phoenix to even tell what they were. From the dim lighting, to the warm comforting atmosphere, one could stay here for hours while listening to the soft piano they played over the speakers.

All of that was nice and all, but what really got Phoenix’s attention were their cinnamon sugar donuts. Seriously, paired with their signature blend, they were amazing.

Taking a bite of the fried pastry, Phoenix dusted his crumbs off on his pants before trying to engage in small talk with the man. “So,” he awkwardly laughed, scratching the back of his head like he usually did when he was nervous. “This cafe’s nice, isn’t it?”

“Quite.” Edgeworth responded in a deadpanned tone, taking a sip from his own mug, one filled with tea instead of coffee.

Phoenix took another sip in hopes that it would dispel the awkward atmosphere from the two before attempting to strike up a conversation once more, “So… How long have you been acting?” He asked, which he instantly regretted right after because he already knew the answer. He inwardly cringed at himself, ‘Nice going, Phoenix. You just had to ask.’

Edgeworth paused momentarily, giving his answer a thought before he spoke. “I can’t quite remember, but I started sometime when I was six.”

Phoenix was pleasantly surprised at the honest response. It seemed that Edgeworth truly had a passion for the art that he put the majority of his life into. He couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes softened as it looked like he was reminiscing upon the several memories he had created throughout his career. Phoenix made a mental note, talking about acting was the way to get Edgeworth to speak to him. After all, they both had it in common seeing how it was both of their livelihoods (though one was more successful than the other).

“Wow, you must’ve acted in a lot of movies, huh…” Phoenix trailed off, when suddenly another question popped into his head. He wanted to keep the conversation going as much as he could, even if it meant he sounded a little bit like an interviewer. “What was your favourite movie to work on?”

A pause once more, followed by an answer. “There are several movies that I’ve enjoyed working on, but the one I particularly liked working on was The School of Dreams.”

“Oh! That’s one of my favourite movies! An oldie, but a classic. But funny you should say that because…” Phoenix stroked his chin. “I don’t remember you being in it…”

Edgeworth paused mid-motion as he was taking a sip from his mug. He set it down, pointing his eyes into one of the glares he had shot at Phoenix the moment they first met. Phoenix seemed to have offended him. “I was one of the main characters, Wright.”

Suddenly, it all came back to him. The grey hair, those stone grey eyes… How did he blank on such an important detail? It was one of the first movies he ever remembered watching. In fact, he could even recall the exact time in his life he watched it…

It was a Saturday afternoon in his sophomore year of high school. A sleepy Phoenix who had not a single clue what he was going to do after high school found himself alone at home that day. Sitting on the couch as he cradled a bowl of cereal and milk with one arm and held the TV remote in his other hand, he flipped it to any random channel he found, stopping when he saw the title of the movie pop up on the screen. Sure, he missed the opening of the movie, but there was at least the rest of the movie to enjoy-- and enjoy he did. As a young Phoenix continued to watch, he couldn’t help but notice how phenomenal the actor who looked to be the same age as him was. His eyes gravitated towards him, as if the young man on the screen shined the brightest in the movie. He knew nothing about acting and once it was done, all he could do was remain awestruck.

This movie revolved around a delinquent—played by the young Miles Edgeworth—who continues to get mixed up with the wrong crowds at school. Without telling his parents anything, he continues to live a life where he receives blow by blow and delivers blow by blow to those who seek to challenge him until he is the most feared high schooler among his peers. One day, he meets a boy who transfers into his class and changes his life for the better. By the end of the movie, the two of them are the best friends and plan on attending the same university together. Not only did the transfer student teach the delinquent boy how warm it was to have a friend that understands you, but more importantly, the feeling of belonging he had always dreamed of having with someone. It was a beautiful and touching story of how the two helped each other grow individually, as well as together.

Phoenix recalled trying to blink the tears that pricked his eyes away. He had never felt so moved by a movie before. At that moment, something in his soul had ignited, as if he had finally found what he truly wanted to do. So, he wanted to follow the footsteps of the young man portraying the delinquent and become an actor of the same caliber.

‘Who would have thought that same actor that inspired you would become your co-worker…’ He was a bit shocked at how fate had a funny way of playing tricks on people.

It took a moment for him to recollect his thoughts before he spoke again, “Oh… That’s right that’s right-- heh, no pun intended. How could I have forgotten?” He let out an awkward chuckle to mask the heat he felt creeping up onto his face, dusting his cheeks a rosy pink. It would feel a bit embarrassing to admit that watching a movie that Edgeworth starred in when he was younger was the reason as to why he became an actor after that blunder, so he decided it was best to stay quiet on the matter.

He saw Edgeworth roll his eyes at the pun he made with his own last name. Get it, “right”, “Wright”? It was the oldest joke in Phoenix’s book. Usually, this elicited two reactions from the people he told it to: they either chuckled a little bit because the realization dawned upon them that they sounded the same, or they awkwardly chuckled alongside him in order not to make him feel bad at such a lousy pun. This man surely was neither of those people.

“Though honestly, I don’t know how you do it,” Phoenix looked down at the table at his hands clasped together. He was about to say something sort of embarrassing, but he might as well. It wasn’t like he didn’t make himself look out to be a fool already or anything. “You’ve brought so many characters to life over the years, but I’m still having trouble trying to figure out what I should do to make Ruth Liss believable.”

Edgeworth cleared his throat, “Well, it certainly isn’t an easy task, Wright. After all, there are a lot of eyes on us to make sure we do it right.”

“Yeah, there are.” Phoenix agreed. In the end, that was the goal for all actors once they picked up a script. It was their job to bring a character to life. But that was something he definitely needed to work on. Just then, an idea popped into his mind. What Phoenix was about to say was indeed, a long shot, but at least he could say he tried. “So… since you know all the ropes… I was wondering if you could, you know… give me some advice maybe? Or maybe we could practice together some time?”

Ever so slightly, Edgeworth’s eyes widened. He seemed taken aback, which made Phoenix nervous. Would he decline? Accept? The man looked as if he had the response on the tip of his tongue, when an oddly familiar ringtone sounded from across the table.

Maya gasped, “Is that the Steel Samurai opening?!”

Then, the most unexpected thing happened. He witnessed Edgeworth fish his phone out from his pants pocket, then after checking the caller id with a tsk, set the phone on the table, completely disregarding the call he received on his personal cell phone a few seconds ago. The ringtone went silent, leaving Maya’s voice to be the only thing ringing in Phoenix’s ears.

“Mr. Edgeworth, you’re a Steel Samurai fan too?!” Maya’s eyes were practically sparkling. One glimpse at her could tell Phoenix that she was ecstatic.

‘Here we go again…’ Every time Maya happened to meet another fellow Steel Samurai fan, she would lock them into conversing with her about it. This was not a hard task though, as Maya was the one who tended to carry the conversation when speaking about her favourite show. Usually when this occurred, Phoenix would be waiting for at least half an hour.

“Perhaps a little…” Edgeworth mumbled. Was it Phoenix, or did he look slightly embarrassed?

“A little?!” Maya scooted her chair closer to Phoenix, their shoulders touching as she reached over to point at the dangling charm that was attached to his cellphone. “You even have the limited edition steel Steel Samurai phone strap?! How did you even get one of those?! I tried to have Nick get me one, but they sold out just as he was about to get to the front of the line.” She looked at him, her eyebrows furrowed and cheeks puffed up.

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault someone couldn’t leave the house on time.” Phoenix retaliated.

“Yeah, it was you!” Maya accused. “You couldn’t find where you put your house keys!”

Phoenix paused, that was right. He was the one at fault. “... Oh, you’re right. Sorry, Maya.”

She crossed her arms, “When they release the steeler Steel Samurai limited edition keychain, you owe me one.”

‘... How could something be “steeler than steel”?!’

Phoenix sighed, “Alright, alright, I do. Next time, I’ll just ask Will instead.” Since he was close enough to the man at this point, he could at least ask him to do him a solid.

“So, Mr. Edgeworth, you like the Steel Samurai too?” Maya turned the conversation back to him with absolute delight evident on her face.

“It’s not like that-”

“Indeed he does.” Franziska interjected, cutting Edgeworth off. Her usual smug smirk remained plastered on her face as she rested her chin in her hand, the index finger on her other hand wagging pointedly. “Let’s not forget about the Steel Samurai statue that you have in your office-”

“Enough, Franziska.” Edgeworth snapped back, his face gradually turning redder and redder as the conversation continued.

Taking this new information into account, an idea popped into Phoenix’s mind. If he knew Will Powers, the man who played the Steel Samurai himself, then perhaps he could strike a deal… “Edgeworth, if I got you a Steel Samurai autograph, would you practice together with me?”

Not a single second passed when, “I don’t suppose I have a reason to refuse such an offer.” He answered, a bit too eagerly. “Franziska and Ms. Maya can work out the details later, but I believe I should have some time next week.”

“Great, I’ll see you then,” Phoenix couldn’t help the smile that seeped out onto his face from the satisfaction of success he felt on the inside. He outstretched his hand again. This was the ticket, the way he could finally get some hands-on experience. With Edgeworth’s guidance, he was going to make Ruth Liss the most nefarious man to exist.

Much to Phoenix’s surprise, he felt a warm, but firm hand grasp his own. “I, as well.”

As the conversation concluded, Franziska pushed herself up from her chair, “Well, our business here is done. Come now, we have a photoshoot to attend to. That foolish fool will be here any minute with the car.”

“Aw, leaving so soon, Franny?” Maya pouted.

“Unfortunately, I must. But next time, I will try to stay longer.” Franziska gave the girl a small, but gentle smile. “Oh, and Phoenix Wright…”

Phoenix’s ears picked up on his name being called. “Hm? Ow! Ouch! What was that for?!” A cool, leather whip thrashed at him, causing the skin underneath his suit to sting. He had just gotten a thrashing from Franziska’s whip and for no reason he could think of, at that.

“Just because you sport the face of a fool who deserves it. Now, the two of us will be off.” Grabbing her binder off the table, the two took their leave, leaving a satisfied Phoenix, and a satisfied Maya to their own devices.

“Well, what did you think, Nick? Isn’t Franny just the nicest person in the world?” She asked, her voice as sweet as honey. Phoenix could practically see the hearts in her eyes; she seemed quite smitten with one Franziska von Karma.

‘Nicest?! She just whipped me!’ “She was… something to say the least.” He opted to say instead. He downed the rest of his coffee, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. For some reason, this conversation renewed his spirits, his motivation to get better replenishing by the second.

‘A week from now. I have a week to show him what I’ve got!’

October 5th, 11:00pm

Edgeworth’s Penthouse

Miles Edgeworth was something of a busy man. No matter how many times his schedule had been packed to the brim, the tiredness he would feel after a day’s work was something that he would never get used to.

He unlocked the door to his place, greeted by the energetic dog he had meticulously raised since he had found the time to do so.

“Pess, it’s late. Why aren’t you asleep? Were you waiting for me?” Looking down at the dog with loving affection softening all of his facial features, a tender smile graced his face as he reached down to pet the pomeranian nuzzling against his leg. Edgeworth’s heart practically melted when he heard him bark back in response.

He set down his keys and scooped him up in his arms, to which he took the opportunity to lap at his face. He chuckled, “What did I do to deserve such a loyal dog?”

Miles gently set Pess back onto the floor, who darted from the front door to the slightly ajar bedroom door. He turned to look back at Miles, which Miles perceived to be his dog’s own way of telling him, “come here”.

Miles’ smile widened, “Alright, alright. I guess it’s time to get ready for bed.”

11:25PM

Miles slipped off his slippers and settled into bed, pulling the covers up over his entire body. At night right before he fell asleep, this was the time his brain was the most alert. Most of the nights where he had trouble falling asleep, for he was afraid of the nightmares that would plague his dreams, he would reflect on the day’s events, this one being no exception. All in all, talking to the man wasn’t such a bad experience in itself. Surely, he was a bit clumsy and awkward and just a little bit of an idiot, but what today’s conversation showed Miles was how dedicated he was. It truly seemed as if Wright wanted to improve and it made him feel a bit guilty for treating him so coldly the first time he met him. It had been a while since he had interacted with someone as inexperienced as Phoenix. After all, he had been taught that people of his stature shouldn’t interact with people like him.

“You don’t need to talk to any of these nobodies; you are leagues above them. Friends? Forget about such a notion. In this industry, you can never trust a single soul.” The words of his late mentor echoed in his mind.

He exhaled at the memory. Hopefully in a week from now, Miles could bestow upon him the advice he had been given throughout his years of being an actor. Would Wright succeed with his help? Miles wasn’t so sure, but did he want that Steel Samurai autograph?

Of course.

Hopefully, just hopefully, next week will be a good one.

#ace attorney #naruhodo ryuichi #mitsurugi reiji #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #wrightworth #narumitsu #i tried #my fic

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thewritewolf · 5 years ago

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Eating Habits Chapter 13: Bliss

The semester is passing by quickly as Adrien and Marinette live happily together, supporting each other in everything they do.

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Her feet aching from the long week of classes fresh out of winter break, Marinette shambled up the stairs and blearily stood in front of the door to her shared home. Her faint hope that it would open on its own extinguished. A few long moments passed before she worked up the energy to open the door, slowly lifting her tired arms as if every centimeter of movement was an absolute chore.

As she stepped into the apartment, she was vaguely aware of the meat and vegetables sitting out on the kitchen counter, but much more important was the mop of blonde hair and the strong back poking out from behind the couch. At the sound of the door closing, Adrien looked behind him with an expression that started off curious before lighting up with a bright smile.

“Bugaboo! Amazing timing as usual, I was just about to get up and-” He was cut off as she plopped onto the couch, resting her head on his lap as she curled up into a more comfortable position, “-and make dinner, but I guess we can sit here for a little while.” Picking up the remote, he turned down the volume of the show on the television. “Wanna talk about it?”

She groaned and reached out her hand, groping around until she found his. Dragging her prize, she dropped his hand onto the back of her head.

