#totally didn’t forget that tag shhh

[prizmpaws]

i realized that my heart shaped button maker is perfect for making ship pins so now i’m doing all of the main hatchetfield ships and uh. couldn’t stop myself at just one paulkins design

[shiny-kaibernyte]

Ooo is it ok if u write a drayton x reader where reader is really reckless and always takes on challenges such as doing 7 star terra raids and goes off on different adventures, and he gets worried and protective and the rest of the bb elite 4 find it cute and funny

Hope this is what you asked for. I'm kinda bad at writing this stuff 😅

Tag along | Drayton x Reader

Pokémon Scarlett and Violet Indigo Disk DLC Spoilers ahead!

After one to many raids where you get hurt. Drayton decided to finally ask you to let him come with you. Though things didn't go exactly as he had hopped.

Warnings: Small argument, Fluff, protective Drayton

SPOILER WARNING: No spoiler warning. Unless you don't know character names

“Drayton, I'm not so sure about this…” Your voice cut through the silence of the BB League room. Drayton had asked you completely out of the blue to let him tag along on your next raid. Which happened to be a black crystal 7star. “You’ve never even done a raid before.”

Leaning against the table, he simply turns his head and smiles, his pearly fangs flashing at you for a moment before pleading his case. “So? I’m a fast learner, I have good Pokémon too, gave you a challenge, didn’t I? Plus, you make one hell of a teacher.”

“True I do.” A snarky smile crosses your face for a moment, the sound of Crispin snickering in the corner at the self-confidence. “But even if I could show you about raid battling. I'm going to a 7 star… these aren't exactly teaching material. Especially given what's inside the crystal.”

“What’s inside? A larger than average Scorbunny? If so Drayton really should go.” Lacey teased, prodigy Drayton’s face with a gleeful smile. His own face scowled slightly at the remark.

“Maybe it’s an angry Trapinch coming back to taunt him! That would make for a spicy dish!” Crispin added, spinning his pan around.

Drayton’s head snapped up, and he stared at his fiery friend. “We do not talk about the Trapinch man! My ass still has NOT recovered from it… neither had my ego.”

“Think more… giant psychic mouse thing with serious anger issues.” You admit holding back the laugh that just wanted to leave your lungs.

“Well, that wasn’t what I expected… But hey! That's never stopped me before. Don’t forget which one of us helped you with the legendary hunt.” Drayton pestered, still clutching onto any string he can, to convince you to let him come. Anything to give him that edge up on you, if the dragon egg eyes won’t work. Then good old fashion pleading will have to do - and he’s about 5 seconds from doing that.

“Drayton, I love you, but I can't bring myself to let you come with me on this one! If it was a 4 star then yeah totally. But this is huge! These sorts of raids, I can't bring someone so inexperienced into the palace. I wouldn’t even bring Kieran!” You argued, it was no surprise that your pleas fell upon stubborn ears.

“That’s exactly why I want to go with you! It pains me whenever you come back from one of your raid trips hurt… or bruised. And I can't help but think to myself that I could have done something to help you. Take the load off of you!” His voice cracked slightly, not out of sadness or hurt, but more out of the fact he couldn’t do something to protect you. Drayton knows you can handle yourself, you’ve proven that to him on many occasions. But at the end of the day, you are still his treasure, and he wants to protect you, needs to. “Just let me come along this once! If I cause you problems, I’ll never ask again, just please humour me.”

Before you could even give him a response, Lacey’s voice cut through the tension, it was soft-spoken but clear. “Come on, let him… let him.”

“SHHH. It’s getting good…” Crispin's equally soft voice cut after hers, somehow eating popcorn. Where did he get that, why are you asking? He’s the chef, not me.

“Can you four stop bickering. You are ruining my concentration.” Amary’s scolded, the sound of her pocket watch snapping closed followed her voice. “In case you 3 have forgotten, we have a meeting to get to with the director. You have 5 minutes, don’t be tardy.” 

Amary’s left the room not long after. The 4 of you left dumbfounded in the room, it wasn't until Drayton’s voice chimed up again. “Okay, I was not the only one who had no idea she was in the room, right?”

“I think she spawned in?” Crispin answered with a question of his own.

“How long has she been here? I've been here all morning? Did she drink an invisibility potion… What does she know that we don’t?” Lacey’s brain scratched as well.

“I think it's like a Spinarak thing. If you stand still, they can’t see you.” Your fellow companions laugh at your remark, it's a dumb reason, but what isn’t. During the laughter, you take your chance to leave. Grabbing your bag and heading for the door, only for the sound of it shutting in your face to follow. Peering up, you notice Drayton’s somehow moved from the other side of the room to close the door. His face was one of worry. He couldn't keep eye contact with you, anytime he tried, he just looked back at the door then at you again; as if silently asking you to let him come with you. His face reminded you of the first time he admitted he loved you. That silent protective plea of his. Never spoken through words. With a deep sigh of defeat, you take a step back from the door and stretch your hand out towards it. “After you, dragon boy.”

“YES! I WIN!” Drayton proclaimed jumping up for a moment fist in the air victorious. Lacey elbowed him directly in the ribs moments later, Crispin crying of laughter on the floor trying desperately not to whack himself in the face with his frying pan. “Ow right, right. Thank you, love! NOW LET'S GO KICK SOME MOUSE BUTT!”

[solipsistful]

Automatisms – XX08: The border

“The stages you’ve seen described are identification, indoctrination, reinforcement, and deployment, but Grace has seen other documents that borrow the semiotics of the supernatural: ‘manifestation,  infestation, oppression, and possession.’” Or: what if the Lowry in Control’s head was more than figurative?

Fandom: The Southern Reach Trilogy - Jeff Vandermeer

Rating: Mature

Category: Gen

Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Additional Tags: Multiplicity/Plurality, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Body Horror, Self-Harm

i totally didn’t forget that i had a schedule for posting this shhh

- ace

[hootbon]

O-.. OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE?? NUH UH NO I’M NOT

Your art is so fucking pretty I could never, I don’t know what you mean ‘out of your league’. In fact have MORE ART, I adore this so much.

it gives me serotonin just thinking about them ☺️ I’m so glad I was able to get their character right (I totally didn’t forget the tag shhh @sm-baby )

CARNIVAL AU

I wanted to try my own take at a sort of "swap au " :3! though-- it's more a "role swap" than anything else, haha!

I give yall Zooble another time cuz I'm sleepyyy

[sakumasmut]

hii can i just get a mao x fem reader fic where he breeds reader after they just got married because he wants kids and a big family :,) thank youu!

Mao Isara x Fem!Reader

tags/warnings: breeding, marathon sex, overstimulation, creampie

ao3 link that I totally didnt forget shhh

“M-Mao!” You cried out, voice hoarse as your husband pounded into your abused cunt, overflowing with countless loads of his cum.

You two had just gotten married earlier today, and you were sure he would’ve been too tired out from the ceremony and festivities to do anything tonight, saving the lovemaking for your honeymoon. Instead, Mao seemed set on getting started on your family life immediately, practically ripping your wedding dress off once the doors were locked.

Your entire body was shaking, hips raised for him to slam into while your upper half lay buried into the mattress, your arms having given way hours ago. Your mind was numb, the only thing you could feel was the way he pressed his cock head against your cervix to flood your womb with even more of his sperm, pleasure clouding your mind.

Mao kissed the nape of your neck and panted softly, his exhaustion apparent. Despite that, his hips continued to rock against yours, his softened cock quickly becoming erect again as he rubbed against your walls. It was like he couldn’t stop, something controlling him to keep fucking you until he was sure you were pregnant.

“One more,” he murmured into your ear, his warm breath sending tingles down your spine, “just one more load, baby. You can take it, you’re taking it all so, so well.”

Just one more. That was the lie he kept repeating, and the one you didn’t mind he told. You squeezed your eyes shut and gripped the sheets as Mao fucked his seed into you, moaning and throwing his head back from the way your walls still squeezed his length despite the constant battering he was putting them through.

When your spread legs buckled under his weight, he quickly changed your position to lay on your side, pulling your back flush to his chest and lifting a leg up in midair to continue sliding into your pussy. The new angle made you mewl loudly, another orgasm easily coming out of it.

“Gonna knock you up so good. Gonna get you so round and heavy.” He murmured, continuing to kiss your skin.

“Mao, i-it’s too much!” You whined, not feeling him stop his thrusting despite your words. Your orgasms kept coming back to back, and it was making your cunt ache despite the immense pleasure it brought.

“One more time, I swear baby just one more.”

You whined as you felt your walls milk his cock again, and he stilled as he came inside you for the umpteenth time that night. As expected though, his hips began to move again, fucking his cum right back into you. You moaned softly, letting him continue to breed you thoroughly.

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

Watching (the Adventures of) Merlin season one on Netflix

Episode One: The Dragon's Call

. . . I feel like going to the capital of the kingdom indiscriminately slaughtering magic users wasn't the best idea.

Why? Well, that guy did just get executed.

And now his mom is mad. You tell that sorry excuse for a king, witch lady.

I don't like Uther, in case it was unclear.

Wait... if you could teleport why not just grab your son and ditch before he loses his head? Literally.

Oh, wow. Arthur is a dick.

Morgana. We have no choice but to stan tbh.

Dragon, you're really rubbing me the wrong way.

That's right Merlin! We need more than Because Destiny Says So!

Where did the spiderwebs come from? That sleeping spell gives me Sleeping Beauty vibes.

Ah, yes. The old drop-the- chandelier-on-the-villain trick. :(

If she went after Uther instead of Arthur I would have no complaints.

Manservant? You call that a reward for saving your son?

Episode Two: Valiant

Snake!Shield

Oh, he's gonna- Yup, dead. That's what happens when you deal with knights who cheat.

Where did that guy even get a magic shield in the first place?

Is there a thriving magic black market or something?

I love Guin.

. . . I feel like Sir Valiant didn't think this through. If bite marks are visible.

Ugh, you're the worst Uther.

It's only the second episode! Did you forget who saved your son already?

Stop being a jerk Arthur.

Lol. Merlin bringing a dog statue to life in order to practice for the Snake!Shield.

Bye Valiant!

Episode Three: The Mark of Nimueh

Whatcha up to with that egg, new witch lady?

You gonna poison the water of all of Camelot? Seems like a jerk move.

Dang that's a lot of dead bodies...

No, I like Guin's dad!

Yes! Cure him Merlin!

No! Stop arresting Guin, Uther!

You tell him, Morgana!

That plague monster that hatched from witch lady's egg is creepy.

Dead monster!

Arthur is kinda oblivious to Merlin's magic ngl.

Yay! Guin's free!

What do you know about witch lady Nimueh, Uther? Hmm? Why she want you dead? Besides the obvious reasons.

Episode Four: The Poisoned Chalice

Wow, Nimueh really doesn't like Merlin saving the day.

Wow, Nimueh really orchestrated an entire diplomatic incident in order to kill Merlin while also ensuring Camelot is destroyed by its neighbor. Impressive.

I really like Merlin and Guin's friendship.

Dang. Merlin really drank poison in order to save Arthur.

Merlin saved Arthur's life, Uther! Let him return the favor!

Oh, wow. Arthur really disobeyed his father in order to save Merlin's life.

I didn't know Merlin could cast spells while deathly delirious. And several miles away from him too.

Uther you b****! The antidote is right there! Let Arthur save his friend!

Putting your own son in a cell is such a jerk move.

At least Arthur and Guin manage to sneak the antidote to Merlin.

Quick aside: Internet spoilers say Uther needs to die for Arthur to complete his himbofication- I mean character development. So, if you could get on with that? Thanks!

Episode Five: Lancelot

Wow, that's a very CGI griffin.

Lancelot is so precious- Uh, I mean effective! Saving Merlin and all.

I know, Guin. I know.

Always thought it was a stupid rule to only let nobles be knights.

You're really going to commit magical forgery for someone you just met, Merlin?

I mean, Lancelot is earnest, hardworking, modest, kind despite his tragic backstory and it's his childhood dream to be a knight...

Yeah, I'd commit magical forgery too.

Lol, knocked you on your ass didn't he Arthur? (The second time at least)

I don't remember griffins being man-eaters!

Uther stop arresting people! Ugh, you're such a classist.

Let Lancelot help fight the griffin, Arthur! You need all the help you can get!

Well okay letting him go was nice of you.

Lancelot-Merlin tag team!

Wow. Lancelot really strode in with Camelot's singular braincell by figuring out Merlin has magic.

(The bar is low, okay.)

No, don't take away the braincell! Stay! The griffin was a team effort!

Okay, Lancelot's lawful good tendencies are a little annoying but, hey, nobody's perfect.

Episode Six: A Remedy to Cure All Ills

Edwin, no. Leave Morgana alone.

Oh, beetles! Curse beetles! That's not creepy at all.

Gaius how do you know Edwin?

What diabolical plot are you hatching Edwin? Oh, you're replacing Gaius in the royal court. That's kinda rude.

Merlin's so happy meeting another magic user that isn't trying to kill him (yet).

Le gasp! Uther's purge killed Edwin's parents? WhO cOuLd HaVe fOreSeEn tHis!?

But seriously. No wonder Edwin wants Uther dead.

I know Edwin blackmailed Gaius with exposing Merlin but he also wants to kill Uther!

That gives him a pass in my book.

Gaius no. Let Uther die.

Edwin stop trying to kill Gaius! You're going to-

Yup, here comes Merlin and-

Edwin's dead :(

Well he was trying to overthrow the kingdom. That's... bad... I guess.

Episode Seven: The Gates of Avalon

That title is misleading. It's more of a natural portal/magic lake type thing.

Arthur saves a father and daughter from bandits (Which they hired but shhh)

And they immediately try to put a love spell on Arthur

For human sacrifice purposes of course

Idk why the Sidhe want a human prince's soul -look at him, you don't know where he's been- but that's the price for readmission

I wonder how the dad killed one of his own kind? Was it an accident or...?

Exiling the daughter too makes me suspicious of Avalon's justice system

Evil laugh is a bit out of place for someone who is trying to restore his daughter's immortality

(They are so whiny about being mortal. Hey, we put up with it all the time!)

The fairy-like Sidhe moving in accelerated time so they just look like tiny orbs of light was an interesting touch. The blue faces and razor sharp teeth is not a good look for them, lol

They make Arthur ask to be married ('cause it takes a while for the love spell to go into full blown mind control or something)

Prompting Uther to threaten to kill both of them

(I feel like they didn't think this through)

Morgana admonishes Uther for being the worst

He replies that first love rarely lasts and that Arthur is inexperienced in such things. Plus that Arthur only met the girl yesterday

... I can't believe Uther is the voice of reason this episode

He doesn't get any points though. Due to the whole "threatening to execution his son's 'crush' " thing

The daughter is having second thoughts about using Arthur as a human sacrifice

Dear old dad puts those to rest and they try drowning Arthur in the lake that is/is the portal to, Avalon

Merlin's really leaning into the whole "Cool motive. Still murder.", thing huh?

Like, he did NOT hesitate to blow up both of them

Episode Eight: The Beginning of the End

Why do magic users keep going to Camelot!? The king is trying to KILL YOU!

Wow, this grown ass man is threatened by a literal child... I hate Uther so much

Morgana is the MVP of this episode. I love her

Protect that druid kid!

I feel like you're being paranoid Uther

You tell him Morgana!

Dragon, no. Stop prophesying death and destruction.

Wow, this grown ass dragon is threatened by a literal child...

Aaaand Morgana got caught sneaking the kid out of the city :(

Uther she is your adopted daughter! Stop putting people in cells!

Arthur is gonna sneak him out now?

While Morgana distracts the king?

Yes, excellent. What could possibly-

Merlin stop listening to that destiny dragon! Hearing his voice in your head is no basis for trust!

Cutting it close... Yay! They made it!

Mordred!? MORDRED!?

THAT little boy is Mordred!?

... Okay, I'm more inclined to believe the destiny dragon now

Still think letting him die would be a dick move

Episode Nine: Excalibur

What're you up to with that tomb Nimueh?

Oh! It's some kind of undead knight. Yes.

