#listen you can't tell me there's not a least a small part of Riddle that isn't batshit insane

[patrophthia]

mini skirts part two (draft ver. two)

The Malfoy's cabin is the slightest bit chilly, even during the harsh winter weather. Although The floor's a bit cold to touch, your feet slowly adjusting to its temperature each step you take from your bedroom, down the stairs and into the living room. 

There's a figure sat on the couch, dark eyes screwed shut as his head tilts backwards. Theodore's shirt is loose, a few sizes too big on him and so are his pyjama pants —it's all too blue, falling just above his ankles. It's clear that the clothes he adorned wasn't his, having borrowed Blaise's when Pansy spilled her guts over your pyjama, and having been too prideful as your 'bestfriend' to let you wear anyone but his clothes. 

It's the morning after New Years Eves —or in an easier term, the first day of the new year. Draco having brought up the idea to stay at his family's vacation home —a cabin surrounded by nature, and yet still close enough to a village for you to be able to enjoy yourself during your break. 

"Headache?" You ask lowly, taking a seat at the other end of the couch before kicking your feet on top of his lap, letting your leg fall between his thighs. 

Theodore opens his eyes slightly, peering at you before he shakes his head. "Just sleepy," he says, opening his eyes up fully. "I took a hangover cure and it's making me drowsy." 

"Ahhh." It's a slight gasp of understanding, nothing that really adds to the conversation besides letting him know that you were listening to him. "You should take a nap." 

Theodore only nod's absentmindedly, his hand finding your ankle to rub soothing circles on your skin. His touch replacing the cool air with something much warmer. 

Your eyes glance around the room, taking in the fact that it's very much empty; a silent lull to what would normally be an all too rowdy living room. "Where's the others?" 

"Pansy felt guilty for ruining your clothes so she dragged Zabini and Malfoy out to get something new for you," Theo murmurs, eyes trained on the shorts peeking beneath your —well technically his, shirt. "and Riddle went out with his 'one night stand' for breakfast." 

"Is it a one night stand if he's getting breakfast with them?" You asked, reveling in Theo's attention. 

" 'asked him that and he told me to 'fuck off Nott'."

"Sounds like him," you snorted, only for it to turn into a full blown laugh when Theo wraps both hands around your ankles and pulls you closer to him —your head bumping against the cushion a little too hard for your liking. "Ow!" There's a slight swat to his arm. "Should've warned me." 

"Sorry." He doesn't really mean it judging by the slight chuckle in his voice. His smile is soft, gazing down at you adoringly like he always did. 

You try your best to at least look mad —upset even at the small bump you'd just had but when he looks at you with so much care, you can't even bring yourself to do anything but manage out a soft giggle. "Hi." 

"Hello," he says softly, before he leans in and kisses you; it's light and saccharine, Theodore pulling away all too quickly for you to be able to kiss him back. "Happy new years, sweet girl." 

"Happy new years, Theo," you murmur, lips brushing against his with each words you said. 

He doesn't reply, opting to instead close the small gap between you, slowly guiding you back up to rest your head on the arm of the sofa. He presses a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling back, nudging for your legs to open up so he could sit in between them. "I'm sorry I didn't kiss you last night." 

" 's okay," you tell him, feeling your heart skip a beat when his fingers skims beneath your shirt. "Our friends were there." 

"Still," he replies lowly, "should've snuck off to kiss you, you deserved a new years kiss." 

You know it's your fault he feels this way, having been the one to propose the idea of hiding your relationship from your friend. And though Theodore wants more than anything else to proudly say that we was more than your best friend —that he was your boyfriend, he also knew that what you wanted to keep this to yourself for now. 

Or at least until Blaise stops bugging you about why you were walking weird after the party last month —both you and Theodore have half the though that Blaise already knows, he was just waiting for you to admit it so he could claim that he'd been the one who got you two together. 

"Stop." There's a slight frown on your face, and Theo can't help himself but to brush the lines on your forehead away with his thumb. "I've got it now, that's more than I could ask for." 

His hand trails down to cup your face, tilting your face up so you'd look at him; before dipping beneath to press kisses down your jaw, his free hand sliding down the side of your body and finding home between your thigh. 

His hand is slow, rubbing soothing circles where they’re sat; his other hand pulling you closer to him, his head hidden within the crook of your neck.

Pulling back slightly, Theodore eases your legs further apart, fingers slipping beneath your panties.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

hi, my love :) I really love these themed nights.

character: Eddie

prompt: "Good girl, that's it." and "Eyes on me."

trope: injury/enemies to lovers

have fun with this one and be as creative as you want to :)

I LOVE THIS AND YOU.

There was a sense of shock that riddles Eddie's expression, his chest heaving as he looks back and forth from my eyes, all the way down to the huge gash across my abdomen. Robin sits beside me, biting anxiously at her nails as Nancy tries desperately to fix what can't be fixed.

The look in his eyes is something I've never seen directed my way, we've always been on each others cases over the stupidest things, bickering and at each others throats during every group meeting and DnD campaign. But, right now, it's as if all of that's forgotten.

"Eddie..." Steve starts but he doesn't finish his sentence as Eddie walks into the version of Nancy's bedroom that we're all crowding. He shakes his head with a small sigh and his brows furrow in confusion.

"When did this happen?" He asks, not able to tear his eyes away from my injury as I fight the urge to cry and writhe around the bed, the pain becoming so bad that I feel as if I could pass out at any second.

"Back with the bats... she just didn't say anything- why didn't you say anything?" Robin asks, her voice frail as a small tear slips from my eye and down onto the bed beneath me.

"I just didn't want anyone to be upset." I whimper, my eyes briefly catching Eddie's as he lowers himself down beside me on the bed, his fingers brushing my bloody ones. "I didn't want anyone to panic. I didn't want to ruin what we came here to do." I cry, feeling the panic and anxiety creep up on me as the tears finally pool over my eyes as my lip wobbles pathetically.

"I'm going to try to cover it, at least till we get to Eddie's trailer but..." Nancy trails off, the rest of the group looking to her but she doesn't offer a comforting or hopefully look, just something resembling fear and disbelief. "It's going to hurt." She warns but I give her a shrug, my eyes closing briefly as I give her a nod. "Alright. Steve, hold her down, Robin come over here and help me and, uh, Eddie-" She pauses, looking up at the disheveled man. "Distract her."

"Alright." He mutters, turning to me with glazed eyes and I feel as if he's not really looking at me but already out of touch from this situation. But I just reach down and slip my hand into his, bringing him back down from wherever he was. "You'd think the guy with the most to say would be helpful in this situation but." He laughs tearily as I smile sadly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, my eye lids growing heavier and heavier. "Hey, stop that. Eyes on me." He leans over me, his hand reaching up to rest on my cheek as he catches the stray tears, his gaze flickering back and forth between my eyes.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't do that. Not now, not yet." He says sternly, his jaw gritting as I huff out of frustrating, wanting nothing more than to apologize to him for being so hard on him this last year, for giving him constant shit when we probably should've been talking about our actual feelings towards each other.

"You know I never listen to you when you tell me what to do." I chuckle but it just forces me into a coughing fit, Eddie's hand cradling my jaw as I try desperately to get my breath as Nancy and Robin try to work on my wound.

"There she is! Good girl, that's it." He praises and I send him a tired eye roll. "If keeping you awake and talking means bullying me, I'll take it." My eyes widen briefly and, maybe it's the shock, but I find myself grinning up at him, even in such a horrible and scary situation, there's a part of me that finds comfort in him being so close to him.

"Oh I get a pass this time?"

"From now on, you get every pass."

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[notacountable]

Why?

Because you’re perfect. That’s why.

It’s what I’ll say, and it’s what I’ll mean. It will be the truth.

There simply isn’t any other answer I could give.

You know every little thing about me.

I hate cinnamon, but my favorite pie, pumpkin, is riddled with it.

My favorite color, pink, I could bathe in, but only in certain shades and hues.

The person I love most in this world is also the person I hide the genuine parts of myself from.

You know of the indifference and attention that plague my mind, emotions, and decisions.

Their constant battle of dominance, which one will win me over today?

Will it be lazy, self-absorbed, “ I don’t care, why should I?” attitude from my father,

Or the incredibly caring to the detriment of myself and those who rely on me, from my mother?

You understand every angle that I come from, 

My thoughts before I’ve even had a chance to hear them myself, to gather them, lay them out to wear.

You understand that although I get the ideas, I lack the willpower to see them off,

And you couldn't care less, It's another reason why.

Another reason I hate you.

You, who's perfect,

You, who knows every like or dislike that has anything to do with me.

You, who would never even entertain the idea of changing me,

The idea of making me think outside of my box.

But that's exactly what I can't stand, 

You, who doesn't push me, not even as much as a nudge.

You, who simply exists alongside me, waiting for me to make my move.

You, who everyone, including me, deems as perfect.

The perfect spouse, perfect friend, perfect person to spend a life with.

