not sure if anybody noticed this





Keith was too afraid to admit his feelings to Lance or even try to get him to notice him, but Red on the other hand is like [rubbing paws together] my time has come

Red: [while being flown by Lance] Keith’s eyes sure are pretty aren’t they
Lance: [sighs] yeah…. they are….
: hey wAIT A MINUTE-

Red: so, i noticed you are interested in looking for a person to settle down with after all this is over…
Lance: oh yeah, totally! i’m sure there’s somebody out there waiting for someone as handsome as me to come sweep them off their feet~
Red: really now? do you have anybody in mind yet?
Lance: well-
Red: maybe someone with dark hair and dark eyes? someone just a little shorter than you in height?? someone who’s name starts with the letter K????

[Lance and Keith somehow get stranded on a moon and get attacked by Galra drones, Red comes in and blows up the drones] 

Lance: Sweet! Looks like our ride is here, time to head back to base. let’s go!
Red: [looks between Lance and Keith]
Red: [turns and takes off, leaving Lance and Keith behind]
Lance: w-wait- where- WHERE ARE YOU GOING?? COME BACK!
Keith: [internal screaming bc he knows what Red is doing]

anonymous asked:

1. The polish journalist, who was given broccoli by Harry, talked about the interview recently and I haven't seen it anywhere yet, so I thought I would share the translation! "I was very impressed with Harry. He acted like a true gentleman and was incredibly nice. I admire him for kind of distancing himself from all of the things that are happening around him without letting anyone down. He's just really nice and funny"

2. “When he looks at you, he seems super interested in what you’re saying. He looks at people in a very specific way. He would look at me the whole time and sometimes it was so intense I just couldn’t keep that eye contact with him anymore. I think I even stuttered once when he looked at me cause I didn’t know what was going on, but then he smiled, winked at me and we made it!”

3.“Me and the other journalist where sitting in our chairs already, and Harry was eating lunch somewhere. At some point he yelled, ‘Hey, anybody wants some broccoli?’ Everybody said, ‘No, thank you’, which is what every normal person would do. But, of course, I had to be like, yeah, I want your broccoli. So I said I wanted it and was sure it was a joke and a minute later I learned it wasn’t”

4. He came up to me gave me a hug, asked me about my name, how I was, where I came from and then he just stood in front of me. I had no idea what he wanted, it was very awkward. That’s when I noticed Harry was holding a plate with his half eaten lunch on it. I think none of us knew what to do next so he said he brought me some food. I told him I thought it was just a joke. He said that I need to take some of his broccoli. There were no forks or anything, but he insisted, so I ate the broccoli.“

First of all, thank you loads for this. It’s really lovely of you to share this, and I certainly haven’t seen it around so far!

Second of all, this is… there’s something so… I don’t know if I have words for what this is. It’s so *casual* and it matches *every* perception of him so well that it’s… wow. He is who he is, through and through. Good for him. 

Thanks again, love! xx

2 | You’ll Never Walk Alone



series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut

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Did anybody else notice that Steven said that Bismuth wanted to shatter “gems” even though Bismuth specifically said that she was only going to shatter the diamonds and higher ups like Holly Blue Agate?

Like did the writers realize that their is no reason for her to be bubbled so they had to misquote Bismuth so they could villainize her and justify her being bubbled? Because it sure looks like it!

anonymous asked:

But he hasn't supported the community? Not publicly. The other guys have, he never has. And probably never will.

okay so since you decided to send me such an unintelligent message without even doing basic research  (literally…you could have just looked it up without being so condescending) here’s a lot of the public support louis has shown for the lgbt+ community that should NEVER be overlooked.

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@x-unvoid: Can you do a harry hook imagine where you get kid napped and he’s a worried af boyfriend lol I’m so basic

Harry Hook x Reader

Hades’ daughter, Y/N, has been kidnapped by Scar’s son, Santiago, and Claude Frollo’s son, Calvin, in order to get revenge on the infamous Harry Hook



warnings: swearing, threatening, kidnapping, mature content a bit, and a bit of fluff at end

word count: 2967

Originally posted by butterflywingednight


That’s all you could see as a bag was flung over your head in the middle of the night while walking home from Ursula’s Fish & Chips after the traditional game night you, Uma, Harry, and Gil had every Wednesday night. 

Harry, your long term boyfriend of three years, had insisted to walk you home, but you protested by saying you were big enough to take care of yourself and reassured Harry that you’d see him after he had helped Uma close up for the night, meeting back at your place. But he was going to be in for a surprise when he got to your place. 

A hand was placed over your mouth before you knew it you were being swept off your feet and carried into the darkness. 

Who in the hell was taking you this late at night? Maybe they were waiting until you were alone to be able to sweep you off your feet without anybody noticing? 

You didn’t know and you had no idea who was taking you until you heard a familiar voice speak from beside you. 

“Don’t you think Harry will be mad? I mean, he’s bound to find out sooner or later, San.” Calvin stated as he kept look out for Santiago, making sure that nobody was witnessing the whole ordeal. 

“Shut up, you idiot! She may not be able to speak, but she can certainly hear your voice, you fool!” Santiago hissed, hitting Calvin in his arm that earned a groan from the boy. Santiago rolled his eyes at how pathetic Calvin was being and turned his attention back to the girl in his arms. He wasn’t wrong, though. You could everything crystal clear and you couldn’t wait until Harry found out and came to your rescue.  

Harry had always promised that him and the crew would always protect you, no matter what. Harry was very protective and always promised you two would find a way off the Isle somehow and someway. If there was one person he would go to ends of the earth for, it was you and only you. It was like you put a spell on him and he was all yours. 

You were drawn from your thoughts when you were thrown onto the cold, hard, and rough floor that was most likely Santiago’s cave. He had always kept his prisoners in there because not a single person would even dare to step foot in his cave, especially with the sons and daughter of the three hyena’s hanging around the cave. Shania, Benji, and Erik. The three were even more scary than Uma, Harry, and Gill put together. 

Your mouth was uncovered, but before you could even make a sound there was a piece of cloth shoved into your mouth, basically gagging you. Calvin worked on tying your hands behind your back as your mouth was being stuffed with the cloth. You began to squirm around on the scratchy ground, scratching up your knees in the process. You knew there was no way in getting out of this. 

“Not so tough now, huh? Your little hook boy can’t come and save you, darlin’. Sorry to break it to you.” Santiago spoke as he let out a sinister laugh, dragging his hand across your cheek, making you nudge away from his touch. “He took what’s ours and now we’re taking what’s his. Don’t take it too personally.” Calvin said as he shrugged and got up from the floor, following behind Santiago as they waltzed their way out of the room. 

You were fucked. 

Harry made his way through the alleyway as his hook twirled around in the palm of his left hand, whistling a faint tune. 

He knew that he shouldn’t have let Y/N walk home all by herself, but he knew that she was big enough to handle herself and she had magic on her side from her father. 

Boy, was he wrong. 

He made his way to Y/N’s home, stopping at her door before slowly pushing it open in fear that she was sound asleep and afraid that he might end up waking her up. Harry shut the door behind him before beginning to climb the stair that laid in front of him, still whistling but in a softer tune this time. Harry had always found it better to listen to the sound of music or whistling instead of hearing the ticking noise on his father’s boat when he was younger. 

Once Harry reached the top of the stairs he set his tricorn on the railing along with his hook, letting it hang from the railing. Harry made his way towards the bedroom, trying to make as little noise as he possibly could as he approached the room that him and Y/N had shared from time to time. Harry peeped his head through the cracked door, pushing it open a bit with a smile of his face before having it fall flat at the realization that Y/N had not been in the room. 

“Y/N?” He called out in confusion, furrowing his eyebrows. 

No answer. 

“Y/N? Where are you? I swear to god if you’re pulling some shit on me-” Harry stopped once he finally came to the realization that you weren’t actually there. His heartbeat started to speedup and become louder, almost being able to actually hear it through his own ears. Harry’s whole face turned a deep red and his whole body tensed up at the thought of what might be actually happening right now. 

His heart began to sink. 

If he wouldn’t have let you walk alone, then maybe you would be in bed where he was expecting to see you. Safe, waiting for him, all wrapped up in blankets with inviting and open arms. 

Harry shook away his thoughts before rushing to the railing, grabbing his tricorn hat and hook, sliding it into the palm of his left hand and keeping a firm grip on it until his knuckles turned white. 

He knew exactly who did this and it was all over a stupid scarf that he had swiped from Calvin’s neck that ended up in someone else’s hands by the end of the night in Ursula’s Fish & Chips. The scarf wasn’t even that good and he couldn’t understand why he needed it back so badly to the point where he would kidnap his girlfriend. 

Harry stormed over towards Ursula’s Fish & Chips to gather up Gil and Uma to come along for the showdown. Harry knew that they’d help him. They always had his back no matter what and that’s why he loved them to bits and pieces. 

Harry banged on the saloon styled doors, shaking them violently to get Uma’s attention or even Gil’s attention. He was breathless and desperate. Harry knew that he couldn’t go alone, but if he had to, then he would. 

“What’s so important that you had to almost knock my d-” Uma opened the door, scolding him and questioning him before actually taking a moment to take in Harry’s appearance. Harry’s pupils has been blown, he was completely breathless, his jaw clenched, and his body was so tensed up that he could’ve probably explode at any moment. 

“Santiago and Calvin have taken Y/N, Uma. I need you to help me get her back, please? You can either come with me or not, but I don’t have much time to waste, okay? Who knows what those two fucking scumbags could be doing to her right now.” Harry spoke quickly as he rushed the sentence from his mouth, staring at Uma with his blown pupils. Uma can definitely tell that he wasn’t kidding and he was worried out of his mind. She needed to help him. 

Uma rushed back inside, grabbing a sword from the drop-off bucket before placing it in the sheath that was around her hip and rushing back to Harry. Uma shut the saloon doors behind her before running off into the darkness of the night. 

Your fingers curled around the rope as you desperately tried to unravel the knot that had been tied, but failing attempt after attempt. It was better than having to listen to the three annoying laughs that would occasionally fill the cave. 

