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faela404 · 1 year
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☆ The Library ☆
kazuha x gn! reader
prompt: - you and kazuha attend the same university, him being a english lit major and you being a person in stem😎 your paths never crossed until that day in the library…
*this is an smau so please do expect a lot of twitter posts and messages to read, there will be proper writing too but, it will mostly be that!!*
warning! just a lot of writing
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☆ you’re late. ☆
10:57pm
this is it! today marks the first day of kazuha and i working together to finish our own projects, and im already running late.
i’m not so sure how much help i can be to his assignment, i barely remember anything from high school english. i’ll try my best though!
god, i hope he’s good at cleaning or i’m never going to get this finished.
however, all of that will be down the drain if i don’t hurry up and get there.
this really is on brand for me at this point, being late got me stuck cleaning the library in the first place and being late’s going to be the thing that stops me from getting any help cleaning it.
11:17pm
great, 20 minutes late. i really hope he isn’t angry with me.
he’s seems like a pretty chill guy, but even chill guys can loose their cool.
carefully, i step into the cold library, only to be met by complete silence.
oh god what if he’s left already? my brain swirls with a hundred notions and questions to explain this deafening silence, until i’m ripped from my own thoughts by his beautiful voice.
“you’re late” he called to me from his seat. he was tucked away in a tiny nook in between the book cases. no wonder i didn’t see him at first.
“i’m so sorry, i had a nap and woke up later than i was meant too, i had to rush to get ready-“ i began rambling on until i was cut off again, by a small laugh.
he was laughing at me, he wasn’t mad.
“it’s quite alright, let’s get started shall we? i figured i’d start cleaning while you familiarise yourself with the topic and materials for my assignment. sound like a plan?” he gestured towards the seat he was previously occupying as he began walking towards my cleaning equipment.
“haha, yeah that sounds like a plan” i sat down and began reading over everything: his assignment brief, the blurbs of all the books he had read for it, the parts of the assignment he had done.
from what i can gather, his assignment is on shakespeare and why his writing style fit so well for his time. he had to write atleast 10 pages on said topic along while including annotated texts from each book used. kazuha decided he would use romeo and juliet and macbeth as his main focuses. they’re quite basic choices but that makes it easier for me i suppose.
after familiarising myself with the topic of his assignment enough that i could be of some help, i turned to beckon kazuha over, only to find he had already cleaned half of a whole section of the library.
holy shit, this is gonna go by so fast.
12:46am
we’d been working on his assignment for over and hour now with us finally finishing his 6th page. it didn’t take too long to pack up our things and make our way towards the entrance of the library.
slipping out into the cold winter air, we began walking together towards my dorm.
“you really don’t have to walk me back, kazuha”
“i know, but it’s the least i can do after you helped me today” he sent a small smile my way.
“besides, it’s in a similar direction to my car so it won’t take me much longer to get to my apartment”
oh so he’s rich rich, got it.
“oh right, i forgot you don’t live on campus”
this felt nice, he’s a really kind person so i’m glad we get to talk like this.
after a few more minutes of mindless chatting, we arrived infront of my dorms.
“thank you for walking me back kazuha, i really appreciate it” i smiled at him as i began to turn towards the entrance of my dorms.
until i feel his hand wrap around my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.
“wait, y/n” he mumbles.
is something wrong? did i do something? i look towards him, confused.
“would it be okay if i got your number?” he met my eyes. god his eyes look so beautiful in this light, i can see the hints of a brighter red swirling through them like the autumn leaves floating to the ground.
“of course you can kazuha, that way i can let you know when im gonna be late, haha” i pull out my phone in order to exchange numbers with the man infront of me.
“haha yeah of course” he shoots me a smile as he types his number in my phone.
we swapped our phones back before bidding eachother goodnight. i watch as he walks away towards the carpark before finally retreating into my dorms.
1:16am
i feel my phone buzz in my pocket.
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a/n - when theres only one piece of social media stuff in an smau-
no but really, i hope ya’ll enjoyed this chapter! they’re progressinggggggg so proud of them-
i also wrote most of this with my cat just laying on my shoulder and neck-
thank you all for the continued support on this series and please remember to take care of yourself <3
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nightmare-the-cat · 29 days
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Crimson Wings III
Hunter becomes Lucifer’s equivalent of a secretary, using a Rune Stone (old time hell newspaper/mail dispenser) and the radio to keep up with current goings on-with all the facts he can gather.
…………
There had been a rather important change in Lucifer’s routine as of late.
“Sir-I have the daily report ready, if you’re ready for it”
The voice was timid, but it was a far cry better than the complete silence they’d started with. Lucifer chuckled and turned in his seat, current project in hand, to find Hunter waiting stiffly for permission to begin.
With just a little hand wave, all the tension in his shoulders melted away, and the little blonde began his self-assigned daily report once more.
“Okay, so starting with what you seemed to care about most from previous reports, here is an update regarding the discovery of that dead Exorcist after the latest Extermination-its been released that only a severed head had been recovered, no sign of a body, so I suppose now we know why the next Extermination is in four months instead of ten” Hunter hummed, pacing back and fourth with a little bit of flourish. “Your daughters hotel on the edge of Pride has another confirmed resident-side note, the amount of disrespect towards her in the media is borderline disturbing-and that, quote, “off brand shithole” Loo Loo Land in Greed has burned down-“
The report continued on for the next ten minutes, Hunter always starting with what Lucifer would deem most important or relevant, then going down a list of things that could be of note, all ended with the flimsy “gossip” and “business” sections that were mostly there for Hunters sake.
At the end of the report, Lucifer stuck the finished rubber duck on Hunters head, this one stylized to look like a Blue Jay, another little habit they’d gotten into.
“Nope, Flapjack wasn’t one of those either-but it’s a decent guess” the blonde hummed with a smile, retrieving the little bird from his head and carefully placing it on the “Incorrect Guess” shelf, right below a tiny outcrop labeled “Flapjack”. “Shall I move on to your mail? We’ve finally reached the end of our catch-up summaries-and there’s even a few messages for today”
“Of course” Lucifer hummed, taking note of how far to the right the latest guess was placed, before gathering up his cup of lukewarm tea and settling back down. “I’m sure the Goetia are going off on me for ignoring them”
“Well, you’re half right. But for a start, last months mail-all of it was junk, but there’s some things of interest-phony ransoms via some imp mafia, a report from a hell incident on earth involving Beelzejuice and… a fish, and some tabloids speculating about possible relations between an imp and one of the big seven-nothing new there” the boy hummed, quickly moving down the scroll. “Onto current events-I’ve managed to get you off the list of all those junk adverts someone signed you up for, as today was free and clear!”
“Ah, what would I have done without you?” Lucifer chuckled, to which Hunter cackled, turning to face the king of hell with amusement.
“Been buried alive like I was when you finally checked your Rune Stone-that’s what” the boy hummed, before turning back to his list, ignorant of the proud smile that was sent his way. “Now-there are some demands here from the Ars Goetia for a formal party….”
…………
Another perk of having Hunter as a (self-appointed) sort of secretary around the manor was that the boy brought up a lot of good points about the current state of hell. For instance, despite his discomfort with voicing his personal opinions on political matters, he was not afraid to speak up if he felt something needed to be addressed.
In this case, it was more like something that needed to be checked up on.
“So, I’ve gathered you haven’t been checking in on the other major sins since… seven years ago, approximately?”
It wasn’t too out of the blue of a question-Hunter sometimes dictated Lucifer’s mail responses due to his insane speed-writing skills, not to mention his rifling and summation of all the unread mail from the last five years. Nowadays he did his secretarial work in the corner of Lucifer’s study, both from Lucifer’s own insistence, and the logical idea that he could ask relevant questions without feeling like he was intruding on something.
“Mm-yeah, pretty much. Lilith was more invested in keeping the Sins in check, though” Lucifer hummed, gently sculpting a crest on his current little red-breasted rubber-robin-duck. “They’re mostly kind of…. How to put this appropriately…. Assholes?”
“And… you don’t think it’s a BAD idea to leave the other rings of hell to their own devices? Unchecked?” Hunter questioned, which gave Lucifer pause. “Far be it from me to tell you what should be done, but I DO have experience in managing a similar political climate-even if the prophet-king in charge was an obsessive control freak-and leaving the only people who can challenge your power to their own devices can have pretty… INTENSE, consequences”
For the second time that day, Lucifer turned to look at Hunter, who had a rather strained expression on his face.
“Okay” Lucifer said slowly, filing that disturbing bit of information away for later. It was screaming “cult” vibes and he was NOT liking it-but Hunter did have a point that needed to be addressed. “What do you propose I do now?”
“Well, for starters, a voluntary meeting within the next month-it will tell you which sins are power hungry boot lickers, curious about your motives, or legitimately loyal to you. It’s enough prep time for me to make the manor look presentable, but soon enough that it will only be a priority for sins who care” the blonde explained, quickly scribbling down a little chart with the crests of the other sins and a timetable. “Then, once we know who’s interested, and you casually talk about whatever policies you want to enforce, we make a second, mandatory meeting date at a later time for ALL sins- including an escort for those who try to blow it off-and make ironclad proclamations about what codes of conduct the sins need to follow going forward-and appropriate consequences for code violations”
It was very apparent Hunter had been thinking on this for a while. If Lucifer was honest, it sounded like a fair and reasonable plan of action, gouging out supporters before making non-negotiable laws. It also gave those who held support a voice before the laws would be solidified.
This wasn’t just “political experience”, this was political EXPERTISE-at least in a climate similar to hell. The ramifications of that made Lucifer squirm a little on the inside. Hunter himself had admitted he died young-like, MINOR young, what kind of person had put a BOY in charge of a government? He didn’t know-but if he ever found the sinner responsible, it would not be a pretty execution.
“I’ll admit-this is a good plan, and you have a point about my negligence in keeping the sins in line” Lucifer hummed, slinking up to the boy and giving the little chart a look over. Hunter flinched when Lucifer then cupped the side of his face, the side with that scar, but didn’t pull away. “This… “political experience” you speak of… were you given any power of your own over others?”
“Oh, heavens no. My title was mostly just that-a title. I had no real power-just a name to be respected” the blonde admitted, trying to look away, but Lucifer held his head in place. “…I was an errand boy at best. My opinion held no weight. Anything I brought up to improve political relations was thrown out. I was a figurehead-and that was it, though I didn’t realize it until….”
Hunter went silent, and Lucifer let him look away this time, hand moving to the boys armored shoulder instead.
He never questioned the choice of armor on a sinner before, but…
It didn’t bode well for what this boys life experience had been.
“Well, you’re here with me now, and I think you have a good head on your shoulders” Lucifer chuckled, ruffling the boys hair before summoning up a little manifesto of his own. “Now, why don’t we start planning a little shindig for our impending guests? If we want to reclaim some order in hell, it’s best to have a warm welcome waiting for them!”
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a ramble on my personal canon that turned into a ramble about the production and universe implications of the TVS and RWS
*cracks knuckles despite not being able to* today i shall talk about my personal canon for ttte/rws because i'm in the mood for an infodump :sunglasses:
you may be wondering, jade, what the hell is this supposed to mean? basically it's me trying to stitch a patchwork of the classic series canon, hit era, cgi, rws, and my own oc stuff to my liking.
...and i'll also admit i wrote this really tired, but I wanted to infodump so bad. putting the rest below the cut!
so far, my most simple summary of it so far is that it's mostly the RWS with the timeline of the model series. things from the RWS happen in the order they happened in the TVS (albeit not with the exact same execution as the RWS or the TVS all the time). Series 5's events happen, as do series 6's and maybe some of series 7's? But also, events that didn't get adapted to the model series happen, as to characters, such as Bear and two entire railways. I also wanted to take some characters from hit era and beyond, albeit I'm not sure I have a complete list yet.
I'm also including the UHR, aka the Ulfstead Heritage Railway, my original smaller railway that kinda... happened. Basically, a variation on Toby's Discovery happens, and the controllers of the railways, not quite sure what to do with it, end up with an offer from my oc, Tiffany Lancaster. She offers to run the track and perhaps then some as a heritage railway. Restoration ensues! It connects to the Skarloey, as seemingly shown in the show, and the NWR. I also decided it runs around inside Ulfstead itself and a bit further south to the Ulfstead Castle and The Mansion, which I'm using the RWS canon for and saying they're a preserved castle and mansion-turned-expensive-fancypants-hotel respectively. Sorry, no Estate Railway here... maybe, I haven't watched relevant CGI episodes yet, but something about a castle on top of a mine sounds horribly structurally unstable. But it's not like anyone lives at that castle anyways.
Other things I'm consolidating include: Toby's Branch Line and the Arlesdale Railway run near each other, like in the 2014 map of Sodor. I've elected to put Toby's Old Line on Sodor like in the TVS. James's red coat of paint comes after his accident, like in the RWS and CGI canons. Thomas just kinda Showed Up, like in the RWS. And Henry doesn't need the special coal post-rebuild like in the RWS, albeit he still might have some occasional problems.
honestly, i just wanted to write this because I was sorting out my OC event timeline for my fanbooks, realized I've been using the TVS timeline the entire time, remembered I had a personal canon, and then went wild assigning series to events and year estimates.
And, to be fair, in-universe, these stories were NOT written at the time they happened or anywhere near 'em until much later into my fanbooks, if at all. My stories are written in modern day both in-universe and out because of whatever the heck the Secondman got up to, so this is a bit loose! And setting them in more vague years, like the TVS did, might help me in the long run somehow. Toward the Christopher Awdry part of the RWS's run, more stories were written just so the TVS could have stories to base things off of, so I'm genuinely unsure if they're supposed to be records of a past year in the RWS canon or set closer to the year they were written or what. I may have worded that weird because I'm tired, but basically, if those stories were written to be scrambled in with the others in the early TVS, does that mean that they took place during different times rather than when one would think the books are set?
Despite being the guy who posted the links to RWS resources, I still don't know as much as I'd like to, LOL. And consolidating multiple canons, while fun, is tiring. So with this, I shall end this ramble. Goodnight. I leave you with MS Paint Wesley whom I drew with a mouse and also whilst very tired. I could not wrap my head around perspective tonight LOL
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wonlouvre · 3 years
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Yayyy i absolutely love your writing!!
I would like to request a Hoshi × gn!idol! Reader angst+fluff imagine where Soonyoung cheers/takes care of his reserved s/o who has been having a hard time and has opened up to him about it for the first time. S/o is someone who can't say no easily and because of that their workload had increased a lot. But in the end they can't hold themselves any longer and breaks down.
strength | k. sy.
pairing: hoshi x gn!idol reader genre: fluff, angst, then fluff again warnings: mentions of anxiety, physical and mental tiredness (please tell me if i missed anything!) word count: 1.8k+ (i honestly don’t even know anymore)
💌: thank you very much for requesting! i made some tweaks here and there and i hope you still like it! thank you for loving my writing as well :’( it really means a lot that <3 i hope you like this!
Soonyoung was aware that you’d be coming from Japan for your collaborative magazine photoshoot. He just didn’t know that you’d be going straight from the airport at four o’clock in the morning. 
He thought he read your message wrong saying that you’re on your way to the assigned shooting location. As far as he’s concerned, the call time was at seven a.m. He had to do a double take while squinting his eyes over the brightness of his phone but when he saw another bubble pop out saying you’re already there, he immediately jumped off his bed to shower. 
He misses you. You’ve been going in and out of the country because of promotions and the chances of getting to see you has been slim to none. If he ever meets with you, it will be short because either one of you has to go back to work or has to go back to bed because there is a flight to catch the next day. It’s obviously tough. But your relationship perseveres. 
Soonyoung will do everything to make it work and you are together with him on that. So if it means he has to shower half-asleep and wear his boxers backwards just to see you, he’d never mind.
Your Japanese album tour started and ended successfully but work didn’t stop from there. You were just getting started. Before leaving the said country, you were fully booked for live television performances, interviews, variety shows and the like. It was exhausting but, it was an opportunity that you couldn’t miss out on for the world even if you wanted to. 
Soonyoung is proud of you and he will always be. Heart eyes were formed whenever he got the chance to watch your performances whether it be from a paid livestream event or from kind fans sharing and uploading their videos or photos on Twitter or Instagram. He’s even more in love when it’s in person and he gets to watch your performance plus enjoy it with your never failing supportive fans. 
However, Soonyoung is also worried because he knows you’re also tired. He knows how fulfilling it is to do what you love the most, but he’s no stranger to the physically and mentally tiring part of it. He wasn’t even surprised to catch you asleep on the couch when he arrived at your dressing room. 
Your manager’s eyes brightened when they saw him, quickly standing up from the chair to give him a hug. 
“They told me they just need a fifteen minute nap,” they whisper against Soonyoung’s shoulder as he hugs them back. “But we both know they need more than that.”
Soonyoung sadly smiles while his eyes never leave your curled form. He mutters a simple “I’ll take it from here” while your manager excuses themself to buy everyone breakfast. 