But that's what makes me hate you, you are perfect, everything you do, everything you've done was to make someone else happy, to appease them. To prove something.

At least that's what I used to think.

Of all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you get something right about me, or anyone, anything, for yourself or because you seemed to care, it was always to prove you knew, listened, paid attention, and were right.

And it makes you happy.

That's the part where you lose me in any understanding of you.

If the understanding of you was the one subject in school I needed a passing grade for, in order to graduate.

well then, it would just be unfortunate for me.

Don’t get me wrong, you don't do this to prove “ I’m the best!”, or to prove just how goddamn perfect you are, it's what satisfies you.

I used to think there wasn't a single selfish thing about you, I mean, how many people have you met that seem to know everything about you without even trying?

Or at least not that you noticed? 

But then, I realized one day you absolutely are selfish, you don't listen because you care,

You don't go out of your way to make a small gesture that screams “Look at me! I remember the small things! I care!”  because of anything genuine,

You do it because you see the way it lights people up. 

The way they will praise you not only to your face, but to others.

The way it makes them proud, makes them feel better.

You treat their enjoyment like trophies, something to collect. 

Like some game, a raffle.

And it's hard for me because I see it, and I know it's not real.

But then I see the enjoyment you carry,

 Like a dog called “Good Boy!”.

A people pleaser, not necessarily a bad trait, 

But unfortunately for you, it's the one trait I hate with my whole being.

In my defense, it's the mommy issues.

You sat there and listened to every word that came from my mouth, 

Words of endearment,

Hatred, 

Sadness.

I told you how I felt as a child, and how as a teenager, finally able to put an actual word; neglected, to the feeling.

And you sat, and hugged me until my breathing was even again and my face dried off.

You did that more times than I could ever even begin to try and count.

You listened, you paid attention, you remembered,

Yet when I tell you I hate you, your surprised?

It’s because you hate yourself.

That’s what you will say in response.

You will tell me this is a mistake, it’s self sabotage.

You will say you know it's the mommy issues, because oh? What's that!?

You listen, you pay attention, you remember!

And it just makes me hate you more.

Is it so wrong to want someone to push me?

To encourage some change?

To want to make new memories instead of keeping old ones and giving them the good ole Reduce, Reuse. Recycle?

To not just hear the things I say, but to notice the things I do?

The way I’ll sing along to a song, how my voice will crack and whine, how off-key I am?

The tremble in my last three fingers, and how I manage to drop almost everything because of it?

The way I wear disgust on my face when someone mentions coffee?

How I sneak glances at you, entirely enamored with something as simple as a rogue eyelash?

To know things about me, not because I tell them to you, but because I exist, and you care.

You just care, nothing else, not to make me happy, to make others happy. 

You. 

Just. 

Care.

And I would love you for it.

[thelittlewriter]

Revelations

Pairing : Suna x Reader

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Suna showed up in time. He knocked at the door at 5 pm precisely. He was wearing a suit with a bow tie. He walked inside your appartment as you announced :

- We have to be there by 6 pm... are we taking my car or yours ?

You heard him chuckle.

- None of that. We're taking the limousine.

You laughed while he looked serious.

- You're the main character of the night, I won't let you take your car.

- What's wrong with my car ? you asked.

- You can't drive it when you're drunk. And I'm gonna make sure you taste all the wealthy people's champagne there will be there.

You laughed again. You were scared you would feel uncomfortable around those important people. Now, you knew you were going to have fun as long as you stayed with him. At 5:15 pm, you got into the limousine. The chauffeur greated you before the car started moving.

- Is there anything I should know before we get there ? he suddenly ask you.

He was nervously pulling the bottom of his suit vest.

- Nothing. Honestly it will probably be boring but at least we're together.

- So I just have to stand still and be pretty, right ?

You laughed and nodded. You would both have to do this. You would probably meet important people tonight and the best way to be on their good side was to smile and to listen more than you talked.

When you two arrived at the location, you were surprised to see it was bigger than everything you expected. While what you did was indeed unexpectedly good, you were aware it was also made bigger than it actually was by the company. All of this happening to you seemed a little suspicious but you weren't the kind of person that would investigate. But you admitted that the PR team did a great job.

You and Suna walked inside. The place looked like a huge mansion, you were surprised there was something this big not very far away from the city.

- There's a lot of people, Suna said. Do you see someone you wanna talk to ?

You shook your head. You didn't recognize anybody here. They were all part of a higher circle in the company. One that you weren't allowed to join until today. You saw Suna take a glass of champagne and hand it to you.

- Rule number one : do not stay empty handed or with a finished drink. That way, you can choose when you drink.

He smiled at you. The suit looked good on him. You had never seen him wear one before. Was it too late to compliment him ?

- And if you don't know what to say, you can just pretend you're drinking champagne !

You smiled back at him. It seemed like he was really trying hard to make this evening a success.

- Y/N.

You turned toward the familiar voice.

- Nomura !

You were happy to see someone you knew. There was a woman glued on his arm. She looked a year or so younger than you. She was looking around curiously but didn't dare to step away from your boss.

- This is my little sister, Ruka. She wanted to come so I agreed if she behaves.

The last sentence seemed more directed to her than to you. You didn't know he had a younger sister. Maybe you should ask on your first date.

- I will behave ! All I want is to taste food !

Suna smiled. He was here for the food too.

- Y/N... I need to talk to you about something.

Ruka suddenly stepped away from her brother and looked at Suna.

- Let's look for good cakes in the meantime, she said.

Suna looked at you and you nodded, reassuring him. He walked away with Ruka, as they were talking about their favorite cakes.

- You might hear things here... about stuff.

You furrowed your eyebrows.

- You need to be more specific than "things" and "stuff".

- You don't have to accept everything they offer.

- You're talking in riddles right now... is there something you know that I don't ?

He looked down.

- I...

So, he did. You were curious about what he was talking about. You got a little closer to him and looked him straight in the eyes.

- Can you tell me ? you asked with a small voice. Please ?

He seemed conflicted. You had never seen this look in his eyes, but there was still a lot of things you didn't know about him. Things that you wanted to know and that you hoped you would learn about soon.

- I can't. I want to but I shouldn't let my feelings interfere.

You realized something was wrong. You stepped away a little and you took his hand. Surely, it wasn't too much if you two really were about to start dating.

- It's ok. You don't have to tell me.

- You should know that there's a board member who's very close to the CEO. He's the one who actually runs this company. And he's intimidating. But you can say no. I just want you to know that I...

He stopped there. More than uncomfortable, he looked scared. Was he forbidden to share this information with you ? Was he forbidden to tell you more ?

- Hey, you said with a voice you wanted reassuring. I'll figure it out. No matter what it is, I'll figure out what you mean. So don't be too worried.

He wasn't looking at you. He was looking right behind you, with wide eyes. Not knowing what was going on, you let go of his hand.

- Eiji !

You heard a woman's voice. You looked behind you. It was a couple. They looked about sixty years old. You bowed at them.

- You must be Y/N, she said.

She took your hands.

- Congratulations on your success. It sure made my husband very happy.

The man behind her hummed in approval.

- I would have liked it better if my son was the one who did it but I suppose being your superior is the best he can do.

You could feel an awkward tension between the two men and you refrained yourself to look at Nomura. You were in front of your boss's parents. Not only this, they were also the parents of the man you wanted to go on a date with.

- Junichi, don't be so harsh on him, his mother said.

Then, she looked at you.

- Don't mind him, he wants his son to succeed him and to become an important board member.

You suddenly understood. The man Nomura was trying to warn you about was his own father. You wondered what offers he was talking about.

- He sure is made to lead. I would've never done it without him.

If you couldn't tell them directly how you felt, you could still compliment him.

- All the time I invested on him, his father complained, he seemed to totally ignore your words. Is this internship not teaching you anything ?

An internship ? You wondered what it was about. Was he doing something else as well as his actual job ? No wonder he had that little time for himself.

- Maybe I should offer this post to Y/N. Would you be interested ?

An offer. Was he offering his son's job to you ? You were confused about how wrong it had turned.

- Maybe I should make you personally work for me too. If there is the two of you, the work would be done faster and better.

Working with Nomura for his father ? It was a great opportunity on paper, but what if he found out that you were dating his son ? What if your relationship didn't work ?

- The board anticipates having you as the face of the company so you should have a few members on your side for your future.

You were speechless. You tried to maintain your composure but there was too much information at a time. They were going to ask you to be the face of the company ? What did that implied ?

- Journalists are already asking for interviews. Some of them even talked about photography sessions, that's how serious they are about it.

- Junichi, let's not talk business here.

The woman let out a warm smile in your direction. She was doing her best to protect you. But there was no stopping her husband.

- I have to ! My daughter is too young to be involved yet and my son is too incompetent !

You couldn't help but to let out a small gasp.

- Tell me, Y/N, he continued. What do you think about an arrangement ?

Your head was spinning. What was happening ? Why were you suddenly involved in this family's quarrel ? Was it his way to offer you another job ? Why did you come here ? And where the hell was Suna ?