Santiago and Calvin had been so wrapped up in arguing about whether or not Mal and Ben’s relationship was going to work out, but you couldn’t care less. You just wanted to be wrapped up in Harry’s arms with having him tell you everything was going to be okay and how stupid he was for letting you walk home on your own, but he wasn’t being stupid and was actually showing trust and believing in you. 

You were drawn from your thoughts as Shania, Benji, and Erik began to circle around you, their laughs echoing the cave. 

“Your little boy toy isn’t here to save you, now is he? Such a shame that he let a pretty little thing like you roam the Isle at night, Y/N.” Benji spoke as he circled around, letting out a sinister laugh. “Maybe when he does get here, then we could just get him to go away by mocking the ticking noise that drove his own father insane!” Shania teased, her laugh following right behind Benji’s. “We could just tell him that the crock is following right behind him and we’ll have him running for the hills!” Erick added in, nudging his fellow cousins before following the both of them with his high pitched laugh. 

You hissed at them, attempting to get the rag out of your mouth, but failing horribly. You just wanted to rip them to shreds from the words that were shamelessly dripping from their lips about your boyfriend. Nobody could and would ever talk about him that way if you were able to punch them right in the mouth to shut them up. 

“Harry wouldn’t even come towards us with his hook! What is he gonna do? Jab at us w-” Shania was interrupted by a thick Scottish accent, knowing exactly who was cutting her off and she didn’t even have to turn around to find out.

“Well, well, well,” Harry spoke up, dragging his hook across the cave walls before letting out a small and sinister chuckle from under his breath. “I’m actually very hurt that you think that low of me, mate. I could have all five of you hanging from off the plank in a matter of seconds! Right, Uma?” Harry seethed through gritted teeth, turning to Uma to get her approval of his words before turning his gaze to your own. 

Uma nodded, rolling her eyes at the annoying habit Harry always had. Harry had always sought for approval from anyone he was with just to prove his point and it was annoying, but Uma had learned to put up with it. 

You sat there with the three cousins twirling around you like they were in some sort of cult that was making a sacrifice to the devil. Your face was red from the build up of anger that was boiling inside of you, your arms tied behind your back as it began to get a bit uncomfortable, and your mouth was still gagged with a dirty cloth from Santiago’s cave. It broke Harry’s heart knowing that you had been in so much pain and torture for the past hour or two you had been in here. 

“We just want what’s ours and we’ll give you what’s yours, Harry. You know that scarf has meaning to my father and I, but you still took it!” Calvin scolded at Harry, taken back the fact that he had actually shown up to the forbidden cave of Santiago and Scar. 

Uma sized up to Calvin, looking him up and down with a look of pure disgust. “Just give us the girl back, or we’ll just toss the scarf overboard along with you and the three musketeers! You know I don’t have any problem with taking out the trash, Calvin.” Uma teased, giving him a small boo that caused Calvin to jump back a bit in surprise. Of course, they were all shivering in their boots as soon as Uma came around because everyone knew she basically ran the Isle. When she says something, she means it. 

Harry kept his gaze on your own as your eyes stayed locked during the whole arguing back and forth between Uma and Calvin. Harry’s face twitched a bit before deciding enough was enough. 

Harry drew his sword, gesturing towards the three cousins that had still been circling around Y/N. He looked at Uma before they both decided it was time to get it on and over with.

Shania drew her own sword from it’s sheath before rushing over towards Harry with determination that she wasn’t going down without a fight. Harry did the same as he quickly knelt on the ground as Shania came into view, sweeping her legs right from underneath her as it left her laying on the floor that was below her. 

Uma began to take on the two boys, eventually getting a hold of Calvin’s sword before taking a blow to the back of the head from Santiago that caused her to stumble onto the ground as pain burned behind her eyes. Uma struggled to get to her feet, but eventually regaining her balance and reaching for the two swords that had been on the scattered on the floor after taking the blow to the head. 

Uma thrusts both swords at the boys before taking the opportunity to point both sharp ends at their throats, causing them to lift up their heads up in fear. Uma took that chance to get close enough to Santiago before kicking him in the groin area that caused the boy to drop down on both knees, taking an advantage of his pain in order to snatch the third sword. 

Calvin’s eyed widened before deciding enough was enough as he made his way to escape through the entrance of the cave, leaving his partner in crime to fend for himself. 

Uma watched Santiago cower away in pain, pointing the end of the knife to his throat once more before forcing him to scatter to his feet, still groaning in the pain that had been inflicted on him. 

Meanwhile, Harry was fighting off Shania as he pointed the sword down to her torso, basically threatening the other two that he would do damage if they had moved any closer. The four of them quickly shifted their attention over to Uma who had already scared one off and was about the scare off the other one which would also make the other three scatter along with them. 

“Give up yet? We could take all three of you to the plank if that’s what you want, but I don’t think it is, is it?” Uma questioned, shuffling her body closer to Santiago as the sword began to get closer and closer to his neck, threatening to cause harm if he moved forwards to fight back.

Santiago was trembling in fear as he flinched at her words, shaking his head. “N-No…” He stuttered, keeping his back against the cave wall as he did not want to move an inch closer in fear of what Uma might do. Uma let a crazed spread across her lips as she shook her head in approval. “That’s what I thought, San. Now, scram before I have each and every single one of you swimming with the sharks!” Uma lowered her sword, gesturing to the entrance of the cave as if she was telling all of them to leave before they actually did some real damage. 

Harry removed his sword from Shania’s torso, watching as all four scattered around to leave the cave as fast as they could, a small grin forming on Harry’s face that seemed even more crazed than Uma’s. You had watch the whole thing happen, yours eyes had been widened the whole time in horror and you just couldn’t wait to get out of here. 

After the four had fled the cave, Harry rushed over to you as he pulled the gag from out of your mouth and took the pocket knife that was secured around his belt, cutting the ropes from your wrist that had left a few bruises and redness from them being so tight. Harry pulled you into his arms, cradling the back of your head with his palm as he tucked your head into his chest. Your arms immediately snaked around his torso, letting out a few deep breaths and a few sobs. Harry pulled himself away, his fingers stroking the hair away from your face that had fallen while you were tied down before swiping his thumb across your cheek to wipe away your tears. 

“Y/N, I was so worried. I thought I lost you forever and I’m so stupid for letting y-” You curled your fingers around the collar of his coat before pulling him close to you, replacing your hands to his cheeks as his lips met your own. You knew you had to shut him up and keep him from saying anything else. Harry placed his palm on the side of your face before cradling it as his fingers danced softly along the apples of your cheeks, placing a soft kiss on your lips that was more sweet than passionate. 

He pulled away, breaking into a smile. “Just promise me from now on that you’ll let me walk you home when I offer it, okay?” He spoke softly, caressing the side of your face with his thumb. 


And with that being said, you both got to your feet, interlocking your fingers together before making your way into the darkness that consumed the night. 

I’m soooo sorry if there are any spelling or grammatical errors:((((((  I’ve been so busy the past few days with school starting back up soon and sports:( but my writing will definitely improve when I’m not super busy with everything happening at once! I hope you enjoyed it and I’m already beginning to work on other writings, so if you have any suggestions don’t hesitate to ask!

I’ll Help You (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

She’s not eating. Why isn’t she eating?

It’s breakfast in the Great Hall and Draco is sipping his usual cup of tea while he surveys the Gryffindor table. His eyes are locked on [Y/N] [L/N] as he half listens to Pansy nattering on about the latest fashion trends in France or whatnot. He arches an eyebrow when he finally sees you reaching for your spoon but frowns when you make no move to put any food in your mouth.

It’s been going on like this for a while now, you coming down to the feasts only to sit quietly by your friends as you stare off into space. It also frustrates him that he seems to be the only one who has noticed your odd behavior.

“Pansy.” He says suddenly, interrupting her rather animated rant on leather skirts. “Does she look thinner to you?”

Pansy scrunches up her nose in confusion. “Does who look thinner?” 

“Her.” Draco gestures in your direction with a piece of toast.

Pansy raises her finely plucked eyebrows at him skeptically but obliges him and regards you thoughtfully. “That’s [L/N], right? She does look a little bit on the light side.” She observed. She then swivels in her seat to look at Draco. “Why has that suddenly piqued your interest?” She asks slyly, a smirk slowly making itself home on her face.

“No reason.” Draco says quickly, making a show of devouring his last piece of toast. “You’d better eat up, class starts soon and I have no intention of waiting for you.”  He tells her, eager to change the subject. Thankfully, Pansy decided not to pursue it instead choosing to continue he earlier rant. When he was sure that her attention was fully diverted, his focus sidled back to you. He really didn’t like this weird clenching feeling in his chest and he resolved to keep a close watch on you for the rest of the day.

The day passed and everything was relatively normal. True to his word, Draco’s attention never strayed from you and by the time lunch finally arrived, he was just about ready to tear his hair out.

Why hasn’t anybody noticed her condition?

You moved around sluggishly as if in a daze. Tiredness was written all over your face but no one so much as voiced their concerns. 

“Eat for fucks sake. Eat.” He murmured under his breath. You frowned suddenly as if hearing his thoughts and for a split second, your eyes were locked onto his. The eye contact didn’t last, however, seeing as Draco quickly looked away praying to both things holy and unholy that no one had noticed how his skin had gone an unnatural shade of pink.

Dammit, I’m acting like a blushing maiden.

“Draco, you’re staring.” Pansy commented nonchalantly as she examined her reflection in the back of a spoon.

Draco glared at her halfheartedly. “Of course I’m not, shut up Pansy.”

Pansy merely stuck her tongue out at him in response, then her expression turned weirdly sympathetic. “If it makes you feel better, I have noticed that [L/N] has been acting a little oddly lately. She looked particularly unsteady on her way out of Potions, but then again, it could have been just the ghastly fumes omitting from that place.”

Draco perked up immediately. “Exactly, there’s definitely something going on with her! We just need to figure out w-” He stopped short at the look Pansy was now giving him. “What?”

Pansy just shook her head slowly while turning back to her reflection. “Has it occurred to you that you might be getting a little obsessive, darling?”

Draco spluttered indignantly.”I just think she’s acting a little off! That’s not obsessive, it’s healthy curiosity!” He retorted. “Besides, she’s a Gryffindor. Why would I be obsessive over a Gryffindor?”

