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justonemorechapternicercy · 2 years

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For your Halloween prompts, can you do Piper × Percy with pumpkins??

Well, it's not... How should I say? It's probably not what you asked for 😅 but hope it won't be a disappointment. (Also, I won't be able to answer before Halloween your last ask, and the ones I got from other people, because of the lack of time in my life, but I'll try to do it- uh... This year? Yeah, that sounds doable xD)

"Piper, Piper, pumpkin-eater, she had a partner and couldn't keep them, she put 'em it a pumpkin shell, and there she kept them very well." The children's song rang in Piper's ears. Eyes wide, blood frozen in her veins, she stopped.

"What?" She whispered, staring at the kids playing hopscotch on the street.

"Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater…" The kids continued singing and jumping, laughing and screaming, not caring about the strange woman rooted in one place. Piper shook her head. She must have heard it wrong. It must have been because of the heat; it was an unusually hot October day and she was walking around for quite some time.

She decided to go home, after all, Percy was waiting for her, probably already in his costume, because her boyfriend was a big child. The thought of him brought a smile on her face, and she started walking again, with much lighter steps.

She liked fall. It was colorful; the shades of yellow, orange, red and brown were her favorites. The light wind caressed her face, the sun gently shone, and the strange mishap a minute ago was already forgotten. Walking by some elderly women, she greeted them with a smile, but they were too into their conversation, they didn't even notice her. She shrugged, then froze.

"And that wench had the cheek to go back to her fiance, when she spent the entire night with her lover!" Exclaimed one of the ladies with frothing mouth.

"No!" Said the other shocked, her hand in front of her mouth. "Tell me he threw her out!"

"He didn't know about it. Any of it!" Declared the first one angrily.

Piper swallowed, and averting her gaze, she hurried away. It wasn't her problem.

"I never tried to be a hero / you took us from the stars to zero~" rang her phone, with the familiar notes of LP's Other People. She loved that song, she thought LP was the best, but that moment, she just wanted to throw up. She didn't, of course. She picked up the phone, and smiled.

"Hi, sweetie! I'm almost home," she said.

"Uh-huh, so that means I should start cleaning up the ruins of the party and throw out the girls who were obviously quite taken with me?" Percy joked. It was their little inside joke because Percy hated parties and would never throw one, yet insisted that every time she was away, he had one, but that time it wasn't quite as funny.

"Hah," she exhaled, forcing herself to chuckle.

"Anyways, I talked with Leo, and he said that Jason isn't feeling well, he might not be able to go to the party. Just wanted to let you know, I know you guys have a complicated relationship." Complicated relationship, Piper snorted in her head.

"It's okay. It would have been nice to see him, but… I just hope he is okay," she said instead.

"Yeah, me too. Maybe we could-" Percy offered, but before he could say anything, Piper interrupted, maybe a bit more panicked than she would have liked to admit.

"NO!" She breathed out, and continued a bit calmer. "No, I don't think that's a good idea. If he is sick, then we don't want to get anything from him, and if he just wants to opt out from meeting with us, intruding in his home would be the worst thing to do," she explained.

"Mm… you are right," Percy conceded. Piper could almost see that adorable pout on his face she adored so much.

"You know I'm always right," she laughed, and with a spring in her steps, she rushed home.

"I'm almost there, see you soon!"

"I love you, bye!" Without waiting for an answer, Percy disconnected the line. Piper sucked a breath in, her fingers tightened on her phone, but continued her way home, a frozen smile on her face.

When she opened the door - cute little ghosties singing their silly song automatically -, Percy's cheerful voice welcomed her. "I know you wanted me to wait for you to carve the pumpkins, but we all know you are a cheater, and you never actually carve them. What do you think?" He smiled, holding up two creepily smiling pumpkins faces. But it wasn't them that made her pause, goosebumps popping up all over her skin.

"What - what did you call me?" She asked, voice fragile, alien even to her ears.

"Okay, it's not cheating, exactly, but you have to admit - drilling holes into the pumpkin like a Pinterest mom is not exactly pumpkin carving, is it?"

"No… no, it isn't," she said, but if someone would have asked what she'd agreed to, she wouldn't have been able to answer.

"Anyways, your costume is on the bed! I'm not sure why Drew chose Rory and Jess for us to dress up as, but her house, her rules…" Percy shrugged, and now that Piper looked closer, she could see the resemblance to Milo Ventimiglia's character in the Gilmore Girls, Jess Mariano. Jeans, flanel shirt, hoodie with leather jacket, and a book in his hand, looking like the perfect mixture of badboyness and intelligence.

"Rory, huh?" Piper asked, forcing to smile through the lump in her throat.

"I think your sister doesn't wants to admit, but secretly, she thinks you are smarter, better and more successful than her. I bet, she is dressing up as Paris!" Percy stepped closer, caressing her face. Right. He never saw the whole series and the closing mini series, did he?

"Dean…" she whispered suddenly, horrified.

"Hm?" Percy asked, and Piper thanked the gods that he was already back in the kitchen, and not next to her. If he'd heard her… well. He was quite oblivious to some things, but he wasn't an idiot.

"Nothing. I'm going to dress up then we can go, okay?" Without waiting for an answer, she walked up the stairs. Closing the door behind her, she leaned back against it, and sighed. It wasn't going to end well, was it? The sudden darkening of the sky answered her unasked question.

Quickly, she dressed up in the Chilton uniform to fit the Jess era, complementing with the headband and the stack of books, her look was pretty much perfect. She hated it.

"Ooh, you look good!" Percy said, opening the door, and pressed a long kiss on her cheek. Piper knew perfectly well that he didn't intend it to there, but she couldn't bring to herself to accept his kiss. Some things even a toothpaste couldn't cover. "You should wear high socks more," he winked. Any other time, she would have answered to his flirting with hers, admiring the way the jeans fitted to his legs, but. It wasn't that time.

"We have to leave or we will be late," she nodded towards the clock. She wasn't eager to leave, but there was no way she could fake something at the last minute that would make Percy leave her alone. He was too good boyfriend for that; if she'd fake a migraine, Percy would stay with her, taking care of her every needs. Ice packs, darkness, basin and massage, anything that would help her.

So, there was only one way to go: out, to the party, where her carefully built life would be falling apart like a house of cards.

#percy jackson #piper mclean #piper x percy #pipercy #pjo #pjo ficlet #rhy

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daydreaming-juna · 11 months

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Tag ten people

Tagged by @lordsky4ever & @cherrytomato-shutdown thank you for being the people that I can always count to mention me on tags, but this time was funny since it almost went full circle 😂

1. Relationship status: single

2. Favorite colors: Depending on the mood, my eyes always stray to black or grey, lilac or aquamarine, teal or burgundy.

3. Song that's stuck in my head: Måneskin - TIMEZONE (never expected them to have a collab with the BEASTARS manga)

4. Last song Listened: RAYE, 070 Shake - Escapism

5. Three favorite foods: I'm a picky eater due to medical reasons so… any pasta recipe made by me, pepperoni pizza (the stronger the better) and there's one traditional codfish dish (also made my way) that I don't totally despise - salted shredded cod, matchstick-sliced fried potatoes, onions, parsley, black olives…

6. Last thing googled: if there was a translation to the codfish recipe's name 😂 The one before was funnier because usually since I write action mercenary/007 shenanigans, it's: how to dispose of bodies, martial arts, how to use guns, hacker stuff 😂

7. Dream trip: Japan and Italy are always the two countries that hit my major personality traits.

8. Anything I want right now: Stability - mentally & financially, I know, basic, but it's actually what's kicking my ass.

Tagging: @meedsz @uptothestairs @crz16 @amor-nostro @lannister-the-cat @buklink @stabbymcstabbstab @alexmeli50 @tainted-love21 @sorikkung (no pressure if you don't want to do it ^-^)

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ear-worthy · 3 months

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Songs My Ex Ruined Podcast: Our Memories Defined By Music

When someone says, "let's start a music podcast," that path can take multiple forks in the road. You can end up with a music podcast that's like a thousand others, only you think because you and your high school friend are on it, it's special. Or, your music podcast can be so arcane that only fans of 80s Hairband Grunge, quai-blue grass, jazz fusion, bubble gum rock will listen.

Then you have bright, lively, clever, and outspoken music journalists who devise the most devious and awesomely ear worthy music podcast developed since Song Exploder.

Here's the premise of the Songs My Ex Ruined podcast. It's a podcast about songs people can never listen to again because their terrible exes destroyed them forever. Now, that's inspired because of the anatomy of music, and how we consume it.

Consider that we may see a movie a few times (Star Wars, Harry Potter) and read an excellent book several times. But songs we can listen to thousands of times. Over and over and over. We ascribe songs to specific events in our lives. People remember the song playing when they kissed their first romantic partner, or when a boyfriend or girlfriend broke up with them. Songs can enrage us, engage us, make us feel sorry for ourselves, or just force our bodies to move on a dance floor as if we're out of control.

So that's the emotional F5 tornado that Songs My Ex Ruined taps into every episode.

The podcast, which began in November 2022, just celebrated its 50th episode last week with guest Allison Wolfe, founding member of Bratmobile, a punk rock band from the 90s and early aughts.

What's so good about this podcast? Besides the premise. First, it's the co-hosts.

Courtney E. Smith is the editor of Eater Dallas. She's a journalist of 20 years who was born and raised in Texas, with bylines in Pitchfork, Wired, Esquire, Yahoo!, Salon, Refinery29, and more.

Melissa Locker is a writer (Time Magazine among others, for nine years), editor and producer. She is the co-founder of Nevermind Media, which produces this podcast. The podcast network specializes in music podcasts, and is an all women team.

Locker and Smith are experienced music journalists with an impressive depth of knowledge on artists, songs, trends, and reactions. The co-hosts work well together on the show like peanut butter and jelly, each complementing the other. They're funny, and they're perceptive. In the first episode with Avery Trufelman (great first guest, by the way) Trufelman explains a song by the group Grizzly Bear called "Yet Again" and relates the tempo and crescendo to an orgasm.

The co-hosts point out that orgasm can be a wildly different experience for people based on a lot of factors. The co-hosts then describe one possible orgasm as "quietly beautiful, like an Edith Wharton novel." That's awesome. I believe even Ms. Wharton would laugh if she were alive today.

The November 8, 2023, episode with T.J. Alexander about her excursion into goth culture in college allows listeners to understand more about indoctrination into college life, especially for those from rural areas. She had started dating an older guy who was into goth music and who loved the band Type O Negative, especially the song "Love You to Death." Alexander explains how she outgrew her first boyfriend on campus and his ridiculous claims about the 1922 film Nosterfu and a Type O Negative album he claimed could be played perfectly in sync with the movie. Spoiler alert: He was full of shit.

In case you're wondering, it's not only women on the podcast as guests. On the December 7, 2023, episode with podcaster Ronald Young, Jr., he discusses his relationship with a younger woman who was crazy for rapper Lil' Wayne and would rap his lyrics incessantly everywhere. Other notable guests include musicians Marnie Stern, K. Flay, Sadie Dupuis, and Abigail Barlow; comedians Kyle Gordon, Ivy Le, and Gianmarco Soresi; authors Lane Moore, Nabil Ayers, and TJ Alexander; and podcaster Jane Marie. The show is using the occasion of its 50th episode to launch a newsletter and Patreon, where listeners can vie for a shot to tell their own stories about songs that were ruined for them.

That's the beauty of this podcast. It's like renewable energy. You've never in danger of not having enough material. Everybody has a story to tell linking music to a breakup. Remember the 1981 single from The Greg Kihn Band, The Breakup Song, where Kihn celebrates the quality of breakup songs in rock's earlier times, as the narrator laments both his recent breakup and the fact that they don't write good breakup songs anymore Songs My Ex Ruined scores a big recommendation from me. First, it's terrific for music fans who get a listen to a wide variety of musical genres and artists, from Spice Girls to Justin Bieber, Modest Mouse to Magnapop.

Second, the music is the launch point for deeper discussions of relationships -- sustaining them, ending them, and reinvigorating them.

Third, the co-hosts are a delight to listen to and are adept interviewers, handling episode guests with skill, sensitivity, humor, and curiosity.

Finally, the concept sparks our memories from months, years, or decades ago and how we felt at one point in our lives -- sad, disenchanted, confused, heartbroken, or relieved.

#podcast #podcasting #psychology #music #relationship

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studiojeon · 3 years

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use me | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. i think you can read this by itself though :)

| summary | - Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you.

warnings: language (?), mentions of hook ups and situationships. mentions of emotional trauma.

contents: a compilation of moments that contributed to the growth of their relationship, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read and sus. oc is kinda whipped and scared af. chaeryeong knows who you are and where you live. jk and oc are scared to let each other in. friends to lovers, idol!jungkook x student!oc.

author’s note: i hate this, but i have to get it off my chest. (the narration is off af but if i keep it in my drafts for longer this will never see the light of the day). p.s. thank u so much for the support on the last drabble <3

playlist: rain by trey songz (feat. swae lee).

words: 4.75k

“JK?” as his broad back faces you, you call out his name timidly, not missing the way he swiftly turns around as soon as he hears his name come from your lips. Hair wet and darker than usual, a very big sweat stain at the center of his hoodie. He had just gotten out of practice, you assumed.

“___?” he replied with the initials of your name as well, one of his tired grins plastered on his face, he must have been exhausted. You had caught on to him just as he walked out of the practice room in front of the elevator on your way to your office, right when you needed him, but now you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to pester him. Even so, you didn’t know anyone else you could ask for help, aside from Linh who was currently in her own office doing other tasks you had assigned to her.

“Are you busy right now?” your eyes stare at him shyly, in hopes that he was willing to help you out, because you wanted to be around him, so maybe he could share a bit of his positive energy with you, the past week had been hellish. “Could use some help returning all those heavy stacks of paper in my office”.

“Of course! Why didn’t you give me a call earlier though? It’s pretty late” he walked by your side and you enter the elevator, beginning your adventure around the company.

Jungkook was fun. Always bubbly and reciprocative, constantly trying his best to make you laugh and make the absolute best of your situation, even if he could be a bit stubborn at times. You liked the spontaneity he provided though, the way he would switch from one topic to another and how he would make silly faces at you whenever you locked eyes.

He didn’t know, but in pure ignorance, he had just made your day ten times better.

In the past week, you had received a lot of counterarguments, one by one, on how useless your management tactics were. Granted, you hadn’t expected for your ideas to be welcomed with open arms, but at least you had hoped they would take them into consideration. You had also been assigned a team, in charge of social media management, who worked monotonously and with little to no insertion in the actual target audience… your logic was: how can you advertise products to an audience you don’t even have the mere interest to know? You had designed a strategy, presented it, and no one paid any mind to you.

