seek and burn

freesia | oneshot

Originally posted by jkguks

⟶  pairing: jungkook x reader
⟶  word count: 7.2k
⟶  ♫ : take you home - baekhyun, good morning - kassy, freesia - bolbbalgan4
⟶  themes & genres: childhood friends to lovers!au, semi-bad boy!jk | fluff
⟶  warnings: none
⟶  synopsis:

Just about all of Jungkook’s life had been spent in an endless cycle of smothering you with flowers in a silent confession, but you never seem to get it.

(You did. Eventually.)

The beginnings of the fickle emotion we adoringly call love had always been tricky; the concept being like a handful of sleek sand your palm could never really grasp. They say it hits you out of nowhere, but for Jungkook, love was all he ever knew—especially when it came to you.

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anonymous asked:

Do you know any slow burn Sherlolly fics? Thanks for your help.

I’ve been asked this a lot recently and the answer is, I don’t track them and would suggest checking the tags on some of the long fics listed here to start off with. Also if anyone has suggestions/favorites, please add them to this post.

UPDATE: I added a slow burn list.  Slow Burn fics

Song of Shadow

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Mark

Rating: PG - 13

Warning: Sudden attack, mention of death

Word Count: 1,207

Originally posted by tuanpumpkins

The night riders do not understand the plight of humans. 

They’re born of chaos, crafted from dreams of immortals. They know nothing of the bright, burning light of humanity, nor do they wish to. Their only concern is the endless movement of the sky, that eternal duty to which they’re chained.

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The Jenna thing: the motive?

Okay so since yesterday I’ve been thinking how can A.D be someone we don’t really know like a complete stranger or Bethany — since we don’t eve know what she looks like, and how can this person have a motive so big to torment five girls for years (implying that AD has been there since the beginning) and I only can think about one thing that actually makes sense. I don’t know if anyone else has read this mini theory, but I figured it out when I was thinking that Toby is the only one with a strong motive against all the girls. I said that Toby’s motive could be that he was blamed for “the Jenna thing”, but I realised that there could be someone other than Toby and Jenna involved. 

It all started with the Jenna thing. The Jenna thing is the first strong “mistake” that all the liars made. Yes, it was Alison’s idea, but they all participated someway, by not stoping her, following her and watch her do it, and finally, letting Toby take the fault for something he didn’t do.

If we look back to the first four seasons, the girls haven’t done anything too bad as the Jenna thing. In season 5 Aria pushed Shanna off the stage — in what we can imply was self-defense, and she died, but the girls weren’t tormented for that as much as we thought. Then, they ran over Archer (Rollins) but by this time, A.D was already tormenting them, so the dead of Archer isn’t the motive, it’s just an opportunity for A.D to blackmail them. 

So, since I clarified that, let’s go back to the Jenna thing. In episode S1E02 we are shown that the girls go to Jenna’s house to teach Toby a lesson for “stalking them” and being a “perv” but we later learn that the person that was in the garage was Jenna. I rewatched the scene, and we can’t really see if there was anyone in the garage. Alison took a long look, so maybe she knew, but we don’t get to see that. Jenna was supposedly there, but are we sure that there wasn’t anyone else??  

Maybe there was someone else. 

In the first halloween episode, we get to see this:  

At this time we know that Jenna wasn’t blind, since she had just moved to Rosewood and ditched Alison as a friend. We get to see the Radley car in front of an old home, so we can imply that there was someone in that house, but since we don’t get to see more, we can’t be sure that this person stayed in the house for more than what we could see. If this person had just escaped Radley, it’s most likely to think that this person wouldn’t stay at the same place forever, especially if that place was an abandoned creepy house. It’s kinda obvious that the people from radley would look into abandoned places first. So maybe this person stayed at that house but not for much longer. 

I suppose that the halloween episode isn’t to far from the date that the Jenna thing happened, so I think that this person could be hiding at Jenna’s house at some point. The garage sounds like a really good place to hide since it’s not a recurrent place to be. 

Maybe Jenna did see this person and was helping it to hide — but I don’t think so, cause in 7x11 we can see that Jenna doesn’t know who A.D is; so maybe Jenna didn’t get to see this person while she was in the garage and everything happened so fast and with the fire and the smoke, probably she passed out or she couldn’t see, so this person could either ran away from there at some point after getting hurt from the fire, or died, but I don’t think that it’s possible that this person had died since when the police and the firefighters arrived, there were no signs that there was a body or even another person, so I’m guessing that this person got hurt in the fire, but quickly ran away from there.

