#anyway let it be known i love harry potter as much as the next asshole of this generation but you can love hp and hate her

[yenneferw]

Can you please rant about jk Rowling she’s fucking awful with her queerbaiting, racism, and transphobia. Like I need someone else to validate me for not liking her

absolutely i hate her!!!!! this is a REALLY long post but she’s written so much and she’s been in the spotlight since her books got famous so like… there’s a lot to talk about i guess. anyway @ jk rowling get ready to be called out 

racism

first of all on this valid bitch of an i hate jk rowling post, the ilvermorny houses. it’s like…. Big cultural appropriation of native american ideas and stories, twisting them to fit her narrative for harry potter and completely disrespecting their history and origins. the history she creates for north american wizards is shit too, saying that native americans would “primitively” practice magic until europeans civilized them with wands (even tho…. it’s like really impressive to do magic without wands in her universe??? like sounds like the native americans were way ahead of europeans, but ofc she twists her own narrative to make the natives primitive). her whole history or north american wizardry also apparently just follows white wizards immigrating to north america and shit…… 

this video is……. a really good poem on the stereotypes and fetishization of cho chang and there’s no way i can reword what the speaker says bc she says it too good so,,, watch it

jk rowling is also really good at speaking out about racism when she wants to on twitter and yet all of her canonical poc characters in the books are background characters. i know hermione is black in the cursed child play, but that feels a bit like the dumbledore thing to me, like they never actually talk abotu it in the books? and if she wanted hermione to be black why didn’t she have any protests about emma watson being cast? if she wanted harry to be brown why didn’t she have any protests about daniel radcliffe being cast? i don’t know if she had any say in that, but i guess she had a say in insisting that the actors had to be british, so if she cared about making a main character poc, why did she not have any qualms about the cast, even in retrospect, even respectful ones like “i love daniel and emma to death but in retrospect i wrote them as characters of color”?

like she didn’t have to push dean and cho and the very small characters of color to the side but she did. she didn’t have to stereotype cho but she did. there are no poc in fbawtft, or there aren’t in the movie at least – and if she’s so happy about johnny depp and can speak out about that relentlessly, but she wanted there to be characters of color in fantastic beasts, why can’t she speak out about that? 

like the cultural appropriation is enough to see that she’s clearly a racist asshole who doesn’t care about the cultures of people who aren’t white, but it’s also clear to see in the background of her writing that she doesn’t care about research for shit if it’ll help to respect people of color in her stories, and she certainly doesn’t care to ensure that there are important characters of color for people to look up to when they read her books or watch the movies about them 

transphobia 

i guess she liked a terf’s article on twitter? like i dont’ knwo how reputable my sources on that were or if she meant to, but if she did, yikes

and from what i saw of the article it was Deep Terf Rhetoric, and tbqh i wouldn’t put it past her to have meant to have done that

i’ve seen ppl saying harry potter has transphobic aspects to it as well but i couldn’t find anything under all the times she’s “defended” trans ppl on twitter like idk i can’t take anythign she says on twitter by heart bc everything she does feels performative and fake af, and i haven’t read the books in like four years so i can’t say for sure based on my own memory 

also she wrote a trans woman in a more recent novel and she’s apparently totally impulsively violent like wow great way to conform to nasty stereotypes about trans women lmfao

like esp bc of this i wouldn’t put it past her to be a terf

homophobia & queerbaiting

saying! dumbledore! is gay! after! the fucking! book series! is not! representation!!!!!

even if she HAD make him gay during the series, he’s not good rep??? he was a manipulative asshole who let a child stay in an abusive home becuase he was too big of a dumbass to think about a way around the issue so that a little boy could live in a home full of people who treated him fairly. so uhh?? the cishets can fucking have him, i don’t WANT him in the goddamn community. 

but she thinks that she’s not homophobic bc he’s the only gay character who never even got to talk about being gay, who we never see in a relationship with a man. like throwing gay ppl scraps isn’t?? rep??? it’s queerbaiting you dumb bitch @ jk rowling…. 

she specifically said herself that werewolves are meant to represent diseases like AIDS, and characters like fenrir greyback are predatory werewolves who want tos pread around the AIDS-like disease, conforming to 1980s homophobic stereotypes against gay people for “wanting” to spread around AIDS like how can you in one breath say you want to bring light to diseases like AIDS and in the next make a character who literally models homophobic stereotypes with the same disease?? 

also, remus was supposed to be gay apparently, but he “changed and fell in love with tonks” like ok first of all bi people exist, second of all why would you write a straight person who’s supposed to basically have AIDS when that sounds a hell of a lot like “predatory gay man infects poor straight kid” like there’s SO MUCH wrong with that, and yeah you kind of have to dig into it a little bit to get there, but when you’re writing about risky topics and you literally admit to it, you need to be WELL-VERSED on what you’re writing about!! and to say you’re writing about AIDS is deeply mixed with gay history! and to say that the main character who is a werewolf was SUPPOSED to be gay and then pretend you’re NOT associating it with gay people is just… such cognitive dissonance, or maybe really ridiculous ignorance

also, dumbledore is dead. so even if he was good rep, and it was within the books, he’s fucking dead. another buried gay, fuckos! pile em up! 

and i’ve heard there’s a shit ton of queerbaiting between harry’s son and draco’s son in cursed child? which like…. may just be subtext, but there’s a huge section of the fandom who’s all about harry x draco (i have not good feelings about that ship personally but to say it’s not popular is to never have seen anything in the fandom), and she must know that? like she’s not oblivious is she? so why would she like…. put subject between their sons? ?? it feels like it’s a bone to “hey i never gave you harry x draco, so here are their sons, who i’m also never going to give you” 

also? if grindelwald WAS dumbledore’s bf at some point, what does that say about what she thinks about queer men? he’s deeply predatory and preys on credence in a very creepy way that plays on stereotypes about older gay men preying on younger gay boys, and he’s also a disgusting villain played by johnny fucking depp, an abuser (who SHE SUPPORTS) of all people. what does that say about what her mind goes to when she thinks about gay men????? 

i don’t actually know her role in those films, but she has said she loves depp, what he’s done with the character, and where the darkness of grindelwald is going in the first movie and its sequels, so even if her role is very little, she supports what is being done. 

also…. um apparently newt scamander created a werewolf registry…. a little honest to god werewolf registry in the fucking 40s….. ??????????? what r we supposed to think here, about a registry of discriminated ppl in the FORTIES…….????? and that’s the protag of fantastic beasts… cool it’s fine it’s fine

ableism

when talking about irredeemable characters like voldemort, she literally said that “whether it’s a personality disorder or illness” they’re not redeemable…. !!!?? here is a post on that subject with links to the sources of the interviews she said this in. 

i don’t know where to put this bc this could be any number of things but i just thought about this so i’ll put it here: the thing that’s created in fantastic beasts, where it’s like basically a personification of anguish from suppressing magic – that’s quite blatantly a reference to any number of minorities, like gay people suppressing their sexuality, trans people suppressing their gender, the mentally ill and disabled pushing themselves too hard or trying to ignore/hide it… and credence was vilified and killed and the protags weren’t even… really sad about it?? and the ministry of magic never really THOUGHT About that they just killed him….. and that’s okay…. that’s fine… they’re just going around killing a bunch of KIDS who are inconvenient to them and who basically symbolize a whole number of oppressed groups. cool, it’s fine

you could also make a point that werewolves also represent the mentally ill, and all the same fucked up shit basically applies here

she also said that everything that muggles can get can be cured by magic, thereby effectively giving some bullshit reason for not actually having any disabled or mentally ill characters, also assuming that it’s not totally ableist to just…. “cure” all that? she didn’t say it specifically about mental illnesses and disabilities, but it’s clear to see that with her attitude on “irredeemable” mentally ill people, she would 

fatphobia

most fat characters in harry potter are shitty people. the dursleys, pettigrew, and umbridge – all characters we’re supposed to find deeply wrong, the ones we’re supposed to hate the most other than, like, voldemort. like…..? a lot of the other fat characters are all “matronly” like molly weasley or stubborn and “lazy” like cornelius fudge who allowed voldemort to rise to power. like what’s that supposed to say about what she thinks the extent of fat people is? stubborn, evil, or motherly? 

she actually has a character grow fatter and fatter based on how shitty she acts towards harry because of a magic mishap. she also usually describes the nice fat people as “plump” and “pleasant,” while she describes dudley as “so much like a pig” that he couldn’t even be turned furhter into a pig when it was attempted, or as a “killer whale,” or vernon dursley as “having no neck”

her fascination with abusers

exhibit a: she loves johnny depp, she loves him for the part of grindelwald, she praises what he’s done for the character, she praises his casting. he’s abused his wife..................

exhibit b: she loves dumbledore. he is constantly manipulating harry and not actually helping him get out of difficult situations at home or at school, putting him and the other kids in danger multiple times, not talking about important information to keep them safe, like?? 

exhibit c: snape. a fucking nasty ass creep to lily. neville’s GREATEST FEAR. like i dont’ even need to talk about this, we all know snape, dumbledore, and johnny depp are shitty lmfao

and yet she named harry’s kids after dumbledore and snape, like they didn’t fuck harry’s life up, especially snape, who terrorized him and his friends. 

in conclusion fuckos

she’s nasty!!!!! i was going to do a section on sexism but i can’t find anything – i think she’s too much of a White Feminist to be sexist, probably. likely she cares more about researching feminist issues than she does about researching native myths before she steals them for her own gain lmfao. there is the fact that she supports an abuser like johnny depp, tho! 

she is constantly like… going against all this on twitter too lmfao, like it’s hard to find good articles on her shittiness on the first page of google bc most of it is “jk rowling defends trans people against transphobic tweet, jk rowling defends muslims against islamophobic tweet, jk rowling defends [this group or that group]” and yet she includes so much bigotry hidden in the details of her books and what she says about her books. like i know some of this isn’t quite on the surface, but ultimately when you write a book with subjects you don’t really know about, your inherent biases are going to be apparent under the surface, and since she’s such a famous author with so many books and so much spotlight on her, if you dig in a little you can make easy conclusions/clearly see what she thinsk about minorities. so it’s really fucking annoying that she’s so “good and progressive” on twitter because it’s obviously performative so she can get the progressive points required for more people to buy her shit. like that’s the best word i can think of to describe her: performative. 

#this took me two hours to compile please appreciate me hhhhhHHHH #i know i didn't source a lot but i can find sources if y'all want. most of it is me just talking about what she's said anyway #ask #anon #anti jk rowling #anyway let it be known i love harry potter as much as the next asshole of this generation but you can love hp and hate her

[starbuckie]

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challenge: time travel challenge by @justagirlinafandomworld​

prompt: “we’re divorced?” 

pairing: sirius black x reader

words: 5.7k words

warnings: FOURTH WALL BREAK!!(sorry im very excited about that), lots of angst, almost smut(hehe), sirius lowkey has a breeding kink, sirius is an asshole for a bit, the smallest bit of fluff, fix-it, and the same time travel theory as back to the future

summary: an unnatural occurrence lets a woman go back in time to try and change everything she’s known for the past twenty years.

a/n: wow, i normally don’t write for harry potter so this was a nice change. anyways, this is for yvette’s time travel writing challenge, and everybody say HAPPY BIRTHDAY YVETTE! i’m so sorry this is late, it got deleted and i needed to re-edit, but i truly appreciate your friendship and your lovely, amazingly beautiful self, and I’m so so glad that we became friends :)  this fic is not beta-read at all, so if you see any mistakes tell me, but otherwise i really hope you enjoy this fic<3

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It still wasn’t over. After all she had lost, more specifically everyone she had lost, and the shitty cycle that she had to call her life, it still wasn’t over. The people she had watched the life drain from, the screams of those suffering from the loss caused by the Dark Lord, and yet life still hadn’t had its fill of torturing Y/N. Grimmauld Place felt empty without the kids, without the Weasleys, but they had gone back to their home and soon enough she would have to as well. Harry had gone back to Hogwarts with Dumbledore, though she’d argued to hold onto him just a bit longer after-

After Sirius had died. 

Time had passed, maybe two or three weeks, but no matter what the woman couldn’t bring herself to get out of Sirius’ old bedroom, simply staring at the ceiling with her tears at bay. Her and Sirius had been a complicated thing, to say the least, a topic nobody had brought up since 1983, when she had banned it. Not as if there was much to talk about after the divorce and Sirius going to Azkaban. After Lily and James had died, after she had fought with Dumbledore for custody of Harry, after she had become a professor at Beauxbatons and moved to France without a second thought. Sirius had been locked up after he’d hurt her in the worst possible way, and Y/N’s heartbroken soul found no other reason to return to England. 

But, she pushed those bad memories to the back of her mind. It seemed so trivial, looking back on it. Not the broken house, of course, that had been his own mistake. But Y/N had many regrets, all of them seeming to revolve around the mischievous black-haired man who she had fallen in love with as a teen. The night it went down, the night their relationship had fractured at the seams and fallen down, was her greatest one however. It had been so stupid, so, so stupid, but they’d both gotten caught up in the moment, and Y/N had let him die without knowing how much she was sorry for that night that they let their fears consume them. 

The cries that she had tried so hard to contain finally broke free from the restraints of her heart. “I’m so sorry, Siri,” she whispered into the air, “I couldn’t save you this time.” As the hot, salty tears ran down her cheeks, Y/N shuffled across the room, letting her feet drag her to the old Black family room, the dark green walls embracing her rainy emotions. 

A little gasp escaped her lips as she looked at the portraits among the wall. The Black family tree was faded along the age-old wall, but what she was really looking for was the burned out image of her raven-haired love. There, right next to Regulus, was a black spot, scorned and scarred by the prestigious family for being a blood traitor. Y/N smiled and traced the burn with her finger, remembering their fourth year when she had accompanied him home for the holidays so he wouldn’t be completely alone in the hellhole he had to call his house. Sirius had snuck them up to this room and spent the night talking in hushed whispers sworn secrets. “I’ll be yours forever, Siri, and I’m sorry for fighting with you. I wish-” she sniffled, glaring at the spot in the wall as she tried to garble out her words, “I wish, I could go back in time, and just fix it. Just me and you, and that stupid night, with the bloody fight about children because you deserve it all, darling.”

“Ah, I think you can.” 

Y/N turned around, her eyes wide with fear. That was not Kreacher’s voice. There stood a younger woman, around nineteen, a scroll of paper and a quill in her hand. There was a whisper of a smirk on her face, brown eyes glittering even in the dimness in the room. “Who the hell are you?” Y/N looked at the door, which was still closed as she left it. She cast her wand out, pointing it at the stranger who did nothing but smile. “How did you get in here? Are you with the Lord?”

“With Voldemort?” The woman simply laughed. “Dude, I’m not with ‘the Lord’,” she added with air quotations. “Also I’m not really even here, so don’t you worry about that. My name’s Malia.”

Malia held her hand out, but Y/N kept her guard up. “You’re American. What brings you here? Are you a muggle?”

“Oh, nope, not a wizard, I’m just the author of this story.” Malia confided. “I’m here to tell you that you can fix this.”

“Fix… what?” Malia just rolled her eyes and sighed, staring up towards the ceiling as she spoke.

“God, did I write you to be hard of hearing now, too? I ought to fix that when I get back.” The woman blankly stared at the strange girl, wondering what the actual fuck she was talking about. “I can give you the chance to go back in time, Y/N. It won’t be for long, it’s really not gonna be interesting for more than two hours at most, but that should be enough time to tell the gang about what’s to come with Voldemort.”

“Like... time travel?” Y/N asked. The only way she knew how to time travel was the time turners. “But all of the ti-”

“Time turners were destroyed in the Department of Mysteries, I know, I know. Trust me, I’ve read Harry Potter more times than I’ve said ‘I love you’ to my parents.” Malia smiled. “I’m the author, I make the rules, and my rule is that I’m giving you two hours in 1978 to talk to Sirius so he can fix the emotional fucking mess left behind by J.K. Rowling.”

“Who’s J.K. Rowling?” Malia shuddered at the name.

“A raggedy-ass, transphobic bitch who wrote y’all into existence, but she’s not of importance right now.” She checked the small, rectangular box in her hand, which glowed and provided little light in the darkened room. “Let’s see, it’s currently eleven-forty, so you have until one-forty to find the Marauders and fix this future. It may not be fixed in the books in the future, but if you are able to do it here that’s all that matters.” Malia’s brown eyes were downcast, her bright and loud personality dimming for just a moment before returning to Y/N’s confused gaze once more. “Try not to screw up too much while you’re there, just enough that you defeat the Dark Lord the first time. Tell Sirius all you know and that should be enough for him to fix all the mistakes, but do not under any circumstances let him or anyone else know who you are. I wish you luck, Y/N, it was nice to meet ya in person.” 

And with a peace sign in front of her face, she disappeared into a flash of neon pink light. 

“Bloody hell! Fix my future? Talk to Sirius? If this even is time travel, then how am I supposed to get there- AH!” Y/N’s body felt like it was turning inside out, her guts being torn from her stomach and back into it again. A delirious giggle arose from her lips in the black void she was pulled into, and a soft chatter could be heard, like voices at the end of a tunnel. 

“Blimey, looks like we got ourselves a nutter on school grounds.” Y/N’s arms flailed around, desperately seeking some sort of grounding surface to hold on to when her back hit a rough surface. There was an audible crack somewhere in her body, but she felt so sick that she couldn’t tell where. 

“Are you okay, ma’am? You just appeared from the sky and hit the ground.” Warm, brown eyes met Y/N’s, a familiar mess of black curls resting atop of the boy’s head. Large, rounded glasses sat perched on the tip of his nose, and an impish smile, one she used to know so well before he died, met his lips. 

“James,” she sighed. The boy stared at her strangely, and only then did she notice the three other boys and girls each behind them. Remus, Peter, Sirius, Lily, Marlene, and Alice. 

Sirius.

The sight that met her eyes made her nearly emotional. It had technically been only three weeks since she had seen him, but here was the young boy she had fallen in love with. The one who charmed her with his smart words and witty retorts to her brush-offs, who used to hold her in his arms in the most intimate and gentle ways. His grey eyes sparkled with curiosity, the infamous Marauder mischief swirling within the silvery pools.  

Seeing him so young tugged at her heartstrings, and though she wanted nothing more than to hold him in her arms and never let go, a small, niggling feeling at the back of her head held her back. Was there something wrong?

“You know me?” Oh right, she was currently thirty-five. Looking around she noticed that she was outside the quidditch pitch, and there were other students, staring at her with widened eyes. No one knew she was Y/N L/N, their fellow schoolmate and probably one of the very few of them that survived the Death Eaters attacks. None of them were aware how it ended, or how it was currently going for them back in 1996, and in this time there was the first Wizarding War going on and they had every right to be terrified for their lives.

James now took a more defensive stance, standing tall and holding his wand out. “Who are you?”

She couldn’t give him the answer, instead letting her mouth gape open as she stared at him with wide eyes. Y/N looked across the grounds for the nearest exit, which was down by Hagrid’s hut and into the Forbidden Forest. It was her only choice at this point, to hide in the dark, creepy space, maybe just until the students went away so she could find Sirius and talk to him alone. It’d be hard to separate him from the boys, but if Lily were occupied with James it sure would be easy. 

Her younger, seventh-year self didn’t seem to be in the audience, thank Merlin, and with that knowledge, she got up and ran, ignoring her screaming muscles. That time travel really did a number on her. 

As she ran through the crowd, shoving people aside, she heard the students mutter, too much in shock and disarray to stop the crazy, old woman who knew James Potter.

“This is dodgy.”

“Someone ought to tell Dumbledore about this.”

“She kinda looks like Y/N L/N.’

“Don’t insult the poor girl like that, that wonker is ages old.”

“Come back here! Who the bloody hell are you?” Y/N’s heart beat quickly in her chest, threatening to burst out. Only three minutes in the past and it was all going straight to shit. “Stupefy!”

Shit. “No, James, please don’t-“ Her body hit the ground and her eyes closed, the last thing she saw being the pumpkin patch by the hut.

-

“I see you’re awake now, Ms. L/N.” Dumbledore stood above Y/N in the hospital ward bed, his grey beard dangling in front of her face. Her first instinct was to start blaming him for everything that had happened, starting from Lily and James’ deaths to Sirius’, already opening her mouth to call him an old, senile cow, but then she realized that Harry hadn’t been sent to the Dursleys yet, much less been born yet, so none of it would have an effect on him. Y/N’s second instinct was to question how Dumbledore knew who she was in 1978, but her former Headmaster started to speak before she could do so. “I must admit, it’s very courageous, that stunt you just pulled. I don’t think Ms. Louie will be too happy about that.” Y/N sent him a questioning stare. “Malia, the girl you met earlier. Malia Louie.”

“Headmaster Dumbledore, how did you know it was me?” She was dressed in a white gown that went to her knees, and behind him she could see her blouse and jeans folded and clean. Ah, the Hospital Wing. She had brought the boys here more times than she could count in her years at Hogwarts. “I don’t exactly look as young as I used to.”

“Ah, don’t worry Ms. L/N, you’ve kept your good looks quite nicely, even in your older age.” He stroked his beard thoughtfully, his wrinkled eyes sparkling with joy. “And speaking of young, if you are still worrying yourself about your younger self, you can put that to a stop. I am aware that you are not able to tell anyone who you are, and time travel is exceptionally dangerous if you are seen by the other version of yourself. I’ve already told the students that you were just a stray witch, misguided in your ways and that you were well taken care of. However, I think that brings us to the question of what your intentions are in the past, Ms. L/N.”

“Headmaster, I don’t think I can tell you about my business here. I’ve already messed up by letting the school see me by letting everyone see me, I don’t know why that girl even sent me here, it’s clear that this was a mistake.” Y/N sat up on the headboard, feeling her eyes fill with tears once again. The tall arches of windows let the sun in the room, and she could see the specks of dust swirling around in the golden light. It had to be close to the end of the year for them, maybe sometime around April or May, near the end of N.E.W.T.s at least. She could imagine that it’d be easy for her to get out of Hogwarts for the day, with all the students studying for the stressful exams in the library, maybe she'd make her way to Hogsmeade and walk around or visit Hagrid under a false name to have some tea. He was always open for a nice cuppa with strangers on any free day he had. “Thank you Headmaster, for your kindness, but I really ought to be going. I-it was nice to see you.”

Y/N started to help herself out of the bed, swinging her feet over to touch the cool stone ground. Bones cracked with pain and fatigue, her muscles stretching sluggishly. Merlin, that she was not expecting that much hurt from the fall, but she should have never underestimated James Potter. No one ever should if they want to keep their good mind and sanity. 

Dumbledore handed her her clothes, cracked lips set in a straight line as he nodded solemnly. “I hope you accomplish whatever it is you are here to do, Ms. L/N, but I have no doubt that you will.” With a sly wink, he added, “You were always one of our most ardent and bright students.”

Y/N let herself smile, and with a wave, swiftly brought herself to the door. “Thank you, Headmaster.”

After slipping outside, she ran down the corridors, echoes of her feet ringing lightly behind her. The courtyard proved to be empty and she quickly ducked behind a column and tugged her jeans on hastily, making sure that no professors came walking past. Though the sky proved to be bright and cheerful, a slight breeze carried through, making her fall off balance and fall on the cemented ground. 

“Are you okay, darling? You look like you’re in need of a little help.” Y/N looked up to the speaking figure, one that she both loved and dreaded to see. 

She gathered herself quickly, her mind running fast and heart beating out of her chest as she tried to get out. “Yes, I am okay, thank you for asking. I think I’ll just get up and going now, I don’t need to take time out of your day like this-”

“I know who you are, Y/N.” 

Y/N came to a full stop, going against her brain that screamed at her to run away. Sirius looked downtrodden, his grey eyes watering despite the small hint of a smirk on his face. Though he was always one for playing around and not taking anything seriously, she knew when it was time to stop pretending and get real. “How’d you know it was me, Sirius?”

“You really don’t look bad for your age, darling.” He offered her a hand to help her up and she took it graciously, eyeing him nearly guiltily and forgetting about her promise to Y/N. But that was useless now, this moment with her first love was much more important. “Also you have the tattoo on your chest. I knew it was you the moment you landed on school grounds.”

She traced his gaze to her left collarbone, where a paw print, just barely visible beneath her low-cut blouse, sat. It was his, or Snuffles’, paw print, and at this point in time they had probably gotten it done about three months before. He had one for her too, a horseshoe for her horse patronus, right on his left side of his chest too. So they’d always be right next to each other’s hearts, as cheesy as it seemed.

But they were dumb, lovesick teenagers, and they acted the part well too. Their love was all-consuming, shagging in under the bleachers at the quidditch pitch and making out under the stars. It was fast, everything was fast, decisions, ideas, classes, all of them under the impression that they had to do everything right then or they’d be dead before they got to actually live. They had dreams of marriage, and a big, big family, obviously so far away from his family so they could never hurt their children’s lives the way they had hurt his. 

They were fantasies, Y/N had known that well enough when she and Sirius got divorced, but it was something that eighteen year-old Sirius Black held close to his heart. No matter how shitty his life got, he was always a firm believer in a happy ending. In their happy ending. 

“How am I right now?” They now stood over the Black Lake, staring into the glittering depths of the water where some mermaids could be seen sneaking peeks at the handsome boy and the strange lady who had fallen from the sky. 

Sirius stared at her questioningly for a moment. “How are you doing right now? I mean, I believe that I should be asking you that ques- oh, Merlin, I’m such a git, you meant your younger self.” Y/N laughed at that, her heart lifting with the goofiness of the old Sirius relieving an ache in her heart that she had had for so long. Not that old (it felt weird to say that) Sirius had been anything less than silly and snarky, but it was never directed towards her. It was nice to have the resemblance of their old relationship back, even if it was just for a fleeting moment. “I suppose that you’re okay. You didn’t see, well, your big moment on the field, but at this point Lily has probably opened her big, fat mouth and told you. N.E.W.T.s are just finishing up, so you’re much more light-hearted than during the study season.”

“I really did have a stick up my arse during exam time, you always told me to loosen up-” 

“Y/N, cut out the small talk, I think it’s okay for me to ask how and what is happening.” Sirius cut in.

So she told him. Y/N had always been upfront with people about everything. Or rather, she had learned how to be upfront with people after her and Sirius’ divorce. Without details of the deaths, she explained how she was sent back into the past to fix it in some conceivable way. However, she did tell him about the fall out. Maybe she wanted him to understand her pain, even though it was a younger him, but she had to admit to herself that it was because she just wanted Sirius, in whatever form life gave her to hear out her grievances and apologies. 

Since her Sirius was dead before she could.

“We’re divorced?” Sirius looked about ready to break down into tears, almost as if the concept of them breaking up or separating was foreign to him. “What exactly did we fight over, Y/N? That doesn’t seem normal for the two of us.” Sirius asked.

“Well, to be fair, it wasn’t a normal predicament for us. either…”

Sirius slammed the door shut, efficiently pinning her against it with his white button up ruffled up, navy tie hanging from his neck loosely. Y/N’s arms were held down tightly against the oak wood, the sensation of the cold door burning into her rather warm skin making her squeal. Her husband’s tongue worked its way through her parted lips, low groans rising from the back of his throat from the way she moaned in tandem with his hips pushing into hers. Legs wrapped around his tapered waist, the pink, floral skirt Y/N wore rising high on her thighs, revealing more of her flesh to the lust-filled man. Both of their giggles echoed off the hallway walls of their small cottage home, just four miles west of their best friends’. 

As the twenty year-old man threw his wife unceremoniously on the bed, he shed himself of his shirt and swiftly unbuttoned his slacks, throwing them haphazardly across the room. Merlin, Y/N looked ethereal laying spread out on the bed, panties around her left ankle, swollen lips parted with short puffs of air leaving them. “You just get right down to business, don’t you, Black.” 

Crawling over his body, his hot breath hit her neck as he growled against her skin. “Could say the same thing about you, darling.” Sirius’ lips made their way down every inch, every curve, nook, and cranny of Y/N’s body, smoothly slipping her clothes off as he did so. Her sweet gasps filled the bedroom, back arching off the bed to meet his chest. “I’m going to put a baby in you tonight, sweetheart, we’re-”

Y/N sat up straight, her eyebrows trained in confusion at her husband. “What? A baby?” 

Sirius’ heart pounded in his chest. “Yes.” He remarked in a clipped tone. “Is that not what you wanted?” 

Her mind recalled her words from earlier that day, as she chatted happily with Lily about the news of her pregnancy. “Siri, I said I may one day enjoy having a kid of my own. Not right now, of course, but later. After all, we only got married a few months ago, don’t you think we should hold off a bit on that? We’re twenty years-old, Siri, there’s so many years for that.”

Rage filled Sirius’ blood like a spreading fire. In all honesty, it wasn’t so much about his anger as it was his hurt and fear. Fear that she had realized how fucked up he truly was, fear that she realized what he had known all along- that she deserved better than him. “So you don’t want a baby with me?”

“I never said I didn’t want that, Sirius, I just said that I’m not ready!” Y/N yelled back. At this point both of them stood on opposite sides of the bed, faces hot with tears. “We’re in the middle of a bloody war, people we know, people we love, have lost their lives, and it is not the ideal environment to raise a child, Sirius! Just because James and Lily are ready to have one doesn’t mean that I am too!”

“When will you be ready, Y/N? When will it ever be enough time for you? When will I be enough for you?” The heartbroken girl tried to interject, but her voice was cut off by her husband’s quickly enough. Sirius climbed onto the bed, holding her chin harshly with one hand. “Tell me, did you ever want to be with me in the first place?”

“Yes, Sirius, of course I wanted to be with you.” His heart hurt looking at the love of his life in tears, but even that was able to melt his cold facade. “I love you more than anything in the world.” 

“Then fucking prove it, Y/N.” With that declaration, he removed his hand from her face and gathered his clothes, slamming everything in their shared room as Y/N quivered, knees ready to buckle on the spot. “I’m going out, don’t wait up for me.”  

