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midnightcrw · 1 year ago

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Provocative

Pairing: Alastor x fem!reader

Summary: Lucifer visits the Hazbin Hotel because his daughter called him, but there he sees a good friend he hasn't seen in a long time.

Warnings: Swearing, even though it's only one swear word (this is fluff, by the way)

a/n: Since you all wanted a second part, I finally wrote one, although I really wasn't sure how to continue. I tried my best, and unfortunately, I'm not that happy with it, but hopefully, you all will like it somehow / Part 1

A headache threatened to make itself known as you looked unimpressed as the King of Hell shook your shoulders, causing you to rock back and forth.

"Did your parents drop you on your head when you were a kid?" Lucifer asked in a desperate tone, not wanting to believe that you and Alastor were a thing (obviously still not knowing that you're married to each other).

"Maybe," you said nonchalantly, ready to push him away if he didn't stop shaking you.

"But-" that's it, you thought as you pushed Lucifer's hands away from your shoulders, surprising him by that before cupping his face in your hand, squeezing his cheeks tightly as he stared at you with wide eyes.

"Listen to me," you began in a stern tone, glaring at him, making him visibly swallow. "You're going to let your daughter show you around, or I'm going to skin you infront of everyone."

With that, you let go of his face as you dusted off your hands, as if you had touched something dirty.

The rest of the residents could only stare with shocked expressions. Fortunately, they hadn't heard what you had said, but from what they had seen, it was definitely intense, as no one would dare do such a thing to the Ruler of Hell.

Though Alastor didn't look shocked, he seemed to be fuming as one of his eyes twitched while the crazed grin never left his face.

"Okay... Anyway, Dad. Look at this lovely parlor where people can get to know each other and share secrets and stories and intimate feelings!" The excitement was vivid in Charlie's tone as she had her beautiful smile on her face.

She was already trying to move on, wanting to make her point to her dad and you appreciated the fact that you weren't in the spotlight anymore.

Thinking that you were finally getting some peace, you sighed in relief before you felt Alastor's head on top of yours.

"Tell me, darling. How long have you known this little pesky, but surely powerful man?" The 'powerful' was emphasized, as the static seemed to get even more grating with his snippy tone.

Alastor was not the jealous type, you knew that. But he always had his moments, loving to meddle in other people's affairs while hiding his own.

Huffing, you turned around and looked up at him, "While you were gone for seven years, I might have befriended him."

The anger was evident in your voice as you did not explain further. Not only had your husband left you for a few years out of nowhere, but now he was suddenly trying to pry information out of you.

Alastor just laughed at your answer and shook his head while your hands clenched into fists.

And before you could curse him, he suddenly moved much closer, almost pressing his forehead against yours. "Surely for nothing of lustful nature," he whispered sharply, sounding almost disgusted as he uttered the word 'lustful'.

"Maybe I should have," two could play this game, and you certainly weren't going to back down now, since he loved to provoke you so much.

Hearing your reply, the static increased as his antlers grew before he suddenly disappeared in front of your eyes, now standing further away from you.

"Charlie has a very unique vision," your husband began as he approached Charlie, speaking very animatedly, "I am happy to fulfill her bizarre requests," he said, placing his hand on the blonde's shoulder as she thanked him.

Of course, seeing that didn't make Lucifer happy at all, since he was already planning to kill Alastor when he got the chance.

And to be honest, at this point, you couldn't care less, almost ready to encourage Lucifer.

"Quite an impressive young lady. We're all very proud of her." The man dressed in red knew what he was doing as he pulled Charlie closer.

Somehow, even though he was angry, the short man managed to steer the conversation to another topic, such as getting introduced to the rest of the people in the hotel.

With a smile on her face, Charlie pulled Vaggie near her, "This is Vaggie. She's my girlfriend."

You had probably never seen Lucifer so relieved as a grin made its way across his face, "Oh my golly, you like girls?"

You truly wanted to bang your head against something, knowing that he was going to embarrass himself.

"Yes, so do I. We have so much in common. You put her there, Maggie," he said as he pulled Vaggie into a bone crushing hug, making her a bit uncomfortable with his enthusiasm.

"He didn't even get the name right..." you muttered, rubbing your temple in frustration.

And of course, it wouldn't be Alastor if he didn't continue to annoy you further, "Everything all right, my sweet?"

"Would be much better without you here," you said, avoiding eye contact, not wanting to deal with him right now.

"Is that so?" Alastor whispered in your ear with a toothy grin on his face, looking pleased with himself as you flinched at the sudden closeness.

All you could do was exhale sharply as you stepped away from him, even though he teleported right back into your personal space.

Ignoring him, you just watched the rest of the residents.

"Hello, I clean." Niffty giggled to herself as she grabbed hold of Lucifer's coat, causing him to stare at her with an uncertain expression on his face.

"Don't you dare throw the chandelier to the floor," you whispered, already one step ahead of him.

"Oh, and how well you know me," Alastor said in a delighted voice, and now you wished you hadn't told him that, because it seemed that another plan was brewing in that big head of his.

Without warning, your husband suddenly put an arm around your waist as he walked you closer to the rest of the people.

"You must be proud of Charlie since she has already found people who want to redeem themselves," the grin didn't leave his face as usual as the attention was once again back on you and Alastor.

Lucifer's eye twitched as he looked at you, not liking the fact that the deer was holding his friend so close.

"Sure I am," the short man said as he pulled you out of the radio demon's grip, causing the static to be heard.

"Doesn't seem like it," Alastor said quickly, jumping to the next topic before Lucifer could interject in annoyance, "I even remember the exact moment Charlie needed help, and of course, being the perfect gentleman, I couldn't help but lend a hand." He chuckled to himself as he suddenly grabbed your hand, wanting to pull you to him, but Lucifer didn't let go of your hand, but nonetheless he continued to talk anyway.

"You could almost call me dad," Alastor said with a sinister grin as both men continued to pull on your hand.

"Surely no one would call you that," the King of Hell said with contempt in his voice as he glared at your husband and suddenly turned his eyes to you, "I promise you, you can do better than this. Have you seen his haircut?"

"I see it every day," you muttered.

Charlie didn't seem to be in a better mood than you, as she let herself fall onto the sofa while Vaggie patted her head. And somehow Angel Dust was eating popcorn, even holding the popcorn bag in front of the Princess of Hell as she started to eat some of it while they all watched the three of you.

"In fact, she sees it every day and every night," Alastor added with a crazed look in his eyes as he started to get annoyed.

The look on Lucifer's face was hilarious. One would really like to see his reaction if he knew that Alastor wasn't interested in anything sexual, but just loved to anger people, especially those who didn't pay attention to him.

"Nobody wants to see that atrocity!"

"Well, she loves it!"

"She doesn't!"

And before things could get worse, Husk suddenly said, "Mimzy is here."

With that, your eyes widened as you looked towards the entrance while the men stopped pulling on your hands.

Oh and how you hated her.

"Surely you all missed me!" The voice of the beautiful little woman was heard, clearly directed at your husband.

Fuck no, you thought.

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multi-fandom-imagine · 11 months ago

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𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 ||Stanley Pines||

A/n: Stan would be an amazing father, and him being a girl dad! Just 👏

Request: found here

Plot:

So, like Stanley Pines is a girldad, we know that (he and Mabel are so🥺) and have twin girls. The dude starts to bawl his eyes out when he finds out when you tell him you are pregnant.

Even more when he finds out you are having girls

Bonus if they have inherited the sixth finger from Uncle Ford(as soon as he has his little nieces on his arms, he won't let his brothers take the girls from his arms)

"Ford, give me back my daughters!"

"I need to check if they are alright!"

Stan knew he must have hit the jackpot when he met you, after years of failed relationships the man had honestly given up of even dating.

And then his brother pulled your car off the road. It could have been a fling, sure he liked you. You were a beautiful woman, you were kind to Mabel and Dipper. To be honest, he couldn't help but feel his heart race a bit fast when he saw your interactions with the 13 year olds.

Sure it was painful knowing you were leaving, you did spend weeks with him.

But you didn't...when it came time for you to leave, for you to just pack your things and go instead you stated and he couldn't have been more happier because while he may not believed it back then, he had found his soulmate.

Maybe he actually owed Edna an apology for her saying it would happen one day.

Though this....this was even better. If he was being honest, this was a better feeling than when Ford stepped through that portal.

"You're what?" His voice croaked, he swallowed thickly.

"Pregnant." You gave him a weak smile, you didn't know how to tell him, part of you scared not knowing how he would even react to this sort of news.

Stan's eyes went wide, his heart nearly coming to a stop. 'Pregnant'

He stared down at you for a long while, trying to get his thoughts in order. After a few moments, Stan pulled you even closer against his chest, his arms wrapping around you. His eyes closing for a moment as he buried his nose into your neck.

"How...how long have you known for?" His voice was soft, a mixture of panic and excitement in his tone.

Blinking a few times, shocked at his reaction you looked up at him the best you could. "A...a few days...I wanted to make sure..wait...you...you're not upset?"

Stan could only chuckle. 'Upset? He was ecstatic!'

"Why in the world would I be upset? You're kidding, right? Dollface, you're gonna have my baby. I'm the luckiest man alive."

He leaned down and pressed several soft kisses against your head. Then gave you a smile as he let his finger glided across his cheek though his eyes then went wide as he stepped back looking you over making sure you were okay.

"I didn't hurt ya did I?"

Letting out a snort, you gave him a grin placing your hand on his cheeks. "No you didn't hurt me Stan, I'm fine...I'm wonderful actually." You muttered resting your head against his chest as the man slowly wrapped around your body.

"I'm feelin wonderful too sweetheart....I'm the happiest man alive right now." Blinking back some tears, he smiled as he placed a kiss to the top of your head.

Months passed and Stan did his best to help you out with all your needs. Ford helping his brother and you move into a house near by knowing it would be safer for you and the child.

But it was one ultrasound that had the man bursting into tears. His eyes glued to the screen as the Obstetrician applied the jell to your belly. He felt your hand holding his but it still did not feel real, especially when the woman informed him that he was not only having twins, but twin girls.

"I'm not cryin! You can't prove nothin!"

Grinning you tucked your phone away as you tugged the dress down. "The video I have saved on my phone say's other wise." Shaking your head you took a deep breath in placing a hand on your belly, the sonogram photos securely in Stan's wallet. "Now let's go home...I am tired." It would explain the excessive kicking you've felt.

Sniffling, Stan cleared out his throat then brushed his tears away as he placed his hand on your belly doing his best to sooth you. "You two hear that...your mother is tired so let her rest."

Smiling, you let your fingers run through Stan's hair, the man leaning into your touch. "They love your voice Stan."

Still holding your hips, he gave you a watery smile as small tears ran down his cheeks. "Thank you."

It was a hard birth, but Stan never left your side. The man letting you hold his hand, squeeze it whenever you were in pain. Him often telling you jokes to make you laugh, or stories of him and Ford, the things the saw, things about his childhood then soon his little girls were in his arms. "Ha can you believe it...six fingers...just like your Uncle Ford."

