#why did I accidentally color my outfit to look like snow white?

[prettiestplatypus]

from a conversation with my friend @lariumbreon Sometimes I do a silly and don't think of the big picture, but at least I can draw again!

[bottled-up]

Arulia...

So there is significantly less to cover and go over with Arulia than Em so we will be starting with her!

Arulia was originally designed to be a romanceable charcter for a scrapped project from around 2017. She was victorian-ish, Jane Austen vibey situation. Think Elizabeth Bennet at the end of the Pride and Prejudice (2005) in terms of hairstyle and mannerism.

This is one of two sketches I have remaining of this Arulia design. Unfortunately, lots of moving and accidental throwing away of documents has nearly caused this version and design to be lost.

After the scrapping of the project she was originally designed for, I took full possession of her character and pretty much overhauled her design (with a few exceptions).

At the time of taking back control of Arulia, I may or may not have been carzy obsessed with the romance visual novel app The Arcana. So there were, and still are, heavy style influences. Not saying I have banished The Arcana from my life lol (Asra is still and will always be my favorite).

I'll do some comparing and contrasting of the personalities after I get through the designs.

I thought, at the time of Arulia's redesign, it would be fun to use her as the MC for the story. It was fun! But much later it didnt quite feel right.

Arulia's new design was COMPLETELY different from her original concepts. Im talking wildly long hair, harem pants, puffy snow white-like sleeves, a skirt AND a sash, and some hair accessories! Because WHY NOT.

To be completely honest, at the time I was extremely proud of this. A lot of it doesn't make sense, the face shape was wrong, and she looked a lot younger than she actualy is. For some reason though, I still loved this design.

Also I had been exploring new art sytles that really didn't work well with this character.

I mean... to me this was PERFECT. Intil it wasn't. I actually don't think this design lasted the year.

There was too much and not enough happening at the same time. Because of that, I took to reworking the outfit, keeping the things I like and though suited her quite well, went back to her original face shape and picked things from her original design that just made sense to keep.

I think this is much more suited for my girl. It fits a little better with the character I created around her, and she fit pretty ok into the Arcana world.

My favorite parts of this outfit quickly grew Arulia to be my most drawn character. The shirt sleeves, the hair style, the massive earrings, and the simple patterns on her top.

This is the design that eventually got some offical color to it, but I was new to digital art and brand spaking new to procreate so a lot of mistakes were made.

I still think she cute though. Also, yes I borrowed a pose to help visualize how clothing would sit on her body.

I did spend a couple of years just skatching and drawing Arulia on paper though. My art journal from last year and the year before have almost every page with atleast one Arulia on it.

She consumed my every drawing hour. Not by force, because I begged her to.

I think a few months after I setteld on this outfit and look, I explored a couple other options too. What if she had these pants? What it her hair was different? What if she danced?

Had some really cute concepts of that! But nothing really stuck (look out for the pictures when they're found).

I settled on her more simple design because it was easy to draw repeatedly, easy for others draw, and kinda iconic. I had a few people telling me they haddn't see something like Arulia before and quite liked the concept.

That encouraged me to use her as the face of my streaming content until it didn't. More on that for a later time.

For now this is all I have to share, but Arulia, BY FAR, had the most doodles, drawings, and sketches, so look forawrd to seeing more of those.

[magalidragon]

making music | a Jonerys AU | fic tease

a/n: Bêcha thought I forgot this one? LOL Nope, just working on it here and there. It will be longer than I thought of course. So here’s a tease to part 1 up soon!

Once again, turning the corner, she almost stepped straight into a busker only this time a trumpet player, and when she knelt down to pick up the coins that had fallen out of a flatcap set on the cobblestone, she heard a low chuckle, and a heavy Northern accent, her blood going cold.

"You just can't help yourself can you?"

"I'm sorry I..." She whipped up, glaring. She shouted. "YOU!"

Jon chuckled, leaning against the brick wall, a foot propped up behind him, his other stretched out, and a trumpet loose in his fingers. "Me." He rolled his eyes, but still smiled. "You want a piece of my gig here or what? That why you keep stepping into my payment?"

She glanced at the cap, noting there were only a few stags; he had way more as a guitar player. She smirked up and straightened. "Maybe you should stick to strings then Mr..."

"Snow," Jon said, lifting the trumpet up. He blew into it, fingers fast on the keys, the tune upbeat, jazzy. Someone walking by tossed in a dragon coin. He finished the snippet of a song she thought she might have recognized as a twist on a famous Essosi opera aria, and had gathered a few other admirers, including, she noted, some young women who giggled behind their hands and ducked their heads coquettishly, trying to catch his attention.

It was the music that held her attraction-- although he did look good standing there in his all black attire, hair pulled from his face, his strong forearms on display. She spied some tattoos peeking out from under the rolled cuffs and one on his inner wrist, a series of musical notes on a scale. She frowned, wishing she could see it closer, wondering what song held such importance to him he wanted it inked to his skin permanetly. Or maybe, was in his mind during a drunken moment and now was inked permanently. Could be anything.

He finished the song, the crowd gathered applauding. He swept the trumpet aside and bowed, moving towards the case while people dropped coins and other things into the flatcap. Several of the women dropped phone numbers. Dany remained standing, waiting for them to disperse and Jon to collect the money. "Do they not pay you enough?" she asked.

He chuckled, unfolding the bills and darting a glance upwards through his dark curls. "They do. This is for something else." He pocketed the money and shoved the cap into the side of the padded trumpet case. He quickly cleaned out the trumpet, wiping down the gleaming brass, dragging the cloth through the valves to dry it, and set it into the velvet lining.

Dany waited and caught his attention when he stood, slinging the case over his shoulder. "Are you first cello?" she asked, wanting more information. He was the only one she knew now from the sympthony, she wanted to get as much information as possible. Especially if they were to play together.

He nodded. "Aye."

"But you also play guitar and trumpet?"

"I play a lot of instruments."

"Yeah so does everyone," she scoffed. They all said that. Viola players claimed they could play violin and vice versa. Guitar players claimed they were also proficient in banjo and ukelele sometimes. Anything for the résumé. She rolled her eyes. "There's a difference in maybe playing something and being proficient in it."

Jon eyed her sideways, chuckling. "Alright, I'm proficient in a lot of instruments. And you?"

"Four."

"Let me guess."

She grinned. "Go ahead." He'd never guess.

Jon ticked off his fingers. "Violin."

"Duh."

"Guitar."

She wrinked her nose. "Yes."

They turned a corner; she had no idea where he was going, somehow she was stuck to him like a magnet, unable to tear away. He patted his pockets, searching for somethng, and removed a pack of cigarettes. He smiled sheepishly. "Bad habit."

"Terrible habit, especially for someone who plays a brass or woodwind instrument," she chided.

He lit the cigarette, pocketing the lighter with a flick of his fingers. She spied a wolf etched into the side of the silver Zippo. He paused at a corner, studying her a moment. She shifted, oddly uncomfortable with the x-ray-like gaze. His irises were gray, a peculiar color. They shimmered, reminding her of the ash on the cigarette or else storm clouds. He blew a stream of smoke out to the side, gesturing with the cigarette. "Piano."

She grit her teeth. Eyebrow quirked, she shrugged. "Alright. Yes."

"I've got three. How many more guesses do I get?"

"One more, I told you I play four."

Jon kept his gaze on her, once again giving her the x-ray once over. He narrowed his eyes and smiled wide. "Harp."

Her mouth dropped. What...how...WHAT!? "You cheated!" she exclaimed, at the same time he burst out laughing. He dodged the fist she flung out to smack at his shoulder, this perfect stranger, but she was positive he deserved it. First for chastising her when she completely accidentally stepped into him, then for his comments after her incredbile audition, and now well, for whatever was happening with this. She glared at him, simultaneously impressed he got them right and also annoyed.

Now he laughed. "How did I cheat? I didn't know you until like three hours ago."

"But you did," she realized. He knew her real name. Could have been a good guess, but she tried vrey hard to keep the lives separate. So how did he know?

They were still walking. She realized they were approaching a nondescript old building, stone and worn, with moss growing on the side from the healthy amount of humidity King's Landing endured. There was a large olive tree out front, providing shade over a fountain of a series of wolves chasing each other. They stopped near the entrance to the small courtyard, his fingers idly running down the strap of his trumpet case, his cigarette almost worn down to the filter.

He flicked off some ash, drew in a last pull of it, and stubbed it out, tossing it into a trash can. He smiled again, but it didn't meet his eyes. He tapped her case. "Violin, easy." He gestured to her fingers. "You have piano hands, calluses on your wrists, your black and white outfit, probably what, teacher too?" She scowled, refusing to acknowledge he was right. He carried on. "Guitar because that was actually just a guess."

"And harp? How'd you guess that?" she demanded.

Jon blinked, shrugging. "You're a Targaryen."

Her jaw set. "Yes," she ground out. She arched her brows, silver bouncing up to her hairline. "Which I would kindly request you keep to yourself."

"You should probably hide your eye color then."

"I could just be Lyseni or Valyrian otherwise."

"You have your mother's face," he said. He continued, her shoulders drawing back at that, surprised. He smiled again. "And Rhaegar Targaryen was one of my first music teachers. I know a Targaryen and I know he has a little sister and well, Targaryens are the only harp players that actually make it a worthy instrument to learn." He grinned wider. "I'll give you a hint. One of the instruments I do not know how to play is harp."

Rhaegar's student? Her mother? Harp? What? There were questions swirling around in her mind, before she could ask him to clarify. He walked by her and to the fountain, dropping some of the coins in it and then depositing his earnings into a box near the entrance to the building. He tipped his fingers to his temple, saluting her. "See you around Daenerys Targaryen. Or Dany Storm. Which do you want me to call you?"

"Dany," she whispered, unsure what to make of him.

He nodded, smiling. "Dany." He turned, walking off and reached into his pocket, removing a harmonica, lifting it to his lips and humming off on it as he wandered away, out of sight.

[sideofmango]

“Under the Mistletoe”

Pairings: ochako uraraka x fem! reader Pronouns: she/her/hers Warnings: lgbtqia+ reader, light cursing, fluff, Kaminari and Sero playing pranks, Bakugou hitting Kaminari, mentions of KiriBaku, Bakugou being your hype man, gay panic Description: The truth was that you both had crushes on each other, but you were both too afraid to tell the other. With the help of some strategically placed mistletoe, Sero Hanta, and Denki Kaminari, you may no longer be spending the holidays alone. Word Count: 2.2k

“Oh come on Bakugou, don’t be such a little bitch. The party will be fun.” You said nudging your hotheaded best friend at the lunch table. Kaminari’s golden eyes widened as everyone around the table seemed to grow quiet, waiting for Bakugou to blow up at you for calling him a bitch. 

“Shut the fuck up, shitty girl.” He responded, his voice staying even as he chewed his food. The electric blonde blinked, wondering why you got away with calling him a bitch but he couldn’t get away with saying that Bakugou’s hair was the same as Kirishima’s so if Kiri’s hair was shitty then so was his. 

“Yeah! Please Bakugou, the party will be fun!” Mina chimed in, laughing along with you as Bakugou grew annoyed, rolling his crimson orbs before letting out a breath.

“Tch whatever.” Bakugou remarked, everyone’s smiles widened knowing that that meant he would come. 

“Yay!” You happily cheered, patting Bakugou’s hair before you got up to throw your trash away. Once again, everyone was surprised that Bakugou had let you get away with that. Even Todoroki had seen the exchange, automatically thinking that you and Bakugou were in a secret relationship.

That was definitely not true however, the both of you liking someone else, though neither one of you corrected anyone when they shared the same thoughts as Todoroki because that meant something that neither of you were ready to do yet. 

Bakugou grew annoyed at the silence at the table, getting up with his own trash and walking over to the trash can after you. His eyes shifted over to his right, seeing the brown haired girl with big eyes secretly watching you walk by, though not stopping her conversation with Midoriya. 

“Oi Shitty Girl.” Bakugou said, catching you off guard and making you drop the spoon that was in your hand on the floor. You picked up the spoon, calming down before you looked over at the blonde. 

“Did you have to scare me like that Blasty?” You mumbled, putting your spoon in the wash pile. Bakugou simply smirked at you before his eyes shined and you knew he was about to tease you for something.

“Round Face was staring at your ass.” Bakugou told you after making sure that no one was within earshot. Sure he was an asshole, but he wouldn’t out you. You were caught off guard by how nonchalantly he had just said it, choking on the water you had just drank. 

Bakugou rolled his eyes at your antics, harshly patting your back as he grumbled about how annoying and stupid you were under his breath. “She what?” You questioned, your voice just above a whisper from having choked. “You’re lying.”

“Why would I fucking lie to you about that (y/n)? This is why you are a fucking shitty girl.”

“Fuck you too Katsuki.” You stated, but the growing smile on your face gave away your true emotions. “Did it look good?”

“What?” He looked at you questioningly.

“Did my ass look good?” You repeated, raising your eyebrows waiting for his response.

“I don’t fucking know.”

“Ok, Well then look now!” He looked at you as if you had three heads. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. “Come on Katsuki! It’s important please? I’d tell you if your ass looked good.” You countered.

“I already know my ass is the best.” He shot you a pride filled look as you scoffed. “Fine...it looks nice...I guess.” He added, running a hand through his hair. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? it looks nice I guess. Are you serious?” You scoffed as he did the bare minimum.

“What the fuck did you want me to say?!” He whisper yelled at you as his face scrunched up.

“I don’t know?! That it’s a great ass, that it’s godly, that my skirt looks fucking bomb?!” You whisper yelled back.

“Your fucking ass is godly...is that good enough?” He replied monotonously after your little rant.

“Could you try to sound more enthusiastic next time?” You rolled your (your eye color) eyes as you both decided to walk towards the classroom, needing to have a private conversation away from your friends.

“I’m sorry that I don’t find your ass appealing.” He shot back snottily as you rolled your eyes again with a laugh.

“That’s because the only ass you like is Kirishima’s.” You sang as he quickly slapped a hand over your mouth, shooting you a death glare.

“Could you say that any fucking louder?!” He asked, his eye twitching slightly as he looked around frantically, relaxing when he saw the hallway was clear. 

“Was I wrong?” You asked after licking his hand. 

“I mean...” Bakugou went silent, his cheeks flushing, “It’s a godly ass.”

“Oh my God, shut the fuck up!” You laughed, hitting him over the head as you walked the halls. “Back to business! You need to help me find a way to tell Ochako that I like her, and I’ll help you with Kiri.”

“I don’t need your fucking help.”

“Really? May I remind you that you aren’t necessarily the best when it comes to feelings.”

“Fine.” He finally gave in as you flashed a smile at him again and he scoffed, this time hitting your head. “What’s the plan so far?”

The two of you created a plan that would take place later that night at the party, while Denki, Sero, and Mina came up with a plan of their own to help Kirishima; and at the same time, Momo, Tsuyu, Hagakure, Mina and Midoriya came up with a plan to help Ochako. 

Mina had suggested Ochako ‘accidentally’ matching ugly Christmas sweaters. “What about you dress up as Santa! (y/n)’s sweater is Santa themed so you can match. She already told me about her sweater.”

“Ok.” Ochako agreed, thankful for her friends. She really wanted to confess her feelings for you, but she just didn’t know how.

“Ok! Let’s go shopping then!” Mina said happily, clapping her hands together with a large smile. 

“I heard shopping?” Momo questioned a smile growing on her own face as Ochako and the girls nodded. 

“Wait, Momo why can’t you just make it?”

“Because that’s cheating the system. I take pride in supporting the country’s economy, besides it would devalue the currency.” Momo replied as everyone looked at her blankly.

“That’s very commendable of you Yaoyoruzu!” Iida called out from where he had been walking in the hall as Momo smiled at him as everyone else laughed.

School had ended early that day as the students went to the dorm, setting up for the party they had been planning for for weeks. Denki and Sero were in charge of hanging decorations with Kirishima. Aoyama also helped with decorations, though he mainly just hung glittery paper cutouts around the room, also throwing glitter on the fake tree in the corner of the room. 

Sato, Shoji, and Tokoyami were on baking duty while Todoroki, Bakugou, and Midoriya made food, and for the first time Bakugou didn’t tell Midoriya to die, though the night was still young. 

Mineta had been kicked out from setting up, sent to his room by Iida, after he had tried to hang up scandalously clad women around the room. 

Jirou was on her computer adding to her Spotify playlist for the party. Ojiro and Hagakure were adding more decorations to the tree, Ojiro using his tail to get the star on the top. 

Mina was throwing fake snow on the ground, already having promised Aizawa that she would vacuum it up afterwards. Kouda had been trying to catch the rabbit that Denki had accidentally let out into the dorm common area, and Ochako was in her dorm room trying to figure out if she should wear makeup.

You were busy goofing off with Sero, Denki, and Kirishima, shooting Bakugou a discreet look every so often, usually wiggling your eyebrows and making lewd hand expressions while gesturing to Kirishima. The ash blonde would respond by shoot death glares at you or holding up the knife he was using. 

The set up was done for the most part, everyone heading off to get changed into attire that was more fit for a Christmas party. Though Kaminari and Sero hung back, hanging up two bundles of mistletoe at two different locations in the room, already trying to find a way to get Kirishima and Bakugou under one, before decided they too should change into their own Christmas sweaters.

You had decided to wear black jeans and a navy sweater with red and white trim and a large picture of Santa on the front with the words Ask Your Mom If I’m Real.

Everyone appeared some time later in the common room in different ugly Christmas sweaters, though Denki’s made you laugh as soon as you saw it. 

Denki had chosen a black sweater with green, red, and white trim. On the front was a large picture of Jesus holding a keg and a red solo cup with the words, Party Savior on it. 

Aoyama’s sweater was very Aoyama. He had chosen a black sweater with glittery sparkles throughout the fabric. A large picture of Santa riding a sparkling unicorn floating on a rainbow was on the front. 

Bakugou’s was very Bakugou with a picture of two snowmen battling it out to the death, one stabbing the other with a red and black candy cane. Kirishima’s had a picture of two snowmen hugging and drinking hot chocolate, so they had unknowingly matched. 

Your eyes grew wide when they landed on your crush’s outfit. She had dressed up as Santa Claus, though instead of the usual red suit it was a cute red dress with white fluffy trim all around it. 

The Bakusquad laughed loudly seeing that your sweater matched with Ochako’s outfit, Bakugou savoring the embarrassed expression on your face, his arm leaning against Kirishima’s shoulder without a thought. You wiggled your eyebrows at him as his face quickly flushed as he pulled his arm to his sides, Kirishima smiling widely at Bakugou. 

Your own eyes grew wide as Kirishima took a deep breath before quickly placing his hand into Bakugou’s squeezing it softly as Bakugou flushed and tightened the grip. He shot you a smug look mouthing the words, your turn.

You flipped him off before going to walk into the kitchen to grab a cookie that Bakugou had baked. On your way out of the kitchen Ochako had accidentally bumped into you, Bakugou loudly telling you both to stop.

“What?” You both questioned, following his gaze as he smugly smirked pointing up at the mistletoe hanging over the doorway. Your face immediately grew hot as you looked at the girl dressed up as Santa beside you.

“Do yo-”

“We don’t have to-” You both said at the same time, laughing awkwardly as you stepped closer towards her.

“Do you...do you mind if I-” She struggled to get out, her cheeks flushing an even darker red as her brown eyes searched your face for any sign that you weren’t interested in kissing her.

“You can.” You replied back softly.

“Can you two just fucking kiss already!” Bakugou called out as you quickly turned your head and flashed him your meanest glare.

“Will you shut the fuck up and le-” You started to say but Ochako grabbed your sweater and pulled you closer, your eyes going wide when you felt her soft lips on yours. You closed your eyes after a moment, kissing back before pulling back and biting your lip. She tasted like hot chocolate. A wide smile was on her face as she looked at your shyly.

Your friends were cheering for you in the background, but you didn’t really pay them any attention. “Can I...kiss you again?” You asked softly as she nodded and you kissed her again before the both of you pulled apart and took a seat together with your friends.

“Merry Christmas, (y/n).” She told you, putting her head on your shoulder as you smiled widely, your face growing hot again before you looked down at her.

“It is this year.” You replied back as you both laughed lightly, tuning back into the conversation to hear Kaminari and Sero confessing something.

“Well I mean, it hadn’t been intended for them, but that was cute as fuck. You might as well just call me the Love Expert.” Denki said. “It was originally for you two.” Denki pointed towards Bakugou and Kirishima who were currently sharing a blanket. 

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed before he handed his hot chocolate to Kirishima, jumping up and smacking Denki and Sero in the head. “You two are fucking stupid as hell!” Bakugou said before sitting back down. “You didn’t think I could handle it on my own? It was Ochako and (y/n) that needed more help!”

