#I WASNT EVEN EXPECTING THIS I BARELY MANAGED TO TAKE PHOTOS BEFORE IT WAS OVER

[lil-xiao-200bc]

#NO FUCKING WAY #THEYRE SO OBVIOUS #THIS AINT EVEN ABOUT THEM #I WASNT EVEN EXPECTING THIS I BARELY MANAGED TO TAKE PHOTOS BEFORE IT WAS OVER #xiaolumi #VERY canon ship i can’t stress this enough

[stanchonkyman]

☆Fear of Heights☆

☆Stanley Pines x Reader☆

♡Fluff♡

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You had been waiting all day for this moment. It had been a long day at the Mystery Shack. The place had been flooding with customers, just waiting to be scammed by none other than Stanley Pines, better known as Mr. Mystery. Though, that had became part of the fun for everyone in Gravity Falls. You, of course just loved the place. You started working there in the beginning of the summer, meeting Stan, Wendy, Soos, and of course Dipper and Mable. You loved them of course. They felt like family to you by now.

But there was someone who always managed to spark more feeling in you than others.

Stanley Pines.

You stood at the sink and washed your hands of all the grime you gained while working, when you felt a presence behind you. She froze and turned your head slightly. Stan was there meeting your gaze. "Oh-! God- Hey there, Stan." You greeted with a slight sigh if relief. "You really startled me there." Stan laughed at your statement. "Hey. That's what I'm here for." He winked, getting a chuckle out of you. This brought that genuine smile to his face that you always loved. Surprisingly, you were the only ones aside from Mable, and Dipper that could manage to give him that smile. The thought of that always warmed your heart.

"Okayyyy.. well, why exactly were you trying to sneak up on me? Its not like you just wanted to scare me." You urged, giving a playful smirk toward Stan. Though, he kept his little smile and looked to the side. "Well. I actually did have something to ask of you." He said. "Oh? What is it?" You tilted your head with curiosity. "Mable, Dipper and me are going to the carnival tomorrow. How about you come along?" He asked. It felt like fireworks were going off inside you. Finally. Some more time with Stan outside of work. That was always a good time.

"Of course! Sounds fun!" You chirped. "Great. See you tonight at 5." Stan grinned. You nodded. "Perfect." You swung your arms around him in a happy hug. You felt Stan stiffen at your motion. You froze and noticed how forward you could have seemed. But before you could pull away, his arms wrapped around you in return. He relaxed into the hug and laid his head against your shoulder. Your face heated up and you gave a light chuckle, just glad you hadn't upset him with your move. "Well. I'll see you then. Dont have too much fun without me." You released yourself from the hug and sent him a wink before basically flying out the door. "You dont have to tell me twice!" He shouted to you with a wave, followed by a distant chuckle.

Once you got home, you nearly melted into your bed. The amount of joy you felt was indescribable. You quickly got up. You did want to look nice.. Stan was going to be there after all. He may be old, but he certainly has standards. You went and opened up your closet, having yet another spark of joy when you saw all the photos of you and the pines family attached to your door. So, you picked out some jeans and a nice comfortable top. After a moment, you put it on and looked in the mirror. You (S/C) skin looked radiant and your (H/C) strands fell delicately. You made any more adjustments till you felt it was perfect. You shot yourself a smile. "Well, (Y/N). Here we go." You grabbed a bag and slung it over your shoulder before sprinting out the door.

After running along the sidewalk for a while, you saw the carnival out in a field. There were rides and cheesy games with prizes, along with those snack stands with all the crappy fried foods. You hadn't been to a carnival in so long.. you nearly felt like you were a kid once more. The smells and the sounds of laughter really gave you a sense of joy. Of course it would be even better as soon as- "Hey (Y/N)! (Y/N)! Over here!" There it was. Mable called your name and turned and jogged over to the group. "Hey (Y/N)! I'm so glad you could make it!" Mable gushed happily, jumping up and hugging you happily. She had become very fond of you over the summer. Dipper looked up and smiled awkwardly. "Hello (Y/N)." He greeted. You waved back to him happily, then feeling another pair of arms wrap around you from behind.

"Stan! Hi!" You chirped, not even having to look back to know it was him. You recognized that hold anywhere. "Hey there (Y/N). I see you didnt ditch us." He grinned, releasing you from his strong grip. For an oldie, he was pretty strong. And that didn't surprise you in the least. You laughed. "Of course I wouldn't ditch you! Why would I do that? You guys are my best friends." You smiled happily to the three. Earning big smiles from each of them. "Ohhhh!!! Grunkle Stan! (Y/N)! I have an ideaaaaa!" She said through a near squeal. Dipper noticed what she was talking about and immediately recoiled and looked at you and Stan. Stan and you looked at one another then back at Mabel. "What is it?" Stan questioned and you nodded as if wondering the same thing.

"You both should go on the ferris wheel together!! You know, like couples do when they get to the top, then give each other and kiss!" Mabel chirped. Both your and Stans faces erupted in a red color. "Mabel-!" You choked out, covering your mouth. "Theres no way in hell-" Stan was cut off by Mabel. "Why notttttt? Are you scareddddd?" She grinned, holding her arms between her back with a seemingly innocent smile. "Oh boy.." Dipper facepalmed and shook his head slowly. "I-" Stan gritted his teeth. "You.." he looked at you. Then back at Mabel, narrowing his eyes. "I ain't scared. I ain't scared of anything." Suddenly, Stans hand grasped yours tightly, your hand basically be engulfed by his.

Before you could protest, Stan was at the ferris wheel. "Go ahead and get in." He told you. You bit your lip and did so. Stan took a breath and got in beside you. The person working the ferris wheel lowered the bar once your seatbelts were secured. Stan still gripped your hand.. and when the ride jerked to a start, his hand tightened around yours. You winced and bit your lip, carefulling looking at Stan. He looked like he was trying to keep a calm face, but he was sweating a bit. He looked.. nervous or scared? Was he afraid of heights? You weren't sure, but you rubbed his hand softly with your thumb. He looked at you. "You okay...(Y/N)?" He asked in a tone as if he was as trying to sound tough.

"Yes... I'm fine. Are you okay though? You seem stressed.." You said softly, wrapping your free arm around him carefully. The cart rocked, causing Stan to flinch. "Hey, hey. Its okay." You said softly, rubbing his arm gently. "You don't like heights, do you?" You questioned softly. Stan looked at you cautiously, shaking his head slightly. "Alright. That's fine. It doesnt matter how tough you are. We all have fears." You reassured him. He shook his head. "No.. I'm not scared." He said. "Its okay to be vulnerable, Stan." You moved and held both of his hands in yours. "Everything's going to be okay. We're going through this together." You reassured him, holding his hands tightly. Then, the ferris wheel stopped. You looked around and that's when you noticed. You were at the top.

Stan froze in place, keeping his 'tough' face. You could sense the stress radiating off of him. "Stan.." you looked at him and cupped his cheek. He looked at you quickly, subconsciously leaning into your touch. Your cheeks warmed slightly. "I'm right here. You're safe. Just focus on me." You told him, earning a small nod from him. He leaned closer to you. "Stan?" He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The cart rocked slightly and Stan barely reacted this time. He seemed focused on something else. And that something was you. He leaned his forehead against yours. Your face burned a deep red. You could faintly hear Mabel cheering in the background. Stan gave you a look as if asking for permission. You thought for a second. Then have a soft nod. "As long as it's because you want to.."

Without another word, Stan's lips touched yours, and like that the world seemed to freeze. Everything froze and all you could feel was the man in front of you. You cupped both of his cheeks and closed your eyes, melting into the kiss. His scruff brushed against your skin. His hands tightened around your waist to keep you secured. You rubbed his cheek gently with your thumb. It was soft and loving.. which wasnt something you expected from Stan. You expected it to be rough almost, but not in this moment. Maybe it was the fear or the stress. All traces of tension left his body when he pulled his lips back to take a breath. His forehead rested against yours. "Everythings okay. We survived." He looked up. You both reached the bottom of the ferris wheel.

The bar lifted up and the both of you got up, gripping each others hand as you stepped forward, back to Mabel and Dipper. "OH MY GODDDDD!! I got a new scrapbook moment! Look!" Mabel held up her scrapbook, showing both you and Stan a picture of your guy's kiss. Your face reddened. But Stan merely smiled. "Nice catch, sweetie." He ruffled her hair, earning a happy giggle from her. "Anyways, you both go play around. (Y/N) and me have some fun to have." Stan looked at you a sent a wink your way, causing you to go more red than before. Mabel nodded and grabbed Dippers arm, running off and soon theh dissapeared into the crowd. You looked back at Stan. He grinned at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You couldnt help but smile. "So.. does this mean?" You questioned shyly. Stan wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "Take it as you will, toots." He pressed another kiss to your temple. You giggled and laid your head against him. Today was a good day..

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[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Strangers (Pt.6)

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As usual, Virgil hadnt slept very well, he'd been plagued throughout the night by memories that werent his, and this only worsened when he walked into the living room to see six silver necklaces on the table, each shaped as a different animal.

"JANUS- PATTON-" Virgil stood as far from the table as he could manage, backing against the wall.

"Virgil? What's wrong?-" Patton was the first to speak, rushing to Virgil's side.

"What are- what are those doing here-" Virgil whispered, pointing a shakey hand toward the necklaces.

"Relax Virgil- we're just researching them, you're still wearing the spider necklace are you not?" Janus said as he entered the room.

"I cant take it off. . ." Virgil said softly.

"We'll find a way, eventually, for now we need to research," Patton said, before walking over to the table, followed by Janus. Virgil waited a few seconds before sitting down as well.

"So what do you know so far?" Virgil said, scanning the necklaces.

Aside from the purple-eyed spider around his neck, and the red-eyed wolf Romulus possessed, he counted six other colors on the table in front of him.

A blue-eyed frog, an indigo-eyed unicorn, a yellow-eyed snake, a green-eyed kraken, a pink-eyed dear, and a black-eyed fox.

"Other than the fact that the color schemes bare a frightening resemblance to the color-coded friend group we maintain, not much," said Janus.

"So you brought more potentially cursed necklaces into the house without any idea of their relation to us." Virgil said monotonously.

"Well- we cant be sure all of them are cursed- I mean Roman's the only one acting different-" said Patton.

"That thing isnt Roman. I refuse to associate the two." Virgil growled. Patton flinched slightly and Virgil felt a guilt well up in his chest.

"Well- they all involve specific animals and colors obviously, and Romulus keeps calling me. . . Princess. . . And the girl in my dreams was slated to be royalty last I checked, so. . ." Virgil said, trying not to vomit as the word princess swam in his head in that condescending tone of Romulus'.

"The could be part of a royal court or guard! Virgil you genius!" Patton said excitedly. Virgil blushed slightly and moved to cover his face.

"I think this would be better resolved at the library," said Janus.

After an hour or two of deliberation and subsequent preparation for leaving the house, the trio found themselves huddled up in separate corners of the library.

Which, reflecting back, wasnt the best decision.

"Princess! I didnt see you home last night! I thought you promised you'd be back for dinner. . ." Virgil froze as he heard Romulus speak, he could move or think or breath or talk. All he could do was stare ahead of him and feel the tears running down his face as Romulus pulled him closer, as he felt Romulus' breath on his neck.

"You're breaking my heart again princess, I thought you loved me," Romulus whispered, he didnt sound upset.

"Let's get home, you obviously havent taken your meds," and Romulus was pulling him away from the library. It took several steps and almost reaching the door for Virgil to find his voice.

"How dare you touch me. How dare you try to act as though you missed anything more than a pretty little toy you can mock and stare at to make yourself feel better." That got the libraries attention, and, to Virgil's satisfaction, a frightened expression on Romulus' face. But something in his gut told him he hadnt been the only one speaking those words.

Soon enough Janus and Patton had emerged from their corners of the library, Patton almost toppling from the amount of books he was carrying, and Janus yet again brandishing his cane as though it were a great sword.

"I believe I told you that you werent to approach Virgil again. Was I not clear enough the first time." Janus snarled as he pulled Romulus back by the shirt.

"How many times must I tell you you have no right to keep me from my husband." Romulus snarled back.

"I am no spouse of yours." Virgil said, before storming out of the library.

He wasnt really sure where he was going, only that he was angry and tired of hiding.

And lucky for him, his affinity for shiny objects had managed to lead him to a different kind of bookshop, and a book with eight different colored gems built into the front.

"How much for this?" Virgil said, pointing to the book.

The girl behind the counter turned to look at him, white hair falling over her face.

"$250 and a free visit from the excorcist," she said, eyes slightly wide despite the vague expression of apathy.

Virgil stared for a moment before finally handing over the money. He took the book out of its case, bid the cashier goodbye, and walked away.

Now his only problem was finding a decent place to read.

"Virgil! What are you doing out here!" Virgil heard a call from none other than Remus.

"Reading-" Virgil said, he wasnt necessarily lying in that case.

"Jan! Pat! I found him!" Remus called inside before motioning for Virgil to follow. So Virgil did, and sat between Logan and Patton on the couch.

"What'd you find?" Said Janus, motioning to the book Virgil had placed on the table.

"Call Em and Remy, I think I just found our solution," Virgil said.

"Pat- you have the necklaces right?" He continued. Patton noddes and placed each on the table.

Soon enough they were joined by Emile and Remy, and they could begin to dissect the book itself.

"The Order of Terra, an elite squad originally compromised of six members, later joined by the Prince and Princess of Eirthanas, and disbanded when the Prince betrayed them all for power," Virgil started, tracing over the photo accompanying the description, though he couldnt quite make out the details.

"The leader of the order was Lord Larion Terraval, who's last name gifted the order its official title, Larion took up the unicorn necklace, which gave control of the stars, and the ability to communicate across any barrier," Virgil continued, the rest of the group gave a quick glance in Logan's direction. Which was expected, given the striking resemblance between the two, from deep blue eyes to the slight quirk of their eyebrows, it was almost as if they were twins.

"The second to join was the sister of the Prince, Duchess Remona Octavia, who took up the octopus necklace, granting control of the oceans and all their creatures," the girl shown in this picture had the same red-eyed manic expression as Remus, and even a streak of white through her hair, the only thing missing seemed to be the mustache.

"The third was a local mage, Remington Insolia, who took up the fox necklace, which granted control over sleep and disease," this man was identical to Remy in everything except the gray and white robes.

"The fourth was Jamillan Serpentes, who took up the snake necklace, and gained the abilities of hypnosis," this description was attached to a photo of a gaunt man, who looked much to stuffy to be Janus, but bared an all to familiar resemblance.

"The fifth was Emalei Primrose, a faun who took up the necklace of the deer, and gained the ability to cause mania, as well as psychic capabilities," the faun in the photo had the same pink and white heterochromia as Emile, the same broad smile, and the same curly brown and pink hair, albeit much longer.

"The sixth was Pamela Adbentes, who took up the frog necklace, and a variety of healing abilities," this was connected to a picture of a woman who looked as though she'd quite like to reach through the paper and pinch Virgil's cheek while asking if he wanted homemade cookies, which told him all he needed to know about her similarities to Patton.

Virgil felt his breath hitch as his eyes trailed over the next two entries.

"The Prince, Romulus, was meant to be the last to join, and had attempted to take up the spider necklace, only to be denied, and gifted the wolf necklace, as well as a vast knowledge of potions, poisons, and flattery," Virgil's hand went to his throat, he felt tears in his eyes as they ran over the all to familiar, all be it much less muscular, and much less huggable frame of the real Romulus.

"The final member of the Order of Terra was the most unwilling, Princess Viviana, the true bearer of the spider necklace, enforcer of nightmares, controller of the afterlife, she disappeared mere weeks before the Order of Terra was disbanded," and there she was. The lilac eyes, the long black hair. Nearly identical to the form Virgil had long since left behind.

Virgil had gotten the book to find answers, but now, now all he had was questions.

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[hyunjinssmile]

‘TIRED’

This look on hyunjin has made me die so enjoy this drabble.

Switch!Hyunjin x Switch!Reader (even tho hyunjin is leading more dom here oops)

Smut, just pure smut. Goddamnit these photos. Seriously its just filth.

Includes:

riding, dirty talk, oral (m recieving), praising hyunjin bc he is a pretty boy, manhandling, teasing, alot of back and forth, unprotected (please wrap your crap), creampie :,) cockwarming(kinda) uhhh just like playful couple that’s competitive but both switches

The sound of the apartment door closing quietly alerted you of your boyfriend arriving home, his attempts of being quiet completely thrown out of the window as he bumps into the wall, a groan falling from his lips as he stumbled back, obviously tired.

‘Baby!’ You smiled, getting off of the bed, your eyes still glued to the book that was in your hands, before you looked up at your boyfriends face, your jaw immediately dropping.

‘Hey baby’ he giggled, walking toward you, absolutely clueless as to the hear rising between your thighs.

You didnt respond, your hand reaching out to touch the side of his jaw,

Goddamn his stylists. His makeup looked ethereal, his hair still up in a way that made your mind spin.

‘Oh, my makeup is still on, i forgot to take it off after shooting.. what do you think?’ His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer to him, allowing for you to get a closer look.

‘Baby you look beautiful-‘ your voice was soft as you gulped, your thumb running over his bottom lip softly as you pressed your thighs together.

A smirk graced his features as he observed your face, your eyes blown wide as you bit on your bottom lip subconsciously, allowing him to catch onto your thoughts.

He suddenly pushed you back, your knees hitting the bed as you fell back onto the sheets, hyunjin was quick to climb over you, his chain hanging down over your face as he chuckled at your flustered expression. His lips hovered over your ear as he whispered,

‘Should I fuck you with this makeup on?, I see the way youre looking at me’

His knee was between your thighs, one of his hands playing with your hair that was blown out around you, the other holding himself above you.

Your hands found his chest softly, before slipping up behind his neck, you leaned up, it was your turn to whisper into his ear

‘Wanna ride you-‘

It caught him off guard, he liked making you flustered but you just threw him for a spin.

‘W-what?’ He spoke, clearing his throat.

Your abrupt confession had his pants tightening quicker than hed like to confess, and the thought of you riding him right now, after he was so tired was definitely attractive.

‘I want to ride you, Hyunjin’

Your cheeks were bright red but you knew what you wanted to do.

‘As much as I want you to pound me into the mattress, youre tired, I can tell. I wanna appreciate my beautiful boyfriend’

Hyunjin crumbled under your words, a pout forming on his lips as he pressed his lips to yours, mumbling a thankyou before rolling off to the side, his back up against the headboard, a groan leaving him as he stretched out his tired legs.

‘Look at you, so pretty, god, as soon as i saw you i started dripping’

Your dirty words matched his, and it was going to drive him insane. You sat up infront of him, observing his outfit, skinny jeans and a black shirt, his leather jacket still on, they obviously finished shooting late so he came straight home afterward.

