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☕️Milky Coffee Discotrain AU🥛

The Conductor goes the movie vocational school on the moon and Grooves works at a cafe to raise money for his dream. They loves each other but they need to leave for their dreams.

☕️Both of them are not movie directors. They are not even a conductor or a DJ. In this AU, the two met before they succeeded.

☕️The Conductor goes the movie school on the moon to study movies. But his purpose is almost sightseeing. He doesn’t want to be a movie director. Because of it, there is a big differences in enthusiasm between the other students and him.

☕️He likes coffee with plenty of milk and sugar. He drinks it every day, every morning. It didn’t take long for him to find a cafe in the neighborhood of his new house.

☕️Grooves helps a master at the cafe. He has many other job, but he grinds beans there in the morning.

☕️His goal is to success as a musician, but he needs money first to do anything. He works busy here and there for his dream, go to the university and he writes a music with just a little free time. ……While fighting the anxiety of the future: when does this effort fruit?

☕️The Conductor and Grooves met there. Every time they went through the morning, they were falling in love. But they will soon know that not everything will work as well as in the movie.

☕️To begin with, why the Conductor went to the moon? Why he studies movies, not trains?

☕️He knows from the time he was born: he will be a conductor. No matter how much he loves movie, it is not allowed he becomes a movie director.

☕️Originally, he was supposed to study train all the time until he took over the job, but he exceeded his parents’ expectations. He was allowed to be free for only 4 years due to his great results related train.

☕️He loves his family and the Owl Express. He consented to devote himself to the train in exchange for 4 years of freedom.

☕️Once he becomes a conductor, he cannot go anywhere. He decided to go the place where the Owl Express can’t go: the moon. He goes to the school to enjoy movies from different perspectives, not to work.

☕️At this point, Grooves can choice his possibility but he has to make an effort to be what he wants. He ran away his home and came to a distant town after argued with his parents about his future.

☕️There is a piano isn’t used for a long time in the cafe. The master can’t play it, but Grooves can. He lives and works in the cafe on the condition of answering the customers’ requests and helping a little. If he works another four years, he can do everything he has to do for his goal.

☕️He works others places after school because the cafe is only open in the morning. No matter how busy it is, he is still happy. Because he believes it is more fun than living stable life at the mercy of his parents.

☕️They respect each other, but also deny each other to some extent. The Conductor thinks what Grooves is trying to do is reckless, and Grooves can't understand why the Conductor is only trying to run on a predetermined set of rails. However, neither of them will ever put that into words. If they have any complaints, they just shut up and drink their coffee with their words.

☕️After four years, they will be leaving in a big way. The Conductor will return to his hometown to run the train, and Grooves will leave the cafe to pursue his own dreams. They exchange engagement rings and then return to their respective lives.

☕️But fortunately, it was not an eternal goodbye. Besides, their meeting had meaning.

☕️The conductor, after consuming half his free time, would get a little serious about his supposedly unfulfilled dream. Maybe he was influenced by Grooves' aspirations. For example, were there more different possibilities for him that he just didn't know about? ...He gradually begins to develop an enthusiasm for "making" films.

☕️His love of trains and family is genuine. But he will find that his yearning for his films is stronger than he ever imagined. He had not even given up on his own life so easily that he couldn't easily let go of the clapperboard once he had a grip on it.

☕️Grooves would also be reminded of his distant family. Seeing the conductor miss his family, he may have realized that not all the time he shared with them was bad. For the first time in a decade, he would visit his own family home.

☕️There he would finally learn that it was not out of malice that his family had opposed his dream. The first embrace in a long time was enough to rewarm the family ties that had been frozen.

☕️They fulfill their dreams. Grooves was successful and was able to own a large nightclub, and the conductor was able to learn how to balance his dream with his job at home.

☕️Eventually they will resume in the spotlight. There will be none of the negativity they once had for each other. They will giggle and exchange engagement rings, then talk about the latest movies, hit songs, and new rings.

🥛The conductor likes sweet, pure white coffee. Ever since the day he had his first cup of coffee, he has followed that recipe. Grooves drinks it basically without anything in it, but sometimes he changes the seasoning to suit his mood.