But for the most part, you felt lonely. Had no one to talk to, nor go to whenever you needed your spirits to be lifted up.

Chaeryeong was busy busy with group projects and work. To the extent where she would get up at seven in the morning and come back at 12 pm. It wasn’t always like that, so you didn’t worry too much, but the fear she would wear herself off like usual still crowded your mind.

You close your office door with a sigh. Tired from everything, but somehow, your heart a little fuller, knowing that maybe you could use Jungkook in the future to give you a lift. Both figuratively and literally because he had offered to drive you home, being the gentleman he was.

“Why do you look like a sad puppy?” he asked you once you were sitting by his side in his very expensive and luxurious mercedes. Tinted windows and jet black shiny paint covered the outside of his car, the smell of air refresher and pinecone filling the inside. Mans was getting hotter by the minute.

“It’s friday night after the longest week of work. How can I not?” you put on your seat belt and lean back against the leather cushions. He pouts in response to you, with a concerned look on his face.

For a second you wonder if he did this with most coworkers… being nice to them and offering them drives after having met them just a few times before. Kinda risky behviour, considering his position and squeaky clean reputation. You figure this would only last a bit before he realized he had more important things to be focusing on.

“Do you ever get chased home?” you ask randomly.

With one hand on the wheel and the other leaned against his door he meditated on his response. “It happened once… And then I moved out, got a new car and everything. Shit was wild” he chuckles and you think that was the first time you had heard him curse, like ever. Jungkook, friendly and everything, wasn’t too big of a talker, but with you he found himself spilling, without giving it much thought. It felt refreshing to hear his voice and listen to his stories and the way he expressed himself. He was more interesting than he seemed, apparently. “Aren’t you hungry, by the way? We can have something to eat before i drop you off”

Traffic was hellish in Seoul everyday at every hour, and choosing to drive through Itaewon on a friday night wasn’t the smartest decision on Jungkook’s behalf, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that. Considering the demands of his job, he probably didn’t know his way around the city that well. You conclude taking a detour wouldn’t hurt. “I’m starving actually.”

He ends up taking you to a restaurant near your neighborhood you had mentioned being good and not crowded at all, the latter catching his attention immediately. It was a modest but nice place owned by a very funny and loud ahjussi. The man had lost count of how many times you had come down from your apartment at 11 pm and asked him to make you vegetarian tteokguk, but they were enough so that he could memorize your five orders by heart and the amount of saewoo mandu you could down by yourself in five minutes. You were making him rich at that point so the least he could do was comply when you gently asked him to shut the place down for you. Jungkook hadn’t asked you, but you knew how things could get awkward and dangerous quickly if too many people found out about him being there. “Ahjussi, you don’t have to” the boy protested as he noticed that the man had shut the blinds for him.

“It’s okay, boy. _____ has been single handedly paying the remnants of my mortgage for over a year now, I don't mind doing this for her.” he joked in his usual nature. already writing down your order and patiently waiting for Jungkook in front of you to voice out what he wanted for a meal. “And well, you and your friends are making our country proud, it’s the least i can do to thank you”

“Ah, thank you.” Jungkook bows to the older man. Your heart softened in your chest, seeing how considerate he was towards other people. He must be great with parents, you think. “Do you really not get that many people around here?” he asked worriedly once he sat back down on the wooden chair.

“We do! But she’s the one who comes the most often” he nods toward you and Jungkook smiles once he found your gaze, a glint of playfulness in his eyes.

“Can you recommend me anything, miss?”

“Of course, sir. Yeol-ah, double up my order. Drinks are on me today.” You yell at the man’s son in the kitchen, who was still a bit older than you, but also close to enough to let you order him around shamelessly. You knew him quite well, actually. He was Chaeryeong’s boyfriend after all.

The tall boy pokes his head out of the kitchen door with a very confused expression plastered on his face. “Aren’t we supposed to close in like, an hour?” Chanyeol asks his dad in front of you.

“Just go cook, I'll explain later”.

The two men go back into the kitchen and Jungkook looks at you with an amused expression on his face. “What was that?” he laughs.

“I’m very popular, you know?” it probably wasn’t a good idea to go there, but you felt a little drunk on his voice that night, and you also knew your friend didn’t mind. “In fact, Chaereyong from ITZY is my best friend, who would have guessed?”

“Yeah and my son is her boyfriend, who cares?” Byung-ho yells back at you from the cashier, pulling a hiss from your lips.

Jungkook still continued to stare at the both of you with confusion and intrigue, you guess he thought you were both joking.

“Wait, really?” he utters after a few seconds with big doe eyes and a pout on his lips, a combination that appeared when he was either confused or lying, which wasn’t the case then.

“Yes, my guy.” you laugh. “That juicy legged shortie is indeed my wife”

Jungkook loved the food, to say the least. It was all vegetarian and korean as fuck, a combination he never throught was possible, but downed like thristy camel. He was a loud eater, which was fitting of him and his politeness, something else you had noticed that night. You were the opposite, and actually despised the sounds of other people eating, yet, looking at him enjoying his meal so much made you feel full yourself. He made you feel like a kid in some ways too, brought back the times when being around others wasn’t so hard, and you still could have a sense of security around you. Talking to him was rather easy, maybe because of his welcoming nature, or because in fact he actually was interested in whatever stupid shit you were saying, something most people around you didn’t do. He also, amongst other things, seemed very interested in your job and the likes, always asking questions and absorbing information like a five year old. You had explained to him the five key steps of process design and the psychological effects on marketing in society to which he always responded with wide gentle eyes and attentive nods, not once looking bored or… annoyed in any way.

Was he like that, with every girl? Because you weren’t anything special, there were many other girls who worked with him everyday and even if you hadn’t seen him in his work space, you could guess by the way most women in your company look at him whenever he passes by that either they were just as captivated as you by his beauty or that he had fucked them. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was just trying to get into your pants either, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened to you nonetheless.

“I can walk from here, JK” you mention once you found yourselves walking towards the parking lot. A bit sad about the expense you had just made on food, it was your fault for trying to seem cool and rich, neither of which you were.

“Oh no, I’m not letting you do that, girlie” he unlocks the door and gets in, not even letting you finish or allowing you to fight back.

“My apartment is literally a block away” you protest in the car anyways. You fear you had been too much of a bother, and deep down, didn’t want him to feel like you were seeking his presence unnecessarily.

“Well, good for you. But, you paid for the food, which was a lot, and i don’t want my sugar mommy walking by herself at 12 pm on a friday night” you first freeze, and then burst a very loud giggle.

“Whatever” you slap his bicep and roll your eyes. “ Next time you can pay if it bothers you so much.”

“So there will be a next time?” wide eyes stare back at you. “Count me in. I´ll pick where we will be going, just lemme know when so i can plan ahead” he rambles, a little too excited about your suggestion.

He drops you off with a smile on his face and hopefulness in his eyes, promising to see you around the company. You, on the other hand, feel a tad confused as you enter your apartment building. What was going on?

You had overthought things so much your entire life that it suddenly became too tiring to do. During the past few years you had to learn how to detach yourself and just ride the wave sometimes. Once you had turned eighteen, everything started moving at a very fast pace, the pressure of adulthood fell upon you like a brick and everything was so overwhelming that you started to simply let the course of your existence take you wherever it needed to.

That’s how you ended up going out with Jungkook at least once a week for dinner or a drive around the city for more than two months. Without even noticing, he became so engraved in your everyday life that whenever he’d cancel plans because of work, you’d find yourself with a void in your heart and a rush of boredom filling your senses. Even if you found yourself in your living room with the company of your best friend whom you had seen at most four times in the past two months, you were still wishing you could share that intimate space with him instead, willing to let him a bit more into your life, in hopes that maybe he would do the same. Sue you, you were curious over the most intricate details about his personality, how his personal sanctuary looked and if the smell of his room is just as good as his car’s. You could bet a thousand dollars (maybe a little less, considering the unconventionalism that characterizes him) that he also had a few plants that only remembered to water three out of seven days of the week.

Hopefully life would draw you closer to more people like him.

"How's your boyfriend doing?" Chaeryeong asks you from the kitchen counter, sweet popcorn cooking in you popcorn-maker.

You sigh. "What boyfriend?"

She was a lot of things but oblivious, and you weren't either, just when you chose to be. "Cut the bullshit, you know who i'm talking about". The fake red head waits for your response as she pours the snack into a big bowl, and you on the other hand take this as an advange to search around the room for answers.

"He's just a friend" you say. "And he's fine, i guess… He doesn't really talk much about himself" you mention, matter of factly.

Chaeryeong nods beside you, understanding what you meant. Then, proceeds to tell a tale about her experience meeting the dark haired boy. "He's literally so quiet, but like, so incredibly kind. Once he tripped over and fucked up some of the decoration at an award show" she grabs a popcorn and continues her story. "He looked so panicked I thought his eyes were about to jump out their sockets — His eyes are huge, by the way."

"I know" you smile.

"My point is, he started to help the staff put everything back in order again. I think he's the only idol I've ever seen do something like that… i decided i liked him then" her beautiful features light up with mischief. "I bet he fucks great too."

You slap her leg. Hard.

"I'm only telling you this now so you don't get caught of guard when he actually manages to fuck you," her soft hands run through your messy hair, motherly touches easing the fluster in your body. "You know he's a big whore, right?" She adds after a while.

You didn't. According to Chaeryeong, who seemed to keep tabs on every single colleague of hers, Jungkook had quite the body count, not that you didn't have your suspicions before. Frankly, she only knew of two girls inside her company who had had some sort of situationship with him, but for the same reason, she also knew he had some history with other girls from different groups. "Yikes" you laugh nervously, in admiration of their ability to remain calm and collected without giving anything away to the public.

Thanks to your friend, you had heard lots of tea about other singers in the korean industry before, most of which were not as sweet or kind as they portrayed themselves to be, some even using their social status to get their way with girls. But for some reason, Jungkook had never made his way to your gossipping sessions, nor any other of his band mates (except for Jimin, who, if you remember correctly, used to have some sort of beef with one of Chaeryeong's company members). You guess it was because of his unproblematic nature that people chose to give him a pass for his sexual endeavors, not that they were of anyone's concern either.

A knock is heard against your office door. "Miss _____?" A girl with a brown bob cut pokes her head through it, the dim lights of your office shining upon her incredibly healthy locks. "Jungkook asked me to deliver this to you" sliding completely into the room, she places a box with a note on it on your desk.

"Thank you so much" you wave her off as she walks right out.

The package had a strawberry flavored canned tea and a bento box inside.

"I remember you telling me you'd never tried tofu pancakes before, so I made some for you last night. Hope you enjoy! - JK

P.S. Text me when you're done, maybe we can hang out tonight."

You felt like crying, in all honesty. The pancakes were heavenly, and he even added some slices of avocado and a few scoops of rice for you, despite not being the biggest fan of the fruit himself. With a warm heart and relief washing over your body because you wouldn't have to waste money on lunch that day, you had had half of your meal before said boy gave you a call.

"Did you like them?" He said almost immediately. "My assistant told me she already delivered them to you" he adds in a rush.

"Jesus boy, calm down." You giggle at his excitement. "Let me eat in peace".

"No, tell me right now." he demands with a fake angry voice. Cutie.

"They're alright".

"Figured… you have no sense of taste anyways" the hangs up. A giggle escapes your lips. Boy was something else.

Later that day, the weekend started it's course. Jungkook had offered to drive you to the Han River, careful to mention the fact he prepared a bunch of snacks for you two just about five times during your call. The place was almost empty, given that the rest of the city was doing something else more fun than staring at the night sky while sitting on itchy grass. Yet, you wouldn't change the setting for anything else. Usually, when you and Jungkook were out, he'd be in silent wary of your surroundings and the people who could be watching you. It broke your heart, knowing that most of the time he couldn't frequent places most regular people had the pleasure of enjoying, like the movies, for example, or a food stand in the middle of the street. Still, in that moment, the handsome man in front of you seemed as relaxed as ever, munching on grapes and strawberries as he sat in silence beside you.

"This blanket is so soft, isn't it?" he commented all of a sudden, caressing the fabric with his hand. The thing was made out of polar fleece, no shit. You just nodded and grabbed a piece of fruit from his container. "One of my friends gifted it to me on my birthday" he adds.

"I know. It was me".

"Well, maybe you do have a sense of taste after all" he complies as he lays down on the surface, eyes facing the night sky above you.

"Says the one who uses toe socks" you say back, poking his weak spot.

Instead of going back and forth with you as he usually would, he just winks and closes his eyes. He looked so peaceful and serene beneath you, features carefully carved on his face and slightly blushed cheeks from the cold wind. Jungkook was like that, randomly over confident and flirty with you, but just as quickly would refrain from even disagreeing with you in the first place, scared that you would snap at him. He hadn't told you this, but the way you saw thoughts hidden in his eyes whenever you made a statement let you know his true intentions, leaving you to wonder where that came from.

"Are you tired?" You ask after a few minutes. Still with his eyes closed, Jungkook denies.

"I just don't want to look at you right now," he turns to the side, back facing you as an offended expression finds its way to your face.

"Yah" you slap his back playfully, not letting him finish.

"Because you look too pretty." he mumbles the remnants of his statement.

Your breath catches in your throat as a shiver climbs its way down your spine. Why was he like that? He had no right tugging on your heart strings like that (if he was being serious in the first place because you never knew with him). You sigh, the blush his words provoked stinging your cheeks.

"You're supposed to say I'm pretty too" he turns around with a playful smile, expectant.

"You just go around giving compliments so you can get them back?" you hiss. "Why so insecure?"

"I'm not insecure, at all." He sits up again, ready to fight you and anyone who dares question the grandiosity of the confidence he had worked so hard for. "You can ask Linh about that".

To say you looked horrified was an understatement, hopeful that what you thought he meant was not it. "You fucked Linh?"

"Well, that's not for you to know".

What a gentleman, you think. And at the same time, ouch. He had just slammed a door on your face.

"That would explain the way she looks at you whenever you come by the office" you realize. Frankly, the girl looked a bit too panicked whenever Jungkook decided to barge into your space, usually bored out of his mind during his english lessons, laptop and notebook in hand, or struggling to get the questions right.

"Well good afternoon to you too" you ironically greeted once he sat in front of you, frustration written on his face. Linh, who stood by your side, suddenly fidgeting with the papers in her hand.

"Not the time, _____" he slammed both hands on your desk, startling you and your friend beside you. "Why the fuck did you make me enroll into this in the first place?"

"I did not make you do anything, dude. I just gave you an idea" you excused yourself, eyes back on your computer. You didn't miss the way Jungkook's eyes briefly followed Linh out the room, though.