It’s a challenge to take you into his arms without disturbing your sleep because he doesn’t want that from happening. He just wants to hold you for the remaining time without interruption from other people. He just wants to hold you and share this moment of calm before the lights and camera get into action later. 
Soonyoung’s thankful you didn't, although he still felt your lips lightly ghost against his jaw, telling him that you know that he’s here. He brings your legs over his lap while he cradles your head close to his neck. He wishes to lay down, but the couch is too cramped for two bodies so he’d have to settle with this position. He guesses it’s fine with how you deeply inhale his scent and snuggle closer and closer, locking your arms around his waist with no intentions of letting go. 
Just like you, he falls asleep, completely comfortable and content in finally having you in his arms again. 
Your tangled bodies were shaken to wake up at least an hour later. Both of your managers have food in their hand, ready to energize the two of you up before moving forward with the hair and makeup. The agenda for today includes a photoshoot with several changes of outfit, a short shoot for an audio video presentation and lastly an interview or question and answer of some sort. 
Your relationship has been publicly known for two years already. Some fans have been supportive while some have been angry. It’s nothing new and it’s nothing the two of you could care about at this point. 
Countless projects have been offered to the two of you during the course of those two years whether it be a song or dance performance, a guesting on a famous variety show and even a three second cameo appearance on a drama. They’re all lovely offers and you would love to participate, but the two of you made a decision to keep the relationship private. Sure, you’ll accept it from time to time. But, it’s still very limited to one to two songs to sing or dance to together and some magazine photoshoots. Just like now. 
By far, this is the third time the two of you would be featured on a magazine cover. Your respective publicists already know how to communicate to the publishing company your terms and conditions. Questions about your relationship are allowed, but to a certain number only. The rest will be about what’s mostly seen by fans and the rest of the public which is automatically your music. 
The concept is not necessarily daringly romantic. After all, what you’re trying to promote here is the clothes. But your chemistry is maintained with a few fleeting touches here and there. In one shot, you two were holding hands and the other has his arm is loosely wrapped around your neck. 
You and Soonyoung are careful to not get lost in each other’s eyes during the short breaks in between because the cameras were still rolling. Although, his soft touches on your hand and arm still lingered. On the other hand, you help him fix his hair whenever he gets excited and jumps from time to time. You could kiss him right now, but again, you want to be careful. 
The shoot concluded faster than you thought and the next thing you know, the two of you are sitting side by side with a camera blinking red in front, ready to record the interview included in the contract. 
The interview consisted of questions that’s nothing out of the ordinary. The magazine asked about your favorite go-to styles lately, your look inspirations, a little bit of this or that, your recent music releases or favorite music releases at the moment and of course something about your relationship that you're comfortable and willing enough to share. 
But one particular question caught you off guard that you had to hold your tears and brave through the rest of the interview without showing any signs that you’re about to cry.
“How have you guys been lately, individually?”
“I’ve been great,” you quickly answer with a smile that didn’t even reach your eyes. The camera may not have noticed, but Soonyoung did. It took a lot of patience and restraint for your boyfriend to stop himself from cutting the interviewer off to ask you again how you really have been. 
Everything that was in store for the two of you today ends and when the cameras are gone, you and Soonyoung hand in hand walk back to your dressing room. It’s a relief that this is the last project for the day and you’re glad you could get some rest for the coming week.
Your body slumps on the couch while the staff pack up. You puff out a breath before closing your eyes. You wish you could yell out how tired you are lately. Work piled up over the course of six months and you couldn’t have at least two days away from the makeup and flashing lights. 
Soonyoung bites his lower lip as he settles beside you. He’s contemplating whether he should ask you now or later because he doesn’t want you to grow conscious and shut yourself away. He knows how brave and strong you are. But he also wants you to know that you can trust him and that if you ever need a shoulder to cry or at least lean on, his are more than welcoming. 
“You okay, babe?” He asks in the quiet as the staff leaves one by one. “Anything bothering you?”
You surprise him by sitting up straight and opening your eyes, welling with tears. That makes him shoot up and instantly hug you close. “Oh baby.”
You finally cry and set free the tears that you’ve been locking deep within you. You thought you could brave through this pain and anxiety without having the need to shed any vulnerability. You thought this shall pass soon. You thought you could do this. 
But here you are now letting go with sniffles and shaking shoulders as Soonyoung gently caresses the top of your head. 
He hates to see you cry. But it’s only right to let you. 
“I just feel like I’m going to miss out on everything if I turn down any project offered to me.”
Soonyoung pouts when he hears what’s been bothering you. It took a while for you to calm down and finally talk, but it’s okay. He doesn’t mind. He will never mind. 
“I understand, honey,” he assures you and wipes your tear stained cheek. “And there’s nothing wrong with feeling that way.”
Your lips shake again and crying makes you want to hide. Without hesitation, you crawl to your boyfriend’s lap and wrap your arms around his shoulder. Soonyoung doesn’t complain and just keeps you close, protective arms around your waist.
The dressing room is empty except for the two of you. The staff got the message once Soonyoung pleaded with them through his eyes to give you some time with him since you’re already done for the day.
“It’s also okay to work and work,” he continues, soothing hands rubbing against your back. “But at some point, it’s also okay to take a break for them.”
You pull away and rest your hands on his neck. “Even though I’m going to miss out?”
Soonyoung nods and leans his forehead against yours. “Yes and there’s also nothing wrong with that.”
“I seriously want to go on a trip with my family,” you say and sigh. “And of course, with you too.”
Soonyoung can’t help but giggle. “I’d love to. How about next month? Let’s go somewhere with your family or friends. Where do you want to go? What do you want to do?”
Your boyfriend’s enthusiasm puts a smile on your face and this time, the smile reaches your eyes. “Let’s go somewhere quiet first. I want to take a long nap before we proceed to do anything that needs an awake body.”
“You got it, babe,” Soonyoung promises and kisses your lips.
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realm-of-rosie · 3 years
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✎ Make the Bad Days Better | My Hero Academia
↠ Izuku, Shoto, Denki × Reader
↠ Reverse Comfort + Fluff | Scenarios
↠ Before You Read:
:)) hi there :)) respectfully, ily
↠ Rules for Requesting | Masterlist
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• izuku
"hey loser," you jokingly greet the boy sitting by himself at the island in the middle of the dorm kitchen, drumming his fingers on the counter while staring at the shelves above the sink.
he doesn't reply or make any sort of gesture or sound of acknowledgement that he heard or noticed you were there which concerned you and had you discarding the cookies uraraka offered to bake so you could slide onto the counter and sit next to where he laid his arm.
"izuku?" you poke his arm, "is it because i ate one of your mochi during lunch? i can buy you another one!"
"no," izuku mumbles, facing away from you.
"is it because i copied off of your work for the english assignment?"
"no, please leave me alone,"
"you don't look like you should be left alone right now,"
"i'm fine," he reassures you with a weak smile as you pat his head comfortingly.
"if you're fine, then you can stand for few seconds so i can hug you,"
he stands, sighing softly and opening his arms for you to fall into, laughing lightly and embracing him tightly.
"there," he lets go after a short while but you didn't yield, only tightening the hug.
"you call that a hug?" you ask him, baffled, "gimme a minute or two, your arms are comfortable,"
"fine, just a minute,"
"...or maybe five, five's more fun,"
• shoto
shoto often found your chatter - mostly a one-sided conversation with him listening and clinging on to your every word while he worked - a brilliant past-time and distraction. the hour or more during the days he spends hearing about the mundane everyday things you witness in your life distracted him from his own.
it was an unspoken ritual you both spend whenever you could
today however, his mind was in a swirl of thoughts and words and worries that he completely forgot that you didn't have extracurriculars today and you sat next to him on the roof of the building already talking and greeting him and he wasn't sure how to get you to stop.
"i'm sorry, but i'm not in the mood today," shoto interrupts your story of the cat tsu found when you walked with her to lunch.
"bad day huh," you pat his back sympathetically, "should i go?"
shoto shakes his head no.
looking forward, you stare at the scenery in the distance when he does, exhaling and after a while, shoto looks back at you.
"hey,"
"mhm?"
"it doesn't feel like you're here if you aren't talking,"
"shall i continue talking?"
"no, i wouldn't be able to focus,"
"would you like to...i dont know, hold my hand or something?"
you could practically hear the cogs turning around in his head when he started at your extended hand.
"i guess we can try that," shoto slowly links his fingers with yours and with a little adjustment, your hands were resting on your thighs.
your hand felt felt comfortable in his and he thought that maybe, just maybe, this can be another one of your guys' things.
• denki
it wasn't often that denki came to you completely drained and exhausted, he always had some semblance of energy and motivation to interact with you even if just for a few minutes before he nods off into dreamland.
so it was a surprise when he stood behind you and plopped his forehead on your shoulder while you sat on the sofa and almost immediately, your hand found its way to his blonde locks, gently scratching at his head then he sighs.
"sit," you command simply, laying a pillow on your lap that he falls on facefirst, causing his legs to stick out uncomfortably off the sofa, "oh, do you want to move somewhere more comfy?"
"later," he mumbles tiredly, "i am too tired to move,"
"look on the bright side, exams are over!"
"i am not interested in looking at any sides today," he groans, adjusting so he now had his face up facing you, "damn are you a sight for sore eyes,"
"go ahead and take a nap denki," you roll your eyes playfully, stroking your hand through his hair, "i'll wake you up when it's time to eat,"
"can i hibernate instead? naps are too short, sleep is too short, i should just go ahead and dih a hole to sleep in,"
"humans can't hibernate silly,"
"i can try,"
"you're only gonna end up waking up because you're hungry,"
"fine, i won't try hibernating,"
"good," you peck his forehead, "you did so good today, and it's totally fine that you should rest, alright?"
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wand3ringr0s3 · 3 years
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hey there delilah (muggle!au fred weasley x reader)
summary: It had been Fred and Delilah for the past 5 years but now its time for his little girl to head off to school. The last thing Fred expected was to fall in love with his daughters teacher.
a/n: DAD FRED!! it’s been too long since I wrote a dad Fred and this idea was just calling my name. This is an American Muggle AU btw! This is also written completely in 3rd person which I’ve never done lol. Might make a part 2 bc im obsessed with dad Fred
warnings: Single father fred, mentions of adoption, delilah is adopted, mentions of food, small mention of throwing up. Mostly fluffy though promise
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Fred wasn’t ready to send his little girl off to school. It had been him and her against the world for 5 years and now he was just supposed to let her go off to kindergarten? 
All alone? 
With his job as a small business owner, making time for his daughter wasn’t an easy task but he spent as much time as he could with her before. She would often help out at his little joke/magic shop. The customers loved her. 
But now she has reached the age where it was time to send her off to school. Fred was going to miss the days at the shop. He would pack his lunch and then hers in a matching lunchbox. She would color and play with toys while Fred worked and then sometimes on Uncle Georges’s lunch break the two would go for ice cream. He was probably more scared than she was, but it wasn’t every day he had to say goodbye to his girl. 
He was in, as George called it, panicked dad mode. 
“You ready pumpkin?” Fred straightens her jacket for what seems to be the 7th time today. 
“Daddy I'm fine!” Delilah was counting down the days to starting Kindergarten, she was over the moon about getting to go for her first day. 
Fred’s heart ached but he was ready to let go for her first day. The elementary school was within walking distance so Fred, all dressed in work clothes and holding his matching lunchbox takes Delilah by the hand and walks to school with her. Skipping and hanging off his arm she’s squealing in delight as they approach the school. 
“Daddy look!” She makes grabby hands at Fred who picks her up with a smile. “That’s a playground!” Fred makes a goofy smile as she wriggles out of his arms and runs to the front of the school. 
“Delilah!” Fred calls as he takes off after her. Kneeling down in front of her, he takes one last tearful look at his growing little girl. 
“Here’s your lunch, I’ll pick you up after school and we can go for Ice cream alright?” She nods excitedly and takes off towards the playground. Holding back tears he watches her run off. To his confusion, she stops and turns around. 
“Wait daddy!” Fred kneels back down as Delilah runs and jumps into his arms, wrapping her small arms around him. 
“Love you daddy,” Fred no longer holds back a few tears as he hugs her tightly.
 “Love you too pumpkin, now go get ‘em” With that signature Weasley grin she heads back to the playground. 
“How are you holding up Freddie?” George asks as Fred walks through the door of the shop. Fred had a sad look on his face as he flipped the sign to open and throws his coat on the counter. 
“I’m alright, I know she’s going to have fun but I already miss her.” Fred leans against the counter with a frown. The door jingles and George stands up straighter. 
“Morning Mrs. Johnson! Looking wonderful today.” George sends her a wink making her laugh. 
“You flatter me boy, my grandson raves about your shop and he’s visiting again today so I just had to stop by to pick up a few things.” George gives Fred a look and steps out of the counter. 
“How about some of our trick chocolate? Looks just like regular chocolate but it’s filled with gross flavors.” 
“Oh that’s perfect!” George picks up a few other things for her and then plops them on the counter. 
“What’s wrong Fred?” Mrs. Johnson asks noticing the miserable look on Freds face. 
“It’s Delilah’s first day of school, I miss her.” Fred says sadly. 
“Aw you poor boy, I know how hard it is. I was a wreck when my boys went off to school for the first time. Though as they got older getting them out of the house was a blessing.” Fred smiles softly as he rings up her order. 
“If she’s anything like her dad she’ll be just fine.” She says resting a hand on Fred's. Giving her a grateful smile, he throws in a few extra little fun things and hands her the bag. 
“You have a good day Mrs. Johnson.” 
“You boys stay out of trouble and tell Delilah I said hi!” She calls as she exits the shop. 
“She’s right you know, Delilah has her wonderful dad and way cooler uncle to take after.” George jokes making Fred roll his eyes. 
“She’ll be just fine.” The rest of the day went by slow for Fred. Work was busy but he kept looking towards the corner that Delilah used to sit at and color. At lunch Fred stared at his lunchbox while eating his sandwich, already missing his girl. 
Finally the clock hit 3 pm and school was over. Fred arrived 15 minutes too early and spent his time awkwardly leaning on a fence and checking his phone. That familiar sound of the bell rings throughout the school and kids start filing out of class. Being tall Fred was able to look over a few parents for Delilah. 
“Daddy!” her familiar voice catches his attention. A wide smile breaks out on his face as he spots her in the crowd of kids.
“Pumpkin! How was your first day!” Fred picks her up and swings her around making her scream in excitement. 
“So fun! My teacher gave us notebooks and we got to decorate! Look!” She pulls out a notebook covered in glitter and stickers. 
“Wow! So pretty princess,” Picking her up in one arm Fred listens as she talks animatedly about her new friends and her new teacher who she loved. Delilah loved Kindergarten and though it was rough for Fred, seeing his little girl so happy made him happy.
The two fell into a little rhythm where Fred would drop her off and pick her up from school and every Friday they would go for a treat. This day, however, proved to be a different one. It was only 11:38 am when Fred got a call from the school. 
“What?!” George looks over to see Fred with a panicked look on his face. 
“She was fine this morning, how bad is it?” Biting his lip Fred was already reaching for his coat and wallet. 
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Fred hangs up the phone and shoves his cell in his pocket. 
“Can you cover for me? Delilah’s got the flu, threw up all over her desk today.”
 “Of course, I got the shop, you spend the rest of the day with her.” Fred gives George a thankful smile before rushing out the door. 
“Hello, I’m Fred Weasley, here for Delilah.” He says nervously as he plays with his tie. 
“Sign here please,” He quickly signs his daughter out of school and then heads to the nurses office. 
“Aw pumpkin,” He coos as Delilah sits on the plastic chair clutching her backpack. Kneeling down next to her he brushes some of her hair out of her face. 
“How you feeling?” She shakes her head and tears begin to fall. 
“Please don’t cry, you’re going to be okay I promise baby.” She curls into his chest as he holds her in his arms. Hearing her cries breaks his heart. 
“Excuse me sir,” Fred throws her backpack around his shoulder and turns around to greet the voice. 
“Hello Mr. Weasley, I’m Delilah’s teacher Ms. Y/L/N,” She holds out her hand but Fred just stares. He’s heard many stories about Delilah’s fun and sweet teacher but never knew she was so, gorgeous. Her eyes were so kind and her smile was breathtaking. 
“Mr. Weasley?” Her voice snaps him out of his trance. His cheeks flush red as he takes her hand. 
“Um, hello. I’m Fred Weasley.” Pulling out a folder she hands it to Fred. 
“These are the school work assignments for the next week. No pressure for her to finish them on time but I thought you’d like to have them.” He takes them in one hand as he holds Delilah in the other. 
“Daddy, I wanna go home.” Delilah cries into his chest causing Fred to go into full dad mode. 
“Don’t worry Pumpkin, we’re gonna go home and I’ll make some soup and we can watch cartoons alright?” She nods softly and buries her face into his neck.
 “Thank you so much…” He trails off looking for her first name. She giggles and takes the folder from Fred’s hand and puts it in Delilah’s backpack. 