Relaxing into the hospital bed, a weak chuckle escaped your lips as you let your gaze focused on Stan. It was an adorable sight, to see someone who held his emotions in to break down from just holding two infants. "They're gonna be daddy's little girls aren't they?"

You can see he held so much love for them, that he would do anything for them.

Shaking his head for a moment, Stan blinked away his tears as he slipped his glasses off due to them fogging up. "Damn right they will be. Nothin will be out of their reach..." he wouldn't hold them back, he wouldn't scream or yell at him, he wouldn't kick them out for a little mistake.

He wouldn't be like his father...he will be better.

"....hehe...I can't wait to show em off to everyone. Mabel said she made em little hats...gonna be adorable."

He muttered looking down at the twins asleep in his arms until his gaze landed on you. "Get some sleep beautiful...I got em."

Stan knew everyone wanted to see the twins and while he let the people he trusted take a look at them he refused to let anyone hold them that was not him or you. Oh no they will have to wait until his precious beans were older.

"Just let me hold them Stanley...it's been a month." Ford glanced at his brother rolling his eyes. "You're being a baby hog."

Scowling, Stan glanced at you. Giving him a smile you nodded your head. "Just...be careful." He muttered reluctantly.

Once in his arms, Ford smiled down at his nieces as he then spotted their six tiny fingers. "How adorable....I will protect you both with my life...you will not be bullied like me."

Shifting his weight from one foot to another, Stan then cleared out his throat. "Alright give'em back Ford."

"I think not! I would like to spend time with my nieces Stanley." Turning his back, the man powered walk away.

"Stanford! Give me back my daughters!"

"I need to check if they are alright!"

"What! Ford! Get your ass back here!"

Sighing, a smile tugged at your lips as you watched Stan chase after your brother. Shaking your head you sat down in the plush chair closing your eyes. It was good to be home.

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dcdreamblog · 4 months ago

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In honor of whatever Jewish holiday is close when you get to answering this (currently Passover), what's the deal with that Monolith guy?

This is only going to work once and it's still getting your position reset to the bottom of the answer list because it is CHEATING. I don't know the Jewish holidays but I DO know that Passover is one of, if not the most important one and considering how...well let's just say how things have been going for my Jewish friends out there on the wide interwebs I feel its important to let people know where I stand. Like the blog says, we support Jews here. Also if I do this no one is allowed to judge me for how many Yiddish words I drop into every piece I write. ANYWAY.

(A painting of the Monolith, showing it standing literal watch over Brooklyn. Not to scale) "The Monolith" is a Golem. Which...umm... Look, I'm not a Jewish mythological scholar. Jewish mysticism is a whole kettle of fish and the worst part about trying to make heads or tails of it is that a big chunk of the information offered online is from people who AREN'T Jewish trying to sell you a 12 week course on the Kabbalah to make your dick bigger or something. Assume I am taking this information directly from as trustworthy sources as I POSSIBLY can and if I say something horribly untoward then I ask that the righteous bricks through my window be limited to one. If you want to learn some Jewish history, look up Sam Aronow on Youtube and thank me later. To avoid another false start. The Monolith is a Golem, a creature formed usually out of clay and animated by Jewish mysticism to serve as guardian and protector for a local Jewish community. The most famous one is in Prague, the Golem known as the monolith was animated at some point in the mid 30s. Theories abound as to whom or why but during the weeks leading directly up to the Monolith's appearance the Brooklyn Jewish community had come under a rash of attacks from local bootleggers and mafiosos leaving many dead and multiple businesses up in flames when the community was in the depth of the Great Depression.

The Monolith was only originally active for a very short time before its prerogative to track down and halt those who would put Brooklyn's Jews and risks lead to it unleashing violent attacks on what were purported to be small time or nonviolent offenders. It vanishes from the historical record close to a year before the Crimson Avenger and the Sandman make the scene. Stories abound that just like the golems of other cities it is sealed away awaiting a time in which it is needed to defend the Jews of Brooklyn once again. It only reappears in the modern day where it is reported to have fought a demon underneath an old church near its old neighborhood, as well as teaming up with Batman to halt a series of arsonist attacks on Brooklyn's Muslims from an Islamophobic bigot calling himself The Incinerator. It also battles a creature of animated iron that people also call a Golem but I have no citation on that and helps break up a trafficking ring. It shows up for a very short time during the so called 'Battle for Bludhaven' after the dropping of Chemo decimated many of the city's lower income neighborhoods including its Jewish quarter. There it clashed with the government goon squad Freedom's Ring and assisted the modern Freedom Fighters in making sure the disaster didn't continue to spread helping to salvage the city as it still exists to this day. (Whether this is a good act depends on one's opinion on Bludhaven/s) Since then? Its most often cited around the NYCAT (New York Citizen's Assistance Team) Center in Brooklyn, a mutual assistance network for Brooklyn's lower class or homeless citizens. As is shocking to truly no one the last year or so of sightings have been it standing guard against or breaking up hamasnik mobs around synagogues, Jewish cultural centers and Hebrew schools because people DEEPLY suck. It's a hero that means a lot of things to a lot of people. Finding sources on it it was hard to not stumble into antisemetic corners who basically called it the second coming of Mongul just for existing because it will stand there for 30 minutes getting belted with bottles and only start shoving when the bottles start getting aimed at somebody else. This has been the pattern placed upon openly Jewish superheroes for the past year or more, where their every action is vilified because protecting Jewish communities is what they've always done. To that I respond the same I would respond to anyone who was complaining about an 'ethnic' superhero of any other kind: What the hell are you doing that a superhero whose purpose is to defeat threats to Jewish communities has suddenly become a problem for you? Why have you joined the same cohort as a literal demon and a terrorist lighting mosques on fire?

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companionjones · 11 months ago

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Weeping & Wishes

Pairing: Austin Moon x Reader

Fandom: Austin & Ally

Summary: Austin finds you crying in a convenience store on your birthday.

Warnings: Austin says a curse word!

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When Austin saw you, it was pretty obvious to him that you'd been crying. You were sure it was obvious to everyone around you, but he was the only one who said anything about it.

"Are you okay, Y/n?" He stopped in his tracks when he saw you.

You had been sniffling and staring at one of the sides of the candy isle. Your eyes went wide as you turned to stare at him.

Sure, you knew that he was in the convenience store. He was Austin Moon for pete's sake. You'd been crushing on him since middle school. But never in a million years did you think he'd talk to you without being prompted to by some sort of classroom assignment.

"Yeah," you mumbled out. You figured it was better to answer him late than never.

His brow furrowed at your lie. "No, you're not. You've been crying."

You looked away from him when you felt another wave of tears welling up. "Yeah," you agreed with him.

"Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey." Austin put down the basket he'd been carrying to comfort you. He put his hands on your shoulders and levelled himself to look directly into your eyes. "Why are you so sad?"

"It-it-it's my birthday, a-and I've just had the w-worst day..."

Austin smiled, but his eyes were sad. "It's your birthday? Happy birthday."

As your head fell, you didn't even have it in you to say, "Thank you."

Austin's brow furrowed again as he swallowed and licked his lips. "Hey. It's 8pm. The day's not over yet, right?"

Confused as to where he was going with that, you shook your head.

His smile seemed more genuine. "Great. Then I can still turn this around..."

And turn it around he absolutely did. First, Austin had you pick out your five favorite candies, your favorite drink, and your favorite kind of cake, and he bought it all for you. Austin then took you back to his place where you and him watched your favorite movie, that Austin had somehow never seen. He fell in love with it. The rest of the night, the two of our just talked and caught up.

"I just don't understand..." you confessed with a chuckle at one point.

Austin was putting a handful of one of the snacks into his mouth. "Don't understand what?" came his muffled question.

"Why did you come up to me tonight?"

He chewed and swallowed his food. "You were crying," he answered like it was obvious.

"I know, but you didn't need to do that. We don't...know each other." You hesitated to say that last part.

Austin looked at you like you were joking. "Don't know each other? We've known each other since the sixth grade."

That shocked you to hear. "You remember me from all the way back then?"

"Of course I do, Y/n. Why would you think I wouldn't?"

"I don't know," you honestly answered. This new information was throwing your head through a spin.

Austin glanced at the clock before he sat up next to you in his bed. "Now that it's past midnight, can I ask you a question?"

"I'm not sure what the timing has to do with this, but yes."

He hesitated. "I didn't want to ask you this on your birthday, but can you tell me what happened today to make you so upset?"

You took a moment to answer, and that seemed to have stressed him out. "You don't need to answer if you don't want--"

"--No, it's okay," you responded truthfully, "It's just that...it feels so stupid now."

"I promise you it's not stupid." Austin moved to grab both your hands.

You looked at your connected hands for a moment, then you looked up at Austin.

Austin was looking at you when you looked up, then he looked down at your hands. He pulled his hands back.

You swallowed before starting, "It's just that...for days leading up to my birthday, everyone was wondering what I wanted to do. I could only come up with one thing, but apparently that thing 'wasn't good enough' and 'was a waste of time'. Some of them said they would do it with me, but they all flaked when the time came."

"What was it?" Austin wondered, "What was the thing?"

At those questions, you just smiled and motioned your head towards Austin's TV. "It was sitting with me and watching that movie we just watched."

For a few moments after that, you and Austin just sat there, gazing at each other gratefully.

Then, a big realization dawned on Austin's features. "Oh, shit!" He scrambled out of bed and exited his room.

You sat there, confused on his bed until he got back.

Austin was carrying your cake, all lit up with candles. He looked apprehensive, however. "I wanted to do this while it was still your birthday." He carefully returned to sit beside you.

"Austin, do you have any idea how little it matters to me to blow out my candles on my birthday? Not only did you watch my movie with me, you loved it, and you were kind enough to buy me snacks and a cake? Do you have any idea how I feel right now?"

The boy seemed in shock by your overtly thankful words.

So, you blew out the candles. Then, you kissed Austin Moon. "Can you guess what my wish was?"

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slaaverin · 9 months ago

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I feel like we’ve collectively moved on too fast from ‘Are you Sure’?!. Maybe we’re too overwhelmed?

Just wondered what your favourite part was? What shocked you? And what you would have changed ?

Jikookers have always had a tendency to move on from absolutely everything at tremedous speed which baffles me. There are still moments from years ago that still shock me to this day. I think it's because we've always been spoiled rotten by jikook 😂

I'm actually glad to get your ask.

A favorite part is soooo hard to choose, but I think what I liked the most was seeing their general happiness in Sapporo. They were SO happy and SO excited and played in the snow like children, it was quite beautiful to see. It's the trip that meant the most to them and it showed. But I also liked the chaos of Connecticut 😂

I was shocked many times. First with this:

THIS MOMENT.