His eyes looked back at you, leg bouncing impatiently on the floor as he leaned back with a pissed off expression on his face. You'd never seen him this way, so you took that as a cue to enter under paid therapist mode. "What's wrong?" You questioned gently.

"I feel incredibly incompetent right now." His hands roamed across his face with frustration. A sigh escaped his lips as he held tears back. "School's always been this way for me, always trying my best and constantly underachieving" he explained.

He was obsessed with winning, you’d even go as far to say more than he was with his job (which was a lot). It didn’t root from narcissistic behaviour though, but rather out of external pressure to constantly overachieve and exceed expectations. He was mostly good at doing that, but everyone had an achilles heel, yours was reading for example, his was studying and school.

"Jungkook, you passed most of your classes with more than 90%, what are you talking about?" a fact he had brought up to you randomly when you mentioned absolutely nearly failing most of your literature classes.

"Yeah, except for English." he shook his head in the way he would when he'd feel conflicted or insecure. "I don't know what i'm doing wrong".

"Did you fail something?" you tried to get some more insight into the situation, still unsure of where all his worries came from.

"No, there's just this sentence I can't properly put together" he turned his notebook towards you. "Ah, just look"

There were some words he had to conjugate and properly place in order to form a grammatically correct sentence, more than five attempts written in neat penmanship on the page evidenced the boy's battle with the assignment. He missed one very important aspect of it, though. "There's a fucking word that's missing, dude" you explain, grabbing the pen from his hand and showing him where the mistake was. "It's not your fault, it's the teacher's".

Jungkook's serious expression didn't go away though. "Well, damn".

You had some sort of emotional trauma with having people ask you for help, it made you think that they didn’t actually care for you as a person but rather just your skills. That was the way you’d grown up and what your position in society seemed to be as well, the one you could butter up and taste when you got bored. Heart had been broken many times too, whenever you’d realize what you thought to be a genuine connection was merely pure interest. Those thoughts clouded your head when Jungkook would randomly enter your office with a frustrated expression on his face, yet, that occurred less often than it didn’t.

Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you most of the time, hence your wish for him to let you in a bit more before you could allow yourself to free fall into whatever was going on between you both.

You reach for the fabric of his hoodie, tugging his sleeve with your fingers just because you really liked the color of it, and maybe because you wanted to feel closer to him. He doesn’t react to your touch, just looks at your hands briefly as they play with the edges of his clothing. “Where did you get this from?”

“An online store, I think.” he replies softly, reaching for your hand on his arm, caressing the surface of your nails. “It’s a unisex brand, i can send you their link afterwards.”

“Is it too expensive?” you inquire, not only to keep the moment afloat, but because you genuinely liked most of his pieces of clothing, especially his hoodies and shoes. Jungkook laughs at your question and looks at you with a smile.

“I don’t think i would know, ____. I’m rich.” he says, playfully. And he was right, what was expensive for you might just be cheap as fuck for him, you wonder if when a lot of money is in your hands you start to become very tuned out from what’s affordable or not anymore.

“True.”

“I can buy you one, though. I don’t mind.” he adds. Soft look in his eyes, a pure and genuine offer that you had to deny.

“I didn’t say i wanted one” you lie, only partially, because although you’d not mentioned it, you did actually want it. “I just think it’s pretty” you finally let go of him.

“Or do you think I look pretty in it?” he pushes, a sucker for compliments.

“Yeah, that might be it.” you admit, because there was no point in denying your irrefutable attraction to the man, as much as you hated to be vulnerable, especially in front of him.

“I think it would look prettier on you”.

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pinkteapotwriting · 3 years

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Their Perfect Y/N

Wolfstar x Fem!reader

Warning : Smut, pretty chill though. Daddy kink. That kinda stuff.

Word count : 2532

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Your first order meeting. You were so young, you just got out of Hogwarts considered an adult in the muggle world. Only 18, and you had a war to fight, friends to defend, lives to protect. It’s funny how determined you were to obliterate every death eater, but your heart was caught in your throat at the prospect of entering headquarters. You tried to ignore it, this was the first step to saving the people you cared about. You watched the houses split apart and sucked in a big breath before knocking.

Walking through the doorway was easy enough, being immediately overwhelmed by a high pitched, brutal shriek.

“MUD BLOOD, BLOOD TRAITORS, BESMIRCHING THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS. DISGUSTING, FILTHY-”

“SHUT UP YOU FUCKING HAG!”

You were frozen in a state of terror, already you were messing up and you haven’t even said anything yet.

“Y/N, right?”

Your wide eyes moved towards the figure with sleek ebony curls. The intense grey eyes were intimidating, but once you looked closer you saw the twinkle of humor in them. You shook his tattooed clad hands and tried not to let your knees buckle under his firm grasp.

“Yes, and I’d ask you yours, but the daily prophet has done a great job of introducing me already.”

His smile was genuine, but you could read into that touch of sadness. But he was quick to shake it off.

“Don’t mind my mother, I promise she’s just as unpleasant as you get to know her.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that-”

“Oh don’t worry about it love. No one told you. It’s amazing that you could come, Remus says you were one of his best students. Really exceptional at defense against the dark arts.”

Heat flushed to your face at the praise and the mention of your favorite professor.

“Professor Lupin is here too?”

Your question was quickly answered when those familiar arms you would stare at entranced in class were draped over Sirius’s shoulders.

“Nice to see you Y/N, but you’re not my student anymore so please, just call me Remus.”

“Feels illegal but sounds good Remus.”

You all found your way to the dining room table and tried your best not to be intimidated by the row of wizards you admired and respected so much. Before you got the chance to breathe though Molly had you trapped in a tight bear hug.

“Oh Y/N, so good to see you dear. Of course I’m not happy about the circumstance, but all the same, glad to know you’re here and safe.”

There was no oxygen left in your lungs to respond, so you just smiled and accepted her warm embrace.

“Molly, if you want her safe and healthy you might want to give her the chance to breathe.”

Grateful for Remus’s interjection you gave Molly a quick peck on the cheek, while she released you bashfully.

“Thank you Molly.”

The meeting itself was fine, it was the dinner afterwards that had you terrified, because right across from you was Sirius and Remus. Two of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen and their unrelenting questions and invested eye contact had the embarrassment coming up all at the same time. That didn’t deter them though. If anything it sprung even more questions and conversation starters. You didn’t even notice everyone else had left, leaving just you three at the table. You were cupping some tea between both hands, while Remus was leaning against Sirius’s shoulder. Sirius was replicating the affection by wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

It was peaceful, never had you felt so comfortable in the presence of other people before. So safe.

“Y/N, I’m glad you came, like I said Remus speaks very highly of you and we need all the help we can get. So if you want to invite your boyfriend or something to join, you should.”

“Oh, I don’t have a boyfriend actually, but speaking of which I had no idea you guys were together. You’re a really beautiful couple.”

Remus only smiled a little, but Sirius’s grin was proud.

“Thanks Y/N, you’re really quite beautiful too. We’re actually not gay though though, we’re both bisexual. We’ve even been known to have thirds in relationships. Nothing permanent though, haven’t found that right person.”

“Does that mean that you’re still open to-?

“Oh absolutely, there’s this girl we actually have our eyes set on right now.”

Your face fell.

“Oh, well if you two like her then she must be lovely.”

Remus and Sirius shared a look, clearly amused by your cluelessness and we all know what teases they can be. Remus spoke up this time.

“OH yeah, she’s a darling. She just joined the order.”

“She has Y/H/C and Y/E/C. Exactly our type wouldn’t you say Remus?”

“An absolute beauty, exactly our type that’s for sure.”

“Yeah, she looks particularly cute when she holds a cup of tea, with an adorable confused expression.”

“I don’t understand, well I think I do but-”

Remus was sitting up straight now, zoning in on your troubled expression.

“Y/N, we want you. If you’re uncomfortable we can drop it and give you space from here on out and we’re so sorry for making you-”

“Wait. You guys like me? Like that?”

Sirius snorted at your surprise.

“How could we not? You’re completely captivating. Do you feel the same love?”

“I do, it’s just that I’m not experienced, like, at all. And you guys are so it’s intimidating.”

“We would never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable or unsafe. How about we talk more about this more tomorrow.”

Remus’s words were sincere, and well thought out. Yours were less eloquent, much more desperate sounding than you would have liked.

“No please, I need you now.”

Sirius was a man who smiled a lot. Always quick to let out a genuine, hearty laugh. But this was different. It was a taunting smile, a dangerous smile. And you were completely captivated.

“Yeah? What’s got you so needy love? No one’s done anything yet.”

The table between you felt like it was keeping you miles apart. So you pouted, but Remus tutted.

“Answer his question Pup, good girls speak up when told to.”

“I-I don’t know, I can’t help it. I’ve never felt like this before and I just need you.”

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Clothes were discarded slower than you deemed necessary. Their clothes at least, not yours. You were only left in your underwear. They really just wanted to take their time with you, not worried about them, but you. You just looked so pretty sprawled out on their bed, it was impossible not to stop and admire your trembling figure. Remus slid behind you, allowing you to rest against his now bare chest. While Sirius knelt in between your legs, hovering over you, thumb running over your bottom lip.

“So pretty baby. Can I take these off now?”

He was referring to your panties and you were all too eager to be rid of them. Except Sirius was still fully clothed, which wasn’t exactly ideal.

“Sure, but could you take this off?” You tugged at the bottom of his shirt suggestively, but Remus was tugging your arms back.

“That’s not how we ask for what we want love, try again.”

You bore into Sirius’s grey eyes. The twinkle of humour was gone, there was love and respect there, but mostly they were filled with hunger. His blatant lust had you nervous, not ever experiencing such intensity before. It had you subconsciously closing your legs. So Sirius was pouting.

“Darling you don’t have to be shy, we like hearing what you have to say.”

You sighed and spread your legs again while Remus robbed your arms soothingly.

“S-siri, can you take off your shirt please. I wanna see you.”

“Good girl for asking so nice.”

He departed from the bed to remove all but his boxers, and it just reaffirmed that you’d be spending hours tracing his tattoos later. Emphasise on the later, cause at the moment you’d rather spend time with him doing something else. He seemed to be feeling much the same, but had to pause to chuckle at your dazed reaction.

“See something you like?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too.”

Remus pressed a kiss to the back of your head.

“Alright love, you ready? Do you want this?”

“Yes, please. Do you want this?”

“Of course love.”

Once Sirius was nestled between your thighs again he gave one reassuring peck before making his journey downward. He started sucking right below your ear, and you were already whimpering. He could get drunk on that noise. All the sounds you released so willingly as he nipped your collar bone, kissed your hip, and sank his teeth into your inner thigh. Right next to where you needed him most. He didn’t give you much time to complain though, cause soon enough that last barrier of clothing was being discarded and your fingers found their way through his black tresses. The vibrations of his moan against your clit had you bucking into his face. He kept his palms planted firmly on your thighs.

“That feel good Puppy? No one’s ever made you feel like this huh? Gotta stay still though, can’t make you feel good of you can’t stay still.”

“F-feels so good.”

“I know baby, Moony how bout you help her practice for another time.”

Remus seemed to understand what he meant and you were confused until-

“Open up pretty girl.”

Until Remus’s fingers were brushing past your lips. You started sucking on them as if it was second nature.

Sirius went back to suckling against your clit, but this time one of his fingers was teasing your entrance. Which once had you whining against Remus’s fingers, so he pulled them out to let you speak.

“What is it baby.”

“P-Please Siri.”

“By that way, how does she taste?”

He answered by inserting his pointer finger briefly before bringing it to Remus’s lips. Remus released it with a dramatic pop.

“Now I think I’m jealous, Hurry up Pads so I can get a turn.”

You never thought you had this type of response in you, but Sirius’s fingers thrusting in and out of you was sending shocks through your body. Every touch burned in the best way possible and it was only a short matter of time until the coil snapped.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for us Y/N?”

“Y-yeah. Please, feels so good.”

“Bet it does, let go for us darling, I know you can.”

He placed delicate kisses across your shoulders as you released all over Sirius’s face and fingers. Despite not being the one who came Sirius parted ruefully with a heaving chest. Remus beckoned him closer and as soon as he was within reach Remus was cleaning off his glistening face with his tongue. A sight you found all too arousing.

“Did so good Y/N, you too Pads. My turn now.”

“Please I need to be inside of her so bad.”

Remus pondered for a moment.

“Could you be gentle with her as she needed. You’d have to be.”

“She was clenching around my fingers… don’t know how I’d respond with her wrapped around my cock. You’re right Moony.”

And there you were, wishing they’d skip the whole talking like you weren’t even there, and just fuck you already. Luckily your desire looked as if it was going to be satiated shortly as Remus and Sirius switched places. When Remus removed his clothes you stared at his member with complete and utter desire. He mistook it for nervousness though.

“It’s alright love, if you want to stop we can. We can go at your pace and I promise if you’re in any pain at all that we can-”

Your voice sounded pained, raspy and desperate as if you were being deprived of oxygen.

“Remmy, I need you. Please I need it so bad.”

He sighed in relief and stroked his length as he settled over top of you.

“I got you. Such a good girl using her manners. Tell me if it hurts at all okay.”

Chest against chest was not close enough, even that could not satisfy the desire, the need, to be close to Remus. It seemed he was replicating your feelings as he drank up every moan that flew past your lips. If Sirius wasn’t rubbing your arms and soothing your hairline you never would have been grounded enough to tell that this was reality.

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding Pads. She’s so tight I can barely move. You feel so good love.”

Your high pitched moans were gradually becoming more staccato as Remus thrust into you.

“I-it’s not my fault you’re so big.”

“S’ not a bad thing at all Pup. You like my cock, you like being stretched out like this?”

“Yes yes yes. So much, please please Da-”

Embarrassment creeped up from the back of your mind, all the way to your cheeks, but Sirius noticed.

“What were you gonna call him baby. C’mon now, don’t be shy.”

Remus halted his movements to stare at your face intently.

“I- I don’t wanna, M’embarrassed”

Remus gave one more thrust to emphasise his point.

“Say it.”

You knew by the stern look on his face it was better to obey, or else you wouldn’t get what you wanted.

“Daddy, please let me cum. You feel so good. You’re so big daddy I-fuck”

You were cut off by your own moaning as Remus proceeded to thrust at a rapid pace.

“Cum then.”

It was like you were being blindsided. If you were standing you would have been knocked off your feet. Sirius held your hand the whole way, and your grip only tightened as Remus chased his own high.

“Where do you want me to cum baby?”

“Please cum inside me Daddy.”

“Yeah, you want Daddy to breed you? So pretty and innocent, didn’t know you were so dirty baby. I’m gonna stuff you full sweet girl- FUCK.”