You crawled over him slowly his eyes staring into yours, a goofy smile over his lips as he still manages to look down at you, his eye makeup was beautiful, you couldnt bring yourself to look away, that was until he made another remark;

‘Take too long and I will press your face into the mattress, baby’

You glared at him playfully before pressing your knee closer to his crotch, making him shift in his place.

‘It would be a shame to make that makeup run down your face, baby boy’ you smiled as you traced his jawline again. You knew you were pressing his buttons.

‘Gonna make me cry? You sure you can baby? Remember last time you called me baby boy?, when you were so fucking full of my cock that you couldnt speak? You can talk all you want but as soon as I fill you up youre mine.’

You stopped yourself from whimpering at his words, deciding youd try to prove him wrong.

You tapped the side of his hip as he took the hint, helping you pull his pants down to his thighs, his boxers with them.

His member was rock hard against his stomach, his shirt somewhat covering the leaking tip as you smiled.

You pushed his shirt up, your hoodie riding up as you bend over his cock, his lip caught between his teeth as he looked down at you, one of his hands reaching out to brush your hair out of your face, a look of adoration accross his features as you pressed a kiss to his tip, the action causing a gasp to leave his pretty lips, a smile forming on your face as he glares at you.

‘Dont get used to it’

You rolled your eyes as you slowly continued, allowing him to guide you up and down his member, his eyes shut as he groaned , the feeling of your lips around him making him go insane.

‘Im going to-‘

You quickly pulled off of him, making him stare at you, obviously offended.

‘I told you I wanted to ride you’ you shrugged at him, making him pout but he wasnt complaining.

You made your way up to straddle him, your breath fanning his face as you kissed him again, his hands pulling you down onto him, reminding you of his strength even while tired ,as he smirked, biting your bottom lip.

You sat back on your heels, pulling your underwear to the side as you let him see how wet you were, his eyes darkening as his hands tightened their grips on your hips.

‘Fuck let me return the favour first at least baby, please’ his eyes were still trained on your leaking hole as you pulled his chin up to your face,

‘Maybe after you come deep inside me, okay?’

He groaned loudly at your words, pulling you forward so you sat directly over his cock,

As much as you wanted to sit on him straight away, you both knew you needed to be prepped at least a little, and Hyunjin was already on it, pulling the underwear back to the side as he let his slim fingers trace over your wet folds, one quickly entering you, making you press your still clothed chest to his, your face in his neck as he chuckled, once again groaning at your tightness around his digit.

‘Gonna feel so good filling you up, fuck, baby I need you now’

His voice was a higher pitch as he felt himself twitch, his own words impacting him more than he indended.

You braced yourself over his member as he helped guide it within your velvety walls, slowly sinking down onto him, until he was fully sheathed within you.

You couldn’t help yourself, whines bubbling up in your throat, but as soon as you saw the smirk appear on his face, you placed your face in his neck, buting down on the skin as you clenched around him, whimpers falling from his lips as he quickly grabbed at your hips.

‘Fuck’ you both moaned in unison, once again staring into eachothers eyes.

You started swivelling your hips, causing for his jaw to hang slack, eyes rolling back as his head hit the headboard, your own head rolling back on your shoulders as you let one of your hands grab his still clothed thigh to keep your balance, the slightly different angle causing for him to be slightly less deep inside you, and he noticed straight away, sitting forward and pulling your hips back over him, your chest pressed impossibly close to his as he pulled you back down deeper, locking his arms around your midsection as you whined out.

‘Im sorry baby but I want to be as deep as possible in this pussy, my pussy, right?’

‘All yours!’ You squeaked as you somewhat let the reigns of power slip back to him, it made you wonder if they ever were yours in the first place.

With the dark look in his eyes you assumed you were never really in control of this man, but you werent complaining.

His lips kissed up your neck as he started pulling you up and down his member, his brute force and strength causing for you to feel hot all over.

Your hoodie suddenly became a nuisance to him, and he pulled away from you, only to pull it off of your figure, your bare breasts causing his breath to catch, not expecting it.

‘Fuck, little minx you were ready for this werent you?’

His dirty mouth would be the death of you.

‘Probably, fuck, waited for me to come home, wanted me to ruin this little pussy’

His groans were getting louder and more breathy as you began to clench around him more, beads of sweat falling down his temple, and you were quick to rub it away from his makeup, making him smirk.

‘You love this look hm? The stylists said it suited me, they said whoever im dating is lucky, are you lucky baby?’

‘So- so lucky, so fucking lucky- fuck youre so deep hyunjinnie-‘

His nickname falling from your lips made him whimper, his stronger frame falling away as you always managed to make his heart speed up,

‘Feel so good- always make me feel so good- ‘ you kept praising him, drawing long breathy whines from his lips as you both got closer.

He was close, and so were you, and he was ready to fill you up,

You suddenly climaxed, whimpering his name as you shook slightly, grabbing onto the roots of his hair, he grunted, before flipping you onto your back, pushing straight back into your fluttering hole, the overstimulation pushing you straight into another orgasm, making his head spin at the sight of your juices covering his cock.

He pushed into you slowly but so deeply, whines of your name leaving his mouth as you leaned up to kiss him, clenching down hard as you wrapped your arms around his neck, effectively trapping him,

Your clenching sent him over the edge as his hips shot forward, pressing as deep as he could as he filled you up, his hands holding the side of your face as he continued kissing you, getting lost in your lips, softly thrusting as he came down.

‘Fucking hell’ he groaned as he semi- collapsed ontop of you, making you frown

‘Before you say it- you took care of me okay? Im allowed to fuck my beautiful baby even if im tired, and I did a hell of a good job at it as well’ he said sassily as he bit the side of your boob softly, making you chuckle,

‘Gonna sleep like this’ he sighed, face right ontop of your chest, kissing at the soft flesh that he usually would have left marked up by now.

‘Like this? Deep inside me still?’

Your dirty words once again made him twitch, a smile tugging on your lips as you felt him start to get hard again within your already-coated walls.

‘Did you have to be so perfect? Like damn im going to need to sleep at some point’ he whined, before rolling you back ontop of him, a yawn on his lips,

‘Though this time, you seriously gotta do it, or im going to fall asleep and you wont get to come again’

‘Fine, fine’

‘Hurry up’ he whined, making you giggle,

‘You dont sound so tired’

‘Shut up and fuck yourself onto me, look! Youre leaking down my cock, i filled you and this is how you repay me? Unacceptable’ he quipped playfully, even though he loved the sight of his cum flowing out of you.

You couldnt help but laugh at your sassy boyfriend, kissing his lips softly as you both giggled,

‘I love you’

‘I love you too’

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[mrsrhys23]

Be alright (chapter five)

Paring: Colt x MC

A/N: All characters belong to Pixelberry. Thank you so much @desireepow-1986 for Helping me!

“So that’s it?” You’re really doing this?”

“That’s it,” she shrugged. “We’re over.”

The pair of them stood in shocked silence. Ellie could hear her heart thudding in her rib cage, like it was going to burst right out of it. Colt prayed that he’d just misheard her. Yes, he was a prick, he’d made an unbelievable amount of dick moves but...he loved her. More than he’d ever loved anyone.

Colt looked up from the floor to her. “You’re really doing this then?” He asked, tears glistening in his eyes. Colt rarely cried over anything, that was just his hard, bad boy facade.

For a long sickening moment she thought that she was making a mistake but...it was the right thing to do. Deep down she knew that. Ellie shook her head, banishing the thought as she gathered enough strength, enough resolve to lock eyes with him. “That’s it,” her voice was quiet, maybe a little defeated as she spoke. “Now get out.”

Colt stayed fixed in place. He opened his mouth to speak but decided against it and shut it again. Ellie looked back up from the floor seeing he’d made no attempt to move whatsoever.

“GET OUT!” She screamed at him, any sense of vulnerability that was laced there when she had just spoken was gone, not a trace left. He- they had both royally fucked up and any hope of recovering from this was gone. “Just get out,” she said, quietly this time but still loud enough for Colt to still be able to hear.

Colt unexpectedly decided not to fight back Ellie's decision and left without another word.

********

It had been three weeks, three agonisingly long weeks without each other. It was funny now Ellie thought about it, they hadn't spent a day without each other for a year. He was just always there, someone she could rely on, someone to lean on when things got hard...he was her crutch when her world felt like it was crumbling, but now he wasn’t there anymore.

It was almost like a piece of her was missing, like a chasm in her chest that she knew only he could seemingly fill.

“Get up!” Riya ordered, pushing into Ellie’s room, avoiding the clothes, used plates and other random items that lay scattered across her bedroom floor. Riya opened the curtains with a flourish letting that harsh light pour in, temporarily blinding her and just earning a lazy groan from Ellie as she retreated further under her blankets, shielding the light completely.

“Ellie,” Riya said, Ellie not missing the frustration laced in her voice as her covers was yanked off of her. Ellie let out an aggravated groan as she curled herself into a ball, putting her hands over her closed eyes to further shield them from the blinding sunlight.

She felt the bed dip as Riya took a seat beside her, leaning against the headboard. “You can’t hide from the world forever.”

“I can and I will,” she insisted.

“Ellie....He’s one boy in a whole world of others. There’s other fish in the sea as they say. Maybe you should get yourself back out there?” Ellie sat up slightly, leaning on her elbows to give her best friend a death glare. “...Maybe not then. You can’t just stay cooped up in here all day, you look awful-”

“Thanks,” Ellie mumbled.

“Seriously when was the last time you showered?” Riya continued.

“You really know how to make a girl feel special, don't you?” Ellie snapped.

“El-”

“No,” she interrupted, “I- I don’t want to ‘get myself back out there’, it hasn't even crossed my mind. I don't need the break up speech where you say it’s gonna get better or i’m gonna find someone else, okay? I’d rather just stay here and wallow in my own self pity, okay?”

Riya sighed, climbing off of her bed and turning to look down at her, “Ellie...you need to move on, sooner or later, it’s been three weeks.”

“I know,” she shrugged, “Can you pass me back my blanket on your way out, please?”

Riya scoffed, making her disapproval known as she sauntered toward the door, throwing Ellie back her blanket before leaving, closing the door more harshly than she originally intended to.

Ellie turned over onto her side and grabbed her phone from her bedside table. She brought it to her face, pressing the home button to illuminate the screen. She felt her heart pang when she saw the photo of herself and Colt.

She felt her heart pang with...something, this was a feeling she had never felt before. She felt almost...empty, lost. Colt for her was the glimmer of light at the end of the long dark tunnel, guiding her safely out from it when the darkness threatened to drown her, but now there was no light at the end, nothing to anchor her down when her mind began to run with the hard thoughts, nothing to help fight off her demons and so the darkness could finally get its claws in.

**********

He sat in a bar...again. He’d been at the garage all day, the one place that once granted him tranquillity no longer did, because it reminded him of her. Everything did. She was a constant thought in his mind and it was driving him insane. She wasn’t his anymore, she was...nothing to him now. Just somebody he used to know.

He sat on a stool by the bar, a pint clutched in his hand, a wave of emotion washed over him but receded.

It had been a couple weeks now and he wasn’t over it. He doubted he ever would be.

Something in his peripheral vision caught his attention, he turned to see a blonde woman, wearing a tight black dress, now standing beside him.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” She asked. There was no preamble, no niceties of an introduction, just went straight in.

Colt opened his mouth to speak then shut it again. She was looking at him quizzically so he just answered. “I-no. No, I don’t,” Colt stuttered. It felt like someone had struck him in the chest with a dagger and was twisting it. Just another reminder that he had lost they only thing that he ever really loved.

“What’s your name?” She asked. It was an innocent question but Colt had an inkling that somehow it was more than that.

“I’m interested,” Colt insisted and he truly wasn’t. She was pretty, he wouldn't deny that.

“Fine,” She shrugged. He expected her to...fight him on this somehow, to object, maybe she was playing a mind game, trying to make him drop his guard ever so slightly so he’d give in. She was the type of girl Colt was certain that even if he had said he had a girlfriend she just would’ve carried on. “But tell me your name.”

“Colt. What’s yours?” Why are you humouring her?

“Carrie,” she said, biting at the bottom of her lip. She pulled up a stool to sit beside him.

It was going to be a long night and frankly he couldn't be bothered to head to another bar, he liked this one, he was content and some random girl wasnt going to change that.

“So are you from LA?” She asked, sipping at her drink that Colt hadn't noticed she had ordered. Some people just don’t understand no, do they?

“Yeah,” Colt mumbled. “You?” he asked, purely out of politeness.

“I’m actually from Brooklyn. I moved here a few years ago…” For god's sake, he didn't need her life story but he had a sneaking suspicion that even if he objected to hearing it, she’d continue. “I’m trying to become a model, I can act too. My dad-”

Rich dad, called it- he thought. He drowned the rest of it out.

She's annoying. You know when you want the ground to just open up and swallow you whole? Yeah, that’s how Colt felt. It was getting hard to drown her whiny- and it was whiny, voice out.

************

Riya somehow had managed to get Ellie out of bed after once again stealing her blankets. She climbed out, her bare feet meeting the plush cream carpet beneath her. A piece of hair had seemed to become a permanent fixture to the side of her cheek, stuck on by whether sweat or drool. She gingerly ripped it off and headed to the bathroom.

After she had done her business, Ellie headed into the kitchen to see Riya making them both a drink. She leaned against the countertop, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You know I care about you, right?” Riya asked, placing Ellie’s coffee down beside her and then sat down on a stool against the breakfast counter.

“I never said you didn't,” Ellie mumbled, picking up her mug, blowing on the hot liquid before taking a sip.

Riya did the same, then looked up from her mug to her best friend. “Break-ups… suck there’s no other way to put it but-”

“I don't want to talk about it.”

“Okay,” Riya nodded. She knew Ellie well enough to know when to drop something. Even though she knew they needed to have this conversation sooner or later. “I was gonna order a pizza, do you want some?” Ellie shook her head as she sipped at her drink. “Don’t do that control thing you do when-”

“I’m not and I broke up with him. I dumped Colt.”

“And you know you made a mistake. Having second thoughts?” Riya asked, sipping her own drink.

Ellie hesitated then shook her head, “No. No, I'm not having second thoughts. I broke up with him, I made that decision because it was the best one.”

“Of course,” Riya nodded.

“Are you trying to piss me off right now?”

She looked up to Ellie, “I want you to talk to me. I’m your friend, I'm here for you, you’ve just need to let me in.”

“Let’s go to a bar, “Ellie suggested, pushing herself off the counter.

What?” Riya asked, eyebrows raised and her arms crossed over her chest. “We’re not old enough to drink, do you forget that?”

Ellie rolled her eyes, “I have a fake ID. It’s fine,” she insisted. Riya looked unsure which caused Ellie to become frustrated. “Fine, i’ll go by myself,” she decided and headed off toward Riya's spare bedroom to change.

A few minutes later she left the bedroom now wearing a pair of black jeans, matching crop top and a denim jacket since all her nice clothes were at Colt's apartment.

“You’re really going?”

“Yes, I’m really going,” Ellie answered, exasperated as she retrieved her purse off the kitchen countertop. “I need to just get out for a bit,” she explained as she headed towards the door, “I’ll be back later!” she called as Riya heard the door open and close.

******

Ellie entered the bar with very little trouble; it was surprisingly not all that busy , which meant as soon as she came in the doorway she caught sight of a familiar black, leather jacket and the back of a head of someone she didn’t want to see. Colt. She’d recognize him anywhere- she knew him so, so well. He’s the reason that she’s in this bar to begin with to drown away her sorrows.

She felt a little bit of bile rise up her throat as a blonde woman sat beside him leaned over and placed a kiss on his lips. Without thinking, Ellie turned on her heel and walked out, not sticking around long enough to see Colt pull away from the mysterious woman.

She kept walking when she felt, she didn't know where she was going, she just wanted to get away. Get away and pretend she didn’t see that. How could he move on so quickly? Did she mean so little to him?

Ellie was in such a state of shock that she hadn’t noticed somebody behind her as she continued along the dark streets of LA. After she had calmed down somewhat, she could hear another set of footsteps, however, she didn't have time to turn around to see who it was before something struck her around the back of the head and the world fell black.

********

The first thing Ellie felt as she clawed her way back to consciousness was the throbbing in the back of her head, like somebody had hit her with a bat or something...someone probably had the more she thought about it.

She tried to flutter her eyes open but the bright light that was pointing at the young woman only made her headache worse. She lifted her head up- feeling the ache in her neck since her chin had been resting against her chest when she was out. Her mouth was dry...How long had she been here? She tried to move her arms but the thick leather straps around her wrists bound tightly to the chair stopped her from doing that. She tried moving her legs but they were bound to the chair too.

She had some questions.

Where was she? How did she get there?

To be frank, she had more questions than that but they were the main one. The ones she really wanted to be answered that and why somebody fucking kidnapped her. Ellie grudgingly peeked her eyes back open giving them both time to adjust to the light.

She turned her head when she heard footsteps, heels clicking against the concrete as the woman made her way towards Ellie.

“Oh good you’re awake,” the mysterious woman rejoiced. She was way too happy for Ellie’s liking.

The woman crouched in front of Ellie’s chair. Ellie’s eyebrow’s wrinkled in confusion- she had seen this woman before. She was sure of it.

“Hello Ellie,” the woman said, giving her a small smile, “I know you’re probably confused and angry...but i promise it’ll all make sense soon.”

“Who are you?” Ellie asked, her normally strong voice now timid.

The woman got back to her feet, smoothing down her red dress. “As i said...it’ll make sense soon.”