So what kind or injure could let you walk away from a fire but get you hurt in a way that you start to seek revenge? 

 A burn. 

Remember when Marlene tweeted “the lady in black is pll end game”? Well if you don’t remember, here’s the tweet:   

So who was the lady in black? Black widow the mysterious woman that showed up at Wilden’s funeral. She appeared in some episodes of season four and five (when miss Dilaurentis was pictured as her in Alison’s dream) but when Charlotte’s story arrives, we are told that Sarah Harvey was the lady in black. If Sara Harvey was the Lady in black and she’s now dead, how can the lady in black be pll endgame?? Also remember when we get to see black widow taking the veil off and we see Alison’s mask?? The mask was burn from one side, implying that she had a real burn in her face.  

And we know that Sarah Harvey wasn’t injured in that way. It could be a burn from the shack from the last episode of season three but I refuse to accept that. I think that Charlotte’s story was a covered up for this person or they both worked together but with their own agenda and Charlotte decided to finish her game, but this other person didn’t, or it was all bunch of plot-holes and bullshit, I don’t know, but this last season we are often reminded that this is the END GAME, not GAME OVER (as they promoted charlotte’s story) and if Marlene really had everything planned, the lady in black should be end game still.

Also, if the lady in black was really Sarah Harvey, what was the purpose of showing us miss Dilaurentis as her in Alison’s dream?? I want to think that there is a connection between Miss Dilaurentis and black widow. And that connection could be Bethany. Bethany could be Spencer’s twin or Alison’s twin. That could be another reason why we haven’t see her face…. Anyway, this is the only way I can think of for A.D to be a person we haven’t see or we have see but just metaphorically (as in “we have seen spencer’s/alison’s face and obvs it’s the same as their twins but we haven’t really see THE face”) and the only way The lady in black could still be endgame, and the only way I can justified Marlene’s tweet “it all leads back to radley” and the only way this person could hate ALL THE LIARS so much to threatened them for years, and the only way I can justify why A.D wants Jenna to be part of the end game… maybe cause they both were injured by the liars? 

I don’t know! I hope we all be satisfied in the end.

 Thanks for reading and sorry for the grammar mistakes, english isn’t my first language. Good night everyone!

Oh Apollon,

You shine like gold in my mind-

Radiant, bright, and warm.

Your presence is the comfort of the sun

Shining on a clear afternoon.

When I think of You,

My soul settles for a bit,

And finds comfort in Your grace.

Oh God, You burn away the dark

That lingers in my chest,

Bringing me peace and healing.

Khaire, Apollon, brightly shining.

As long as I live, I’ll seek Your warmth.

I will burn sweet incense,

Pour rich wines and oils,

And keep Your name on my tongue

Forever more.

and tell me that you’re sorry too

Work: and tell me that you’re sorry too
Fandoms: One Direction, BBC Radio 1 RPF
Pairing: Nick Grimshaw/Harry Styles
Tags: Canon Compliant, Author Bravely Attempts To Shove The Years 2011-2018 Into 5k, (It Should Be Noted That Bravery Is Just Another Word for Stupidity) 
Word Count: 4948

In which Harry Styles and Nick Grimshaw talk all the time, and yet somehow never quite manage to say what they mean.


In The Theodore Land, you can enjoy a terrible fire and playing hide and seek with burning men and zealots armed with flamethrowers! We’ll also prepare delusions based on your trauma!

Friends, Romans, Countryman

There’s quite a lot of roman references in the latest chapter alone. First off “V” and the “Washuu” which name themselves after the roman numeral ‘V’ or Five, and use eagles in their iconography are mentioned once again as being a force that haunts Hide. 

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The Mystrade Advent Calendar: ~ Day 14 ~

Two weeks of Mystrade festivity already - and we’re now on our ten day countdown towards Christmas Eve. Thank you all so much for following along so far!

Today we have three gorgeous new stories to add to your holiday reading list.

We’re leading with Glitter, with enormous thanks to @green-violin-bow. 

If you like your Christmas Mystrade ultra-tender, with Rosie Watson, baking and bedtime stories, you’re in for a treat. <3

Read ‘Glitter’ on AO3.

