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Friends-to-lovers!au | sungyoon

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Summary: where you fall head over heels in love with your best friend, choi sungyoon, and jangjun secretly becomes your wingman.

Note: I saw that theres a lack of golden child stories on here, so I wanted to change that! This is my first time posting an au on tumblr, so hopefully it turns out fine. Feel free to send in requests for any other aus you want to see from the golden child members. Enjoy!

12:39 AM

Y/N: sungyoon

Y/N: sungyoon ah

Y/N: hellooooo

12:45 AM

Y/N: sungyoon

Y/N: okay fine dont answer me

Y/N: :(

Y/N: meanie

12:51 AM

Y/N: choi

Y/N: sung

Y/N: yoon

Y/N: !!!!!!

🐰: do uk what time it is rn

Y/N: you finally answered!!!

Y/N: i cant sleep

🐰: just close your eyes

Y/N: if it was that easy I wouldn’t msg u :’(

🐰: we have class at 8 tmr

🐰: count sheep or bunnies or something

🐰: goodnight

Y/N: i finally got a reply and you’re leaving already??

Y/N: hey! did you really go back to sleep?

12:59 AM

Y/N: fine

Y/N: so much for a best friend

Y/N: who wont help you sleep

Y/N: so mean :(((

Y/N: im only buying ice cream for daeyeol now

1:12 AM

🐰 has sent you a voice message

1:14 AM

Incoming call: 🐰mr rabbit csy🐰

You jump from your bed, “Hello?”

“Come outside.”

You quickly throw on a hoodie on and rush outside, your eyes adjusting to the darkness of the night. Your eyes don’t have to wander for long before landing on a raven haired male, his hoodie flopped over his messy hair. He looks disgruntled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he lets out a yawn. Oops, you definitely woke him up.

You quickly walk up to him, and before you can greet him, are met with a plastic bag offered to you.

“I bought your favorite— green tea flavored.” Your eyes widen before rustling through the contents, pulling out said ice cream.

“Yah, you bought ice cream at this time?” You rip open the wrapper, taking a huge bite of the creamy treat and sigh with delight, “Did you really feel threatened by me buying ice cream for Daeyeol? I was kidding! Well, actually if he asked I probably would, but wow I actually managed to get you to buy me ice cream.”

He ignores you, watching silently as you quickly devour the dessert before pulling out a napkin once he notices the mess that you’ve made on your face.

“Hey!” You whine as he wipes at the corners of your mouth. You try not to lean into the warmth of his touch that you feel even through the napkin; it’s a crisp night after all. You will your cheeks to not grow warm, but your ears quickly glow red instead.

“You’re so messy,” he sighs, finally pulling away and taking note of how you’re unusually quiet. Usually, you would playfully push his hand away, complaining that you weren’t a baby, but your head is turned away, eyes downcast at your shoes. You can see that he’s trying to meet your eyes, but you can’t look at him, not with your heart pounding a mile a minute, nervous and slightly embarrassed.

Pat. You look up as his hand rubs the top of your hair gently, carefully caressing your head through your locks.

“Are you nervous because of the presentation tomorrow? Is that why you can’t sleep?” He muses softly, eyes still trying to meet yours. You grow shy, extremely shy, but shift your eyes to meet his for a brief second before looking away. His eyes dripped of warm honey, enveloping you in a feeling only he could ever have on you.

Seeing you avert your eyes, he takes that as a yes, and brings you closer to him by a tug of the arm. You squeak in surprise, suddenly finding yourself enveloped in his arms. Warmness spreads through your body like a blazing fire, now being fueled by the beating of your heart.

The things you do to me, you think as your arms slowly wrap around his waist, hugging him back. You take in his scent, a scent you’ve come to recognize as familiar and comforting, ever since you met him freshman year.

“I know you have a lot of stage anxiety, but you’ve gotten so much better at public speaking. You’ll do great tomorrow, don’t worry.” Even his voice is warm, his comforting words becoming even more meaningful.

Stage fright was the last thing on your mind at the current moment, but he didn’t have to know that.

If you don’t let me go soon, my heart’s going to explode.

Instead, you nod, allowing yourself to rest your head against his chest. You can feel his heartbeat through his hoodie; a tiny voice in the back of your mind wonders if you have the same effect on him that he has on you.

You stay like that for a while, his arms bringing you closer when you shiver from an incoming breeze.

You wish you could stay like this forever, but you now realize how late it must be, and he’s right, you do have a presentation tomorrow morning, and you do suffer from stage fright still.

“Ah thanks. I’m fine now, I swear,” you start blabbering, reluctantly pulling away from his embrace. You suddenly feel bad; you made him get out of bed for no reason, and he brought you ice cream, “Sorry for troubling you, Sungyoon-ah.”

He sees a pout forming on your face, and he studies you closely.

“I’m your best friend, Y/N, isn’t it my job to make you feel better,” he tilts his head, but doesn’t question you further as you widen the gap between the two of you.

You stare at him blankly before finally smiling at his words, “Sorry, you’re right. I guess the nerves are keeping me awake. But I do feel better now! Thanks for coming, and ah- for the ice cream! I swear I won’t buy any for Daeyeol, only for you, since it seems to bother you so much,” you try to tease him in an attempt to lighten up the mood.

He smiles back, relieved that you seem to be acting normal again. Little did he know, his smile was making your stomach do summersaults, but you tried to push past it as he let out a chuckle.

“Go get some rest, okay? You have a big day ahead,” he ruffles your hair, laughing as you swat his hand away.

“My hair,” you whine, but nevertheless, grin back at him.

“Bye, Sungyoon-ah!””

“Bye Y/N, make sure to wake up on time.”

He waits until you reach the door of your building before turning around and heading back in the direction of his dorm.