#choices: stories you play #rod #colt x ellie #rod fanfic #colt x mc #choices fanfiction

[dementedgnomicwizard]

i preplanned those tunnel tweets + made a list of specifically what pictures i wanted and finished making the worms earlier this morning so like i wasnt Winging It at all but it sure felt like it! bc weve only ever gone to the tunnels as a group before, but today the only time i could go was in the 25 minutes before my evening class and no one else was free then so i was like whatever ill just go get my pictures and then to class and it’s fine. so i put my little sandwich baggie full of worms in my pocket and went over to the machinery building, which is where the tunnel entrance is, but the entrance is in the basement and there’s two ways to get into the basement both of which are almost always locked so i was like well i’ll just check and see if either of them are open. and it turned out the freight elevator was allowing trips to the basement so i got in and went down

the freight elevator spits you out in like this really cluttered and fucked-up looking storage basement basically which is where the tunnel entrance is and while the tunnel is dark the basement itself is usually lit by these shitty fluorescents HOWEVER! today when the elevator doors opened it was absolutely completely dark in the entire enormous basement. but at that point i was like i made it over here, i have my worms, i have my photo list, i have time before class, and what are the odds the elevator will be working again, ill just use my flashlight who cares. so i turned my flashlight on and started picking my way through to the tunnel entrance, except i stopped and made a detour to take pics in that little office room because i thought it would sorta look like the room where they found gertrude’s body and i could make a fun joke about it  ANYWAY as i’m coming out of the office room i notice that the stairway door directly across from me is open, which is weird because they’re Never open because they don’t want us to go down there. so i was like, shit, maintenance and/or security are down here and my only way out is the super obvious elevator so ill just wait them out so i like turned my flashlight off and crouched behind a bunch of shit

anyway i just sort of huddled in the dark for a while and soon enough it became clear that no one was actually coming so i took advantage of my proximity to the ground to scatter some worms and take that first worm pic where im pointing. and then i was like okay, might as well get the tunnel bit over with. so the area of the basement where the mouth of the tunnel is is closed off with this big metal fence and there’s like a wire-mesh on the front with a huge padlock only years and years of horrible college students have managed to sort of beat the bottom half of the gate a few inches outwards + compromise its integrity enough that its easy to pull far enough open for someone else to slip through. however my problems today were 1) like i said ive only ever gone with a group before, meaning i’d always had someone to hold the gate open for me, and i had never attempted to get through without assistance before let alone back out and 2) the gate is RIGHT next to the stairs that i mentioned earlier were open when they usually never are. so i stood there for a minute like... okay, say i DO try to get through myself, and i get stuck. OR, say that happens and THEN whoever was working down here comes back and im stuck so i get caught and in trouble.

and then i was like actually fuck it we ball so i like. sort of just got down fully on the ground (which was gross btw do not recommend) and like rolled and twisted and pushed myself around until i wiggled through. that was the moment when i sort of started to accept just how much tunnel dirt i was gonna be covered in by the end but it was so far past too late to back out so i headed into the tunnel entrance. it gets TRULY dark like really really soon after you walk in also like i thought the basement outside was dark because the lights were off but the tunnels are like....  DARK. anyway i stopped halfway down the entry tunnel to try and set up the like “worm door outline” thing from after MAG39 and like initially i had thought that i could figure out an okay way to at least temporarily get them on the wall bc theyre made of latex and super light but it was quickly apparent that that would not be the case so i found a patch of the floor that looked smooth enough to be a wall and set it up on there instead. so i’m like. squatting on the floor in this very dark and kind of gross tunnel, and i have my phone laying on the ground next to me flashlight-side-up so i can see as well as use both hands to dig cold little latex worms out of a sandwich baggie and arrange them in a pattern on the ground and the flashlight was lighting up the tunnel in the most fucked up way and it was dead silent and the WHOLE time i was like, and this is the moment when like a maintenance worker turns the corner and finds me and is just like, hello??? theres some clown playing with worms in the tunnel????

anyway that did not happen and instead i got my little doorway set up and then it was time to take the first pic (of the worm door by itself without me in it) which was when i realized that when i open my camera app my phone forcibly turns the flashlight off so every time i wanted to take a picture in the tunnels i was gonna have to turn my light off and just like chill alone in the pitch dark in a tiny tunnel for however long it took me to take each photo and i was like hm okay wig i guess so i took the door pic and then it took me like four tries to get myself positioned right for the cringe ass fail worms one because, surprisingly, it is difficult to position yourself directly in the center of an archway of worms that you cannot see, and while i was doing all those failed tries i got to spend a lot of time laying splayed out on my back in the dark on the tunnel floor anyway i got it finally so i just sort of kicked the worms to the sides and kept going in further. to get to the pit you have to turn left at the first fork and then take a right and then theres this weird like step? thing? in the middle of the tunnel and if youre me you have to do a super awkward crabwalk limbo step thing to get over it because the pipes on the ceiling above it are hot and the step comes up to like 6 inches below the pipe but also i dont like to touch the top of the step because its gross. so its always a production. this time i think they had worked on that pipe recently or something because it was leaking so the step was wet and the pipe dripped hot water onto my neck while i was crawling under it LMAO

anyway from there its a straight shot and it opens out into this like larger room near the entrance to the engine room and the pit is right at the edge of where the dirt of the tunnel turns into the concrete of the room floor. and theyve like half-covered the top of it in wooden planks but theyre not held down so when you have to step on them just for a second to get out of the tunnel its so nervewracking. theres overhead lights in that room though so that was nice idk if i couldve managed the flashlight-camera-transition in the dark AND one-handed. so i took my from-above tunnel pic and then i was like (checks my photos list) “well...... i did say id get two from inside the pit.” i had actually never been in the pit before because the other two times i’ve gone to the tunnels i’ve been with other people and they would barely even let me get near it let alone get on the ladder. so i was like well i guess there is a first time for everything so i put my phone in my back pocket and ducked under the little yellow chain they have up and started going down the ladder and i got like 8? maybe 10? feet down before i thought to look down again and let me just say..... all the times we had looked into that pit from above we had never guessed anywhere CLOSE to how deep it actually was. thats all. so i was like.... um i was expecting to be able to like, stand on solid ground while i take this pit selfie, but that was clearly not going to be an option, but also i had committed this far already to getting these pics from the pit so i was like ugh i guess and hooked my one arm over the ladder so i could get my phone out w the other hand and take the pics from in there. and then i climbed back out. the ladder rungs made my hands SO gross and dirty with rust i was like eugh eugh.

but after that the only picture left to take was the one w my pen and the only way for me to go was back out towards the entrance so i was like its fine im almost done. so i went back out until i got to the tunnel after the first fork and i was like cool here’s a good a place as any so i got my pen ready + went to get my camera out, and literally RIGHT as the flashlight went out and the camera app opened i was like SO sure i saw something move vaguely in the darkness to my right like REALLY close to me shoulder height so i was like uhhh no and took a flash photo more out of reflex than anything and i didnt see anything but also the flash lit up for like,  one second and then it was dark again so i like switched back to the flashlight really quick and obviously it was just a normal tunnel and i was the only one there so i opened the camera app again to try to take the pic again and literally just like the first time right as the flashlight turned off i was soooo sure something moved right next to me like so close but i was like “nell. youre being insane.” so i didnt do anything and i just took like three more possible variations on the pic i wanted and then i turned my flashlight back on and once again obviously nothing was amiss so i was like epic win and went back out the tunnel entrance. and then i was like............. oh god i have to do the gate squirm again. but there was no other way so i just did it really fast before i could really get worked up about it lol and then i went back over to the freight elevator only when i pressed the button it would light up and then immediately go dark when i unpressed it and i was like oh fuck because 90% of the time when you get in on the ground floor this elevator literally refuses to take you to the basement and i was like oh no it re-locked while i was down here and now i can’t get up this way so im just like in this basement for the foreseeable future but then of course as i was going down that tangent the elevator doors opened and i stepped into the fluorescent light and looked down and was like wow i am just so thoroughly, completely, orangely covered in dirt. but i made it home with like 5 minutes to wash up a bit before my evening class so that was a win! i did learn however that i should never take my evening dose of adderall directly after a bit of minor breaking&entering while the adrenaline is still there because when i got to class i almost jackhammered a hole through the floor with my shakyleg

#tired and still probably quite dirty if im being honest but Satisfied with the Outcome #also i had a lot of fun during + especially afterwards when i got to actually use the pics i took

[shawnpetermuffins]

Pictured with You (x.)

A/n: yo, I know I said I was done with the angst, but like I fully didn't intend for this chapter to go this way. AND IT WASNT UNTIL I FINISHED THIS CHAPTER THAT I REMEMBERED IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IN SHAWN'S POV. I'M DUMB, BUT I WAS ALSO TOO LAZY TO CHANGE IT. Also, sorry in advance for ch. 11, which will also be angsty.

Summary: everything was fine. Or it should have been. Guess y/n and Shawn just can't catch a break.

Warnings: ANGST, but also a little fluff

Word count: 2.5k

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My breathing finally slows after nearly thirty minutes of uncontrollable sobs that Shawn somehow manages to hold me through. His back is against the tub, and mine against his chest, seeing as this was the only way he could hold me without me fighting him. I'm playing with his long fingers and he let's me, knowing I need the distraction before I breakdown again.

"Your ring is pretty," I say, barely above a whisper.

He hums with a gentle kiss on the crown of my head before he slips it off. "Give me your hand," he requests, voice still muffled by my hair, which has to be tickling his nose. I don't know how he's stayed in this position for so long. I hold my hand out for him and he pushes the ring gently on my middle finger, then brings my hand to his lips, and presses a gentle kiss to the band. "Looks good on you."

I can't help but smile at the small compliment, but I turn back, looking into his beautiful, memorizing eyes that hold that honey hue in the bright bathroom. "Hey, rockstar?"

"Hmm?" He brushes a strand of hair away from my face, looking intently in my eyes.

"I'm sorry this happened." My eyes avert to the pregnancy test sitting beside us. "I know this is completely stressful for you. I shouldn't have brought you into this."

He shakes his head, "don't do that." He sighs, hand running through his fluffy curls. "Don't pretend that you needed to do this alone. You had every right to tell me." He picks up the test with, what I can only take as a relieved sigh. "And now we know. We have nothing to worry about."

I nod, staring gratefully at the negative test in his large hand. "Yeah. We got lucky."

"We did. So we'll just be more careful next time," he says with a smirk, nudging my cheek with his nose. "I'll wear two condoms," he jokes.

I want to laugh, I really do. "Shawn…"

A frown sets deep in his face. "What's wrong?"

I lick my lips and run my thumb over his clenched jaw. "You know we can't do this again, right?"

"Why not?" He pulls back, clearly frustrated. "Y/n, we have feelings for each other. Mine aren't just gonna go away like that."

"I'm not saying they have to. We just… we can't do this on tour. It's not right."

"It feels right."

I can't deny that. It does. It feels right and comfortable being with him. But it's not easy. It can never be easy with our chosen careers. "We both have jobs to do. This is my job, Shawn. Traveling and taking pictures. That's what I'm paid to do."

"And being able to sleep with me should be an extra bonus." He tries to joke, but his tone is laced with bitterness.

I deflate. "What if I promise you someday?"

"Someday?"

"Can we just… can we wait until tour is over to try this? I want it to be something real. Not you wanting me because I'm your age and I'm right here and it's easy for you."

"That's never what it is."

I swallow the lump in my throat. "Then we'll wait the six months?"

He smiles lazily at me. "We'll wait the six months."

I hold my pinky out to him, "friends?"

"Friends," he locks our fingers. "For now at least," he replies with a wicked grin.

I can only smile back. "You're something else, Mendes."

"You're everything," he whispers, and I glare at him, even though the blush on my cheeks betrays what I should be conveying, which is annoyance.

"Friends don't say that to each other."

He nods grimly, "I know. Just… had to get it out of my system."

I hum, "well if we're getting things out of our system," I take his face in my hands and press my lips to his. And like he's starved for it, he deepens the kiss, arms wrapping around my middle, bringing me impossibly closer to his hoodie covered upper body.

"Can friends sleep in the same bed?" he asks against my lips, fully out of breath, but leaning in again before I can answer.

I manage to pull away seconds later though, replacing my mouth with my fingertips, which he doesn't hesitate to pepper with tiny kisses. "They can if that's all they do."

"Promise." He's moved to my cheeks now, kissing each side, then my forehead, and eyelids and nose. And I'm a giggling mess, but I don't ask him to stop. I don't want him to. I let him continue until he's on top of me, laughing against my neck and we're both just intensely giddy and tired at the same time. When we've both caught our breath, he rests his head on my chest and I run my fingers lazily through his hair. "We should go to sleep," he mumbles. "We have to be up in three hours." He lifts himself from the ground and dusts himself off.

I groan, "Oh goodie."

"Come on, y/n." Shawn holds his hands out for me and I place my palms in his, allowing him to help me to my feet. "Let's get you to bed.

---

"You feeling better?" Connor asks at breakfast, voice low enough that only I can hear.

I nod, "Yeah. It was definitely just a twenty-four hour thing."

I watch his shoulders visibly relax. "Thank God. Did you take a test? Does he know?"

"Con, I don't want to talk about this."

"Well, you're sitting together again. I'm assuming you talked after I left."

I roll my eyes and grab his arm. "Excuse us," I say to the table, which is just Shawn and Brian. I take him to a secluded corner and cross my arms over my chest. "Okay, we need boundaries."

He laughs, "What?"

"Boundaries? Ever heard of them?"

"Of course I have. However, I didn't know our friendship had those."

"That's very clear."

He frowns, "What is going on with you today? You're not pregnant. You on your period or something? You shouldn't be. That's usually the end of the month, right?"

"See? That. That's why we need boundaries!"

"Y/n, we've been friends since we were kids. Of course I know when your period is."

"That's not what I'm concerned about!"

"Then what is it?"

"I don't want to talk to you about the status of my relationship with Shawn anymore."

Connor rolls his eyes, "You're kidding."

"Does it look like I'm kidding?" I challenge. But he's not intimidated. He never has been.

"Why is he suddenly off limits then?" He crosses his arms too, and rolls his head back before glaring at me sideways.

"This isn't your relationship," I say simply. "You and I have always been friends, and then we were more than that for a little bit. And you've always looked out for me. I get that. I really do. I am grateful for it. But at some point, you're going to have to let me make the mistakes I'm supposed to make. And you have to let me see for myself if Shawn and I will work out. You can't just… insert yourself before anything happens."

"I'm just trying to make sure you don't get hurt."

"I'm not fragile, Con! I'm just as capable of hurting him, you know." I lift my arms in exaggeration. "I'm not going to break at the slightest thing. I am a big girl and I can take care of myself. So this is the last time we talk about this. Shawn and I agreed to stay friends - just friends- the remainder of the tour. And then, if we still want each other the same way, we'll try dating when we get back home. But this is it. I don't want to talk about this with you because you make it so hard. Just… let me be me, okay?"

He looks down, defeated. "Okay. No more Shawn talk." He sighs and holds his palm out, expecting a high five. "Still best friends?" He asks with a lopsided smile.

I ignore his hand and embrace him warmly. "Always."

---

It's been a few days since our late night drug store adventure, and Shawn and I are in his dressing room, scrolling through some of the photos I had taken of him when we were out sightseeing earlier in the day when Andrew walks in, seemingly pissed, followed by Cez who doesn't seem to be any happier.

"What's this?" Andrew shoves his phone in front of Shawn's face and he squinted at the sudden, close brightness. But I'm far enough away to see it perfectly clear.

It's a photo. Of me in his red hoodie, hands in the large pocket, and his arm wrapped around my shoulders, lips pressed to my temple. We're walking out of the drug store, so much closer than we should have been, I know. I knew it then too, but it's hard to tell his boy no. I look away from the phone, too stunned that someone saw us that late at night. That they took that photo. That it's now probably on every social media sight and everyone could be speculating right now.

"I can explain," Shawn starts to defend himself - us - before Andrew interrupts him.

"So not only did they catch you kissing her, but you also went out, ALONE, without telling somebody. Shawn, I don't care what time it is, we need to know where you are at all times because we can't risk you getting mobbed by fans."

He goes to speak again, but now Cez is yelling. "What were you even doing at a twenty-four hour drugstore? You couldn't have gotten what you needed down in the lobby? You had to leave after midnight to get something? What was so important that it couldn't wait?"

"It's my fault," I speak up because I can't let Shawn get blamed for this. "I wasn't feeling good and I needed to get medicine. I'd checked the lobby when we got back, but they didn't have what I needed." I swallow the lump in my throat, "Shawn just went to make sure I didn't get lost or something. It was all me."

"Y/n, no it wasn't." Shawn says, obviously bewildered as to why I felt the need to lie for him. "Don't fucking lie for me." He turns back to the two grown, fairly angry men standing over us. "It was me. She didn't want to go. I made her. Okay? I'm sorry I left without telling you, but seriously? I'm twenty-two fucking years old. Let me breathe a little." He stands up, towering over Andrew. I don't think I've ever seen him look so intimidating… and frankly, quite hot. (But I shouldn't be thinking that because we're just friends and friends don't say that about each other.)

But Andrew doesn't back down. "Look, I don't care why you were out. You can't leave without security. And you can't be seen with a girlfriend right now."

"No, Andrew," I stand from my place on the couch. "We're not - I'm not his girlfriend."

Just as Andrew says, "That makes it even harder to explain." Shawn grumbles, "Yeah, made damn sure of that, didn't you?"

I don't pay his manager any attention now, because all I can do is stare painfully at the tall man standing next to me. "Are you serious? You're really going to say that shit right now?"

"What's going on?" I hear Brian whisper to Cez, but I'm too angry and hurt by Shawn's words that I can't be bothered to look in their direction. Andrew seems to have dropped his outwardly upset demeanor because I can feel him eyeing Shawn and then me, back and forth, nervously.

"Y/n."

"I told you to give me six months! I wanted to avoid all of this!" I exclaim, gesturing to the room that's now pretty much full of everyone wanting to watch this shitshow. "But you just can't handle being told no, can you?"

"Hey," he puts an arm out to reach for me, but I pull away instantly. "Y/n, that's not what this is."

"I get it. You're Shawn Mendes. You're known all around the world and any woman in their right mind would drop to their knees to be with you. But I've seen, first hand, what your lifestyle entails. And I'll be honest, whether I like you or not, I don't know if I can be in it. Especially not if it's going to lead to this every single time." I push past the crew in this now crowded room, bumping shoulders with Connor, who reaches for my wrist.

He gives me a look that rests somewhere between sympathetic and 'I told you so.' I scoff and keep walking until I round the corner a couple hundred feet away.

I'm wiping at my fallen tears when I hear the unmistakable voice of my curly head boy, only this time he holds so much contempt. "Fucking hell! Can I not deal with just one thing on my own?! One thing where I don't have 100 different people watching and telling me what to do?! Just leave me alone!" His hard footsteps sound from down the hall. And then they stop, and his voice catches me off guard.

"Y/n, I'm sorry!" He yells from wherever he is. "Please come talk to me." He's closer now, each step heavier than the last. He sighs in relief when he finds me. "There you are."

I shake my head, "Shawn, no."

"Just let me apologize. Okay? I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't," he takes another deep breath. "I didn't mean for that to come out. Especially not the way it did."

"You don't want to wait, Shawn. And I can't be with you right now. What are we supposed to do about this? I begged you to give me time. You said you would give me that. But it's obvious that that's not good enough for you."

"No, honey. It's enough. I swear it is. Andrew just drives me crazy and I said things I didn't mean."

"You and I both know… some part of you believes what you said. We're too different, bub. It's never gonna work out with us. I think, even if we deny it like there's no tomorrow, we know that." I cup one side of his face and he falls into my touch, placing a kiss to my wrist. "It's best if we just kept it professional from now on."

His eyes are glassy, "But-"

"I'm your photographer. Nothing more."

"We can't even be friends anymore?"

I deflate, "We were kidding ourselves thinking we could ever be just friends after that night." I pat his chest and make my way around him, back to the dressing room to get my camera. The room is still crowded, everyone stops in their tracks when they see me. I roll my eyes; this is all so high school, the way everything is being handled. I look up, annoyed, my camera strap around my neck. "Don't we have sound check to get to?"

Andrew clears his throat, "y/n."

I hold my hand up, "Don't worry, Andrew. His precious reputation will stay in tact. Excuse me," I leave the room in a hurry, passing a series of dumbfounded faces on my way to the stage.