“Bakugou, you know-”

“Shut up Shitty Girl.” He narrowed his eyes at you warningly as you rolled your eyes deciding to let him live in denial for the time being as you enjoyed cuddling up to Ochako, excited to finally spend the holidays with someone other than yourself and shitty holiday movies. 

tags: I’m thinking of doing a tag list maybe...message me if you’re interested! <3

[xbladekitkat85]

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Where’s Morgan?  An Irondad Oneshot

To say that everyone was excited to go to Disneyland was an understatement. It was a very big understatement.

Tony had planned every detail of the trip, making sure that they had bought the right amount of the correct passes to get everyone in and the hotels reservation, and rental car.

When he had finalized the plans, he gathered everyone in the living room.

"Ok, what is this about?" Harley asked suspiciously. "Is this a set up to a prank?"

Tony gasped in indignation.

"Why would you ever say that? Would I really do that to you?"

"You've been acting weird." Peter pointed out. "You keep on minimizing the internet tabs every time we would enter your lab."

"That doesn't mean anything. I could be trying to find you all your Christmas presents early." Tony replied immediately.

"But since when do you shop for us on the Disneyland website?" Morgan asked slyly.

Then there was a moment of silence.

"WAIT, WE'RE GOING TO DISNEYLAND?!" The boys asked in disbelief.

Tony let out a laugh that only showed itself with his family.

"That's right. Oh, and I also invited Shuri because last time she was here in the states, she didn't get to go."

All of the kids smiled at each other in excitement.

"The fact that Shuri is coming too is amazing dad!" Harley said.

"This is going to be so fun. Oh I've been wanting to go to Batuu so bad!" Peter gushed.

"Make sure to buy me some shoes with inserts so I'm tall enough for all the rides, dad." Morgan said.

"Wait, when are we going?" Harley asked suddenly.

"Tomorrow. Mom already made a packing list of all the essential items we need to pack." Tony said with a thankful smile to Pepper. "You should be receiving the lists any second now."

Everyone's phones vibrated with the notification of a list. As soon as the kids felt it, they ran to their respective rooms to start packing.

*The next morning*

"All right, do we have everybody on the jet?" Tony asked.

Pepper looked around and thought for a moment.

"Okay, I'll give each of you a number and whenever we do a head count, when I say your number, wave or something. That way we know we're all here. Ok, Tony, you'll be 1, Rhodey, you'll be 2, Harley, 3, Shuri, 4, Peter, 5, and Morgan, you will be 6. Everybody got that?"

Everyone nodded.

"We'll try it a few times on the way so we can get the hang of it."

After a long flight, and a few practices of number counting, they arrived in Anaheim and made their way to Disney's Grand Californian Hotel and Spa. They checked in, unpacked ate dinner and went to bed early to get enough rest for the next day.

*7:00 the next morning*

"All right, everybody up!" Morgan sang as she jumped from bed to bed, effectively waking everyone in the room.

"My love language is quality time together, but not like this, Morguna." Tony groaned as he finally sat up.

Peter was the next to get up.

"Ok, we have to get dressed and get our phones ready to reserve our boarding groups for Rise of The Resistance! I already have the app ready to go!"

"Hold on kiddo, we need breakfast before we go. What do you all want?" Tony asked.

Everyone listed off what they wanted from the room service booklet and soon everyone had eaten and were ready to start the day at Disneyland.

"Ok, let's do our headcount before getting in line. to enter" Pepper called out.

"One."

Tony flashed a peace sign.

"Two."

Rhodey waved.

"Three."

Harley casually dabbed as he sneezed.

"Four."

"FRE SHA VACA DO!" Shuri said gleefully, making Peter and Harley laugh.

"Five."

"It is Wednesday my dudes." Peter began.

Then all the kids joined in, "uuuuuuuUUUUUUAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

"Kids, you can't do that kind of shit here." Tony interrupted. "Ok, six?"

"Watch yo profanity." Morgan said with a grin.

"We have taught her so well." Peter said, wiping away a fake tear.

"Well, we're all here, so lets go." Pepper said, beckoning everyone towards the gate.

As soon as the gates opened and everyone was inside, Peter reserved their boarding group for Rise of the Resistance.

"Sweet, we're boarding group 15, we can go on a couple of rides while we wait for our turn!" He exclaimed excitedly.

"All right, where do we find a map?" Pepper asked.

"We don't need one. I recruited someone to help us around the park." Tony said.

"Wait, who?" Harley asked.

"Well I did some research on who would be the best tour guide for our trip." Tony explained. "I had Fri do a background check before hiring her to help us. She's known for being a encyclopedia of knowledge on the parks and their history. She knows her stuff and was more than willing to help us. Also, she's the granddaughter of one of the original Imagineers, X Atencio, who did the script for the Haunted Mansion and Pirates of the Caribbean as well as the music that plays through both rides."

"So, a legacy of the Imagineers is going to show us around? How cool is that?" Peter asked.

"So when is she coming?" Shuri asked.

"I'm here already." A new voice said.

Everybody turned to look at the new person who had entered the group. It was a young woman who looked to be in her early twenties. She was dressed in the color scheme of Snow White's outfit but in the style of 1950's clothing. Her makeup was also reminiscent of the era of clothing she dressed in.

"Nice to meet you all in person!" She said with a smile. "The name's Sarah Atencio."

She shook everyone's hand and when she got to Morgan, she crouched down to her height so she was at eye level with the young girl.

"I like your outfit miss." Morgan said politely. "Is it supposed to look like Snow White?"

Sarah smiled at her question.

"It is indeed. The outfit I'm wearing is called a Disneybound. Do you know what that is?"

Morgan shook her head no, but still seemed to be interested in what it was.

"No, but it sounds cool." She replied.

"I can teach you all about it later while we wait in line. How does that sound?" She asked.

Morgan smiled shyly and nodded.

Sarah stood up straight and smoothed out her skirt.

"All right, let's get this trip started! Did anyone have a preference in where we go first?"

"Well, I know that Peter would be very interested to go to Batuu. I myself am curious to see what it looks like in person." Shuri piped up. "I also wanted to see the lightsabers they sell here and compare them to the ones I have at home."

"Are we all in agreement?" Sarah asked.

Everyone voiced their agreement or nodded their heads.

"All right, on to Batuu!" Sarah proclaimed.

*Time skip*

"Peter, since you wanted to go to Batuu, do you have your story planned out? Or are you going to improvise?" Sarah asked.

"I already have planned some aspects of my character but I'm still not sure about a couple of things. So I guess both?" He answered.

"Whoa, what do you mean, character? What story?" Harley asked.

Peter turned to look at Harley in disbelief.

"Do you not remember when we had this conversation?" He asked.

"No, why else would I ask?" Harley retorted.

"Ok, basically, Batuu is a trading post and a secret base for the Rebellion and the First Order is looking for them. Everybody who goes there has the possible chance of being stopped by Stormtroopers who are looking for Rebel spies. It's also possible to be stopped and interrogated by Kylo Ren. So if you wanted to be more immersed in the experience, you could come up with a backstory for why you are in Batuu and what side of the war you're on. As for my backstory, I'm a con artist born on Yavin-4 posing as a merchant looking for a place to trade my fake rare materials on the planet. I sell to the First Order and report to the Rebellion with what the First Order is interested in buying and how much of the item. But the thing is, my so called rare materials are so realistic looking, that they fool the First Order. What they are buying is useless and they won't know it until they try actually using it."

"That's more thought out than what I would come up with." Harley said. "I probably would have come up with some idiotic backstory like, 'Oh, I'm the secret child of Luke Skywalker and I have come to take down my cousin and his stupid army of bucket heads.' Something that wouldn't make sense."

"Well, I'll give you points for using SW slang." Peter remarked playfully.

"We're about to arrive at Rise of the Resistance since it is around the time your group should be called. Are we all here?"

"I'll check, we have a system." Pepper said. "One... Two... Three... Four... Five.... WHERE'S MORGAN?!"

Everyone in the group instantly looked around to see where she could have wandered off to.

"Oh no, Fri, please activate the 'Little Feetsies' protocol." Tony said tapping the side of his sun glasses.

"Activating 'Little Feetsies' protocol."She responded.

"Activating what now?" Harley asked.

Instantly, Tony could see the footprints of everyone in their group on the ground. The smallest pair of feet had diverted from the group way back towards the bazaar.

"Everyone follow me." Tony said.

"Is nobody else going to ask why there is a protocol with that name?" Harley asked as everyone else followed Tony.

Everyone in the group followed Tony as he walked the path of Morgan's shoe prints, making sure he didn't accidentally crash into a person in the process.

Eventually, Tony stopped and everyone saw why.

Morgan was standing with Kylo Ren and his Stormtroopers. And she was smiling as she talked with him.

"Well, I guess Morgan has connections to the First Order now." Shuri said, grinning at Peter, who looked slightly jealous. "How does your character feel after seeing a tiny 5 year old with the Supreme Leader wrapped around her little finger?"

Everyone laughed as they watched the duo, who seemed to be devising a way to end the Resistance once and for all.

"Ok, so that's a good way to help your troopers train and be better at ambushing the Resistance. And also try feeding them yummy food so they will be more hardworking. Give them something like, like.... Spaghetti! Or cheeseburgers!" Morgan told the tall and scary looking man.

"The First Order thanks you for your information and loyalty. You will be rewarded." One of the Stormtroopers told her.

"If only my military strategists had ideas as well thought out as yours." Kylo Ren said with interest. "How would you like to become my apprentice? Learn how to fight properly?"

Peter chose that moment to run to Morgan and scoop her up, making her squeal in surprise.

"AIIIIE, Peter, don't do that!" She giggled.

"I'm so sorry if she was bothering you Supreme Leader, she tends to run off and show off her intellect whenever she gets the chance to." Peter said with more confidence than he felt.

"I had hoped that she would become my apprentice. I could train her well, she would live a successful life as my right hand."

Peter laughed a bit nervously before replying.

"She's a bit too young right now. Maybe when she's at least 16 I would let her decide if she still wants to or not."

"How unfortunate. I insist you reconsider." The deep voice of Kylo Ren replied.

"I apologize Supreme Leader, but I must decline. Well, we have somewhere to be very soon, so I believe this is farewell for now."

Peter carried Morgan back to the rest of the group and Morgan waved goodbye to Kylo Ren.

“Morguna, why did you run off without telling us?” Tony asked the young girl.

“We were worried you might have gotten lost, honey.” Pepper added.

“I’m sorry mommy, Kylo Ren asked me to be his right hand!" Morgan said, right off the bat.

Pepper's facial expression was a mix of horrified amusement and Tony was trying very hard not to laugh. Shuri and Harley looked very proud of Morgan for charming Kylo Ren himself. Sarah was just laughing at the whole situation.

"And I told her no, because she is too young." Peter interjected "Besides, you are supposed to be with the Resistance Morgs, what happened to that?"

"She double crossed you is what happened."Harley replied "Betrayed her own brother, who is supposed to be a con artist."

Everyone burst out laughing at that comment and after it died down, they all went to Rise of the Resistance.

NOTE: This is my first fic on Tumblr, and I think I might do more? It depends on if I have time to write, hahaha! Also if you have seen this on Wattpad, don’t panic, this is the same person who has it on there, I am not stealing someone else’s work. I am taking my own writing and putting it on Tumblr. Also, I know that Disneyland is literally on the opposite side of the country for them, but for the sake of me never having gone to Disney World, I used Disneyland instead. Because I know nothing about the parks layout in Florida.

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Here’s a little short I did for @uppastthejelliclemoon’s human AU! I’ve already shared this with you all but I’m sharing it again @queencurlycrown @kineticjellyfish @terpsichorian so enjoy XD

Summary- Sek took a deep breath as she peeked through the curtain, the theater was packed with no empty seat to be found, the knowledge made her stomach twist. Could she really do this? What if she failed? What if she got hurt? What if-

Or the short where Sek has her first big Dance competition with big things at stake and her nerves are trying to get the best of her.

Beautiful Ghosts

It was just past sunset in London, people were returning home from work and school. The restaurants lining the streets were populated by couples and families but no place was more populated at that moment than The Egyptian. The theater looked right out of an old photograph in full color, the lights were shining bright, the gold trimmed details glimmering softly under the lights, the sidewalk of stars were roped off for the night but they still drew attention from passers by, the large marquee sign that wrapped around the building boldly proclaimed ‘Regional Dance Competition Tonight!’ and beside it in bold red letters ‘SOLD OUT!’.

Inside the grand theater people filled the seats in their best attire, men in finely tailored suits, women dripping with diamonds and pearls in breathtaking dresses. The front most rows were saved for other dancers competing and the section of seats behind them for families and coaches, the rest of the seats in the large building were for ticket holders, people who liked to come and watch the dancing, but one special roped off section in the highest balcony with the best view of the stage was for the important people of the night, the ones that could make or break many of the competitor’s dreams, the scouts from many prestigious dancing schools all over the globe.

Backstage Sekhmet took a deep breath as she peeked through the curtain, the theater was packed with no empty seat to be found and the knowledge made her stomach twist. Could she really do this? What if she failed? What if she got hurt? What if-

“Sek?”

The girl jumped suddenly hearing a voice behind her making her drop the curtain and turn around ready to explain herself, but her fear soon melted away seeing her papa standing behind her looking worried as she felt. Letting out a small breath she offered a sheepish smile.

“Sorry Papa, I heard some of the girls say it was a full house and I just wanted to see.”

Mistoffelees returned the smile going to his oldest daughter and carefully wrapping an arm around her shoulders, being sure not to accidentally ruffle her dance costume or smudge her makeup.

“Feeling nervous?”

Sek nodded making Misto squeeze her shoulders before leading her away from the stage, it was intermission so they still had plenty of time before the contest started again and Sek still had three dancers ahead of her before she had to go on the stage. He led her over to the stretching area and carefully picked up her pointe shoes, he held them in his hands for a moment with a soft smile as he ran his finger over the silky royal purple material. He could still remember when he and Tugger had first given these shoes to Sek, right after she’d won her first dance competition two years ago. How time seemed to fly.

He held out the shoes to Sek and she took them with a thankful smile before he grabbed a spare black pair and began slipping them on.

“Let’s get some of those nerves out and make sure you’re all stretched.”

Sek nodded and put her shoes on before taking her place. With a deep calming breath she let herself fall easily into stretching with Misto carefully guiding her and making sure her feet were pointed right and that she didn’t fall over. They didn’t speak, they didn’t need to, Misto knew exactly how nervous his oldest daughter was and he knew excessive talking and consoling wouldn’t help and so he distracted and helped her prepare instead, Sek was grateful. After the stretching routine was done Sek gave a smile to her papa earning one in return.

“Feeling better?”

She nodded.

“A little, I’m still scared but I can do this.”

Misto smiles softly with a nod.

“That’s my girl.”

Sek wanted so badly to hug him but she didn’t get the chance before a young woman with brown hair and black framed glasses, Emily if Sek remembered right, softly cleared her throat holding a clipboard in one hand while the other covered the microphone part of her headset.

“Miss Deuteronomy-Jones, you’re on next. One of the girls from the other school was disqualified for getting into an altercation with another dancer, so you are moving up. I’ve already notified the DJ and he has your music ready.”

Sek swallowed thickly, looking at Misto slightly panicked but the dark haired man just gave her a reassuring smile before nodding to Emily.

“Thank you for letting us know, she’ll be ready.”

Emily gave a bright smile before leaving with a nod. As soon as they were alone again Sek felt her stomach twist hard as she looked at her papa.

“I-I don’t think I can do this Papa, I’m scared. What if I forget a step or I get stage fright or I get hurt?!”

Misto shook his head taking his daughter’s hands meeting her teary eyes.

“Hey listen to me, take a deep breath,”

He took a deep breath through his nose and slowly let it out.

“Smell the flowers, blow out the candles.”

He did it again and this time Sek copied him taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out. Misto gently squeezed her hands.

“There we go. Now Sek it’s okay to be scared, I was terrified before my big show, but you know what? As soon as that music starts all you have to do is tune out the people watching, forget about them, every last one okay? It’s just you, the music and the stage. Imagine you’re at the dance studio, it’s just you practicing your dance for your dad and I and your siblings. If you make a mistake oh well it happens, you're still an amazing dancer and we all still love you no matter what happens.”

Sek felt more tears well up, happy ones this time as she nodded and finally let Misto pull her into a tight hug. He held her for a long moment before pulling back enough to kiss her forehead.

“Alright, now let's go show them why they shouldn’t mess with a Jellicle shall we?”

Sek chuckled a little and nodded. Together they made their way to the side of the stage Sek would enter from, Emily was waiting with a kind smile. Sek looked at the dancer currently on stage, Sek recognized her from the last regional competition. She was about Sek’s age, maybe a little younger, her skin was white as snow, her hair was red as a flame and just as wild with its curls that were neatly pinned up with peal ended pins, she wore a simple grass green costume, the sheer sleeves had dark green vines of ivy curling down them to her wrists, the tulle skirt was the same color as the slip layered with darker greens and a few golden leaves scattered about, but the pointe shoes on her feet looked out of place with the outfit, they were white and worn, the ribbons slipping down her legs and the shoes scuffed. Sek felt a pang of sympathy for the other girl, she was going to get points deducted for that, because her outfit didn’t flow well and because her shoes looked rough.

Sek was pulled from her thoughts when the music ended and the redhead stood center stage breathing hard but smiling at the clapping crowd until the curtain was drawn allowing her to relax and exit the stage. As she did she passed Sek and gave her a playful teasing look.

“Break a leg out there Jones.”

Sek knee of course it was how to say ‘good luck’ in the performing business but the knowledge that this was the same kind of dance contest her papa had been competing in and had gotten hurt in made the saying sound so terrifying. Misto sensed his daughter’s unease and took her hand gently squeezing it.

“You’ve got this Sek, remember imagine you’re at the studio with me and your siblings, just practicing and playing around. I believe in you.”

Sek took a few deep breathes to calm herself again before kissing her papa’s cheek then among her way to center stage. She closed her eyes slowly tuning out the sound of the crowd settling on the other side of the curtain, she blocked out the bright lights and focused on her breathing as it evened out and her heart rate lowered to normal.

The curtain opened revealing a dark stage to the audience, the room was silent and for a moment people began to worry the music wasn’t working until the air filled with a song, Sek’s personally chosen song Beautiful Ghosts, and small pinhole lights began to fill the dark stage.

As the soft singing began a soft spot light shined on Sek illuminating her like the pale moon glowing outside. Her costume fit perfectly with the setting of the stage, the long dusty lavender sleeves hugged her arms elegantly with the black floral patterns catching the light with the slight sheen they held, her skirt was the same dusty lavender layered with black, white and royal purple tulle, her shoes had been cleaned and carefully maintained for this very moment. As the song played Sek let her body follow the moves it knew so well while her mind focused on the music, blocking out all thoughts of the audience, of the judges, of the scouts, right now there was just her and her memories.

Visions of her mother dancing with her around their small apartment singing movie songs and laughing the sweet laugh Sek missed so much even years later. Of her and her brother sitting close to their mother looking down at a newborn Persephone and the bright loving smile on her mother’s face as she held all three of them. Of the day her uncles had shown up at the rundown apartment and taken them away from the place that had once been home before their mother died. Of the day they sat on the hard benches of the courtroom watching as their father seemed like he’d rather be anywhere else as Tugger and Misto made every effort to take them in despite knowing next to nothing about them.

As the song began to wind down the last memories to begin playing in her mind were all of being with her family, spending time at the studio with Misto and her siblings, family events with the whole clan, silly moments with Tugger, long nights practicing with Misto, silly adventures with Bomba, happy pictures and moments listening to her grandfather and Gus tell stories and playfully arguing about their theater days….all the things that brought her to where she was at this exact moment and all the things she’d never ever change no matter how painful.

As the last note of the song played Sek finished her last turn and faced the audience slowly opening her eyes, she was crying and it took a moment for the sound to come back to her ears but when it did it was an uproar of applause and as her eyes focused she could see the entire theater was standing and clapping. She started to feel overwhelmed but she quickly found Tugger in the crowd and she couldn’t help but smile seeing the proud look on his face along with those of her aunt Victoria and a few of her siblings before the curtain closed.

As the curtain closed and Sek made her way to Misto, who was trying to dry his own eyes and sporting a huge proud smile, he pulled her into a tight hug.

“You did so well Sek, so amazingly well.”

Sek could only smile into his shoulder closing her eyes as he held her together while her heart rate lowered. As the theater beyond the curtain slowly returned to calm and quiet no one noticed a singular figure slipping out of her seat and walking to the exit of the theater, pausing only a moment to look back at the stage, then down a few rows where Tugger was happily talking with Victoria while holding Persephone in his lap, before the figure slipped out of the theater seemingly unseen.