As soon as the front door shut, she fell to the ground in tears, the laughter that once filled their home replaced with the sound of her shattered heart. 

Y/N had done her best to not tear up during her explanation of the events that had taken that night, but Sirius' eyes watered, refusing to believe the truth. “No. No. I didn’t do that. Y/N, tell me,” he gripped her biceps with trembling hands, “please tell me I didn’t really do that. I can’t believe that I-I, that I-”

“You were drunk, Sirius, I don’t think you truly knew what you were saying at the time.” She sighed, “But people always say that drunken words are just sober thoughts.” Y/N rubbed her arms, just shivering slightly in the Scotland breeze. “You came back two hours later punching the wall and breaking it, and that’s when I knew that we wouldn’t last.” 

The raven-haired boy’s head started to shake, even more mortified of the actions that his future self, the man he’d be in just two years' time, had done. “I packed up my things, not that there were many, we’d only moved into the house a month before, left, and I sent the divorce papers a week later. It was probably better that way, you would’ve divorced me if I hadn’t done it first.” Y/N had gotten used to telling her sob story to colleagues at Beauxbatons, to her family, but it felt different with pre-divorce Sirius. Of course, she had never thought she’d be in this citation either, so no one could really blame her for feeling weird. “You signed them easily, and my lawyer made sure that I never had to see you again.”  Until Lily and James died.

“Until…” Sirius led on.

“Merlin’s beard, Sirius, you’ve always been able to read my mind. Shouldn’t have doubted it for a second.” He smiled at the sentiment, gesturing for her to continue. “I can’t tell you, Sirius, I hope you can understand that.”

“Why, Y/N, what happens that can be any worse in the future?” Oh dear, Sirius, you really do not want the answer to that question. She needed any way out of this conversation, after all running away was what she did best, and her eyes already searched for several routes to which she could run. Not that Y/N could ever outrun Sirius in his animagus form, but it was nice to have the belief that she could. The boy sensed her distress and grabbed hold of her hand. “You don’t have to tell me, darling, but I have to admit that I am a bit worried, just in the slightest.”

Y/N let herself calm down, squeezing Sirius’ hand and noticing his watch. She had actually given him that watch, gold-plated and dark grey metal, but it wasn’t the beauty of the gift that caught her eye, but rather the actual time on it. One-thirty. 

How had that much time gone by so quickly? She was going to be sucked into the black void of time travel again in ten minutes, and that wasn’t nearly enough time to unload nearly twenty years worth of history onto Sirius. No, he would go insane from that much knowledge, which was exactly against what Malia had advised. 

“I don’t have enough time to tell you everything that happens in the future, Sirius. But what I am about to tell you is vital, absolutely vital for the good of all of us in the future.” Sirius nodded with a serious sort of smile on his face. “Don’t let Peter be Lily and James’ secret keeper. When the time comes that they move away, I’m not going to tell you where yet, do not under any circumstances let Peter be their secret keeper. I know he’s one of our best friends right now, and do not tell anyone about this, but he’s going to betray us in the worst way possible.” 

While Sirius was shocked, he nodded solemnly and ran a hand through his long hair. “I won’t tell anyone, Y/N. Can I fix us, Y/N? I don’t know if you should be letting the key to a happier future rest in my hands.”

“I full heartedly trust that you’ll do some good, whatever the outcome may be. As for fixing us, I hope you can, but depending on what happens we’ll just have to wait and see.” She sighed, “If you want my opinion on it, I think that we both should have waited longer to get married. It was right after James and Lily got married, but we aren’t and never will be them. We both had a lot of growing up to do, so I would take it slowly. Communicate your wants and needs in the relationship and in the end it may not even be us together. But I know you, Siri, don’t let this get in the way of your entire life. The most important part is that you tell James and Lily about Peter.”  

She glanced back up the school grounds where students could start to be seen leaving their classes. “You better get back to the castle, Sirius. McGonagall is going to come for your arse and this time the boys aren’t going to be able to cover for you.”

“If they knew where I was, darling, I don’t even think they’d believe me.” Sirius chuckled.

Y/N nodded in agreement and pulled Sirius into a tight hug. “You can do this, sweetheart, and even if you can’t, it will not stop me from loving you any less. Maybe the future wasn’t meant to be changed, but regardless of whether that is true or not, I know that you will try your hardest, Sirius. Just try not to die, okay?”

The boy was still clutching onto her tightly, his tears soaking her rose-colored blouse. “I’ll do my best, darling.”

With one last kiss on the forehead, she smiled at him. “I know you will, Siri.” 

-

Y/N’s arse hit the floor once again, her spine cracking once again. “What’s the year?” She yelled out, reaching for the walls of the black family room. 

But it wasn’t there. Upon opening her eyes, she saw James, Lily, and Sirius sitting at a wooden table in her old white cottage. A nice tea set, her grandmother’s as she realized later, sat in the center, along with a large stack of letters. “Y/N, what the bloody hell happened to you, I’ve been worried sick!” 

Her red-headed best friend scurried over to her, brushing invisible dirt off her shoulders and pulling her up abruptly. James fixed the glasses on his nose, cleaning them off with his striped jumper. “You look a little disheveled right now, Y/N, what ran you over?” 

“You know who she reminds me of right now, Jamie? That crazy witch friend of Dumbledore’s that made her way onto campus back in seventh year.” Lily giggled as she hugged Y/N.

“Merlin’s beard, you’re right!” James walked over to the woman of the hour, ruffling her hair with a smirk on his face. “If you were about twenty years older I’d have no trouble believing you were the same person.”

While Lily and James recalled their memories from the strange woman all those years ago at Hogwarts, Sirius pulled Y/N aside, an arm wrapped around her waist. The warmth radiating from his body was nice, embracing her in a comfort she hadn’t felt in so long.

“I’m going to go ahead and believe that I did something right?” Sirius grabbed her hand, and only then did she notice the coolness of metal sitting on her left ring finger. There sat the single band of gold, a small ruby encased in its plating. She had once joked that diamonds were too overrated, and he went out and got her the most vibrant gem he could find, claiming that it was just like her. But regardless of its shape, size, or type of gem, it was there.

“Yeah, Siri,” Y/N replied with tears in her eyes, “you did good.” 

“Oi, Blacks, stop making out and get over here, we got a letter from Minnie!” James yelled, making both wives chuckle. “Harry’s gotten himself in detention for punching Malfoy again.”

“Oh, thank Merlin, the boy deserves a few more good hits.” Sirius laughed. 

“McGonagall still talks to us?” Y/N asked in amazement. “You’ve got to get me caught up.”

“Don’t worry, darling, we’ve got all the time in the world.” Sirius gently placed his lips onto hers, and for once in nearly twenty years, Y/N felt at peace. There were no more hasty warnings of the future, no psychotic old men coming after her family, no young girls rushing in to tell her how to fix her screwed up life. Cracked, pink lips moving against her own, his tongue delving into her mouth, and Y/N knew she was finally off the clock.

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Strip Poker, One Shot

So a while ago someone messaged me suggesting about a one shot where Tom? Or Loki? Can’t remember… is playing strip poker with an OC or reader? but when she has no more clothes left, he starts adding toys etc… I went for Loki anyway.

Finally got round to writing said one shot. Hehe! Enjoy! I dunno how to play poker, so… just roll with it. And it’s long, I should’ve split in two… ah well!

Smut ahoy!

I knew Loki was up to something, I could tell by the way he was skulking around the place. No doubt looking for mischief.

‘If you’re planning on dragging me down with whatever it is you’re plotting, you can think again. Stark still doesn’t trust me with his car after what you did to it.’ I muttered, not even looking up at him while I lay on my stomach on the carpet, reading my book.

Loki’s chuckle reached my ears as he straddled over my bum, his hands gripped my sides as he leaned over me. His hair was tickling the back of my neck as he looked at what I was reading.

‘You’re reading that silly wizard book again?’ He scoffed.

‘If Harry Potter was real, you’d have no hope, mister.’ I turned the book over and put it down, then I managed to roll over underneath him, his hands sliding over my body and landing on my hips again.

He raised an eyebrow at me. ‘Are you seriously comparing my skills to that of a puny Midgardian wizard?’

I knew I’d touched a nerve. It was fun to wind him up, especially over something that questioned his power. We often had this game of poking fun and teasing at each other. Since my arrival to the Avengers tower, I was told almost daily how Loki came out of his shell more. Apparently, I brought out the best in him.

But in reality, I had just treated him like anyone else. I didn’t recoil in fear when he entered a room. I didn’t blame him whenever something bad happened. Although, admittedly, he is the first one to be blamed when there’s any kind of mischief going on. But he always owns up to that proudly. We were really close friends… Sometimes I wished we were more, but I never told him that. Too scared it would ruin what we had. Even though he was a huge flirt, I just assumed that was in his nature.

I shrugged and gave his arms a pat. ‘Ok, ok. You’re probably right. You’d win easily.’

‘Probably right? I’m always right.’ He grinned.

‘Yeah, yeah… So, I’m not gonna get to finish reading in peace, am I?’ I asked knowingly.

He grinned down at me with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. ‘Nope. I’m bored, I want to play.’

The way he said it and squeezed my sides at the same time made my stomach flip. But I kept focused. ‘Well, what do you want to do?’

‘Hmmm.’ He looked up, thinking. While he absentmindedly slid his hands just under my top, lightly stroking my sides. It wasn’t anything unusual with Loki, he was very touchy feely with me. Enjoyed hugging whenever possible, just touching me in some way seemed to make him happy. And I certainly wasn’t complaining about it.

‘We could play poker?’ He suggested, eyes lighting up again.

‘Alright. I’m not great at it, so you’ll likely win.’

‘Excellent.’ Loki grinned. ‘Just one thing, we will put our own spin on it… Let’s play strip poker.’ He winked at me and hopped up off me excitedly.

‘No, no, no, no! I’ll lose, spectacularly. And I’ll be naked while you’ll still be fully clothed!’

‘Oh come on, darling. It will be such fun.’ He had a pack of cards appear in his hand as he pushed the coffee table into the middle of the floor on front of me. Two wine glasses full of red wine appeared too.

I should’ve known he had a hidden agenda this evening.

I groaned and sat up, shuffling myself over to sit crossed legged opposite him. He flicked his wrist and had a chair slide over for him to sit on. And his full armour, cape and helmet materialised onto his body while he started shuffling the cards.

‘Don’t think so. That’s not fair! Look at all the layers you have. Change back!’ I demanded, folding my arms over my chest.

He chuckled wickedly, but to my relief he did change back into the all black suit he had been wearing a moment ago. But that’s when I realised, I was seriously under dressed as it was. Knickers, a bra, shorts and a tank top… That’s all I had on.

‘Have I ever told you how cute you look when you’re pissed off?’

‘Shut up.’ I huffed, grabbing my cards.

I was pleasantly surprised to win the first round. So Loki had to remove a piece of clothing. But the asshole took off his watch that was hidden under his sleeve.

‘Bastard.’ I muttered under my breath.

‘What was that, darling?’ He teased, hand behind his ear.

I glared at him the best I could, but he just laughed.

He won the following round, but I remembered I had earrings in.

‘I should make you remove both of them.’

‘Nu uh, you have way more layers as it is. Let me have this one.’

He nodded reluctantly. Probably knew he was going to win anyway.

After some more rounds, I was down to my underwear. Loki still had his shirt, trousers and socks on. He had used his tie as an item, a necklace I didn’t even know existed and his shoes. Whereas I had been barefoot so didn’t even have the luxury of socks to remove.

I felt slightly self-conscious, sitting there in my underwear on the floor on front of him. But the wine was helping greatly, especially because as soon as my glass was empty Loki filled it right up again.

The perks of having a magic God as a best friend were great at times.

‘Oh dear… Looks like I win again.’ He was unable to contain a big ass smirk.

‘There’s nothing else for me to remove.’

‘You are still wearing clothing, I can see with my very own eyes.’

‘Seriously? I’m not taking my underwear off.’ I whined.

‘Come on, darling. It’s just me. Nothing I’ve not seen before.’ He winked at me.

My face went bright red. He was referring to the god awful, down right most embarrassing moment of my life, where he had burst into my bedroom after returning from a mission that had went really well, and I was lying on my bed completely naked with a vibrator shoved up my fanny. I had just been about to cum, too.

And Loki being Loki, hadn’t even averted his eyes. Oh no, he had taken in the sight before him with the biggest grin on his face I had ever seen. It took me to grab the blanket and throw it over myself before he backed out of my room, but he didn’t even apologise.

We had never spoken of that moment, I was too embarrassed to bring it up. And Loki just never mentioned it, thankfully… Until now.

The wine had made me brave. So I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra, I couldn’t look him in the eye though, when I took it off. I tried using my hair to cover my nipples, but it wasn’t really working.

‘Alright, let’s get the next one over with. Sooner you’re completely naked the better.’ I grumbled, downing more wine.

While I was looking at my cards, I glanced over them to look at Loki. He was peeping over the top of his, too. But his eyes were down at my breasts. I moved the cards strategically down enough to hide them from his view. He looked up and locked with my eyes, I could tell he was grinning. I could see it in his eyes.

To my relief, I won the next round. So he took off… a sock.

I groaned in utter annoyance as he made a big show of it, acting like it was a strip tease. He even tossed the damn thing at me, landing on my head.

I was desperate to win more rounds. But alas, I lost the next one. And he just eyed me up, waiting… I groaned and reluctantly manoeuvred my knickers off. I decided to get back at him, so I threw them at him. But he caught them with his lightning quick reflexes.

A sly grin formed on his face. ‘I think I shall keep these.’ He growled, stuffing them into his pocket.

‘That’s just… creepy.’

‘I am a creepy one.’ He winked.

The next round, I lost. Yet again. But I was half relieved, thinking it was over.

‘Alright! Well done, you win! I have nothing else to take off.’ I threw the cards down on the table and went to grab my clothes that I’d piled next to me, but as I reached out for them, they just vanished right through my fingers.

‘What the… Loki!’ I glared over at him and folded my arms over my chest.

‘We’re not done yet, love. Not until we’re both naked.’

‘There is nothing else for me to remove. What do you want me to do when I lose, take a shot?’

‘I have a much better idea than that.’ His tone was low and seductive, making me gulp as I squeezed my thighs together a bit. Glad he couldn’t see because of the table.

‘Wh… what might that be?’ I dared to ask.

‘We start… adding things to you.’ He then held up two pegs.

My eyes widened in realisation of what he meant. ‘I… No… that’s not fair.’

‘Are you bailing on me, darling?’ He raised an eyebrow at me.

I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, or the throbbing between my legs that made me agree… But I put my hand out across the table and he dropped the pegs into my hand.

‘Wait… are these the clothes pegs from outside?’

Loki pursed his lips, trying not to laugh as he nodded.

‘Lord help me.’ I rolled my eyes.

I took a deep breath as I held one over my left nipple, but I found I was too scared to actually do it.

‘Have you never used nipple clamps or pegs before?’ Loki asked, so casually as if he was asking me about the damn weather.

‘No… I have not.’ I spat back at him, making him chuckle.

The hairs on the back of my neck went up on end as he got up from his chair and moved swiftly around beside me. Kneeling down, he slid a hand up my spine to the back of my neck, under my hair, and he gave me a gentle squeeze.

He leaned in and I felt his warm breath against my ear. ‘Allow me.’

A small whimper came out of me instead of anything intelligent. But he didn’t comment on it. I was pretty sure his god-like senses could no doubt tell I was aroused, all because of him…

‘They can be quite delightful when used right.’ He spoke low as he turned his attentions to my breasts.

I thought he was just going to clip them on, but instead he decided to tease me. He lightly stroked the tips of his fingers over my nipple, making me gasp. It hardened far too quickly, making me curse myself.

He stroked over it a few times, then used his thumb and forefinger to pinch. Making me whine as it felt like a jolt went right down to my clit.

He attached the peg to my nipple and moved his hand across to my right nipple. To repeat the action. But it didn’t take near as long this time, as I let out a whimper and my eyelids fluttered in response to the pleasure, right before he clipped the second one on.

‘There we go. See, this is such a good idea.’ He kissed my temple when I grumbled in response, trying to remain pissed off with him.

But in reality, I wanted nothing more than for him to just get naked too…

It was difficult to focus with the pegs on my nipples. It was a strange sensation, one that I was finding I rather liked… Which surprised me. I had expected it to be painful and uncomfortable.

Unluckily for me, I lost the next round too.

‘Ooooh, what shall we add next?’ Loki playfully tapped his lower lip, as if deep in thought. But I knew the asshole knew exactly what he was going to give me next.

He held his hand up and my eyes widened when steel ben wa balls formed in his palm. He rolled them about between his fingers, grinning from ear to ear. ‘How about these?’

‘Oh god.’ My cunt clenched at the thought of them.

‘That I am.’ He smirked and stalked back around towards me.

‘I can put them in myself.’ I squeaked, my voice much higher than I had meant it to be.

‘Are you sure? They need to be in properly… My fingers are much longer than yours, I can make sure they get to where they’re supposed to be.’ He purred, his voice like utter sin.

‘Well… When you put it like that.’

He spun his finger, motioning for me to turn around to him. I uncrossed my legs and turned to him. I spread my legs open and tried to hide the embarrassment that coursed through me. But looking at Loki, all I could see was… lust in his eyes as he eyed me up thoroughly.

‘Raise your knees, put your feet flat.’ He tapped my ankle and I did as he asked.

I moaned when he slid his fingers down me, I bit my lip to try and stop myself from making anymore noises. I was so aroused it was humiliating.

‘My my, someone is excited.’ He hummed, stroking my clit slowly.

‘Just… do it.’ I said through gritted teeth, closing my eyes.

I yelped a little when I felt the harsh cold of the first ball press against my opening. It was quite large and heavy, but Loki pressed it right in. Then the second one joined straight after. Loki wasn’t quite done yet though, he slid two fingers into me and pushed them around a bit, pulling more moans and whimpers from me.

‘There… In the right place now.’ He curled his fingers against my g spot as he slowly retracted said fingers from within me, making my legs tremble.

As he stood, he sucked his fingers with a moan and went back to his chair. I could see the very evident bulge in his trousers now. And that made me even more excited…

I shuffled back round and crossed my legs, but just doing that action made the balls move inside of me. One of them was pressing right against my g spot in my new position and I nearly lost it completely.

‘Delightful, aren’t they?’ He grinned at me.

I ignored his comment and with shaky hands I picked up my cards that he had dealt me. I had to keep breathing deeply, because otherwise I was worried I was going to cave and start touching my clit to orgasm because the balls just felt so bloody good. I couldn’t resist slightly swaying back and fore, I thought unnoticeably. But Loki noticed. Of course he did.

‘Enjoying yourself there, love?’ He teased.

‘I… yes, I am actually.’ I huffed at him and made my move with the cards.

‘How the…’ I trailed off when I realised I had lost the round again.

‘Surely there’s nothing else that can be…’ I trailed off when I looked up at Loki and saw him holding some weird vibrator. ‘added…’

‘What’s that?’ I squeaked.

‘A clitoris vibrator. This hole here, hugs it nicely and there’s tiny little vibrators just inside that will tantalise your lovely little nub.’ He slid it across the table to me.

‘What, you’re not going to help me with it?’ I raised an eyebrow at him.

He chuckled. ‘Trust me, I will be helping plenty in a moment.’

I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously, but I picked up the vibrator and studied it closely.

‘How am I going to get to keep it in place while playing cards with both hands?’

‘That’s where I shall come in. Trust me. Put it on.’ He licked his lips.

I knew I was far too gone anyway, so why stop now? Clit stimulation was just what I needed.

The table shielded his view of me while I opened my legs and got the vibrator into position. It was quite easy because my clit was peeking out, simply begging for some attention. Poor little thing. The hole on the vibrator fit snugly over it. I let out a small sigh as it turned on and vibrated over it, almost completely encasing it like a sucking motion at the same time.

That’s when I noticed Loki’s magic on the vibrator. When I let go, it stayed in place and intensified in vibrations.

‘Oh fuck!’ I moaned and threw my head back.

The balls inside me started moving about a little, I realised that no doubt they had his magic in them too. Because there was no way they should be moving that much.

I knew there was no chance I would be able to focus on the card game now, especially when Loki ramped up the vibrator on my clit, making me howl in utter pleasure as I came. I started falling over onto my side, but Loki quickly came over and sat behind me, pulling me back into him and cradling me into his embrace as I kept shaking through what felt like a constant orgasm.

Loki smoothed my hair back from my sweaty forehead as he wrapped his other arm around my middle, keeping me against him as my hips tried to buck up in pleasure.

‘This is such a delightful prize for winning.’ He purred, kissing the top of my head.

‘L… Loki…’ I panted, unable to say anything else but his name.

It was safe to say, that soon after, Loki stripped naked too. Not because he lost any rounds, but because he had another game in mind as he teleported us back to his room for the night.

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Curves...

Requested by: @prettysourabbie​ 

Can I request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader, where she really shy and dorky but believes that she really bad at sex because she is bigger? And dean shows her that she not 😊💕 I hope this makes sense haha! I know this sound awkward turtle 🐢

Word Count: 4036

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-sized!Reader

Warnings: Smut!, unprotected sex, insecure reader, self-hate, plus-sized reader, unrequited/requited love, angst, self-loathing, fluff.

A/N: As always all mistakes are mine! Please don’t copy my work! Feedback is golden! Hope you guys enjoy this one. 

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Sitting alone in the cold and mostly dark library of the bunker, you waited for the return of your two favorite boys. 

Sam and Dean Winchester. 

You’d been working as the researcher for the Winchesters, and well most other hunters in the area, for years.  

You were raised in the life, but you weren’t ever like your average hunter. You weren’t skinny, or athletic, with perfect aim, perfect stamina that it takes to chase down and kill all that shit that goes bump in the night. Much to your father’s dismay, you were always a little on the heavier side. 

It’s not like all you did was sit on your ass, and eat or something either, it’s just how you were built, you couldn’t control it, no matter how much you exercised, ran, ate all that healthy crap; it did no good. You always maintained the same weight. 

Which was… Well… Let’s face it… 

Not exactly the standards of The Next Top Model.

Your stomach wasn’t flat and perfect, your hips were on the wider side, your thighs thicker than your average girl. You weren’t exactly small chested. You were just naturally larger than your average person. Even though you barely tipped the scales at five feet tall.

Your dad said you’d never be good for anything if he couldn’t marry you off, because you were too heavy for “breeding,” which was common in hunting compounds like the one you grew up on, and you couldn’t hunt, then you were useless to him. 

He’d left you at a bar just outside of Seattle, Washington. That’s where you meet your rescuer, and honestly, your favorite of your two favorite boys. 

Dean.

He saw you sitting outside of the side of the bar crying because you didn’t know what you were going to do, he didn’t hesitate to take you in just like you were one of them when he’d heard your story, taking you to your new home, the bunker. 

Instead of discouraging your skills in research, he embraced it. 

Sam helped you get started in this overload of information that the men of letters had collected, your personal heaven honestly, and you’d been here ever since; doing what you could to help the boys behind a computer, a lore book, or a phone. 

You were happy here with your life, mostly anyway. It suited you, and Dean always made sure you wanted for nothing. He would always go out of his way to take care of you, no matter what you needed or wanted.

It didn’t take you long to fall for the overly gorgeous elder Winchester. 

His smile, his bright jade green eyes, that adorable shading of freckles that covered his skin, dusting even his nose, and checks; giving him almost a boyish look. His infectious laugh, his soft auburn hair, the way he cared more about others than he ever could himself.

You had learned to love everything about him, the good, the bad, and the ugly. Even though there were parts of his past that were darker than he’d ever let anyone know. Even though there were things that had happened to him, that had affected him to the uttermost part of his being. 

You loved him anyway. 

Past all flaws, and beyond all reason.

Of course, you never told Dean that. Hell no. You’d never tell Dean any of that. 

Dean liked girls that were supermodel types. 

Bleach blonde, toned bodies, too much makeup, and cheap perfume. Easy lays basically. 

You were none of that. 

You didn’t have the confidence that those girls had, so you just never even tried with Dean. The two of you had a good relationship going, and you just be happy with that, and not do anything like confess your feelings to mess it all up.

The loud opening and closing of the bunker door pulled you from your self-loathing. You hurriedly straightened your glasses, fixed your messy bun, and checked to make sure your led zeppelin t-shirt, that you had borrowed from Dean and yet to have returned, had no stains on it.

You’d been researching some stuff for Garth on a strange case he was working on, probably a Djinn from the looks of it, and hadn’t really gotten yourself together today. You were still in your favorite PJ pants and fuzzy slippers.

"Hey Y/n,” Sam greeted you as he flopped down in the chair across from you, taking his boots off. 

“Hey, where is Dean?” you asked him, listening for, but not hearing the elder Winchester anywhere.

“Dean, uh... Went out. Said he needed to blow off some steam. It was a pretty rough hunt for him... I’m sorry Y/n, I know you hate it when he  goes out and does this…” Sam said, letting his sentence trail off before finishing it.

You chew on your lower lip for a moment, nod your head, reopening your laptop, burying yourself in your work. 

You couldn’t look up at Sam, who you knew was staring at you with some pitiful look, and you didn’t want his pity. You knew your place, and Dean’s arms, even though you wanted to more than anything, would never be your place.

Sam was no idiot, he knew you had feelings for his brother. He just didn’t know what to say to make it better for you right now.

So he got to his feet, patted you on the shoulder, and then made his way to his room for the night. 

You worked through the tears streaming down your face when he was out of sight until your eyes burned too bad to keep working, and your head hurt from crying. So you made your way to your room, and crawled into the bed, the cold lonely bed, and fell into a restless sleep. Your heart beating like it was going to just give up and stop any minute. 

You laid there torturing yourself. Wondering what she looked like? Would she hold him when it was over? Would she be enough to comfort him the way he deserved? Would she play with his hair while he sleeps like you want to do? Would she realize how lucky she was to be in his arms? Cause some people, like yourself, would never get that chance.

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The next morning you made your way into the kitchen. Your head is still pounding, and your eyes are still red. 

You were wondering if Dean had made it home yet, but you didn’t have to wonder very long. 

As soon as you rounded the corner there he was, probably still in last night’s clothes, pouring a cup of coffee.

For a moment you faltered by the door, and started to just turn around, and go back to your room. 

You didn’t know if you could face him right now, you knew you looked like a whole mess. Last night was harder on you with him going out than it was ever. Maybe it was because it had been so long since you’d seen him. Maybe it was because he had texted you the day before he headed back to Kansas, and promised a movie night when he got home. He must have needed to get laid more than he needed his friend.

You turned around to head back towards your room, but Dean had heard you. His hunter reflexes are faster than your feet. 

Damn him.

“Hey, sweetheart! Want me to pour you a cup of coffee?” Dean said, looking at you over his shoulder, that smile that could stop your heart on his perfect pink lips, lips that some other woman was kissing last night. The signs of that visible with the deep purple hickey that was poking out just under the collar of his shirt.

You just nod, not trusting your voice. 

Dean poured you a cup of coffee and fixed it the way you liked. You wondered how he knew that. You didn’t remember ever telling him how you liked your coffee, he just always seemed to know. 

You made your way over to the table in the corner of the room, and Dean brought your cup of coffee and set it down in front of you.

“So, I was thinking tonight we would lock ourselves in the Dean cave, and do that Harry Potter marathon you’ve been talking about. I’ll order some pizzas and…Y/n, what’s wrong? Have you been crying?”

You cursed yourself for being so damn obvious this morning. You just shrug your shoulders, refusing to meet his gaze. 

“Did some asshole hurt you? Tell me his name! I’ll kick his ass!" 

You had to hold back a snicker at that because the mental image your mind painted of Dean kicking his own ass was quite amusing. 

"No one’s hurt me, Dean, I’m fine,” you tell him, making to get up with your coffee cup, and just head back to your room. 

“Bullshit Y/N, I’ve known you for years, we’re best friends. Tell me what’s wrong.” 

He looked at you pleadingly, and you sighed deeply before looking down at your coffee cup.

“I just let myself get all in my head last night. I’m fine now. I’m just tired. I think I’m going to go and lay down for a little bit. We’ll do whatever you said you wanted to do tonight,” you said as Sam walked past you, giving you an apologetic look. 

Sam was the kind of person who was not going to get in the middle of it, so he just continued to make his way to the refrigerator after his morning run.

“Are you sure you’re okay? ‘Cause you don’t look okay, Sweetheart. Maybe I could just come keep you company, and cuddle with you like we used to while you rest, or until you feel better.” 

Dean made his way over to you while he was taking, and wrapped his arms around you.

As soon as he did you jerked back from him. He looked down at you confused and hurt, but he smelt like her perfume and it made your stomach lurch, bile rose in your throat at the thought of how it got there.

“No offense Dean, but you need a shower,” you said coldly and turned walking back to your room, leaving a very confused and hurt looking Dean, and a somewhat amused Sam. 

Probably because he thought Dean deserved that. 

You wanted nothing more than to cuddle with Dean, but you didn’t know if it wouldn’t totally rip your heart out, especially with him smelling so much like her. 

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After about two hours of you crying yourself to the point, you weren’t able to cry anymore in the darkness of your room, hating your weight, hating that you weren’t good enough, hating the fact that you had to wear glasses all the time, hating the fact that you were a nerd, and always were a nerd. Your stomach grumbled, reminding you that you had skipped breakfast this morning, but you didn’t want to run into the boys again, so you had just resolved to lay there when you hear your door open, and close softly.

You could smell Dean’s body wash as he made his way quietly as possible over to the side of your bed. Your back was to him, and the door, cover pulled high up to your chin, your hair pretty much blocking your face from his view.

“Y/N, are you asleep?” Dean whispered. 

You didn’t move, you didn’t say anything, you didn’t really have time to before Dean pulled the cover back, and you felt the bed dip under his weight. Your heart rate jumped up through the roof as his scent surrounded you, and he pulled the covers back over himself and you.