***

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ShinsouBowl Day 1 - “Promise”

Word count: 2,738

Genre: Fluff, Romance, angst, BL

Ship: Shindeku

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21470425

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Shinsou Hitoshi was heading back towards the dorms of UA while he had a black umbrella over himself when it started to rain. Wearing a hoodie and some jeans since he finished class earlier today and had changed. A day or so, someone had told him that new dorms have been built, which allowed all the students of UA to finally live in a dorm. Shinsou had decided to tour around campus, because he really never gotten a chance to ever since today. The rain began to pour harder while he was taking his nice tour, he then saw a familiar green haired boy, sitting on a bench while he looked like that he was pretty much drenched in rain water by now. He questioned to himself of why the other was sitting alone today, since he usually saw the male with at least one person. He took a clearer glance at the boy and realized that he looked... Kinda down at the moment? He decided whether or not he should go over to Izuku and ask what was up, after all it wasn’t any of his business... But at the same time it was bothering him. He decided to watch from a distance for now to see what the other would do next.

{looks like there’s something up with him... What could it be though..?}

Izuku Midoriya sat on a bench outside the training grounds. His expression poker-faced. School was a bore, everything he liked was a bore. It was probably past curfew at this point but thats not what he was thinking of. He stared into the distance, not wanting to go back either. It felt as if everything had sunk in even though it was days past the incident. Taking a deep breath, he suddenly snapped out of it and realized it was pouring rain around him. His whole body was beginning to dampen now, but he had an inkling the source of the warm and salty stream om his cheek was from something else.

The melancholy male sitting in the distance had suddenly stood up, wanting to scream. Before he could, he stopped himself. Thoughts of self consciousness and worry flooded him- he didn't want to annoy the others on campus. But again he just wanted to cry out in pain- for once just let it out. He felt it was a selfish thought, so he pushed it to the back of his mind. Even when he was with _____, he didn't want to show him his bad side and burden him. Picking himself up, he brushed himself off. Moping wasnt going to do any good. He gathered his things and trudged to the entrance, when he saw a purple headed boy turn away from him. What was he doing here?

Shinsou was about to walk away when he saw Izuku heading back, but before then, he saw the other catching a brief glance at him.

{Shoot, he saw me staring at him didn’t he?}

The male had thought to himself as he had hoped that Midoriya wouldn’t be suspicious of him and headed back towards the dorms, closing his umbrella once he got into the building. It had been a long day, so he decided to head back to his room to finish up some homework that the teacher had assigned him earlier this morning. The thought of if the freckled male was okay had still lingered in his mind though... He honestly haven’t really had a real conversation with that boy ever since the sports festival. Which was about months ago.

Deku felt self pity welling up inside him and worry at the boy who had been watching him. What if even Shinsou thought he was weird now? He sighed walking back up to his dorm, when his eyes locked with the very person he wasn't expecting, his jacket and hair slightly damp. Just when Shinsou was less than halfway down the halls when he had locked eyes with the green haired male. Deku walked past, alone in his own thoughts. But out of the corner of his eyes he saw a flash of purple. Locking eyes with the other, Shinsou’s lilac eyes looked dull and unmotivated, but at the same time, he was secretly concerned for the boy. Shinsou had paused a bit before saying a word to the boy, getting lost in the other’s eyes a bit.

“Mi-“ Before he got to say anything, he then got cut off by Izuku’s shriek of surprise.

"Sh-shinsou?!" He jumped slightly, eyes widening a bit while blushing and scratching the back of his head. "Aa-h-h-hello do you do?" He internally kicked himself for stuttering his words, making his reply super awkward in his eyes— a scarlet blush filled his cheeks. Had shinsou been watching him mope this whole time?

The purple haired male couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit on the inside after seeing Midoriya jumping slightly from his surprise reveal. At first he wanted to confront what was going on with the other, but then he decided to act like he didn’t know what just happened earlier. Instead he acted like he had acted that he just saw the green haired male walk into the dorms. “I thought you be back in your dorm room by now.” He stated like it was easy to talk to the young boy. “Did you have to do training overtime again?” He causally asked the question like it was nothing while he was folding his umbrella.

"N-no," why was he stuttering? He internally slapped himself. "Well not really, I was just... enjoying the rain! Yeah!” He tried to sound convincing but it totally backfired. He just felt so conflicted and hurt.

“You sure gave yourself a soak in the bath, if you know what I mean.” Shinsou responded jokingly, trying to lighten up the mood and acting like he hadn’t seen all the commotion earlier.

“Uh yeah, I sure did!” Izuku tried to let out a laugh. Then randomly, it was like Shinsou's words were all it took for the dam to break free, pushing Izuku over the edge. He broke down in uncontrollable bursts of tears, pulling his knees into his face so no one could see how embarrassing he was- this was probably why _____ left him after all...

“H-hey...” When he saw Midoriya suddenly burst into tears, he didn’t know what to do at first and started to panic on the inside. He never had experienced this kind of situation before... But then he had a thought — he then bent down to the boy’s level, seeing the other sobbing into his soaked uniform made him pity the other. He then placed a hand onto the male’s shoulder gently.

Izuku has sobbed profusely by now. “Why.. Why does it have to happen like this? It’s... Just not fair...!” He almost screamed out loud, sobbing in his already wet uniform pants. He tried his best to control his voice as if he didn’t want to concern the others that were in the dorms on the other floors. 

“Do you... Maybe want to talk about this at your dorm?” Shinsou had asked him as if he thought it was appropriate to talk about what the other is going though   couldn’t bare to see the boy like this — he never seen the green haired figure so broken like this... Izuku was always so cheerful whenever the other was around him.

Izuku then nodded his head, hiccuping on accident, allowing Shinsou to lead the way as Shinsou still had his hand on Izuku’s shoulder. The purple haired boy never really talked much, but actions were worth more than words and he could feel his gentleness coming through in his body language. He didn't really want to talk about it but anywhere was better than the hallway.

                                                      *~*~*

Once they had entered Izuku’s dorm, Shinsou had let the teary-eyed male in first, closing the door behind him afterwards. He observed the room, of course it was filled with figures of his favorite hero, also known as the one and only All Might. The other’s room was filled with posters of him as well to the fact that you almost couldn’t even see the walls. Some clothes were on the ground and Izuku’s backpack that he took with him to school every day was sitting on the floor by his desk, with a couple of books spilling out from his opened bag.

“Sorry if my dorm is a bit of a mess...” Izuku tried to speak confidently, as he was kind of embarrassed by letting Shinsou see how much he appreciated his favorite hero- it’s not like the others had already seen how much he admired the influential figure and that the sleep deprived male hasn’t already know about his passion about the hero- but in the end he still had that embarrassing feeling but tried to laugh it off. Trying to get himself together by putting on a positive tone of voice after what had happened in the hallway Izuku then added, “I um, didn’t expect guess to come, but here we are..!” He tried to let out a brief chuckle. “You can have a seat if you’d like! He then proceeded to sit on the side of his bed, making room for Shinsou to sit next to him. Izuku put his head down briefly and sniffled a bit, wiping his tears away that were outlining his eyes onto his soaked uniform.

Shinsou had placed his umbrella on a hook that was near the doorway to let it dry, then proceeded towards Midoriya who was kind of soaking part of the bed with his wet clothing.

“Shouldn’t you change into something dry first? You wouldn’t want to get sick do you?”

“Oh, um yeah!” Izuku responded as he looked at how wet his uniform was when Shinsou had mentioned it. “I-I’ll be right back..!” He then gave a forced smile and went to grab a pair of sweatpants and his causal shirt. While Shinsou was waiting for Izuku to change, he saw a small picture frame on the side of the other’s study desk. It was a picture of the smiley male and _____. Even though it was days since the breakup, he still managed to keep the photo of them two together.

A few minutes later, Izuku changed into his pair of clothes and sat on his bedside, gesturing Shinsou to come over as well and sit beside him. “

“So, I’ve heard from a few friends that you’ve been going though some things?” He lied a bit.

Izuku then hung his head down slightly as his expression saddened again. “It’s- it’s about ____... They told me that we should end it all... After all these years... And I don’t know what I did.. I-I know how we had a couple of fights that weren’t even a big deal, but I admitted it that it was my fault in the first place- I admitted it and (s)he seemed like everything was okay with us for a while... But then...” Izuku rambles on and on and couldn’t really stop as usual. He sighed in the middle of his thoughts as tears stated to outline his eyes again as he continued to ramble.

“Midoriya?”

“Thinking about it- in the end it was all my fault, I shouldn’t have-“ Izuku’s eyes suddenly shifted towards Shinsou, feeling his mind slowly going blank all of a sudden.

“Calm down.” Shinsou has said in a calm tone, activating his quirk to make Izuku relax a bit. This wasn’t the first time that he had heard Izuku ramble so fast about things, but this time he needed the other to take things slowly.

By the time Izuku had calmed down, Hitoshi had deactivated his quirk as tears were still falling down from Izuku’s eyes; the other not knowing what just happened for a brief second, but then realized that Shinsou had used his quirk on him to give him a breather.

“You were rambling again.. Take it easy, alright?” Shinsou had smiled slightly, wanting to listen to the boy for once, because maybe there was something that he could help with. It honestly hurt him a bit to see the other in this state...

“Ah, I-I’m sorry...” Izuku had bent his head down and sobbed quietly into his hands. “It’s just that... it all happened so quickly...” Izuku sniffled. “And... I just don’t know what to do...” He then placed his feet onto his comforter, bent his knees and started sobbing even more.

Hitoshi felt pity for Izuku. He was pretty sure he felt the same kind of similar feeling in his past. At first, he really know what to say besides and “I’m sorry”, but then a thought had came to him.

“Look... I don’t mean to be harsh or anything, but if I were you I would just probably move on from all of this since you can’t really do anything about it. It was their choice after all.” Hitoshi had straightforwardly said to the curly haired male.

“But I-I just can’t get it though my head.. I just... loved them so much...” Izuku sobbed as Hitoshi had decided to wrapped his arms around the other all of a sudden. He for some reason felt that there was a part of Izuku that reminded him of himself... Shinsou was not the one to show much affection towards others, but only for this time he felt like he had to do something, so all he could think of was this.

Izuku just hugged the other male tighter, burring his head into Shinsou’s shoulder as his tears had accidentally soaked into the male’s shirt a bit.

The indigo haired male had tensed up a bit as if the male wasn’t used to the giving back of affection— or the giving of affection in general, but then he eventually relaxed a few seconds later.

{My heart is beating faster than normal— is it because of how close we are right now..?}

A moment of silence has swept over the two, Izuku took a slight deep breath, inhaling the other’s sent that was an aroma of cinnamon and a bit of vanilla.

“...”

“Shinsou...”

“Hm?”

“You... Smell good...” Izuku had spoken in a soft tone as he rested his chin onto Shinsou’s shoulder. A light pink blush had colored his face after realizing what he just said to the lilac haired male. “I-I mean, is that cinnamon and vanilla I s-smell...?”

Shinsou couldn’t help but to smile slightly and had continued stroking Izuku’s curls, pulling the other closer to his chest. He felt a warm sensation going through his body. It’s like the feeling of happiness had swept through him for a moment... He honestly never had received a compliment like that from anyone other than Izuku. He was surprised from all of this happening, but at the same time he knew that Izuku was the only one to fully trust him out of all the students. Ever since their first interaction Izuku didn’t seem scared to talk to him, which made him feel a bit of a relief on the inside for once...

“I may have used a special softener while I was doing my laundry..” The sleepy male responded, trying not to sound embarrassed about the whole thing as if he thought it wasn’t a masculine thing to do; but it’s not like he cared about what people thought about him anyways.

{I really hope he can’t hear how fast my heart is beating right now, because that would be embarrassing-}

“Shinsou...”

“What is it?”

“What if I end up being alone? With no one by my side... It’s honestly scary thinking about it...” Izuku spoke in a soft tone. It was his first breakup and he didn’t know if he could find another person like ____.

{This cute idiot.} 

Hitoshi had chuckled to himself as he rolled his eyes and rested his chin onto the Izuku’s head gently. Pausing a moment as he kept playing with the curls on Izuku’s hair.

{His hair is so soft...}

“You’re an idiot for thinking about those things. I promise you’ll never be alone...” Shinsou responded as he placed his lips onto Izuku’s forehead, closing his eyes for a moment.

Izuku blushed a dark pink and nuzzled his head into Shinsou’s chest a bit more. “You promise...?”

“I promise.”

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Anime Attraction

3.K words

A/N: High School au. Fic with ichiro, you two slowly falling in love over the span of a 4 day convention and bonding over the fact that you’re closeted weebs. (So he would like tdd era ichiro) And again! I use neutral pronouns! hope you enjoy~

Day 1: You were very excited, happy, elated, every happy word in the book! This year, you were finally going to your first anime convention. Unfortunately, you were a bit of a closeted weeb. People knew you watched anime….just not your extreme obssession with it. Maybe extreme was too harsh for you case, but you were sure that would be the situation if they ever saw your room, filled with anime posters, merch, etc.However, those were all bought online or in stores….youve never actually been to a convention.

Online, you heard many good things about it, and that people there, for the most part, were friendly. You smiled as you got off the train, an empty backpack on your bag, besides essentials, inside an empty tote bag for you posters. You had planned for this for months. Saving up all the money you could from your allowances. Your wallet, besides money for the train and food to eat, was going to be completely emptied by the end of the day. Finally, you took your jacket off, revealing a ( favorite anime) anime shirt on your person. One of your favorites. You could never choose. You could talk about it for days. However….it was Under rated. It was also a bit old...and you were late to watch it, so the fandom dwindled down.

You were amazed as you saw many cosplays, a bit too nervous to ask for pictures, or even compliment them, but you hoped they received your compliments in spirit….something like that. It was….also really big and crowded. You got too into your head, overthinking a bunch of things, that you didn’t see the larger man in front of you, hitting his back.

“O-oh im sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” you said, bowing quickly. You looked up at the man, gulping, quickly taken aback by how pretty he was, different colored eyes, red and green. It almost seemed like he was in cosplay, but he was just wearing a naruto shirt with black jeans on, a naruto headband around his forehead.

Ichiro blinked and smiled,”no need to apologize, I was kind of standing here in the middle of everyone anyway,”his eyes went down to your shirt and his eyes sparkled,”wait….thats a (favorite anime) isnt it! Whose your favorite character?”, he asked. You were taken aback about how eager and happy he seemed, but it definitely managed to make you relax a bit.

“My favorite character is [     ],”you said, stating your reasoning,”oh- sorry….I didn’t mean to talk that long,” Ichiro chuckled,”thats fine, I love them too! For mostly the same reasons, theyre kind of cool. This is my first convention so Im excited its going off to great start, thanks.”

Oh? It was his first time as well? “Its my first time too, I came here alone, I didn’t expect to be this big, theres so many people.” Ichiro nodded,”Im here by myself too, are you here all four days?” You nodded. “If you dont mind it, we can walk around together, ah! Sorry if thats a bit too forward….”,he trailed off. To be honest, Ichiro was a closeted weeb. So he had no one to talk to, let alone drag to a con. “Oh no, Um, its fine. I would like that...even though I know everyone here loves anime….”,you trailed off, the guy, whose name you still didn’t know, finished your thought,”because theres so many people conversing and being you feel like everyone already has their own cliques and you realize youre alone.”

Well. That. Yes that. You smiled,”Yeah, its that, and my nerves and anxiety.”

Ichiro stuck his hand out,”Yamada Ichiro, 2nd year high school student in Ikebukuro. Nice to meet you.”

“ l/n, f/n, also 2nd year in a high school located in yokohama, nice to meet you”m you said and shook his hand. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Day 2:

The first day, the two of you had walked around, played games, went to panels together, learning much more about each other. You agreed to meetup at the same place in the morning. Of course, you were even more excited than you were yesterday. You were dressed in more casual clothing, but backpack was now decorated with buttons you found. Soon, you heard your name being called out and waved your hand,”Good Morning Yamada-san”, you said, greeting him.

Ichiro smiled and spoke,”Morning! Did you sleep well?”, he asked.  You shook your head in disagreement,”I barely got any sleep, I was excited for today.” Ichiro laughed,”so did I, so what should we do today?”,he said, taking out the convention program guide. “Hmmmm, theres a bunch of panels,”you said, going to the side of him and looking at the program,”how to successfully master naruto hand signs….”,you trailed off. They really….had a panel for everything.

Ichiro’s face lit up,” that sounds cool, want to go? Although I already know a couple…”,he said, and you laughed,”what? You going to become the next hokage Yamada-san?”, you teased a bit, but he went along with it, of course he did. You found out about this from yesterday. That he was like this. “I am gonna be next hokage, just believe it!”, he said.

“Thats naruto’s punchline you cant just steal it,” you said, watching Ichiro as he thought, then spoke again, very excitedly,”Im going to be next hokage, because I said so!”, he said, putting out a thumb. For some reason, it had you laughing a lot,”b-bbecause you said so? Ahahaha, well, you sure have a passion like naruto, I think thats all you need, its cute”, you said, realizing that you had just called the other cute.

Ichiro blushed and put his hand behind his back,”Sorry...I just cant be like this a lot in real life without getting teased for it, so its a bit refreshing,”he said and you nodded,, understanding completely.

“Well, lets go learn some jutstus even though they wont help against a gun but who cares, because its an anime convention, and we’re doing what we love,”you said confidently, more confident than you would expect from yourself.  Ichiro nodded,”Dattebayo, lets go!”, he saidm turning around and walking. You were really having too much fun. Being attracted to him went way over your head for now, simply enjoying the time the two of you spent together.

Later on in the day, the two of you found an anime photo booth, Ichiro dragging you by the arm towards it,”for memories!”, he said. The two of you got in and hit the naruto theme poses. Of course, you indulged him, he was cute when he got his way. And, you didn’t have to worry about poses. Instead, they gave you poses to do.

The first was a naruto sign for any jutsu, the second peace signs, the third you had to stick your tongues at each other, seeming annoyed, and the last one….got you. It was only a hug, but they way Ichiro hugged you quickly and tightly, pushing both of your faces together, eft you shocked, and you were sure the picture didn’t turn out well. Once you got out and looked at it, Ichiro pointed to last one,”its like you were trying so hard not to blink, but we’re cute, arent we?”,he said and you laughed:yea we really are”, you replied, more focused on the current pace of your heart...beating very rapidly. You paid for two copies so you could keep it. The rest of the day, you two kept up your shenanigans. It was tough leaving, but you were going to come back tomorrow and, hopefully, your heart would learn to behave.

Day 3:

The two of you sat down to eat lunch on the third day, already having gone through a couple activities.

“Theres Jiro, then theres Saburo, and Saburo is the oldest. We’re all pretty close but Saburo and Jiro always fight a lot, typical sibling stuff…..and a lot of the times it includes me. I keep telling them I dont have favorites but they never listen,”Ichiro sighed with a smile on his face. It wasn’t an exhausted sigh though, he was used to it, it was just how they worked.