🥛They cannot live in a house together, even after they are married. The conductor can't leave the train, and Grooves has his own nightclub. But they decide on one day a year to spend together. Until then, they sleep with a wedding ring.

🥛But the two of them would take the space shuttle as often as they could to celebrate their husband's success. There are plenty of opportunities to call their partners, such as film festivals and contests. Of course they don't do their work just for that, but it is among their motivations.

🥛Even during normal times they call quite frequently. What they talk about there is not much different from what they used to talk about at the counter of a cafe, though. If there is a difference, it is that neither of them talks about their fears for the future anymore.

The End! I wrote everything I wanted to write. I just wanted to publish one of my many notes. If there are any questions I will try to answer them.

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Slytherin Harry Potter(but he is a Gryffindor)/Ron Weasley fic doodle

What is their shipname???? Okay, I have only read the original in Japanese translation. And this post was machine translated. I checked it as best I could, but it is not perfect.

Harry and Ron are indeed friends. Ron loves the time The Boy Who Lived spends paying attention to him. He is completely absorbed in it.

Harry Potter is clearly not the right student for Gryffindor. He chose red and gold just to be 'special' to his friend.

"Pleased to meet you."

His answer was much shorter than Malfoy's rude greeting. But there was an unspoken understanding between them that it would be enough. In less time than it took Ron to blink, they had mutually agreed to it. Malfoy smiled in satisfaction and left them gracefully. It was a momentary lapse. A momentary lapse. What's that all about? It was a big shock, at least to little Weasley. For he had not expected that Harry Potter to shake Malfoy's hand. Ron felt the time that had been so cosy a moment ago suddenly grow boring, and he cast his eyes down. It would be nice if everything worked under clear rules, like chess, but the fact is that it doesn't always work that way. Harry Potter welcomed Malfoy. Ron swallowed the little seed. No doubt, he was happy to have this famous boy's precious time all to himself. He was happy that the boy, who was loved by everyone, could see him, and he felt a strong sense of specialness in that. He was disappointed when that was suddenly destroyed. The seed that had been sown wanted water. Great soil, warm sun and a well-thought-out name. All in order to put up young emerald leaves and put down roots in his 'favourite'.

Ronald Weasley is the youngest son in the Weasley family. Born into a poor but warm home, he grew up just like any other child. In the Weasley family, there is truly something that can only be called love. Ron loved his family because he knew it, but he also realised it no one ever said so openly.

The love from the Weasley family has never been equal.

Unfortunately, Ron realised this early on. The Weasleys loved their children, but there was never a moment when Ron felt more valued by them than Ginny. She was the only princess in a small house full of sons. Her parents clearly cared for Ginny more than any of their children. Surely if Ron and Ginny were to drown in the sea at the same time, they would save Ginny before Ron. Only after she was safe would they finally reach out to Ron. Even if it was not Ginny but his brothers, Ron would still be the last to be helped by them. Until then, who would take care of Ron? Undoubtedly, it was the chess. Only a used-up soldier and an instruction book needed Ron. It was not the Weasleys who told him, "It has to be you", but a white pawn. It was almost inevitable that he would become a chess master. He learnt the rules, learnt the openings, learnt how to guess his opponent's thought. Thanks to this, Ron was able to 'guess a few moves ahead' to some extent within the set rules. Based on this, he could also 'manipulate the situation to his advantage'. The problem is that there are not as many rules outside chess as he would expect. He does not want laws. He wants a promise: 'If you do this, this is what happens.' But no one has ever tried to teach Ron that. Even when he acts to make himself look like an honours student, the mysterious promise messes it up. He would always just stand there and be baffled. It always was＿＿＿ Ron looked enviously at the book Ginny was holding so carefully. He too had books he wanted to read, but when Mr and Mrs Weasley found out, they looked a little annoyed because of their financial difficulties and simply said, "Boys at this age play outside," and went on to the next shop. "There's a big library at Hogwarts. You can read as many books as you like there." It's not that he was expecting a library. What he wanted was attention. That day, Ron bit his lip in a huff. He wasn't even young enough to pretend he didn't know how stupid a way to get stuck in a bookshop, stubbornly, just to get his parents' attention.