We’d also like to thank @savvyblunders (our very own bookjunkiecat on AO3) for the third of her three fabulous Christmas pieces: Seeking Christmas. (Slow-burn epistolary. Yes please. <3)

Read ‘Seeking Christmas’ on AO3.

Last but not least, we’re delighted to feature Stop The Cavalry by @bokkle-oran-doove (known on AO3 as Papa Lazarou) - a fantastic WWII Christmas AU.

Read ‘Stop The Cavalry’ on AO3.

We hope you enjoy reading, and make sure you leave all three contributors your kudos and comments!

deathbycaptainswan  asked:

CS + Modern Au (first kiss) :)) pleasee

Sorry this took a while! This is set in the same little verse as this ficlet I wrote for @captainstudmuffin​‘s prompt :)

Technically, this isn’t their first kiss. It’s their third or perhaps second (and a half) kiss.

But, fuck if it doesn’t feel like his first everything, his first anything.

The first time she had kissed him, it had been sparks on his tongue, burning in his skin, a rushing, heavy madness that took over his wild heart, over his frantic breath, over his restless fingers as they pulled at her sweater, seeking to meet the burning in her skin as well.

It had been colours burning into his eyes, the edges of the world painted gold as he held her in his arms, her forehead against his, shallow breaths as they waited in the aftermath, his back to the wall in his kitchen, two empty glasses and a bottle of rum on the counter.

The first time she has kissed him, it had been bright and fierce and wanting, wanting. But just as soon as it had begun, it was over. A mumbled apology and the back of her white sweater as she had walked away, her fingers lingering in his for only a moment before disappearing.

The second time she had kissed him, it had been sweet. A peck on the tip of his nose as they had sat together in a room filled with people they loved, their hearts full, their breath soft as they let themselves float in the moment. Content and safe and grateful for the other.

But the third or whatever time that she kisses him, it is different. This time, she doesn’t leave.

The sun shines bright upon the water of the lake, a soft breeze in the air as she pulls him by the lapels of his jacket, his smiling lips meeting hers, her arms around his neck. He falls into her, their knees bumping as they sit upon their little blanket in the park, one arm around her waist, the other on her shoulder, fingers wandering her skin by her collarbone, brushing against the cold metal of the necklace he’d just put around her neck.

Oh my god, how did you find it? My foster parents sold it years ago.

I’m a persistent man, love.

(A beat. Two sets of breaths held in place.)

(A deep exhale from one.)

And I’d do anything to make you smile.

His arm around her waist tightens as he pulls her closer still, her fingers tangled in his hair as their lips slow, as they sway softly in the afternoon sun. This time that she kisses him, he doesn’t burn but instead he feels himself sinking into himself. His skin, his breath, his bones begin to feel heavy and real and here. He feels every inch of the little patch of her skin that brushes against his fingers under her shirt, feels every moment of the shiver in her shoulders when it does. The earth feels as thought pulling him down, his body aware of every press of her lips against his, every muffled hum and groan that spills out from between them. 

If he were a better poet, he would tell you about the sparkle of the sun against her hair, about the rustling leaves that sound like rain, about the way his heart feels like it may burst from how much he loves her.

But, right now, all he can think is kissing her feels like the truest thing he will ever do.

The first time that she kisses him, she doesn’t stop. The first time that she kisses him, he realises that he has finally come home.


NAME:Kim Taehyung

NICKNAME(S): V, TaeTae, Lure

DOB: December 30th 1995

PLACE OF BIRTH: Daegu, South Korea

ROLE:Assassin, interrogation (sometimes)