I was gobsmacked. A slap in my face. Because this statement right there is irrevocably romantic. You can't spin it any other way. There is no blurred lines. There is no alternative. There is no other reason his heart is fluttering. Jungkook right there confessed to the world he is in love with Jimin. AND PEOLPLE DISMISS IT LIKE IT NEVER HAPPENED. I'm????? People really see what they want to see. There, he said it. He said Jimin simply holding his shirt is evoking romantic feelings in him. He is attracted to Jimin. And he said it in a very calm collected tone like this is another tuesday. Like this is a known, accepted, normal fact that would not surprise Jimin. He's just informing him. But this is not shocking news. IT TELLS EVERYTHING WE NEED TO KNOW.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk but moving on:

This whole segment was very shocking to me, not because they were particularly close (they are a couple so it's expected) but I was shocked to see they did this in front of a whole group of staff sitting in front of them who would be wondering what the f is happening. To show this level of closeness to a bunch of people you need to have such a high level of trust in each other and in the relationship. They are comfortable enough to show physical closeness and not be bothered one bit with anyone watching them which in itself is very disconcerting because that is not usually the case even in normal people long-term relationships, at least not to this level

The simple "This is see-through" phrase from Jungkook to a Jimin with a devilish smile ready to do mischief was very shocking to me. What was he about to do that deserved this warning? The only explanation would be that Jimin was about to get too close to him physically in the pool. But why would he do this as friends? Friends playing around would not have warranted such a warning. Because no one would have even thought about anything in particular.

But JK needed to warn him anyway. Only reason? If they are a couple and Jimin was about to get *CLOSE* like couples do in the pool. Which he was about to do looking at his devious smile. He was about to do something at least. Something that could not pass as friendship otherwise Jungkook would have said nothing. Much to think about.

He blurted it. Like it just came out so naturally. Jungkook has no chill whatsoever. This man is flirting blatantly in front of the entire world. While Tae was there. How could beautiful clouds even compare to Jimin. Jungkook only sees Jimin and he doesn't care for anyone to know about it. It's just what it is. Jimin or nothing. Everybody else can go home. Thank you Jungkook.

Of course one of the most shocking:

I already made a quick post about it but this was...this was....I have no words to this day. Can you believe we saw this? THE LEVEL OF INTIMACY. THE QUIETNESS OF THE MOMENT. THE KNOWING.

They knew. We knew. No one said a word. We were all intruding. I was frozen and holding my breath, my mouth wide open with shock and my heart was beating in my chest and I had to pause afterwards because this was jawdropping.

And I've seen many people that did not get it. But with everything we know about jikook thus far, everything they have been through, the growth, the ever expanding love, this moment was incredibly special and in a way quite emotional to witness.

This is their normalcy. Sharing a bed and intimacy and physical and emotional closeness.

AND THEY LET US SEE IT? CAN YOU BELIEVE? THIS IS ABSOLUTELY INSANE!

If you told me in 2018 we would witness this, I would not have believed you. This is beyond my wildest imagination. This is not even about the fucking butt-slap. It's the whole mood of the scene. It's the tenderness. I was on the floor.

I think this is the most shocking thing I've seen as a jikooker including MMA 2018.

This was shocking. Not the act itself. The shock was in the hesitancy of Jungkook. Of Jungkook allowing himself to share this tender moment with Jimin in a train full of people in Japan (of all places, where people don't show intimacy in public) but this moment was too important for Jungkook to pass it up and he almost didn't do it but then he thought fuck it and let himself go completely. What a beautiful and meaningful moment. How special and precious 💜😭

This was a really insane moment too. Jikook being tangled together god knows how in this car and Jungkook looking drunk on love showing off Jimin like a proud and posessive boyfriend. Just wow. I certainly didn't expect this but I can't say I'm not happy 🙊 They couldn't look more like a couple here

I'll finish with this picture that really shook me. Jimin's name on JK's chest. I don't know what else to say. If people wanted them to spell it out, well this is spelled out, literally. It's all here.

There were so many great moments and I feel we could talk about it for hours but I'm gonna wrap it up.

My last answer is probably gonna pin me as a hater but honestly I don't really care I know where I stand. What I would have changed to AYS would have been Tae not coming to Jeju. Look, I love Tae, I have no issues with Tae, and jikook were fine with it so this was fine, but I felt sometimes uncomfortable because I felt his presence was a bit misplaced, and you could feel it in jikook's behaviour too, so Jeju had a bit of an uneasy feeling to it. I think Tae didn't add anything more to the show. I would love to see more of Tae in any other setting, I love him in group settings in general, but I simply felt it was a bit of a wrong place wrong time situation. But I still enjoyed Jeju a lot it was just not my favorite.

Otherwise there would be nothing I would have changed to AYS. (Maybe Jimin not suffering this much? 😂)

Anyway thanks for your ask I had fun and take care anon 💜

#jikook #kookmin #jimin #jungkook #ays #travel show #ask

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The Tiger, The Witch and The Wardrobe Ghosts

also available on ao3 here !!

Pairing: Junhui x Soonyoung x Wonwoo x Seungkwan

Summary: Witch!Seungkwan and Shapeshifter!Soonyoung falling for Ghost!Junhui and Ghost!Wonwoo 🔞

Words: 12k total (1 chapter on ao3, split into 2 for tumblr)

Content: supernatural/modern with magic au, found family, tiny bit of angst, mentions of death (because ghosts), hurt/comfort, ghost sex, smut (in part 2) warnings under the cut ♡

a/n: after all this time i think this is still my favourite fic. it's very soft and silly i promise. oh and i took quite a lot of creative liberties regarding supernatural powers. never claimed to know what i'm talking about <3

Smut warnings: ghost sex, anal sex, passing out

Soonyoung and Seungkwan had been together for three years, inseparable friends for far longer, when they decided to find their forever home.

The low price was a little suspicious at first, but it made sense when the real estate agent nervously informed them of the rumours. Something to do with it being haunted. It came across as incredibly discriminatory, which was pretty wild considering they were supernaturals themselves, so they stopped listening soon after that.

Of course they didn't mind sharing a space with a ghost, already having been friends with one for years, so they didn't really have any concerns. In hindsight, they probably should’ve paid more attention.

Their "housemate" didn't officially make themselves known until after they'd already begun moving in. Of course they'd felt a presence, but there were no clear signs of a ghost being around. Soonyoung figured the spirit was just shy. Not surprising, really. He wouldn't feel too excited about strangers in his home. But what was surprising was that he met them first. One of them, anyway.

Soonyoung generally avoided shifting if he didn't have to. As much as it was fun, it could be exhausting to change his physical form. Having Seungkwan basically use him as a pack mule was easily his least favourite experience with it, but it was pretty neat to have a use for all the extra muscle. The scratch behind his ears with each trip from the car was a much appreciated bonus. Seeing ghosts who wanted to stay hidden was an unexpected downside.

Soonyoung could say with one hundred percent certainty that he didn't do it on purpose. He was literally just taking boxes upstairs. Heavy ones at that, full of thick books and Seungkwan's witchy stuff that didn't have a place in his workroom. Judging by the absolute horror on his face, the man he stumbled upon had definitely not intended to be seen. But everyone knows that cats can see ghosts. It wasn't his fault.

He was quite pretty, in Soonyoung's opinion. His features were a little blurred, but his sharp angles and wide eyes were clear enough to think so. Tall and quite broad, too. Seungkwan would definitely like him.

Whether the shock was just from being found or the fact that a large predatory animal was in his house, Soonyoung didn't get the chance to ask, finding himself alone a moment later. Shame. At least he could brag about meeting him first.

It wasn't until Seungkwan was unpacking his equipment, still seething over Soonyoung seeing the spirit first, that he finally felt the air turn cold. He'd been practicing for this moment for days, hunched over his desk rereading the spellbook over and over to make sure he would do it right. It was old magic, no longer taught and difficult to tame, but he knew he could do it.

He closed his eyes and slowly rose from where he knelt on the carpet, feeling the energy begging to escape his fingertips. Taking in a calming breath, his eyes snapped open, glowing silver as the room was bathed in glittering light to reveal a man standing ramrod straight just inside the door.

Soonyoung's description hadn't done him justice at all. He was gorgeous, staring back at him from behind round glasses perched high on his nose. He thought his smile was friendly enough, but the spirit vanished with a grimace before Seungkwan could get a word out.

He turned back to the cardboard box with a disappointed hum as his eyes faded back to normal, kneeling down to continue pulling out the bottles. He'd worked hard on perfecting that one. The ghost could've at least given him time to say hi. Oh well. They would meet again, he supposed.

Still, Seungkwan drove himself mad waiting for Soonyoung to come back from Jeonghan's shop. He decided it would be more appropriate to swoon in person than have whoever was around getting up in their business. He loved them, but their friends could be unbearably nosey and now was definitely not the time.

"Why didn't you tell me he was so handsome?" Seungkwan said dreamily, sitting on the counter as he watched Soonyoung stirring soup on the stove later that evening. Soonyoung rolled his eyes but didn't bother hiding his fond smile, used to his antics after so many years.

"He's so tall. And you know I have a thing for guys with glasses. No fair."

That made Soonyoung pause, putting the lid back on the pot before turning back to his boyfriend. "Glasses? He didn't have glasses."

They stared at each other for a drawn out moment, seeming to both come to the same conclusion. Seungkwan massaged his temples with a sigh.

They didn't bother asking the real estate about it. Mostly because they didn't want to have to speak to the agent who was not very discreet about his views on the supernatural, knowing they would probably be given some kind of bullshit story in the hopes they would leave. Besides, their two ghosts would have to pop up again eventually.

Soonyoung had been hearing hushed voices on the second floor since they moved in, but they always stopped when he dragged Seungkwan up the stairs to help investigate. He swore they were coming from the spare room wardrobe. He was starting to think he was going crazy. The annoyed expression from Seungkwan each time didn't help. It wasn't his fault that he kept interrupting his potion making. But clearly plan A wasn't working. So, plan B.

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“Is it insensitive to ask you to ghost hunt with me?”

Seokmin nearly choked on his tea, spluttering as Minghao whacked him on the back with a deep sigh. Joshua raised an eyebrow, perched on the armrest of the couch they were sitting on.

“You're asking someone with a ghost for a boyfriend, who is also sitting right in front of you, if it would be insensitive to join you in ghost hunting? Really?” Joshua deadpanned, petting Seokmin's hair as he caught his breath.

Soonyoung blushed and lowered his eyes to the empty mug in his hands. “It was a genuine question.”

The three stared him down, waiting for the explanation that he was embarrassed to give. To be fair, he hadn't really planned for Joshua and Minghao to be there when he asked to come over. He forgot Joshua couldn't really go very far on his own.

“Okay, look,” he looked up at the ceiling to get his thoughts in order. “I didn't mean hunting. I meant that we have two people in our house who disappear when we try to talk to them. We don't know what to do. I thought you could help.”

“You wanted Seokmin specifically when you know he was absolutely terrified of Shua when we moved in?” Minghao narrowed his eyes, clearly trying to work out what Soonyoung was playing at.

“You were the first person I thought of,” he groaned, already over the interrogation. “I feel like I'm going crazy. I keep hearing voices upstairs but they go quiet when I go up. I swear they're coming from the spare room wardrobe. You were the only person I knew would believe me.”