Adrien laughed, a sound that was already soothing her aching muscles. His hands began playing with her hair and she sighed in satisfaction. “Poor tired bug. I can’t imagine just sewing and studying all day make you this tuckered out. Did you go to the gym after classes too? I keep telling you that you have to start smaller.”

Marinette was too tired to contribute much to the conversation, but just having him there, listening to him, feeling his touch on her, was doing wonders for her. It was just as heavy a burden she was carrying as last semester. But with him here? It felt so much lighter. She didn’t feel as though she were falling apart at the seams any more.

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Adrien turned off the television and ran his fingers through his hair. His shift at the bakery had ended hours ago, leaving him waiting for Marinette to get back from school. The grumbling of his stomach got louder as he glanced back at the untouched selection of ingredients he’d assembled on the kitchen counter. He didn’t really want to start cooking until she got back.

After all, the time she got home each day was pretty arbitrary. Weeks into the semester and he still struggled to keep track of all her commitments, between student organizations, classes, study groups, and extra design work time. Yet another skill his coddled early years had deprived him of.

He sighed and opened the door to their balcony. The chill of winter was receding fast and the late March night was surprisingly warm. Leaning against the railing, he took a deep breath of the fresh air and stared out into the glimmering lights of the Parisian night.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Adrien jolted, but quickly relaxed when Ladybug landed beside him. His sly smirk was undercut by the soft blush he could already feel spreading across his cheeks. “Yes, you are.” He took her hand and kissed it. “I didn’t know the great hero Ladybug made house calls?”

“She’s been known to make an exception for her favorite civilians.” She smiled teasingly as she closed the distance between them, their faces centimeters apart. “Or at least, the particularly handsome ones.”

“Don’t let Chat Noir hear that,” he whispered into her ear. “I hear he’s the jealous type.” His arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against him.

“Somehow, I don’t think he’ll mind what I’ve got planned for you tonight,” she said, pressing a chaste kiss against his lips.

“And what do you have planned, hm?”

“You’re about to find out.” Suddenly, she had one arm wrapped around him and with the other pulled out her yo-yo. Before he knew it, he was sailing over Paris and latching onto her. Despite the speed and the heights, he wasn’t afraid. Not just because he’d done this plenty of times as Chat before, but because he had absolute faith in her. She would never let him down - literally, in this case.

Before long, they had landed on the rooftop of a building that stood a story taller than the ones around it. Still holding onto his tiny, superpowered girlfriend, he looked around. His eyes widened when he saw the candlelit dinner with boxed chinese food, a single rose in a vase completing the scene.

His heart melted, but a thought caused him to fall into a giggle fit.

“What’s so funny, oh handsome civilian who is on the fast track to the couch tonight?”

He bit down on his lower lip and looked at her with eyes that glimmered with mirth. “I was just thinking… if I told fourteen year old Adrien that this was happening - that Ladybug made a romantic dinner just for us - I know that either his heart would explode from happiness or he just wouldn’t believe me.”

The annoyance in her eyes melted away, replaced with gentle love. She rocked forward on her toes to press a kiss against his cheek.

“Better believe it, sunshine. You aren’t the only one that knows their way around romance. And I’m definitely not going anywhere.”

He took her hand and held it between his. There were so many things that he wanted to say to her, but he just couldn’t find the words. Instead, he simply whispered, “I know.”

She seemed to understand as she slowly walked away and towards the dinner she had set. She pulled out his seat for him. Laughing, he sat down.

“Such a gentleman!”

She rolled her eyes with a smile and took the seat opposite him. They chatted while they ate, filling each other in on what they’d been doing that day. The food was wonderful and even if he hadn’t seen the logo on the boxes, he would have known it just from the taste. The Chinese restaurant was a favorite of theirs when they went on casual dates. Marinette’s mom was friends with the owners, and they’d all gone as a family plenty of times during the years he’d dated Marinette.

Adrien trailed off in the middle of explaining one customer’s particularly strange order when he heard music filtering up from the building below them. He glanced back at Ladybug, who was smugly watching him.

“...Are we above a symphony’s practice studio?”

“Mhm,” she hummed in confirmation.

Deciding she was being far too smug for her own good, he stood up, offering her his hand as he rose from a bow. “Would you do me the honor of a dance, my lady?”

Her pupils shrunk to pinpricks and she flailed her arms around her face. “Adrien, you know I can’t-”

He grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. His other hand found its familiar spot on her lower back as he held her close to himself. He smiled down at her as she looked up at him, stunned for a moment. He decided in that moment, as he had many times before, that love was a good look on her.

As they settled into their dance, Adrien nuzzled against the top of her head as they twirled in gentle circles across the rooftop. He breathed deep, letting her scent - strawberries and cookies and a hundred other sweet things - fill him and bring peace to his weary spirit.

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Adrien finished his story and took a sip of his coffee, made exactly how he liked it. The cafe they’d chosen was quickly becoming a favorite and not only because it was right between their current living spaces.

Nino chuckled and shook his head. “Geez, dude. You two are made for each other, no doubt about it.”

“Jealous of our romance, bro?”

“Not a chance. Me and Alya are doing just fine with our chill love. But you two? With your over the top declarations of love? You two got each other to save everyone else from the sickeningly sick vibes and plots.”

“Hm…” Adrien put his chin in his hand, propped up on the table. Tapping his cheek he gave it some thought before nodding. “Definitely jealous then.” Nino scoffed. “Hey, you should have said something sooner! I’m sure Marinette wouldn’t mind if I brought you up to a rooftop for a candlelit dinner. Just so you could see what it’s like.”

Nino covered his face in his hands, but couldn’t hide the laughter bubbling out of him. “Yeah sure, dude. I’m just saying - you two tend to go crazy with romance, so it works out nice that you ended up with each other.”

“It’s way better than nice, man.” Adrien smiled with what he knew was a dopey grin - knew, but didn’t care. “Being with her - living with her - is a dream come true.”

“I figured it would be. I’m psyched for you guys - both of you are loads better when you’re not by yourselves, so it makes a ton of sense for you to move in.”

“What about you and Alya?”

Nino laughed. “After years of being stuck in crowded apartments with tons of siblings, we’re actually enjoying the space apart. But,” he said, grinning at his coffee, “after seeing what you and M have, I’m starting to like the idea more and more.” He made a dismissive gesture and leaned back in his chair, one arm over the back. “But that’s a while down the road. We’re supes happy with our set up right now.”

“I’m happy for you, man,” Adrien said softly. He took another long sip of drink, letting his mind wander. “Things are looking up, aren’t they?”

“They sure are, my bro.” Nino raised his coffee toward Adrien and they clinked their cups in a toast. “They sure are.” Nino took a quick gulp and leaned forward. “What else has been going down? I bet you’ve got a lotta sappy stories now that you two are together every day, so spill.”

They talked for another hour, exchanging stories about their girlfriends, about working with Jagged Stone, about the crazy customers the bakery had seen. He was glad they had managed to sneak in this time to hang out together, despite how busy both of them were. Adrien would always treasure Nino’s friendship, the first real friend he had made at school - his first, and his best.

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Marinette stretched, reaching her hands far above her head as she worked out the aches from sitting still for so long. The dress in front of her was almost finished, but she needed to take a break before she could continue. If Adrien weren’t working at the bakery for the weekend, he’d have approved.

Her stretch brought her to her feet and then her toes, which then turned into wiggling her hips vaguely in time with the music that was filling the apartment. It felt liberating, dancing in her spotted pajamas in an old black t-shirt she’d stolen from Adrien years ago, hair hanging free. She was making great progress with that commission and she knew it. The dress could wait a few minutes while she had a little fun.

Sure, it was already the middle of April and the spring show was getting closer, but even that didn’t bother her. Speaking of, she was supposed to get a letter soon concerning how many front row tickets she’d be reserving for friends and family. After giving it a moment’s consideration, she opted to just head down to the mail room as she was. Who cares if someone saw her in her pajamas?

The song stayed in her head and she hummed along to it as she quickly went down the stairs. She grabbed the mail and started leafing through it as she returned the way she came. Her eyes widened just as she reached the door, hand hesitating at the door knob when she recognized the writing on one of the letters.

The surprise evaporated under a withering tide of anger. She knew what she’d read if she opened the letter - excuses, protests, and blame directed at Adrien. Of all the limited talents that Gabriel possesed, self-reflection was not among them.

She shoved it roughly in the basket with the rest of his letters, only barely resisting tossing it in the trash. As she changed her playlist to something a little more energetic to help her blow off steam, she decided that Adrien didn’t need to know he had gotten any mail at all today.

And everyone would be happier for it.

#Miraculous Ladybug #Adrien Agreste #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Nino Lahiffe #Adrienette #Ladybug #Ladrien #ml fanfiction #my writing #Eating Habits #The Lucky One series

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ice-cream-nekogirl · 5 years ago

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Dusk Till Dawn (Shinsou Hitoshi X Reader) PART 2

PART 1: https://ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/186189461464/dusk-till-dawn-shinsou-hitoshi-x-reader-part-1

Taglist: @estherosoro

Summary: You and Shinsou find out what kind of people you’ve been captured by, and you can’t bear to be away from him.

I made these villains, they’re all OC’s made specifically for this series but they may or may not show up in other fanfics if I’m feeling particularly uncreative hehe...

Warnings: Some graphic violence, gore and sexual situations.

Featuring: Our Purple Son!! <3

Chapter 2: Imprisoned

Neither you or Shinsou had any idea how long it had been since those bastards left you and him inside this empty room to suffer in the freezing cold. Shinsou was sure it had been hours, but it felt so slow with the lack of clock provided and the four walls just staring at you and him. He guessed at least 8 hours at best based on how long it felt and how the temperature seemed to drop.

God you just wished you had a jacket or something because you couldn’t stop shivering and you could tell that Shinsou was pretty bad off too as you watched him quiver in his seat and you could hear his shivering breath. He couldn’t even talk because of that damn gag in his mouth no thanks to those goons…

You had no idea what you and him could do either because you and him didn’t know the layout of this building, or where you even were. There was little opportunity for you both to come up with some kind of escape plan…

But then the door opened and snapped you and Shinsou out of your thoughts as you both slowly picked your heads up to see the same goons from earlier. “C’mon now… Boss wants ya…” You gasped and shook your head as one of the men picked you up and forced you to walk with him as he ignored your pleas.

No, you didn’t want to be away from Shinsou…

It felt selfish, but you didn’t want Shinsou’s visage to leave you because you could NOT be alone and you did not WANT to be left alone. Without Shinsou here, you had no hope and you were relieved that the other men forced him to walk alongside you. You wished he wasn’t here with you, but at the same time… you were glad that he was, because you weren’t sure if you would handle doing this alone…

These men were so rough, so aggressive as they shoved you when it felt like you or Shinsou were walking too slow for their liking. All either of you could do was grunt and reluctantly comply as to avoid provoking them. They were larger than you and Shinsou, the conditions were unfavorable, and you were both trapped in some facility that neither of you knew anything about. Fighting back right now without observation would be the worst thing to do right now. So Shinsou paid attention, analyzing the halls and seeing how dingy and empty they were save for the four men taking you someplace. You didn’t see much light, so you assumed there were little windows as you were pushed again by the guy you spat at.

The two of you eventually found yourselves in a large room where at least 10 more men dressed in red were standing with dark, stoic expressions that terrified you as you also noticed a lavish looking sofa, desk, bed and a TV complete with a bar that was obviously for the boss himself. And there he was, the leader it seemed, his hair white and scraggly in a fashion that reminded you of Shigaraki, only his face was flawless and his grey eyes were as dark as his soul. “Welcome friends.”

Friends? Who the fuck was this guy kidding?

“I want to start by thanking Bozo, Mad Dog and Lothario for their hard work in scouting and finding our new recruits. Not a cakewalk to be picking off students so, well done boys.” The boss said, gesturing to two large men looking really proud of themselves and nodding when the others started clapping. ‘Bozo’ was apparently the man who captured you and Mad Dog was apparently the one whose face you spat in…

Great…

“Welcome new friends. My name is Suchiru Koru.” He moved closer, caressing your cheek with fingers that felt so nasty against your skin, they were boney and warm to the touch as you gave an anxious tremble as he lowly chuckled with a grin. But your eyes widened when he gave more of his vile affection to Shinsou as he stroked his hair, and the latter could feel his stomach churn with such a discomfort he had never felt before.

“Friends…? I don’t… I don’t understand… sir w-why would… y-you need us…?”

It felt stupid to ask, but maybe… appealing to this lunatic might raise your chances of survival. And Koru raised his arms up, “I told ya… I don’t discriminate against people with unique quirks. Especially not for the job I’m trying to do… see… the world is advancing. Quirks are evolving, and thousands of people are trying to create new quirks to breed powerful children… the pro-hero… Endeavor had the right idea. I was a man inspired when I heard the rumors… and then all my hopes came true when that son of his was born…”

Your eyes started to widen when Koru talked about Todoroki. This man wasn’t seriously inspired by your friends’ horror story was he?

“When that story came out, a high demand for people with powerful quirks started to rise on the Black Market and the Dark Web… and I’m not going to lie. I’m not a strong man… I can’t track people down… but that’s why I had to find you. Ms. (L/N) (Y/N) is that right? Your beautiful quirk is extraordinary… Psychic Navigation… oh the ability to perceive things by using your mind and finding people with your mind alone and to be able to communicate with them too…you must have such a beautiful mind…” He sounded so polite it made you sick as you narrowed your eyes when he dared to say your name.

You remained silent as you shakily exhaled a breath, “And then the young Shinsou Hitoshi. The boy with the scary Brainwashing quirk.” Koru looked so marveled that it sickened Shinsou as the man moved closer, tilting his chin as he leaned in with his foul breath that made Shinsou want to vomit. “To speak to someone… and make them do your bidding, forcing them to do anything you could want them to do… now that’s a power…” Koru whispered and kissed the boy’s cheek as he cringed and you could only watch in tearful fear.

