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the-expired-tofu · 1 year

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The Devil's Trumpets | Pt. 1

|| A 'The Glory' fanfic ||

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a/n: Hey there, this is my first time writing a fan fiction. I might change a few things in my fictions later on. Also, my English isn't my first language so my writing might lack some fluency. Hope you enjoy :) trigger warnings: bullying, murder, gore, depression, abuse, mature content, violence, sexual themes. pairing: reader x multi

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“Y/N DID YOU MESS UP YOUR CUSTOMER’S ORDER AGAIN?” My manager yelled.

“I’m sorry, I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again,” I apologise as I bow in front of him, followed by a sharp pain of his slap right across my face. Gasps and whispers echoed in the room.

“Fifth time this month. Do you get what I'm saying? FIFTH TIME THIS MONTH!!! Am firing you next time you do this again. YOU HEAR ME?”

“Yes sir.”

He begins to walk away as I retreat back to clean the counter.

"Honey, you should go easier on her," The manager's wife whispered.

"Look, we are the only ones properly running this restaurant and we barely get any customers. This is the least i can do to atleast get more people.”

"Don't you think he's being too hard on her? She barely got a proper job after her graduation. He should be grateful that she even chose to work here," whispered one of my co-workers.

"I don't know. I heard she ran away from her house. We don't even have any information about her family. Don't you think it's all too suspicious?"

"Is Min-Hee really even her niece? Or is that a child she had out of wedlock?"

And so all the whispers followed. So many rumours yet none of those ever bothered me.

My shift is almost over.

I’ve been working at a fast food restaurant in Seoul for two years now. I live in an apartment few blocks away with Min-Hee, my four year old niece. Her parents were killed in an accident two years ago. Her mother, who was also my sister, had wished for me to take Min-Hee into custody. Quite many people were against this idea since I was financially unstable to raise her on my own. Today, I can say am financially stable enough to get Min-Hee into a school. The restaurant employees, including myself, are not well compensated. Payment of bills and rent is quite difficult for all of us. The money I make from my job was enough for me to manage a roof over our heads. Even though I never wanted to live like this, I am still grateful of the fact that I no longer live in Semyeong.

I finish my shift by depositing the rubbish outside in the restaurant's back yard. I was thinking of buying some noodles for Min-Hee on the way home when I notice a shadowy figure standing at the end of the street.

I didn't give it much thought until the person started walking towards me. Nobody else was on the street except me, and our restaurant had just been closed by one of my coworkers. It was 9:45 p.m. I don’t know where to go. I don’t have anything to protect myself with.

The faint light in the street helped me figure out the person’s appearance. The individual had their hair tied back as a low ponytail and wore a long grayish coat along with long loose pants. As the individual came more nearer, I could finally see the face. It’s a woman.

As she eventually approached me, I could finally recognize her. I felt chills running down my body when she got more closer. I remember who she is.

Moon Dong-Eun. After so many years. I was quite curious to what happened to her after she dropped out. The Moon Dong-Eun I remembered from high school feels like an entirely different person than the one standing right in front of me. But what the fuck is she doing here? How and why did she find me?

“It’s been quite a long time. How are you doing y/n?”

I didn’t say anything at first.

“You can say am doing fine I guess. I have a job now and…." I paused. I decided to stop blabbering and cut straight to the chase. "What are you doing here? How the hell did you even find me?”

“I will explain that later. I need your favour.”

“Favour?” I crossed my arms as I said so.

“Yes. I’ve been wanting to do this for quite many years now. I can even pay you if you want.”

“Pay me?" That's strange. "Okay. What is it that you need from me?” I ask hesitantly.

She doesn't say anything and looks around. Is she trying to look out for someone?

“I need you to go back to Semyeong.”

My arms dropped to my sides. The silence grew louder between us. I stood right there in disbelief. No, I cant go back there. Not when I have Min-Hee now, no. I worked hard to get away from that godforsaken place. No. I cant go back there.

“Sorry I cant. I cant just go back to Semyeong just because you asked me to. Am not going back even if you pay me. Since you’ve been able to find out where I live, you might already know that I have my niece to take care of. Sorry. Just find someone else.” I raise my hands as I try to dismiss our conversation and retreat away from her.

“I understand your reason. But don’t you think they're living their lives quite easily, after knowing what they’ve done to you? What they’ve done to us? Don’t you want revenge too-”

“Am sorry. I already told you, I cant go back there. I can barely afford anything these days, let alone go back to the hell I escaped from. Sorry, I wont help you.” I nod my head as I gather my things.

“It’s 10 pm. I have to get back.” I say after a pause. I start walking towards my apartment. Min-Hee is waiting for me.

“Yoon So-Hee was murdered.”

I stop dead in my tracks. Yoon So-Hee? Oh I remember her so well. Someone like us. Yoon So-Hee. She disappeared one day out of nowhere. Or so I was told. Nobody was able to find out what happened to her. Yoon So-Hee.

“What?” I turned around to face her.

She shows me a picture of a dull yellowish name tag. On it was carved in black “Park Yeon-Jin”. My mouth went completely dry. Yeon-Jin? She is behind the disappearance of So-Hee? How did Dong-Eun find that out?

“I mailed this name tag to the police right after I dropped out, hoping it would work, I was pretty naïve back then.”

“If you gave that to the police, how do you have the picture with you then?”

“I have my sources, which I can’t tell you yet.”

I keep staring at the name tag, did she really murder her? She willingly went that far to kill someone for her pride?

“After Yoon So-Hee’s disappearance, the police found a body of a girl in her teens with her skull cracked. Maybe she had few of her ribs broken as well. The body was found near the abandoned building of our school. Apparently, they did find a pink lighter at the roof of the building and never informed anyone outside their own people, but because of the snow, they couldn’t trace who it belonged to. The sweater she wore was burned too.”

All this information was just a lot for me take in. I just couldn’t say anything.

Dong-Eun takes my phone out of my hand and dials some random digits on it. She saves the number under her name. I need to put on a phone password.

“Call me if you ever change your mind. I’ll see you later.”

I stood there completely motionless as she walks away to the end of the street. She gets into her car and drives past me, didn’t even bother to look at me. What did she get herself into? How the hell did she manage to get hands on a confidential evidence? What will be her next move? She did mention she had some help in accessing the name tag. Then who’s helping her? Are they even reliable?

The ring of my phone interrupts my chain of thoughts. It’s Min-Hee calling from a telephone number.

“When are you coming home?”

“Almost there. Just crossing the street.”

“Doesn’t your shift end at 9.30?”

“Yeah I was just caught up with some stuff. Do we have food at home?”

“Oh yeah we have the leftovers from today’s lunch.”

“Oh that’s great. I’ll be right home.”

“Okay.”

I slide my phone inside my pocket as I walk up the stairs. Moon Dong-Eun. What the hell are you playing at?

I walk into my apartment. I haven’t stopped thinking about what Dong-Eun told me. She comes out of nowhere, tracks me down, finds out where I live and where I work, and decides to tell me about an information I am in no liberty to talk about to anyone. Are there more people who know about this? Or is it just me? What the hell do I do now?