He ended his spiel with a mumble, knowing it sounded silly out loud. Why would ghosts be hiding in a closet, of all places? He'd opened it multiple times just to find bare shelves, not finding anyone even in his tiger form, but he'd narrowed it down to it being the right place. It was just strange.

He looked back up when the silence stretched on too long, finding the three sharing glances he couldn't quite work out. Boyfriend telepathy, he supposed, before remembering that Joshua was, in fact, telepathic. Ghost privileges.

“It doesn't sound silly,” Joshua turned back to him, his signature smile back in place. The whole mind reading thing was unnerving, in Soonyoung's opinion. “I mean, we tend to hang out where we died. What did Seungcheol call it?”

“Respawn point,” Seokmin snorted, seeming to be over the shock already. Probably Minghao sending out a calming aura with his giggles or something. Soonyoung still didn't quite understand what it was that he could do. As far as he could tell, Minghao just left feathers around the place.

“Maybe they both died in there? Bit of a weird place for it to happen, but you know Minnie found me in the bathtub.”

Joshua grinned as Seokmin batted at his thigh, turning his body translucent before the slap could land.

As much as they could laugh about it now, Soonyoung would never forget that phone call. Hearing Seokmin bawling down the line about seeing some dead guy when he was naked was definitely memorable. At least it worked out pretty well for them in the end.

“Do you think it would help if you came with us?” Seokmin's voice broke him from his thoughts, directed at the ghost in question. “Maybe they would be more open to talking to you.”

Joshua floated up a little as he mulled it over. “I guess it couldn't hurt. Shared experience or whatever. Less likely to freak out on me than dealing with you two idiots too.”

Soonyoung couldn't argue with that and frankly didn't care, excitedly bouncing up onto his feet to wrap Joshua in a hug now that he'd made his body solid again. Maybe they would finally get somewhere, after all.

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Seungkwan popped his head into the hallway at the sound of voices, eyes lighting up when they landed on Seokmin toeing off his shoes by the door.

“Hey-” he stopped short as Joshua suddenly appeared from the pendant around his neck, shocked into silence before erupting into a fit of giggles as he was lifted from the floor.

“Kwannie!” Seokmin dashed around the ghost to spin Seungkwan around in a tight embrace before setting him back down on the floor, squishing his cheeks between his palms. “We missed you!”

Soonyoung leaned against the door as he watched the two with a fond smile. Seungkwan really was the group's favourite. He just somehow got lucky by being Seungkwan's favourite. But he was only distracted by them being obnoxiously cute for a moment before noticing how tense Joshua had gotten, seeming to stare at nothing on the ceiling.

“They're definitely up there,” he heard him mumble, eyes narrowed and shoulders hunched. “But I can feel their anxiety from down here. I think it was definitely a good idea for me to come with. Do I want to ask how you freaked them out so badly?”

Soonyoung looked at a spot on the carpet to avoid Joshua’s piercing gaze, shrugging his shoulders at his exasperated sigh. He couldn't catch whatever the ghost grumbled before disappearing, which was probably for the best. Grumpy Joshua was a force to avoid reckoning with at all costs.

Seungkwan noticed his discomfort, tearing himself away from Seokmin pressing kisses all over his face to take his hand. He was dragged into the living room and dropped to their couch, Seokmin cuddling into his side after flopping down next to him. His boyfriend curled against his other side, waving his hand to have their teapot and three cups float from the kitchen to settle on the coffee table.

Seokmin snapped his fingers to bring out the sugar jar and carton of milk, much to Seungkwan's barely contained disappointment. Both himself and Minghao would never understand how he could have it so sweet, but Soonyoung wasn't far behind being just as bad. Annoying their boyfriends with their questionable tastes was their trademark by that point.

“Want to talk about it?” Seungkwan asked as the tea poured, scrunching up his nose when he made the other two. “You didn't tell me you were bringing anyone over. Is it about the ghosts?”

Soonyoung hummed as he sipped his drink, not really sure how to word it without sounding like he'd done something wrong. Luckily, Seokmin was a little better with his words.

“It is, yeah. Soonyoungie came over to ask if we could help. Shua thought he might be able to do something considering, you know, ghost. It can't hurt to try, anyway,” he blew at the steam rising from the teacup between his hands, projecting his highest level of sunshine.

Seungkwan pulled his knees up towards his chest, nodding sagely before resting his head against Soonyoung as he waited for his drink to cool. Not having milk had its downsides.

“I'm sorry for not helping more,” he sighed, pressing a kiss to Soonyoung's shoulder. “I just don't know what to do if they don't want to meet us. I hope Shua works it out.”

With his usual impressive timing, Joshua appeared so suddenly that Seokmin almost spilled his tea down his shirt. Without a word, Joshua flicked both Soonyoung and Seungkwan's foreheads with a scowl.

“What was that for?” Soonyoung rubbed over the spot with an identical frown and narrowed his eyes.

“What is wrong with you two?” Joshua widened his eyes and floated off the ground in disbelief. “Why would you force them to appear like that? No wonder they've been hiding. I'd probably do the same. You're lucky I told them you didn't mean any harm by it. That was fucking stupid and I hate you both.”

Soonyoung didn’t argue that it wasn't on purpose. The first time, anyway. He had a point, even if he was being overdramatic. He squeezed Seungkwan's hand when he saw how red his face had become, Joshua lowering himself to kneel in front of him when he noticed the same.

“I'm sorry,” Seungkwan mumbled, chewing his bottom lip at Joshua's sigh. “I didn't think using magic to talk to them would be a bad thing. I didn't think at all, I guess. I'm really sorry.”

“It isn't me you need to apologise to,” Joshua placed his cold hands on Seungkwan's knees, voice softening. “They asked me to tell you that they aren't mad. Just a little wary. Be gentle when they choose to come out, okay? It'll be fine.”

Seungkwan looked back up to offer a teary thank you. Seokmin rushed to gather him up in his arms, cooing over how cute he was squished against his chest. Soonyoung felt a gentle tap on his thigh, following Joshua out to the hallway while the other two were distracted.

“Lucky you didn't go all tiger on us in there,” the spirit crossed his arms over his chest, but his smile made Soonyoung relax a little. “They were watching from the kitchen. Surprised Kwannie didn't feel them, honestly.”

Soonyoung shivered as cool air passed by his side. It lasted barely a second, but he knew it was them passing by to go back upstairs, obviously on purpose considering they could have gone straight up. His heart clenched at the nod Joshua sent towards what appeared to be empty space. It took more self control than he usually had to not shift, but he knew that was basically the worst thing he could do in their current situation.

Joshua seemed pleased by his decision, lifting him up by the waist to drift back into the other room. Another thing Soonyoung would never really get used to, but wrapping his arms around his shoulders for the short trip was way more fun than the mind reading thing.

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Seungkwan went back to his work after they said their goodbyes, but Soonyoung wasn't really sure what to do with himself. His brain was so muddled by what had happened that he couldn't really do anything at all. He leaned against the back of the couch and stared up at the ceiling with a sigh. It was a lot for one day.

His head jerked down at the sound of someone clearing their throat, an embarrassing squeak leaving his throat at the sight of two people appearing in the middle of his living room.

The one he recognised smiled shyly with an awkward little wave, but the other kept a stoic expression, eyes cold behind his glasses. Soonyoung assumed it was supposed to be intimidating, but all he could think was how right Seungkwan had been. He really was unfairly handsome. They both were, even in their semi-transparent state.

The ghosts exchanged confused glances at his reaction, or lack thereof outside of open-mouthed staring, before drifting closer.

“Hey,” Pretty Boy Number One leaned forward with his hands on his knees, speaking to Soonyoung like a spooked animal, a slight accent shining through his words. “Sorry to kind of, um, pop up out of nowhere? But your friend was really nice and we felt bad. I can't really speak for Wonwoo here, but he trusts you so I don't see why we shouldn't. I hope you don't mind that we were listening in earlier, too. We just wanted to be sure.”

Soonyoung nodded dumbly, eyes flickering between the two until Pretty Boy With Glasses, or Wonwoo, apparently, cleared his throat a second time before stepping closer too.

“Junhui and I have had some not great experiences with people here,” Wonwoo's voice, deeper than a thousand oceans, washed over him as he spoke. “I think we have the right to be cautious. Especially after what happened.”

That snapped Soonyoung out of his stupor, burying his face in his hands to avoid meeting their eyes. But before he could gather his thoughts to respond, another voice called out from behind the spirits.

“I'm so sorry,” Seungkwan's eyes shone as he whispered his apology. “I'm sure Joshua explained but we really weren't thinking. We should've known trying to make you talk to us like that would be harmful. Please forgive us.”

Junhui's expression crumbled, looking like he wanted to reach out to comfort on instinct, but Wonwoo held him back. It was understandable, and Seungkwan valiantly tried to keep a brave face, but tears spilled down his cheeks before Soonyoung could even stand.

He rushed over to hold him close, trying to apologise with his eyes when he caught the ghost's concerned looks. Seungkwan had always been a little sensitive, and it had been a difficult day for the both of them, so he should have seen it coming.

“Should we, uh, leave you with this?” Wonwoo pushed his glasses up to pinch the bridge of his nose at Junhui's awkward wording, but Seungkwan spun himself out of Soonyoung's grasp before he could get a word in.

“Don't you dare disappear again!” he sniffled, scrubbing at his cheeks. “You can't leave now. Please. Please don't go.”

Wonwoo hummed, eyes narrowed as he searched over their desperate faces. He sighed when he caught Junhui's pout, seeming to back down a little. “Alright. What do you want to know?”

Soonyoung's jaw dropped, not expecting to actually have some kind of conversation with them so soon. As much as he'd had so many questions before, he wasn't sure what he wanted to ask now that he had the opportunity. Seungkwan beat him to it.

“Is asking why you're here, what happened, too big of a first question?”

Junhui's body stiffened, reminiscent of the first time Soonyoung had seen him. Wonwoo looked more uncomfortable than fearful, sighing as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Honestly, I think it might be better to leave it for another time,” the corners of his mouth lifted when Junhui relaxed. “Is there anything a little smaller?”

“That's totally fine!” Soonyoung cut in before Seungkwan could respond. “I have been wondering about what you guys do, actually. Isn't it boring just hanging out upstairs?”

“Oh! It was super boring before you guys moved in. Like, I love Wonwoo, but there's only so much we can talk about, you know?” Junhui lit up, floating up from the carpet with excitement and ignoring Wonwoo's grumbled 'gee thanks'. “He's been having a lovely time reading the books you dumped up there and I've been doing a couple things around the house. I don't know if you noticed. Mostly just dusting and switching off things I guess you forget about. Oh, and the kitchen tap was dripping the other night so I turned that off too!”

Soonyoung's heart did a funny little flip at how proud he seemed to be at helping them out. He looked back to Seungkwan when fingers squeezed at his own, his awed expression giving away that he felt the same. Huh.

“I have a question, actually, if you don't mind?” Wonwoo asked, directed at Seungkwan. “What kind of witch are you? I've never known anyone able to just, like, make ghosts appear?”