“I showered…I… I don't smell like her anymore… I made Sam check to make sure,” he said, moving his way over closer to you in a spooning position, wrapping his arm around you gently, and pulling himself closer to you.

Your heart was beating so hard now you were sure he could feel it through your ribs, even with all your “extra padding” as you called it. 

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you say something to me before? I’m sorry I hurt you. I didn’t know. I would have much rather come home to you than run to some whore that literally meant nothing to me." 

You made a mental note to kill Sam.

"Sam told you didn’t he,” you almost whispered, your stomach was in a knot at this point. What the fuck was he trying to tell you? You couldn’t do for him what he needed.

“Yeah, but in his defense, you left me standing there torn between hunting down whatever random dude that had hurt you that you weren’t telling me about, and trying to scrap my pride up off the floor,” Dean said. 

It took all you had not to flinch at that. You shouldn't have snapped at Dean, but you couldn’t stand the smell of her either. 

“I’m sorry Dean, I shouldn’t have taken my feelings out on you. You have every right to have sex with whoever you want. She could probably do more for you than I ever could. I know you are not attracted to me. I’m not blind. You don’t have to come in here, and say all those things just to make me feel better,” you said, refusing to turn around and look at him. 

You felt Dean sit up, and for a moment you thought he was going to get up and leave, shattering your heart even further. 

Instead of getting up and leaving, Dean rolled you over to your back with more ease than you thought would have been possible, and straddle your hips with his thighs. Bracing his weight off of you with his hands on either side of your head. You stared into his piercing eyes for a moment in shock. He looked cross between hurt and angry.

“Let me tell you a little something about that whore that you said could do so much better than you for me. Yeah, I fucked her, I’m not even gonna try and deny it, but after she was done I got up and got dressed to go jerked myself off in the car because some whore isn’t gonna get all of me Sweetheart believe that. I’d give my damn right arm to have you, what the fuck do you mean I’m not attracted to you? Every time we’re watching TV together I’m fighting to hide my boner because I didn’t want to freak you out. I wouldn’t be in here with you right now if I didn’t want to be. Why the hell do you think so low of yourself?” 

Dean was still hovering over you, so many emotions on his face that it was impossible to read them all.

“Dean, I’m fat. I’m no good at sex. I couldn’t get you off if I tried to. You still would have ended up having to go and finish yourself off. Very few men want to touch this, very few ever have.” 

You tried to avoid his gaze out of your own shame. Hating yourself at that moment more than ever.

“What? Fat? Baby girl, you are NOT fat. You're gorgeous,” Dean said as he reached and grabbed your wrist, bringing your hand down to his crotch, and resting it over the impressive bulge that had formed his sweats. 

You did vaguely register that he’d skipped the underwear. 

He felt huge, and you couldn’t stop your eyes widening. 

You always figured that Dean was packing, but damn.

“Does that feel like someone who isn’t attracted to you? Baby, I can’t tell you the nights I’ve thought about you just to get off. About kissing every curve, every inch of skin,” his hands let go of your wrist as he trailed them down your sides, and over your up to your breast, causing your breath to hitch in your throat at his light touch.

“Dean,” you said cautiously, his hand slipping under your shirt, fingers trailing lightly over your stomach, the part of your body that you hated the most. 

“Let me show you just how beautiful you are, Sweetheart,” he said, his voice husky and deep. His tongue running slowly over his lower lip as his eyes roamed your body. “Let me show you just how much I’ve always wanted you since the night I met you.”

You laid there underneath him completely dumbfounded for a moment. Finally, all you could do was shake your head yes. 

If you were dumb enough to turn him down now, you would lose him, and your heart couldn’t handle it, it would crush you. So here you were, going to take a chance, and do what you so desperately wanted to do for so long. 

Let Dean love you. 

Dean didn’t hesitate, reaching down grabbing your shirt and pulling it off and over your head, throwing it to the floor. His eyes rack over your body, looking down at your bare chest, you immediately try to cover up, regretting not putting a bra on this morning.

“No, no, pretty girl, don’t hide from me,” Dean said, bending down, and capturing your lips in his with a sweet kiss, slowly kissing away some of the worries, and insecurity. 

Moving his hands down your body he pulled the waistband of your PJs and underwear down your body in one pull, leaving you completely exposed before him. Keeping your mouth busy as his tongue invaded your mouth, kissing you drunk, exploring every inch of your mouth like he’d never get to do it again. 

When he finally had to pull up for air you noticed that his sweats were gone. His thick length standing proudly against his shirt, and slapping his stomach as he pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the floor.

You didn’t have time to get nervous before his mouth was on you again, kissing you deeply, needier than the first time. 

Making his way from your mouth to your throat he sucked his mark onto your neck, one that you’d wear proudly, one you’ve wanted for so long. 

He continued kissing his way down your body, licking at each nipple before sucking them into his mouth, sending a sensation you’d never felt before jolting through your body. Your back arching to meet his hard chest. Little moans fell from your lips as his mouth continued the assault on your hard nipples. 

Satisfied with his work, he began to move down your stomach. Kissing and nipping at the skin there, worshiping your body like no one ever had, kissing your hips, your tights. 

That’s when it hit you where he was.

“Dean, don’t!” you said, right before his mouth made contact with your already dripping core. 

Dean stopped immediately, moving back up your body, placing his lips on yours in a sweet kiss, slower this time than before. 

“I’m sorry, I’m just not there yet. Not tonight,” you said as he pulled away to look at you, your embarrassment filling your checks.

“That’s okay Baby, we’ve got all the time in the world. If you want to stop we can stop,” he said, brushing your hair away from your face.

“I don’t want to stop, I’m just not ready for that specifically. It’s gonna take time,” you said, he nodded his head, kissing your neck and running his tongue along the shall of your ear. 

“That’s okay baby girl, I’m not going to stop loving you, and eventually, I’m going to make you forget all that insecurity you’ve got built up inside. Even if it takes years. I’m a patient man,” Dean said, slipping his fingers down your body, and finding your swollen clit with his thumb as he pushed two tick digits deep side of you, working you slowly, your hips rolling against his hand on their own as he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that stop no one has been able to reach before. 

He didn’t stop playing your body like a well-tuned instrument until you were coming undone around him, and your walls squeezing his fingers as your orgasm ripped through your body, leaving you a panting shaking mess underneath him as he worked you through your high.

Peppering your face with little kisses he let you come down completely before lining himself up with you, sinking deep inside of you in one smooth thrust. Stretching you, filling you in every way. His thick tip is sitting against your cervix. You could almost feel him pulsing inside of you.

“Fuck, your so tight baby girl,” he husks in your ear, kissing your lips in a tender kiss before grabbing your hips, and rolling you over on top of him like you weighed nothing at all. A surprised squeak leaving your lips.

“Dean, no I’m going to hurt you,” you said, feeling silly, and embarrassed as you sat astraddle of his hips, his cock buried deep inside of you.

“You’re not going to hurt me, Baby. I want you to know just how capable you are of taking care of me, please,” he said, reaching up and kissing the skin of your stomach before grabbing your hips, and rocking your hips with his strong hands. 

All thought processes flew right out the window at that point. 

His tip moves over your most sensitive spots in the most amazing, almost overwhelming to the point of painful, but still pleasurable way, your clit dragging over his hilt with each drag of your hips. Soon you were rocking back and forth against him on our own without any assistance whatsoever. Your bodies molded together like they were meant to be.

Dean’s head was thrown back against the pillow, the veins in his neck visible, and his jaw tightly locked. 

He was beautiful. 

Completely lost in what your body was doing for him.

 Something you never knew was possible, never thought you would ever see, or experience first hand. Just something they wrote about in cheesy romance novels, and fanfiction.

Before long you right at the edge your body shaking on top of him. The sounds and noises that were falling from both of your lips were enough to make a porn star blush. Dean's grip on your hips was now strong enough that you were sure it would leave bruises. You didn’t care though. You let him hold onto you as he fucked himself up into you as you rode him, closer and closer to both of your ends. 

Dean cursed he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you down close to him as he slammed himself up into you and stilled. Spilling himself deep inside of you. His seed coating your walls in warm streams, throwing you into your own end. Waves of pleasure rolling over you both as he slowly thrust into you, dragging out both of your highs.

When both of you had control of your bodies again, Dean rolled you both over to your side, his arms never leaving you. He peppered your face and neck with little opened mouth kisses as he slowly pulled out of your body, and you couldn’t help but whine a little at the loss of contact.

Dean’s lips found yours in a sweet, but searing kiss as his hands started to trace the curves of your body, while still holding onto you tightly. Not breaking the kiss until the need for oxygen became to grate.

“I love you y/n, I have since the moment I met, and I know I’m not much, and I don’t have anything to offer you, the life we live… It’s just not your white picket fence life, but all I have is yours if you will have me. You know how hard it is for me to admit my feelings, but sweetheart, I’ve never been more sure of anything in all of my life.”

A single tear that made its way down your cheek. One that Dean caught, and wiped away with the gentle movement of his thumb over your cheek. 

“I love you too, I’m yours, I always have been, always will be.”

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in your dreams - part one

Summary: Remus Lupin is head over heels for Narcissa, but she’s not allowed to date until her sister (y/n) has a boyfriend. As a solution, Remus enlists Sirius to become (y/n)’s boyfriend.                                                                        Pairings: reader x sirius, remus x narcissa, lucius x narcissa, james x lily Disclaimer: This is basically harry potter universe x 10 things i hate about you. You DON’T need to have seen the movie to understand bc this is basically a retelling of the story. Also some of the dialogue has been taken straight from the movie. ALSO in this story Narcissa and Bellatrix are NOT Sirius’s cousins.

Hogwarts. It was beautiful, breathtaking even from the train window. The great castle looms into view, and (y/n) Knightley gets slightly tearful at the fact that this is the beginning of her last year at Hogwarts. A year from now you would hopefully begin your training as a healer at St.Mungos. That is if your father didn’t marry you off before that. 

Your thoughts are abruptly interrupted by the compartment door sliding open. A group of giggling girls pop their heads in, blasting a horrendously high pitched song from a portable cassette player.

“Hi we’re the Promenade ball committee! Make sure to buy a ticket. It’ll be a night to remember!” One of them says in a sugar sweet voice, handing you a purple flyer. You simply roll your eyes as an answer and the girls leave, mumbling to themselves. You manage to hear a what a bitch through the high pitched singing. You glance down at the paper. It reads:

Promenade ball! Hogwarts class of 1978

May 22nd - 8:00 to 12:00

Tickets : 10 galleons each

You scrunch the paper into a ball and throw it out the open window. 

Balls were stupid anyways.

Remus walked into Professor Myriads office, the head of Gryffindor house. He’s missed Hogwarts. Spending one year abroad at Ilvermorny was a great experience but it couldn't compete with the beauty of Hogwarts. In one year, so much had changed yet it still felt the same way it had in his first year. Strange but familiar.

“Remus Lupin. Welcome back! I hope you enjoyed your stay in America. Now I know you remember this school like the back of your hand but it is a Hogwarts rule that any returning students must be shown around the premises again. I’ve assigned Peter Pettigrew to be your guide for today.” She says motioning to Peter standing outside, waving excitedly. “You may go to class now.” The silver haired woman said, dismissing him quickly. Remus reached down for his bookbag when a shadow stood leaning in the doorway. 

“Padfoot!”

“Moony! Missed you mate.” Sirius and Remus embraced each other tightly, Professor Myriad cleared her throat. 

“Sirius Black. I see we're making our visits a weekly ritual. You better not get in trouble this year if you want to graduate.” She gave him a disapproving glance. He answered with a charming smile.

“Only so we can have these moments together. Should I, uh, get the lights?”

“Oh very clever Mr. Black. That’ll be ten points from Gryffindor.”

“Remus! Oh we’ve missed you so much. Tell me how it was. How were the states? Good god, so many things have changed in the past year.” Peter said, spitting out more questions than Remus could handle.

“It was nice, Ilvermorny was very laid back. They study native magic and lots of non verbal spells. I’ll tell you more at dinner.”

“Allright, let me give you the breakdown, even though you know most of this stuff.” Peter said.

They begin to walk around the grounds.

“Over there you’ve still got your basic beautiful people.” He motions to a group of students sitting under a tree. “To the left we have the coffee kids. A new developpement since Dippet allowed a coffee machine in the Great Hall.”

“Interesting.” Remus said, looking at the students who couldn’t seem to sit still.

One of them knocked over his cup, filled with rich brown liquid, onto the other’s lap. “Whoa”

“That was a Costa Rican, asshole!”

“Very edgy.  Don’t make any sudden moves around them.” Peter added. 

They now approached a few students dressed in large hats and leather boots.

 “These guys…” Peter started.

“Wait wait.  Let me guess.  Cowboys?”

“Yeah, ever since that muggle movie Grayeagle came out.”

“Who would have thought that I would see more cowboys back at Hogwarts than the US.”

They now neared a group of students sitting on the grass, scribbling on parchment furiously.                

“These are your future Ministers. Hey guys.  How ya doin’?” Peter waved to the group. They rolled their eyes at him and went back to they’re books.

“Yesterday I was their god.” Peter said wistfully.

Remus chuckled, he had missed this atmosphere. “What happened.”

“Bogie Levenstein started a rumor that I...that I used an enchanted quill on my OWL’s.”

“Did you?” Remus asked, already knowing the answer.

“Not the point.” Muttered Peter.

“So they kicked you out?” Remus continued.

“Hostile takeover.  But don’t worry.  They’ll pay.  Now over here…”

“Merlin’s sake.” Remus whispered as a beautiful, creamy skinned dark haired girl walked by.

 “What group is she in?”

“The “don’t even think about it” group. That’s Narcissa Knightley.  Fifth year.” Peter said, shaking his head at his friend. Remus' mouth was still agape as she walked past him with her friend.

“Yup, see, there’s a difference between “like” and “love”.  Because I like my wand, but I love my Snakeskin backpack.” Narcissa explained to the other girl.

“But I love my wand.” Her friend says clutching her wand to her chest.

“That’s because you don’t have a snakeskin backpack.” Narcissa said, like it was the most obvious thing. Her friend looks enamoured by her wisdom.

“Oohhh.”

“Listen. Forget her.  Incredibly uptight father, and it’s a widely known fact that the Knightley sisters aren’t allowed to date.” Peter said, shaking his Remus's shoulder.

“Uh huh...yeah.”

At dinner later that night, Remus couldn’t keep his gaze off the enchanting girl at the Slytherin table.

“Earth to Moony!” James said between mouthfuls.

“Mate, we haven’t seen you in months. Talk. Or would you rather go join the Slytherins.” Sirius says, glaring at the green robed students.

“He has a thing for Narcissa Knightley.” Remus gave Peter a death glare.

“She’s pretty, but not as pretty as Lily Evans.” James sighed, looking at the auburn haired girl.

“Prongs, you're still running after her? It’s been, what, three years of her constantly rejecting you.” Remus chuckled.

“At least Lily’s allowed to date.” James retorted.

“You guys are pathetic.” Sirius said, grinning cockily, knowing he could get any girl at Hogwarts easily.

“Okay then.  What did everyone think of the Tales of the Wizard-Goblin war?” Professor Binns, Hogwarts only ghost professor, asked.

“I loved it. The part with Ginnamora was soooo romantic.” A clueless girl sighed.

“Romantic?  Buckthorn?!  He was an abusive alcoholic misogynist who squandered half his life hanging around Giraf Abbott trying to nail his leftovers.” (y/n) said to the girl, earning eyerolls from the other students. 

Lucius Malfoy chuckles cockily. “As opposed to a bitter self-righteous hag who has no friends?”

Giggles erupt through the room. (y/n) doesn’t turn around to face him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d pissed her off.

“I guess in this society being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time.”

Just then, a dark haired boy strolls confidently inside the classroom.

“What’d I miss?” Sirius asked.

“The oppressive patriarchal values that dictate our education.” You answered, gritting your teeth furiously.

“Good.” He turned around and went back out of the room.

“Hey, hey!” The ghost professor looked like he was about to go after him but decided to stay put.

“Uh,Professor.  Is there any chance we could get (y/n) to take her calming drought before she comes to class?” Lucius said, high fiving his fellow slytherins.

“Mr.Malfoy, someday you’re gonna get hexed and I’m not gonna do a thing to stop it.  And Miss. Knightley.  I want to thank you for your point of view.” Professor Binns stated. (y/n) smiled to herself.

Take that Malfoy.

“I know how difficult it must be for you to overcome all those years of pureblood oppression.  It must be tough.” Professor Binns' words wiped the grin right off her face. (y/n) thanks Merlin that Lucius Malfoy, with his inflated ego, couldn’t see her face. Professor Binns continues.

“But the next time you storm around the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures crusading for better house elves, or whatever it is you wealthy purebloods complain about, ask them why they can’t buy a book written by a ghost!”

 His normally monotone voice was now strident. Never in your six years at Hogwarts had you ever heard Professor Binns get so riled up. The whole class was taken about by his sudden burst of emotion. You quickly recover from your slight shock.

“Anything else?”

“Ten points from Gryffindor.  Go to your head of house.” Professor Binns stated, sounding a little brittle.

“What?!  Professor Binns!” You plead but he’s already started scribbling on the chalkboard. (y/n) storms out, making sure to hit Lucius Malfoy with her bag on the way.

Professor Myriad was scribbling a letter when you reached her office, knocking on the doorway to make your presence known. The silver haired woman lowered her glasses as you sat down in a crimson chair.

“So I hear you were terrorizing Professor Binns‘s class.  Again.”

“With all due respect expressing my opinion is not a terrorist action.” You say, picking at your nails.

“The way you expressed your opinion to Richard Crabbe? By the way, his testicle retrieval operation went quite well, in case you're interested.” She remarqued, mentioning a particularly nasty quidditch fight between (y/n) and that idiot Crabbe.

“I still maintain that his broom malfunctioned and he kicked himself in the balls.” You answer cooly, trying your hardest not to let any emotion seep through your face.

Professor Myriad fumbled. “The point is (y/n)...People perceive you as somewhat …” 

“Tempestuous?”

“"Heinous bitch" is the term used most often.” She states simply.

How flattering, Professor.

“You might want to work on that. Try being more like your sister.” 

You raised your eyebrows at her comment because the woman clearly had no idea what she was getting into.

“Tell me Professor, which sister are we talking about? Bellatrix? Who was married off to some greasy pureblood the day after she graduated. Andromeda? Who followed her heart but was shunned from the family. Or Narcissa? Who at sixteen still, for the love of god, cannot tie her shoelaces.” 

(y/n) rises from her chair and says, in her most sarcastic tone  “As always, thank you for your excellent guidance.” before strolling out of the tiny office.

Lucius and his friends were sprawled in their usual spots under a tree. Someone in the group mumbles “Virgin alert” as Narcissa and Josie walk past. Lucius’s attention is immediately fixed on the innocent looking brunette. The girls notice him and wave shyly.

“Looking good ladies.”

“They’re outta reach, even for you.” Simon Nott  said in a sing-song voice.

“No one’s out of reach for me.” Lucius says, sizing his friend up.

“You wanna put money on that?” Simon questions, leaning back against the tree. Lucius glances at Narcissa who’s laughing with a group of fifth year students,

“Money I’ve got.  This I’m going to do for fun.”

From across the courtyard, Remus, James and Peter observe the way Lucius Malfoy is eyeing Narcissa, like a tiger watching his prey. Remus feels strangely protective of her, wanting to protect her from Lucius’s slimy paws. He gazed at her as she giggled, her dimples showing.

“Mate, look at her.” He said in a voice soft with affection.

James is clearly unimpressed. “Is she always so...vapid?”

“How can you say that?  She’s totally…”

“Conceited?”Peter leered.

“What are you talking about Wormtail?  There’s more to her than you think. I mean, look... look at the way she smiles. And look at her eyes, man.  She’s totally pure.  I mean, you’re missing what’s there.”

“No, Moony.  No. What’s there is a snotty little Princess creating a strategically planned appearance to make guys like us realize we can never touch her, and guys like, uh…” Peter fumbled, looking across the courtyard. “...Lucis, realize they want to. She, my friend, is what we’ll spend the rest of our lives not having. Move on.”

“No.” Remus pouted stubbornly.

“Move on.” James quipped, repeating Peter’s words.

“No! You’re wrong about her.  You’re so wrong.” Remus grumbled back.

“Alright.  I’m wrong?  You wanna take a shot?  Be my guest. She’s actually looking for a Mermish tutor.”

Remus’s eyes light up. “Are you serious?  That’s perfect!”

“Do you even speak Mermish?” James questioned. Remus flashed his bright teeth.

“Well no.  But I will.”

#sirius black #sirius #sirius x reader #sirius x y/n #james potter #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy

[imagine-loki]

Strip Poker, One shot

TITLE: Strip Poker CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One shot AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine playing strip poker with Loki RATING: M

NOTES: Playing strip poker with Loki. But you run out of clothes… so Loki decides to add a few things.

I knew Loki was up to something, I could tell by the way he was skulking around the place. No doubt looking for mischief.

‘If you’re planning on dragging me down with whatever it is you’re plotting, you can think again. Stark still doesn’t trust me with his car after what you did to it.’ I muttered, not even looking up at him while I lay on my stomach on the carpet, reading my book.

Loki’s chuckle reached my ears as he straddled over my bum, his hands gripped my sides as he leaned over me. His hair was tickling the back of my neck as he looked at what I was reading.

‘You’re reading that silly wizard book again?’ He scoffed.

‘If Harry Potter was real, you’d have no hope, mister.’ I turned the book over and put it down, then I managed to roll over underneath him, his hands sliding over my body and landing on my hips again.

He raised an eyebrow at me. ‘Are you seriously comparing my skills to that of a puny Midgardian wizard?’

I knew I’d touched a nerve. It was fun to wind him up, especially over something that questioned his power. We often had this game of poking fun and teasing at each other. Since my arrival to the Avengers tower, I was told almost daily how Loki came out of his shell more. Apparently, I brought out the best in him.

But in reality, I had just treated him like anyone else. I didn’t recoil in fear when he entered a room. I didn’t blame him whenever something bad happened. Although, admittedly, he is the first one to be blamed when there’s any kind of mischief going on. But he always owns up to that proudly. We were really close friends… Sometimes I wished we were more, but I never told him that. Too scared it would ruin what we had. Even though he was a huge flirt, I just assumed that was in his nature.

I shrugged and gave his arms a pat. ‘Ok, ok. You’re probably right. You’d win easily.’

‘Probably right? I’m always right.’ He grinned.

‘Yeah, yeah… So, I’m not gonna get to finish reading in peace, am I?’ I asked knowingly.

He grinned down at me with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. ‘Nope. I’m bored, I want to play.’

The way he said it and squeezed my sides at the same time made my stomach flip. But I kept focused. ‘Well, what do you want to do?’

‘Hmmm.’ He looked up, thinking. While he absentmindedly slid his hands just under my top, lightly stroking my sides. It wasn’t anything unusual with Loki, he was very touchy feely with me. Enjoyed hugging whenever possible, just touching me in some way seemed to make him happy. And I certainly wasn’t complaining about it.

‘We could play poker?’ He suggested, eyes lighting up again.

‘Alright. I’m not great at it, so you’ll likely win.’

‘Excellent.’ Loki grinned. ‘Just one thing, we will put our own spin on it… Let’s play strip poker.’ He winked at me and hopped up off me excitedly.

‘No, no, no, no! I’ll lose, spectacularly. And I’ll be naked while you’ll still be fully clothed!’

‘Oh come on, darling. It will be such fun.’ He had a pack of cards appear in his hand as he pushed the coffee table into the middle of the floor on front of me. Two wine glasses full of red wine appeared too.

I should’ve known he had a hidden agenda this evening.

I groaned and sat up, shuffling myself over to sit crossed legged opposite him. He flicked his wrist and had a chair slide over for him to sit on. And his full armour, cape and helmet materialised onto his body while he started shuffling the cards.

‘Don’t think so. That’s not fair! Look at all the layers you have. Change back!’ I demanded, folding my arms over my chest.

He chuckled wickedly, but to my relief he did change back into the all black suit he had been wearing a moment ago. But that’s when I realised, I was seriously under dressed as it was. Knickers, a bra, shorts and a tank top… That’s all I had on.

‘Have I ever told you how cute you look when you’re pissed off?’

‘Shut up.’ I huffed, grabbing my cards.

I was pleasantly surprised to win the first round. So Loki had to remove a piece of clothing. But the asshole took off his watch that was hidden under his sleeve.

‘Bastard.’ I muttered under my breath.

‘What was that, darling?’ He teased, hand behind his ear.

I glared at him the best I could, but he just laughed.

He won the following round, but I remembered I had earrings in.

‘I should make you remove both of them.’

‘Nu uh, you have way more layers as it is. Let me have this one.’

He nodded reluctantly. Probably knew he was going to win anyway.

After some more rounds, I was down to my underwear. Loki still had his shirt, trousers and socks on. He had used his tie as an item, a necklace I didn’t even know existed and his shoes. Whereas I had been barefoot so didn’t even have the luxury of socks to remove.

I felt slightly self-conscious, sitting there in my underwear on the floor on front of him. But the wine was helping greatly, especially because as soon as my glass was empty Loki filled it right up again.

The perks of having a magic God as a best friend were great at times.

‘Oh dear… Looks like I win again.’ He was unable to contain a big ass smirk.

‘There’s nothing else for me to remove.’

‘You are still wearing clothing, I can see with my very own eyes.’

‘Seriously? I’m not taking my underwear off.’ I whined.

‘Come on, darling. It’s just me. Nothing I’ve not seen before.’ He winked at me.

My face went bright red. He was referring to the god awful, down right most embarrassing moment of my life, where he had burst into my bedroom after returning from a mission that had went really well, and I was lying on my bed completely naked with a vibrator shoved up my fanny. I had just been about to cum, too.

And Loki being Loki, hadn’t even averted his eyes. Oh no, he had taken in the sight before him with the biggest grin on his face I had ever seen. It took me to grab the blanket and throw it over myself before he backed out of my room, but he didn’t even apologise.

We had never spoken of that moment, I was too embarrassed to bring it up. And Loki just never mentioned it, thankfully… Until now.

The wine had made me brave. So I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra, I couldn’t look him in the eye though, when I took it off. I tried using my hair to cover my nipples, but it wasn’t really working.

‘Alright, let’s get the next one over with. Sooner you’re completely naked the better.’ I grumbled, downing more wine.

While I was looking at my cards, I glanced over them to look at Loki. He was peeping over the top of his, too. But his eyes were down at my breasts. I moved the cards strategically down enough to hide them from his view. He looked up and locked with my eyes, I could tell he was grinning. I could see it in his eyes.

To my relief, I won the next round. So he took off… a sock.

I groaned in utter annoyance as he made a big show of it, acting like it was a strip tease. He even tossed the damn thing at me, landing on my head.

I was desperate to win more rounds. But alas, I lost the next one. And he just eyed me up, waiting… I groaned and reluctantly manoeuvred my knickers off. I decided to get back at him, so I threw them at him. But he caught them with his lightning quick reflexes.

A sly grin formed on his face. ‘I think I shall keep these.’ He growled, stuffing them into his pocket.

‘That’s just… creepy.’

‘I am a creepy one.’ He winked.

The next round, I lost. Yet again. But I was half relieved, thinking it was over.

‘Alright! Well done, you win! I have nothing else to take off.’ I threw the cards down on the table and went to grab my clothes that I’d piled next to me, but as I reached out for them, they just vanished right through my fingers.

‘What the… Loki!’ I glared over at him and folded my arms over my chest.

‘We’re not done yet, love. Not until we’re both naked.’

‘There is nothing else for me to remove. What do you want me to do when I lose, take a shot?’

‘I have a much better idea than that.’ His tone was low and seductive, making me gulp as I squeezed my thighs together a bit. Glad he couldn’t see because of the table.

‘Wh… what might that be?’ I dared to ask.

‘We start… adding things to you.’ He then held up two pegs.

My eyes widened in realisation of what he meant. ‘I… No… that’s not fair.’

‘Are you bailing on me, darling?’ He raised an eyebrow at me.

I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, or the throbbing between my legs that made me agree… But I put my hand out across the table and he dropped the pegs into my hand.

‘Wait… are these the clothes pegs from outside?’

Loki pursed his lips, trying not to laugh as he nodded.

‘Lord help me.’ I rolled my eyes.

I took a deep breath as I held one over my left nipple, but I found I was too scared to actually do it.

‘Have you never used nipple clamps or pegs before?’ Loki asked, so casually as if he was asking me about the damn weather.

‘No… I have not.’ I spat back at him, making him chuckle.

The hairs on the back of my neck went up on end as he got up from his chair and moved swiftly around beside me. Kneeling down, he slid a hand up my spine to the back of my neck, under my hair, and he gave me a gentle squeeze.

He leaned in and I felt his warm breath against my ear. ‘Allow me.’

A small whimper came out of me instead of anything intelligent. But he didn’t comment on it. I was pretty sure his god-like senses could no doubt tell I was aroused, all because of him…

‘They can be quite delightful when used right.’ He spoke low as he turned his attentions to my breasts.

I thought he was just going to clip them on, but instead he decided to tease me. He lightly stroked the tips of his fingers over my nipple, making me gasp. It hardened far too quickly, making me curse myself.

He stroked over it a few times, then used his thumb and forefinger to pinch. Making me whine as it felt like a jolt went right down to my clit.

He attached the peg to my nipple and moved his hand across to my right nipple. To repeat the action. But it didn’t take near as long this time, as I let out a whimper and my eyelids fluttered in response to the pleasure, right before he clipped the second one on.

‘There we go. See, this is such a good idea.’ He kissed my temple when I grumbled in response, trying to remain pissed off with him.

But in reality, I wanted nothing more than for him to just get naked too…

It was difficult to focus with the pegs on my nipples. It was a strange sensation, one that I was finding I rather liked… Which surprised me. I had expected it to be painful and uncomfortable.

Unluckily for me, I lost the next round too.

