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blueprint-han · 3 years

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a musical encounter.

pairing: music major senior!han x music major junior!reader

genre: university (?? idk) au; fluff.

⇥ warnings: very terribly™ written by a person who has a -8.9 knowledge in music, also the singing parts are not very well described and this may seem incomplete because i’m trying to force teach myself to write short, but oh well 🤧 I wanna write a longer fic based on this in the future hhhhhhhh. me after writing this fic: wow i really clowned myself at “short fic” didn’t I 🤡 also not proofread so be mindful of errors and google autocorrect <//3

word count: 1.7 K 🤡

⇥ disclaimer: this writing does not aim to represent the activities of the real Han Jisung, nor does it represent JYPE in any form. Events are pure fiction. ♡

type: blurb drabble 😭 (why can I never write sh0rt hmph >:( )

network tag: @stayverse @districtninewriters @inkidz + @sunoo-luvs

part of: the url drabble game; requested by @missinghan :’’) (requests for this are closed now!)

!!; song y/n is imagined to sing here is ‘Freedom 90, the Pitch Perfect Version (of course, with pre added acappella). You may find the song here, if you wanna listen to it. hhhhhh this is based on my rusty research about music equipment (which may be wrong) so if this is not what it’s supposed to mean please go easy on me. 😂

↯ note: hhhhh okay so this one has no direct mention or relation to your url but I rather picked it up from your url ~vibes~ (since the only idea that was dropping into my head was making han go missing ufhurg) so I hope you don’t mind ! Hope you like it uwu 💓 Happy reading. <3 Again this will not compare to your writing queen, but I tried. 😔 ⇥ dawn.☀️

“Gosh, this is a music recording, not a date — what’s there to be scared about?” Your friend chided, setting up the mic and the filter as you panicked behind the glass. “You’re a music major! Isn’t this supposed to be what you do?”

“You’re saying that like you aren’t one, and you totally didn’t freak out two days ago, Sana.”

Sana huffed, shaking her head before moving to connect all the wires in place. “Yeah. but…” Her voice came out low when she crouched down to fix all the wires. “The nerves shake off eventually. You’ve nothing to worry. Did you hydrate?”

“I’ve been sipping on this water bottle for the past half an hour!” You sighed, walking inside the booth to stand next to your friend. “And what do you mean ‘shake off’ — you mean that time you ‘accidentally’ broke the headphones when you wear putting them on?” A bite of your lip to stifle your laugh, and Sana’s mouth dropped open in disbelief.

“Wow, you’re gonna-” She slapped your arm after getting up. “-bring that up even though we had an agreement that we’re gonna keep it a secret?”

“Okay, ouch that hurts!” You chortled. “There’s no one here though, I still kept my promise.”

“Yeah right, in a rented schoolroom studio, with cameras everywhere.”

“They still wouldn’t be able to hear me, right?” You pointed out, bursting into a fit of giggles, nervousness be damned when Sana pouted in defeat.

“Fine, now help me set this up. Come onnnnn…” Your friend shook your arm violently to kick you out of your laughter. You shook your head, crouching over again to fix the wires while your friend set up all the equipment outside the booth.

“All set?”

“Yeah…” You took a deep breath fixing your dress up a bit before reaching your hand out, fitting the headphones snug over your ears. Your eyes caught on something black lying on the tables, and you pointed it out.

“Whose headphones are those?” You pointed out, and Sana looked to the direction. “Eh,” she brushed it off. “Probably the person who’d received this room to record before, they’ll take care of it.” You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, nodding. “Now come on, let’s start. We have to submit this tomorrow and I have a movie date, so it can’t get later than this.”

“Alright,” You chimed, clearing your throat once, twice before inhaling deeply. You were surely nervous before, but somehow singing always helped you disconnect from your surroundings, it was your escape — one of the main reason you’d chosen music technology in a heartbeat when you found out it was an option for your major.

“Ready? And, go.”

Sana hit a button, causing soft music to play through the headphones, a melody she’d carefully crafted over nights of 3 am coffee and many, many texts to you — most of them saying “I wanna sleeeepppppp waaaaa”. You’d obviously heard it before but you realised why it took her so long (nearly a week), because it was near perfection.