[ai-katsuu]

Wonderland Ball (2/4)

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featuring several characters from other fairy tales!!

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The door opened to a maid with a curious face on, “Is everything alright..oh! Miss Audrey, Where did everyone go? I heard something and everything started shaking.” 

“Isabella,” she said, “Um...yeah. Everyone just left.” 

“Pardon?” she asked, still confused. 

Audrey shook her hand, “Nevermind that, we’re spending Christmas Eve without them. So what should we do?” 

Deciding not to press on the matter Isabella asked, “This is your first Christmas here in Golden Goose is it not? Last year you all traveled.” 

Audrey nodded, “What do you guys usually do around here?” 

Isabella smiled “There’s a lovely festival organized by the townspeople! Food as a far as the eye can see, music, children getting presents, colorful lights and trees to decorate...oh my lady, you really must see it, it’s wonderful!”

Audrey thought for a bit before nodding, “That sounds amazing, Isabella. How about a change of location?”

Meanwhile on the far end of the Island the group had resurfaced to a large room. As the purple smoke cleared the group were in their original positions, just in a different setting. 

“Were we just transported here?” Merlin looked around. “Is everyone alright?” 

“Yeah,” Goldie said, fingers on her temples, “Just a little hazy..” 

“This interior looks like the Wonderland Palace.” Gretel said looking around 

“So the cat really did bring us all here.” Arthur said. 

“All our stuff seems to be here too.” Kio walked around. 

“Wait, where’s Audrey?” Jack looked around. The group indeed saw that all of them were here except for her. 

“Do you think she got left behind?” Gwen looked left and right. 

“That Cat was very particular in singling her out when he was greeting all of us.” Pino thought, “Do you think he left her behind on purpose?” 

Jack frowned at that response, to which Pino raised both his hands “I’m just saying that’s a possibility.” 

“The doors are locked too.” Briar shook the handles. 

“You must first change to your proper attire!” 

“Eep!”

Briar jumped back as soon as she saw a little white mouse appear from the keyhole. “Hurry! Quickly! Hastily! The ball is soon! Please change to your highness’ formal attire!” As soon as the mouse had left, thirteen closet doors had opened with their old gowns and uniforms that represented their Kingdom. They always had to wear those whenever there was an audience or social obligations. 

“Uh oh..” Peter frowned at his uniform. 

It took a bit but they were all able to fit in their outfits. The triplets had matching blue, yellow, and brown uniforms, as did Hans and Gretel with their green, yellow, and brown colors. Merlin’s donned blue as well as a red sash. Snow had blue, yellow, and red. Jack had blue, purple and brown. Arthur had red and orange, Goldie had blue white and yellow, and Peter’s was green and brown. Briar Rose’s dress was interesting as it often changed between pink and blue, depending on how you looked at it. 

“Wow, you look like Mama.” Hans looked at Gretel. She looked at him for a bit before looking at herself in the mirror, twirling occasionally, 

“Thanks, you look nothing like Papa.” 

Hans playfully rolled his eyes as she laughed. On the other end of the room stood Goldie helping Peter with his cuffs. “I don’t understand, what’s not to like? I love my dress, always have.” she said.

“Makes me feel stiff,” Peter told her. 

Jack usually looked for any excuse to bring out his uniform, but he wasn’t feeling it very much around this time. And the others could tell once they started making their way to the ballroom and he didn’t gawk at the jewels and roses they had on display.

An uptight looking man donned with a white suit stood beside them as a pair of twins held their hands on the knobs of the double doors. “Ah, finally! You know just because you’re the Island’s greatest heroes, that does not mean you get to be late! Time is of the essence!” the man scolded them. He took out a pocket watch and wiped his forehead, “You just barely made it..” he muttered.

“Get ready,” he quickly made his way to the door as one of the twins opened it for him. The F7 heard his loud voice through the doors.

“Here ye, here ye!” 

“Told him his voice was too loud.” one of the twins holding the door handles said.

“Honestly, never listens.” The other responded. 

The man's voice continued, “Announcing the arrival of Fairy Tale Island’s greatest and bravest heroes. Who suddenly disappeared but have now resurfaced. The princes who heroically protect this land from danger with their strength, prestigious backgrounds, and talents. The princes’ we have all been awaiting, The Fearless Seven!”

“Let’s go, boys.” Merlin told them.

The twins had opened the door on cue, and as if they were used to this, the F7 had walked in the ballroom with an overwhelming amount of presence. Their perfect formation and aura as a group lived up to their reputation. And the fact that they have been gone for years only made their entrance bigger, as this was their first formal reappearance.

“Prince Arthur, Prince Hansel, Prince Kio, Prince Noki, Prince Pino, Prince Jack, and their leader, Prince Merlin!”

 Familiar faces to them were around the room, faces they had only seen occasionally but knew each other from previous balls. Faces that were now in awe, some princes and princesses looking at them with lovestruck gazes, some that were much too happy with their reappearance, and others who couldn’t believe they were in the same room as them. 

And although they knew better now, they would be lying if they said they didn’t miss this just a little bit. 

Once they had reached the altar, they knelt on one knee, put their right hand on their chests, and bowed their heads in perfect synchronization to the woman sitting on the throne. 

“Queen Alice, it is an honor to be here. You have my gratitude for extending the invitation to us.” Merlin said with his head down.

Her Majesty warmly smiled, “Nonsense, it is my honor to have you here at my party. I’m glad Cheshire convinced you all to be here, I wasn’t sure if he’d be successful!” she lightly laughed. To her right was the gentleman Chesire Cat who only grinned at her, and to her left was the person who everyone knew to be the Mad Hatter, who rolled his eyes at the man. “Please, raise your heads.” Alice told them. 

They did as she said and stood up from her throne. “Everyone! Please join me in giving a warm round of applause to our Island’s greatest heroes. The Fearless Seven!” 

After the formalities were over, the F7 had made their way back to their friends. “Wow, some introduction they gave you guys.” Gretel rolled her eyes. 

“Oh don’t be jealous, Gret.” Hans handed her a drink.

“I’m not jealous.” she frowned at him.

“She is, she looks at me the same way whenever I finish repairing something faster than her.” Pino laughed.

“Gretel? I’ve missed you!” a woman with the longest braid they had seen walked up to them. 

“Rapunzel? Wow, it’s been so long.” Gretel greeted her former neighbor. 

“Aw Hans look at you!” Rapunzel cooed at the ginger haired boy who sheepishly rubbed the back of his hair, “You’re so big now! I remember when me and your sister used to dress you up in my old clothes when you were a baby. We used to put all sorts of accessories on him,” she then suddenly remembered, “We called him Princess Hannah!” 

Gretel gasped and grinned at her brother, “Oh my god, Princess Hannah. I forgot about that!” Hans’ smile had only morphed in disapproval when he heard the name. Briar Rose listened in to the conversation, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“Wait is this why I get scared when I smell freshly made leather bracelets? And why I hate the sounds of corsets? Gretel that caused me trauma.” he told her.

She scoffed, “Yeah, you're the one who has PTSD between the both of us.” to which Hans frowned at, “Kidding, kidding,” she told him, “So are you here with anyone Raps?” 

“Yeah, my cousins are here. The Snow Queen and her sister.” she gestured to the other side of the room.

“Look at all the royalty here,” Jack said in awe, “I almost forgot what it feels like.” 

Arthur took a sip of the champagne, “Ten o’clock. Snow Queen is approaching you.” 

“Hm?” 

Jack looked towards the woman with the white gown who curtsied in front of him, “Prince Jack, a pleasure to see you.” 

Jack returned the gesture by kissing her hand, “Your Majesty, I am honored by your presence.” 

She smiled and averted her gaze slightly, “Forgive me for being so blunt, but I want to ask, have you met a man that goes by Jack Frost?”

Jack humored her by rolling his eyes, “I want to tell you I haven’t, Your Majesty. Unfortunately the opposite is true.” 

The Snow Queen let out a giggle as her eyes began to quite literally sparkle with tiny snowflakes, “Do you see him often? What is he like? Oh! Does he do that thing where he balances on his staff then pretends to fall, only to surprise you from behind?” 

“I would be mortified if he ever did that to me. Do you know him?” he asked her.

“A little,” she bashfully tucked her long white hair behind her ear. It was a sight for Jack and Arthur as they had always expected the Snow Queen to be serious and formal. “He comes by my castle sometimes, and oh, we have the loveliest conversations but they’re always cut so short.” 

“If I may be so bold, Your Majesty, I’d say you fancy the lad.” Arthur smiled. 

“Fancy? Me?” At Arthur’s suggestion she laughed and accidentally froze his drink with her hands, “Oh, sorry. But I don’t know what you're talking about, Prince Arthur. What a silly imagination you have. Excuse me.” she bowed smiling. But not soon before she mumbled to Jack, “Please mention me next time? Thank you, Your Highness.” and she ran off to her sister.

“I wanted to tell her ‘run away’.” Jack sipped his drink. 

“Arthur!” Merlin called out from behind, “You remember these buffoons don’t you?”

“Shut it, Merlin. I’ll throw you off the balcony again.” Edmund laughed as he gently pushed the wizard. 

“Arthur! You’ve gained weight!” Peter punched his chest, “Oof, nevermind.” 

Arthur laughed and pulled him in for hugs, “Oh I’ve missed you jackasses too.”  

“Hello, Prince Arthur,” two ladies stood beside Merlin. 

Susan smiled, “You and Merlin are still getting along well, I’m glad.” 

“We caught up with Gwen earlier, I’m so happy for you two!” Lucy beamed.

“Ah, meeting the two fairest ladies in all of Narnia, and now their brave and heroic sisters Susan and Lucy. Seeing all four of you brings tears to my eyes.” Arthur dramatically said, followed up by an angry Peter and Edmund trying to bring him down. 

“Well look at that. I’m not surprised to see Arthur being beaten up by a bunch of princes at a ball.” Goldie noted. 

Peter Pan laughed, “I’ll say, it wouldn’t be a shock if he got kicked out early by destroying Queen Alice’s tea set.” 

The triplets let out a loud laughter and spilled their drinks on the carpeted floor. 

“Boys, I am quite disappointed.”

The familiar voice that reached the triplets' ears immediately made them stand up straight as they quickly removed their hats. 

“Honestly, making a scene like that. Your father was right to send me here.” a man in a black coat and blue top hat held his head high as he examined the boys one by one. “Good posture, clear skin...oh your hair is a mess, Kio.” he rubbed Kio’s blind hair with his hands. “Mind your manners, boys.” 

“Yes, Jiminy...” they let out a dragged response to which Jiminy eyed them and they said a clearer response, “Yes, Jiminy, sir.”

“Good, I suppose these are your beloveds, Noki and Kio.” he looked at the pair, “Princess Goldilocks and Peter Pan.” 

“Oh thank god you got my name right.” Peter sighed in relief.

“I hope my boys have been treating you well. I did not raise them to act otherwise. Thank you for blessing them with your affections” 

Noki and Kio flushed a bright red when they heard that, “C’mon, Jiminy. Stop that, nobody says that anymore!” Noki frowned at him. 

“Afraid I’m embarrassing you in front of your girlfriend, Noki?” he raised his eyebrows and proceeded to whisper to Goldie, “When he was younger he had problems wetting the bed at night. Use that information however you please.” to which she let out a laugh. 

“Oh I will definitely use that as ammunition.” she told him. 

“Have you met Gretel, Jiminy?” Pino asked. 

“Oh, red hair, glasses? I met her earlier along with Princess Snow White. Lovely woman, polite manners, well done.” Jiminy responded, “If I’m not mistaken that's her and Princess Rapunzel chasing Prince Hansel, am I right?” 

Pino raised eyebrows before putting his hat back on, “Should probably see what that's about…” and ran off.   

[primsgirl89]

More Than Blood 1: A New Life

This is a Harry Potter and Danny Phantom Crossover. A shout out to @alwaysnumberonetruth for helping out with some minor details. 

Snow fell around his body; his body slowly bleeding out. Green mixed with red; or was it red mixing with green? He doesn't know, all he knew was that the rest of his half-life was slowly draining away from his body. Beside him, the boy saw his team- made up of his best friends and sister were on his left. He knew they were freaking out on what to do, but there was nothing that they could do; it was his time to leave this world. He was okay with that; he felt his time here was no longer needed, now there was a group of skilled and knowledgeable ghosthunters. If he was able to turn his head to the right without pain consuming his mind; he would be able to see his clone made cousin.

She was his favorite person by far in this world. He loved all of his friends and family, but something about Danielle made him feel whole and complete. He wondered if she felt the same about him.

His cousin looked exactly like him; despite her being a girl. She had his messy raven black hair that never seemed to want to be tamed, she often had her hair in a high ponytail- with her bangs hanging in her face. Her bangs often hid one of her icy blue eyes, always the left eye. Even her ghost form matched his own, only their outfits were different. In their ghost form, their hair would change from pitch black to snow white as their eyes went from an icy blue to being a radioactive green.

Danny knew he wasn't going to make it; not with the fatal wound that he had gained from his parents. They found his ghost half flying by the high school and took a shot with a ray that had blood blossoms mixed in with their usual ecto-rays. He wasn't the only one though, Danielle- his cousin- had also been hit by the very same blast as it went through his body. Now, here he laid in the cold snow mixed with his and Danielle's blood. Had there not been blood blossoms they probably would have been able to live, but it wasn't the case here. They had just come back from fighting with Pariah Dark- sealing him away in a new coffin that Clockwork had made for Pariah specifically- and throwing him into the edge of time.

"Danny," a blur shouted at him, "Danielle. Don't you dare die on us now!"

What he wouldn't give to listen to that order, but he had a feeling that it wouldn't be fulfilled. His body was beginning to feel much lighter than normal; almost as if he was about ready to fly. That familiar sensation he gets when he is just about to release himself from the ground and gravity.

"Kids," he heard a firm voice call out to them, "get away from those ghost scum."

"No," another voice shouted, "don't you dare close your eyes!"

Were they not listening to the adults? The adults were calling out to them with anger and hatred as they tried to get the group of teenagers to leave Danny and Danielle.

"They are loosing too much blood!"

"Blood?"

"Ghosts don't have blood."

"What do we do?"

"Keep them from closing their eyes."

Was he closing his eyes? He couldn't tell. Maybe they were talking about Danielle? Suddenly, a weight lifted from where the pain was- flowing through the rest of his body. He felt nothing, yet he felt every pain that he had ever felt in his life. Screams ripped from his lips; beside him, he knew that his cousin was going through the same as he was if her screams were anything to go by. As soon as the feeling began did it leave.

A flash of swirling green appeared around him. His body felt as if it was becoming smaller and weaker- beside him he saw that Danielle was de-aging into a baby. Was that what was happening to him?

                                    Everything is as it should.

When Danny looked around himself, he saw that he and Danielle were in a black room. Or that was what he thought. The space they were in was swelteringly hot, it was close to being unbearable, but he couldn't do much other than letting out a few pathetic whimpering cries, soon being echoed by Danielle. A light then poured inside of whatever it was that they were in; causing him to cry out in pain at the harsh light that met his eyes. After his eyes adjusted to the light the faces he saw looked down at them surprised to see the two of them. The man had untidy black hair, behind those round glasses were hazel eyes and a bit of a five o'clock shadow. The woman had light skin, thick, dark auburn hair that fell to her shoulders; and almond-shaped, bright green eyes.

"James?" The woman was trying to see what was inside what the man was looking into. She seemed to be worried.

"Babies," was what the dark-haired man whispered to the woman.

"Well," the woman rushed to the box that the babies were inside of, "bring the dears in. We don't want them to get a heatstroke out here."

James did as his wife told him wondering why there was a box with two small babies inside them on such a bright and hot day. Maybe the letter that was bundled around the smaller one would give him and Lily a clue as to what had happened. Why these children were on his doorstep; inside a box no less. James grabbed the envelope that was on the light purple blanket that was underneath the babies.

                                    To whoever is reading this,

Hello, I am Elizabeth Fenton, but I am more commonly known as Lizzy- the muggle mother of the babies. If you are receiving this letter then it would mean I am dead. I bet you're wondering how I know this. Truth is, it would either have to do with my husband or the townspeople- for giving birth to 'devils'.

I am so sorry to drop my babies off on you as I had, but I cannot care for these children.

Now that you know the truth, I will explain why I dropped Danielle and Daniel with you. Daniel James Fenton is the oldest of the twins, as his sister Danielle Lily Fenton. By the way, their birthday is on July fifth. When they turn eleven in nine years they should be getting a letter from Hogwarts- or so I was told. They are magical, but there is a small problem I seem to have with them, they seem to be able to go through walls; fly, and disappear.

Honestly, they kind of remind me of the ghosts' here where I live. Now that I think about it, maybe that's why they call my kids devils'- their powers reminding them of the ghosts' in the town. I hope it is normal for magical babies to have those powers. I wouldn't know and my friend said they couldn't say anything to me because I wasn't an immediate family member.

Anyway, why I gave them to you. You see, their father would kill them because he knows nothing of the magic world- I don't either but that is beside the point. I have a feeling that if I kept my children they would end up dead- I would have handed him to the authorities, but he is a police officer in my town. It wouldn't work out in my favor. Plus, he has the entire village on his side, so I rather not take my chances. My friend- who had helped me learn how to raise the babies, she knows what they are and promised me to take them to a safe place- she knows who you are and where you live, I told her that she should take them to you. If I was still alive I would be with them as soon as I could- I would have divorced my husband and left this retched town. If I was dead, I told her to place the letter in the bag and leave.

Whether or not she stayed was up to her.

I'm sorry for the short notice as well as the trouble I have given to you. Please make sure they know I love them and I will never forget them.

With hope,

Lizzy.

James had so many questions that he wished he could get answered, but sadly he wouldn't be able to attain those answers. Despite not having much information, James knew he wouldn't turn these kids away from him.

Lily and James spent the next two months becoming more used to being parents to three children- who were all magical. They got used to Daniel and Danielle's extra powers- thought they did send letters to their old Headmaster to keep him informed of the happenings of their niece and nephew, Dumbledore was very much intrigued and had asked to meet them.

When he met Danny and Danielle- they were just learning how to walk. Danielle had often been a faster learner than her brother, but Danny made up for it by learning how to speak first. On this day, Danny had frozen Dumbledore's wand on accident, and when the adults tried to figure out how to melt the ice, but they soon learned the ice wasn't going to be going anywhere. It wasn't until Danielle had sat on the older wizards lap and began to play with the wand that the ice melted.

Danielle had sneezed and let a small fire catch on the Edler wand- the fire stayed on the ice. Dumbledore almost put the fire out until he noticed the ice was beginning to melt.

"Interesting," Dumbledore breathed in amazement. His blue eyes sparkled as he picked up the twins with a levitation spell. "They are a rare being, indeed."

"Do you know what they are," Lily asked with a small frown. "As you've read in our letters, they have more powers other than accidental magic."

Dumbledore shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry, Missis Potter, but I am just as clueless as you are."Lily smiled sadly, but they went back to watching as the children played for a while longer.

Within the next month, Lily and James had died by the hands of a very evil wizard; Lord Voldemort didn't care who he had to eliminate to get what he wanted. What Voldemort wanted more than anything was to live forever and to have all humans and mudblood's to die. They didn't belong in his world. Luckily, when he tried to kill all three toddlers- after he had killed that filthy mudblood, of course- his death curse had rebounded off of each of the children and ended him.

A scar was placed on each of the toddlers. They all had a lightning bolt on their foreheads. Harry's was normal compared to the glowing green scars on Danny and Danielle, but he was the only one who was able to see the difference in color. It was then Harry spent the next nine years with the Dursley's in a small town known as Little Whinging. Danny and Danielle had been sent to live with the Weasley's in the burrow.

While Harry was living there, he was placed in the closet under the staircase.

"You make a mess, you clean it," Petunia hissed when he reached five-years-old. She stopped paying for a babysitter to watch when Harry had turned five.

Danny and Danielle learned all they could about the magic world, Danny would even send Harry letter's to inform him of what he learned as well. Molly Weasley- their adopted mother- had a cloaking spell on the paper so only Harry could see the real letter as well as sending a pre-cloaked paper for him to use. He enjoyed helping Harry learn about the wizarding world, it felt as if he was helping Harry in more ways then one.

When they all turned eleven they received a letter to go to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Molly- who had two separate keys for a volt for the two and a letter- walked off to bring her kids as well as Danny and Danielle to Diagon Alley.

                                           Danny and Danielle,

I know you don't know who I am, but my name is Charles Work. I am your Uncle. I have kept a close watch on you and I am happy to see you have been put with the Weasley's. This volt has more money than necessary, so don't worry about having to take too much.