“Y/n, my name is Y/n.” Fred grins and thanks her for everything. 
“Feel better Delilah!” She calls as Fred walks out of the office. Delilah peeks out from Fred’s neck and waves softly. 
The rest of the week was full of Fred and Delilah time with the occasional Uncle George. The worst of the symptoms went away after a day or two but with a fever she still wasn’t allowed to go back to school. 
“Hey daddy,” Fred was sitting across the table from Delilah who was coloring in one of her books. 
“Yes pumpkin.” 
“Why were you looking at Ms. Y/L/N like that?” Fred freezes at her question, embarrassment rushes over him as he thinks back to the embarrassing encounter he had with her the day before. 
Thanks to her all the kids in Delilah’s class had signed a get well card and she had dropped it off at Fred’s workplace. Fred couldn’t explain what she did to him but he became a clumsy, flustered fool. 
“I, don’t know what you mean, must be the fever.” He dramatically feels her forehead and gasps. 
“You’re burning up, on fire, what ever shall I do?” He collapses on the ground making Delilah burst out laughing at how silly her dad was being. 
“Do you think she’s pretty?” Fred chuckles and props himself up on his elbows.
“Where are all these questions coming from huh?” Delilah shrugs and goes back to coloring. 
“Heard you and Uncle Georgie talking last night.” Fred groans at the memory of George grilling him about why he knocked over a whole shelf of joke wands because of a pretty girl. 
“I think she’s pretty and that’s enough questions out of you.” Picking her up he walks over to the couch and plops down. Despite the smile on her face she refused to look Fred in the eyes. 
“Hey pumpkin, what’s this really about?” He props her up on his leg and she nibbles on her sweater sleeve. 
‘She’s pretty and nice, my friends tell me their mommy is pretty and nice too.” His heart sinks as her voice gets quieter. 
Fred never hid the fact that Delilah was adopted from her. She knew that growing up and she knew that no matter what Fred loved her more than anything in the whole world but sometimes it was hard hearing other kids talking about their mothers when she didn’t have one. 
“You know pumpkin, the day I adopted you was the best day of my life. Nothing will ever come close to the day I met you.” Fred smiles fondly at the memory of holding her for the first time. Adopting was never something Fred thought he would do but the moment he laid eyes on her at the hospital it was love at first sight. 
“I know it’s not easy princess and if you ever have questions you can come to me but know that I love you more than anything in the whole world. Me and you against the world right?” Fred lifts her chin to meet her eyes. 
“Love you daddy,” She says softly as she buries her head in his chest. 
“But I do find Ms. Y/L/N very pretty but for now its just going to be us.” Fred presses a small kiss to her head and turns on the TV. 
“Let’s watch a movie pumpkin,” Delilah crawls out of his lap and to the stack of DVDs in the corner of the room. 
Fred instantly regrets his offer as she pulls out Frozen. He’s seen that movie maybe a 100 times with her but if its what she wanted then he didn’t mind seeing it 101 times. 
“You gonna be okay with Uncle George tonight?” Fred fixes his tie and runs his hands through his hair as he looks in a mirror. 
“Mmhm, we’re gonna get pizza!” She says happily. Fred sighs and sends a glare towards George. They already ordered pizza this week and Fred has a rule about not ordering it too much. 
“Shh you weren’t supposed to tell him.” George whispers not so quietly. 
“Oops, Sorry Uncle George.” She says sheepishly. Fred laughs and shakes his head softly. 
“Okay you can get pizza again, but no ice cream before dinner.” Delilah nods and hands Fred his keys. 
“You’re all dressed up for a parent teacher conference.” George snickers as he looks at Fred's done up hair and fancy tie. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about George.” So maybe he was putting in a little more effort in his appearance but what was wrong with that. 
“Have fun,” George says with a wink as Fred leaves the apartment. 
The walk to school was short but nerves started to fill his stomach. This was just a parent teacher conference and nothing more. Was he coming off too strong? The light to her classroom was on as she says goodbye to another pair of parents. Her face lights up as she spots Fred waiting outside. It was hard to ignore just how handsome he looked. 
“Thanks for coming Fred,” Fred had started picking Delilah up at her class which lead to plenty of conversation between Fred and Y/N. 
Delilah may have been on to something because Fred couldn’t help but be taken by his daughter’s teacher. She was nothing but kind to her students, friendly and sweet. Pretty and funny. George would tease him because every time he walked Delilah to the shop he would have a big smile on his face for the rest of the day.
“I mean, I don’t think I had a choice.” Fred jokes as he takes a seat on the plastic chairs which were way too small for his body. Y/n lets out a small laugh at the sight of a 6’3 man sitting in a seat meant for a 5-year-old. 
“Delilah is a wonderful student, though she tends to goof off with her friends a bit. Sometimes she brings products from your shop and uses them on her friends.” Fred gulps and loosens his tie a bit. 
“Sorry about that, I’ll be sure to check her backpack before she goes to school.” Y/N laughs and hands Fred a report card. 
“Excellent grades though, she’s going to be one bright kid.” Fred smiles at the smiley face stickers covering all the grade marks. 
“Well, she has a wonderful teacher.” Fred says making Y/N smile. 
“She did draw an interesting picture in her notebook,” Pulling out Delilah’s notebook, she flips to the most recent drawing. 
It was a drawing titled My Family. Fred could see himself, Delilah, and George. With the addition of a female stick figure.
“When I asked her who that was she became very giggly and answered that it was me.” Fred didn’t think he could be more mortified than right now. 
“I am so sorry Y/N,” Fred hides his face in his hands as a blush creeps up the awkwardness sets in. 
“It’s alright Fred,” She says kindly. 
“Really its okay.” Fred groans and leans back in the small chair. 
“She speaks very highly of you Ms. Y/L/N. Says you’re very pretty and I would have to agree.” Fred didn’t know the rules about flirting with his daughter’s teacher but Fred was never one to really follow the rules. 
“You are a very charming man Mr. Weasley.” She leans on her elbows as Fred stands up and leans on her desk. 
“That’s a compliment coming from you darling.” Her stomach twists with butterflies at the pet name that slipped through his mouth with ease. 
“You know my shop is a part magic shop too,” Pulling out a fake wand Fred waves and fake flowers pop out making Y/N laugh. He presents the flowers to her with a wink and caring smile. 
“I really hope this isn’t too forward, but could I have the honor of taking you on a date?” Y/N looks from the flowers to the charming smile on Fred’s face. 
She knew he was a cheeky and funny businessman but also a sweet and caring father. Truly one of a kind. 
“Of course Fred, I would love to go out with you.” She plucks the flowers from his hand and places them in an empty cup. 
“You know, you’re my last meeting and it’s only 7 o’clock.” She says with a teasing voice. 
“Then join me for dinner? I know a great place nearby.” Fred holds out his arm for her which she gladly takes. It just felt right for both of them when their hands intertwine with each other. 
“Do you mind if I call George and tell him I’ll be a bit later than expected?” She shakes her head and Fred pulls out his phone. 
“Hey, So I’m going to be home later than I thought.” Fred says. She can hear muffled words come from the phone. 
“I’m going to dinner.” Fred says while biting his lip. He pulls the phone away from his ear at the loud laughter coming from the other line. Y/n smiles as Fred turns to her with a cute look of embarrassment. 
“Oh Delilah is going to love this.” 
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boxofbadaddiction · 4 years
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Nothing's More Important Than Quidditch
Fred Weasley x Reader
Warnings: Some Swearing. Highly Suggestive. Someone gets hurt.
This story is inspired from a request of my F.R.I.E.N.D.S Themed Prompt List.
Using Prompts two and three: "OH...MY...GOOOOD!"/"MY EYES! MY EEYEES!"
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Fred and George Weasley were men of simple tastes. They liked pranks, food and Quidditch. Though if you were to ask Fred he would argue that there were nothing more important than Quidditch.
He'd never missed a game. Never missed a practice, and had been able to afford it he'd never miss a Cup. So that being said, you can imagine how shocked his team were when he told them he wasn't feeling well enough to train tonight.
"You're dying aren't you?"
"What? No, Lee. I'm not dying!"
"Then I'm sorry I mustn't have heard right when, the Fredrick Gideon Weasley, just said he wasn't well enough to play Quidditch?"
"Piss off."
It was Sunday lunch in the Great Hall and Angelina had the whole Gryffindor team huddled together. She was discussing her newest game strategies when Fred spoke abruptly, all eyes bulging at his words. Expressions a mixture of confusion and concern. Fred never. Missed. A. Game.
"Hey!" [Y/N] had arrived and happily sat her self amongst her close group of friends. "What's with the faces?" Her brows furrowed as she filled a Goblet with her favourite drink.
"Fred says he's not training Tonight." Angelina answered, still gawking at the Redhead in question.
[Y/N] choked on her drink. "He's what!?" She coughed, hand on her chest in shock.
"It's not a big deal!" Fred groaned. "I've just got one cracker of a headache. Need to sleep it off and I'll be right as rain." He forced a smile, though to the group it appeared more as a painful grimace.
"Well, I do hope you feel better." [Y/N] leant over the table, placing her hand atop of his to offer some comfort with a reassuring smile. "What about the rest of you?" She straightened herself, taking a pastry from the bowl infront of them as she did so.
"We're still training" George replied, "Not all of us roll over because of a wittle headache" he pouted at his brother, trying to stir him up. Fred retaliated, through the light laughter of his friends, by throwing a bread roll at his brother.
"Coming to watch, [Y/N]?" George spoke, still laughing as he brushed crumbs from his clothes.
"Afraid I can't, tonight."
"What!?" Lee groaned, "come on! I'm going!"
"Yes, well as tempting as it may be to spend more time by your side Lee", she leant into him with doey eyes batting her eyelashes flirtatiously, hands cupping his bicep. Returning to her previous position she continued, "I have so much Homework to do it's not funny. I'll find myself joining the next Headless Hunt if I don't hand Snape his Most Potent Poisons Assessment tomorrow."
"Barrell of fun you two are, today" George rolled his eyes.
"Right, well the rest of you. We've got training to do!" Angelina stood, gesturing for the Quidditch team to follow. Somewhat begrudgingly, with various disapproving moans escaping their lips, they made for the Pitch.
"Positive you'll be okay, Freddie?" George lagged behind in a final ditch effort to convince his brother to join them. "You could always just watch from the stands."
"I'm positive, Georgie. I'm just not right at the moment."
"Do you want me to stay? I will if that's what you'd prefer..."
"Who are you? Mum now?" Fred joked "Get out of here you sap!" He waved his arm as if trying to shoo him from the hall.
"Don't worry, George. I'll look after him" [Y/N] assured.
"Such a faithful little bestie you are." He said while ruffling her hair. "Alright then, see you two in a couple hours" he waved to them as he ran to catch up with his team.
"Come on you. Let's get you to bed." [Y/N] spoke to Fred and they made their way to the common room.
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So much for a couple hours. Mere forty minutes later saw the same team arriving back through the Fat Lady.
"How was I supposed to know she was right behind me!?" George complained loudly, followed closely into the room by the light giggles of Lee and Harry. No such laughter, however, could be heard from the mouth of the Gryffindor Captain.
"A concussion George! You gave Katie a concussion!" She was near shouting at the boy.
"I SAID I WAS SORRY! I didn't see her!" He threw his arms up in defence. "Pomfrey says she'll be right in a few days, what's the fuss?"
"The fuss, George, is that we just lost a whole night's training! You're just lucky our next game isn't for another fortnight, Weasley. I have to take Katie some things for her stay in the Hospital Wing, YOU! had better think fast about how to make this up to her." With a final menacing point of her finger Angelina stormed off towards the dormitory she shared with Katie.
"Should we check on Fred?" Lee spoke to break the guilty silence.
"Yeah, hey - don't forget to tell him how his Golden Boy brother sent our best chaser to the infirmary!" Harry goaded making his way over to Hermione and Ron by the fire.
"Little prat" George grumbled as he and Lee made their way to the dormitory. Lee was laughing hard at his friends remark."He doesn't watch it he won't be 'The Boy who lived' for much longer. Might pick up where You-Know-Who left off." George went on as he leant his back against the door, pushing it open as his hand twisted the door knob. Lee's laughter only increased.
"I'd like to see you- OH...MY...GOOOOD!!" laughter and smiles faded instantly as his eyes fell on the tangled mess of sheets and the bodies of his two close friends in place of where Fred should have been resting.
The sudden exclamations catching the attention of [Y/N] and Fred, their eyes shooting directly across the, should have been empty, bedroom.
"SHIT!" Fred yelled as he pulled off of [Y/N] and covered her with his blanket. "YOU WEREN'T MEANT TO BE BACK FOR A COUPLE HOURS!"
"MY EYES! MY EEYYEES!!" George screamed dramatically. Turning away from the scene he covered his face by his hands, desperately trying to lose the imagine of his brothers and best friends mostly naked bodies.
"It's not what you think!" [Y/N] began, throwing Fred's jumper on over her head which could very well have been a dress on her. She stood, tugging at the material willing it to stay in place before fixing her hair.
"It doesn't look like you were napping!" Lee snapped sarcastically, "nor does it look much like a POTIONS ASSIGNMENT!"
"[Y/N]" George began, not turning to face the two - rather speaking to the ceiling as his back faced them. "I know you said you'd look after my brother but MERLIN I should have laid out some guidelines, that is not how you handle a headache."
Fred had put on a pair of trousers and a singlet and quickly made his way to stand infront of the two boys, arms out pleadingly, "I know you're both a little shocked right now and this is going to take some time to process but for the love of GODRICK!" He clenched his teeth and spoke in a low growl, "would you keep your voices down before the entire bloody common room hears yo-"
"WHAT'S GOING ON!?" Ron had burst through the door. "Oh God" Fred groaned throwing his head back walking away from the door.
"We heard shouting, is everything okay?" Hermione asked frantic, as Harry followed her in.
"Yes, Hermione everything's fine -" [Y/N] went to explain.
"NO!" Lee interrupted "NO! THEY'RE DOING IT!" He screamed pointing his finger accusingly at the two red-faced teens. Harrys eyes were wide with shock.
"It's not what you all think! Please just listen to me..." Fred begged as [Y/N] stood beside him. Looking to one another defeatedly.
Everyone, aside from George, turned to face them. Awaiting the explanation as to why these two had been...doing what they were.
"Uhmmm..." seeing the group stare before him suddenly ran Freds mind blank. "This isn't the first time this has happened. Actually it happens a lot." Not the best opener. The group grimaced, looking very uncomfortable at their friends confession. [Y/N] dropped her head into her hand. "What I mean is" he tried to recover, "this isn't a one time deal. We're not just fooling around, we're..." the words caught in his throat.
What were they? A couple? Was he wrong and they were just friends with benefits? What was this?
They looked at one another, Fred's eyes searching [Y/N]'s face for the answer. She smiled, grabbing his hand gently.
"We're together" she spoke. Eyes not leaving Fred.
"That's great and all. But this is still traumatising." Lee deadpanned as he gestured between the couple and Fred's bed.
George cleared his throat, "umm, yeah. I'm really happy for you two."
"That'd be more convincing, had you actually said it to us rather than the wall." [Y/N] laughed. Fred threw his arm over her shoulders, pulling her into his chest. Georges head turned slightly, eyeing the two in his peripheral before shutting his eyes tightly. Trying to muster the courage. "Yeah, sorry bout that just...it may be difficult to look at you the same for a while. I saw a lot more than I'd had like to." Everyone laughed at the comment. The light atmosphere helping him to relax a bit he turned to face them. Even if his eyes fixed to anything but them.
"Wait a minute." Harrys laughter had stopped completely. "Did you two plan this whole thing?"
"I guarantee we never planned on getting caught" Fred replied.
Rolling his eyes Harry continued "ditching practice I mean."
Lee and George both looked at each other before slowly turning to glare at the couple.
"Well. Yeah" [Y/N] answered.
A slow clap started to sound throughout the room as Lee and George mockingly applauded the two. "Well done. Truly you two that was quite the convincing performance." George smirked. "Honestly, [Y/N], that spit take really sold the whole thing. Couldn't have done better myself." Lee nodded as she playfully curtsied with her hand on the seam of Fred's jumper.
"WELL!" Lee clapped once loudly, rubbing his hands together. "This calls for a celebration. Shall we?" He bowed to the door, ushering everyone from the room.
"Ummm Lee. Mind if I put some pants on first?"
"If you-OH! right. Yeah. Meet you two down there!" He was the last to leave, closing the door with a quick wink.
Fred and [Y/N] looked shyly back to one another before breaking into fits of side splitting laughter. Fred wrapping his arms around her waist as they calmed down.
"So...we're together, huh?" He grinned resting their foreheads against one another.
"Only if that's what you want." [Y/N] placed her hands on his chest, eyes nervously searching his.
"That's all I've ever wanted" he moved a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her lips into his. Kissing her like he never had before.
Fred and George Weasley were simple men. They liked pranks, food and Quidditch. Though if you were to ask Fred, he would argue there were nothing more important than Quidditch. Well...maybe one thing.