“Ah, yeah,” Seungkwan's cheeks turned pink, eyes locked onto a spot on the floor. “I kinda dabble in a few things. Mostly making potions to sell, but I've picked up other stuff along the way. Nothing bad, I swear! Just… different, I guess. Old. I come from a family of witches so a few spellbooks were passed down to me and… yeah.”

Wonwoo seemed to take that as a good enough answer, at least for the time being. Soonyoung never really understood why it was embarrassing, he thought the things his boyfriend could do were really neat, but he knew better than to question it. Questioning a witch is never a good idea.

They said their goodnight's after that, the conversation naturally ending and sleepiness setting in. It seemed like they'd have plenty of time to talk in future, anyway. Junhui followed Wonwoo upstairs with another little wave, leaving Soonyoung and Seungkwan alone in their living room.

“Well, I don't know about you, but my head kinda hurts and I think the cure is bed,” Seungkwan tugged at Soonyoung's arm without waiting for a response, knowing he would have followed anyway.

Later, Soonyoung stared up at the ceiling with Seungkwan's limbs wrapped tightly around him, mind spinning but feeling the most relaxed he'd been since they moved in. He still had so many questions, but he was content with at least knowing the two other people in the house weren't afraid of them anymore. That was enough.

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Of course it didn't take long for a mini family meeting to be called under the guise of a late night coffee date.

“I cannot believe you didn't tell me first!” Jeonghan whined dramatically from the other side of the table. “I thought I raised you better than this.”

“First of all, you loathe anyone implying you're a motherly figure, so you're not allowed to use that as an argument,” Jihoon rolled his eyes. “And Josh told you the moment he got home from their place, anyway. You weren't missing out on anything.”

“Hao told me!” Mingyu said around a mouthful of cake. “I found out first! Besides him and Seokminnie, anyways. I'll take it.”

Werewolves were always messy, so he was used to it really, but Soonyoung still scrunched his nose up at the crumbs flying from his mouth. He wasn't the worst for it, but he certainly didn't have the best table manners in the world. Some people (Seokmin) found it endearing. Soonyoung did not.

“We didn't plan to tell anyone,” he sighed, a headache already coming on. As much as he usually loved to see his friends, he couldn't help feeling bitter about Seungkwan already having plans with Hansol and Chan. “We just wanted help. Really, that's it.”

“Seriously?” Jeonghan scoffed, voice raising in pitch and hair floating up from his shoulders as if he were underwater. “You have two hot ghost housemates and you weren't going to tell me? Leaving me to find out from Joshuji, of all people, too. No respect in this house.”

Soonyoung didn't bother pointing out that Joshua told Jeonghan, his self-proclaimed soulmate, literally everything that could be considered gossip within their group. There was even less point bringing up that he was married. Like that would ever stop him being a menace to society.

“When can we meet them?” Mingyu bounced excitedly in his seat, barely reacting to Jihoon wiping his mouth with a napkin. Soonyoung thought back over the last week.

The spirits were still keeping to themselves for the most part, but they were gradually coming out of their shells. The morning after they first talked, Soonyoung had woken up in his tiger form, as he did ninety percent of the time, and hadn't worried about shifting before going downstairs. He scared Junhui half to (a second) death, not expecting to find the ghost by the stove making scrambled eggs of all things.

Junhui had spun around, brandishing the wooden spoon like a weapon before recognising the animal was actually just Soonyoung. He shifted to his human form with a sheepish smile, grateful for the ghost letting him off a glare instead of disappearing entirely. In his defense, he hadn't really expected to find someone in his kitchen, let alone have breakfast made.

Seungkwan nearly jumped out of his skin when he sleepily wandered down too, but lit up when he worked out what was happening. It looked like Junhui would have blushed if he could. He didn't stick around for long after the two settled down to eat, but just the gesture itself was so sweet that they didn't mind. Even with the initial scare, he'd done it every morning since.

Wonwoo was hiding out a lot less too, but it still took a couple of days before he showed himself on the lower floor again, Soonyoung finding him on the couch with a book against his knees. Soonyoung made himself known with a little wave before slowly walking closer, doing his best to not look too excited by Wonwoo raising his head with the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He didn't need to ask what he was reading. He immediately recognised Seungkwan's spellbook, the cover falling apart with age and use. The one he could only assume held the magic he'd used to see the ghost. Wonwoo pushed his glasses up his nose and looked at Soonyoung expectantly, like he was waiting for him to ask what he was doing with it, but Soonyoung just sat at the other end of the couch and pulled out his phone. Wonwoo hummed, relaxing against the arm of the seat and going back to scanning the pages.

It hadn't become a routine like breakfast with Junhui, but Wonwoo wasn't going out of his way to avoid them anymore, so it was more than enough to be considered an improvement. But whether it was enough to have the rest of their unconventional family come over to meet them was another story entirely.

“I can ask what they think about it, I guess,” he stared down at the table to avoid their eyes. “But I can't really guarantee anything.”

Jeonghan fell back against his seat with a huff and fiddled with the bottle hanging from his necklace, the seawater from their last family beach trip sloshing inside it with the movement. He said it increased his powers somehow, but Soonyoung was pretty sure he was just sentimental. Maybe it was both.

“I'll talk to them when I get home. I promise,” he spoke directly to Jeonghan, but the other two perked up too. “I'm pretty sure Kwannie has been dying to throw a housewarming party, anyway.”

Jihoon sat back with a pleased little smile, fangs poking out over his bottom lip as he squeezed Mingyu's hand in an attempt to calm him down. For a stupidly big guy, he really was just an overexcited puppy. He had no idea how Jihoon could deal with it so well.

Jeonghan picked up his phone, thumbs flying over the screen. Soonyoung assumed he was texting Seungcheol the good news now that he would actually be awake. Or he should be considering Jihoon was. Vampires were funny things for sleeping schedules.

With his friends sorted out, now all he had to do was tell the ghosts they may need to expect some visitors. Not anxiety inducing at all.

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He arrived home to hushed voices coming from Seungkwan's work room. Peeking around the corner, his heart swelled at the sight of them together at his desk.

Junhui had rested his chin on top of Seungkwan's head and his hands on his shoulders, more solid than Soonyoung had ever seen from him before, excitedly watching whatever it was that his boyfriend was doing. Wonwoo stood a little to the side, arms folded over his chest, but he was clearly just as interested in what was happening.

He didn't want to interrupt, but Wonwoo looked up just as he considered tiptoeing away. He looked a little surprised, eyes widening a little behind his glasses, but gestured for him to come closer. Soonyoung stepped in shyly, which felt a little silly considering it was his house, but the moment felt fragile and he wasn't going to ruin it. Junhui tipped his head a little to meet his eyes, but didn't move from where he stood against Seungkwan. It didn't feel threatening. Just comfortable, like it was an everyday thing rather than something random and new.

Soonyoung had kind of picked up that Junhui was a touchy person, even if being a ghost likely made that difficult. He'd seen his fingers itching to reach out for the past week, but he guessed it never felt like it was the right time. But from where Soonyoung was standing, it looked incredibly normal. The excited grin directed his way added to it, and something in the back of Soonyoung's mind clicked into place. He wasn't sure what exactly, but something was there.

“What are you up to?” he broke the comfortable silence, coming closer to see what Seungkwan was working on.

He met his boyfriends glowing eyes, golden instead of their usual silver when he used the ancient magic, raising his eyebrows at the small flame dancing over his fingertips. That was new.

“Wonwoo taught me,” his whisper sounded awed. “Isn't it pretty?”

Soonyoung's brows rose higher as he looked up to the ghost, surprised to see him look a little sheepish. That was also new. And cute. Huh.

“You know magic?” he asked, swallowing down the lump forming in his throat. “Like, outside of ghost stuff?”

“I was a witch, back before we died,” he rubbed at the back of his neck like it was more of an embarrassing secret than an absolutely insane piece of information. “I can't do this anymore, obviously, but I still remember things well enough. I wanted to know if Seungkwan could do it.”

“He's a natural,” Junhui piped up, turning back to watch the flame resting in Seungkwan's palm with a faraway look in his eyes. “I missed this.”

Soonyoung had so many questions, but decided to bite his tongue. He didn't want to dampen the mood. Turned out he didn't have to. He forgot about the ghost privileges.

“Your thoughts are so loud, Soonyoung,” Junhui snorted, batting at Wonwoo's arm for letting on that he was reading him. “No, we didn't die in a fire. I think you would've been told if this place had been burnt down.”

Soonyoung groaned at the same time as Seungkwan giggled, enough to lose focus and extinguish the flame. He seemed too happy to really mind.

“I was going to ask if you could do that or if it was another weird Josh thing. I guess that's my answer.”

“Pretty sure we would know what you're thinking even without the ‘ghost privileges’,” Junhui laughed along, turning a little more transparent as he floated back to lean against Wonwoo. “I can't speak for your friend, but we really try not to do it. I personally don't enjoy feeling like I'm invading someone's privacy.”

“Oh, believe me, he definitely doesn't feel the same.”

Seungkwan agreed immediately, burying his face in Soonyoung's shirt as he laughed even harder. Soonyoung petted his hair until he got his breath back, trying to ignore the way the other two were watching.

“Speaking of, actually,” Soonyoung kept his gaze on the top of Seungkwan's head, too nervous to meet their eyes. “Jeonghan wants to know when he and the others can meet you. I said I'd ask you first.”

Wonwoo's eyebrows furrowed. “Who?”

“Hannie! He's the witch I sell my potions to!” Seungkwan beamed up at them, faltering a little when he saw their confusion. “Well, he owns the magic shop, anyway. He gives me a list of what clients need and Soonyoungie usually takes them over. Seokmin, Chan and Hansol work there, too.”

“You met Josh and Seokmin already. Or, saw Seokmin, I guess. There are, uh, a few others. They all really want to meet you.”

Junhui and Wonwoo looked at each other as they rambled, communicating in silence.

“How many others?” Junhui asked, voice quiet and laced with anxiety.

“Counting Shua and Seokminnie,” Seungkwan counted on his fingers. “Oh. Nine. Gosh, it doesn't feel like that many.”

“They're our family,” Soonyoung added before Wonwoo could voice his concern. “It would mean a lot to them. And to us.”

Wonwoo sighed, features softening with Seungkwan's pleading eyes. Junhui's shoulders slowly dropped from when they'd ended up around his ears, but still nibbled at his bottom lip as he thought it over.

“Joshua would be here?”

“Of course! And you can disappear at any time if it gets too much,” Seungkwan's voice cracked, suddenly just as nervous. “Everyone is super lovely, I promise.”

“Alright,” Wonwoo surprised the other three with how easily he agreed, Junhui opening and closing his mouth as if to argue, but relented with a sigh. “If Joshua is here, we'll try. But who are the others?”

Seungkwan jumped at the chance to talk about their funny little family. He described each of them with maybe a little too much detail, but the ghosts relaxed further with each person, Junhui eventually giggling along with the silly memories Seungkwan added in.

A family made up of witches, vampires, a shapeshifter, a werewolf, a siren and a ghost, plus a couple of regular humans they'd picked up along the way, was admittedly a little strange. Everything about Soonyoung's life was a little unorthodox if he really thought about it, but that was how he liked it. There was comfort in the chaos.