If you could, you would take Shinsou away from that man, and make sure this man suffers for a very long time in prison, Hell, anywhere that he would get some kind of retribution for putting his hands on him…

Thankfully Koru moved away to stand back in front of his goons, “We only want to give the people what they want, don’t we boys?!”

“YEAH!”

“They will pay us generously, while we help them create powerful children to make a more powerful world!”

“YEAH!”

“We are the ones making the world great by acting as the givers and bringers of hope! And the ones who will weed out the weaklings and kill them off one by one!”

“YEAH!”

The men started clapping and chanting for their boss as Koru held his hands up, relishing in the cheers from his sycophantic followers as they screamed “Boss Koru! Boss Koru! Boss Koru!”

So that was his plan. He wanted to use you and Shinsou to find people with strong quirks and people with weak quirks, as a means to get the strong ones and kill the ones with weaker quirks. A sickening dread filled your body as you sniffed and couldn’t stop yourself from shedding horrified fears when the men just started screaming loudly as their voices rang in your ears and send violent shivers down your spine and overwhelmed you with fear and dread. Whimpering, you couldn’t see Shinsou looking right at you, he felt so bad for you because of all the classmates he knew, you were the last one he thought deserved to be here.

These men were all psychopaths and he was honestly afraid because by the looks of it, they were somewhere remote and none of these goons had any sense of stability. They screamed, they chanted, the clapped as he could only just look at you as a form of reassurance that he wasn’t the only one in a room full of villains. He wasn’t alone, even though you didn’t deserve to be here, and he knew that, Shinsou was glad that he wasn’t alone…

But after a while, Koru brought his hands down to silence them all. “But we can’t do it alone… and that’s where you both come in… (L/N). Shinsou. Our new brethren.”

Shinsou gave the man a cold glower, how dare he call him and you brethren for such a horrible cause? How dare he call his quirk beautiful because he wanted to use it to control people? And how dare he kidnap him and his innocent classmate for his disgusting goals?

“Little Shinsou… I christen you as ‘Purple Mist’.” He declared to his goons as they nodded, all stating ‘Welcome Purple Mist!’, but Shinsou hated the name. He’d rather die than ever go by that.

“Little (L/N)… I christen you ‘Psy-Fy’.” Really? You thought and almost chuckled when the goons stated ‘Welcome Psy-Fy!’. This guy gave the worst nicknames you had ever heard in your life. You turned to Shinsou with a somewhat amused look on your face, and you were relieved to see him give the tiniest smile as you both thought that this guy was… completely ridiculous that both of you couldn’t help but snicker. At least you both had something to laugh at in this shitty situation.

But then you both got promptly smacked in the face by those fuckers Bozo and Lothario respectively. “Who da ya think yur laughin’ at ya brats?!” Bozo screamed in your face as you looked down, terrified and shaking.

“Go on… laugh again… we’ll see how funny it is then.” Lothario had said, his voice raspier and deeper that suited his lean, lanky figure and scraggly black hair as he grinned directly at you.

“Bozo. Lothario. Take it easy now… let the kids have their fun… and give them some jackets. It’s not easy to take the cold when you’re out and about in Hokkaido.” Koru stated and you nearly gasped in shock when he revealed where you were at.

Hokkaido?!

Shinsou noticed that he was being discreet, if they were in Hokkaido they were in someplace cold for the summer. But this was too cold for a normal summer, so he began assuming that one of these guys must have some kind of weather-related quirk.

You couldn’t really think as Lothario stole you from Bozo to give you a rather thin little coat and draped it around you, “Looks good on ya~.” He chimed into your ear, licking his lips as you shook and held back a gasp. The only thing you were thankful for was the new apparel given to you, but even then it wasn’t very helpful because it only provided you little warmth now.

Bozo was very rough when he put the coat on Shinsou, grabbing his arms and wrists to put it on him and growling at him when he accused your friend of trying to fight him. “Can I please… break this one’s arms?” He was seething, as if he was itching to hurt someone, anyone right now, but you reacted without thinking as you shook your head frantically.

“Don’t! Don’t you touch him!” You shouted, and the large man turned to you sharply, snarling as he raised a hand to back-hand slap you, until Koru suddenly shouted.

“I can’t have her all beaten! It’s rude!” He exclaimed dramatically, and you hated to say that you were relieved because you really didn’t want to get hit again.

However, now you had no idea what to predict now after Koru was done monologuing. “All right… Lothario. Mad Dog. Take Purple Mist and Psy-Fy to their rooms. Bozo, keep an eye on them.” He then gave his men the order, and those bastards lined up and started shoving you and Shinsou out of the room as your eyes went wide as soon as you and him went back into the dirty halls.

“C’mon Purple Mist…” Bozo gripped his shoulder and started roughly leading him into another hallway as you gasped in terror.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” You started to shout again when you saw Shinsou being forced to go somewhere else, somewhere else you couldn’t see him. “Please no! NO! Don’t! D-Don’t you hurt him! I swear to God!”

Your emotions took the reign as you struggled and tried to go to him, but Shinsou looked a bit shocked when you began to fight, he shook his head as he could only grunt through his gag. His shouts muffled as Bozo made him look away and kept taking him to where his ‘room’ would be as you just kept shouting and fighting, at least until the other man ‘Mad Dog’ had to pick you up and carry you to your ‘room’.

“Let go of me! Let me fucking go you prick!!”

Lothario smirked as you kept struggling and fighting, and an irked Mad Dog practically threw you onto the hard floor of your room. You shouted with a pained ‘OOF!’ as you grunted and blinked your eyes when seeing and tasting the disgusting floor beneath you, and a chuckling Lothario picked you up, not before he gave your butt an uninvited rub. A loud gasp left you and you just wanted to smack him in the face and kick him in the groin, but the smiling bastard obviously didn’t let you as he gripped your wrists and tied them in a zip tie.

While Mad Dog forced you into a chair and tied you up as an extra means to make sure you can’t try to struggle out of the restraints. “Don’t try anythin’ ya little brat…” He snarled a little bit as Lothario waved him off, “Easy now don’t frighten the poor thing… I want this one to be nice and well just for me~.”

He was disgusting, his grin made your gut turn as you swallowed hard, refusing to cry anymore tears because of the way this person was looking at you. God you prayed he didn’t have any vile plans for you, but he was looking at you in a way that just greatly disturbed you, and you desperately wished that Izuku or Katsuki were here…

You wished Shinsou were here…

You just hated feeling so helpless and preyed upon, and you hated how this man grabbed your chin and forced you to look into his cold, blackened eyes. “Trainin’ begins in an hour… hope yur prepared… if not… well… Bozo’ll hafta punish ya…” Lothario smiled and shrugged his shoulders, and all you could do was shake in both fear and vexation as the man snickered before he and Mad Dog suddenly left you alone and locked the door.

It looked just like the room you and Shinsou were trapped in, no windows, no vents, just a thin mattress on the floor which was riddled with dust, dirt and cobwebs. Honestly this looked more like a prison cell than anything. You shivered in your chair, thinking about how this was the worst day of your life because you had no idea how long you would be here, and you had no idea if Shinsou would be okay. You wanted to see him, you hated this feeling of being helpless and alone…

Closing your eyes, you prayed to someone, anyone, to keep Shinsou safe and that he doesn’t get hurt…

Meanwhile…

Shinsou grit his teeth onto the gag covering his mouth, unable to quell groans and cries of pain as Bozo relentlessly punched him in his stomach and kidneys. Coughing up blood through his gag as he struggled to breathe with the agony surging through his nerves. When he was punched a third time, he was sent crashing down onto the hard, cold ground of his ‘room’. Disgusting…

This had to be a prison of some sorts, and he started wondering if you and he were the only other prisoners here.

“You… are gonna sit your ass down right here.” But then this ugly brute grabbed him by the back of his shirt and shoved him back in a chair, wrapping the zip tie around his wrists and then tying him to the chair. A familiar discomfort as he resisted to scoff, not wanting to give too much attitude to spare another punch to the face or stomach.

“Get ready for work… ya got an hour to adjust…” He snickered down at the teen who just glared at him with tired, surly eyes much to Bozo’s amusement before he shut the door and locked it.

Shinsou’s body hurt, he thought his training with Aizawa was painful, but this was completely different. To be honest he was terrified, not just for what these assholes planned on doing to him, but to you too. “Shit…!” He swore through the gag still in his mouth, shifting in his chair as he tried to loosen these fucking wires by moving, but to no avail. Shinsou couldn’t even break free of the zip tie that restrained his wrists. It was hopeless.

Huffing and grunting, he shut his eyes and mentally cursed himself for being so useless. Why couldn’t he have just been born with a real quirk that could help? And not one that had so much drawbacks that kept him from actually helping people? Now he was trapped in this goddamn fortress, whatever the fuck it was…

And he couldn’t do a damn thing to help you. That was the worst part…

He just hoped that you were okay, and that he would see you again soon. Although he knew he would be forced out in an hour, but he didn’t want to imagine what sort of things awaited you and him.

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neosaysno · 5 years ago

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FantineAquane (Danganronpa)

So I decided to come back to this blog after a year, and I took on a new character. Meet FantineAquane, the SHSL Secret.

...

I’m already scared.

(CONTENT WARNING: Mentions of pedophilia and noncon. Seriously.)

Warning! Because of the nature of this fandom, I will be going into spoiler territory.

Name:FantineAquane Gender: DOB:13 October Blood typeO+ Height:1.78 meter Weight:55 kg

Okay, let’s unpack this, because there’s a good bit here. And we already have problems.

... FantineAquane is NOT a name. That looks like a username of some kind, and when I googled FantineAquane, I discovered that it was indeed used as a username! I also managed to track down the creator, but I’m not really going to bother...

Why is the Gender thing blank? Even if you’re nonbinary, agender, whatever, that would be listed. However, the rest of the profile uses “she/her” pronouns and calls her a “girl”, so I’m going to go ahead with calling Fantine a girl for the rest of this.

No issues with the birthday, but she’s slightly underweight, which is an unfortunately common thing in OCs. Thankfully it’s not too egregious (Less than ten pounds underweight).

FantineAquane is tall-slim girl.She has long straight-wavy purple-black acid type haired.She weared purple short jacket with a long sleeves,old white worned brassier and worn daisy dukes.She has big blue-bright cerulean eyes with long eyelashes.She has a faded scars inside her jacket.

That grammar... Ughhh. It’s not /that/ bad, but it clearly tells me the writer isn’t a native English speaker. Or if they are, they’re flat out terrible at it.

Pray for me while I decipher this. It feels like I’m solving a worse Metheus puzzle.

Tall and slim... Okay, she’s about 5′8, so she’s actually decently tall for a... wait, how old is she?!

This is an actual problem. We don’t even have a listed age range. This is a problem for a Danganronpa OC! Even the DR1 students at least had age ranges, from sixteen at the youngest, presumably. (Well, they were a year or two older because of the lost memories, but that’s not too much to bring up.) What IS the problem is that we have no listed age. Yes, I am nitpicking that.

And “acid”... I’m gonna assume that’s neon hair. I am not going to provide a visual reference because that would mean your eyes will hurt.

That’s not even that appropriate! We don’t see Danganronpa students walking around with neon hair! Ibuki and Souda are the only people who remotely fit that, and their hair is toned down enough to not be painful to the eyes. Our solace here is that the art doesn’t hurt to look at.

And why is she only wearing a jacket over her bra?! Where’s her shirt?! Even Aoi had a shirt! While yes, girl power and all, that’s just flat out inappropriate! I’m assuming this is JUST killing game garb, but I sure as hell hope Fantine wears the uniform during school years! Most, if not all schools would take disciplinary action if you walked in wearing that kind of outfit!

(Note, Angie technically is wearing a swimsuit, so I’m not going to bring that up, but the clothing description confirms that this is a full out bra that Fantine has, not a bikini top.)

No comment on the eyes, but the scars (or... scar? See, this is why you need to have decent grammar) don’t seem to be brought up elsewhere, so -1 point.

FantineAquane is a kind,curious,sociable,clueless,funny,sensitive girl.But instead she’s the revengeable and up raged girl as someone who insulted her as a prostitude and insulting her friends.She kinda bitchy as she loves the lust and sexual things.But it doesn’t mean she’s an idiot and prideless person.She wants to be a hopeful person who saves the suvivors from death.She can knows someone secret only a sight.

AUGH. This is pure word vomit. Gibberish. Nonsense. Whatever you want to call it. What the shiny mystical hell am I looking at?! None of these line up! This is complete nonsense! It’s like the creator just slapped all these personality things on without thinking about how they work together, or in this case, don’t!

And... “ She can knows someone secret only a sight. “

Oh god... is she a mind reader? PLEASE do not be a mind reader. I’m now actually scared to read through this more...

Super High School Level Secret

Super High School Level Hope (Her dream to protect the innocents)

Super High School Level Tackler

Super High School Level Fate

I should have known better than to wish for things. I have no goddamn words for this. This is in no way feasibly possible. I’m almost tempted to give up right here.

WHY is she the SHSL Hope?! Nothing we’ve seen here shows that she is a candidate! What the hell is Tackler? Secret? Fate?! These talents are an absolute disaster.

♢ Possible Execution ::

Gangbang Or Reveal Her Secret Until Death(Insane Diary)

I AM VERY TERRIFIED RIGHT NOW WHAT THE FUCK. DEATH BY GANGBANG?! SERIOUSLY?! WHY?!

Get me. The hell. Out of here. Insane Diary-whatever, how does that kill her? How does any of this work? I’m not talking about this further, I need to get out of this so I can get through the rest of this. This is the worst execution concept I have EVER seen.

FantineAquane was an orphan since she was a baby.In her surrounding,she become one of the insulted person in the homeless city.She been pedofilia with some citizens as her attraction makes all the men want to sex with her.All the fate has been changed as one city was ruined and rule by Super High School Level Despair.As she know the person who ruined all people lives,she attend the Hope Peak’s Private Academy as she wanna to prove that insulted person can help this city and ruined or realise all the Super High School Level Despair’s members.Without any letter that she needs to be that school student,she makes a bargain with Monokuma as she need to save the world with HOPE or die in DESPAIR.