- An arrangement ? you repeated.

- Yes, he said. My son is not engaged at the moment and...

- Junichi, that's enough ! We talked about this already.

His wife's tone was as cold as her expression. It felt far different from how she had been talking to you. He immediately stayed silent.

Finally, you thought. But the damages were already done.

- Dear, you heard the woman say. Do not pay attention to this old man's words. He probably had too much drinks already.

You felt a hand on your shoulder.

- Eiji, you whispered when you saw it was him.

You didn't know if he heard you.

- Let's go grab some air, he told you.

And he walked you to the garden.

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Hey ! I'm sorry for posting this late ! I was busy last week and then I watched figure skating skating totally forgot to post it ! But it's here ! I hope you guys like it ! And I hope I made it and y'all are confused the way I want to... anyways, I hope you're having a good day ! I'll try to upload the next chapter at the end of the week !

[live-the-fangirl-life]

When a Book Beckons

Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn - Bookshop

When Aelin finds a flyer advertising a strange bookshop, she can't help but follow its cryptic directions. Why does she feel called to it? And why does the mysterious, silver-haired bookkeeper feel so familiar?

Written for Rowaelin Month 2021. Day 28: Bookshop

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Warnings: Language

4146 words

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The wind whistled through the narrow cobblestone street, carrying with it the sweet, honeyed smell of candied nuts, and lifting golden blonde strands of hair to dance around Aelin’s face. It blew between tilting buildings and colorful vendor’s carts selling everything from freshly cut flowers to beautiful watercolor prints.

Aelin grinned as a small group of children ran through the street playing a game and laughing as they chased each other. Finishing her last chocolate-covered hazelnut she’d bought from one of the vendors, Aelin threw away her now empty bag, and pulled out her local guidebook. It was her first time visiting this part of the country and she was determined to make the most of it. Aelin flipped to the pages about out-of-the-way, hole-in-the-wall places. She wanted to find a bakery, or a mom-and-pop general store, or a local second-hand shop, maybe?

She’d barely dragged her face out of the guidebook, trying and failing to pronounce the name of one of the local patisseries, when she noticed a folded piece of paper had gotten caught beneath her shoe.

Leaning down and brushing a flyaway strand of hair behind her ear, Aelin picked it up expecting it to be an old receipt someone had dropped. She turned the crumpled piece of paper over and read the faint writing.

It was a handwritten flyer advertising a local bookshop.

Aelin loosed an excited laugh. A bookshop—it was perfect, and based on the way the flyer was drawn, this place certainly didn’t seem like somewhere her guidebook would advertise. All the better; even fewer tourists to worry about.

Although, she reigned in her giddiness for a moment, she should probably make sure it wasn’t a scam or a front for kidnappers masquerading as a shop meant to lure in unsuspecting book addicts. She laughed at herself, she was being paranoid, a bookshop was a bookshop, right?

But as Aelin kept reading the flyer for Once Upon a Page, searching for an address, her excitement quickly morphed into confusion as she read the directions on how to find the shop.

Follow the dented cobblestone until you can no longer.

The broken lamppost points your way.

Circle the fountain until you see the arrow, heed its trajectory.

If you pass the hawk’s wings, you’ve gone too far.

What the—

This had to be fake; what kind of directions were these? Whoever owned the store wouldn’t get any business if they wrote all their instructions in riddles. Just give her the address and she could figure it out from there.

She was tempted to throw the paper away and move on to the next stop her guidebook suggested.

And yet...

When she’d picked up the paper and read the name of the bookshop, something stirred in Aelin. It was a feeling deep in her gut, like she needed to go there.

Sighing, Aelin turned, trying to spot someone who might be able to give her clearer directions than The broken lamppost points your way.

An older woman with graying hair stood outside her small vendor cart overflowing with flowers. Aelin crossed the street and waited until the woman looked up from her growing bouquet.

“Excuse me? Could you tell me how to get to Once Upon a Page?”

Instead of answering like Aelin expected her to, she merely sat and narrowed her eyes, brows furrowing in confusion.

Aelin lifted the flyer to show her, “Once Upon a Page. This says it’s a bookshop around here, can you point me in the right direction?” Aelin smiled, hoping to charm the woman into helping her. “The directions here are a little hard to follow.”

The woman looked up from where she’d been scrutinizing the flyer and leaned back in her chair. In a gravelly voice, she told Aelin, “I’m sorry, dearie, I’m not familiar with that place.”

It was Aelin’s turn to look confused. “You’re not?” By the details from the flyer, it seemed like the bookstore had been around for a while. Was this woman new to the area and didn’t recognize it? She should have at least been aware of the shop if she’d lived here a while, right?

The woman shook her head and half of her attention went towards a new customer who’d approached the stand, quickly striking up a conversation about his children and grandchildren, obviously well acquainted with his life, before glancing once more at Aelin and saying, “I’ve never heard of it before.”

Odd. More than odd, Aelin thought as she stared at the flyer in bewilderment. But not one to back down from a challenge, Aelin was determined to find Once Upon a Page. And she wouldn’t turn down a trip to see some books. Besides, she had the afternoon free ahead of her, so why not follow some obscure, cryptic instructions to find a mysterious bookshop. This could be fun.

Aelin glanced at the first line of directions: Follow the dented cobblestone until you can no longer. She scanned the street, eyes catching on a few rows of stones that looked chipped beyond the normal wear from years of foot traffic. She followed the line of stones and grinned as she saw it continued down the next street.

As she slid her guidebook back into her bag and focused on the path ahead of her, Aelin was too excited to wonder how the directions perfectly began from the place she’d been standing.

Aelin walked for four more blocks, carefully following the narrow path of worn cobblestones. She was so focused on them that she barely caught herself from walking straight into the wall in front of her.

A dead end. She frowned; did she miss something? Or was she following some fool’s errand, and all of this was made up and she was wasting her time? Aelin pulled the flyer back out and realized she’d followed the instructions perfectly. Follow the dented cobblestone until you can no longer. Well, she no longer could, so what was the next line? The broken lamppost points your way.

Broken lamppost. Aelin swung around and saw just across the street was an old lamppost with one of its metal hooks broken and hanging at an awkward angle.

Giddy, she jogged towards it and tried to figure out where it would be pointing. The broken piece of metal? That was either pointing at the stone wall behind it or at the ground and unless Aelin was supposed to go into the sewers, then that wasn’t it. She circled the post, finally seeing a sticker on one side of a waterspout.

If she stood facing the sticker then she was also facing down one of the paths leading away from the dead end. Frowning at the image, Aelin pulled out the flyer once more. The next direction referenced a fountain, could the spout be referencing that, too?

She’d try, and if she couldn’t find a fountain, then she would retrace her steps. Aelin double-checked lamppost once more for any other obvious clue she’d missed before walking down the path opposite the sticker.

Aelin grinned as she walked. It felt like she was on some wild scavenger hunt, she loved it. And the longer she trekked, the more she felt like she was being guided—not in a bad way, more like something in her was being called to and she was determined to figure out what.

Aelin stepped out of the alley into a small open square, the center of which housed a circular fountain. It took all her might not to squeal in excitement. She figured the people minding their own business in the square wouldn’t appreciate that too much.

Circle the fountain until you see the arrow, heed its trajectory. Easy. Aelin approached the fountain and began walking only to stop almost immediately as she spied the small statue carved into the top of the fountain. It was a faceless archer with a single arrow in its sheath. Aelin followed its point and her gaze was directed to another small alley across the square.

Not hesitating, Aelin walked straight into the alley and didn’t look back.

She’d been walking for several minutes, too excited to be paying attention to details. That is, until she passed one more cross-street and came face to face with a faded drawing on the opposite building. It was an old, painted image of a hawk with its wings spread and beak open in a call.

Aelin furrowed her brows at the bird, there was something about it that pricked at her memory. She quickly pulled the flyer back out and read the last line. If you pass the hawk’s wings, you’ve gone too far.

Aelin spun around, her gaze landing on the last street she’d passed. She quickly walked back and peered down it to find a small alcove in the wall which held a single, distinct storefront.

Beaming, Aelin paused as she slowly approached Once Upon a Page. The shop wasn’t large, at least not that she could tell by the outside. A wooden door that was painted a deep, rich green and was worn with age but appeared no less inviting, stood between a single window on one side and a larger triple window on the other. Each windowpane was held within gilded edges that matched the golden script of Once Upon a Page above the door.

The lights inside were dim and Aelin had the sudden, dreaded thought that the shop might be closed. Wouldn’t that just be her luck?

Aelin twisted to tuck the flyer back into her bag, taking a deep breath. When she looked back up at the shop, she cocked her head to the side, confused, as she eyed a hand-painted Open sign hanging from the door. Strange. She hadn’t noticed that a moment ago.

Shaking off the peculiar feeling, Aelin carefully pushed on the door, smiling as it opened with ease, and listened to the light chime of a bell as it sounded through the shop.