From what I have seen, you will ignore my statement so if you feel it is necessary then you may replace what you take if you get a job.

                                         Good luck at Hogwart.

                                                 ~CW~

"We'll pay for everything, Missus Weasley," Danielle said as she saw just how much money was in their volt. "I am sure our uncle wouldn't mind." Molly had been happy to hear these words, but she refused it. "How about we pay for the wands at least?"

So they did, Ron was happy to have received a new wand from Ollivander's instead of having to use his older brother's. It was fourteen inches, willow, containing one unicorn tail-hair. When Olivander had Danny and Danielle try for theirs, it was such a challenge to find the right wands for them that it took an hour at most to find the right wands- but they did in the very end. Danny had gotten Pheonix feather, yew wood, and was twelve and a half inches- it was very flexible. Danielle's was made of thestral hair, vine wood, it was thirteen inches in length- very springy.

When they had been sorted, Danielle had been sorted into Ravenclaw as Danny had been sorted into Slytherin. Danny hadn't been amused by how everyone in the other houses would treat him. Though, despite not being in the same house Danny got along with Harry and his friends and kept his close bond with Danielle.

The first three years at Hogwarts Danny and Danielle hadn't interacted much with the other students outside of Ron, Harry, and Hermione. Though, that hadn't meant that they didn't help Harry with his crazy adventures having to deal with Voldemort. First, with the sorcerers stone, then with the diary that was controlling Ginny. Not to mention that the spirits that reside in Hogwarts seem to know Danny and Danielle- calling them both the Bane of Pariah. By the time their third year came around a man, by the name of Sirius Black, had escaped from Azkaban. Harry thought that the man had come to finish him off, but really the man was framed for a crime he hadn't committed. That same year was the year of the Tri-Wizard Tortiment where Hogwarts was the host for that year. Voldemort had also been resurrected after he had killed one of Hogwarts students in front of Harry.  

Now Danny wonders what else there was that Hogwarts had for him and Danielle.

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs “Friendship Bracelet.”

So this next story is based requests I have been getting frequently. Know that this is a rather large topic, so I may do similar prompts in the future.

Please keep sending me your ideas, comments, thoughts, and questions. I love seeing any and all of the above. 

It takes almost 25 years for human offspring to reach full cortical maturity.

The average human can weight anywhere between 90 and 300 pounds with outliers dipping down to 70 pounds and reaching up to 700+.

Human skin color ranges on a scale of mostly brows and creams with translucent white at one end and ebony black at the other end. Heights can be anywhere from 4.5 to 7 feet on extreme ends of the spectrum.

Human hair is likewise set out on a spectrum of blond to black or, rarely, auburn, red or strawberry blonde.

Due to the nature of the human physiological structure, their infants are born surprisingly underdeveloped. To keep these infants alive, the humans create pack structures known as families. The classic nuclear family usually includes two parents and anywhere from 1- 20 children (in extreme cases) the parents are in charge of taking care of the offspring until a predetermined age when the offspring is expected to take care of themselves.

A human child reaches milestones of maturity which determine the health of the child. A window of age determines when it is normal for a human to talk, walk, laugh, smile, and begin speaking.

Humans are one of the only creatures in this galaxy to mature at such a slow degree. They are also one of the only species known to give live birth to their offspring, which may be why their children are born so vulnerable.

Human social ties are what keep the offspring alive until maturity.

***

Krill sat in the back of the car squished between two of the three brothers inside his specimen tube staring down at the snow which was coming down in thick flurries. Captain Vir and his second oldest brother sat in the back seat of the car as the old human drove his way careful through the snow. The other two brothers had taken the oldest brother’s care and would be following shortly behind.

Waffles, the dog, sat on the floor just in front of Krill head resting on the captain’s knee.

Apparently, it was normal for the humans to go out in weather like this. Traveling in a blizzard wasn’t unknown or even all that thought about. It used to be more hazardous when cars didn’t have emergency steering override, but now attached proximity alarms could track the movement of other objects around them and intervene if an accident was eminent.

It didn’t mean that krill wasn’t scared out of his mind. This all seemed very dangerous, but Captain Vir insisted to him that the family had been invited to a “Birthday party” at his sister’s house, and it would be rude not to come.

Krill was under the impression it would also be very rude to die, but what did he know?

The car skidded softly on some ice, and the old human grunted wrestling control back from the icy roads as he took a slow controlled turn onto another residential street parking himself behind a long line of cars.

Jeremy and the second David pulled up behind them, and they all got out of the car, the dog taking the lead to the correct door.

Captain Vir Held Krill’s specimen tube under one arm and a sparkly silver bag in the other hand.

“Prepare for mayhem, it’s going to be loud.”

Stomping the snow from their boots, the humans made their way up the steps and knocked on the door asking to be let in.

The door opened with a blast of noise not dissimilar to military grade decibel weapons. All of the humans, accept for the alpha female, cringed. Krill became very grateful for the control he had over his sensory systems.

Stepping inside was pandemonium. There were at least ten adults sitting at the distant table playing a game of cards, and there were about as many tiny humans. They ran around screaming and chasing each other with boundless energy. Their unsuppressed predatory play made Krill feel very uneasy.

He had never met a human child. He had seen them once or twice sure, but he had never interacted with one directly.

As soon as they walked in one of the human females rose from her seat and walked slowly over. She was relatively thin, aside from the massive bulge at her stomach which she kept protective hand over. Captain Vir walked closer and put an arm around her. She hugged him back before pulling away and frowning at his eyepatch, “What did you do to yourself, Adam.”

Captain Vir gave a sheepish grin, “I uh accidentally lobotomized myself.”

She frowned at him, but before she could say anything they were surrounded by a mass group of children chattering and pointing at Krill inside his test tube. One of the little humans let of a shrill scream and scampered towards his mother hiding behind her legs.

“Eww, what is it?” One of the tiny humans asked stepping back eyes wide with fear.

The rest of the human children huddled behind that first child nodding with large eyes.

All accept for one of the tiny humans. She was blonde, hair pulled back into two little tufts of hair on either side of her head. The puffy little outfit she wore was somewhere in the red spectrum though Krill couldn’t tell exactly what color. He had a suspicion it was the hue that humans called pink.

She wore a paper crown and held a sparkly stick with a star at one end.

She was the only one brave enough to come up to his containment unit eyes wide with curiosity instead of fear.

She looked up at Captain Vir, “Uncle Adam, is he your pet?”

Vir laughed and knelt to look at the little girl, “No this is my friend.”

The containment unit hissed open.

A few of the children screamed and ran towards their parents hiding behind older adult legs.

The little girl held her ground, “Oh, HI what’s your name!”

She was loud, and absolutely horrifying. He scooted himself behind captain Vir’s legs and away from the tiny predator and he sharp little teeth. The tiny human frowned and circled around towards Krill, “Hey, its ok, I’m not mean.”

Krill looked up at captain Vir who stood grinning down at him, “Come on, and introduce yourself to my niece.”

Krill did so hesitantly, “Hello…. Human larvae, I am Krill.”

The little girl giggled, “My name isn’t Larvae, its Kimber, and you can be my friend.” She announced clearly pleased with herself reaching out to grab one of Krill’s arms before he could stop her.

He nearly keeled over and died. Terrified that she was going to bring him back to her lair and eat him.

“Kimber,” Captain Vir warned, “Be easy.”

“Ok.” Her grip loosened, but she still tugged Krill along after her. He went almost too petrified to think as the group of tiny predators parted around her. Some curious some scared.

The next few hours were some of the most terrifying, and interesting, moments of his life, the tiny human female seemed to have claimed Krill as her property demonstrating this action by placing one of the colorful party hats on his head. She claimed the dog in the same way insisting that both of them participate in her “Tea party” where they were made to participating in ritual of drinking imaginary tea and making Smalltalk. Not that Krill had to do much talking, the tiny human had a lot to say about things that didn’t seem to exist.

He wondered if the human grub was sick.

Was she delusional?

Not only that but he witnessed what happened before humans were tamed. One small human, deciding that he was not getting what he deserved fell to the floor and assailed the adult humans with a sonic attack that rattled the windows.

The older humans winced, but came over to try and tell the small human to stop. In anger, the small human attempted to attack the larger counterpart.

It didn’t work, and the larvae was shut into a room by himself. He continued attempting to use the sonic attack, but the adults just laughed it off. His weaponry had been effectively defeated by the door.

Eventually more of the small creatures became brave enough to approach Krill.

And they asked an incessant amount of questions.

Was he a boy or a girl? Where was he from? What was his favorite color? Were those his eyes? What was that thing for?

Kimber was the first to grow tired of the questions and made her claim on him by announcing that she, and her new best friend were done answering questions. They were going to make friendship bracelets instead.

He watched in confused amazement as the tiny human passed colorful spheres onto a string presently presenting Krill with the gift afterwards. He wasn’t aware that you had to make someone a bracelet to be friends with them, but she seemed to insist that it was necessary to keep their friendship solid. When the bracelet wouldn’t fit on one of his legs she decided that a necklace would work just as well and ordered that he wear it around his neck.

Ok, he didn’t want to anger the tiny predator, so he put on the colorful beads. She seemed pleased.

Afterwards, she grabbed his arm and dragged him with her to the grownups announcing formally that Krill and She were now BFFs.

Catpain Vir grinned at Krill, and at Waffles who had been faithfully following Kimber around in hopes that she would feed her more cheerios left over from the tea party.

The dog was still wearing the colorful party hat.

“An interesting entourage you have there, Princess Kimber.” Captain Vir said

She beamed up at him quite pleased before demanding that, as Princess she should get some cake.

At least the hiatus left Krill with time to relax from some of the stress, of course that was relative come to learn that you could in fact FEEL unborn human larvae moving inside a human mother.  That, he thought, sounded exactly like the plotline to one of those human horror films, though none of them seemed to think so instead, insisting that the miracle of birth was beautiful and whatever.

Krill begged to differ, he knew how big a human birth canal was, and it was not, in fact, large enough for a grapefruit….

Apparently it stretches.

Dear Nebulon that was disgusting.

They spent a good few hours there before the humans began trickling away with their offspring. With her friends gone, Kimber cajoled him into a tour of her “Play” room insisting he memorize the names of each and every one of her stuffed animals, because it would be rude for him to incorrectly address them.

During their third “tea party” She formally dubbed Captain Vir the pirate king because of his leg and eyepatch.

By the time it was their turn to leave, She insisted that Krill keep on the bracelet or it would ruin their friendship pact, and that would be unacceptable.

He was scared she would come find him and hunt him down, so he kept silent.

***

Thinks I have learned

Human offspring use sonic attacks to get other humans to do what they want. Sometimes it works depending on the exhaustion level of the adult in question.

To have a good relationship with a human grub, one must make an offering of a friendship bracelet or necklace as a proper introduction.

It is a normal ritual right to drink fake tea with a dog. It may be some sort of primitive indoctrination ceremony.

Though human larvae are more fragile than their older counterparts, they are also more aggressive and would probably kill you if given the chance, be glad they aren’t bigger.

Also important to note that human larvae are spawned in the heart of darkness growing to final maturity in the belly of their mothers, feeding off her body, by way unholy attachment, to feed their own hellish growth at which point they will claw their way from her womb potentially breaking her bones and ripping her open as a result…. They have tricked their human parents into thinking that this as acceptable birthing method.

Ballerinas are terrifying, but the human larva is a creature spawned of blood and darkness.

It is advised to accept all colorful gifts of friendship from these creatures lest they destroy you in your sleep.

[sol-korolevas]

–––we tried the world; pt. 1

pairing: dabi x reader

a/n: initially i wanted this to be a super-fic but i changed my mind. so have some junior crispy boi and a (kind of an idiot) reader. 

once upon a time, you knew a boy. his hair reminded you of chrysanthemums and his eyes the ocean. years after, you would learn that blue wasn’t always kind and peaceful. but for a while, that boy with those blue eyes wanted to be good. most of all, however, was that he wanted to be strong. once upon a time, there was a boy who was atlas until he fell. 

you met him in one day just as summer ended. grandma had stopped to chat with some old friends of hers with you standing near her side. in that minuscule timeframe when her hand shifted, you managed to snake your way out. with your mind occupied on your recently developed quirk, you paid no attention to much of anything. when once you were looking forward to watching your favorite television shows, you were now content to study your quirk. 

in a few years, the u.a. academy will have another student for its hero course, your mother told you. both your parents were pro heroes who excelled at water-based quirks. so it was quite obvious you, their single progeny, would be born with a similar quirk. you now dreamed of surpassing all might and become the number one hero. you wanted to be on top of the world. 

absentmindedly, you walked along a path full of puddles from last night’s rainstorm. you watched the water shift and squirm inches from your cupped palms. it stretched and morphed into amorphous shapes before collapsing, drenching your hands. undaunted by the failure, you looked for a nearby puddle. 

pulling out small quantities of water was no easy task for you. if you tried hard, you could manage. with your hands on your knee, you lowered yourself and squinted. scrunching your face you attempted to summon small droplets of water from the puddle. the water shook, quivering as if resisting command. so you grit your teeth and let out a grunt of exertion. 

“what’re you doing?” a soft voice broke your concentration, forcing the rising waters to fall down into the puddle. you turned to see a small boy, short and dirty. he had hair that reminded you of grandmother’s chrysanthemums, fiery and bright. 

you pointed to the puddle and replied, “i was summoning water!” a large smile spread across your face as you reached out to him. “look.” you then held out your hand, the one that wasn’t gripping the boy’s wrist. with your palm facing the puddle and fingers spread, small droplets of water began rising. then with a low grunt, they began bouncing on air. you let out a noise of success with excitement hammering inside your heart. with a beaming face, you turned your attention back to the boy and said, “see? cool right?”

the boy didn’t answer. instead, he surveyed the droplets before turning his attention to you. then, it occurred to you that you couldn’t see his eyes well; they were hidden behind his red locks. 

“i see,” he said in a small voice. “th-that’s cool, really cool.” his voice drifted off and you couldn’t help but wonder if he’s somehow upset. gingerly you took a step back and dropped your hand from his wrist. suddenly it dawned on you that the dirt on his face looked more like some kind of injury. you remembered once you accidentally burned yourself and had to undergo light treatments. the boy’s wounds looked like that same burn mark, but there were more on him, in particular, his face. 

his white shirt was singed on the edges, with a dark hole toward the shoulder. his pants looked clean, if not full of wrinkles. there were some light burn marks on his legs too. 

“thank you,” you told him, eyes traveling back to his face. you noticed that his bangs had shifted, revealing a pair of tired blue eyes. faint circles clung to his undereye, though you weren’t sure if they were marks of injury or from tiredness. you’ve seen the latter on your mom, who was often an insomniac and had frequent nightly encounters with villains. “i’m [name], what’s your name?” you placed your arms behind your back, waiting for his answer. 

“t-touya, touya todoroki,” the boy said, rubbing the back of his neck. he glanced towards the side as a faint blush dusted his cheeks. “...a pleasure to meet you.” his voice gave you the impression that he was older. yet, he’s small, no taller than you, with a gangly appearance. you could knock him down if you wanted to. 

touya suddenly looked behind him as the wind picked up. shivering, you wrapped your arms around your body. autumn rode on the back of the wind, reminding you of your upcoming birthday. “hey, d’you wanna come to my birthday party?” you asked. you knew that he was a child you just met, but a small voice inside your head urged you to invite him anyway. he didn’t look like the sort who talked much to others and in your own way, you pitied him. “it’s gonna be lots of fun i promise!” you proceeded to jump up and down, remembering the last birthday you had. all of the neighbors’ kids came over so why not touya too for this one?

for a moment, touya looked shocked as he placed a hand up, as if you were going to tackle him. you then noticed that the palm of his hand was sooty ash, with faint scars slathered littering the skin. he was carefully mulling over your invitation, pursing his lips and looking off to the side again. “sure...i’ll have to ask father.” 

you unwrapped your arms from yourself and jumped once more, this time in excitement. “awesome! i’ll tell my grandma you’re coming.” then, with a wave, you began running back where you came from. “see ya, touya!” you added, waving to him. 

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snow rider hayato was on the television when the day of your birthday arrived. it was popular with the kids and young teens nowadays, what with an actual pro hero named hayato starring in the titular role. every year, your parents would take a day off and invite other pro heroes over to your birthday. your mother had made water spheres that hovered off the ground, with glitters and confetti trapped within as decoration. your father helped you put up the decoration and set the tables as grandma entertained the adult guests. 

one by one, the neighbors’ children came piling in. you watched as the last of them took a seat on the grassy lawn, all eyes drawn to the show. it was the second time you scoured the small crowd, hoping to see touya among them. you even searched under the banquet tables, thinking he might be hiding there. 

“[name], what’s wrong?” your mother asked, kneeling down next to you. 

“touya’s not here,” you told her, eyebrows knitting in worry. “i invited him a few days ago and he said he’s gonna ask his dad.” your words slurred toward the end as disappointment drowned out your feeling of excitement. tears prickled at the edges of your eyes as you tried to hold everything in. touya had left such a strong impression on you that you couldn’t help the sheer sadness of his absence anymore. mom held you as you sniffed, the sounds of the chattering becoming white noise. 

a part of you wondered if he was okay. the memory of his injured body haunted your dreams. you should have said something, told someone about it. but in your eagerness for your birthday, you had forgotten. water droplets began forming behind your back, vibrating harder with each passing second. 

“it’s alright honey, touya’ll come later,” your mom said softly, rubbing soothing circles on your back. 

he did come when the party was over and everyone else left. you were the one who answered the door, halfway certain it must be him. there he stood, wearing the same outfit except there was a singular dark sooty spot on his sleeve. he looked dirty, riddled with sooty ash. most of all, he was breathing in sharp wheezes. 

“touya...” your word came out small and uncertain as your hands clasped together. his body was shaking and you saw distinct tear streaks running down his cheeks. you wanted to do something but what could you really do? your parents had gone to bed and your grandma had gone home. you could call them up but you didn’t want to interrupt them. “are you-are you okay?” you gulped, unsure if that was the correct words to say. vaguely you remembered a medical kit mom would use whenever someone got hurt. but the wounds on touya’s body looked bad. 

“‘m sorry for not coming sooner [name],” he murmured, dipping his head down. he then raised his hand and you saw a crudely wrapped box in his hand. “this is a present, mother bought it for me but i think it suits you.” he didn’t raise his eyes at you, not even as you took it from his hands. 

“thank you, touya,” you said, giving him a small smile. a part of you was happy that he thought of you, another part wanted to change the mood. there was something heavy hanging over you and him. even though you are a child, you still sensed the stress and anxiety that clung to touya. you’ve only ever felt it when your parents were fighting or one of them was trying to find the other’s whereabouts. “can i open it now?” you saw touya nod, though the action was barely noticeable. 

quickly, you took away the wrapper (which was slightly burned, you noticed), and opened the white box. inside was a flower pendant, blue and red in color. the blue matched touya’s eyes, but the red reminded you of fire. it wasn’t something that looked like it should be shown off. instead, it looked sentimental, something precious. 

when you raise your head to say something, touya was already gone. 

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the third time you met him was as spontaneous; if you were any more superstitious, you would’ve thought it to be fated. with the flower pendant resting against your skin, you walked to the deserted playground. the sun was rising down the towering city structure far beyond. blackbirds cried shrill above your head. mother and father had already paired you with a quirk instructor to prepare you for the u.a. entrance exam, which was still years ahead. even so, they were stubborn and wanted you to prepare early.  

those nights of grueling training exhausted you mentally. so when you were given time for yourself, you chose to come here. in the past, you often hung around with other kids. now, they had moved on and only you were left by yourself. your continued absence must be what forced the other kids to play elsewhere.

“[name]!” a familiar voice called out your name, and immediately you raised your head and saw touya walking towards you. there was a look of relief on his face as he waved at you. in-between your birthday and present time, you noticed that again he changed. he had grown taller; nonetheless, he still looked gangly and thin. 