Throwing down the gauntlet. Pfft! Always thought that was a stupid idea.

Also: that Black Knight literally crashed your party!

Ugh, knights.

Nimueh if you can just teleport into the heart of Camelot while Uther is alone why don't you just stab him? Grab one of those pointy things he likes so much and stab him in the back. Easy peasy!

Stealing this joke but Don't do evil magic kids. It fries your brain cells.

Wait, the Black Knight is Uther's brother-in-law!?

Arthur's mother died in childbirth!?

Uther asked Nimueh to use her magic so he could have Arthur!?

Equivalent Exchange!?

Uther went on a genocidal rampage because he didn't bother with the instruction manual of ancient and powerful magic!?

Actually, that last one is not surprising at all.

I can't believe they're using the Wife in the Fridge trope. That appliance hasn't even been invented yet!

Ooh, Merlin's going to use his magic to destroy the Black Knight so Arthur doesn't have to fight him

As he's killed two knights already

Aaaaand, yup, he's still there. His cloak didn't even catch fire...

Arthur stop being a bastard. It doesn't suit you

Dragon forged sword! DRAGON FORGED SWORD!

Only Arthur can wield it. Yup, got it. How could this possibly go wrong?

Uther drugged Arthur and took his place in the fight... I have mixed feelings about this.

Wait, the dragon was very specific about only Arthur using that super special sword! Oh, snap.

Well at least the Black Knight is dead. Again.

Oh, dragon is not happy.

I know the dragon said "where no mortal soul could find it" but are you sure you wanna throw it into Avalon, Merlin?

Those people were gonna suck Arthur's soul out of his body

Episode Ten: The Moment of Truth

The way this episode title just lies to your face like that...

Oh, you're Merlin's mother! Thought we had an anime protagonists type thing going on

I... would like to say Uther is being unreasonable when he decides not to cross borders to get rid of some bandits. But I can totally see everyone hating him so that's a no go.

Lady, you were in a whole different kingdom. Why for the love of Merlin did you send him to Camelot!?

We're off to save the village! Morgana and Guin are coming too!

A wild Arthur appears!

Morgana better at swordplay than Arthur confirmed!

Merlin! I didn't know you had friends!

Granted he's a bit rough around the edges but

Okay. If it were literally anyone else besides Arthur. I'd say he was right about lords and knights being useless snobs.

Actually. He's right about lords and knights being useless snobs. Ah, that felt great.

Wow, the homosexual subtext is strong with this one.

The girls can tell Arthur came for Merlin.

But get your foot out of his face! I don't care how royal it is!

Look at Guin over here calling out Arthur for being a dick

And talking him into letting the women fight. She's on a roll

Aw, Merlin's friend died. :(

And he took credit for Merlin's tornado (so Arthur wouldn't find out about Merlin's magic)

Episode Eleven: The Labyrinth of Gedref

Lol, that unicorn could use a haircut.

No, Arthur. I said a haircut not an arrow to the chest!

Bad things? What kind of bad things Gaius?

Uther what's the point of having an expert in magical lore if you're not going to listen to him!

And all the crops are dead. Fantastic.

I know it's a magic thing but stating outright that the blight only targets edible plants is still really unsettling.

And the water's turned to sand. Great.

Who're you and how come Merlin is the only magic user that can't teleport?

What kind of tests mister Keeper of the Unicorns, sir?

Arthur I know you don't want to believe it's your fault... But it's totally your fault.

Uther no. People are starving.

You tell him Arthur.

Oh, the "theif" was a test!

Aaaaand he failed the second one. :(

Merlin's got a lot of faith in Arthur.

It's interesting how the Keeper can only direct the curse caused by the unicorn's death. Or rather the trials surrounding the curse, but can't break it himself.

Unicorns have some powerful magic.

The Labyrinth was barely on screen for five minutes! Surely something with Unicorn in the title would be more appropriate?

Arthur drinking a poisoned cup so Merlin could live?

That's some strong parallels right there.

The Keeper of the Unicorns is such a troll! Sleeping potion, hah!

The day is saved, Arthur lies to Uther's face about killing the Keeper and the unicorn resurrects itself.

Still needs a haircut though.

Episode Twelve: To Kill the King

Whatcha up to Guin's dad?

Oh that guy isn't suspicious at all.

You didn't think it was shady when he asked to meet in the middle of the night!?

Philosopher's Stone!?

Wow, the guards found him quickly.

What- No! Don't arrest Guin's dad!

Uther, he's a blacksmith! Stop being paranoid!

Will you stop executing people!? That inn keeper didn't know that guy was a dangerous sorcerer!

No, nononononono! He surrendered! Why did you do that!? Guin's father was important to Morgana!

That's why she gave him the key!

Dragon has his priorities straight.

Shut up, Merlin. You literally blew up a father and daughter for trying to kill one(1) person. (No really, you could see their hands flying off.)

Morgana deserves a little murder. As a treat.

Yes! Get him! Kill the bastard!

No! Why would you make GUIN say that!? Who are you and what have you done with Guin!?🔪🔪

UGH, he literally committed genocide!

The "that would make me as bad as he is" DOES NOT APPLY!

What- Oh, he still has the fairy's staff.

No. Stop it! Let Uther die!

Oh, God, Uther is such an abusive piece of GARBAGE!

Stop! Don't fall for it Morgana!

*sees dagger being pushed closer to Uther's "heart"* Yes! Yes! YES!

*Morgana saves him* NO!

NO!

NOOOOOO!

*inarticulate ranting in the background*

Episode Thirteen:

Okay, the cgi might be getting a little better 'cause the Questing Beast is freaky

Old religion? What is that? And how come it's conveniently absent from the previous episodes?

Dang, they really here just casually gaslighting Morgana like that 😡

Merlin you know Morgana has visions! You couldn't have been a little more careful? She warned you. Now look at Arthur, he's got the heroic death disease

Granted that thing does seem like a handful

Why do you only act like a father when it's a matter of life and death? Why can't you be a father literally any other time!?

"The old religion is the magic of the Earth itself."

Well that sounds fascinating, dragon. Are you going to elaborate? No? Later then?

Soooooo, is the old religion actually a religion or is it a magic? It's really unclear...

"You will be a better king than your father could ever hope to be." Guin, you're back!

I expected a place called the Isle of the Blessed to be less... creepy

Nimueh! Whatcha up to girl? Plotting the demise of a kingdom? Not today it seems

Oh there some Equivalent Exchange type nonsense going on is there?

Arthur you were supposed to be in a coma not listening to Guin!

Oh. Oh, no.

Merlin saying goodbye as he prepares to trade his life for his mother's is 😢😭

Wow, that dragon really knew Nimueh would give Merlin's mother the curse and didn't say anything. The little b*****!

No wonder Merlin's mad at him. Stop breathing fire at him! It's your own fault!

Gaius, no! Not the dead mentor trope!

"You stood by and watched as our friends died." Damn, Nimueh isn't pulling her punches.

Merlin vs Nimueh! Ready? Fight!

Anime protagonist power up! Dang, Nimueh's dead... I feel like that wasn't supposed to happen.

At least no one else is dying. Since Nimueh's death appeased the Equivalent Exchange laws of the old religion.

[mrsseverussnape]

Love Is You - chapter 2

a/n: I made some new additions to the chapter while reading it. Wattpad, AO3 and Tumblr versions will be all different than each other😅 Whenever i read it before posting it on somewhere, i cannot stop myself and add new stuffs…

Ps: Severus is making an appearance in this chapter and we will see him more and more with each chapter😏

Also i am linking Sirius x Scar relationship post here, you can learn about their backstory😌

     Scarlett has spent the night at her own house, of course she didn’t want to go back to their family house and even how much she needed a company tonight, she couldn’t go to her parents either since she didn’t know how to tell them what happened tonight.. Scarlett couldn't sleep even for a second; the moment she closed her eyes the bedroom scene appeared in her mind non-stop. So she decided to go to work early, there was no point in trying to sleep. She fixed herself as much as possible and headed to the Ministry of Magic. She went to the Minister of Magic's room directly, as the deputy minister she had to acquaint him about the conferences in Paris.

"Good morning sir."

"Good morning Scarlett. I wasn't expecting you that early. Have a seat please."

 The Minister Dorian Blackwood poured some tea for themselves and opened a biscuit jar while she was sitting. They talked about Paris conferences for almost half an hour. The Minister has noticed that something was off with Scarlett since he knew her since she was little. But he decided to stay silent, if she wanted to talk she would.

"Before i leave, i need to tell you one more thing Dorian." 

"Sure, i am listening."

Scarlett was scratching her hands and biting down on her lip. She was having second thoughts but she believed she had to do that. "I…I want to resign..."

Dorian raised his eyebrows in surprise, that was something he wasn’t expecting at all. "May i ask why? Because i see you as the next minister and i know you want that too, Scarlett. That was our plan."

"I do, i still do want that but i just can't work here anymore." She took a deep breathe, she continued to talk but her voice was shaking. "I don't know how to explain this at all but yesterday i found out something including a third party and i and Sirius are no longer in good terms. I don't want to come across with someone here and that someone is not Sirius..." Couple of tears escaped and ran down on her cheeks.

"Oh my dear girl...” Dorian walked up to her and rubbed her back to ease her pain a bit. Scarlett was like a daughter to him and he cared about her dearly. “I guess i understand the situation... but i don't want you to resign. Maybe we can do something else."

"What is that?" Scarlett looked at him questioningly.

"I am guessing that someone is not as important as you here so...I can do it right now."

She shook her head. "No not fire her, that won't be fair. It is my personal problem, Dorian."

"Okay whatever you want but just let me know if you change your mind, i can do anything for my lovely deputy minister. But i really want you to stay Scarlett, i don’t think you thought about that decision very clearly."

"I thank you for your kindness and for everything Dory but i don't think i will be in a good state of mind for a while. I don't even want to stay in London. Please accept my resign." Scarlett was almost begging at this point. The minister thought for a while then nodded slowly. 

"I can't force you Scarlett, it is your decision in the end. But i am really upset about it, i will miss my partner in crime” Dorian gave her a sad smile. “Give me a week to arrange some stuff then you can fully resign. And you don’t have to come here this week, i will take care of it myself and promise me you will take care of yourself."

She nodded. "Thank you for your understanding, i am not happy about it either but that will be the best for everyone i guess... I cannot promise but i will try..."

Then she left the room before crying her eyes out, this was way harder than she thought. Then she went to the law department to arrange the divorce papers, this was even harder than the resign talk for her. It was hell of a day and she just wanted it to finish already. After the work, she went to their house to get some of her stuff since she didn’t have  much in her house because it hasn’t been used for over 20 years. Unfortunately for Scarlett, Sirius has left the work early and he was at home. When he heard the door, he rushed to the doorway it had to be Scarlett.

"I knew you will be back Scarlett!" Sirius cheered with happiness, though he was looking rough. Apparently he didn’t have good night either.

"I didn't come here to stay, i will take some clothes then leave. I will be moving out as soon as possible." Scarlett said sternly without looking at him.

Before he could say anything else, she started to go upstairs where their bedroom was. Sirius followed her immediately like a puppy. She didn't want to enter the room after what she has seen yesterday but she had to, so she took a deep breath and started to pack a bag, avoiding looking at their bed.

"Scar, baby, we can talk and solve this, please." 

She let out a laugh angrily. "We can solve it huh? You cheated on me right here, in OUR bed and now you are waiting for me to forget everything!? You have no idea how hard it is for me to be in this room right now. We are done, understand!? You will get the divorce papers in couple of days."

She took her suitcase and got out of the room as fast as possible. "I will take the rest of my stuff later."

"Scarlett..." he called out her name and held her hand before she could walk out the outside door.

She stood there for a second then turned to look at him for the first time today. The tears were collected in his moon coloured eyes, ah how much she loved his eyes. She has never seen him looking so sad, he was always the cheerful one with a grin on his lips. Seeing him like this gave her pain, she was very angry with him but the love she had for him wouldn’t disappear in a day. Then without a second thought she pressed her lips against his softly. It was a quick kiss, but it was full of mixed emotions. Then she pulled away and mumbled a "Goodbye." before she apparated and left Sirius there crying silently.

     2 days have passed since Scarlett moved out and still she haven't talked to her kids or her parents about what's going on between her and Sirius. The twins were 21 years old so they could understand the situation, but she still didn't know how to tell them about it at all like their marriage was going great and in one night everything went upside down. Leonidas was working in New York and she didn't want to tell him through a letter, this would leave him with so many questions. He would probably come to London for Christmas, so Scarlett decided to wait till then. But Carina was working at Hogwarts and Scarlett got ready to go there, she didn’t want to lie to Carina through letters acting all was well. 2 hours later Scarlett was wandering around the castle, she hasn’t been there since she graduated. She didn't know where Carina's room was exactly, so she decided to go to the potions classroom since Carina was Professor Snape's assistant. She wasn’t ready to enter that class at all and that was why she avoided coming to Hogwarts for years but right now this was such a small problem beside the other things. Scarlett knocked on the class's door and heard the deep voice she knew very well saying "Come in." Severus Snape was ready to scold the person who interrupted their study but when he saw who it was, he stood there in shock, he couldn’t say a single word.

"Mum!?" Carina asked in surprise, she wasn’t expecting her at all.

"May i talk to my daughter privately, it is important." Scarlett requested but she  was not looking at him directly.

Severus didn’t talk for couple of seconds then nodded lightly. "Yes. i will finish rest of the potion by myself Carina, you can leave."

Carina nodded and rushed to her mum. "Is everything okay mum?" She asked while they were leaving the class. Carina noticed she wasn’t looking any good, she wasn’t even wearing her signature red lipstick that she always do and that was concerning.

Carina escorted her to her chambers but she has started to panic, her mum’s silence wasn’t helping the situation at all. 

"Mum could you please tell me what happened? Are my grandparents okay?"

"They are fine." Scarlett sat on the bed and motioned Carina to sit next to her. Scarlett's eyes have already filled with tears.

"Mummy? Are you alright?" Carina held her hand softy.

Scarlett shook her head as no, she was squeezing Carina’s hand to gain some power. "Carina, i and your dad... are having a divorce..." end of the sentence she was crying her eyes out.

"W-WHAT!? What happened mum!? I saw you two like 10 days ago and you were totally fine. What's that now?" She was in pure shock and couldn’t know how to act.

"We were... we were good at least that's what i thought... But apparently, we weren't because when i turned back from Paris, i found him..." she started to sob uncontrollably at this point, saying it out loud made it worse for her. "cheating..."

"Did you say cheating!? Daddy was cheating!?" This sentence was something that Carina has never imagined hearing in her life.

Scarlett just nodded; she was unable to talk.

Carina hugged her mum tightly "Shhh mummy, everything will be fine, we will get through it..." 

She was trying to calm her mum down, but she was devastated herself too. Carina has always wanted a relationship like her parents had. They were the most in love couple she has ever seen in her life. But she just heard that her dad has cheated on her mum after all those years even they weren’t having any problems. Carina had no idea what to expect for the near future right now but she knew that she will be her mum’s side no matter what.

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Too Far and Over and Out

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Genre: smut

Summary: The last part in a very dirty Bang Chan series in which a one night stand leads to a bunch of fuckery.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

In this final installment, Chan makes you pay for kissing another and things reach a boiling point. 

Warnings: graphic sexual content (duh), swearing, fuck buddies, violence, choking, a bit of degradation, unprotected sex (be safe kids don’t be like Bang Chan), bit of romance, bit of angst

Word Count: 3K

Author’s Note: Ok. I never expected this series to receive the amount of love it has (heck I didn’t think this would even be a series!) so  just want to thank every single person who’s read it and left comments in their tags or reblogged or shown me any kind of support ♡ You have no idea how much I appreciate it! Thank you so much and if you like my writing, be sure to check out my other stuff cause I will be back with more~ ♡

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"What the fuck!"

The voice is startlingly loud compared to the hushed conversation you'd been in for the past few hours. Before you can even see where it came from you’re pulled from your new lover’s arms. Realization hits you like a dreadful bomb when you see the dark haired man you’d been kissing crash into the wall after being pushed by a shorter, blond haired guy.