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peoplecallmelucifer · 3 years
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“Attention passengers“ A pleasant voice echoed trough the hallways “We will be arriving to Nithra 5 in half an hour. Please prepare to disembark“ John Was excited and nervous. He was a part of the group representing Earth at the art festival of the Galactic Assembly. Considering it was Earths first Time sending representatives and hew as the one giving the speech his nervousness was justified. AS they disembarked the cruise ship they were greeted by a tall and slender “It’s my pleasure to extend the greetings in behalf of the Galactic assembly. I am Nithra Suenn and was assigned as your guide during your stay“
John  stood on his toes so he would be able to look Suenn in the eyes. “ Oh, thank you. I’m Jonathan grace, you can call me John, This here is Antonio Morena..” “Toni for short” the man replied “...And this is Maria Petova“ “I’m Just short” Maria replied baiting a chuckle out of their Guide May I ask something before we start though“ Sam said “Of course“ Suenn replied “Could you tell us where the envoys of the other two newcomer are.“ “Of course. If you wish I could notify their guides and see if they would be willing to arrange a meeting later today“ “That’d be lovely“ “Now If you would follow me to your quarters. I presume you would want some rest before we start the tour“ “Lead the way miss Nithra“ Sam said with a smile AS the trio followed their guide they took in the sights of the Spacedock, during the 10 minutes shuttle ride to the planet surface Toni and John were debating their upcoming speech while Maria quietly hummed a lullaby as she stared out of the window. “Miss Maria“ Suen said as she noticed the humming “oh, yes Suenn?“ “May I inquire about the melody you were... singing“ “Oh that, I was humming a lullaby I usually sing for my daughter. This is the longest I’ve been separated from her so I’m a bit Melancholic“ “Oh,  quite understandable. We Tlii also have a strong  bond with our family ... I’m nearly 40 and I still call my parents daily.“ The rest of the ride was marked by present small talk. When they landed The Group was given an hour to rest before they head out towards the “Palace of Art” The most famous gallery in the Explored part of the galaxy. “So folks“ John said “First impressions“ “Bit too formal for my taste but not bad. The Guide is cute too“ Maria replied “I’m hungry“ Toni replied “Well go grab something from the hotels restaurant. Suenn Said all the costs will be covered“ John said as Tonis eyes widened “So ... Free all you can eat buffet?“ “Yes“ “And we are staying here for a week“ “Yes“ “...Good bye my summer body“
“You’re a pig“ Maria said as Toni was closing the doors A few minutes later Suenn knocked on the doors “hello again. I have contacted the guides of the other two newcomers and their envoys said they would gladly meet you but they also requested we arrive fifteen minutes early so that you can have a proper meeting“ “Thank you very much Suenn. Tell them we agree“ Maria said Suenn nodded and left “Why do you wanna meet them anyway“ Maria asked John “Well they are new here, we are new here, none of  us actually knows what’s going on. It might be easier for all of us if we feel confused together“ “Fair point“ The human delegacy arrived 10 minutes earlier than agreed, mostly because of Johns insistence. “Why were you so adamant on arriving early Mister John “ “Well... I was too anxious for waiting in the hotel“ “And waiting here is... not causing anxiety?“ “No, because here I’m sure I won’t miss anything important“ “I can not say I fully comprehend that logic but if it lessens your anxiety I see no problem with waiting here.“ “Can I ask you something Suenn?“ “Of course?“ “I noticed your First name was the identical to the name of the planet. Is that Just a coincidence or something else?“ “It’s actually Tradition. Tlii name their children after  their Birthplace and a name chosen by their parents. I was born on this planet so My Birth Name is Nithra while my Given name is Suenn.“ “Huh. Interesting.“ After a few more  minutes of casual discussions the two delegations arrived. The D’Dret Delegacy consisted of twelve members all sporting their environment suits. “Greeting fellow children“ the leader of the delegation said as he reached out his hand
“Children?” Antonio asked quietly“ “The D’Dret word for artist is the same as their word for child“ Suenn replied “Kinda fits right“ John shook the delegates hand “It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m JonathanGrace, leader of our delegation. You can call me John “ “I am afraid my name is quite impossible for the translator to handle so feel free to call me Otra, considering that’s the Star system I hail from“ From the other vehicle disembarked a delegation of twenty Beings of Yellow christening appearance. a leader of the group stepped forth and greeted the gathered “In behalf of Veq Hive I speak the words of greeting” the translator read “In be half of Humanity I accept the gritting and send my own“ John said and bowed, Otra mimicking his actions saying “ I do the same on behalf of D’Dret autonomy“ The Veq leader let out a low pitch pleasant click returning the bow “This one is called Ruea“ “My name Is Jonathan Grace“ “Call me Otra, shall we head inside“ “Certainly“ Ruea and John replied While there were no delegates yet there was a descent amount of visitors to the Gallery and the three delegations as well as their guides drew a number of looks. This seemed to make Johnnervous again, but also even more excited than ever. His companions seemed to share this attitude along with the D’Dret delegates. The Veq did not experience emotions, or at lest not in the way  Humans did. They didn’t know fear,Happiness or anger, but could be inquisitive,curious and mistrusting or frustrated. Although the latter was extremely rare and fairly mild. “How come Humans only sent 3 creators“ Ruea asked “Well Humanity is aware of its reputation. Lots of people in the assembly consider us borderline insane due to our contradictory nature. SO our Academy decided that the best course of action here would be to send a small delegation and not draw much attention on ourselves.“ “A reasonable approach Otra said“ “Yeah, but us three decided we have something else in plan for our speech“ “You would... defy your superior?“ Rue said in intrigued Disbelief “to a Veq that causes great pain.“ “Well If i am not wrong, you are biochemically connected, so acts of defiance are extremely rare since your communication is almost instant and complete” John said impressing Ruea “In our case that is not so. We are very Individual even though we are social beings, and sometimes people in authority refuse to listen to suggestions because they see themselves above others. In that case we become defiant“ “You are a weird people“ Said Otra with a little pause “but than again I’m the one in the EV suit“ The lengthy conversation about differences in cultures and approaches to art between all the members of the 3 delegations attracted a crowd of intrigued listeners even Suenn and the other guides were intrigued and occasionally asked a question or two.
After A an hour Suenn spoke up “Excuse me delegates, but the Ceremony is about to start. Would you please follow your respective guide to your seat“ “Oh certainly.“ John said “Ladi Ruea, Otra It has been a pleasure. Hopefully we can continue this discussion sometimes soon“
Suenn Lead her delegation to a circular room with many levels. filled to the brim with delegations from thousand of species. Humans were somewhere around the middle,Maria Noticed the Veq being almost at the bottom and one of their delegates apparently noticed her waving and looked curiously at her. she than put her opened palms on her troth imitating a traditional greeting they taught her. John noticed Otras suit about two levels above them sat juxtaposed to them and covered one eye with his hand greeting his new friend with their greeting to which Otra replied with a peace sign. “hello and welcome everyone to the annually art festival of the Galactic Assembly.” said a small alien “He looks like a plushy” Toni whispered and baited another chuckle out of Suenn. ” This year the assembly welcomed three new species The Pedantic Veq hive, The crafty D’Dret autonomy and ... Diverse Alliance of human worlds. As is tradition the newcomers will hold their speeches first. Starting with the Humans.“ John stood up “I think you for this opportunity but before I hold my speech I must ask, on behalf of our new friends of the Authonomy  and the Hive. would you allow them to speak before us, as they asked me if I would be willing to swap places with them“ “Well... no one ever turned down the offer of being first to speak before, A kind gesture indeed. I don’t see why not. Verry well. Who of you wants to speak first“ “The Authonomy children will gladly hear out our comrades of the Hive before we speak ourselves“ ”I thank our new friends for granting this request of mine.” Lady Ruea replied as she slowly walked to the podium. Suenn turned to John “What you just did was unprecedented. May I inquire why have you done this“ “As we were about to go our separate ways lady Ruea noticed that her translator was running out of battery and her spare was left in their hotel. considering she didn’t want to miss any of our speeches so she asked if I would let her talk first so she can switch her power cell after her speech. and considering I’m nervous as hell right now I decided to give myself a bit more time to relax and see other speeches before I step down there“ “Coward“ Maria teased him “and proud of it“ he replied
The speech of Ruea was simple it briefly described the way her people think and the way they approach art, or as they call it creation. How they prefer writing in strict form but are also constantly looking for new forms to write. how their statues are  trying to be symmetrical in every way and yet innovative. After her Otra came down doing the same talking about how Their culture sees artists as people who never lost their child imagination how every new creation is a new unexplored wonder, just like every next step is a new experience for a toddler. Than came John’s turn. He was still a bit nervous but he kept his cool. “As you know. lady Ruea asked me if I would do her a favour and let her speak first. I let my new friend Otra speak second because I was too nervous to do it myself“ a few chuckles were heard among the crowd “AS you know Humans have a reputation and  I was given a ready speech by the people who sent me here to read and stay out of trouble so that I can alleviate that reputation. But than again That’d be to deny human nature.“ Nick said as he ripped a sheet of paper with a written speech “Oh boy here we go“ Toni commented “What is he doing“ Suenn asked “Being true to himself ... and being a jackass“ maria replied “Our leaders only allowed us artists one speech, and a small delegation. I can live with that. But if they want me to speak I will speak however I see fit. And yes I will get in trouble for this if you were wondering“ A few more chuckles and murmurs started among the crowd “I am know that whatever stylistic figures, whatever topic I can think of, someone else in this room will think of as well. The  Ka’ran are called the masters of Romance and yet some of their poets wrote works of horror I find exquisite.  The Hevar are proud of their odes and marching songs and yet I find their lullabies to be incredibly soothing. So I don’t see a point in pretending that you are going to find something new in our works.“
This statement caused shock, intrigue and utter confusion. Are humans really so self destructive they would sabotage their own nation for an act of defiance? But the whispers and murmurs didn’t bother John
“In our statues, in our poetry, in our novels or paining ... all the motives we use I have seen with one quick stroll trough this gallery. So on this day I claim every story ever told has already been told. we just mixed up the words a bit differently.
A silence fell upon the room
I am looking forward, my fellow delegates, to read how you layed out the words we use.“
*Tink* a sound of two crystals hitting each other was heard from the lower levels *tink* as John walked off the podium and the Veq delegacy tried to imitate human clapping with their christaline limbs. *tink,tink,tink* Soon the D’Dred joined in, followed by the Ka’ran and Hevra that John Mentioned. after a few seconds most of the delegates gave a hearty applause.
“Well...“ the  alien small alien from before stepped back on the podium. “... I guess that a lot of rumours about the humans are true. They certainly are unpredictable and reckless... But If more of them are like their delegation I can only imagine how their artwork looks like. I suggest we take a half hour break before we continue“ The rest of the festival passed in a breeze. with the human delegation being followed by numerous new fans wherever they went. after a week and the conclusion of the festival several species decided to take the “scenic rout home“ as Humans said. and stopped on Cyrenca prime, Nueva Galizza, Earth and other human worlds, buying novels, visiting art museums and observing statues... Jonathan Grace was financially penalized for his “insubordination”, but considering he refused to return to earth, proffering to travel the Worlds of the assembly in search of new ideas to write about, that debt was never prayed. _ _
If you managed to get this far congrats, and thanks for reading.
I wrote this because I’ve noticed a lot of stories under these tags ... even the 2 I wrote are always going towards military and conflict situations. SO I turned it around to something I like much more
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anxiouslyfred · 3 years
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Janus Parents Who?
for @dukexietyweek‘s day 4 prompt ‘parents’
Summary: Remus and Virgil know they aren’t brothers, despite both thinking of Janus as their Dad. The argument over whose dad Janus actually is carries on through their childhoods, reconciling when Thomas accepts all his sides and eventually starting to Date. Janus just hopes there’s a final resolution to be found because the screaming is over dramatic.
Warnings: Caps Lock Screaming, arguments, spider mention,
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Janus had come out of his room some time after yelling had broken out. He knew from the start that raising and looking after Remus and Virgil would be a challenge, but had also realised within a few arguments of theirs that intervening at the beginning would only lengthen how long they might disagree for.
“Well now, you two seem to be perfectly at peace with each other. Whom shall I thank for the relaxing evening?” He got their attention in an instant, sarcasm dripping from his words.
“We aren't BROTHERS!” Remus screamed, flinging an arm towards Virgil in accusation. “You're MY DAD! Not HIS!”
“Janus was my Dad first. That means you're the adopted one!” Virgil hissed back, moving to tug on one of Janus's arms, eyes pleading for his side to be taken.
That was clearly the worst thing Janus could do. Taking either side would be bad, but letting Remus feel rejected so soon after losing his brother and the complete rejection of Thomas knowing him could quite possibly destroy what control he'd maintained.
“When did you two decide that you aren't brothers? So far as I was aware I have 2 children to look after and oh, look at this, there are 2 children living with me.” Janus played surprised, counting his fingers and then the other sides in the room. “We all know that no matter what my role is, mathematics doesn't lie.”
Today he would work soft words to calm the boys down, and try to figure out just why they no longer believed themselves to be brothers. Hopefully tomorrow he would know how to resolve the argument properly.
/jrv\
It had been a long time since Janus had seen that specific glare on Remus's face and despite the urgent summons from Patton that had brought him there, he was very tempted to just fetch something from the kitchen before going to hide.
“Janus is my Dad. You can't Have Him!” Remus growled out, and yep, the glare was for exactly the same reason it always had been. That sounded like Virgil had mentioned liking having him as a Dad once more so their old feud was beginning all over again.
“Dude, it was Roman who said Janus acts like my Dad and he's always been that to me anyway. You can't dictate who my Parent is.” Virgil had almost hit Roman in the gesture towards him while glaring at Remus.
Patton was already hurrying over, ever ready to try calming down any argument. “Come on kiddo's. Being a Dad to one person doesn't mean you can't be to someone else. I thought you liked each other now so why not try-”
“WE AREN'T BROTHERS!” Janus had yanked his hat down to cover his ears just in time to muffle the combined scream of Remus and Virgil. He'd still never got a good explanation over why that decision was made but had learnt a million times over not to question it.
“Yes, that's been blatantly obvious as long as I've know you both. You're as different as Roman and Remus, I'm sure.” Janus drawled, mostly just to get the attention away from Patton before he tried again to suggest they could be.
It was almost too predictable that both sides he'd raised immediately gestured to the other angrily. “Tell him I'm your son and he isn't!”
“Hang on, Remus is my brother. Should I be included in this argument or not?” Roman's question only caused more arguing between Virgil and Remus, things Janus had heard them say a million times.
Only after Logan had emerged wondering what all the noise was about did Janus realise the vehemence wasn't in the argument any more. It was almost like the pair were just arguing over who he was a parent to as a way to reconnect with each other. Perhaps he wouldn't ask Patton what to tell them about who he was a parent to; not just yet anyway.
/VJR\
Remus and Virgil starting to date should have settled the issue.
Seriously, Janus could not believe that they still wanted to know who he was a true parent to after all this time and was honestly convinced that no side was actually a parent to any other. It wouldn't make sense for there to be parental relationships among the sides, given they were all just parts of what made up Thomas Sanders.
One thing was clear though and that between Roman, Remus and Virgil there had been an agreement struck that they were the children of the family and all children must have parents. Perhaps it was something to do with how they used the imagination to create and resolve situations or something, but the trio were resolute. If only they could be equally resolute on who was their assigned parents.
“JANUS IS MY DAD! PRODIGAL SON IF YOUR GOING TO QUOTE THE FUCKING BIBLE AT ME!!” Virgil's scream broke through what had been a quiet afternoon as he stormed out of his room and down into the living room.
Remus was already giving chase though. “MINE! At least I stuck with him and listen to the rules he makes!”
“That doesn't make you his son, it makes you a fucking suck-up!”Virgil hissed back. “Besides families have arguments sometimes. Don't try to claim otherwise cause I've seen how you react to your dearest brother.”
As ever when Roman was mentioned in a vaguely complimentary way he spoke up, “Well how about that, I already have a Dad, so maybe Janus actually is Virgil's dad after all.”
Only a beat of silenced passed before Remus was screaming, wailing almost over being the rejected son, abandoned at birth, with Virgil wrapped around him and glaring for anybody to agree with Roman.
“No no no, Octospider, you weren't. You were always loved and I can't imagine anybody doing something like that. Janus must be your Dad, cause nobody could bare to lose a wonderful gremlin like you.” The crooning words made all the other sides, now all present after hearing the screams, freeze.
Patton had been moving forwards at Roman's reasoning to agree and make some dad jokes to try and finally settle the ongoing dispute, never thinking about what that would mean given the divide split the sides for most of Thomas's life. Now he could only hope Roman had some other idea that would calm them both down whenever the brother comment was actually questioned and glanced to Janus to check how he'd taken Virgil's change of heart.