Pansy stared off dreamily into space. “It’d be just like that muggle story.” She sighed. “Romeo and Juliet.”

“… Pansy.” He ground out through gritted teeth. “They both die you utter bint.”

“So? I happen to love tragic love stories.”

Draco groaned and didn’t even bother trying to look dignified when he let his head hit the table.


Draco’s worry was starting to wane as nothing out of the ordinary happened to you. Sure, he was still concerned but he figured maybe you had just caught a nasty sickness somewhere.

The incident occurred in the last class which happened to be Defence Against the Dark Arts (of course it was). Everything was going fine until the last half hour of the lesson, when the professor decided to test the students on the new spells they had been taught by organising a short dueling session.

To his chagrin, you got paired up with Theodore Nott, and Draco ended up with Looney Lovegood.

“No need to go easy on me, okay Draco? I can take care of myself.” Luna informed him in her usual dreamy like voice.

Draco caught his sneer in the last moment and instead gave the girl a strained nod before looking back at you. You were starting to look pale again, and are your hands shaking? These are not good signs.

“She doesn’t look good, does she?” Luna’s voice, laced with concern drifted into his ears. He turned to look at her in surprise.

“You noticed? Why haven’t you said anything to her? To her friends?” He snapped harshly.

Luna didn’t so much as flinch. “Why haven’t you said anything?”  She countered.

Draco stared at her in disbelief. “Are you crazy? They’d hex me on the spot if I so much as got within seven paces of them!”

Luna tilted her head slightly to the side as she regarded him. “You’re right. I forgot that they didn’t like you much.” She said finally.

“They hate me, Looney.”

“Hate is a strong word.”

“Yes, that is why I used it funnily enough.”

Saving himself from the conversation, Draco turned away from the Lovegood girl and strode over to stand next to Theodore so that he and Luna could duel side by side to you.

You eyed him curiously up and down but didn’t say anything choosing to send a wicked smirk to Theodore. “Have you ever dueled before, Nott? I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

Theodore looked taken aback at the jab, but took it in stride. “I would worry more about yourself, princess.” He teased, his tone bordering on flirtatious.

Draco was not okay with that.

Thankfully you seemed to take that as an insult because you expression cooled rapidly. “We’ll see.” You said quietly and without warning, you cast.

Locomotor Mortis.

The Leg-Locker Curse hit Theodore square on the shoulder and he went down less than gracefully. His arms were still free though and he threw his own spell at you.


You didn’t miss a beat. “Protego.” You pointed your wand at a desk. “Oppugno.” It began mercilessly hammering Theodore on the head.

Said person had completely forgotten his wand in favour of using his arms to shield himself from the attacking object, while his legs were still pathetically glued together.

It was very clear who won that round.

“Go [Y/N]!” Luna cheered, clapping enthusiastically.

You gave her a tired smile in return, and that’s when Draco noticed your sudden pallor.

“How did react so quickly? Teach me your techniques!” Lovegood buzzed excitedly, not noticing how you were now swaying slightly.

Draco did notice however and he tensed.

You ran a hand through your hair as you gave Luna a strained smile. “T-there’s not much to teach, really. You’ve just got to mov-”


Draco was by your side in a heartbeat. He tapped your cheek lightly but you didn’t stir. 

“Someone get the professor!” He yelled, ignoring the strange looks he was getting from his classmates.

“What’s happening, what have we got? Oh my.” The professor copied Draco’s position and kneeled down beside you. He took your wrist gently and paused for a moment listening to your pulse. Draco hadn’t realised he was stroking your hair but he didn’t stop, imagining that if you were awake, you would have found it comforting.

“Everyone, give Miss [L/N] some space please!” The professor declared. “We need to get her to the Hospital Wing.”

“I’ll do it.” Draco offered immediately. That finally got some reaction.

“Why you, Malfoy?” Weasley spat. “What gives you the right, huh?”

Draco glared at him hatefully. “Maybe because I actually noticed that she’s been feeling off. Unlike you, since you were too busy stuffing your fat face with whatever snacks you can get your filthy hands on!”

“You take that back, Ferret Face!” Weasley drew his wand, his face having gone a very unflattering shade of red that clashed horribly with his hair.

Draco drew his own wand in retaliation and was about ready to throw a hex at the twat but Potter stepped forward.

“Stop it! Stop it both of you! This isn’t going to help [Y/N] and Malfoy’s right, Ron. We weren’t exactly paying attention…” Potter stared shamefully at his feet leaving Draco slightly unnerved that The Boy Who Lived had actually stuck up for him.

“Enough, all of you.” The professor intervened. “I’ll be taking Miss [L/N] to the Hospital Wing. Class dismissed.”

“Professor, may I come with you?” Draco asked hastily, schooling his face into a hopeful expression causing Weasley to snort. Draco paid him no mind and continued to silently beg the professor. “Please sir, we don’t have any more classes anyway…” He pressed.

“All right.” The professor relented. “Come now, we’ve dawdled long enough.”

* * * * * * * * *

Draco never left your side. Not when you were lowered onto the bed. Not when Madame Pomfrey began casting spells on you. Not when she force fed you a potion (he had helped). Especially not when he had been told to leave.

The nurse had given in to his stubbornness and he had been allowed to stay for as long as he wished, on the pretense that he had no classes so that it wouldn’t be a problem.

His hands had somehow gravitated back to your hair and he was still stroking it when you awoke.

“Malfoy?” You inquired a little croakily.

“Y-yes?” He replied a little unsure of himself now that you were actually awake. 

You and him weren’t really friends and he figured it was weird for you to be seeing only him right after gaining consciousness.

You sat up slowly and he didn’t stop you, mostly because he was afraid of what your reaction would be if he did. You took in your surroundings with a slight frown marring your features before turning back to look at him.

“What the hell am I doing here?”

“You fainted.” He said firmly, not able to think of any other way to explain it.

“Ah.” You said, stumped.

“Ah.” Draco echoed.

You gave him a weird look. “Why are you here?”

Thrown off guard by your forwardness, Draco frantically searched the recesses of his brain for a good answer. “Madame Pomfrey made me keep watch.” He lied.

You raised an eyebrow. “And you didn’t throw a fit? I’m impressed.” You mused. “I’m awake so you can go now.” You told him but he didn’t move.

“You fainted because you haven’t been sleeping and eating properly, according to Madame Pomfrey.” Draco said in a rush.

A flash of discomfort crossed your face. “Sooo?” 

Draco stared at you incredulously. “So, why?!” He questioned.

You folded your arms across your chest and avoided his gaze, fixing your eyes on a bedpost instead. “That is completely none of your business, Malfoy. Why on earth do you care?”

Draco stood his ground. “Why?” He repeated.

“Go away.”

“Tell me.”


“That’s my question.”

“Sod off, Malfoy.”

“Tell me what’s going on.”


“Tell. Me.”



“Oh for Godric’s sake. Fine!”

Draco smirked in triumph while you looked like you’d very much like to punch him. He waited patiently while you gathered your wits about you and let out a breath of frustration.

“It’s nothing drastic….” You began quietly.

Draco nodded slightly to indicate he was listening.

“You know my family, right? Well, they’ve always stuck to the oldest traditions and I recently got a letter from them saying that they had arranged a marriage for me and a boy from the Rincewood family.”

Something sharp twisted in Draco’s gut at that and his throat dried up. “They’re quite prestigious.” He managed.

“I declined.” You said flatly.

There was a pause.

“You… declined.” Draco repeated slowly.

You nodded. “They didn’t take it well and one thing led to another. So they may or may not have disowned me now.” You finished in one breath.

Draco sat back in shock. “They really disowned you?”

“Yup.” You confirmed. “The not eating and sleeping was unintentional on my part. It was just the stress building up.”

You sounded quite detached about it all, resigned even. Your eyes had a glossy sheen to them and it seemed to him that you were trying very hard not to cry.

For some reason, he got a really strong urge to comfort you and before he knew it, his hand had already moved to place itself tentatively on your arm and when you didn’t shake him off, he found your hand and gripped it reassuringly. A voice in the back of his head told him that this was very unlike him but he silenced it.

“They’ll come around eventually.” He said as supportively as he could.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes but your fingers curled around his a little tighter. “You obviously don’t know my parents, Malfoy.”

Draco took a chance and used his free hand to thread his fingers back into your hair again. He couldn’t quite hold back his smile when you relaxed into his touch almost immediately.

“You’re right, I don’t know your parents.” He agreed. “But parents are parents. They can be fuck ups- I mean look at my parents- but at the end of the day, they’ll always love you… in their own twisted way.”

You fell silent for a moment but when you spoke again you sounded hopeful. “You think so?”

“Yeah.” He said, shifting uncomfortably. This comforting business really wasn’t his fort but then the smile you gave him afterwards ruled out any other thought. Damn that was bright.

“Besides,” He continued. “If it doesn’t work out, you could always come stay at the Manor for a while. There’s an empty room next to mine you could- wait- wha- why are you laughing?”

You shrugged helplessly, letting go of his hand to cover your mouth with it. Draco tried very, very hard not to frown but figured he didn’t quite manage it.

“I didn’t really believe Parkinson when she told me you had a crush on me, but now you’re actually asking me to move in with you and I just- “ You dissolved into another fit.

Draco scowled, his face heating up rapidly. “Pansy is a fucking traitor.” He muttered darkly.

You sobered up after a bit and looked at him gratefully. “Thank you, I really appreciate it but this is kind of my problem. I should be the one dealing with it.”

Draco arched an eyebrow and stared pointedly at the hospital bed you were currently on. “And how is that working for you?”

A beat.

“Not good.” You admitted.

Draco sighed and left his chair to sit on the bed next you. “Look, “ He said. “It’s quite clear that it’s out of the bag that I might… fancy you a little bit and you had to find out from Pansy making it downright humiliating on my part. The least you could do is let me help you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You really are a Slytherin, aren’t you?”

“I wonder why the Sorting Hat decided to put me there?” 

“Cut the sarcasm, dollop head.”

“That’s not even a word.”

“Sure it is.”