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muiltifandomnerd · 4 months

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Adventures of Chika Hanabusa: The Restoration of Earth

Disclaimer: This book follows the events of Percy Jackson and Heros of Olympus fanfic, this fanfic will not include Trails of Apollo, The Kane Chronicles, and Magnus Chase.

Chapter 21: Earth Being A Cranky Old Lady

Gaia PoV

I had awakened from my nap, still trapped in that girl’s body. Her self-consciousness seems very pure with many flowers like roses, sunflowers, daisies, and even cacti. The landscape is forever a sunny day. It is impressive but it is still a prison. This girl, Chika Hanabusa, is painfully naive when it comes to understanding evil, but I sense no malice from her compare to her kind. I would have pity demigods for they are slaves to the gods, if they didn’t defeated my children and I in the war. I can respect the fact that they are braver than the gods and have the gall to face me. How can demigods be so content to fight for uncaring beings? After all, they have neglected to take care of my body and focus on making bastards with mortals. Humans are awful too, they have polluted my domain with their factories and have wage wars with each other since they were created by Prometheus, my grandson. Speaking of humans, I can sense the girl has appeared in this realm.

“Hi I assume you have woken up, I want to talk to you?" The human girl, Chika appears, with her green shorts and a floral design tanktop, I'm assuming these clothes are what is considered sleepwear.

“What makes you think I want to talk to you mortal?” I sneered, that gall of this girl to demand my audience.

“If you don’t want to talk to me that’s fine but I do want to understand you.” The girl naively says. I just bitterly chuckle, how can a human even attempt to comprehend a being such as myself?

"Know your limits, girl, how can you think of such a thing?" I coldly say and the air has become a bit colder, I see so this place can change this girl and my emotions.

“You’re right, I can’t understand you since I’m a human and you are the planet. I do want to make this world a better place and I do want to end pollution in some way. I do want to stop animals from becoming extinct thanks to my kind actions. I do need your guidance.” Chika bows in the grass. I came out under the grass and formed a humanoid form. The grass has covered my body and hair is loose around my head. The human looks at me in awe, it seems she can sense my power.

“You seem aware of human wickedness and yet you dare pester me with these false promises, tsk just say you want my power to wage your stupid wars," I say in an irritated tone, I'm not going to hear it from her, she's no different from her kind. Greedy, treacherous, violent, revolting primates.

“No I don’t want your powers at all, I just want to help the planet the best way I can. I’m very limited but I am passionate about preserving the environment. I just want to make things right.” Chika exclaimed while she sat on her knees in front of me.

“You can’t make things right, you are just one stupid demigod. Your kind has hurt me for all too long. Your kind are nothing but a bunch of selfish ingrates, who destroyed my body beyond repair. Your kind has made zero contributions to making my realm better. Now get out of my sight before I will kill you." I say loudly, this human is making me angry. She has been wasting my time, saying all this feel-good rubbish. ‘oh, I want to help you, I’m a good person’, she just scum like all the rest.

“You’re right, I’m a stupid demigod who is way over her head. But at least I’m not a bitter old hag like you, you just give up on us. I guess I can’t blame you, my kind have taken you for granted and we have exploited you for our gain for far too long. I do want to help you, but not at the cost of killing my kind. Look I will leave now, someday I hope you can open your heart to me and we can become friends. I just want to say on behalf of my entire species, that we are sorry and that we will do better for your sake." Chika says while her presence is gone away from me.

Good riddance, this girl is way over her head. I’m not going to get duped with her small promises. Is she right about me being a bitter old hag? Great now I'm being self-conscious about this. Why did she just apologize to me? What game is she playing? Was she being sincere? I didn't detect any lies from her. I don't know what to do with her or even what I should feel about her. I can say that she's annoying, I'm going to sleep. I'm too old for this do-goody nonsense.

#pjo #pjo ocs #pjo fanfic #gaia

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nyx-umbrakinesis · 12 days

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Hello!

Just a little A/N so any of you lovely readers of mine know.

(It was longer than I expected in the end, it's now in the undercut 🤣)

(This post is about how I write Ace Alastor, Gender, Sex, Race, and Sexual Orientation (it's longer than I planned as more and more came out as I wrote but hope it explains things for those who want to know a little more about my writing and about how I write and feel about Alastor and his Ace canon orientation)

I do try to make the 'Reader' in my fics as G/N as possible, I will try my best to avoid using pronouns in my fics and I rely heavily on pet names (which I do IRL as I'm an affectionate person 😁) to avoid using things like 'Y/N' or 'Reader' which I personally prefer not using for a smoother (IMO) more immersive read.

I will often use the readers Sex in the fics as it's just a lot sexier (IMO) to describe how it's affecting 'You', which I know so far I'm guilty of only writing from a female perspective (in nsfw, I don't describe sex organs in sfw if I can help it) I do plan on doing some male reader perspective fics once I've gotten my current fem reader WIPs out of the way.

I am a little nervous at writing them as I'm personally cis female and I hope I do the male perspective justice and it isn't a load of hard to read non immersive rubbish, I also hope I write Alastor and Lucifer's experience's well enough that I can develop my skill and transfer it over to a male perspective reader

I've not had any negative feedback so far on the sex scenes so I hope that means I did good male and female wise, and I know it can be nerve wracking to comment on people's work so I'm going from the few positive comments I have and the reblogs and hearts I've gotten, but I do encourage any constructive advice or even if you want to see certain things in the future, I am very friendly and I won't be mean I promise💜💜💜💜💜

Also I am aware of Alastor's sexual orientation in canon and I completely respect him and the Ace community and don't for a moment think he or any Ace person should change.

I really can't help that I have latched onto Alastor in such an intense way (my AuDHD loves him) but I do still try to keep him in the Ace spectrum (with what knowledge I have researched) and not make the sex about his gratification or desire for sex itself, and use it either as a powerplay or manipulation tool (as he knows he's desirable).

Or if the fic is about him in an established relationship with the reader or any other character it will be about seeing his partner come undone for him and/or doing it all for them and their pleasure, he can take it or leave it in regards to sex (I know I don't explicitly say it in the fics, I do try to do things subtly, like little things with him only getting undressed at the last moment or being very dominant and having reader or Lucifer vulnerable for him and the power being a big motivator for him and how it feels to have them begging for him etc) I hope I explained what I mean well enough.

I don't for a second think anyone's sexual orientation should ever be changed nor their gender identity, fictional characters are fictional and I like to play with them, I am personally (Pansexual and hypersexual which means all characters are at risk lol 😂) but as I've seen many times in many fandoms all characters can have sexual orientations, sex's and genders get changed left right and centre.

I do know and understand it's difficult if you're part of a smaller less represented LGBTQ+ community to see a character who in canon is really lovable/amazing and represents your sexual orientation and/or gender identity get portrayed differently in fanfics or changed because of self indulgent writers.