As you enter your room, you immediately fling yourself onto your bed and scream into your pillow, kicking your legs.

“Can my heart not do that for once,” you whine, settling on your side as you hug a pillow to your chest.

You allow a smile to spread across your face after a while, cheeks once again flushing red as you remember the feeling of him embracing you.

“I wonder if you feel the same way I feel about you?”

You didn’t know when it had happened, but somewhere along the way, you had fallen in love with your best friend.

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“Y/N!!” You turn around at the sound of your name, yelping as someone jumps on you, almost making you lose your balance.

“Jangjun!” You shove him off of you as he laughs. You turn around and see Donghyun and Joochan following close behind, concentrating on their phones as they play Kart Rider probably. You stare at them for a bit before messing with their phones, randomly touching their screens. They complain in unison, swatting your hands away as you chuckle.

“Did you just get out of class, Y/N?” Jangjun bounces from foot to foot, looking as happy as ever. You shake your head.

“I got out a while ago. I’m just waiting for Sungyoon to get out of class. I promised him I’d buy him ice cream-”

“What, you never buy us ice cream,” Joochan cuts in, finally looking up from his phone as Donghyun shouts in victory.

“Do you want to come with? I’m sure Sungyoon wouldn’t mind,” Joochan quickly shakes his head, holding his hands up.

“I don’t want to be a third wheel on your date, but thanks though,” You sputter at his words, heat quickly rising to your cheeks. Jangjun bursts out laughing at the look on your face, and it takes all your willpower to not punch him.

“D-Date? Sungyoon and I aren’t like that,” You finally manage to say, but your ears are still burning in embarrassment. The three boys look at you expectantly and you grow even more self-conscious, holding your hands up in defense, “Why are you all staring at me like that? It’s true!”

“Anyway, are you going to the fireworks display tonight? I heard it’s going to be really nice. Our school really went all out planning the event!” Jangjun asks, his tone still teasing. You sigh in defeat, but are grateful for the topic change.

“Oh, was that tonight?” You think about the number of assignments you have piled up and grimace, “I don’t know, I kind of got a lot of work to do-”

Jangjun quickly waves you off, “Nonsense! You need to relax once in a while, Y/N.”

As you’re forming a reply, his eyes focus on something behind you and an evil grin appears on his face.

“Oh! Sungyoon hyung, great timing! Y/N is dying to go to the firework display tonight!” Your eyes widen in horror as you realize who exactly Jangjun spotted behind you, “She’s too scared to go alone though, so she wants you to-”

“Lee Jangjun, I swear, I will end you-” You try to whisper threateningly, but he pays you no mind as he waves at who you now know is Sungyoon, finally coming out of his class. Both Joochan and Donghyun are laughing hysterically behind Jangjun, and in that moment, you’ve never wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole more.

“Hm?” You turn your head as Sungyoon comes to stand next to you. You simply gape at him, at a loss for words as he turns in his head to you curiously, “You wanted to go to that?”

“I- uh, well,” You try your best to muster up an answer, but to no avail. Curse you, Lee Jangjun!

He takes a long look at your face, definitely questioning why you’re acting so strange, before shrugging, “Sure, why not? I think it’ll be fun. Are you guys going?”

You silently plead with Jangjun, staring at him intently. Jangjun hums in thought, deciding to spare you a little.

“Yeah, we’ll be there,” You sigh in relief, not noticing Sungyoon sneak a glance at you.

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“It’s not a date, it’s not a date, it’s not a date,” you repeat to yourself multiple times as you get ready. Yet, you can’t help putting more attention to your outfit, making sure your hair looks at least presentable. As you put on a touch of makeup, you frown. It’s not like this is the first time you’ve hung out with Sungyoon, let alone in a group- he’s your best friend! It is the first time in a while though, as you both have been very busy with school and extracurriculars lately.

“Get your head out of the gutter, Y/N,” You slap your cheeks, “You haven’t hung out with your friends in a while; It’ll be fun!”

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“There he is,” You see Sungyoon leaning against a wall, his eyes glued to his phone. You quietly make your way to him, being extra careful to not get noticed. Once you’re close enough, you tiptoe and lean in close to his ear.

“Boo!”

“Oh, you’re here.”

You pout as Sungyoon simply turns his head in your direction, slipping his phone into his pocket.

“You didn’t even flinch,” You complain, feeling disgruntled. He snorts, pushing off the wall to fully face you. His eyes settle on your figure, making you nervously shift your weight from foot to foot. Silence envelops you as he continues to stare.

“Is there something on my face?” You try to break the silence, feeling shy under his gaze. He tilts his head before humming thoughtfully.

“You look nice,” Your cheeks grow hot almost immediately upon hearing his compliment. You don’t dare meet his eyes, knowing that you would probably combust. Instead, your eyes settle on your shoes, finding them very interesting.

“Ah- thanks,” You squeak out, racking your brain for an appropriate response, “We haven’t hung out in a while, so I thought I would dress up a little more? To not look like a sleep deprived college student, you know-”

Shoot, you were starting to ramble. Quickly shaking your head, you try to change the subject, “Where’s Jangjun and the others?”

“Did they not tell you?” You look up at his words, confused. Seeing the puzzled expression on your face, he continues, “Jangjun said they were going to be late. Something about Joochan and Donghyun fighting over this game, and they’re pretty serious about it.”

You stop yourself from screaming at the world.

“Let me message Jangjun real quick.” He nods his head as you take your phone out of your pocket. He doesn’t miss how your mood has soured upon learning of the absence of your friends.

6:49 PM

Y/N: Lee

Y/N: Jangjun

Y/N: You are dead.

Y/N: When I find you, you better run

🐮: Woah, Y/N, calm down!