He bit into your shoulder as he painted your insides with his release, and you found yourself whimpering as he pulled out. Remus was always a good caretaker though.

“It’s alright sweetheart. You did so good. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“No wait-”

“What is it pup?”

“Siri needs to feel good too.”

“If you’re sure then go ahead love.” Remus scootched out of the way so Sirius could situate you where he wanted. And that was face pressed into the mattress apparently. He sheathed himself fully inside of you, pressed his chest against your back so he could reach your ear and whisper.

“My turn, we’ll see who you’re calling Daddy at the end of this.”

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Bonus

The prospect of war was terrifying. You were so focused on protecting everyone around you. So it was a great comfort knowing, as you slept in between Sirius and Remus, that you had two people who would go to all ends to keep you safe.

Because besides each other they now had something even more undeniably precious.

You.

Their perfect Y/N.

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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 3 years

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50. In the end

Prompt used- slamming hand over others mouth to shut them up | secret relationship | too fluffy |

" kiss me on top of the world and if the world Wants to watch, they can enjoy the enjoy while it lasts "

Harry was tired. He was tired of pretending that it was alright, when it so wasn't. This wasn't how his eighth year, after years of fighting should have been. He was supposed to be free and at liberty of how he could be and who he should've been.

When they all sat in the Great hall having breakfast, Harry only wondered how strange it would be to just walk up to and sit next to his boyfriend, eat with him, feed him even . He hated that student's did that with whoever they wanted after the whole solidarity between house's to freely sit at whatever tables they wanted but, harry was sure an exception. It boiled him when he looked at other couple's sitting together, Holding hands, maybe even making out in a hallway, and harry was deprived of such pleasure. He was even denied of even talking to his boyfriend normally.

But harry wanted to hold on because shit was his relationship great, it was incredible. For the first time in his life, he felt noticed, felt something other than just wild curiousness, anger and grief, he felt loved and not like the I support you Harry, we're like your family harry, it was the I wanna kiss you till their lungs gave out kind of love and was it incredible.

He made plans after plans, tricks after tricks, did things after things only for it to be rejected by his secret boyfriend, claiming" they'll never let us be " and was he right. And yet here he was planning another plan to convince his beloved boyfriend to come clean, until his attention broke from walking to hearing a thud of Someone falling over near. Harry hurried to be at the scene, only to be met with Draco being surrounded by some first and second year watching Draco on ground.

" what the hell happened ?" Harry asked as he kneeled down to help Draco up on his shoulder

" pot- what- what- I don't need your help potter " Draco sneered, still however in tinge of pain

" malfoy, you're hurt. Just don't try to act I'm all independent, let me help-"

" I don't need your help, potter " Draco snapped lightly

Harry was half mad and even was about to drop back Draco, only if he hadn't groaned in his attempt to walk.

Harry rolled his eyes, hung his arm around his shoulder and helped him to the hospital Wing

" I said-"

" I know " harry snapped, Draco didn't try to further counteract much upon it, even he knew not to meddle with mad harry.

Once they had reached the hospital wing, harry had helped Draco upon the bed, waiting for madam pomfrey to come back

" we could've been caught Harry-"

" right because oh my god, I had your shoulder around my neck " harry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in front

" it's not that- the way you just wanted to help, I understand but-"

" okay that's enough Draco. I can't do this " harry sighed closing his eyes in mere frustration

" what do you mean you can't do this ?" Draco asked completely puzzled

" this- look- what we have is great, phenomenal even but I can't sit there and watch my boyfriend getting flirted over by someone else, or live under the shadows all the time because we two According to people don't belong together. I thought I could do this, this secret way but I can't and the reason is I don't want to. I don't want to live where I'm Afraid that if I come out and exclaim my love for my boyfriend people are going to hate me. I can't- I just- I want to be able to hold you hand publicly Draco not because I enjoy public display of affection but because you're my boyfriend and I have the right to hold your hand, publicly or not and people doesn't decide that for me. So either you live under the shadows Draco or not, that's your decision because I'm not going to "

Draco stared at harry mildly amazed at the little outburst. He was aware that it agitated Harry with the whole secret agenda of a relationship they had but he didn't know that Harry wanted to let go of it Because he couldn't remain private anymore.

" so- y- you're breaking up with me ?" Much to Draco's disappointment and his attempt to keep from Trembling, his voice came out slightly in a higher octave and rather cracked.

Harry sadly looked at Draco, pulling the chair next to his bed and holding Draco's hands " Merlin, no- or yes- I don't know. I just- I want you to know I Want you Draco, however I can't stay where everything is a secret and we are even forbidden to talk to.. I want you to understand that-"

" and I want you to understand the consequences " Draco lightly snapped

Harry exhaled, slowly leaving Draco's hands" then you care about the consequences Draco and I- I'll wait for you when you stop thinking of it " and with that Harry left the infirmary.

Yes, they partially broke, except Harry still sent him small cookies from the kitchen just how he liked but refused to meet Draco's eyes, even In secret.

That was until the news started to spread silently about Harry's current sexuality and how people really weren't surprised. Some maybe had bitched Harry behind his back, but it was sure harry really didn't care. He was happy with his coming out and was by far enjoying the little time in the boring sun of the lightness of the news.

Draco, however felt broken and guilty of not being able to give his boyfriend the simple pleasure of even smiling in public. He saw how Harry was happy to be out in open, but Draco could see how Harry wasn't half as thrilled as he should've been and somewhere Draco was at blame for their recent so called break up. It wasn't the same however, until Draco had caught up harry finding some book in the last aisle of the library before restricted section began.

Draco pondered whether he should go back, but he missed the way Harry kissed him and it had been entirely a week since that happened and Draco wanted to risk the world to feel it again.

Pretending to have been looking for something too, draco entered the last aisle, filled with distant silence and the sound of their breathing.

" harry" Draco finally after contemplating for five minutes spoke up

" malfoy" harry nodded, not moving his gaze from finding the book..

He hated being called malfoy, but he felt as though he deserved it "how are you doing ?"

Harry finally looked at Draco with a distant gaze before he turned to look for the book again " fine, thank you "

Draco breathed as he stepped closer to harry and with much hesitation wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, nuzzling his head onto Harry's shoulder from the back, giving him a small kiss over his exposed neck. Harry's stern composure quickly melted away only for a second, one second of enjoying the warmth before he became stern again

" malfo-"

" Draco " Draco corrected. Harry could be mad But he wasn't a heart of steel,

" Draco- what are you doing ?"

" trying to apologize "Draco muffled

" funny because I didn't hear you apologizing" harry scoffed as he remained still, his hands by his side, with an uncontrolled urge to hold Draco's.

" because you didn't let me- so- I'm gonna say now. I'm sorry, harry, would you forgive me ?"Draco pouted looking up from his lashed to the side of Harry's face

Harry closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply " fine " and he broke free of the hold

" what?" Draco offensively asked, almost snapped

" you asked for my forgiveness, I forgave you. Now If you'll excuse, I'm trying to find something " harry began searching for the book again.

" just like that ? Harry I apologized " Draco threw his arms in the sir

" and i accept your apology-"

" no you're no-"

" what do you want Draco? Kiss you and tell you that it's fine ? You didn't mention what you're apologizing for-"

" I'm apologizing for being an asshole and forcing you to keep us a secret even if you hate it "

" and does mean that you want to come out in open as boyfriend's?" Harry asked crossing his arms finally getting into one on one conversation with Draco

Draco looked at harry as he though Harry had asked for his kidney.

" see that's the problem !! You still don't want us to go public and I can't have that draco..I want you, I do, I really like you but not at the cost of only having you secretly " harry sighed as he subtracted some distance between them

Draco's jaw clenched as he chewed his cheeks " you think it's easy. Of course you do. You're the saviour of the wizarding world for the love of Merlin, people love you already. But have you even tried to give it as much of a thought that I'm still under probation of crimes I didn't commit only because I was on the dark side, because I'm an ex death eater, or the fact my father still have connections with murderers in the world to kill me if it ever gets out. It's easy for you to say harry, but me, it's not. People hate me and you don't have go through with it everyday, I have to. You think i like this, being in secret, fuck Harry no, I want to show the world that your ass is mine but I can't, because I don't want your death to be on my sake and only because I can't lose you. I want to kiss you and show it to the world as much as you but I can't. Because that's something I can't do " Draco's eyes almost welled with tears by the time he added " I don't want to be the reason people hate you Harry, I don't"

Harry immediately frowned as he walked further towards Draco until he was only few inches apart and held his arms " you can- you'll never lose me Draco. You can never be someone people will hate me for. I won't let that happen" harry sighed as he added " you're right, I- I understand and we can do this in secret. If that's what it is. So what if we can't be like the normal couple's, Holding hands under the tree or what if we can't, just go on a date under the stars, I can work with room of requirements, it's cozy anyways. I can't believe I was such a prat for this reason and you know what- I'm sorry for being a terrible boyfriend for not understanding you. I was just so crazed that I forgot that our differences still lie and even if we change, some people won't "

Harry shrugged, smiling lightly " do you forgive me Draco ?"

Draco wanted to say something, just something that meant screw the world, fuck what the world thinks, or something that was remotely related To I want to kiss you on the top of the world and the world can watch if they want but just as Draco tried to speak up, he's pressed against the back shelf lightly with Harry slamming his hand over Draco's lips to shut him up, it should not have been arousing, however it totally was as Draco watched harry trying to look behind Draco's head between the books to find if someone was coming their way.

"don't speak a word. Someone is here " harry Whispered In Draco's ear. It ran down a shiver over his back as he felt Harry's hand upon his waist and over his lips, catching him between his body and the shelf, and Draco only wondered how many times he'd like for that to happen..

" screw it " Draco didn't know he had said when Harry had momentarily taken his hands over his lips but he had

" screw what ?" Harry asked bemused

Draco looked over at harry's face desperately close to his own and without wasting so much of a second, Draco pulled harry closer by his sweater, slamming their lips together.

" screw secrecy" Draco mumbled against his lips, biting Harry's lips in desperation.

" what about everyone ?" Harry asked as he held onto Draco's waist to keep himself from collapsing, breaking away the kiss for a second

" I want to kiss you on top of the Eiffel tower and if the world watches, they can enjoy the show while it lasts " draco replied as he bored into Harry's eyes, filled with strange desire.

Harry chuckled before he pressed Draco further into the shelf, kissing the daylights out of him as though it was the last time he'd ever kiss him but as they say, make the first and the last's count, it was their first public display of affection and the world could watch the show while it lasted because In the end, it was them who ruled their world.

The 50 day physical touch prompt challenge ends as of today and I've been incredibly thankful for all the support. I've been writing for as long as I can remember but to feel this appreciated and noticed, I never thought I'd feel this way one day. When I even began writing these, it was so random that I wasn't even sure if anyone was going to read it, I didn't believe it until you people did and have remained from the beginning till the end. Ofc I'm not stopping writing prompts, I just had to be dramatic.

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Day 49- 5 times Harry was a pain in the ass

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endlich-allein · 3 years

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Interview with Till about his life: he fought with his father, killed his beloved dog, swam on a wild river and worked on suffering. How Till Lindemann's mind works

"I will finish you off" and why you fought for the German army.

Werner Lindemann wanders around the room, interrupting the silence with strange questions, writing something down. His motive is to get to know his son and make him a friend. But it's complicated. Generational conflict.

"My island of tranquility is shaken every day. The day before yesterday, a guy pulled on my socks because his were torn. Yesterday he didn't put out a single lamp in the house. Now, with voluptuous delight, he spits cherry pits into the cat's fur. Is this grown boy really an adult?"

The apprenticeship in Rostock, where you have to do window production after graduation, is the limit of boredom. Till Lindemann moved to his father in the countryside so that he could forget about the hustle and bustle of the city and not fall under the article for anti-social attitudes. He thought of a new life, in which there was no pointless work, and arranged an attic in his father's house.

In the mornings over coffee, he scolded life that everything went according to schedule. And listened very loudly to music - electronics and metal. My father didn't understand and grumbled: “I matured late. Naturally, I wanted to listen to the music I liked, but I could not get my hands on these records. For example, my father did not understand when I bought the Alice Cooper record for a month's salary.

Werner Lindemann was a children's writer who went through the war.

At the height of his career he disappeared for weeks on literary tours - his fame spread to teachers and librarians across the country. His father pecked at Lindemann for refusing to work and promised to turn him in:

"My willful child. What doesn't fit his standards is rejected as nonsense or crap." So he took a job as a carpenter, where he made shovel cuttings and cart wheels. The head foreman constantly drank vodka during the day, didn't want to be annoyed with questions and addressed the long-haired Lindemann with the nickname: "Mozart!" This suited him.

Werner Lindemann talked about war, hard existence and limitations. For example, about a grenade splinter that remained in his body. Lindemann did not believe in all these stories - but categorically did not accept service, war and murder:

“After that I objected: “I would hide, I would not go to war. Why did you even let yourself be dragged into this? You could have hidden."

And he said: “It didn't work out. They searched for it and it took away."

Then I said: “I would rather go under arrest. Never in my life, I would go to the front line to shoot people. It's against my nature. It would be better if I went to jail."

Much of the time father and son were simply silent, even while watching television.

"He regularly made me feel guilty, to say the least, he placed himself on a pedestal towards me: I shouldn't complain. At your age, I ran barefoot through the stubble, and in my stomach - a potato in a uniform."

The only acceptance is Mike Oldfield's music: "One day my father came to grumble again. At that moment I was listening to Mike Oldfield, and he sat down and said: "That sounds interesting."

For me it was like a quantum leap: my father sits in my room, listens to my music and thinks it was good. Probably because of melancholy. He was sitting in a rocking chair that I made myself - at the time I was working as a carpenter on a farm. I, too, always sat in an armchair, immersed myself in music and smoked hand-rolled cigarettes."

The conflict was intensified by a fight. Lindemann bought a Trabant car, installed speakers in it and tested the sound - loud as usual. “Then my father came and I had to turn off this fucking music. It was kind of loud for him. He was then fiddling around his cases of flowers, and then suddenly the situation escalated. I think he slapped me while I was still in the car.

He leaned toward me and hit me with the back of his hand. I made some bullshit remarks like, "Leave me alone," something like that. That was a provocation to him, and he said: "If you do that again, I'll hit you for real." And I said, "Then you'll get it back. Because you're crazy. Don't you dare to hit me anymore."

And then he hit me with his palm again. He wasn't controlling himself.

He was exalting himself. Instantly he introduced himself as a boxer - he had boxed in the Hitler Youth - and I just... I thought I didn't hit him, I just pushed him away. And then he stood in front of me again, "Come on, I'll finish you, you haven't got a chance!" Somehow. After that, he went up to the attic and threw all my stuff out the window.