WHAT THE HELLLLL

THIS IS JUST AIFURYEIULKEYHRLIUHE NOOOOO

I... I have no words. This so. BLATANTLY. Defiles canon that I feel like this person tried to rip Danganronpa off to make their own story.

And what the shit? I’m sorry, but this girl is not that attractive. Not nearly enough for “all the men” to want “to sex with her”. What the hell. This backstory is a mess. How can she attend Hope’s Peak without an invitation? HOW IS SHE STILL ALIVE IN THE POST-DESPAIR WORLD?! How is she not batshit insane?! Most people like her would be dead or have already fallen to despair by the time the first game takes place! And how-- How did Monokuma not let her in without wiping her memories first? What the hell is this?! Why is she trying to be the protagonist?! At least it potentially explains her horrendous choice of clothing...

I’m not even going to talk about this more. This is just a disaster and makes me want to get through this even further so I can scrub this OC from my brain.

♢ Likes :

Sex,electronic items,helping people,socials,solving clues,willing to friends someone,Yaoi

SELF INSERT SPOTTED, SELF INSERT SPOTTED!

No, seriously, whenever an OC has ‘yaoi’ in their likes, I default to Self Insert. And the creator legitimately put THIS in their profile. “Pro in Doujinshi,Hentai & Yaoi“ So... Fantine over here is a self insert on top of all of this.

Back to the actual review... yeah, if she was forced into prostitution, I have a feeling she wouldn’t actually like sex all that much, especially if she’d been forced into it from a young age. I don’t have much comment on the rest, as FINALLY something lines up with the rest of her.

♢ Dislikes ::

Being insulted,Having sex without taking permission to her,Being advice about her clothes,up of rage,her secret has been revealled

Welp, we’re back to impossible grammar. Semi-readable was good while it lasted, I suppose. The hell does “up of rage” mean?

Also, nonconsensual sex being in the dislikes makes sense, but... why not just bring normal sex over too? And what’s her “secret”? That she used to be a prostitute?

Aaand she doesn’t like criticism on her clothes. Lady, you’re wearing something that would get you kicked out of half the places I can name.

♢ Friends ::

Best friend:Nagito Komaeda,Aoi Asahina,Alter Ego,Leon Kuwata,Makoto Naegi,Sakura Oogami,

GODDAMMIT SHE’S A SEVENTEENTH STUDENT. AND HAS PROTAGONIST SYNDROME. Also, why is Nagito top of the list? He joined SHSL Despair. And she’s supposedly fighting despair. God damn, Fantine.

And I’m pretty sure NONE of these people would want to be around her, except maybe Makoto because he’s a nice person and would feel bad for her.

Friends:Souda Kazuichi,Gundam Tanaka,Hagakure Yasuhiro,Hifumi Yamada

Why is she friends with Hifumi? Oh, right, she’s a fujoshi. And I don’t think any of THESE people would want to be around her either. Ewwww.

Crush On:Chihiro Fujisaki,Alter Ego,

God damn. I think this chick would scare Chihiro more than she’d actually be a potential romantic partner. She’s like Chihiro’s total opposite, and no, opposites attract isn’t a thing here.

And is she using Alter Ego as a substitute after Chihiro dies? Not exactly unexpected...

Enemies:Monokuma,Junko Enoshima

Boriiiiiiiing. Generic good guy stuff. Because of course the bootleg SHSL Hope hates Despair. I’m going to give her the benefit of the doubt-- Wait, how would she know Junko was behind this? Did she somehow manage to not get herself murdered or executed? Ugh.

♢ Quotes ::

“Don’t judge the book by it’s cover”

“You have to kidding me?”

“Although all of you loves to insulting me,it doesn’t mean I been insulted.But you all gimme a great support”

“Don’t kill all these innocence suvivors except me!”

“You’re got it wrong”

“Monokuma,I challenge you for a fight between HOPE & DESPAIR”

“Although they’re diffent in executions or death,their hope is to kill and put you all in the hell!”

“Although I’m atheast,it doesn’t means I disrespect all others religions,especially Islam”

That grammar is back! How do you mess up the iconic quote?! How has she challenged Monokuma like that without dying?! How can she handle others insulting her like that even though she clearly dislikes it? What the hell is going on here? Well... She’s got a poor judge of character, because she’s saying all the killers’ intentions was to damn everyone else. Nope. Not true.

And that last quote seems a little out of place. I’m gonna assume it connects to the creator in some way.

Final Verdict

Unsalvageable.

I’m (not) sorry to say this, but FantineAquane, the SHSL Secret, is UNSALVAGEABLE. There’s just too much wrong with her to be considered remotely salvageable, and it’s better off to just scrap her and start from the beginning. This OC was a disaster from beginning to end.

#neosaysno #that's not a name #that grammar #word vomit #what's dress code?#put some god dang clothing on #impossible talent #no no no no #impossible backstory #2muchangst #canon defilement #self insert #self contradictory #seventeenth student #protagonist syndrome #generic good guy #unsalvageable #danganronpa #mod neo

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heesgf · 6 years ago

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chilly. byounggon! college au

this is like haruto’s six types of love except it’s a gon college au; the first part is a tiny bit slow, but i promise, it gets a lot better! pls enjoy!!💕Almost 9k words, but i promise, it’s worth it? lots of flirtation, a makeout here and there, and lots of hyunsuk + junkyu bff tomfoolery!

In which two college students use different mechanisms to cope. He is the ever charming man of the hour, and she is something like an ice queen. The longer their relationship flourishes, the faster they realize, maybe they can help each other out.

The décor of the bubble tea shop is reminiscent of an 8th grade dance.

The floor is a never-ending expanse of linoleum, the radio is constantly playing Jason Derulo, and for some odd reason, the lighting is a strange cross between candle lit dinner, and pitch black janitor’s closet.

Frankly, there are times when you can’t separate your Physics homework from your English assignments; and yet, every time mid-term or finals season rolls around, you find yourself back in the same place—face huddled into the stacks of papers in front of you, and lips sipping on your passion fruit green tea. Call it a force of habit.

You are elbows deep in the law of conservation of energy, or maybe it's Gulliver’s Travels, when you decide it’s time to take a break and squint through some Netflix. It’s the screeching of the chair across from you that breaks your focus, and the shadowy figure of another person sitting down that steals every ounce of light left in the room.

“Hey (Y/N), can I borrow your pen?”

In front of you stands Lee Byounggon. His hair, much like the venue, is messy and flying in ever direction, and his eyes, peering deeply into yours, have this look that is both inquisitive, and puzzling. The smile plastered on his face is almost excessive, but his voice, like always, is smooth and gentle.

“U-uh, yeah, here.” You reply a little less enthusiastically than you were aiming for, and you toss the pen in his direction.

Byounggon takes the pen in his hand and nods in gratitude.

“Was there anything else....or?” Your voice teeters. As much as Lee Byounggon was a delight to the eyes, and the ears, and the, well, everything else; he was also notoriously known around campus as the guy that would smile his way into girls hearts, and then leave them hanging without the smallest of explanations. He, contrary to his appearance, had layers that seemed more complex than a simple request to use a pen.

When he hears your question, for a moment, Lee Byounggon looks taken aback. Or at least, his version of that; the longer you look, the more you realize his eyes are widening slightly, and then, in a flash, they’re crinkled back into that eye smile.

“Oh, did you not want me here?” He looks like he’s pouting.

“You know, on any other day, I would love to sit with you it’s just, I’m so busy right now.”

His eyes glaze over the open tab of Netflix on your laptop, and he squints at the headphones that are still lodged in your ears. His face breaks out into a crooked smirk, and he quirks his left brow.

“No, no, I totally get it, yeah,” he soothes over, and you’re praying that your cheeks aren’t as telling as your heart, which beats rampantly in your chest. “You look pretty busy.”

Byounggon suddenly stands, and there’s something that flashes over his face that you can’t quite grasp; you think you might’ve upset him, because now he’s scratching the back of his neck, and he’s avoiding your eye contact. There’s an irony in his body language. His eyes, his ears, his hands; they are so transparent. He seems nervous. But the smooth rolling of his tongue, the firm grip of his voice, somehow he could look so vulnerable, but sound like the most confident person on the planet. The combination was perplexing.

He glances at you once more, and then turns to face the exit.

“Wait, Byounggon!” You shout suddenly, and he whips around in a way that’s too comfortable, like he was expecting it. When he faces you, his chin juts out, and his eyebrows quirk upwards; his mouth is slightly open, and there’s something about his twinkling eyes that make you think he’s happy you called him.

“Could I have my... pen back?” You blurt out.

Byounggon’s face is a mixture of things; first, you think you recognize surprise, or confusion, but then his lips stretch out into a smile, and Byounggon sits back down onto the chair. He leans back, bites his lip, and stares at you with an intensity that makes your chest shake. His deep brown eyes are set on you, and the pink of his lips becomes more, and more alluring; the longer you look, the deeper you want to fall into those eyes, sink into those lips. The longer you look, you are speechless, and you barely notice what he’s doing next. Byounggon takes the pen you have, a napkin off the table, and scribbles seven digits onto the crumpled sheet before pushing it in your direction. He looks like he’s biting the inside of cheeks, and when he stands up again, you look down at the napkin, back up at him, and you feel a sense of shock.

“See you around, (Y/N).” He says with the wave of a hand.

He grabs the bubble tea off the table, and when he walks away, you’re still staring at the half crumpled napkin that lies in front of you. Suddenly, the prospect of studying feels unappealing, and distant. Your eyes are still closing in on his messy handwriting when you realize it:

Did he just steal my fucking drink?

“I, for one, think calling him is a good idea.”

Junkyu is lying upside down from your dorm’s twin bed, and Hyunsuk sits near him on the other side, occasionally joining the conversation, but mostly doing his homework.

“Yeah well, you also think it’s a good idea to take shots before your Calculus exam, so I really can’t trust you right now.” You retort back. Junkyu just rolls his eyes, picking up one of the spare pillows from your bed, and aiming it at your head.

He won’t really throw it.

“I passed, didn’t I?” Junkyu questions, launching the pillow straight for your the top of your head, and stifling a giggle when it knocks the condescending look off your face. He really threw it.

“Ouch!” You exclaim. “Are you five years old?”

Junkyu raises a finger in your direction, and makes a silencing, “shhh!” motion; then he gestures wildly in the air, and beckons for Hyunsuk’s attention.

“Hyunsuk, can you tell her she’s being dumb?”

“I’m trying to do my Chem homework? Some of us actually have important things to do...” Hyunsuk replies halfheartedly.

“This is important! Can you please have an opinion?”

“My opinion is shut up.”

“Great,” Junkyu replies sarcastically, narrowing his eyes at the boy. “Thank you for being present today.” Then he turns his attention back to you, and when his eyes grow in size, you know he’s ready to start pleading.

“(Y/N), you have to call him! We’ve known Gon, since, like Junior High. And I’m telling you! He’s a really cool guy, you just gotta get to know him.”

“Mhmmm.” You answer, not looking up from your phone. “He sure seemed really cool when he stole my bubble tea right off the table, in broad daylight.”

You’re interrupted from your conversation when Hyunsuk starts laughing hysterically.

“I’m sorry, he did what?”

You whip your head around to face him and furrow your brows.

“Is that funny?” You question, narrowing your eyes.

Hyunsuk shakes his head. “No, no,” eyes glued back down to his papers. “Not funny at all.”

“(Y/N),” Junkyu repeats. “You’ve got to loosen up.”

“I’m loose!” Now you’re flailing your arms, and Junkyu still doesn’t seem convinced. “I just, I just don’t want a boyfriend right now, okay?”

“Oh really?” Junkyu asks, pointing his fingers at the open Netflix tab on your computer. On your recently watched, you can see the still frames of the Notebook, Love Actually, and Sex and the City.

“Is that why you spend every second for your free time watching Rom Coms?” Junkyu’s face pinches in what looks like disgust, and for a second, you contemplate throwing the pillow back at his head.

“That is not the same thing, Kyu!” You exclaim, and you can hear Hyunsuk sighing from across the room.

“Stop playing yourself, (Y/N).” He says softly while shaking his head. God, what was with them?

“Shouldn’t you be doing your homework?” You ask playfully. Hyunsuk only laughs and sticks his tongue out at you. When you get up to dust your pants off, and head toward the bathroom, Junkyu jumps up in excitement and follows you toward the door.

“Are you calling!?”

“No, Kyu, I’m going to the bathroom. Can I do that? Will you allow it?”

“Yeah.” He sighs. “I guess...”

Drama Queen.

***

Later in the evening, you’re sitting in Junkyu and Hyunsuk’s shared dorm; Junkyu’s been hammering you for the past couple hours to call Byounggon, and he’s been anything but subtle. Something along the lines of ‘Hey, Kyu, where’s the remote?’ and ‘You know, you should call Byounggon, he might know’, and then the eventual ‘that doesn’t even make sense!’. Hyunsuk mostly stays out of the conversation, but every once in a while, when he knows you’re especially frustrated, he ruffles his hands through your hair and lets out a giggle that’s almost impossible to stay mad at.

You’re trying to convince the boys to watch To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before for the third time, but they’re not buying it.

“I’m just gonna be bold and say it, I don’t think Lara Jean is that cool,” Hyunsuk shrugs. Before he continues to go on his mini rant, there’s a tentative knock on the door.

“That’s God telling you to shut up.” You shoot back at him, and Hyunsuk rolls his eyes when he hops off the bed and heads toward the door. Junkyu’s half way through a bag of hot cheetos, and fixated on the door.

“Who is it?” He mumbles, mouth still full of cheetos.

“Do I look like I have laser vision?” Hyunsuk clamors.

You start giggling and Junkyu just crosses arms; when Hyunsuk opens the door, you and Junkyu keep out of the entryway and try to catch glances of the person standing there. Hyunsuk lets out a nervous laugh, and his glance backwards makes your stomach churn.

“Oh, hey, Byounggon!” Hyunsuk’s enunciating from the front of the room, and immediately, Junkyu drops the cheeto bag out of his hand, and ushers you off the bed.