“hey touya,” you replied, kicking the sand beneath your shoes as you steadied the chains of the swing. you watched as touya stopped before you, quiet eyes studying you for a moment. he was looking elsewhere and you wondered if he was looking for the pendant he gave you. so you gently took it out, holding it to him. “thanks again for the gift, i really like it.” 

he blushed, turning his head to the side as you beamed at him. “you shouldn’t thank me; it’s technically a hand-me-down.” there was a bitterness in his voice, something that made your smile falter a little while noting the raspiness as well. 

still, you couldn’t help but believe that he still put some thought into his gift. another part of you even wondered if he actually never had time to buy an actual present. “no really! i like the pendant, it’s like a lucky charm for me,” you told him, rubbing the jewel with your thumb. “when i become a u.a. student, i’ll look at this and think ‘wow, cannot believe this got me into my dream school’!”

touya seemed taken aback at your confidence and optimism, his mouth hanging open slightly as he watched you. before he could say something, a grunt of pain slipped out. clutching the wrist of his left hand, his body began to curl inwards. “no, not a-again...”

you watched, half-confused and half-scared when he began to grit his teeth. “touya...?” you promptly stood up and took a step towards him. he didn’t move, instead, he collapsed against you, burying his face against the crook of your neck. his sudden gesture made you jump. he was warm, too warm, his body felt inhuman and more like a thin barrier between fire and flesh. 

touya wheezed and panted, his body shaking as he gripped the material of your shirt in his grip. faint smoke began to curl out from his touch, and before long you realized that he had burned the edges of your sleeves. the pain of the burn upon your skin came afterward. “touya, let go please.” initially your voice came out soft, still confused and scared. but when you felt the rest of your arms burning, you began to struggle. “touya stop! stop it, let me go!” you didn’t realize you were screaming until you felt the rawness in your throat. 

tears prickled in your eyes just as you started crying. then, suddenly water started pouring down on the both of you. with his entire body wet and dripping, he stared at you with wide eyes of horror. “[n-name]...i’m sorry. i’m sorry i–” he turned his palms toward his face, unfaltering gaze held onto them. 

wrecked with burning pain, you couldn’t find it in yourself to speak or move. in the distance, you heard your grandma’s voice calling out to you. you continued looking at him even as someone lifted you up. 

before your vision failed, you thought you saw touya watching you. there were tears in his eyes and a trembling gaze of terror lingering on his face as a man with flames dancing across his shoulder pulled him away. 

[pixie-skull]

AU Disney # 5 Heroines: How your cutie asks you out

Before I go, yes I am going to attempt to make this open to anyone, but this creator wants more LGBTQ+ AUs, so this one just if you and x character went and the character’s thoughts. Please share your thoughts if this good or not in my ask box? :D Here are the rules too. I am not going to use gifs every time, but this felt fitting.

P.s. Like mentioned are the 1st AU and 2nd, 3rd, and 4th I can not promise all featured like in the first one, but I try to list the ones that are fan favorites and please feel free to give kindly-worded feedback. Lastly, I do edits with (non)Disney hand-drawn characters, so feel free to request. :D 

P.p.s. Compared to my other Alternative Universe, these can be shorter, yet I do like to write Disney AUs slightly more, but I am sorry for shorter. I am also so tired and I am sorry if unclear. I attempted to make kinda like movies, yet mostly creative ideas. I also feel this my weakest Disney AU. XD

Snow White (Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs):

Snow White asked her friends to help her, so you got a hint. Doc asked if you liked the outdoors or indoors. Happy asked what makes you happiest of Snow White, especially in her cooking. Grumpy asked what foods you do not like. Sleepy asks if what kind of blanket you likes. Sneezy asked if you were allergic to flowers. Bashful asked what colors you like or thought looked flattering on Snow White. Even Dopey helped, he led you to a little part of the forest and you found Snow White with a basket of food you liked, with a blanket you, pretty flowers, and a dress that she looked beautiful in. On top of that, she squeaked when she saw you “I hope that my little clues were not too much, I wanted to ask you out, but I was shy” and her pale face turned pink when you said yes.

Cinderella (Cinderella):

When one day just goofing together and dancing, you leave the house, only you realized you left your jacket in her house. When coming back you caught her humming and rubbing her dog’s stomach and it warmed your heart in hearing all these kind things. Even “I want to ask Y/N out, yet I am probably just a friend in their eyes” and you sneaked up and hugged her from the back and she gave a mini yelp. Both you laugh and she then realized you overheard her and she went quiet. Only she gave your jacket with a hole patched up and she grinned. “I did not want you to risk getting cold or something”.

“Cinderella, Ella, we both know I heard you, and I be happy to have you as my significant other” and she smiled so widely and hugged you.

Aurora (Sleeping Beauty):

She did ask you out yet after a clutter fest of aunts getting too involved with a cute date night and her parents did little to limit the magic of the imaginative minds of her aunts. Even got Aurora three different outfits, a long-sleeved off-shoulder pink blouse or a cute blue top (a size up was accidental). She ended up wearing a shirt and make the blue top on top of the blouse. Also, she just wanted a nice day out in the garden and funny enough you planned to ask her out, yet seeing so much happened, yet did not want stress her out. It was a happy surprise when she asked out.

Jessica Rabbit (Who Framed Roger Rabbit):

Jessica was busy preparing for her next performance night. After helping her practice and just general support with being there for her. Of course, spending more time together and just general hangouts, you two grew closer. When her big night finally happened she tended looked at you, sure she was quick to look at others, yet go back to you. By the end she went up to you and asked “I own you so much, so what about a meal on me and I can pick you up” and she smirked at you blushing. “So is that a yes” and you mouthed ‘yup’ and she kissed your forehead.

Ariel (The Little Mermaid):

Ariel asked when you are free and thought of going to a fun aquarium. Only, she was so silent, you at first thought was a hangout, but after nervous breathing steamed up the glass, and write ‘I like you’ and you understandably felt uncomfortable. However her tongue-tied has been always an impact in her life, like asking to order food, she points to the picture. Not she is shy, yet Ariel is so excitable. However back on topic eventually you look at her and smile.

“Ariel, I like you too” and she smiles widely and the hall of the aquarium played some music, which she danced with you.

Belle (Beauty and the Beast):

You one day after work met her up in a library and after helping with books clicked. Sure you two only liked you as friends, yet once you felt comfortable and started to open up to her, she was starting to be attracted to you, as you in return. So another day after meeting up she wanted to list her and your favorite romantic scenes in what you both read. She took mental notes and asked “so if I made this scene come to life, will you be *Character A* to my *Character B* ” and you jokingly replied;

“Sounds like a date”.

Jasmine (Aladdin):

You asked her to a dance night at a local event and even though barely knew each other, she happily agreed. When taking a break from the dance, she and you played truth or dare version of “spin the bottle”. So whoever spinned it asked the person the bottle landed. She spun and asked you truth or dare.

“Truth” you spoke nervously.

“Was this a date or a friend hangout?” and you mumbled.

“I am happy for either or both”. Jasmine smirked and replied.

“Why not a date then?”

(this loosely inspired by how my first significant other and I started dated in high school at a school dance)

Pocahontas (Pocahontas):

After both of your friends gushing over how cute you two are, Pocahontas eventually caved in and asked you out. She felt bad for her father thought for sure she liked a childhood friend of hers, although he did like you and how kind you were to her and everyone. So one day when on a walk with your dogs she asked;

“Y/N I would be more romantic about it, yet my heart too blunt, would you go out with me this upcoming night show”? Even though you stood in shock, yet you understood she may have felt she lost the genuine comfort to ask you out, but glad she still asked you out and you agreed.

(inspired by a couple friends who got the extra push to date for everyone thought they were so cute and a good match)

Esmeralda (The Hunchback of Notre Dame):

Esmeralda was helping hanging out one day after helping her friends, so nothing too special. Just after a watching movie and she offered to read your palm or tarot cards. You took the tarot cards and when reading she “did a new reading” and her new six cards. After asking what you hope for in the world of romance and more, she flipped a card slowly. Eventually spelled out “will you go out with me” and you blushed but said yes.

Megara (Hercules):

Meg was hoping you make the first move for she felt it be cliche if she did something. Only after a while, she grew more and more antsy, so when alone after a performance, she joked how gross the couple in the show was. Hinted how much she likes what you and her act. Eventually, she became sincere in how much she appreciated you. In the end she huffed “I guess I am just saying, I am asking you out”. You grabbed her hand and smiled.

Mulan (Mulan): 

Even though you been friends for a couple years, she formed happy daydreams of what it be like to date you. So she asked you to meet up alone one day and when you did she gave you a poem. It was simple, yet it was a cute flattering poem and ended “will you go out with me” and you agreed. Of course, right away all your friends found out and her friends too, and they were happy.

Jane Porter (Tarzan):

Jane always liked to invite you to art events if both could go and afford. One day was extra special and she needed a plus one for this rare event, her dad helped fond. She attempted to be causal, yet her shy smile and blushing gave away.

“Y/N, you mean so much to me, like supporting my passions, and wanted to ask you want to be a plus one?”

“So a date?” you grinned.

“Yes, I mean err, yes” and she and you laugh.

Kida (Atlantis: The Lost Empire):

Kida too forward so when she started to like you, she asked her friends for advice. Her dad eventually got word and told you the next time he warmed up to you. Sure, it made me uncomfortable, but you understand different customs can be why he can act differently. After bonding more and finding more to enjoy together, you felt close. Kida was unsure how to ask out, yet just simply asked you if she could kiss you and you knew her culture kissing and any form of affection like a hug was huge step. Additionally, Kida being demisexual added this level of how it felt to be asked. You checked in and Kida said yes, and you two started dating.

(I headcanon Kida as demisexual)

Audrey (Atlantis: The Lost Empire):

Audrey funny enough tends to act tough and confident, yet when slowly started to crush on you, she was more unsure and you checked in often. Even though her feelings became more transparent and you were flattered this intelligent and strong woman, so of course, you liked her too. One day you reassured her;

“Audrey, you know you can share what is on your mind?”

“Y/N I like you, but...” and you see her smile in relief “but I was worried you did not like me back”.

“I do like you”.

“So, want to go out?” and you both laugh.

Helga (Atlantis: The Lost Empire):

Helga always so busy, but you liked her so much, and she notices and tries to tell you it not work. Only your ambition to keep in contact when she away, warmed her distant heart. So one call she asked you out and when you came back, you rushed with a sign “yes I date you”.

Nani (Lilo and Stich):

Nani so busy, yet Lilo was trying to be your little wingman or wingperson, so she helps in her special Lilo way, to make Nani more free in time. Nani even wondered how she asks you out, so one day when having a movie night, she sleepily asks you out. The next morning at her job and you ran over to talk to her quickly

“What Y/N?” she asks worried if Lilo or the dog Sitch were hurt.

“You asked me out, right, or did I dream that?” and Nani froze.

“Yes, I did”. 

“Got it” and she rolled her eyes laughing.

“So I talk to you about this after work?”

“Sounds good”. You leave smiling so widely.

Tiana (The Princess and the Frog):

Tiana and you been friends since ever and when realizing she liked more than a friend, she asked Lottie or Charlotte, if she asks you out.

“Oh, Tiana, this like a fairy tale, plus if Y/N says no, at least you can be friends, for how close you two are. I advise ask them out by writing on your famous benyas”. So Tiana sat down waiting for you one day and when you came she had an honest chat and you saw the banyas and happily said yes to dating her.

Charlotte (The Princess and the Frog):

Charlotte meant you through Tiana and she could not hide her attraction you to Tiana. So when going to one of her dad’s parties, she rushed up and asked you to dance and Tiana hinted slow dance be a fun idea. So when dancing it clicked and Lottie asked you;

“Y/N can we do more fun cute moments like this together? In other words, I like to date you”.

Rapunzel (Tangled):

Rapunzel meant you through a festival in the kingdom and even though she liked you as friends, you slowly grew to like her and given her compliments and tiny gifts. After a few days of hanging out, she was getting the hints. So one busy fun day, she and you leaned in to kiss, and when done with that day she half-joked, “was that date” and when you nodded she was so happy.

Merida (Brave):

Merida hated being gushy and traditional romantic dates, so when her brothers were making fun of her liking you, she owned up to it and said she liked you. Her parents were happy she liked someone, her dad thought you were awesome, her mom was a bit more unsure, yet after you let Merida choose the date, she said archery and said as long she comfortable, you were happy, her mom liked you.

Anna (Frozen):

Anna asked you out on your birthday, well the day after, because she did not want to ruin your celebration. Even though she got you so many gifts and a huge card on how she thinks you are the best friend she could have had. The next day her last “gift” was part two in how what traits she liked about in you.

Elsa (Frozen):

Elsa wanted to deny she liked you, but once Olaf saw how happy she was around you, he told Anna, and Anna told her she had to ask you out. Even though Elsa felt like romance was not her thing, she had to ask you out, because Anna would have asked you all these embarrassing questions; at least Anna claimed they would be embarrassing. So Elsa when alone with you half-mumbled and half-said how she would like to spend more time with just you, she was happy you said you like to too.

Moana (Moana):

Moana and Maui did a fun game of questions and somehow the topic of crushes came up. Maui bragged how many deities liked him, yet his powers could tell you and Moana liked each other. So he asked Moana all these questions that subtly built up to confessing her liking you. Moana was able to laugh it off, yet when both alone, you shared your feelings and thoughts of her. Eventually, she asked if you wanted to go out and when you agreed, Maui yells “YOU’RE WELCOME!”

[cheollies]

100 Reasons To Love Joshua Hong

thanks to @justsomekpopstuff for some help at the end when my brain was stalling to think of things

First of all, um why not

his eyes are so frickin well defined and sharp, cat eyes for real, they’re so mesmerizing and so easy to fall in to

his lip tint/lipstick/lip gloss or whatever he’s wearing on his lips, it’s always on point and literally the prettiest colors ever cause they’re always so pinkish/peach that it makes his lips look so irresistible

HIS PIERCINGS!!!!!!!!!!! They’re so attractive. like he has such an innocent image and the piercings kinda give him a nice aesthetic edge and its even more attractive (in my opinion) that his piercing are asymmetrical (sigh i remember when cheol had that)

He looks cute with bangs

BUT HE LOOKS GORGEOUS WHEN HIS HAIR IS LIKE SLIGHTLY PARTED AND HIS FOREHEAD IS SHOWING. DO YOU GET WHAT I MEAN???????

remember when he said spongebob reminded him of Hansol

he used to sing Sunday Morning all the time

I’M SORRY I STARTED CRYING CAUSE BC OF THAT BLESSED VIDEO OF JOSHUA IN A LEATHER JACKET, A GUITAR AND SINGING SUNDAY MORNING

Born and raised in Los Angeles, California so his english is perfect basically

He has a very nice soft singing voice as well as a nice speaking voice

Let’s never forget the time he did a high note battle with the rest of vocal team one fine day and his face basically turned into a tomato

but let’s also not forget when he did the thing with the water bottle where he blew his nose into it and totally ruining his image

He’s an only child that later gained twelve brothers

back in LA he used to sing in his church, which is where he discovered that he enjoyed performing

BLACK HAIRED JOSHUA

His look when he was on the golden disc award red carpet (basically making me think about switching lanes)

His laugh is just so precious. he goes ‘hahahaha’ literally 

He does that thing where when he laughs, he covers his mouth with the back of his hand or he just claps like a seal

During the sleepover live where they’re all sleeping in pajamas, when Soonyoung moved over to Joshua, Joshua just let Soonyoung hug him and snuggle into him

best friends with mr. Yoon Jeonghan and Joshua’s personality change when he’s with Jeonghan is amazing

like the time on 95 line vlive when it was only Joshua and Seungcheol, and Joshua asked Seungcheol to do freestyle rap or sing but Seungcheol refused so obviously Joshua was going to let it go BUT THEN JEONGHAN CAME IN AND JOSHUA WAS ALL LIKE ‘SEUNGCHEOLS GONNA DO FREESTYLE RAP NOW’

his favorite move is the pindrop and no one can stop the man from doing it

He’s got twelve hype men so you’re gonna see it more often than you want

he basically does it in DWC so yeah it’s staying with him forever.

rapline wannabe

Constantly trying out for Hiphop Unit, have you heard his raps? They’re legendary

King of acrostic poems

He has the cutest nose scrunch you will ever see

The time joshua tried to high five a fan at a fansign but got rejected because the girl didn’t see but luckily Jun saw and started laughing

the life hack Joshua did by putting his coke in the snow while he was outside (get you a man this smart)

Known as Seventeen’s Gentleman so that basically means if you stan him, he’s going to treat you right and like royalty

That time on weekly idol when he introduced himself as the guy who spoke five languages as an attempt to speak the languages

On the Yang and Nam show when Joshua outed Jihoon for taking vocal team out to eat and forgetting him

He said it so sweetly too even though Jihoon did him wrong

He honestly looks so good in simple button up shirts it’s truly inspiring

The Where is my Friend’s hometown episode where Joshua was supposed to plan out the trip but instead went to sleep once the guys left the room

On one of the andromeda episodes, when Joshua took off his necktie and the other members started screaming (#same)

when he laughed so hard at a fanmeet that he accidentally pushed Jeonghan off the staged and pretended to be innocent of the crime

Anime nerd that likes One Piece, Naruto and Bleach

One said that if he were in Jeonghan’s body, he would eat lots of food

okay but the time Joshua sat in a massage chair and made it seem as though the massage chair was on but in reality, the chair wasn’t even plugged in

why doesn’t anyone talk about Joshua’s chocolate song

‘Sometimes i dream about chocolate’

‘I WANT SOME FOOD RIGHT NOW JUST KIDDING’

‘I need some twix yeah’

Don’t forget his pizza song

his pizza song that included him wanting a chocolate pizza with some twix on top

He pronounces Nutella as ‘nuh-tella’ i’m just gonna leave that here for you to think about

He said ‘Boing Boing’ on Going Seventeen once

His nickname is Shua, the members call him Shua a lot and Chan referred to Joshua as ‘Shua hyung’

He can’t spicy food

a cute boy who likes playing with the cute snow filters and being cute

When he was asked to dance for his audition, all he did was clap to the beat since he didn’t know how to dance

He was streetcasted at a festival in the U.S.

He often helps the others with english, he teaches Hansol english as well as helps Jihoon with any english lyrics

Seokmin said that Joshua has a sophisticated and luxurious style

That time during predebut when Joshua screamed ‘YOU’RE CREATING A GAP BETWEEN OUR RELATIONSHIP’ at Hansol

WHEN HE SAID THE PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE AS A TALENT

On an andromeda episode when they called Joshua, Jeonghan said that Joshua didn’t like aegyo

He doesn’t like insects

He said that if he wasn’t an idol, he’d either be studying English or Business in college

Joshua said he was closest to Jeonghan because they had entered the company at relatively the same time

Honestly the coolest part of the DWC dance is Joshua’s part, Joshua got the best dance part, it’s just so cool looking at the way they move during that part

Joshua says ‘Yo’ a lot that it’s probably his go to word

Okay but that outfit he had on in the Going Seventeen Prologue, the cute grey zip up hoodie with his blue and white striped shirt, and he had a black backpack on, it’s such a simple outfit but it’s totally some boyfriend Joshua aesthetic

That time Joshua said ‘Vernon Oppa’

In the dorm, it’s said that Joshua often forgets to take a towel with him to the bathroom when he showers so he often calls someone to get him a towel

He shares a birthday with BTS’s Taehyung if you didn’t know and they’re totally cool with each other

Joshua talking about chicken ‘it’ll heal our hearts’

He’s not that great at cooking, he says he usually orders food

Joshua in the Adore U performance unit version calmly and cooly playing the guitar while chilling above the floor on the wall

He has the prettiest hands, they look so nice, like imagine holding his hands

on one fine day, Joshua didn’t know how to cook/prepare rice in a pot because he always used a rice cooker

He wants to speed up his eating because he doesn’t want the others to have to wait for him to finish

Joshua has the most impeccable cheekbones

To quote Joshua: bibbity hamburg pizza woo

His really light pinkish hair was so pretty

But his light caramel brown was also great

Let’s be real, he’s never had a bad hair moment

Remember when photos of Joshua during a dry rehearsal was put on the internet, and he was wearing a white shirt with no sleeve and we all were #blessed with Joshua’s arms

If he was a carat, he said he’d stan Soonyoung (who wouldn’t tbh)

the time Joshua used an umbrella as a golf club and shimmied his butt before he pretended to shoot

Joshua jumping into the pool with his little fluttery hands is cuter than puppies

Joshua chose love over friendship and i think that says a lot about him

He said that if he had his own radio broadcast, he’d want the name of it to be ‘a glass of wine’ (aa self promotion, read my joshua angst titled a glass of wine)

His personality is described as introverted and shy, but thanks to Seventeen, he shows us his very weird and comical side

Joshua touching Soonyoung’s ear in the sleepover vlive

Joshua used to watch Immortal Song with his mother and grandmother, so when he finally got the chance to perform on the show, he sent out a few words to his family, even saying that his grandma can brag to her friends

sometimes Joshua pretends he’s going to low-five hansol but then sikes him out and why is Joshua like this

He did his call intro for the DWC era on NCT’s radio and made everyone cringe like heck

Sexy shua, that one gif of him waving his fingers and basically being eye candy while singing in the mic (its the gif up there. i just had to put it)

Shua in leather pants……….yeah

Honestly how many handshakes does he have and make with the other boys. Like i’m surprised he even got Jihoon to make a handshake

SHUA IN SWEATERS !! A VERY SOFT AND COMFY SHUA THAT EVERYONE NEEDS

to Joshua his faith is something dear to him. It’s something he’s open about and i’m glad that it’s being respected in a sense that no one is bashing him for it.