***

Rowan sat behind the desk in the back of the store’s front room. He’d just finished making a fresh cup of tea and was letting it steep on the counter next to him as he faced the shallow shelf standing behind the desk and went to pick up the book he’d last placed there.

His fingers almost brushed the spine when the bell above the front door chimed.

Rowan’s head whipped around, eyes snapping to the sound.

Someone was here. Someone had found their way to the bookshop.

No one ever found their way to the bookshop.

Standing just inside the front door was a woman with long, golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She hadn’t noticed him yet, so he quietly left his seat and walked around the nearest shelf to get a better look. He wasn’t sure who she was or why she was here, all he knew was that not just anyone stumbled into Once Upon a Page; that, and the fact that he wished he’d thought to grab his tea before leaving his desk.

*** The moment the door shut behind Aelin it was as if the rest of the world faded away.

The inside of the shop felt cozy—inviting. Wooden shelves lined the walls and stood tall to create a meandering path through the space. Each case was piled with books and sprinkled with trinkets, figurines, and odd contraptions that Aelin couldn’t quite understand. Warm, soft lights hung from the ceiling to provide just enough glow to illuminate the titles along the walls.

Aelin blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted, taking in the soft ticking of a clock and light rustling of paper until her eyes could focus better in the dim room.

Rooms, actually. Turning in place, Aelin could see a narrow doorway on one side of the main room just up a few stairs. Taking a couple steps farther into the shop, she saw that the next room housed several shelves of its own as well. It was beautiful.

Aelin didn’t see anyone else or hear any other voices in the shop. She did, however, see a steaming mug on the front counter so she assumed whoever worked here had just stepped away.

Walking slowly towards one of the shelves, Aelin brushed off the odd sensation she’d felt once the door had closed. It was almost as if that insistent feeling she’d had earlier of being called to, had been steadied just by being in the bookshop.

She shook off the thought, it had to just be the natural calm of being surrounded by books.

“Are you looking for anything in particular?”

Aelin cursed and spun around, her hand pressing against her rapidly beating heart. She was staring directly at a man’s chest and she had to drag her gaze up until her neck craned back to meet a pair of pine green eyes.

Eyes that were looking at her curiously from behind a pair of clear-rimmed glasses.

It wasn’t just his eyes that caught her attention, it was also his silvery hair. It wasn’t a light blonde or grey with age—not that he would be greying with age, he looked maybe thirty if she had to guess—it was purely silver. And if that wasn’t enough, when he turned his head, she saw that the side of his face was covered with an intricate tattoo.

But it was the expression he wore as he gazed down at her that had her pausing. She couldn’t name the exact emotion that flitted across his features, but between the tilt of his head, his slightly narrowed eyes, furrowed brow, and parted lips, he was looking at her like he couldn’t quite believe his eyes.

Then his lips quirked to the side and his eyes shown with delight before quickly schooling his features into a detached curiosity befitting a helpful store owner.

Aelin blinked, caught off-guard at the strange familiarity she’d felt and the odd way he’d looked at her.

“I, uh,” she stammered before clearing her throat and glancing at the shelves around her. “I was just browsing.”

He raised a single silver eyebrow and leaned against the shelf. When he crossed his arms over his chest, the sleeves of his knit sweater stretched across his biceps in a manner that was far too distracting.

“Not from around here, are you?” he asked, and she heard a faint accent in his words, not the same one she’d heard the vendors and locals speaking with, but something different. Something more unusual.

It was her turn to raise a brow, “Why do you assume that?” Then she winced because as soon as the words left her lips, she knew exactly what he meant. He may have an accent different from the locals, but so did she, and the more she spoke, the more obvious it became.

He chuckled but nodded to the shelves around them, pushing off from the one he’d been using as a support. He took a few steps back toward the front counter and said, “You’re welcome to explore, I’ll be out here if you need anything.”

He took a single step before pausing and searching her face once more, “I’m Rowan, by the way.”

Rowan. He looked like a Rowan. She offered him a bright smile and simply responded, “Aelin.”

He nodded and before he turned, she saw that same unreadable emotion fly across his face. Then he was walking away.

Aelin shook herself, she was here to check out a local bookshop, not a maddeningly attractive bookkeeper.

***

As soon as he’d spoken to her, Rowan knew there was something different about this woman. Aelin.

Could she be—? No, that was impossible. Unless…

Rowan dug beneath the desk and pulled out an old book, setting it on the counter and barely holding in a cough from the small cloud of dust it produced. He started flipping through its pages, searching.

***

It was easy to get distracted once she’d focused her attention on the wall of books. There were so many—it almost seemed like every time she turned back to a shelf she’d just finished perusing, it held new books she hadn’t noticed the first time around. Aelin wasn’t sure how long she spent walking through the shelves of the main room, but at one point she found herself in front of one that provided a small opening through which she could see the bookkeeper.

There was something about him that drew her in; something that felt familiar and important, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

It also didn’t help that he’d shed his sweater.

The collar she’d spotted earlier poking out from the sweater was apparently attached to a long-sleeve button-down shirt that he’d taken to rolling up to his elbows. It exposed his tan, muscled forearms, one of which was draped with the same intricate tattoo she’d seen on his face. By the way it was reaching up his arm and disappearing beneath his sleeve, she’d bet anything it all connected.

He was hunched over the front desk, flipping through the pages of an old, leather-bound book. Strands of his thick, silver hair fell into his face, but he was too focused to notice, although she caught him huffing once to blow a longer strand out of his eyes. Every few seconds, his glasses would slip down his nose and he’d have to push them back up only to have them slip again. It was endearing.

But then he would flip the page again, causing his hands to flex and suddenly endearing became distracting.

Aelin had to bite her lip as she ducked back behind the shelf, mentally cursing because it was just so unfair that this man was that gods dammed attractive and a fucking bookkeeper. It was too much for her to handle.

She would finish checking out the shop and only on her way out would she strike up a conversation. Aelin chanced one more peek only to see him pull his glasses from his face and carefully clean them before pushing them back on.

Aelin was this close to saying ‘fuck it’ and walking up to him, when her gaze snagged on a small corridor leading away from the main room. It wasn’t the hallway she’d seen before, no—this was even more hidden. It was placed in such a way that one could only see it if they were far enough into the maze of shelves.

Something about it caught and held Aelin’s attention. The beckoning feeling she’d had on her way to the shop returned, and she’d already walked several paces towards it before she realized she’d moved.

Aelin was at the corridor and ascending the three steps that led to a small, dusty, nook without having noticed Rowan’s attention abandoning his book and intently settling on her as he watched her vanish into the hidden room.

***

Rowan watched as Aelin disappeared around the corner, her golden hair shining in the light before he carefully shut his book and rose from his seat. His gaze swept through the small shop landing briefly on the figurines of mythical creatures, rusted swords and daggers in handcrafted sheaths, and tattered maps in languages long buried.

When Rowan looked at the front door and saw the outer sign’s script read Closed, he let a small smile grow as he slipped off his glasses and rested them carefully on the counter. He turned around and gripped the handle of the door that now stood behind him. With one last glance over his shoulder, Rowan stepped through the doorway and vanished.

As the door clicked shut behind him, the small clock on the wall ticked once more before silencing.

***

The air around Aelin felt heavier as she stepped into the small, hidden nook. There was a single floor-to-ceiling bookcase on either wall with barely enough space in between for her to stand. Small lights lined the ceiling creating a halo-like glow in the cramped space.

Part of her wanted to turn around and go back to the main room, her curiosity satiated about what this small room held. But another part of her, the part that ultimately won out, felt like she needed to stay.

That feeling she’d had all afternoon—the calling, the beckoning, the draw—it all seemed to culminate here. Aelin couldn’t understand it, but she needed to. There was something here, something that was vital; she couldn’t say what or why or how, but she needed to figure it out.

Aelin eyed the books on one side of the room before spinning around and scouring the opposite shelf. They all looked similar; all aging, leatherbound editions in some language she couldn’t decipher. She looked over them all once, twice—there.

On a shelf just above eye level sat a book that looked different from the rest. While the others were covered in dust and showed signs of wear, this one was vibrant and appeared untouched, but Aelin had a feeling it was far from new. Its spine looked almost golden in the warm light.

She reached up and plucked it from the shelf.

Aelin couldn’t hold in a gasp as she stared at the book. It wasn’t just vibrant, it was glowing. It's cover shown with golden light that shimmered as she moved it. There was writing on the front in a script she couldn’t read, and it felt strangely light for its size.

That was when Aelin noticed the bookshop had gotten eerily quiet. The clock had stopped ticking, she didn’t hear the bookkeeper—Rowan—flipping through his pages any longer, she couldn’t even hear the faint sound of people from outside the store. Everything had gone silent.

For a moment, Aelin debated calling out to Rowan to see if he hadn’t stepped outside for whatever reason, but she clamped her mouth shut and returned her attention to the book in her arms.

She felt that pull again. Stronger now than it had been before.

Aelin traced her finger over the gilded symbols. Then, while carefully holding the front cover, she opened the book.