‘Ooooh, what shall we add next?’ Loki playfully tapped his lower lip, as if deep in thought. But I knew the asshole knew exactly what he was going to give me next.

He held his hand up and my eyes widened when steel ben wa balls formed in his palm. He rolled them about between his fingers, grinning from ear to ear. ‘How about these?’

‘Oh god.’ My cunt clenched at the thought of them.

‘That I am.’ He smirked and stalked back around towards me.

‘I can put them in myself.’ I squeaked, my voice much higher than I had meant it to be.

‘Are you sure? They need to be in properly… My fingers are much longer than yours, I can make sure they get to where they’re supposed to be.’ He purred, his voice like utter sin.

‘Well… When you put it like that.’

He spun his finger, motioning for me to turn around to him. I uncrossed my legs and turned to him. I spread my legs open and tried to hide the embarrassment that coursed through me. But looking at Loki, all I could see was… lust in his eyes as he eyed me up thoroughly.

‘Raise your knees, put your feet flat.’ He tapped my ankle and I did as he asked.

I moaned when he slid his fingers down me, I bit my lip to try and stop myself from making anymore noises. I was so aroused it was humiliating.

‘My my, someone is excited.’ He hummed, stroking my clit slowly.

‘Just… do it.’ I said through gritted teeth, closing my eyes.

I yelped a little when I felt the harsh cold of the first ball press against my opening. It was quite large and heavy, but Loki pressed it right in. Then the second one joined straight after. Loki wasn’t quite done yet though, he slid two fingers into me and pushed them around a bit, pulling more moans and whimpers from me.

‘There… In the right place now.’ He curled his fingers against my g spot as he slowly retracted said fingers from within me, making my legs tremble.

As he stood, he sucked his fingers with a moan and went back to his chair. I could see the very evident bulge in his trousers now. And that made me even more excited…

I shuffled back round and crossed my legs, but just doing that action made the balls move inside of me. One of them was pressing right against my g spot in my new position and I nearly lost it completely.

‘Delightful, aren’t they?’ He grinned at me.

I ignored his comment and with shaky hands I picked up my cards that he had dealt me. I had to keep breathing deeply, because otherwise I was worried I was going to cave and start touching my clit to orgasm because the balls just felt so bloody good. I couldn’t resist slightly swaying back and fore, I thought unnoticeably. But Loki noticed. Of course he did.

‘Enjoying yourself there, love?’ He teased.

‘I… yes, I am actually.’ I huffed at him and made my move with the cards.

‘How the…’ I trailed off when I realised I had lost the round again.

‘Surely there’s nothing else that can be…’ I trailed off when I looked up at Loki and saw him holding some weird vibrator. ‘added…’

‘What’s that?’ I squeaked.

‘A clitoris vibrator. This hole here, hugs it nicely and there’s tiny little vibrators just inside that will tantalise your lovely little nub.’ He slid it across the table to me.

‘What, you’re not going to help me with it?’ I raised an eyebrow at him.

He chuckled. ‘Trust me, I will be helping plenty in a moment.’

I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously, but I picked up the vibrator and studied it closely.

‘How am I going to get to keep it in place while playing cards with both hands?’

‘That’s where I shall come in. Trust me. Put it on.’ He licked his lips.

I knew I was far too gone anyway, so why stop now? Clit stimulation was just what I needed.

The table shielded his view of me while I opened my legs and got the vibrator into position. It was quite easy because my clit was peeking out, simply begging for some attention. Poor little thing. The hole on the vibrator fit snugly over it. I let out a small sigh as it turned on and vibrated over it, almost completely encasing it like a sucking motion at the same time.

That’s when I noticed Loki’s magic on the vibrator. When I let go, it stayed in place and intensified in vibrations.

‘Oh fuck!’ I moaned and threw my head back.

The balls inside me started moving about a little, I realised that no doubt they had his magic in them too. Because there was no way they should be moving that much.

I knew there was no chance I would be able to focus on the card game now, especially when Loki ramped up the vibrator on my clit, making me howl in utter pleasure as I came. I started falling over onto my side, but Loki quickly came over and sat behind me, pulling me back into him and cradling me into his embrace as I kept shaking through what felt like a constant orgasm.

Loki smoothed my hair back from my sweaty forehead as he wrapped his other arm around my middle, keeping me against him as my hips tried to buck up in pleasure.

‘This is such a delightful prize for winning.’ He purred, kissing the top of my head.

‘L… Loki…’ I panted, unable to say anything else but his name.

It was safe to say, that soon after, Loki stripped naked too. Not because he lost any rounds, but because he had another game in mind as he teleported us back to his room for the night.

#Loki #God of Mischief #Submitted one shot #submission #strip poker #Fanfichiddles

[astranne]

(Natalia Romanova) Crossover Harry Potter x Marvel

So, Natalia Romanova. Daughter of Black Widow and the Winter Soldier. The Avengers are totally her honorary uncles and aunts. Since she‘s James‘ daughter she‘s a super soldier too and HYDRA did some experiments so she‘s now stronger/faster than Captain America. She is now also an empath and telepath. And since this is an AU, Black Widow is a witch (Harry Potter universe here). But she never learned magic like all the others, she never needed speels and a wand. Just like Natalia. The royal family has always been magic, so they are important too in the wizarding world. But since Natasha never has been at the magic places they think she‘s a squib and like her daughter magicless. Anyway.

So, the muggle world thinks, that Natalia goes to a private school with other rich kids, bc Natasha wants her childhood as normals as possible. They send her to Durmstrang, bc this is the perfect school for her. (In this fic, many dark wizard families send their children there, Durmstrang is almost as big as Hogwarts and a proud school. The asshole Igor somewhat is not there) And a former Red Room 'friend' of Natasha is teacher there, so she can train her daughter while school. She goes under the name Natalia Romanoff, but somehow they realize this is the princess of russia. Naturally they try to become her friend, but... her glare is really scary. And then she starts talking about her father and they are like, nooopee not with me. But someone doesn‘t recognizes her. One Draco Malfoy. His father sends him to Durmstrang, bc the school is known for the good teaching in DADA (they totally also learn some dark spells) and Lucius will not send his heir to the school where this Dumbleshit is. Draco only says once, 'my father will hear about this', but no one fears his father. They are all pretty chill and not like britain wizards. So Draco slowly changes, doesn’t become this little brat who runs to his father everytime. He’s more like: oh fuck, my mom will kill me, when he does something dumb. It‘s in the middle of the school year, when he sees Natalia in the library and they just start talking. He has no idea who she is, bc Malfoys hate the muggle world and yeah. Natalia notices that and decides, this is now my best friend. They start to hang out, prank some olders and become friends with Vikor Krum, who starts his career.

And everybody is like: boy, do you realize this is a princess? Draco is just confused until she tells him and he‘s just: why did you do this to me??? I thought we‘re friends? He takes it with humor, yk Draco isn’t this little shit like in canon, Well, he still can be, but only when necessary. Anyway, he’s totally proud, that he’s the best friend of the princess of russia.

Anyway. They become friends and Draco writes a letter, before he comes home. There he casually writes he befriended the Romanova heir and how she teached him some moves with knifes. His father pales, bc draco- how in the bloody hell did you become friends with the russian princess, who is the daughter of the most feared assassin??? His mother is proud and excited to meet this Natalia.

Anywayyy. Draco comes home, his father tries his usual shit, but his son just walks past him and hugs his mother. Narcissa approves™

Uhm... probably should mention that Draco let his hair grow? Bc omg- twelve year old Draco Malfoy with a undercut and a little bun. Omg- and then some years later. You either die, bc he‘s so cute or bc he‘s so hot.

Anyway. Draco and Natalia write through the summer and also meet. James begins to teach Draco, bc you are now the best friend of my daughter. She can‘t always protect you. The Malfoys meet the Romanovas and somehow the whole wizarding world knows this.

Lucius called Natalia a half blood, bc he tought James is one.

“Excuse me, my Lord. But my father is the head of the Barnes family, an old and ancient house of America. He is a true wizard, if the muggels wouldn‘t have tortured him, his magical core still would be intact.“ James stares at Lucius, like he’s ready to kill and then mutters something in russian. Natalia snorts unladylike, while Natasha grins. (James called Lucius a little boy, (in not so nice words) bc he fears his daughter who is twelve years old. Shame on you, Lucius)

Bc Natalia is bored, she created an Instagram account, where she immediately gained millions of followers.

“Hey there! You probably think, what the bloody hell is the princess of-"

“Stop swearing, young lady!“

“And this was my father... anyway. I have summer holidays and while I still prepare for the next school year, I have sooo much time to do nothing! And- Draco, come here! I want you to introduce to Instagram.“ Natalia grins widely, while she films Draco, who was reading a book about the history of Russia.

“What now, Nat?“, he mumbles.

“Look in the camera!“

“You know, if you say that, I will especially not doing it.“

“And this is my best friend Draco.“

“Draco Malfoy.“ She rolles her eyes playfully, when he still ignores her.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy... now stop being such a brat and come here.“

“I hate it, when you call me by my full name.“

“Anyway. This is Draco Malfoy, my best friend. We met in the middle of the school year and since then-“

“Everybody has to suffer because of our alliance.“

“We are friends, Draco! Stop being such a bloody-“

“Young Lady-“

“It was Draco!“ Her fans love their interactions. Some even do competitions about Draco‘s insults at random people.

“My dad teached Draco some things and now he won‘t let this bloody knife-“

“Natalia Romanova, no cruse words in this household.“

“I swear, my dad knows everytime when I cruse. It‘s spooky.“ Draco snorts, while he still twirls the knife in his hand.

“Your father knows everything you do.“

“That‘s true.“

She gets the permission, still to post on social media while being at school. As long she doesn’t exposes the wizarding world.

“I wanted to introduce you to another friend of mine! This is Viktor-“

“Stanislav! Did you hear? I‘m friends with the princess, take that you fucking asshole!“

“We are not friends anymore, Vic! Stanislav, you are now my new best friend!“

“Hey! What about me??“

Some people are concerned, that she only has male friends, since they only met the three.

“Please. Girls can be soo dramatic, it‘s so fucking annoying. But I have some female friends. Like Daphne. But she goes to another school.... Draco? Do you think we could kidnap Daphne, so she goes with us to school?“ Draco is so done with his life. Why did he became friends with her? She only makes problems...

So yeah, Natalia is a cheerful person, but if you try to hurt her friends or family, she raises hell. Draco tries to control the chaos she creates, but is not always successful.

Uhm, fast forward I think? To fourth year, the Triwizard Tournament. Bc Draco and Natalia are one of Victor‘s closest friends, (and have powerful names) the go for a year to Hogwarts. They also meet the golden trio, who has no idea who they are, but Ron is searching for the princess. Hermione tries to stop him, but he already did the mess. Natalia begins raises an eyebrow and asks him what business he has with the princess.

“I need to speak with her.“

“And you are? Draco, is he a part of the pure blood families?“ Draco just shruggs and says: “I‘m not entirely sure, he has the looks of a Weasly and while they are a pure blood family, no one of the elite likes them.“ Harry begins to shout at Draco, Ron too, while Hermione wants to bang her head against the wall.

“I‘m sure, this is a misunderstanding. I‘m not from England, so I don‘t know the important families like Draco does. He simply said what your political position in the wizarding world is. I‘m sure you know the Malfoys, this is Draco Malfoy and he‘s my best friend. I appologies, if something we said came out wrong, but in Durmstrang you normally don‘t offend students with the political positions of their parents.“

Hermione becomes friends with the two, Harry and Ron are then pissed. Does she care? No.

So, they have their fun in Howgarts, they also befriend the Weasly twins and prank some people.

And then comes the fifth year. People loose their absolute shit, bc boy- They haven‘t seen Draco for 3 months and suddendly he‘s one of the hottest teenagers of the world. They start to ship the two, but Natalia doesn’t react to the fans about this.

For information, they are in the sixth year when they come together (somewhat)

But in the summer after the fifth year, some agency contacts Draco and asks him if he wants to do modeling. And he‘s like, why not. Then I have also a name in the muggle world and much influence.

He does a great job. He gains a fandbase, (he already has one) who are like: fucking finally-bitch, what took you so long???

He also starts social medias, mostly talks about his life. And the world meets his mother and they are like: ok wow, we understand, Draco. She‘s an angel, a badass angel. We know now, why he‘s such a perfect boy

So yeah, Draco starts modeling, his father tries to throw a hissy fit but can‘t really do anything about it.

I totally forgot about it, but Voldemort came back and James is like- fuck this shit and killed him. And destroyed all his Horcruxes. He went to all his former followers and was like: bitches, this was a half blood who wanted to destroy the wizarding world. Don‘t follow his mistakes or I‘ll kill you all.

They look at him with big eyes and he then tells, he wants his daughter save and how can she be save, when the parents of her friends follow a mass murderer?

And yeah, this is how the Winter Soldier destroyed Dumbledore’s plans and didn‘t even know it.

And yeah. Draco starts also acting (he‘s really good at it) and is a part time teacher in Durmstrang. Natalia is doing princess stuff, represents her house in the wizarding world and just lives her life.

They marry some years later (the biggest wedding of the century after Natalia‘s parents).

Masterlist

#marvel #marvel au #crossover #harry potter #black widow #natasha romanova #natalia romanova #hydra #shield #avengers #russia #princess of russia #winter soldier #bucky barnes #james barnes #draco malfoy #narcissa malfoy #lucius malfoy #durmstrang #hogwarts #hermion granger #viktor krum #voldemort #death eaters #new story idea #part two #au #justhugefangirl writes {🥀} #justhugefangirl creates {🌹}

[thisspiderwrites]

a.m. | t.h.

summary: tom holland is an auror who likes to spend the first hours of the day in a pub waiting for something to happen.

pairing: wizard!tom holland x female reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: language 

a/n: so this is for a writting challenge so @h-osterfield @harryrholland thanks for letting me participate, hope you like what I had in store

The night was calm, extremely calm. The lights in the town of Hogsmeade could barely be seen due to the fog. A certain swirling sound disturbed the quiet of the night. The figure of a man materialized out of thin air outside a pub. He proceeded to shake the snow of his shoes and enter The Three Broomsticks. Tom Holland, a Ministry auror who had just got off work but didn’t have a family to come home to yet. The little town outside of the place where he had gone to school comforted him, therefore spending a few hours there before he went to sleep was his way of relaxing. Most people were home during the time Tom sat down to have something to drink, everyone was leaving the pub while he was going in and no one bugged him while he was there. Those were the things that made him a little happier during the night; that and the sporadic company.

This meant his thoughts always drifted to this part of the day because it meant there was a chance he was going to be able to see one of his favorite school friends. The one friend he was secretly in love with, the one who always made him smile and the one who was so oblivious about his feelings for her that she almost married someone else.

Their meetings at this place became a tradition after they graduated Hogwarts and didn’t know what the future held for them. During a drunken night they promised they would always come to each other when they felt like life was bringing them down. Since then, all of their heartbreaks, dreams and achievements laid at the bottom of a glass of butter beer.

“I still can’t believe the lengths that I would go to just to see you” Tom’s heart jumped in his chest as he tried to hide a smile.”Good to see you love, how are you this morning slash still night?”

They hugged and Tom helped her up to her stool.

“Had a tough night?” he caressed her hand in empathy.

“Not really, just boring” she sighed and asked for two drinks. “What about you? Caught any bad wizards?” she played with the ring in the shape of a crown on her middle finger. “I caught a few wizards who violated the International Statute of Secrecy so I had to obliviate a few muggles but nothing very important” Tom noticed how he would pay less attention to the events of his day because of how much he expected this moment to come.

He was never sure of what would happen during wee hours; sometimes she was able to make it, other times he would find himself drinking alone. As Tom stared at the way his friend twisted the ring, he got a flashback to the night he had given it to her. An important moment in both of their lives; she had just fabricated her first wand after studying with the finest wand makers for so long and he had just been part of a special mission where he was able to apprehend more than half a dozen dark wizards. That was also the night Tom had built the courage to ask her on a real date only to have it taken away by her telling him about this famous writer who was eager to kiss her under the moonlight during a romantic dinner. This writer would become her fiancé and would also make her take off the ring, obligating her to wear it in a necklace.

Next time she wore the ring on her finger was only to have Tom show her an almost identical one that was meant for his new girlfriend after he would propose. The boy’s fiancée would make him keep his hair short and would use a funny smelling soap to wash his clothes, making him prone to his friend making fun of him. The ring was returned after Tom’s fiancée met a writer who wanted to run away to Romania and tell stories about dragons. Now, both friends were single and concentrating on thriving on a spiritual and professional level; or at least that’s what they would tell themselves.

“Nothing very important?” she mocked. “Tom, last time I talked to Harry he told me you were doing an amazing job.” she took a sip from her drink. “That’s really saying something coming from the Head of Magical Law Enforcement!”

“You still talk to Harry Potter?” he cringed as he felt a tinge of jealousy in his own words.

“Of course I do!” she responded eagerly “Who do you think made his kids’ wands?”

“Sounds like you’ve become quite the wand maker” Tom stared proudly at his friend.

“And to think I was about to take that job at Gringotts.” she started rubbing her hands trying to keep them warm. “Seeing Harry with his kids really got me thinking.”

“Elaborate please” Tom contained the urge of grabbing her hands on his to help her stop from shivering.

“We’re getting old mate” she let out a mixture of a sigh and a laugh. “All the people we grew up with are having kids, for fuck’s sake we even almost got married!” They both took a moment to notice how crazy it was that time could go by so fast and how easy it was to waste it away. “I kept thinking about all the promises I’ve made to everyone and how I’m complete shit at actually keeping them…” she caught Tom’s attention. “Except for one.”

“Swearing off vegetables?” he joked.

“No, dumbass!” she took a moment as well as a breath. “Us! The only person I’ve been able to keep a promise to, is you.” she smiled.

Tom loved that. It was one of those smiles that could make your whole day better as well as light up a whole room. Think of all the romantic clichés that exist and that’s exactly how Tom felt about her. She looked at him with a certain hint of hesitation; you could almost see the adrenaline sparking in her eyes as if she had just been hit with a wave of electricity. She kept twisting her ring only to take it off.

“Well it’s an easy promise to keep” he pointed out. “What are you doing darling?”

“I’m about to go onto a full on romcom monologue so please just listen, okay?” she took a shaky breath for the second time in the night. “We’ve tried just about everything to be happy and it’s worked temporarily. We’ve been back and forth with people who’ve hurt us as well as made us happy but again, it’s only been temporary. I’m being redundant and I hate it. As you can tell I’m not very good at speaking in general… Anyway, my point is fuck playing it safe. That’s what we’ve been doing for years and I think that’s why it hasn’t been working for us. I don’t want to screw up this friendship and that’s why I had to chug that mug of butter beer before I could start off this poorly planned soliloquy. I’m being derivative again, sorry but… for once in our life let’s do something crazy.” she held his hand and stared into his eyes. “Tom, would you be willing to not give a shit for a second and maybe be with me?” she offered him the ring he had given to her a few years ago. “It’s totally okay if you don’t want to, we can just forget about it…”

“Stop, just stop” she swallowed hard feeling rejection about to hit her “I don’t want to not give a shit and be with you” he looked at her as she let out a small ‘oh’ and she swore she heard her own heart break. “I want to give a shit and tell you how long I’ve been fucking waiting to say the same thing but my sorry ass has been too afraid you won’t like me back to let me.”

“Wait what?” she hadn’t noticed she had lowered her eyes.

“I mean I’m an idiot who’s in love with you and I’m getting the feeling that you like me too” he lowered his head and laughed. “So I want to accept your proposal but I have to change the circumstances a bit because I want to give a shit about you, about us” he couldn’t stop smiling. “Go on then, put the ring on!”

She started laughing and called him a dickhead before putting the ring on his pinky. He grabbed her face and contemplated it with a gigantic grin on his face.

“You’re such a fucking asshole, you scared me!” she put her hands over his. “I thought I had fucked up!”

“For fuck’s sake you’re so beautiful!” he exclaimed. “I’m so glad I don’t have to look for a date to my brother’s wedding anymore.”

“I was going anyway; did you forget I’m a bridesmaid?” he grabbed a lock of her hair delicately.

“Kat is going to be thrilled when she sees the best man and her maid of honor together” she stopped him from rambling by finally kissing the lips of the auror.

And just like that after such a long wait that included years of pining for each other, they finally admitted what their friends had known since the day they first met. They loved each other, to the bone including their flaws and quirks. And now instead of meeting each other in the cold during the first hours of the day, they had a chance to come home to someone who appreciated them for who they really were. No more pretending to like something or changing to please someone else. They finally got to be themselves by giving a shit about each other.

tags: @punkroella @peeterparkr @marvelousxtsh @penisprkr @misformarvel @moonkissedtom

#this spider writes #tom holland #harry potter #hogwarts au

[holbrookwrites]

NAME: Bethany

TIMEZONE: Eastern

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: She/Her

WHO DID YOU APPLY FOR? OR ARE THINKING OF APPLYING FOR?:

Firstly, I have Ezra Beneventi. Like most I have no control and had to apply for two characters. Anyways, he’s a NOLA Native and is a blackjack dealer. He’s like one of those strong silent types but not really. He has a pretty rough history so the dude is pretty guarded in who he lets in his inner circle. But that’s not to say he’s standoffish. He’s kinda straight to the point. Doesn’t like to waste anyone’s time or his own. So, when I say rough history the guy was severely abused by his Father until he was 18 when the neighbors next door heard blood curling screams and Ezra laying face down on the kitchen floor while his Father was beating his lower back with a crow bar (Intense right). His Dad is now in prison for attempted murder. Anyways, nobody really knows the extent of the abuse over the years from his childhood until he was an adult besides one person or maybe two. He doesn’t like to talk about it and from an outsider looking in, you could never tell. Everyone has secrets and Ezra has perfected the craft of keeping that hidden. His own version of a poker face which is why he’s a pretty decent at his job.

Secondly, here’s Antonio Corinthos. He’s toxic. His smile will poison you. His boyish charm dangerous. The glint in his eyes as he challenges you to do something devious is lethal. The oldest out of him and his siblings. Basically, he’s a kiss ass to his Father in hopes to have his Father pass on the family business to him. Not that he wants to take it was from his Pops anytime soon because obviously like any obeying and loyal son, he truly respects what his Father does. Now, he might be respectful in that sense but everything else he’s just trash. The man has a mouth like a sailor though he would never call a woman a bitch for the sake of fear that his sisters would cut his balls off. But really, he has no filter : no matter how derogatory or filthy it is. And he’ll more then likely hit on anyone and everyone if he finds you hot. But his weakness is the hard to get one’s. Antonio sure loves a challenge. He’s also an adrenaline junkie. He learned how to hot wire a car at ten and ever since he’s always been wanting to go faster. The faster the better. Just like his motto with life.

GIVE US THREE HEADCANONS ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER(s). CAN BE ANYTHING!:

For Ezra

His Favorite books as a kid were Harry Potter. He found himself relating to Harry on many levels which ultimately he found comfort him. The fact that he could relate to someone, it got him through the dark times. And even now, if you ever see him eyeing one of the books or watching the movie a small smile will surface. Almost in solace 

Growing up in New Orleans - he didn’t really have much of a childhood. His Father was a boxer and they were hot and cold with the man’s winnings. So, Ezra found himself scamming tourists in their times of desperation. 

Ezra’s Mother died giving birth to him. Every year since he was 12 - he always visits her twice a year to her grave ( her birthday and the day she died) and plants a bouquet of lilies next to it. His own version of the meaning behind that particular flower (Devotion). 

For Antonio

His childhood crush was Selena and when she got murdered he must have cried for days. Hell, even now he has a few playlists of some of her songs on there. It’s like his guilty pleasure. That and let’s be real - the dude has some weird choice in music. But that’s a secret.

It’s no secret that Antonio finds himself into trouble but probably the most embarrassing story was when he was having an affair with a married woman and her husband who was a cop found out and shot him right in the ass. He still has the scar from it. 

After his brother Vincent passed, he didn’t mourn due to wanting to be strong for the rest of his siblings. He might be an asshole most of the time but he’s severely protective of his Family. The man didn’t even shed a tear at his burial as he didn’t want to be found weak by the attendees but it seems like even years later, the man hasn’t gotten over it and even though he grieves now -- the worst feeling is the blame that embodies him. Not known by most, Antonio is rather hard himself and he feels like he didn’t protect Vincent enough and is always looking back at all the ‘what if’s’.

WHAT SORT OF PLOTS ARE YOU HOPING TO DO?:

Ezra: Anything and everything basically. Just a few ideas: regular clients, drinking buddies, friends, enemies, the whole shebang. Definitely the priority though is someone Ezra can connect with friendship wise. One’s he can trust and isn’t afraid to be around. Because let’s face it, he can be kind of skittish sometimes with somethings, though it’s very subtle. I’d like to explore something of that, whether good or bad. 

Antonio: Friends who can keep up with him, someone he can be a bad influence towards (He literally lives for that shit). One of those friendships where they have a love/hate for one another because let’s face it the bickering matches are always so amusing. Past flings since he is a bit of a playboy. I also had one particular plot in mind that would deal with him settling down when he was younger but she kind of screwed him over and now it’s just hate. If this is something of interest just message me and I can give you the whole premise of the said plot.

DID YOUR CHARACTER HAVE ANY RELATION TO ELIZABETH?: Ezra: He knew the Webber family so of course that family he was familiar with. Antonio: Also knew, but unlike Ezra he wasn’t so kind to them. Obviously the whole family rilvarly altered him from being even the slightest bit friendly towards them.

WHO DO YOU THINK KILLED ELIZABETH? DO YOU HAVE ANY THEORIES?: I guess only time will tell. But definitely excited to see it all play out! 

#fqtalk #this got long whoops

[sweetasssuga]

Taegi Fic Recs

personal favorites = ♡

new additions = ϟ

Little Lion Man by mucha [3k] [teen]

Deep down, Yoongi always knew that making rash decisions would one day send him early to his grave.

(Or; Yoongi confesses to Taehyung via text and immediately regrets it)

in all dishonesty by fruitily [3k] [teen] ♡

while taehyung is trying to figure out whether or not min yoongi wants to stab him with a fountain pen, they find out they make an excellent team when it comes to board games.

feelings you provide by sugarlizard [3k] [teen] 

Feeling a little daring, Taehyung slips the ring on his finger. He’s not expecting it to fit, he knows that part of the victorious appeal of this jewelry is it was designed to fit only Yoongi, but instead it slips over the knuckle of his ring finger like a glove.

*

taehyung borrows one of the SUGA diamond rings when he needs a comfort object

help me out by clumsy_taegi [4.6k] [teen] ϟ

Taehyung talks Yoongi into helping him rehearse for a play.

Of Handlebars and Heartbreak by bananamilks [5.5k] [teen] 

Totally unprepared are you, to face a world of men.

[or, the mutual pining fic in which: one of them is in denial, one is oblivious, and both of them are idiots]

caught in a lie by booksinaballroom [5.6k] [teen] 

Ten years, one acting degree, and a frankly embarrassing amount of student debt later, his plans have...changed, a bit. Turns out waiting for callbacks from Colgate toothpaste commercials and roles as extras in dramas isn’t exactly lucrative. Certainly not lucrative enough to pay off his mountainous student debt.

Which is why he has turned to a spinoff of the acting industry. The underground of the acting industry, if you will. A place to hone his skills while raking in plenty of cash. A high-stakes challenge, something that tests and proves his ability to perform under pressure.

In other words, Taehyung is what might be better known as a con artist.

(soulmate au: you can't lie to your soulmate)

A Different Kind of Magic by tryst [5.8k] [teen] ♡ 

Wherein, Taehyung doesn't really need extra Potions help, but could definitely use a hug and Yoongi is pretty indifferent about being a tutor, but is down to hold hands.

my heart flutters from the sugar high by hoars [5.9k] [mature]

Yoongi and Taehyung sneak around together, cheating on their diets. The group? They’ve drawn different conclusions.

Birds in Your Heart by m_aur_a [6k] [not rated] 

Origami cranes with cute, if kitschy, words of advice are popping up on campus. Yoongi is struggling with a lot right now, but they help. So does the pretty boy that leaves them.

Ring the Hogwarts Bell by mucha [6k] [general audiences] 

“No, it’s fine,” Taehyung interrupted him, circling his fingers around Jimin’s wrist and squeezing reassuringly. “It’s just a few days, I’ll be okay.”

It was the furthest thing from truth, though. Christmas was always his favorite holiday and in his mind, it was irreversibly connected to home and family and watching silly Christmas movies with a mug of hot chocolate in his hand and his puppy, Yeontan, in his lap. He was hoping that maybe at least one of his friends would be staying in school too, but that hope quickly vanished when he checked the list in the common room and saw no familiar names. Well, he saw one familiar name but it belonged to someone Taehyung had never spoken to, so it didn’t matter anyway.

As if he could read Taehyung’s mind, Jimin spoke up again:

“I noticed that Yoongi is staying at Hogwarts too.”

(Taehyung spends his Christmas at Hogwarts and makes a new friend)

human by awsuga [7.7k] [mature]

Taehyung almost kills the most beautiful mortal he has ever seen.

yesterday’s tomorrow by locks [8k] [mature] ♡

Yoongi just wants to get through the night with his pride intact.

Enter Kim Taehyung.

Or, the one where they used to date and meet again at their ten year high school reunion.

but not for me by raviolijouster [8k] [teen] ♡ 

Taehyung’s straightforward, he thinks. A 2 + 2 = 4 kind of guy. He’s just not always sure that his 2’s are other people’s 2’s. Sometimes it seems like they might be 3’s. Or 7’s. But Yoongi’s 2’s are the same 2’s, they’re just in italics, size 8 font, while Taehyung’s are in bold and size 72.

or,

People think Yoongi and Taehyung are dating. Taehyung wishes they were.

ring ding dong by chlexcer [8k] [explicit]

the one where taehyung loses his precious gucci ring the very first time he meets yoongi, but he doesn't lose it just anywhere, oh no— he loses it inside of yoongi.