He left Seungkwan to his storytelling, slipping out of the room with a little wave to go upstairs. He hadn't realised how late it had gotten. He'd already been tired, but exhaustion was starting to really settle in from the up-and-down day.

“Hey.”

Soonyoung jumped at the sudden voice, spinning around with his pyjamas halfway up his thighs.

“Oh, sorry,” Wonwoo didn't look sorry at all, more like he was holding back a laugh than anything else. “Is this a bad time?”

“Nope,” Soonyoung pulled his pants the rest of the way up, not having the energy to be embarrassed. “What's up?”

“I wanted to thank you, actually,” Wonwoo rocked on his heels, looking unexpectedly shy. “It means a lot to us too, you know. Wanting us to meet your family. I told you we haven't had great experiences with people since we died, so it's a bit scary, to be honest. But we'll do our best. I promise.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

It didn't feel like enough, but Soonyoung wasn't sure what else to say. His chest ached. He was too tired to think about what that meant, but he felt it.

“Anyway,” Wonwoo continued when it was clear Soonyoung wasn't going to say anything else. “Seungkwan said he'll let us know when you guys work out a date, so, yeah. I'll let you sleep.”

Soonyoung mumbled something resembling goodnight and dropped into bed after Wonwoo left, still a little shell-shocked. This was going to be interesting.

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Finding time for 13 people to be free was nearly impossible, but they managed to settle on the date a few Saturday's later. Jeonghan was more than happy to close the store early when he finally had the chance to meet their “hot ghost housemates”.

With Junhui's help and Seungkwan's fretting, they ended up with more plates of food than was probably necessary considering nearly half of them couldn't eat it. Well, Seungcheol and Jihoon could in theory, but listening to them complain about their digestive issues was absolutely not worth it. Hansol and Chan usually took their leftovers home anyway, so there wouldn't be too much waste. Plus it was cute seeing them work so hard, comfortable after spending more time together.

Of course Jeonghan and Seungcheol turned up half an hour early, the latter looking groggy from waking up before it got dark out. Jeonghan, however, was far more chipper than usual.

“Hello, my beloved Soonyoungie,” he squeezed Soonyoung in a tight hug as soon as he opened the door. “Sorry we're late.”

He didn't have time to say anything before Jeonghan pushed past, leaving Seungcheol to shake his head in the doorway with their drinks in his arms. He didn't make it far, anyway, his irises beginning to shift from brown to blueish-green as he stopped just short of the living room. Wonwoo and Junhui stood equally as frozen.

“Hi,” Jeonghan said when Soonyoung elbowed his side to make him stop openly gawking. “I don't believe we've met. I'm Jeonghan. You can call me Hannie.”

“Oh, um,” Junhui twisted his fingers nervously over his chest. “Junhui, or just Jun if you want. And this is Wonwoo.”

“Lovely to meet you both. We'll get to know each other better soon, I'm sure.”

Jeonghan's smile was saccharine sweet, blinking away the glow before spinning around to grab the bottles from Seungcheol to take to the kitchen. Seungkwan's delighted squeal was loud enough to reach the living room, so they must have run into each other.

“Sorry about him. Unfortunately, he's mine,” Seungcheol sighed, holding up his hand to show the gold band around his finger. “And I’m Seungcheol. It really is nice to meet you, though.”

The ghosts nodded awkwardly, floating closer to Soonyoung when he left to find Jeonghan. Soonyoung rubbed at his temples.

“Sorry. I should've warned you he would be like… that. He'll settle down soon.”

“It's alright,” Wonwoo's lips tugged up at the corners. “I think it'll be easier for us when Joshua gets here, though.”

Perfectly timed, a knock came at the front door, the ghosts trailing behind him to the hallway this time. Seokmin rushed into his arms just as Jeonghan had, but it was much more genuine.

“Hi!” he beamed up at them, Minghao following to introduce himself far more quietly. "Gosh, it's so nice to properly meet you this time. Oh!"

Seokmin pulled the pendant out from under his shirt, Junhui and Wonwoo visibly relaxing when Joshua appeared with a grin. Joshua grabbed their hands to tug them into the living room, the other three following with fond smiles at their excited chatter. Soonyoung had never been so grateful for Joshua's presence.

Mingyu and Jihoon arrived shortly after, Mingyu bounding to the kitchen after a short hello at the smell of food, with Hansol and Chan turning up a few minutes later. It was noisy, the room buzzing with energy, but having everyone together would always be that way. It felt good, Soonyoung thought, their home feeling truly alive.

“How are they?” Seungkwan asked when Soonyoung draped himself over his back as he finally finished up with the snacks. “It's not too much, right?”

“Really good, actually. I'm so glad Seokminnie worked out the whole necklace thing. Joshy is a lifesaver.”

Seungkwan hummed and twisted in his arms, pressing a short kiss to his lips before wriggling away to take out the last of the food. Soonyoung chuckled at whoop from Mingyu in the other room, leaning against the bench and closing his eyes. He was fine, happy even, just needing a moment to breathe.

“Hey.”

His eyes flew open, finding Wonwoo had appeared a few feet away. He really needed to stop doing that.

“Hey. You alright?”

“Yeah, I'm good. But Joshua ended up with Hannie and Junnie is getting along really well with Minghao, so I thought I'd check up on you. You disappeared a while ago.”

“Oh,” Soonyoung blinked up at him, a little surprised he'd noticed. “Thank you.”

Wonwoo smiled softly and pulled him into the other room by the hand. It was cold but solid. Soonyoung felt incredibly warm.

Part 2 ->

#chewyfics #seungkwan x soonyoung #junhui x wonwoo #junhui x soonyoung x wonwoo x seungkwan #seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic

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jaehyunsprincesspeach · 7 months ago

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Bullet to the Heart

Chapter 9

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warnings: fluffy fluff

She's leaving behind her past, escaping the trap of perfection that she's been stuck in. Moving from Busan to Seoul, the possibilities are endless... though the universe has different plans for her... plans that she never in her wildest dreams would have imagined...

chapter 8 ~~~ chapter 10

“I'm glad I stayed… because it led me to you…”

Her eyes widen at his words… Because it led me to you… the words sound so simple, but she can tell by the look in his eyes, they hold a much deeper meaning that she's aware of… Could it really be that… he has feelings for her?

“W-What?’

“I mean it… I'm glad I stayed… If I didn't, who knows if I would have had the opportunity to meet you…”

His words hang heavy in the air… He really doesn't expect much of a response from her, considering they really don't know much about each other, but that still does little to calm the nerves he feels at his confession… To him, she's the most beautiful person he's ever seen. The way her eyes sparkle, the way her hair falls perfectly over her shoulders, the way her eyebrows furrow when she's confused or frustrated, even the way her eyes grow wide when she's surprised… a look he's growing used to considering how he seems to continuously throw new details and information at her… all of it has captured his heart… All of it has made him want to know her more, made him slowly become more and more selfish, wanting to keep her all to himself, but he's not sorry… not in the slightest… he waits patiently for her answer, seeing the all too familiar look of her brain processing his words. Finally, she gathers herself enough to at least say something

”B-but… why? Why me?”

“Because… I know I don't know you all that well yet, but I also know that there are so many things that I like about you already… You're kind, you’re smart, independent and stubborn… Your eyes light up when you talk about something you enjoy, you twiddle with your bracelet when you’re nervous, and you bite your lip when you’re thinking a little too hard… There's so many things about you that have completely captivated me… and I know that’s not all there is to you, but I want to learn… I want to learn everything about you… I want to learn all of your likes, your dislikes, everything that makes you happy, even the things that make you cry… I want to know about your past, and the dreams you have, where you want to be in the future… everything…”

As he pours his heart out to her, she sits there, wide-eyed and shocked… It’s only been days since they’ve met in person… days since she’s known him… yet this pull… this undeniable pull she feels towards him drives her insane… She already let him in… already let him help her… already moved in with him… sort of… she thought all of this was temporary… but now, now she’s not so sure… now she’s thinking… maybe there could be more to this… Her mind is moving a thousand miles a minute as she listens to this man she barely knows pour his heart out to her. She knows she needs to take things slow, but damn, her heart is beating faster than ever as she listens to him.

“I know we hardly know each other… I know I keep dropping these bombs on you, like being a mafia boss, I know all of this is absolutely insane… believe me, I feel crazy sitting here pouring my heart out to someone I've just met… But I can't help it… I can't help the way I feel about you… I know it's crazy, and I don't want you to feel pressured into anything, so please, don't think I'm saying any of this just to take advantage of your kindness, I just… I need to tell you…”

He watches every little reaction she has… He knows he's probably completely overwhelmed her with saying all of this, he knows he sounds absolutely insane, he knows all of this… But he doesn't care… Johnny has always been one who isn’t afraid to take a risk, and to him, this may have been the biggest risk he's ever taken… but regardless of what she says, to him it's worth it.

Y/n sits there in awe… nobody has ever confessed so deeply to her… She's overwhelmed, but in a good way… she thinks… her brain is in overdrive right now, analyzing every word he says to her… she knows she's keeping him waiting, she can see it written all over his face as he stares at her, waiting for something… anything… Another moment passes as she thinks to herself, till finally, she lets out a breath, having made a decision that she knows will change her life completely.

“W-we have to take things slow… I don't want to rush into anything…”

A small smile emerges on Johnny's lips as he looks at her

“Okay, slow… well take things slow… I promise, I won't pressure you into anything… well go at your own pace…”

She nods softly, thinking to herself again as her eyes drift to the side, but she's already committed… she's already spoken her words, there's no going back now… all she can hope is that he will respect her wishes… She hears him take a deep breath before speaking again

“Tell you what… Why don't we go on a date tonight? I'll take you somewhere nice, we can talk, we can get to know each other more, all of that… I know you're technically living with me right now, but I promise I'll be respectful, and I won't do anything to make you uncomfortable… Do… Do you want to go on a date with me?”

For some reason his words make her heart flutter… The idea of going on a date with him is… appealing, to say the least… She would be lying if she said anything different. So instead, she gives him a soft smile…

“A date… sounds nice…”

A wide, almost boyish grin, spreads across his lips, his eyes sparkling with happiness

“Great… a date… okay, well then let me get finished up here, I have a few more things to take care of… and I believe I also told you I would take you shopping today, and then we can go back home and get ready… Is… is that okay?”