Fuck.

Chan twists around and his eyes are wild. He grabs you by the arm and, without a word, drags you from the scene. You want to say something to make him stop but you’re still so perplexed by everything that’s just happened, all you can do is whimper at the painful grip he’s got you in. He looks around furiously as he takes you into a narrow hallway and through the first door he sees.

You let out a yelp when he yanks you in after him and immediately throws you against the wall, blocking you with his frame.

“What the fuck was that?!”

You stare up into his searing gaze, for the first time actually afraid.

“What do you mean?”

The corner of his mouth curls up but it’s not a warm smile. His eyes are fire and he’s not going to let you get away.

“What do I mean?” he scoffs, “You’ve got to be kidding me! You acting like a cheap whore is what I mean!”

The comment hurts and he has no right to talk to you like that. You want to speak up but he doesn’t let you.

“Tell me,” he goes on, jabbing you in the shoulders, “you do this with a lot of guys? Huh? You let them fuck you too? How many guys have you spread your legs for lately?”

The image of him and that other girl flashes through your mind and with it, all the anger and frustration you’ve been feeling towards him swells, threatening to burst from you at any moment.

“Answer me!” he yells, banging his hand against the wall.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” you spit back and try to shove him off but he pushes you back with ease, his hands now tight around both of your wrists.

“You don’t talk to me like that,” he snarls, pressing himself too close for comfort.

This just rouses your anger further. “I’m not afraid of you,” you retort, still trying to pull yourself from his grip. He squeezes the blood from your wrists for a few painful seconds longer before one hand lets go and shoots up to your throat, applying a dizzying pressure.

“Well maybe you should be scared cause you’ve really fucking pissed me off tonight.”

You’re eyes flutter. It’s hard to breathe and for a moment there’s nothing you can do but gasp for air.

“Coming in here tonight, looking like a grade-A slut, it’s disgusting—”

You tear his hand from your throat. “Don’t you dare call me that!” you pant, trying not to choke on the air that rushes back into your lungs. “You’re the one that came here to pick up girls!”

His eyes widen for the fraction of a second but then they turn vicious once again. “You were the one sticking their tongue down a stranger’s throat!”

“As if you weren’t on your way to do the exact same thing!”

“Only because you left the moment things got real with me!”

“That’s—” you start but he cuts you off.

“You’ve been ignoring me for days what do you expect me to do huh? You're the one that disappea—"

“Fine, okay? Maybe I’m scared!” you let out in a voice shakier than you’d like to admit, “maybe I don’t want any of this confusing stuff! Maybe I just want things to be simple!"

“Well, I’ll make things simple for you then,” he interjects and presses himself flush against you, crashing his lips into yours.

You gasp into his mouth but can't help but kiss back. It feels like the floor has just been wiped out from under you and you swear, if Chan wasn’t holding onto you so tightly, you’d be falling down to god-knows-where. It takes more than a few moments for the initial shock to wear off but when it does, you manage to break the kiss.

“What are you doing?” you gasp, looking up at him.

“Making things simple for you,” he replies, instantly kissing you again. His hand slips into your hair to the back of your head so he can bring you nearer, letting his lips take yours more deeply. You let out an involuntary whimper. You’re so weak for him already that, when he pulls away for a brief instant your legs tremble.

“From now on, you’re mine and mine alone,” he breathes onto your lips before claiming them again. His free hand roams around to the small of your back to pull you impossibly close. His grip on you is tight but his tongue is soft and wet against yours, making you moan.

“I want you to be mine,” he says with another chaste kiss, “and I’ll be yours.” He doesn’t give you any time to respond for his lips find yours again and again, only growing in desperate passion and you can���t help but let him. He feels so good on you. His words echo in your mind as your hands find their way around his back and shoulders.

You feel a tug at your waist and you move, walking with him. You follow blindly until he twists the two of you around and pushes you down.

Your fall is broken by soft plush. You hadn't even realized you were in a bedroom up until now. He's on you in a flash and has somehow taken off his shirt in the process. You gasp into his mouth at the sudden weight of him on you. His hands find your wrists and pin them to the mattress while his hips are already starting to slowly grind into you.

You’re finding yourself looking for breath because his lips are merciless, kneading and tugging at yours as if it were their sole purpose. His familiar smell envelops you, reminding you of the incredible things you’ve done together. This only fuels your eagerness; you kiss back with more fervor and feel the side of his mouth curve up.

Without warning he rises, bringing you up with him until you’re on his lap on the bed, your legs straddling him. He fingers the hem of your dress and brings it up. You shift a little, allowing him to take the fabric up all the way over your head, leaving you in your bra and panties. He takes a short moment to ogle your body before meeting your eyes and capturing you with another kiss.

His hands roam the skin of your back, massaging you into him in a blissful, slow rhythm. You whine when he brings his lips down to your jawline, going down to your neck, where he knows exactly how to make you go crazy.

You let out a moan and press your fingers into his shoulder blades. His bare skin feels so nice. You let your nails run random trails up and down his back, feeling him start to harden beneath you.

He’s at your collarbones now, sucking you purple while his hands unhook your bra. His lips come off with a pop and he looks up at you dazedly. You know what he wants; your bra is off in a flash giving him more territory to mark.

He’s even more fervent than usual, sucking and biting bruises into your skin from your neck, your shoulders, all the way down to your breasts, making sure no one will ever be confused about who you belong to.

The feel of his lips, his teeth, the pain and pleasure, it’s tantalizing. Your breath grows heavy and, slowly, you start to move your hips into him.

The effect is instant.

“Fuck,” he sighs against your breast, “fuck, I want you.”

He raises his eyes to yours again and, shit, he’s never looked so good. There’s not nearly enough time to appreciate him though because he suddenly pushes you down onto the mattress and tears off the rest of his and your clothes. He looms over you and pins your wrists once again as you feel him position himself over your entrance.

“Chan?” you ask wearily but whatever you’re going to say next gets cut off because he snaps his hips into you all at once, filling you up so much, so fast, you let out a piercing cry.

The sound is stupidly loud and you’re scared someone might have heard you, but then Chan’s lips are on yours again and you forget everything.

“Shhh,” he hisses into you as he starts thrusting himself into you relentlessly.

But you simply cannot be quiet. His dick is so hard and you are so unprepared for this. You want to clasp yourself around him but he’s got you pinned tight so all you can do is cry out under him as the initial pain starts to turn into pleasure.

“Bad girl,” he pants and his hand comes over your mouth, stifling any sound you make. His voice shakes with the rhythm of his thrusts and you can now see just how far gone he already is. You’re stuck beneath him, unable to do anything but let him ride you until his spills over. And he will soon if he keeps going like this, you can tell. The way his face is slack in total ecstasy for you, brows slightly furrowed, lips parted; it drives you wild. You can barely breathe with his large hand covering your mouth and most of your nostrils but all it does is drive you closer to your high.

“Fuck,” he pants squeezing into your wrist, “fuck.” He pulls out swiftly, only to flip you over onto your stomach. Then he grabs your hips and pulls them up and back towards himself. You manage to get on your elbows just in time for him to slam himself back into you and recommence his assault on your body. The new angle he’s hitting you at makes you shudder. You bite into the pillow under you to keep from screaming as he bounces you around like a rag doll.

A hand takes hold of your forearm and pulls you back. At once, your lewd moans are released into the air, a thread of drool extending from your parted lips down to the pillow you’d been biting into.

Chan’s other hand clasps over your mouth again, pulling you up against himself.

“I said be quiet, baby girl,” he whispers hotly in your ear, never slowing down his hips.

You whine into his palm weakly, feeling yourself start to shake. You know you’re being too much but you’re out of control.

“Such a loud little whore,” he spits and he lets you go.

You bounce into the mattress and before you can do anything, his hand is at the back of your neck, holding you down. You’re suffocating in the plush pillow he’s keeping you locked in. Your desperate cries are now barely audible, which is probably a good thing because he’s somehow picked up his tempo, snapping his hips into you with an almost cruel intensity.

“You’re fucking mine,” he grunts, “you hear that?”

He’s panting and groaning above you and you wish you could see his face. You’re starting to struggle for breath and you’re seeing stars. You still hear him but everything is growing fainter by the second. You make out a few more mines until the rapid thrusting comes to an abrupt halt and you feel him release inside you. He lets go of your neck and half-collapses on top of you. He rides out his orgasm slowly, his lips grazing the skin of your back as he moans softly.

“Fuck, baby.”

You’re still catching your breath when he moves off you and when he turns you onto your back again you’re met with his signature smug smile.

“You thought we were done?” he says, cocking an eyebrow.

You open your mouth but don’t know what to say as he spreads your legs and promptly gets down in between them.

His tongue is on you at once, lapping up the mess he’s made.

This time, you clasp your own hand over your mouth to keep from letting everyone at the party know what’s going on.

But he’s not being quiet either. He moans into your heat like it’s the best thing he’s ever had.

“I’ve missed your taste,” he says before his tongue enters you. He goes in and out a couple of times and then moves up toward your clit, trailing softly around the most sensitive area, listening to your breath as an indicator of what to do next.

He looks up at you once and curses.

“You look so fucking hot,” he breathes, before sticking two fingers in you at once.

You gasp and he smirks, coming up to kiss your lips while his fingers continue to pump in and out of you.

“I bet you’d like to moan for me right now,” he whispers against your lips.

You can only let out the tiniest, most desperate whine for him, nodding.

He bites into your bottom lip. “Hmmmm,” he hums into you, curling his fingers inside you. “How about you choke on my dick instead?”

Your eyes go wide at the sudden remark and he’s already moving off of you. He lays down and tugs you on top in reverse so you’re facing his already hardened cock. He grabs you by the hips and brings them to his face so he can finish what he’s started. His lips are on your clit, sucking and a shriek escapes you.

“Get to it,” he orders and you do as you’re told, moving down and wrapping your lips around his cock.

“Good girl,” he moans against your center and his hands start to massage your ass.

You coat his length with your saliva and start to move up and down, slowly at first, getting used to his size as you always have to.

Even now it’s hard to keep quiet. He just knows exactly how to touch you to drive you nuts. He’s sucking at you with such eagerness, swirling his tongue against you, fingers squeezing into your ass, pulling you closer and you’re finding it hard to even focus on anything but your own pleasure. So you sit there, whining helplessly around his cock and, thankfully, that seems to work for him. The vibrations of your voice seem to spur him on. He moans into you just as you moan into him and you start to feel his hips move. At first he’s rolling his hips into your mouth slowly but after a minute or so he’s turned to bucking up into you, making you gag.

His dick twitches and pulses under your tongue, which prompts you to start hollowing out your cheeks. You want to hear him more so you move against his hips, trying to take him deeper. He claws at your skin and groans so deliciously against your clit. You feel yourself near your high.

“Chan I’m-” you start.

“I know,” he cuts in, voice muffled. His tongue travels up and down again before he starts sucking exactly where he needs to.

You squeeze your eyes closed as you moan around his hard cock, taking him in all the way. Tears stain your eyes because Chan is not letting up. His lips play with you as wave after wave of pleasure surges over you, making you shake.

You’re crying around his dick, digging your nails into his thighs as you cum and cum and all of a sudden, you feel him release inside your mouth and and the back of your throat. You gag but are unable to move so you let him fill you, swallowing him down until he comes to a stop.

You feel him tugging at your hips so you turn around to face him. He’s looking up at you, lips glimmering and eyes full of bliss. He takes your hand and pulls so you fall down into his arms. His fingers travel over your neck and collarbones, where your skin has turned all kinds of purple.

“So is this it then?” you ask, following his fingers with your eyes.

He kisses your temple and that’s a first. “What?”

You smile. “You’re just going to mark me 24/7 so no one else can have me?”

“I might have to, yeah,” he replies.

You roll your eyes and face him. “You won’t have to.”

“Oh?” he says, raising his brows at you, “and why is that?”

You mimic his chiding look and answer, “I’m not gonna say it.”

He let out a chuckle and pulls you closer. “Always so loving, you are.”

You lie in silence for quite a while, just staring at the ceiling, minds trailing off to whatever. It’s so nice. You almost think you might fall asleep right there in his arms, when there’s a sudden knock on the door and you both shoot up in panic.

Instinctively, you roll off the bed, taking the blanket with you. He stumbles after you, shouting at the door for people to ‘don’t come in!’

The two of you wait in fear for a full couple of minutes before getting up. The amount of rumors that would start if someone would find you two like this would be disastrous.

When nothing seems to happen, you go around the room collecting your clothes and try to make yourselves look at least a little presentable for the outside world. You run your fingers through his fucked out hair as he pulls your dress down further over your legs. You give each other the okay and approach the door. He cracks it open just a bit and peers out into the hallway. It seems to have emptied but he hesitates nonetheless. You’re about to say something when he turns around to face you.

“You know,” he starts, taking your hand, “I’m serious about this.”

His eyes are piercing yours. You feel your whole body heat up and, for once, it’s not because you’re horny.

“I want you to be mine and mine alone,” he adds, swiping the ground right from under your feet again.

You don’t know what to say at that. You just stare at him as his hand comes to cup your cheek.

“You’re so cute when you’re speechless,” he chuckles and pinches the skin. And with that, he opens the door and walks the both of you out.

So you suppose you’re going to have to rethink your opinion about Christopher Bang. Yes, he’s loud and obnoxious; and yes, he might have an ego more inflated than a Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade float. But he’s also sweet and funny, and let’s not forget he knows how to fuck your brains out.

And he is your boyfriend now,

so you suppose he’s alright.

♡

[dyns33]

Babies

Dance with the vampires extra 

The subject every couple have to talk about, at least once. 

Tag : @prophecy-is-inevitable @matildaofoz  @just-someone-who-likes-to-write   @guiltyfiend  @the-winter-ass-bucky-barnes    @qardasngan​

           The idea had never crossed (Y/N)'s mind when she was human, too busy being Alfred, Professor Arden's assistant, always focusing only on her teacher and her studies. Then, in the year before her transformation, she hadn't thought about it either, even though she was very happy with Michael and hoped they would form a family, with the Countess, Miss Mead and Madison. However, without knowing why, she had woken up one night realizing something she should have known for a long time, since the day she found out about vampires and decided to becoming one herself. This thought followed her as she tried to move on, to forget this revelation, but Michael felt she was hiding something and when he asked her what was wrong, she couldn't hold back the ridiculous sentence.

           "I will never be pregnant. We will never have children."

(Y/N) didn't know if she was really saddened by this news. Because, really, she had never thought of it before, but she had never been in love, she did not think she could be one day since she thought she had to disguise herself as a man all her life, and it was absolutely not a priority for her. The world was already crowded enough, maybe too much. Having a child was a lot of work and sacrifice, which she wasn't sure she wanted to take on. However, when she imagined herself with Michael, holding a baby that would have been theirs, a cold melancholy seized her. Tenderly, her lover came to sit next to her to kiss her hand, then her neck, her cheek, her forehead, ending with her lips.

           "We can always adopt ma chérie. We can have as many children as you want. I will be happy to start a family with you."

           "But... They won't really be our children... And they will grow old, while we won't. We can't transform little ones, that would be terrible for them ! But if we don't, we will have to watch them die. I don't want that Michael ! Besides, will they be able to have normal human lives with parents like us ? They will have to lie. They will have to live the night ! They..."

           "Shhh. Calm down Liebling, calm down." Michael said taking her in his arms. "Firstly, it is forbidden to transform children. You understood it very well, they would not be happy, trapped in a small body, while their souls continue to grow. But we can change them later."

           "Later ?"

           "Sure. I… I need to tell you something about Mutter."

She already knew what he was going to say to her, because the Countess had already confessed to her that she was not his real mother. (Y/N) suddenly felt embarrassed to have said that an adopted child was not like a biological child. Yet she knew it was wrong, totally wrong. It wasn't blood that was important, it was love. She saw all the affection the Countess had for her son, and all the admiration that Michael had for his mother, who would forever be the most important woman in his life, the woman who had accepted and saved him. There was no jealousy, it was another form of love, and if (Y/N) had had a mother, she might have loved her as strongly. Sometimes, even though she still refused to call her that, she saw the Countess that way. It was out of respect for her, and not to upset Michael who was finally going to confide in her, that she did not tell him that she was already aware. Besides, she didn't know all the details.