“Hey, bro. Can I come in for a sec? I just wanted to... ask you about something.” Byounggon’s voice echoes in the drafty hallway, and suddenly, it seems like you can feel the icy rush of air that’s blowing Hyunsuk’s hair, and making the hem of his shirt sway.

“Yeah, dude, no worries. Just give me a sec, I need to uh... put on my pants!” Hyunsuk’s reply feels strained and anxious, but he smiles, and it’s that smile that’s blinding like morning light, and soothing like warm embraces. You thought it would work.

“But... you’re wearing pants?”

Okay, so maybe it didn’t.

“Bye!”

***

“You can’t be here, right now!” Hyunsuk whisper shouts after slamming the door shut. He’s running toward the bed like a mad man, and pacing around the room with his hands through his hair.

“What do you want me to do? Disappear?” You answer frantically. Now, you’re off the bed and pacing back and forth with him. All of a sudden, with crumbs of hot cheeto dust falling off his lips, and onto the fresh white linen of the bed, Junkyu comes up with an idea:

“The closet!” He says in triumph, and now he’s standing up too, and ushering you toward the tiny sliding door with slots of blinds.

“No!” You whine.

Hyunsuk glances at the small closet and winces. But then he looks back at the door, remembers that Byounggon is still standing awkwardly behind it, and then he nods fiercely.

“Yes.” He says calmly. He opens the closet door, packed to the brim with Hyunsuk’s jewelry, Junkyu’s turtlenecks, and a whole lotta things you can’t even recognize. You pout at Hyunsuk, hoping to change his mind, but he’s pouting right back.

“5 minutes tops, okay?”

You look at him in disbelief, but the look in his eyes tells you he really means it.

“Okay, okay! Fine! I’ll get in the stupid closet.” You mumble. The steps you take toward the dark box are forced and heavy, but the sigh of relief Hyunsuk lets out in the end make you think it’s all worth it.

“I love you, (Y/N)!” Junkyu sings from the other side when he shuts the sliding door over your body, now pressed up against God knows what. You numbly nod your head and lean back into the mountain of clothes that sits behind you.

At least it smells good in here.

***

“So, what’s on your mind, Bro?” You can hear Hyunsuk’s voice through the closet, and if you squint really hard, you think you can see the fluffy blonde strings of his hair.

Byounggon, at least you think, is sitting across from him on the bed with his legs crossed. He’s wearing an over-sized white t-shirt with dark blue skinny jeans, and you hate that you love the way his single earring dangles against the side of his neck.

“You guys are close with...(Y/N), right?” Byounggon’s voice, for the time in a long time, sounds less like the confident drawl you’re used to, and more like the soft and tender murmur that is far more compatible with the flushing of his cheeks, and the wandering of his eyes. The way your name falls from his lips makes you shiver against the warmth of the clothes that shadow around you, and it’s a feeling that makes your heart flutter, and your stomach sink.

“Yeah,” Junkyu responds. “We’re pretty close, what’s up?”

Byounggon lets out an audible sigh, and then he takes his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I don’t know... I just, we had a weird run-in earlier, and I can’t stop thinking about it?” He runs his hands through his hair. “I’ve always kinda liked her? I gave her my number and everything, but I don’t know, she didn’t really seem into it.”

“Nah, (Y/N)’s not like that, Man. She likes everybody! There’s no way she wouldn’t like you!” Hyunsuk chimes in response, shaking his head adamantly. But Byounggon doesn’t seem convinced.

“I stole her fucking drink, Bro.”

“Yeah, why’d you do that?” Junkyu asks.

“I don’t know!” Byounggon stammers in response. “I was just, I was freaking out! I was trying to... look cool.”

You watch as Hyunsuk places his hand on Byounggon’s shoulder; he’s smiling a little, and at the same time, scrunching his nose.

“Don’t worry about it, dude. There’s no way she doesn’t like you. But, if you want her to like you, you know, like that, then I don’t really know how she feels about it. It’s up to her.”

“Yeah,” Byounggon breathes out. “You’re right. Thanks guys.”

You’re still watching as Byounggon gets up and heads toward the door. You’re still watching as Junkyu and Hyunsuk both stand up with him, and you’re still watching as you feel your heart hammering out of your chest, and when the air of the cramped closet seems to be running out like sand in an hourglass.

You’re still watching when Byounggon trips over one of Junkyu’s berets and stumbles toward the door, and when you let out an unhinged, and quite noticeable, laugh.

“Uh, what was that?” Byounggon asks, eyes sweeping around the room in confusion.

“That,” Hyunsuk struggles to find the right words. “That, was my... Furby.”

“Your... Furby?”

“Mhmm.” Hyunsuk’s voice is a slightly higher pitch, and the words sound like their fighting their way out of his mouth. “That’s my Furby. It’s always making noise when it’s not supposed to. Sometimes... it just, does that, in the middle of the night.”

“That’s kinda creep, Bro.” Byounggon remarks, crinkling his nose.

“Creepy,” Hyunsuk repeats. Then he spares a glance in your direction. “Annoying. Frustrating. Aggravating. It’s all of those things.” While he’s still turned toward you, he mouths something that looks like “Shut up!”... or maybe it’s “Fuck you!”... you can’t tell.

Byounggon nods his head, and giggles a little bit. He turns toward the door, and this time, he looks like he’ll actually leave. But then his head peaks back around toward the guys, and he gestures in their direction.

“Are you guys coming to Seunghun’s party later?”

“Probably not,” Junkyu answers. “Have fun though. Tell Hun to be a good host this time and not puke on the guests.”

Byounggon giggles again, and with his foot through the door this time, he nods his head and steps out.

“Alright, I will. Thanks for the help guys.”

“Yeah, no worries, dude. Have fun.”

And with that same rush of cold air, and a soft wave goodbye, Lee Byounggon walks back out the door.

***

“I can breathe.” You groan as Junkyu opens the closer and releases you from your temporary prison.

“Don’t be dramatic.” Junkyu chides. “It was like, three minutes.”

“Me? I’m the dramatic one? You cried for like three weeks when we watched Les Miserables!”

“It was sad!” He retorts. “And how many times have you made us watch that stupid Netflix movie?”

Your mouth falls open, and suddenly, feels a little dry. Junkyu points at you and narrows his eyes.

“Exactly! Shut up.”

“You got me.” You admit, and fall limply onto the bed.

“You guys are fucking dumb.” Hyunsuk groans, walking towards the door. “I’m getting snacks.”

“Says the guy with the Furby.” Junkyu snickers into his pillows, and you feel yourself starting to laugh hysterically.

“I hate you both.” Hyunsuk mutters.

“Wait, I’m coming with you!” Junkyu exclaims, running out the door after him. “I’m out of hot cheetos.”

God, you loved these idiots.

***

Three minutes into their absence, you start to think about what Byounggon said. And without even thinking about it, you take the crumpled napkin out of your back pocket, and unfold to the numbers that are scribbled underneath. You stare at those numbers like they’ll jump off the napkin and make the decision for you. A couple times, you start to type the first three digits; but that’s when you feel something creeping in the back of your throat, a sense of hesitation. Then you think about what he said again.

‘I’ve always kinda liked her.’

You press all seven digits into the phone and press call.

As the dial tone begins to ring in, you’re telling yourself to press end, over and over and over, but as much as your mind drones on and on, your fingers remain where they are, and your ears are listening intently.

He won’t pick up. He won’t pick up and then it’ll be like nothing ever happened, and I can just play it off like—

“Hello?”

The sound of his voice shatters your thoughts like glass to hard stone. The sound on the receiver is muffled, and you’re not sure if it’s the poor quality of your old phone, or the poor company he’s surrounding himself with. In the background, you can hear the sound of soulless teenagers shouting, drinks clinking, and booming music. The beating of your heart is rampant, and loud, but you can hear his surroundings like they’re your very own. You’re trying to force your throat, trying to make a sound, but something, or someone, stops you.

‘Gon, baby, who are you talking to?’ You can hear a voice whine on the other side of the line, and then the sound of shuffling. It makes your jaw slack and your hands shake around the receiver; and suddenly, this overwhelming sense of stupidity looms over you, and you’re embarrassed that you thought this could ever be something other than what’s happening right now.

“J-just give me a sec,” you can hear him whisper. “(Y/N)?”

You hang up the phone.

***

When Junkyu walks back into the room, your eyes are stinging with tears.

“Hey, I forgot my wallet, is it under the pillow you’re sitting on?” He says mindlessly, eyes wandering around the room until he stops to take in your pained expression. He tilts his head to the side, and comes closer.

“Hey, hey. Is everything okay?” He whispers, gripping your chin and forcing you to look up at him. You offer him a tight smile.

“You called?” He asks, and he wraps his arms around your waist, and pulls you close. You nod into the warmth of his neck, and he hums into your hair.

“It didn’t go well?”

You nod again, and Junkyu, now running his hands over your scalp, is also running his hands down your back to calm you down.

“It’s gonna be fine, okay? You don’t have to talk to him if you don’t want to.”

You pull away, wipe your eyes, and nod your head.

“Thanks, Kyu.” You sniffle, and he grabs you a tissue off the nightstand.

“Always.”

In a moment's time, Hyunsuk is moaning his way through the front door with his hands full of Shin Ramen, Lays Potato Chips, and Coca Colas.

“Kyu, you said you’d help me with this stuff! And then you just, ran off!” Hyunsuk empties his ocean of snacks onto his bed, and then squints his eyes at you in curiosity when he takes in the scene in front of him.

“Hey,” he says softly, as he rushes closer to you. “You good?”

You nod, and Junkyu nods too.

“Yeah, she just got some Cheeto dust in her eye.”

Hyunsuk nods in understanding and pats your shoulder.

“I got you.” Then he pops open one of the Coca Cola cans, takes a large swig, and averts his eyes to the TV.

“So what’re we watching?”

“To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before.” Junkyu quips matter of factly, and Hyunsuk’s face twists in disgust.

“A-Are you serious? W-why?”

“Because I love that fucking movie.” Junkyu snaps. “Now, stop talking shit!”

“Fine,” Hyunsuk presses. “But I said what I said... Lara Jean is not that cool.”

“SHUT UP!”

For the first time in a long time, the bus is not filled to the brim with crowded bodies and wandering toddlers. With the occasional glance out of the clouded window beside you, you sit in the second to last row; legs crossed and ears attuned to the melodious rumbling of the bus. The bus ride is bumpy roads and many, many unnecessary red lights, but that’s to be expected. What you were not expecting, however, was the eager body of Lee Byounggon rushing to the back of the bus at the next stop.

Byounggon comes rushing down the aisle of the bus like he’s running toward the finish line at a track meet. Except, right now, you think he’s running a little faster. You spare him a glance as he stops in front of where you’re sitting, and flashes you that smile; it’s that same smile he makes when you ask him if he’s finished his homework, that same smile that peers back at you when he steals one of your pencils; that smile that encapsulates misplaced confidence. Right now, that smile watches as you fiddle with the volume button on your phone.

“Music not loud enough?” His voice rings like a wind chime. You’re not even listening to music.

Your tongue darts out of your mouth when you look at him, and it’s partially because you’re still shaken from your encounter days ago, and partially because he looks so good. Byounggon stands wearing a denim jacket, and the tufts of fur surging out of the collar frame his long neck, perfectly contrasting the dark cascade of his hair. For a second, your eyes linger, and then, with a peak upward, you take in his amused expression. It looks so natural on him. But then again, so did those flushed cheeks, those crimson ears, and that pinched expression from a few days before; you wondered which one was real.

When you don’t respond, Byounggon takes it upon himself to slide into the seat right next to you. His body is warm, and when the top of his exposed knee brushes against your ankle, you feel your body stiffen.

“Can I sit here?” He asks.

“None of the other 30 seats available peaked your interest?” You gesture across the entire span of the bus; but Byounggon doesn’t bother looking. Now, he’s shrugging his shoulders and biting his lip.

“I thought I’d sit with a friend?”

“Friend?” You repeat. “Friend?”

“Yeah, friend, you do know what that is right?” The sound of Byounggon’s laugh prevents you from shoving him straight off the seat, and onto the cold floor. You give him a sour glance.

“Yeah, I know what that is, you asshol-,” you start, but Byounggon cuts you off with another airy laugh.

“Geez, I was just joking, relax.” He lifts his hands, in that way that he does, and he puckers his lips in thought. “You called me, the other night, right?”

“Mmmm,” you squint and tilt your head, pretending to contemplate. “Don’t think I did.”

“Really?” He draws out. “I have caller ID, you know.”

You hope he doesn’t notice the way your pupils widen, or the way your hands, still fiddling with the volume, start getting clammy.

“Must’ve just been a butt dial, or something.” You shrug. And then he nods. And then he smiles.

“Butt dial, huh?”

“Yup.”

“So then... you put my number in your contacts?” You want to slap the smirk right off his face. Or maybe kiss it.

“No,” your voice trails off. “I didn’t.”

He hums out. “I mean, you must’ve because I don’t think it works otherwi—,”

“Okay! I called you! I was just... gonna call you out for stealing my bubble tea.” You mumble quietly, pointing your gaze down at your fidgeting feet.

Byounggon doesn’t respond, he just slowly nods his head and bites his lip. For a second, you think he looks disappointed. And then his face breaks out into a smile.

“So where are we going?” He announces loudly, clapping his hands together.

“We?” You deadpan. “I’m going to the library. You are going...,” the words don’t come as easily as you wish they would have, “wherever...you’re going.”

“Good one.” He teases. “Mmm... why don’t we go to the arcade?”

“Did you hear anything I just said or...?”

“Arcade it is.”

“Byounggon, I’m not—,”

***

“I cannot believe I’m here right now.”

You, through much avail, are standing in front of a claw machine and a pool table. The arcade looks something out of a 90’s catalogue, and it looks like it hasn’t used since about then, too.

You are frowning under the arcade’s sorry excuse for lighting, and Byounggon smiles brightly against the dark tiles on the wall.