It happened over the weekend, my sister was there, a lot of screaming, serious drama. Then I packed my things, put them in the car, went to a friend's house and never went into his house again. At first I lived with this friend, and a week later I bought myself a house in the village."

His father's book is about his son, which the son will only open up after the death of the father.

Lindemann is a late child. He was born when his father was 36. The gap in their relationship was felt in everyday life and perception of the world. Werner Lindemann woke up early in the morning, worked with the circular saw under the windows and did not understand when his son slept until noon after a working week.

Lindemann's parents then lived separately, but kept in touch. Mom worked as a journalist and discussed her texts with his father. "She still lived in Rostock and always came to see him only on weekends. Mostly on Sundays she came back quite early, because she couldn't stand the stress of being with him, either."

In 1988, the book “Mike Oldfield im Schaukelstuhl Notizen eines Vaters" In this book, Lindemann Senior describes the relationship with his son (whom he calls Timm in the book), who settled with him at the age of 18. The book was written in the 80s and laid on the table until the German Democratic Republic and the Federal Republic of Germany were reunited.

Werner Lindemann wanted his son to take up writing too. But this only amused him, although as a child he wrote poetry. At the age of 13, little Till Lindemann and his father were returning home along the bumpy road to Mecklenburg. They talked about career self-determination:

"You should already have thoughts about what you want to become, boy." My answer: "I don't know yet, maybe a fisherman on the high seas."

But immediately, no matter what I said, objections arose: “But then you have to get a certificate of maturity. But then you will be away all the time. But then you won't be able to start a relationship."

There was always a “but”.

At some point it got on my nerves, as usual. And I said: "Worst case scenario, I'll just become a writer.

I still remember how alienated his face became. "And what do you think then, what do I do! It's a very hard job! In fact, it's not even a job, it's a passion. And it's a job that's supposed to be enjoyable."

I said, "I don't know anybody who works with pleasure."

"Yeah, that's the problem. You have to look for a job that gives you pleasure." Then I say again, "But some people never get to choose..." This gigantic discussion happened because I didn't take his profession seriously. At the same time, he was completely lost, funny!"

Lindemann thoughtfully read his father's book, in which he comprehends their relationship, after his death. Faked for hidden anger and indecision. For example, in a situation where their dog Kurt was bitten by a fox. The father was frightened because of rabies: “At the same time, we did not even know whether he was bitten by a fox or not. The father immediately called the huntsman. But I said: no one will enter this courtyard and shoot the dog. I'll do it myself if I really need it. At some point I really had to kill the dog."

Lindemann is not a monster. The animals he fiddled with are an important attribute of childhood. He had an aquarium and hamsters, brought mice and rats home, and was friends with dogs. “Like many children of new buildings, he felt the need for someone alive, in need of love,” said Werner Lindemann. Sometimes the appearance of an animal in the house was surprising:

“This guy will never say what he's up to. He appears on the doorstep at the same time as me. He gets out from his vehicle, throws his coat open and puts a young black shepherd in my hands. "Your Christmas present!"

Till's father is speechless. My son stands before me like the sun's little brother. Touchingly concerned, he directs me into the house, working out a plan for the animal husbandry, accommodation and diet of our new pet housemate.

With confusion, a question flies from my lips, "Wheredid you get the dog from?" "Timm" is gibbering, "Imagine, the mason in the barnyard wanted to hang him, simply wanted to strangle him with a rope, said he was a worthless eater..."

Werner Lindemann died of stomach cancer in 1993, when his son was 30. They didn't finally reconcile, but Till visited him in his last days and was there for him with his mother: "They couldn't be without each other, even though they lived apart. Unreal, but my mother never had another man afterwards. To this day she can't let go of him."

- Not going to the Olympics in Moscow and ending up in the German ghetto

Lindemann had the knowledge and the potential to be a swimmer. And a shyness that pounded harder three days before the competition than concerts in front of crowds of thousands. "I know how difficult it is to develop willpower and stamina and instill those attributes. In the GDR this was instilled in us by coaches and so-called functionaries."

Lindemann came to swimming at the age of eight and devoted his entire youth to the sport. He would get up for training at five in the morning and pass out in the evening. His grandmother watched him from the stands. At a competition in Leipzig she shouted at the coach, who told Lindemann off for a poor result. The grandmother took the coach by the ear and said: "How do you talk to my grandson?"

Sports tightened up his upbringing and developed self-discipline. “Drilling - probably the boy has already received this experience as a swimmer,” Lindemann's father wrote. - Once he had to take second place in a competition, but by no means first place. Of course, he got carried away, forgot about it, became the first, thanks to which he received a shouting for indiscipline. And whenever he lost in the future, his coach would torture him at practice for a long time and yelled at him: "Even if you win, you're not a winner yet!"

Lindemann swam the 1.5 km freestyle and could have gone to the 1980 Olympics in Moscow. Everything was ruined when he left the hotel without permission during a competition in Florence: "I didn't want to run, but just wanted to look at the city. Cars, bikes, girls. I was caught and kicked out of the team, but then I didn't give the required results either."

Lindemann competed at the European Junior Championships, but did not go any higher. After the story in Florence, his career in sport slipped away. Perhaps an abdominal injury influenced his departure. Lindemann is gone, but he doesn't yearn: "I was relatively young. There were no good [memories] left. I was glad it was over."

"The hardest part was getting back to normal. I fell into a real hole. My home was no longer a sports school, but a ghetto in Rostock. Now I stood out through drinking and fighting. I used to be surrounded only by beautiful ladies who were interested in swimming. Now I had fierce women standing in front of me asking, "How come you don't drink?" When I was shy about approaching a girl, it was interpreted as: "Are you gay?"

Lindemann now works with a coach and swims a few kilometers before his tours to get in shape: "When I exercise, I feel a certain lightness - not only physically, but also mentally. I just feel better. The main problem is staying in shape. That's where self-discipline comes into play. Teeth grinding is important."

- Three weeks in the wild and loneliness as a creative tool

Emotionally, concerts = sports:

"How do I go on tour? Hungry. And happy. It is good to compare concerts with sport. You don't want to do both at first. You don't want to go on stage. You don't want to go to the pool. You don't want to go to the boxing ring. It all happens with reluctance. It has to be accepted somehow, that's life: spring, summer, fall, winter.

When it's done, winter's gone, the blooming begins, greenery appears, it gets bright, and you start to get a taste for it. When it's over, you feel happy. Then the body produces a sea of chemistry, a lot of happiness hormones. I think the body rewards itself."

The stage, like sports, is an embarrassment, but a necessity. Lindemann wore dark glasses in order to collect fewer views from the audience. Therefore, a couple of steps before the water, he looked at the pool with a shiver. You need to cope with yourself in order to open up to new emotions.

Lindemann's gut requires solitude and moderate solitude. This is the point:

“Loneliness is always good for a creative push - you drink a glass of wine and you feel even shitier. Art is not complete without suffering; art exists to compensate for suffering."

With his friend Joey Kelly, Lindemann spent three weeks on the Yukon River. They paddled through the wilderness in a kayak for eight to 10 hours each and lived in a tent. Lindemann didn't take a tape recorder with him, so he transferred the lyrics wandering in his head on paper.

They were catching inspiration and atmosphere:

"There were times when we wouldn't say a word for hours, but then: look there, look there! It was breathtakingly beautiful. These relatively fast-changing panoramas and skies, layers of clouds, the colors.

Except for a few bears and wolves, it's hard to see anyone else out there, it's exhilarating. Along the way we saw two hunters setting traps. No one else.

I grew up in the countryside, and I have a very strong connection to nature. I love fishing, hunting. It's an archaic experience that I like to revisit over and over again. When I'm in the city for too long, I start to miss it."

To recreate situations in the Yukon, Lindemann and Kelly trained for nine months on the Rhine river in Germany because of its liveliness.

"We went down the Rhine to where the transport ships create huge bow waves. If we hadn't had a coach with us, we probably would have been sunk by the side wave impact already during our first attempt," Lindemann said.

Together with Kelly, he had four sessions with two coaches and swam from Cologne to Koblenz [more than 100 kilometers by car]. Lindemann trained separately each week on the lakes in Mecklenburg. It's both physically challenging and savage identical to being natural.

In 2015, Till started his solo project Lindemann. On the album Skills In Pills, the song Yukon was released, in which the lyrics appeared first, and then the music.

- "My lyrics come from pain rather than desire."

The country boy is big and not much of a talker. That's how the Rammstein members saw him at the start, when they were hanging out at home. "He looked cool, like a big peasant talking one sentence an hour," keyboard player Christian "Flake" Lorenz recalled. - He always had food and vodka. He'd just steal a couple of ducks somewhere and cook them on a tray. And then, frozen like in Sleeping Beauty, there were people lying in corners and on trunks in his house."

Lindemann loves and appreciates home gatherings. This came from my father, who always had guests. “In my opinion, this is the little bit that I inherited from him. Throwing parties and gathering people. Throwing parties and getting people together. He just enjoyed being a good host. The house was always full of guests from Leipzig, from Rostock, foreign guests, even from Kazakhstan.

It was always exciting for him. He stood at the stove, cooked, bought an abundance of wine, and there was always a fire in the garden. At some point he stopped drinking, then he left the party at 21:00 and the whole company continued to feast. And in the morning he got up at four, cleaned and tidied up."

Till Lindemann is about self-digging, overcoming and childish shyness, which is covered by a pumped-up figure of a swimmer. This is how Lindemann decrypts himself:

• “And I really am like a big child - ill-mannered, but harmless. People think that I am always strong, explosive. This is not true. I am sensitive and easily hurt, but in love I am romantic and passionate."

• “At the very beginning, you sit somewhere in a dark room, open a bottle of wine and figure out how to make the lyrics popular with the music. At first you only have a vague idea of what it could be.

And when, three years after recording, mixing, and more mixing, developing the artwork, all this nonsense, then you stand on stage, and what you came up with then really works, when you manage to get 20 thousand people to raise their hands, then you experience incredible sensations."

• “Art is a kind of therapy.

When I feel that something is arising inside me, domineering and is most often dark, I need to give it a way out, otherwise it will simply crush me. So destruction and self-destruction are the two pillars on which my creativity is based.

But everyone chooses this for himself.

• “My lyrics arise from feelings and dreams, but still more from pain than by desire. I often have nightmares, and I wake up at night sweating, as I see terrible bloody scenes in my dreams. My lyrics are a kind of valve for the lava of feelings in my soul.

We are all struggling to hide behind good manners and outward decency, but in fact we are governed by instincts and feelings: hunger, thirst, horror, hatred, the desire for power and sex. Of course, there is also additional energy in us - this is love. Without it, all human feelings would fade away."

- "When you're constantly living someone else's life, it's very hard to get back into your own skin. I like that in principle, but sometimes you start to get confused - are you out of a role or not yet. You're already Till, or you're still a homicidal maniac."

- "I hate the noise. I hate the chatter. I expose myself to it, which is pure masochism. And then I have to protect myself from it. Noise makes you crazy. You die in it."

• “I think there is no God. And if he is and actually allows all the misfortunes on this earth, then he must punish me along with other sufferings. I will not pray to such a god."

This is how the members of Rammstein see Till - flexible and with a split personality:

Guitarist Paul Landers: "Till is so good that when you let him know that his lyrics should go in a different direction, the very next day he brings a new version of the song."

Guitarist Richard Kruspe: “He's a hell of an extreme man. He dives very deeply into situations where I cannot follow him. Everything he does is very extreme; I don't know anyone who does it. "

Drummer Christoph Schneider: "I would not want to be in Till's shoes: his soul is tormented by doubts and contradictions, he is equally a moralist and a monster."

June 1, 2021 - Translate by Lindemann Belgium

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phoebe-delia · 3 years

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For your asks, my darling. I would love a fic based on song 41, which both Harry and Draco will be this year on their birthday.

Emma, love, thank you so much for this prompt. I have waited to answer this in order to post it on Harry's birthday, which is why there's been a delay, but I'm impulsive enough to post it a little early.

Song 41 is "Infinity" by One Direction. Listening to the part where the bass drops, especially while driving on the highway, is the biggest serotonin boost. 10/10 recommend.

Anyway, I tried to capture the feeling of the song in this fic. I was semi-inspired by the incredible "Running On Air" by @tinyhistory. Thank you to @nv-md for the very helpful beta. Enjoy!

Also if you wanna read a piece similar to this, check out this fic.

Sometimes I talk to Granger.

Well, allow me to rephrase. I don’t talk to her, as much as she sort of talks at me whilst I try to process her extensive knowledge. Was she always like this? Actually, don’t answer that.

Anyway, Granger has been rather helpful. One of the facts I was able to absorb from her ranting was that, according to Muggle science, energy can neither be created nor destroyed. It can change forms, can be converted and shaped into something other than what it once was, but it is constant.

It’s similar to magic. Magic cannot be created, nor destroyed. It is, after all, a form of energy. You can destroy magical objects--you know that better than perhaps anyone--but the magic within cannot cease to exist.

For example, I know you were in Diagon Alley sometime before you left. You sat at that bench outside Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes and you probably cast a cushioning charm. The people who go and sit on that bench and cast their own spells have no idea that they’re sitting on the last known traces of the Boy Who Lived’s magic in all of London. That spell you cast five years ago still lingers.

The point is, magic can be purposeless, and yet it has the audacity to remain.

I imagine you can relate, assuming you’ve decided to continue your own existence.

I sincerely hope you are; existing, that is. Others have given up hope. I’ve read every theory printed in the Prophet. Some say you’re off living as a Muggle, and some believe you’re still here and walking around under your Invisibility Cloak. Others have presumed you to be dead. Granger and Weasley tell me you’d enjoy the way the media is largely ignoring you now, aside from publishing any random claim of having spotted you somewhere.

I used to think that you adored the attention of the press. But then again, I used to believe a lot of things; you convinced me I was wrong about nearly every one of them.

For example, I once thought I’d be an up-and-coming political figure; the youngest Wizengamot member in a century, heading several charitable organizations and waving off speculation of a campaign for Minister.

But now, I spend my days in my Junior Auror office, which is blessedly empty since no one wanted to work with the former Death Eater. Solitude suits me just fine, a sentiment which, I would wager, you share. Funny, how we are connected by a tolerance, or even enjoyment, of isolation.

As part of my social reparations of the war--combined with the usual hazing endured by all Aurors fresh from training--I am given nothing but unwanted cold cases. You see, when the Boy Who Lived Twice goes missing it’s the kind of story that feeds the symbiotic relationship between law enforcement and the press. But after a while, even the Golden Boy’s whereabouts are less interesting than the newest scandal or criminal operation, fresh chum to the circling sharks.