Janus had already moved to join Virgil in holding Remus, “There we go Darling. I'm your Dad, and have always kept you with me. Nobody has been rejecting you here, just hoarding your madness all for myself. It was far to precious to even dream of sharing when you were younger.”
“B-b-b-But Patton Hates me and he's Roman's Dad, how – how can I be yours when my brother is his?” Remus managed to ask, burying himself in Virgil's hoodie after asking the question. It looked like there could be tentacles as well as arms tying Remus to his boyfriend as he continued to wail.
“Must have been a really messy break up, I guess. We're like Parent Swap twins. Janus and Patton had such a big falling out they each took one of us and vowed to never see each other again.” Roman mused, nodding encouragingly at the questioning glances he got from the 3 other sides still standing.
Virgil's arms tightened then, his eyeshadow lengthening on his face, even as he kept up soothing strokes over Remus's back. “So I was the abandoned child then?”
“We are all the same age, Virgil. I don't think any of us even have parents, let alone understand all this drama for seeking them out.” Logan began, only to be cut of by a small cheer Roman made.
“Adopted out, I believe. After all our teacher was far too focused on making Thomas learn all the things and discover even more for much of our youth, but as soon as you started becoming known to Thomas was more than ready to help you through your worries.” Roman had moved over to Logan's side while speaking, listing out his reasoning excitedly. “Therefore we must believe that Logan is your Dad, Dearest Nightmare, but found himself unable to care for you and help Thomas with learning everything a young mind can so asked if Janus might raise you instead.”
Remus peeked out of the hoodie now, glancing suspiciously from Logan to Virgil's face. “I copied my eyeshadow from you. You just started getting it some mornings. Was that cause you couldn't try to steal Logan's glasses? I can make you some now if you like?” He offered.
“No need. Though I guess we need to find some other random thing to argue over now. Who's the better kisser perhaps?” Virgil offered, snickering at the confused glances they were now being shot.
Remus just pulled him down into a kiss before darting away. “I already won that one. What other suggestions do you have?”
Virgil watched him leave getting to his feet after a moment. “Thanks for the solution Roman, but seriously, if you ever upset Remus by making him feel abandoned again all the spiders in the house will find their way to your room, possibly including the ones from the imagination too.” With those parting words he hurried to follow Remus.
“Young love?” Patton asked, somewhere between thinking the scene was adorable and wondering what on earth just happened. Janus could only nod, feeling exactly the same over the two sides he had raised.
At least there was some story over how they weren't brothers now.
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professorsnape394 · 3 years
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The Potions Master’s Apprentice
Chapter Fifteen: Three Professors
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A/N: This is the fifteenth part to my fanfiction ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-16 can be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write. Leave a comment below if you wish to be added to my tag list.
Pairing: Severus Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter)
Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape.
Word Count: 2001
Warnings: n/a
Credits to Gif Creator
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Within the week the gossiping from the weekend's events had almost completely died down. However, with Severus and Aria acting civil towards one another during lessons, and almost completely back to their old habits of spending the evening together a whole new set of rumours were threatening to begin.
Karkaroff had mostly backed off Aria's case on the Severus front. However, this did not mean he had any intention of stopping socialising with her any chance he got. Igor had become invested in the relationship of the two potions professors' and he would not stop until he had the answers he was looking for. He took to visiting her during the majority of her free periods, as well as some evenings after class, often convincing her to join him for a stroll around the castle grounds, where he sought to pry into her personal life, especially her relationship with the potions master. It didn't bother Aria too much to begin with, in fact, she liked the company, but as the week grew to an end, she had become suspicious of his true intentions.
Almost immediately as lessons came to an end on Friday evening, right on cue, came a knock at the door. Before the potions apprentice had a second to open her mouth, the door was already pushed ajar, revealing the sunken features of Igor Karkaroff.
"Hello Igor." Aria sighed, barely sparing him a second glance.
"Good afternoon, beautiful lady" Igor chirped, his accent almost thicker than usual. Aria rolled her eyes at the headmaster, but chuckled lightly to herself in amusement. "Are you free to join me on a leisurely stroll around the castle?" He queried, striding into the center of the room, taking a seat behind one of the student's desks.
"Are you mad, Igor? The rain hasn't stopped all day! Besides, Professor Snape set a load of essays last week, that I have the pleasure to mark. I don't think I would be much in the way of conversation today, I have too much to do." She confessed, attempted to dissuade him.
"Nevertheless, I shall keep you company. I do not have anywhere to be."
"Thank you." Aria grimaced, really just wanting to focus on getting her marking done.
"Speaking of Severus..." Karkaroff begun, once again distracting Miss Dumbledore from her work. "There have been rumours of the two of you circling the school." He stated, leaving the intention of his sentence free for Aria to interpret.
"I am very well aware, Igor." She huffed. "Though they have begun to fizzle out in the last few days, I am pleased to say." The witch continued scribbling.
"That is not what I am talking about." The man shook his head, though kept his gaze firmly on the professor in an interrogative manner.
Aria raised an eyebrow, but did not stop reading the length of parchment.
"It has been said in this past week that you have entered into a relationship with the potions master, is this true?"
"God Igor, I never thought you so naïve that you would believe that sort of rubbish." She sniggered, allowing him a smidge more of her attention. "Like I would ever go out with a man like that, you surely heard what he said to me last week, it is unforgivable." Aria scoffed. "Besides, you should know just as well as I that people love to talk, students especially. Haven't you heard the one about us? It's all a load of nonsense, don't listen to any of it."
"I was simply... curious." He shrugged. "I would not like to think a beautiful woman such as yourself had gone to waste, like you say Severus Snape is simply not worth your time. You deserve much more."
"Thank you, Igor, however I do not think this is an appropriate conversation to have between colleagues, let's keep it professional." Aria suggested, noticing that the headmaster had a tendency to sidetrack the conversation to her love life.
A minute or more passed while the pair sat in silence before another knock interrupted.
Assuming it to be a student, Aria rose from her desk and made her way to the door. "Severus." She gasped, not expecting him to respect her privacy, just as Karkaroff had not. "You knocked?... again." Aria's eyes widened, taking a step back as she came face to face with the potions master.
"Yes, well, while I am not overjoyed with the current arrangements, I at least respect your need for some privacy." Severus wavered at the door, his eyes flickering towards the young woman, before taking it upon himself to enter the room, stopping almost immediately upon spotting Igor.
"I see I was right to to announce myself." The two men shared a short but intense glare. "Igor. I see you've made yourself quite at home."
"Oh... umm, Professor Karkaroff had just stopped by for a chat while I finish up on some marking." Aria rushed to explain, knowing exactly where Snape's mind was heading. "What can I do for you, Severus?"
"I came to collect the essays I assigned last week, I did not think it fair to leave them all to you while I sat in my room twiddling my thumbs."
"That's very kind of you Severus. Would you care to join us, you look like you could use the company." Aria practically begged.
Severus considered her offer for a second, knowing that what he wanted least of all was to spend time with Igor Karkaroff. However, on the other hand, he also wasn't too keen on leaving the pair alone, unsure of what he might spill to his apprentice. In the end Snape's better judgment overcame his pride and so he proceeded to pull up a chair, separating the two already seated professors.
Severus set to aggressively scribbling notes in the margins of the students essays, the scratching of his quill on parchment dominating the room. A long while past with only this and the sounds of bubbling cauldrons occupying the professors' ears. The tension between the three thickened as time went on. All scared to speak in fear of the other's response.
Finally Igor chose to break the silence, bored of staring at the potion's professors quietly marking away in unison.
"It must be hard for you Severus." Igor tested the waters, waiting on a response.
"What are you hinting at, Igor? What exactly is hard for me?" Snape replied cautiously after a moment of deliberation.
"Well, a man like you; settled in his position, proud of his job, it must be hard knowing you'll be replaced by a must younger, much more attractive model." Karkaroff shifted position in his chair, becoming more comfortable, confident in his ability to undermine the Potions master once again.
"Despite what you may have hoped Igor, you are sorely mistaken. My job is under no threat. I was simply asked to take a short week's sabbatical, in light of the recent events, until all the commotion has died down. And that week is coming to an end." Snape turned his attention from the essays, lifting his quill from the paper, and placing it to the side.
"Yes, yes of course." Igor humoured him. His body language radiating arrogance. "But it must be worrying, knowing that your job is potentially threatened by Miss Dumbledore here. She has the same skills as you, the same knowledge, and what she doesn't know now she soon will once you've been foolish enough to teach it to her. It cannot be easy, being forced to train the woman who will inevitability replace you."
"I do not know what your game is Igor, but I assure you, Miss Dumbledore is no threat to me."
Aria's ears pricked up at the second mention of her name, her gaze shooting between the two men.
"I really don't think this is relevant boys, can't we talk about something else?" Aria nervously nibbled on the edge of her lower lip. She knew where this was going and she didn't have an answer for what was coming. She also knew how vicious these men could be when they really wanted to, and she did not want to be in the room when they both pushed the other too far.
"Oh come on, Aria, darling. It must have crossed your mind. You are younger after all, the students relate to you more, god knows it wouldn't be hard to like you more. Not to mention your lineage, it cannot be more clear who Albus would prefer to employ. His own flesh and blood? Or someone with Severus'... background?"
"Watch your mouth, Igor." Snape droned through gritted teeth and flared nostrils.
"My grandfather didn't bring me here to replace Severus. He's a great professor, and a fantastic friend to him. I would even go as far to say that he trusts Severus' with his life. I am simply an apprentice. A year's training, that's what we agreed." Aria beamed, convinced she had put out the fire, unaware to the fact Igor had just lit another spark right under Severus' feet.
"With his life, eh?" Igor chuckled to himself. "How very clever you have been, Severus."
Confused Aria simply took a step back in the conversation, finally coming to the understanding that none of this was really about her.
Aria could sense Snape was uncomfortable, his body tensed and he straightened his posture, gripping his quill for comfort.
"I think it is time for you to leave, Headmaster Karkaroff. Miss Dumbledore and I are working, and prefer not to be disturbed."
"I see your game, Severus. I always knew you were a smart man, but you have played this very well indeed. But I know you, and I might just be able to beat you at your own game, if you are not careful."
"What is he talking about Snape?" The young woman whispered, turning her full attention to her colleague.
"Goodbye, Igor." Karkaroff gladly took a stand, knowing, despite Snape's commanding tone, he had won this round.
Igor Karkaroff rounded the desk, gently lifting Aria Dumbledore's hand to his lips.
"Until, next time." He breathed, bowing his head to kiss her gently, before showing himself out. "Your past is calling you Severus, and Dumbledore is ready to replace you when you go running right back."
Snape immediately rose from his chair, Aria suspecting that he was ready to storm from the room.
"Fuck." Aria breathed, joining Snape in standing. "What the hell was all that about?"
"That is none of your concern." Snape snapped, beginning to pile his papers.
"Of course... of course, it isn't." Aria shook her head knowing it was a stupid thing to say. "I only meant... well, are you okay?" She couldn't think of anything else to say.
"While I appreciate your concern, Miss Dumbledore. I am not a child who needs consoling, nor do I need your pity. I am perfectly capable of handling the likes of Igor Karkaroff."
"Yes, of course, you are. I...I just-"
"Miss Dumbledore." Severus interjected, huffing though he didn't seem nearly as angry as Aria expected. He saw the woman quickly becoming flustered trying to think of the right thing to say so as not to displease him, this was not a rare occurrence. For once Severus' actually felt sorry for her and decided to cut her some slack. They had, after all, promised to become friends.
"I need you to calm down." Snape softly commanded, though quickly moved on. "While that encounter with Professor Karkaroff was less than pleasant, it is far from unfamiliar to me. Igor and I have a past. A past I would rather forget about, him, on the other hand, not so much. My advise to you is stay out of his way. I am under the impression he has his eye set on you."
"Why would he-"
"Goodnight, Miss Dumbledore." And with that Snape returned to his quarters for the evening, Aria's questions remaining unanswered.
What was Karkaroff up to that concerned her of all people?
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Thoughts on the Shadow's Doppelganger, Lamont Cranston
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The funny thing about Cranston in the original stories is that, yeah, one of the most famous scenes across all Shadow media is the “Lamont Cranston Talks to Himself” chapter in The Shadow Laughs, where we learn that The Shadow is not Lamont Cranston, but has usurped his identity, and now shows up at his bedside looking like him, talking like him, knowing more about his own life than he himself does, and ordering him to leave town, effectively blackmailing him into letting him use his face. It’s a very iconic scene that exemplifies a lot of what makes The Shadow unique as a character, and you can imagine why so many adaptations have gone with the idea of Cranston being either a hapless stooge bullied into submission, or an actual villain, because that whole scene is very much a horror movie scenario. 
Thing is, none of them seem to remember how Cranston and The Shadow’s relationship developed past this. I’ll post this excerpt from Atoms of Death:
"Good morning, Cranston," came a quiet tone from the foot of the bed.
"Good morning, yourself," returned Cranston, rubbing his eyes without noticing the visitor.
"You should say: Good morning, myself," chuckled The Shadow, dryly.
Cranston was pulling down the sleeves of his pajama jacket. He sat bolt upright, staring. Then a slow smile showed on his lips; one that was almost a replica of The Shadow's.
"So it's you," remarked Cranston, sleepily. "Well, I knew that last night. It was about time we crossed paths again. Well, old man, you landed me in for plenty this trip."
Cranston shoved bedclothes aside and perched on the edge of the bed. He found cigarettes on the telephone table; The Shadow supplied a flame from a lighter before Cranston could ignite a match. The millionaire noted that The Shadow's lighter bore the initials "L. C." 
"You handle every detail, don't you?" questioned Cranston in admiration. “Jove! I remember the first time I met you. In this very room. You dropped cloak and hat and left me looking at my own face as plainly as if I had seen it in a mirror. Just as it is today."
"And I advised you," recalled The Shadow, in Cranston's own tone, "to take a trip abroad, while I used your identity. You were a bit exasperated at first."
"I must admit that I was. I threatened to have you arrested, as an impostor, until you proved that you knew more about my affairs than I did. I really believe that if it had come to a showdown, I would have been proven the impostor and you the genuine Lamont Cranston. Jove!"
"Jove," repeated The Shadow, quietly, "You have acquired that expression recently, Cranston. I shall remember it for future reference. You have a penchant for acquiring anglicisms during your sojourns in British colonies. Jove!"
"Bounder and blighter," laughed Cranston. "Don't forget those. I still use them occasionally."
Or this excerpt from The Hydra, which is an incredible book where the chemistry between the two really shines:
Lamont Cranston woke up and wondered why his head still whirled. It took him about half a minute to learn that the motion came from the fact he was riding in his limousine. Someone must have put him back in the limousine and Stanley was driving him home. 
He didn't have to guess who had helped him on his way, for at that moment Cranston heard a low-toned laugh beside him. He turned to see the black-cloaked figure of The Shadow.
"What did you hit me with?" asked Cranston. "All four of your automatics?"
"I'm only carrying a pair tonight," replied The Shadow
Look at these two dorks, just palling around and getting into shenanigans and The Shadow outright joking around Cranston, like they are just two old chums having a laugh at the weirdness of their lives. The “real” Cranston didn’t show up very often in the original stories, especially in the last stories when Lamont Cranston essentially became the real identity of The Shadow, but when he did, part of what makes him stand out as his own character is that he’s funny. Gibson gets a lot of mileage out of Cranston as this guy who is completely nonchalant and chill about all the weird shit that happens to him, even in The Hydra after he kills a man with an elephant gun, he’s still more or less the same, he largely just walks out of it with a newfound realization. 
Relieving Cranston of the elephant gun, The Shadow steered his friend into the closet. Hauling the big weapon with him, The Shadow opened the door to meet and dismiss arriving servants who had dashed upstairs when they felt the house quake. 
"Whenever I see this gun," began Cranston, coming from the closet, "I'll remember what I did with it -" 
“Quite right," interposed The Shadow approvingly. "What you did to Mance will make amends for any elephants you may have killed. Too bad Mance didn't bring along a few more Hydra Heads.”
Slowly, understanding dawned on Cranston. He'd never compared his big-game hunts with The Shadow's quests for men of crime. He felt that The Shadow's cause was justified, but it had seemed outside the field of sport. It still was, but Cranston, now that he had dealt with a murderer who deserved to die, was realizing that his game hunts were more deserving of rebuke.
His encounters with The Shadow gradually changed Cranston from a useless millionaire wasting his resources and talents on idle pursuits, to...still largely a useless millionaire, except his resources and talents are no longer wasted and he’s gradually grown into a useful ally and friend to The Shadow. The Shadow tends to have that effect on people who work by his side and even Cranston, the guy whose main role in his organization is to just stay away and be useless somewhere else, can’t help but change a little into a better person when he appears. 