At the age of 18 he moved from the U.S. to Korea, basically to a place where he didn’t know the customs well and had to learn to adapt to the new setting

When he moved in Korea, Joshua didn’t know to to read or write korean, he stated that he could never read the lyrics that were given to him because of it

During 17project when the parents came out as a surprise, Joshua who had been away from his family so long, clung to his mother with tears

“Carats are always being my energy and strength”

[fanderily-blog]

It’s fine by me

Warnings: Lots of anxiety, alcohol use, Drunk Logan

Pairings: Hardcore Prinxiety and side Logicality 

Virgil could feel the adrenaline release in his system just thinking about tonight. As he paced about the living room trying to calm himself down, he then frantically reached for his phone to check the time. The time read 7:39. Dammit, what was taking them all so long? He had to be there by 8:30 or they were going to give up Virgil’s table for the four of them.  "Let’s go guys! We’re gonna be late! I don’t want them to give up our table!”  Virgil nagged up the stairs. He knew that he was just getting fidgety because he was getting nervous about tonight. He had never done something like this before. What if he forgot the lines? What if he slipped and fell on stage? What if his social anxiety kicked in and he was frozen in place in front of everyone? What if he dropped the… the ring. Wait, where was the ring? He frantically searched his coat pockets and his front jean pockets, feeling the pit of fear in his stomach slowly grow larger.  Virgil was then hit with a wave of relief when he reached for his back pocket and felt the box sitting in his back pocket. Gods, he was so worried and on edge that he was pretty sure he was going to throw up. Where were the other sides? It’s already 7:45! "Guys!!” Virgil yelled once again. “Virgil I would insist that you calm yourself and stop being so… Anxious” Logan countered as he walked down the stair way. Virgil was surprised to see Logan part from his usual getup. While he still wore his usual dress pants and black polo shirt, he was wearing contacts!! He looked so, so, so weird without them. He looked almost attractive. Patton was probably gonna go nuts when he saw this. He loved when Logan dressed from his usual look. But there was one thing Logan was wearing that even managed to make Virgil laugh when he was just a nervous wreck. “Lo, a-are you wearing… A bowtie?” Virgil asked trying to stifle a laugh. “Yes, is there something funny about that?” Logan countered with a rather threatening look. “No, no nothing at all.” Virgil said trying to keep the laughter from rising out of him. “Quick question though, Why?” Virgil asked. “tonight, is a special occasion, therefore I felt it would be inappropriate to wear everyday attire. Also, while I prefer a regular neck tie, Patton bought me this bow tie for our second-year anniversary, and I thought it would provide him with some pleasure to see me wear it” Logan said trying to hide his blushing face when he talked about Patton. “Aww looks like the tin man does get a real heart after all” Virgil said playfully antagonizing the Logical side. “FALSEHOOD! That is simply nonsense Virgil and I will not allow you to indulge in such ridiculous thoughts!” Logan said looking redder then the sash Roman wore. Virgil couldn’t believe that even after two years of dating Patton, Logan still was denying the love he felt for Patton. Logan and Patton had made a pretty cute couple, Patton was always embarrassing Logan with his open displays of affection by running up into Logan’s arms, snuggling him up on movie night, and stealing surprise kisses on the side. And while Logan seemed super uncomfortable during those times, and could sometimes seem emotionless, you could always see through his actions how much he loved Patton. He always tried to be thoughtful of things that would make Patton happy, like using the things Patton got him and putting lots of time, effort, and thought into the things he did for Patton. Virgil could remember how much he was like Logan when Roman and himself had started dating 4 years ago. “Where is Pat anyway? Roman and Patton need to hurry up if we are going to make it on time!” Virgil asked Logan partially throwing his voice up the stairs nagging at the two sides so they would hurry up! “Patton and Roman are preoccupied getting themselves ready for our date tonight. Calm down Virgil, I am aware of the situation that shall take place tonight and understand that you might be feeling nervous about these series of events” Logan said trying to be as reassuring as possible. Wait, how did Logan know about tonight? He didn’t tell anyone about what he was doing except for… Patton! He thought he told Patton not to tell anyone about it!!! “Jesus Christ, did Patton tell you?!” Virgil asked irritated. “Oh yes, he was so excited about the subject that he needed to tell someone but did not want to risk the chance of accidentally informing Roman to the surprise. So naturally, he told me.” Logan responded. Great, now everyone knew! Whatever, as long as Roman still didn’t know, then that’s all that mattered. Virgil was starting to sweat now. Gods he was so nervous. What if he said no?!? What if Roman felt they were going to quickly and then broke up with him?!? Oh gods, he was pretty sure he was going to puke. “Hey guys! What do you think? I just threw on- OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS LOGAN YOU ARE SO CUTE!!!!!!” Patton said running down the stairs. “Oh, thank you Pat, oh no, no Patton don’t you -” Logan protested as Patton ran head first to embrace his boyfriend. Patton rapped Logan in a hug, with his head nuzzling into Logan’s chest. “I’m so glad you like the bow tie! And look at you with contacts in! You look so cute! I could just eat you up! Goodness I should have been more dressed up…” Patton said looking down at his own attire. Logan then proceeded to bring Patton’s chin up and genteelly planted a kiss on the moral sides lips. This display of affection not only surprised Virgil, but also Patton! As Logan slowly pulled away he muttered “preposterous, you’ve never looked more handsome”. This made Patton start blushing hard enough that Virgil was pretty sure a tomato had taken the place of Patton’s head. “O-o-okay, I-I’ll stay dressed as I am.” Patton stuttered as he tried to regain his senses. Virgil had to admit. Patton had cleaned up nicely too.  While Patton had opted to keep the glasses look, he had chosen a pair of glasses that looked similar to his original ones only these had white frames. It complemented his lavender polo shirt very well, which also had a small daisy pined to the chest. His normal cat hoodie was replaced with a sky-blue sweater that was draped across his shoulders like he would normally have his cardigan. If Patton wasn’t so cute, Virgil would have thrown up from how pastel his outfit was. Virgil checked his phone again, it was now 7:50, and Virgil was about to explode into a mess of nerves and irritation. “Pat, where is Roman?!?” Virgil asked with an undertone of irritation. “What the hell could he be doing up there that would take this much time?!?” Virgil asked. “Now kiddo, I know that you are nervous, but there is no need to use at kind of language! Also, I think he’s almost done getting ready, just relax.” Patton reassured Virgil. Patton’s words melted away a layer of the stress that Virgil was feeling. Maybe Patton was right, they had plenty of time and he did want to make this perfect for Roman, it was their anniversary after all, and the King of his dreams deserved only the best. After all, he has put up with Virgil for the past four years, the least Virgil could do is let him get ready at his own pace. Virgil let out a deep cleansing breath, “whatever, let’s just hope he gets done soon-” Virgil then saw something that stopped him in his tracks. Roman slowly emerged from the stair way. He wore a dazzling red suit, with a snow-white undershirt. He then had on a tie that was striped with the Gryffindor colors of red and gold. His black dress pants pulled the whole outfit together, and there was one key element that had really touched Virgil more than anything else. Roman was wearing a silver chain necklace that had a ruby red heart with a violent purple lightening bold in the middle of it. That was the first real gift Virgil had ever gotten Roman while they were a couple. Virgil could remember the day that he had it made. It was the first time that he was actually excited to give someone a gift without worrying about whether or not they were gonna think it was stupid. Had Roman really kept that stupid little trinket all these years? Seeing Roman come down those stairs was enough to stop Virgil in his tracks. He could not muster a word, he could not move a single muscle in his entire body, hell, he couldn’t even keep his jaw from dropping so low, you could have probably backed a truck up into his mouth with ease. Roman then looked at Virgil expectantly, and when Virgil did not speak for at least a whole minute, his eyes then darted to the ground as he started to fidget in place. “Okay, I am either super good looking, or look more ridiculous than Logan in that unicorn onesie.” Roman said trying to get a gage on what Virgil thought of his outfit. “Y-you look a-amazing” Virgil managed to say. Gods, why did Roman have to look even more handsome then he usually does? Was he actively trying to make this whole thing harder? He definitely couldn’t look at Roman when he conducted his surprise, he would freeze up for sure then. “OH, MY GOODNESS ROMAN!!! YOU ARE SO ADORABLE!!” Patton squealed as he covered his hands over his mouth and starting to dance in one place. “Aww, thanks Pat” Roman replied with a tiny wink. “Indeed Roman, you do look nice tonight. Virgil, shouldn’t we be going since that was what you were so keen on doing not just a few minutes ago?” Logan asked trying to pull Virgil back into reality and trying to get him to stop staring at Roman. “What-what Logan? Oh yeah, yeah, yeah we should be going.” Virgil said still entranced by Roman’s beauty. “Okay, so who’s driving?” Patton asked. “Oh, I can do that!” Roman quickly just wanting to get the night started. “Oh no, no, no my handsome prince” Virgil said taking Roman by the hand, “I have arranged a little something special for tonight. It’s our anniversary, so I thought that I would pull out all the stops!”. Virgil slowly opened the door for Roman as he did a little bow. Outside the door, a jet-black limousine was waiting for the sides to step inside. “Sweet Cole sprouts! Is that a limo?!?” Roman said with the excitement of a child on Christmas morning. “Only the best for my love” Virgil said as he conjured a rose and handed it to Roman.   Roman started to blush, he couldn’t believe Virgil was being so sweet. With the roses, the limo, and now they were going to Roman’s favorite place to eat! He didn’t know how the night could get any better than this! “Everyone ready?!?” Patton asked. All the sides answered yes with great enthusiasm. “Then off to midnight memories karaoke bar!” Virgil announced as he closed the limousine door.

After a short drive of Patton playing with moon roof, Patton sticking the upper half of his body out of the moon roof, and Logan trying to pull Patton back in from the moon roof while Patton was trying to wave at every poor pedestrian that was so unfortunate as to pass their Limo, they four sides finally made it to the karaoke bar. Virgil was able to get their table at 8:15, with plenty of time to spare, that could have been used to reapply Virgil’s eye shadow as so gently suggested by Roman. Virgil wasn’t really concerned about what his eye shadow looked like at this moment, all he could think about was how nervous he was. His mind was playing through all the possible scenarios that could go down tonight. Oh gods, what if everyone laughed at him? What if he embarrasses himself, or worse, what if he embarrasses Roman? It would be just Virgil’s luck that he would trip on the air and fall face first into the floor. As his brain started into the next what if scenario, he was suddenly interrupted by his boyfriend who was looking very distressed. Oh great, he was already messing up Roman’s night. Roman gently placed his hand on top of Virgil’s hand “hey there J-delightful, you okay? We been sitting here for a while and you haven’t said anything. Is something wrong?” Roman asked Virgil as he worked on him with those chocolate brown eyes. As soon a Virgil felt his boyfriends hand on his own, the stress of the night immediately melted off on Virgil’s mind. He looked at Roman, his sweet face with his regal appearance. It was enough to drive Virgil crazy. Maybe Patton and Logan had been right he just needed to relax and focus on enjoying his night with the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. “Yeah, I’m okay, now that your here” Virgil said holding his beloved’s hand. This made Roman smile a cute little grin that made Virgil’s heart skip a beat. “Good, because I was worried I was going to have to have to watch Patton and Logan make a fool of themselves on stage alone” Roman said pointing at the stage as Patton was practically dragging Logan onto the Karaoke stage. In the midst of Virgil’s terror, he had heard the conversations that were taking place at the table. Patton wanted more than anything else to go up and do a duet with Logan. And based on the way Logan looked, Virgil could tell that Logan would literally do anything not to have to be performing on the stage. “C’mon Logan!! It would be just one song!! You can even choose the song” Patton said tapping Logan’s shoulder. “Pat, I don’t have a term that would express my deepest feelings of how much I do not want to go up on that stage. Besides, I have expressed in the past that I do not like to sing.” Logan said resisting Patton’s efforts to try and pressure him into getting on stage. “Please Lo?!? It would make me so happy!” Patton said with his pleading eyes fixated on Logan. Logan took a long and heavy breath, he looked to the others for help, for which neither Roman nor Virgil were providing, and then responded “… Okay Patton if it would make you happy, then I will go and perform on stage with you”. This was the conversation that then prompted Logan and Patton to head up on stage where Patton welcomed the spotlight and the microphone, while Logan stood next to Patton looking so uncomfortable, with the spotlight glaring in his eyes, his hands resting at his side, looking very out of his element. “I feel you Lo, I feel you” Virgil mumbled under his breath as he watched the pissed Logan standing on the stage. As Logan fumbled with the microphone, adjusting it to his height, Patton stepped off to the side of the stage talking to the DJ getting their song chosen. As Logan stood there, waiting for Patton to finish, he was looking around at the audience below, all the tables and their center piece decorations, and every nook and cranny in the stage wood. As the music started Virgil could see Logan’s eyes fill up with excitement and a smile play across his lips as Patton started to sing “it’s hard to stay informed these days with news so intense…”. Logan then chimed in with “we’re bombarded with these grim black current events”. Of course. Leave it to these two to be the only people to sing the crofters musical at a karaoke bar. Virgil couldn’t help but let out a laugh as he watched the two sides singing a song about a fruit spread with smiles both plastered on their faces. He could tell that despite not wanting to be up there, Logan was having the time of his life, singing with his boyfriend who he loved dearly and singing about the other love of his life…. Crofters. “No fair!  That’s my song too!! Why do Patton and Logan get to sing the song I wrote without me?!? That’s not fair!” Roman complained looking at Virgil with his pouty face that Virgil could recognize from a mile away, given that Roman looked like this at least twice a day. “I know, life is so unfair isn’t sweetie?” Virgil said with a sardonic undertone to his rhetorical question. Roman, who apparently at this moment still didn’t understand the concept of sarcasm, then added “I know! I need to stop the injustice that’s taking place! I will either join in or I will force the DJ to change the song!” Roman said as he conjured his Katana and started getting up from the table. Virgil then tightened his grip on Roman’s hand keeping his crazy boyfriend in his seat. “Woah, Woah, woah slow down there Princey. Before you go threatening to cut people’s heads off, look up at the stage” Virgil said pointing up at Patton and Logan. “Yes! I see! Those two are singing my song! And don’t call me Princey! I hate that!! What’s your point!?!” Roman replied. Virgil rolled his eyes, “Gods, I thought you were supposed to be the romantic side. Do you see how happy Patton and Logan are? Patton chose this song on purpose. You saw how much Logan did not want to get up on that stage, but he did want Patton to be happy, so he did it anyway. Patton then in turn, knew that Logan didn’t want to sing and decided to play the only song he knew that Logan would be happy singing, which was this song about his favorite thing, that stupid jelly! They did these things and sang this song because they love each other, and they wanted each other to be happy.” Virgil said trying to make Roman understand the situation. Roman then took another long look at the stage, and the longer he watched, the bigger the smile got on his face. He finally looked back at his boyfriend and said “Well, they could never pull off my part better than me, but they are pretty cute together. They can’t do the song justice, but I can let them attempt to.” Roman said sitting back down next to Virgil. “How did you get to be so good at this romance thing?” Roman asked Virgil with a suspicious look, “Have you been training with someone else?”. Virgil was pretty sure he had just strained his eyes how hard he had just rolled them. “Oh yeah, he is super cute, charming, he lights up a room whenever he walks in, he drives me crazy sometimes with his extreme actions, but he makes me a better person, and he means the world to me” Virgil said as he played with the straw in his drink. Roman blushed, he then squeezed Virgil’s hand “aww!!” Roman replied. “Yeah, that Patton is an amazing person.” Virgil replied as he started to smile. “Oh, shut it you Emo nightmare!” Roman said playfully slapping Virgil’s arm, “You know you love me!” He added. “Unfortunately, that’s a fact that I cannot deny and can’t joke about.” Virgil said looking at the love of his life. He couldn’t believe that he had been so lucky to end up with someone so amazing as his partner. Virgil saw Roman’s expression soften, then slowly Roman pulled Virgil in closer to him gently pressed his lips onto Virgil’s. Time seemed to come to a stand around them. Gods, why did Roman have to be such a good kisser? When they suddenly heard the music stop, they slowly pulled away from each other. Virgil could feel the heat rush to his cheeks as he kept his eyes on the ground. It didn’t matter how long Roman and Virgil had been together, Virgil still got embarrassed every time Roman kissed him. He just didn’t know what to do with affection, so he would just end up blushing like a stupid school girl after being given a complement from their crush. Roman let out a laugh “I may have taught you a lot about romance,” he said looking at his nails, “but I didn’t teach you all my secrets.”. Virgil punched Roman in the arm, “you’re an idiot” Virgil retorted playfully. “That may be true, but you’re the one that’s dating me. So, what does that really say about you?” Roman shot back with a mischievous look in his eyes. Before Virgil could counter with his own witty remark, Logan and Patton came back up to their table, out of breath and grinning ear to ear. “Logan you were amazing!! I was jarred by your performance!! Thank you for coming up with me!” Patton said unable to stand still for more than a second at a time. “Patton I will admit that I was terribly irritated that you wanted me to participate in the showy, arty, frivolous displays of performing on the stage. However, when you chose that particular song, and then sang it with me, I had a fantastic time. And it still manages to amaze me how you manage to make me fall in love with you all over again every time you surprise me with making me love situations I normally hate.” Logan said as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips and his eyes darted from the floor to Patton’s face, “Patton, I love you berry much.” Virgil was pretty sure Patton was either going to start crying because of the touching remarks, or pass out because Logan made a dad joke, or possibly do both. Instead Patton just ran into Logan’s arms and gave him a hug that almost took Logan to the ground. And instead of shying away from the affection like he normally would, Logan actually reciprocated the love.  Virgil had finally seen enough when he said “Jeez you two, get a room”. If looks could kill, Logan would have exploded Virgil’s head, and the two finally let go from their embrace. All the sides then congregated to see what they were going to order before the waitress came to take their order for their next round of drinks. Logan stood up from his seat and said “Pardon me, I have to use the facilities. I would like another water if that’s quite alright”. Patton rolled his eyes and replied “Aww come on Lo! You always order water! Let’s mix it up a little! What if I order something for you?!”. Logan eyed Patton with a look that Virgil could only describe as suspicion and curiosity. “very well Pat, if you must order me a drink then please just make sure that it contains no alcohol. Alcohol impairs your judgement and my judgment is something I value above all.” Logan directed. “You got it sweetie!” Patton replied cheerfully. As Logan left and the server came back to their table, Patton started to order for Logan and himself. “I would like a root beer please, and then my boyfriend would like a Long Island ice tea”. As the server left their table, Virgil looked at Patton as if he had just lost his mind. “Um hey Pat? Are you insane? I thought Logan said to order something without alcohol!” Virgil starting to panic seeing a conflict that could arise from the situation, which is the last thing he would need on this night. “I know Lo said not to order him that kind of a drink, but I want him to really enjoy tonight! He’s always here making sure than Roman you and I are okay and taken care of that he never lets loose and has his own fun! Also, I will make sure that everyone is safe and things don’t get out of hand, I’m just sticking to root beer tonight and will watch out for everyone!” Patton said trying to reassure Virgil. “Besides, I would love seeing Logan, our uptight, no fun, dull dud Logan, all boozed up” Roman added with an almost evil look on his face. “we can perform our own experiment to see what the calculator watch looks like when he is wasted!” Roman said. Wow, Virgil wasn’t sure whether he was attracted or scared of his boyfriend right now, Virgil made a note in his mind not to leave Roman alone with himself for too long so that Virgil didn’t end up being in one of Roman’s “experiments”. Virgil was pulled out of his train of thought by Roman’s question “So, we’ve seen Patton and Logan’s attempt to rock the club. Should we go up there and show them who’s boss my love?”. Virgil nervously laughed, “Um your gonna need to order a few Long Island ice teas for me before I get up in front of everyone here and sing” he replied, just trying to avoid Roman’s inevitable request to do a duet with Virgil of “you’re the one that I want” from the old-time movie Grease that he so dearly loved.