You smiled as he rambled on about his brothers. It was very clear that he cherished the both of them dearly and would do anything for them. “That must be nice….Im an only child so I could never relate to these type of things. Thats why I got into anime really, theres was no one that I could play with at the snap of a finger if I wanted to-oh Im not sad about it or anything, I love anime, it was really there for me in trying times, plus the internet.”

Ichiro nodded and then spoke,”Well, you have me now too, and you can be as passionate as you want, no holding back. You have my number now and its already fun texting you when we’re not at the convention.”  He was right. After you guys left, you were quickly texting each other at home before you went to sleep. You sent each other memes,pictures, and talked about a bunch of different topics, that often you had smiling or laughing at your phone.

At that point….you knew had a crush. It was only two days but he was just so…..it was the little things really, not just the fact that you had anime in common. When you were walking through the convention center, going through a massive crowd, he told you to hold onto his jacket, so you wouldn’t get lost. Or how he quickly offered to help hold your stuff when you were buying merchandise. Or even him talking about how much he loves his brothers. Rather than weird, it was insanely cute to you.

It wasnt love per say…..well. Lets be real. You were a sucker when it came to love. Honestly, you dont even feel like counting how many crushes you had but none of those ever came to fruition.  You should just focus on your anime boys but the moment some other boy is even the slightest bit kind to you, like helping you carry books, your heart falls. Despite that though, you felt like this was different. More than just a couple simple acts of kindness.

“Im really enjoying our time here, we’re going to the cosplay masquerade today right? We still have some time to kill, want to go to the game hall?”, you asked,”then we can see which one of us is better at dance dance revolution.” Ichiro smiled and nodded his head,”Yeah! Youre on!”

After that, the two of you managed to spend all of your time in the hall. Ichiro was by a claw machine and you commented,”I suck at these things,”then looked inside, seeing what plushies they had. “I think im pretty decent,”Ichiro said, walking up,”sometimes I won stuff for saburo when I was little...he grew out of it though,”Ichiro said with a laugh.He wanted to try it.

“Good Luck Yamada-kun!”, you said, cheering him on. You were amazed by how focused he looked. “Do you want anything specific?”,he asked you. “Wait, me?”, you said, trying to clarify. Ichiro laughed,”I think you’re the only l/n here,”he said. That...kind of caught you off guard. But you walked up and placed your hands against the glass. “Ummmm, that cat in the middle is kind of cute.”

Ichiro nodded. The first time, he managed to pick the plushie up for about three seconds before it fell, but that was better than what you could do! The second time, he managed to grab it again, your eyes wide in anticipation as you followed the claw and plushie to the drop off slot. “Oh my god, you did it!”,you said, going to high five both of Ichiro’s hands but, instead of letting go, he held them and put them down,”Yeah I did! Guess I didn’t lose my skill after all.” “Yeah...youre amazing”, you said, trying to not comment on the fact that he was still holding both of your hands. God….your heart was a mess. There was no denying you fell for him. At most, it was very high like at this point.

Day 4:

Ichiro was excited to see you again. Well, half-excited and half-sad. He really liked hanging out with you. More often than not, he found himself thinking about how you look best when theres a smile on your face. So, he always did dumb things to make you smile, no matter how stupid it may have looked. Maybe it was because you didn’t think his obsession was weird. When you guys talked, your interests lined up more than he thought they would. It was perfect.

Of course, he eventually figured out that he’d want to see you, in a more romantic context, that it is. He knew his feelings towards you were different. Honestly, he even weirdly got a little bit jealous when you mentioned how hot a specific anime character was. Ichiro didn’t necessarily plan on confessing that day….but who knows how things would turn out. Yes, it had only been three days, but he felt like he knew you already. Really, you guys always messaged each other.

The conversations would go dull for an hour or so but one link to a meme and that sparked a conversation that continued for a while. It was great. He had never felt so validated.

“L/n-san! Hey, morning!”,he said as he walked up to you. You looked like you were thinking hard about something, but Ichiro didn’t comment on it.

In fact, you were. Thinking about how you wouldn’t be able to see him so frequently. It made you….sadder than you expected. Granted you could travel to see him, but it was also due to the fact that it was the last day of the convention. Here, you could be yourselves without glancing over you shoulder every couple seconds in fear that someone you knew would spot you.  It was so much fun, especially because of him!

Its for the best though….your funds were just about dried out. You couldn’t help but smile as you saw him though,”hey, good morning to you too, ready for the last day?” Ichiro laughed,”Yes and No because this has been very exciting.” You nodded in agreement,”it has, it does suck that we cant experience this everyday.”

“well!”,Ichiro clapped his hands,”lets not worry about that and focus on having fun, okay?” Your smile got wider,”yes, okay!” Ichiro spoke,”Datteba-”, then he pointed towards you,”Yo!”, you said, the two of you giggling. This had become your thing now, apparently, but you two werent used to it, hence you laughing off you embarrassment.

You went to the artist alley and exhibit hall one last time, taking a lot more pictures together than usual, even with cosplayers! Ichiro helped you out a lo with expressing that you wanted pictures with them and that was yet another thing that you loved about him. Without even asking him to do so, he just did it on a whim, and that made you incredibly happy.

A bit later, it was closing ceremonies. It wasnt much really, but anything to just spend even a little more time with Ichiro. However, that ended sooner than you expected. And you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

The two of you sat outside on a bench.

“So, I suppose this is it…”,you said. You had to get back early today anyway. Yet, you really didn’t want to. You looked up as Ichiro spoke,”no, its not it. We still have each other’s numbers, we can make it work, I-well….these past few days have been really fun for me,”Ichiro blushed, placing his hand behind his neck. Was he going to confess? If he didn’t do it now he knew he’d procrastinate on doing so forever. He didn’t necessarily have to make sure you were his in this exact moment, but his heart wanted an answer as soon as possible, before he got in too deep.

“The thing is….I want us to be more than just friends. I just….the more we talked, the more I found myself drawn to you. Like I can tell you anything. Its really easy to be myself around you, l/n, I want...to get closer. So, would you go out with me? Or not now, I mean you can think about it but...yeah.”,he said, face blushing. He had only confessed once in his lifetime and that was during elementary….he was quickly shut down.

You….couldn’t believe your ears. Did you really manage to find someone who was interested you at an anime convention. Well, you were sure there were more interesting stories but this was still way out of your league. You even thought he was way out of your league.

“I….we can date. I feel the same, about you, I like talking to you. And I think whats making me so sad is that I cant see you...not the convention part,”you said, looking towards Ichiro and seeing his grow excited. He grabbed your hands quickly and held them,”really?! Thats great.”,he said, letting go than hugging you. Oh. This was happening. It took you a couple seconds to process the hug before you reciprocated it.

Ichiro pulled away, looking down at you, a smile on his face,”when I talk with you, I feel like the happiest and luckiest man in the world. I know love is too strong of a word right now, but I want to do my best to make you happy.”

You were so flustered that you made no response, even more so when you felt his hand on your cheek and saw him leaning in. It all happened quickly. You closed your eyes and suddenly his lips were on yours. No movement, but it lingered for a moment, before he pulled away.

That was your first...kiss. You didn’t mind that it got taken by him but still….it was so much to process. Ichiro brought you back to reality,”Ikebukuro isn’t too far from Yokohama on the train, maybe we could meet in the middle on weekends, or switch up, ah, well I guess we can talk about this letter, getting ahead of myself,”he said and chuckled, which only prompted you to let out a soft laugh. He was like an eager puppy that you wanted to pet. Weird how he so easily calmed your nerves by the sounds of your laughs.

“Datteba-”

“Yo!”

#ichiro yamada #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic x reader #hypmic scenarios #ichiro yamada x reader #ichiro x reader

[legion1993]

Weddings are Magical Moments

AN: this is part 3 and probably final part to this series… written in compilation with @icantlivewithyou‘s writting challenge. i hope this concludes the series nicely.  really really really super sorry this was late... life got really busy and i found i could not think of the ending... again super sorry about the late entry... hope this concludes nicely.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Prompt #43 “How did i manage to get the most beautiful girl in the world?”

summery: surprise!!!!

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~summer just after graduation~

the summer consisted of you and Draco finishing getting your apartment set up… it was a messy process, but the photos from graduation now hung on your walls, you didnt use magic to finish setting up your apartment except to reach the high stuff… 

Draco: “i can’t believe we defeated the dark forces and graduated all in the short course of a year… now we have started making this place more homey… but when do we want to do the most important task…”

you turned your attention on Draco as you went over to sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck allowing your noses to collide… 

YN: “and which task is that love?”

Draco: “telling your family… any plans to see then this summer?”

YN: “no but im sure they wouldnt mind if i came for a visit…”

Draco: “what do you think if we went to see them in a few weeks? i mean we could spend about 2 weeks with them and then we will make sure to break the news of our relationship status during those 2 weeks. i just hope its alot smoother than telling everyone else.”

YN: “well if it helps babe, we will leave in a few hours, i am magically packing our things as we speak… if i know my parents and i do, they will bring over all the family that they can get in touch with once we tell them of the engagement. trust me, my family has part scottish and part spanish heritage so its gonna be alot of partying… are you sure you can handle that…”

Draco could only laugh at the thought of what meeting the family would mean… but he was excited by the opportunity. 

Draco: “as long as we are together we will be able to conquer anything. now lets get this show on the road… where do your parents live..”

you had to smile, you had to take a deep breath before revealing your hometown… cause it wasnt the london house that you would stay in every summer with your uncle and aunt… it was elsewhere that your parents mostly lived..

YN: “barcelona… they live in barcelona…”

Draco: “can we get there by train?”

you nod your head and smile, you knew his little tricks, you knew how Draco’s mind worked, though you both had agreed to wait till you were properly married, this didnt mean you both couldnt make out passionately…

you felt his lips graze your neck, your only thought in that moment was of the bliss you felt with each of his kisses. after a very passionate make out session you both grabbed your bags, hopped a taxi all the way to the train station. 

you approached the ticket agent who was nice enough to tell you the time your train would depart, arrive, and even book you guys a ride once there… you both were grateful. 

you both went to wait for the train, you decided to wander into the gift shop… Draco seemingly followed you, you were so lost in your own little daze that you didnt see Draco buying a small bracelet and necklace set for you… 

you went to the counter to spot Draco near papers and magazines. you chose a nice plain gold chain for your fiance. you hid it in your pocket when he met your gaze. 

Draco: “hey love ready to go meet our train?”

YN: “of course. lets go…”

you and Draco hand in hand with your luggage walked over to the train platform… the ride was gonna be 6 hours and 30 mins long. you and Draco would use that time to take a nap and figure out how you guys would tell you parents about the engagement.

the train arrived and was unloaded, your only hope was that with your soon to be family reunion that your parents would be totally understanding about why you hadnt brought Draco home sooner.

you and Draco found your own private stall, your own private stall in the 1st class car, you really get what you pay for… this was sure to make the ride more comfortable. you watched as Draco placed your luggage in the over head storage compartments and took his seat beside you. 

the train was loaded and ready to go in 15 minutes. lots of people, lots of background noise that was drowned out with a sound proofing spell… the only sound you both would be able to hear was the ticket man coming round to check the tickets. 

but before that would happen, you were staring out the window lost in thought. 

Draco: “Love… are you okay?”

you snapped out of it at the feeling of your fiance’s hands on your own.

YN: “of course i’m just trying to figure out the best way with which to approach my parents about the engagement.”

Draco: “come on love, lean into me we will sleep on it, if the ticket checker comes around our magic will put the tickets in the box, they are sitting on the inner window of the door with a do not disturb on the door nob. the ticket man wont come in but he will do the check of the tickets from the look on the door. now lean into me love, we will do the best thinking while we dream.”

you did as Draco suggested, it was amazing how soothing the movement of the train could be, well it was a soothing 4 hours of rest till the train stopped at one of the stations along the route… this was the kind of layover thing that you really didnt expect… but you stirred and looked up at Draco who was still fast asleep.

you moved slightly and smiled as you exited your cabin heading for the washroom. your only hope was to get there and back before Draco would wake up…

you made it to the washroom and did what you wanted to do, before heading back you stopped at the snack cart picking up a small treat for the love of your life and heading back to your cabin. 

you entered to find Draco looking around having just woken up…  his hair a mess, his eyes barely open, you shut the door and went back to his embrace… 

Draco (sleepily): “what time is it?”

YN: “shh go back to sleep love we still have 2 hours till arrival… we will arrive soon! im still here just wrap your arms round me love, we will arrive soon! you will need all the energy and rest you can get before you meet my parents.”

Draco was already holding you from the moment you started talking, but he had passed out short moments ago… all you could think was how you were so lucky… but there it was you felt it, you felt a dark energy enter the train. 

you weren’t sure about what was actually happening, but you ignored the energy, you had no idea about what was about to transpire… you had no idea that someone from your past would soon make an appearance. 

Draco woke up an hour later, you decided that it was time to tell him the rest of the truth. 

Draco: “whats wrong love? you look more worried than before…”

YN: “i feel a presence, a force that i havent felt since before my years at Hogwarts. before i got my acceptance letter to hogwarts, my parents had arranged for me to marry another magic being, a young wizard who was always kind of a creep. last time i ever saw him was the day he tried to rape me… but the last thing i heard he had been told to appear before the ministry for use of the dark arts… but he had been cursing my name in front of the ministry… my parents after that stopped the arrangement, but everywhere i went for a while i felt this dark energy, this energy is the same kind i felt only but an hour ago… Draco what if he is here, what if he is hunting me…”

Draco: “babe, its okay if anyone with so much as a small bit of dark energy gets within 5 feet of you, i’ll fight by your side as i have now sworn to always do… do not forget we are the ones now engaged to be married. we are the ones that defeated the dark powers invading our school, we are the new professors at Hogwarts school… we have the power of love on our side, as long as we are together nothing bad will go wrong… now once we get to barcelona we will find our way to your parents place. then we will be safe…”

YN: “i hope your right babe…”

~arrival in Barcelona, Meeting the parents~

you and Draco hear the station name in both english and spanish, then you both grab your bags and get off the train… you knew the way home so you decided to hail a bicycle taxi which conversation goes like this.

Taxi Driver: “where to guys?”

YN: “YLN manor…”

Taxi Driver: “how do you know the YLNs?”

YN: “i’m their daughter…”

the driver immediately cut all the cost of the ride…

taxi driver: “my apoligies mi’lady i’ll cover the cost of the ride, dont worry about a thing you and your man just relax and enjoy the ride…”

YN: “dont worry about it, it will always be my pleasure to use your services…”

Taxi driver: “you honor me with your presence…”

the driver started driving, it was a very nice scenic ride, you were very happy to be home, you were also very nervous to introduce Draco to your parents. but showing him the way to your spanish home, something about this made things feel right…

Draco: “this is a breath taking sight, but not as breath taking as the first time i saw you…”

YN: “it is beautiful, i cant wait to give you the entensive tour of the grounds… the rose garden, the rest of the house, the maze, my room!”

Draco: “your family sounds loaded… why do you not take advantage of it?”

YN: “cause i like being independant… now lets relax and enjoy the barcelona sights…”

the ride lasted another 30 minutes before arriving outside the gates of your property, you and Draco got off the cart pulling off your luggage turning to the taxi driver… you hand him a $15 tip, he looks at you confused..

YN: “keep it you deserve it… trust me your only the best taxi driver ive ever had bring me up here… thank you so much for all you do…”

the taxi driver went on his way grateful for the kindness shown, you went to the intercom and pressed the call button…

helen: “yes?”

YN: “i’m here to see the lord and lady of the house…”

Helen: “ill let you inside…”

the gates open, you and Draco walk through the gate, you wait to make sure it closes behind you guys before continuing your walk to the door… the door doesnt open right away but you wondered if anyone would even recognize you… 

the door opened at your steps, joys of a magical house… you and Draco entered and the sounds of 2 sets of footsteps echoed growing closer and closer… till you heard your name being called…

Sophie (mom): “YN, YN darling is that you?”

Brandon (dad): “is that my little girl?”

YN: “mom, Dad it is me…”

your mom and dad immediately surrounded you with hugs and love… Draco stood there and let you have a few moments with your parents… then the real conversation began…

You backed out of your parents embrace and into the open embrace of Draco…

YN: “mom, dad this is Draco Malfoy… he is my man…”

Draco: “it is an honor to meet the people who brought such an amazing woman into the world and allowed her to go to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry…”

Sophie (mom): “its an honor to meet you Draco… my name is Sophie…”

Brandon: “its an honor to meet the man who seems to have won the heart of my charming daughter… my name is Brandon… come on in you guys… why didn’t you let us know you were coming pumpkin…”

YN: “i wanted to surprise you guys, i knew you guys were here cause i did a magical check-in… you are gonna love hearing about my final year… this is gonna be one crazy story, but it also leads into my starting to date Draco…”

Sophie (mom): “well lets have Helen take your bags to one guest room and we will have a nice sit down in the living room…”

you and draco follow your parents to the living room…

YN: “place looks the same still… i missed it here…”

Sophie(mom): “and we missed having you here… now you appear and dont even write… like this is crazy… and you show up now with a guy! please darling please explain…”

you and Draco sat on the love seat across from your parents as you began to explain in a little bit of detail the story of what happened and how you met Draco…

YN: “well the story goes like this: me and Draco started at Hogwarts at the same time, he was in my year… we had this kind of rivalry especially in quiddich but thats besides the point… the rivalry was famous, it did wonders for the schools publicity… but during our 3rd year i started being a magic tutor, it was mostly slytherins that needed the help, by the way, that is what house Draco belonged to… but he started to be gentler once i started tutoring him. we started growing closer but didnt admit our feelings till 2 years ago, we hid from public eye ever chance we got to steal a few moments alone… there was a kick our birthdays are within a week of eachother… it was a kick in the pants when the summer before graduating year showed great promise, we had just turned 18 yay for us… we met in hogsmede great minds think alike so we had a butterbeer together but his father and some followers of voldemort showed up at the three broomsticks, it was a scary situation… we booked it out of there and to the alleyway behind grand central station in london… and the feelings came out, from there on we snuck around alot more, before then it had only been the moments before and after quidditch and during the summer, and the moments during the tutoring sessions… the school year started with a moment in the shared slytherin/ravenclaw quidditch captains tent… it was the only lone moment before the school was under attack, we were summoned as house prefecs to the great hall where we were told that the dark forces were entering the school ground, trying to break down the barrier, voldemort and his forces invaded the school, no students were harmed, many teachers were hurt, we only had 2 casualties but voldemort got vanquished but not before voldemort killed Dumbledore… there was only so much that people could do… but after the order of the phoenix and the ministry got there Draco’s parents were disarmed by me and Draco but then were arrested by the order… the school which was semi-destroyed got repaired… the year went on as normal as could be… we didnt loose any students… Professor McGonigal stepped up as the headmistress of the school, i stepped into her position for the classes that she taught that wasnt mine… but Draco stepped in to help fill the position of wherever he could be helpful…”

you had to take a breather, you had basically been taking none stop… tears had been spilling, Draco’s hands on your own as he took over speaking…

Draco: “Sophie and Brandon, during the beginning of the battling i got up to address the school, kind of a we will survive this mess type of speech… and i confessed to the entire school of my feelings for your daughter… naturally the school was amazed but a little shocked, it became the next chapter in our love story… sir, madame, i know that she has already said yes but i still want to ask your permission will you guys allow me the honor of having your daughter’s hand in marriage?”

your parents no sooner had shocked looks on their faces, but there are many ways this could go, your mother now had a look of ‘omg yay!’… your father had just a plain look of ‘omg’… 

Sophie (mom): “i give my blessing… Brandon? what do you think?”