By Tomorrow by Oh_Hey_Tae [10.6k] [teen]

“Why are you freaking out now?” Seokjin asks, and the seconds tick by and suddenly the atmosphere shifts. “Ahh, I get it.”

Yoongi perks up, swivels, spots Taehyung stepping from the hall into the room and he’s in fitted slacks and the baby blue button-up from earlier and he looks divine.

Yoongi’s heart just stopped and he’s not sure how to get it beating again. Namjoon’s a doctor. A doctor in training, but some form of medical professional regardless. Namjoon knows CPR and cardiac arrest symptoms and all that shit. He’ll know Yoongi’s dying.

“Perfect timing. Let’s eat.”

Or he’s going to wink at Yoongi and send suggestive eyebrow raises the whole night. Great. Fabulous.

(Or: Yoongi loves Taehyung and Taehyung loves Yoongi and somewhere along the way they figure that out.)

neons and watercolors by aimandignite [12.6k] [explicit] 

“Do you stare at the sky in the middle of roads at night often?” he asks.

Yoongi shrugs. “Do you join random people staring at the sky in the middle of roads at night often?” He glances at the guy and his heart slams in his chest at the wide smile he sees.

“I’m Taehyung. Everyone calls me Tae though.”

Yoongi nods slowly, “Yoongi.”

Tae seems to repeat the name to himself, carefully remembering how it feels in his mouth. Yoongi can’t look away. “Yoongi? Do you want to get out of the middle of the road and get hot cocoa?”

812 (rock my world) by aileron [13k] [explicit] ϟ

Jimin sniffs in a way that lets Taehyung know he’s an ungrateful brat. “Look, some people would pay good money to get a free pass that allows them right in front of the stage and hence right under the nose of Min Yoongi.”

“Min who?”

Jimin waves his hand dismissively. “The rock star you couldn’t care less about but whose face you have to stare at through your camera lens tonight.”

Taehyung slings his camera bag on his shoulder and shoves the press pass into his back pocket. “Sure, whatever. Just point me in his direction when we get there.”

- or: the fic where Taehyung thinks Yoongi is an arrogant piece of shit (albeit a hot one), but as Jimin puts it, “Which memory is going to be more awesome to look back to when you’re eighty: the time when you went and fucked a rock star or the time when you didn’t and went home instead?”

Chasing the Sun by almostsophie1 [17.6k] [mature] ϟ

Yoongi calls it a phenomena.

Whatever it is, it brings Taehyung to Yoongi again and again, twining their lives together. If it's a kind of magic, it's not one that Yoongi understands. But it pulls Taehyung to him and him to Taehyung, and somehow that's all that matters.

Out to Lunch by roebling [19k] [teen]

Desperate times call for desperate measures, and Taehyung is not above taking a soul-killing office job solely for the benefits. The drab cubicle he now calls home is bad enough, but his new boss Yoongi is possibly a robot and definitely an asshole. Vision and dental coverage are enticing, but Taehyung’s not sure how long he can stick this out.

Siren of the Interstate by fringecity (indiachick) [23k] [mature] ϟ ♡ 

Yoongi is a traveling salesman circling the same set of weird towns and highways. Taehyung is a gas-station clerk in the middle of nowhere.

"Won’t space be lonely?” Yoongi asks. Taehyung shrugs—Yoongi can feel him move beside him, just a finger-breadth away. “It’s lonely down here too.”

Heart of the Matter by fringecity (indiachick) [33k] [teen] ♡ 

Disaster witch Kim Taehyung meets perfect senior Min Yoongi in the poison greenhouses of witch school. Years later, Taehyung owns a clinic that fixes hearts, Yoongi has a celebrated apothecary, and they (don't) get along.

Harry Potter-ish, but not in that universe.

A Breeze Blows, and My Heart Swells by roebling [36.6k] [teen] ϟ

Former Idol Min Yoongi is struggling to write his next album. He knows he'll never live up to the success of his first solo outing, and the pressure is getting to him. After a series of minor scandals, his manager and best friend Jimin ships him off to Harmony Retreat, an ecotourism resort deep in the Daegu countryside. With electronics strictly forbidden and no company but a rooster, a dog, and his eccentric host Kim Taehyung, Yoongi's not sure how he's going to get through this -- let alone write a hit song.

a spoonful of suga by ellievolia [38.6k] [explicit] ϟ ♡ 

“Good evening, ladies and gents. You’re listening to First, the premium digital station, and this is Spoonful of Suga, hosted by your very own Suga. Relax, let the music do its job. We’ll be taking requests later, but first, please enjoy the next uninterrupted half hour of music.”

Min Yoongi, a late night radio show host, has a regular caller. He also has busybody best friends, too much music on his playlists, dreams that feel too big for his heart, and a genius dog.

Kim Taehyung works nights as a mortuary cosmetologist, likes to listen to the radio, and he also has a genius dog.

Say My Name (And I'll Lie in the Sound) by fadetomorrow [51k] [explicit] ♡ 

Taehyung wakes up 500 years in the past and catches feelings for a Joseon prince.

The Romance of Old Clothes by fringecity (indiachick) [59.6k] [explicit] ♡ 

Min Yoongi is an art director with zero tolerance for bullshit, looking for ultimate perfection in everything he creates. Kim Taehyung is the co-owner of a vintage fashion boutique who talks to clothes and learns magic from Tumblr.

It’s a match made in the depths of hell.

[“Taehyung-ah,” Seokjin says, wily and soft, “You’re not scared of meeting Yoongi, are you?” Taehyung knows this is bait. Seokjin knows this is bait. Even Yeontan, running circles around Taehyung now, knows this is bait. His angry brows are very expressive, and right now they’re saying 'don’t take the bait, don’t be a stupid fish.' Taehyung's a stupid fish.]

#taegi fic recs #taegi recs #taegi fic #taegi fics #bts fic recs #btsficrecs #bts recs #taegi #taegi au #kim taehyung #min yoongi

[femnet]

I’ve always been pretty much a wallflower, the kind of person who either had a lot of things to say but was physically unable to unless spoken to first, or wasn’t interested enough in a conversation to try and contribute. I’m the kind of person who finds it hard to make small talk, who has always been too self-conscious to make her interests known. The kind of person who always feels like a bit of an outsider amongst her peers, who shares common experiences with her oldest friends but feels like I wouldn’t choose them if I met them today.

For me, online communities have been the place where I could let myself be. I could be honest about what I liked and disliked and find individuals with similar interests. If someone didn’t like me and decided to stay clear of me, so what? Unlike the “real world”, online communities saved me from the awkwardness that opening up and making yourself known entails.

I’ve dabbled in chat rooms since I was 13 and had to go to cyber cafes to use the internet, but it wasn’t until I was around 18 and joined a Harry Potter forum---my first experience with fandoms---that I started making real friendships.

Making friends online has at least two major downsides: a) not knowing that the person you’re talking to is, in fact, who they say they are (at least at first), and b) wishing you lived closer to your international friends.

I’m 27 and so far I’ve met with internet friends a total of three times. Two of them happened in my own country, when I was in my early twenties, with people I’d met in LiveJournal. The first time, I was going on a college trip to Buenos Aires, where two of those friends are from, so we arranged for me to ditch it and spend the day with them instead. The second time, two international friends were making a stop in Buenos Aires to see the three of us, so there I went again. I was actually more nervous that time, because I was making an eight-hour bus trip all on my own, I had to get down on a stop in a city I wasn’t familiar with and wait for my friends to pick me up, and then I had to make my way back home, not to mention pay quite a lot in bus tickets (which I didn’t have to for my first trip) for only one day in Buenos Aires. But it felt like one of those opportunities I couldn’t just let pass, you know? I knew that if my friends got to meet and hang out with each other while I stayed at home, only 282 miles away, I would regret it. I wouldn’t be able to see them talking about how much fun they had and how great it was to meet in person without beating myself up for not going.

This year, I travelled over six thousand miles to meet new online friends.

I met these people on Tumblr, also through a shared fandom; the longest I’d known one of them for was a year and five months. At one point during 2017, fandom drama brought us closer, and since then we chatted almost every day. There was always that longing “Oh, if only we lived closer and could go see that movie or have a drink after work!” But there was also an intention from one of them to go on a trip to the US, precisely to the state where two of our mutual friends lived. It was obvious they were going to try and meet, and there I was, a wanderlusty Argentinian, half-joking that I just had to make it to the reunion as well. It was the same dilemma again, the knowledge that it would hurt too much to see these friends hanging out together in what may as well be a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I’ve wanted to travel since I was a teen, and I’d been saving with that intention for ages. Would I really do it, though? I mean, it was insane to even entertain that thought! People travel thousands of miles on their own to meet internet “strangers” only as an act of romantic love, not friendship.

It was this uncertainty, along with real life circumstances, that made this trip finally become a concrete plan in the span of less than three months. Three months that were not only stressful due to all that travelling abroad entails (I didn’t even have a passport!), but because… how do you tell your family, friends and assorted acquaintances that yes, you’re travelling to the US on your own, and yes, you’re staying with people you met online, but no, you don’t think they could be murderers and you also can’t disclose exactly how you met them or why you trust them so much? Let me tell you, I got through that with a lot of mumbling, shrugging and vague-answering. I really did not feel comfortable saying, “Why, we became friends because we all obsess over this fictional couple, write and read fanfiction about them and even discuss their favourite sexual positions sometimes!” Especially to my grandparents.

I never, not for one second, considered the possibility that any of my friends could be kidnappers or murderers. There were other concerns—tons of them! —but none were about that.

This wasn’t a decision I would have taken for just any group of friends, either. Like with my second trip to Buenos Aires, it was the circumstances of this meeting that made me take the plunge. If I remained friends with these people, I could, presumably, go visit them at any other time in the future… individually. But all of them together? Life is too uncertain to presume I’d have another chance like that.

All three of my “fandom hangouts” went better than I could have hoped for. The first two—barring the possible murdering and kidnapping—could have been awkward: we could all have been too shy to make it work, or one of us could have turned out to be an asshole, but it would have been only a couple hours of disappointment to get through, or I could even have caught the bus back home sooner. I had a lot more riding on my trip to the US! I was very fortunate to find that the people I was meeting up with were as delightful in person as they were through a screen. I felt comfortable with them like I rarely do. I don’t regret my decision, the stress or the money spent.

There are a couple of things I’d like you to take away from my experience. First, to be smart when making friends online. You probably have had it said to you at some point in your life not to disclose personal information with internet strangers. Because I’ve always primarily interacted with people in US-based sites, not in my first language, knowing the percentage of Argentinians I could run into was too small to worry about, I’ve never been ultra paranoid about the information I shared. But we all need to be careful about what type of information we disclose, to whom, at what point in the relationship, and aware of whether this is reciprocal or not.

If you become close friends with someone, though, exchanges of personal information happen naturally over time. I’m talking about real first names, a picture of them, a picture of their pets, what they do for a living, even a phone number and location. If you only intend to keep this relationship virtual, you don’t “need” this—although if the other person appears to be private about their life, you should be careful as well. This changes if you intend to meet them in person. Do not meet up with someone you have no verifiable information about. This is extremely important. To help me with the visa process, the friend I was going to be staying with and her husband provided both a letter with detailed personal information, which my mom also had access to. Sure, it could have all been fake… in different circumstances. Remember, I had been chatting with this friend for over a year. All the information she was providing now was consistent with stuff she talked to me about, and the same was true of my other friends. On top of that, if I’d had the slightest doubt, I could have done some digging to verify that information.

My decision to travel alone to a country I’d never been to was a leap of faith, but one that was based on a long, intense exchange of messages with these friends. If you have any doubts but you want to meet online friends in person anyway, have a back-up plan. Always let your family or friends know what you’ll be doing, who you’ll be meeting, where you’ll be staying. Ask your friends for personal information before agreeing to meet them. If they refuse, they probably have something to hide—and all of this applies even if you’re not travelling out of your city!

Finally, if all of the above checks out, if you love your online friends as much or more as your real life friends and you have the opportunity to meet them in person---take it. It could be your next great adventure.

#online friends #friendship #traveling #by dessi #real life #september 2018

[ladylilithprime]

do all the even numbersssssss

~evil stare~

2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one?

Ugh.... Animorphs, Marvel, Sailor Moon, Tomorrow People, Firefly, Gundam Wing, Princess Tutu, DC Comics universe, Smallville, Danny Phantom, YURI!!! On Ice, Supernatural, Star Trek, Star Wars, Harry Potter, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Daria, How To Train Your Dragon, Rise of the Guardians, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Power Rangers, Fullmetal Alchemist, Miraculous Ladybug, Phineas and Ferb, Gravitation, Yami no Matsuei, Weiss Kreuz, My Little Pony, FAKE, ElfQuest, Good Omens, Chronicles of Narnia, Lord of the Rings, Transformers, Stargate SG1, Pirates of the Caribbean, Highlander, The Sentinel, Boondock Saints, MacGyver, and a whole wild world of crossovers..... Yeesh. Anyway, I don’t have a particular favorite, though I will go through periods of working exclusively in one fandom or another before switching.

4) What is your favourite genre to write for?

Fanfic genre? Probably Alternate Timeline/For Want Of A Nail fics, where a single change in the timeline causes events to play out differently. I also have a weakness for time-travel fics. ^_^

6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

I thought we agreed never to speak of it again?

8) Where do you take your inspiration from?

Everywhere. Literally everywhere. Frequently from just sitting around letting my brain wander.

10) In your fic A Wish Your Heart Makes, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternative ending in mind?

I’ll be completely honest: the moment I got the prompt, I knew how the story was going to end. If anything, I made it less angsty than originally intended.

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?

Depends on the fandom. In Marvel, regardless of the universe, I love writing for Tony and his flashy misdirection and nicknames hiding a wealth of genius and depth and background that the surface never shows. I have similar reasons for enjoying writing Sam Winchester in Supernatural. However, in Fullmetal Alchemist I love writing for Jean Havoc, a theoretical background character who is still deeply important to the narrative and has all sorts of depths to explore despite his canon dissembling about how “I ain’t the brightest, but I get by”. Basically, I guess I just love characters that have way more going on in their heads than gets shown on screen.

14) How did you come up with the title for Twist The Sinews Of Thy Heart? - You can ask about multiple stories.

It’s actually a line from the poem “Tyger Tyger Burning Bright”. Appropriate choice for a fic that features a “crazy” angel rescuing technically extinct tiger cubs. eh?

16) How did you come up with the idea for Twist The Sinews Of Thy Heart?

My dear enabler @rodiniaorzetalthepenquin asked for “fluffy Sastiel with tiger” for her birthday, and by Chuck I delivered! XD

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

Technically, yes, but I don’t exactly consider them abandoned. I have WIPs whose bunnies decided to fuck off to Monaco and chill with porn stars go on an extended vacation, and so they got put on the back-burner while I pursued other avenues in other fandoms, but I don’t think I’m capable of abandoning a WIP. I either finish it or straight-up kill it.

20) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?

There are a couple of fics that I wish I could have drawn out the resolution longer, but my momentum failed me.

22) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?

Yep! Next?

24) How do you feel about writing smutty scenes?

Eh... I can do it when I need to, but it’s not my preferred thing to write.

26) Which part of your Amethystium fic was the hardest to write?

Definitely part five. I had to write it with just enough ambiguity to keep it from being too obvious exactly what I’d done so I wouldn’t get murdered by my readers.

28) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction?

The internet is full of people who all have different motivations for going online to read fan-created content. Some people are going to be friendly, some are going to be weirdly elitist about fandom, and some of those people are going to be assholes who want to tear you down just because they think they can and believe the internet anonymity will protect them from consequences. Don’t let them drive you out of what you love before you’re ready to move on to something new.

30) In contrast to 29 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?

Not really? Maybe some of my really old Animorphs fics that I wrote when I was twelve upon which I look back and feel like I could have done so much better?

32) Are any of your characters based on real people?

Sure, sometimes. Mostly the blink-and-you-miss-them NPCs. Occasionally some of the bigger OCs are based off of real people, but I try not to tell people that, or of whom the character is a representation. ^_~

34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?

Probably the person who kept harping over my “obvious” lack of understanding of genetics, when I’d actually done the research prior to writing the fic and had sources to back up my in-story numbers. The person kept after me until I just deleted the entire fic “pending rewrite” to get rid of the whole damn argument chain, and I’ve just never gotten around to reposting it. Not even sure I still have the original fic file, actually.... Anyway, that was both the harshest and most stupid criticism ever, and for twenty-two years of fic-writing, that’s pretty decent, I think. (I don’t count flames, because those are just haters being mean.

36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s?

...Sam has wings. ^_~

38) If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name it.

Of the people with whom I would like to collaborate and with whom I have not already collaborated, probably @jupiterjames and @theriverscribe

40) Do people know you write fanfiction?

Some of them, if I trust them a whole hell of a lot or we’re mutually blackmailing each other because they write fanfic too. (Looking at you, @jupiterjames )

42) Song fic - What made you decide to use the song “Bailamos” for Harry Potter.

Honestly? The crackfic potential and the chance to write male/male dance choreography. ^^U

44) What is the last line you wrote?

Rarely was Castiel disappointed in the offerings, and even those disappointments were because he didn't care for the flavors, not because of any fault in the quality of the pastries or drinks offered.

46) I really loved your “Phoenix Ascending” fic. If you were ever to do a sequel, what do you think might happen in it?

Well, Michael would take over and stabilize Heaven, Gabriel would get rescued from Assmodickus without Ketch’s help, Lucifer would die sooner, and Jack and Mary would be rescued fairly close to canon with a few obvious differences. Probably. Maybe. If I was writing a sequel. ~shifty look~

48) What’s your favourite trope to write?

Irritatingly, I love writing Slow Burn. I also hate it. Because it’s slow. And long.

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

Fluff. Angst hurts to write, frankly, and as for smut.... Meh. I'm really not that good at writing it solo; it's a lot easier to do cooperatively when I have someone else's character reactions to react to, but even then the actual deed is not so important for me as the depths of emotions behind it, so... Fluff.

#fic writer questionaire #i have too many fandoms i write more #sweet feckin' jesus this took a while to fill out #dreamhunter-trash #Whispers on the Wind

[burgundydahlia]

Tangled - A Romione Fanfic

Okay, I’ve officially lost my mind. It’s Sunday evening, I am supposed to be up and getting ready for work in about 5 1/2 hours, but because I’m a maniac, I’ve been awake working out some final kinks for the first chapter of a Romione story I’ve been revamping for months.

A little backstory...

When I was a teenager, long before the final HP book was released, I started writing fanfiction on Checkmated.com, mugglenet.com, and FF.net (I’m not kidding when I tell you guys I’m an old school Romione shipper). This story, Tangled, was my first foray into fanfiction writing and Romione as well and while the original story had a great plot, seeing as I was a kid, the writing was so-so at best. However, I was thrilled by it and got generally positive reviews. 

However, like is the case for many a writer, I got pulled in a million directions and the story ended up collecting dust on my laptop for years.

Fast forward to a few months ago...

I love Romione just as much, if not more, than I did when I was a kid. And while I don’t pretend to be an amazing writer, I still love to write and I would say, ostensibly, I’m better at it. So, one day, I decided to crack open my old story. I read through everything i had written - all the glorious, awkward angsty and romantic goodness that I had written when I was fifteen - and stayed up until 3 AM doing so. And suddenly, it hit me; I need to finish this story.

The people who read this story years ago probably have abandoned it, but my desire to finish isn’t for them anymore. It is... *cue the insanely cheesy music* for me. Romione, Harry Potter, writing in general, and this fandom are still so wildly important to me and I want to finish what I started.

Anyway, this incredibly long winded intro aside, I’ve reworked about half my story so far and while it’s not perfect, I’m really, really excited about it. So, I’ve decided to stop waiting, ignore the voice in the back of my head constantly telling me my writing is shit, and embrace the fear like a true Gryffindor.

I have the first completely revamped chapter up at FF.net  (AO3 to come shortly, once the website stops being an asshole and lets me post my story without timing out). I plan on posting snip its of each chapter here on Tumblr as I get around to posting it online, but I may end up posting everything in full here as I go along - we’ll see, I guess.

Anyway, I hope you guys will check it out, that you’ll love it as much as I do (seriously, you guys, this story is my baby), and that you’ll reblog, comment, and spread the word.

And without further ado, I present... Tangled 

“O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive!”

Chapter 1 Mission Briefing

A man sat outside, his knees tucked up against his chest as his arms hugged them loosely. A soft breeze ruffled his hair as he sat under a tree looking out into the distance at the sunset and the warm, orange glow that sat resting on the tops of the hills. He squinted as he gazed out on the horizon and realized that if he looked hard enough, he could just see the beginnings of the stars peeking out from the sky.

He took a deep breath in and closed his eyes. His stomach twisted and churned inside him and he tried to focus on something positive; anything to get his mind off of what he was about to do. But no matter how hard he tried, all he could think of was her. It was as though every happy thought and every single memory, good or bad, was linked to her.

The sound of a door slamming shut behind him caused his eyes to snap open. He didn't look back, but he didn't need to; he already knew who was coming. He could smell her perfume, sweet and soft, as it floated over and lingered under his nose, teasing him. The soft crunching sound her shoes made on the dry grass came closer and closer and he felt himself tense.

Please let this be the right thing to do…

She sat down next to him under the iridescent sky and looked out towards the hills to watch the sunset, mirroring him. They were quiet, both comfortable in the silence and just being there together and with a swift pang, he realized that this was something he had always taken for granted; the fact that they were so comfortable together there wasn't always the need for conversation. He tried to soak in as much of the moment as he could, acutely aware of the fact that this probably would be his last with her for a long time.

With another deep breath in, he finally turned to look at her. She was still watching the sunset and he watched as the golden light from the sun bounced playfully off her hair and face, illuminating her perfectly in its fiery glow. A small smile played across her lips as she felt his eyes on her, but she didn't look over.

Merlin, she's beautiful.

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

"What?" he said as he shook his head distractedly.

"The sunset. This year. Everything. It's simply...amazing."

"Oh. Right." He looked back out into the distance again, his mind a swirl of emotions.

"Are you all right?" she asked gently as she turned to look at him, her face etched with worry.

"Couldn't be better.”

She seemed unconvinced and frowned slightly as she watched him, but didn’t say anything more. Eventually she turned to look at the horizon again, watching as the sun burned brilliantly in the distance. Together, they watched as it slowly descended behind the hills, turning the tiny puffs of clouds pink, as though they were blushing in the sky. Everything was so beautiful and warm, but as he sat there working up the courage for what was to come, he found himself sickened at the sight. All he felt was empty and cold.

"We need to talk."

She looked at him, bemused, as an uncertain smile picked at the corner of her mouth. "Is this why you asked me to meet you outside?"

"It's about us."

Her smile flickered, but she seemed unfazed. "Okay. What about us?"

He stared ahead, determined to keep going and unable to look into her eyes.

"I can't do this anymore."

Her smile faded, and her brow creased in confusion. "What do you mean? You can't do what?"

His mouth was dry and he licked his lips nervously. She reached over and gently touched his forearm, and he felt himself stiffen immediately.

"You can tell me anything,” she said. “You know that."

He breathed in again, slowly.

"I…I don’t want to be with you anymore."

The silence that followed was deafening. He had thought – hoped even – that she would start yelling at him or maybe laugh. Instead she just sat there, her hand still on his arm. Unmoving.

"Look, things were fun while they lasted, but you can't actually think this thing we have is serious, can you?"

He felt her hand tense up, and knew he had hurt her. Ignoring the sick feeling inside his chest, he pressed on.

"The horcruxes are gone and Vol-“ he swallowed, “Voldemort is dead, and I – I need to move on. A fresh start you could call it. I can't deal with any old baggage." He tried to laugh, but it was all wrong; it came out short and sharp like a bark. She pulled her hand away quickly as though she had been burned.

“Baggage...” Her voice was quiet and slow, and she said the word as a statement rather than a question. Suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to hold her and tell her everything would be all right, but he refused to look over at her and forced himself to continue.

"We had fun while it lasted, but I'm young. I have my whole life ahead of me. I’ve got Auror training and the joke shop. Besides, you’re going back to school for a year…” he hesitated, before adding venomously, “I mean, it's not like we were going to get married or anything."

Yes, you could. You wanted to.

"I want to experience new things and new people – not be tied down to just one person."

Liar. You want to be with her and only her.

"But…I thought…" she stuttered feebly as she struggled to comprehend what was happening. He gave her a quick sidelong glance and with another pang of regret, he noticed the pain on her face.

"What? You mean because we’ve…” he trailed off before giving another short, humorless laugh. “Just like a typical girl, really. You're all about the romance and the 'happily ever after' aren't you?” He shook his head condescendingly. “Honestly, you're supposed to be smart. How could you not have known?"

She was quiet for a moment, and then said in voice barely above a whisper, "You told me you love me."

His expression hardened. "I lied."

You pathetic, lying idiot! You do love her! Don't you see what you're doing to her? To yourself?

"I don't believe you," came her voice, stronger – almost defiant.

He opened his mouth to respond, but his voice died in his throat as he felt her soft, trusting hands on his face, forcing him to turn his head. He stared at the ground between them, fearing what would happen if he looked at her.

"If you mean what you say, then say it to my face. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me. That all this time together and everything we’ve been through and shared meant nothing to you." Her voice was steady and controlled. She seemed neither scared nor angry, but resolute.

Slowly, he brought his eyes up to her face. Her expression was determined, but behind her brave façade, her eyes were soft and he could she was on the verge of tears. All it would take was a few words from him to break down that wall and shatter her heart.

"Well?"

He took a deep breath, pulled her hands off his face, and stared directly into her eyes.

"I don't love you."

* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

Ron woke with a gasp.

His heart was hammering in his chest and he could feel tiny beads of sweat across the top of his forehead. He blinked rapidly, trying to focus his eyes on the blurred, dark room around him and with a shaky breath in, he pushed himself up until he was sitting upright. Grabbing blindly at the nightstand, Ron turned the small, dinged up alarm clock towards him so he could read the time. 4:48 A.M.

Running a hand through his hair, Ron closed his eyes and rested his head against the backboard. He took long, steady breaths in through his nose and blew out through his mouth, focusing on the feeling of the cold wood against his bare skin of his neck. His heartbeat was still racing and he could feel adrenaline coursing through him, making him antsy as he sat there, trying to will himself to calm down.

This was hardly the first time he had relived that particular moment; in fact, it had been a nightly occurrence for weeks right after it happened. And over time, it had become scattered in its appearances, much to his relief. But even still, three years later, the memories of that night still popped up from time to time, haunting his dreams and leaving him shaken the next day.

He took a few more long, steady breaths in through his nose and out his mouth and waited for his heartbeat to slow as he ran an unsteady hand through his hair. Knowing that any hope for sleep was futile, he pushed off his comforter with a grimace and got out of bed, shuffling towards the bathroom to take a shower. He let the cold water wake him up, hoping to wash away the remnants of the night before, then got out and brushed his teeth and his hair before changing into his dark gray Auror robes.

His small, dingy flat had begun to fill with sunlight, casting long shadows across the room as he walked out to the small kitchen space and rummaged around his mostly bare cupboards so he could make some coffee. As he filled a garishly orange Chudley Cannons mug with the steaming, black liquid, a small owl tapped at the window, a letter tied to its leg. Mug still in hand, he let the bird in, and after untying the letter and giving the owl a treat before it took off again, he unrolled the parchment and read its short contents.

            Come into the Ministry at 7:00 AM sharp this morning so you may be briefed on your new mission. You will be starting immediately so be prepared to leave shortly after. All details will be given once you arrive.

K. Shacklebolt

He glanced at his watch. 6:30 already.

Oh, how time flies...

With little time to waste, he made up some toast and quickly swallowed as much of his coffee as he could, burning the roof of his mouth in the process. Then, grabbing his wand and making sure his flat was locked, he turned on the spot and Apparated into the main building of the Ministry.

As he walked through the Atrium of the Ministry, witches and wizards hurrying about as they began their work days as well, it occurred to him just how truly strange it was that, even though he had been training as an Auror for just over three years, he had spent almost no time actually inside the building. However, now that his training was complete, he had all but expected to be assigned a boring desk job, especially seeing as he was still relatively new to the department. However, being given an actual mission for his first real assignment wasn't anything to complain about, and he knew it. Most new Aurors weren’t entrusted with this sort of responsibility so soon out of training.

With a slight skip in his step, he stepped into one of the lifts, tapping his foot rapidly as he waited for the cool sounding woman's voice to call out, "Level two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Headquarters, and Wizengamot Administration Services."

Walking past the many offices that ran down the long corridor, he glanced briefly out the window; with a small smirk, he could see that it had been charmed to be hailing, a sign that the Magical Maintenance crew was still trying to work out proper pay raises.

As he approached the heavy oak door to Kingsley's office, he felt a hand clamp onto his shoulder.

"Ronald Weasley."

Ron turned, a smile tugging at his mouth as he looked into the face of his best friend, Harry Potter. "What are you doing here so early in the morning?"

"I was just about to ask you the same thing," Harry smiled warmly, taking his hand off of Ron's shoulder.

"Kingsley owled this morning saying I needed to be here at 7:00 so I could be briefed on a new mission. You?"

"Same. I wonder if this means we’re going to be working together? But, then again, Sean and Tony are here too, and so is Gemma –”

"Gemma's here? Now?" Ron groaned as he scanned the corridor rapidly.

Harry chuckled. "Now, now Ron. You weren't acting like this just two weeks ago. In fact, if I remember correctly, you seemed to want nothing more than to have her around."

"Shut up, Harry,” Ron said, before adding in a low voice, “I still can’t believe how drunk I got. If I ever do that again, and with a ministry official…" Ron shook his head miserably.

Harry patted Ron’s shoulder bracingly. "You had a rough night – it happens. I think the worst thing you have to worry about is some potential weirdness around the office.” Harry paused. “How are you feeling now?”