“C’mon,” he calls out, walking towards the claw machine. “I’ll win you something.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, and sit with him, side-by-side. Byounggon fondles the clutch of the game, and once, twice, three times, you watch as the stuffed animal he picks up falls back onto the mountainous pile.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think the point of the game is to take the stuffed animal, not drop it, and then put it into that box in the back over there.”

Byounggon’s tongue waves out of his mouth, and he licks his upper lip. His jaw is tight, but his face is still stretched in that crooked smile you love so much, so you know he’s not mad. He scrunches his nose, and one of his eyes squeezes shut.

“You’re funny.”

He tilts his head to the side and gestures toward the machine.

“Why don’t you give it a try?”

Leaning into the machine, you playfully crack your knuckles, and this time, it’s your face that’s breaking out into a smile.

“Which one do you want?”

Byounggon is giggling at your sudden burst of confidence, and his eyes flick over the green stuffy at the very back.

“The dinosaur,” he says fondly, inching closer to the machine, inching closer to you. You pretend not to notice.

Byounggon is fixated on this moment in a frenzy of amusement and curiosity. When your eyebrows pull together, and you’re focusing on the claw machine, he doesn’t bother hiding the intensity of his gaze. He didn’t care how you were holding the clutch, that the dinosaur had been captured by the claw, that it was lurching toward the slot—he could only focus on you. The way your hair swept over the front of your face. The way your tongue peaks out of your mouth when you’re concentrating. The way your eyes glaze over when you’re staring at something you care about. He was entranced by that gaze; hypnotized. He memorized the pattern of your soft blinking, and the way your eyes seemed to tell him how you were feeling right in that moment; happy.

He wanted you to look at him that way.

Byounggon is still thinking about the way your eyelashes flutter by the time you take the fluffy green dinosaur out of the ‘winner’ slot and parade around the arcade in a wild rampage.

“Here,” you exclaim, shoving the fluffy dinosaur in his direction. “You can keep it.”

“T-Thanks.”

***

The walk back to the bus stop is breathtakingly quiet. And by that, you mean that the sound of Byounggon’s soft breathing is an oddly tranquil cross between sweet lullaby and exercise induced asthma. The way the white puffs of air are released into the chilly winter afternoon captures your attention, and the myriad of airy white coils makes something unfamiliar stir up inside your chest. You think it looks like art.

“Here,” Byounggon clears his throat, lazily shrugging the denim jacket off his shoulders. “Take this, you’re freezing.”

He now regards the way your hands are rubbing together under the poor insulation of your hoodie, the way your mouth seems to be sealed to prevent it from chattering, the way your nose is flushed a crimson red, and in Byounggon’s opinion, it’s excruciatingly adorable. You bite your lip in a moment of contemplation, and then you firmly shake your head.

“Nah,” you wave your hand. “I-I’m good.”

When the words stutter out in a shiver, you want to close your eyes and groan in frustration. You almost start to chastise yourself for your lack of warmer clothes, but then you remembered you were supposed to be in the library right now, and the library had perfect heating.

“Just take it, (Y/N). You’re shivering.” You want to shake your head again, say no, but now his eyes are digging deep into yours, and it takes you back to that place that makes your throat itch and your mind blank. “Please?”

“Okay.” You breathe out. “But, if want me to wear it, then I’m gonna keep it. I’ve always wanted one of those denim jackets, you know, the ones with the fur on the inside?”

Byounggon starts laughing and he shakes his head, at the end, he rolls his eyes and looks back at you.

“That’s cool,” He murmurs, and he seems like he means it. “I’ve got like, three more.”

“Okay.” You nod, hesitantly taking the jacket from him, and slipping it around your shaking body. When the fur on the inside makes contact with your icy skin, it’s a feeling of relief and euphoria. You tightly shut your eyes and sigh into the warmth he’s provided you. You look at him once, and then you skip upward to the bus stop, leaving him trailing a few steps behind. From the bus stop, you turn your head and smile toward him.

“It’s not that warm.” You chide. And Byounggon only laughs, running forward to catch up.

***

On the bus ride, Byounggon’s been tapping his fingers against the condensed window, and drawing miscellaneous figures in the collected water vapor. From the corner of your eyes, you can see a twinkle in his eye that’s far too pure, far too innocent, to ever belong to a boy with his kind of reputation. He’s still staring at the window when you let your head fall against his shoulder. It was silly of you to think he’d let that go unnoticed.

“Whaaaaat?” He gasps, mouth falling wide open. “Did you just... initiate... physical contact... with me?”

“Gon?”

“Yeah?”

“Shhhhh.”

***

The walk back to your dorm is less awkward than you thought it would be, and when Byounggon leans against your door, one hand on the frame, and the other lingering on his side, you feel like leaning in, and falling into him completely.

“I’ll see you later, (Y/N).” His voice is barely above a whisper. You nod your head, bite your lip, and wave him out the door. When he walks out of sight, and steals one glance back to look at you, you flash him a sudden smile. He returns it, and the rush of energy surging through your body makes you want to slam the door behind him and jump up and down in glee. Before you can even begin to flutter at today’s excursion, you are met with the amused voice of your tried and true.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Junkyu’s voice booms from top of your bed. On instinct, you jump back in fear, and strike a hand to your chest.

“Kyu?! How long have you been waiting here?!”

“Since the morning... I thought we were gonna get bubble tea after you studied at the Library? If that’s even where you went,” he huffs, wiggling his eyebrows at you, the look in his eyes a little too promiscuous.

“Nothing happened.” You state blankly. “We just ran into each other on the bus.”

“Is that why you’re wearing his jacket, (Y/N)? If that’s even your real name!”

You looked at Junkyu once in exasperation, and then again, with a stupid smile.

“Kyu, you’re being ridiculous right now.”

“Seriously though,” He murmurs, corners of his mouth inching up into a soft grin. “I thought we didn’t like him?”

Now, you realize, your body is swaying, and your eyes are shifting from the floor, to the ceiling, to Junkyu, and then back to the floor. The plains of your cheeks feel hot, and you want to sigh when you realize they’re probably turning red, too.

“We like him?” Junkyu repeats, this time jumping off the bed and towards you. He takes your hands in his. “Do we like him?”

“I don’t know, Kyu,” you whine out. “Maybe?”

Junkyu doesn’t restrain himself, and jumps wildly into your embrace, rampantly shaking you back and forth. A few seconds later, when Hyunsuk strolls through your door, he takes one look at the sight in front of him and furrows his brows.

“Wow. What’s going on here?” Hyunsuk’s eyes are wide and his lips are pursed into a smile.

“(Y/N) has a crush!” Junkyu teases, and your cheeks feel hotter than they did before.

“Do you guys have any concept of privacy?” You groan.

“Nope!” They both sing, and Hyunsuk joins in on the group hug, patting your back, and laughing.

“I guess we’re not a throuple anymore?” Hyunsuk randomly bursts out.

Oh God.

“We should throw a party.” Hyunsuk’s voice rings in your ears. He’s situated on your dorm’s desk, struggling to read his textbook under your room’s poor lighting, and balancing a pencil on his nose.

“We,” you repeat. “-should study for our Bio final.”

“Mmmm. That doesn’t sound like fun.” Junkyu murmurs. He, is currently scrolling through his instagram feed, and abandoned the workings of mitosis about two hours ago.

“We’re studying, Kyu.” You remind. “It’s not supposed to be fun.”

Hyunsuk shakes his head adamantly and takes a swig of his Mountain Dew. He shakes his finger at you.

“You got it all wrong, (Y/N). This is college. It’s allllllllllll about fun.”

“Plus, you can invite Byounggon if you want,” Junkyu sings from the side, waving a blurry selfie from Byounggon’s instagram account at you.

“Just because I kinda, sorta, have a crush on him, doesn’t mean my whole world revolves around him, you guys! Geez.” You lean back into your bed and wrap yourself in the covers.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” Hyunsuk questions.

“Yeah?”

“How’s that taste?”

“What?”

“I said, how’s that taste?”

“How’s what taste, you dumbass?”

“All that haterade!” Hyunsuk giggles back at you, and then he runs over to Junkyu, who gives him a hi-five, and soon follows suit.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t giggling too.

***

The party happens on a Saturday night.

Right now, your eyes are surfing the crowd of rowdy college students, shifting over the empty bottles of beer, the awkward grinding of couples, and for some reason, a box of tampons?

College is weird.

Hyunsuk’s walking around in something that looks awfully similar to a toga; you’d asked him about it, but he just rolled his eyes, mumbling something about how you don’t understand fashion, (Y/N)! Junkyu, on the other hand, is playing limbo with your friends Seunghun and Midam. They don’t have a limbo stick, so they’re using your Hello Kitty broom.

“(Y/N)!” Hyunsuk shouts, carefully stepping over people’s shoes with a large tray of Jello shots perched on his shoulder. “Can you hold this? I wanna play limbo.”

You shake your head in disbelief and begin to laugh, taking the tray from his hands.

“Yeah, Suk, I’ll take it.” And he places a kiss on your cheek in excitement.

“I love you, (Y/N)!” He calls out, and then in a drunken fury, he’s already starting to play with the rest of them.

“That’s a lot of alcohol for one person.” The heat of Byounggon’s breath fans over the back of your neck, and you know it’s Byounggon by the way your arm breaks out in goosebumps. When you turn around, you take in his appearance completely. Before you, he stands in a black denim jacket with dark wash jeans; his dark sweeps down into his eyes a little bit, but not so much that you can’t decipher those specs of dark brown that bore into you. His lips are curved into a sideways smile, like they always seem to be; but this time, you care less about the curve of his lips, and more about how soft they look.

“Hey.” You breathe out.

***

“You know, if I wasn’t so drunk right now, I’d say that you were staring at me.” His voice, like that day in the cafe, like that day on the bus, is smooth and cool. You assume it’s the alcohol.

You catch his gaze and fiddle with the hem of your shirt, somewhat out of breath, and somewhat in a whirlwind of confidence you didn’t know you had.

“Yeah, well, you’re drunk.” You retort, shrugging your shoulders. You catch the way his eyes linger on the skin of your collarbone, and you feel yourself gulp. He’s not as subtle as he thinks he is when he’s drunk.

His tongue runs over the plump expanse of his lips in a way that makes the your heart singe in your chest, it’s almost sinful. He’s still biting his lips when he looks down at the floor, and then he looks back up at you, and his smile, like always, is electrifying.

“Okay.” He nods.

“Okay.”

***

Somehow, you’re no longer in the safe confines of Hyunsuk’s dorm, but rather sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter top with Byounggon’s lips running all over your neck. The cold, slightly damp, surface underneath the sheer cloth of your skirt provides a sense of discomfort that’s hard to ignore, but the way Byounggon sucks on the sensitive skin below your ear makes you feel like nothing else exists. You are running your hands through his hair, tugging on instinct, and breathing hard into the mirror that stands behind your head. He breathes deeply into the side of your neck, and it’s enough to make your body erupt in soft chills. His grip around your waist softens when he brings his lips back to yours, and he plants a kiss on your lips; this time, not fast, or harsh, but slow, and sensual. The way his lips linger when you pull away makes your hands quiver, and you’re still thinking about the way he bites your lower lip by the time the kiss is over.

Byounggon moves his face slightly away from yours, and he’s looking into your eyes with that intensity you can’t quite place.

“I wanna know if something will ever come of this, (Y/N).” The sheer vulnerability in his voice makes your heart palpitate, and your throat hitch.

“I like you, Gon.” You say tenderly. “I really, really do. I just—I think about, things.”

His eyes are still boring into yours, and he blinks consecutively, you know he’s confused.

“What things?”

“Just, things, Gon. Like, like when you were at Hun’s party, a-and I called you, and there was that girl—,”

“What girl?” He cuts you off. “I wasn’t with a girl that night. Nor have I been with any girls since.... since you, (Y/N).”

You know he’s telling the truth by the way his voice breaks at the end. It’s that voice. Lee Byounggon is a boy that oozes confidence in ways you can hardly fathom, and because of that, he is good at hiding. There were times when his palms would sweat, and his cheeks would flush, and his throat would close, but he still sounded like the most confident person on the planet. In this moment, you think he sounds nothing like that boy. You think he sounds hurt, dejected, honest.

“I-I don’t know, Gon. I just, I-I don’t know,” Tears are stinging your eyes, and then they pool up, slide down your cheeks in hot rushes; by then, you are closing your eyes in disappointment. Disappointment in yourself.

“Are you really scared I’m gonna break your heart, (Y/N)? Or is it that you’re afraid of letting yourself go?”

The flood of emotions that comes over you is far too overbearing to be contained in the box-like expanse of the dimly lit bathroom, and so you push yourself off the counter, and fling out the door in a rush of running mascara, and swallowed emotions.

You can still hear Byounggon calling out your name when you let yourself out of Hyunsuk’s dorm, and tearfully walk back home.

“I think something’s seriously wrong. She never says no to bubble tea!”

“She said no to bubble tea?”

“Yeah! I asked her if she wanted some, and she was just like no I don’t feel like it. What? How do you just not feel like it? She always feels like it! Even that one time we watched Scream and she felt like puking! She drank it! And she puked!”

“Something is seriously wrong here.”

The sound of Junkyu and Hyunsuk’s deliberation makes your eyes close in aggravation, and your mouth widen in something reminiscent of a laugh. The boys have been huddling together, out of their mind all morning trying to put together the pieces of last night. It really didn’t help that they were both hammered out of their minds, and that the last thing they remember was watching Seunghun accidentally snap your Hello Kitty broom in two during a wild Limbo accident.

You push yourself out of the bathroom, and suddenly, Junkyu and Hyunsuk sit in complete silence, and shine encouraging smiles in your direction.

“Heeeeey, pretty lady,” Hyunsuk welcomes. “What’s up?”

Your eyes crinkle in distaste, and you poke him in the shoulder playfully.

“I could hear everything you guys were saying, you know?” You remind, and then the smile falls half way from his lips, and he bites his cheek. Junkyu looks to you with a gentle smile, and pats the empty spot next to him on the bed.