She gives him a simple nod, agreeing to his plan, as she watches him stand from the couch, moving back to his desk and clearly getting back to work so that he can take her out…

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Their evening is spent in luxury… when they went shopping, he refused to buy anything that was not name brand, only taking her to the nicest stores, and buying basically anything that she looked at… She felt… guilty… she knows he can afford these things, but why is he spending this much money on her? Yeah, he just confessed his totally irrational feelings for her, considering they've only known each other for a few days, but she almost feels like it's too much… even though to him, it's not even a scratch in his bank account… As she sits in the guest room of his mansion, getting ready for their date, all he told her was to wear one of the fancy dresses he had bought for her… he didn't tell her where they were going, but she can only guess it'll be somewhere lavish… as she starts to get ready for the night, she feels a fluttering in her stomach… has he already gotten into my mind so much? She thinks to herself continuously as she does her hair and makeup, slipping into the sleek black satin dress. The material frames her figure perfectly, and even she can't deny that she looks good… as the time of the date arrives, she looks at herself in the mirror, making sure she likes how she looks… and then she sees it again… her fake wedding ring… thats right… were married… sort of… she looks at the ring on her hand, and another fluttering sensation fills her… as much as she tries to deny it, she cant help but think that being married to him might not be such a bad thing… but its too soon… too soon for her to think about that becoming a true reality… she pushes the thoughts aside and slips on her high heels, grabbing the small clutch purse and walking out of her room… When she gets to the main entrance of the mansion, she sees him standing there in an all black suit. Her eyes widened at the sight, just like they did this morning… Damn he looks good… she walks down the staircase, her heels clicking against the marble floor, grabbing his attention. When he turns to look at her, his heart stutters in his chest and his breath catches in his throat… Damn she looks good… he's completely speechless at the sight of her, and it's almost as if time stops around the two of them. Finally, Johnny speaks up

“Y-you look incredible…”

A small blush dusts her cheeks as she bashfully looks away

“Y-you look good too…”

He smiles as he takes her hand, bringing it to his lips and gently placing a kiss to her knuckles. The action makes her blush even more, and makes his own smile widen, before he starts leading her to the car. Their night together is easily the best date y/n has ever been on. She laughs and smiles, and enjoys her time with Johnny, almost as if they've known each other their entire lives… As if they are a normal couple… He takes her to a fancy dinner, sipping some wine and enjoying their time together, enjoying the extravagant food that is served. After, they stroll through the park, hand in hand, chatting about nothing and everything. As they walk, she rests her head on his shoulder, he drapes his jacket over her shoulders, everything is just… perfect… everything just feels right… that night, she lays in her bed in the guest bedroom of his house… He even dropped her off at the guest bedroom door as if he was dropping her off at her own apartment… He didn't try to overstep, he didn't try to go into the room with her, he simply dropped her off, leaving her with a soft kiss on her cheek, before making his way to his own room for the night. She looks up at the ceiling of the guest bedroom, unable to get rid of the cheeky smile that's been plastered on her lips the entire night… and Johnny isn't any better… He lays in his own room, his back against the pillows as he leans against the headboard of his bed, his hand behind his head, and a goofy smile on his lips as he thinks about y/n, and the amazing night they just shared… To him, there was nothing more perfect than spending time with her… even if their conversations were pointless or lacking in context, he can't remember the last time he was as happy as he is right now, knowing that this woman has captured his heart completely, and he doesn't even bother denying it… he doesn't want to deny it… he's never felt so… free…

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yyiranz · 4 months ago

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I guess space and time

Takes violent things,

Angry things,

And makes them kind.

(Inspired by the song Sun - Sleeping At Last and Yiran's new pinned. Trigger warning for mention of CA.)

Wrinkled hands held the book out to him. A special booksigning had been put together for the release of his latest novel, Final Eclipse, with fans being chosen after registering the copy they received on his website.

Yiran's eyes looked up to see the aged face holding the book. It was surprising to see an old teacher of his from elementary school.

"Oh-" His voice escaped his lips, and a regretful smile crossed the face of the woman.

"You recognize me, You Yiran?" A small chuckle left her chest as he took the book to sign it.

"Of course! It hasn't been that long." The author grinned some, his smile clearly charming some of the fans standing behind the older woman.

"I wanted to say something to you," she started, her time running up as a security guard moved to push her along. Yiran held up his hand, stopping them as he gave her a serious expression.

"I'm sorry for all the times you were hurt, and I was too afraid to speak up against your parents." He could see the misty tears in her eyes, her voice clearly weak from poor health. The words were spoken quietly, so only the two of them heard them. She placed her hands on his, holding them lightly. "I'm so proud of you."

Yiran's expression was one of shock, not expecting her to bring up something that everyone ignored back then. His brows furrowed together, then his face smoothed. His eyes formed crescents as he grinned widely, placing his hand on hers.

"Don't worry. I never blamed anyone." He handed the book back to her.

The older woman wiped her eyes as she moved on. When she opened the book, the note written on the page included his manager's information.

'If you ever need anything, reach out.'

Yiran had always been intuitive, even in her class. Perhaps so much pain had made him empathetic to others. When she looked at him, she saw the boy with the cast on his arm. The bruise on his face. The cut on his lip. Now, the truth was that so much violence had created someone so gentle.

Yet it filled her with more guilt that she had known and done nothing. She had always explained it away as what could she have done against the You family? Surely, the little boy had never thought that way.

Surely, he had only wondered why everyone was too afraid to help.

Yes. He had become a man who deserved the love he received. A boy unloved, to a man beloved.

#( `solo. )#( `you yiran. )

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fandomsaligninstories · 1 year ago

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Year Two: The Chamber Entrance

Chapter List

WC: 1,112

29th May, 1993

Violet didn't know what she was doing.

It was nearing eleven at night, and despite feeling exhausted from a long day of studying, she couldn't sleep. She decided to go for a walk, maybe read a bit in the common room, but she found it just as impossible to get comfortable on the couch as her bed. So she did the one thing all students were expressly forbidden from doing- she decided to wander the castle.

It was deathly silent as she walked around, and just as dark, as all the lights had been extinguished. She wasn't sure where she'd wandered to, until she heard a rush of footsteps coming near her.

She pressed herself against the wall, hidden in the shadows, until the footsteps receded. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, suddenly worried about being caught, but she moved down the hall as she heard hushed voices.

She tucked herself against the wall, leaning slightly around the corner to see the group of professors. Movement in the corner of her eye had her jumping back, until she realised it was only Harry and Ron. They shared a wide-eyed look before all leaning around the corner to listen.

"...The Heir of Slytherin has left another message." Professor McGonagall was saying to the group, "Our worst fear has been realised, a student has been taken by the monster into the chamber itself! The students must be sent home; I'm afraid this is the end of Hogwarts."

Violet looked over to the two boys, who had equally panicked expressions.

"So sorry. Dozed off." Professor Lockhart said, joining the group, "What have I missed?"

"A girl has been snatched by the monster, Lockhart." Snape replied, his tone ever annoyed, "Your moment has come at last."

"My m-moment?" Lockhart stuttered.

"Weren't you saying just last night that you've known all along where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is?"

Violet had to stifle her gasp, equal parts shocked and annoyed that the professor knew such information but hadn't done anything to help.

It was silent for a long moment, until McGonagall spoke up, "That's settled. We'll leave you to deal with the monster, Gilderoy. Your skills, after all, are legend."

"Very well! I'll just be in my office getting, uh... Getting ready." Lockhart took off quickly, presumably towards his office.

"Who is it that the monster's taken, Minerva?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"Ginny Weasley."

All of the professors left then, revealing more blood writing on the wall.

"Her skeleton will lie in the Chamber forever"

Violet looked over to Ron, his face a mixture of terror and shock.

"Let's go." Harry urged, starting down the hallway.

"Wait, where are you going?" Violet questioned, following after them.

"To find Professor Lockhart. We have to go down into the Chamber of Secrets and save Ginny." Harry responded, glancing behind him at the shellshocked Ron.

"Wait, you can't just go down there!" She tried to plead, "It's dangerous!"

"This whole school is dangerous, Violet!" He responded, finally stopping in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, "Now, are you coming or not?"

Violet didn't know how to respond, so she simply stood there as Harry and Ron barged into the classroom. She argued with herself for several minutes on why she couldn't go with them, why she shouldn't go with them, and why she should go with them. She was no Hermione Granger, but she was still well practiced with her wand. By the time she'd made up her mind, the boys were walking out of the classroom, their wands pointed at Professor Lockhart.

"Harry!" She gasped, "What on earth are you doing?!"

"He's a liar and a traitor," He said hotly. Violet wanted to ask for more, but the trio was already walking away. She sighed and followed after them.

They were quiet until they entered the girls' bathroom on the second floor, stopping as they came face to face with Moaning Myrtle.

"Oh, who's there?" She sighed, then smiled and giggled upon seeing Harry, "Oh! Hello, Harry. Oh, what do you want?"

Harry spoke slowly, "To ask you how you died."

"Oh, it was dreadful." She was floating above the toilet cubicles, and she pointed at the one below her, "It happened right here in this very cubicle. I'd hidden because Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses. I was crying... and then, somebody came in."

"Who was it, Myrtle?" Harry asked.

"I don't know! I was distraught!" She huffed and sighed as she floated towards the group, stopping just in front of Harry, "But they said something funny, a kind of made-up language. And I realised it was a boy speaking so I unlocked the door to tell him to go away. And... I died."

"Just like that? How?"

"I just remember seeing a pair of great, big, yellow eyes over there by that sink." She nodded and pointed to the sink, then she left, moaning and whimpering.

Ron kept his taped up wand pointed at Lockhart as Harry moved to examine the sink, "This is it. I think this is the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets."

Lockhart looked at Harry with a wild look in his eyes, but stayed silent. Ron urged Harry to say something in Parseltongue. Harry closed his eyes before murmuring something in the Parseltonue.

The group all stepped back as the sinks began to shift, sliding away from each other as the one Harry had determined to be the 'door' slid into the ground. They revealed a large, gaping hole in the ground; the darkness so black they couldn't see the bottom.

Lockhart sighed in exasperation, "Excellent, Harry. Ah, good work. Well then, I'll just be, uh... There's no need for me to stay!"

Harry, Ron, and Violet all blocked the professor as he tried to run out the door.

"Oh, yes, there is!" Harry huffed as the three students shoved the professor backwards, nearly sending him into the pit, "You first."

"Now, really, what good would it do?"

"Better you than us." Ron responded.

"Um, but... Obviously, yes." Lockhart seemed to accept his fate, though begrudgingly, as he turned and examined the hole, "Sure you don't want to test it first?"

Ron poked Lockhart in the back, effectively pushing him into the hole. Violet felt a sense of satisfaction as Lockhart yelled the whole way down. It took several seconds for the telltale thud to signify he had hit the bottom.

"It's really quite filthy down here." Lockhart said, letting the trio know he was alive.

Violet groaned, "I'm really going to regret this."

Then she jumped.

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cursedreverie1945 · 4 months ago

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Gottfried Helnwein

Gottfried Helnwein is an Austrian-Irish visual artist. He has worked as a painter, draftsman, photographer, muralist, sculptor, installation and performance artist, using a wide variety of techniques and media.

His works often reference taboo and controversial issues from recent history, especially the nazi rule and the Holocaust. As a result, his work is often considered provocative and controversial.

Many of his pieces are that of children. Typically, the children are in some sort of duress. 'The trivial alternates with visions of spiritual doom, the divine in the child contrasts with horror-images of child-abuse. But violence remains to be his basic theme – the physical and the emotional suffering, inflicted by one human being unto another.'