🐮: We’ll only be an hour or two late, no biggie :9

🐮 : Have fun on your date tho~ But not too much fun, okay?

🐮 : ;))))

“I’m going to murder that guy,” You curse underneath your breath, letting out a big sigh as you put your phone back in your pocket.

“Everything okay?” You jump, remembering where you are. Sungyoon has an unreadable expression on his face as he studies you, and you try not to get too caught up in his gaze.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You try to reassure him, but your smile is weak, “Let’s just go.”

You both start walking towards the food stands at the entrance of the field, trying not to get too caught up in your nerves.

It’s not a date. It’s not.

“Y/N?” You look up, and find Sungyoon farther ahead than you thought he was. It’s suddenly crowded as everyone is trying to get food before the show starts. As someone pushes past you, Sungyoon’s hand reaches out to grasp your wrist and pulls you close to him.

“Be careful, it’s really crowded here.” Your head automatically nods, not trusting your voice to say anything as all your attention goes to the grip he has on your wrist. His hand lowers until your palms touch, and he squeezes your hand. His hold is gentle and warm, making butterflies dance in your stomach. You let yourself be dragged by the pull of his hand as he weaves through the crowd.

The time spent at the food stands is relatively enjoyable. Both of you haven’t eaten before coming, so you allow yourselves to look through all the stalls, buying all the food you want. You easily share your food and quickly fall into a comfortable pace, laughing and finally relaxing.

You do notice that once your hands are empty, Sungyoon reaches out to grasp the one closest to him. You convince yourself that it’s because he doesn’t want you to get lost, having experienced your lack of sense of direction first-hand. Still, you allow yourself a bit of giddiness, glancing down at your hands occasionally.

Having filled your stomachs, you both finally settle down on one of the provided picnic blankets laid out on the grass, the show nearing its start time.

As you hum absentmindedly, taking a picture of the darkening sky with your phone, you see Sungyoon staring at you from the corner of your eye. You turn your head in his direction, tilting your head, “What?”

He shakes his head, propping his chin on his hand, “Nothing, it’s just…”

“Hm?”

“I’m glad you’re having a good time,” He finally says after a long pause, turning his head to look up at the sky, “I feel like you’ve been distant lately? Not that I blame you, school is in full swing after all. But you’ve definitely been acting a little strange; I thought the stress was getting to you.”

He then turns to you, suddenly smiling, “But you seem to be in a better mood now, so I’m happy.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, the nature of his words dawning on you.

You really messed up, didn’t you?

Before you can respond, a loud horn goes off, signaling the start of the fireworks show. You both turn to look up the night sky as one after another, balls of colored flame shoot up and explode with a giant pop.

You lower your eyes to stare at Sungyoon, the fireworks casting various hues of color on his face, highlighting his features. You didn’t realize it, but you had probably grown more distant as your feelings for him bloomed, becoming too nervous to simply hang out with him anymore. And here he was, just happy that you were finally having a good time with him.

What a best friend you are.

You’re suddenly overwhelmed, feeling guilty for having worried him, yet grateful that he’s still the same Sungyoon that you met back in freshman year, the same person who is in tune with your feelings no matter the situation, who at the end of the day just seeing you happy makes him happy; he’s the one you fell in love with.

Before you can even process what you’re about to say, your mouth opens.

“Sungyoon-ah. I like you.”

You clasp your hand over your mouth, your eyes widening in surprise. Did you just-

You quickly bury your face in your arms, your face blazing. Your heart feels like it’s going to explode out of your ribcage, the embarrassment hitting you in waves.

You did not just confess, you did not, you did not-

“Y/N.” You refuse to look up, afraid of what you’d just done. You just confessed to your friend, your best friend! You feel tears well up in your eyes at the possibility of having ruined your friendship.

“Hey, look at me,” His voice is surprisingly gentle, not the tone you were expecting at all. You mentally count to ten in your head before gathering enough courage to look up at him. Your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes finally meet his, his face growing closer to yours.

“Can you repeat what you said?” He asks, not breaking eye contact with you as your body grows hot, keeping his gaze steady. The fireworks up in the sky are long forgotten as you visibly gulp before clearing your throat.

“I- I like you, Choi Sungyoon,” You muster out, willing yourself to not look away, “I like you a lot.”

The anticipation makes your stomach drop; you can hear your heart pounding wildly in your ear as you wait for his response. He gazes at you for a while before smiling.

“I like you, too.” He says easily, leaving you utterly shocked. He looks away as you gape at him, not believing your ears. He raises a hand to his nose, scratching it awkwardly.

“Wait- what- I-” Your mouth can’t keep up with your thoughts, your mind an absolute mess, “Did you- huh?”

It warms your heart when you finally catch the red glow of his ears- a shy Sungyoon wasn’t something you witnessed every day.

He shyly runs a hand through his hair, “I said I like you, too. And I have, for a while now.”

“Oh.” Your face quickly matches the shade of his ears, maybe even more so. But a wave of relief and giddiness passes through you and you can’t help but smile widely once the words process in your brain.

Because your best friend felt the same way about you.

You spend the rest of the night in comfortable silence, your heart still beating fast, but it’s a good kind of warmth that spreads through you, one that makes you feel like all is right in the world.

You don’t realize when he draws close, but suddenly your hands are touching, his shoulder grazes yours and his breath is right next to your ear. You slowly turn your head in his direction, your breath hitching upon realizing how close his face is to yours.

You close your eyes, grasping his hand as you take a deep breath and lean forward. When your lips meet, it’s like your heart is mimicking the explosion of the fireworks in the sky. All these feelings surge through you as you share a kiss, and you swear you’re flying.