Brandon (dad): “well this is certainly quite the ordeal that you guys have been through, but love builds up through even the smallest things, you know when your mother and i met we were from different houses too… love takes time to bloom into a force more powerful than anything… i too give my blessing on this union… so you guys got engaged at school, during the battle… what a time to do that… but still i suppose live in the now is still a thing… congratulations daughter may your years live long and prosper…”

~celebrate with a healthy horse race~

your father snapped his fingers and champange appeared in all of your hands…

Brandon (dad): “Draco i havent known you very long and i look forward to the day i do, but i have observed how you are around my daughter and i happily approve this union… how are you both feeling?”

You and Draco looked at eachother and smiled lightly…

YN: “we slept on the train ride over, we are pretty good right now… do you guys still have the barn?”

Brandon (dad): “ah my little girl wants to race me again?”

YN: “oh dad when are you gonna learn that you will never beat me?”

Brandon (dad): “apparently never… shall we daughter?”

You got up and followed his gesture with Draco and your mother on your heals…

YN: “of course father!”

arriving at the barn you entered to find your star horse munching on her hay… but when you walked in and called her name she looked at you and let out a happy neigh… 

YN: “hey girl, i missed you too… Draco come meet my baby…”

Draco came up beside you as you stroked your horses nose…

YN: “draco, meet Lyla… Lyla this is my Fiance Draco…”

Lyla approached Draco and nudged his hand, he started to pat her nose… you smiled lightly, you were so hopeful that everything would work the way you wanted it to during this race… like so many times before you would beat your father in the maze race… the hardest track with which to race… 

Sophie (mom): “i have an idea how bout we go in pairs for this race… i go with your father and Draco can go obviously with you YN honey… what do the competitors think?”

you and your father exchanged a look and then turned back to your horses…

Brandon (dad): “sounds fine to me…”

YN: “lets see how well this goes… same rules as usual Dad?”

Brandon (dad): “wands are only for emergency use, this is purely relying on pure riding skill only… Draco, better watch closely for one day you might have to race against me in a singles match…”

Draco: “i look forward to that day…”

you finished grooming your horse and putting on the sattle… then you slid into your riding boots… 

YN: “have you ridden before draco?”

Draco: “a few times, not as often as you it seems… but no matter, we will have a nice healthy race…”

YN: “its not all fun and games… its also not a nice healthy race either… its a vital race that happens at least once every 1-2 years… this is just a little competition between father and daughter, we dubbed it a tradition… but my goal is to remain champion… it gives me sweet perks throughout the year… like little gifts appearing around me, within my things etc… its really sweet…”

Draco came up and gave you a kiss on your forehead, your only trait wrong was your inner demons… you had been feeling them more and more since arriving back on spanish soil… 

Draco felt you shudder beneath his embrace and pulled your chin to face him… 

Draco: “your trembling love… are you sure your up to this?”

YN: “of course… just dont let me fall if i start to…”

Draco: “never… now get up there and lets show your parents what a winning team looks like.”

you got on Lyla first, then helped Draco get on behind you… Your father and mother did the same thing… it was a nightmare… you had no idea how you were supposed to explain your feelings…

Brandon(dad): “lets make this interesting… winning couple gets to have our nicest private room in the barcelona hot spring resort for 2 nights… its gonna be a nice weekend getaway for the people who win that… now  does that sound fair?”

YN: “yes on your mark…”

Brandon (dad): “get set…”

YN: “go…”

you and Lyla took off, Draco holding on as tight as possible… he smiled as you let out a war cry that sounded like something out of hercules legendary journeys or something… (***lol one of my current watchlist***)

anyway, your father and mother were not far behind but you rounded the first corner, and took off at high speeds…

Draco: “hey love, this is beautiful, lets take a walk through here later…”

YN: “you think its beautiful now, wait till nightfall its even prettier…”

Draco started kissing your neck gently, you keep your speed increasing not letting up till the entrance to the maze, where as per tradition you slowed down a bit as to not get hurt or run into anything…

Draco: “this is a-maze-ing!!!!”

You started to giggle, but then silenced your self…

YN: “be extra careful with your vocal tones this maze can send echo’d vibrations of vocals if they are too loud… this route is the one i take its clearly marked with symbols only to be seen by my magic’s eye, my father did the same thing… it is how we trained our horses on which path to take…”

Draco: “understandable… but as long as we are speaking calmly and quietly, what kind of wedding do we want?”

you were not startled but a little surprised at the question…

YN: “something obviously to reflect who we are… how do you feel about a wedding at hogwarts just before the students leave on christmas break?”

Draco: “of course we could use the great hall, all the students, teachers and guests can attend the great hall is probably one of the biggest spaces in the entire school.”

YN: “this will probably shock my parents, but i know there will be some people from my family that will not agree with us on where we decide to hold our wedding but we can count on one thing, that is my parents insatiable appetite for trying to over help with everything…”

Draco: “control freaks eh…”

You nod as the exit to the maze comes into view… you clicked your tongue and felt the wind blow… you knew that your parents were no longer far behind… you and Draco made it out of the maze this sent a shockwave to your parents… your father knew instantly that you had made it out of the maze, but he also knew he had to follow the rules..

Brandon: “Sophie do you think our little girl is gonna be okay? i mean i can see the change but i’m not sure what to entirely make of it…”

Sophie: “well she does seem happy and they do look good together. she wouldnt have brought him home unless she was absolutely sure…”

Brandon: “should we tell her?”

Sophie: “soon we just got her back under our roof, but if we dont tell her before they leave our sted, he will surely come for her…”

Brandon: “do you really think he will, i mean he hasnt set foot back on our property since that day…” 

Sophie: “look dear the exit, hurry lets catch up to our daughter and future son-in-law…”

you and Draco were almost half way round the final bend when you felt a shockwave, your father let out his war cry, it made you look back, you urged Lyla to go faster, as you finished your final round of the hill…

you stood at the top waiting till your father and mother reached the mid way point on the hill, before you urged Lyla in a charge motion with which to pass your parents on their assent of the hill… that is exactly what happened… the look on your father’s face was priceless, works every time… 

Draco: “that was some hardcore stare down…”

YN: “happens every single time we race.. its nothing new… just a little healthy shock your parents, type thing.. now lets win that trip, it will be a nice stay before we head back… plus i was hoping to take you there…”

Draco: “some nice relaxing fun with my fiance sounds like a momentous occasion, was your dad acting a little weird?”

You turned slightly to look at Draco as you both ducked beneath the apple trees…

YN: “you noticed that too… i thought it was just me that noticed…”

Draco: “i hope he doesnt have alterier motives for putting that getaway as the reward…”

you suddenly had to think about this, you were so sure that something had been wrong from the moment your father upped the race stakes… you had never heard him talk that way before…

another shockwave hit, this time it wasnt from the race… you stopped lyla and turned around…

YN: “somethings wrong…”

Draco: “i feel it too… your horse and grounds mi’lady, what do we do?”

YN: “take out your wand and be ready to shoot anything that doesnt look like what we have just ridden through…”

you also drew your wand out of your boot, pulling the reigns Lyla turned around and spoke…

Lyla: “whats wrong? i thought this was a race why are we turning around…”

Draco: “love your horse is talking…”

YN: “did i forget to mention that? oops… yes Lyla something is wrong we just arent sure what just nice and steady down the path Lyla we dont know whats wrong yet…”

Lyla started slowly back down the trail, you and Draco keeping your eyes open for anything suspicious…  you both then heard it, the distant sound of spells being cast… 

you urged Lyla to go faster, you and Draco with your wands ready cast your disarming charm at the same time to the 2 men standing over your parents… you both then got off your horse and stood with wands ready.

YN: “turn around slowly and back away from my parents…”

the 2 guys turned slowly but only one of them spoke…

Trevor: “its good to see you again YN… i see you have returned from school… long time no see…”

YN: “Trevor… back away from my parents.. leave this property before i send you back to the ministry dungeon for obstruction of rules…”

Trevor: “relax i heard you were back in town i figured we should talk…”

YN: “back away from my parents then talk quickly… then ill let my fiance decide what happens to you after that…”

Trevor and his friend now backing away from your parents as they got off the ground and poofed back to the house… you and Draco now stood blocked them from being able to approach the house. 

Trevor: “i gather that the twit beside you is your fiance…”

Draco: “who are you calling a twit asshole…”

Trevor: “YN this guy has a mouth to him… you really picked a charmer… now how bout you guys let us inside and we wont hurt you both…”

Draco: “hey buddy back off, the lady said speak and then let me decide what to do with you…”

You were appauled that he would dare to show his face after all those years ago when he tried to rape you… but he would never get that far this time not with Draco still guarding you…

YN: “Trevor you dare to show your face here after all the pain and turmoil that you pretty well caused me… you got some nerve… Draco dispose of them…”

Draco: “with pleasure my love… then we shall go see if your parents are alright…”

Draco and Trevor now at odds, you were kinda turned on by Draco’s sudden take on a hero verses jealous villain type thing… it was the moment where the knight would keep the princess behind him and face off with the person who was trying to get at her… this case that was true..

Draco: “you leave her be, leave now and i wont defy every bone in my body telling me not to kill you right now…”

Trevor: “you know i would leave but im starting to get really turned on by how hot she looks today, cowering behind you, the way her eyes sparkle in the light of the sun…”

Draco (spell casting): “Sectumsempra”

you watched in delightful horror as Draco now seeming to be enjoying his new magical freedom, aimed that at Trevor… as graduates and full fledged wizards you guys could do magic as often as you like, just not in front of muggles. 

Trevor: “you little rat… Clyde get him…”

Clyde (spell casting): “Levicorpus”

you slowed time a bit and stepped right in front of Draco, unfroze time and let the spell hit you. you hung upside down, and you floated away from the fight… you were so scared, but watched intently as the next spell was cast…

Draco: “Nox”

the field and town went dark… then Draco helped set you back on your feet you both started running, you ran towards the maze… only you knew the way through… out of your family, only you were crazy enough to go into the maze in the dark. 

YN: “remember speak calmly… the walls still send echoes… ugh why is he… wait a minute… thats it…”

 you pulled out your phone and send a 911 Barcelona home to the order… you one response of on way… you were just supposed to hold out till they got there… within seconds you and draco were out of the maze… you guys made your way towards the barn… 

there you guys found Remus…

remus: “whats wrong?”

YN: “he is here, somehow he got out of azkaban… he had been in prison for the last 4 years, but thats because he had tried to rape me, my parents banished him from the grounds, ministry guards took him away i went to hogwarts that fall as though the incident hadnt happened. there were so many things wrong that school year, someone very special told me that he believed in all i could be, told me to believe in myself that things would get better. you know what i believed him, look at where i ended up. the way that life has worked out for me so far is amazing, if not for Draco’s encouragement i would have given up hope a long time ago… but this guy and his pal are dangerous… they need to be put away for a long long time… forever would be nice…”

Remus: “well i have order members searching the ground and Nymphadora is inside with your parents YN, she is explaining things to them as well as protecting them. my job is to stay close to you guys and hit these guys head on…”

YN: “don’t underestimate them, especially the one who calls himself trevor… that scumbag walked away from the sectumsepra… i was sure that he was done for… but that was not the case sadly… last time we saw them was just outside the maze… they followed us in to the maze i know that place like the back of my hand but for those guys odds are they are still in there… if you can tell the order members in the field to surround the maze and be wand ready ill lower the maze… its a simple spell that my parents use to mow the grass in the maze.”

once you had finished speaking Remus ushered you and Draco to the side out of direct view of the entrance to the barn… as footsteps came up the path, you were not sure of who was coming down the path but there was more than one set of steps coming. 

you huddled into Draco who was leaning against the wall… you then realized that there was no light in the barn…

YN: “alohamora..”

the barn lit up as the group of 6 people entered the barn, 4 order members 2 criminals. you breathed a sigh of relief. this was your downfall, you felt a pull away from Draco but as always you fought it. 

Trevor: “you little bitch, you and your skeeving little fiance are gonna pay dearly for this… we are the innocent not them…”

Remus: “silence, you evil skum, order take them to the ministry im sure they are missing some prisoners. ill follow shortly.”

the 6 people disappeared, Remus came over to you and Draco…

Remus: “children i expect to see both of you at the ministry/teachers luncheon the last saturday before school starts…”

Draco: “of course wouldnt miss it…”

YN: “thank you for coming to help with this… ive already sent a file on trevor to the minister they are not going anywhere… thank you again Remus…”

with that Nymphadora comes up beside Remus but not before giving you a homely embracing hug…

Nymphadora: “don’t worry about anything YN you and Draco will live a happy life together. be the greatest power couple to live. dont live according to what your parents have set for examples. make your own examples control your own destinies.”

YN: “i believe we still have a rematch in dueling to do… N..”

Nymphadora: “of course we do and we will get to it soon! once the ministry and the order stop being so hectic.”

you smiled and let her go back to Remus watching as they both disappeared. you went to Lyla and de saddled her and gave her a fresh bale of hay and a few carrots…

Draco: “don’t worry love those creeps will stay put this time… now lets get out of this night air as beautiful as it is, its a little chilly. lets go inside love.”

you and Draco hand in hand walk back towards the house, entering inside you both take off your shoes and head over to the kitchen… you wave your wand and 2 cups of hot chocolate were made… 

you shivered as you took off your sweater, Draco didnt shiver at all he also was dressed better than you…

Draco: “your shivering love, here go sit in the living room, ill bring the drinks.”

you went to sit in the living room, you could hear your parents who were upstairs in their room… it had been a trying day, quite frankly you were exhausted, you were sure that if Draco was smart he wouldnt want to marry into the family…

Draco came over a few moments later and set the hot chocolate on the table. he went to the couch and grabbed a blanket bringing it over to where you and he would be sitting. he opens the blanket and places it around his shoulders making sure that there was enough leyway to wrap you in it as well.. 

Draco: “are you gonna be okay?”

YN: “are you sure you still want to marry me after what just happened?”

Draco pulled you to lay your head in his lap the blanket enchanted by the love emitting off you and Draco fit itself around you guys to keep you both warm. 

Draco: “why would you say that… YN as far as i’m concerned your the best part of everything that i am. i wouldnt be the man i am today if not for you. why would you think i wouldnt want to marry you?”

YN: “i saw how you looked when you saw trevor and me exchange glares and words. you looked like…”

Draco: “like any guy would who just wants to protect his girl from a slimey self absorbed dick head. babe i would marry you right now if it was do-able. but we both know we have people who are waiting for us to say the word on the wedding date and location… i wouldnt trade what we have for anything. now just relax, when your ready we will go upstairs and cuddle like we normally would.”

you lay there in his lap and made a feble attempt to put those horrible thoughts of the events that took place out of your head. Draco kept petting your hair, you kept making sure to keep your thoughts pure and simple… you then pulled out your wand and started to design the Save the Date cards…

Draco watched you do this, he was impressed with the design, once finished you both stared at it with intent looks… 

Draco: “so does this mean we are officially sending these out…”

YN: “i mean the stationary will be better designed by magic and easier to replicate too… everything else can be hand picked no magic necessary… but the stationary will be cheaper and better quality if we do it ourselves with magic.”

Draco: “r u ready to go upstairs love?”

you nod leaving the design on the table… there are many things in this world that you feel extremely comfortable with but the way Draco had you sit up removing the blanket as he picked you up in a craddle and you guys made your way upstairs.

you pointed the way to your room, arriving inside you guys saw your bags on the chair and found your room hadn’t been changed… Draco put you back on your feet and shut the door. 

Draco: “looks like you live better here than at the paris house…”

YN: “not really, kinda but not really… i consider home not by what i have but where my heart is… but you have my heart so my home is now where you are.”

Draco:  “How did i manage to get the most beautiful girl in the world?”

YN: “you simply were a little terrible at school.”

Draco shut the door and playfully stalked towards you… 

Draco: “you know i can’t wait will we get married, i cant wait to see all of you, to be able to have all of you… to be able to say that i am no longer pure… to say that i gave myself to the girl of my dreams as she has given herself to me…”

YN: “draco darling that sounds like seduction in your vocal tones…”

Draco: “then lets live the passion we felt that day 2 weeks before the start of our final year.”

you snapped your fingers making you and Draco shift into your nightware… it was then like the night you guys spent together in london, making out, not caring, not stopping. 

that was the best sleep you had since well that night in london. you and Draco didnt care what time you fell asleep, as long as you both woke the next morning in eachothers embrace that was what truly mattered.

~*time jump* the rest of your stay with your parents in barcelona was fantastic, you and draco celebrated your engagement with a meet ‘n’ greet of the rest of your family… the dancing food music it was alot to take in. by the end of the 2 weeks you guys were ready to get back to your normal lives. as luck would have it when you both got back your teachers owls arrived at the same time. you both decided in a few weeks you would make a trip to diagon alley to do some shopping… and that is where we pick up our story…*~

you both flu power to diagon alley, you guys arrive and start doing your together and individual shops. it was apart of your tradition. it was alot more aparent now than ever the wizarding community didn’t care that you and Draco were together.

YN: “okay how bout we finish the shopping here then we look and see what the wizarding community has for wedding stuff… cause obviously we want some of our lives as wizards in the wedding right.”

Draco: “what about the wedding bands we could have the specially crafted… my father always used this store for all his accessory needs. come along.”

Draco leads you down to the lower side of the alley, you both looking around feeling many eyes on you. but you both stopped before entering the jeweller… 

YN: “why dont we go in love?”

Draco: “cause this man who runs this store was a follower of voldemort.. he was never really apart of anything but he was a low key death eater… i know cause he was often at family gatherings. we have to be very very careful… let me do most of the talking… just stay attached to my arm and be quiet unless spoken too.. i say this for your protection and mine love, not to be mean…”

you nod knowing that if Draco was right and he usually was this man could be especially dangerous. you clung to the arm of your fiance as you both walked inside. within 5 seconds of entering you both were approached by a man who looked to be in his mid to late 40′s maybe a bit older… 

Henry: “Draco, what a plesent surprise, come without your parents. havent seen them for ages how are they…”

Draco: “on their way to a ministry trial… they caused trouble at hogwarts tried to kill me and my fiance here, and attacked the school with voldemort who is now dead, voldemort killed dumbledore and now me along with my gorgeous fiance happen to be in town for some wedding browsing and school prep as we are 2 of the newest hogwarts professors.”