“Did something happen?” Junkyu asks softly.

The memories of last night have been playing back in your head on repeat since you entered your dorm mid-breakdown. Junkyu and Hyunsuk realized you were gone a couple minutes later, but by the time they entered your dorm, you were already trying to force yourself to sleep. They collectively decided talking to you in the morning would be a better idea. But even after a night’s worth of contemplation, you can’t seem to find the right words.

“Did he do something?” Hyunsuk questions, and his chest puffs out a little. The gesture makes you smile fondly.

“No, no,” You explain. “It was nothing like that. Honestly, it was mostly my fault.”

Junkyu lets his head fall on your shoulder, and Hyunsuk rubs his hand down your back as you explain.

“I don’t know, I just, I like him, I really do. I’m just....,” You swallow, and a feeling of shame falls over you. “Scared?”

Junkyu notices your change in demeanor and he grabs your hand suddenly. He squeezes your hand and snuggles into your side.

“Feeling scared is natural, (Y/N). But sometimes, you need to take some risks if it means you’ll experience some of the most beautiful things in life, you know?”

You nod into his embrace, and Hyunsuk joins in.

“Damn,” Hyunsuk fans out. “Where was that fucking deep advice when I got my hand stuck in the vending machine last week?”

And even though your cheeks are still wet with tears, the room erupts in laughter.

***

Now, you’re swaying back forth on a swing implemented by your campus as a “brain break”, and the wind that sweeps underneath your feet is fresh and exhilarating. For the first time in a long time, the sky is not outstretched in muted grey, but instead, a light and radiant blue.

“Hey.” You hear Byounggon’s voice from behind you. Chills are rising from the back of your neck and you’re not sure if it’s because of the passing of the wind, or the sentiment in his voice.

They didn’t.

“Suk and Kyu told me you’d be out here.” He explains, before taking the swing next to you.

They did.

Your eyes glaze over his face with such tenacity, it reminds Byounggon of that time when you were playing with the claw machine. He remembers the way your eyebrows pulled together, the way your hair swept over your face, the way your tongue peaked out of your mouth, that way you gazed when you looked at something you cared about. He remembers the way he craved for that gaze, and right now, right before him, he thinks he sees it once again. He bites his lip to prevent the smile from breaking out onto his face.

“Look, I wanna apologize,” he starts, but then you shake your head and grab his hand. He’s shocked by the gesture, you know because his body tenses, and he looks back at you with eyes squinted in curiosity.

“No,” you tell him. “Don’t.”

He nods slowly, and you take that as a sign to continue.

“I,” You take a breath of fresh air, you stop swinging. “I want to apologize to you. F-for everything. For being so difficult, for not t-trusting you. I’m sorry for projecting my fears onto you, because you didn’t do anything wrong. And you’re right. I am afraid of letting myself go.”

Byounggon nods his head and squeezes your hand as you continue. He shifts closer to your side, and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer into his embrace. You let your head fall onto his shoulder, and you let yourself move closer into his chest, closer to his beating heart. He wonders if you can hear it beating wildly in this moment.

“It’s okay to be scared, (Y/N),” He murmurs into your hair. “We don’t have to do anything. We can just, stay like this. And whenever you’re ready, we can try, and you know, do the couple thing....I-if that’s what you want, of course.”

You nod into his crook of his neck, and smile into the warmth of his chest. He’s swinging back and forth now, out of anxiety or excitement, you’re not sure; maybe both.

“Hey Gon?”

“Yeah?”

“I wanna try.”

Months of sweet glances, chaste kisses, and hiding from Hyunsuk and Junkyu pass smoothly like the seasons, and Byounggon loves every minute of it. You do, too, of course. But you’re a little less obvious about it.

There are times when you remember the bus ride, or the arcade, sometimes you think about the notorious party. And each time, you regret that you spent the early stages of your blooming romance separating your boyfriend into different parts. There were times when you thought that the Byounggon that stole pens, and sometimes kisses, was different from the Byounggon that blushed uncontrollably when you ran your fingers through his hair, or shivered when you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

Over time, and with experience, you’ve come to realize that there are no parts, and that Byounggon, has always been the very same. He, since the beginning, has been that boy that loved you unconditionally and with a fervor that was truly commendable. And you, though sometimes you’re too shy to admit it, love him more than you could’ve ever imagined loving anybody. You stopped thinking about the things that you made unhappy, and started thinking about the way he made you feel when his lips are pressed against yours, or when his fingers are tangled in your hair. And which part of him was real, well, that wasn’t really a question anymore. It almost embarrassed you to admit how long it had taken you to realize. Which part of him was real?

All of him.

***

“So what’re we watching?” Byounggon’s voice booms. He’s been filing through the movie posters on Netflix’s homepage, and seemingly struggling, as nothing seems to be the right fit.

“You guys should watch Mission Impossible,” Hyunsuk calls out. “Now that’s a movie.”

“You’re such a nerd,” Junkyu replies. “(Y/N), watch whatever you guys want, and don’t let Hyunsuk poison your date night.” Now he’s singing out, and wiggling his eyebrows.

“Mmmmm,” Byounggon hums. “What about ‘To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before’? It’s recommended.”

You feel a sudden rush of nostalgia wash over you, and you catch a glance of Hyunsuk, who is already cringing.

“Nah,” you gloss over. “Honestly, Lara Jean is not that cool.”

Hyunsuk looks like he’s about to burst into tears, and Junkyu’s eyes are widening in shock. Byounggon’s not sure what’s going on.

“I’m so proud of you!” Hyunsuk cries, and he’s almost riled up enough to run over to you, and give you the biggest hug you’ve ever received.

“Okay, C’mon Drama Queen,” Junkyu pushes his shoulder. “Let’s leave the love birds to... do their thing.”

Your cheeks flush in embarrassment, and you want to throw the remote at Junkyu’s head.

“Bye, Kyu!” You seethe. “Bye, Suk.”

“Bye!” Junkyu calls out whilst opening the door. “Have fun! But not too much fun... but if you have too much fun, make sure you’re using the right kind of pro—,”

“GET OUT!”

Junkyu slams the door shut before the pillow you launch can hit him.

***

“Hey, Gon?” You mumble. His head is in your lap, and you’re winding your hands through the soft locks of his hair. When you look down at him, his eyes are fixed on the TV screen, but when you look away, he continues to stare back at you.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

His eyes take in your serene expression, and he quirks an eyebrow upward.

“Thank you for what, baby?” He questions into your thigh.

“Just for... everything.” You whisper bashfully, and the sight makes his eyes crinkle together in a smile that just takes your breath away.

“You’re cute,” he murmurs, pulling your neck down for a slow, but sweet kiss. You lean into the soft caress of his lips against yours, and sigh against his lips, pulling away to kiss the side of his cheek.

“Hey Gon?” You ask after a few minutes of lying together. Now, you’re cuddled into his side, and the movie you’re watching feels distant.

“Yeah, baby?” He’s rubbing his hand down your side.

“You wanna pick up some bubble tea?”

His face twists into something puzzling and playful. He looks down at you and pokes his finger into your cheek.

“But I thought we were watching a movie?”

“No, we are, it’s just, I hate to bring this up... but remember that one time, when you stole my drink, I just feel like you kinda owe me—,”

“Ohmygod.” He groans, rubbing a hand over his face. “Will you ever let that go?” And now he’s giggling, and shaking his head.

“I just,” You ponder for the right words, and you look over his face once again. The corners of his mouth are lifted, and the way his eyes shut makes your mouth curve into a small smile. You shrug dramatically into his chest. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget about it.”

Byounggon leans down, eyes fixated on your lips, and hands pushing the stray strands of hair out of your eyes. His lips meet yours, and it’s a kiss that’s warm, and emotional, and now it feels like you’re talking about something much deeper than some stolen bubble tea.

When he pulls away, his face lingers in front of yours, and your noses are almost touching.

“Yeah,” He breathes out. “Me neither.”

***

THE END.

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tmarauder101 · 5 years ago

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Bittersweet- Drarry Fanfic

This is a collab with Jess ( @shameless-bisexual )! She did the mood-boards and I did the writing. I had so much fun working with her and I've been working on this story since November and I love how it turned out so let me know what y'all think!

Enjoy!

~Vixen

~*@*~

“I took a chance, I took a shot

And you may think I’m bullet-proof, but I’m not. You took a swing, I took it hard.”

― Taylor Swift

~*@*~

5 years ago

Middle school- sixth grade, mid-year

Age 11

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”

Draco looks up from where he was sprawled out on the ground at the boy who bumped into him as he was turning the corner. The rather small eleven-year-old held out a hand to help him up. Eyeing the hand in masked distrust- no one at the school even remotely knew Draco existed let alone had ever been kind to him- the blond timidly let the hand ease him up. He looked down to see messy raven locks and bulky round black glasses gazing back at him.

“No worries,” Draco said, slowly and quietly so he wouldn’t stutter like the social recluse he was. Upon looking closer, Draco blurted out,

“Are you new here?” The boy chuckled, raising a hand to ruffle his hair. As he did so, a portion of his bangs moved and Draco’s eyes were drawn to a small lightning bolt shaped scar right above his left eyebrow.

“Yeah I am, I’m Harry, Harry Potter,” The boy, Harry, stuck out his hand. Draco shifted backward a bit in shock but shook the hand as he saw the dark eyebrows scrunch up a bit in confusion.

“I’m Draco.”

~*@*~

“Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?”

― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

~*@*~

Draco’s father was a Politician, and not really well liked amongst those of which he saw as ‘lower class’, which was practically everyone. Draco always assumed that was the reason he was always picked last for everything, why no one ever sat next to him willingly, why he had no friends. But when Draco went to high school, he began to wonder if it was him.

It’s not like Draco was particularly mean or rude, on the contrary he was shy, quiet, brainy. He would classify himself as a dork, really. His nanny, Dobby, had always called him sweet and caring. They had been one of his primary guardians growing up. His father almost never home, traveling for ‘work’ and his mother always out socializing and doing God only knows what.

Draco remembers back when he used to try and make friends. He remembered one girl he met in his last year of primary school, a bushy-haired genius named Hermione. They had met in the library and were partners for an English project once. She had been the only person to come to his house, and he thought they had gotten along quite well. He liked her, she was smart and a wonderful person to listen to. But the weekend after the project, Draco went to sit with Hermione at lunch and she was surrounded by people, when he moved toward an open spot at the table, one of the students had scooted into the seat. He took the hint and when to sit at his usual spot at the peanut free table. Alone.

He had tried to find Hermione alone, just to talk. Just so he wouldn’t have to be alone anymore. But each time, she had someone, or was busy, or simply turned away.

And Draco got the hint.

When Harry shook his hand, he felt that little spark flare up once again. But he stomped it out immediately. Why would he stay, he’d probably never see Harry again. And it was for the best, after all.

Draco was unlovable.

~*@*~

“Hearts are breakable," Isabelle said. "And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before".”

― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

~*@*~

High School- Senior year- first week of school

-Age 17-

Harry had sat next to Draco. In chemistry class. He just walked in and placed his bag on the table where Draco sat. The table in the corner, away from the door and in the front row, it was the table near the professor's desk was, and none of the other students quite liked Professor Snape, but he was Draco’s favorite teacher.

It had nothing to do with the fact that Snape had acknowledged Draco at least twice (in the same week!) in the hallways out of class. It had nothing to do with the fact that Professor Snape was the only teacher that gave Draco more than a glance, or actually marked his papers with what mistakes he made like all the other kids so he could actually make his papers better instead of having to go home and teach it all to himself again.

It certainly had nothing to do with the fact that sitting at that table would make him look like he chose to have no one sitting next to him, and it definitely wasn’t that he longed for human companionship-

Nope, it was only because he liked Professor Snape’s sense of humor.

Draco hadn’t talked to Harry in years. Not since he was eleven and naive enough to walk the same path he had walked when he was nine.

Not since he had overheard Harry in that hallway-

“Hey,” Draco flinched and raised his head just a bit so that his hair covered his eyes. He cocked his head a bit to the side, almost as if he was a puppy. It was a tactic he used with adults to get him out of conversations he didn’t want to get into.

He was not depressed, thank you very much, Miss. Umbridge. How he loathed the woman his mother had once worriedly hired as his therapist. She was a toad who tried to steal Barbies’ wardrobe.

“It’s been a while, what’s been- How are you… ?” Harry asked, nervously. Draco stared at him, expression unreadable. This had to be a prank or something. A dare given to Harry by that Weasley or something. ‘Go and talk to Malfoy, see if the idiot is even alive. At this point, I bet he’s just a terrible figment of everyone’s imagination.’ Just because he never talks, doesn’t mean he doesn't know how to, or that he’s deaf and blind. It’s not like he’s unaware of what people think of him. How could he have been if that’s the only thing he knows anymore. The only thing he’s completely sure of after what happened between with his parents.

Draco looked back to see Harry still staring at him, blushing profoundly with his head down, and shoulders tense. Draco couldn’t see his eyes but knew he wouldn’t like to. How could he after he saw the pure hatred in them when Harry had last gazed his way.

When Harry had wanted to…

“Yeah, you’re right…”

That memory had been branded in his mind forever.

Draco sighed and spoke for the first time since his parents had split and his mother had passed.

“Listen, you don’t have to sit or speak with me. You can go and tell all your friends that you did it. Just please leave,” Draco whispered, his voice soft like freshly fallen powdery snow. He had turned away from Potter- he opted to no longer call the boy by his first name, it hurt far too much- and opened his novel. He knew that the raven-haired boy got the hint. When Draco opened a book, he no longer engaged in what was going on around him. It was a sign to whoever was talking to him that the conversation was deemed over.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Harry sigh and pick up his bag. Harry walked off to another table but Draco saw it.

The small shake of Harry’s head to someone in the room.

Draco had been right.

He didn’t think there was anything left in himself to break a little more. Cut a little more, bleed a little more.

Why couldn’t he just be normal?