A blinding golden light surged from the open pages. It was too bright. The light filled the space around her and Aelin tried dropping the book, but her fingers wouldn’t let it go.

It was too much, too bright, too overwhelming.

The devastating glow was the last thing Aelin knew before darkness engulfed her.

***

Aelin gasped in a shuddering breath and scrambled to her feet.

She was outside. How was she outside? Why was she on the ground? And why did it feel soft?

She blinked, breathing in fresh air and urging her eyes to adjust to the brightness. After a few more moments, she gaped in stunned silence.

Everything was so vivid. The rough, brown trunks of the trees surrounding her were warm and comforting, the leaves stretching across the sky in an interwoven canopy shown like jewels, and the beams of sunlight reaching through the spaces between branches touched the soft grass beneath her feet and warmed the earth.

How had she gotten here? Where was here? What had just happened?

What was she wearing?

Aelin glanced down as her hand brushed across an odd but comfortable fabric of a loose tunic. The shirt was tucked into fitted pants which themselves were secured within laced-up leather boots.

What—?

As she lifted a shaky hand, she finally caught sight of the figure standing in the clearing a few paces in front of her.

It was him. The bookseller. Rowan.

He stood there, watching her patiently as she looked around at the unfamiliar woods. He, too, was wearing different clothing. Gone were the rolled shirt and glasses, instead replaced with attire similar to hers but much more well-worn. He even had a few weapons strapped to him, but Aelin had the feeling that he wasn’t a threat to her.

She opened her mouth to say—

She didn’t know what to say. So many questions flew through her mind that she couldn’t focus on one long enough to voice it.

A quiet flutter drew her attention upwards and Aelin couldn’t control her gasp as she watched a small winged creature wobbly fly from branch to branch. It had scales and a short little snout, and small wings barely strong enough to keep it in flight. The baby dragon cheerfully hovered under another branch before flying out of the clearing.

Aelin blinked rapidly at the spot where the creature disappeared.

She eventually drew her wide-eyed gaze back to the man standing before her. He stepped closer and smirked knowingly, amused but—relieved?

When he spoke, the deep timbre of his accent was much more pronounced than it had been minutes before in the bookshop that suddenly felt so far away.

“I knew it was you. Follow me.”

*****

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You and Me || Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin/Reader

Summary: It's always been you and Draco since you can remember, the invincible duo, the two of you against the world but some things have changed along the way and it's not news to any soul at Hogwarts but it's time your parents knew too. 

 Word Count: 2,8k

A/N: I took a bit to finish but here it is your story @x-dratie-x. I hope you all like it! Tom Riddle is not Voldemort in this oneshot, Voldemort didn’t exist at all but the events of the first war and its consequences still is valid, but with another wizard.

Warnings: A very very slightly sexual conversation and that's all

1987  

  I didn't want to be at that dinner, I didn't want to have to listen all day long to how well I should behave because the Malfoy's were such an important family or something. 

I had plans for the week, I would go with our elf to buy more art supplies and I was allowed to spend the day outside the house, just drawing the landscape. 

My parents never let me participate in events like this, because I might mess up, say something inappropriate for the moment, or whatever excuse they decided to make up. But out of the blue, I was told that I would have to be there. Why? I couldn't understand and I didn't even ask them, what good would it do? None. 

The day was only getting worse and worse by the hour for me, I just wanted to take off that dress and go play but I couldn't, obviously. So I did what was left to me, smile and eat politely without making any noise or comments, not that there were any comments I would like to make. I had no idea what they were talking about, it was absolutely boring. The only thing that made me feel slightly better were my own thoughts and the fact that their son was as bored as I was. 

We knew each other because of some casual encounters between our parents but never had the opportunity to talk to each other, because of course, only grown-ups talk.

But it seems that I drew the long straw after a horrible day, after dinner Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were invited to stay a little longer and I was excused along with Draco to play.  

I could hardly believe it, I wouldn't have to sit there and smile for another 45 minutes, my happiness couldn't be measured at that moment. Not even waiting for my mother to say it again, I stood up and said goodbye politely with a smile before walking up the stairs and I could hear footsteps following me somewhat hesitantly but I didn't care at the moment. 

"Come on, let's go play in my room", I exclaimed with a huge smile and threw the bow tie, which was pinning my hair, on the floor and quickly walked over to it uncaringly.

 I missed his shocked expression but as soon as we reached my door, he made sure to make it clear to me. 

"Do your parents let you do that?", the question made no sense in my head but stopping to think about it now, it makes sense, he should always be flawless. 

"They don't care as long as it's not in front of guests, you won't tell them, right?", his greyish blue eyes reflected mine and for a few seconds I thought that was a beautiful effect.

 He looked away from me and nodded slightly in agreement, his face covered in shyness and I just squealed with delight. I opened the door and pulled him inside, his hand was so cold that I thought about taking one of my jackets and handing it to him. 

"So what do you want to do? I have some toys in my closet, I'll get them", I walked happily to the door and proceeded to try to decide what I would want. Some was not the best word, there were a lot of them, far more than I would ever use. 

 I came back with a big mulberry box that I've only been able to carry within the last year and placed it on my bed but he didn't even notice, he was looking at my drawings. 

"Oh, you liked them. I wish I had done one more today, do you want to try?", I asked him and walked over to the table where my sheets were. 

"Yeah, they're not too bad", he stated nonchalantly and I didn't believe him for a moment but I chose to keep my mouth shut for once. 

 I picked up two white sheets, two quills and sat down quietly on the floor, since I didn't have two chairs for the two of us but it seems he wasn't used to that. 

"Come on, hurry up, your parents won't be here forever", I patted the seat next to me and soon he sat down as well, I noticed his posture still uncomfortable and my goal for the day turned to change that, if only for 5 minutes. 

 From that day on, we became closer and our parents obviously understood and liked that, because we were strengthening their relationship and at no point that crossed my mind. I was just happy to be supported by my parents to visit Draco. 

1991

 My Hogwarts letter had arrived some weeks ago and I hadn't let go at any point, going to Diagon Alley had become a completely different experience and I couldn't wait, but I had to because I pleaded with my and his parents so that we would go together.

But the day had finally arrived and I had to contain all my energy to not look like an out of control little girl, nothing out of the ordinary but today was more difficult because I was genuinely happy. I was always genuinely happy with my only real friend. 

"Y/N, you must hurry or we are going to be late", I could hear my mother's voice from downstairs just as I finished putting on my flats. 

 As it was a very important occasion I had chosen my favorite outfit, even my parents were a little excited too. They had told me that they had met at Hogwarts and that I would find someone from a good family at Slytherin as well. This part was completely ignored by me but they never found out about it. 

"I'm here mom, we won't be late", I said as soon as I came down the stairs and approached them without running. We were near the fireplace and I mentally thanked them for not having to apparate, because it was always a horrible experience for me.

"Okay, I'll go first and you two right after", my father made sure to announce although he always goes first when we go out like that.   

 After a few minutes, we arrived in front of Flourish & Blotts and there was the imposing Malfoy family. After a small talk in which I had no interest in paying attention to, we all went inside and we were finally able to talk while our parents were engaged in a conversation with the attendant. 

"I've already said it once and I'll say it again, I honestly don't understand how you're not that excited, it's Hogwarts", I whispered to him as we walked through the messy shelves full of books. 

"It doesn't seem like a great thing after hearing it so many times", I could clearly see that there was something more there, I had known him long enough to know that and also that he wouldn't tell me easily. 

"Okay, so you're telling me that you're not the least bit excited to leave Malfoy Manor to start your life?", his lips twitched trying to hold back a smile, his eyes shifted from mine, looking for something to distract himself. 

 But I could stop him, my cunning little hands went to his waist tickling that area before he could prevent me from doing so. That was enough to make him laugh, although he denied that he was ticklish every time I asked. 

This attack did not end well for me, because revenge existed in his vocabulary and was even overused. I had to run, as fast as I could, and it still didn't work. 

And why? Because I went to a dead end corridor upstairs, I had never even visited the second floor of that store, the day I went there I had to get unlucky. 

In short, I was attacked twice more without mercy, my glasses almost got broken and we were so noisy that the owner gave us a scolding and our parents did the same as soon as we left with our packages, but this was not enough to ruin the day and our good mood. 

1993

 It was already expected that we would both end up in Slytherin, which was great because we didn't have to be separated, on the opposite, we became closer than ever. It also didn't take long to form our group of friends, actually not more than a month but the thing that made us truly close started in the third year when I had a genius idea. 

We all had a reason to dislike Harry, mine was nowhere near Draco's, no one's was but we shared it anyway. It was always fun to pick fights with him, make pranks and get him into trouble on purpose, so why not make it a little game? It was so easy that the idiots, Crabbe and Goyle understood the first few times, you can't expect more than that from them, and this was certainly a record for both. 

The game had three main objectives: 

- Take the most materials from Harry or his friends: ink, quill, books, whatever they were carrying would be a prize and would get a point.