Kim Taehyung grew up in a happy family; he, his parents and his younger sister and brother were all close and generally jovial - anyone would think they were a normal family. But after his mother got involved in some shady business at work one day the whole family was assassinated - apart from 7 year old Tae who’d been staying over at a friend’s house at the time. Traumatised and developing terrible psychosis, Taehyung had no choice but to go live with his grandmother who was verbally degrading but cared for him a lot. Often she’d tell him stories about his grandfather and the war in which he died, which inspired him yet further fueled the revenge-seeking flame that burned strongly within him since his family’s murder. One day whilst cleaning the attic he found photos and medals and everything his grandmother had told him about - and his grandfather’s old military uniform complete with two guns; an old, pretty dusty handgun and a rifle. One had half a magazine still in and one contained three bullets, and he found even more in a small box nearby. Taehyung quickly hid all of it in his room and waited for the moment that afternoon when his grandmother was taking a nap before taking the bullets, guns and the matching silencers he’d also discovered as well as 2 empty tin cans from the trash. He headed for a secluded glade near the house and set the tin on a log before practising some shots from different angles and distances, getting used to the feel of the guns; though through doing this he realised he was a pretty good shot with good aim. He continued practicing, his sole goal being to avenge his parents. His grandmother was none the wiser, nor was anybody else, and at Namjoon’s school he was a popular football player scoring high grades in all his classes and donning good looks and a humorous personality to boot. One day whilst taking files from his teacher to Namjoon he overheard the leader and Yoongi talking, hearing details of the organisation he probably shouldn’t have. When left alone with Namjoon he mentioned it and displayed an interest, offering to take him to the glade as to showcase his talent with a gun. Instead Namjoon took him to his training facility, making sure the doors were barricaded so he could shoot Taehyung if he needed to, but even he couldn’t deny the kid had an amazing ability. After being initiated he also found he had another talent besides assassination - with his innocent countenance and boyish charm he could lure any target he needed to an appropriate spot to be killed. This also proved useful in interrogation; people of all genders had trouble keeping quiet with Taehyung around.

Despite having psychosis and bipolar type II disorder he’s a good fighter, known to carry a baseball bat marked with his name, a blade that doubles as a brass knuckle given to him by Yoongi for his first birthday with the gang and the rifle he found at his grandmother’s. He’s also a good friend to the others, often mediating when any of them fight and listening to their problems. He’s closest to Hoseok and they often play cards or rather dangerous shooting games together - you wouldn’t look at them together and think they’re partners in a gang. He has a slight obsession with yellow fruits, sometimes hears voices that generally tell him to kill certain people and spends a lot of time in a hypomania state. The others have noticed that when he’s in such a state of mind he’s more ruthless, and he’s known to don a very blank expression as he eliminates his target. Getting his jobs done efficiently and trying to hide his mental troubles from his grandmother Kim Taehyung is a real wildcard, but he’s loyal and loves the gang like a family.

Hope you all like this one I don’t think I worded it as well as I could lol ^^;;

-Admin Belle

Warm glow was the light beneath a door crack for me, for a long time. Warm glow, was the oblivious marker of time amidst a field of moments none of us could see to the other side of. And now it is not so much that I have seen the other side, for I know not if I have reached the clearing in the field quite yet: But warm glow has had a way of wrapping up a moment or two in twine, flinging them overboard, and bobbing them back to the surface again. This buoyancy continually surprises me. I remember when warm glow was the intersection of darkness and bright, in a season of fire seeking to both burn and Phoenix me back into a better woman. Warm glow was the maker and the muse intertwining in the clearest of blues. Warm glow is desire and determination, distilled. It is the sound of humans or fish flinging themselves upstream. It is the moment before the music stops, it is the time you were ever whispered awake, it is every question you cannot answer, and every beautiful thing you will never be able to get to the bottom of. But most of all, warm glow is a room with one thousand switches. To me, at least. Congratulations on the EP. You amaze me. And thank you for playing it in the car upon my command…everytime.

anonymous asked:

i trust you. im new to 1D fan fic, i've read a few of the most recent recs you've posted. but i wanted to know. what are the must read, staple fics? like ones that everyone has read and shit. thank you ily.

Okay, here we go. 

1D fan fic 101 (featuring 40+ must-read fics)