 Virgil loved drunk Logan. Even though he felt like the pressure from his anxiety over tonight was enough to make his head explode, seeing Logan in a bowtie and acting like the buffoon he was actually took a lot of the stress off. At least he wouldn’t look this stupid. After Logan tried his first Long Island ice tea, you could immediately see the effects of alcohol start to take their toll on the normally serious side. “I guess the teach can’t hold his liquor!” Roman giggled, “This should be very interesting…”. And that it was. Logan started his drunken party by first taking all the sides to dance. Virgil didn’t know that he was going to be Logan’s first victim of his drunken gitterns. “Y-you! Anxious boy! We’re, we’re going to go dancing!” Logan directed Virgil cheeks flushed and using the table to keep himself upright. “Okay there Lo, I think I’m okay, I’m just watching other drunk people such as yourself make fools of themselves on the dance floor.” Virgil said trying keep Logan from embarrassing anyone. Virgil had only seen Logan dance once. The poor soul was trying his best, but his body just didn’t move with the rhythm. If he danced bad when he wasn’t lit up like the fourth of July, then Virgil couldn’t imagine what he would look like now. “Well, I’ve never danced with someone else! So wh-who’s going to take my dancing virginity?!?” Logan said pointing at everyone around the table. “I don’t know, I would like to see Virgil dance with Mr. drunken bowtie here.” Roman said with the look of a cartoon villain. “What did I do to you? Have I hurt you in some way? I thought you loved me!” Virgil asked Roman wondering why he had doomed him to the fate of drunk Logan. “Lets-lets go creepy cookie!” Logan said as he dragged Virgil to the dance floor. Just like Virgil had predicted, Logan looked like a giraffe running through the savanna as he danced. He would accidently get his own legs jumbled up, he would fall over every time he tried to spin around, and he did something that was inexcusable…. The robot. Virgil wasn’t any better though. He dancing skills basically stuck to a little shimmy, and a head nod. Roman was the only person in the world that could get Virgil to dance like no one was watching, because otherwise, he knew that the whole world was watching. When Logan and Virgil returned to their table, they were met with mocking grins, snickers, and insults. After the deserved mockery had finished, Logan went after his next victim. “Okay, okay, I want someone more experienced! Who is ready to take on all this?” Logan challenged playfully gesturing to himself. “Roman! You need to go defend your title!” Virgil said trying to get Roman stuck in the sticky situation that his boyfriend had put him in not two songs ago. “Yeah! Or are you scared? Poor Princey, always the prince of dance, not ready to take on the king!” Logan mocked. Wow, Logan could really stir the pot when he was drunk. Fortunately, these we’re just the words that got Roman’s competitive spirit up! “okay Mr. loud mouth! I’ll show you how to dance!” Roman said dragging Logan on the dance floor. Roman totally schooled Logan on the dance floor, dancing circles around Logan to the point where Logan got dizzy and almost threw up. After they returned tired, sweaty, and still arguing about who pulled off the macarena better, Patton was to be the final victim after Logan pounded another shot. “You’re mine beautiful” Logan said grabbing Patton by the arm. Patton the least objectionable of all the sides. He loved it when Logan just cut loose sometimes and had fun.  Virgil could tell both sides had fun dancing with each other out there, because they looked like they could dance in their own, weird, off-rhythm way. When they got back, Logan ordered another round of drinks… For himself. After everyone took a break to enjoy their drinks, and watch others make fools of themselves, drunk Logan decided that he wasn’t done doing things that Virgil knew he would regret in the morning after he sobered up. “Imm’a gonna go sing again” Logan said trying to suppress a hiccup. As he got up from the table, he started to fall before Virgil caught him. Virgil didn’t think that Logan trying to walk up a flight of stairs, onto the stage, and trying to stay on the stage was a good idea. He was already struggling to keep his balance on the normal floor. “Lo, buddy, I don’t think that this is such a good idea. You already look like a fool down here; do you really want to make yourself look like a fool up there?” Virgil asked trying to keep Logan off of the stage. “Shh, shh, shh Mr. Worry wart! It’s going to be fine! I am the master of me craft!! Don’t worry about it! Gods why are you always so anxious… Oh wait! I know why!” Logan said starting to chuckle to himself as he pulled away from Virgil and started for the stage. Before Virgil could grab Logan and keep him from getting on stage again, it was to late and Logan was already headed towards the stairs. “Oh, relax J D-lightful! He’ll be fine! Besides, don’t you want something to record so we can shame him with it tomorrow morning?” Roman asked Virgil as he got out his phone to start recording. Well, shaming people is something Virgil enjoyed Immensely. So, he guessed that one song wouldn’t hurt. “Okay, one song! Then you get him off that stage! I don’t want him to fall and get us kicked out!” Virgil warned. As the sides sat back, and got ready to watch Logan crash and burn, the music began to play. “Oh, my goodness! This is my Jam!!” Roman said as he began to hear the beat. Virgil began to order another drink, he unfortunately recognized the song as soon as the beat came on as well, and he knew that if he was going to survive this irritating song he was going to need another drink. Logan, who seemed to briefly regain his composure, started to sing “All I do is win, win, win no matter what” he sang as he started to dance. It was a good thing that Roman started recording the whole thing, because Logan looked so ridiculous that Virgil almost felt bad that they were going to shame him with this in the morning. Almost.  And despite being black-out drunk, Logan nailed the wrapping portions that Virgil was pretty sure he couldn’t sing even sober. Singing… The thought kept haunting his mind to the point that even Logan’s awful dancing and great wrapping couldn’t keep him distracted. It was currently 9:20pm, and he had to go on at 9:30pm. Oh Gods, he only had 10 minutes left. What was he going to do? Should he just cancel?  No, if he cancels now, he would just have to do it later. He had to just get up their and do it. It was like ripping off a band aid. It was just like telling the others his name. He just had to do it. Gods, why was this so scary? Virgil’s train of thought was interrupted by the announcer on stage. “Well, thank you very much for that performance Logan! Now we have time for one more song before we have a special guest perform!” The announcer said. “Quickly! Now is our chance Virgil! We need to get up there!” Roman said trying to drag Virgil on the stage. “Woah, woah, woah slow down there Sir-sings-a lot. I’m not going up there.” Virgil said trying to keep himself off stage knowing he was the “special act” up next. “Fine, you’re no fun though!!” Roman said crossing his arms as he made his pouty face for the second time today. Patton then came to Virgil’s rescued and said “Roman! You promised me that we would get up and sing ‘Girls just want to have fun’ with me!” Patton pleaded with his own set of pouty eyes. Roman immediately lit up at the sound of someone wanting to do a duet with him. “That I did padre, lets get up there and show all these subpar singers what Karaoke is all about!” Roman declared as he pulled Patton towards the stage. As Patton looked back, Virgil slowly mouthed “thank you” to Patton for once again saving him and the surprise.  Patton gave Virgil a little wink to let him know that he understood, and then quickly came with Roman to start their song.

As Patton and Roman started singing, Virgil started to have a mini heart attack. He was pretty sure that he was going to pass out. What if Roman thinks this is stupid? What if Roman doesn’t feel ready to do this? Virgil’s Stomach felt like it was climbing up his throat trying to escape. Why had he chosen to do it like this? There are WAY easier ways to propose to someone. Maybe he should try something else. Maybe he could send him an e-mail asking? Maybe he could write Roman a note? “You moron, that’s one of the dumbest things you’ve ever thought” Virgil quietly scolded himself. However, maybe he should think about doing something different, how the hell was Virgil suppose to get up in front of everyone, including the love of his life!? As Virgil was thinking about aborting the plan, Logan had finally returned to the table and had managed to make it without falling over or puking. “H-hey Virgil! How’s it going buddy?!?” Logan asked as he sat down at the table almost missing the chair entirely. Virgil did not feel like talking to drunk Logan right now, what he needed was his regular Logan. The Logan that could give him advice on what to do with this dilemma that he faced in front of him. “Hey Lo, its, um, well, it’s not going great. I’m so nervous about getting up there! I don’t know, maybe I should just try again some other time.” Virgil confided in Logan. He probably wasn’t even listening, but Virgil was hoping that maybe there was still a little bit of the regular Logan still there in the drunken bow-tie wearing mess that he saw now. “NOO!” Logan yelled at Virgil causing Virgil to jump in his seat. “Y-you can’t back out now you gloomy rain cloud! You’ve been preparing this for weeks, and your going to have to do it sooner or later, might as w-well do it now!” Logan said as he reached for a fry from his plate that he had ordered after his 7th shot. “Well, I know I have planned this for a long time, and I definitely want to marry Roman, but I just don’t know if I can get on that stage! All the attention is on me, the lights are bright, people might start getting rowdy…” Virgil despaired. “Oh, who cares what other people think! It doesn’t matter what everyone else says, it only matters what Roman says!” Logan cried. Logan then scooted his chair closer to Virgil’s and put his hand on Virgil’s shoulder which was WAY to touchy-feely for Virgil’s taste. “L-look you sourpuss! I’ve seen you two together, I know how much you love that bratty prince, despite the fact that he cannot dance as good as I can.” Logan said as Virgil rolled his eyes. Wow, delusional and full of himself? Maybe Logan and Roman weren’t that different after all. “What I am trying to say is that you know how much you love him, we know how much you love him, all you have to do is show Roman how much you love him! When you get on that stage, just think about how much you love him and nothing else! Because the rest of it doesn’t matter!” Logan uttered trying to keep himself from puking. Before Virgil had a chance to talk to Logan again, the announcer all of a sudden came over the intercom and shouted “Well that’s all folks! Now its time for our big surprise guest!”. Virgil knew that was his call, and patted Logan on the shoulder and said “You know, even in your most wasted state, you were still able to help me. Thanks, Lo”, then quickly ran onto the stage leaving Logan face first in his sandwich that Virgil would definitely be taking a picture of later to post for everyone else to see.

Okay this was it, it was finally going to happen. Virgil was backstage getting ready for his performance. He was carful to avoid being spotted by Roman as he and Patton walked back to the table. Virgil peaked from behind the curtain, when he did he saw a sea of faces and eyes all concentrated on the stage. It was at this point that Virgil had all butterflies in his stomach disappear, and instead giant frogs took their place and started jumping around in Virgil’s stomach.  He paced quickly up and down backstage. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He can’t do this, he needed to leave, now, there was still time to back out. A microphone was then placed in his hand by the announcer “You’re on buddy, good luck out there” The announcer wished as he walked back to the booth. Virgil lined up on center stage. The curtain was the only barrier between him and the rest of the world. His heart was beating so hard, Virgil could hear his own heart beat in his ears.  “Alright folks! Our special guest here tonight is going to be singing a song for us! He is singing this song for a certain Prince in our audience tonight, so let’s give a warm welcome to Virgil!”. These were the final words Virgil heard before the curtains were pulled and he was blinded by the stage lights. He stood there on the stage for a good minute, just letting the awkward silence fill the room with the occasional cough thrown in. Virgil finally broke the silence by holding the microphone up and saying “T-this is d-dedicated to my boyfriend, Roman”. Virgil tried to find Roman in the sea of eyes to look for his reaction, but the light was to bright to see anyone’s faces, so he just continued hoping the music would start to break this awkward silence. As the music started, Virgil closed his eyes. He thought about all the good times Roman and he had, spending hours in Roman’s world, all the Disney marathons that they had, and countless evenings they have spent together, in each other’s arms. These memories cause Virgil to start to smile. Maybe that is what Logan had been trying to say, because now that Virgil was thinking about Roman, all the anxiety and nervousness that he felt seemed to disappear.  His voice came out steadily, as he began into the first lyric:

You’re not the type, type of guy to remain

With the guy, with the guy too shy to afraid

To say he’ll give his heart to forever….

Virgil quickly felt his confidence start to rise as he opened his eyes and looked into the crowd. Well, they weren’t booing him, and they weren’t throwing things at him, so maybe he wasn’t doing that badly.

I’m not the boy that will fall to his knees, with his hands clenched tight begging, begging you please

To stay with him for worse or for better!

Virgil was finally able to spot Roman and the others in the crowd. He could see Roman smiling, which only filled him with more happiness and confidence. Before this new-found sense of confidence could escape Virgil again, he took a risk and jumped off the stage and started to make his way towards the man of his dreams… and well, Thomas’s dreams.

But I’m staring at you now, there’s no one else around, I’m thinking you’re the guy for me….

Virgil finally made it to Roman, and in the midst of his singing, he took Roman by the hand.

I’m just saying it’s fine by me, if you never leave!

We can live like this forever, its fine by me!

Virgil started to dance with Roman as he sang, which was almost a train wreck considering that Roman was always 6 steps a head of him whenever they danced together.

Who are you, you, you I can see what I need, I can dream realistically…

The mentions of dreams were enough to elicit a smile from Roman

I knew that this was different from the start!

And it seems that every time we’re eye to eye, I can find another piece of you, That I don’t want to lose!

But I’m staring at you now, there’s no one else around, I’m thinking you’re the guy for me…

I’m just saying it’s fine by me, if you never leave!

We can live like this forever, its fine by me!

Virgil then showed Roman back to his chair, as he continued to sing with everything he had in him.

And it’s never easy, darling believe me I’m as skeptical as you…

Roman shot Virgil a playful glare showing the lack of skepticism. Virgil started to smile when he saw his boyfriend looking at him like that.

But when I think of, a life without us, he’s like “what we supposed to do?”

But I don’t want to come on to strong…

I’m just saying it’s fine by me, if you never leave!

We can live like this forever, its fine by me!

As Virgil was about to finish the last line of the chorus, he quickly gets on his knee

I’m just saying it’s fine by me, if you never leave!

We can live like this forever, its fine by me!

Virgil then got out the ring that he had been waiting for so long to give Roman. “Roman, I’ve never been great at expressing my emotions, or talking, or singing… But I was hoping that it would be fine with you if I never leave your side, and kinda spend my life with you. Roman Sanders, will you marry me?” Virgil asked hoping Roman wouldn’t crush his dreams like he did to the Manticorechimeria that he crushed earlier that day. Roman looked like he was about to cry, he had never expected Virgil to go to these extremes to show much he loved him. Especially by getting up in front of everyone to sing a song! Roman let out a small laugh as he answered “Of course I will you Emo-nightmare, as long as you carry Logan to the car, It’s fine by me.”

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Best costume

Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: swearing, alcohol

Genre: Fluff

Word count: ~2k

A/N: My second fic, I accidentally published this wayyy late

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Halloween.

The spookiest time of the year.

Full of ghosts, skeletons, ghouls, screaming kids, last minute costumes, and you can’t possibly forget every single possible thing becoming a ‘slutty costume’.

Slutty nurse? Got it.

Slutty cat? For sure.

Slutty Elmo? You bet.

But this year, picking out a costume had been the last thing to do. You had been too caught up with your friends and planning a good Halloween party to really care about your apparel.

Around 5, you had finally got the last bit of the food set out in your home that you managed to turn into a decent 'haunted house’ with just rolls of orange and black streamers, blackout curtains, some different colored lights here and there. Your friends and a few other friends of theirs are expected to be arriving in just a few hours. Giving you enough time to quickly gather a costume together just before they arrive.

“Brainstorm time. Let’s goooo-” Trying to pump yourself up to think of a costume, you ran to your room, nearly tripping over a pumpkin decoration on your way there. “Ideas, ideas, ideas. Hmm.” You opened your closet, shuffling through what you could think of quickly.

“Hm, maybe Where’s Waldo?” You mumbled, grabbing an old red and white stripped shirt, shaking your head and tossing it to the side.

You got your hands on an old graphic tee with a fake shell bra as the design, “Hipster..modern mermaid?” Scoffing you tossed the shirt to the side, “Yeah no.”

Idea, after idea, a pile of clothing had managed to swallow at least a fourth of your room. “Why didn’t I try to figure this out earlier.” You groaned before leaning back and flopping into the quilted sheets of your queen sized bed.

 After shoving a few shirts off your bed in a frustrated manner, you curled up into a ball and started reconsidering life without a costume. Slowly, your eyes closed, you had managed to tire yourself out from stressing so much about a Halloween costume that your mind drifted off into a light sleep.

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Suddenly your ears filled with the sound of your phone going off, causing you to jolt awake. “Shit I fell asleep!” You started cussing yourself out as you desperately scrambled around to find your phone. Quickly finding the pesky device under a few pairs of clothes, answering whomever was calling you.

“Hello?”

“Y/N answer the door, we’ve been knocking for 10 minutes. Are you even inside?” The recognizable voice of Namjoon spoke softly, chuckling but easily could be losing his shit.

“Yeah! I’m so sorry, I passed out.” Hanging up, you walked over to the door, doing a mental walk of shame for not having a costume as you knew everyone would have some sort of fun outfit on.

Upon opening the door, you were greeted by the many faces of good friends dressed as spooky creatures, you smiled enjoying their creativity but feeling embarrassed for not having a costume as well. “Welcome everyone, come in.” You stepped away as everyone rushed in, looking around and complimenting the decorations.

“Y/N, you’re not in costume?” Hoseok knocked you out of your thoughts, looking him up in down in his silly flower costume.

“Yeah, I kinda forgot to get one and I fell asleep while picking out something.” You sheepishly replied, laughing softly. “Let’s just say I’m an adult who can’t really adult.”

Hoseok laughed and nodded, “So, yourself?” He teased, making you giggle.

“Well youre not wrong. Thanks Hoseok.” Just as you finished your sentence, he shuffled off to go talk with Tae, who you recognized as he was dressed as Snow White. You laughed at the thought of Taehyung as Snow White with Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jin, Jimin, and Jungkook as the dwarves. Thinking about it, Yoongi actually did look like a dwarf.

“Hey, Y/N.” Speak of the devil and he shall appear, literally. Yoongi had his teal hair slightly messy with a pair of dark red devil horns sticking out. He smiled softly as he had grabbed your attention.

“Hey Yoongs or shall I say Satan.” You rubbed the back of your neck, looking at the details of his face a bit more. You noted the dark eye makeup that he clearly didn’t do himself, his soft smile flashed the fangs he had.

“Yeah, I thought the devil would suit me. It also may have been the first thing I saw when I went to the costume store.” Yoongi sheepishly replied, rubbing the back of his neck. “But hey it works and at least I have a costume unlike someone.” He gave a quick up and down look at your casual outfit.

You reached out and poked his side, “At least if I did have a costume I would have put a little more thought into it.” You smiled, repeating the same poking motion in rapid succession before he swatted your hand away.

“Hey, I did put thought into this, do you not see my makeup, my fangs, or my outfit?” Yoongi made a gesture to the black ripped jeans with his white T-shirt tucked in paired with a worn out black leather jacket and black converses, laughing under his breath.

With a roll of your eyes you replied curtly, “That’s literally your everyday outfit, I already assumed those are the only pieces of clothing you owned.”

Yoongi shrugged, “I mean you’re right, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t put thought into it.”

“Mhm, sure. Well I don’t need a costume to drink, so, let’s get this party started.” You left the handsome devil behind as you rushed to the kitchen, passing by the radio and turning up the music that already had been playing.

Namjoon had already been getting into the alcohol as you made it to the kitchen. “Tsk, Joon, drinking without me?” He chuckled and passed you one of the few solo cups of liquor he had poured. Another hand reached and grabbed one of the other glasses, glancing up, you were a little surprised to see that Yoongi had followed you into the kitchen. He smirked slightly as he brought his cup to his mouth, quickly downing it.

Your competitive nature instantly saw this as a challenge of sorts, making you instantly chug down your first cup. You grabbed a second as Yoongi reached for his, making him raise his eyebrows before he started smirking again, his fangs a bit more visible. Soon you were in a mental competition with Yoongi, downing as many cups as you could. He really didn’t seem to care, just nonchalantly drinking the alcohol and making conversation with Namjoon.

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You walked, well really shuffled, your way around the living room, making conversation with the other party goers as they listened, talked, or danced. Upon spotting Yoongi lazily laying on one of the couches, you shuffled your way over, sad that he wasn’t interacting with anyone. “Yoongi-” A whine spilt out of your mouth as you stood by the couch.

Yoongi’s eyes slightly opened, he raised his eyebrows whilst looking up at you while he was laying. “Yeah Y/N?”

With no warning what so ever, you sat down on Yoongi’s chest, causing him to cough.

“Yoongs you need to interact with people, its a party, not a sleepover.” You continued to sit on him even though he tried to push you off, his hands on your thighs.

“Y/N- Move- I don’t wanna interact with anyone.” He spoke grumpily, but you could sense the small laughter in his words. “Get off.”

You proceeded to move but instead of sitting you started full on laying on top of Yoongi. “Nah, I’m good, I’m gonna make you interact with me.”

He looked at you calmly, just blinking for a second before answering. “Well fine, but seriously you reek of alcohol.” He joked, cracking a smile.

“Oh hush, I won the competition of who could drink the most. So, in your face.” You stated and poked his nose, causing him to scrunch his nose up in return before sighing. “There was no competition, Y/N,  but whatever makes you feel better about your unhealthy habits.”