As you part, you both look away shyly; your face is blazing, your heart still hammering in your chest. You don’t complain when he tugs on your arm and brings you close to him, letting you lean your head on his shoulder as you continue watching the sky together.

#golden child #golden child scenarios #golden child au #sungyoon #choi sungyoon #y #golden child y #golcha #gncd #gncd scenarios #sungyoon scenarios #y scenarios #kpop scenarios #kpop #au #friends to lovers #woollim

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scarheaded-ferret · 5 years

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25 Days of Drarry: Day 25 ‘Christmas’

(Or the 3 times Harry and Draco spent Christmas together unintentionally and the one time they didn’t)

thanks to everyone who followed and helped me through the advent!! this was so fun and i cant believe it’s already over xx

***

Harry stilled in the doorway of the common room, he had expected to be alone- but Malfoy was sitting silently on an armchair, a book in hand and surprisingly- a muggle cigarette in the other. He didn’t look up as Harry walked across the room and sat in the chair adjacent to him. They were the only two who had stayed back for the holiday break- yet there weren’t too many 8th years to begin with. Harry needed time alone, and despite Ron and Hermione’s insistence that he go with them- it was too soon for him to be enveloped in the large Burrow with too many voices and yet so many faces missing.

The pair sat in silence, save for Draco’s occasional huff of smoke or page turn, with Harry simply watching the flames dance in the fireplace. After a while, Harry grew bored, and he rested his chin in his hand as he gazed at Malfoy. Every once in a while the Slytherin’s brows would furrow or raise up, his mouth kept drawing up into a line, and would then settle back down again as he read over each page. The clock ticked in the background, and Harry wanted to tug his hair out in frustration.

“Malfoy,” Harry said. Malfoy didn’t reply. “Er- Malfoy?” Harry asked, a bit louder the second time. Draco’s eyes flicked up from the book and stared right into Harry’s own. Harry just managed to keep himself reeling back at the intensity of Malfoy’s gaze.

“Yes?” Malfoy asked, his voice was clipped, and his expression bore annoyance.

“Nothing, just er- we’re the only ones and it’s Christmas Eve and well-”

“Get on with it,” Malfoy snapped and Harry flinched.

“Would you like to play Quidditch?” Harry asked suddenly, and Malfoy’s eyes widened before they narrowed in confusion. Malfoy put out his cigarette and set down his book before he stood.

“Ok,” Malfoy said casually, and Harry was stunned for a moment before he stood as well and they made their way down to the pitch.

***

Harry felt windswept and despite the cold he was sweating under his cloak. They had played for hours, catching and reeling for the snitch until their fingers grew numb and their knees cramped from being bent over the broom for so long. It was as though all the air had rushed out his chest when Malfoy had laughed breathlessly and pointed at Harry’s now messier than usual bird’s nest of hair.

“You look ridiculous,” he had said between fits of laughter, as the pair made their way back up to the castle. Harry nudged him playfully with his shoulder, a grin on his face as well as Malfoy’s.

“So do you, git,” Harry retorted. Malfoy gasped dramatically.

“As though I could ever look as horrid as you do, Potter,” He replied haughtily, tilting his chin up. Harry laughed.

“Thanks, you’re kindness is appreciated,” Harry said sarcastically.

After they had both showered, they met back in the common room, and Harry found himself sitting a tad closer to Malfoy than usual. They continued to talk about small things. Draco’s mother and Teddy, how Hogwarts was fairing after the war, and even the gifts they were expecting to get from their respective friends. Harry felt happier than he had in months.

*** 2.

“We’re never getting out of here at this rate,” Draco groaned and he slumped on his desk. Harry silently agreed with him. It was 11pm on Christmas eve, and most of the DMLE was empty, save for Draco and Harry, and a few other scattered officers. Harry tried to read the case again, but his eyes couldn’t focus, and even with his glasses- everything felt blurry. He picked up the file and attempted to find any other information that he could have missed before. But it was futile, the file was as uniforming as it was when they received it five hours ago.

“There’s nothing to go off of from here,” Harry said dishearteningly. Draco sighed and pressed his fingers to his temple.

“Should we just-” Draco yawned, “-call it a night? We can pick back up tomorrow- if you’re able,” he said. Harry sighed, he hated the thought of spending Christmas in the office, but he felt as though he were going to throw up if he read the case file one more time, so he nodded.

“Alright.” Harry stood and grabbed his coat. He glanced at the clock, and then Draco. “Would you like to have dinner?” He asked. It wasn’t unusual- the pair had made many runs to get food together when a case pushed past their limit. “It’s Christmas- and if you don’t have somewhere else to be maybe-” “I don’t,” Draco said, “Have anywhere else to be that is, dinner sounds nice,” He smiled tiredly at Harry, and the pair left the Ministry.

“Curry alright?”

“Yeah,” Draco answered, they strolled down Muggle London, all the streets lit up with wreaths on every lamp post. They entered their usual Indian place, and sat down at one of the tables once they finished ordering. They dug into their food in a comfortable silence. Harry raised his head when the clock tower chimed, he glanced around and outside, before he turned to his investigative-partner.

“Merry Christmas, Draco,”

“Merry Christmas, Harry,”

***

“His hair’s beginning to change color now- depends on his mood or the people’s he’s with- scared the shit out of me the first time”

“Yeah, before you know it he’ll be changing his nose into little duck beaks and pig snouts.” Draco stilled as he heard Harry’s laughter boom across the room. He was beside Weasley- and honestly Draco shouldn’t have been surprised by their attendance at Blaise’s Christmas party. He and Weasley had grown quite close in the Auror office in the past few years, yet Draco hadn’t been expecting to see both he and Harry tonight.