Still, you’ll never be irrelevant enough to be forgotten. That gaudy statue of you still stands in the middle of the Ministry atrium for all to see, your 17-year-old self immortalized in the very pose you had when you saved the world.

I wonder whether Robards thought he was torturing me by giving me your case; perhaps he decided it would be a proper punishment for me to spend my days looking at your scarred face in your file and coming up with ways to find you. If I succeeded, I’d be helping a former rival; if I failed, I’d be proving all their assumptions that I’m either nefarious or rich and lazy, take your pick.

I do things now, like talk to Granger and spend late nights hunched over my isolated desk and get excited about Muggle scientific theory because I refuse to believe that your case is cold--not when the warmth of your magic clings to a bench in Diagon.

Sometimes, when it’s been a particularly long and stressful day of searching for you, I go and sit on that bench, just to feel your magic, to remember that you exist. The Prophet headlines will fade; statues lose their shine.

But your magic cannot be created or destroyed, it simply is.

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dakogutin · 2 years

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2/3 For cover

2nd part of my 3+1 kisses trope series (link to previous: 1/3 To pacify) but this can be read as a standalone if ure unbothered✨

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The last thing Remus expected to happen in his already eventful week was to be assigned a mission with Sirius alone.

Since Dumbledore required a pair with the best rapport, everyone originally looked to the couples in the Order. The choices, however, continued to narrow as people were either locked away in a safehouse, had identities too exposed to be inconspicuous, or heavily injured. Which then ended with leaving the fate of this particular crucial mission to count on Remus and Sirius’ seven-year friendship.

So now they were tailing a suspected Death Eater openly ambling about in the streets of Soho, while posing as drunk muggles disguised under Polyjuice. But times were already tough, especially on their side of the war, and despite stationing themselves in a crowded night bar, they both sensed the Death Eater already suspecting their movement.

“Pretend I said something funny,” Sirius said in a whisper, plastering a smile. The muggle persona he had chosen was a woman not much older than his actual age, with straight brown hair and was wearing drabby-coloured clothes. Sirius twirled his hair in his finger and looked at Remus through his lashes. It almost felt like Remus was with an entirely different person, and he wasn’t sure if this was a good or bad thing.

Remus obliged. “Keep talking. Act like you’re telling a story.” His disguise was a much older looking man who could pass as a father of two, and he had worn a posh looking tweed suit. He fiddled with the cuffs before looking straight into not-Sirius’ notably dark brown eyes.

“Or,” Sirius said, “I could always just change it up a bit and make this exchange more interactive.”

“Terrible idea. Whatever you’re thinking,” Remus said through a grin.

“You know, it’s important we lay it all out on the table so it won’t get us in trouble later on. Besides, we have to sell this.” He gestured between them.

The only way they could make a connection for their muggle disguises was to stage a relationship, since it was rather debatable for a biological father and daughter to bond in a night bar… and stay with each other the entire time.

“Fine.” This time Remus didn’t restrict himself rolling his eyes. “What the hell do you suggest then?”

“I don’t know, Moony. What do you think couples do in bars?”

Remus could only concede to Sirius’ point. He was right, it was crucial for them to shake off the suspicion before taking action. “You’re saying we should snog?”

Sirius scoffed. “At least romance me first, you big flirt. I’m not that easy.”

Remus sputtered, even more annoyed he had to stifle a laugh.

“Kidding.” Sirius had the audacity to roll his eyes. “You don’t have to ask if you want to do it so badly,” he teased.

“And you called me the big flirt.”

“Trying to get into character. It’s working. You were red as that girl’s lipstick. I reckon this is your type then?”

“No I wasn’t,” Remus retorted feebly despite feeling his cheeks heat up. The dim lighting shouldn’t make it that visible, right? Besides, he refused to respond to Sirius’ question.

“Whatever makes you sleep at night,” Sirius winked.

Remus glared at the woman in front of him who looked entirely unlike Sirius but was still nevertheless very Sirius Black with his words and mannerisms. Remus wondered how Sirius considered it as acting when the man was simply…

Flirting— Remus’ mind cleared. Of course. Sirius was riling him up in the way he knew exactly how. “Alright,” Remus said. “You get to be little Miss flirty and I get to be Mister crusty sponge who’s rich and bored and into sad lonely girls in night bars.”

“With poor sense of fashion, might I add.” Sirius tugged on his ill-fitting jumper with a hideous print of a bird right in the middle. “This truly is a sad piece of clothing.” Remus only let out an amused huff at his friend’s misery. “Wish I could be Padfoot right now. Would make this job loads easier,” Sirius went on.

“A bit late for that now, don’t you think?” Remus said. Sirius had expressed wanting to use his Animagus secret during field missions for quite some time now, but James always advised against it, saying it was their greatest weapon and should be reserved for only desperate measures.

Sirius downed his fake alcoholic drink (as getting drunk was out of question during an operation). “How’s our target looking?” he asked.

Remus pretended to think, flicking his eyes to the side where he last saw the suspected Death Eater head to. “Decided to make our job easier and hung out at the shop right across the street. And it appears… he’s chatting with a friend.”

“Fantastic. Let’s go.”

In an instant, Sirius was on his feet— just as Remus’ hand grabbed Sirius’ wrist. “What are you doing?”

“It’s time to move.”

“Don’t be rash. You can’t just walk out there where you’re easily seen approaching. He was literally eyeing us seconds ago!” Remus hissed in a whisper.

“That conversation is the key to disproving his cover.” Sirius glared daggers. “What are the odds he won’t Apparate any second now? We need our evidence. And if we can’t get it by eavesdropping then we Stun the motherfucker, check for the mark and if it’s not there we Confound him— whatever! It just has to be now.”

Remus heaved a sigh. “There’s no way we could go there without being seen.”

“Which is why we do it now while he’s busy.”

Remus knew winning was futile once Sirius had his mind fixed on a decision. One way or another, Sirius will engage. “Fine.” He let go of Sirius’ wrist and nodded to their target’s direction. “Head to that alley next to the store, I’ll go to the other side so we can surround them.”

It was Sirius’ time to grab Remus’ wrist. “That's even more suspicious, smartass.” Remus frowned. A retort was forming in his head but Sirius cut him off, leaning in to murmur, “We go together like the couple that we are, professor hot stuff.” Then without warning, Sirius dropped a kiss on his cheek before walking to the door, dragging Remus by his wrist.

Once they stepped out of the bar and into the cold and quiet night, Remus couldn’t help asking, “What was that for?”

Sirius hummed in question, unnecessarily flipping his flat brown hair.

“Sod off, you know what I’m talking about.”

They stopped at the deserted alley with their backs to the wall, successfully unseen so far. Though from this vantage point, their target could easily spot Remus and Sirius peeking from the corner with one turn of his head. It was risky, but also the only optimal position to observe from a distance.

“To show people we were done arguing,” Sirius eventually replied. “Do you mind?”

Remus was taken aback for a second. “Er, no. Not at all, I think it was quick thinking and certainly sells the point…”

“Moony,” Sirius was grinning widely. “I meant will you scoot a bit so I can see better.”

“Oh. Right…”

“Thanks,” Sirius was still chuckling. He stepped in front of Remus and just as he craned his neck to finally poke his head out of the corner, it happened.

Their suspected Death Eater turned his head and met Remus’ eyes.

“Sirius,” Remus held him by his shoulders and pulled him to hide back within the walls of the alley. “He saw us. He’s coming here.”

“What?” Sirius hissed with a pained expression. “Did you at least hear and get evidence?”

“Haven’t had the chance.”

Sirius cursed under his breath. “Well? Do we attack? Our cover’s blown!”

Remus stared at Sirius’ rounder eyes and faded lipstick. “Not yet. They only know us as a muggle couple.”

“Right, that’s true. Okay, so, what? We talk? Put up a front?”

Remus worried on his lip. “That’s our best shot. But we Stun him if things go south. Deal?”

“Let’s do it.”

“Wait.” Remus felt his stomach drop. “You’re—!”

It just had to be at this split second when they were counting down until their target showed up. Sirius’ hair was noticeably turning black and he was growing in height with his face gradually changing too. Remus noticed Sirius’ eyes widen and it must be the effect on Remus’ features as well. The hour must be up and the potion’s effect was wearing off. At this point, they couldn’t possibly face anyone they were supposed to be tailing— Death Eater or not.

With no time to waste, Remus pinned Sirius to the wall and watched as Sirius’ face fell into a confused frown. “Wand at the ready. And just trust me on this,” he said before surging forward and landing on Sirius’ lips.

He had one ear listening for movement as his hand held Sirius’ jaw that gradually grew into its defined angular shape, the other pulled Sirius by his waist and rose up just in time to feel his hair grow into the familiar silky shoulder-length locks. It was both a strange and fascinating sensation to feel Sirius as a woman turn back into a man within his arms.

“We have to sell this…” Sirius’ previous words echoed in his head. “You don’t have to ask if you want to do it so badly…”

Keeping those in mind, Remus tugged on Sirius’ hair to make him part his lips, and deepened the kiss.

Though it took a while, Sirius was reciprocating just as much— to Remus’ surprise. A hand made its way underneath Remus’ shirt, touching the bare skin of Remus’ waist.

Kissing Sirius felt easy— in a way that it felt familiar but still had all the elements that made a kiss fun. It was exactly what he would expect Sirius’ kisses to feel like.

And then Remus sensed it. A new presence.

He pulled off from Sirius and raised his wand, pointing it to his side and quickly shooting out a stunning spell. Sirius followed right after and sealed it with a body-bind curse.

The person fell with unnatural rigidness and Remus had to wince from the no doubt painful impact their target’s head had with the pavement. A wand lay next to the body, which was already enough confirmation.

Remus sighed in relief then, knowing this essentially brought the field mission to a close, and that’s when he became aware how he was slightly breathless.

“Good job,” he murmured to the air. He avoided Sirius’ face by casting disillusionment charms around them before anyone caught sight of the unconscious-looking body and to safely Disapparate.

“You too,” came Sirius’ short response. “Very quick thinking.”

This elicited an unexpected snort from Remus. The next thing he knew, Sirius was knelt next to him, one hand gripping the body’s arm, the other extended in an offer. “Let’s go?”

“Yeah,” Remus said and took his hand.

After one loud crack, the corner alley returned to being deserted.

3/3 As defiance

#part3 soon!#my fic #wolfstar #wolfstar fluff #wolfstar fic #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #hp marauders

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sunflowerdarlingx · 3 years

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Fred Weasley - “I need you”

Hi, I hope everyone is okay!

This is my first non-smutty imagine that I’m writing here so please let me know what you think. I want to write a follow up chapter (maybe two) about the relationship getting back on track and the perks of their relationship being back to normal ;). Please let me know if you would be interested in that <3

Female Reader

Warnings: None

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“George and I leave tomorrow”, Y/N couldn’t help but let the tears fall freely down her rosy cheeks, she was so happy for Fred but the thought of him not being with her for the rest of the school year broke her heart.

“Oh Freddie...I’m gonna miss you so mu..much but I know you’re going to live your dream” she said in between sniffles “I can’t wait to see the shop when school finishes” she leans in to kiss him, but Fred turns his head away from her, standing up to look down at her.

“Actually Y/N, I think it will be best if you don’t come in past the shop during the holidays” Y/N gave him a confused look and Fred had to hold back his tears. “We need to break up Y/N...”, to say Y/N was shocked was an understatement, it was only a few days ago that Fred was telling her how excited he was to start a life with her outside of Hogwarts.

“What? Why?” she took his hand in hers “Freddie if I’ve done something to upset you then I’m sorry, but surely, we can fix this...” her breathing became uneasy as Fred’s emotionless stare looked down at her, “I mean, we’ve been together for 4 years”, Y/N was now sobbing as Fred pulled his hand from her grasp.

“It was fun while it lasted, don’t get me wrong.” Fred clenched his fists at his side, all he wanted to do was wipe her tears away, beg her for forgiveness and remind her of how much he loved her, but he couldn’t. He knew the safest thing for her was to be away from him, his family were a growing target and the chances of a war happening was getting higher each and every day. He was going to keep her safe. “But the truth is, I just don’t love you anymore, you’re boring now Y/N, every day is the same and I need to find something better... I need to find someone better, someone more on my level”.

Y/N felt her heart shatter, she was always openly honest with Fred about her insecurities, she always felt like she wasn’t good enough for him – not pretty enough, smart enough, funny enough, just not enough - and she always thought he could do better. Hearing Fred say it sent a shockwave of pain throughout her body, like a thousand daggers stabbing into her.

Fred knew he had to make her hate him, that was the only way she would stay away. But fuck... the look in her eyes broke him, picking at her insecurities was never something he wanted to do, he hated seeing her upset and knowing that he was the one who caused it made him want lock himself away and never come back.

Shock took over Y/N’s sad face but was soon replaced by anger, “if that’s what makes you happy Fred, I hope you find someone better” she took her ring off her finger and threw it at him before running up the stairs to her dorm.

That was over a year ago. Y/N hadn’t seen Fred since, she avoided Diagon ally as much as she could, and would only visit the Weasley’s when she knew there wouldn’t be a chance of him stopping by. Everyone was furious with Fred when they found out what he said but they all had to move on. She began to see the family less and less. When she heard about the war that was soon to start at Hogwarts from a letter Fleur sent, she made her way straight there.

Now Y/N was stood watching the place she loved, the place she called home for so many years burn around her and crumble into a million pieces. Running down the corridor she threw spells in every direction, disarming a death eater and helping one of the girls in Harry’s year get to safety, Lavender she thinks her name is. She continues down the corridor helping those she knows and dodging every spell.

Fred is stood with Percy as the battle rages around them, Fred is surprised by Percy cracking a joke and can’t help but crack a joke himself.

As Y/N turns a corner she sees him, stopping dead in her tracks. She always imagined seeing him again, but it was usually in a coffee shop or at the Weasleys, she never thought it would be like this. Memories of their time together came flooding back, all the nights cuddled by the fire in the common room, all the silly excuses she made to get him out of detention, all the summers spent at the burrow, her first kiss, her first date, her first everything really flashed before her eyes.

Running over in their direction to help she noticed Fred looked away at Percy, a smile on his face. She couldn’t help but smile too, he always found a way to stay happy, Augustus Rockwood raised his wand, an explosion booming around them. Fred was to distracted to react, the same memories flooding his head.

“FRED” her scream echoes through the hall as he looks over to her “ARESTO MOMENTUM” she shouts and the rubble around him slow down, just enough for him to run out of the way. She runs over to him shoving him in the chest “what the fuck were you thinking Fred! In case you hadn’t noticed there is a war going on. Fucking focus” she goes to shove him again and he grabs her wrist, pulling her close and casting a spell behind her, sending a death eater into the wall and onto the floor.