I hope you know now I'm not trying to change Alastor and by no means want to see him like this in canon, I just really love him as a character and it helps my own mental health to play with him too sometimes 💜💜💜

And it will be the same with Velvette when I write her with a male reader (I will also write gender swapped readers for each of my fics or I'll try to if you guys want me too), I don't think her sexual orientation should change in canon and I love that she's lesbian, just as I love Alastor being Ace, I just wanna borrow and play with them for a bit (😉), and I hope that's okay. 💜💜

I also try to be inclusive with race and will often avoid describing specific colours of readers skin, or hair or eye colour but if I do make mistakes in those areas don't be afraid to give me a nudge and point out the error okay 💜💜

(In my last fic I know I described the reader as having a red tail and that's because the animal she had features of that I'd chosen was a red squirrel, hair colour and eye colour I still left ambiguous not all the hair had to be red for example, I'm not a redhead myself which most of you who know me on my main blog or discord will know as I have pictures of myself up)

Also if you're in the Alastor simp sanctuary discord server and follow me just drop me a comment or pm and I'll follow back (as this is my sub account it'll be my main account that follows you)

And if anyone wants me to read their stuff in general I take recommendations just send a link 🫶

(I will add this to the bottom of my pinned post too so anyone in the future can see this little (large) note 💜💜)

~Nyx~

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spacejellywrites · 27 days

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Marvel Fanfic - Light Elf OC & Peter Parker

"You're going to fall," Einar teased, grinning.

They were watching Peter walk tight-rope-style along the edge of the roof of the Empire State Building. They popped the last piece of the first half of their sandwich into their mouth.

"I am not," protested Peter. To demonstrate, he leant over the side. "See, I'm too sticky!"

"Ew," said Einar, mouth full.

"Not like that!"

Einar laughed mockingly. "Ha ha. Sticky boy."

"Shut up! That's not what I meant!" Peter waved them off. "You're so immature."

"Says you!" Einar stuck out their tongue at him.

"Oh, yeah? How's this for immature?" He snatched up the uneaten half of Einar's sandwich.

"Hey!" Einar stood up, grabbing for it, but Peter held it just out of reach. "Give that back!"

"Nuh uh!" Peter was backing away, approaching the edge. "Not until you apologise for calling me sticky boy."

"Never!" said Einar, defiantly.

"Then you're not getting this back!"

Einar grabbed for it again. Peter took another step back, holding Einar away from him with his free hand. They pouted.

"You're so mean to me."

"You started it!"

"So mean to me, all the time." They gave their best sad-little-sibling-eyes, hoping Peter would give in.

"I'm not falling for that. You brought this on yourself."

Einar sighed. "Fine."

They stepped back, as if to move away, but when Peter dropped his guard they gave him a hard shove. He toppled backwards off the edge, screaming as he went.

Einar bent double, laughing their head off. A moment later, Peter swung back up onto the roof.

"I hate you."

"No, you don't."

"You threw me off the Empire State Building! I could have died!"

Einar rolled their eyes.

"Don't be so dramatic. If you couldn't handle being pushed off a tall building you'd make a pretty rubbish superhero."

It was Peter's turn to pout.

"You're such a bully," he complained. "I'm telling Steve."

Einar froze.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, you think?"

The two of them stood there in a standoff.

"Apologise, or I'm telling Steve you tried to kill me."

Einar huffed. "Fine. I'm sorry."

"Thank you."

"Can I have my sandwich back now?"

"Sure." Peter handed it to them, grinning. "I think I lost some of the fillings on the way down, though. You know, when you pushed me off the roof."

"Jeez, I said I was sorry."

Peter gave their head a playful shove.

"Elf ears."

"Webhead."

They sat down together on the edge of the roof, legs dangling over the edge. Einar bit into their sandwich. Somewhere below them, a car horn blared.

"You know I don't actually hate you, right?" Peter asked, quietly.

"Of course I do, P, don't be stupid." Einar nudged him with their shoulder. "I deserved it anyway."

He laughed, nudging them back. "Yeah, you were being annoying."

"What else are little siblings for?"

"True," he admitted. "Anyway, what I was trying to say was, I love you."

"I know."

"Seriously? Han Solo? Right now?"

"I love you too, dumbass."

"That's more like it."

Einar took another bite.

"I wasn't going to rat you out, either. I know I wouldn't have died, and it was pretty funny."

Einar snorted. "You screamed so loud."

"I was falling off a building!"

"'Aaaaah! Save me, Einar, save me!'"

"I did not say that."

"Are you sure? Because I'm pretty sure I heard you say that."

Peter shook his head. "Lies. Lies and slander."

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks."

"Shut up."

You can read more about Einar here and here!

#einar tag #fanfic #fanfiction #my ocs #space jelly writes #marvel fanfiction #marvel mcu #peter parker #spiderman #light elf

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hotchley · 2 years

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🐨 “And now she doesn’t” oh my gosh that’s hilarious. I love it. Not gonna lie, I had to consult Google cause I wasn’t sure what Eid Al-Adha is a celebration of, and I think your explanation is better than Google’s. Eid Mubarak!

You may be thinking “Kate, it is 5:30am in your part of the US right now. Why are you awake??” That is a valid question. The answer is I DONT WANT TO BE. But in the name of work, I’ve been up for an hour. I have to work a community run thing and it’s super early in the morning. The hit show Parks and Recreation does not accurately depict what it’s like to work for your city’s Parks and Recreation department, I gotta say. There’s a lot more small children, early morning, and less falling in love in the real-life version. So I’m currently making coffee and reading fanfiction in my basement because I don’t wanna wake anyone up.

I’m trying to think of any other news. It’s too early; my brain doesn’t work. I read an absolutely horrible trilogy of books because TikTok told me to. Were they good literature? Nah. Were they outdated and questionable in multiple ways? Yep! That being said, did I blow through all three in less than a week, re-read them and freaking annotate them, and am now unable to stop thinking about them? Indeed. This is not a recommendation, by the way. They’re awful. 10/10 would NOT recommend to anyone. They will ruin you. Also I don’t want you to read those monstrosities and see all the horrors and the THIRTY-TWO trigger warnings and be like “why does Kate endorse these??” I don’t. They’re horrible. They also must be laced with something because once you start, you cannot stop. BookTok has corrupted me. The trilogy was called All For The Game, if you’ve ever heard it mentioned.

Anywho, I gotta leave for work! At 5:45am. Godspeed to me.

Yes, it's both awful and the funniest thing! Yeah, Eid-ul-Adha always gets referred to as second Eid/Bakrid in my house and it's always more toned down for us. Like we still get dressed up and decorate and fast the day before and we've started doing a qurbani here as well as back in India but because there's a lot less build up it's a lot less like: YES! PLANS!

Thank you! It was a strange one because this time round I actually had Covid- so did my mum and sister- so we were all stuck upstairs and if we wanted anything when my dad wasn't here, we had to do full PPE. I enjoyed relaxing. My sister constantly complaining about how rubbish it was kinda dampened the mood, but I technically published my novel that day so!

Oof that does not sound like a lot of fun I currently hate waking up early even more than usual! I've never actually watched Parks and Rec properly, I kinda tuned in and out whilst my sister watched it. I do remember don't be suspicious though! Still, coffee and fanfic sounds like a nice time!