Henry looked shocked… like he had heard nothing about this… 

Henry: “i’m so sorry sir, i had no idea any of this had taken place. now what brings you both into my fine establishment this fine afternoon.”

Draco: “can we place the order for our wedding bands please.?”

Henry: “whats the date of your wedding sir?”

Draco: “december 20, 2020…”

Henry: “why start so early for the wedding collecting?”

Draco: “cause it will save us time in the long run. now can you help us or not?”

Henry: “of course if you guys don’t mind filling out some paper work for the bands and the engravings if any…”

draco nodded Henry went to grab the paperwork, you left Draco to go sit down at the table, you both knew that out of the 2 of you, your writing was the most legible.

Henry re appeared a few moments later with paper work. he placed it on the table in front of you…

Henry: “ive marked everything thats essential to the ring process… ive also marked the spots that need signatures or initials. please feel free to fill out the essential parts plus more if you wish. as much detail as possible when describing what you want done with the rings. please do not hesitate to ask questions.”

Draco sits beside you as you start filling out the form. you inputted as much information as possible, Draco simply drapped his arm around your shoulder as he leaned back in his seat. 

within 5 minutes you were just signing it for the final time… 

YN: “babe sign and initial where i did it is apparent that we both sign and initial this document.”

Draco did so, then brought the document to Henry… who looked it over very carefully, Draco brought you with him to the counter where Henry stood.

Henry: “well it appears everything is in order… how will you guys be paying today…”

Draco: “put it on my new personal tab as i no longer live at home.”

Henry: “very well Mr. Malfoy we will see you in a year…”

you and draco left the store in a happy happy daze, neither of you really caring too much about what the cost would be, this wedding was yours and you both intended to not let any superstition or anything like money stand in the way of having what you both wanted this wedding to be.

you and draco finished your rounds and went home. it was gonna be a long 2 weeks  to finish getting ready and lesson prep for school. you had to prepare what you would teach your students as did Draco… 

Drawing up lesson plans included having some fun mock-dueling. it was a great way to keep eachother on your toes. you both also happened to be the leaders of the schools dueling club. 

Draco: “lets drift into a world thats entirely our own as we binge watch random disney movies.”

~*you guys spent the next week and a half packing and watching iconic disney classics… Draco loved how you would sing every single song, every verse every word… he loved your voice, he loved listening to you sing. the week and a half flew by and soon it was time to travel to london to spend a few days with the order and the ministry. these next few days would include signing a few legal documents, getting the ministries blessing to marry, the orders blessing to marry and attending the teachers/ministry/order dinner before the start of school. the dinner went well, everyone made a toast to you and Draco calling you the heroes of hogwarts, swearing you guys in as professors, and socializing. then it was the day to board the train to hogwarts. of course teachers have to arrive earlier than students. duh… thats how it always works. taking the teachers train then the boats made you guys feel nostolgic, thinking of your first day of your first year at Hogwarts. but this time it was different. you both knew what to expect… or did you…*~

you guys stepped off the boats and walked up the hill to the entrance hall… using your wands you sent your luggage to your room, changing into your professor robes… you guys went to meet the teachers in the great hall… 

Minerva: “Draco, YN welcome back to Hogwarts, i hope you guys enjoy your first year as professors, this year we have taken precautions for any unexpected thing that could happen or befall the school. a repeat of last year will never ever happen again… the students arrive in  a few hours and then we will make our enviroment a magical experience. now teachers i invite you all to go set up your classrooms ill make the announcement when the students arrive.”

You and Draco remained behind to speak a few moments with Minerva… 

Minerva: “i have a special request for you both to have something formal on tonight.. the dinner is gonna be one to harold and don’t worry everyone will be here to witness…”

YN: “what exactly is harolding this evening Minerva?”

Minerva: “sorry dear its a surprise now off you both go, set up your classrooms, press your evening wear, make sure of your hearts and prepare speeches for tonight as well… it will be a momentous occasion.”

you and Draco walk off towards the hallway containing your classrooms. first stopping at yours… you entered looking around the room and thinking about design as you had done from the day you guys got these jobs… you guys had done design ideas for your classrooms… 

YN: “so i dont really want to change too much as i said, i still want to feel like i did when i taught here during graduating year… Draco i dont know which robe to wear tonight… she said formal, what the hell are we going to wear…”

Draco: “dont worry love, we will figure that out after we decorate our classrooms… now decorate your classroom love, something that reflects you and your teaching style.”

You walk into the center point of your classroom and close your eyes, you open your arms to the sides and the classroom transforms to a teal color, the stone straightens up the desks change to a navy color. your desk changes to a emerald green, with a ravenclaw logo on it… 

Draco came up behind you, he made sure to wrap his arms around your waist with a clear view on everything. 

YN: “just tell me its awful or too much and ill change it…”

Draco: “its hot…”

YN: “that also sounds like a heeping wad of seduction in your voice. just you wait till our wedding night, it will be a romantic occasion… though once we start we might not want to stop.”

Draco and you could only laugh as you both exited your classroom and headed for the D.A.T.D.A classroom (defense against the dark arts)… ~(*yes i had to abreviate but i also put what it means cause its fun!*)~

Draco and You walked in and remembered instantly your first official duel, it happened right here in the classroom under the guidance of RJ it was a exercise to see a few students skill levels. this was also where both you and Draco admitted to your individual selves of your feelings for the other. now here you guys are preparing for a wedding, your wedding.

Draco: “i know i need to make a choice so im just going to close my eyes and let the magic happen.”

You watched as Draco’s room turned into like minded shades of teal emerald green and black… it was a very draco like room. you spun around a bit and smiled… 

Draco: “that is much better more me and me when im with you.”

YN: “lets now go spend some time setting up our quarters, maybe have a small makeout session before the announcement of the students arrival is made…”

Draco: “if you were my wife already we would be making a baby by now…”

YN: “i’m surprised Draco Malfoy wants children…”

Draco: “of course i do now hold on tight… ill teleport us there…”

you hold onto Draco as he sends both of you to your new quarters. the shared room approved by the ministry, the school board and the order. you and Draco now had some time alone, finally being back at Hogwarts and not having to hide or sneak around.. 

After a few hours, the sun was finally setting  you and draco decided to find your outfits for the evenings festivities. 

Draco: “wear this one love, it’s as formal & professor like as anything else in your closet…”

draco used his wand to put the dress on you, you took your wand and used it to Bring out Draco’s suit…

YN: “wear this one babe, it will be especially handsome on you.”

Draco: “babe we will look amazing, now are you gonna put it on me or do i have to do it myself.”

you pulled out your wand and used it to put the suit on Draco. you both then stood by the mirror and starred at yourselves together all formal.

Draco: “we look like professors now…”

YN: “yes we do…”

Draco then held his arm towards you facing away from the mirror towards the door.

Draco: “shall we go love?”

You took his arm and smiled.

YN: “of course babe!”

you both made your way down to the great hall which was decorated alot fancier than normal… you both thought nothing of it, for you both thought it was just a ploy to make the school seem a bit more cheery…

you walked out to the balcony leaving Draco who was in conversation with Hagrid but noticed quickly of your absense.

Hagrid: “it is gonna be a pleasure workin’ wit you and YN it is gonna be nice to have 2 of the yungins that i have had the pleasure to watch grow into a fine witch and wizard couple. by the way i was routing for both of you from the moment i met you both. i was hoping you would become a couple.”

Draco: “thank you Hagrid, but do you mind if we continue this conversation in a while, im gonna go make sure YN is okay…”

Hagrid: “of course ill se you at the feast!”

Draco leaves Hagrid with a smile and approaches you from behind wrapping his arms around your waist.

Draco: “here come the boats…”

YN: “there seem to be alot of them..”

Draco: “i’m sure that whatever students come through these halls will adore the professors and learn lots like we did…”

YN: “our first day seems like so long ago now…”

Draco: “today is the first day of our forever… now lets just enjoy watching them come in…”

you and Draco now enjoyed the sight of the boats coming in closer, the lamps lighting the sky, soon you both would hear the wonder of the children to walk these halls for the first time.

but the bell sounded saying that the boats had docked and children were walking up, you and Draco went into the great hall, you both sat in the seats you were assigned… you thought that strange as well but didnt question. for there in the room was a very very different seating arrangement, yes you could tell where the houses were sitting but the set up kinda reminded you of a church… 

but that was probably your brain going into decorating over drive, Minerva then stood before the staff…

Minerva: “the students are just lining up outside i hired another staff member as kind of a run around person for the school, she will be helping out in various activities but mostly as the new head of Gryphondor house.  you will see her in a few seconds. but before we open the doors i want to say i hope this year is gonna shine bright… now bring in the students.”

the doors opened, Draco’s hand was on the small of your back both of you watching the students both first years and originals walk in the room… then you saw the person, the person who you were sure would have ended up working for the ministry…

you let out a smile one that you were sure she had also seen… the sorting process began, the memories of you and Draco getting sorted were coming back everything seemed so long ago and yet not so far. 

Draco (in your ear): “no matter what happens you always have people who care for you always and forever.”

that sent a shiver down your spine as did the open speech that Minerva was now giving…

Minerva: “now that the first years have been sorted i have a few things to introduce… the first is we have some staffing additions… i as the transfiguration teacher have become the headmistress of the school, my position has been taken by YN YLN an alumni of the recent school graduation. the position of defense against the dark arts has been filled by Draco Malfoy another alumni of the recent school graduation. the position of Head of Gryphondor house and official class helper and demonstration specialist has now been filled by Hermione Granger another alumni from the recent school graduation year. but before we dive into our beginning of year feast, i have one more surprise. i welcome in now some very special honored guests as well as invite YN and Draco to go open the doors…”

you and Draco go & walk to the doors each of you to each side opening them and watching as ministry, order and family members all started pouring in and filling in the extra seats. both of you were very very very confused… but then you saw them, 2 figures that were smiling and so very familiar… 

YN: “mom, dad…”

you ran straight into the arms of your parents, neither of them lightening up on their embraces of you… they released you to bring you and Draco aside…

Sophie: “have either of you been told anything?”

YN: “no we havent Minerva wouldnt tell us anything… she just said we had to dress formal and that we would never forget this night… whats going on mom…”

Brandon: “Draco i wonder if i might have a word with you alone for a moment…”

Draco placed a kiss to your cheek as he walked off with your dad… this left you with your mother…

YN: “okay mom whats going on?”

Sophie: “we got a letter from Minerva that said she wanted to celebrate a new union tonight… then she told us to stop by the jeweler in diagon alley said she had been told you and Draco had been there, we went there and picked up your rings… does that give you the clue as to what is going on honey…”

thats when it hit you, the people, the decorations, hermione you were sure harry and ron were there too, the seating layout, the carpet coloring, the aisle… you were getting married tonight…

YN: “mom tell me its true… tell me that the biggest day of my life is happening, tell me that i’m about to… OMG my dress is totally the wrong color… wrong style wrong everything… Mom can you come under the cover of the stairs and help me fix my dress please… its totally wrong, had we had fair warning we could have been dressed properly for the occasion…”

Sophie: “now now my dear come on lets get you all ready for this… ill help you just as your father is helping Draco…”

your mother and you went behind the stairs and she started helping you with her powers to design your dress based on what ever you and she had ever discussed… 

meanwhile Brandon and Draco were having a heart to heart…

Brandon: “listen Draco i know your about to marry my little girl and i understand your being nervous you have every right to be, hell i was nervous when i married YN’s mom, don’t worry my boy i’m sure whereever your parents are right now they would be extremely proud deep deep down off the man you have become. now lets change the color of your attire and get you into position…”

Draco: “before i do this i want to say something, i know your opinion of me wasnt very high from the beginning but i also know that without the approval of her Parents YN wouldnt have been as happy as she is today. i thank you from the bottom of my heart and soul for raising such a elegant and talented young woman and allowing me to make her my wife.”

Brandon: “your welcome. now hold still and prepare to be amazed…”

and just like that Draco’s outfit too changed transformed with a flick of Brandon’s wand. both the men walked around and back into the great hall and up the aisle… the doors were then set to close once your mom let out a slight whistle. 

Hermione met your dad and Draco at the alter…

Hermione: “Draco, i know now that my cousin has truly found someone special to call her own for her happiness… im honored to be in the fine presence of my dear uncle once more…”

Brandon: “congratulations Hermione on the new position here at the school… i actually have this favor to ask of you Hermione will you go to the end of the aisle and walk YN up the aisle in my place…”

Hermione nodded her head and popped herself to you… her appearance scared you and your mom…

Hermione: “aunt sophie, ive spoken with your husband and i am instructed to walk my dear cousin down the aisle, you are to join your husband at the end of the aisle.”

Sophie: “i just have one more thing to give YN to hold on to for the ceremony…”

your mom gives you the box containing the magic bound ring… you took it holding it in your hand… your mom kissed you on the cheek and walked back into the great hall whistling as she entered the hall…

the doors closed before you and hermione took your places. 

YN: “for the record, i’m glad your here cuz… i couldnt imagine doing this day without you…”

Hermione: “i couldnt imagine missing this chance to share this day with you…”

YN: “its gonna be exciting to work together…”

Hermione: “we just have to wait for the minister to say a few words first… dont worry we will be able to hear everything…”

~inside the great hall the festivities are just beginning.~

Minerva was settling the crowd, before continuing to speak. 

Minerva: “okay i now invite Cornelius Fudge our Minister of Magic to the podium to begin this wonderous ceremony… and to the happy couple know that the school staff and i are all very very proud of you both for everything your relationship has endured.”

Cornelius comes up to the stage exchanging a brief hug with Minerva and stepped up to the podium before speaking… 

Cornelius: “honored guests, family and friends, students of this magnificent establishment, let us all join together in the celebration of the marriage between Draco Malfoy and YN YLN. this happy couple are alumni’s of the school, now they are ready to be joined in holy matrimony. under the laws which bind us as witches and wizards, we all join together to bind these two in celebration of their love. please rise with me as the bride enters the great hall…”

harmonious music starts playing through the hall and the entryway, there is air caught in your throat, the ground beneath you feels like sinking sand. Hermione basically slows time a bit to help you gather your wits…

Hermione: “girl i know it feels like you cant move or breathe right now but thats just your nerves, everyone gets nervous at one point or another, its apart of life we wouldnt be human if we didnt get nervous. now we will walk you down the aisle to your prince charming and like we have discussed and fantasized about so many times… i’ll not let you make a fool out of your self today…”

you turned and hugged your cousin knowing full well she was right, she knew you were nervous, she knew more about you than you did about yourself. you let go and straightened up a bit.

YN: “thank you cuz for understanding why i hid this from even you… i trusted you but as me and Draco had…”

Hermione: “i get it cuz say no more now lets get out there before everyone thinks something is wrong.”

setting time back on course, setting yourself up for first reaction at the opening of the door, the first thing that caught to your ear was a whisper on the air from Draco..

Draco (in a whisper through the air waves): “come to me babe, we will be celebrating together soon enough. just keep your eyes locked on mine.”

you and Hermione both now in dresses beyond comparison made the crowd awe in wonder at the sight of you guys in your dresses. Draco’s face was one of pure bliss, he looked like he was mentally undressing you.

making your way up the aisle one step at a time, you smiled knowing that in a few short moments you would be saying ‘I Do’ with a man who makes your heart soar… 

you made it all the way up the aisle, your parents met you at the alter and waited for cornielius to start the speal… 

Cornelius: “honored guests of the bride and groom, students and staff of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. welcome to the wedding of Draco Malfoy and YN YLN now i will ask Brandon the father of the bride to bring the charge and blessing to the couple then we will proceed from there.”

your father approached you and took your hands in his own hugging you before only holding one of your hands in his own as he spoke.

Brandon: “YN, your mother and i are very proud of the young woman you have grown into, we are blessed this day to give you away, but i have a charge for your husband to be… this is a magical charge it is supposed to bring good fortune and joy to your union as a couple but only the husband speaks for both of you as a couple… Draco, will you promise to protect, honor, love, cherish and uphold any and all vows/promises you make to YN from today and forever?”

Draco: “i solemly swear so to do under the laws and bindings of magic.”

Brandon: “then may your union with my daughter be fruitful, blessed and strengthened by the laws that bind us magically.”

your father then put your hand in Draco’s, the touch of his skin made you smile, you were happy and you looked hot to boot. the ceremony continued.

Cornelius: “very good now before we exchange vows and rings does anyone here object to this union?”

no one objected, so the ceremony continued.

Cornelius: “very good Draco, YN could you both join hands and face eachother, Draco we will start with you… start your vows when your ready!”

Draco cleared his throat as he began to speak.

Draco: “several years ago i stepped into the London grand central station and onto platform 9 ¾ for the first time, my heart started pounding the further i got onto the platform. my mind was racing a thousand miles a second, then you walked past me walking your luggage, the 2 people who i now know to be your parents over near the platform entrance. your aura was one i had never seen before, we had not yet met but i could tell you were gonna be someone special to me. For the years to follow I was always attracted to you, I knew you were my one but due to my family’s nature and their expectations I couldn’t act on my feelings for it scared me at the thought of what might happen to you if my dad found out. The day in London where we spent that night cuddled in my London safe house was a nice change we were finally together. But now standing here declaring to everyone that I love you is the best thing I have ever done. I promise this day forward to love, honor, cherish, respect and protect you for all the days to follow and forever.”

it was your tears that brought Draco’s hand temperarely out of your own to wipe away your tears before you started speaking. 

YN: “Draco I love you with all my heart, yes our journey of us is only just beginning it was blooming into what it is now when we first met. The more I knew you the more my heart soared the more it soared the stronger my feelings became. I know that I wouldn’t be standing here today if you weren’t such an amazing guy Draco I commit myself fully to you, you already have my heart, I commit to you my body, my life, my devotion, love, honor, respect and protection. I know one day we will do great things for this school as the people did who taught in our same positions. Today you gain all of me as I gain all of you. I love you always and forever.” 

Cornelius cleared his throat the crowd did the same some people got really teary eyed. 

Cornelius: you both may now exchange the rings reinstating what you have said in your vows.“ 

 Draco held your left hand in his right hand and started to speak. 

Draco: “I Draco, take you YN to be my wife from this day forward forsaking all others for as long as we both shall live.”

 Draco slid the ring on your finger and you got into position with his ring and started to speak. 

YN: “I YN take you Draco to be my husband from this day forth in sickness health protection and blessing forsaking all others as long as we both shall live.” 

Everyone teared up some more for they all knew what came next as Cornelius once more spoke.

 Cornelius: “as minister of magic it gives me great pleasure to pronounce you husband and wife. Draco you may kiss your bride.” 

Draco pulled you close and you both slid into the passionate kiss it was a little salty from your tears but that didn't matter. Once you both pulled back the crowd roared with applause as Cornelius spoke once more. 

Cornelius: “I present to this entire audience of family and friends Mr and Mrs Draco Malfoy!” 

The crowd cheered louder. The party began shortly after with a feast first and then the address from the new couple. The address went something like this. 