  1. These Inconvenient Fireworks (TIF) - Holy Bible of 1D fanfiction (“Future AU in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up finding one other eventually anyway. Louis is a jaded bastard who owns a cat named Duchess and teaches drama to teenagers, Harry is an idealistic aspiring photographer/part-time footy coach, Zayn teaches English lit and wears leather jackets, Liam saves people from burning buildings, and Niall is Niall.”)
  2. Fading - TW: eating disorders, absolutely heartbreaking but one of the most wonderful things you’ll ever read (“Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is”)
  3. Zarah5 - Fandom’s most wonderful and prolific writer, just read everything she’s written (my absolute favourite is Into The Blue)
  4. You Came Beating Like Moth’s Wings - also check everything else by supernope (“Harry smiles. He’s only known Louis for about two hours, knows nothing about him past his first name, but he’s nice and sarcastic and helpful and so, so pretty. And Harry’s still got a few days left in Barcelona, and he thinks he wouldn’t mind spending them with Louis.Also known as, Harry takes the summer before uni to travel Europe and meets Louis in Barcelona, and they end up traveling together.”)
  5. Jump Before We Fall - I absolutely loved this, read it a couple of times, such a great story; also check everything else by green_feelings (Louis and Zayn’s lives revolve around running a hotel by the sea, Harry is a student who wants a life far from home for just a little while, Niall doesn’t know where life leads him and Liam thinks he has already found all purposes in his life.)
  6. Red Brick Heart - so good, the college life au with so much cheeky louis and adorable harry, plus loads of cuddling and great group dynamic; also check everything else by hazmesentir (“Harry has only had his room for thirty-two minutes when it stops being his.Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn’t expect is a surprise roommate who’s loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he’s ever wanted.”)
  7. And Then A Bit - also check everything else by infinitelymint (“We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.(aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.))
  8. The Finish Line (Is A Good Place For Us To Start) / You’ll Breathe Me in (You Won’t Release) - couldn’t decide which one is better, both are so so so good; also check everything else by LoadedGunn (first one is the formula au, second one is the driving instructor fic)
  9. In From The Cold - this is one of the fics you will never forget, I promise (“Louis is a hurricane who won’t stand still, but Harry thinks maybe Ireland has this way of changing priorities. A B&B au in which Harry and Zayn run an inn in Ennis, Ireland, and Louis comes to review it. Liam is their handyman, Niall absolutely doesn’t work there, and home is most definitely where the heart is.”)
  10. Sanity Not Included - OT5 au, must read, this is one of the funniest things you will ever get the pleasure of going through; also check everything else by scottmcniceass, there is some wonderful ziam au’s, I absolutely adore this writer (Someone probably should have stopped the five of them from living together in one house.)
  11. To Be The Friction In Your Jeans - ultimate OT5 smut, I guarantee you won’t read anything hotter than this (Harry is an exhibitionist. He gets up to shenanigans. This is a fill for this prompt at the kink meme: Harry really, really likes to be watched. When they’re all lounging around watching TV he’ll start kissing Louis and he’ll take it as far as he can until Louis makes him stop because the other boys are in the room or drags him away to finish in private. He’ll do it wherever - at home, on the bus, in the car, backstage in the dressing room. The boys maybe kind of secretly wish Louis would stop stopping Harry, and maybe one night when they’re drunk he does. Except. It got really, really out of control.)
  12. You Are The Blood - Hogwarts AU, can’t get better than this; also check everything else by sarcasticfluentry, especially pep talk turned into pep rally (OT5 smut);  (“A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin.”)
  13. You You You - absolutely hilarious, I loved the nouis friendship here paired with famous!harry and nonfamous!louis, plus louis’ twitter persona is amazing; also check everything else by isthatyoularry (“Infamous boybander leaves club together with unknown,” read the headline. Underneath were pictures of a boy with dark curls, green eyes and very tight pants. They both studied the article for a moment, reading it through quickly.“Is that…?” Louis frowned. That guy almost looked exactly like… “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!”
    “Louis,” Niall said, looking absolutely fucked over. “You just fucked the most wanted guy on earth. You just fucked Harry Styles of One Direction.”)