"As well as to be expected I s'pose,” Ron shrugged, wanting to change the subject as quickly as possible. He looked down at his watch. "Damn. It's 7:05. So much for 7:00 AM sharp."

"We'd better move it before Kingsley kicks us off the mission before we even start."

Both men quickly walked to the end of the corridor and opened the door to Kingsley Shacklebolt's office. Inside sat Sean McLean, a tall, sandy haired, thirty-something Irish man, Antonio "Tony" Mariano, a robust man in his early forties with thick eyebrows and a hearty laugh, and Kingsley Shacklebolt himself sitting behind a large desk. He hadn't changed much from the first time that Ron and Harry had first met him when they were fifteen; he was still the formidable wizard they had known for six years, but now, as the Minister of Magic, there were definitely more wrinkles on his once young face and also quite a few more scars.

"You're late," he said in his low, rumbling voice as they walked in.

"Sorry—" Harry began but stopped abruptly as Kingsley raised his hand to silence him.

"Now that everyone is here, I think it would be a good idea to get started." Kingsley stood up and turned to a file cabinet by his desk, pulling out two large files, and handed one each to Tony and Sean. "Inside of those folders are the orders for each of your assignments," Kingsley stated as he sat back down again, looking at the four men in front of him. "You four will not all be working together directly, but try not to look so discouraged, Weasley," he said, looking to Harry and Ron. "I know better than to split up the 'dream team' completely." He smiled briefly, and continued. "These assignments are linked together, so it seemed only appropriate that I ask for all of you to be here while we go over the details. McLean, if you would take a look at your folder."

Sean opened it and inside found a large stack of parchment, a map, and a dozen or so pictures of different men and women staring menacingly up at him. "As you can see, you have 15 or so profiles on different witches and wizards that we are after either for arrest or questioning.

"Now, as you all probably know, the Ministry has been investigating a secret organization that calls themselves the International Wizarding Partnership, or I.W.P. for short, for several months. Don’t be fooled by their name, however; they are a group of dangerous and ruthless witches and wizards who have been behind the break-in's of some of Europe’s most prominent Wizarding companies."

"Any idea who the ringleader is?" Sean asked while flipping through the pile of scowling pictures. Harry and Ron, who stood behind the two men, leaned closer to get a better look at the contents of the folder.

"Unfortunately, no. However, we have been tracking the group’s progress and they’re picking up steam. While we still believe they are a small contingent, they’re growing bolder. Just this last month, we linked them to the disappearance of the shopkeeper of Baubles and Bangles in London.”

“Baubles and Bangles? The jewelry store? What would they want with a jeweler?” Sean asked.

“We’re not sure yet, but we have a few leads.” Kingsley pointed to the papers Sean was holding. “That folder you have details the disappearance and the investigation we’ve done thus far. It doesn’t seem as though the I.W.P. were interested in the actual goods in the store, but there’s still too much that doesn’t add up. You will be working with the Auror taskforce that has been investigating the break in. You will also find the map included is marked to show the patterns developing across London in the last six months.”

Kingsley looked at Harry. “Potter, you will be working with and reporting directly to McLean on this investigation. He will be helping head up the search for these men and women. This is a big investigation and we will need most of our Auror manpower here at the Ministry, but I know you can handle this.”

"So, what do you need from us?" Tony asked, referring to Ron and himself. Ron perked up; the thought of being given a job like looking for a group of power-hungry criminals and bringing them down in a heroic fashion was an exciting one.

"As I said before, your mission is closely related to the one I have assigned for Sean and Harry. However, you will be focused more on protection and preventative measures.” Kingsley stood up and went over to his window where the hail had progressed into something more like a blizzard. "As you can imagine, with the rash of crimes against businesses in the London area, and now the possibility of kidnappings, we are taking any and all threats made to those in the community very seriously.” He turned back towards the group and pointed to the folder Tony was holding. “If you take a look at your paperwork, you will find information about Christopher Rhiney."

"Hang on – THE Christopher Rhiney?" Ron blurted. “The business tycoon?” He stared down at the picture that Tony had just pulled out of the folder. The man in the photo was young, probably somewhere in his mid-twenties by the look of it, and very handsome. He had light, wavy brown hair and big, brown eyes that seemed to twinkle even in the picture, with a strong jaw and clean-shaven face, and a smile that would have put Lockhart to shame.

Kingsley raised an eyebrow. "You’ve heard of him?"

"Who hasn't?” Ron spluttered. “He practically owns half of wizard London, and has the largest import/export company in Europe. Plus, he was named Witch Weekly's Richest Man in the U.K. and just beat out Harry for the spot of most Eligible Bachelor."

A somewhat stunned silence met this outburst and Ron felt himself go red. "Sorry – my mum – she always has that bloody magazine lying around the Burrow. She's obsessed with the man..."

Kingsley chuckled softly and turned back towards the group, "Well, then it’s a good thing I chose you for this assignment, Weasley. What with your insight on him already, there shouldn't be much to tell you."

"But Minister, with all due respect, I still don't see what he has to do with any of this. Are we investigating Mr. Rhiney?" Tony asked.

"No, not quite. As you already know, Christopher Rhiney is one of the wealthiest businessmen in all of Europe. And, unsurprisingly, he has become a top target for the I.W.P. Inside your folder are copies of the letters the I.W.P. have been sending to Mr. Rhiney over the past two months. As you can see, the threats are getting increasingly worse."

Tony pulled out multiple pieces of parchment and studied the different letters before handing them to Ron who read over them carefully.

"Because of this escalating threat, and the continued and steady escalations being seen in the greater Wizarding community, it has become clear that Mr. Rhiney and his staff are in need of additional protection.” Kingsley sat back down at his desk, leaning back as he placed his folded hands on his lap. “If this had been something unrelated to the I.W.P. file, we wouldn't be as directly involved. However, as soon as I learned of the circumstances of this particular case, I saw this could lead us to the break in the I.W.P. case we’ve been searching for. If we can follow Mr. Rhiney and be there when the I.W.P. tries to strike, we may be able to stop them before they can do any more damage."

"So, you want us to tail him?" Ron asked, hopefully.

"We believe the threat to Mr. Rhiney and those closest to him has become too great. Because of this, we need to run round-the-clock surveillance. And I would like for you two," Kingsley nodded to Tony and Ron, “to head this up. The plan at this time is to have Aurors with Mr. Rhiney 24/7, with some even stationed at his home. Mariano, you will run point on this and Weasley, you will be his second. There will, of course, be other Aurors available if you need added security, but the main concerns at this time are Mr. Rhiney’s day-to-day business dealings and his safety while at home.”

There was a moment as this information sunk in. Ron could feel his brain slowly putting into place what Kingsley was saying.

"You want us to stay at his home, sir?" Tony asked, and Ron found himself looking at Kingsley wide-eyed, finally realizing what he was being told to do.

"Yes. You and Ron are to go and stay with Mr. Rhiney while there is still a threat to himself and his organization. I need there to be people close to him at all times to make sure that all his transactions go smoothly and also to report if there is any odd behavior or anything suspicious happening. With you two there to watch him and his affairs, we are almost guaranteed the capture of some of the members of the I.W.P."

He looked over at the clock on the wall and his eyes widened slightly. "Damn. 7:30 already. Look, I have full confidence that you four are more than capable of handling these assignments. If there are any more questions, you can send word by owl, however I must get going. I have a meeting in ten minutes that I cannot be late for." As he stood, the other men in his office followed in suit. "Weasley. Mariano. Mr. Rhiney is expecting you at his home at noon. McLean and Potter – you can meet with the team investigating the disappearance at 8 A.M. for a more thorough briefing. All four of you will need to make sure to speak with Gemma before you leave, however. She will be your main point of contact here at the Ministry and you are to contact her for any changes or if you need anything."

Kingsley grabbed a long cloak off a coatrack and headed for the door. Before leaving the room, he turned around, and smiled briefly. "Good luck, gentlemen," he said, then turned on his heel and walked out. After a couple of seconds, the four men eventually filtered out of the office and back into the corridor.

Tony immediately turned to Ron. "You and Harry head over to meet with Gemma now. We’ll meet you there shortly – Sean and I have some things to go over first.” With that, Tony and Sean turned and headed over towards Tony's office.

"Shall we?” Harry asked.

"Yeah. Better to get it done with now," Ron said glumly.

"I don't know why you’re so miserable. This is huge! We're working on one of the biggest cases of the year!"

Ron snorted. "No, you're working on one of the biggest cases of the year while I'm stuck playing babysitter to some rich prat."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh, come off it, Ron. What you're doing is just as important as what I'm doing and you know it. Hell, you may even find who’s behind this whole thing while working for this Christopher Rhiney bloke.”

"Maybe,” Ron said as they approached Gemma’s office door and stopped outside. “But I wish that I could be out there with you, mate. Out where all the action is."

"Well, good morning to you too, Ron,” a soft, sultry voice chimed in.

Harry and Ron turned and found themselves face to face with a very pretty and petite woman with long, icy blonde hair pulled high into a ponytail. Her lips were painted a bright red color and she had matching red nail polish, while her robes were such a dark shade of green, they were almost black. Ron could feel himself grimace as her grey eyes looked eagerly up into his blue ones, boring into them.

"Good morning, Gemma," Harry said politely.

"You know, Ron,” she said breathily, ignoring Harry, “I had a lot of fun with you a couple weeks ago.” She smiled coyly up at him, her red lipstick glinting in the light. “In fact, I was hoping maybe we could grab a drink sometime.”

“Erm – look, Gemma, we’re here to go over the details for the I.W.P. case, so can you just give us the rest of our mission info so we can go?" Ron asked, his ears burning.

She seemed to deflate somewhat, and responded waspishly, "I can't. Not until your team leads come back at least." Sensing a new opportunity, she walked back into her office. "Why don't you two come in and take a seat.” She smiled sweetly and pointed to the two chairs in front of her desk. “Relax. I won't bite. I promise."

With a quick, sideways glance toward one another, Ron and Harry walked in and sat down.

"So, Harry,” Gemma sat up straighter, smiling mischievously. “How are you? I heard a rumor you might be getting quite serious with your girlfriend. She plays for the Harpies, doesn’t she?”

Harry coughed, stealing a quick glance at Ron, then chuckled. "Erm, yes, she does. And, well, yes. We’re very happy."

Gemma clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Well, I find that a bit tragic, really. Witch Weekly might have named this Christopher Rhiney fellow you’re all working to protect the most Eligible Bachelor, but everyone knows that the Boy Who Lived will always be highly sought after. You must have your pick of witches.”

“Er – thanks?” Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat while Ron snorted, glad to have the attention off him.

A knock at the door stopped all further conversation pertaining to any of their love lives, much to the relief of Harry and Ron.

"Sorry 'bout makin' you wait," Sean said as he walked in, followed by Tony. “What’ve you got for us?"

Gemma waved her wand and a file cabinet behind her popped open, while two bright purple folders floated out and landed at the edge of her desk in front of Harry and Ron.

"Just more detailed versions of what the Minister told you earlier, plus some rules and regulations as to what you can and can't do, say, etcetera, etcetera.” She looked at Sean and Tony. “You know the drill, gentlemen. Make sure to keep detailed notes of all your work, file all your paperwork on time so I don’t have to come after you for it, and if anything happens or changes, you need to notify the Ministry, namely myself, so that it can be cleared and covered right away. Now, in your case," she said indicating Ron and Tony, "since you two are supposed to be watching over Mr. Rhiney 24/7, there are a few more things that apply to you that don't apply to Mr. McLean and Mr. Potter. For example, one of you must be within a reasonable distance of Mr. Rhiney at all times. The Minister also wanted me to make it clear this means that you can, and should, consider taking shifts, especially when it comes to staying at the home itself. However, it is up to you two to decide what will be the best course of action. Your meeting with Mr. Rhiney today should allow for you both to gain a better understanding of his day-to-day routines and what will be most effective.

"Really, gentlemen, just use your common sense. That way, no one will have to worry about the Minister’s foot being shoved up their arse because they didn't follow protocol."

Tony guffawed. "Duly noted, Gemma. Are we free to go?"

"Yes, just don’t forget to take these mission planners." As the four of them got up to leave, Gemma called out, "Oh, and Ron?” Ron spun around, facing Gemma in her office. Alone.

“I just wanted to say good luck with finding your 'action'. Although,” she batted her eyes and looked up at him, “I might be able to help you there…" She raised an eyebrow and smiled. Ron, feeling his entire face flush, nodded curtly and walked out, closing the door behind him.

"Bloody hell..." he muttered to himself.

Harry, who was waiting for Ron to come back out, chuckled at the look on his face. "I guess I'd better watch out. From the way she was acting around you, I might have to worry about losing my spot as second most eligible bachelor."

"Bugger off, Harry," Ron snapped.

"It’s all right, mate,” Harry pressed on, stifling a laugh. “You're a good man and I don't mind losing the title to you."

“I really hate you sometimes.”

“Do you think Gemma would make you wear a necklace that says ‘My Sweetheart’ like Lavender did in our sixth year?”

"Good bye, Harry," Ron said loudly.

Harry laughed. "I'll see you later, Ron. Try to Floo me if you can."

"I will. See ya."

As he watched Harry jog down the hall to meet up with Sean, Ron shook his head. He turned and saw Tony walking up, folders in hand.

"So, Weasley, are you ready to go?"

Ron took a deep breath.

"Let's go."

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Lust & Limerence | Pt. 1 (M)

Series: Slytherin!JJK x Reader x Gryffindor!KTH 

Word count: 10k

Genre: Angst, Fluff and Smut // Harry Potter AU!  

Summary: Your best friend, Taehyung, always warned you about meddling with the wrong type of people. So when Taehyung found out about your little crush on Slytherin’s hottest Quidditch player, he was far from thrilled. Since he was classified as ‘the one you should keep your distance from’ for his nasty fuckboy way of life-- Jeon Jungkook to you, seemed too sweet to be true. Blinded by Lust, you venture for evidence that proves his innocence, not just to soothe Taehyung’s worries but for your troubled mind to follow your heart’s steps. 

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The thundering bass drowned out all the chatter between the drunk teens, each corner of the house occupied with the stoned and tipsy youth. You jabbed your elbow into Taehyung’s side and he flinched at the sharp sting of your bone on his rib, a grunt of pain passed his lips. 

“You said this was a small get-together, you fucker,” you fake-smiled at him and Taehyung rubbed the back of his neck, a dumb boxy smile on his handsome face.

“Oh come on, (Y/N). You should’ve expected this from me. How long have you known me for?” Taehyung giggled and bro-hugged the several drunk males that greeted him.

“Too long,” you gritted your teeth together in annoyance. “I wish my elbow was a knife.” 

“Hey,” Taehyung pouted and you glared at him with anger. “You can get pissed at me later, okay? For now, just enjoy yourself. You barely come to these parties. Let loose before we have to go back to Hogwarts.” 

“I barely come to these parties because I fucking hate them,” you brushed off a random guy’s arm off your shoulder in pure disgust. 

“As a best friend, I’m responsible for your health and safety so don’t get too drunk, okay? Don’t go home with a random guy, too,” Taehyung lectured knowingly. 

“You wouldn’t have to worry about those things if you hadn’t brought me here in the first place,” you remarked with your hands on your hips. 

“I’ll see you around, (Y/N)!” Taehyung exclaimed and disappeared into the crowd of dancing teenage idiots, leaving you vulnerable within the party compound. 

Luckily, you managed to find a corner to reside at for the rest of the night. You were feeling slightly better as your dark coloured clothing camouflaged you in your safe little corner until a mystery man stood himself next to you. At least he wasn’t intruding too much into your personal space, unlike the rest that’d approached you so far to which you rejected by saying, “get lost, I’m not interested.” 

The tall figure leaned on the dusty wall, a phone in one of his hands as the other was carelessly shoved into his black Stussy hoodie. Interested in the quiet stranger, you glanced down at his shoes that were in your peripheral vision. He was wearing a pair of worn out black Martens boots with tattered black skinnies that highlighted his thick thighs despite the dim lighting. 

“(Y/N)?” the stranger called and your gaze transferred to his handsome facial features that were visible from the luminous screen of his phone. 

“Um yes, that’s me,” you said with a small chuckle, completely unaware of who this eye-catching bloke was. 

He pulled off the hood on his head and fixed his hair, ruffling the noir bangs with his long fingers before smiling gently at you. “I’m Jungkook,” he reached out for your hand and you shook it. 

Jungkook’s hand was much smoother than you’d expected. “Oh yes,” you finally recalled and it brought a smile to your lips. 

“You’re Taehyung’s friend right? I never thought I’d bump into you at a place like this. I heard from him this kind of event wasn’t your cup of tea,” Jungkook spoke in a soothing voice and you nodded at his question. 

“You got that right,” you rolled your eyes. “That cheeky fucker lied to me and told me this was a small get-together.” 

Jungkook chuckled at your sassy attitude and your frown softened to match his delicate smile. 

“It’s a little strange to meet you for the first time here and not school,” you admitted. “I’ve heard so many things about you before. Now I can finally peg a face to the talks.” 

“You’ve heard things about me, huh?” Jungkook’s smile integrated into a small smirk to reveal the charming dimple on the left cheek. “What kind of things?”

“Oh, you know just the usual Slytherin fuckboy stories,” you said honestly and he pretended to look hurt, placing his hand on his chest. His surprising dorky sense of humour made you giggle. 

“Well yeah, I guess they’re right to an extent,” he quickly recovered. “Do you believe in those rumours?” Jungkook asked with a curious glint coated in his intrusive stare. 

“Honestly, Jungkook, I don’t care,” you shrugged your shoulders and Jungkook wasn’t expecting that reply. It made his eyebrow rise as he took interest in your light-hearted yet honest personality.

“I’m glad you don’t. I’m actually not that much of an asshole as everyone describes me to be,” Jungkook shuffled closer to you but you didn’t mind. You were getting bored of candy crush anyways. 

“No, they don’t think you’re an asshole. I think it’s the opposite. Even though everyone knows of your fuckboy lifestyle, they’re still obsessed with you. Must be because you’re smart that they give you lenience to fuck around a bit.” 

“So you think I’m smart?” Jungkook asked with a cocky smile. 

“Grades aren’t the only defining factor of intelligence. You can have perfect grades but still do stupid things,” you laughed and expected Jungkook to too but he didn’t. 

Jungkook looked taken aback, as though you’d hit a sensitive topic for him. He snapped out of it and a pained smile crept up his lips. “I suppose you’re right,” he rubbed the back of his head and you nodded slowly. 

“Jungkook I was kidding, I just said it for quality banter you know,” you looked up him and he smiled naturally again. 

The two of you really hit it off. You talked to him about the most boring topics but his witty comebacks alone were enough to spice up the conversation. You shared uncontrollable laughter in your safe corner. He was so easy to talk to, it was no wonder that all the girls in your cohort were head over heels for him. 

Not only was he unfairly handsome, his witty sense of humour was bound to charm without him needing to lift his wand. He shuffled even closer to you, his shoulder now touching yours as you reciprocated his flirtatious yet subtle moves with a welcoming smile that he thought looked so cute. 

It was very rare for Jungkook to build an interest in anyone. He was normally so up-front about what he wanted, normally to other girls at frat parties, he’d state from the beginning that he only wanted to fuck. But with you, much to his surprise, he didn’t even plan to say it. He knew that if he said it, you’d be disgusted and that held him back from doing whatever he wanted. He was genuinely interested in you.

Your conversation with Jungkook was interrupted by a small vibration in your pocket. You took out your phone and read the message from Taehyung. 

I’m a considerate best friend so we can leave early. I’m waiting in the car outside. Sent: 12:32 AM

Your smile smoothed into a thin line subconsciously. “I have to go, Jungkook. It was great talking to you,” you shoved the phone back into your pocket and shook his hand again.

“Leaving so soon?” 

“Yeah, Taehyung’s already waiting outside for me,” you explained and Jungkook nodded. 

You walked away from the little corner to push through the raving group of drunkards. “(Y/N)!” a voice called out from behind and your head turned to the direction of the yell. 

“I’ll see you around?” Jungkook waved, a sincere looking smile on his attractive face and you decided to play cheeky. 

“Who knows?” you shrugged your shoulders and disappeared into the crowd to leave Jungkook thirsty for your interesting charm. 

“Taehyung! Why didn’t you tell me Jungkook was so sweet?” you said as soon as you closed the car door. 

Taehyung’s eyebrow became immediately raised. “Because that’s not the truth?” 

“What are you talking about? I was talking to him the whole time and he’s so genuine,” you giggled, interested in the handsome boy. 

“That’s what he wants you to think. Trust me, (Y/N), I’m his friend and I know what he’s actually like.” 

“If you’re his friend then why are you shit talking him?” you couldn’t help but sound annoyed. You were looking forward to telling Taehyung about your new interest only to find out about his disapproval.

“He’s my friend but that doesn’t mean I agree with the way he does things. He’s only charming you to sleep with you, nothing more,” Taehyung remarked. 

“I thought that too but I’m serious Tae, he was so sweet to me.” 

“And I’m serious too, (Y/N). Don’t pick up any feelings for him. He’s dangerous and you’re far too good for him,” Taehyung said in a serious tone. 

“You asked me to have fun and now that I’m having some fun, you’re ruining it,” you sighed. 

“I’m protecting you from a troublemaker,” Taehyung’s grip on the steering wheel tightened and the rest of the ride home was silent. 

A few months after...

6th Year // September // 1st Term

The school year began with a bang, literally. You’d walked straight into the door frame in front of your whole Potions class, your hair messy in a bun with eyebags that displayed your lack of sleep. You’d missed the first banquet of the year at the dining hall. Whoever thought it was a good idea for breakfast to begin at 7:30 was completely crazy. 

Your classmates giggled at your clumsiness and you just smiled through it. You pat down the stray hairs and massaged the pained area whilst smoothening out your cloak. Luckily, your house crest sat perfectly on the top right of your robe.

“Sorry, I’m late Professor. I kind of overslept,” you admitted and she let you off the hook but not without a lecture. 

“I suppose it must be hard to get back into a correct sleep pattern, Miss (Y/N) but please don’t be late next time. Afterall, this is your 6th year at Hogwarts now, you must prepare to sit the N.E.W.T exams next year. Being on time to classes would be an excellent start,” she signaled for you to join a group for the lesson. 

“Why didn’t you wake me up Tae?” you whispered under your breath, annoyed at your best friend. 

“Did you forget the girls’ dormitories are off limits for people that have dicks?” Taehyung remarked. 

“Did you even iron your robe? It looked like you slept in it,” you chuckled and Taehyung self-cautiously attempted to smooth out the wrinkles. The only thing not crinkled was the Gryffindor crest on his red-accented robe. 

“Well you look like a zombie so touché,” Taehyung chuckled and you rolled your eyes at him. 

“Mornin’ (Y/N),” a velvety voice called out and you turned around to face Jungkook. He was wearing a vibrant and contagious smile on his lips so naturally, your lips mimicked his.

“Jungkook?” you couldn’t help but sound a little excited. 

On the contrary to you, Jungkook looked perfectly awake. His eyes were bright and bursting with liveliness not to mention the smooth and perfectly ironed Slytherin robes unlike Taehyung’s.

“I guess I will be seeing you around after all. Are you ready for another painful year of potions with me?” Jungkook chuckled. 

“Another year? We had Potions together before?” you asked in a whisper and Taehyung snorted loudly, the rest of the class turned to stare at the three of you. “Sorry,” Taehyung said.

“We were in the same Potions class for our 2nd and 4th year at Hogwarts,” Jungkook’s smile turned a little stiff. 

“Oh shit,” you laughed. “I guess I just didn’t notice.” 

The three of you finally stopped talking when your Professor exclaimed the lesson’s aim. She stood proudly in front of the class with all the strange and rare ingredients laid out. 

“Let’s start off your 6th year here at Hogwarts with a competition, shall we? Today, class, you will be brewing Felix Felicis in your groups. Although this potion is more on the intricate and complex side, I believe with enough teamwork and perseverance, you will be able to brew it correctly.” 

“Fuck, I don’t even know how to brew potions from 1st year.” Jungkook blurted out a little too loudly and the class was filled with laughter. Your Professor brushed off his funny comment to propose an interesting deal. 

“The members of the first group to successfully brew this potion will each be rewarded 25 points for their House.” 

The classroom fell quiet with laughter but grew with murmurs of interest which displayed the truly competitive nature of Hogwarts. 

“I will keep restocking the ingredients until one team can brew it. You may come back to the lab during your free time but normal rules still apply. You must be in your common rooms before curfew. For 6th year students, I believe that is 10PM.”

“Before we start,” your professor continued. “Can anyone tell me the effects of this potion?” 

“Felix Felicis, also called Liquid Luck, is a magical potion that makes the drinker lucky for a period of time, during which everything they attempt will be successful. It turns an ordinary day into an extraordinary one,” Taehyung’s deep voice enchanted the fellow girls in the class. 

“Perfect answer! 2 points to Gryffindor!” The professor exclaimed in joy and Taehyung sat back down. 

“Try hard,” you muttered underneath your breath and his boxy smile grew even wider at your jealousy. 

Even though some things Taehyung did was dumb beyond comprehension (like the time he asked if trees were broccoli but on steroids), you had to admit that he was actually so brilliantly smart-- especially at Potions, the subject you hated most and sucked at most. 

“You may start your tasks. As this is a challenge, I will not be helping out with this unless you all can’t do it. A similar task will be asked to be completed in your mock exams and of course, your N.E.W.T exams.”

The classroom erupted into content heavy discussions as each team decided the roles of each team member. The three of you sat a little quieter than you’re expected before Jungkook burst the bubble. 

“I’m going to apologise in advance and say that I’m shit at Potions. I barely passed the last exam so I’m sorry if I’m not so helpful,” Jungkook admitted and you high fived him. 

“Same! I passed by 4%” you giggled and neither of you pulled your hands away, his touch lingering on your fingers. The eye contact between the two of you was intense and Taehyung coughed to break it. 

He pulled your hand back and placed it on the heat-resistant mat. “That’s not something to high five about you dumbasses.” 

“But Jungkook,” you peered close to him. “Don’t worry, Taehyung was dux for the last Potions exam so we’ll be fine,” you reassured him and his smile grew with relief. 

6th Year // Late September // 1st Term

A couple of weeks pass and no group has brewed the goddamn potion. Each group was starting to get frustrated as each lesson passed but your frustration was almost non-existent as you were paired up with Taehyung, who was diligently making excellent progress and Jungkook, the ultimate dreamy distraction. 

You’d gotten to know Jungkook a lot more as he joined you and Taehyung for some lunch breaks. Taehyung was always protective of you, since the beginning so instinctively, when Jungkook attempted to pull some moves on you, he would always interfere at the right time. As frustrating as it was for you, Taehyung said it was, “for the greater good.”

But that night, Taehyung couldn’t interfere. You were cooped up in your dormitory, cozy under your comforter with a book in your hand as you diligently did some reading homework. Much to your surprise, you were interrupted by a small knock on your window. You put the book down and peered up to press your ear near the window. 

Were you just hearing things? 

Another knock and you boldly spread your curtains open to reveal a handsome boy perfectly balanced on his broomstick. You quickly opened the window in surprise, yet your gaze sparkled with interest as you feasted your eyes on the one and only, Jeon Jungkook. 

His noir locks were touselled from the wind and he reached out for your hand. Instinctively, you took it and pulled him into your bedroom through the window. Jungkook shut the window and signaled for you to close your bedroom door to which you obeyed quickly. 

“What are you doing here?” you whispered harshly, a tone of excitement prevalent in your voice. 

“I’m... uhh...” Jungkook hesitated. “I’m here to ask a question about the project?” he lied and you laughed immediately at his weak manipulative skills. 

“Jungkook, you’re a Slytherin and you can’t lie for shit. Really, just tell me the proper reason.” 

“Hey don’t stereotype us Slytherins,” he retorted in defence and you just giggled. “I have something cool to show you,” he said with a spark of excitement in his dark cocoa eyes

“Jungkook it’s well past curfew. You realise that if anyone finds out we’re both going to get suspended right?” 

“Oh come on, (Y/N). Don’t be a pussy. I sneak out all the time and I’ve never been caught,” Jungkook persuaded with his soothing voice and you seriously contemplated it. 

“No no. I can’t come with you right now. Can’t you show me later? I’m free this weekend if you’re willing to do this again-- without risking our academic records?” 

“But tonight’s the only night. I promise you it’s amazing,” Jungkook casually brushed his hand over yours and it was as though he’d charmed you his touch.

His touch was magnetic and you felt the surge of blood shoot up to your cheeks at his caressing action. You knew deep down that you shouldn’t follow him. You were a good girl- to an extent. You’d never sneaked out of the dorms or gotten suspended before. To be fair, Jungkook had never gotten suspended before too but he was an expert in escaping trouble so he doesn’t count. 

“You’ll love it,” Jungkook sweet talked and you finally gave in, watching in defeat as Jungkook fist pumped the air at your small nod. 

“Okay,” Jungkook grinned and opened your window to welcome the sound of howling wind. “Hop on the back of my broom,” Jungkook proposed as he stood near the edge of the window. 

“What?!” you whispered harshly, paranoid that someone would hear you. “Are you crazy? What if you can’t control it!” 

“I’m Slytherin’s Ace Quidditch player. Just trust me baby girl,” Jungkook’s nickname for you had you weak to your knees. 

You knew that he probably called all the other girls that too but the sound of it was so magnificent you listened, even though your hands were shaking in nerves and fright at the idea of two people flying on one broomstick. 

“Slytherin’s Ace better get me back here in one piece or else,” you threatened when you sat down on the broomstick. Jungkook’s back felt warm against your chest as he pulled you closer to his body, yelling something along the lines of “hold on tight!” before dropping out of the window. 

Your eyes were wired shut and all you could hear was the sound of Jungkook’s laughter as he teased you with his speed of travel, you cursed as you begged him to slow down. Instead of the terrifying broom ride, you tried to focus on the cloying scent of Jungkook. His dark hoodie smelt of an exotic crush between sandalwood and thanaka which eased your mind temporarily. 