TikTok recommendations seem to very often suck? Like I only ever see people critiquing them or providing different ones! I hated Normal People- why were there no speech marks? And I understand that both Marianne and Connell were white, as was the author, so their experiences with the world are different to mine but I could just never get past Marianne telling Connell to essentially give up all financial stability for an English Lit degree. It felt rude, tone deaf and just stupid and I hated it. So yeah :)

I googled them... it doesn't seem like my type of thing which is probably good otherwise I too would've been reading them! Although I do think I've heard about them but only bad things? I'm not quite sure what the problem with them is, but I'm not sure I even want to know? I will admit to reading all of The Selection series up to the one with their daughter because you know, that was where I drew the line. I also read the Delirium series when I was in year eight or nine? Also truly awful, I would recommend neither bleh.

Good luck and I hope it was fun! Do you do like mornings/afternoons or is it a proper 9-5 thing? How many days? I'm so interested in hearing about your job because it just seems fascinating!

#people talk to me #koala kate #🐨anon

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boxofbadaddiction · 4 years

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Gotta Get Me Some

Fred Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Umbridge Detention, Swearing, Implied Pot Smoking, Heavy Duty Make-Out Sesh.

Note: This is my first ever fanfic. I'm aware I'm pretty rubbish and OMG! WHY IS IT SO LONG??? But I'm sure I'll get better in time.

Inspired by Nickelbacks "Gotta Get Me Some" which is linked to the title.

The arrival of Winter, typically, meant the castle of Hogwarts were filled with the shivering and cheerful voices of students and staff anxiously awaiting the beginning of the Holiday festivities. However, with Delores Jane Umbridge set rampant upon the school there was little room for joy in the lives of any of the Hogwarts occupants.

"The bloody bitch is a menace!" Came the familiar drawling voice of Ronald Weasley.

It was breakfast and the Great Hall was filled to the brim with complaints following the latest set of 'Educational Decrees' which saw the students, already slim, range of freedom lessened still.

"No loud music. No groups larger than 3. Gryffindor as good as dead in the Quidditch finals-"

"HEY!" Ginny had taken Ron's remark against her teams performance rather personally, still he carried on as if uninterrupted.

"What's there left for that pink, old, Toad to take away?" He questioned to the equally disgruntled group of teens hundled around their morning pumpkin juice.

"I know, it's just dreadful isn't it?" Answered Lee Jordan. "I can't wait to be shot of this place for the holidays! I mean..." he glanced sorrowfully over his shoulder toward the Ravenclaw table, a look which did not go unnoticed by the rest of the group, "there's just nothing left to be cheerful for" he stared glumly back to his breakfast where he poked and prodded a cold piece of sausage across his plate.

"Oh give it a rest, Lee." Snapped the impatient voice of Fred Weasley.

"Just because you've no longer got someone to snog under the mistletoe." Continued George.

Their attitude caused Lee to slouch somewhat ashamedly in his seat.

"Don't be so insensitive!" Defended Hermiome, noting the further drop in his mood. "What is the matter with you two!? Your best friend is upset, the least you could do is be supportive!

"You're right, Hermione. I'm sorry Lee." Said George.

"Yeah, our bad mate. Just a bit out of it this morning...had detention with Umbridge late last night." Fred straightened himself from leaning on his elbows as he cletched his left hand, lowering it below the table.

"What'd she have you carve this time?" Lee asked concernedly.

"The same," responded George, showing the fresh scar upon his hand which read 'I must obey the rules', "she's got it out for us honestly."

The group grimaced at the sight.

"Has she said anything to you, since it happened, Lee?" Spoke Ginny, eager for a change of topic.

"Nothing new. Just the same everytime I try to talk to her; 'I don't see this going anywhere. I need someone more serious. I have my future to think about.' As if I'm the reason she's flunking potions." He rolled his eyes.

The group couldn't stand to see their friend so upset. He'd been, understandably, moping for days since the sudden termination of his eighth month long relationship with a fellow Seventh Year, Ravenclaw.

"Forget about her, mate." Fred stated abruptly, "you'll find someone better in no time."

"Someone who doesn't try to change everything about you." Chimed George.

Fred had never much cared for Lee's partner of choice. Her feelings were mutual, toward not only the devil-may-care redhead, but also his equally chaotic twin. Following the boys words of encouragement a wave of compliments and support erupted from the mouths of everyone else currently involved in the conversation, which crashed upon Lee. Seemingly having the desired effect as his mood greatly improved over the remainder of their meal, until came time for everyone to depart for their various classes.

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Several tiresome hours later found most of the group, minus the Twins and Lee, lounging comfortably about the Gryffindor common room. Everyone was quietly enjoying the time to themselves. Everyone that is except for Ron who, per usual, had countless complaints to share on the topic of the 'Hogwarts High Enquizitor'.

"Did you hear her today before Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"What happened?" Ginny asked, only partially interested in the conversation.

"She gave him a serve for standing too close to Hermione." Sniggered Harry who, quite frankly, found the whole situation rather amusing.

"Boys and Girls are not permitted to be within eight inches of each other!" Ron mocked in his best impression of Umbridge.

"What's she expect to walk around a corner and catch me snogging?"

"Well, not you snogging anyone" George had just entered through the portrait hole, followed closely by Fred and Lee.

"You've got about as much chance being caught with a girl as George and I do being caught doing homework" Fred teased as the room broke into laughter.

A scowl plastered itself across Rons face. Insulted, he tightly folded his arms across his chest and slumped back between the cushions of the armchair he'd perched himself on.

"Awe, come on now Ronniekins. Mind the attitude", Fred goaded while roughing Rons hair. This earned him a rather hard slap across the arm, as he attempted to bat away the unwanted contact.

"Yeah," George began resting on the arm of Rons seat, "it's not all that bad."

"What's got you three in such a good mood?" Hermione questioned noting the new found spring held in the boys step as they strutted about the room disturbing the previously content group of teens.

"Just had a good day is all" Lee smirked, eyes flicking toward the Twins.

"You've planned some ridiculous prank on Lee's ex haven't you?" Ginny groaned with a look of you'd-better-fucking-not etched across her freckled features.

"No, nothing like that." Lee assured her, clearing the resounding tension from the air with a wave of his hand.

"Well, what then? You all looked ropeable at breakfast this morning. Now it's like you've won 100 galleons." Piped Harry, intrigued by the boys sudden optimism.

"We just got some good news, that's all." commented George vaguely, as Fred and Lee chuckled.

"What good news?" asked Ron.

"None ya business." Chorused the Twins.

"Oh come on you three! Just tell us!" Ginny and Harry were on the edge of their seats while Ron continued to scowl and Hermione remained utterly indifferent, immersed in yet another book. Good news was scarce these days and if it was enough to get the Twins excited this news was obviously well worth their time and pestering.

"Alright, fine then." Lee propped himself up straightly in his chair, ignoring the sounds of protest from the Twins as he leant forward to whisper to the eager group of ears. "What's it matter, really?" He shrugged.

The group was now huddled closely together around a small coffee by the fire on their knees. Everyone's attention fixed directly on Lee as he spoke.