  14. Give Me Truths - this was so painful, but it’s such a well-crafted story with an amazing ending plus the character developement is superb, TW: emotional/physical abuse (Louis is a psychology student with a tattoo count as high as his genius IQ. Harry is in a (sort-of) relationship with a homophobic man and hates himself a little more every day. Things fall apart and Louis puts him back together.Or, the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy.)
  15. And The Reason Is You - this was deleted from ao3, but it’s a shame, it’s such a great piece with zarry and lilo friendships (Zayn and Harry are the socialite sons of two high-end record producers and the heirs to the future of Myles Records. The two are reckless, loud and out of control. They have no regard for reputation or responsibility. Liam and Louis work for Horan’s catering, their friend Niall’s catering business, and are at almost every event that Myles Records throws. After one disastrous night, Zayn and Harry are dragged home upon request by Paul, Liam and Louis. Hijinks, drama and love ensue. This includes a Zarry friendship (a bit of unrequited love in this respect, too), Nosh, and body shots.)
  16. Another Hazy May harry shoots guns better than he shoots footie, and louis writes in the third person, zayn’s kardashian poster as the foundation of a friendshipand and liam payne as batman (“louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.”)
  17. Learning To Breathe - fluff and angst mostly (He’s playing football at one of the top universities in England and he should love everything about his life right now, but instead he’s moving backwards. How does your past fit into your present? Louis is still figuring it out.)
  18. Hiding Out In The Kitchen -  this one is really cute, and I loved the ending (Harry’s in an internationally famous boyband with his three best mates, he gets laid on a pretty regular basis, and he’s headed to Australia in a week. He doesn’t need anything else, and he certainly doesn’t need a boyfriend. If this nice guy he met in a coffeeshop wants to date him, great—but that’s all it is. Right?)
  19. If I Could Hold You - famous!harry, soooo good (“Louis isn’t a fan of popstars. Unless the popstar has curly hair, green eyes, and is named Harry Styles. He really likes that popstar.”)
  20. Hold Me Closer - (“Louis Tomlinson is one of the most promising dancers of the English National Ballet, on track to become the youngest principal dancer in the company’s history. That is, until forces conspire to significantly complicate his life, including: a surprise ballet, an unfairly attractive guest choreographer, and being pushed into a rivalry with his best mate. Featuring lots of wine, dancing, pining, and a happy ending.”)
  21. Just Me, You, And This Box Of Matches - H&L live in the same building, really cool Harry character (“Louis is fairly sure that his new neighbour is going to destroy him. And also their apartment building, and the dumpsters outside, and all the forests within a thirty mile radius. But. Mostly him.”)
  22. All Too Human - kids au, so cute, Harry’s persona here is so out of this world (“Louis has a 3 year old son and works at a daycare while getting his education degree.Harry’s a fresh face Popstar with the world in his hands.They meet over applesauce and hide n’ go seek.”)
  23. Feel The Chemicals Burn In My Bloodstream - to read more than once (“Harry is a journalist with a lot of secrets and Louis is the future king of the United Kingdom; they live together for 60 days.”)
  24. Adding: Escapade (as it already made hl fic history) In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He’s rich. He’s handsome. He’s reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for. 
Drinking Part 2 (Sirius Black x Reader)

Part One / Part Three (coming soon)

Pairing: Sirius x Reader

Word Count: 1752

Summery: [Y/N] helped Sirius out at a party and now is feeling the effects.

A/N: This is a continuation of the fic from last week. It was getting really long so I decided to turn it into three parts. Apologies for the cliffhanger! And thank you for those who liked the first part and send feedback its always much obliged :)

Sirius awoke with a pounding in his head. Groaning, his eyes painfully adjust to the light only to look upon the grinning faces of his best friends.

“Why helloooooo sleeping beauty” James coos, grinning from ear to ear.

“How are you feeling?” Peter asks timidly. Sirius groans in response and fall back on the bed with his arm over his eyes.

“Like Hell. Remind me never to drink that much ever again” he whines.

“Well it looks like someone left something for you on your desk” Remus points out, hiding his smile from the rest. Sirius turns his head to the side and props himself up on his elbows. Narrowing his eyes he notices a cup, some candies and a note lying on his side table. Reaching over he takes the note and reads it:

Take both with water. They are Hangover Toffees that will help with last night’s drinking. Take care and get some rest.

“Awww did you guys bring me some Hangover Toffees?” Sirius says with a small smile. James and Peter become confused.

“I didn’t put those there”

“Yeah man neither did I. Moony did you get those for him?”

Remus shakes his head smiling “Don’t you think we would just tell you what on the note instead of having to write it down if it was any of us?”

The other three voice various sounds of understanding and nod at their own thoughtlessness.

“But,” Remus continues “It was very nice of her to think ahead at your inevitable hangover”

“She?!” They all exclaim. Sirius’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Do you know who it was?”

Remus nods and smiles openly. “I   may    have seen [Y/N] struggling to drag an extremely drunk you into the room”

Sirius’s eye grow to the size of dinner plates and his heart begins to race.

“ [Y]–[Y/N]?!” he stutters. “Nothing happened right?! I didn’t do any thing to hurt her right!?”

“Wow Padfoot you must really have been drunk to not have remembered the ‘goddess of a witch’ [Y/N] in   your   room” James snorts, mocking the way Sirius describes you to his close friends.

Remus rolls his eyes at James, a knowing smile still playing across his scarred lips.

“No you didn’t do anything to her don’t worry. She left you those though” he says pointing to the toffees. “Sweet of her to think of you don’t you think?”

