No fair maiden should die alone. Shall I read to you in your final moments? What story would you like?
How about the story of the idiotic Slytherin who won't leave the Gryffindor alone?
Oh! I love that story! It has such a happy ending, too—why, the Gryffindor was really feigning her illness in order to get the Slytherin's attention! Who would have guessed it? Such a clever girl. And the bedroom scene is so lovely—it's worth reading through all of their ceaseless banter!
This interaction here is fucking perfect. It’s the happiest I’ve seen He Tian (and he’s not usually a gloomy guy, but hey, the guy looks like he’s feeling good). Xixi is waaaay more physically comfortable around Jian Yi than he used to be, and he’s actually playing along, you know? Like, “Yeah, sure, let’s have a double date hang out. I’ll complain a bit when you’re a little rough, but I don’t mind being led (not even when you push me onto that bed and I mysteriously disappear to go to the toilet right after that).”
Mo freaks out all the time, but I’m not sure if he wants or doesn’t want to spend time alone with He Tian. He shouldn’t want that. (I mean, he should, but he shouldn’t show it, because character consistency, right?) So JianZhan hanging out with them should make him feel safer.
… Or not. Jian Yi, carrier of the terrible foot-in-mouth disease, is unwittingly pushing the right wrong buttons.
I’m super intrigued as to what comes next. Will Mo spend the night there? (”Relax. I won’t do anything to you,” He Tian will say, and with a softer tone add, “Nothing you don’t want me to do, ever again.”) Will Jian confess properly on the way back home? (”I told you a million times to stay close, dickhead!” Zhan will yell. “Hold my hand, then,” Jian will tease. He will pull Zhan towards him until their faces are close and then he’ll murmur, “Say, Xi… Can we… kiss?”) Or will OX suddenly change to a different scene? (GDI, Old Xian…)
If Bonnie had told him she was a leprechaun he couldn’t have looked more dumbstruck.
“There, there’s your truth. I’m pregnant, I’m eighteen years old, I have no money to my name, my friends are-,” her voice cracks and magic slips from beneath her fingers. The wind rises to a strong gust, whipping through her hair.
“Bonnie-,” he warns, glancing down at the water.
She yanks her arm away with a viciousness that surprises them both. The river is roaring, bubbling like a cauldron. “ - and I’m stuck with you, of all people. God. What a sick joke. Have you ever cared about anything but yourself in your whole miserable life you selfish jerk -”
She never hears his reply.
The bridge gives out under their feet, and the river opens her boiling arms to receive them.
This is the first installment of seven of the Holidays in Holland series! This is a Calum series specially written for the holidays (as if that wasn’t clear yet). The amazing Fleur (@lukefightme) gave me some inspiration (as she is my fellow Dutchie) and has offered to make drawings based off the imagines. I really love her for it and appreciate all the effort she’s putting in this to make the series a success.
Some parts of the imagines will be in Dutch, but I’ll put a translation behind it in cursive brackets!
You can see the drawings [here] when they’re posted
I hope you all like this and please give me [feedback] if you’d like!
December 5th, 1:24pm - Alkmaar, the Netherlands
“Mama? Papa?” Calum watched as his wife Daphne stepped into her childhood home for the first time in three years. Sofie, their daughter, held onto her mother tightly, looking at her surroundings bewildered. “Maud? Daan? Ik ben er! Oh en Calum en Sofie natuurlijk ook. (I’m here! Oh and Calum and Sofie too, of course.)”