Pansy narrowed her eyes at him and followed his gaze. She burst into laughter and in a span of half a minute she had handed Draco her drink and then pushed him towards Harry. Draco caught himself before he stumbled, and turned his head to give Pansy an exasperated glare.

“Draco!” Harry said cheerfully, “I forgot you’re friends with Zabini,” he said and Draco raised a brow, Harry’s cheeks were flushed and his eyes were glazed over.

“I wouldn’t put it past you to be so unobservant,” Draco replied. Harry scooted over on the couch and Draco barely had time to blink before warm fingers were curling around his wrist and tugging him downwards beside an equally warm side.

“I’m glad you’re here, these Slytherins are bloody terrifying,” Harry whispered and Draco laughed.

“I should save that for a Pensive- I don’t think you’ve ever been glad to see me in your life,” Draco smirked and Harry frowned.

“That’s not true,” Harry said and Draco furrowed his brows.

“You’re drunk,” Draco concluded and Harry pouted.

“That’s not the point,” Harry said and Draco laughed. He found himself taking care of Harry most of the night, though the task didn’t feel like a burden. He was mostly ensuring that the prat didn’t trip over his feet, and had amusing conversations with him about Luna’s radishes or where he thought McGonagall went during the summer. It wasn’t a bad Christmas at all.

*** +1.

Harry winced as bright sunlight shone through his window and right onto his eyes. With a wave us his hand the curtains were shut, and his eyes were able to adjust. He blinked and glanced down at the breathing form draped along his side and chest. Draco grumbled something incoherent and shifted his nose into Harry’s shoulder.

Harry cast a tempus, and despite Draco’s tired protests he sat up. He rubbed small circles on Draco’s shoulder to wake him up, chuckling softly when his boyfriend glared up at him.

“Merry Christmas,” Harry beamed and Draco shoved his hand away.

“It’s a holiday, why are you up so early,” he groaned.

“It’s noon,” Harry laughed and he slipped out of the covers. With himself awake, Harry opened the curtains, bright light bounced off the snow-covered ground and filled the room. Draco groaned, tugging the blankets up and over himself. “C’mon, you slug,” Harry muttered, he walked over and flopped on top of the ex-Slytherin, laughing into Draco’s sleep shirt as the man shrieked.

“You’re getting too fit, Potter, honestly.” Harry rolled off of him and tugged Draco to his chest, Draco kissed his jaw and entwined their fingers. “Do we truly have to get up?” He asked.

“I promised Molly we’d be over by two,” Harry replied. Draco whined and Harry continued to chuckle.

“Alright,” Draco finally caved, and he sat up as well, kissing Harry’s cheek once before he left the warmth of their bed. Harry left as well and made a start on breakfast- or brunch rather- as Draco got ready in the bathroom. He smiled to himself as he scrambled some eggs in a pan, giddiness strumming through his chest as he realized this was their first Christmas morning together- of many to come.

Yet- it really wasn’t the first, Harry then realized. He had seen and spent time with the Malfoy on Christmas for the past three years, but only now were they spending it together as a couple. Harry laughed to himself, and when Draco walked into the kitchen complaining that Harry had used up the last of the shampoo, hair sleep-tousled and in one of Harry’s t-shirts, he found that he was thankful all of his time with Draco had lead him here.

#drarry #draco x harry #harry x draco #my writing #harry potter #draco malfoy #25 days of drarry #drarry fic #drarry fluff

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taenamseok · 6 years

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The Moonlight Chronicles

Masterlist

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Tragedy is normal for a superhero. However, you were not sad about your past. Anger had swelled since you were younger, and something has finally snapped.

Warnings: language, death

Roles

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Chapter Three

You stumble through the lobby, your vision blurry. You feel a warm hand on your shoulder. You look over to see Hoseok there, eyebrows knit in concern. "Are you okay?" He asks. "Yes! I'm fine! Damn!" You snap. You storm off, leaving a confused Hoseok in your wake.

You make it all the way to your apartment, ignoring the citizens cries for pictures and autographs. Why can't they just leave me the fuck alone? You ask yourself. You slam your front door, obviously realizing something was wrong with you. You were normally sweet and quiet, rarely snapping at people. You sit at your computer desk, turning on your laptop.

"Hey, it's me again. An update. What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm pissed over nothing, dizzy, and being confused is pissing off even more. Oh yeah, and the other night, I talked to my friends and told them to do something, and they just said 'Yes, mistress.' and did it. Like what the fuck is up with that? Maybe-wait..." You pause, an idea forming in your head. "That serum my parents gave me, could it be a late side effect? If so, what exactly is it? I dont know. I'll think on it. See you soon." You say, shutting the laptop. You sigh as you lean back in your chair. You decide to take a nap before going out again.

You and Jungkook decided to meet at the boardwalk, going house to house again. You knocked on the fifth to last house, and the door creeps open, revealing a disheveled man, looking maybe mid thirties, dressed in a robe. "C-can I h-help you?" He stutters, causing you to raise an eyebrow. "Hello, sir, we hear there's been some criminal activity in the area and we were wondering if you've seen anything." Jungkook repeats for the 100th time. "Uh, no n-no nothing, um, nothing is going on here." He shouts, nervously chuckling at the end. "Sir, my apologizes, but I'm gonna need to take a look inside." You speak, causing him to jump. "Um, I dont think so." He says, to me deepening. He points to the ground beneath you and you suddenly feel weightless.

You land on your back hard, thick asphalt causing you to groan in pain. You look up and see that you're 20 feet away from before, in the middle of the road, with a car coming straight for you. You roll to the side, kneeling on your knees and looking back at the house. The door is shut and Jungkook is standing in shock. "Son of a bitch." You growl, standing and marching to the door. You turn the knob but its locked. You hear shuffling and muffled screams from inside. You step back and kick the door in, rage fueling you. You can already feel your hands heating up as you see the man, bent down in front of a woman whose tied up in a chair, gagged. "You ass, get the fuck over here and fight me like a real man." You spit through grit teeth. He stands, making his way towards you.