Draco: “friends, family, honored guests we are thrilled to have you all here today, when YN and I had discussed our wedding we imagined well not this, but something far more elegant. We both want to thank everyone for putting this together, we especially want to thank Minerva for the surprise, for all that she has done for us, supporting us our relationship fighting for us and our right to be together. She was the first professor to figure out that me and YN were an item. She kept it from everyone on our account and our word. She has been there for us through thick and thin and we just wan to honor her tonight. Without her we would not be the brightest witch and wizard of our generation.”

You immediately jumped in to spread out a few more addresses. 

YN: “I also would like to take this opportunity to thank 3 amazing people without whom we would have given up hope of us a long time ago. Harry, you showed us that courage is all that there is to make us stronger. Well Harry it worked for both of us so thank you. Ron, you showed us that we don't have to be fearful of everything but instead that it's good to face your fears. I can definitely say it worked thank you for all that you are. And lastly my dearest cousin Hermione, girl where do I begin, sure you didn't like Draco at first but once you saw how happy I was you began to like him didn't you, I know that one day you will find and marry your prince charming too, and when that day comes I'll stand by you just as you stood by me. Thank you girl for all you are and continue to be all you can be. Thank you everyone for coming and please enjoy the party. Let's hit the dancefloor and party like Dawn will arrive fast!”

The party went on for a few hours but you and Draco didn't stay for the entire thing instead you both went back to your room and finally gave into the longing passion you both had been longing for for like ever.

#iclwy writing challenge

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Quilty as charged: Ben Quilty exhibition bridges the wonderful and the abhorrent

Quilty is the biggest show in town, as John Neylon reviews the first major survey of Ben Quiltys work. Churchill described success as stumbling from failure to failure with no loss of enthusiasm. Now why should that thought come to mind when reflecting on the art of Ben Quilty? By any measure, his progress to date has been entirely successful. The artist won in 2011 the Archibald Prize for his portrait of Margaret Olley and in 2009 the Doug Moran National Portrait Prize for a painting of Jimmy Barnes. He was awarded a Brett Whiteley Travelling Art Scholarship in 2002. He has presented a significant number of solo exhibitions and been included in many survey exhibitions and biennials. His work is held in the National Gallery collection and those of almost all Australian state art museums. Most recently, he has been honoured with a major survey show, Quilty, recently launched at the Art Gallery of South Australia (curated by Lisa Slade). The exhibition will subsequently tour to Art Gallery NSW and Queensland Art Gallery. Critic John McDonalds eye brow raise on the AGNSWs feting of Quilty, aged 46 (when senior artists Charles Blackman and Robert Dickerson both died without a retrospective in their home city), makes interesting reading. Then again, no other artist bar Brett Whiteley has been given the honorific of an opera based on their life and work. The Australian Opera production of Whiteley will be staged at the Sydney Opera House. But if Quiltys trajectory maintains its upward thrust, he may one day be so celebrated. A recent photo shoot (Good Weekend cover) showing the artist in Pasolini pose with a barbed wire crown might give a hint of how some librettist may one day mythologise him.

Installation view: Quilty, Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide, 2019 (Photo: Grant Handcock) This is an impressive level of recognition for a creative talent that has barely begun to hit its stride. Add to this the loosening of the art worlds grip on the Quilty narrative as the wider Australian community picks up the story and claims the artist as one of its own. This is rare but it does happen. Tom Roberts and Arthur Streeton, then Hans Heysen, gave expression to a sense of national identity through pastoral landscape. Sidney Nolan and Arthur Boyd gave utterance to the soul of a nation beginning to reflect on its inner life. Brett Whiteley riffed off 1960s counter culture vibes and Kathleen Petyarre created magic carpets of country that invited the nation to get on board. A sense that Ben Quilty may be destined (or expected) to face such a responsibility was evident at this years Adelaide Writers Week when the artist held a large crowd captive with his articulate description of how he sees his practice relating to wider community issues and aspirations. The audience was primed. Through extensive media exposure his credentials as an activist artist became well-known. In 2011 he worked as an Official War Artist with Australian troops in Afghanistan and subsequently created a compelling series of portraits of service men and women grappling with the trauma of what theyd experienced. His well-known life vest series came from the experience of witnessing refugee camps in the Lebanese Beqaa Valley and of walking life vest-strewn beaches on the Greek Islands of Lesbos and Chios. Then there was the close association with Muryan Sukamaran who was sentenced to death for drug trafficking in Indonesia. Audiences for Quilty the exhibition will be well served by a comprehensive representation of such images and a solid representation of formative work such as the cars and budgies which declare the artists mordant wit and subscription to bold gestural painting. But far more lies in wait, particularly the interlocking and tangled compositions associated with the Last Supper series.

Self Portrait, the executioner, Ben Quilty, 2015, Southern Highlands, New South Wales, oil on linen, 195.0 x 140.4 cm; Gift of the artist 2015. Donated through the Australian Governments Cultural Gifts Program, Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney (Photo: Mim Stirling) There are some safer havens in the form of Rorschach blot-mediated images, particularly the familiarity of The Island, seen in Dark Heart, the 2014 Adelaide Biennial of Australian Art, Evening Shadows Rorschach after Johnstone (a somber riff off AGSAs most popular painting of all time Evening shadows backwater of the Murray, South Australia) and, another panoramic work, Fairy Bower Rorschach. In the light of recent media focus on massacre sites in Australia, this particular work, referencing such a site, an idyllic picnic ground on Gundungarra country where in 1834 Aboriginal women and children were reputedly massacred, sends a chill through the room. These works are visually engaging even if they hold their dark secrets close to their hearts. Viewers I noticed spent real time looking at them as if engaged in a Wheres Wally? battle of wits to find the hidden details. These images help to explain Quiltys sustained use of the Rorschach blotting technique of transferring, by folding and pressing, a positive image of thick, wet paint onto the other (blank) half of the canvas. As any respectable Rorschach blot will tell you, its all in the mind. But in the company of other works dwelling on hurt and misery they carry out their duties as gates to hell with disconcerting ease. The Rorschach spin is useful as a slingshot into the grotesque which, in Quiltys imagery, acts as circuit breaker between the wonderful and the abhorrent. Every time he distorts a face to breaking point or subjects a figure to dismemberment there is an appeal to ones inner sense of dread and the voyeur within. Whenever a head or a landscape pulls apart to morph into a Siamese-twin-like thing the grotesque comes sniffing around. From another perspective this recourse to the grotesque as a default within Quiltys imagery may act as an escape valve to relieve what must be for the artist a build-up of almost unbearable tension as he coopts his feelings to the tasks at hand. The grotesque always threatens to erupt as hysterical laughter. In a number of works, particularly faces with extruded noses and goggle eyes, the shriek of horror comes from the lips of Shrek, the unlikely hero. Time for Samuel Johnson, He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man. This extensive exhibition, with its mid-section line-up of large-scale works that tend to tower over the viewer, oozes with visceral, oleaginous energy. We are not, as a rule, used to dealing with very large paintings, particularly figurative images calling down fire and brimstone on the worst the world serves up. Australian artist Richard Lewers The History of Australia is another, recent example. From an historical perspective, consider the status of the big picture in the Victorian era when panoramic vistas of everyday life by William Powell Frith, such as The Derby Day and The Railway Station, drew large crowds. In the modern era, some in Adelaide may recall being transfixed by the Hiroshima Panels, exhibited at the Art Gallery of South Australia in 1958. So, in one sense, Quilty is winding back the hands of the clock to a time when large paintings (and any paintings for that matter) addressed matters of social concern. The way-points in this reverse journey are many, so perhaps stop at Goya or youll be crushed by it all. My recommendation take a good hard look at Thodore Gricaults The Raft of the Medusa before climbing down into the darkened chambers of Quiltys Dantean journey into the mind. Medusa throws up the same questions: why them not us? Will justice be served?

Installation view: Quilty featuring Self-portrait at 43 and The island by Ben Quilty, Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide, 2019 (Photo: Grant Handcock) From here, segue to the gate-keeper of modernitys limner of the human condition, Francis Bacon, who, when he visited a butchers shop, thought it surprising that I wasnt there instead of the animal. Look out for some Bacon references in the bared teeth of one self-portrait. If curious about this ambient link between Quiltys and Bacons agendas, consider this observation by artist Stacy Makishi. In my response to Francis Bacon, I wanted to push my explorations toward finding a transgressive kind of beauty. I wished to paint a muscular poem; a wet poem with saliva, sweat, tears and body fluids a poem that pushed ones body through a glass of forbidden desire. Pushing ones body resonates with Quilty (the exhibition publication) essayist Justin Pattons comment that the artist likes to chase the moment when his forms begin to push back. And thats what his monumental Last Supper images do when their interlocking sweeps of pigment and advancing/receding planes of colours and shapes (looking like a gelati Leger painting sliding towards the footpath) trap the gaze and hold it. Abandon all expectations of subject or social concern (as in the nearby feral polemic (Patton again)) of Quiltys rage at Trumps ascension, and surrender to the paint and the rush of creating something that is primarily about and of itself. In this regard, Quiltys priorities and methodologies line up with artist Robert Motherwells take on arts end game. For him it was all about managing feeling. To find and invent objects whose felt quality satisfies the passions that for me is the activity of the artist No wonder the artist is constantly placing and displacing, relating and rupturing relations veering towards the unknown and chaos yet ordered and related in order to be comprehended. There is art world commentary on the Quilty dilemma the risks of overpowering the art with the polemic and so on. While the artist continues to follow where the medium leads there is every chance that his creative journey will continue to be sustained. So back to the paint and Churchill. The walls of paint overpower almost every other consideration in this exhibition. Perhaps the best analogy to leave you with is that of the solo climber, clinging to the sheer rock wall with only the pressure of a thumb or a toe between the climber and death. In this situation the risks are beyond comprehension. No. Ben Quilty isnt facing such life and death decisions whenever he goes in to the studio. But the manner in which he traverses his canvases is high risk, with the thought of failure always needing to be countered by boundless enthusiasm.

Installation view: Quilty, Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide, 2019 (Photo: Grant Handcock) Quilty Art Gallery of South Australia Until Sunday, June 2 agsa.sa.gov.au https://www.adelaidereview.com.au/arts/visual-arts/ben-quilty-exhibition-review/

[adelaideattractions]

Quilty as charged: Ben Quilty exhibition bridges the wonderful and the abhorrent

Quilty is the biggest show in town, as John Neylon reviews the first major survey of Ben Quiltys work. Churchill described success as stumbling from failure to failure with no loss of enthusiasm. Now why should that thought come to mind when reflecting on the art of Ben Quilty? By any measure, his progress to date has been entirely successful. The artist won in 2011 the Archibald Prize for his portrait of Margaret Olley and in 2009 the Doug Moran National Portrait Prize for a painting of Jimmy Barnes. He was awarded a Brett Whiteley Travelling Art Scholarship in 2002. He has presented a significant number of solo exhibitions and been included in many survey exhibitions and biennials. His work is held in the National Gallery collection and those of almost all Australian state art museums. Most recently, he has been honoured with a major survey show, Quilty, recently launched at the Art Gallery of South Australia (curated by Lisa Slade). The exhibition will subsequently tour to Art Gallery NSW and Queensland Art Gallery. Critic John McDonalds eye brow raise on the AGNSWs feting of Quilty, aged 46 (when senior artists Charles Blackman and Robert Dickerson both died without a retrospective in their home city), makes interesting reading. Then again, no other artist bar Brett Whiteley has been given the honorific of an opera based on their life and work. The Australian Opera production of Whiteley will be staged at the Sydney Opera House. But if Quiltys trajectory maintains its upward thrust, he may one day be so celebrated. A recent photo shoot (Good Weekend cover) showing the artist in Pasolini pose with a barbed wire crown might give a hint of how some librettist may one day mythologise him.

Installation view: Quilty, Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide, 2019 (Photo: Grant Handcock) This is an impressive level of recognition for a creative talent that has barely begun to hit its stride. Add to this the loosening of the art worlds grip on the Quilty narrative as the wider Australian community picks up the story and claims the artist as one of its own. This is rare but it does happen. Tom Roberts and Arthur Streeton, then Hans Heysen, gave expression to a sense of national identity through pastoral landscape. Sidney Nolan and Arthur Boyd gave utterance to the soul of a nation beginning to reflect on its inner life. Brett Whiteley riffed off 1960s counter culture vibes and Kathleen Petyarre created magic carpets of country that invited the nation to get on board. A sense that Ben Quilty may be destined (or expected) to face such a responsibility was evident at this years Adelaide Writers Week when the artist held a large crowd captive with his articulate description of how he sees his practice relating to wider community issues and aspirations. The audience was primed. Through extensive media exposure his credentials as an activist artist became well-known. In 2011 he worked as an Official War Artist with Australian troops in Afghanistan and subsequently created a compelling series of portraits of service men and women grappling with the trauma of what theyd experienced. His well-known life vest series came from the experience of witnessing refugee camps in the Lebanese Beqaa Valley and of walking life vest-strewn beaches on the Greek Islands of Lesbos and Chios. Then there was the close association with Muryan Sukamaran who was sentenced to death for drug trafficking in Indonesia. Audiences for Quilty the exhibition will be well served by a comprehensive representation of such images and a solid representation of formative work such as the cars and budgies which declare the artists mordant wit and subscription to bold gestural painting. But far more lies in wait, particularly the interlocking and tangled compositions associated with the Last Supper series.

Self Portrait, the executioner, Ben Quilty, 2015, Southern Highlands, New South Wales, oil on linen, 195.0 x 140.4 cm; Gift of the artist 2015. Donated through the Australian Governments Cultural Gifts Program, Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney (Photo: Mim Stirling) There are some safer havens in the form of Rorschach blot-mediated images, particularly the familiarity of The Island, seen in Dark Heart, the 2014 Adelaide Biennial of Australian Art, Evening Shadows Rorschach after Johnstone (a somber riff off AGSAs most popular painting of all time Evening shadows backwater of the Murray, South Australia) and, another panoramic work, Fairy Bower Rorschach. In the light of recent media focus on massacre sites in Australia, this particular work, referencing such a site, an idyllic picnic ground on Gundungarra country where in 1834 Aboriginal women and children were reputedly massacred, sends a chill through the room. These works are visually engaging even if they hold their dark secrets close to their hearts. Viewers I noticed spent real time looking at them as if engaged in a Wheres Wally? battle of wits to find the hidden details. These images help to explain Quiltys sustained use of the Rorschach blotting technique of transferring, by folding and pressing, a positive image of thick, wet paint onto the other (blank) half of the canvas. As any respectable Rorschach blot will tell you, its all in the mind. But in the company of other works dwelling on hurt and misery they carry out their duties as gates to hell with disconcerting ease. The Rorschach spin is useful as a slingshot into the grotesque which, in Quiltys imagery, acts as circuit breaker between the wonderful and the abhorrent. Every time he distorts a face to breaking point or subjects a figure to dismemberment there is an appeal to ones inner sense of dread and the voyeur within. Whenever a head or a landscape pulls apart to morph into a Siamese-twin-like thing the grotesque comes sniffing around. From another perspective this recourse to the grotesque as a default within Quiltys imagery may act as an escape valve to relieve what must be for the artist a build-up of almost unbearable tension as he coopts his feelings to the tasks at hand. The grotesque always threatens to erupt as hysterical laughter. In a number of works, particularly faces with extruded noses and goggle eyes, the shriek of horror comes from the lips of Shrek, the unlikely hero. Time for Samuel Johnson, He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man. This extensive exhibition, with its mid-section line-up of large-scale works that tend to tower over the viewer, oozes with visceral, oleaginous energy. We are not, as a rule, used to dealing with very large paintings, particularly figurative images calling down fire and brimstone on the worst the world serves up. Australian artist Richard Lewers The History of Australia is another, recent example. From an historical perspective, consider the status of the big picture in the Victorian era when panoramic vistas of everyday life by William Powell Frith, such as The Derby Day and The Railway Station, drew large crowds. In the modern era, some in Adelaide may recall being transfixed by the Hiroshima Panels, exhibited at the Art Gallery of South Australia in 1958. So, in one sense, Quilty is winding back the hands of the clock to a time when large paintings (and any paintings for that matter) addressed matters of social concern. The way-points in this reverse journey are many, so perhaps stop at Goya or youll be crushed by it all. My recommendation take a good hard look at Thodore Gricaults The Raft of the Medusa before climbing down into the darkened chambers of Quiltys Dantean journey into the mind. Medusa throws up the same questions: why them not us? Will justice be served?

Installation view: Quilty featuring Self-portrait at 43 and The island by Ben Quilty, Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide, 2019 (Photo: Grant Handcock) From here, segue to the gate-keeper of modernitys limner of the human condition, Francis Bacon, who, when he visited a butchers shop, thought it surprising that I wasnt there instead of the animal. Look out for some Bacon references in the bared teeth of one self-portrait. If curious about this ambient link between Quiltys and Bacons agendas, consider this observation by artist Stacy Makishi. In my response to Francis Bacon, I wanted to push my explorations toward finding a transgressive kind of beauty. I wished to paint a muscular poem; a wet poem with saliva, sweat, tears and body fluids a poem that pushed ones body through a glass of forbidden desire. Pushing ones body resonates with Quilty (the exhibition publication) essayist Justin Pattons comment that the artist likes to chase the moment when his forms begin to push back. And thats what his monumental Last Supper images do when their interlocking sweeps of pigment and advancing/receding planes of colours and shapes (looking like a gelati Leger painting sliding towards the footpath) trap the gaze and hold it. Abandon all expectations of subject or social concern (as in the nearby feral polemic (Patton again)) of Quiltys rage at Trumps ascension, and surrender to the paint and the rush of creating something that is primarily about and of itself. In this regard, Quiltys priorities and methodologies line up with artist Robert Motherwells take on arts end game. For him it was all about managing feeling. To find and invent objects whose felt quality satisfies the passions that for me is the activity of the artist No wonder the artist is constantly placing and displacing, relating and rupturing relations veering towards the unknown and chaos yet ordered and related in order to be comprehended. There is art world commentary on the Quilty dilemma the risks of overpowering the art with the polemic and so on. While the artist continues to follow where the medium leads there is every chance that his creative journey will continue to be sustained. So back to the paint and Churchill. The walls of paint overpower almost every other consideration in this exhibition. Perhaps the best analogy to leave you with is that of the solo climber, clinging to the sheer rock wall with only the pressure of a thumb or a toe between the climber and death. In this situation the risks are beyond comprehension. No. Ben Quilty isnt facing such life and death decisions whenever he goes in to the studio. But the manner in which he traverses his canvases is high risk, with the thought of failure always needing to be countered by boundless enthusiasm.

Installation view: Quilty, Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide, 2019 (Photo: Grant Handcock) Quilty Art Gallery of South Australia Until Sunday, June 2 agsa.sa.gov.au https://www.adelaidereview.com.au/arts/visual-arts/ben-quilty-exhibition-review/