Draco crossed his arms over his chest. “Fine then. Describe dollop head.” [A/N: This is a Merlin reference because I like it and I want to.]

“In two words?”

“If you can.”

“Draco Malfoy.”

“…  Ah. Ha. Ha. Do we have a deal or not?”

Your eyes glinted in mischief. “Only if you can tell me where this phrase is from.”

Draco blinked in confusion. “What phrase?”

You cleared your throat dramatically then fixed him with a mock glare. “My father will hear about this!!”

“… “

“… “

“Do you want to die??”

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4 | You’ll Never Walk Alone



series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as blood, drugs and guns.

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March to the Sea.

Prompt by: @langsty-mc-langstface

Lance groaned, adjusting his armor with more than just a few complaints.

“Of all planets, it had to be a desert one? I can’t take MY hotness and the planet’s heat. I’m going to melt.” He huffed, looking at the others.

Allura sighed, “We needed a place to land. When Haggar hit Voltron with her spell, we didn’t know what the potential effects would be. Coran is running tests now.”

The team sighed in unison, but decided doing a little scouting wouldnt hurt anybody.

Just get a look around.

As time wore on, and small talk was made here and there, Lance began to notice Hunk looking uncomfortable.

The yellow paladin was limping, and rubbing random parts of his armor.

“Hunk, buddy, are you alright?” Lance asked, make the five of them stopped and attention to go to the man.

“Uh, yeah? Or, actually, I don’t really think so but it could be nothing. It’s like, I’m not sure.” Hunk sighed, and reached to take off his helmet.

“I think it’s just too hot—”

A round of gasps and a shout from Pidge startled the large, anxious boy. He looked around quickly, “What? Is there something on my face?”

A large hand rest on his cheek, but didn’t move further. “Please tell me this is just try skin?”

Shiro had his eyes wide, “Hunk, you look like a Balmeran. Did yo— Pidge!”

The green paladin was sprouting antennae like things on her forehead, like the Olkari.

“What’s going on? Paladins?” Allura said over com, only hearing grunts and shouts.

The entire team was doubled over, their limbs contortion into species that only a few they recognized.

It wasn’t painful, in a sense.
But it also wasn’t pleasant either.

“Princess, look!” Coran could be heard, “Don’t you see?! Haggar’s Magic is turnin into the original makers of the lions!”

The mustachioed man almost seemed excited, despite the circumstances.

Allura was not as excited, looking a little less than horrified. “Paladins! Did you hear that?” She noticed her uncle paying more attention to the screen to watch the team.

“Coran, please try and fix up the damage the castle took during battle. We need to leave as soon as possible so we can get this reversed.” The Princess demanded.

Outside, most lay on their sides and panted. It was quite a stampede of multiple alien species.

Keith sat up first, shaky. But in all honesty he didn’t FEEL much different, in fact, the only thing he noticed was that the heat didn’t bother him.

It felt refreshing, actually.
A species that lived within volcanoes.

“Is everyone…okay?” It was a sort of dumb question. Everyone certainly wasn’t okay, their bodies just drastically different.

“I’m okay.” Pidge answered, sounding a little bit sick. She was impressed by the Olkari, but only for their skill. Not their look.

Hunk nodded, “I’m alright too. Boy, what do you think Shay would think of this?”

Shiro was already standing, now helping Keith. “Are you okay?” The black paladin had concern and also confusion in his voice.

So this is what Haggar had done to them? What was her point? It didn’t largely affect the group much so far.

There had to be something they weren’t seeing. Would the lions not accept them?

No, precious Paladins hadn’t all been human so surely other species were allowed inside.

They were still the same people as well.

“Come on everybody, we need to get back to the castle to see if there’s a way to reverse this.” Shiro let go of Keith, turning.

One, Two, Three, himself was Four…
Wait, where was Lance?

“Oh my god! Lance?!” Hunk shoved past Shiro all of a sudden and everyone turned to see their blue paladin.

It was an unanimous hold of breath.

The bottom of his armor was completely gone, discarded a few feet away, and any cloth that remained was torn at.

His legs gone.

Now, not completely detached of course, but replaced. With what?

A several foot long mermaid tail, bright blue and shimmering in the desert sun.

“Holy sh…” Keith trailed off and they all quickly followed Hunks footsteps.

The yellow paladin, looking Balmeran, rolled Lance over with a grunt. That tail was massive and weighed more than Lance himself normally.

“Lance? Hey, Lance, I know I look funny but it’s Hunk. Are you okay?” Worry  etched into his voice.

The mermaid boy’s eyes were wide, and a solid blue color. Lighter blue pupils danced in the middle. Scales ran around his cheeks, all the way down his neck and arms and back in light patches.

He had thick gills flaring on the sides of his neck, and Lances mouth wide open as he was seemingly gasping for air.

The blue paladin already was red in the face, and it became quite obvious that he was in a “fish out of water” state.

Oh shit.

“Oh god, Shiro, guys— L-Lance can’t breathe!” Hunk feel his own breath pick up, and he grabbed one of Lance’s webbed hands.

“What do we do?!” Pidge asked, all eyes going to their leader.

Way to be put on the spot.

Shiro turned, seeing the castle as a faint speck across the hot desert plains. There would be no way to get Lance back in time.

Especially in this state, and how hard he would be to carry with the massive mermaid tail.

Shiro cursed in his head, “Uh, I— Princess Allura, we have an emergency. Lance was turned to some, uh, merperson? We need to get him back and into water, he can’t breathe.”

Even the black paladin was a little flustered, because this was one of his teammates lives on the line.

He managed to keep a strong demeanor.

Static answered them, before Allura finally responded back. “Can you carry him? Coran just shut down the castle for repairs, we can’t get to the pods for at least another five minutes if we were to power on again.”

Keith was next to Lance now, wearing the same worried expression he did when Lance was in the healing pod.

“He doesn’t HAVE five minutes!” Keith felt anger boil within, and the ground at his knees sizzled and smoked.

“You have to carry him! Try!” Allura said, “We are powering on the castle. We will get there as soon as possible!”

It hit the team hard how grave of a situation they were in now. Lance was dying, turned into a water creature in the middle of a hot desert.

It was impossible.

Hunk spoke fast. “I’m Balmeran right? Could I heal him or something?”

Keith looked up, “Do you know how to do that? Don’t you need the Balmera planet’s life force?”

Everyone deflated when Hunk shook his head slowly, scared. All heads slowly bowed to look at Lance.

He had passed out, but his gills still desperately fought for a source of air that they could breathe.

They were slowing.
Lance looked so dry.

“We…have to try carrying him. Come on.”

The team silently surrounded Lance, picking him up from different angles and hoisting him off of the dirt.

Hunk and Shiro at the tail, Pidge and Keith near his upper human half.

They walked and walked, despite physical exhaustion and the heat they all had to keep going.

Save your friend.
Keep going, keep going.

Team Voltron knew it wasn’t going to work out. They listened to Allura and Coran in their headsets, bickering about how quickly things needed done and what needed done.

This wasn’t a walk to save their friend.
Even if they had tried harder, Lances survival probability wouldn’t have been much better.

They were too far away from the ship, and Lance was heavy in this condition.

With sullen faces and sweaty palms, gnawed lips and teary eyes, they walked on.

This was no longer a walk to save their friend. Not anymore.

It was a funeral march.

so, last week i was thinking somebody should write a comic about a shy teen superhero whose powers are fueled directly by her own sense of embarrassment

then i, uh, wrote a ten-page script for it? and wound up kind of liking it a lot?

so consider yourself cordially invited to read issue #1 of my extremely indie superhero comic, and if you wish, you can illustrate it inside your mind, using the power of imagination!

(A teen girl sits on a swivel chair in her bedroom, facing the viewer. She’s got braces and glasses. Her hair is in a messy braid.)

PONNI: Hi! My name is Ponni Murthy. I’m sixteen, and um…

(We zoom out a little. She’s wearing a T-shit that says “The Moon ROCKS!” She’s holding a cane—covered in glow-in-the-dark star stickers—in one hand, and a stuffed animal cat—wearing a sloppily homemade astronaut costume—in the other. Posters cover the walls: fantasy movies, rocket ships, Ada Lovelace, Aamir Khan, Sally Ride, etc. She has multiple posters of the solar system. She gestures dramatically with her cane-hand)


(We return to her face. She looks very earnest.)

PONNI: That’s not, uh, directly relevant to the story, I just—I love it, so much.

(She has now taken on a pensive expression)

PONNI: I love a lot of stuff. But I used to feel a little weird about that.

(She is cheerful again)

PONNI: This is the story of how I got over (some of) my shyness, and rescued a gymnasium full of people, using dark powers I only kind of understand!

PONNI: We begin last year…

(Close-up on her stuffed cat, which is now holding a title card that reads): THE AMAZING ADVENTURES OF PONNI MURTHY A.K.A. SHAME-FLAME THE UNCONQUERABLE)

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Soup Bowls || Jeon Jungkook

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Word Count: 1.3k

Genre: Fluff

Being friends with seven guys was sometimes a hassle. Especially when said seven guys acted like slobs ninety percent of the time and you had to take care of the as if they were children. It didn’t help that you were trying to obtain your degree in college at the same time that all of the guys just decided to have a ginormous mid life crisis together.

College was already hard enough, but having seven children on your hands made it even harder. There was one specifically, out of the seven, who seemed to take it easy on you, and not expect as much. And for that you would be forever grateful to Jeon Jungkook.

You had been friends with the seven of them since you were in high school, meeting them all through Jungkook. When you were in high school, Jungkook was your best friend. The two of you would spend all of your time together and the boys always said that if they needed to find one of you they would just look for the other. Jungkook and you were connected at the hip, and you did everything with each other.

Even at the final end of the school dance, the two of you went together and danced because you didn’t want to go with anybody else. You weren’t sure what happened after that though. It seemed that after that night, Jungkook seemed to hang out with you less and less. During the summer, you spent most of your time with the guys before you had to start college and they had to go back.