“Heaven knows I was just a young boy~”

The song went pretty smoothly on the most part, with Sana stopping you in between verses and and going over parts she wanted you to repeat, which you gladly complied. She was the senior, of course.

When it cam down to the last verse, about half an hour had passed — and you felt pretty good about it. your vocals were shining pretty well and blended with the music perfectly, which put you at ease.

“Okay, let’s finish this.” Sana said, focused on changing up the settings, before giving you a countdown, hitting play. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you waited for the beat drop to end, leading to your high note. That again. went pretty well, along with the rest of the song, finishing it up with an exhale.

When you removed the headphones and got out of the booth — you met the eyes of someone you did not expect to see standing there.

“O-Oh, hello Han-ssi.” You bowed down in gratitude, overly surprised of his presence.

Han was, just like Sana, your senior. He was one of the best students in your academy — of course, scoring the highest grade in all of his tests. Many would say otherwise because of his tsundere nature, but you could tell that he had a burning passion for music under those eyes. You’d listened to his tracks in various events your university hosted — and safe to say you were in love with his music. He had a way of making his tracks sound so… real? And natural — the kind that you wouldn’t get bored of no matter how many times you heard it.

Han bowed back and mumbled a silent “hello~” back to you before extending hia hand past you to grab the headphones placed on the table. Ohhh, so that’s why they were familiar. You’d noticed them hanging around his neck multiple times on campus.

Once he’d chatted with Sana and you for a bit (more Sana than you) and bowed before he left, you grabbed Sana’s arm before pulling her towards yourself.

“How long was he here for?” You whispered, a pout on your face.

“Umm, I think throughout the last verse?” Sana shrugged.

“What?” Your shoulders slumped. “Didn’t he come to pick up his headphones?”

“Are you seriously getting flustered right now?” Your friend narrowed her eyes playfully, making a teasing noise as she pushed at your shoulder.

“Ah,” You rolled your eyes. “Stop being so teasing, I’m just a little shy of anyone else hearing my singing.” You flapped your hand to brush her statement away — before she could say something or point it out how evidently flustered you’d grown of the fact that your role model — the Han Jisung — had listened to your music.

“Well, you’re a music major, kid. Get used to it.”

And with that, Sana bid her goodbye to you, helping you wrap up the place before hopping down the stairs, earphones plugged into her ears as she hummed a tune all the way.

You silently stood in front of the elevator, playing with the hem of your sleeves as you waited for it to arrive. Curse at your studios for being on the last floor of the building, waiting for the elevator seemed like an eternity.

You also didn’t notice the random person that stood beside you. it was getting late anyways, the sun was almost close to setting by the time you were done, so it was only obvious that the remaining students would go home.

“So, you sing?” A very familiar sounding voice echoed in your ears, and you flipped your head to the side, once again meeting the eyes of someone you didn’t expect to meet right now.

And of course, if was Han Jisung.

Now that you weren’t freaking out (but you were close to), you could focus on him a little more properly, and you immediately noticed the headphones hanging around his neck, again. He had a large black hoodie on, his hands were shoved into his pockets and his hair was neatly combed and parted. If you had to describe him in three words, it’d be “messy but clean”.

“Oh, h-hello again.” You bowed.

“Hi!” He reciprocated your actions, looking at you. “My question?”

“W-what?” Your eyes widened as you fiddled with the edge of your shirt.

“You sing?”

“I-” You started. “I do, I’ve loved singing since I was six.”

“Oh.” Jisung nodded, letting his words trail of for a second. “You sing really well. I listened to that last part of the song — really well done.”

Tensing up, a smile tugged at your lips. “R-really?”

“Yeah,” Jisung chuckled. “You have a pretty voice, Y/N. And that’s a genuine compliment.”

“O-oh.” You felt yourself grow bashful of his presence all of a sudden, your cheeks feeling hot as the heat spread to your cheeks. “Thank you.” You mumbled, diverting your gaze from your eyes as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “That’s so sweet of you to say.”

“I mean it.” The boy said, frowning. at the sight in front of him — your eyes drifting from place to place and the way you shifted from one foot to other — you seemed to be uncomfortable, but in reality you just didn’t know how to respond. “You okay?”