A ball of fire leaves your palm, grazing his arm, causing him to cry out in pain. You shoot another one at his leg, and he falls to the floor. You hear Jungkook talking to the woman behind you, but its muffled by a ringing in your ears. You pick the man back up, feeble fingers wrapping around his throat. "So you're Void. That how you put me in the street, right? Through a portal? Tell me, Void, how would you feel about burning alive? I heard it's pretty painful, judging by my parents' screams. You wanna try it out?" You growl, fingers tightening around his neck as he claws at your arms, gasping for air. You feel something unusual, a strange energy burning inside of you, as bright as your own fire. You adjust your grip, letting loose for just a second when he starts speaking. "You know, you're no different than me. You're even more vicious. A villain trapped in a hero's body." He spits through gasps.

His words push you over the edge. You kick him across the face, causing him to fall to the side. "Have fun in hell." You simply say before hurling flames at him. The agonizing screams remind you of your parents, and you tighten your jaw as you turn and see Jungkook staring at you, unconscious woman thrown over his shoulders. You can see many things on his face, but the most prominent thing, is fear. You hear crashing behind you, and see the flames from the body spread up the walls, to a shelf and eventually everything surrounding you in the room. "Let's go!" You shout, pushing Jungkook out of the house. He runs to the sidewalk and you turn and walk backwards, watching as the house is engulfed in flames. You pull out your phone, contacting the firefighters. You meet Jungkook as he sets the woman down, sitting down with her on the concrete. "This is Veronica McArden. We need to tell Namjoon." He mumbles and you nod, contacting your leader.

You meet up at headquarters, the entire group in the conference room. Veronica had been taken into police custody, safe and sound. Now the topic of discussion, you. "You burned a fucking building? Y/N, do you have no ounce of self control?" Namjoon shouts, slamming his fist on the table. "I'm sorry, alright?! It's not like I meant to burn the fucking house down!" You spit back, shocking everyone. "Well..." Jungkook starts. "Shut up." You growl, gritting your teeth and looking into his eyes. His eyes go blank, face stoic. "Yes, mistress." He replies, looking straight ahead. "Mistress? That's kinky. I didnt know there was something between you two." Taehyung says, laughing. "There's not." You reply, turning your gaze back to Namjoon. "You give me no choice. Kasai, you're fired." Namjoon sighs, causing everyone to gasp. "Fired? You cant fucking fire me!" You shout. "I just did. Now get out of here before we have to force you out."

"Fired? Are you fucking kidding me?" You mumble to yourself, pacing through your apartment. Void's words ring through your ears. "You know, you're no different than me. You're even more vicious. A villain trapped in a hero's body." "Fuck, I need a drink." You sigh. You throw on a pair of skinny jeans, a hoodie, and boots, heading out the door and down to your usual bar.

You sigh as you plop down onto the barstool, ordering scotch on the rocks. You down your drink and tell the bartender to keep them coming. You feel your head start to get fuzzy when you feel a presence behind you. "Y/N." Jungkook mumbles, sitting down next to you. "Jungkook. What are you doing here?" You monotonely ask, taking another sip. "I was hoping to check on you, I was going to go to your house but I figured I'd try here. This really isn't like you." He sighs. "Yeah, well it is now so get used to it." You mumble. "You've changed a lot. You scared me while you were talking to that guy. Also, there's something else I need to talk to you about. Can we go somewhere?" He asks. You stand up, pulling out money to pay for your drinks but Jungkook is already stretching his arm across the counter, cash in hand.

"You didn't have to do that, you know." You say, nudging him as you stroll down the dimly lit street. "You just got fired. I'm not going to let you pay for anything for a while." He says and you pause, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. "You won't let me pay for anything for a while? What, are you going to pay for all my groceries and drinks?" You chuckle. "Well, I was hoping I could buy you dinner sometime." He smiles, and your cheeks heat up. "Maybe." You mumble before picking up your feet again, making it to your apartment.

You toss your keys on the counter and sit down on the couch, sitting sideways with your knees tucked against your chest, facing Jungkook as he takes the seat next to you. "So what did you want to talk about?" You ask. You can see him tense, a frown painted across his face and he sighs. "Well, I've noticed you've changed a bit recently, and I've been worried. You've been moodier and there's one specific thing, about something that happened in the meeting. You told me to shut up, and it was like I lost control of myself. It felt like I wasn't in my own body anymore, all I could focus on was going what you told me to. My head went blank, and I couldn't do anything else. There's only one other time I've felt that way. Do you know when it was?" He asks, causing you to shake your head.

"Do you remember The Influencer? That villain that attacked the next city over?" You nod. "It felt like that. When we went over to help stop him, and he told me to run away, and I did without wanting to. That's what it felt like. Not mind control, but influence. Being told to do something, and doing it but not through the mind. Y/N, do you have two powers?" He asks. You're speechless. Two powers isn't impossible, but very rare. "I-I don't know. I didn't think I did. Would that explain the 'yes, mistress' thing?" You ask yourself aloud. "What thing?" "Well, every time someone blacked out like that, they'd say 'yes mistress' and do it." You explain and he slowly nods. "I dont remember that." He says.

"Wait." You say, sitting up straight with a realization hitting you like a train. Your parents used to inject you with a few different serums, and they would always complain that only one worked. Maybe another one worked, but took longer to appear? "What is it?" Jungkook asks. "Maybe I do have more than one power." You say. You reflect on this for a minute before Jungkook clearing his throat pull you out of your thoughts. "There was one other thing I wanted to talk to you about." He coughs and you tilt your head to the side in confusion. You let out a whimper of surprise as his lips land on yours.