Sirius groans and covers his face “Godric this is so embarrassing!”

“Think of it this way,” James starts, putting his arm around his best friend “Now you have an excuse to talk to her. Go find her and thank her! Then ask her to Hogsmeade and boom! Happily ever after!”

Sirius stares at him. Although he would hate to admit it, the thought of finally being able to talk to [Y/N] (while sober) was something he could only do in his dreams. Whenever he saw her he would be too nervous to go up to her and start a conversation. It wasn’t like that with any of the other girls in Hogwarts. He could easily charm his was into any girl’s heart with a look and a “Hello”. But with her he couldn’t even look at her without his mind going blank. He was jealous of his drunk self. That version of Sirius Black wasn’t afraid to talk to her, something sober him wanted desperately to be able to do. And now was his chance. An excuse to finally talk to her after 7 years of hopelessly trying to get [Y/N] out of his head.

With a nod of determination, Sirius decides to seek her out.


“You’ll burn your toast with those laser eyes” Ismene Grint remarks at her fellow housemate. [Y/N] had been sitting silently during breakfast, not touching her food at all. Her mind is too busy racing with thoughts from last night. She was extremely embarrassed with the whole situation. She hated how her face begins to heat when she think about how beautiful his face looked or how strong his arms were when he was holding himself up. They were physically close, more than she ever thought possible. In past years whenever she would be in the same room as Sirius he would avoid her like the plague, not even daring to look at her. He would be fooling around with whoever it was that week and [Y/N] would sit there, wishing on all the stars that he would finally turn his gaze towards little ol’ her. But last night was different. Last night he looked her right in the eyes with his misty grey orbs and actually spoke to her!

But he was drunk at the time. [Y/N] knew this, and it saddened her. She knew that once he would sober up using the toffees she left, he would resume his usual routine of avoiding her.

But not this time.

This time she will be the one to avoid him like the plague! Take that pretty boy!

Sighing she turns her head towards the area where the Marauders usually sit. However they are no where to be found. Confused she looks around the Great Hall trying to look for the troublemakers.

No she shouts at herself in her mind Stupid! You’re supposed to be ignoring him not actively looking for him!

Just then the doors to the Great Hall swing up and four figures in red and black saunter through. [Y/N]’s head whips up and she locks eyes with smoldering grey ones. Oh Niffler!

Sirius widens his eyes and sees her looking directly at him. This is his chance! He begins to walk towards her when her eyes harden, the most disgusted look on her face, and turns back to her food. Sirius’ heart drops and his eyes feel heavy. Remus notices the interaction and pats him on the shoulder, a confused look developing on his face. The Marauders place themselves in their usual seats and that was that.

Truthfully she wasn’t disgusted with him. She was disgusted with herself. She was disgusted that the mere thought of Sirius Black made her face heat up and her knees lose feeling. If he so much as looked at her her mind would fog up like glass panes in winter.

And that exactly how her mind was for the rest of the week.

Every chance he could Sirius’ eyes would find her. Sitting in Charms class, she would suddenly shiver, feeling a pair of eyes on her. She didn’t have to look to know it was him. The familiar fog would settle itself in her head and her body would heat up. Not to mention Ismene’s constant teasing.

“Oooooo, Black’s staring at you again” she nudges [Y/N] in the arm. [Y/N] swats her friend’s shoulder discreetly.

“Stop looking at him! I know he is! Ignore it please.” she pleads.

“[Y/N],” Ismene’s face now solemn, “you’ve been weird since the party. You haven’t so much as looked in that boy’s direction! Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine. Just finally decided Sirius Black was an unreachable dream. My hope for him to truly see me is gone. It’s time to be realistic.” she replies bitterly, her eyes slightly stinging.

“Alright~” Ismene muses as the bell rings, gathering her books. “But i mean he’s been ‘seeing you’ for about a week now. Kinda looks like he wants to talk to you about something though” she finishes nodding past [Y/N]’s shoulder.

A wash of dread crashes over her as she spots Sirius, a look of determination rivaling that of James Potter’s when he sees Lilly Evans. He starts towards [Y/N] but she is faster, her hands working quickly to pack her supplies. Narrowly, she darts past a gobsmacked Sirius and runs off to somewhere she can finally vent the fog consuming her mind.