           "My parents died when I was very young." he started, and his voice was shaking, his hand too, which she squeezed hard to give him the courage to continue. "I have no recollection of them. My grandmother took care of me for a while, but... I don't mean she was cruel, times were tough, she didn't have enough money to look after a child, so when I was ten she kicked me out."

           "Ten years old ?!"

           "Yes. It was quite common back then. I was left alone on the street. Well, not always alone, but no one kept me very long, and neither of them really wanted me. I was helpful, I was working, I was nice… It's not a time I like to remember. I was young and stupid."

           "Michael, you were a child ! Almost a baby !" (Y/N) said, trying to hold back her tears. "It's not stupid to want to be accepted into a family, to trust adults."

           "I should have started to be wary though, after all these bad encounters. I've only been on my guard with one person. Elizabeth."

           "Who is that ?"

           "Who is... Oh, dear sweetheart, you are adorable, but it's true that she never introduces herself by using her name and that we don't use it much ! Elizabeth is my mother's name. The Countess. I don't know why I had so much trouble trusting her at first. Yet she was very gentle, very patient with me. I was twelve, sleeping under a bridge and I still don't know why she approached of me, with water and food. She offered to come with her to sleep in a warm bed. I knew what that could mean, but I followed her, because it was winter and I didn't want to freeze to death. She didn't do anything, nothing wrong. She treated me like her son immediately, cradling me until I fell asleep. It was new to me. It was the first time that someone had helped me without asking for anything in return. I kept thinking that she was going to ask me something, that she expected me to trust her before, but no. Only to accept her as my mother. For a decade, she had taken care of me, without hiding from me what she was, and when I was an adult, she offered to transform myself. I refused."

           "What ?!" (Y/N) wondered.

           "Yes, like you ma chérie. I wanted to enjoy my human life a little longer, which she understood. I travelled. I met people. I drank, I ate, I fucked, I did everything. I took advantage of the sun. And when I was done having fun, I came back to her and asked her to bite me."

           "Did she agree ? Even though you said no ?"

           "She's my mother, of course she accepted, she understood that I didn't want to have any regrets before making this decision. That's why I didn't bother you with the transformation for a whole year. And we will do the same if we ever have a child. It is true that I would be unhappy if they refused our gift... No parent should see their child die. But it happens, even to humans. It will be their choice. We will love our children no matter what, we will love them even if you did not bear them, because they will be our children anyway. I would be happy if we had children. You will be a great mother. I'm less sure that I will be a good father. Miss Mead says I behave like an irresponsible spoiled child."

Miss Mead wasn't entirely wrong, but what he had just said, his vision of the family, what he had been through, all of this showed (Y/N) that he would be an exceptional father, a father every child would dream of having. Loving, open, protective, always there no matter what. Literally, since he was immortal. He would behave the same whether they had a boy or a girl. He would tell their son that he had the right to be sensitive, to cry, to love Art. He also had the right not to like it. To their daughter, Michael would learn that she could be a princess like a scientist. She could be whatever she wanted. He would certainly not be very good at punishing them, unable to scream at his little angels, but seeing his disappointment, fear and sadness, they would come and apologize by hugging their father, promising never to do it again. Slowly, (Y/N) stroking her lover's face.

           "That will be wonderful. But... I don't want to do this right now. We have all the time in the world. I want us to stay just the two of us a little longer. I just panicked when I realized that getting pregnant was no longer a possibility, but I really want to have children with you."

           "My love, nothing will make me happier. But you're right, we have time. Kids are a great responsibility and a big change. I know because I noticed that Mutter's romantic relationships were more complicated since I was there. It is true that I can be tough on her lovers, especially men. I try to accept Maddie, I really want my mother to be happy with someone, but I don't like to share."

           "And won't that be a problem when I take care of our children ? Won't you be jealous ?"

           "... Maybe... a little bit ?" Michael admitted, with a small pout.

Yes, Miss Mead was right, a spoiled immature child he was. As a great man, a sweet lover, a patient Sire and an admirable dad.

[smearsyd]

Day Again | Sehun | Part One

Kim Haru knows loss. She knows what it means to miss someone, to find out what isolation looks like in the flesh. These things, she expects them and she patiently waits for the day she may wake up and greet them as griefs of the past.

What she does not expect, is the same grief reflected back in another's face. She doesn’t expect to find solace through this person either, nor does she expect to cherish her days with him, rather than wait them away.

— Or —

I am not bothered to figure the why of this story, but instead to focus on the how. For Kim Haru does not know the why of things, and neither does anyone else. She must come to understand that what she makes of things are far more important than why they happened in the first place.

characters:

+ oh sehun (exo), you as kim haru (because names are important)

what to expect:

+ christmas + friends to lovers + fluff and romance

warnings:

+ mentions of death, grief + sensitive topics

length:

+ five parts + 30k plus total 

read it here: (updating… stay tuned)

+ masterlist + part one + part two + part three 

author’s note: 

+ i want to dedicate this chapter to anyone who has lost a loved one or who is suffering due to the absence of another. in regards to the chapter, this is the heaviest it will get. the rest will be way more fluffy and about the healing process. they will also be a lot longer than this one! so buckle up!! 

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“Oppa!” She cried out, eyebrows furrowed as she wiped the powdery flour from her fingers onto the material of her shirt. “Oppa! I n-need help!” Her tears fell like dripped honey as she looked at the ruins around her, smashed eggs running on the counter and loose sugar coating the bottom of her feet. She just wanted to surprise her brother–– she didn’t think it would be this hard.

Her brother rounded the corner, his eyes widening at the sight before him, coming to land on her small figure as she frantically tried to brush off her soiled clothes. “And what is this?” He teased, reaching out to take her small fingers in his. “Cooking?”

“Oppa…” her voice barely above an ashamed whisper, “I was making your favorite Christmas dessert, but I forgot how…” she trailed off, fixating her eyes on his feet. “I made a mess and now it won’t be a surprise.”

Her brother’s thumb soothed away the beginnings of crocodile tears, his eyes alight like the comforting warmth of a candle. “How about this,” he proposed, “Oppa will help you write down the recipe so you don’t forget it and then we will make it together.”

“You and me?” She questioned like she didn’t quite believe him.

“You and me,” he promised and watched as her smile bloomed back to life.

“Ready to write it down?” She nodded her head animatedly, the pencil fitting like a foreign object in her grasp. “Okay, repeat after me, you’ll need flour.”

“I got flour.” She checked.

“You’ll need sugar.”

“I got sugar, too.”

“You’ll need two eggs, don’t forget that.”

“I won’t, eggs are easy to remember!”

“What about honey and pine nuts? I bet you didn’t remember those.”

Right, I muttered, I keep forgetting the pine nuts. Pine nuts and honey, pine nuts and honey, pine nuts and honey… but what else was there? My fingers tapped against the metal cart as I searched up and down the aisle. Sleigh Bells was playing through the store and the aisles wafted the warming scent of cinnamon and pie.

My eyes drilled through the cart as if it could whisper to me what I wished to hear. I got flour, sugar, eggs, honey and pine nuts, but what else did he say? My next breath came out like a pent-up sigh and I found myself deciding to lean my weight onto the silent cart rather than beg it for anymore answers. Twenty years later and I still can’t remember.

If I make them next week, I’ll break our yearly tradition— decorating the tree isn’t the same without snacks. Do I mind coming back to the store? My nose scrunched up as I figured the answer to that.

My fingers inched towards my phone, my mouth going dry as I scrolled through my contacts to find his name. Oppa slid across the screen and then I was listening to the constant humming of the dial rings. My stomach was starting to feel queasy, but I ignored it as a small smile tugged on the corners of my lips; I know he’ll tease me for forgetting. At least I remembered pine nuts and syrup. I scoffed, no Haru, honey, honey, pine nuts and—

—It went to voicemail.

I lowered the phone from my grasp, my hands beginning to tremor with a gut-wrenching plea. Why did I do that? My eyes blurred as I reluctantly brought the phone back to my ear and even though I knew what was coming, I couldn’t numb myself fast enough, or turn away like I know I should.

And then it hit. His voice, like he never left me.

“Shhh, I’m recording,” he had company that day, the boys in his room and me outside the door trying to weasel in. “Hi, I’m obviously busy with more important things, but you can try again if you really want to! No promises!” The recording cut off in the middle of that special open-mouthed laugh of his that made anyone in the room smile. I always thought his voicemail was ridiculous, especially when I was the one subject to being ignored in light of more important things, but now, I’d call sometimes just to hear it.

Forgetting the recipe, that was one thing. To forget this, though?

A small part of me whispered that I had known all along— maybe I had, but that thought was too much in of itself for me to grasp. That twisted kind of heart-in-your throat feeling fell onto me like burning coal and all I could hear was his gentle voice echoing in my mind. It wasn’t fair, none of this was fair.

A warm tear strayed down my cheek, passing through a flurry of curses that I couldn’t seem to contain. Fuck it.

I abandoned the sugar, the eggs and flour, the pine nuts and honey too. Bodies strolled by me, but I could no longer hear the jazz or smell the cinnamon and warm chocolate; his face filled my vision, and the time since I have last seen his smile felt infinitely isolated in a dream that always seems to evade me. Instead, the time that has passed haunts me with a warped jeer.

Has it been a day? A week? A month? What is a year if it’s just a blur of days without him?

I let myself believe that the entrance was the exit from these emotions; let me outside, then I can think of him in the way I wish to— smiling and making cookies in the mess of a kitchen that will always be his more than it will be mine.

The problem, though, was simply getting there.

I felt pulled back by myself, stumbling step-over-step. My legs were jelly, bending and pulling, forbidding. My body wanted me to stay, my body wanted relief, even if it was a simple moment of remembering him. I, however, wasn’t sure I could survive such a thing— for thoughts of him always conjured my last thoughts of him. Those were cold, iced over even. Those thoughts were buried ten feet below.

My eyes focused on the setting sky, and I knew then that I was almost out and free from the shock and fear of what it meant to be so alone. But then I collided headfirst into what felt like a wall of warming wool and hard chest and that setting sky disappeared from around it.

My body sighed in relief, but I exclaimed in shock, quickly pushing myself back from the tall male I had ran squarely into with a stream of apologies flying from my lips.

“Oh god, I’m sorry! I wasn’t looking!” I quickly bowed and hurried away— I couldn’t even pull myself together enough to look at the said male as I feverishly brushed another tear from my cheek. All I wanted was out, get out, get out, get out.

I blanked.

My hand was embraced by another’s and slowly I was drawn into an embrace so tight, so secure, that for a second, fear drained from me. Those same hands that grasped my own began to run soothing tracks down the narrow field that was my back. My muscles eased and a breath filled my lungs that smelled of fresh pine, light cologne, and something so familiar I didn’t think I was capable of forgetting it— that’s when I realized who was holding me.  

“Sehun?”

Shhh, he calmed. “It’s me, just me.”

“Sehun.”

His response came in the form of a hum— to calm me or to calm himself, I wasn’t sure, but I clung to him nonetheless. Arms that hadn’t known touch in so long knitted themselves so tightly through the soft sweater he had on; My hands too, gripped the material like they were afraid to let go.

Maybe I am afraid, maybe I have been for a long time.

We pulled back from one another’s embrace after what felt like the opposite of a transient hour, apologetic nods made to the innocent bystanders trying to fit their groceries around us. But then I looked back and was taking in the pooling warmth of his endless brown gaze and the grip of his fingers winding back through mine. Those eyes of his, they were always so stormy, so conflicted, but never for me.

I didn’t know what to say. Are there enough words to fill a year of silence? Enough to explain why he found me crying in a grocery store like some unstable asshole? Perhaps there were, but he didn’t seem to know what they would be either.

“You look different,” was what I settled on before he could ask what was wrong. He ran a hand through his dyed blonde hair, an unsure gleam crossing his eyes. His sunset-like sweater contrasted nicely against it and he was even wearing a pair of glasses that were different from the boxy ones he wore in grade school. “It looks good, different, but good.” I added as a second thought.

“Yeah?” He smiled one of those small Sehun smiles, the one where he’s actually really happy, but isn’t sure how to show it. There was a list shoved haphazardly in his pocket and instead of wearing his usual clean-cut loafers, slippers adorned his feet. I had the thought that the person inside was the same, but the person I was seeing was unfamiliar. “Jisung and I did it right before moving back.”

My eyes stopped roaming what seemed like new terrain to land squarely on his. “Moving back?”

His shoulders tensed and I could tell that he had things he needed to say, but from the set of his grimace, I wasn’t sure he would. “I’m sorry I didn’t call… We got in a week ago since my graduation was postponed a semester. I got your card in the mail too, I even bought a post card to send back but I never ended up writing it. Jisung kept bothering me about it, he was mad at me for not calling more often…” He trailed off, his voice caked with the word sorry.

I squeezed his finger, “It’s alright, I’m just glad you’re home.” I gulped down the feeling of dejected distaste. Had he moved on? Was he able to forget, unlike myself?  We both stared down at the white, grimy tile like long lost twins, our feet shuffling back and forth and my fingers inching to separate, yet begging that I force them to stay.

“I just wasn’t sure how— I didn’t know what— it was hard.” He sighed, coming to look back at me. “I know you understand this more than anyone.”

It was my turn to look sorry, a shame like the shattering of glass overcoming me. A part of me felt relieved, though. He too, must feel the weight that surrounds me, that surrounds him. I can’t blame him for trying to swim to shore, even if it means leaving me to drown.

“Yeah, I would I guess.” I found myself confessing, my mouth filling with an acrid taste. “It’s alright, though, we seem to find one another anyhow.” Sehun gave me a faint smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. “Is your brother here?” I asked.

He scratched the back of his head in assumed apprehension. “Technically Jisung is in the car waiting. But yeah, I forgot to buy groceries and now I’m stuck trying to figure out dinner.” He let out an exasperated chuckle that fell silent as he looked at me, his head tilting to the side in question. “You’ve been crying, what happened?”

“About that…” I murmured, still not quite believing in my actions. “I did something really stupid.”

“That’s nothing new.” He teased, his head etching with a sarcastic tilt that I hadn’t realized I’d missed.

“Actually,” I huffed, a smile finding its way onto my face despite the situation— maybe it was just easier to pretend than to give it more worth. “I came in to buy the ingredients for my brother’s Christmas dessert, but I forgot—”

“—you forgot the ingredients?” He finished with a slight bend to his lips. I nodded. “And let me guess,” he let out a breathy chuckled, “you got to the pine nuts and honey and couldn’t remember the rest.” I nodded again. It felt like the air had gotten lighter between the two of us, as if we had finally relaxed with one another. His eyes gazed down at me with a soft tenderness akin to lit candles, the only gaze in a room full of people that truly understands. I felt for a moment, that maybe he has done the same as I this past year.

“It’s a good thing I remember it then.”

I couldn’t be surprised, it was Sehun after all and he always was the one to come swooping in last minute. But still, I said: “Do you really?”

“You are the one that forgets things between the two of us, not me. I’ll tell you, but at a price.”

I cut my eyes at him. “And what would that be?”

“Have dinner with me?”  

I pretended to look like I wasn’t completely thrilled, but even as a small girl, I was never able to hide how much I missed him. I guess, in a way, that had always been our relationship. It wasn’t until this moment that I remembered— Sehun, too, was always with us when we made the desserts. He liked doing the last steps because Oppa hating peeling ginger and I was always too small to help with that part.

“Ginger, sesame oil, and soju… you always brought them over.”

His face lit up and it felt like his warmth radiated into me. “I knew you’d remember.”

…

“I’ve missed this,” he spoke quietly. Sehun was turned away from me, cleaning the dishes that had piled up from dinner. Soap was crawling up his arm and I could tell that he was struggling to keep his sweater from falling down the bend of his elbow. It was burnt orange and a little oversized, but I remember him getting it as a present from my brother a few years back. The memory was a warm one— it made me want to smell it, even though I know any traces of my brother was long, long gone from its material.