Jungkook landed at the destination and you let go of your tight hug on his back. He placed the broomstick down and sat down on the floor. He pat a spot next to him and you sat down, still out of breath. You looked around your surroundings and found yourself on the Astronomy Tower. 

“Okay, I must admit. That was impressive,” you complimented and Jungkook just beamed at you. 

“You know what’s even more impressive?” Jungkook said playfully and before you could answer, he gently tilted your chin so you were met with the million twinkling stars of the galaxy. Your response was caught in your throat as the celestial beauty took your breath away. 

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Jungkook spoke in a soft voice as he kept his gaze trained on not the night sky but instead, on your amazed face. Jungkook had never felt that much desire for anyone in his life. Your inviting soft and pink lips had Jungkok’s mind spinning with lust and thirst for the sweet taste. 

“This is definitely worth it,” you admitted and you noticed Jungkook’s gaze on you, obviously taken aback that someone as handsome as Jungkook was eye-fucking you. 

“Thanks for taking me here,” you said and a cold wind blew by, causing you to shiver noticeably. He unzipped his dark navy bomber and wrapped your small body in it. 

You didn’t know what was more beautiful, the extravagant night sky? Or the sight of Jungkook’s lustful gaze on you. 

He noticed a strand of your hair caught in between your lips so he moved the hair away using the soft pad of his thumb. You had no idea he was such a romantic. 

“No wonder all the girls are obsessed with you.” you chuckled to lighten the heavy atmosphere and crimson blush across your cheeks. 

Jungkook frowned at your comment. “Do you really think I’m like this to all the girls?” 

“You’re not?” you couldn’t help but sound shocked from the realisation that Jungkook might feel something extra for you.

“I’m normally really straightforward with what I want. The reason why my reputation isn’t that horrendous is because I’m at least honest with the girls I fuck,” Jungkook explained and you looked lost at his words.

“All the girls knew that I was only looking for a good fuck and nothing more,” Jungkook muttered. 

“Is that why you brought me here? Just because I showed a little interest you assumed it was a green light for you to fuck me?” your tone was cold an defensive. 

“God no,” Jungkook interjected much to your surprise. “That’s not the reason at all, baby girl let me finish.” 

“I’m not really good with words and shit but... I feel different about you. I was originally just going to straight up ask at the party if I could fuck you but when we started talking I realised I can’t possibly do that. Not to you at least.”

“I don’t know how you want me to react to all this, Jungkook,” you admitted. “And for your information, confident guys are sexy but if you haven’t noticed, you sound like a total asshole right now.” 

“No, you’re missing the point. The point I’m trying to make here is that-- you... you make me nervous, alright?” Jungkook sighed in defeat and your ears perked up at the sound of it.  

“I’m normally so confident around girls I thought I’d be the same around you but when we talk I filter so much more. I don’t want you to think I’m a jerk or whatever, you know? Heck-- do you really think I’m the type of guy to do this cheesy shit?” Jungkook let out a dry chuckle and you shrugged your shoulders. 

“To be fair we started talking just recently. And I told you before that I don’t care about those rumours but the fact that they exist is an influencing factor on your image.” 

“But I’m not half that bad,” Jungkook defended himself. “Besides the point, I just wanted to tell you that... I want to get to know you,” the words finally came out his mouth and you felt the pit of your stomach ablaze with new set nerves and butterflies. 

“What do you want to know about me?” you asked as you stared into his lustful gaze, your head rested on your knees. Your tone was gentle with no aggression intended. 

Jungkook looked a little blank at your question- almost as though he hadn’t thought this far. He tilted his head to the side and hoped that somehow the stars would rearrange to form the perfect answer. He couldn’t possibly admit that he wanted to fuck you- at least not then. You’d definitely think that you were no different to all the others except you were. 

The dry silence wasn’t helping your insecurities. “Do you want to get to know me or my body?”  

“Can I say both?” Jungkook answered shamelessly as you felt his stare trace the outlines of your lips for what felt like the millionth time that night. Your inside voice was yelling at you to tell him off for his cocky attitude but instead, your head moved down by itself- a small nod. 

Before you could correct your ‘mistake’, Jungkook was already leaning closer to your face and it made you forget everything momentarily. “May I?” he asked, the sound of his voice mellow and laced with thirst. 

You answered his question by boldly fulfilling his request. You pressed your lips against his own, starting off the kiss with a harmless set of pecks and Jungkook instantly melted at the sensation. He’d been wanting to do that for so long. The truth was, he’d had his eye on you ever since Taehyung brought you to that one party years ago. 

The only reason he hadn’t pulled any moves on you was that he never got the chance to talk to you again. But then that night you showed up to the party years after, Jungkook shook off all the girls that surrounded him in their desperate attempts at throwing themselves onto him to spend his time with you--  the good girl, that cutie in his Potions class, Taehyung’s charming best friend. 

“I like honest guys,” you broke the innocent kiss to stare deeply into Jungkook’s eyes. His lips were immensely soft and you immediately regretted your decision of breaking the kiss.

“Does that mean you like me?” Jungkook grinned playfully and you watched his nose scrunch to reveal his bunny-like smile. You’d never seen such an innocent expression on his face before. 

“It was a general statement. I never mentioned you specifically,” you teased. 

A comforting silence passed as the two of you enjoyed star gazing in each other’s presence. Jungkook pointed out the important stars in the starry night and you were impressed at his knowledge. Evidently, Astronomy was his bravado. 

“Shit,” you interrupted his crash course on the subject. “Taehyung’s going to fucking kill me.” 

You both sat up after processing your statement. “I’ve been meaning to ask, are you sure he doesn’t have any feelings for you?” 

“Jungkook, he’s my best friend. We’ve been inseparable since we were children. I’m sure he only sees me as that.” 

Jungkook nodded and you felt a smile creep up your lips. “Why? Jealous already? I didn’t peg you to be the possessive type,” you chucked. 

“I know I can be dodgy but I can have real feelings too, you know.” 

“I think it’s because you’re dodgy that Tae’s worried. He’s always been protective of me because...” 

“Because he thinks I’m a bad influence on you,” Jungkook finished your sentence.

“He’s not wrong, you know” you joked. “After all, this is my first time sneaking out past curfew let alone with a boy.”

“But you said yourself that it was worth it.” 

“Yeah yeah, whatever Kookie,” you chuckled and the nickname sounded so natural from your lips. You expected him to share the laugh with you but he didn’t he was completely silent. 

“Say that again,” Jungkook said, his voice soft yet a little primitive. 

“Kookie?” 

“Fuck,” Jungkook peered closer at your face. “That sounds sexy as hell coming from you.” 

You closed your eyes slowly, allowing Jungkook to kiss you for the second time that night, this time much more passionate than before. The kiss started off slow but eventually turned steamy-- your fingers in his noir locks as he trapped you in between his arms. You molded your soft lips to his liking, following his intense rhythm as you allowed him more access. Jungkook was losing himself in your sweet taste yet, self-control kicked in. Ironically, it was a quality he normally did not possess with other girls. 

“Jesus, where did you learn to kiss like that?” Jungkook’s voice was gruff in your ear as he began to trail teasing pecks down your neck. 

“I’m not as innocent as you think I am,” you said to his surprise and Jungkook peeled himself off you. 

“You’re right. Taehyung is going to kill you and me,” Jungkook said and sat back up. 

“Way to ruin the mood.”

6th Year // October // 1st Term

“Congratulations Taehyung’s group! You are the first group to successfully brew Felix Felicis. As promised, each member of your team will be rewarded 25 points towards their House,” your professor yelled enthusiastically. She must’ve been happy that someone finally managed to brew it after weeks since the start. 

“Professor,” Jungkook raised his hand to project his voice. “Can we alter the rewards a bit? I believe it’s unfair for Slytherin to be rewarded considering that I pretty much contributed nothing to this task. Can you instead give Taehyung 25 extra points?” Jungkook asked and all the girls discussed his generosity among themselves. 

“Understood,” the Professor nodded and Taehyung wasn’t as happy as you’d expect him to be. 

“Tae,” you whispered. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy?” 

“We’re talking after this, (Y/N),” Taehyung sounded monotone and too serious for your liking. 

“You’re scaring me,” you chuckled.

What was that supposed to mean? Taehyung was normally never like this. What was there to talk about? Throughout your entire friendship he’d only asked to talk once and when that happened, he yelled at you because you accidentally broke of his favourite One Piece figurines back in 5th grade.

“I can’t believe you,” Taehyung scolded. He folded his arms across his chest and you had a confused smile on your face. 

“What are you on about?” 

“You know exactly what I’m on about, (Y/N). Why did I have to find out through someone else that my best friend kissed the only guy I told her to stay away from?” Taehyung sounded so angry. He was practically holding back from throwing a punch at your wall. 

“Are you for real?” you extracted the seriousness from his question. “Tae, come on. You don’t have to get so upset about this. It’s not a big deal, I was going to tell you eventually,” you chuckled and Taehyung’s beady eyes only grew wider at your words. 

“(Y/N), I’m not mad about the fact that you didn’t tell me-- I’m pissed about the fact that you didn’t listen to me,” Taehyung frowned. 

“Since when did I have to listen to you? You’re my best friend, not my brother,” your smile faded into a frown to match the scowl on Tae’s face. 

“Well then let me be your brother for this case, (Y/N). I’m telling you to stay away from him. I know you better than you know yourself and even you admitted that so please,” he pleaded, the roughness in his voice dispersing into a desperate beg. “Don’t get close to him.” 

“Oh my god,” you groaned, throwing your hands up in the air. “Maybe I didn’t tell you because I knew you were going to be a little bitch about it.” 

“Oh, I’ll voluntarily be a massive bitch about it if it stops you from falling for the likes of him.” 

“The likes of him? Taehyung I bet you don’t even know Jungkook nearly as well as I do by now,” you defended instinctively. “I already know he sleeps around and his reputation isn’t top-notch but he’s actually a genuine guy if you give him a chance.” 

“That’s what all the girls say before their hearts get shattered, (Y/N). I can’t risk you being one of his fucking side chicks, okay?” Taehyung dropped his yelling because he knew it was only riling you up. 

“I can take care of myself, Taehyung. If you really are my best friend then shouldn’t you at least be considerate of my feelings towards him?” 

“Your feelings? Fuck me,” Taehyung cursed and smothered his face in his sweaty palms. “Please tell me you didn’t just say you had feelings for this guy.”

“I never said romantic feelings but even if I did, why does it matter to yo--”

“--Of course it matters to me! You’re my best friend and I can’t just sit here and watch you fall for this fuckwit when you can do so much better!” Taehyung yelled, much louder than he intended. He couldn’t control himself at that point and you flinched at his yelling. 

He noticed your trembling hands and softened his angry glare. “I’m only telling you because I’m worried about you. You get attached and fall for people easily so I don’t that happening with him.”

“You can tell me without fucking yelling in my face, asshole,” you retorted and he finally noticed the glaze of tears over your eyes. Taehyung chewed on his bottom lip.

“I did in the car but you didn’t listen to me.” 

A couple of days after...

After that happened, you found it impossible to approach Taehyung. Normally, when the two of you fought, it’d be quickly resolved with Taehyung’s begging soon after but this time was different. He didn’t pester you with apologies like he did in the past. Probably because he wasn’t in the wrong. 

He didn’t even come down to eat dinner some nights. He must’ve felt really shit. Deep down, you knew that Tae was only looking out for you. You just quickly wanted to make up with him and explain to him that you could take care of yourself. 

“Tae isn’t here again?” a familiar voice soothed your aching thoughts. 

You looked up from your dinner plate to find Jungkook sat across you. You merely shrugged your shoulders and he noticed your pained expression. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Jungkook asked, his voice soft and laced with concern. 

How could Taehyung be so unaccepting of this sweet boy across you? 

“Yeah, we’re still ignoring each other,” you stabbed your fork into the potato on your plate. “I’m sure we’ll get over it eventually,” you said in an emotionless tone but Jungkook knew you were feeling much worse on the inside. 

“He’s not talking to me either,” Jungkook sighed. “He told me from the beginning that you were off limits. I understand why though, I’ve done some pretty messed up things in the past.” 

“If he told you to stay away from me why did you bother, Jungkook.”

“Because I told you already. I’m interested in you,” he rubbed the back of his head, a cute habit of his whenever he got nervous. 

“Anyways, I’m going to go talk to Taehyung after dinner. You should try sort things out too. It’s been like 4 days since the last time you two talked-- I’m guessing that’s a new record.” 

“What do you want?” Taehyung was evidently annoyed. Jungkook could tell from the way his intimidating tone of voice. 

“I’m just here to talk,” he said. 

“You’re the last person I want to talk to,” Taehyng admitted. 

“Just deal with me for the next 15 minutes please,” Jungkook asked nicely and Taehyung grumbled, sitting himself down on a chair. 

“I know you don’t like me hanging around (Y/N),” Jungkook started and Tae immediately interjected with, “No shit.” 

“That’s why I’m here to ask why.” 

“Ask why?” Taehyung snorted. “I told you from the beginning. You already have the answer to that, Jungkook. People like you don’t deserve people like her. You’re corrupt and you’re the type of guy who sleeps with 20 girls on rotation. I don’t want her to be affiliated with someone like you because she’s pure and genuine and you’re nothing but a bad influence.”

“That’s exaggerated as fuck but yeah, I had a gut feeling you’d say that,” Jungkook shrugged his shoulders. 

“She’s innocent and she trusts people easily. I don’t want her to be falling for the wrong type of guy,” Taehyung said, a frown on his face. 

“What if I told you that I’m interested in more than fucking?” 

“That’s even worse because you’re the type of person to change within seconds. You’ll make her fall for you and then you’ll leave when you get bored. It’s no different to what you’re doing with others right now, just for a longer period of time. You can’t possibly be serious about wanting to... date her?” 

“Taehyung she’s really...” Jungkook sighed. “I know you think I’m lacking and that’s why you’re extra perhaps too protective of her but you have to believe me when I say I mean no harm.” 

“Look, your words mean nothing to me,” Taehyung growled as he stood up from his seat and stepped into Jungkook’s personal space. “But I know both you and (Y/N) well enough to say there’s no point in me trying to stop whatever shit goes on between you two. Talking to a fucking rock will make more sense than trying to interfere so I’m telling you right now, Jeon Jungkook.” 

“If you do anything to hurt her in any way, I’m going to fucking lose it.” Taehyung loosened the tight grip on Jungkook’s robe. 

Taehyung we really need to talk. Can you meet me outside the library after dinner? Sent: 6:42 PM

You waited nervously for his arrival, your clammy hands on your lap as you attempted to distract yourself by reading a book. People looked at you strangely. Why were you reading outside the library rather than inside? Because they didn’t know you were mentally preparing for a confrontation you were dreading with your closest and most treasured friend. 

You recognised the large shoes in front of you and you immediately looked up from the book to face Taehyung, a regretful smile painted on his lips. 

“Hey,” he said simply in his deep and soft voice. 

You were suddenly overwhelmed by his presence. You had this plan on telling him about your growing interest in Jungkook and how he should support you as a good best friend but at the sight of his vulnerable smile, you grew weak. Not knowing what to do-- you threw yourself onto him, standing up to tightly wrap your arms around him. You buried your face in his broad chest and he was definitely taken aback by the rather random embrace. 

It didn’t take long for Taehyung to return the reuniting hug. He squeezed his arms around your small frame to whisper a wispy, “I’m sorry” into your ear. The two of you hugged each other and finally let go to talk properly. 

“I’m sorry, Tae,” you said. 

“For what?” he chuckled. You were still holding onto his sleeve with your fingers. 

“Sorry for ignoring you and disregarding your concern,” your voice was a little hoarse. 

“And I’m sorry for yelling at you,” Taehyung pat your head lovingly and brushed your baby hairs in place with his long fingers. “You’re my best friend. You know how much I love you right, (Y/N)? I just don’t want you to get hurt.” 

You felt the exhale of his sigh on your cheek and you nodded understandingly. “I know Tae. Sorry for not realising sooner. I love you too.” 

6th Year // Halloween // 1st Term

“Where are you going? Aren’t you coming to the Great Hall for the Halloween feast?” Taehyung bumped into you as he came out of the Gryffindor common room. What perfect timing.

“I’m going to Honeydukes in Hogsmeade. I figured I should use the secret passage on floor 3 of the castle because I’m running late,” you glanced at the small watch strapped to your wrist and cursed at the time. He’d been waiting 15 minutes.

“I’m assuming you’re going to see Jungkook since you’re dressed so nicely,” Taehyung chuckled and you were surprised at his relaxed behaviour. “I wasn’t born yesterday, (Y/N). I know you’ve been seeing him the past month.” 

“We’re not dating or anything!” you clarified out of instinct. 

“Whatever,” Taehyung rolled his eyes. “He’s been surprisingly tame since you two became close so I’m letting things slide for now.” 

You hugged Taehyung quickly out of pure joy. “Thanks for giving him a chance for me, Tae.” 

“Be back before curfew,” he waved you off as you hopped onto the ever-changing staircases of the Hogwarts castle. 

“There she is,” Jungkook said, taking his hand out of his robe pocket to wave and you rushed over to him slightly out of breath. 

“I’m sorry I made you wait, Kook,” you apologised and Jungkook just smiled at your dolled-up appearance. 

“It’s all good, I didn’t have to wait long. Quidditch season starts soon so our team had an abrupt meeting. Sorry I didn’t have time to change out of my robes.”

“So what did you have planned?” you asked as you walked together towards Honeydukes, almost hand in hand as the distance that separated you and him was so minimal. 

Your relationship with Jungkook was still unknown, but everyone was starting to become suspicious of it. It wasn’t common for Jungkook to stick around a girl for any longer than a week so naturally, the girls started to treat you as their enemy as they were fuelled with jealousy. Much to everyone’s surprise, especially Taehyung’s, Jungkook had been ‘tame’ the past couple of months. 

He’d shown up to classes regularly and his grades were better than ever but what was most surprising was- he wasn’t sleeping around. No one could believe that you were the solution to ending Jungkook’s dirty methods. Even yourself. 

He was too good to be true. The rumours you heard previously from Taehyung were no more as he managed stayed loyal to you. You couldn’t believe how quickly he adverted his methods. You convinced yourself that surely it wasn’t just you that explained Jungkook’s change. Perhaps it was because he was in 6th year now he decided to get serious about his studies. Because if you were the only reason for his change, then he would’ve progressed your relationship by now. Or at least hinted to you of how much you meant to him. 

The thing was, Jungkook was terrified of the whole ‘relationship’ thing. It was a completely new ground for him because all he’s had was flings or sexually benefitting relationships in the past. Not one relationship he’d been in was revolved around mutual trust and connection like the two of you shared. So naturally, he was even more scared of messing up because he actually cared this time around. 

But he decided that it was time to show some form of commitment. He didn’t want to risk being completely bro-zoned like Taehyung. Plus, there’s no way you’d reject him, right? You wouldn’t come to these little exclusive ‘hang-outs’ if you weren’t interested in him, right? 

“Kook are you alright?” your hand felt warm on his smooth cheek and he flinched in surprise. 

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” he lied. “Let’s buy some candy,” Jungkook suggested. 

He opened the door for you and you went in first, taking off your noir trench to reveal the little black dress underneath. 

“Did you wear this for me?” Jungkook spoke softly in your ear before planting a chaste kiss on your exposed collarbone. The loving action made you blush. 

Jungkook took a whiff of your new cologne your parents had sent over from home. The irresistible scent was a combination of soothing Jasmine and Ashe wood. He felt his insides go weak from your cloying scent-- that was his weakness, after all.  

“I like to think I dress for myself,” you joked and Jungkook chuckled.

The two of you scanned the towers of confectionary, stood side by side, your shoulder touching the side of his arm. You felt Jungkook’s warm hand shift from inside his pocket to his side, the tip of his finger grazed yours. His hand brushed against yours before he went for it, intertwining his long ‘piano’ fingers with your own. 

You glanced down to look at another one of his affectionate gestures and it raised your eyebrow in confusion. “Jungkook,” you whispered inaudibly. 

“Mmm?” His gaze was trained on the strange coloured gobstoppers in-front of him, pretending to look immersed in the candy when in reality he was shitting himself. 

“I’ve been meaning to ask...” you felt Jungkook’s thumb rub your index finger. It was a small yet comforting sensation. “What exactly are we?” 

The words finally came out-- after countless nights of debating whether or not you should say it. You didn’t want to sound desperate because your ego was on the line. 

“I don’t know,” he answered absentmindedly and you frowned at his answer. “What do you want us to be?” he cleverly reverted the question back to you. 

“I asked first so you should answer first,” you remarked in a witty tone. 

“Well...” Jungkook sighed. You felt your palm go sweaty from his lack of response. “Since I’m not good with words, maybe I’ll show you,” Jungkook stated before gently pulling you into his chest. 

Her interlocked your lips with his, your eyes wide at yet another sudden symbol of his desire. He’d never kissed you in public before-- but you didn’t mind. You melted into his touch, resting your arms on his broad shoulders to indulge in his sweet kiss. You played with his noir locks and you could feel peoples’ stare on you two. He broke the kiss to stare deeply into your eyes and muttered a statement you’d been dreaming to hear. 

“I like you,” he confessed and all you could do was stare blankly at his lips in response. 

Then, Jungkook grew weak at your shy smile. It was so demure and sincere, it made his chest fuzzy with warmth. 

You didn’t really know what to do. You weren’t expecting him to say it that day. “Aren’t you going to say it back?” 

“I like you too,” you whispered, barely audible and Jungkook happily peered his ear closer to your lips. 

“What was that, baby girl? I couldn’t hear you,” Jungkook said in a teasing tone. His signature bunny smile and nose scrunch were suddenly so overwhelming up close. 

“I said I’m hungry,” you lied and Jungkook laughed at your timid comeback.

“Thanks for walking me back here. You should go before anyone sees you here,” you smoothened the cotton fabric on his green accented robes, your palms smooth on his chest and his hands on your hips to pull you closer to his body. 

“Mmm,” Jungkook hummed, completely intoxicated by your fragrance. “Have I complimented your new perfume? It’s absolutely divine,” he sighed and rested his head upon your shoulder to inhale more of the charming scent. 

“Kook you’ve told me at least 3 times tonight. I’m starting to think you like it more than I do,” you smiled. 

 The two of you stayed like that for a while, muttering sweet nothings into each other’s ears. It was a dangerous spot for Jungkook to be in, you were aware. 

“Jungkook, you should really go. I don’t want you to get in trouble,” you convinced, your fingers combing through his soft hair. 

“You don’t want me around you anymore?” he joked. “Heartless, (Y/N). I knew you’d leave me after I confessed to you. What a heartbreaker,” he chuckled into your ear, a rich and husky sound and you giggled at his playfulness. 

“Yes, this was my plan all along,” you played along. 

“Can I at least spend the night with you before you leave me forever?” Jungkook flirted smoothly and you laughed again. 

“No, you may not spend the night with her,” A voice suddenly answered his request. The two of you immediately distanced yourselves and whipped your heads to the direction of the sound, panic on your features.

Taehyung stood there, a raised eyebrow to showcase how unimpressed he was. But you were just relieved it was him and not a teacher. 

“Jesus Tae! You scared me!” you exclaimed with a sigh of relief. “Thank God it’s just you.” 

“Thank God I didn’t walk into you two fucking,” Taehyung rolled his eyes. “You guys are lucky it’s me and not anyone else. Be more careful about these things. Now Jungkook and I should really get out of here before anyone else walks in. I was just here to check up on (Y/N).” 

“Seriously starting to think you’re my dad and not my best friend.” 

“Whatever, loser. Your parents actually paid me to be your friend since the beginning so no surprise,” Taehyung laughed and dragged Jungkook out of the girls' dormitory. 

“Sweet dreams!” Jungkook called out and you heard the door shut behind the two. 

6th Year // Mid November // 1st Term

“Don’t you want to see me train in the mornings?” Jungkook asked. 

“No, Jungkook. There’s already your fan club at every practice and it’s so brutally cold in the mornings,” you said for the thousandth time. You brushed off the subtle hand on your shoulder because you knew you’d soon fall easily to his persuasion. 

“But they’re not you. I’ll let you wear my jacket,” he suggested with a glint of hope in his eyes. 

“Yeah and then those girls can hate me even more. It’s like I’m rubbing it in their faces that I’m wearing your jacket and not them.” 

“Okay then let’s make a deal,” he attempted. “You come to practice for the next week and I’ll help with your Astronomy studies?”

“You have to help me regardless,” you chuckled. 

“No I don’t,” he smirked cheekily. “I was just being nice the previous times.” 

Your mouth dropped open at his words. “Hey, that’s dirty play!” Jungkook quickly kissed your cheek before rushing off to his next class. 

“See you tomorrow morning, 6AM!” he yelled as ran away from you. He wasn’t even your boyfriend, why was he being so affectionate. But you weren’t complaining. Who in their right mind would complain, he’s Jeon Jungkook. 

But no matter how likable Jungkook was, the fact that you absolutely weren’t a morning person wasn’t going to change anytime soon. 

“I hate you,” you grumbled, balled up in his gigantic hoodie. 

“Oh come on, (Y/N). It’s not that cold,” he lied. He took off his green scarf to wrap around your neck, his hands trembling from the freezing cold. You looked so small and cozy with his massive hoodie and now his Slytherin scarf that covered your lips. 

You could see his breath practically freeze in the air whenever he exhaled. Fall mornings were always chilly and despite knowing, you still showed up. Jungkook was wearing his Quidditch uniform which consisted of a green sweater, white shorts and a navy-green robe over the top.

“You’re shivering,” you couldn’t help but chuckle as his hand continued to tremble from the gust of freezing wind. 

"Jungkook!” his team captain called out and he put his thumbs up. He planted a quick kiss on your forehead before running off to the rest of his team. 

You felt the multiple piercing stares on your back from Jungkook’s supposed ‘fangirls’. But as soon as they hopped on their brooms, their glares disappeared into loud cheers for the Slytherin team. 

It was no surprise that Jungkook was good at the sport-- he was one of the fastest flyers in all of Hogwarts, possibly rivaling the 7th year players. He looked truly in the zone when he played, his gaze concentrated on the Quaffle. A subconscious smile stretched your cheeks everytime he did something. 

An hour into the training, you were completely immersed in their eye-catching drill, your cheering now in-sync with the girls behind you at their flashy flying techniques and commendable skills. Jungkook looked down from high above and waved at you. You waved back and so did the girls at the back. 

Before you knew it, training finished and it was time to head to breakfast. He was out of breath and tired, the cold air helped in soothing his exercised muscles. You passed him the water bottle and he muttered a small ‘thanks’ under his breath. 

“Wow I didn’t know I was this rusty,” he chuckled and you looked so confused at his statement. 

“What do you mean? You were brilliant,” you complimented. 

“I haven’t been this unfit in awhile. I should’ve trained during summer break instead of getting wasted every day,” he gulped all of the water down. 

He noticed your smile fade at the mention of his reckless lifestyle. “I mean I don’t go to them anymore,” he reassured, patting your head. “Come on, let’s go get breakfast,” Jungkook changed the topic and the two of you walked hand-in-hand towards the Hall. 

6th Year // Late November // 1st Term

The two of you had been getting weird stares. Weirder than normal. Everything had been sunshine and rainbows for you two-- Jungkook now very tame and loyal towards you so naturally, you were ecstatic beyond reason. But everyone’s stares or dare to say... glares had been terrorising Jungkook as he walked down the busy corridor with you beside him. 

You caught the students whispering to each other, muttering small phrases under their breath as they gave Jungkook such belittling gazes. 

What had happened? 

Jungkook was practically the idol of your cohort and now suddenly everyone was distancing themselves from him. 

“Jungkook,” you whispered. “Why are they all looking at you like that?” 

You noticed him swallow hard, his Adam’s Apple bobbled in anxiety. “I don’t know,” he said simply but you noticed some sweat roll down on his forehead. 

“Don’t worry about it. Maybe they suddenly remembered about your reckless summer?” you suggested to comfort him to an extent. 

“Maybe,” Jungkook said quietly. 

Throughout the week, the glares only started to become worse. Their disgusted expressions gradually lead to everyone stopping their paths just to stare him down. It was something you weren’t willing to take any more. Jungkook had been terribly quiet about the situation, almost as if guilt or fear had consumed all his confidence he once possessed. 

“Jungkook,” you moved a strand of hair out of his eye. “Is there something you’re not telling me?” you asked in a gentle voice and he immediately averted his gaze to your feet. 

“I’ll tell you when the time is right,” he said and brushed off your hand before walking away to his dorm. A strand of whispers followed behind him as Jungkook’s paranoia grew to devour him. 

You heard a knock on your door and you attended to it immediately, praying that it was Jungkook to explain how everything was a late Halloween prank. Instead, Taehyung showed up much to your surprise. He didn’t sneak out unless it was important. And judging from his serious face, you were sure Taehyung had gotten down to the bottom of the problem already. 

You quickly shut the door behind him and expected him to start rambling straight away but he didn’t. It made you even more scared than you already were. 

“Tae?” you said, an uncomfortable smile on your lips. “Did something happen?” 

“How much do you like Jungkook?” he interjected instead of answering your question. 

You looked taken aback at his sudden question. “I mean... a lot I guess. He’s so sweet and we get along unbelievably well.”

“What if I told you he’s a criminal? Would you still think he’s sweet?” Taehyung asked, a dark glare trained on your eyes. 

“What are you talking about?” you laughed in disbelief, eyebrows furrowed like a V at his unhealthy joke. “I know you don’t exactly trust him but you trust me, right? So when I tell you that he’s sincere you believe me, don’t you? Don’t you think to call him a criminal is too exaggerative?”

“He seemed so whipped about you I presumed that he wasn’t as bad as I initially thought. He hadn’t been causing any problems or mischief and that’s why I’ve been so lenient about this whole thing,” Taehyung paced around your room, his footsteps heavy on the wooden flooring. 