- See him or his friends more often, with the intention of spying on them just for fun, of course. It could be in class or in the corridors, each time would be an extra point. 

- Pick fights with him or his friends, each minute was worth one point and to be proven, had to have someone to confirm it. 

 Of course, there was no room for lies, and I made sure to put a spell on our board to prevent this. Yes, I had made a small board that stayed with me but each team wrote down their own score.

To make it more fun, we split up into pairs. Draco and I, Pansy and Blaise, Grabbe and Goyle, Astoria and Millicent and Tom and Theo.

And finally, the best part, whoever had the most points at the end of the year would win 5 galleons from each person, as well as having a celebration party financed by the losers.  

Needless to say, Draco and I always won since the day I created the game. Our friends always complained about us playing dirty but it was never necessary and deep down they knew it, it must be hard to lose every year so I don't judge them.  

1995

"Are they still complaining?", I remained with my eyes closed, it was comfortable to lie curled up against Draco on the couch in the common room. We had two free classes, which was being put to good use to get some rest after a year of N.O.M.S. and a devastating victory in our little game.

"They'll get over it when we come back in September, I guess.... You're missing the best part", his voice came out whispered directly into my ear and I couldn't help but smile.      

 I didn't need to see the scene to know what was going on, Tom and Theo blaming each other for the defeat, everyone standing back from them because no one wants to get involved in their ego battle and our other friends trying not to laugh because it was a funny scene, even if they didn't know it.

"They're taking longer than last time...", I commented slightly annoyed by the noise. I had no idea what had happened to me, because usually I spent the afternoon celebrating my victory but not today. 

"Let's get out of here, you seems so good", he hadn't even completed his sentence when I agreed and painfully got up to go to his room. 

 But before I could take two steps, I felt his arms go around my waist and legs, leading me up the stairs in a bridal style.

I smiled wider and snuggled into his arms, enjoying more of the warmth and good feeling it gave me until we reached the bed.

"Thanks honey, I don't know what happened today", I commented under my breath as soon as he had me lying on the bed, but I knew it was a lie.

"Are you sure? This isn't related to the fact that our parents will know about our relationship in a few days?", I hoped he would pretend he didn't know but that wasn't the case, I wasn't going to be able to run away from the subject.

"It's just that I don't like them meddling in our lives, of course I have nothing against your parents, I'll love to be introduced as your girlfriend but my parents will be twice as unbearable", I sighed and hugged the blond once more, if there was one thing that made me better it was this. 

"Like my mom isn't going to start a 3 year planning for our wedding after she finds out, but at least they'll be used to it by the end of the summer and we won't have to go through this again", he began to fiddle with my hair and curl the strands between his fingers, slowly my shoulders relaxed and a considerable chunk of my worry faded away.

"Yes, I think so but it's going to be a lot harder for us to be alone now. You definitely won't be stepping foot in my room like you did when we used to play together", the memories flooded back and I felt him smile too, it had been a while since this had escaped my thoughts. 

"I don't need to worry about that, we slept together for almost the entire year at Hogwarts and they can't do anything about it and we'll keep doing it", I couldn't see him since my face was buried in his neck, but the perfect image of his mischievous grin formed in my head. 

 "The question is, will you survive for two months without me? Because I don't see that happening", I teased with a huge smirk as I turned to look him in the eye. 

"It won't happen because your father won't be enough to stop me love and I'll make sure you don't have to resort to your hands, because we know it wouldn't be enough", smugness was all over his face and as much as I searched for an answer to that, I didn't have one. Not in the first few seconds. 

"Good love, that's good because I'm sure your hands wouldn't do a better job either. In fact, I'd be a little worried if they actually still work, in case we get separated", I had managed to wipe the smirk off his face but I also knew it wouldn't stay that way, revenge was still an overused word in his vocabulary. 

 A week later, there I was on one of the Hogwarts Express cars with Draco, since we couldn't fit all our friends there anyway, we decided to enjoy the last hours of freedom we had together. 

And how quickly it went by, one moment I was chatting with my boyfriend while my puppy slept peacefully in her travel bed and the next, we had arrived and a wave of students were trying to get through the doors at the same time. 

We stepped off the train holding hands, while I carried only my baby in the other, and this detail did not escape the trained eyes of our parents who were talking side by side but as soon as they noticed us they stopped.

"For Merlin's sake, you two finally decided to listen to me and are in a relationship now?", my mother's eyes sparkled with excitement and I could already hear her voice asking me all sorts of embarrassing questions. "Narcisa, our family is finally becoming one, this is the best news I could ever receive", she could jump for joy now but because of the good posture of a London high society woman, she did not do that.

"How about dinner at our house today? We have a good reason to celebrate," I had seen his mother smile at me several times but even Lucius Malfoy seemed satisfied enough to show a little bit of his teeth, which is indeed shocking.

 My parents agreed to the idea immediately and only one look was exchanged between Draco and me, it only took a single look to know that we both acknowledged it would be an insufferable night. 

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candy hearts — TEASER

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pairing: choi yeonjun x reader

genre: childhood best friends to lovers au, fluff, angst

wc: tbd (projected to be 10k+)

summary: spending valentine's day with your best friend had become a sort of tradition for ever since you were seven years old. despite the twists and turns in your friendship as both of you grew up, the one thing that never changed was the box of candy hearts that he placed in your hands every year.

warnings: tbd, none in this snippet

TEASER

tuesday, february 14th; age 12

you leaned your head against your palm as you zoned out in your last period class. science had never been your favorite subject, even less so given that your teacher had been informally dubbed the school's wack job. 

as the day had dragged on, you realized that the holiday wasn't as widely celebrated in middle school. the so-called 'special' day was reserved solely for the few couples on campus, most of which had been dating for only a couple weeks. you bet most would be broken up by next month, the typical cycle for immature, hormone-riddled relationships. 

but back to your science class.

you felt your eyes nearly roll into your skull as your teacher excitedly explained the concept of genetics and punnet squares. what a riveting topic to listen to for an hour on valentine's day. however, you couldn't focus on his boisterous ramblings when your mind was chock-full of bitter thoughts of how your best friend had decided that he couldn't be seen with you at school. 

okay, maybe not back to your science class. you were too distracted, too bothered, to concentrate.

because while yeonjun had promised to not leave you behind in middle school, it grew exceedingly obvious, as the year went on, that he had lied straight to your face. this holiday was only a painful reminder of that fact.

you couldn't entirely blame him, though, the vast sea of middle school causing you to slowly drift apart from each other as you both tried to find where you fit in. he had made new friends easily, the shy boy you once knew emerged from his shell, countless peers recognizing him for his impressive talents in baseball, in dance, in singing, the list could go on. he was good at everything that he tried his hand at, and by the middle of seventh grade, he had become the campus' golden boy. even the eighth graders knew him!

this came with a cost, however, and that was leaving you, his best friend of five years, behind (for the most part, at least).

you had found your own friends, of course. you had to, or else you would have been deemed a loner, and no one wants to be a loner in middle school. it was uncomfortable, having to talk to people you had never interacted with beforehand. despite this, you had found yourself a little group through your art class: yeri, chaeyoung, and yuqi. they had welcomed you into their trio easily. though it felt weird to have friends other than yeonjun for the first time, you were happy. well, uh, besides the whole yeonjun thing.

with only one class with him, it was easy to not speak to each other during school. your hangouts were now confined to after school, when he wasn't surrounded by his new friends and could make time for you. you never tried to talk to him about it, scared that he'd twist your words and it would destroy what semblance of friendship that remained between you. honestly, you wished that you could go back to elementary school, when things were easier, when you could talk to him at school without worrying about the consequences of doing so. 

yet you knew it wasn't that easy. this wasn't elementary school anymore.

your eyes subconsciously trailed over to the boy in question. you were supposed to hang out with him after school, but there was always that one insecurity that rattled around your mind:

what if this was the year that he finally blew you off? for good? 

you shook your head, going back to the worksheet your teacher had passed out as you were distracted by your thoughts. punnet squares, okay. one parent with a dominant and recessive gene, one parent with two recessive genes. now fill in the squares…

"hey, y/n."

your head shot up from at the sound of his voice. eyes wide at the fact that he was speaking to you at school. it had been months since he had last done so.

"oh, hi yeonjun. what did you need?" you sent him a tight smile, not that he noticed. twelve year-old boys were never most observant.

he placed a box of candy hearts, the same thing he gifted you every year, on top of your desk. it was blank, no message or name in sight.

"i wanted to give you this before i forgot and it got crushed in my backpack." his voice quietened, almost as if he didn't want anyone to hear what he had to say next, "we're still hanging out after school, right? like we always do?"

you nodded, and he shot you a small smile, "great, thanks."

he walked away. as soon as he sat back down in his seat, his friends were punching at his shoulder, teasing him, asking him if he was dating you. you could hear it all from where you were sitting, but you wished you couldn't after what he said next.