“Me too, it’s so quiet here by myself.” I rolled the sleeve back up for him and he sent me a small smile of gratitude. He never was one to show too much emotion, usually letting his words express how he was feeling, but now, it seemed he had less to say and more to show.

I could see Jisung, Sehun’s younger brother, asleep on the couch, his hand gripped around the TV remote and soft voices coming from the device. It was comforting, even something so small as them being here feels as if it has brought life to the silent house. A big part of me, though, already felt itself hollowing out, anticipating their departure and the vibrating creaks on the empty, wooden floor. I’ve never felt something so empty before.  

“Do you invite friends over ever?” He questioned, looking over his shoulder to take a glimpse at me. His eyes never seemed to miss anything.

I kept mum and continued chopping the pine nuts. I have never been the best at keeping friends, maybe I was just bad at relationships in general, but still, I felt ashamed for losing the friends I did have. Sehun seemed to take my silence as an answer, a light hum falling from his lips. He turned the water off and came to my side, picking up the ginger to start grating it.

“I honestly didn’t make any new friends either…” He whispered, like a confession. “It feels wrong to let anyone come in his place. I just—,” he stopped, taking a deep breath. “I see him everywhere and there’s still things I go to tell him all the time, but I can’t. Maybe that’s the worst part about all of this,” he sniffed, bumping my arm as if we weren’t talking about such a heavy subject, “forgetting that he’s gone rather than remembering that he is.

“I guess what I mean is that I miss my best friend. I miss him a lot and I miss you too. I miss the three of us together.”

I smiled at him. My eyes were watery, and tears threatened to spill over, but there was a certain kind of heart comfort that came with just talking about it rather than trying to forget.

“I understand that. In a way, I didn’t think I would ever need more than just the two of you. Now that he’s gone and you’re busy with grad school, I feel lost, I guess?” I breathed out, shrugging my shoulders.

I pushed the crushed pine nuts into a bowl and fetched the bottle of soju. The glass seemed foreign in my grasp and even as I popped the cap open, I could hear Oppa telling me not to ever drink any, that we were different than our parents. The small bottle seems powerless now compared to then, but I know he was just looking out for the both of us. Sometimes though, it feels like he spent his life looking out for others, maybe in the end, that’s why he fell short looking out for his self.

“I think,” I started again, pouring the measured soju into the batter before placing it back in the cabinet, “that he would want me to take my time healing instead of rushing into things.”

Sehun hummed, adding his ginger to the batter as well. I thought that we made a good team; the two of us together like this was a comfort I hadn’t felt since he left. “He always was wise like that, huh? Maybe he was even years before his time.”

“So are you,” I returned his arm bump from before. “You always know what to say and when to say it, that’s why you guys worked so well together. The two of you were always so good about taking care of me, and now Jisung too.”

Sehun’s eyes travelled over to his brother’s sleeping form, a cloudy haze taking over his already stormy eyes. “I’m not too sure how much of that is true anymore. I’ve been so scattered these days. I’m still trying to figure out how I graduated.” He chuckled, “And when my birthday passed and I was suddenly twenty six, all I could think about was how we were all just fifteen and fucking around—” he paused, “well I guess you would have been around twelve then, but you know what I mean.”

I smiled and stirred the batter. “Yeah, we moved into this house when I was twelve. I remember Oppa threw a party and all of your friends came over. Jisung was so young, but you brought him along and he ended up just sleeping on the couch like he is now.”

We both snickered from the memory, but Sehun’s eyes turned softer as he looked at his younger brother. I knew all too well what he was thinking. Just as my brother saw it as his responsibility to care for me, Sehun sees it as his to take care of Jisung. The four of us seemed congruent in that way, put on the same path, with the same people, in order to make things a little easier. I guess somewhere along the path, things got a little twisted and we are still trying to work out the kinks.

Sehun took the bowl of batter from my hands and began pouring it into the square dish for baking. He had an apron on over his sweater and at some point, it had become covered in flour as if the bag had been dumped on him. There was a smudge of batter on his cheek too that was the same honey blonde color of his hair.

“Have you considered moving?” He asked casually, slowly working the batter into the pan. I sighed at his question in response, leaning against the cool counter in a slump. He quirked his eye at me with that spit it out look that had my lips pulling up on the ends.

“I have had some serious thoughts,” I drew out. “But, I’m not too sure.”

“Why not?” He asked, seeming somewhat surprised.

His focus turned to me and some of the batter began to spill out onto the counter as his arm relaxed to the side. I jumped to catch it, fitting my hand over his and steadying it back over the baking pan. His palm was warm and soft against my own. I looked up to him, only to find his brown orbs already centered on my own in a penetrating gaze. There was a streak of the pillowy batter laying upon his cheek and a smudge of probably sugar dotted his nose.

His eyes traced the movements of my fingers as I took my hand from his and gently wiped away the smudge of batter from his cheek with my thumb. I plopped it into my mouth and tasted of it.

“Maybe we should add vanilla to the recipe next time.”

Sehun appeared lost in thought, his eyes, however, burned into mine as he followed the path between me and the small of my fingers. His lips tightened before he pulled away, shaking his head slightly as if to clear certain thoughts. Or maybe he was just agreeing with me.

I watched as he placed the batter in the steamer box before coming to lean back against the counter next to me. I thought that cooking seemed to suit his character.

“Anyways,” I breathed out, disturbing the silence that had fallen upon us. “I feel bad about moving out. I mean all of his stuff is here and we made so many memories in this house. Even though moving would be nice since it would be closer to the university and the city, I’m afraid of what he would think if he was here.” I looked around, and Sehun did too. “He loved this house.”

“He did,” he added, “but it’s just a house, and he loved you more. If moving is what’s going to be better for you, then he would want that over you staying somewhere just for him— especially since he’s gone. He’d want you to think of yourself first.”

I sniffed, my nose crinkling in distant distaste. I didn’t think the words he’s gone would ever sound right. “There’s a house,” I finally settled on saying. “It’s really nice and the owner worked down the price for me. It’s actually really close to the neighborhood you moved into.”

Sehun’s eyes grew brighter, “Really? Will you show me?”

I nodded and he followed me into my room where my laptop was. He plopped down next to me as I navigated to the photos. Our bodies were practically resting against one another’s and I could feel his warmth seeping into me. I had the lingering urge to rest my head on his shoulder, but I pushed it down as the screen loaded and he let out a noise of approval.

“It suits you so well.” I could see the smile through his voice even though I didn’t turn to look up at him. “He would want you to get it.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

Maybe it was his kind words, or maybe it was the fact that his arm had at some point slithered around my body, encapsulating me next to him, but I realized that I trusted him in a way that was much different than the way in which I trusted my brother. With them both, it was natural, but Sehun brought a sort of calming reassurance that spoke further to soothe my mind.

Perhaps it was simply because I knew he was the only other person who shared the same emotions as I did, that could relate to my memories and remember with me the good and the bad. I understood that he too, felt the same way about me.

At some point, my head did find its way to his shoulder and his to mine. We stayed like that for some time, folded around one another, before he spoke.

“You know, we’re going to be okay. Right?” His statement, or his question rather, embedded itself in me. It was the same one I had been asking myself for the past year. The uncertainty in his voice brought out a wounded kind of need to make sure we were, regardless of whether or not I really knew the answer.

I took his hand in mine and he threaded our fingers together tightly. “One day at a time,” I assured him. “We’ll get better one day at a time, even if we get stuck at the beginning and have to start over. You and I will get there.”

“We’ll get there together.”

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The room was dark, with the curtains drawn. It looked like Lydia was asleep. Why? Had she forgotten about him? Did she forget she had promised to come over and help with his newest prank ideas? The Ghost With the Most was upset, and not at all pleased with his friend, until he noticed her tossing and turning. Lydia was having a nightmare.

Chapters: 1 (1,319 words)

Fandom: Beetlejuice (mostly based on the 1989 cartoon, but can be read for the movie or musical as well)

Rating: T (Minor, non-explicit violence and gore)

Relationships: Beetlejuice & Lydia, Tiny bit of Beetlejuice/Lydia at the end

Additional Tags: Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Love confessions, Lydia angst, Older Lydia AU

Lydia was exhausted.

She had been kept up late the night before doing homework, and had struggled not to fall asleep in class. Then she got detention, because she did fall asleep in class. Finally, she got home and wanted nothing more than to ignore the tons of homework she had to do, and just go straight to bed. So she did. She got home, went straight to her room, threw off her backpack, and dove into her bed. Never before in her life did her bed feel quite so comfy. She burrowed her head in her pillow and let her tired muscles finally relax, slowly drifting to sleep. She didn't once think of her best friend, and how he might've had a boring day, and was looking forward to her coming over to visit him all day.

That's exactly what had happened.

Beetlejuice was sooooooo bored. Everything that he could possibly think of doing wouldn't be fun without Lydia. Where was she? She always came over to hang out with him when she got out of school, and it was practically night time! Something weird was definitely going on. Beetlejuice decided to investigate. He flew over to her mirror, and peeked inside. The room was dark, with the curtains drawn. It looked like Lydia was asleep. Why? Had she forgotten about him? Did she forget she had promised to come over and help with his newest prank ideas? The Ghost With the Most was upset, and not at all pleased with his friend, until he noticed her tossing and turning.

Lydia was having a nightmare.

Lydia was strolling through the woods. It was a bright, cold day, with the sun shining blindingly off of the snow. Lydia was looking for something, she knew it, but she couldn't remember what. This bothered her greatly, because how could she know when she found it if she didn't know what she was looking for? Suddenly she could make out Beetlejuice in the distance.

"BJ!" She called, waving an arm in the air as she ran over to him. "Hey, whatcha up to, Beej?"

Beetlejuice was sitting in a tree, facing away from her. When he heard her shout, he looked over his shoulder at her. Once he saw who it was, his face dropped.

"Oh, it's you."

Lydia was confused. Why did he say that so...disgustedly? It was as if the thought of her standing here next to him was the worst possible thought ever. Beetlejuice suddenly stood up and jumped out of the tree, before walking away.

"W-where are you going, BJ?" Lydia asked, trying not to let her voice shake as she ran to catch up with him.

"Anywhere, to get away from you." He responded.

"What did I do?" Lydia asked, trying not to cry. She grabbed his arm, but he roughly pulled away from her. Beetlejuice walked away, leaving a very hurt and confused Lydia behind. "Whatever, you...you asshole!" Lydia yelled. He glanced back at her, and she could see the hurt and shock on his face, but a moment later he was gone. "I don't need you, Beetlejuice!!" Lydia shouted, even though she knew he wasn't there anymore. She was really trying to convince herself, more than anything. It wasn't an easy thing to do. Really, deep down, she knew for a fact that she needed Beetlejuice. They had known each other for years, and he was the only one who had ever understood her. Her life wouldn't be the same without him, if she'd have been alive at all. Lydia was in a terrible state of mind when she first met Beetlejuice, and without him…

Well, it's possible things would've only gone downhill for Lydia.

But none of that mattered. What mattered was that Lydia was upset with how her friend had treated her, and she didn't know what to do about it. Sure, her and Beetlejuice had gotten in fights before, but it was almost always his fault (at least in her opinion), and he always apologized soon after. Now that Lydia was the one missing her best friend, she didn't know what to do. She could always-

Lydia's thoughts were cut off by a rumbling underneath her. She whirled around and jumped back, just as a Sandworm erupted from the ground she had just been standing on. Lydia fell to the ground and rolled, immediately feeling pain from the rough impact. She sprang to her feet, wincing, and stumbled back as the Sandworm approached.

"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!" Lydia called, forgetting about her confused and jumbled up feelings she was having about her friend just moments before. Beetlejuice immediately appeared, took one look at the situation, and flew right into the Sandworm, knocking it down.

"B-BJ, you actually came!" Lydia cried. She thought for sure he wouldn't help, because of how he had treated her earlier. Beetlejuice just smirked at her. Suddenly she remembered the events of earlier that day. "Beetlejuice!" She exclaimed, crossing her arms. "Why were you such a jerk to me earlier?!"

Beetlejuice's smile dropped. His expression changed from a happy one to a hurt grin. "Um, about that, I-"

"No, you know what? I don't wanna hear it right now. You treated me like I was the scum of the Earth, and like I was a piece of shit. Well, news flash, I'm not any of that!" With every sentence Lydia shouted, Beetlejuice flinched even more. But that didn't stop her. "You were a complete and total douche, Beetlejuice, and- look out!" She shouted as the Sandworm appeared behind Beetlejuice out of nowhere.

It was too late.

Lydia screamed as the Sandworm chomped Beetlejuice in half, the bottom part of him falling over. "NO!!!" Lydia screeched, falling to her knees in horror. Tears immediately started streaming down her face as she sobbed, unable to look away from what remained of her best friend's body. She was shaking uncontrollably, and hyperventilating. It was over, he was gone, and it was all her fault, and she was a monster, and holy shit she killed him! And now he was gone forever and-

Lydia bolted upright, breathing heavily, with tear stains on her face. She was okay, it was all just a dream, none of it actually happened. After a few seconds of silence, in which she was too busy with her thoughts to notice her worried friend watching through the mirror, Lydia started sobbing.

"...Lyds…?" Beetlejuice asked softly, his voice full of concern. Lydia looked up in surprise; She hadn't realized he was there.

"Beetlejuice, Beetlej-juice, B-beetlejuice." She called.

In an instant Beetlejuice was by her side with his arms around her. He held her close as she cried, shielding her from whatever it was that was frightening her.

"Shhh, Babes, it's okay, I got you." Lydia hugged him, burying her face into his striped jacket.

"B-beetlejuice!" She sniffled. "I-I'm so s-sorry!"

"It's alright, Lyds, it's alright."

"I-I was so mean, a-and you left, and it w-was all my fault, a-and-"

"Babes, it's okay. You know I'd never leave you, right? It was just a dream." Beetlejuice said soothingly, rubbing circles on her back.

"N-no, you didn't leave, you died!!" Lydia said, shaking. "It was all my f-fault! And I called you an a-asshole and I couldn't apologize! I'm so sorry!"

"Lydia." Beetlejuice said firmly. He gently put his finger under her chin, and made her look at him. "Lyds, it was just a dream. You're okay, I've got you. Now close your eyes and try to get some sleep, okay?" All Lydia could do was nod. She turned around, and Beetlejuice wrapped his arms around her. After awhile, Lydia's breaths slowed down, and Beetlejuice could tell she was asleep.

"Oh, Lyds," He said, quietly. "How do I tell you I'm in love with you?"

'He's in… love with me?' Was Lydia's last thought before she drifted off to sleep.

[mrvdocks]

Just Ask lll

He gets down on both knees, hands coming to hold yours. He rubs your knuckles with his thumbs softly, eyes still searching for some sort of indication of what you’d do in yours. 

“C’mere.” You whisper. Taking his face in your hands, you give him the redemption he asks of you with your lips. (x)

If you thought fitting into a dress was going to be a piece of cake, then this dress was the fucking creme de la creme because you just couldn’t get it off. You panicked every second you heard the seam ripping and thought it couldn’t get worse until you fell smack on your back outside of the dressing room. 

“Oh let me help you!” A female voice said. You immediately felt soft hands gently try to lift the material.

“Please!” 

“Let me, don’t worry. Move your arm.” 

The sudden breeze of air on your chest alarmed you. “Oh god I am so sorry, I didn't mean to flash you.”

“No worries, they’re a lovely pair.” 

After feeling less mortified and not smothered by a dress, you thanked your savior. A pretty British woman named Alice offered you the dress in her dressing room, which you took ashamedly. 

“Oh, wow! This is really nice.” You spun in the dress, admiring how it somehow didn’t make you feel so self-conscious. 

“I don’t get why anyone would pay this much for something like this.” You said, eyes wide as you see the tag. 

“Exactly, which is why we have,” she bends to get something out of your vision but you feel something being tugged off the dress. She’s just taken off the security magnet. “This.”

“Whoa! Um, is this legal?” 