That is why he was secretly pleased when Harry Potter was in a compartment, knowing it was a coincidental prank. The boy everyone knew had chosen Ronald Weasley, of all people. Not the rich boy, nor the children who also came from the Muggle community. Ron, who had attracted no attention from anyone, was found by him. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley had nothing in common except that they were the same age. They were different in appearance, birth and love. Above all, he had more than enough 'attention' on both hands, which Ron had always wanted. However, the moment the Hogwarts Express started running, the only person Harry was paying attention to was Ron. How happy that made him. What even his parents had found it hard to give him, he gave easily. ......And how harmful it was for him.

"Gryffindor!"

Harry came running up to the Gryffindor table to thunderous applause, narrowing his eyes happily. A little further away, his brothers were shouting, "We've got Potter!"

"Ron."

Harry tapped him on the shoulder delightedly. Sitting down next to him naturally, he said, "Good. We're in the same dormitory," he whispered excitedly. He felt a strange satisfaction rise up his throat again at the sight of him. Of course. On the train they became friends. The Boy Who Lived's first friend was unquestionably Ron. Not Malfoy. After all, that handshake was just a stopgap. Having concluded this, Ron was completely at ease and watched the rest of the pairing. Come to think of it, the Malfoys are a famous family. (Of course, the Weasleys too.) He probably just decided that he shouldn't make buy him his displeasure.

By the way, Harry Potter was inexplicably strange. Not to mention his appearance, but his existance. He was an honours student. He could study well and was strong in sports. On top of that, he was brave, kind and 'The Boy Who Lived', so his following only grew stronger. Sensing a myriad of attention that was not directed at himself, Ron was more than a little doubt with the perfect Gryffindor student. If he was telling the truth, Harry had never known the magic until recently. He doesn't like reading, nor he doesn't have an unusually good memory.

"Maybe I have a good bond with magic." He explained as he unwrapped the large package McGonagall had sent him. "I didn't get very good grades before I came here, and I wasn't very good at sports." "A bond? Then maybe magic doesn't like me." "Don't be discouraged," he revealed the contents of the box. It was a Nimbus 2000, not a Clean Sweep. "You have chess, don't you?" "If I could get a grade by playing chess, I'd have a game against Snape by now." "Play with me. I've never beaten you."

He said as he made stand his broom by his side. Not teasingly, but seriously. The words made Ron feel better and he replied, "Anytime you're ready." The time for the eyes of the hero who arbitrarily holds the world's attention to turn to Ron alone. There's nothing more interesting than that. In fact, Harry was not a good player.

He probably did not know the theory. Often, without his awareness, the game would start on the kings gambit and end soon after. He always chose only the middle pawns to move, as if he could not forget being told one time that it is important to dominate the middle first in chess. That in itself wasn't wrong, but he was so obsessed with the middle that his subsequent moves were always fatally bad. He's thankful the muggle world has a game of the same name, every time he wins. Also glad he is good at chess. Thanks to that, he can beat Harry Potter, even though his Potions results are dismal. He can get his attention. The only fear is that he will give up trying to beat Ron one day. His brothers were brave enough to challenge him at first, but they soon realised that there were more important things to do than that. Gradually his chess skills became less and less important. So he loved it when Harry would say, a little ruefully, "Play with me again". It was nicer than 'congrats' or 'wow'. Because Ron could see that it was enough to promise that he wouldn't get bored yet.

"Honestly, sometimes I can't believe my eyes. Because that uniform doesn't suit you too well. Nothing describes you more distantly than 'Dauntless'. No real Gryffindor would befriend a Slytherin. A student who befriends the enemy for their own gain is called 'Cunning'."

"I agree with you," replied the sarcastic voice, a voice that Ron knew very well. "Actually, I'm a Gryffindor. I got in there of my own volition, that's for sure." "Not the Sorting Hat?" "Sorting Hat? Oh-" he said, his faint smile betraying no trace of impatience at the mistake. "Yes, the Sorting Hat."