~*@*~

“Saying his name stabbed my heart, like someone had ripped through my carefully stitched up world and exposed the infected, pulsing red tissue that I thought was healing. ”

― Colleen Houck

~*@*~

When Draco was in his Freshman year, he had been, technically, an orphan. His mother had died the summer before, in a car crash. Unfortunately, Draco was in the very same car.

He still had nightmares about it.

Lucius and Narcissa had divorced when Draco was in middle school, when he was just 13. Lucius moved to the states and made it very clear he wanted nothing to do with the two former Malfoys.

Dobby had gone to college the very next year after the divorce. They were aspiring to be a fashion designer, and Draco was very proud that they had gotten into college. They two sent letters until Draco went to high school. Then the letters had stopped. Because he had been forgotten, again.

Seeing a pattern here?

The days turned to grey once more, just like the day that he had heard the words that unmasked his first friend. The world turning like the sky would right before it was about to rain. Colours still there but dulled, nothing really popping out.

When Draco was younger, he had believed he was cursed. He remembered a story he had written about a boy who was cursed to be forever alone. Only in that story, the boy and found his prince and lived a happily ever after. Draco knew he could never have one of those. Not in his life.

It’s funny, he remembered basing the prince off Har-

No, stop that.

He can’t be happy with other people. So he’ll have to not think about it, and endure. Just like he’s always done.

Because there was nothing anyone could do.

Not even Him.

~*@*~

“Everybody said, "Follow your heart". I did, it got broken”

― Mysterious Affair At Styles (Hercule Poirot, #1)

~*@*~

Sometimes, Draco mused, he missed Harry. He missed his long rambles about football, and how studies were boring. He missed the free periods in the library where they would get lost in the bookshelves, and Draco could talk with ease, with the comfort of books and his only friend at his side.

It all came to a head as the year ended.

Draco didn’t know what he would do when summer came. They hadn’t ever talked outside of school- mainly because Draco never saw Harry outside of school- so he opted to give him their house phone number. Maybe then they could talk, and plan to meet up.

When he waved goodbye to Harry, he missed the way Harry’s guardian - his godfather- had looked at Draco, but Draco remembered it later. When he would go over the memory in his mind over and over again as he cried himself to sleep the years following.

Draco had let his walls fall around Harry, and he had naively let the git worm his way into the blond’s fragile heart. He had hoped, wished, prayed that it would be worth it. That Harry did care, he tricked himself into thinking Harry was his friend.

It was all for naught.

Harry had never called. Draco never even got Harry's number -too excited with his own brilliant plan- to ask. But Harry hadn’t offered it either.

And the worst part?

Harry had promised.

Draco should have remembered that all promises had always been broken.

~*@*~

“Was it hard?" I ask.

Letting go?"

Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real.”

― Lisa Schroeder

~*@*~

Middle school- 7th Grade

Age 12

“-all know what he’s like! We all want him gone, and I know you do too!” Was that Ron Weasley? Draco stopped in his tracks. He had his arms around Hermione’s birthday present, he had made it himself. It was a jewelry box with little books painted on it. Inside was a gift card for Barnes & Noble and a small charm bracelet that was Percy Jackson themed. Hermione wasn’t having a birthday party, so he made her a present anyway, as he did for all of Harry’s friends.

When they came back from summer, Harry was surrounded by many friends.

Kids like Neville Longbottom, the Weasleys, Hermione, those Patil Twins and Lavender Brown. Zacharias Smith, and Anthony Goldstein. Cho Chang and Luna Lovegood, who he has shared a class with and wanted to be friends with but he never seemed to find her after classes, it’s not as though he doesn’t know how to take a hint.

They seemed to live near each other, and their parents were great friends as well. He had Harry’s late birthday present in hand-since they hadn’t met up over the break- and tapped his shoulder, giving it to him when they had a free period.

Harry had given him a small smile and introduced him to his friends.

“-we can’t just kick him out! That’s not nice, he hasn’t done anything wrong!” That was Harry, Draco realized, snapping back to reality.

“Yes, we can Harry! He’s a Malfoy, and he can’t be trusted. We all want him gone! He’s so annoying and clingy. We can all see how much you don’t like him hogging you, Harry. It’s ok if you don’t want him around. It doesn’t make you a bad person. You can say no.” Draco squeezes his eyes shut and leaned a bit closer. His breathing became labored, and he clutched his arms tighter around the box.

Please say no, please please say no, come on Harry please-

“Yeah, you’re right-”

Draco dropped the box with a bang and ran.

~*@*~

“Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.”

― Gabriel García Márquez

~*@*~

8th Grade- Graduation

Age 14

“Draco Malfoy- A honors, Principal's Award” There was a small round of clapping as Draco shyly stood up and accepted the certificate, posing for a brief picture. His eyes found those of his mother’s and he smiled brightly. The ones he only did around her.

As his eyes swept across the room, he landed on a mess of raven hair. Harry was scowling at the floor and Draco peered at him in curiosity and concern. When Harry lifted his gaze and Draco’s silver eyes searched the emerald ones. His heart stopped at what he saw in them.

Pure hatred.

Thank Hades and Poseidon that Draco was the last student. (Best for last they say)

~*@*~

“I don't think anyone can give you advice when you've got a broken heart.”

― Britney Spears

~*@*~

High school-

Senior year-

2 days after the chemistry class

Harry Potter keeps on following him.

He’s been since the very beginning of the year.

At first, Draco didn’t know what to think. He really didn’t think much of it, so Harry was in the lunch line at the same time as him, or at the library every day that he was, big deal.

It was only once he thought over it after that chemistry class a couple of days ago, that he realized it really could not be a coincidence.

Harry was following him around, almost like a lost puppy that’s found a human with a biscuit in their pocket. Only Draco had no idea what the ‘biscuit’ Harry wanted was.

Never did Draco think that he was the ‘biscuit’ Harry wanted.

-.*.-

“So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.”

― E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly,

-.*.-

“Hey Draco,” Draco looked up from his book, already a bit peeved with this person for interrupting his reading. Never tickle a sleeping dragon, they say, or a reading one. Both will end in a way most would find unpleasant.

Eyebrows scrunched together, he tilts his head in confusion as he looks behind him to see if there was anyone she was talking to other than him. A girl stood in front of him, a soft smile on her brown skin with cool, jewel undertones. But what makes him remember her is the bushy dark brown curls that float around her as she stands in front of him. His mask falls back down in a blink.

Hermione Granger.

Oh no…

“C-Can I help you?” Draco whispers, playing it off as if he doesn’t recognize her. Why are all these people seeing him all of a sudden?

For years, Draco had been invisible, never acknowledged. Why is it that now; when he’s finally come to terms with his isolation; when he’s able to get used to crying himself to sleep at night, alone with only the sound of artificial rain from his speakers filling his silent apartment; when he’s finally used to fending for himself; when he’s finally accepted he’s never going to be whole, why is it now, that people are seeing him? People who he had tried to get the attention of; people he let in; people who he thought he could trust; people who he thought would let him hope-

People who then broke him; left him crying, another piece cracked, shattered, irreplaceable. They left him, and now they’re coming back?

Do they think he’s really that naive?

He does the ducking and hiding tactic again, watching as Hermione's hopeful eyes which were lit up only moments ago, dimed with something akin to sadness. But, he knows people can be brilliant actors.

Yes, he knows that’s hypocritical of him…

...shut up.

“I- um… W-What book are you reading?” She blurts out, and Draco barely manages to resist the urge to raise an eyebrow. He simply raises the book higher so she can read the front, effectively making the book cover his face as well.

Go away, please just leave me alone…

“Oh, that’s such an interesting topic! Do you know where I could find books on that in here?” Face still hidden behind his book, Draco rolls his eyes. Hermione was so bad at creating fake conversations, he would know.

Draco points to the call number on the spine of his book. It is a pretty familiar topic, one even the most unscholarly of students would know. It was just on Greek Gods, he’s always had a fascination for the ancient times. Probably because it was easier to get lost in a world that wasn’t his own.

Hermione slowly writes down the call number, after making a show of not having a paper or pen. It’s almost as if she wants to draw this out. How easy it would be to just reach out and grasp the chance. To just relieve her of her struggles, let her talk with him. It’s obvious that she wants to, the reason why is beyond him.

But he can’t, he can’t have his heart broken again. He can’t let himself hope anymore. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to put himself back together again.

Everyone he lets in leaves.

Pansy, his preschool friend, had moved. Blaise, the one exchange student that had come from Italy during 8th grade, had only been near him because he knew Italian -what else do you think Draco does with his time-. Once Blaise had learned enough English, he too left.

Hermione had left, Harry had left, his father, his mother, even Dobby.

All of them had left.

Sometimes he wonders if he should just leave too.

_~*~_

“Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't.”

― Stephen King, Hearts in Atlantis

_~*~_

It’s not that he’s suicidal, it’s more that he’s self aware. He doesn’t want to die, but it’s not as if he has a reason to be alive. He sometimes feels he lives in a state of non existence. Like he’s not living but still there. Not dead, but doomed to roam the Earth without being acknowledged.

He doesn’t fear Death, it seems more like a friend that he knows he will meet one day. But he doesn’t know what day, nor does he know when or how he feels about it. He’s come to terms with his fate.

His plan was to leave this town and go abroad, possibly to France? His mother had -used to- have connections there.

But why is everything changing all of a sudden?

_~*~_

“Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.”

― Lisa Kleypas, Sugar Daddy

_~*~_

“-again?” A voice says. Draco stops still. Suddenly he’s taken back to 7th grade.

We all want him gone!

He’s once again faced with a choice. Just around the corner the voice sighs, Draco presses himself against the wall practically holding his breath.

He knows he should move. He should run away, to not be hurt like he had been before. To not eavesdrop as it’s just plain rude, and his mother was mostly likely wincing from above. He knows he shouldn’t stay where he is, back against the wall, knuckles clenched till they’re stark white as they grip the book he has trapped against his chest, but…

But he can’t help it, the masochist in him winning out. The small part of him that wants answers, the one who always asks why.

He stays, daring to catch every word, challenging destiny, and mocking fate.

What he hears rocks him to his very core.

And his little flame of hope that had been long extinguished lit up one again.

_~*~_

“Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime.”

― Mineko Iwasaki

_~*~_

When Draco was three he had made a friend with a small little garden snake. She was very sweet and affectionate, for a snake. He found her tangled in his mother’s rose bush, a hawk circling above the area. He rescued her, and being as smart as she was, she didn’t attack him.

When his father found out, saying he was angry would be an understatement. He was positively livid. Draco had ran from the room with his friend wrapped around his wrist, rushing to leave her in the clutches of Mother Nature, lest she meet a terrible fate.

Upon releasing little Serena, Draco knew he would have to face punishment. It was not the first time his father had used his cane on him, but the silver digging into his own skin was worth the knowledge that his Serena would live for another day, at the very least.

The next day his father had came home with chocolates and apologies and Draco had embraced him and accepted his apologies. Of course Draco held that little silver memory close amidst all the dulled and rusted ones. That had been the last time his father had even gotten physical with him again, but aren’t mental scars just as worse?

Yet trust is like a mirror, even when they’ve apologized you can still see the cracks in that person’s reflection.

_~*~_

“The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it...”

― Nicholas Sparks, At First Sight

_~*~_

“Pardon?”

Draco refused to believe the man in front of him, Gods, when had Harry grown up?

Draco refused to believe the words coming out of raven haired man in front of him. Refused to believe Harry had even wanted to talk with him, let alone believe the explanation that was given to him.

He was sitting on the floor of the gent’s bathroom, having a panic attack again. This day kept surprising him, first with opening his locker to see flowers -white roses, his absolute favorite- in his lockers, along with a small package, sent him into a panic. This were all to similar to his father’s apologies. Why would someone send him this, why was this year not making any sense? He just wants to end High School so he can leave this area all together. So he can just leave and got study abroad like he had always planned to. There were no ties to him in his hometown after all.

But he got his answer in the form of a frantically apologizing Harry Potter.

“Please Draco, please believe me. I’m sorry, it was all a misunderstanding!”

“But y-you, and you said- Weasley- and me, and and-”

“None of it Draco! You didn’t hear everything, Ron was just being a jealous prick. I swear, I would never have left you! You were my first friend, my one link that made me want to stay here after moving from place to place for so so long. Please give me another chance. Please, please, please-” Harry’s bright eyes glistened with tears as he held Draco close to his chest, just as he had when he followed the blond into the restroom 15 minutes ago. Although it had felt like hours.

Harry whispering soft nothings into Draco’s ears trying to bring the silver eyed man down from his panic attack. Draco using the sound of Harry’s thumping heartbeat to calm himself down.

Now, they were talking, Draco with his back pressed against the wooden door and Harry kneeling in front of him, holding his hands and pleading with him.

And Draco was stunned, he was shocked and it seemed time froze. Someone wanted him? Someone out there wanted to talk with him? To do simple things like listen to him ramble about Greek Gods and fantasy stories. To do things like get coffee or tea with him at his favorite cafe. To do silly things he didn’t particularly enjoy but decided to participate in because his friend really enjoyed it.

There was someone?

“You mean...You do want to be friends with me? But why? I-I’m not-?” Draco cut off Harry’s rambling with a soft whisper. Draco looked up, fearing pity or disgust in those emerald eyes but all he saw were desperate tears.

Harry sobbed and crushed the smaller blond in his arms. Draco stiffed, not used to physical affection, or touch in general. When Harry pulled away, he looked the blond in the eyes, the silver filled with confusion and tiniest sliver of reluctant hope, while the green were filled with desperate determination.

“Draco, I will never let you go again. You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life, whether you like it or not. You’ll never be alone again.”

Draco stared back at Harry. Could it be? Could it be that he was wrong all along? Maybe he wasn’t doomed to live life alone, but he could only find out one way.

Draco let Harry pull him up, guiding him out to the hallway of the empty school. Draco looked up at the taller boy, meeting his eyes willingly.

For the first time since his mother’s passing, Draco smiled.

The world exploded in colour.

~*(✿)*~

“We're staying together," he promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again.”

― Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena

~*(✿)*~

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