"There's a scheme in action throughout Hogwarts. Someone is planning an end of year party right under the nose of that great, Toad."

Hermiones face showed no interest. "Really. That's all, a party?" Everyone promptly began shushing her.

"When is it!?" Asked Ginny, excitedly.

"No idea" replied the three seventh years at once.

"Well then, where is it?" Harry attempted to carry on the conversation.

"No idea." Came the chorus again.

Harry, Ron and Ginny eyed each other confusedly. Unable to see how a party with no location or time could have got the boys so happy.

"Who's planning it?" Hermione broke the silence.

"No idea."

"I'm missing dinner for this?" Ginny huffed as she slouched back against the bottom of the couch.

Harry could not have been anymore confused at this point. "So tell me, how exactly has this lifted your spirits?"

"Because it's going to be the party!" Lee answered.

"There's this tradition you see..." said George.

"Every year the graduating class holds a secret party under the noses of the staff. Obviously this year will be the best because no prior year had Satan at the helm." Fred explained. "But it's more than that. This year has already gone further than any before."

"How so?" Sighed Ron.

"It's a complete secret to everyone." Said Lee.

"No one's going to know when" smiled George.

"And no ones going to know where, until the day of." Fred smirked reclining with his feet up on the couch, hands nestled comfortably at the back of his neck.

"But then how do you know about it?" Piped Hermione.

"The group involved in it's planning has begun spreading rumours to get the word out. Only those invited are being told." Nodded Lee.

Ron was smiling now "I'm so going - OW!" Fred had reached and slapped the back of Ron's head again.

"No can do Ronniekins." He stood.

"Strictly seventh years only." George and Lee followed suit as the boys headed toward the portrait hole.

"Why tell us then??" Complained Ginny.

"Because you asked!" Lee laughed.

"What a bloody waste of time." She shook her head heading for dinner.

"What do you reckon, Harry?" Nudged Ron. But Harry didn't get the chance to answer as Hermione sprang into a lecture.

"Does it matter? One, you can't go - it's seventh years only. Two, this whole thing is terribly thought out! You can't hold a party that no one knows any details for. Not to mention the fact there is no where in the castle that a party could take place without detection. Not enough people know of the Room Of Requirement for it to be used. Lastly, even if by some miracle this plan does go ahead can you just imagine the punishment those who attended will receive when Umbridge finds out? And she will find out! Besides, Ronald. As school prefects we could not allow for such an event to take place. It goes against at least 30 school rules. Ones not set by Delores mind you. It won't go ahead so there's no point discussing it any further." Hermione was short of breath when she finally finished.

Given her friends deadpan expressions her lecture, per usual, had little effect. Frustrated she collected her belongings and left for dinner also.

"Sucks the fun out of everything, doesn't she?" Whispered Ron, as they followed. Neither game to admit just how much they wanted an invite to the mystery party. Not around Hermione at least.

---

Two weeks had passed since news broke of the Party and school spirits had lifted substantially as a result. Amongst the seniors at least. Although, it may also have had something to do with the approaching Quidditch match, between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, set to take place shortly after classes concluded in the afternoon. Students hastened themselves in storing their possessions before hurrying off to the stadium.

Halfway toward the pitch the Twins were deep in conversation over new product ideas when the sudden call of their names caused them to turn. Lee had been attempting to gain their attention from some distance behind. He looked far too excited for someone so out of breath as he ran up to his awaiting friends.

"Nice of you to finally join us." George laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're so funny, whatever. Listen!" He pulled the boys aside of the walking track to avoid being over heard. "The party's happening tonight! That's why I was late, a Ravenclaw was talking to me and -"

"Which Ravenclaw?" Asked the Twins, excited about the news.

"Doesn't matter."

"Given that tone, I'd say it does." Fred raised his brow. But Lee remained quiet.

"Which Ravenclaw?" They demanded.

"Oh fine! Alright, my ex. We were snogging in Moanies bathroom when the bell rang and she told me. Are you happy?" Groans and eye rolls came from the redheads as they processed the information.

"You'd just gotten over her mate" said George as they began walking, now running late for the game.

"Hadn't spoken to, or about her in weeks!" Fred spoke.

"Yes. And snogging was my reward! Now, you're sort of missing the important information here!! The party is on for tonight! Word has it, there's a deal between the teams seekers to push today's match back as late as possible. So Umbitch has to extend tonights curfew. That will draw some of the suspicion away from students wandering the halls late. Since they begin play at five, and curfews at nine, we're hoping for a three and a half hour match at least."

"Where's it happening?" Asked George.

"Some room in the Dungeons. There's going to be a marker set up to let us know where to go."

"What's the marker?"

"Haven't the foggiest."

"Well that's handy" Fred sighed. "Still no idea who's planning this?"

"Nah, but when she told me, she did happen to mention it's a friend of hers."

"What about the time?"

"Now that, I do know something about. Everyone's been given an individual time to arrive. To avoid a build up of students roaming toward the Dungeons past curfew. Our time is 10:45."

As they reached the stadium entrance the boys opted for a change of subject, as they took their place within the commentary box.

A total of 3 hours and 52 minutes later saw Hufflepuff victorious.

---

Time seemed to move agonisingly slow from that point as the boys waited in their near empty common room, keen for the night ahead.

"It's happening tonight isn't it? That's why you're all down here dressed up!" Ron had been pestering the boys for the past 40 minutes at least having noticed them wearing what you'd consider their best jeans and shirts.

"Give it a rest Ron!" Ginny snapped. Evidently even those uninvited few who knew of the party had grown tired of Rons relentless begging. She huffed as she changed position on the common room sofa.

"Like you aren't itching for an invite." He hissed back.

"We aren't going to tell you so just stop being such a nagging little prat, and leave us alone!" Fred growled.

"You weren't invited and we're not taking you!" George glared at his younger brother, and spoke with such a tone of finality that Ron reluctantly admitted defeat. Sulking in a neighbouring armchair.

"It's time" interrupted Lee, standing from his seat. "If we leave now that should give us plenty of time should we run into any obstacles along the way."

Indeed, the thought of stumbling upon Filch, or his cat, a rogue professor or prefect patrolling the halls, perhaps even the big bitch herself put a certain extra degree of temptation over the excitement for the night. At least it did for the Twins. Lee was slightly more apprehensive as he was not quite as adept in late night adventures compared to his prankster best friends. Fred and George could sense Lee's nerves in his voice and assured him that it would be "no more than a walk in the park".

Making use of their extensive knowledge of hidden passages and corridors the Twins had memorised, the boys met few speed bumps along their way. Aside from one encounter with Peeves the Poltergeist, whom they convinced to keep their whereabouts a secret on the word they were off to Prank Umbridge. Peeves gave them no such grief as a result.

"Right." Whispered Fred as they entered the Dungeons. "What's this signal we're meant to wait for?"

"If I were to hazzard a guess Freddie, I'd have to say...that." George pointed.

As if summoned by their presence a neon green ball of light appeared before them, glowing brightly against the pitch black corridor.

"Shall we gents?" Lee gestured for the Weasleys to move forward.