“A-ah, I am, it’s just.” Moving your hands around, you tried to put your thoughts into words, only to fail miserably, before you sighed and collected yourself. “I just really like your music a lot, and I…” You trailed off, rubbing at your shoulder. “Kinda look up to you, so hearing you say that, it just means a lot to me. Thank you”

The boy standing beside you beamed like sunshine at your response, gently poking at your shoulder as he eyes you mischievously.

“You look up to me, huh?” He giggled when you stumbled over your words, bringing a hand to rake through his hair. “You’re adorable, I’ll tell you that too.”

“Oh my god stop, do you want me to combust?” You laughed, the nervousness laced throughout your statement.

“Okay fine,” Jisung nodded, attaching his headphones to the audio jack of his phone, rummaging through his playlist. “You wanna come to my studio once?”

“What?” Your head snapped in his direction, eyes widening as you took in what he said, excitement filling your veins? Han Jisung’s studio? Seeing him make music in front of your eyes? Is this a fucking dream?

“I mean, only if you want to, of course. I was just asking because you seemed like you’d like to see my music making process. You don’t have to say yes though.”

“Oh gosh, no, I’d love to!” You yelped, stopping him in his tracks. He smiled gently, nodding at you as he scratched his chin in thought.

“So, tomorrow morning is fine?” He looked at you with almost, almost pleading eyes, and you felt like your heart melted into a puddle on the spot. He was cute.

You smiled, shyly nodding as you quickly went through your schedule in your head. “I can work with that.”

“See you tomorrow morning then.” The elevator chimed, the doors sliding open as the both of you got in, giggling at each other.

You couldn’t wait for tomorrow morning, that was for sure.

*silently puts on clown hat and leaves*

↯ note: 🕯️ ignore me this is just a small prayer that tumblr doesn’t make me battle the tags yet again 🕯️ may the tumblr gods be in my favor atleast this once ;-; 🕯️ ⇥ dawn.☀️

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forcefuried-a · 4 years

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some notes on harry potter verse—

anakin is a member of the skywalker family, a powerful pureblood family that stretches back generations. however, his mother, shmi, is a squib, and the other members of his family are dicks so she has had to suffer from that all her life.

anakin does not have a biological father, as he was created by the dark wizard sheev palpatine, who was the current president of MACUSA and was going to use his position to rule wizarding america as an absolute dictator. shmi went to him in desperation when he said he would experiment on her to see if he could give her magic. instead he used her for all sorts of other weirdass experiments, including one where he impregnated her using magic alone. so technically in that way palpatine was his dad, but biologically he is not; if anakin took a DNA test it would just show his mom’s 50% DNA and the other half is a big unidentified ???????

he was also like, an opposite harry potter, there was a prophecy about him being the one who would lead palpatine to dominion over the united states. after learning this, sheev killed shmi so he could have baby anakin all to himself and raise him solely in dark magic to ensure that the prophecy would come true……joke’s on him, though, because the prophecy conveniently forgot to mention that anakin would eventually be his downfall.

ani didn’t go to ilvermorny. palpatine put him in a school for the dark arts, so basically like, an edgy hogwarts. don’t tell me those schools don’t exist, because they totally do. this school--the american chapter of the bogan institute, named for bogan, its founder and the first dark wizard and also the name of the dark side of the force in star wars canon--was literally evil hogwarts all the way down to the sorting system. there were four castes, one each based on the different paths to corruption that people might face in their lives:

massassi, or those guided by emotions--those who study dark magic because they want to fulfill an emotional need, such as unleashing their anger on the world. name is taken from the star wars sith language word for the warrior caste; accordingly, HP verse massassi are known to be the most violent.

zuguruk, or those guided by knowledge--those who study dark magic because of the truths it reveals. name is taken from the sith language word for the engineer caste; accordingly, HP verse zuguruk are known to be the most inventive and knowledgeable about the arcane arts.

kissai, or those guided by purpose--those who study dark magic as a means to a greater end. name is taken from the sith language word for the priest caste; accordingly, HP verse kissai are known to be the most idealistic.