“Shh, no more words, I have an idea for my costume since it was a big deal earlier. I finally know what I wanna be.” You quickly strung words together in your drunken state, tapping your finger on his mouth. “How about, I dress up as your girlfriend?”

Yoongi raised his eyebrows once again at your proposition, feeling a smile coming on.

♡"Only if you stay in character all year"♡

[jamnstories]

Sanha- Elemental Powers AU

Word Count: 1,600

I’ve had a habit for corny lines at the end of the past few story lines >.< oops

Prologue/ Jin Jin/ MJ/ Eunwoo/ Rocky/ Moonbin/ Sanha/ Epilogue

y/n- snow Sanha- fire

Can two opposites really attract?  Fun at the Fair... SANHA YOUR FIRE! BE CAREFUL!

“Mmmmm the person I choose is….” -Ding Dong- “Oh. That must be the food we ordered. I’ll get the tip. Can you open the door y/n?” You nodded as she went to her room. You went up to the door, phone still in hand with Yoon Fire’s profile opened up. As soon as you saw the tall boy in front of you- you did a double take between him and the phone. He still didn't notice as he looked at the receipt and checked the order.

“y/n what are you doing? Get the- huh?” She gasp and the two of you just looked at him. Finally, he looked up as he placed the bags on the ground and looked confused. why would someone put the food on the ground idk but i didn't want him to drop it lol He then saw the phone in your hand, and gasped as he covered his mouth. “Your snowflake!” He pointed at you and started jumping. “This must be fate!” He beamed and took a hold of your hand.

“I'm Yoon Sanha! But you can call me Sanha!... Just you...” He looked at your friend as he whispered pretty loud whisper the last line to you. Still in shock you gave an apprehensive smile “I’m y/l/n y/n. You can call me y/n then...” He smiled at you sweetly. He looked so young and like a child- all you wanted to do was protect him. Sensing she was unwanted by Sanha of course your friend gave him the tip, picked up the food and went into the kitchen.

“Are you free tomorrow?” He smiled innocently. You nodded. “Will you go with me tomorrow? There’s a fair in town and I’ve been wanting to go but my hyungs don’t want to go with me anymore. Jin Jin hyung says I’m too old to be this excited about fairs now. Plus... I’d think I’d rather go with you.” You blushed and nodded. He giggled, “You’re so cute! Not as cute as me though... Mmmm no! You are cuter than me!” He said as he got closer to you making you blush more. 

Your faces were so close you thought he was about to kiss you. but nope cuz he's still an innocent child He jumped back up and gave you a bright smile. “I’ll pick you up at ten!” He began to run away while waving back at you. “So~ I guess you chose him then?” Your friend gave you a nudge with a playful look on her face. You made a snow cloud above her. “Y/N! I was kidding! I’ll help you pick an outfit for tomorrow! Just stop it!” You sighed as you walked away to your room and began to pick your outfit for tomorrow- not knowing what to expect from the bright and cute boy.

Meanwhile: “YOON SANHA! Why does our stove fire keep getting stronger!” “User error~” He joked as he stuck out his tongue. Suddenly he felt a shock from his hyung and he ran away to his room. To be honest, his heart was on fire after seeing you. He drifted off to sleep as he thought about ways to make tomorrow special. “Ah! HYUNG! A BUG!” “It’s just a dust bunny Sanha...” “Oh..”

You were all ready and nervous. It was almost ten am and you were sitting on the couch waited. “y/n, I know your nervous but you’re gonna turn into ice at this rate.” “Ah. Sorry... His power is fire...” “And?” “Mine. Is snow...” “So?” “Aren't they total opposites????” You accidentally yelled at her. “Just cuz his powers are the opposite of your’s doesn’t mean the two of you would be entirely opposite people. I mean he seemed really sweet and totally your type last night... Plus~ He can melt your snow for you so we don’t constantly have a bathroom filled with snow~” She dodged the snowball you threw at her and the doorbell rang. “Saved by the bell” You glared at her.

“Hi y/n!” Sanha stood at the door waving excitedly at you. “Hi Sanha! Bye bestie~... Oh and by the way~ You have a gift in your room! Run Sanha!” You grabbed his hand and ran from the door barely hearing your best friend yelling at you to stop the snow storm in her room.

Panting and laughing, the two of you slowed your pace. “What was that?” Sanha asked curiously. “Oh... She was messing with me before you got there so... I started a blizzard in her room...” You blushed realizing how embarrassing and childish it was but Sanha laughed. “Wow! I wish I could do that!... In stead I only burn things down...” Suddenly you remembered what his profile said “almost set my house on fire as a kid.” “I think there’s beauty in fire. Plus, I can only create. I can never melt my own snow or make it disappear.” His face suddenly lit up, “Really?? I can melt it for you then!” You smiled and noticed steam rising. You looked down, Sanha following your gaze, and noticed it the steam coming from your hands that were still intertwined.

Simultaneously you both spoke, “Ah sorry. my body gets [colder/hotter] when I’m nervous.” You made eye contact and both blushed. “Maybe it is ok to be opposites.” you thought. The two of you continued to walk hand in hand to the fair.

Finally at the fair, the two of you played various games at the booth. Every time Sanha lost he would instantly yell in disappointment, pout and suggest he could beat you at the next game. As you passed by a game booth with a prize, you noticed a cute stuffed toy these are of good quality not those really cheap ones and Sanha noticed. “y/n, do you want that? I’ll win it for you!” He immediately payed the worker and picked up the toy gun. His stance was funny but he looked so serious that it made him cute.

He had five tries to knock down the duck cut-out. First one: missed to the left. Second: way too high. Third: this time too low. Four: he sneezed and accidentally shot straight up. He immediately looked around to see if anyone noticed and turned red when he saw you laughing. You shot up your pointer finger to remind him he only had one shot left. He took his stance again and shot. -Ping Ping Ping- The buzzer went off and the worker congratulated him. He knocked it down perfectly earning him the stuffed toy you wanted. “See! I told you I could win it for you!”

You blushed “Thank you.” He smiled his innocent smile. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and his face turned to shock. You laughed as you grabbed his hand and ran off to go on the rides.

It was already late and the sky had turned dark. The two of you walked home but he led you to an open space at the edge of town next to the river. if you read Moonbin and Rocky’s story lines its the same place “What are we doing here Sanha?” He motioned for you to sit on the grass. “I was thinking about and I decided I wanted to show you how pretty my fire can be...” He stood in the center of a giant circle where no grass was growing.

He bowed and lit up flames in the palm of his hands. He began to juggle them slowly adding more and more. Every time he added a new one it was a slightly different color and slowly it became a gradient of yellow, orange, red, blue, and white. Back and forth between his hands was a beautiful rainbow of fire. Suddenly they flew up and created a circle above him. He began to add flames to the center of the circle. Once he was done, the circle of flames turned and moved down to face you. It wasn’t a circle anymore but a red and orange heart with blue flames making a snowflake in the middle.

He split the flames in half making them disperse just barely within the circle’s limits. He began to walk towards you. With every step he took, the circle of fire went down. Scared the fire would hit the grass- you got up and shouted, “Sanha! Your fire! Be careful!” But it was too late. He stood in front of you and grabbed both of your hands and said “I love you” with his innocent smile. The fire hit the ground just as he said it.

Instead of the grass going up in flames, the fire followed a straight line and suddenly. -BOOM BOOM BOOM- Fireworks began to go off above the river in front of you leaving your mouth agape. “It’s so pretty!” You looked back at him. “But not as pretty as you.” He grinned. You continued to watch the fireworks with him as you both lay down on the grass.

The next day (through text): “y/n! My hyungs keep getting mad at me that I don’t want to introduce you to them :(” “lol what did you tell them?” “I told them they have to get taller than be before they can meet you and then they started beating me up :((” “lol of course they can't get taller than you Yoon Sanha! Tell them let’s all go out tomorrow :)” “ugh~ fine~ but you owe me fries” “haha! yes yes” To be continued in epilogue…

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Diagon Alley, A Draco Malfoy x Astoria Greengrass Story - Chapter 09

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Preperations for the field research + a visit at Borgin and Burkes

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Warnings: harsh language

Slyther on!

Astoria waited at the brickstone corner of the Cauldron Shop, right in front of the Leaky Cauldron. Busy wizards and merchants with cages full of owls, bundles of broomsticks and assorted ingredients for potions walked by. It was five past eight. Where the hell was Draco? Annoyed she tabbed her heel on the cobbles. Things had been a little awkward after their accidental visit at the Ever-Locked Room. Truly, she had been on the brink of kissing him, possibly due to the influence of the Amortensia. Strange how it made her feel butterflies and whatsonot when she hadn’t even drunk it.

 Luckily she hadn’t kissed him. By Merlin’s beard, it would have complicated everything. Any romantical relationship was absolutely out of the question. Therefore, she tried to be as neutral as possible in her letter. But she wouldn’t have thought that the consequence may be him quitting the program. So, she was greatly relieved as a very tired looking Draco apparated with a plop not far from her. Lazily he held his hand in front of his mouth as he yawned and walked over. Astoria stemmed her hands in her waist.

‘You’re late Draco!’ she hissed.

 ‘ ‘m sorry,’ he yawned again ‘I overslept’. He had dark circles under his eyes.

 ‘I can see that, would you mind explaining why you overslept?’

 ‘I couldn’t really fall asleep and then I thought instead of just lying there, I could read a bit more… as I finished the book it was already dawn,’ he murmured.

 ‘You finished the whole book in two days?’ Astoria asked astonished.

 ‘It was kind of interesting. With the dwarves, the goblins, the trolls, the spiders, the animagus, the veelas and of course the dragon,’ he yawned for the third time.

 ‘Not veelas, elves,’ corrected Astoria.

 ‘Yeah, but they can’t be compared with our house-elves. Angel like with long silken hair? Hah, not really… Does the Ministry know about this book?’ he asked with a raised eyebrow.

 ‘Books you mean, there are actually 4 of them. Ah, and movies, I forgot! And the Ministry knows about it. Could you believe it, it’s not only an issue of this particular author. There are all sorts of stories with magic and magical beasts. Luckily the Muggles think that all these creatures are not real. Products of fantasy… But someone must have leaked the information. Probably hundreds of years ago. The culprits should be long dead by now and the Muggles accepted the general idea of our magical beasts as part of their tales and culture,’ she lectured him.

 ‘There are three more books? And what are movies?’ he asked genuinely interested.

 ‘Yes. I can lend them to you if you want. And well, movies are a bit hard to explain. I don’t really know how they work. They're a bit like our photographs but you don’t know the people in those pictures. The people don’t exist in the first place, and they can randomly swap places. Similar to a theater play, somehow. It’s probably the best if I show you some movies and how a television works when we have time.’ said Astoria.

 ‘I guess it won't help if I ask what television is?’ Draco stared at her confused. He stared a little too long, they both blushed and Astoria broke the eye contact.

 ‘Anyway, first we get some money and exchange a bit at Gringotts,’ she said and they went to the bank.

 She was astonished as they got to the Malfoy vault deep down beneath the surface. Three different Goblins, the golden vault key and a drop of Draco’s blood were needed to open the door. And about the content, Astoria didn’t even dare to speak. The Greengrass vault was more than well filled with gold, diamonds, jewelry, and objects of art, but it was still incomparable. After they had their pockets full with Galleons and British Pounds and left the snow-white multistoried marble building she simply had to ask ‘Draco what exactly does your family do? For income I mean. I can’t remember that your parents had ever mentioned it.’

 ‘Well, first there is the Malfoy Apothecary, which sells the finest potions and herbal mixtures. And a superior red wine, if I may add. But mostly from investments. We own many houses and shops from which we get the rent. Here for example,’ he said all smug.

 ‘Where? What shop?’ asked Astoria hushed, he raised mockingly one brow and she added ‘Shops-ss?’.

 ‘Don’t be silly, all of Diagon Alley of course!’ he answered with a grin as broad as it possibly could be.

 That sleek bastard, how ironic he can’t set his feet into most of the shops, she thought.

 ‘Then, Mr Owner, maybe you can get me a rebate at Miss Malkins…,’ she smiled slyly, linked her arm with his and pulled him onwards.

 Miss Malkin had already expected Astoria and dragged her as soon as they arrived into the changing cabinet. There hung a brown golden dress, which Daphne had reserved for her. Astoria didn't like the color nor the somewhat velvety fabric. But it wouldn't matter what she wears at her sister's engagement party. Either way, it would most likely be an awful evening.

 ‘Straighten up my dear,’ said Miss Malkin while fitting the dress. ‘Is Mr Malfoy your company for the occasion? I don't think the outfit you reserved will sit right,’ She asked with a few needles between her lips.

 ‘Oh, no, he's just here with me today for work reasons. And in fact, it would be helpful if one of your girls could help him choose some Muggle clothes,’ Astoria flinched a little as a needle pricked her.

 ‘Sorry my dear, you lost a little weight since your last visit, didn't you? I need to adjust more than I thought. And of course, I will see to it. Maybe you want to look through my other dresses while I instruct the girls?’ Both left the cabinet. Astoria moved very consciously with all the needles attached to the dress. She walked through the rows, her hand gliding over the different materials of the displayed dresses. She stopped at a wonderful silken sky blue dress stitched with little grey pearls, which was shoulder-free.

 ‘You look beautiful,’ Draco said from behind her with an assortion of t-shirt and a black skinny jeans.

 ‘And you're lying, the dress is hideous. Another way of my dear sister to mock me,’ she hissed under her breath so that Miss Malkin and her girls couldn't hear.

 ‘Hm, yeah the dress is not the best, I'll give you that. Why won't you buy the blue one?’ he asked without hushing his voice.

 ‘It looks nice, doesn't it? But I can't, I better avoid Daphne’s drama if she hasn't the prettiest dress at the party…’ she sighed and walked back into the changing cabinet.

 Madam Malkin promised that the brown dress would be ready by the end of the week and Draco paid for his clothes. Before they left he whispered her something in the ear, what Astoria couldn't hear and Miss Malkin only answered by nodding and smiling.

 Out on the street, Draco asked ‘Where are we off to now?’

 ‘To Borgin and Burkes. There’s a certain item I need to pick up,’ she smiled wickedly.

 Astoria thought Draco would pester her with questions about the reason for their visit at the shop she knew he had close ties with in the past. But instead, Draco said nothing and looked rather skittishly as they walked to their destination. Their footsteps echoed from the grey stone paving and the narrow build walls.

 ‘What is it?’ she barked with crossed arms and shot him a glance.

 ‘Can I be honest with you, like honest with Astoria the person and not Astoria Greengrass the employee of the Ministry?’ Draco lowered his voice and flashed her a nervous and apologetic smile.

 Astoria rolled her eyes and sighed ‘Afraid to see old acquaintances of yours, Draco?’

 ‘Uhm, well, not precisely. The thing is, I may or may not have some artifacts with me, which we aren’t exactly allowed to have in our possession. And I thought it would be theoretically better to get them away from our Mansion and away from my delusional father before he could harm anyone, himself included,’ the blonde whispered.

 ‘As an employee of the Ministry of Magic, I just did not hear what you said. As my private self, I would say it’s a wise decision and probably for the best.’

 They turned into the shady part of Knockturn Alley and after a few more paced steps they entered the shabby and old looking Borgin and Burkes. Not that it ever had really flourished but especially after the War not many customers visited the shop for Dark Artifacts. The heavy door and the wooden floor tiles creaked.  

 The old Borgin greeted his potential customers with a bow and a sly smirk in his lips.

 ‘Oh, I’m pleased to see you, Miss Greengrass, still working for the Ministry, aren’t you?’

He kissed her hand, which Astoria rapidly retreated.

‘And of course, the young Malfoy, what an unexpected surprise, I may add. I haven’t seen you for ages…’he paused and waited for any sign of emotions on Draco’s face, who knew exactly what the old fox was hinting at. But Draco remained stoic.

 Borgin bowed again. ‘Ah how could I forget, must be my age. You were under house arrest until recently, weren’t you? It pleases me to see you in good condition. Being stuck at home isn’t quite as harsh as being in Azkaban, isn’t it?’

 Astoria softly nudged Draco’s arm to make sure he wouldn’t lose his countenance as a familiar face appeared behind Mr Borgin. It was Theodore Nott. One more person, whose presence Astoria didn’t enjoy.

 ‘And it pleases me Mr Borgin that the two years of Azkaban haven’t taken much toll on you as it seems. Still as witty as ever and even with a new employee,’ Draco snorted.

 ‘Well, well, what brings you here Mr Malfoy…,’ Mr Borgin rubbed his hands and started to talk business with Draco.  

 Theodore however, stared at Astoria and made a grimace to signal he had something to discuss urgently. Astoria knew far too well in which direction this discussion would go and tried to avoid it but was grabbed by Theodore and pulled through a light grey wooden door with heavy hinges into a small back-room. Draco looked curiously after those two for a second but soon enough turned his full attention to Mr Borgin, who was known to be an artful dodger and rock hard negotiating partner.

 ‘Why are you here together with this blood traitor?, he hissed and stood a little too close for Astoria’s preferences. But the room was so cramped she couldn’t make a sidestep. Calmly she shoved his hand from her overarm and looked him fiercely in his green eyes.

 ‘We work together on this new program for the Ministry and happen to both have business here with Mr Borgin,’ she answered. Theodore wasn’t one of her close friends, but he was a close friend of her sister and there was something creepy about him, therefore, she decided to not disgruntle him.

 ‘He works for the Ministry, eh? How come? Bought his way in or something?’ he snorted dismissively.

 ‘I’m not allowed to tell you any details, but it’s only temporarily,’ she hushed. Not in a thousand years she would rat Draco out and tell Nott how she had found him and how he had nearly died because of a Muggle drug. Draco Malfoy may be someone who people hated, but not a laughing stock. Not when she could prevent it. Astoria knew it was idiotic to patronize Draco. She had no idea why she did it, but she had the strong urge to do so, like a rising fire, which waited to get out of control. Quickly she changed the topic before Theodore would ask any more probing questions.

‘So Theo, I didn’t know you work for Borgin and Burkes?’

 ‘Ah yes, not many places would hire a former prisoner of Azkaban. And besides the nagging old bat, it’s quite interesting here,’ he smirked and ruffled his brown hair. Most likely a poor attempt to look somewhat attractive. She nearly had forgotten how annoying he could be and she wished she could forget the kiss he gave her after the Yule Ball.

 ‘What’s your business little Greengrass. Perhaps I can be of help?’ he spoke softly and with glee in his eyes.

 ‘I ordered a painting a while back and was wondering if you finally had it in store,’ said Astoria.

 Theodore opened the light grey door, let Astoria out and rubbed his forehead.

‘Don’t tell me you’re the person who ordered Phineas?’

 ‘Pretty much,’ she followed him through the rows and caught a short glimpse of Draco, who looked at her bewildered but was busy with Mr Borgin.

 ‘You have a nerve, seriously. The old crock will be more than happy when he’s finally gone,’ they stopped in front of a painting on an easel, covered with black curtains.

Astoria lifted the curtains a bit, except from a dark green velvety armchair it was empty.

 ‘Lucky for you he’s elsewhere. Makes it a lot easier for the transportation. I’ll wrap and shrink it for you,’ said Theodore.

 ‘How much does it cost?’ asked Astoria.

 ‘120 galleons precisely,’ said Mr. Borgin, who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and rubbed his hands. Astoria had expected this much, pulled a shrinked bag full of galleons out of her robe, circled it with her wand and said ‘Engorgio’ before handing it over.

 ‘Boy, wrap the damn thing for the lady,’ he hissed towards Theodore, who was already behind the counter doing so. ‘I’ll count the galleons, if you excuse me,’ stated Mr. Borgin and likewise vanished behind the counter.

 Astoria felt Draco’s presence behind her. With crossed arms he leaned forwards and whispered in her ear, ’What were you doing with Nott back there?’

 She shrugged her shoulders and turned her head a little, ‘Nothing much. He doesn’t like seeing you with me.’ Draco snorted in response and shot glares of hate towards Nott.

 Astoria tugged at Draco’s robe, he looked back down on her.

‘Could you sell all your stuff?’ she asked worried, he nodded.

 ‘Well, that means a few less problems,’ she smiled genuinely.

Mr Borgin waddled back, gave Astoria the neatly brown paper wrapped portrait and a receipt. He bowed in front of her and Draco.

 ‘Thank you for your purchase, Miss Greengrass and it’s always a pleasure doing business with you Mister Malfoy,’ he said toadily. Before they left the shop, Theo yelled, ‘See you at the party, Tori!’

 ‘Tori?’ repeated Draco with a raised eyebrow.

 ‘Please don’t ask,’ Astoria said sharply and tugged him along onto the street. ‘And by the way, I hate this nickname.’