There’s an interesting article written by Bob Sampson called “The Third Shadow” which refers to the Bruce Elliot run of The Shadow Magazine, which is incredibly maligned by fans and not without reason, the stories all largely suck and the Shadow bears little resemblance to his former self, instead mostly feeling like a diet take on the radio show Lamont, more of an average detective. The theory Sampson puts out is that, during this period, it was actually Lamont Cranston who became active as The Shadow while Allard was busy overseas, and I definitely like this theory. It makes sense specially considering The Hydra sets up for Cranston to become more pro-active and serious:
While not the towering master-mind of Allard, he does become the next best thing: A post-war sleuth. He even indulges in wearing the cloak and slouch hat from time to time (to varying degrees of effectiveness), while trying to laugh like Allard (also to varying degrees of effectiveness) as if to fulfill that forbidden fantasy until he finally gets it out of his system. After all, The Shadow pretended to be him, why not the other way around?
As Bob Sampson put it: “It is always Cranston who explains all and takes the credit”. 
Probably very cathartic for Lamont, who for the last 18 years was relegated to being a distant supporting player in his own life. Cranston is still in contact with the agents however. He even receives "assignments" from Burbank. 
This entire arrangement could only be with The Shadow's tacit approval. Let us remember, Cranston was not merely some insipid fop. He certainly had done his own share of exploring and was indeed a hunter. He could handle a variety of firearms, was familiar with exotic peoples and their customs, knew how to stalk dangerous animals through the jungle and veldt, but he was not, nor ever claimed to be, a master secret-agent and soldier.
I think it is fitting that the writing is completely different for this period as well. Not the enigmatic journalistic style of Allards exploits, but the witty, modern champagne fizz of Cranston's odyssey in a Post-War world. He feels a full range of emotions. In the Gibson stories, The Shadow is at arms length. In the Elliott stories, Cranston is sitting right next to you on a train or an airplane or roadster. 
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It’s also interesting to consider how Lamont Cranston has basically become the true name of The Shadow in pop culture. Often times it’s the name people use when they specifically want to reference The Shadow, the supposed “Ghost of Gay Street” hauntings in Gibson’s former apartment took the form of Lamont Cranston, and even in the stories, more and more people became aware of it as the years went by (which also helps reinforce the idea that the “real” Cranston eventually took to acting as a fill-in for The Shadow, to draw attention away from the real Shadow’s operations), and Gibson even mentioned a few times that Cranston was The Shadow’s “favorite” identity along with Arnaud. Which is kinda fascinating to think about and does hint at some weird underlying aspects of The Shadow’s psyche, that his favorite identity is one not his own.
And at last, there’s these passages from The Whispering Eyes, a book that does not mention Allard once, and the very last Shadow novel: 
From beneath the seat he was taking his black garb. Cloaked and hatted as he stepped from the cab, Cranston merged immediately with the darkness. He had become The Shadow. 
Cranston's switch to his other self could well be attributed to a hypnotic mood. The mental lapses produced through hypnosis were the sort that would often cause a subject to revert to habit. Now, as The Shadow, Cranston was still in what might be termed a haphazard mood. He was skirting through darkness, pausing, changing direction, behaving generally as though avoiding something that did not exist.
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Lang had flung away his glasses; his eyes now showed the shining, hypnotic force that the lenses normally softened. He recognized the eyes that met his above a leveled gun muzzle.
The Shadow's eyes, yet strangely Cranston's, for this was one time The Shadow did not care to disguise them.
Which begs the question: Did Cranston succeed in fully becoming The Shadow? Or did The Shadow succeed in fully becoming Cranston?
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“Stay PT. 1” j.j.h
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Pairing: professor!jaehyun x prostitute!reader.
Genre: Angst, smut, fluff.
Warnings: Explicit sex, age gap, slight mention of violence.
Summary: y/n was a prostitute in the most expensive hotel of Seoul, not because she liked to have sex with strangers, but because she needed the money. Jaehyun was her college professor, he needed to “get laid” according to his friends, but he would’ve never imagined that the girl he hired was one of his students. His favorite student.
a/n: I’m sorry if this is shit. If you don’t like this kind of topics, please keep scrolling. I know that prostitution is illegal in Korea, but let’s imagine it’s not. Thank you for reading.
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“Alright, that’s it for today’s lesson. See you tomorrow.” Your creative writing professor dismissed the class. “Oh, wait. Before you go, leave your essays on my desk.”
Everyone groaned, specially those students who hadn’t done the assignment. You collected your stuff and pulled the essay out of your backpack.
“I’m really looking forward to read your essay.” Mr. Jung smiled warmly. “Your writing is impecable, maybe even better than mine.” You could feel the eyes of your classmates staring at you. It wasn’t common for your professor to compliment anyone.
“I’m nothing compared to you, but anyways, thank you, Mr. Jung. See you on Monday.” His dimples showed as he waved you goodbye.
You walked to your next class while Jaehyun left the building to meet his friends.
“Dude it’s been like forever since the last time we were all together.” Johnny hugged his friend tightly.
All the boys went to a restaurant near the school.
“So, how’s your love life?” Ten asked with curiosity.
“I don’t have time for that.” Jaehyun remembered all the essays he had to grade and felt the urge to go home. “Guys, I need to go.”
“But the fun hasn’t even started, we were gonna go to the club tonight.” All the boys whined.
“I have a lot of work to do, sorry.” Jaehyun picked up his coat while listening to his friends’ complaints.
“You know what? You need to get laid.” Johnny looked dead serious.
“What the fuck, John?” Jaehyun didn’t even know how to answer.
“When was the last time you had sex?”
“A year.” Jaehyun thought.
“Here.” Johnny placed a card in Jaehyun’s hand. “The place is a little bit expensive, but believe me, the service is amazing.”
Jae checked the card.
“You want me to pay for sex? I’ll pass.”
“As you wish bro, but that place is awesome.” Jaehyun left after hearing Johnny.
While he was checking the essays, the idea of going to that hotel wouldn’t leave his mind. “Maybe it would take some stress off.” He kept thinking.
After a lot of meditation, he decided to give it a try, if he didn’t like it, he could just leave.
He felt his hands shaking as he entered the hotel. Jaehyun walked towards the reception. Everything was so shiny, it was like being inside of a castle.
“Hello, how can I help you sir?” Jaehyun placed the card over the desk. “Follow me please.”
The walked towards the stairs that guided to the first floor.
“You just need to go up and turn to the left, there’s only one door so I don’t think you’ll get lost. Excuse me.” She bowed and went back to her place in the reception.
The stairs were made from quartz, the material was a little slippery, but Jaehyun managed to go all the way up without tripping. The lady was right, there was only one door with the inscription “Eden”. Soft music could be heard from behind the door.
A man welcomed him as he entered. He guided Jaehyun to a desk.
“Right now there are only two ladies and a man available.” He checked a book.
“I think I’ll stick with the ladies.” Jaehyun started fidgeting with his fingers.
“Very well.” He turned the page of his book. “One of them is 22, B cup, 1.60 meters tall. The other one is 30, C cup and 1.73 meters tall.” Jaehyun felt as if he was buying something. “The first one is submissive and basically accepts any kink the client wants to try, the other one is a switch and prefers vanilla sex.” The man directed his gaze to Jaehyun. “In my opinion, the first option is much better.”
“I think I’ll go with her.” The insecurity in Jaehyun’s voice made the man laugh.
“I’ll read the rules for you.” He cleared his throat. “Marking is strictly forbidden and so is any action that will affect our worker’s wellbeing. You’ll have an hour and a half to do what you need to do, in case of wanting more time, we’ll charge you $50 for every extra hour. No raw sex, you’ll have to wear protection, this is mostly to prevent a STD. And that’s all.” He pulled out a box from under his desk. “We also sell toys in case you’d like to purchase anything to make your experience better.”
“I think I’m good, thank you.” He put the box back in it’s original place. “How much will it be?” Jaehyun pulled out his wallet.
“$500.” Well, Johnny wasn’t exagerating when he said the place was expensive.
Still, Jaehyun handed his card to the employee. Once the payment was done, the man made a call.
“This way, sir.” He guided Jaehyun down the hall, the velvety walls gave the place a sexy vibe. “She’s inside.” He stopped in front of a room. “If you need anything I’ll be in my desk.” He bowed and left Jaehyun in front of the door.
He gathered all the courage inside of him and opened the door. The room was dark, so he turned on the lights.
“Hello, sir.” He froze when that familiar voice called him.
When you realized who it was you felt like dying from embarassment.
“Y/n?” He couldn’t believe his sweet student was a hooker.
“Mr. Jung.” You bowed a little too low, attempting to cover the blush on your face. “If you’d like, we can make a change. My coworker is free.” You were facing the floor.
“I...” Jaehyun couldn’t find any appropriate words. The view of you in a black lace lingerie set had stollen his breath. “I don’t care, but if you want to change then we can change.” He scratched his neck awkwardly.
“I don’t mind either.” To be completely honest, no one in their right mind would reject a man as handsome as Jung Jaehyun.
He stepped closer to you. With his pointer finger, he lifted up your chin. Those warm eyes made you feel somehow less nervous.
“I’m supposed to ask you about your preferences so...” Your words caught him off guard.
Would you still respect him after this?
“Sir?” Your soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
“Please don’t think I’m weird.” You giggled. “First of all... I like to be called master.” His ears started to turn red. “I like my partner to be completely submissive. I also have a thing for bondage, but if you feel uncomfortable you can forget I ever said something.” He was talking to fast.
“Mr. Jung, please calm down. It’s not my first time doing this. We can try whatever you want.” You smiled to comfort him, but on the inside, you were just as nervous as Jaehyun. “Shall we get started?” He nodded.
His hands cupped your cheeks as he leaned down to kiss you. It was soft, until he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You moaned into the kiss.
Both of you started walking towards the bed without breaking the kiss. He pushed you down and you fell in the soft bed.
“Mr. Jung.” You moaned his name when he started touching one of your barely covered breasts.
“Master.” He corrected.
His hands started to undo your bra.
“I’ll just...” He lifted your back to remove it completely. “So gorgeous.”
His hands cupped both of your breasts. Your hips tried to grind on his crotch.
“You want my cock? Such a dirty little slut.” He lowered his body and grinded harder on you. “Do you want my cock inside your tight pussy?”
“Yes, master.” You whimpered. None of your clients had turned you on as much as Jaehyun did.
One of his hands reached for your cunt. His fingers went over the wet patch in your panties.
“So wet for me.” He got up and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Jaehyun unbottoned his shirt and pulled down his jeans. He kneeled in front of you and slowly slipped your panties off your legs. “So pretty.” His thumb slightly touched your wet pussy.
He finally got rid of his boxers and hovered over you. “That’s huge.” You thought when you saw his length.
“Condom.” You reminded him. With a groan, he got up from the bed and pulled one out of the pocket of his jeans.
He quickly opened it and rolled it down his dick. He went back to his previous position and aligned his tip with your entrance.
You felt his length slowly entering you. It hurt a lot, but the pleasure started to overcome the pain.
“Please move, master.” His pace was inhumane.
You were turned into a moaning mess. No one had ever made you feel so good. He pulled one of your knees to your chest. The pleasure just increased.
“My slut is having such a good time, isn’t she?” You wanted to answer, but your orgasm took over your mind.
You clenched your hole around him. Jaehyun came with a low groan.
Your breathing was erratic, that was the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Jaehyun got rid of the condom and laid down beside you. His arms wrapped around your body.
“That was so good.” He laughed slightly. “You’re amazing.” His nose started rubbing against your neck.
“Thank you, Mr. Jung.”
“Oh please, I think you can call me Jaehyun now.” He softly kisses your cheek.
“Okay, Jaehyun.” You both laughed.
An alarm rang, meaning your service was over.
“I need to go.” You got up from the bed and started collecting your clothes.
“Maybe I can pay an extra hour. We can cuddle and watch Tv. Sounds fun, right?” His smile was so sweet that you almost considered his proposal.
But you couldn’t jeopardize your job because of a pretty smile.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You got dressed and grabbed a robe from the closet. “See you on Monday.”
“Oh, come on y/n. Stay, I really don’t mind paying fifty bucks.”
“Goodbye, Mr. Jung.” With that being said, you left the room.
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Love Is The Biggest Spell : Chapter One
A/N: Chapter one is here. Two opposite worlds, two opposite lives what happens when fate brings them face to face again? Hope you like this chapter . Feedbacks and suggestions are always welcome.
Pairing : Warlock Tom Holland x half mortal reader
Summary : Witches are forbidden to fall in love with mortals. But what if your long lost love returns to you as a mortal, can you defy your heart? Any spell any magic seems useless in front of the magic of love. Let's join our lovers in their magical conquest beyond life and death as they fight for their love unravelling dark mysteries of the past along their way.
Warnings : language, adult humor.
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"Good morning!" You greeted everyone cheerfully at the breakfast table as you pulled out a chair to sit for breakfast. 
"Good Morning to you too Madeleine!'' you cooed to your pet cat who was hovering near your feet. You picked her up and placed her on your lap whilst brushing her soft black furry coat. 
"Honey how are you feeling?" your mom asked. 
"I'm good. Why do you ask?" You bite into your toast.
"Y/N how many times I have told you that whenever you have those nightmares you need to inform me?"
"Really?!" You glanced at your cousin bewildered. 
"I had to." Erica shrugged. 
"And thank you Erica for letting us know."
"Mom it's just a stupid nightmare!"
"Yeah which is not letting me sleep." 
"I didn’t ask you to sleep with me." 
"Y/N don’t talk to your sister like that. She is worried about you just like us moreover she is five months pregnant she needs rest too." 
“Sorry” you mumbled. 
"We are going to the church today to get Father Boris's blessing." 
"Mom not again! Moreover I have to help aunt Rose at the coffee shop since Erica is taking a leave for the next four months.'' you whined. 
"I think your aunt can handle it on her own for today."
"Yeah Y/N listen to your mother, Jane and I can manage it for one day." your aunt reassured you. 
"Why do you and your aunt want to keep that coffee shop in the first place I don't understand. We literally own the Runeshire Daily and after you finish your degree course on journalism  you are going to take my place as the chief editor." You father remarked. 
"Dad, that is our family coffee shop which has been there for ages. And I love working there utilizing my free time. And after uncle Dan that is all aunt Rose has."
After breakfast as it was decided in the morning you were on your way to the church accompanied by your mother. The church was mostly empty as you both approached Father Boris. 
"Good morning Father" you both greeted. 
"Good morning. How are you Y/N?" He asked. 
"I'm good Father." You gave a tight lipped smile. 
"So again that horrible dream I suppose." 
You looked down and nodded in reply. 
"Father, why is this still happening to her?" 
"Mrs Warren God works in his own mysterious ways, maybe he is trying to send a message and we are mere humans. How can we decipher what he has in his mind? Just have faith in him and everything will be fine." 
He then turned to you. You lowered your head as he sprinkled some holy water on you and began reciting. 
"O God, who for the salvation of mankind hast appointed water to be the foundation of the greatest mysteries, graciously hear our prayers and fill this element of water, which has in manifold ways been purified, with Thy power and blessing; so that this creature of Thine may be used in Thy mysteries and endowed with Thy divine grace to drive away devils and to cast out diseases; that whatever in the houses or possessions of Thy faithful shall be sprinkled by this water, may be freed from everything unclean or hurtful. Let no spirit of pestilence or baleful breath dwell therein. Let all the snares of the enemy who lieth in wait for us, be driven forth, and let everything that threatens the safety or peace of the dwellers therein be banished by the sprinkling of this water, so that the health which they seek by calling upon Thy holy Name may be guarded from all assaults."
After the rites were completed you and your mother lit some candles near the altar and prayed for a while. You turned to leave but stopped in your tracks when you noticed your mother not coming along. 
"You aren't coming?" 
"No I want to spend some more time here you go or else you will be late for your class." 
"Okay then bye. See you in the evening" after you left the church your mother went up to Father Boris. 
"Umm Father I wanted to talk to you about something else too." 
"Please do not hesitate Mrs Warren" he reassured. 
"I think it's time to give her this. So can you bless this too?" your mother held out a ring in her hand it was a metallic ring with intricate celtic patterns etched out on its surface. 
"I understand what you are going through Mrs Warren. I have been seeing Y/N since her childhood and she is definitely a miracle child. But as her mother you have to stay strong, she will be needing her family's support to battle whatever is coming her way after she turns 25." He took the ring from her hand.
“I’ll have this purified and blessed. Don’t worry everybody here is God’s children he will surely look after her.”
You practically ran through your campus to reach your class. As you reached the hallway you stopped for a moment to catch your breath when across the hall you caught sight of the most hot and happening man in your life Cole Sprouse. You have known each other since childhood going to the same highschool and now the same university. In no time your  relationship transitioned from best friends to lovers. You were the 'it' couple of your class. Strangely you both never actually said those three magical words to each other but everytime you look at that raven haired blue eyed boy your heart skipped a beat. Cole was chatting with some other guys and his face lit up when he noticed you. He waved at you as you jogged your way towards him and threw your arms around to hug him. 
"Hey!" 
"Hi babe." He pecked your lips. 
"Hey you are late today!" Tony tapped your shoulder.
"Yeah sorry"
"C'mon hurry up or we will get late for the class. Let's go!" Jane came running across the hall.