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Stormy Nights (Richie/Eddie)

Summary: Richie and Eddie are both teenagers (roughly 16) and both of their family lives are getting worse, particularly Richie’s. One night Richie cant take it anymore and sneaks through Eddie’s window to stay the night.

Warning(s): Mentions of emotional and mental abuse, cussing, FLUFF/ANGST??? fuck i love reddie

A/N: Hello all! My main account is @edsrich and I wont be posting my imagines for IT here anymore is based around marvel- but I created this one here! And I livE AND BREATHE for Reddie. Yes, this takes place whilst the Losers Club are all in their teen years, frankly because I find it easier to write certain things that aren’t as cute and innocent (despite Richie & the other boys being fAR from iNNocent). I hope you enjoy! Feedback, positive and negative is appreciated!

Eddie laid in bed watching ‘Little Shop of Horrors’, whilst wearing a navy shirt and oversized sweats to keep him comfy. It was currently 9PM on a random Wednesday in the middle of Summer, today was a basic day; it involved hanging out with Bill and Richie for the day as Stan, Ben and Mike were busy.

Ever since the incident that happened back in 1989, some had became distant from the group more than others. Beverly moved away the day after the losers defeated Pennywise itself, whilst Stan slowly distanced himself and Mike seemed to be working a lot. Ben was just busy on this random day and couldn’t hang out with the other boys.

Eddie rumbles a grunt in the back of his throat, sitting up and adjusting his white pillowcases in a more comfortable position and he places his smaller frame back down onto his mattress and continues to watch ‘Little Shop of Horrors’.

Ripples of lightning sliced through the cloud smothered sky, alongside with the summer showers that poured down upon the town of Derry, which alone created a moody atmosphere for Eddie. Eddie flinched as the crackles from the rumbling thunder shocked him every now and then. Branches tapped against his window as the wind swirled them against the glass repeatedly, too startling the teen.

Suddenly, a large bang- much larger than the small twigs- impacted the glass of the window, causing Eddie to squeak.

The startled boy frantically looked to where the noise was, only to see large bulky glasses and brown curly hair. Richie.

Eddie, at first, thought he was seeing things- which caused him to raise his hands and wipe his eyes from the sleep that stuck in his inner corners, but to no avail- it was Richie, soaked for that matter.

Eddie stood up, walking over to his window and slowly and silently opened the window- careful not to wake his over protective mother, he quickly helped his best friend into his room with a soft grunt and no noise from Richie.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing here?” Eddie whispered a bit, rain splatting his pale cheeks before quickly shutting the window before any more rain flew inside.

“It’s nice to see you too, Eds.” Richie mumbled, for once not making a snarky remark.

Eddie went over to his door, shutting it before looking over his shoulder. “Don’t call me Eds.”

The corner of Richie’s lips tugged up into his signature smirk at Eddie’s signature remark to his own, as he removed his thick rimmed glasses, attempting to wipe away the droplets that stuck to his lenses. He pushed his fingers inside of his wet shirt and rubbed the material against the glass, his attempts failing.

“Here, hold on.” Eddie sighed, walking up to the taller boy and taking the glasses away and using his own shirt to smear away the droplets, this time much more successfully.

Richie watched, his tongue poking his cheek with his thoughts all over the place- but continued to keep remotely silent unless he was spoken too.

Eddie finished cleaning his friends glasses, before holding them up and putting them on Richie’s face for him, a confused look remaining on his face as he watches Richie’s eyes grow larger due to the lenses that were suited for his eye sight.

“What happened, Richie? Why are you here- I-I mean, I’m not complaining but this is just fucking unusual.” Eddie rambled a bit, a voice crack slipping into his sentance

This caused Richie to smirk despite the emotions he currently was feeling, Eddie knew his background and what his family was like. He knew his Mother was an alcoholic and that his Father was just plain cruel to him for no apparent reason. Both parents had in fact told him this very night that they would’ve rather had a daughter than for him to even exist. Sure, his Mother was drunk; his Father was beyond stressed, but he was sober and agreed with every word that his Mother slurred.

Not to mention, ‘a drunken mans words is a sober mans thoughts’, even if his Mother wasn’t a man.

“It was them again, Eds.”

Eddie chose to ignore the nickname that he had a love-hate feeling for, instead becoming concerned, “Who?”

Richie sighed, “Mom and Dad, as fucking usual. I fucking hate them.” His cusses had a bite to them, the brown hairs of his eyebrows furrowing more and more.

Eddie quickly realised the situation, “Oh shit, alright- fuck, um, do you want some of my clothes to sleep in?”

Richie smiled genuinely, glad he had Eddie as his friend. “Yeah.”

Eddie nodded, turning and kneeling as he dug through his pyjama’s drawer, nervously shoving away the porno magazines that were messily tossed at the top of the pile. He as a teenage boy had his needs, but that wasn’t what he was embarrassed about showing or even Richie seeing- he was embarrassed incase Richie saw that his porn stash wasn’t full of lewd pictures of women, but of the opposite gender.

Richie looked around the familiar bedroom, seeing posters of movies that Eddie was fond of and even photographs of him in his childhood and with his friends, being Bill, Stan and himself with Eddie dangling on the end next to Richie.

Richie’s eyes then snapped to the cheap TV, smirking to himself. “Little Shop of Horrors? Really? This is what you come home to and watch for fun?”

Eddie frowned, without looking at Richie. “Little Shop of Horrors is in fact, one of the best movies of all time.”

“No, Eds, it’s one of your best movies that you like. Hell, it’s a damn musical.” Richie snickered.