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MatsuHanaIwaOi headcanons

Photographer Mattsun

I have this huge headcanon that Matsukawa absolutely loves photography, his favorite thing in the world being candid shots of people in their daily lives. Such photos are hard to capture, because everybody instantly poses or plasters on a fake smile whenever they see a camera pointed at them, but he’s mastered being able to get photos without his friends noticing.

- he almost always has his camera with him. Whether in school, in practice, at home, or walking around town. He always makes sure to have it on hand in case of a great opportunity.

- He never really told anybody about his passion. He alway felt as though people would think it was weird, or stupid. The other boys on the team only learned about it when they visited his house, and saw countless photos plastered all over his walls.

- They accepted him - of course they did. Why wouldn’t they? - and asked to see some of his own photos. He didn’t put his own up on his wall because he didn’t like others being able to see it so freely. It felt like they were invading his brain.

- After some much needed convincing, he reached under his bed and pulled out a stack of photo albums, each supposedly organized by year.

- the other third years were shocked to see how many amazing photos he had taken, and even more surprised when they began to see photos of themselves. Their team alone took up almost two books.

- after the four of them started dating during college, he began taking even more photos of them. He’d never been as passionate about volleyball as Iwaizumi and Oikawa, so no longer playing gave him the time he needed.

- He was at the coffee shop Iwaizumi worked at - Visiting as usual - when he got side tracked, and ended up dropping one of his folders. He didn’t realize he’d done so, and he’d ended up leaving it behind when he went to his own job.

- later in the day, a customer went up to Iwaizumi with the folder and asked about it. He recognized it as Matsukawa’s instantly, and explained that it belonged to his boyfriend. The customer introduced themselves as the owner of a local gallery, showcasing artists and photographers in the area. He gave Iwaizumi his number for the gallery, and said that Matsukawa should call him if he ever wants to sell his photos.

- Of course, as soon as his next break came, Iwaizumi called Issei, telling him what happened. When the four of them were home in the apartment that night, they all assured him that he should call the gallery owner.

- Eventually he did so, and was told that the gallery wanted to buy his photos and put them up in a show. He was shocked, as nobody had offered to buy his photos before. Eventually, he made a deal with the gallery owner, who supposedly wanted photos from the folder he had seen in the coffee shop.

- He went through the folder to see what he would be willing to sell, and embarrassedly realized that said folder was full of nothing more than photos of him and his boyfriends.

- Oikawa and Hanamaki in their Pajamas, curled up together on the couch watching a movie.

- Iwaizumi and Hanamaki working together to make dinner, more or less. Hanamaki had his arms around Iwaizumi’s waist with his chin resting on his shoulder as he watched him cut vegetables.

- Oikawa mid serve, the back of his body towards the camera, with the light shining in front of him.

- Iwaizumi leaning against Mastukawa’s shoulder, half asleep. His eyes drooped shut, and his usually furrowed eyebrows were relaxed, as he looked up at Matsukawa with a lazy smile.

- Hanamaki standing at his easel, a paint brush in hand as he stared intently at whatever he was painting. His cheek had a smear of blue paint on it, which he had forgotten about until the next morning.

- for Matsukawa, a lot of these photos were really personal; glimpses into his life with his boyfriend; parts of his life that he wanted nobody else to see.

- He eventually decided to sell the few photos that he had copies of. One of Oikawa lying on Hanamakis chest, smiling up at him as he runs his hands through his unnaturally pink hair. Another was of Iwaizumi, pressing a soft kiss to Oikawas injured knee, as he helps him remove his brace. The third was Oikawa, Hanamaki, and Iwaizumi lying together on their shared bed. Both Iwaizumi and Hanamaki were asleep, but Oikawas eyes were sligtly open, and he was staring at Matsukawa with pure love and adoration in his eyes, as if he didn’t realize the camera existed.

- The photos were hard for him - emotionally - to sell. He felt as if he was selling secret pieces of his relationship; pieces that even his older sisters (another headcanon) had never even seen. With the others encouragement, he managed it.

- He was a bit shocks when he received quite a bit more money than he thought he would for the photos. He hadn’t expected so much, based on the initial price they had told him. The first day of the gallery presenting his photos, he found out why he had gotten so much.

- his section had been titled ‘Matsukawa Issei - Everlasting Love’ and featured more than just the photos he had chosen to sell. There were more that contained him; ones that he thought had been thrown in his desk drawer and forgotten about; he had never liked seeing pictures of himself. There was also photos from when the four of them were younger. Some in highschool, and even middle school. It showed them playing volleyball together, watching movies together, even studying together.

- there was at least twenty extra photos. Some were blown up to be larger than others, and some remained the same size as they had been in his folders.

- he was just about to turn and ask the gallery owner how he’d gotten the extra photos, when he noticed that the other three were smiling at him. He then realized that they had probably gone through his photos, and looked for ones that they thought should’ve been in the show, and sent them to the owner. He wanted to feel angry about it, but he couldn’t. He knew they had meant to do it to make him happy, so he accepted it.

- as the show went on, people continuously came up to them. Some said that their relationship was wrong; that it was a sin, or it was cheating or being greedy and selfish. Others said they loved the way he presented each of his boyfriends differently, showing the way he pictures them in his head. By the end of the show, he had three more galleries wanting to purchase his photos.

Somebody please take my phone away from me. I should not be allowed to write things like this. I have even more headcanons about photographer Mattsun, but I’m not going to add anymore right now.

Please send me requests in my ask box! I’m no an idea generating robot, ya know. 🤗

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Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (Maximoff)reader
Genres: insecurity, mild angst, super fluff
Words: 1.710
Summary: You feel insecure and useless because of your lack of special abilities. Bucky notices it and comforts you - requested by Anonymous

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Inspired by this beauty.

@malfoysscarhead Not sure if this is what you had in mind, but… it just kinda happened? 😂

“WHAT in Merlin’s name is THAT?”

Harry pokes his head out of the kitchen to see what caused Ron to shriek like that. Ah, of course. He should have known this would happen.

“That,” Harry begins amusedly, “is a picture of my fiance, thanks for noticing.”

“How could anybody NOT notice it? It’s a bloody poster! Hanging over your dining table.” Ron sounds almost outraged. Harry can’t help but snicker.

Ron keeps staring at it, open mouthed. Hermione pokes him in the ribs, giving him a sharp look.

“It’s a lovely picture, Harry,” she smiles, “I assume you took it?”

“As if I’d let anyone else see him like that,” Harry snorts.

“You’re letting US see him like that! Why, Harry? Why? I could have died happy without seeing his bum once,” Ron whines.

Harry leans against the doorframe, grinning.

He remembers the day he took that picture vividly…

It was the third day of their trip to Hawaii. Draco wasn’t as excited as Harry at first and complained about the heat. A lot. But as soon as he somewhat adapted to it, Harry often had to drag Draco out of the water and remind him to put on some sunscreen.

“Can we move here? I love it here,” Draco asked Harry excitedly between kisses, while he was carrying Draco out of the water.

“What about our jobs?” Harry laughed.

“Sod our jobs!”

Draco managed to sit beside Harry for five minutes, before he jumped up and ran towards the water again. Harry watched him as he stretched out his arms, as if welcoming the waves. His swim trunks were sitting low on his hips, revealing just the tiniest bit of that glorious arse.

Harry quickly grabbed his phone and took a picture, smiling to himself. His fiance was just too gorgeous for his own good.

Just as Harry decided to take a few more pictures, Draco turned around saw Harry with his phone. Grinning cheekily, he turned his head back to the water and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his swim trunks. Harry’s eyes widened as he watched Draco pull them down to his ankles. Sweet Merlin, he was wiggling his bum!

Draco looked over his shoulder and winked at Harry.

“You coming?” he called, before running into the water. Harry didn’t need to be told twice! Thank Merlin this was a secluded beach…

Remembering this still sends heat through Harry and he clears his throat. He turns his attention back to Ron, smirking.

“Just be thankful it isn’t a magical picture. I doubt you’d want to see what happened after I took that picture.”

“Harryyyy,” Ron whines, his cheeks reddening. “I really don’t need to know what you do with that… arse.”

Harry bursts out laughing.

“Come on, sit down. That arse will be home soon and dinner’s almost ready.”

cliche - peter parker

Cliche - ((Tom Holland)) Peter Parker x Reader | 3rd Person

Prompt: in which (Y/N) is left alone in Paris, imagining what could’ve been if Peter were there with her. ((based on “tourist: a love song from paris” by jon cozart)) link here

a/n: might make a part two using the “a non love song from nashville” which is basically peter’s perspective with the other half of the story!! also HOMECOMING COMES OUT TMR I’M ECSTATIC BUT MY DAD WON’T LET ME GO SEE IT ON OPENING DAY/WEEKEND!! but i like this one and i hope u enjoy!! i love you!!

part two!

at least I avoided cliche

holding nobody’s hand along the champs-élysées

(Y/N) walked down the streets of Paris, alone. She had originally planned to go on this trip with her boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, Peter. She walked alone to different tourist locations, but frowned when she noticed the many couples surrounding her. There were people everyone, holding hands or kissing, while she stood alone.

She walked towards the Champs-Élysées by herself, determined to have a good time without a boyfriend. In her opinion, you didn’t need a significant other to have fun, but it sure as hell sucks to be in a different country alone.

As she walked, she didn’t hold anybody’s hand. She didn’t know anybody in the city, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but envy the dozens of couples around her. Everyone was so damn happy, acting like they were in cliche movies that take place in Paris. At least (Y/N) knew that she had avoided that of all things.

taking my time

breaking bread, sipping wine

meant for two

Reaching a restaurant, (Y/N) walked in and requested a table for one. The hostess looked like she pitied her, but (Y/N) didn’t need sympathy. Walking to the small table outside, (Y/N) ordered a simple red wine while she waited for her food. And once again, couples surrounded her.

Ignoring all the happy, love-sick people around her, she sipped her wine that was set in front of her. The restaurant had provided free bread, and she ate it while she sipped on her wine. Admiring the scenery, (Y/N) had failed to notice a few simple things about her table. Across from her, sat an empty plate and wine glass, obviously meant for a person to accompany her.