“Take your own advice, there's already enough of them trying to kill me, don’t need you trying to as well” and with that they continue fighting. They stay together the whole time, protecting each other, at first, she tried to go off on her own, but Fred wouldn’t let her.

Not a day went by where he didn’t miss her, he knew once the war was over it was going to be his mission to get her back. If she wasn’t there at the school fighting, he would have died, she saved his life and would never let her forget how much she meant to him.

After hours which felt like days the war ended. So many innocent lives were lost, and Y/N would make sure they were not forgotten. She walked into the great hall with Fred and was immediately pulled into different hugs with different people.

The whole situation was so overwhelming, she didn’t know whether she should cry, scream or be happy that it was over. She was numb. She slipped out of the great hall and down to the lake. She lay on the grass and watched the birds fly in the clouds. Fred came out looking for her and saw her sitting, walking over slowly and lay down beside her. Y/N looked at him out the corner of her eye and looked back up at the sky, she was exhausted.

“Look Y/N...” Fred turned on his side, Y/N held her hand up to him in a stopping motion. “Not right now Fred, I don’t need to hear about how much better I could have been” she spat, keeping her eyes on the sky. Fred sat up and picked at the grass.

“I just wanted to say thank you, for you know, saving me and all that” he whispers, “I left you, so you were safe” he mumbles, and she sits up beside him. Fred is trying to hold back tears, he broke her heart trying to keep her safe, but she still was put in danger. He was horrible to her and she still saved him, she still protected him.

“What was that?” she turns her body to him and watches him closely, taking note of his glossy eyes and quivering lip. “I...I said thank you” he takes a deep breath and turns to look at her “do you still love me Y/N?”.

Confusion washes over her, of course she did, she never stopped. No matter what said, she couldn’t just stop loving him, he was her everything but she was scared to tell him that. “Fred you said some pretty nasty things when we split up” her voice was shaky but she hoped he wouldn’t notice.

Fred couldn’t hold back the tears as a broken sob left his lips, “I...I know. I’m so sorry Y/N...so fucking sorry...I wanted to keep you safe...I didn’t want you to get hurt...I didn’t mean what I said that night..” his voice comes out in uneven cries as he tries to control his breathing. Y/N moves over to him wrapping her arms around him.

“Woah...calm down” his body shakes beneath her “it’s okay...we can talk about it, just try calm down please” his cries get louder, and her shirt is soaked with tears. Fred doesn’t see how he can make this better, he was an arse, a straight up cock and he doesn’t know what to do. “Freddie, please”, he hadn’t heard her call him that since the night they split, he looks up at her through blurry tears.

His breathing slows slightly as she rubs soothing circles on his back while her other hand plays with his hair “Y/N..I love you... I always have. I thought we had to break up to keep you safe, I had to make you hate me so I wouldn’t come back but the last year and a bit have been hell without you. All I’ve wanted to do is talk to you, I can’t stop thinking about you and I...I need you in my life. It’s like I'm missing a piece of me. Please give me another chance, I'll do anything, please...I'm begging you”.

Y/N would be lying if she said he didn’t want to take him back there and then, but she was worried. What if he was only saying this because of what they just went through? What if he regretted it and broke her heart all over again? The look in his eyes pulled her in, he looked at her like he used to, not with the cold stare he gave her the night he broke her.

“Freddie, I'm willing to give you a chance but I don’t know if we can go back to how things were. What if we’ve lost the connection we had? Or what if you’re only saying this because of what we’ve just gone through? It’s gonna take time”. He pulled away from her embrace and placed a hand on her cheek, wiping away a few tears that Y/N hadn’t even realised had been falling.

“If you let me have time then I promise I will make it up to you, I will prove it to you every day if you let me..just please give me the time to show you”, Y/N nods her head slowly and Fred leans in closer “c... can I kiss you?”, his voice is barely a whisper, his nerves taking over.

“Yes” her answer is a hushed whisper, Fred places his lips on hers and the fit together perfectly, like they were made for each other, moving in perfect harmony. “Come to the burrow with me? We are all going to stay there for a while...we can sort this out I know we can”, Y/N can’t help the small smile that graces her features “Sure Freddie”.

They make their way back to the castle, Fred grabbing her hand shyly to hold, worried he scares her away. They get back up to the castle and they are met by Molly and Arthur.

“Ah Fred, we were just coming to get you” Molly says looking down at their interlocked hands, a small smile crossing her features for the first time in a long time “are you coming to dear?” she looks over at Y/N.

“If that’s okay with you Mr and Mrs Weasley?” Y/N asks softly, Molly pulls her into her embrace “Oh, enough of the formalities, we are Molly and Arthur to you, just like we always were. Of course, you can come sweetheart; you will always be a member of this family whether with Fred or not” she leans into Y/N’s ear “but by the looks of things you two are making a mend” she whispers causing Y/N to blush. “I’m so happy you’re alright” she gives her a tight squeeze before letting Y/N go.

The first few hours at the burrow was spent together as a family, happy to have everyone together in one piece. One by one people slowly make their way to bed, leaving Y/N and Fred in the living room. Fred explained everything and they talked everything through. It was agreed that Y/N would spend the next few weeks there and then stay with Fred and George in their flat when they went back.

Fred knew what it was like to not have her by his side, and he wasn’t willing to experience it ever again.

Part two

#Fred weasley imagine #Fred weasley x reader #Fred Weasley smut

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liptonsbabe · 3 years

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Chains of a family [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Grant! Reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Summary: Molly knows about the reader’s relatives and she’s not so sure to put her trust in a girl that had just betrayed her own family

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Hi! i’m so happy that you guys liked this thing! thank you so much for your support and, again, if you want to keep reading this let me know. Same note as ever, english not my mother language, so tell me if something’s is wrong.

Chapter 2: Not your family

The next morning turned out to be quieter than you imagined.

You slowly got out of bed and looked at everything around you noticing how quaint Bill's old room was. The ceiling was lined with grainy wallpaper with stacks of photographs of Quidditch players hanging from the reeds that moved from side to side, simulating the playing field; the right side of the room had a huge hole behind the small stool that tried to hide it, and from that hole a small garden gnome was sleeping peacefully with a small piece of cloth on top of his head. You stood up, walking towards the huge window that gave you a beautiful view of the Weasley's garden that at that moment was covered by a thin layer of drizzle that had fallen during the night.

Molly's fruit trees gleamed under the faint rays of the sun and you saw how a doxy from between the leaves poisoned Mrs. Weasley's apples, causing them to fall from the tree branches in a thick black mass with a foul smell coming out of it. You shook your head, excited to witness a very different way to wake up.

Even though several minutes have passed since you woke up, the house continued to remain in a strange silence that made you think that the family had decided to leave the burrow with the intention of buying more supplies or something like that. You knew that Bill wasn’t at home precisely for his obligations within the Order, so you didn’t worry about looking for him around the room, so you decided that a better option was going down to the dining room and know what was happening.

As you went down the spiral staircase, you cursed in a whisper when you forgot to put on your slippers before leaving the bedroom cause the floor was so cold that you slipped a couple of times. Back in the days, when you were still welcome in your parents' house, you had many servants who did all the things for you - putting on your shoes as soon as you woke up was one of those things - but now that your life had changed so much, you assumed that you would have to adapt and start taking care of your own needs.

Your curious eyes roamed the walls covered in family photos that caused a big warmth in your chest. In each of those photographs, all of Molly's children appeared along with their father, smiling for the camera and sending effusive greetings. A pic was hanging at the fireplace were Molly and Arthur were carrying a small white bundle crying his lungs out. You assumed it was Bill as his parents seemed too young back then and even as a small baby, you could recognize those tantrum features anywhere.

A giggle escaped your lips when you noticed a funny sequence from that same photo in which, even with Bill crying in his mother's arms, his father tried to carry him for a moment to calm him down, however the baby's cries didn’t stop. The baby was so annoyed that he ended throwing up the milk ration that he must have had before the photo session on his father's neat shirt.

You laughed because you knew that William's impertinence was something he had carried with him for several years now.

"Bill hates those photos." You jumped in your place scared to see Molly standing behind you. Your cheeks turned red “He says that it’s embarassing but i think that’s nonsense. He was an adorable baby”

"he was," you answered, looking anywhere but into Molly's shrewd eyes. "but I guess displaying them in the fireplace isn’t the right thing to do."

“Is it not?

"No, they should be at the front door where everyone can see them”

Molly giggled as you watched the sequence of photos over and over again. A silence settled between you, but surprisingly it was not an awkward silence, but one that was allowing you to create a bond that neither of you expected. Mrs. Weaslsey brought up a rag, wiping it around the corners of the photo from the dust.

"Arthur and I had to save up for months to take those pictures," she mentioned wistfully, "we just had Bill and it seemed like a good idea to welcome him into our family with a gesture like that. Arthur was new in the ministry and wasn't earning too much, but we had that quirk and decided we could afford to skip certain things to pay for the pictures. It cost us ten galleons and it still took us four months to gather them”

“Oh” You didn't know what to say, but you just kept looking at the photograph feeling a bit uncomfortable. You never had those problems at home because your family was insanelly rich thanks to the inheritance in life that your grandfather Tim had left to his son and later to his grandchildren. Even the descendants of your grandfather's servants came to work in your house, reason enough for you and your siblings to grow up with no sense of responsibility other than your own wishes. Molly sighed remembering those times when life seemed to be easier.

"So when Bill asked me to remove it from the fireplace, I refused. He doesn't know how hard it was to raise that money, but I think he has nothing to be ashamed of, he was too adorable!

"I don't doubt it for a second, Mrs. Weasley."

"You can call me Molly," she said, walking back to the kitchen where you continued watching the way the pans moved back and forth preparing breakfast. You were not very good at cooking - in fact, you had never cooked before- however, that didn’t stop you from offering your help. So you took a pan, placed it on the stove, and decided that you would find a way to make a good mountain of strawberry-filled pancakes just like your dear nanny did. Molly observed you carefully. "I think that now that you are living with us it is appropriate to have a more cordial treatment.My son told me a lot about you”

“Just the good things, i hope”

“Kind of” You stopped mixing ingredients to look at her carefully” He told us a bunch of marvelous things about you and how you two met. Actually, what worries me the most is what he didn’t tell us”

And there was the recrimination you were waiting for. You were aware that it had to arrive sooner or later, however, you would have been grateful that it did it when Bill were by your side to give you the opportunity to defend yourself properly. You cleared your throat uncomfortably, knowing that what Molly needed to hear from your own lips was which family you came from. You continued your task with the pancakes, turning out as bad as you expected.

"I'm sorry it turned out this way, Mrs. Weasley."

"Molly," he corrected.

"Molly" you smiled slowly "But believe me when I tell you that it was me who asked William not to mention anything about my last name or where I come from. I know that in this case, with the war above our heads, it is necessary to be certain of the people who enter your family and I apologize for that, it's just ... Bill is very important to me” Molly's eyes narrowed “Since we met ... I have found a home in him and well, all that feels when someone is in love. "Mrs. Weasley shook her head, understanding the feeling." I have experienced the rejection before. When people know that Tom Riddle is my family ... they run away in fear, curse my family and even walk away from us, as if sharing a blood bond makes us as evil as he is.

“And it’s not like that?” Molly asked with a hand on her neck. She didn’t want to be like the others and judge you without knowing the full story, just as she had promised Bill the night before that she would, but it was so difficult not to remember the death of his brothers by Voldemort’s hands and to pretend nothing had happened in the past. You sighed because the eggs you cracked on the bowl got mixed with their own shell “ I've heard of the Grants before, they're all Death Eaters, including your siblings!”

“It is difficult to have to choose a side when you don’t have your own convictions”

"And you have it?"

You looked at Molly in pain. Of course you expected those reactions from Bill's mother, she was within her right to be upset that her oldest son never told her that he was in a relationship with a girl who seemed to have the most fucking powerful and evil wizard in the world as a great-uncle. No, Molly wasn't mad, she was deadly angry, she felt like she was bursting!

Her hands became fists and without knowing how, you found yourself between the wall and Molly's big arms from one second to the other. The pancake batter was forgotten, as was the woman's promise to treat her son's girlfriend in a good way.

"How is it possible ..." Molly questioned in an agitated voice, pressing your arms against the wall, "... that a single deer leaves the nature of its own herd?" How can you ensure that one rotten apple even in a gold container doesn’t rot the others?”Your breath caught at the questions of the woman in front of you. Once again, you were aware that your presence wouldn’t be good news to them, but at least you hoped they understood your motives before judging you “Explain to me, (Y/ N) Grant, when have you seen a pig away from his equals?”

Your words caught in your throat at Molly's fierce question. Bill had talked a lot about the temper of his mother. Even if she could be really grumpy at times, she was in general a very sweet, pleasant and maternal woman with everyone; however, you didn’t fit into that generality because it seemed that the woman was determined to kill you with her own hands.

"If my presence bothers you so much, then you shouldn't have let Bill and I to stay here."

“He's my son! All I want for him is to be happy, and that's why I don't understand what he managed to see in you”

"Maybe the same thing you saw in your husband." Molly's lips twitched in anger, but you didn't stop. You hoped that she would at least understand what your words meant, because that would make it easier for both of you to try at least get along better, even if Molly seemed not to want to do it under any circumstances. How is it that this haughty little girl dared to compare herself with her dear and wonderful husband? "I'm sorry, but I don't think this conversation is going to take us anywhere."

"If someone betrays his own family ..." Molly stopped you before you walked out the front door. The others got down the stairs, seeing the scandal formed in the kitchen “The rest of us can't expect too much, can we?

Your eyes blured.

#bill weasley #bill weasley imagines #bill weasley x reader #harry potter imagine #domhnall gleeson imagine #domhnall gleeson #harry potter #fred weasley imagines #weasley

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jadedxrealityw · 3 years

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-Lipstick- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

Request: heyy! i was wondering if you could do a draco x slytherin! female reader where they're secretly dating and after a make out session in the broom closet, she enters at the great hall and her friend tells her that her lipstick was smeared and her tie was loose, and then draco enters the great hall with messy hair and lipstick on his neck, then her friend connects the dots and kinda freak out!!! i saw a pov on tiktok and this idea has just been playing on my mind for a while now hahahaha

Kody- lmao this is going to be too funny.

Warning: cursing, mature themes, Draco being dom and a horny bastard.