[Y/N] finds herself walking along the shore line of the lake. Gripping a large stick she found, she thrashes it about, whipping random flora as she huffs along. Coming out here was supposed to clear her mind but being alone, the vastness of the lake allowing her thoughts to flow with the water, made the fog denser.

Had Sirius finally run out of girls the cycle through and decided to go after the only girl he hadn’t yet conquered? Did he get pranked on and suspect her?

No, she shook her head, I don’t do that kind of thing.

Then she stops her movements abruptly and stares at the rocks.


Had he finally remembered about the party!?

She beings walking hurriedly in an ellipse shape, her eyes wandering aimlessly and her hands finding no place to rest.

Had Sirius finally remembered the events of that night? Was he so appalled that he was clinging on to her and spoke to her? Did he finally realize what he said and regretted calling her gorgeous? Was that why he was looking at her now after all those years? To set the record straight that, if sober, he never would have done or said that?

Tears prick her eyes, and she forcefully throws the stick onto the ground as her mind settles on that notion. She hoped with all her heart that he didn’t remember. She hoped he assumed the note and hangover toffee’s were from another Marauder, or even one of his many lovers. That way she wouldn’t have to face him and she could go back to being  [Y/N], the girl who didn’t exist in his magical world.

Her ravenous thoughts were interrupted by the sound of leaves rustling. She whips around and gasps.

Ten feet away stands a panting Sirius Black, his hair messy from running and combing his hand through it frustratingly. His eyes scour the horizon until he finally lays his eyes upon a frozen [Y/N], a similar look of shock on her face. She was too shocked to tear her eyes away and run, as she had done so many times before. Sirius notices this fact as well. Determined to seize the opportunity presented to him, he runs towards her with everything he has.

Her eyes widen at his action. Desperate to escape she starts to back up. However she does not notice the stick she through down in anger. Her heel lands on the stick and she stumbles back. The stick rolls from underneath her and she loses her footing. With her arms windmilling to keep her balance, her efforts fail her and with a thundering splash the lake envelops her. The last thing to grace her ears is the cries of the boy she took care of only days before.


~To be continued ~

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Rose of Intimacy ;; Love’s Embrace

Mark the sigil upon a slip of paper, and gather thereon a bed of dried rose petals – red for passion and romance, pink for youthful tenderness and infatuation, coral for a touch of both – and an affect of he/she whose heart you seek to soften. Burn the purse, and as you do, recite the spell as follows. When all is done scatter the ashes at their foot-tracks.

Embrace love – touch
Love’s embrace:
Chill of winter-heart –
Barren stem, 
Nigh thorn nor spade
Imbibe the rose of –

Flame ignite 
Thy hallowed blossoms
Beat the root in hollow chasms
I am blood – 
There-in cathedral
Breathing white the votive flames

something that i think is interesting is the role climate plays when it comes to preservation of historical records. Like in a dry climate such as Egypt you have stuff like how in 1945 a pair of farmers from the village of Nag Hammadi entered a cave to try and find fertilizer (in the form of bat guano I’m assuming) only to stumble upon some brittle papyrus scrolls that turned out to be 1,500 year old Gnostic Christian manuscripts. 

But in more humid areas such as SE Asia you dont really have that sort of thing. Other than brief inscriptions on stone and metal written records needed to be recopied by scribes over and over to properly preserve them otherwise the paper would simply rot away.  You need people constantly copying old written records. While in general the records of centralized states or other organized entities tend to be more well preserved and known to historians that effect becomes even more pronounced if the problem isnt simply making sure people put a text on a shelf but that people are taking the texts from the shelves and copying what it says because in a humid climate its much more likely a text left alone for a long time would disintegrate. 

When the Spanish conquered a set of islands in the region to secure a trans-Pacific trade route to Asia (exporting silver to East Asia was much more profitable than to Europe because silver tended to be the basis of currency rather than gold) and then named these islands the “Philippines” in honor of King Phillip II they did not actually actively seek out and burn local writings and texts on a large scale such as with the destruction of the Nahuatl codices of Mexico. However many people think they did because so little survives from the pre-Spanish period. What instead happened was that the Spanish rule meant that scribes and record keepers no longer recopied the records of older states because they were instead copying records that were important to the Spanish who really didnt care too much about things like the lineage of the rulers of Tondo, Cebu etc. So it was more willful  neglect than active book burning but the effect on the destruction of knowledge remained the same the main difference being fire vs mildew.