"me? with her? no way, we're just friends. i could never see her like that."

you never truly realized how much he truly meant to you until you no longer hung out until after school, but this? this hurt. it made your chest ache when you saw his borderline disgusted face at the insinuation that you were dating each other. what was so bad about you for him to have that reaction? was it your hair, your face, your acne? you found yourself mentally paging through every possible flaw you saw in yourself until the bell rang, signalling the end of school. 

yuqi walked up to you at the front of campus, immediately spotting the forlorn look on your face, "hey, you good?"

"uh, yeah, i guess. listen, i have to go meet up with yeonjun. catch you later?" you asked.

"yeonjun, huh? are you sure you're not dating him?" she smirked, and you rolled your eyes, your mood worsening even more.

"we're just friends," you spat, turning away from her, "he'd never like me like that, anyway. i have no chance with him. i'll see you later, yuqi."

the further you walked, the worse you felt about how you spoke to yuqi. she didn't deserve to deal with the brunt of your wrath, it was uncalled for. you wanted to run back to school and apologize, but you were sure she had already been picked up.

you'd have to make it up to her tomorrow.

as you neared the supermarket a few blocks down the street from school, you could see yeonjun waiting near the entrance, his foot tapping against the sidewalk impatiently. his bike sat next to him, which explained how he arrived much earlier than you.

"took you long enough," he teased as you approached, but you didn't answer, only sending him a half-hearted smile in return. his grin fell, eyebrows now furrowed. oh, now he noticed how you were feeling? typical. "you okay?"

that was the second time you had been asked that now. you wanted to say no, you definitely were not okay, that it hurt to hear him say those words earlier, that it hurt that you couldn't even talk to him during school. you wanted to tell him that you felt abandoned, you wanted to tell him that he broke the promise he made a year ago, that ever since the first day of seventh grade you felt left behind. you wanted to ask him why he even bothered hanging out with you when he couldn't bother even speaking to you at school.

but you didn't.

instead, you plastered an artificial smile on your face, trying to make your voice sound a little more energetic than you felt, "yeah! i guess i'm just tired. science wasn't exactly fun today, y'know?"

"tell me about it," he laughed as he walked beside you, easily accepting your excuse without prying. you wished that he would have pried. "he's the weirdest teacher i've ever had, i can't believe he hasn't been fired yet."

"right?" you replied as you walked down the aisle full of candy. you picked out one of the overpriced boxes of heart-shaped chocolates before walking up to the register. you tried to hand some of your money to the lady helping you, but yeonjun swatted your hand away.

"nuh-uh, you're not paying for this," he argued.

"but-"

"no."

you visibly deflated, scrunching your nose at him in distaste. he simply grinned at you in response.

"ah, young love," the cashier sighed as she took yeonjun's money. your heart clenched, thanking her before you two walked outside again, the air cool against your skin, the sun glaring into your eyes, the weather the complete opposite of your mood. you glanced over at yeonjun. you wondered why he hadn't protested when she said that. you didn't ask.

his hand found yours, dragging you around the corner behind the building. your heart raced, skin heating up slightly at the contact. your reaction couldn't have meant anything. no, you couldn't like him like that. you were friends, nothing more, nothing less.

as you sat next to each other behind the supermarket, unwrapping and eating the chocolate that he had bought you just a few minutes ago, you realized that you really couldn't deny it anymore: you were in love with choi yeonjun, your best friend, and you couldn't do anything about it.

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Taehyungxravenclaw! Reader pt. 1/?

A/N- You got it! Sorry it took so long I was adjusting to my new school schedule before I started writing again. And SAME! It's my motivation to keep improving, as I don't want to write/post a HMC au I wouldn't want to read. I wasn't sure if you wanted me to tag you or not,so just let me know for the next parts. Anyways, hope you enjoy sorry if it's absolute garbage :[ I'm going to go back and check it one more time tomorrow to look for any typos I missed, but until then please ignore them.

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The halls were buzzing with excitement all over the castle. You couldn't walk 15 feet without hearing the news about the rumored new students. From what your ears had gathered from students rushed conversations while walking to and from your lessons and the occasional accidental (read: deliberate) snooping, they were international students coming from somewhere in Asia. You were quite uninterested to say the least. (Or so you tried to tell yourself). If anything, you were confused and even a little irked at the news. As rumors tend to lack factual evidence, there's is no telling how many new students you'll be getting, how old they are, when exactly they'll be arriving and last but not least WHY they are coming to hogwarts on the cusp of the first exam season of the year. How inconvenient for the new students and the teachers, to be plopped into a class and then taking an exam on it days later, in a foreign language as you can only assume English isn't their first language. You became so invested in the news however, that you just HAD to solve it. You had to figure out all the answers. You saw it as a challenge: a riddle if you will. This always happens when new rumors surface. You try to convince yourself that you just don't care, that you remain unbothered at all times. But your Ravenclaw spirit sees this as a brain game. You just love the rush of sneaking around and discovering the truth before everyone else. You never share what you discover though, it's just a personal accomplishment that you record in your journal. Sometimes you've gotten into a couple sticky situations but nothing terrible or detention worthy. Just a "Miss L/N, why are you pretending to be a gargoyle above the gardens?" Or a "Can you please stop smelling people's closets, we assure you we will find whoever is taking our gillyweed on our own. " You were so close to solving the last one too. Your money is on one of the Weasley kids. You could've sworn that they left a trail of fallen wet Dill leaves that they used to replace the gillyweed that led all the way back to the Gryffindor common room.

Your steps are quick as you make the last turn to the doors of the great Hall for breakfast, and your quick pace is kept all the way until you're seated at the nearly empty Ravenclaw table. Usually the table is bustling with students shoving food down their throat, chatting up a storm to their friends whose heavy heads are playing a sleepy game of tag with the table or their cereal bowl. This morning, however, you decided to arrive to breakfast as early as possible, for the sole purpose of gathering more information on the new students -but don't get it wrong, you aren't interested in them: no. Your mission to gather information on them stems from the fact that you need to know what to prepare yourself for. More trouble makers? Dear God, you can barely handle the ones you have. Pompous students that strut down the hallways and expect those around them to worship the ground they walk on? Ugh we don't need anymore of those. Snobs? Bullies? Sweet innocent small children? Not likely. But there's so many possibilities. As a Ravenclaw, you prefer to stay on top of things and be prepared for whatever is thrown your way. Your grades are important to you and the last thing you need is trouble right before your exams- ESPECIALLY care for magical creatures .... It is the only class you struggle with and just can't seem to bring your grade up to the same score as all your other classes no matter how hard to try. Hagrid pities you, he really does but you can only lose your projects so many times before he has to subtract it from your grade.

"It's not MY fault the projects can run away on their own" you mutter to yourself before pouring a cup of pumpkin juice standing up to examine the other foods available. Your eyes scan the contents presented on the table over the rim of your goblet as you sip from it. After the second wizarding war in Hogwarts, they partnered with other wizarding schools to help send students all over the world to the school of their choice for different opportunities. As a result of all the different cultures and traditions, the kitchen started loading the table with more diverse food choices at every meal. Clicking your tongue at the delicious looking Ethiopian breakfast dish, you decide to go for something you've had before so you don't upset your stomach before your school day.

By the time you're putting the last bit of scrambled eggs on your plate a few more students have shuffled in for breakfast. You quickly sit and begin to eat keeping your ears open for any news of the supposed newcomers. Again, you really aren't that interested in them you swear.....

However minutes pass of you listening to a young Gryffindor complain about the girl she likes not noticing her, suddenly a conversation that carried over from the Hufflepuff table caught your attention.

"Seven?!" A voice exclaimed.

"keep your voice down!"

You turned your attention to two girls, one Hufflepuff and one Gryffindor. You recognized the first voice to be Kim Yong Sun, and the second as Moonbyul Yi; the both of them seventh year transfers from South Korea during their second year.

"Sorry. But how do you know? There hasn't been any confirmation of them arriving let alone how many there are. " Yongsun eyed Moonbyul skeptically and you can hear the click of her chopsticks being set down from where you're sitting you're listening so closely. You slightly nod in agreement to the conversation you aren't a part of. She's right. There hasn't been any confirmation or factual evidence of transfer students. Yet here you are, sitting in the breakfast hall at 6:05 am on a Friday morning listening to fourth year romance drama and the yawns of a few other students like you're life depends on it. Maybe this is stupid, you should just go back up to bed and let it go. You aren't one for caring about new students or rumors anyways. Maybe you were just looking for something to distract you from the upcoming exams: Yeah, that was probably it. You sigh picking up one last piece of toast making up your mind to take it upstairs with you. Putting the piece of toast in your mouth you place your hands on the table to stabilize you as you swing one leg off of the bench to get up.

"I know one of them." Moonbyul responds quietly. You bite your toast out of surprise causing the rest of it to fall from your mouth as you plop down to straddle the bench with a loud thud while playing hot potato with your toast attempting to save it before it hit the floor. You glace around to see if anyone noticed, but thankfully those there are much too tired to care. You swing your leg back into your seat and continuee to listen to their conversation. Everyone needs a little distraction every now and then right? A hobby? Can snooping be considered a hobby....? I guess you're really doing this again.