Ron had no idea what that conversation meant. There was the same air in the cellar that he had felt then. It's called 'unspoken understanding'. It is treated as a violation of the basic rules to speak about it. It is customary to talk eye to eye, memory to memory. Really, Harry Potter was incomprehensible to him. One thing he does know is that he looks different from the other Gryffindor students. There is no doubt that he is brave and courageous. He was the first one to run out to retrieve Neville's Remembrall. Despite this, that red uniform doesn't suit him very well. Even now it didn't. He was more 'natural' when he was talking to Malfoy in the cellar than when he was playing games in the Gryffindor common room. It was as if he looked like a Slytherin student, despite the fact that his tie was red.

"Can I go now? It's almost lights-out time." "I know that, but Potter-" Malfoy coughed. "No, Harry. If you want to go back to Slytherin, you can tell Professor Snape that." "Thank you, Malfoy. If it comes to that, I'll count on you."

Harry approached the door to leave the cellar. Ron hurriedly put away his extendable ear and ran as fast as he could up the stairs before the door opened. He spat the password with ragged breath at the fat lady and prepared to start on his homework report. He wrote the title in messy handwriting, opened some books and waited for the hinges to open again. His head was filled with a whisper that he had just heard. He had chosen Gryffindor of his own volition. So should he have originally been chosen for another dormitory? A student who would befriend the enemy for their own gain. What on earth did Harry value in Malfoy? At least on the train they would have met for the first time. Besides, even when the classes started, they didn't seem that close. No, no. Malfoy is a Slytherin. They were close without Ron's knowledge. Then was that incident that led to his being selected for the Quidditch team actually 'just designed to happen'? He wished he could have said it was just paranoia, but even he could see the marks of the promises made.

At that moment, there was the sound of a hinge opening, far behind his back. Ron picked up his pen with a bitter feeling. Why had Harry chosen Gryffindor? Was it because his first friend was a Weasley? No way. Even if he had chosen Slytherin, he would have had Malfoy. Or was it because he was proud to be The Boy Who Lived? If that was the case, why did he shake his hand?

"Ron," Harry approached the table where Ron was sitting, exactly as usual. "That report's still a week away from being due. Aren't you going to sleep?" "You're the one," the nib of his pen, which kept looking for a place to write, wobbled about, lost. "Where have you been?" "I told you. Penalty."

"Right. Can you see Malfoy as Snape?"

As soon as he said the words, the air that had been flowing gently until then froze as if it were a lie. Ron stared into Harry's eyes. He couldn't take it anymore. He had learned many people's secrets and kept them to himself, but tonight, he couldn't help but ask it. Likewise, Harry gazed back into Ron's eyes. The emerald green were not perturbed at all. On the contrary, it was like he knew exactly what was going to happen.

"Oh. You saw us," he readily admitted. "I did not tell you a lie, you know. Just that it ended too soon. Malfoy's arrival was just a coincidence. He's in Slytherin and Snape is a housemaster. He probably had something to do and just happened to find me there." "It didn't sound like the kind of talk he would do if he happened to find you, though." "I didn't have the impression either that you were the kind of person who would do homework at late night."

Harry nodded his head and took up one of the open books. "Put them away. We'll do it together tomorrow." He insulted me. Whatever the truth, Ron felt that way. It was just like when George or Fred would cover up a story they didn't want their brother to touch. Or when the Weasleys realised Ron needed to buy books too and wanted to leave the bookshop early. But Ron wasn't timid enough to bite his lip in silence again.

"......Why did you choose Gryffindor?" "Why don't you ask the Sorting Hat?" "I'm asking you. Why didn't you go to Slytherin?"

"Why didn't I go to Slytherin?"

His eyes narrowed. If he did so to smile, it was too eerie a movement. It was not unlike a lion's stare. It was more like the kind of look a snake would give when it has found its prey. As far as Ron knew, no student in Gryffindor ever smiled with a face like this. If this hero was a true Gryffindor student, that was not the case. Harry released the book onto the table.

"Because you're a Gryffindor, Weasley."

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