House: Slytherin

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a groan fell past his lips as you tugged on the platinum locks on his head. He continued to leave hot kisses on your neck, as his hand traced small circles on your inner thigh. “Draco” you whine, feeling his smirk against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“So needy darling” he teases, removing his mouth from your neck and captures your lips in his. You respond to his rough kiss and pull harsher on his hair, causing the Slytherin to hiss. You both pull and grab at each others like it be the last time you two could.

which as half true. See you and Draco Malfoy were in a relationship going on for 6 months now, but both of you had decided to keep it a secret. Draco didn’t want his family interfering in his relationship and people to use you against him. If anyone ever hurt you to get to him, he wouldn’t know what to do.

oh yeah, the young Malfoy told you about his family's history of being death-eaters and such and much to his surprise you still loved the boy the same. He knew in that moment he had found the right girl and swore on his heart that he’d never let you go.

those were the times he was sweet and caring. Now was not one of those times. You see Draco liked being dominant over you, watching you squirm and whine for his touch was a breathtaking sight. He liked how you responded to the simplest of touch.

back to the sin, Draco bites your bottom lip gently, pulling it back a bit before letting go. You take the opportunity start nipping at his own neck, hearing his own whines and groans (i can’t take myself seriously) which made you grin. You plant a chaste kiss before pulling back.

he glared at you “your not in charge here darling” he spoke in a low tone as his hands worked there way up your uniform shirt and began to unbutton it, undoing your tie just enough to slip it over your head. He throws it somewhere on the ground of the closet before turning his attention back to you.

he began to plant kisses on your collar bone, stopping occasionally to leave dark purple love bites in various spots. Claiming his territory he would call it everytime you would complain. You bit your bottom lip to suppress any loud noises that threatened to leave your mouth.

you felt your body ignite in sparks as he started to trail his mouth lower, kissing the valley between your breast once before he slowly gets onto his knees. His mouth reached the top of your skirt before he’s startled by kids being loud in the hallway. Lunch had started and students were flooding the halls.

you look down at the now scowling boy and watches as he stands up “I hate having little to no time with you” he grumbles. You give him a small smile as you begin to button up your shirt again. “I’m all yours when we graduate” you reply, trying to lift his spirits.

he raises a brow for a moment before crouching down to grab your tie from the floor “That day can’t come soon enough” he mutters and places the tie around your neck. You smile at his small pout “I’ll leave first okay?” you say, his response was only a quick nod.

you turn to the door and went to reach for the handle of the door when Draco grabs your wrist and spins you around to face him again. He places a sweet and quick kiss on your lips “I love you” he mumbles against your lips. Your unable to control the wide smile forming on yout face.

“i love you too” you say back, making the pale boy smile along with you. He raises your hand to his mouth and presses a kiss to your knuckles before letting go. You finally open the door and peek out to check if anyone was around before stepping out.

♡~🐍~♡

you take a seat next to the one and only Theodore Nott, your best friend for life. “Oh hey- what in the fuck happened to you?” he laughs, your brow raising in confusion “what do you mean?” you ask while he picks up his napkin and began to wipe the sides of your mouth.

“your lipstick is smeared” he says and you feel your face flush, remembering the earlier events. “Oh, i took a nap last class, it must have smeared my makeup i guess” you shrug it off, thinking that if you didn’t care about it then neither would he.

Theo nods slowly before looking at your clothes “your tie is messed up and you button your shirt wrong as well” he points out. You look down quickly and began to fix it “I was in a rush this morning, silly me right?” “i think you need more sleep” Theo chuckles and turns to the table, grabbing a serving spoon.

you nod mindlessly and grab the pitcher of water to pour some in your glass. “There you are Malfoy! Had fun with a girl i see” you heard Blaise Zabini speak. You turned to look at the pale boy and spot the lipstick on his neck and his messy hair. Oh shit.

Draco sits down next to his mate and rolls his eyes “The bloody hell are you talking about Zabini?” he scoffs, reaching up to fix his platinum blond mess. “The lipstick on your neck” he says. You hear Theos fork drop and your whole world crash around you. ‘No, Theo please be stupid’ you feel a tap on your shoulder.

you face the brown haired Slytherin who points to Draco then you “So, how long?” he asked in a hushed tone. You sigh, knowing full well that you had been caught “6 months” “6 months!?-” you put a hand over his mouth a glare. “Yes, so Theo shut up. We are not going public until we graduate”

Theo nods slowly “Because of his shit family, right?” you nod slowly and he seems to understand “Well i think you two are a cute couple” he says, sending you a wink. You laugh softly and nudge his shoulder “Promise you won’t tell?” you say, making sure he’d keep quiet.

the Slytherin nods “Promise” he says and holds out his pinkie for you to take. You smile at his childish behaviour and wrapped your finger around his.

♡~🐍~♡

Kody- this is so short and complete crap, but i’m tired guys. Anyways, peace.

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In Love and Death chapter 13

Harry Potter AU

Link to Chapter 12

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M

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“You’re pregnant, Y/n, and I am just curious, does Regulus know?”

You stood looking at Evan with wide eyes. Everyone was going to find out the truth sooner or later. You weren’t going to be able to hide under oversized sweaters or kitchen counters forever.

“I would sure hope that he knows.”

You snapped before adding.

“Now will you hush before everyone else hears?”

Before Evan could respond, Tonks and Remus fell through the kitchen door. Tonks looked up with a huge blush on her face. You groaned.

“Were you two listening at the door?”

Remus stood up and pulled Tonks up with him. He quickly dusted off his shirt before turning to you.

“I was coming to make tea and she was hovering by the keyhole.”

Tonks was across the room and had you in a giant hug before you were able to move.

“How did that potion work so fast? I didn’t think it could be possible…”

“She didn’t take the potion.”

Regulus replied as he stepped into the kitchen He had heard the commotion from the other room and figured it was best to go ahead and get this moment over with.

“You mean to tell me that you two did it….”

Regulus rolled his eyes at Tonks’ question.

“Yes, we did it.”

Tonks squealed even louder.

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

You carefully wiggled away from your best friend in order to breathe.

“Well, we wanted to make sure that everything was okay before running our mouths. It looks like Evan was just a bit slicker than I planned.”

Evan grinned.

“I just know things.”

He had to stifle a laugh at the expression on Regulus’ face.

“Well, I guess you would know. The funny thing about you knowing everything is the fact that you thought having Emma jump up and down after sex would stop her from getting pregnant.”

Evan’s sly smile faded as Regulus smiled slyly. You, meanwhile, shook your head and went back to the sink.

“And another reason why teenagers having sex is stupid stupid stupid.”

Evan scowled in your direction.

“And if we hadn’t you wouldn’t be here.”

“Okay, we can stop this conversation.”

Regulus hissed. The less that he had to talk about events in the past the happier that he would be. Evan nodded.

“I agree. Horrible conversation...our past sucked.”

“Evan, I said stop.”

Regulus muttered. Tonks looked away from the little spat that Evan and Regulus were having and turned back to you.

“How far are you?”

“3 ½ months.”

Tonks squealed.

“I’m so happy for you. Everything is going to be just fine.”

You nodded but was still a bit worried about how long “just fine” would last?

“Things in my life just don’t go fine, Dora. Something is going to go crazy before long. I just know it.”

Tonks smiled and lovingly pulled you into a hug.

“It's just baby jitters. I promise everything will be fine. Just take a step back and take a few nice breaths.”

The following three months passed without much excitement and you were just fine with it. To appease Regulus, you agreed to stop working as much. You weren’t as thrilled as he was about it, however. Sitting locked in Grimmauld Place day after day was beginning to get old. Whenever Tonks went off for a raid or a mission for the order, you sat watching her with an expression of jealousy on your face. You had never been a “sit back and take it easy” type.

You were thankful when Christmas time came around and this year it was going to be at the burrow. Christmas was going to be a good time but also a nerve wrecking time. You knew that Harry was going to realize about your condition. Part of you was concerned that he and Regulus were going to have some kind of epic showdown.

No one needs that.

You muttered, stepping into the burrow. Regulus had already promised that he would be on his best behavior. Glancing to your love, Regulus had his serious expression on his face. Regulus’ level of “protective boyfriend” had gone from 1 to 1,000 over the past few months. Something told you that if Harry started something Regulus would have no issue with finishing it.

“Reggie…”

His eyes rolled over to you darkly.

“I told you that I won’t hurt him. I’ll be nice.”

Regulus struggled with the word “nice.” While Regulus knew that killing Harry wasn’t an option that didn’t mean that he couldn’t break off a few pieces. Regulus quickly shook the thoughts from his head. If he hurt Harry in the slightest, you would be furious with him...that was the last thing that Regulus wanted.

When you gave him a sweet smile, Regulus knew that you were pleased with his answer.

“Thank you, love.”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat at the table eagerly talking to Kingsley when you stepped in with Regulus behind you. It had been a few months since you had seen Kingsley. He looked up with a surprised smile. Clearly, he was surprised with your condition as anyone else.

“Well, look at that...someone finally caught you.”

Kingsley’s comment itself made you laugh. He of all people knew how you felt about having children and now here you were having one.

“Yeah, it looks like it.”

You commented before turning to face Harry. He sat with his mouth open while Ron and Hermione had wide eyes.

“It's good to see you all.”

Hermione was the first one to be able to speak. From the first time that she had seen you with Regulus, Hermione had a feeling that this relationship was a lot more serious than Harry believed. She had been trying to convince Harry since that day in the hospital to give up on any hopes of getting into a relationship with you. Now that you were having a child with Regulus there was just another nail in the proverbial coffin.

“Y/n, we had no idea. Congratulations.”

You smiled. Hermione’s comment was stunned yet genuine. Harry sat quietly for a moment longer.

“Yeah...congratulations. If you all will excuse me...I think Mr. Weasley needed some help with something.”

Regulus, meanwhile, gave Harry a small smile and a little sarcastic wave as the boy left the room. Again, Regulus wasn’t for sure why he was so insecure when it came to Harry but he was. The boy was turning Regulus into one hell of a petty bitch. He knew that he didn’t have anything to worry about but antagonizing him seemed to be fun.

Remus, meanwhile, had watched the whole thing with an annoyed expression on his face. You gave Remus an annoyed look as if telling him how “not in the mood for this” you were. Remus quickly stood.

“Regulus and Harry I want to talk to you both...alone.”

Both Regulus and Harry frowned before following Remus into another room. Remus turned with a loud sigh.

“Whatever you two have going on between each other needs to stop. This has gone on long enough. Harry, I am sorry but Y/n is in love with Regulus and they are having a child together. Regulus, getting under Harry’s skin isn’t fair for him or for Y/n. Whether you like it or not, Y/n and Harry have had a long friendship that shouldn’t be disrupted because of your relationship. I will also say that Y/n doesn’t deserve to have to choose between the two of you. Do you both understand?”

Regulus and Harry looked at each other out of the corners of their eyes before nodding.

“Fine.”

Regulus muttered. Remus did have a point. As you got further along, Regulus didn’t want to give you any reason to be more stressed. He could be nice (or his version of nice) to Harry for now once the kid was born, Regulus could gleefully go back to antagonizing Harry.

“You’re right.”

Harry replied. Remus smiled.

“Good, now I don’t care if you like each other. You can hate each other for what it's worth but let's act like adults. If the two of you care about Y/n then you will put your petty differences aside.”

“Okay.”

Harry responded. Regulus didn’t make any facial expression.

“Do I have to hug him?”

Remus groaned.

“Regulus, did you hear anything that I said?”

Regulus gave Remus an extra sassy nod.

“I’m not deaf. I’ll be...nice to him but I’m not hugging him.”

Remus put a hand over his face.

“Fine...go find Y/n and be pleasant to her.”

The next hour passed with a bit more peace. Harry and Regulus could be in the same room with each other without shouting insults at each other. You had been talking quietly to Tonks when Harry made a comment about Draco being a death eater.

“Draco Malfoy a death eater?”

You questioned. Harry nodded as Hermione shook her head.

“Yes, Y/n. Harry is under the impression that Draco is now a death eater.”

This wasn’t surprising news to you. If there was one person that you had always expected to see as a death eater it was Draco Malfoy. Although you considered Draco to be a giant coward, if his father told him to be a death eater, he would do it.

“He is, Hermione. There is no denying it.”

You glanced over at Regulus, who had sat up after hearing what he wanted in the conversation.

“If he’s anything like his father then he’s a giant pussy.”

“Regulus.”

You said his name with a smirk. Regulus shrugged.

“It's the truth. Love. Lucius never does anything unless it's going to make him look good. You should have seen him at his initiation. It was laughable.”

Harry found himself staring at the dark mark on Regulus’ arm that was clearly visible under his rolled-up sleeves.

“What was yours?”

Regulus’ eyes flickered to Harry before he smiled. He ignored how you were looking at him with wary eyes. It didn’t matter that you were raised with the dark arts, Regulus could see the discomfort brewing under the surface.

“You don’t want to know. How old is Draco?”

“16”

Hermione answered.

“The same age that I was. Voldemort must be getting desperate for followers again. Look, if you think that your little classmate is a death eater then he most likely is. I would tell you if he was or wasn’t but I, unfortunately, don’t have the contacts that I used to.”

Harry scooted to the edge of his seat. Regulus’ unbothered tone when speaking about being a death eater made him nervous. The expression on your face didn’t help either.

“How did you just quit? I thought that it was for life.”

Harry questioned. Regulus smirked again.

“It is for life. Trust me, I don’t lay low just for shits and giggles. If they get me...let's just say it won’t be pretty.”

“Can we stop this conversation?”

You asked. Although you knew, what would happen if another death eater got their hands on Regulus, you didn’t want to think of it. He was a traitor in their eyes and that wasn’t something that was looked highly upon by Voldemort. You would never see Regulus again and at the moment you couldn't mentally handle that thought.

The rest of the night passed without much excitement. Tonks and Remus decided to leave a little early. Remus was feeling rough due to his cycle and wanted nothing more than to pass out. Molly had offered to keep Teddy in order for his parents to have one night of peace. Stepping outside the door, you frowned at how Remus was looking out into the darkness. Tonks evidently was seeing the same thing.

“Sweetheart?”

She said in a sweet loving tone. Before Remus could respond there was a loud bang followed by fire surrounding the burrow. In front of you stood none other than freaking Bellatrix Lestrange.

“That bitch. I have been looking for her!”

You snapped as Harry pushed his way through the bodies in the doorway.

“Harry!”

Remus and Tonks shouted at the same time as he took off down the steps and across the lawn. Before you could register what was going on Ginny too was down the steps going after Harry all while ignoring her parent's panicked screams.

“Oh like hell, this is going to happen.”

You hissed before pulling loose from the grip that Regulus had on you. Taking off the steps, you ignored Regulus screaming for you to stop. Taking your wand out, you cleared a path through the fire. You were not about to watch one of your best friends die when there was plenty that you could do.

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