“Shhh, go get dressed.” She whispers, pushing you back into the dressing room.

You made a mental note to pray for forgiveness later but this little number definitely would’ve bankrupted you. You ended up stealing the same set you'd had your eyes on earlier and running out the store hand in hand with your new friend, before breaking down near an alley.

You were breathing heavy, which was no surprised considering you’d just run blocks upon blocks. 

“Oh boy, you okay?” Alice asked.

Clearly hyperventilating, you shook your head. 

“I just stole clothes worth more than my studio apartment! I stole a dress! I stole lingerie!”

“Yeah!” She smiled, trying to lighten you up.

“I don’t do this! I would never do this! Oh, my stomach hurts.”

“Hey, hey calm down. It’s okay.”

“No, no, I left him. Oh my god, he will never forgive me. I just left him.”

“What?” 

“My son! I just left him like I was abandoning a puppy. Now I’m here shacking up with an ex I haven’t seen in forever just because I didn’t want to be lonely. Oh, I’m a terrible person.” You buried your face in your hands, the feeling to cry had never come so close and overwhelmed you.

“Hey, no, no it’s alright. If it’s weighing on you this much, why not go home?”

“No, I - he asked for the day. I have a day to decide.” 

“Oh honey, if it’s just for a day then go wild! Do it!”

“I should?” 

“Yeah!” 

You laughed nervously to yourself, feeling your hands still shaking. 

You ran up to the hotel room, giddy but still freaked about your stealing spiel. Billy met you there before, being almost as handsy as you wanted him to be back at the train. You let him down easy, telling him to save it for later that night. You were going to have a nice bath before you did anything else. When he went to go ‘take care of some business’, you raced into the bath and felt so much better. 

The closest thing this reminded you of was the aftercare that came after sex with Billy. He was sweet yeah, tad bit awkward and dorky but he knew what you really liked. You felt goosebumps just thinking of the way his nimble fingers worked on you, the way his arms held you in place in the water, his cheeky but funny little quips ruining the moment. It felt good but it also felt….weird. 

You couldn’t remember when you took a moment just for yourself, much less some much-needed self-care. If tonight really was the night of no consequences you figured you might as well get more bang for your buck. Maybe a little too literally.

 You made your way back to the bedroom to get dressed when your feet kicked the duffle Billy brought. 

“Ow!” You grimaced. “What the fuck’s in here, rocks?”

Unzipping the bag, you were met with a lot of green. Your eyes went wide. Was he a drug dealer? Did you really not know him so well after all? Was he going to hold you hostage and ask your family for money? He was a big shot, why would he need more money? The possibilities were endless. 

You dumped the money on the bed, filling it up until every inch of the bed was decorated with bills. Now, who was keeping secrets?

You heard footsteps coming towards the room so you armed yourself with a wad of bills in case of an emergency. Billy’s shape came into view as he closed the door.

“Oh.” Was the only thing he said. 

“Oh? You want to explain all this?” You gestured to the mountain of cash. 

“Do you trust me?” 

“Don’t turn this around, are you the one keeping secrets now?” 

“I - ”

“Do you even really want to be with me or is this about something else?”

“Listen -”

“I have been honest with you.”

“Is anyone...totally honest?” He tries to smile, but it doesn’t get him very far. He forgets how scary you can be mad. 

“Is this a game, Billy?” You can feel every emotion drop to the pit of your stomach. 

“N..No, there is no game.” He takes short strides towards you, and without a second thought, you move backward. The closer he comes, the farther away you move from him on the bed.

He stops at the end of the bed, your action striking a chord in him. He shakes his head.

“Ask me anything. I’ll tell you the truth.” 

“Are you...in trouble?”

“Yeah.”

Fuck. “Did you...steal someone’s fortune?”

“It’s my money.”

“Well see, most people don’t carry bags filled with money. Especially this,” you raked your hands through the mountain. “Much.”

“I know. But I made a huge mistake, so..” He makes a pass for your ankle but you’re still cautious. 

Defeated, he grabs the champagne bottle on the table and pops it open. Instead of pouring some into the glasses, he drinks straight from the bottle. 

“I have this money because I fucked up in my job. Some people are very mad at me, and so I’m taking my money because I can’t ever go back. Everyone knows I’m full of shit, and now I don’t know what to do.”

“What did you do?”

“I killed someone.”

You feel your stomach plummet. 

“No, I didn’t. I mean I did, in a way. I convinced this guy at one of my shows to...come off his meds.”

“You what?!”

“Not literally. You know, in a metaphorical sense. I didn’t mean for him to…” he sighed. “I’m just as guilty as if I’d killed him myself. Now you know I’m a fucking fraud and a - “

“Pariah.” You finished. 

“I was going to say laughing stock but pariah… just hits it right on the nail, doesn’t it?” 

He downs the bottle and lets it drop to the ground when empty. He knew this moment would come. He’s just as bare as you were before, and he hates it. He hates feeling seen. He hates the truth. But if you were going to stay with him somehow, you couldn’t find out about this any other way. 

He looks at you, eyes soft and desperate. He takes one more step towards you. You don’t move. 

“If you...want to go home. I understand. But I’ll tell you one thing, absolutely honestly. I really don’t want you to.” 

“Billy,” you start, seeing his face is racked with guilt. 

“You’ve changed your mind then.”

“No, no,” You crawled towards him, voice a bit softer. 

Anyone sane would not still be here. But you weren’t anyone. And you knew if you left now, you’d regret it. 

He gets down on both knees, hands coming to hold yours. He rubs your knuckles with his thumbs softly, eyes still searching for some sort of indication of what you’d do in yours. 

“C’mere.” You whisper. Taking his face in your hands, you give him the redemption he asks of you with your lips. His lips are rough but warm, you can faintly taste the champagne. 

You sigh into him, letting your hands fall to grip his shirt. You want him whole, want to feel so close to him. You crave skin to skin contact. 

He makes quick work on the buttons on his shirt, helping you to slip it off and discard it on the floor. You’re still in the robe but at this point, you couldn’t care less about feeling sexy in some pieces of lingerie. Letting it fall from your shoulders, he moves to from your jaw to kiss down your neck and lick at it. You can’t help but let a moan escape, his tongue is warm and it only makes your core feel hotter and tighter. 

Fuck it, you think and press your hands firmly against his chest to turn him over so he’s laying down and you’re on top. The room is silent except for the heavy breathing and the sound of his belt buckle coming undone. You straddle him, already feeling how hard he is, rushing to unzip him. He lifts his hips just enough to let you shrug his trousers off. He slips off everything else, his right arm coming to snake around your waist and move you with him to the top of the bed. 

You steady yourself on the headboard bar, not realizing you’re holding your breath until he speaks. “We don’t have to -”

You shush him, your own hand coming to snake down between your bodies and line him up at your center. He’s stiff and wet, you circle your thumb over his sensitive tip wiping at the pre-cum, earning a gasp from him. You bite down on your bottom lip, sinking onto him and letting out a sharp inhale. He watches you, both in awe and in cautiousness. You guide his hands to your breasts, keeping your own hands planted firmly on his chest. He gives soft and tender squeezes, fingers rolling your nipples in circles. 

You bite the bullet and move your hips agonizingly slow, letting out a soft cry. His hands come down to your hips, keeping you in place and waiting until you give him a nod to continue. 

He moves your hips in different directions, finding that forward and backward motions left you clawing at his skin. His fingers come to your lips, rubbing the sweet sensitive pearl in between your legs and eliciting wanton moans. He smirked to himself. Your bodies were on fire, hungry for the other. Needy and desperate to stoke the fire that only burned brighter with each touch. 

Billy lets you bounce on him, raunchy mewls spilling from your lips like a pornstar. You almost forgot you were in a hotel. He was hitting every spot you had, each time more intense, more euphoric. 

“God, you’re sexy.” You hear him whisper. 

He hit you deeper and harder, every stroke leaving him more breathless and happier than anything else in the world. He closes his eyes and within a second, you’re the one laying under him, pushing your hips up to fulfill the fervid craving of him inside you. 

You wrap your legs around his skinny waist, pressing the soles of your feet against his bum, trying to cram more of him in you. Your hands tug on his hair roughly, leaving him groaning against your shoulder. Each desperate and needy thrust is more demanding and pleasurable than the other. You bite lightly at his ear, a deep growl from the back of his throat rumbles almost leaving you speechless. 

He was in and out so fast, so quick, stroke after stroke leaving you to hug his body tighter with a mixture of gasps and whines and heavy breaths from his part. You took advantage of his closeness, getting close enough to his ear for him to surely hear you clearly.

 “I love you.” You whispered. 

You felt him twitch inside you, his thrusts becoming less erratic. Your back arched as you finally hit your high, your nails digging into his pale hot and sweaty skin. Two more thrusts from him and he bit down on your arm, emptying himself and groaning in sweet release. 

Everything calmed and Billy lifted his body from yours, his hands coming to frame your face. “I love you too.” Billy smiles, kissing you gently. 

You two held each other, blissfully unaware that in the far corner of the hotel room, the cell phone had finished its recording and slipped back into the hands of someone that would definitely ruin your plans later. 

[solargroup09]

Laser Tag

× summary: how to flirt playing laser tag

× pairing: Yueliang x Haechan

× genre: fluff

× wc 2006 words

× notes: I know laser tag is a non-contact sport but… yeah whatever

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Two months.

Two months since that movie night at NCT dorm.

Two months since I gave Haechan my phone number, two months since he looked at me with sparks in his eyes.

Two months of constant texting. From that night on, Haechan and I were always talking, always chatting. Sometimes it was long, deep conversations that would leave me beaming because he understood me so well and sometimes it was just nonsensical memes and cute puppy videos that made me laugh and swoon.

We would send each other lists of questions to answer, trying to satisfy that growing desire to know. We were burning of curiosity and, without really noticing, we found ourselves addicted to talking to each other.

Since I was an early bird, I got the habit of sending Haechan a good morning text while I had breakfast. I would answer the questions he’d leave during the night together with goodnight wishes and leave him some of my own curiosities. I usually sent him my rough schedule, in hope that we’d find time to videocall.

I used to hate video calling people but Haechan had a way to make despicable things (like being awake at 3 am) sound appealing. And with him they were. I would be so tired and sleepy but he would make me laugh and tell me funny stories and I would totally forget about sleeping.

Haechan made me feel a rollercoaster of emotions and instead of feeling scared, I was just so excited. Haechan (that now I was so used to call Donghyuck and sometimes, when I wanted to see him blush, just Hyuck) was so sweet and so lively. He was the best at making me stop dwelling on things that made me sad and could make me smile in no time. He was attentive, always remembering the little things I said and caring, because he always made sure I was eating, resting and taking breaks from studying.

Haechan was making it difficult not to fall for him.

One evening, we were talking about Doyoung upcoming birthday. NCT members were planning a surprise party at a laser tag arena and I had been invited as well, being part of the ’96 line.

“You should hope to be in the same team as me” he texted, when I mentioned that there will be a big match with teams.

“Why? I think it will be funnier to shoot you” I replied, chuckling.

“You don’t want to have me as your opponent, trust me”.

“Should I be scared? Because I am not. I won’t have any mercy on you, Haechan”.

“Who’s Haechan?”, he replied, making me laugh. It felt weird to use his stage name to address him now and I sometimes used it to make him sulk or to annoy him.

The conversation shifted on other topics but I couldn’t stop thinking about seeing him again after so long.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

February arrived quickly and, as planned, we were celebrating at the laser tag arena. After surprising a very confused Doyoung and eating some cake, we started planning the game.

We decided, since the arena was very large, to play Capture the Flag so we divided in two teams, chose two bases at the opposite ends of the field and hide the flags. We had the ’96 line team and the NCT 127 team, with nine people each, since Doyoung was going to play with his members.

We settled up on the rules (do not hide your sensor to avoid losing points, be careful of your surroundings, do not run) and the point system and we gave ourselves some time to elaborate strategies before starting. As I was joining my team, I saw Haechan looking at me. When he noticed me he smiled slyly and winked. He then turned around to listen to his hyungs, leaving me blushing slightly. It was disappointing not being in the same team as Haechan because that would stop us from spending time together but I was up for the challenge. I was sure that Haechan would definitely try to be the clever fox he always was but I was determined to win.

With a smile, I turned to Ari, Woozi and the others: -So what’s the plan?

I was giving one last look at the map of the field when someone whistled loudly.

-Okay- said the arena employee, -the game is about to start. To win you need to capture the other team’s flag and take it to your own base or to eliminate all players on the opposite team. Please remember the rules and have fun!

We settled in the positions we chose while planning and we waited for the NCT members to do the same. I looked around and spotted Jun and Chungha, who flashed a smile in my direction. Like them, I was so excited to play and I really wanted to win. Everything was motionless for a while before the employee whistled again, signaling that the game has officially started.

I watched Ari and Changkyun (an obvious pairing since they had such a great chemistry) moving east trying to distract our opponents, while Wonwoo and Rowoon did the same towards west. Chungha and Jun decided to stay back to protect our flag, while Hoshi, Woozi and I would try to go and steal NCT flag.

Since we couldn’t run, we walked as fast as possible towards our opponents’ side of the field. The arena looked a bit like a maze so there were tons of places where they could be hiding, ready to shoot us, but we kept going, feeling like some kind of SWAT team on a mission. I felt the adrenaline growing and I was so excited I nearly missed Yuta (or was it Jaehyun?) aiming at us from behind a wall.

-Watch out!- I exclaimed, pushing Hoshi away from the trajectory of the laser.

I hid behind a corner and started shooting. The game was about points so Yuta would not die immediately, we had to shoot him multiple times or wait for him to run away. After a while Yuta stopped shooting so we kept going, now more attentive.

We all had a smartwatch telling us how many life points we had left and how many shoot points we got. I checked mine and I still had eight life points, so I was doing pretty well. Hoshi and Woozi lost three lives each so we kept going through the maze.

We were getting closer to NCT members’ base but we got into a trap not long after. Jungwoo, Mark and Taeil ambushed us in a space where there wasn’t much to hide behind to so Hoshi lost all of his life points immediately. Woozi and I got separated and after I found shelter, I could not see my teammate anymore. I hoped he was still alive (I just lost four life points) and I decided to try and go get the flag myself.

I circled around the point where I thought Jungwoo, Taeil and Mark were, and I saw it. The flag was lying there, close but awfully exposed. I tightened my grip on my laser gun and, while walking as close as possible to the wall, I went towards the flag.

I was going to pick it up when someone said: -Easy there, Yue.

I froze because I knew perfectly who that voice belonged to.

I turned around to find Haechan pointing his laser gun at me.

-Really?- I mumbled. -This is such a cliché scene.

He lowered the gun and smiled: -We love a good kdrama moment.

-So you won’t shoot me?

Haechan shrugged, smiling defiantly.

-Can I take the flag, then?

-That would make me a terrible tactician.

I pointed my gun at him: -Then seems like I have to shoot you.

He opened his arms: -Have fun.

I stared at him, unconvinced.

-Are you letting me win?- I asked, genuinely confused. That was definitely not something Haechan would do.

-You may shoot me, get the flag but I never said you could walk away with it.

I rolled my eyes, he was so into the role.

-Then I should at least eliminate you- I muttered, aiming at his chest.

-Haechan, have you seen Yueliang?- shouted Doyoung, who was approaching the base. I lowered the gun and started walking away, knowing that Doyoung would have no mercy on me.

I was going to turn around the corner when I felt someone taking my hand. It was Haechan, who pushed me to go faster.

-This way- he whispered and I looked at him, shocked.

-But Hyuck…

-They’re behind us, let’s go!

He guided me through the maze and I could hear Doyoung and maybe Mark calling after Haechan. They were getting closer and closer. I got anxious and nearly started running, holding Haechan's hand tightly. When I thought they would find us, Haechan pulled me behind a corner and behind a thin wall. We hid there even if it wasn’t exactly permitted to lurk and not play.

We heard Mark and Doyoung walking next to us, but they didn’t turn the corner as we did, they kept going, calling Haechan and wondering where he went.