“But I have to interfere. I know how much you like him, I’ve seen the way you look at him but I’m sorry, (Y/N). You can’t fall anymore for him,” Taehyung pleaded. 

“Taehyung,” you said in a gruff voice. “You’re not telling me why. I swear to God if this is the same fight we had last time I’m going to find it much harder to forgive you this time around.”

“It’s not. I can assure you that because he really fucked up. Why do you think everyone else is staring at him like that? I shouldn’t have brought you to that party.” 

“Can you please just tell me what the issue is for fuck's sake,” you massaged your throbbing head with your fingertips. Taehyung inhaled a large breath before he told you. 

“He erased his family’s memories,” Taehyung finally said, barely audible. 

“What?”

“He erased their memories just so he could fuck around. That’s why he was at every dodgy party during the break because there was no one stopping him from doing whatever he wanted.”

“No,” you shook your head in disbelief. “This is just another one of those sick rumours everyone makes up because they’re bored. Even still, this one’s taking it too far.” 

“I know it’s hard to believe but it’s the truth.” 

“Jungkook would-- he would never do that!” you raised your voice. “He’s not like the rumours at all. Sure he slept around but he didn’t purposefully break the girls’ hearts for his personal satisfaction. He told me it was them that got attached. He never did, so naturally, people are going to bitch about him because they got rejected.” 

“Clarifying his behaviour doesn’t prove anything at this point, (Y/N).” 

“Yes it does! I’m saying that these rumours are all one-sided. You guys don’t know what actually happened but you all assume the worst of him regardless!” 

“If you’re so sure he’s innocent why don’t you go ask him yourself!” Taehyung yelled at you and his deep voice bounced off your walls. 

“Fine! I will!”

You managed to sneak into the Slytherin boys dormitory, not a single care in the world about getting into trouble then. There were bigger problems on the line. You slammed his door open before locking it behind you, chest burning with the need for air as you ran as fast as you could to reach him. 

“(Y/N)?” Jungkook was evidently surprised at your rash presence. “What are you doing here?” He got up from his bed and quickly walked over to your exhausted state. 

“Is it true?” you huffed. “Are the rumours true?” you panted and he smoothed his palm on your back to steady your breathing. “It’s a joke right? You didn’t actually erase their memories right? I know you’re smart but that spell is extremely advanced.” 

“Breathe first,” Jungkook said and your vision was going blurry from your lack of breath. 

“You couldn’t have done it. They haven’t even taught us how to use that charm.” 

“(Y/N),” his voice sounded soft as he sat you down on the chair. “Please stop panicking.” 

“How can you expect me not panic? You didn’t really erase their memories did you, Jungkook?” you glanced up at him, a desperate smile of disbelief on your face. 

He had a thin line across his lips. He wasn’t denying any of it and you fell silent from reading his sorrowful expression. 

“You can’t be serious,” you muttered under your breath, your hand over your lips in complete denial. “Please tell me you’re joking.” 

“It’s the truth,” he admitted. You rested your head in your palms in an attempt to absorb the words that fell from his lips. “I erased their memories.” 

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Title: The Calm Is Terrifying When The Storm Is All You Know [Homestuck]

Chapter 12: Roxy 

Summary: There were two kinds of trolls who went to Earth: rich shitheads with too much money and free time, and desperate assholes who couldn’t survive on Alternia, even with the best efforts of the young Condesce. Karkat hated the planet almost immediately, but with his home planet too dangerous for mutants, he really didn’t have any choice but to hide out on this weird little diurnal planet. At least he’d be safe. Or so he thought, right before blundering his way into an accidental friendship with the son of an anti-troll terrorist.

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of abuse and neglect including one description of a specific incident, mentions of substance (alcohol) abuse 

Author’s Note: Just gonna leave this here  http://mspaintadventures.com/?s=6&p=005607 for no particular reason 

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“You’re — you know Ramona Lalonde?”

Rose allowed herself a small laugh at Kanaya’s expression. They, along with Karkat and Dave (who, true to his word, was…well, he was out of the room, at least) were sitting on the couches in the main room, chatting, and Rose had mentioned her aunt in passing.  

“She’s a member of the family,” Rose said. “She’s in Europe right now, but she is our - my, Dave, and Dirk’s - aunt. Which, for those not familiar with human family structures, means she is our mother’s sister.” Rose smiled at Kanaya. “I take it you’ve read some of her works, then?”

“Yes!” Kanaya blurted out. Her cheeks colored slightly with a lovely shade of green, and she visibly tried to restrain herself. “That is, I, erm.” Kanaya twisted her long fingers in the fabric of her dress. “I’ve always had a taste for, erm, a certain genre of literature —“ Karkat snorted.

“Trashy rainbow drinker books,” he said, barely hiding a smile of his own.

“They are not trashy!” Kanaya said. “And anyway, you hardly have any right to be criticizing my taste in literature!”

“Hey, no, I have the best fucking taste in literature, fuck you —“

“As I was saying,” Kanaya continued. “I enjoy books featuring…a certain mythological figure in our own culture known as a rainbow drinker, and a little while after I came to Earth, I learned that you have a similar creature in your own mythology. I believe you call them vampires?”

Dave snorted. It was the most he’d participated in the conversation since coming downstairs.

“Oh, hush,” Kanaya said, her face coloring a bit more. “Anyway, I asked at a bookstore about any such books, and someone suggested Fangs for the Memories, and, well, I ended up enjoying it so much, that I tore through several other of her works! I couldn’t really get my head around Complacency of the Learned, it may just be a bit beyond my grasp, but her lighter works have been wonderful reads! And — and you’re really related?”

Rose nodded. Before she could answer, though, Dave interrupted.

“Wait, Complacency of the — isn’t that the fuckin’ weird-ass rated-R Harry Potter thing?”

“There’s a lot more to it than that,” Rose said dryly, “but it probably is the book you are thinking of, yes.”

Dave snickered. “Jesus, this family’s fuckin’ weird,” he muttered.

“What the fuck is Harry Potter?” Karkat said.

“It’s like. These books about a wizard school or something that got really fuckin’ popular? I dunno, I never read ‘em. Saw one of the movies at like two in the morning once when Bro was out, but that’s all I got.”

“Oh. Wizards,” Karkat said, looking around at the decor of the main room. “Dunno what I expected in this fucking family, but that’s about the least surprising answer I could have gotten.”

“Well, as rumor would have it,” Rose said, “If anyone were to write about magic with any sort of authority, dear Aunt Ramona would be the one.”

“I’ve heard that,” Kanaya said, leaning in with a hushed, excited whisper. “People say she’s…dangerous, that she tinkers with dark forces beyond our understanding.”

“They certainly do say that,” said Rose. “Whether it’s true or not, I couldn’t tell you. But she does certainly have an air of mystery to her. From what I’ve gathered, even our father is a bit frightened of her.”

“Wait, what?” said Dave. “I dunno about that, Rose. I didn’t see the guy act scared of anyone in ten years.”

“You haven’t seen Aunt Ramona in ten years, either, by the sound of it,” Rose retorted. “Which isn’t surprising, I suppose. Ever since Roxy was old enough to take care of herself, more or less, she’s been abroad most of the time. I think she’s in France at the moment, although it can be hard to tell, with her aversion to being captured on film, and all.”

“If she’s family,” Karkat said, his voice carrying a scornful bite that made Rose narrow her eyes, “then why is it so hard to know where she is? Wouldn’t she fucking check in or whatever?”

“Not very often,” Rose said. “Aunt Ramona is…not on the best of terms with Mom. They love each other, don’t get me wrong, but Ramona is not exactly a patient woman. She could only stand so much of watching her sister slowly drown herself in increasingly extravagant spirits, and, frankly, I can’t say I blame her. She checks in with Roxy now and then, and with us even less frequently, but she’s hardly required to babysit her sister forever, and it’s not her responsibility if a grown woman wants to completely give herself over to alcohol.”

Dave shifted uncomfortably. “Fuck, man,” he muttered, in an oddly distant voice, “tell us what you really think about Mom, no need to be so fuckin’ nice about her. Jesus Christ.”

“Easy for you to say,” Rose snapped, making both the trolls and Dave jump. “You didn’t have to grow up with her constantly stumbling around half out of her mind!”

“Shit, did I say that out — fuck, sorry, you’re right, sorry,” Dave said, quickly. “I mean, she doesn’t seem all that bad to me, I guess, but I honestly remember approximately jack shit of what life here was like, so I kinda got no frame of reference, it just —”

“She’s just a harmless fucking woman who wants to hug people and cry a lot, what the fuck is your problem?!” Karkat spat. Dave made a soft, distressed noise, but Rose spoke before he could say anything.

“What I said to Dave goes double for you,” she said. “You’re not even from this planet, you barely know what parents are, and you’ve no right to tell me how to feel about my mother.”

“I’m not asking you to drop down and worship the ground she fucking walks, here,” Karkat said. “I don’t give a shit how you feel about her, you can feel however you want! But maybe cut her some fucking slack? At least she’s trying!”

“Oh, yes, she does try. Remind me to get out the participation awards to lavish her with, since she is trying so hard. So hard that she’s made not the slightest bit of effort to sober up long enough to participate in basic events in the lives of the children she’s supposed to be raising. Why, she’s practically Mother of the Year! How wrong I’ve been!”

With a sound like wind mixed with television static, Dave was gone. In the time it took Rose to process that he’d flashstepped away, she heard the noise of his bedroom door clicking shut.

“Oh, God damn it. Dave!” she called out, intending to ask him to come back down.

Karkat stood before she could finish, fists balled up tersely. “Fucking leave him be, too, why don’t you,” he growled.

“Karkat, can we not do this,” Kanaya said, but to no avail.

“Honestly,” Karkat said, “You keep acting like you’re so fucking world weary and dragged down by everyone else, but you’re half the fucking problem here!”

“Me?!” Rose said, standing up and glaring down her nose at him. “Excuse me for not just complacently sitting back and watching my mother destroy herself without being upset!”

“It’s not just your mother, first of all,” Karkat said. “If looks could kill, your entire family’d be dead by now! You get mad at Dave over shit he does because he’s had doing it beaten into him, and I don’t even know where the hostility you have against Dirk comes from, but —“

“I don’t act hostile toward Dirk, what the hell are you talking about?” Rose said. “The worst I’ve done to Dirk is to justifiably get on his case for trying to act like he’s the one in charge, when he barely knows what he’s doing half the time. That’s not hostility, that’s just being siblings! As for Dave, how are you so sure you know why he’s doing these things out of that? You barely know him!”

“He blocks his bedroom door with a chair,” Karkat said, his voice low, “because Strider  would sometimes burst into his room, and locking the door wasn’t enough to stop him. The chair didn’t either, but it slowed him down enough to not get taken completely by surprise. He told me that the day I met him,” he continued, his eyes fierce, “And every moment I spent in that fucking hiveblock only convinced me that Dave was completely right. What do I have to do to get you to fucking understand how fucking scared he is?!” Karkat shouted.

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Rose hissed. “He’s got nothing to be afraid of here! He’s perfectly safe!”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t know that,” Karkat said. “And with you and your brother constantly at each other’s throats — which you are, by the fucking way, don’t think I haven’t noticed just because you two are fucking subtle about it, every time you two are in the same room there’s always some sort of fucking resentment lurking behind every other word — and add that on to your mother constantly appearing out of nowhere, and you always three seconds from getting mad at him, of course he’s having a hard time figuring it out! Everything here is different and he doesn’t know what to expect, and as if that isn’t scary enough, you’re making it worse!”

“What would you have me do, then,” Rose said, “Just stand by and let him seal himself away? Be like my Aunt Ramona, leave my sibling to his self destruction without intervening?”

“I’m saying you need to be patient, dammit,” Karkat said. “He was coming out on his own. Give him space to get used to it, and he’ll start coming around and eventually figure out he’s not in danger. Forcing him to come out before he’s ready is just gonna scare him more!”

Rose snorted.

“You can’t bully him into recovering from this,” said Karkat. “There’s a time and place for yelling at people until they start helping themselves. Fuck, I’ve done that before, I get it, but this is not that fucking time and place.”

“That’s rich, coming from you,” Rose retorted. “The alien with his volume setting locked at two clicks past the maximum thinks he can lecture me about patience.”

“Oookay,” Kanaya said, standing. “I think this discussion has gotten quite angry enough. Could we perhaps reconvene on this matter later, or something? We’ve already scared away one person, and I fear I’m growing quite uncomfortable myself, and, um.”

Rose sighed. “I’m sorry, Kanaya, you’ve been very patient. I will admit I lost my temper a bit, there,” she said, flashing her best ‘this-is-called-being-the-bigger-person’ glare at Karkat, “And I think I’d better be alone for a time in order to cool off. If you want to know more about our Aunt, I’d be glad to answer more questions later.”

She turned on her heel, ignoring Kanaya whispering angrily to Karkat, who hissed something back. Rose paused at the foot of the stairs. “Damn, almost forgot,” she said, “Roxy will be visiting tomorrow. She’s our cousin. She’ll likely be here before Dirk and I get back from school; she’s got a spare key and the code to the garage, so she’ll just let herself in, most likely.”

“It’ll be a pleasure, I’m sure!” Kanaya said with a forced smile.

Roxy was so fucking ready for this. Like, hyper-ready. UBER-ready. She had this shit on lockdown.

Well, okay, actually, she had no idea what she was doing, but she was still feeling pretty confident.

Anticipation rode in her stomach like a butterfly on fifteen cans of pure caffeine for the entire drive to her cousins’ house. She was seeing one of her cousins for the first time in twelve years, and she was pumped as hell, if a little bit nervous.

She’d spent about two hours the night before looking around on online forums about how to help kids dealing with trauma and abuse, and from what she could tell, the general consensus was to be patient, let ‘em run off to whatever space they had that could be their own little safe space if they need to, and ask before doing anything like touching or hugging or stuff like that. Which was gonna be hard, because she wanted to hug the poor kid for approximately fifty years, but if he wasn’t okay with that, then she’d fuckin’ deal. Hug the cat a bunch of times instead, or something.

Roxy was practically vibrating by the time she pulled up into the driveway and parked the car. As she was opening the front door, she heard a gravelly voice, halfway through a sentence, talking inside the house’s main room.

“—about it, Rose mentioned something about your…cousin, I think she called it? Coming over for a visit.”

“Hi, yeah, that’s me, I’m the cousin!!” Roxy called, shoving her arm through the opening and waving excitedly. She let herself in and locked the door behind her, before whirling around, the pink tips of her hair batting her in the face as she did. Three people were on the couches: a lady troll in a pretty dress, a dude troll in an oversized sweater sitting across from her, and one grown up baby cousin seated next to the dude troll.

Grinning, she bounced over, then stopped herself short in front of him. “Heeeyyy- wait, shit, almost forgot!” she said, pulling her arms back from the hugging position they’d gone straight into. Had to keep it at least a little cool, here. “Is it gonna totally freak you out if I hug you?”

“Uh,” said Dave, “It’s…fine, I guess?”

“Good, cuz I’m ‘bout to hug the shit outta you,” Roxy said, and hugged the shit out of him. He made a slightly bewildered noise, and the troll next to him recoiled slightly. Letting go (for now), Roxy flopped down on the couch next to Dave, still smiling. “God, I’m so excited to see you! You probably don’t remember me at all, though, you were pretty little last time you saw me, and, agh, you’re so big now, look at you!! Ugh, listen to me, ‘you’ve gotten so big,’ what am I, your grandma? Whatthefuckever, you’re here, hey!!” She hugged him again, this time a little gentler, around the shoulders. (Did she imagine him leaning it into that time? Probably, but. Maybe not!!!) “So, I’m Roxy, and we’re cousins, and I’m gonna try real hard not to start bawling and ruin my makeup, but in case it’s not clear yet, I’m stoked as hell to be seeing you.”

“Kinda got that impression, yeah,” Dave said. Kid had one hell of a pokerface, damn, he’d give Dirk a run for his money.

“You’re allowed to tell me if I’m making you uncomfortable, bee-tee-dubs,” she whispered conspiratorially to Dave. “Like, if I cross a line on accident, just go ‘Roxy, fuck off’ and I’ll step right on back over that line all smart-like.” Dave snorted softly.

“Got it,” he said, his lips twitching slightly into an almost-smile.

Introductions flew by quickly. Roxy tried to ignore the suspicious glares that Karkat was throwing her way; she remembered his name as being the one Dirk had said Dave actually trusted a lot, so, best to try and get on his good side. He was a cute little thing, with his little blunt horns and those big teeth sticking out almost as messily as his hair, and Roxy could see why Dave might take to him.

As the conversation progressed, both Karkat and Dave’s tension levels seemed to drop. Karkat refocused on some movie that was playing on the weirdest laptop Roxy had ever seen, and Kanaya picked up a sketchbook and made herself busy, occasionally interjecting with her own comments. Dave was…really hard to read, but Roxy did her best to drop any topic he seemed uncomfortable getting into, no matter how badly she wanted to know what he’d been through. She was a stranger to him, she had to keep that in mind, and he’d talk when he was ready.  

“I’d been hoping to get in touch with you online, too,” she said at one point, “But I think I rushed into it a bit? I messaged you soon as I got your username from Dirk, but you blocked me straight away, I think. Couldn’t get any messages through to you!”

“Well, yeah, I did that whenever I got a message from someone whose handle I didn’t recognize,” Dave said. “I mean, keeping in touch with friends and catching up with Rose and Dirk was kinda one thing, but. I was already breaking rules just by talking to people online at all, and I got why he didn’t want me doing that. Might accidentally give shit away, or something.”

“Did he catch you?” Roxy said. “All I know is that you just sorta vanished one day, and that’s what we assumed happened.”

Dave glanced away with a very small, nervous sound. His thumb absently traced the white scar on his cheek. Karkat’s eyes widened a bit at the movement, then narrowed.

“Shit, whoops, I didn’t think that one through,” said Roxy. “That’s probably a touchy subject, isn’t it? You don’t gotta answer.”

Dave replied with a quiet ‘thanks,’ and Roxy steered dutifully away from that topic, chattering instead about whatever came to mind. Dave didn’t seem to want to talk much at all about his home life with Derek, which was fine and about what Roxy had expected after reading the forums. Rose and Dirk seemed to be uncomfortable subjects, too, which did not bode well. She’d have to ask the trolls about them later.

Despite her best efforts to be careful, Dave grew distant after a while, and quietly excused himself, disappearing upstairs. Roxy turned to Karkat as soon as she heard the door close.

“I’m not coming on too strong, am I?” she asked. Karkat blinked at her. “Like, I’m excited as all fuck, and I know I can go overboard with this stuff sometimes. Is he just giving himself a timeout, or am I freaking him out, do you think? You’re the one who’s had the most luck with him, right?”

“I wouldn’t call it luck so much as I’m the only one who bothers to actually pay fucking attention,” Karkat grumbled. “But…no, I don’t think you’re scaring him.”

“He excuses himself all the time with us,” Kanaya added. “Usually a few minutes after something comes up to make him uncomfortable, but sometimes it seems like it’s just because a certain amount of time has passed.”

“He spent practically all his time in his block with Strider,” Karkat said. “It’s like I’ve said to Kanaya, he probably just gets overwhelmed.”

“Yeah, that’s about what I expected,” said Roxy. “All the shit I’ve read about kids dealing with trauma went something along those lines, y’know? Will he be back down, or is he done for the day?”

“He might come back,” said Kanaya. “He usually does, until Rose or Dirk get home.”

“God dammit,” Roxy said, startling both the trolls at her volume. “Are they being assholes? Fuck’s sake.”

“‘Assholes’ is putting it nicely, if you ask me,” Karkat grumbled darkly. “I’ve met rabid cholerbears who handled delicate situations better than them.”

“Oh, brother,” Roxy groaned. “Let me guess: Rose is being real fuckin’ impatient and trying to pick a fight over just about anything, and Dirk’s off being the cool mysterious lurker again. Yeah?”

“Thats…pretty accurate, yeah,” Kanaya said.

“UUUUUGH. God, these cousins of mine,” Roxy said. “I love them to death, but boy can they be ridiculous.”

“To be fair, I don’t think they mean to be,” Kanaya said. Karkat snorted.

“Oh, they definitely don’t,” said Roxy. “But despite being some of the smartest people I know, they’re a pair of idiots. They, like. They like to assume they know what’s going on, especially Rose, and it’s an uphill goddamn battle trying to get them to see things the other way, especially once Rose gets pissed.” Karkat was staring at Roxy, wide-eyed, like she’d just passed on the meaning of life, or something. “Like, it comes from a place of love in this case, I’m sure it does!” she added. “But that’s really only a starting point, and it’s not gonna be enough with poor Dave, after whatever he’s been through.”

“Holy shit, that’s what I’ve been trying to explain to them,” Karkat said. “But Dirk’s never around for long, and doesn’t trust me, which is fucking fine because I don’t trust him, either, and Rose always turns everything around to the fact that I yell all the time!”

“I mean,” Kanaya said, “I can kind of understand her point there? If Dave’s come from a home with the kind of turbulence you’ve aluded to, I can understand him being anxious with your tendency to shout.”

“He doesn’t have a problem with volume, Kanaya,” Karkat said. “I’ve been talking to him the same way I talk to everyone else the entire fucking time I’ve known him, and guess what? He doesn’t have a problem with it at all. It’s more like…atmosphere he has a problem with. Strider wasn’t loud, hell, he barely made a sound at all, that’s what made him so fucking scary!”

“So, like,” Roxy interjected. “Should I try and be noisy when I move around him, then? D’you think that’d help? Make sure he knows where I am?”

“Probably,” Karkat said with a shrug. “Honestly, it’s hard to get Dave to admit that anything bugs him, but he’s never complained or flinched or anything about me stomping around, so.”

“Okay, good to know,” Roxy said. “As for Rose and Dirk, I’ll try and talk with them before I leave tonight, kay? See if I can’t get them to rethink things.”

“Thank fuck,” Karkat said.

(Never one to make a promise she didn’t plan on keeping, Roxy made sure to talk to Rose and Dirk before leaving. Rose had seemed kind of annoyed at Roxy’s suggestion to maaaaybe chill out just a little bit with Dave, but said she’d try, at least. Dirk seemed more thoughtful, especially at the idea that making noise around Dave might actually be a good thing. Hopefully, things would get better, but Roxy was fully prepared to be visiting on the regular, just to make sure. With cousins this stubborn, you could never be too careful.)

After Roxy had gone home, Karkat went to check on Dave. The kid had come out of his room a few more times, spending a bit longer outside each time and, to Karkat’s surprised delight, actually did seem like he was getting more comfortable around Roxy. (Karkat himself begrudgingly had to admit, this particular ‘family’ person was…pretty great.) Still, he was clearly exhausted by the end of the day, and Karkat wanted to just…make sure he was right.

That, and he’d noticed something that had sparked his curiosity.

He ended up in Dave’s room, sitting on the floor and idly chatting as Dave lay on his back on his sleeping platform.

Eventually, Dave sighed. “Okay, whatever question you’re sitting on is lighting a fire under your ass, dude, I can smell it roasting away from over here. Just hurry up and ask it, already, before you fuckin’ burn everyone’s breakfast.”

“I…shouldn’t,” Karkat said. “I’m not enough of an asshole to go prying into other peoples’ personal shit, curiosity or not, and I’m not sure it’s something you want to talk about. You went really quiet when it almost came up with Roxy.”

“I don’t know Roxy, man,” Dave said. “I mean, I like her, but I ain’t known her long enough to be comfortable talking about some things. Haven’t known you long either, sure, but…I dunno, you’re easy to talk to, I guess?” Dave muttered something Karkat couldn’t make out over the pounding of his pump biscuit. Stupid definitely-not-a-pale-crush, now was not the time to get all sappy over an admission of trust. He’d spent enough time with humans and witnessing some of their media by now to get that humans were idiotically trusting in general, it didn’t necessarily mean anything. “Look,” Dave continued, “all your fidgeting is making me nervous just watching you. Go ahead and ask the question, get it off your chest, and if I ain’t comfortable answering, I’ll say so.”

Karkat took a deep breath. “I guess I just…feel a little confused, about some of the things you said about talking to people online.” Dave stiffened slightly, and again, Karkat watched his hand shift (mindlessly, it seemed) to cover the scar across his cheek, just like it had before. “You mentioned that you knew you were breaking a really dangerous rule, but why risk talking to your friends if you knew how much trouble you’d be in? You haven’t exactly been the reckless type in the time I’ve known you, it just feels fucking weird to me.”

Dave was very quiet for a long moment. “I guess I just…” he said, slow and thoughtful, “Kinda needed to talk to someone, y’know?”

Another long, quiet moment. Karkat almost started to talk, but Dave continued suddenly, “Maybe I’m just…too fuckin’ weak to be the fuckin’ warrior Bro wanted of me, I dunno. But John and Jade…I could just talk to them without having to worry about swords or about always being perfectly fucking composed or whatever. Just be a stupid fucking kid for a little while, you know? The only other people around were Bro, Be- uh, some of his guys, maybe whoever worked at whatever apartment building or motel we were at that time, maybe a guy working a corner store. And that was it, that’s all I had to talk to, and it was fucking exhausting, man. I guess at the time it was worth the risk just to feel…”

“Happy?” Karkat offered.

“…Human,” Dave said, softly.

Karkat blinked. “As opposed to what? How do you not feel human?”

Dave shrugged. “I dunno, man, I spend a lot of time just going around on autopilot. Feeling numb, because it’s better than having to deal with…shit I’m not strong enough to handle.”

“…And you’re still doing that?”

“Not today, so much,” Dave said. “Today was nice. Roxy’s easy to hang with, like, I can fuckin’ worry a little less and relax a tiny fuckin’ bit, same as with you.” Dave snorted. “Wow, fuck, that sounded a lot gayer out loud than it did in my head, what the fuck.”

Karkat quirked an eyebrow, but decided not to comment.

Silence stretched before them again. Dave rolled over and half buried his face in his sleeping cushion.

“He caught me, talkin’ to Jade at three in the morning,” he said. “Totally flipped out on me. I mean, I knew he would be mad if he ever caught me, but I wasn’t expecting…” He shifted his grip tighter on the sleeping cushion, his voice slightly muffled, but his mouth just uncovered enough that Karkat still heard every word. “Any time I broke a rule, made a mistake, whatever, the deal was always the same. Grab your sword, meet me on the roof, we settle this with blades. And it sucked, but I could deal with it, you know? Try and redeem myself by fighting back well enough to prove I’m not a total failure, ‘cept he always totally kicked my ass, but that was my fault for not being better. This time, though, he totally fuckin’ snapped. I’ve never seen him that angry, man, not before, not since. He didn’t even let me grab my sword, just dragged me off to the roof unarmed. Gave me this,” he gestured at the white line on his cheek, “and a few others, slapped the flat of the blade over my back a few times, and while I was too fuckin sore n’ dizzy to do anything about it, he broke my phone and my laptop right in front of me. Couldn’t hardly move for a week afterwards.”

“Fuck,” Karkat whispered.

“I guess…” Dave said. “I mean, I probably got no right to tell anyone how to handle parenting shit, since I’m still a fuckin’ dumbass kid, but. If there was ever a time he went too far, I think that mighta been it, y’know?”

“I think I can see why you never tried to contact anyone online afterwards, that’s for fucking sure,” Karkat said. “Holy fuck, Dave.”

“It was just the one time, though,” he said, softly. “I think he felt bad about it. He didn’t try and make me strife him or anything for a good two weeks afterward, so.”

“Yeah, and that just makes it all fucking better,” Karkat grumbled. “Dave, holy shit, I was literally raised by a goddamn animal and my lusus sure as fuck never did anything near that vicious to me, what the fuck!”

“Sorry,” Dave mumbled. “I dunno why I told you all that, sorry, fuck.”

“It’s fine,” Karkat said, “holy shit, I’m not mad at you, okay? I’m mad that your fucking guardian thought this was remotely okay, and I’m mad about a lot of other shit, too, but not at you.”

“Kay,” Dave said, his face now fully buried in the sleeping cushion. Karkat, after a moment’s hesitation, rested his hand on Dave’s shoulder. Karkat didn’t miss Dave flinch slightly at the touch, but the human didn’t pull away, nor did he raise his head.

“Fuck, I dunno why I’m choosing now of all times to have a goddamned moment,” said Dave. “You don’t deserve to put up with this shit, man, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t mind,” said Karkat. “It’s fine, Dave, really.”

“I’m,” said Dave, swallowing thickly, “I’m sorry, man, I just. I think I need to be alone a while.”

“…Alright,” said Karkat. “Just come get me if you change your mind, okay? Even if it’s the middle of the night, or whatever. Fuck knows I don’t sleep on this planet anyway, so it’s not like you have to worry about waking me up.”

Dave made an affirmative noise. Karkat left the room with a feeling of guilt crawling in the depths of his hunger sack.

—That hand on his shoulder had felt, for a moment, like the nicest goddamn thing in the entire world. He’d been lying, he hadn’t wanted Karkat to leave at all, but —

But it was too much. If he’d let the guy stay, fuck knew what would’ve happened. He’d already spilled his guts about that night talking to Jade, and the poor bastard was involved in this shit enough, he didn’t deserve any of that. Didn’t deserve to deal with some asshole human he barely knew crying all over him like the fucking loser he was.

And he was, he was a complete fucking disaster. Every time Roxy’d hugged him, he’d had to fight off the old urges he’d been suppressing for years, to be a complete clingy asshole and beg for more affection. He didn’t need it, he was strong, it was fine. Except, it wasn’t fine, because being hugged like that, without the suddenness he was getting used to from Mom, it felt warm and safe and every time he’d wanted to melt into it, and Karkat’s hand resting on his shoulder had almost pushed him over the edge.

He couldn’t let that happen, he just couldn’t.

Besides, making friends and getting attached was only gonna make shit harder for both of them when he had to leave.

Or he could stay.

Haha. Yeah, right.

Dave groaned, and tried desperately to stop thinking.

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