People stared at the girl sitting alone at the table. She broke her bread and ate it, washing it down with red wine. There was enough bread for two people, and she was certainly drinking enough wine for two. The air around (Y/N) held an unspoken thought, this is all meant for two people, but she chose to ignore it.

it’s a beautiful city for saps

but turn out the lights, we’re too clever for that

and i know we’re not in love, but we’d fool this old town

with the view of us, thoughts from the tourists


After she had left the restaurant, (Y/N) continued to walk around the city and admired it’s beauty. Everything seemed too perfect, as if it were fake. Truly, the city was beautiful for saps, for people who just loved the thought of love. The sun was setting and the shop lights were turning off, but still (Y/N) walked.

Simply too clever to be fooled by the “city of love” filled with it’s cliche thoughts and perfect relationships, (Y/N) took a step back. Looking back at the city, she looked at it as if it were just a regular city and not so well known for its ideas of love, and everything changed.

Most of those people that (Y/N) saw were not in perfect relationships, they were real people. Some may have been in love, but most of them were just in love with the idea of it. (Y/N) thought back to the person that should’ve been there with her.

Peter was (Y/N)’s ex boyfriend, and Peter had fallen out of love with her. She still loved him, but he seemed to be over her. But still, Peter could’ve been there with her. Though no longer in love, they could’ve pretended, like a few couples here did. The pair could’ve pretended to be the ideal couple, hell, for the last month of their relationship Peter did pretend.

They could’ve easily fooled the town with a simple picture of them. The tourists would’ve loved them. But instead, the tourists’ thoughts were different. Since (Y/N) was alone, the tourists judged her. It was silent, but the air became thick with judgement when she walked to a tourist attraction made for couples.

we could fall for the streets of paris

but the eiffel’s a joke and the punchline is me

When (Y/N) began to think about Peter, it all just spiraled into even more thoughts about what could’ve been between the two. In (Y/N)’s opinion, they could’ve easily fallen back in love in the streets of the city. They could’ve visited the Eiffel Tower and smiled, but it was all a joke. Their relationship was a joke, and she was the punchline.

and you know, you know it’s not funny

but we’d laugh ‘til it was just the two of us

thoughts from the tourists


It wasn’t funny, but it somehow made (Y/N) laugh. The two could’ve stood there, in front of the massive structure and smiled like fools. They could’ve laughed at something that wasn’t even funny for hours at a time.

They would laugh until the world became just the two of them. The pair would laugh as everything else became unimportant. Until the tourists disappeared, until time stopped, until it was just the two of them together.

Tourists would’ve lived for the sight, seeing a young couple in love. Their thoughts about (Y/N) would’ve been drastically different from their current ones. Everyone pitied (Y/N), a hopeless romantic without romance. A hopeless romantic alone.

and i know, i know that we tried

to survive on a lie we couldn’t endure

so what’s just one more thought from the tourist

imagining the two of us


The duo could’ve tried harder, (Y/N) could’ve clung on to their lie of a relationship, but she couldn’t endure it anymore. They could’ve lied one more time on this last trip, with good thoughts from the tourist. She continued imagining the two of them, but she was in deed alone.

What (Y/N) didn’t know, though, was that back in America, Peter was thinking about her. He was mentally kicking himself for what he did to her, and he was still hopelessly in love with her. But she would never know the full story, and he didn’t plan on her finding out.

also if u like this pls tap that little heart over there bc it really motivates me to write more and i appreciate every single one of you ♡ and if you ever have an issue (spelling/grammar or even the concept) just dm me!

32/100 days of productivity (9.1.17)

some of my ap govt notes! this class keeps getting harder and idk if i’ll make it to the end of the semester 😵  but i’m trying my best. also i keep forgetting to queue things so this tumblr keeps being dead oh no. 

does anybody notice that i made sure the colors were red white and blue because ‘murica lol


request: “Hi! I absolutely loved Your recent story, Bittersweet. Is it possible you could write a part 2 when the month has passed? And Draco still loves the Reader and she still loves Him as well or something? Ah! I love your writing thank you for the wonderful stories! Xx” — by anon + “Is there a chance you could write a Bittersweet Part 2?? Super fluffy maybe? I love your writing so much. Thank you! ❤️💛” by @paperrplaness

a/n: thank you, guys 💖 knowing that people out there appreciate my works makes me motivated to write further more! x



The month has passed in such a fast blur that Y/N hardly noticed it for she wasn’t being herself the whole time it did. She was rarely seen out of her house’s common room; the only instances people would get a glimpse of her sunken face would be at break times and class hours — and it wasn’t like she made sure her appearance was known, because she didn’t talk nor made any type of noise for that matter. All she did was listen to the teacher, write down some notes, then after class, would head out before anybody else could attempt to try and start a conversation with her.

Of course, of all the students who took notice of her sudden change of attitude, Draco was the one who resisted so hard to confront her about it, knowing her answer without asking, anyway. He was feeling guilty and regretful for even agreeing to give her space because it was obvious that it wasn’t taking a good effect on her. He wanted to scoop her into his arms, say comforting words in her ear, and assure her over and over again that he loved her and he’ll be there for her no matter what. Yet again, would telling Y/N that he was still hopelessly in love with her make her feel better? Was he even sure that she still felt the same way?

Closing his eyes, Draco tried to get a good night sleep. The moment the sun rises up in the morning, it would mark the day where their deal of taking a break from each other would be disregarded and he could finally talk to her. With another twist and turn on his bed, he looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already three o'clock in the morning.

He groaned, taking a pillow and putting it over his head, not caring that he was already trickling with sweat due to humidity of the room. The sound of his roommates’ snores didn’t help either, but Draco managed to drown out the noise until he finally felt himself drifting away from consciousness.

Y/N did her usual morning routine the day after. She would arrive at the Great Hall for breakfast, eat a couple of bacon strips and help herself with some orange juice, before standing up and heading out without telling her friend where she was off to. Draco had memorized her pattern that he didn’t bother to eat breakfast himself, but instead patiently waited at the hallways for her arrival.

She didn’t seem like she noticed him for she carried on looking through her Ancient Runes textbook with no interest whatsoever. Though Draco boldly coughed and walked beside her, the young girl’s eyes stopping at a paragraph to instead flicker her attention at the person on her right.

“One month, am I correct?” reminded Draco softly and it was obvious from the look of her face that she knew — she was just surprised that he did.

Snapping the book shut, she nodded. “I suppose it has been a month.”

“Want to take a walk?”

For the first time in weeks, a small smile was seen on her lips and Draco took every inch of restraint not to kiss her at that moment, but instead hold out an arm in hope that she’ll take it.

Y/N sighed, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder and reluctantly placing a hand over his arm. He smiled at the touch, soon striding forward where he noticed a few students were now staring at them with wide eyes and shocked expressions, though he didn’t particularly care and neither did Y/N.

Comfortable silence filled their surroundings as Draco led them close to the Black Lake. Whenever he would take glances at her, he would see that she had her eyebrows furrowed in deep thought and he wanted so bad to know what she was thinking of. He suddenly felt afraid that maybe she was planning on ending their relationship after all, that’s why she was so quiet — though his worries were erased when Y/N finally made eye contact, smiling again.

“How are you?” She asked, retrieving her hand and placing them inside her robes.

Draco raised an eyebrow. “I should be asking you that question.”

“What? Is it wrong for me to ask?”

“I guess not.” frowned Draco. “And I’m okay, but I know I would’ve been better if I were with you.”

“About that …” trailed Y/N, “I — I thought about that night a lot, it’s probably obvious by how much of a wreck I’ve been, and I’ve concluded that it was unfair of me to judge you so quickly. I should’ve just believed you when you told me that it was Pansy’s plan all along, I should’ve at least tried hearing you out — all the things I said, all those hurtful words I told you, I didn’t mean it. I was just afraid, and insecure, and I didn’t want to lose you, and Draco,” she looked at him straight in the eyes. “I love you. I still do. I don’t know how to stop.”

“Then don’t stop.” answered Draco simply, not bringing himself to stop anymore and finally press his lips against hers passionately.

It seemed that Y/N was anticipating his movements because as soon as he kissed her, she immediately responded and pulled him closer. At that mere moment, it felt as though they were the only people around, and it was partially true since the spot where they were standing on wasn’t famous to a lot of students — thanks to the trees that you had to walk over before reaching the destination.

Draco’s palm was against her cheek while her hand was firmly on his neck, her fingers gliding up and down on his exposed skin that made him crazy. Unwillingly, he broke away from the kiss to let themselves breath but didn’t dare to untangle himself from her embrace. He was now grinning, and with a light kiss on her temple, he lifted her up from the ground without warning.

“Draco!” squealed Y/N, slapping his shoulder, the young boy chuckling and putting her down.

“You don’t know how relieved I am right now. You don’t know how I’ve been wanting to do that for ages.” He stroked her cheek. “But Y/N, whatever happened in the past, it was because of the two of us, it wasn’t just you — hell, it might even be on me majority — but what really matters is that we overcame it because I’m not letting you go that easily.”

Y/N returned the big grin on his features. “Yeah, I figured. You’ve put on a pretty good show at the Great Hall with Parkinson last time we talked.”

“You heard that?”

“How could I not?” She crossed her arms. “I reckoned you were purposely speaking too loud to let me listen or you really just wanted to humiliate her that much.”

He snorted. “Well, what I did was nothing compared to what she did. She basically drugged me.”

“I never knew someone can be so desperate.” muttered Y/N bitterly.

“At least you know that you’re the only girl I have my eyes on.” smiled Draco, kissing her forehead tenderly. “Ah, I love you so much, Y/N.”

She let out a contented sigh once more, closing her eyes as she replied. “I love you more, Draco.”

Trust Issues PT.2 - Jay X Reader / Harry Hook X Reader

Originally posted by mr-gus-the-mighty

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Words: 3,891


A/N: Part 3 anybody? Just lemme know xx

Drew had prepared for every scenario. He had rehearsed your kidnapping thousands of times in his head, eager to avenge his father’s banishment and refused to let you get away. If tried to run his shadows would chase after you, you tried to scream he’d find away to shut you up for good. He smiled smugly to himself as he dragged you away, kicking and squirming as the “friends from the other side” tugged you across the forest floor.