In 1988, in remembrance of the Night of the Broken Glass (Kristallnacht), which had happened 50 years earlier, Helnwein erected a large installation in the city center of Cologne, between Museum Ludwig and the Cologne Cathedral: Selektion – Neunter November Nacht ("Selektion – Ninth November Night). The gallery featured a four-meter-high, hundred-meter-long picture lane in which the artist recalls the events of Reichskristallnacht, often taken to be the beginning of the Holocaust, on November 9 1938. He confronts the passersby with larger-than-life children's faces lined up in a seemingly endless row, as if for concentration camp selection. Just days into the exhibit, these portraits were vandalized by unknown persons, symbolically cutting the throats of the depicted children's faces. Helnwein consciously left the panels with the gashes and included them in the presentation, as he believed that they made the work stronger and more relevant.

Mitchell Waxman wrote 2004, in The Jewish Journal, Los Angeles: "The most powerful images that deal with Nazism and Holocaust themes are by Anselm Kiefer and Helnwein, although, Kiefer's work differs considerably from Helnwein's in his concern with the effect of German aggression on the national psyche and the complexities of German cultural heritage. Kiefer is known for evocative and soulful images of barren German landscapes. But Kiefer and Helnwein's work are both informed by the personal experience of growing up in a post-war German speaking country. Burroughs said that the American revolution begins in books and music, and political operatives implement the changes after the fact. To this maybe we can add art. And Helnwein's art might have the capacity to instigate change by piercing the veil of political correctness to recapture the primitive gesture inherent in art.".

In Epiphany I [pictured below], SS officers surround a mother and child group. To judge by their looks and gestures, they appear to be interested in details such as head, face, back and genitals. The arrangement of the figures clearly relates to motive and iconography of the adoration of the three Magi, such as were common especially in the German, Italian and Dutch 15th century artworks.

Julia Pascal wrote about this work in the New Statesman: "This Austrian Catholic Nativity scene has no Magi bearing gifts. Madonna and child are encircled by five respectful Waffen SS officers palpably in awe of the idealised, blonde Virgin. The Christ toddler, who stands on Mary's lap, stares defiantly out of the canvas." Helnwein's baby Jesus is often considered to represent Adolf Hitler.

Often considered to be "shock art", Helnwein's artworks are extremely popular.

Oh yes. Hi Reinhard...mHmm. Yes, yes. I'm pretty sure you don't have air conditioning down there. Sorry about your luck. No, you cannot stay here. It bothers the dogs. I know, the artwork is weird. However, so are you. Damn moose sized nazi.

#wwii era #ww2 history #wwii #ww2 #ww2 germany #wwii germany #3rd reich #heydrich #reichblr #reinhard heydrich #Gottfried Helnwein

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absolutelylosingmymindrn · 1 year ago

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loid forger is eepy. he is sneepy

Hello everyone I'm back ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ and i wrote a fanfic after over a year (if not more)! Please enjoy <(￣︶￣)> comments + rbs appreciated

Full fic under the cut!

Word Count: 1746

Twilight was tired. He was really, really tired.

Despite his mind screaming at his body to act normal, it was as if every fiber of his being had united against him in pursuit of a singular goal: to shut down completely out of sheer exhaustion. This is how Twilight soon found himself collapsed onto the ground, like he was a marionette that had its strings cut.

Or: Twilight almost passes out on the street and is saved by Yor, not without some shenanigans (and a lot of overthinking on Twilight's part) happening along the way.

Twilight was tired. He was really, really tired.

Handler had just sent him on what she called an “easy task”. He should’ve known better than to trust her definition of “easy”, however, as she had practically thrown him into a den of wolves just to gather a scrap of information. It was nothing he hadn’t done before, of course, but that didn't mean it wasn’t incredibly physically demanding. He had had to sprint and fight nonstop all in an effort to not get injured to a point where even his excuse of ‘dealing with rowdy patients’ wouldn’t work on Yor and Anya (he really didn’t want to worry them. Only because it would be bad for the mission, of course. He needed to make sure they were happy...for the mission).

He walked down the street, his feet dragging against the rough pavement and his arms swinging loosely by his sides. He breathed deeply, but even that felt like a herculean effort, the little amount of energy he had left quickly burning away.

I shouldn’t even be this tired , he thought to himself as he shuffled across the road. I’ve survived much worse and come out unscathed. Come on, Twilight, pull yourself together! Despite his mind screaming at his body to act normal, it was as if every fiber of his being had united against him in pursuit of a singular goal: to shut down completely out of sheer exhaustion.

This is how Twilight soon found himself collapsed onto the ground, face crushed against gritty rock and limbs sprawled in all directions. He tried in vain to scrape together any energy he could find still clinging to his body in order to try to stand back up and for god's sake act normal , but it was like he was a marionette that had its strings cut.

I need to get up, he grumbled to himself in his head, speaking being too much of an effort, what with his mouth being pressed right against the ground. I need to get up, otherwise people will notice me on the ground and report me for suspicious behavior and then it’ll be all over for Operation Strix, no, my whole career! Get up! Now! And yet Twilight’s body continued to betray him and he remained slumped on the roadside.

Suddenly, a familiar set of shiny black flats came rushing to his side, and a sweet voice cried out to him, “Loid! Loid, are you okay?!” Twilight just barely managed to shift his head up enough to get a glimpse at the owner of the voice: Yor. She leaned over him, her eyes wide with worry. She was still wearing her office uniform and Twilight deliriously took note of how disheveled her deep black hair was ( she must have run over to me...how nice of her ) and how she still managed to look quite nice despite it. Twilight was vaguely aware of Yor checking his pulse in several different locations, asking him what happened and borderline begging him to stay with her. I’m not dying, Yor. I’ll be fine, I’m just tired, was what he tried to tell her but he only managed to mumble incoherently. As his eyelids almost drew close, he saw out of his thin line of vision Yor panic even more then nod to herself resolutely...

before picking him up bridal-style and absolutely booking it.

Twilight’s eyes snapped open, and he clung to Yor’s work uniform in shock of what had just happened and in fear of getting thrown out of her arms. While he took a note in the back of his mind of how strong Yor had to be to be able to pick him up as if he weighed absolutely nothing (and he took another, much smaller, note about how that was very attractive to him. Only because having her strength at his side would make her a powerful asset to his mission. That was all), he mainly concentrated on trying to get a bearing of his rapidly changing surroundings. First they were in the shopping district he was slugging around in, then at the park, then past the park and then racing through a busy, car-lined street (how Yor managed to dodge all of those cars at the speed she was going Twilight couldn’t understand) Twilight recognized to be the way to the hospital.

“YOR!” Twilight yelled, trying to quickly get Yor’s attention. It worked immediately, and she stopped in her tracks, skidding a bit down the road from the sudden change in speed. She looked down at him as he laid in her arms and her eyes lit up upon seeing him looking back at her.

“Loid, you’re awake!” She grinned, and Twilight could’ve sworn he went blind from how bright her smile was. “Thank goodness! I was about to bring you to the hospital-”

“Yes, I know. But I’m fine, Yor.” Twilight held up a hand to interrupt her and tried to give her the most convincing I-Was-Totally-Not-About-To-Pass-Out-Before-You-Found-Me smile he could give. “Really.”

“Are you sure?” Yor’s face switched from happiness at him, at the very least, being alive to worry once again (and if Twilight’s heart dropped at seeing her lips twist into a frown and her eyebrows knit together and her eyes shining with concern, then that’s just another thing he doesn’t need to think about right now). “You didn’t seem well earlier. Are you really sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?” She adjusted her grip on Twilight, lifting him upwards so she could get a better look at him. Her eyes scanned his face, making sure he wasn’t about to pass out on her.

“I’m sure, I promise.” Twilight gave her a hopefully reassuring grin before looking around the two of them. Every car around the two of them was honking incessantly at them to get them to get out of the road, and Twilight cringed at the noise. This is it. Twilight was internally screaming at himself for letting them get in the way of traffic for so long (no good spy would let themselves be in such a revealing spot for that long of a period of time), and especially for not speaking up sooner. This is what gets us both reported. Especially now that there’s an SSS officer present. Twilight shifts his head inconspicuously in the direction of the officer’s car. That man in that British Ginetta 2 cars to the left of us. I recognize him from the files Handler showed me. He’s been eyeing us this whole time and he’s no doubt going to remember both of our faces, if not track us both down once we leave the vicinity. Twilight’s mind began running a mile a minute, going through every possible outcome of every single scenario he could think of. I have to move us both out of here quickly, but in a way he won’t be able to see us leave. I just need to- his train of thought was cut short by Yor suddenly shrieking as she threw him away from her, hurtling him into the air.

While Twilight was busy ruminating about their situation, Yor was equally deep in her own thoughts. What happened? She questioned him in her mind, tilting her head down to examine him even closer. Is he injured? It’s not like this is the first time he’s come home hurt or tired, he does work with uncooperative patients after all but...he’s never gotten like this. Yor pouted a bit while she thought, her eyes running up and down Loid’s body in search of injury, and she looked closely at his eyes for any sign of them dropping closed again. I never noticed just how blue his eyes were until now...wait. It suddenly dawned on Yor just how close Loid’s face was to hers and just how tightly she was gripping onto his body and him to hers. Her face rapidly turned as red as her eyes and she screamed as she thrusted Loid into the air.

And that is how Twilight escaped being reported by the SSS officer. As he flew through the air, he saw out of the corner of his eye Yor was sprinting after him with her arms outstretched, ready to catch him. What...the hell just happened. He thought to himself as he rapidly crashed down back to the ground and right into Yor’s waiting arms.

“I’m so so so sorry! I, you see, I took disc-throwing lessons when I was a child and- and-” Yor rapid fire sputtered out apologies while she cradled Loid in her arms. He blinked at her in shock, then burst out laughing, cutting her rush of words short.

“It’s okay, Yor. Thank you very much for catching me.” He smiled up at her, genuinely this time, and she smiled softly back. “Now I really think we should go home. It’s almost dinner time, and Anya is waiting for us.” He could imagine her at that moment, pouting while standing in front of the door, ready to guilt Yor and Loid for coming home so incredibly late and letting her half starve to death (they would only be half an hour late at most, and Anya had plenty of snacks to tide her over) with Bond at her side. “Also, I think I feel well enough to walk, so...” he trailed off and watched Yor’s cheeks dust with red in embarrassment.

“O-oh! Yes, sorry.” Yor gently set Loid onto his feet and he quickly thanked her. “And yes, let’s! Anya must be worried about us.” She began to walk in the direction of their home and Loid joined her, the two of them walking in step. They talked about small things, Loid asking Yor about her day and Yor asking Loid about what had happened to him (he told her he’d just had a rough day at work, which was not entirely a lie), then they moved onto other things like what was for dinner and where to take Anya in the weekend. As they walked, Twilight, without thinking about it, smiled while gazing softly at Yor while she talked and Yor, upon noticing, shyly smiling back.

Even though his new family may just be crafted for Operation Strix and the amount of days left where he and Yor could peacefully walk side by side were unknown, nevertheless Twilight found himself thinking that he could happily get used to this.

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