As they approached the ball began to move slowly throughout the space. Gliding ominously down the long empty hall and turned right down a passage which they knew led to the potions classroom.

"I swear, if this is a joke and we're about to be dumped on Snapes doorstep I'm pushing you both over to make my escape." Fred joked.

After a few more minutes walking the Gryffindors had passed their potions class and, while holding their breaths, the office of one Severus Snape. The orb led them directly to an unused classroom at the very end of the hall.

"Here?" Asked George. "Last I saw of this room, it were no bigger than Hagrids hut and stacked high with crap!"

The green orb flowed seamlessly through the old wooden door, coaxing them to continue onward.

"Here goes nothing, I guess." Lee shrugged as he placed a tentative grip on the doors handle and swung it open.

Whatever they had been expecting it sure wasn't this. The room had obviously been cleaned and made subject to an expansion charm as the ceiling was considerably higher than they recalled. However, what stood before them was not the hustle and bustle of a raging party - but two glistening white sheers with a note attached.

"Please shut the door before parting the curtains." It read. Confused but obediently the boys ensured the door was closed securely before passing through the thin fabric.

Immediately the scene changed. Their ears were met with the deafening sound of alternative rock music and the laughter of what was surely the entire cohort of seventh years. Tables lined the walls with an assortment of food and drink, as well as allowing areas for seating. The atmosphere was warm and inviting and they couldn't help but smile as they admired the amount of effort which must have been placed into making this a reality. Casting their eyes toward the ceiling they noticed an array of multicoloured orbs - similar to the one which lead them to the room, glowing brightly above the centre of the floor which lit the party like 70s disco.

"You made it!" Called the voice of Angelina Johnson as she ran to embrace the new comers. She was clutching a drink firmly in her left hand and swaying considerably, indicating she had indeed been here for quite some time and that was in no way her first drink.

"You're clearly having a ball." Fred chuckled, near having to yell over the noise of the place.

"I've been here since 9.30. That was my time. GEORGE!" She startled him before pulling him down by the neck to speak into his ear, "that girl you fancy from Hufflepuff is here. She's been asking about you! By the drinks last I saw." She pointed.

"Well. I mustn't keep her waiting much longer, must I?" He winked at his brother signalling his departure. Angelina mumbled something about needing a new drink and followed as she drained her cups last drop.

Lee and Fred set off into the crowd to enjoy the night.

---

Two hours and too many firewhiskeys later found George shamelessly snogging and wrapped tight within the arms of said Hufflepuff, and Angelina presumably with her head buried deep within a toilet somewhere.

Lee and Fred were having the time of their lives, drinking and dancing the night away. That was until Lee found more issues for himself in the form of his ex dancing and kissing someone who wasn't him. All his hopes of rekindling their relationship were decimated. Fred noticed his sudden drop in emotion and promptly shifted his gaze to meet the object of Lee's loss of enthusiasm. Had he not been met with the most beautiful shade of [y/c] eyes he'd ever seen, he probably would have noticed Lee excuse himself from the floor.

Fred's heart began to race and it was like everyone in the room disappeared except for you. Mesmerised by the way you smiled and moved in time with the music he couldn't look away if he tried. He knew he recognised you from around school, you were in his grade after all, but surely you'd never been this breathtaking.

You were huddled close to Lee's ex, stealing her from the arms of the boy she'd wrapped herself around, smiling so bright the lights were dull in comparison. You clung to one another instead as you danced, bodies intertwined in a way that made Fred jealous. He could have watched you all night, and probably well would have had it not been from the sudden sharp blow of an elbow to his ribs.

George had appeared, lips swollen and hair dishevelled, with a drink for his brother.

"Interrupting an important thought am I?" He smirked handing his brother the beverage. "You know, Freddie. If you fancy someone talking to them usually accomplishes more than just staring at the poor girl." He laughed.

"Oh, suddenly so wise now that you've come up for air, are you?" Fred teased, sipping some of the purple concoction he was sure he shouldn't be drinking. "Who is she?" He turned back to look at you.

"Who?" George asked trying to peer over the mass of heads. But you'd vanished.

Fred's face sank. Chugging his drink and rushing through the tight group of bodies jumping and laughing together. As he reached the place where you'd been dancing he searched for you but even standing at his full height he was unable to catch so much as a glimpse of your [H/L + H/C] hair.

Disappointed he removed himself from the crowd, to the outskirts of the room, where he leaned against a table with his hands in his pockets. Desperate for a hint of your figure but nothing. Seconds turned to minutes as his heart began to race and he panicked slightly. Had you left? He began to fear the thought he'd never get to see you again tonight when suddenly...

"Hey" a drink appeared infront of his chest, "you look like you could use a drink." He turned to see you smiling sweetly at him. Shocked his lips parted slightly while he stared at you awestruck. He lost himself in your eyes. Merlin! They were so much better up close.

"It's okay" your words snapped him out of his daze, "it's just firewhiskey." You tilted your head a little, raising the cup further infront of him.

"Thanks." He hastily reached for the drink, fingertips brushing your own. He felt goosebumps rise up his body. How could a girl he's never spoken to before have such an effect on him? Smiling his eyes raked your body as he took a sip. Noting your tight leather jeans and lose black top that sat off your shoulders. The outfit reminded him of a muggle rockstar.

You stared deeply back into his eyes as they met yours again. Never breaking the stare as you downed you entire drink in a mouthful without even batting an eyelid. To say he was impressed was a vast understatement. Firewhiskey was by no means a weak drink. His eyes widened and he laughed watching you place your now empty cup the the table next to you, raising a curious eyebrow at his reaction.

"What?"

Fred turned his head back to face the crowd on the dancefloor, raising his cup to his lips once more. "Nothing", he said with a twitch of his lips and a small shake of his head. He drained his cup before looking back down to you, "I get the feeling you can really handle your alcohol."

"What can I say? I like the taste" he laughed at your comment. "So, which one are you?"

"Fred" he held his hand out to you, shaking it you never let your eyes leave each other for a second. "I must say, you have me at a loss. You know who I am, but what's your name, lovely?" He stepped closer to you and turned his body to face you fully.

"[Y/F/N + Y/L/N]"

"How is it I've never met a beautiful girl like you before?

"I'm pretty easy to miss, if you're not looking for me."

His eyes scanned your body again, running his tongue slowly over his bottom lip before pulling it gently between his teeth, as he did so. It was probably the hottest thing you'd ever seen. Making your knees weak. You'd always considered the Twins handsome, how could someone not? They were tall, confident, charming, smarter than you knew they'd care to admit, fiercely loyal, and it'd be a lie if you said you hadn't noticed how Quidditch sculpted their bodies over the years. They were like fucking Gods around Hogwarts.

"Well..." Fred spoke as you both admired each other. "I'm sure now, I'll never be able to stop myself looking for you." He smirked inching ever so closer.

It was your turn to bite your lip now. He was so close you could smell him, and fuck did he smell good. You felt your body warm as you took in his scent. The sensation reminded you of fresh Butterbeer on a brisk Winter's day. Completely intoxicating.