After the class ended you were hanging out with your friends in the library. You were snuggled close to Cole as his hands lazily wrapped around your shoulder.
"So why didn't you come to the cafe today? It was quite a rush today." Jane asked. 
"Don't ask.. Mom took me to the church to get blessed." you scoffed.
"Mrs Warren finally came to know about the carnal sins you two commit in your bedroom." 
"Oh shut up!! It's nothing like that." You scorned. 
"Then what is it?" 
"Nothing it's just I get this stupid recurring nightmare once in a month where a group of men are chasing after me." 
"Oooooh interesting, are you sure it's a nightmare not one of kinky sexual fantasies?" everyone laughed. 
"Fuck off!! I'm not telling you anything." you grimaced.
"I'm joking.. I’m joking, come on now tell us." 
"So these men are trying to kill me because I'm a witch. Then someone shot me at the back and there's blood everywhere. And I don't have any fucking clue to why I get this horrible dream." 
"So do you know these men?" 
"No, their faces were all blurry. But according to Father Boris and my mom believes it too that I'm having visions of my past life and that’s insane! right?" 
"So you mean to say you were a witch in your past life that's awesome! Do you have a witch mark?" Jane joked
"Seriously? You deadpanned 
"it's the 21st century, not the mediaeval era. All this witch, magic and past life are utter bullshit!"
"See men were and always will be a dick." you added.
"Ouch!" Cole pretended to be hurt. 
"Sorry honey but that's sadly true." you pouted
"But you can't live without this dick can you?" you elbowed him hard giving him a playful glare.  
"Oww!" he winced as you continued 
"So as I was saying, men have always enjoyed superiority in the society and the time these witch trials began coincided with the time when women were finally finding their voice and demanded equal rights. 
And it's clear as the daylight in those times a strong opinionated woman was always looked down upon as a threat to the society so what's better than tagging them as witches and slaughtering them to shut them up.'' you ranted. 
"But there are reports of male witches being killed too." Tony pointed out.
"That's just to deceive people because the majority were women who have been killed." 
"You are just getting emotional with this." Cole said. 
"Your grandfather was a witch hunter right?" 
"Yeah sure he was." Cole admitted rather proudly.
"And you are proud of that?" 
"No not proud but kind of awesome too. 
" He killed innocent women, how's that awesome?!" you both started arguing. 
"How can you tell they were innocent? What I have heard is that they used to practise black magic to harm people." 
"Those are just lame superstitions." 
"You are forgetting that your grandfather was a part of that witch hunting group too." 
"And I'm so ashamed of him. I wish he rots in hell." 
"Okay that's enough of the discussion on witches and hunters. Can we focus on tomorrow's field trip to the mystical woods?!" Jane scowled. 
"Oh yeah thanks for reminding me about that." 
"Uggh! I hate historical field trips!" Cole groaned.
"It's part of our assignment on the research we are doing on the town's history." 
"I regret taking history as my elective man!" 
"Professor Brown will be so disappointed to hear this from his favourite student." Tony jokes. Cole rolled his eyes. 
"I really like the mystical woods though." You said absentmindedly. 
"What's so special about that place?" 
"I don't know. I just feel a sort of connection with that place. That place just calms my mind."
………………….. 
"Give this to her a month before she turns 25."
These particular words echoed in Martha's mind as she fiddled with the ring in her hand. 
"Honey, do you know where my glasses are?" Your father asked your mother as he searched for his glasses. But she was engrossed in deep thought. 
"Honey, is everything okay?" your mother was broken from her thoughts. 
"Hmm yeah-yeah." 
"What is that in your hand?" 
"It's this" she showed him the ring. 
"I think it's time to give her this as I was told to do so and maybe tell her the truth." 
"Not again, we are not telling her anything." 
"What if something bad happens to her Fred?" 
"Martha you're just being paranoid." 
"Oh am I Fred?! Because deep within your heart you also know that whatever is happening with her isn't just some petty nightmares." your mother snapped. 
"They are petty nightmares!" 
"Then why only on every full moon night does she have those dreams? And you know very well what happened on such a night 25 years ago in that forest." 
"You are just worrying too much and she will be completely fine." 
"I'm her mother Fred! And a mother has to worry when her daughter doesn't have any sensation to anything hot." 
"She suffers from peripheral neuropathy and the doctor himself confirmed that to us."
"Oh for God's sake! Do you believe that? How much you try to ignore the fact but Y/N isn't a normal girl, maybe she isn't a complete human!" she muttered. 
"What do you mean to say that Y/N, our daughter is…is a… Fred lowered his voice
witch?" He whispered. 
"Honey why are you trying to unsee the uncanny resemblance Y/N shares with her. Those eyes, that exact same face… " your mother broke down as tears filled her eyes. Fred hugged her planting a kiss on her forehead and spoke calmly. 
"Honey I know you are scared but nothing has happened all these years and I'm sure nothing bad will happen in the future just relax and let her also live her life peacefully." 
"I'm home!" You chirped as you entered your house. Your parents quickly composed themselves, your mother wiped her tears.
"Oh you're finally back! I need to talk to you about something." your mother exclaimed.
"Me too! But me first" you said excitedly.
"Tomorrow as you know we are going to the mystical woods so can you please wake me up early in the morning."
"Mystical woods what for?!" 
"Field trip I told you earlier."
"Oh! it must have slipped my mind." 
"So what did you have to say to me?" 
"Not say actually I wanted to give you something."
"Here." Your mother held the ring in front of you. 
"What's this?"
"This will protect you from every danger I had it blessed by Father Boris. Whatever happens, never take this off." 
"Mooom! Wasn't the blessing enough? You know very well that I don't believe in this nonsense stuff." 
"Y/N this is the last time I'm asking something from you. Please honey can't you wear this for your mother's sake? So that she can be sure that you are safe wherever you are." 
"Okay.. if this makes you stop worrying about me then I'm going to wear it." You slid the ring in your middle finger. 
"See! now happy? How can I ever say no to my lovely mom anyways?" you hugged her tightly. 
……………………….. 
“I’ll come back Tom. I promise no force of nature can keep us apart.”
"Brother you need to stop now and move on. She is not going to come back." Harry advised Tom. Tom was broken out from his thoughts who was staring at a framed photograph in his hand. 
"No she has to, she promised me that she will come back." he said lowly.
"Brother it's been 25 years you have to understand she is gone forever, she is dead." Tom clenched his jaws. 
"Moreover it was kind of her fault if she would have listened in the first place she needn't had to die such a gruesome death." Tom swiftly raised his hand, rage in his eyes and Harry was lifted in mid air by an invisible hand choking him around his neck. 
"Choose your words wisely Harry!" Tom growled. 
"Tom, even if you kill me, reality will never change those pesky humans killed her!" Harry choked. Tom let him down as Harry gasped for air. 
"Why have you even come here, leave me alone!" 
"I just came to inform you that father was looking for you." 
"Why?"
"Don't know may be about you taking the place of the next High Priest of our coven."
"We are deeply honored to establish a relationship with your family Father Holland." 
"It's my pleasure Lady Layman to make your eldest daughter a part of our family." 
"Father, you were looking for me?" Tom interrupted their conversation.
"Yes Thomas come sit."
"Thomas as one of the finest students of the academy and the most eligible Warlock you know you are most likely going to be the next high priest of our coven after me. So your mother and I want you to get married to Lady Layman’s eldest daughter Zendaya."
"Father, what has me being the High Priest has to do with my marriage? And Z is a friend of mine. I can’t marry her." 
"The coven needs a high priestess Thomas."
"Then you should start considering other warlocks like Harrison, I think he will be perfect. I don't think I can share my life with someone else in my life ever again." 
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It was an early autumn morning and a frosty chill hung in the air. The sweet surrendering scent of the morning dew filled the forest with a scent that did not belong on earth. Autumn leaves from the tall trees lay scattered on the forest floor; each of them turning brittle brown; there was a sound like dried cereal being crunched underfoot, pushing their papery remains deep into the soft soil. The dark shadows of the voluminous trees and the surrounding bushes had become the backbone of the forest, standing as passive protectors of a peaceful place. 
"This place spooks the hell out of me." Tony commented. 
"Students, the tree you are looking at is where the witches were hanged to death during the witch trials back then." Professor Brown pointed towards a huge oak tree probably a few hundred years old with a huge canopy. 
"We are going to spend an hour or two here so you all can explore and take pictures for your report. Stay close and don't go too deep inside the forest." Everyone scattered in different directions. 
You were walking behind your group, your eyes went to an abandoned path trailing deep inside the forest. A strange attraction was born inside you. You felt as if the path was luring you towards it. 
"Hey guys look at that road I think we should go there." 
"And get lost or most probably killed by a wild animal." Jane snickered.
"Don't be a pussy nothing will happen, maybe we can get to know something more. C’mon guys it will be fun! You pouted with puppy eyes. 
"Okay let's go." Everyone agreed. 
You all took the abandoned road slowly walking deeper inside the forest. The forest was ancient. The trees are thick and old, roots that were twisted. It's canopy was so dense that you could only see the occasional streak of sunlight that rarely touched the forest floor.
"Well, well, well look what we have here a flock of sheep coming this way." Laura gave an evil smirk as she pointed others towards your group from a distance behind the trees. 
"Guys call me whatever but I don't feel right here. This place is giving an eerie feeling let's go back." Tony cautioned, you all stopped for a moment to decide whether to go on further or not suddenly you heard a faint humming sound. A sweet feminine voice luring you towards itself. You didn't care to look back if others were following you as you walked forward following the direction of the voice. 
"Guys can you hear this faint music coming from the distance?" You turned around to find no one. The place appeared familiar to you as it suddenly hit you that you have seen this place in your dreams. You decided to continue moving forward. The forest was so still you could only hear the tread of your feet and the cracking of twigs and leaves underfoot. A smell of timidness hovers in the air... no clue of what is ahead! You clutch your fists tightly, as you keep moving forward. The bushes and trees of low growth had disappeared, to make room for gigantic mahogany trees, century old cork trees, and the acajou, whose sombre branches formed a vaulted roof of green eighty feet above your head. The path had grown wider, and stretched, in a gentle incline, towards a hillock of moderate height, entirely free from trees. There in the middle of the clearing you saw a platform more like an altar just like we get to see in churches made of big rocks. A big flat piece of rock mounted on two other rocks which were mostly acting like pillars. You went near it to examine it carefully gently brushing your hand over the smooth surface whilst circling around it. It was quite old as moses covered the surface, ferns growing at the bottom of the rock pillars. You heard the rustling of leaves in the nearby bushes. 
"Guys?? Are you there?" You looked around. 
"It's not funny c'mon." 
"Jane?!" You heard the cracking of leaves. 
"Cole is that you?!"
"Scream as much as you want human no one is going to hear your cries." Laura gave out a sinister laugh and began chanting a spell. 
You decided to go back and find your friends. You went to retrace the path you took to go back but suddenly out of nowhere a dense mist started to engulf the forest blocking everything from your sight. You were practically stuck in the middle of the forest lost with no way to go back. You took out your phone to open the GPS but to your dismay there was no network in that area. 
"Fucking piece of shit!!" You cursed at your phone. 
"Let's teach her a lesson shall we?" Remy suggested with a wicked smile. 
"Guys I think we should stop here, that is enough for today. We should not harm innocent people." Jacob advised. 
"No human is innocent, Jacob. Murdering is in their blood." Remy jibed. 
He focused on the branch of the tree you were standing underneath. You were fidgeting with your phone when it slipped off your hands. 
"Shitt!!"you moved forward and bent down to pick up your phone. 
And just then the branch broke with a loud crack missing you by a hair. You jumped aside looking up the tree gasping in shock. 
"What the hell! Really shouldn't have come here" you repented. 
"Good incantation you dimwit" Angourie mocked. 
"This wasn't to happen. How could it miss her?" he frowned. 
"Because you didn't focus properly!" 
"What are you all doing?" Tom suddenly appeared from nowhere. 
"Nothing Tom." Jacob said. 
"How many times do you need to be told that you should not use your powers to harass or create problems for others be it witches or humans?" 
"We were just having a little fun, that's it." Remy reasoned. 
"Throwing a branch of a tree on someone is fun to you?!" Tom snapped at him. 
"These humans deserve this for what they have done to our kind!"
"You are not the one to decide who deserves what and that girl definitely didn't do anything wrong!" 
"Yes Tom is right we can't judge someone for the wrongdoing of their ancestors." Zendaya also appeared at the scene. 
 "But she's trespassing our sacred place!"
"Enough! I don't want to hear anything, go back to the academy right now! I'll deal with you guys later" saying that Tom took off to your direction mumbling a spell to clear off the mist. 
"When did you become such an empathetic witch, sister?" Angourie smirked. 
"I don't have any choice, mother's instructions to try to get inside his heart and convince him for the marriage. Or else if it was me I would have levitated that girl in the air." Zendaya shrugged giving an evil grin. 
Tom slowly walked towards you as you desperately tried to contact your friends. 
"Are you lost love?" He said from behind. You jumped back in fright tripping on a rock and twisting your leg. You lost balance but before you could fall you felt two firm hands catching hold of your shoulders as you felt your back pressed against a broad chest. Your eyes were closed shut as you  clutched onto your phone tightly, your breathing erratic.
"It's okay love I got you." You heard the person reassure you in his thick British accent. He steadied you on your feet letting go of your shoulders. 
You slowly turned around to have a look at the person who saved you from falling down, and as soon as your face became visible to Tom his eyes went wide as a chill ran down his spine. He froze then there as he blurted out. 
"Amber?!!"
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The Saddest Part of All
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Hermione Granger x Platonic!Slytherin!Pureblood!Reader
Summary: It’s 6th Year at Hogwarts, and everyone is a bit worse for wear, but some have it a bit worse than others.
Word Count: 956
Warnings: none really, just a bit of crying and manipulation I guess??
Enjoy this random angsty Harry Potter Blurb I randomly came up with!!
There was a silent danger lurking around Hogwarts these days.
The Hufflepuffs seemed to be scurrying around quicker than usual, the Ravenclaws weren’t as focused as they were before, the Gryffindors we’re watching Harry Potter and his friends a bit closer recently, and Slytherins were all about to collapse in stress.
Most of the 4th year and up Slytherin Purebloods knew what was happening. They had heard the whispers in their homes after The Dark Lord’s return.
Those that were fifth year and older were beginning to be branded and given tasks to complete.
It wasn’t odd to look over at the Slytherin table during meals and see a half empty table, or the older teens with long sleeves, sweaters, and their robes on just to hide what would inevitably end them.
Not many knew the reason why, they assumed what was happening, but nobody truly knew why they were so scatterbrained and jumpy.
Y/n had someone to look after, Draco Malfoy, who had been assigned a task far too important to mess up out of fear. It kept her mind occupied knowing that all she had to do was make sure he was on schedule, not doing anything too awful herself.
However, what Y/n didn’t know, was that while Harry Potter was keeping a close eye on Malfoy, a certain muggleborn witch was keeping an even closer eye on her.
Hermione knew that Y/n was a good person. She was intelligent, almost more so than Hermione herself, Y/n was also stubborn, she weighed her options on every situation to make sure the right choice was made.
So when Hermione caught sight of her and Malfoy coming out of the room of requirement, rolling their sleeves down to cover a dark black ink, she knew that the situation was much worse than she’d ever imagined.
After a week of mulling over her own mind, Hermione decided to confront Y/n. She was one of the only Pureblood Slytherins to never insult Hermione directly, and she always gave her kind smiles when she needed them. They weren’t exactly friends, but they had a mutual understanding of how one another worked and respected that.
After a trip to Hogsmeade, Hermione decided that today was the day, so she borrowed Harry’s map of the school to find Y/n.
After a brisk walk to the library, Hermione was twisting around bookshelves towards the edge of the library, where the Restricted Section began.
What she saw was something she never thought could happen.
It was Y/n, ever the confident, always sure of herself, and one of the most put-together people, silently sobbing into her knees on the floor, books scattered in stacks all around her.
Hermione bent over to see Y/n’s face properly but lost her balance on the way down, landing on her hands and knees in front of Y/n, who’s head shot up at the disturbance, immediately pulling her wand up to Hermione’s face.
“Granger!” Y/n quietly yelped, eyes widening as she wiped at the damp tears on her cheeks, “What do you want?”
Hermione moved to sit on her butt and wiped the dirt off her knees and palms, facing Y/n, “You’ve seemed off the last couple days, I was making sure that you were alright.”
Y/n sat quietly watching Hermione’s eyes flicker around the library, avoiding looking at the wand that was still clutched tightly in Y/n’s hand.
Hermione glanced around at the books, noticing the sketchy titles and what the contents were, mostly Potions, counter curses, and a few books on Dark Magic.
“You know, don’t you?” Y/n asked as her and Hermione made eye contact, though Hermione couldn’t keep her eyes on Y/n’s for very long.
Hermione nodded, almost in a shameful manner, but Y/n slowly brought her wand down to her side and let go of it.