After a couple seconds of silence spent looking at each other, we started giggling and we tried so hard to suppress it but it was useless. The adrenaline we got from running away was getting to us and I whispered: -Shhh!

Haechan chuckled again and I looked at his plump lips like I was hypnotized. My eyes stopped for a second too long because he noticed me and smirked.

-I think we can leave- he whispered, and I realized how close he was. I felt my cheeks getting red and I nodded: -Yes, I think we can.

But we both stayed there. We kept looking at each other, breathing deeply and waiting for the other to do something. He looked so good with his hair all messy, his lips as kissable as ever and his sun kissed skin seemed so warm and so soft I had to force my hands to stay still.

Half of my brain was telling me that staying there was not a good idea and that we needed to go back, but at the same time I didn’t want to stop being so close to Haechan.

-Did you just ditch your members for me?

Haechan smirked: -The game was getting boring.

-That’s why you wanted me to shoot you? You were bored?

He shook his head: -You looked cute with your gun and your focused pout.

I tried not to show that I felt delighted, but my face got flushed anyways.

-If you want I can shoot you now.

Haechan brushed the hair away from my face and smiled cocky: -A game is still a game, Yue.

I raised my eyebrows, confused when he pulled away from me. He took his laser gun and pointed it at my chest.

He shot.

I heard the smartwatch beep and I knew it was telling me that I had been eliminated. I only had four points left and hitting an opponent on the chest was the only way to take 5 points from them.

Haechan had just eliminated me with a smile on his face.

I was so offended that I couldn’t formulate a phrase. He chuckled, pleased, and walked away.

Fuming, I followed him.

-Lee Donghyuck- I said and he turned around, still smiling in that cocky way of his, full of bad boy bravado. I thought that smile looked so well on him but I kept that thought to myself and said: -You owe me a date for this.

His eyes sparkled with amusement and he bowed: -Your wish is my command, Yue.

And I watched him go away all happy with himself. I nearly wanted to smack him, but I tried to focus on calming my running heart and my weak knees. He did win this game but I was feeling like I just won something way better…

[romansleftshoulderpad]

Chapter Five - Origins

The Echo in the Mirror

Words: 2,503

Ship: None

Warnings: Alcohol mention, mentions of underage drinking (no-one gets drunk), Body mutation, panic attack, sex jokes

Tags: @fandermom @patchworkofstars @poisonedapples @hogwarts-my-love @opaque-puppet @omni-hamiltrash @darling-elm @jynxlovesluck @madly-handsome​ @strickenwithclairvoyance​ @limitededitionsanderssidesblog​ @ab-artist​ @sometimeswritingsometimesdying  @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2​ @because-were-fam-ily @gattonero17​ @analogical-mess​ @joaniejustwokeup​ @whycantihavemorethan32characters​

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If there was one thing the Dormir cousins were famous for, it was parties. So, it was no surprise that Remy’s Halloween party was one of the biggest events of the year. It was also very exclusive, you had to know the right people to get in. Any regular student would have dropped everything for a chance to go. Anyone except for Logan Hamilton, who had barely spoken to Roman or Virgil in days.

It was Wednesday, October 30th and the lunch bell had just rung. “You can’t keep ignoring me forever, Logan,” Virgil said. Logan only walked away, giving him a silent message. “That’s a very rude hand gesture!” he yelled.

Virgil sighed, falling against the wall as Logan walked away. He felt a hand on his shoulder and didn’t even bother to look up. He already knew there was a fifty percent chance of it being Roman (and the other fifty percent chance of it being Remy). “He’ll be back eventually,” Roman said. “We just need to talk to him.”

“I’m trying but he’s impossible to talk to when he’s angry. We’ve really fucked up.”

“Maybe we can get Patton to talk to him.”

Virgil laughed. “You think he’d listen to Patton?”

“What’s wrong with Patton?”

“Nothing,” Virgil said. “To us.”

“To us?”

“You’re pretty oblivious, Princey.”

“Oblivious,” Roman repeated. “Are you saying Logan has a crush on me and therefore won’t talk to Patton?”

Virgil pulled himself from the wall and took Roman’s hand as they walked down the hall. “First of all, you wish Logan had a crush on you. I think you’re just looking for an excuse to change your name to Roman Hamilton.”

“Imagine marrying Logan Hamilton. I could never,” Roman teased.

“Shut up you’re getting off-topic.”

“Weirdly defensive about marrying Logan,” he teased, bumping into Virgil’s side with a laugh. He felt pain in his hand as Virgil’s fists grew tighter. “Ow. Ow. Ow. Okay, okay I take it back.”

“Even if I did have a crush on Logan, he’s straight,” Virgil said. “And you’re getting off-topic. He’s not listening to me, he’s obviously not going to listen to you, and Patton isn’t even in the same room as the table.”

“And, again, what’s wrong with Patton and why am I oblivious?”

“Logan doesn’t exactly, uh, like Patton. And if you haven’t been able to notice that, you certainly have your head in the clouds.”

“I’m king of the clouds.”

“You’re not even a prince, Duke.”

“Touché.”

“I’ll send him a text,” Virgil said. “I just... hope he’ll respond.”

“You guys have been best friends since- what? Seventh grade?” Roman squeezed Virgil’s hand and leaned into him. “He’ll come around.”

Virgil leaned into the touch, both their heads pressed together as they turned a corner towards the school cafeteria. “This is worse than any fight we’ve ever had. I don’t know what to do.”

Roman stopped dead in his tracks. He took Virgil by the shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes. (He still had to grow used to the fact that Virgil was now taller than him. The growth spurt he had hit during his sophomore year was still a surprise.) “Everything is going to be fine,” he said. “You know how I know it will be? Because if Hamilton thinks he can hurt my second best friend then I’m going to kick his ass with my new weird crazy powers.”

“And what powers are those?”

“I’ll figure it out, okay? Now, c’mon, either Logan is going to come back and we can sort out this spirit situation. Or- Or- we forget about Logan for one night and I show you and Patton how to have a good time.”

“But what about-“

“Shhh.” Roman placed a finger over Virgil’s lips. “It’s a Remy Dormir party. We’re going to get drunk off our asses and have a great time. Okay?”

“Okay.”

It was Thursday, October 31, nearly 7:00 O’clock at night. When Roman had arrived Remy was busy locking the last of the bedroom and office doors, any room that would give him a death sentence if it were trashed.

“I brought drinks,” he announced, holding two plastic bags in his hands. Patton and Emile exchanged a glance, staring at Roman with quirked eyebrows. “Relax.” He pulled a bottle out from the bag. “It’s Sprite.”

“Ro, I’m glad you’re here,” Remy said, sliding three stacks of paper plates across the counter. “I need you guys to open these.”

“Great to see you too, Rem.”

“The pleasure is all yours I’m sure. Hey, hand me that pumpkin, will ya? Thanks, babe.”

“I’m pretty sure you call me that more than your own boyfriend.”

“Everyone else is ‘Babe’,” Remy explained, “Emile is ‘baby.’”

Emile blushed, his face redder than his Steven Universe shirt. “Reeeeemmmyyyy.”

“Save that for the bedroom, baby,” Remy teased.

Roman shoved a finger in his mouth and gagged. “You two are disgusting.”

Remy raised an eyebrow and threw a tape dispenser at Roman’s head. “Oh, please, like you haven’t jerked it to m-“

“OKAY! SHUT THE FUCK UP!” he yelled, face bright red. He turned towards Patton and Emile. “Pro tip: Never fucking tell Remy about a crush.”

“I’d consider it a close matter,” he said, failing to hide a laugh. “Aww, c’mon it was years ago.”

“And yet, you’re still an asshole about it.”

“You act like you still have feelings.”

“You act like I won’t shake you off this damn ladder.”

“Ouch. Someone’s got a sore spot.”

“Ladder,” Roman warned. There was a knock on the door but it swung open before anyone could answer it.

“Sup, bitches! I brought beers!” Narcissa yelled. She wore all black with a leather jacket that could rival Remy’s own and a floppy witch hat that still had a price tag on the side. Her long black hair and choppy bangs framed her face nicely. She had a diamond stud in her nose and wore glittery purple eyeshadow.

“Eww.”

“Oh. Duke is here.”

“Ah. Draco can go fuck herself.”

The two stood silent, staring each other down for a total of five seconds before laughing and pulling each other into a hug. “Virgil pulled into the driveway a few seconds after me. He’ll be here in a few-“

“Sup, motherfuckers!”

“He’s here,” she deadpanned.

“Virgil! Virgil, look!” Roman said, smiling like a puppy. “It’s Narcissa.”

“Aww, it’s my chorus baby,” she cooed, ruffling Virgil’s hair. “We miss you.”

“Stop, stop, I spent an hour making this look perfect,” Virgil said. He was dressed head to toe in regal vampire gear with fake blood on his lips and chin.

“Lookin’ sharp, bloodsucker,” Roman complimented.

“Blood isn’t the only thing I suck,” he said with a wink. “Oh! Patton, you made it!”

“I did!” Patton said. “Any luck with, uh, you know who?”

Remy gasped as he jumped off the ladder. “Did someone take my title of You Know Who?!”

“That’s offensive to Lord Voldemort,” Narcissa said.

“Suck my dick, babe.”

“Only if you suck mine.”

“I haven’t had any luck,” Virgil said, taking a seat next to Patton. “I know he needs space, but I don’t know what to do. Our time is running out.”

“Emile,” Patton blurted out. “We could, uh, use Emile if Logan won’t agree.”

Virgil knitted his eyebrows together, glancing up and down at Patton as he wiggled in his seat. “You don’t sound too sure of yourself. Besides, replacing Logan would only make things worse.”

“You said yourself that we’re running out of time.”

“Patton, I-“

A voice escaped Patton’s throat, low and gravely, nothing like the young boy’s own. It said, “We only have tonight, Fear. What are you so afraid of?” Patton slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Your face is turning green.”

“Your arms are turning violet.”

“Princey,” Virgil called, “can we see you real quick?”

“Yeah, what’s- Oh fuck.”

“Oh fuck indeed,” Virgil growled. He grabbed Patton and Roman’s hands and pulled them into the bathroom.

It’s Thursday, October 31, nearly 7:45 at night when Logan finds himself pacing in his bedroom, his eyes going up and down trying to reread a text Virgil had sent hours ago. He couldn’t think of a response.

Logan, we need to talk.

I’m so sorry about what happened at Patton’s house and I’m worried that I'll never get to apologize enough. I know you and Roman don’t always get along, but he really does care about you. The two of us have been fighting trying to figure out what’s best for you but that’s a choice only you can make. We’ll be at Remy’s house tonight and I really hope I can see you there and properly make amends.

We found a way to summon the fourth spirit. His name is Knowledge and I can think of no one more deserving than you of that power. But above all, I want my best friend back. So, please, talk to me.

Logan practically had the message memorized by now. He paced back and forth watching time move forward as his battery drained. Should he stay angry at Virgil and Roman for trying to make this choice without him? Should he forgive them? Should he accept this power? “Feelings,” he mumbled, “the bane of my existence.

Then his phone rang. His texts disappeared as a picture of Roman in a prince costume from behind the scenes of his last play took their place. Why was Roman calling? His finger hovered over the answer button before he finally gave in and clicked it.

“You have three seconds to explai-“

“Logan! Logan, oh thank fairy godmother you answered! We need your help!”

“Is this some sort of trap?”

“No! No, seriously, Virgil and Patton are here with me! We- We don’t know what’s going on! Patton has like- like scales or something! And Virgil looks like he barely escaped the Wonka factory!”

“Roman, your eyes,” he could hear Patton saying. “They’re red.”

“Logan! Just, please, we’re at Remy’s house! Get here as fast as you ca-” The line went dead. The clocks around him slowed, time never fully halting. The room began to dim. 

“Roman?” Logan asked, frantically trying to call him back. Every attempt failed. His heart was pounding in his chest. He was having a panic attack but he didn’t even have the time to pull himself out of it. He ran for his bedroom door, trying to pull it open but the handle wouldn’t budge.

“You are not needed there. Not yet,” a voice spoke.

Logan’s eyes welled with tears as he frantically pulled at the door handle. “LET ME OUT!” he screamed. “ROMAN NEEDS ME! LET ME OUT OF HERE!”

“No one can hear you now, Logan Zander Hamilton,” the voice said. “We have temporarily pulled apart from the known universe. There is no one outside that door. It’s only you and me. I suggest we have a little chat.”

Logan pressed his back against the door and fell to the ground, hugging his knees. “My- My friends,” he choked out. “They need me. They need me!”

“We need you, Logan Zander Hamilton,” he said, almost perfectly mimicking Virgil’s voice. Almost, yet too robotic. He wasn’t as caring and compassionate as Virgil always was. He appeared as a reflection in the mirror, a perfect doppelgänger to Logan but with something cold and robotic in his eyes. He looked like a man but he could not pass as human. “My friends and yours are now one.” He pressed his hand against the glass and walked through as easily as someone would walk through a wall of gelatin. And with that, the mirror seemed to bounce back as easily as gelatin without so much as a crack to prove that he had broken through. As he stepped closer, Logan could see how inhuman his eyes were. He was the cosmos hidden inside of a human shell. “Join me- Join us- and learn the secrets of your existence.”

“If- If I do this,” he asked, trying to wipe away the last of his tears, “will I be able to save my friends?”

“With the power of knowledge, you can save humankind.”

“They aren’t human, are they? Not anymore, at least. They’ve been... infected.”

“How observant of you.”

“I don’t need to save humankind,” he said, “I just need to save them.”

“Any panic or pain they are experiencing now is only at the cost of summoning me,” Knowledge said. “Whether aware or not, they have brought me to you. Neither I nor them will be at rest until I have a vessel.”

“For Virgil,” Logan said, “and for Roman. And Patton.” He stuck out his hand towards Knowledge. “I’ll do it.”

Knowledge took Logan’s hand. His human shell melted away and Logan found himself being blinded by the pure light in front of him. He expected to choke and cry in pain as Virgil and Roman had done. Instead, he found warmth traveling from his fingertips through his veins and arteries. He found warmth traveling through him in all directions. His head felt light and his chest felt full of the purest air.

Logan woke up from his bed. He slid on his glasses and looked at his reflection in his phone’s camera. His eyes held pools of stars. He was the cosmos inside of a human shell. He felt enlightened.

Logan put his phone in the pocket of his jeans, grabbed a jacket, and ran out of his house as fast as his legs would take him. When he got to Remy’s house his heart was pounding in the best possible way. He walked in, dodging students as he made his way towards the bathroom.

“LOGAN!” Virgil yelled, smiling brightly as the lights around them flickered with electricity.

“Maybe don’t destroy the lights here,” Logan teased. “You guys summoned a spirit. How the hell did you do that?”

“I, uh, think that was my fault,” Patton said meekly.

“It was Morality who started it,” Virgil corrected. “Not Patton.”

“Is there any difference?” Patton asked.

“Yes,” Logan said. “And no matter what, we must remember that there are differences between us and the spirits using us for personal gain.”

“Woah,” Roman whispered, leaning close to Logan. “Your eyes look wicked right now.”

“You accepted his powers,” Virgil said in disbelief. He smiled brightly, pulling Logan into a hug. “We’re superheroes!”

“We haven’t done anything heroic,” Logan said. “Being superhuman does not automatically make one a hero.”

“Be gay, fight crime,” Roman announced. Virgil shot him a look. “That’s going to be my motto. I’m copyrighting it as we speak.”

“You’re such a nerd,” Logan said with a laugh.

“That’s Logan’s way of saying ‘I love you.’”

“No, it’s just my way of calling you a nerd.”

There was an annoyed knock at the door. “Can you guys have your orgy somewhere else? You’ve been in there for nearly an hour,” Remy yelled.

The three of them laughed, their skin and faces slowly returning to normal. “Well, my friends,” Roman said. “Welcome to the rest of our lives.”

[secret-kpoplibrary]

Hi I'm a Brazilian reader and I love your posts and I would really like a scenario or a similar reaction to "I lost our baby" pranks that youtubers do, could you do and tag me please ???