"I think it's time for a refill" you said grabbing your wand to summon a bottle of Whiskey from the table down from you. You filled both cups before turning back to face him.

"If I didn't know any better" he took the drink from the table, "I'd say you were trying to get me drunk." He drank slowly from the cup.

"Just trying to see if you can keep up with me." You said with an innocent expression, "anyway. It's good for you." You drank.

"It's good for you now, but it won't be easy tomorrow."

"I'm a big girl. Reckon I can handle it."

He laughed, looking back over the room briefly. He caught a glimpse of George with a girl who Fred was sure wasn't his same kissing partner from earlier, dancing up against him. He raised an impressed brow to his brother, which earned himself a shrug and nod in your direction. Fred knew exactly what he meant by that. He was telling him to get a move on, not that he needed any goading.

His attention back on you, he watched as you drank more of your whiskey. All he wanted to do right now was push you against the nearest wall and have at you. However, he figured that may be a tad forward of him so he decided not to mention the fact.

"So tell me, [Y/N], what house are you?"

"Take a guess." You teased.

He titled his head, taking his time to look you over. Starting at your eyes and travelling slowly down to your lips, to your neck and they paused for a moment longer as they reached your exposed collarbone. Mind drifting to imagine how soft the skin would feel under his lips as he left hickies across it. He examined your whole body in what he felt could have been hours. Really though it was just enough for you to refill your drink, having finished it again moments ago.

"Well, you're clearly not Gryffindor." He began. "Otherwise, I'd absolutely have spoken to you before now."

"Clearly" you mocked.

"Certainly not Hufflepuff."

"And what makes you say that?" You asked curiously.

"Because Hufflepuff is the most innocent house in the school. And I can tell you are anything but."

"Oh you can tell can you?" Raising your eyebrows in surprise at his comment.

"Absolutely" he nodded.

"What gave me away?" You pouted, feigning dejection.

"Well, Darling, if it weren't for that devishly wicked smile you wear so well, that's been driving me crazy all night." You averted your gaze, smiling, trying to hide the blush that threatened to form on your cheeks. Slowly casting your eyes back up to meet his that'd never left you. "Then I'd say it's in the way you drink Fire Whiskey like it's pumpkin juice. Or from the red in the whites of your eyes which, naturally, is from..." he took a step into you and leant his head down to your neck. His nose grazed your skin and you could feel his breath on you as he inhaled your scent deeply. He lifted his lips to your ear where he whispered "-that's hardly the smell of tobacco now is it?" Turning his head enough to stare into your eyes, smiling proud and somewhat cheekily.

"Quite perceptive, aren't you?" You whispered back to him. He shrugged stepping back to sip his drink. "You know I saw you watching me earlier. Dancing."

"Couldn't take my eyes off you, love. I've never seen somebody move that way." He was grinning at you, far too content for your liking.

"Well." You finished your drink and set aside the cup, "what do you say you replace my previous partner?" You grabbed his right hand and began making your way to the dance floor which, although still bustling with life didn't house nearly as many sweaty bodies as before. You flashed him that same devilish grin you now knew he loved so much.

Chugging his drink and casting aside the cup he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, nestling his chin in your neck "lead the way."

Never letting his hand leave your grip you brought him to the middle of the floor where you pulled him into you slowly. Once you were flush against one another you began to move. Shamelessly enjoying the touch of each other's body. He spun you, and you were swaying and grinding against him when he pulled you back. You stayed like that till you were both sweating and panting quite heavily. Unable to contain the smiles that graced your faces.

You couldn't take it anymore, the look in his eyes and the grip on your waist was sending you crazy, reaching a hand up and around his neck you pulled his face dangerously close to yours "want to get out of here?"

His grip on you tightened as he responded "absolutely" and with that dragged you toward the exist.

George caught Fred's attention momentarily, he had a curious expression on his face. He simply smiled and winked back at his Twin. George laughed sending up a mock, celebratory fist pump.

Slightly impatient, you pulled Fred by the front of his shirt out past the curtains. You had no idea how loud the party had been until you were faced with the eery silence of the empty Dungeon corridors. The muffling charm placed on the sheers working perfectly.

"Come with me, I know a place" Fred said taking your hand.

Quietly manoeuvring through the castle halls, he pulled you into a hidden passage behind a tapestry, through to an empty classroom away from prying eyes. With a quick glance through the crack of the door to ensure you weren't spotted Fred was surprised, and satisfied to say the least, when he turned from closing the door to be immediately met with your lips on his.

You pushed him back against the wall. The kiss was passionate and so full of need you wondered how either of you lasted this long. His hand cupped your face as he deepened the kiss. Your hands on his chest began to snake their way over his body, one resting on the back of his neck to tug on his soft hair, the other wrapping around to his lower back where you pulled yourself against him. Causing him to groan at the sensation.

Soft moans and light gasps for air were the only sounds to penertrate the nights silence. Both of you were desperate for one anothers touch. An intense need to have you built within Fred like a fire. Mirroring your movements from earlier he grabbed a fist full of your hair as his other hand clung to the small of your back.

He spun around so it was you pressed against the wall. Hunching his body so he could lean fully into you, your tongue traced his bottom lip and he responded.

He tasted like Whiskey and Chocolate. You, undoubtedly, like Whiskey and Smoke. He ran his hands down below your ass and lifted your legs to wrap around his waist. You giggled slightly as you wrapped your arms around his neck to support yourself.

He walked blindly over to the centre of the room, lips never leaving yours as he placed you on top of the nearest desk. He pulled himself tight between your legs, arms now firm on your lower back.

Pulling away from your lips he moved to place love bites and kisses along any bare skin he could reach. From your neck, to behind your ear, to your shoulder, he wanted all of you. Lightly tracing his mouth along your soft skin he ducked his head down further to your collarbone to make true his earlier fantasy. Leaving countless hickies across the bone. Chest heaving against him as you threw your head back in pleasure, running a hand through his hair once more.

Gently moaning his name, he hummed in response sending vibrations through your skin. You could have stayed like that forever.

Unfortunately for you however, you found yourself interrupted by the sudden opening of the classroom door.

Snape.

"Ugh, Fuck." You groaned in frustration, letting go of the redhaired boy who was practically lying on top of you. Fred parted from you and turned to face the door.

"Mr Weasley. Miss [Y/L/N]. Detention. Two weeks. Hope this late night rendezvous was well worth the 50 points you've just cost Gryffindor, Weasley. And [L/N]...20 from you."

"Ahhh..." Fred spoke as realisation began to dawn on him "so you're a Slytherin." He laughed to himself. "It seems so obvious now."

"Return to your houses immediately." Snape growled as you hopped down off the desk top and walked past him trying to contain your giddy smile.

"Was worth the punishment" Fred leant to whisper in your ear as you both walked. "Best night I've had in a while."

"Glad you liked my party then" you looked up at him. He froze. Watching as you kept walking and turned through a hidden passage.

"Yours!?" He asked astonished jogging to catch up with you.

You nodded. "mine."

"God. You've got everything I want, all rolled into one."