"You know them? Really? So they're from South Korea too?" Yongsun asked while beginning to eat again.

"Yep. But I only know one of them pretty well, his name is Kim Seokjin and he's in my year. The rest of them I've only met a few times through him. "

Yongsun pondered what was said before speaking .

"Wait- seven of them..... Are they those loud boys from the music club you were in back home? Some of them are a little young don't you think?"

Moonbyul laughed. "Yep that's them! And no- the youngest of them should be a fourth year right about now."

You figured you had heard enough information to go on and decided to actually go back to your dorm this time. You left your spot at the table and began to make your way back to your room for a quick nap before school began. Your walk back was filled with thoughts of the new kids. "Loud boys? Great." You said bitterly turning down a hall. " What does it have to do with me? From what I heard they are different ages, which will separate them a bit. Maybe none of them will even be in my house, and I won't see them. After all, there's only seven of them and a whole school of other students. I probably won't even notice them. "

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A fork clinked gently against a goblet, and McGonagall rose to her feet. "May I have your attention please."

The loud dinner chatter quieted down almost immediately and all heads turned to the teacher's table.

"Thank you." She placed her goblet down before returning her gaze to the students. "As many of you have heard, there are rumors going around that Hogwarts will be accepting some new students. It is my pleasure to finally put these rumors to rest- "

A chorus of disappointed sighs and groans rang through the hall, looks like they weren't getting new students after all. You almost let out a disappointed sigh but caught yourself. You didn't want new students, they were a distraction and a nuisance. Right? I mean... It was a little bit of a disappointment considering all the hard work and snooping you had been doing recently. Your friend group doesn't spread rumors much, so everything you knew had been from eaves dropping and hiding, like the gargoyle incident. You guess you sat up there for 45 minutes all for nothing.

"-excuse me please quiet down." The students all shut their mouths quickly, afraid of angering her. "As I was saying, I am happy to finally introduce to you our new students from South Korea." The hall erupted into excited chatter, girls and boys alike fawning over whether or not the newcomers were attractive, nice, mean or any other possibility, like you have been for weeks ever since you overheard the students chatting about it outside the potions cupboard you were in when the rumors first started.

Clearing her throat the headmaster gave a sharp warning look to all the students, again silencing them. "As you know, usually transfer students come on the first day of school with the first years to get sorted. However, there was a couple issues regarding the ministry during their application process, so they arrived later than usual. I have no doubts that you will all make them feel very welcome here." She waved her hand as a signal to Filtch, who scampered out of the Great Hall, returning only a few moments later with a trail of students behind him.

Seven. There was seven of them just like you'd heard about this morning. You feel your chest swell with pride. You did good for a half assed Snoop mission. They were all male, and most looked to be around your age, and you'd be lying if you said they weren't in the least bit attractive. You scowled internally knowing that their looks would be all you'd hear about during your study sessions in the common room.

The sorting hat was brought in and the sorting began. McGonagall unrolled a small piece of parchment and read off the first name "Jung Hoseok", and you held your breath as the first boy made his way up.

He looked rather pleasant. His bright face was framed with medium length brown hair, and his smile was wide. He was practically glowing as he sat on the stool. There was a few moments of silence before the hat shouted out a loud "Hufflepuff!" And the hall clapped while McGonagall lead him to the proper table.

Slowly one by one each of the other boys went up. There was another Hufflepuff, his name was Park Jimin, and a Gryffindor whose name was Jungkook. 'So far so good' you think to yourself.

The next boy to go was called Kim Namjoon. He was tall and had a pair of square modern glasses perched on his nose, the legs of the glasses covered by his messy silvery gray hair. He's a bit taller than most of the others so the stool looked comically small beneath his long legs which he had stretched out for his feet to rest on the heels of his shoes. He radiated nerves with his hands rubbing up and down his black pants and his cheek pulled in slightly as he chewed on it. You were too lost in thought to realize it had been almost an entire minute of silence when the hat announced a very loud "RAVENCLAW!"

You felt your face scrunch up a bit but clapped anyway. I mean, it's only one of them and he looks rather pleasant; not too loud or obnoxious. He looks put together-maybe a little clumsily- but still respectable. You watched him take a seat and shake hands with other students. Yeah, he seems pretty ok. Instead of paying attention you continued to study the boy. After all, there's only a small chance one of the last three would be a Ravenclaw. The next name which you recognized as the boy Moonbyul knew, Kim Seokjin but blocked it out after that.

Namjoon seemed to be getting along nicely with the other students at the table. His smile was friendly and welcoming and his demeanor calm and assured.

"GRYFFINDOR"

You clapped absent mindedly as you continued to watch Namjoon become much less nervous than he had been up on the stool. His eyes gleaming and his honey skin shining in the great Hall lights giving off a faint golden glow. He literally held the presence of a god. You were beginning to doubt what Yongsun had said about them being loud as you watched the next boy climb up to the stool, and you looked around at the other new students and noticed they all were pretty quiet and calm, aside from Jungkook whose cheeks had flushed pink as Seokjin had an arm thrown over his shoulders supposedly boasting about what you heard to be his "handsome face", and his "baby boy kookie" . You really did seem to have nothing to worry about, it was just your anxiety that made you so scared of newcomers.

"RAVENCLAW"

Again you applauded without thinking before you froze. You looked back up to the stool and watched a boy about as tall as Namjoon bounce excitedly over to Namjoon and plop down right next him with a loud "Namjoon-hyung!" Followed by a box shaped smile and a joyful giggle. His eyes were dark to match his fluffy long ish hair that looked unsually soft. He was much louder than his friend Namjoon, you could hear his introductions and laugh travel down to your seat of the table, enabling you to hear his name: Kim Taehyung. You glared lightly at him sizing him up when suddenly your glare was met with bright cheerful eyes. 'Dont blush you're not interested, dont' You felt your face contort into a look of shock and heat slowly rise to your face before Taehyung sent you a wide boxy smile that caused his eyes to crinkle into small crescents, a sight that made you flush even more - you couldn't deny he was attractive. 'no no no no no-' At the sight of your blush you heard him laugh out a loud "cute", turning your face to an even darker shade of red than you had even thought possible. Those near him followed his gaze and laughed a little bit at your red face and a few "awww Y/N"'s and "oooh get it girl" were sent your way. You quickly tore your eyes away from his and shoveled the food down your throat causing you to choke on it, your hands grasped for your drink which a panicked seatmate handed you. You chugged half of it down before sputtering out a few coughs.

"Are you okay Y/N?" The same seatmate asked with a concerned look.

You nodded noticing that most of your table had now focused their attention on you. Embarrassment now completely took over your body as you shot up from your seat so fast you hit your knee off of the table and knocked your drink over to spill all over your robes. You let out a sound of frustration but you didn't let it stop you from your mission: to get out of the great Hall and to hide under your covers until morning. You turned and walked out as fast as you could ignoring the calls and stares you felt from the table. You made it outside of the great Hall and began to sprint down the halls all the way to the common room door.

Gasping out the password you don't even wait for the door to open all the way before you push inside the common room and up the steps to your dorm room. You slam the door shut and fall on the floor, the only sound in the room being your loud labored breathing and your wild heartbeat. After a few moments your breathing calmed down and it finally hit you what you had just done.

"oh my God I'm such an idiot! Why couldn't I just let this one go? " You stood up and stomped your way to your dresser and ripped out some night clothes. "Was your life really this boring? You could've just ignored the new students. You could've just not given a damn but no. " You slammed the drawer shut and went into the bathroom to begin changing. Aggressively taking off your sticky pumpkin juice covered robes with a grunt "You just HAD to get involved in the rumors. You KNOW you can't let something go once you commit to it. You shouldn't have even committed to it. Hell, you should've stopped after you were caught snooping around the class attendance lists" You slid on your night clothes and picked up your robes to take a closer look at them with a sigh.

"now I have to wash my robes tomorrow because YOU have no self control and can't stop being nosy." You glared at yourself in the mirror, sticking your tongue out at the reflection.

Exiting the bathroom you ball up your robes and place them in your hamper. You have calmed down significantly, the steam and anger from the embarassing moment in the hall finally wearing off. With a inhuman groan you dragged your hands down the sides of your face. "He's just a boy. All he did was smile at me... And call me cute...." Your thoughts drifted off to his cute box smile, and twinkling brown eyes. You abruptly sat up with a determined look. "No. No no no no. You don't have time for crushes, you only have one more week till exams and you aren't letting your grades slip just because a cute boy happens to join your house. Just ignore him. It's easy as that. " You pull your covers down and flop into bed.

A couple hours had passed, and you pretended to sleep when all your dormmates came up to bed one by one. Eventually after some tossing and turning you sigh. Your mind is full of that stupid boy, and the way he called you cute. So much for not even noticing the new kids.

~DeepSheep