The two girls sat in the corner of the library in silence for a few minutes before one had the courage to speak up.
“So are you going to tell Dumbledore?”
“No.”
Hermione’s response was immediate, causing Y/n to quickly whip her head around to look at the girl.
“What? Why?”
“You probably have a good reason to be— what you are.” Hermione bashfully explained, “for as long as I’ve known you, you’ve never called me a Mudblood, or anyone else for that matter, I know you’ve hit Malfoy a time or two for being rude. I know you try and look away when your ‘friends’ say rude and prejudice things. I don’t have a deep connection with you but I know when you’re upset and, honestly, I’m worried about you.”
It was silent once again, but tears, once again, came up to Y/n’s eyes.
“He threatened to kill my mother and little brother if I didn’t comply.” Y/n sniffled, scrunching her nose a bit, “I would rather be hated or thrown in Azkaban after this is all over instead of losing the only two people who have ever really cared about me.”
Hermione couldn’t stand it anymore, she shot over and hugged the daylights out of Y/n.
There was no promise that things would get better after this, after Y/n helped do whatever it was she had to do, but in a weird, twisted way, Hermione would do the same for her family and friends.
And that day Hermione had another reason to up her work in helping stop He Who Shall Not Be Named, because he was hurting more people than those that opposed him, he was ripping apart families on his own side, and that may have been the saddest part of it all.
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She's been up since the crack of dawn, leaving Sinbad's side in the morning to deal with the work assigned to him by Ja'far. He'll sleep in for today, unbothered and untouched by his generals. No, it wasn't out of pure kindness and love for her beloved, but it was mostly because it would be more efficient for her to finish more than others and then have Sinbad's attention to herself.
At noon, she resides in his office, a stack of documents already proof-read, checked, and sorted out. At the opening door's sound, the Origin Dragon lifted up her golden gaze to see Sin enter the office. Her look of concentration and seriousness doesn't change as she speaks up, waving her hand at him to approach as she wouldn't get up: "Good morning, Sinbad. Just in time for my lunch break. Finishing up the last documents about the trade with Kina Kingdom," Zarina doesn't look away from the document, giving herself a moment to read over it and put it in the pile of documents she needed to Sinbad - as the rightful king - to look at. "I sorted out all the documents from the last and next weeks in three groups: those you need to look at, those you can toss away because they're useless, and those you can just your generals deal with instead of wasting your time. I've already asked Ja'far to deal with the latter one." Finally, the woman looks up at Sinbad, her lips curl into a small, adoring smile as she continues. "If I am to stay by your side, I shouldn't just relax under the blankets and wait for you to come back, yes? I'll ease some of your work load in the next two weeks. I'm going to join you on your next travel instead of Sharrkan as well." No, she's not asking, she is telling him right now. Quite unfairly so, with a cute smile and a soft tone of voice. "Am I fitting for your future queen if you wish to have me~?" It's a jest from her as she gets up from his table, grabbing the thin stack of documents that Sinbad would need to look at. She approaches him right away. "If you need my assessment of these ideas, trades, and offers, I'm always here to speak business. Alas, I might be less forgiving than you are, so take that into account... my love. Shall we discuss this during lunch?"
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Unprompted // Always open // @zorkaya
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The night before was pure bliss, Sinbad couldn’t remember when was the last time he had a good time. The night before, he’s had so much time indulging in the pleasures of alcohol and their festivals as well. But what he thought was going to be a long day of leisure that would follow..well his thoughts were completely wrong. The moment he woke up..and actually woken up without Ja’far having to burst into his room to disrupt him from his beauty sleep. It was such a nice feeling to wake up with your own power, long enough for his subconscious mind to ride out his hangover subconsciously.
Slowly Sinbad had freshened himself up and had gotten himself dressed, his robes fit him pretty fine and he was ready to indulge in his work or actually he was just ready to ‘survive’ another day of paperwork but the journey towards his office was a strange one. Everyone greeted him, ‘my king’, ‘sire’, so many nice things he had heard. But no mention of work, usually Sharr would have brought documented affairs from Heliohapt and Masrur would bring him news concerning the Reim empire but none of these people were seen.
In fact it looked as though his kingdom was being run on its own..but that was not possible right? And just where was Zarina? His beloved that he had spent the night with, where was she staying. “In fact..where was she?” Sinbad asked with curiosity in his voice as he began strolling around the kingdom’s interior. But she, nor Ja’far was found, at least not in their usual locations. At long last Sinbad had entered his office, deciding to just work and figure they would join him when the time comes.
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Though the moment he entered the room he was surprised to see Zarina with stacks of documents that were probably his once he was ready for work but given the circumstances it seems she had been here for quite some time already working. The sight was lovely, to see her so formal, so engaged with the work she was doing. This was definitely a sight he wanted to see more of in a near future with her in his.
“If I’d still have you? There was never a doubt in my mind.” Spoke the king as he approached her. A hand gently under her chin. “Oh there is so much we can discuss during lunch if you don’t mind that is.”
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summary: “take me to your leader.“ you couldn’t believe it. this man was otherworldly in all sense of the word. “well I hope you’re hungry, my dude, we’re going to visit the king of burgers.”
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Planet A3022 is on the brink of extinction. with little to no females there to repopulate and its king not interested in any one of them, he assigns one of his most trusted men to retrieve a female suited to his tastes willing enough to take his hand in marriage. things go haywire once the man in question crash lands into the considerably non technological Planet EA4728 with you there as witness.
genre: fluff, humor (??), angst, highkey crack, poly!au, alien!au
pairing: alien!taehyung x reader x alien king! ??
a/n: so apparently i haven’t updated this in s,,ix,,,,months,,,,, i thought it was like. three. i’m so sorry
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"Alright, fellas, first order of business." You start, clasping your hands together, standing over the couch where the rest of them are sitting and only slightly paying attention. Hoseok's man spreading, Seokjin's looking up at you with his hands tucked between his thighs, Taehyung's looming off to the side as if standing guard, and you think you saw Jeongguk picking his nose. You can't be too sure though.
Seokjin raises his hand. "Yes?" You deadpan.
"Can I state the first order of business?" He flutters his lashes a bit.
"Well." You clear your throat. He seems capable enough. "Sure. If you must."
Seokjin stands up with a flourish before you take his spot on the couch, plopping onto the cushions. He stands straight, clears his throat. "As we all know-"
"Boo." Hoseok interjects, grinning wildly when his boyfriend turns to him, unimpressed.
"So as most of us know," he continues, "There is currently an alien life form in our living room."
"That would be me." Taehyung nods in agreement, as if you all didn't already know.
"Yes," Seokjin continues as you all stare expectantly. "So." He clears his throat, promptly says, "what the fuck do we do."
Multiple horrified yells of "Seokjin!" resound throughout the living room, but to be honest you're not the least bit surprised.
"I thought you said you knew what to do!"
"When do I ever know what to do?"
"You're literally the eldest!"
"Wait, where's Taehyung?" You interject, standing up from the couch quick. The others follow suit, standing up with panic streaked faces and wide eyes-- and then you hear the fridge door slam shut.
You nearly trip over your own feet as you sprint into the kitchen, spot Taehyung's face shoved deep inside the refrigerator before you even process what he's doing. Skidding to a halt, you watch as his brows furrow in concentration, and he pulls out a frozen packet of chicken nuggets. He takes one look at it and promptly shoves it back inside.
"So you must wait for your nourishment to become cold while inside this... contraption?" His nose scrunches in distaste. Maybe even pity. "My. How dreadful."
"Yes. Woe is me." You deadpan.
You watch Taehyung waddle around the kitchen for a few more moments before you turn back to a very amused Seokjin trailing behind you. He takes one look at your blank expression and snorts. "Well. This is going quite well, isn't it?"
"Shut up."
"Maybe you should go outside with him. Show him around. Maybe even bond."
You turn back around, spot Taehyung marveling at the lit up microwave, turn back to Seokjin, unamused. "Yeah, no."
"It's actually a good idea, though," Hoseok interjects, leaned against the kitchen island. "Maybe then he'll learn how to be a somewhat functioning member of society."
You all turn back to Taehyung in unison. He notices the eyes on him, sets the wooden spoon he'd been holding inside the fridge. "Why is it you are all looking at me?" He asks, then continues before any of you can even answer, "Ah yes, I just remembered, but I have actually been wondering the whereabouts of those lizards. I haven't seen them. Have you managed to contain them? That is most impressive."
You blink. Was there a lizard in the apartment? You turn to Hoseok for an explanation, but he only shrugs.
Unless. "Oh no."
Taehyung looks at you with barely contained excitement at the idea of seeing the giant lizards, and Hoseok and Jin cackle beside you.
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You go through your daily routine knowing a relic from outer space is walking around your living room and possibly causing havoc. He's not doing much for the most part, just walking around inspecting things as if he were in a museum. You tell him not to mess with anything as you get ready, occasionally peering out the hall to get a glimpse of what he's doing.
He follows you, too, watching you as you brush your teeth, mess with your phone, wash your face. You try to explain as much as you can, but it's harder when he asks things you'd never even bothered to think about, much less explain. ("Who is your king?" "Oh uh, we don't, like. Have those anymore." "I'm sorry, what?")
He's peering over your shoulder as you wash the dishes while he plays with the kitchen appliances. You have to stop him from touching the burner only once, so you take it as a success. ("Where does the water come from?" "I don't know. Pipes, maybe." "Where does it go?" "I don't know." "You humans are so ill-informed.")
It's as you're going to work that the problem arises.
"Where are you going?"
"Work," you huff as you toe your shoes on, "I actually work at home, mostly. I paint, get a little money sometimes, but I also work part time to, uh, survive."
Taehyung nod nod nods, watches you for a moment before declaring, "I'm going with you."
"What? No," You frown, pull him back before he can walk out the door, "You can't come with me, it's work."
"I refuse to waste another second apart from my king. We shall leave at once!"
He throws open the door, walks outside barefoot and all. "Taehyung, shoes! Shoes!"
Thankfully your workplace isn't far, not even a ten minute walk, so you're forced to take him with you. It isn't supposed to take long, but it does, at least today. Taehyung stops every two seconds for you to explain something to him, and you really want to be annoyed at him, but-- you can't. It isn't his fault, and the way he shrinks away from fire hydrants and cars and storefronts and bicycles is--oddly endearing.
It goes moderately well until you have to stop at a stoplight.
"Y/n!" He states loudly, holding an arm out in front of you, "These mechanical deathtraps could harm you, I suggest you stay behind me."
"Thank you, Taehyung."
"Is there not another way? This route seems awfully dangerous."
"It's the only way, Taehyung."
The light turns green and the other pedestrians step away from the sidewalk, but the man stays glued to his spot until you give his back a little shove. He starts walking but in the most ridiculous fashion possible, one arm out in front of you and the other at the stopped traffic, as if that would keep the cars at bay.
He's walking too slowly, and you're only about three-quarters of the way across the street before the light turns red and the cars start honking. Taehyung jumps with a little squeal and then you're being ushered hurriedly through the rest of the way.
"Goodness," he breathes, "Good thing I was there to protect us."
He sounds both relieved and completely serious. You just stare for a second before breathing out an incredulous snort, "Yeah, good thing." You pat his back in thanks. He looks smug now.
You arrive shortly after, the comforting scent of coffee beans and sweetened milk and chocolate syrup welcoming you as you step inside, Taehyung trailing behind, hand taking a fistful of your shirt. The dulcet chime of the bell rings softly, and the alien's eyes widen comically as he marvels at the small expanse of the coffee shop.
"What is this delightful scent?" He murmurs as you walk towards the counter, the man already eyeing the display of sweets, hands pressed to the glass. Jungkook walks out just then, practically throws the rag he'd been holding onto the counter as he skips out the backdoor. He always clocks out like this, you think.
"Y/n!" He greets as he pulls off his work apron, hanging it on a nearby wall hook. He looks up, spots Taehyung beside you, and his forehead is pressed to the glass now. "You brought hyung with you?"
"Mm," you hum, pulling on your apron. "I was kinda forced to, really."
"Well, good luck with that," Jungkook snorts, "I'd help, but I have to go home and study."
He's not gonna study. "You're not gonna study."
"No I am not." He says it in one breath, grinning cheekily, then turns to Taehyung. "Hyung, are you gonna be okay?"
Taehyung recovers, but doesn't look away from the desserts. "Of course I will. I'm an alien." He says in front of the entire store. You're mildly horrified until you realize no one would really believe him.
You make him sit by a nearby table, close enough for you to watch him whenever you can. He plays with the napkins for the first few minutes as you tend to customers, but starts pacing around after some point, making conversation with the nearby patrons. An old lady with kind eyes and laughter lines takes a liking to him rather quick, petting his hair and pinching his cheeks, and you watch him smile at her with your own barely contained grin and a swelling heart.
He talks with you too, whenever he's close. You notice he can't stay in one spot for too long, and you always have to search for him whenever you look away for even a second. ("Why is this kitchen appliance so oddly large?" "The spoon's just for decoration, Tae.") You wouldn't think it at first, but Taehyung talks so much you think he might just burst with it, and sometimes his smile is so big you wonder how he can get any words past it.
You let him taste coffee at some point, when there are no customers and your manager isn't around to scold you for giving away coffee for free. He takes one sip and you watch as his face scrunches up into immediate distaste. You give him a milkshake instead, and it keeps him occupied for about three minutes before he's finished and asking for another.
(Now he wants to follow you to work every day and you think you've maybe made a terrible mistake.)
((maybe.))
"Miss y/n," he starts, pulling at your sleeve. You'd called him as soon as your shift ended, and he'd smiled and come bounding over in one, two, three little skips. "I require sustenance."
You can only groan.
"Well, go figure."
"I saw a strange contraption in a store we passed by, the one with the books," He continues, hands flailing and gesturing wildly, as if it would help his explanation. "Also, the place smelled quite nice. Take me there."
You're not sure why you comply, but you assume it's mostly out of obligation and definitely not because of how endearing he looks, eyes wide and curious and bright bright bright.
It takes a little while for you to actually find the library. You retrace your steps and the rest of the walk is without incident, other than Taehyung window shopping and obnoxiously trying to 'protect' you against everything, including but not limited to: cars, other pedestrians, and a dog. He just ended up petting the dog, though.
The library is quaint and charming and a little too lovely for a library tucked away small and hidden, like a hole in the wall. There are low hanging vines growing from the ceiling and family pictures sitting by the front desk and books that are color-coded, their bookshelves low low low, just in reach for little kids. Taehyung has never looked so enamored, you think.
You try to look for the strange contraption he'd mentioned but find that you can't look away from him for even a second. He's in the color-coded section, paused at the yellows, pulls out a book with a terribly drawn giraffe on the cover, like the work of art of a child. He flips through the pages with a rare little grin and something-- constricts in your throat. Turns you into mush.
You find a vending machine tucked into a little corner, and Taehyung trails behind you only to mutter an impressed little "oh!" and start jamming at the buttons.
"Miss Y/n, this doesn't seem to be working." He says. You wordlessly dig around for some money and push it into the slot, watch as his mouth opens into a little 'o'. "Such simple machinery, and yet so convenient!" You feel oddly proud at humanity.
"Choose something," you mutter, gesturing at the many options behind the glass. He leans in closer, brows furrowed in concentration. Up close like this, you can see that the boy is long. Long and-- lanky, contrary to his proclamations that he works as a guard for the king himself. Up close, just like this, you can see that he has spider leg-long eyelashes. He doesn't blink, he bats. Every time.
It's quiet for a few moments until he points at a pink soda can. Turns to you and bat, bat, bats. "I like the color," he says.
When you both arrive back home, there's soup shimmering on the stove, steam wafting through the pan's slanted lid. Hoseok's already eaten but he sits by the table to watch you eat anyway. Taehyung's there too, but he's mostly just scrutinizing and picking at his bowl.
You're staring at the ceiling now, then watch the time change on the microwave, then count how many scarves are hanging in the entry. At least four too many. Seokjin keeps buying them for you and Hoseok and neither of you have stopped him.
"You good?" The older asks, not impressed with the way you're mechanically shoving a spoon to your mouth.
The spoon doesn't even have any soup in it, you realize belatedly, but you're pretty sure all your energy went into lifting it to your mouth, so. So.
"Seok, how do you feel about eyelashes?" He stares at you oddly when your head lolls to catch his reaction.
"I think you should go to bed, maybe."
"It's like four in the afternoon," you say but aren't completely against the idea, so you continue, "carry me."
He coughs out a surprised laugh, grumbling something under his breath, something that sounds like you're so needy, god-- but he complies, anyway, because you know he pretends he hates it but actually likes taking care of people. Taehyung stares oddly as Hoseok carries you princess style towards your bedroom, like he's confused and intrigued. You don't know what that means but don't really want to know, anyway.
After Hoseok ruffles your hair and closes the door behind him, you think you hear Taehyung say "carry me, too," from down the hall shortly followed by a low smack, but you can't be too sure.
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