“Actually, Richie, it’s labelled as a Science Fiction and Romance movie, which to me is quite entertaining.”

“But it’s funny because you’re watching a movie with ‘Horror’ in the title.”

“Now why is that funny?” Eddie spoke stubbornly, standing up and turning to look at his friend with a shirt and sweatpants in his arms.

“Because you cried in fear watching Jaws, Eds.”

Heat rose to Eddie’s cheeks, scoffing as he didn’t push the subject any more and dropped the clothes onto his bed.

“I’ll just turn around whilst you change, you can’t leave this room just incase my Mom comes in and see’s you.”

“Your Mom has already seen all of me, Eds.”

“That’s so not funny.” Eddie grumbled angrily, his nose lightly scrunching up at Richie’s words.

Richie rolled his eyes smugly, smirking towards his friend. “Whatever Eds, I’m sure you’ll be tempted to turn around.”

The heat flared even more on Eddie’s cheeks, his eyebrows furrowing and turning around. “Whatever, shut up and change.”

Richie stared at the small boys frame, his eyes wandering for a second as he began to strip and too turning away to look out the window. Awkward silence filled the air, the two boys hearts pounding profusely for each other, without the other knowing it yet.

Richie holds up the shirt once the sweat pants are slid on in front of his bare chest, tilting his head.

“Now, what the fuck am I supposed to do with this?”

Eddie turns around, again- his heart pounding in his throat and his blush spreading to his chest. “Put it on, asshole!”

“I don’t like sleeping in shirts dude, you know this.” Richie partly whined this comment, stomping his bare foot lightly against the creaking wood beneath him.

Eddie hesitated his words, “Fine, but don’t be fucking creepy about it.”

Richie hummed in satisfaction, plotting his rear on the bed that belonged to his best friend, bouncing on it for a second. “Your bed is comfy.”

“Oh, thanks?” Eddie tilted his head in confusion before sighing and going to his VHS system, “Since you’re a huge hater on Little Shop of Horror’s, what do you want to watch?”

Richie stood up, walking behind the smaller boy with one hand on the upper side of his body and looking over his shoulder at the selection of VHS tapes to choose from, causing Eddie to stiffen up at first, only centre-meters were between Richie’s bare chest and Eddie’s back. “What do you have for me to choose from?”

“U-Uh, I got Star Wars, Dirty Dancing- um, Back to the Future, Batman-”

“Hold up, did you say Dirty Dancing?”

“Yes, I did. It is a beautiful romance musical about dirty dancing, what more could you want?” Eddie spoke with annoyed sarcasm, frowning, “Just because it’s in my collection, doesn’t mean I watch it dumbass.”

Richie grinned at Eddie’s temper flaring slightly, “Calm down, Eds. Its fine if you want to watch dirty dancing at 1AM, we all understand.” Richie teased, “How about we watch Batman?”

Eddie ignored Richie’s teases once again, before nodding and grapping the VHS tape that was labelled ‘Batman’, taking out Little Shop of Horrors and sliding in the new tape.

The rain poured down heavier and violently pitter pattered against the window, the cold air chilling the two boys equally.

“Nice weather we’re having, don’t you agree?”

“Fucking lovely.” Eddie retorted, chuckling a bit and responding with equal sarcasm.

The two eventually laid down side by side on the bed side by side with the lights off and Batman playing in front of them in low quality. Their arms grazed each other every now and then, as well as their legs too.

“I’m sorry about what happened with your parents.” Eddie whispered over the film’s sound.

Richie took his eyes away from the screen, looking down at his friend. “Don’t be, they’re assholes.”

“They are, but you don’t deserve that shit.”

“Yeah, neither do you though. Your Mom’s a bitch too.” Richie sighed this out, inching closer to Eddie.

“I know but, both of your parents… you know-”

“Hate me, yeah I get it.” Richie mumbled, “I’m not surprised, I’m a shit son. I’d hate me too.”

Eddie sits up lightly, frowning at Richie’s harsh words that were stabs at himself. “Not everyone hates you Richie.”

“I’m annoying, I put up this stupid act and I make unnecessary dick jokes all the time.”

“I don’t hate you…” Eddie trailed off, blushing a bit but hoping it was hidden by the dark room.

“It’s actually weird to hear someone say that to me, considering I get it all the time.” Richie chuckled dryly, sighing and tilting his head back. “Thankyou, Eds.”

Eddie didn’t even care in this moment that he was called ‘Eds’, but instead rested his head against Richie’s bare chest. Richie was at first startled with wide eyes, his cheeks becoming red instantly. But soon settled, his heart beating heavily and resting one arm around Eddie. His only hope was that Eddie couldn’t hear his heart.

Batman continued to play lowly in the background, but the boys only solely focused on each other and nothing else. Both becoming sleepy as the night carried on and it became later and later, both laying with each other like never before.

Eventually, Richie used his free arm to take his glasses away from his eyes and places them on the side table of Eddie’s bed quietly, yawning whilst Eddie snuggled a little closer sleepily, with lidded eyes.

“You know, Eds? I’m really fucking glad I have you in my life.” Richie whispers to a half asleep Eddie.

Eddie just about lets out a dazed smile with closed eyes, “I love you too, Richie.”

Richie’s cheeks steam up, his eyes widening a bit and he slowly shifts his eyes to the boys well kept head of hair, rubbing his fingers into his shoulder and pulling him closer as Eddie, unknown of confessing his feelings, drifts into a sleep.

Richie then, noticing that his best friend has fallen asleep- leans down carefully, without wakening him, and then presses his chapped lips that had a small taste of cigarettes and candyfloss against Eddie’s temple.

“I love you more, Eds.”

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