I have the perfect plan He thought to himself, as you approached what you presumed was a voodoo shack, purple smoke pluming from a thick chimney breast in the centre of the makeshift roof. You squeezed your eyes shut, not even wanting to see the nightmarish reality that you were about to face. You heard him chuckle.

Drew had really prepared for every scenario. But he hadn’t counted on was a pair of sapphire eyes encased in a thick layer of black eyeliner, watching every single step.

Harry stepped out of the shower, toes flinching as they touched the chilled ceramic tiling of the floor, a puddle of water dripping and collecting in a pool as he grabbed for a towel. He turned off the dial, silver and metallic, until only a few lukewarm drops fell from the shower head, the towel now safely tucked around his waist, his bare chiseled torso exposed. The pirate strutted into his dorm room, whistling a familiar melody as he ran his hand through his damped hair, his limp sodden fringe dripping in front of his eyes. Then, just as he reached for a shirt, he abruptly stopped.

“What the bloody hell?” He whispered under his breath to himself, cocking his head towards his window and charging over to it.

Clearing the condensation the pirate gazed out, stopping for a moment to process what he was seeing.

Y/N. Y/N on the ground. Y/N with Drew towering over her. Y/N being dragged away.

The son of Hook was only speechless for a few seconds, the bewilderment turning immediately to anger.

“Get ye fucking hands off of her ye bloody coward!” he screamed, despite knowing no one would hear him, pounding his fist on the window pane in frustration. He had always hated the Facilier boy, even on the Isle he would sneak around, always on his own scheming about revenge. Even for a VK he took it too far. The dread only really set in when you disappeared completely from view.

“No no no no no no…” Harry hissed in panic, grabbing a shirt and pants as quickly as he could, pulling them over his body as he sprinted out of his bedroom “There’s no way ye going to take her laddy!”

Harry never really bothered with Auradon Kids, he usually looked out for other villains and was never one to play the hero. Yet somehow, despite being Jay’s girlfriend Harry had always felt a connection to you, platonic yes, but a connection all the same. If there was one thing everybody knew about Harry; don’t mess with his friends.


“Shit, I’ve messed up, I’ve messed up big time, I’ve lost her!”

Jay was pacing around his room, Carlos, Mal and Evie sat sheepishly on his bed, looking at each other with desperate looks, neither one of them knowing exactly what to do in this situation. Evie spoke first.

‘Look Jay, I’m sure you’re over exaggerating things are going to be just fine”

Jay glared at Evie as she finished her sentence, running his hand nervously through his long ebony hair.

“No” he said through gritted teeth “Things won’t be just fine.  I’m telling you I fucked up”

“What exactly did you do?” asked Mal reluctantly; her words slow and quiet, trying not to push him over the edge. It was harder than it sounded

The three stared at Jay with curious expression, the son of Jafar shrinking in on himself as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, the wash of anger quickly replaced with guilt and shame.

“I- I don’t want to tell you guys. I’m telling you, it’s not good okay”

“It can’t be that bad” reasoned Carlos, trying to draw the truth out of him “Just tell us what you did”

Mal nodded in agreement and Evie just smiled reassuringly at Jay. He took a deep breath and stared down at the floor.

“I kissed Lonnie”

The room was deadly silent – the others trying to let their brains process what they had just heard.

“I take it all back,” whispered Carlos shaking his head “This is bad, worse than bad. It’s.. it’s…”

“Dick move, Jay, dick move” Mal sighed, shifting her position to sit up slightly.

“And to think I defended you” added Evie disappointedly, her voice saddened “I just – I don’t get wh- Why did you do it?”

Jay looked up at his friends as if he was about to cry.

“I honestly, honestly don’t know. I love her, I love Y/N so freaking much and I, I can’t even try to make excuses. I was all wrapped up and it happened in the heat of the moment and I wish, I wish more than anything I could take it back but I can’t. And the worst part is, she was one of the only people to see more as just Jay from the Isle, more than just the flirt, more than just the villain, more than just the-“

Jay was interrupted.

Swinging his head around the door way, Gil and Uma behind him, Harry Hook flew into the room.

“We need to go! Now!” He yelled, out of breath and clasping at his chest as he spoke. He’d run the entire way.

“What? Why are you in my ro-“

“Ye not listening to me” the pirate growled “We’re running out of time!”

He charged back towards the door, waving his hook in his hand as he panicked more and more.

“I don’t understand” Carlos began.

“You don’t need to” replied Uma, almost sounding bored, “Just follow us, unless you want precious little Y/N to disappear for good”

The core four stopped what they were doing as soon as Uma mentioned you. She didn’t sound exactly thrilled about coming to your aid; Harry clenched his fists and set his jaw, shaking his head at his captain and the others.

“Look do none of ye get it! That’s it I’m going on my own. If ye never see Y/N again don’t come crying to me”

Harry was halfway down the hallway when his words sunk in, the core four leaping from their seats when they heard the mention of their friends name, catching the pirate up and pulling him back.

“What do you mean Y/N? My Y/N? God you mean my Y/N don’t you? What’s going on?” demanded Jay, squaring up to Harry who was glaring at him as though he was the devil incarnate.

“Ye bloody girlfriend has been kidnapped and every second you hold me back is a second she gets further away”

Jay dropped Harry’s arm and took a step back, recoiling as though he had been punched in the stomach.

“He bloody took her into the woods” Harry continued, brushing his clothes down as the VK’s assembled.

Jay didn’t say anything but ran ahead of the pirates, already on the Tourney pitch, staring up at the forest with vengeance and longing. He needed to get to you. And fast.

“Who took her?” Evie asked gently, placing her arm on Harry’s shoulder, who was pacing back and forward, tapping his thigh in frustration with the tip of his hook.

“Facilier” was all he said, but it was enough.

Evie sighed sadly and nodded her head.

“That voodoo freak isn’t going to know what hit him” Mal hissed, storming after Jay with a sense of determination, the others following behind her

Soon they were all there: Harry, Gil, Uma, Carlos, Evie and Mal, all carrying weapons, preparing to fight for their friend. Harry tossed a sword in Jay’s direction and bumped his shoulder.

“Let’s go get ye girl back”

They’d been in the woods for at least an hour before they saw it, alternating between sprinting and walking, scouring every tree, every inch of foliage for any hint as to wear you would be. Things weren’t looking great, and the group had been going in circles for so long they were starting to feel dizzy, night fall slowly creeping up on them.

“For the last time, we’ve been this way four times. Who put you in charge Shrimpy!” Mal whispered maliciously, glaring daggers at her sworn enemy.

Uma flinched at the nickname, but refused to break her nonchalant composure.

“Oh I’m sorry little miss ‘I’m going to marry a king, abandon my roots and live happily ever after’ I forgot that navigating your way around a dark forest was your specialty”

“Who the hell even invited you here Uma, you don’t even like Y/N” Mal continued.

The sea captain opened her mouth to say something but was cut off.

“I did!” Harry shouted “And I suggest ye try and focus on finding Y/N rather than acting like a spoilt little p-“

“Hey! Leave my friends alone! I’m still struggling to understand why you care so much” snapped Jay coldly, turning on the pirate “It’s not even like Y/N really liked you”

Harry turned to Jay in the moonlight, his eyes ablaze with an angry concoction of spite and hatred. His jaw clenched and his fists tightened around his sword.

“Ye know I’m finding it harder and harder not to find a reason to hook ye Jay” Harry whispered with a quiet madness that was hauntingly chilling “Do ye care to remind us as to why Y/N was out on the pitch in the first place eh? Or would it be easier to ask Lonnie”

“Harry!” Carlos yelled “Too far”

Jay looked as though he was about to lunge at Harry’s throat, tensions rising with every passing second you were away from them

“Can we all just stop screaming at each other for one minute? I don’t know about you guys but I want my best friend back” Evie said, talking to the confused bunch of teenagers surrounding her.

“And how do you propose we do that genius?” Uma spat.

“Um guys” the son of Gaston called out, lagging behind slightly as he caught up to the VK’s. “I think I found a clue”.

It was Gil of all people that noticed your clue. A flash of emerald material you had torn from your dress, snatched on the brambles of a bush, hoping somebody, anybody would recognize it as your own. Bless Gil’s heart, he may not have been the sharpest knife in the draw, but he sure was observant. The boy gave a goofy smile as he handed a muddied swatch of fabric to Jay, before stepping back to join the other two pirates.

Jay rubbed his finger over the material, before stuffing it in his pocket.

“It’s hers isn’t it?” Evie cooed.

Jay nodded.

“Well then” Harry said breaking the silence and regaining his composure “We must be on the right track”

They were.

You had left more fragments of your dress across the wood as you were dragged away, leaving a trail for your friends to find. Soon the unlikely rabble of rescuers approached the mud clad shack where you were being held. The walls of rough sodden planks were haphazardly wonky, allowing brilliant streams of technicolor voodoo potions, to crisscross from the hut like a crazy tic-tac-toe board. Dirt and moss clung to the alcoves of corrugated iron roof that jutted out, bellowing dense violet smoke from its makeshift chimney.

“What the hell?” Mal mouthed, dropping back. Nobody really moved, just stood gazing at the odd building in front of them as if they were in a trance.

“What are you guys waiting for?” Jay yelled “She’s obviously in there”.

The others immediately sprung into action, charging forward, weapons raised above their heads, desperate to get you back.

“Doors locked!” Carlos yelled to Jay.

Harry looked at the son of Jafar and the two nodded at each other. They both stood in front of the group and ran at the door, feet flexed and kicked it down. There was a deafening clatter of broken oak, an orchestra of loose screws as the door fell to the ground. Pale moonlight tricked through the opening of the door frame, lighting the crevices of the hideaway, the door a shattered heap of splinters lying on the damp, dismal floorboards.

The VK’s peered inside, reluctant to enter, confused by the lack of conflict. It was too quiet – an eerie kind of nothing, stretching out for too long, completely and utterly silent. Until suddenly, it wasn’t.

“Oh really guys, don’t you know how to knock”

The voice was snide, arrogant almost and laced with taunting. Drew appeared before the group, his eyes glowing purple, a new obnoxiously large pendant swinging around his neck.