siqsa, or those guided by power--those who study dark magic for its own sake and just like the rush of power that it gives them. name is sith for the word “demon”; accordingly, HP verse siqsai are often the most frightening and inhuman in their search for power.

anakin was stalled between massassi and kissai before finally choosing kissai, purpose. his purpose was as it was in star wars canon: to stop those he loved from dying.

anakin is the school’s most powerful student, a prodigy who excelled his peers not only in his raw magical skill but also in the anger and hatred he possessed--nobody could have imagined that later he would have turned good. though most students graduate at age 17, he managed to attain all the basics in half that time, graduating his basic classes midway through his third year there and moving on to the equivalent of university studies.

shit happens, i don’t know exactly what, but he is still young when he helps palpatine stage a hostile takeover and turn MACUSA into a dictatorship. he does not have his canon vader mask and suit (because let’s face it that feels so out of place in the HP world), but he does have a black mask and suit of some sort that hides his identity and gives him a different voice. he fights like an adult many times his age, especially with wandless and nonverbal magic. and since he’s also quite tall underneath the suit and mask, nobody has any idea that palpatine’s enforcer, a man who goes only by the name of “vader,” is actually just a 16-year-old boy.

when he is 20 years old he meets padmé amidala, a young witch of the same age whose father was a senator in MACUSA and who was a double agent working for the resistance against palpatine. through working with her as both anakin and vader he falls in love with her, feeling love for the first time in his life ever since he felt it for the mother he never got to know. she is revealed to be a double agent, and anakin is tasked with killing her, but instead, he lets her go--saving both her and their unborn children. he takes off his mask and confesses his love, and she is shocked that the man she loved was the man she had hated all along. she replies that she can never love him after everything he’s done, but she acknowledges that he must still have some good in him if he let her go--and she becomes determined to bring out his goodness.

palpatine finds out about this and he is INFURIATED. but anakin had chosen his path--he couldn’t put this into words, but love is a more powerful motivator than anger and hate. it is at this point that he turns away from palpatine’s so-called “american empire” for his lover and his children. he resolves that even if he can never have her back, and even if she never lets him see their kids, he won’t let them be hunted by palpatine for the rest of their lives. palpatine meets his end when he captures a pregnant padmé and has her brought in front of anakin to be publicly executed--he demands that anakin kill her in order to remove the weakness in his heart. however, the emperor miscalculated. instead of firing the killing curse at her, anakin pointed his wand upward and tried to avada kedavra palpatine instead. he ducks the curse, but is killed in the resulting duel.

anakin’s actions earn back her love, but the two of them are only reunited briefly before padmé dies in childbirth. the last thing she does is touch his cheek and whisper, “i knew…i knew there was still good in you…” before closing her eyes.

right now he is?? not doing great like………he was raised all his life to be evil, only recently came out of that, lost the love of his life……not to mention he was a single dad at 22 and he has no idea what to do with kids because he never had a childhood. he does somewhat better in any timeline where padmé lives, but overall he is just hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh about everything because he was basically a child soldier, people, everything weighs on him and everything hurts. i guess the good news here is that some people are sympathetic to him once they’ve realized that he’s basically been groomed all his life to be an agent of evil and he was literally a minor when he did a lot of the nasty shit that palpatine had him do--so he doesn’t lack for support.

after completing his rehabilitation he becomes an auror working for MACUSA. he also has a muggle robotics hobby on the side, he’s always been an inventor even while he was in school. he’s really fascinated with cybernetics and wants to make a wizarding equivalent.

and some vital stats—

wand: yew and dragon heartstring, 10.5”, flexible

animagus form: wolf—i picked this one for him because wolves are often associated with evil, yet they are also canines, which means that they can also be associated with good qualities such as loyalty, bravery and strength.

patronus: formerly a wolf, but changed to a swan after he fell in love with padmé.

hogwarts house (granted to him honorifically): gryffindor. most people expected slytherin due to his past, but when he was sorted it wasn’t even a contest, the hat yelled gryffindor even before it touched his head.

ilvermorny house (granted to him honorifically): wampus—the house of warriors.

#headcanon. || HARRY POTTER AU #worldbuilding. || HARRY POTTER AU #the chosen shadow. || HARRY POTTER AU

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