Author’s Note: I was a little unsure of what you wanted but I hope what I came up with is close. I changed it up a bit for the sake of not being repetitive but here’s my first scenario/reaction thingy

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Kim Namjoon

"Honey have you seen Chin Hwa. He's been really quiet." Your husband asks poking his head out of the kitchen. Without looking up from your book you calmly reply.

"I lost him this afternoon."

"That's nice dear- wait what?" He comes into the living room, "what did you say y/n?"

"I lost Chin Hwa this afternoon." You say.

"Y/n, baby, why do you sound so relaxed?" He asks. He's not sure if he should be panicking yet given your lack of concern but he's a little worried by what you've said.

"Namjoon did you forget that Chin Hwa is spending the night at Hoseok's?" You ask finally glancing at him.

"Oh. Right. I didn't realize you'd taken him over already." Namjoon says sheepishly.

"What? You thought I really lost Chin Hwa?" You giggle.

"No. I was just very confused. You were too nonchalant for our son to actually be missing." He says kissing your cheek, "I'm going to finish dinner." He tells you going back to the kitchen. You laugh a little before turning your attention back to your book.

Kim Seokjin

You walk into your house and shrug off your jacket, calling out to your kids and husband.

"I'm home!" You shout, announcing yourself.

"Kitchen!" Your husband Jin calls back to you. You walk into the kitchen and wrap your arms around his waist, kissing his shoulder.

"Hello." You mumble.

"Hi my love, how was work?" He asks looking at you from over his shoulder.

"Ah it was fine. Tiring." You say, "where are Kyung-Mi and Jae-Hwa?" You ask.

"Good question." He hums.

"What do you mean good question. You should know. You've been with them all day." You lift your head from his back to look at his profile.

"Actually... I haven't been with the twins for hours now."

"Babe, are you saying you lost our kids?" You ask.

"No, not exactly. They aren't here but- they're not lost per se."

"Seokjin where are the twins?" You frown at him. Your confusion only grows when he let's out a full body laugh.

"My love, the twins are at an overnight camp this weekend, remember?" He explains through his laughter.

"Oh shoot. I totally forgot." You giggle along with him, "why didn't you say something sooner!" You lightly slap his chest.

"I was waiting for you to remember!" He chuckles.

"Aish, you're such a pain!" You pout at him.

"I don't know how you could think I lost the kids. You must be exhausted. Go take a shower and I'll have dinner ready by the time you're out." He says giving you a quick kiss before shooing you out of the kitchen.

Min Yoongi

"What?" He looks at you from his spot on the couch.

"I lost the kid." You tell him with a straight face. Your daughter is hiding somewhere in the house so she's not really lost, but Yoongi doesn't know that.

"No you didn't." He says shaking his head. You frown, "I know you, there's no way you lost the kid. Last time she got away from you, you got quite angry with her." He stands up and wraps an arm around you to kiss your forehead. "Nice try though. Where is she?" Yoongi asks you.

"We're playing hide and seek. I really can't find her." You tell him with a shrug.

"Guess we have a child to find huh." He chuckles. Your prank was a bust, but it's not like you really put any effort into it.

Jung Hoseok

"Hey baby have you seen Jisoo?" Your husband asks coming into your at home office.

"Wait what?" You ask him.

"Have you Jisoo?" He asks again.

"You were supposed to be watching her so I could get some work done Hoseok."

"Yeah I know that's why I'm asking where she is." He says looking around the office.

"You lost our daughter Hoseok?" You ask him.

"She's not lost, I just can't find her." He says.

"That's what lost is sweetheart." You say with a sigh.

"I have it all under control baby don't even worry about it." He says kissing your forehead.

"Hoseok do you have any idea where our child is?" You ask rubbing your temples.

"She's in this house somewhere, I just never realized how many hiding spots she had when she suggested hide and seek."

"You're playing hide and seek?"

"Yeah."

"You could have prefaced with that Hoseok." You sigh. He laughs.

"What? Did you think I'd actually lost her?" He asks.

"Wouldn't be the first time." You mumble.

"Have a little faith in my jagiya." He says as his laughter subsides.

"Whatever, just find our daughter." You roll your eyes when he laughs again as he makes his exit.

Park Jimin

"Hi mommy." Your five year old calls coming into the kitchen where you're making lunch.

"Um hello my love, where's daddy?" You ask him.

"I dunno." He says climbing into one of the island chairs.

"Didn't daddy get you from school today?"

"No. I walked." He says.

"Baby, you know better than that. You can't walk alone like that, what if you got lost?"

"I didn't walk alone. I walked with Chung Ho and Hae Won." He says with a shrug. You sigh. Chung Ho is your son's classmate and Hae Won is his older sister. They happen to live next door to you.

"Okay well I was just finishing up lunch." You tell him. You can't complain much since he's home safe but you don't want him to make a habit of it. Just then your phone rings from the other room.

"I'll get it for you mommy!" Your son quickly hops off the stool and runs into the living room. He brings your phone to you with a smile.

"Thank you honey." You ruffle his hair, answering the phone to your frantic husband.

"We have a problem." He says.

"What is it sweetie?" You ask watching your son who has pulled out a coloring book and crayons on the counter.

"Okay so um I went to pick up Young Soo from school and um- he's, not here."

"Is that so?" You hum.

"His teacher said he already left and I have no clue where he could've gone y/n."

"J-Jiminie-" you try to cut him off as he continues to ramble. You sigh. "Jimin!" You eventually yell.

"What?" He says finally taking a moment to breathe.

"Young Soo is home. You can stop panicking." You tell him.

"Why didn't you say something earlier!?" He huffs.

"I tried but you were too busy rambling to let me speak. He walked home with Chung Ho and Hae Won. Little rascal." You say.

"Oh thank God he's okay." He sighs relieved.

"Just come home." You laugh.

"Yeah, I'll be back soon." He says before saying a quick goodbye and hanging up.

"You almost gave daddy a heart attack sweetie." You chuckle at your oblivious son.

Kim Taehyung

The jingle of keys outside your front door sends your daughters squirming out of your lap.

"What are you doing you little muppet?" You ask her.

"Shhh don't tell daddy." She whispers slipping behind the couch. You giggle a little at your daughter's antics, just as mischievous as her father you suppose. You take the chance to put on a show for your husband. You drop your head into your hands and sigh, pretending not to hear him walk into the house.

"Baby? I'm home." He calls walking into the living room, "what's wrong? Are you okay? Is Min Su alright?" He asks immediately taking in your demeanor with a frown. You look at him with fake remorse.

"Actually Tae, I have something I have to tell you." You say.

"What's up? You know you can tell me anything." He says grabbing your hand.

"I took Min Su to the park today and she- well I just- I only let her out of my sight for a second and when I looked back at the playground she was gone." You say sadly. Taehyung's entire face drops at your words, "I'm so sorry Taehyung I swear I didn't mean to lose her I just turned to talk to someone for a moment I didn't think she'd disappear like that-" he cuts off your 'frantic' ramblings by pulling you into his chest

"Shh it's okay my love, it's alright, I know, you couldn't have known this would happen." He says comfortingly, "we're going to find her. Have you called the police?" He asks.

"Wait Daddy, no! Don't do that! I'm right here!" Min Su crawls out from behind the couch into her father's lap. He sighs wrapping his arms around the small child.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He asks frantically checking the child for injuries as she giggles at him, "y/n what the heck? Why would you scare me like that?"

"It was Min Su's idea. She hid behind the couch."

"Aish, you will certainly send me to an early grave little one."

"Like father like daughter." You smile kissing his cheek.

Jeon Jungkook

Your husband rushes into your room seemingly quite frantic.

"Hi." He says with a forced smile.

"Hello." You look up at him from your book, "you okay there babe?"

"Okay so don't freak out." He says causing you to sigh.

"I hate it when you start sentences like that." You tell him.

"Yeah! I know, but you're gonna wanna freak out, and like you can't."

"What did you do?" You ask putting your book down.

"I may not- I think- so Juho, got away from me at the park."

"Jungkook, where is our son?" You ask calmly.

"He's, around here somewhere I'm sure." He says. You stand up and walk over to him, despite him being taller than you, he shrinks a little as you approach.

"Kookie, please tell me you did not lose our child?" You say. Despite the smile on your face it's clear you're displeased with your husband.

"You said you wouldn't freak out." He tries to remind you.

"No, you asked me not to freak out and I asked what you did. I didn't say I wouldn't freak out." You say forcefully, maintaining your smile as you stalk closer to him.

"Alright Juho come in before your mother kills me!" Jungkook calls. As if on cue in comes your 4 year old son clutching your leg, giggling happily.

"Did it work mommy? Did we get you?" He asks looking up at you. You chuckle and ruffle his hair.

"You sure did sweetie." You smile at him, genuinely this time.

"Mommy was really mad there for a second Juho, you should've seen it." Jungkook says picking up the child.

"You two are certainly going to be the death of me." You say kissing your son on the top of his head.

"Love you." Jungkook says pecking your lips.

[studentville-struggles]

Blind Date // Draco Malfoy

Post-war AU thing?

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Words: 1588

Summary: What will happen when the friends of a witch avoiding magic, set her up on a magical blind date?

TW: mild angst, suggestions of PTSD? mentions of war, fluff

Part 1. Check out more of my work here

You had pretty much left the wizarding world after the war.

You still saw your friends, you still lived in a predominantly wizarding street in London, however, your wand sat in its box, tucked in the back of your wardrobe. The last time you had used it had been during the war. The last time you held it, not long after.  

Instead of becoming an Auror as you had always dreamed, you had gone to muggle school, a university. You became a research scientist, marvelling in the advancements the muggles had somehow made without ever figuring out magic.  

It had been nearly six years since the battle and you were, whilst content in not using magic, starting revising the work from your school years having realised you were forgetting even basic spells. This had worried your friends who were concerned by your immediate walk away from the magical world. They had thought initially it was the shock of the war, that you would recover and come back. They didn’t know about the nightmare, the awful things you saw every night when you shut your eyes once more.  

You knew it was a worry to them, and you made sure to reassure them and make sure not to slip too far away into the muggle world; even if that would be easier for you.  

This week you were out for dinner with your friends, at a cute little restaurant in Camden. Owned and operated by witches but the local muggles never seemed to notice.  

“You have a date tomorrow by the way.” You nearly choked.

“I’m sorry I have a what now?”

“A date. A blind date, a magical dude in case you didn’t guess. Better get your robes cleaned.”

Oh no. This can only end badly.

Preparing for your date you pulled on your nicest robes, double checking your hair was okay before leaving your flat for this mystery date. You thought about taking your wand, but today was not the day.  

Walking in a robe was somewhat strange, not quite as comfortable as you had remembered, although you couldn’t ignore how fabulous and important it made you feel. It wasn’t a long walk to the restaurant, and you were grateful your friends had chosen such a place to help keep you comfortable.  

You were the first to arrive, taking your seat at the table, you relaxed watching the other couples and families around you.

This was a blind date indeed; your friends had blindsided you totally. The man sitting down at the table opposite you was none other than Draco Malfoy. The two of you hadn’t spoken much at school, his reputation leading you to steer clear from him in an attempt to make your life easier. What you did know, however, was the side of the war he fought on. The side that killed your father and you were not okay with it.  

“Y/N”

“Draco.” You were curt and you felt a little bad for how it came out.

“Did you know what they had planned?” He seemed nervous, though at least he was making an effort.

“No, they only told me about this yesterday.” Even if you didn’t particularly like him based on what you knew, your friends picked him out for a reason.

“Oh wow, Blaise told me last week.”

What surprised you from the evening, was the ease you had talking to Draco, even when the conversation had involved magic. Draco had offered to take you home afterwards, to which you had raised an eyebrow, assuming correctly that it involved apparating you home.  

Your landing was a little less than graceful, making Draco chuckle at you a bit.

“Shhh, I haven’t done that in a while.” Draco looked at you confused.

“Wait, then how did you get to the restaurant?”

“I walked.” Your voice showing your confusion, like how else would you get there? “Can I get you a hot drink? Tea, coffee, cocoa?”  

“Tea please.”

You set to work, filling and boiling the kettle and Draco looked baffled.  

“What are doing?”

“Making tea, why?”

“Why don’t you just use your wand and boil it?”

“One: not the way you should make tea, it needs to brew properly. Two: I don’t have my wand on me.”

“What do you mean you don’t have your wand on you?!” Draco seemed almost alarmed that you wouldn’t always have your wand on you.

“That’s a bit too personal for a first date I think.” You were expecting the Draco from Hogwarts to return, for him to invade your personal business. Except he didn’t.

“Well, in that case, I think I should learn the correct way for making tea for the second date,” Draco said, sidling up next to you to see what you were doing. You didn’t expect him to drop the subject so quickly but you appreciated it none the less.  

“Someone’s eager.” Draco merely hummed in response.

“What’s that?” The questioning had begun.

“A kettle.”

After teaching Draco the ‘proper’ way of making a cup of tea, you sat in your living room chatting the rest of the night away. You had long decided that whilst you were very much not a fan of his father and what he stood for, you couldn’t judge Draco on that without giving him his due. You were so glad you did or you wouldn’t be sat on your sofa laughing until your stomach ached.  

Once the clock struck midnight, you both said it was worth saying goodnight lest you not be well for work the next day. Having confirmed a day for you to visit Draco at his house for dinner, he left a gentle kiss on the back of your hand before apparating home. Your home was quiet once more.  

It was four days later and Draco had sent you an owl asking if you would like him to apparate to your house to pick you up. He had written saying it was too far to walk and if you weren’t comfortable to ‘apparate alone’ he was more than happy to come over. You thought it was very touching that he thought of you and had remembered you avoidance of wand talk, and that it had been a while since you had apparated before your last meeting. In reality, whilst Draco had remembered you saying it had been a while, he mostly just wanted to see you as soon as possible.  

It had been a long time that anyone outside of his close friendship group had given him a clean slate upon seeing him. He had remembered seeing you at the battle of Hogwarts, though not for long. Before that, his memories of you were few and far between but the constant theme was grace and elegance. He had thanked Blaise for setting him up with you as soon as he’d returned to his house, Blaise shocked by the light blush and wide grin present.

You had eagerly sent the large brown owl home with your response, making sure she had eaten, drunk and had some rest. As requested, Draco arrived promptly outside your front door, knocking as the hour changed.  

This time you had dressed somewhat more casually, wanting to be able to relax at Draco’s house, and no one ever wore robes at home anyway.  

Dinner was amazing, though Draco admitted to using magic to make sure he didn’t mess up. He wined and dined you for hours, laughing and smiling throughout the night. You were amazed at how comfortable you felt.

Weeks passed and you and Draco practically together. You spent many a night together in both houses. Your friends were over the moon! There was the obvious teasing, but they loved seeing you come out of your shell properly, for maybe the first time since the war.

Like most other nights, Draco and yourself were lounging on the sofa, music playing as you chatted and nursed your wine after dinner.

“Darling?”

“Yeah, Draco?” You replied, looking up at him from your warm spot on the sofa.

“Why don’t you use your wand anymore?”

“What I did with it was too bad to use it again.”

“Oh no love, you could never-” You didn’t even let him finish.

“Draco, I killed people. I killed people during the war and I can never take that back.”

“Sweetheart.”

“I just, every time I pick it up I’m reminded. So I put it away.”

“Well, why don’t we make new memories with it?”

“What?”  

“We do different things using your wand so that you think of those memories when you hold it rather than the bad ones?”

“You think that will work?”

“I’m willing to try.”

The nerves and tension had left you, amazed that anyone would want to do such a thing for you. Sitting up, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him towards you. The kiss was soft but meaningful, conveying everything you needed to.  

Pulling away you whispered to Draco, the first step. “I think I’m going to reconnect my house to the floo network.”

A soft smile graced Draco’s face. “Careful, I’ll be popping in all the time.”  

“You can do that any way you fool, you apparate over all the time.” You chuckled.  

That was all that was said on the topic that night. As soon as you got home, with Draco insisting he ‘apparated you home’ because he had to be a proper gentleman at all times, you sent an owl to the ministry requesting access to the floo network.

Part 2

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