You reached your parting point. Looking up to see the clock on the wall you hadn't realised how late it was till now. Although, it's not like you were worried about the time while you were busy wrapped up in Fred.

"I take it you won't miss me passing by in the halls from now on." You joked.

"Not a chance, love."

You reached up to place one final kiss to his lips. Just as passionate as the ones before, only far softer and slower. He felt like he was melting. His whole body went warm and all he could think in this moment was; did he really have to leave you? Why couldn't you be a Gryffindor?

"What do you say about meeting me here tomorrow night?" You asked, breaking the kiss and resting your forehead against his.

"Not even Snape, could stop me." He grinned, making you smile as you began to walk off. "What time?"

"How's 10:45?" You threw your hand up in a lame wave.

He continued to watch you walk away with a wide smile on his face, "it's a date." He called after you, finally walking towards his house.

---

When he arrived at the common room he hadn't expected to be greeted by the smiling, smug face of George. He stood with folded arms across his chest.

"So. Tell me...How was your night?"

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doctorjameswatson · 2 years

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Hello! Santa here 🤶 struggling to figure out how to use the anon function because I’m rubbish. I mean, uhhhh, super busy overseeing my elves making presents! I do hope you’re on my good list!

Anyway… a few questions for you.

You say you’re happy with RRCM characters… do you have a preference for these over Berena? And if so which characters.

Is there anything particular you like or dislike in an AU?

And is there anything else you would especially like to see!?

Ho Ho Ho 🎄 yours in festiveness,

Santa

Hello Santa!!

Don't worry about having trouble with technology and buttons. I have a friend who has the exact same issue so I'm used to it.

I'd like to think I've been very good this year so fingers crossed I do indeed make your nice list :)

Now to answer your questions:

I don't have a preference for RRCM over Berena. I probably have a slight preference for Berena, actually, but I love any pairing involving their characters. In terms of pairings, the main RRCM one that I enjoy is Jill Raymond and Elly Chandler. A friend of mine wrote a fic with the pairing of Amelia Davenport and Pamela Horsfall, which I also very much enjoyed. Individual characters I love include Kate Stewart, Zoe Evans, and Rachel Cazalet. Sorry if that just gives you more options, and decisions to make, than before.

As for AUs: I prefer to keep the characters the age that they are in their shows, or older, so no younger version AUs (Bernie and Serena's ages are one of the major things that I love about them). I am also not a fan of one of them being dead or dying. I love pining so them not being together to begin with is fine, as long as they're together by the end of the fic. Otherwise I'm pretty open to most AU settings, I think. I'm answering this way too late at night so I'm struggling to think of AU names, lol.

For things I'd like to see: My favourite genres of fanfic are angst with a happy ending, and smut. But I do also enjoy fluffy comfort. Right now I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about Charlotte (especially relating to her relationship with Bernie) so her being in a Berena fic (if that fits into the prompts I am struggling to remember, lol) would be cool. I'm not a fan of Elinor or Cam so they can be dead, that doesn't bother me (that sounded cold, sorry XD), and other characters can appear if you'd like but I'm really only interested in the RRCM characters so if it was just them in the fic then that would work well too. I love when they show vulnerability and I love non-sexual physical intimacy in fics. I should also note that while this is a Christmas event, my fic does not have to be set at Christmas.

This has turned into an essay. One that I'm not completely sure makes any sense. I need sleep, lol. So, I shall stop there.

I hope that helps and thank you for your message :)

#anon #asks answered #berena #berena secret santa

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Hi Emma, I just lost my job because I'm not good enough and am pretty upset about it. It was only waitressing, but as a student my only income, so it sucks a lot. Any tips on what I can do to stop moping and make me feel better about myself?

I’m so sorry you lost your job, sweetheart. That can be quite a blow and often very scary. I want to tell you something though - you didn’t lose it because you’re not good enough. Because let me tell you something, being a server of any kind is hard and being a waitress/waiter, in particular, is no easy thing. I work in a bookshop and we have a café and I have so much awe and respect for the people who work in it. I’ve had to go down and help out a couple of times and there is so much to do and remember and I am always apologising to every other customer for being so slow and rubbish. People think it’s an easy job but it’s not - it requires a lot of you and as someone who deals with people as part of their job (and recently just graduated uni) I know being a student adds to the stress significantly. Even if you didn’t feel studying affected you at work, I assure you it plays a big part and the fact you went out there to get a job in the first place while studying is amazing, nonnie.

You’re just starting out in life - your main priority is your studies and there is a lot of time to gain the skills needed for jobs. No one starts out good at their job, every job is something you learn and get better at with time (time being something students don’t get a lot of). It also comes down to the people you work with - when I first started out in the bookshop, I had an amazing team around me and when I fucked up, they were always there to tell me it wasn’t a problem and if I had a question, not to be shy. They took a seventeen year old, still in school, and built up her confidence which I am eternally grateful for. On the other hand, I have a friend who just started out in retail and received little to no help and had colleagues who spent their time throwing their authority around rather than trying to help her. Her job didn’t end well. I don’t know what your work situation was like but I do know all we can do is our best and as long as we do that you’ll always be good enough, regardless of what happens. Some jobs just aren’t the right fit or the timing is wrong. Sometimes it’s the people we work with that affect us the most.

You will get another job, nonnie. For now, I suggest you talk with someone - family, friend or teacher - and look at your finances first. Once you know where you stand financially, it’ll be easier to make a plan. Remember, you’re going to be okay and if you need to talk to someone, my chat box is always open to you. If you can, do things that make you happy - fanfic, music, walks, movies. Anything that might bring a smile to your face. I understand finding something that makes you smile or happy isn’t always the easiest of tasks, believe me I know (especially when you are feeling lower than low) but you’re important and you deserve to feel good. You’re not a failure.

I’m not sure how anyone goes about making themselves feel better in their own skin - I haven’t found a way to do that yet myself, so I might not be the best person to ask, but as I said earlier think about what makes you happy and do it. If you can’t do that, find a quiet place, close your eyes, and breathe in for 4, hold for 7, and our for 8. Do that a couple of times before imagining ten steps. At the bottom of the steps are big, wooden doors and beyond those doors is a place that makes you happy; a place that makes you feel safe and good. As you breathe, walk down the steps one at a time and finally walk through the doors and let them close behind you. Explore your happy place (a room, a beach, a field, a space ship, whatever you like). Focus on what it looks like and sounds like and feels like. Take as much time as you want in it before leaving and going back up the steps. I don’t know if that will help you in any way but as someone who suffers very badly from depression and finds it very hard to be happy, that technique helps me and reminds me there is always a safe place I can go and that I am good enough to keep going.

And you are good enough, nonnie. Remember that. Being a student is a stressful time and coupling that with a job is difficult, no matter what you think. Surround yourself with people - family, friends, online or off (and that includes me, if you’d like that). You can do this, I know you can. Search around for other jobs, or see about getting a loan if that’s something you’d be okay with. There will be options and you will come out the other end.

I’m sorry if this isn’t the kind of advice you were looking for but if you want to talk, I’m here for you and we can work out on helping you together.

#nonnie

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