Immediately, Harry ran at him, reaching to grab his throat, jabbing his hook against his chest.

“This is all just one big game to ye isn’t it ye freak. What have ye done to her”

Drew’s eyes widened with alarm momentarily but then settled back to their usual evil glare.

“I’d get your hands off me, if I were you Hook” The voodoo boy laughed, despite the pirate’s face pushed close to his.

“And why would he do that?” asked Jay angrily, standing beside Harry with the others close behind him.

“Because,” Drew laughed coldly “I’m not alone”

As soon as he said the words, every single light in the shack went out one by one, every brightly colored spark dulled into nothing. A cloud blocked the moonlight, plunging the forest into darkness, the last light source the glowing pendant around Drew’s neck, which promptly dissipated into nothingness

“What’s going on guys?” asked Carlos nervously, his voice wobbling as the group squashed into an anxious huddle.

“Weapons at the ready,” Uma whispered “He can’t hide in the dark forever”

“Turn around” Mal said.


“Everybody turn around, back to back. We don’t know where he is, it’s better to be covered from all angles”

So they did. The group of VK’s formed a tight circle, their backs pressed against each other, swords in their shaky hands. It was becoming un-nerving, standing in the darkness, waiting for something, anything, to happen.

“Stop hiding you coward! Come and get us!” yelled Jay eventually.

There was another eternal silence but it was eventually broken my manic laughter.

“That’s all you had to say Jay. Your wish is my command”

All the lights turned on at once, the room flooding with a blinding light that caused the VK’s to squint their eyes, throwing their hands in front of their faces instinctively. Slowly they dimmed to a dull flicker, revealing Drew wrapped in an ominous shroud of shadowed figures.

“I think it’s time my little friends made an appearance,”

“EVERYBODY GO!” Harry shouted, just as Drew threw his hands forward in command, launching the shadows in the group’s direction. They had a split second before they reached them, a split second before they were launched into a full on battle, the shadows warping and shifting into vicious opponents, intent on destroying the VK’s.

Carlos was the first that they reached, knocking him to the ground immediately, grabbing his ankles and hurling him across the floor. Gil and Uma latched on to his shoulder, refusing to let go and hauling him back in their direction, slashing at the darkened silhouettes with their swords as Carlos tried to wriggle free from their grasps.

“A LITTLE HELP HERE!” screamed Uma, who signaled towards Mal. The daughter on Maleficent was beside them almost instantly, delivering the final blow with her sword, scattering the shadows and sending them slinking away. Nobody had chance to say a word before more of Drew’s ‘friends’ threw themselves at them, Carlos scooping himself off the floor and joining the other in battle.

Harry swung at two shadows hovering around him, his sword hurling backwards and forwards as he attempted to shake the figures from his ankles. He pierced one of the shadows with his hook, sending it away screaming an ungodly shriek, before slicing the other, the pirate running over to help Jay who was swarmed by a mass of the monsters.

Drew stood smirking in the midst of it, eyes and pendant alternating from chartreuse, to fuchsia, to cobalt then finally settling back upon purple. He sent a steely gaze back into the hut, staring at your limp body in the corner of the shack, tied up and gagged eyes wide with fear. Drew sniggered almost tauntingly at your apparent horror.

In that split moment, Harry met his eye, clocking his pointed stare. He knew for certain he was looking at you.

Evie grunted, glossy blue hair floating behind her as she took a swing at another shadow, ducking as another flew over her head. The group where becoming increasingly overwhelmed, heading back to Jay who beckoned them over.

“New plan,” he whispered to Harry, once the pair where back to back “I’m going for Drew, you cover me”

The pirate nodded. Jay hit a shadow with his fist, the figure latching on to it, only disappearing when Harry slashed at it furiously.

“I know where he’s keeping Y/N. We both head for Drew, I leave ye to finish him off while I’ll grab yer girlfriend. Plan?” Harry whispered back.

Jay’s eyes lit up at the mention of your name but darkened again instantaneously.

“It’s the best we’ve got Hook”

The two broke for the rest of the group, heading for Drew who stood away from the commotion, guarding the entrance to the shack, like a rabid dog. He stared at Jay with disgust, rolling his eyes as the son of Jafar approached him.

“You son of a b-“

“Jay! How lovely of you to introduce yourself, would you care to join precious little Y/N or are you going to shut your mouth”

“Who the hell do ye think ye are Facilier”

“If you’ve hurt my Y/N in any way I swear I will end you Drew.”

Drew laughed, playing with the voodoo necklace around his neck, glaring back at Jay with menace.

“I’d like to see you try”

Drew lunged for Jay, grabbing him by the shoulders and trying to push him to the ground. It was a bad move. Drew was by no means puny, but Jay easily outweighed him by about twenty pounds and soon Drew was on the floor, Jay pinning him down, his hand against his throat.

Harry rushed into the hut, whilst Drew was preoccupied, bounding towards you and cutting the rugged ropes around your hands and feet with his hook. You sighed as soon as the gag was discarded, coughing and spluttering before breaking down into Harry’s arms. He held you in a protective embrace, wrapping one arm around you defensively, the other grasping at his sword shielding you from whatever danger would be thrown at you.

“You guys found me, you actually found me. Oh god where is everybody? Are they okay?”

“Shh Shh Shh, it all going to be fine Y/N, Jay’s sorting it. Just try to calm yer self down”

He rubbed your back soothingly, like you were a small child awakening from a nightmare, only it was far far worse.

“Jay?” You questioned, confused.

“Yes, Jay”

Back outside of the hut, Jay was screaming in Drew’s face, using every ounce of willpower not to beat him into a bloodied pulp.

“GET OFF OF ME!” He yelled, trying to throw the son of Jafar from on top of his chest.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?” Jay screamed back.


Drew’s pendant began to glow again, the shadows shifting from their battle with the VK’s to head towards Jay, ready to throw him from their master. Jay clocked on immediately.

“Oh no you don’t!” he hissed, grabbing the voodoo necklace and crushing it between his fingers, tossing the splinters of broken wood back in his face. Drew’s eyes flickered with terror, knowing exactly what would happen next. As if a switch had been flicked all of his shadowed friends vanished, plucked from the scene and transported back to the other side. Evie, Mal, Uma and Gil dropped their weapons, running into the shack, to join you and Harry.

“Not so tough now are you Drew!” Jay bellowed “Without all of your little friends”. He hit him in the face once, cutting his lip and causing his nose to bleed. Drew spat in his face.

“You always have been stupid Jay,” Facilier laughed “Just wait until you’re reunited with your precious little Y/N, you’ll be in for a real treat”

“What?” snapped Jay, unable to understand what Drew was insinuating.

“My friends  can be very persuasive and let’s just say during her visit to the other side we made a few… changes”

A surge of panic shuddered through Jay’s whole body.

“Y/N!” he called out, hitting Drew one more time and knocking him out, jumping to his feet and joining the others.

“My god Y/N!”  He gasped, running towards you “What did he do to you?”

The other parted, leaving him room to wrap you into a tight embrace, nuzzling his head into your hair and sighing. He cried a little, a single tear of neither happiness nor sorrow, squeezing his arms around you without waiting for a response. For a moment, everything was perfect, you were his girl again and everything was back to how it was supposed to be, simple and comforting.

But then that moment ended.

With flat palms you pushed the son of Jafar away from you, slinking away from him as far as you could.

“Who-who are you?” You trembled, panic and alarm gripping your body and making you shake.

“What? Y/N? What do you mean? It’s Jay, it’s me Y/N, it’s okay it’s me Jay” He ran his hands through his long hair and followed you step by step, trying to meet your eye.

“I-I don’t know who you are. Get away from me!”

It was like a punch to the stomach. You hid yourself behind Harry as your boyfriend stood there stunned, the others gasping and trying to contain their concern. Jay went into panic mode.

“Y/N it’s me” he tried desperately “I love you! You love me! I’m your boyfriend Y/N! Come on, you know who I am, you’ve got to!” The last sentence came out more like a question than statement Jay got closer and closer to you, Harry trying to prize you from his own body.

‘That’s not true” you said bluntly, the edge of fear in your voice suddenly gone “This is my boyfriend; Harry. I don’t have a single fucking clue who you are”

The pirate looked at Jay. Jay looked at the pirate.

Things just reached a whole new level of fucked up.

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7 | Red Skies

WORD COUNT: 2,855 sorry it’s not v long


Originally posted by dangerously-jamless

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“I missed you.” Jungkook whispered into the crook of your neck, his hot breath against your ear sending waves of excitement through your body, the two of you were hugging on to each other as though your lives depended on it.

“I missed you too…” Your arms wrapped round his thick muscular neck as you buried your head into his collarbone. Both of you were stood up in the middle of the room, neither one of you willing to let the other go.

“Thank you,” Jungkook pulled away from you, his big hands still gripped on tightly to your hips. He eyed your frame up and down before his gaze found your own. “For bringing me back… I thought, well I thought I’d never see you again.”

Smiling up at Jungkook you couldn’t help but notice he had changed, something about him was different, though you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was. He still looked like Jungkook, still walked and talked like Jungkook. But you were certain that he wasn’t Jungkook.

“I never thought I’d see you again either… Jungkook-, you seem different…” You explained, your hands resting on his large bicep muscles as you looked up at him through your watery eyes.

“Well I mean I have just come back from the dead Y/N… Maybe you should cut me some slack.” He cocked his head to a side as he laughed, exposing his perfect white teeth in a breathtaking smile.

“Yeah, you’re right…” You grabbed on to one of his hands and made your way to the door, “The others will be so happy to know you’re alive! Come on-”

“No. I don’t think that’s a good idea. Not yet.” Jungkook glared through you, his black eyes were piercing and cold. What did that even mean?

“I don’t understand, they all thought you were dead-, the least you could do is say hello?” Your eyebrows frowned in confusion, why was he being like that?

“I’ll say hello in the morning, I promise. For now I’ll just sneak into my room and sleep, if that’s okay? I’m oddly tired for somebody who was dead ten minutes ago.” His features were soft and delicate as he smiled shyly, even after death he was still perfect.

“Of course… Yeah.” You smiled at him wearily as you opened up the door, silently guiding him to his bedroom.

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