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Harry was walking back to the Gryffindor tower when he saw it, a corn snake, the thickest part of it was about as round as his thumb and it was only about a foot long. It was pale almost white, an albino, but the pale yellow-orange markings along it’s back had been charmed to a vibrant green.
Harry glanced around for the owner but the hallway was empty, there wasn’t even the sound of retreating footsteps.
He dropped into a crouch next to the snake doggedly slithering along the stones and hissed a quiet greeting, “Hello, little one, are you lost?”
The snake lifted its head, looking as startled as a snake can to be talked to by a human. The snake seemed to think a great while before she answered in a prim tone, “No. I am certain of my way but I am cold. I would warm myself with your heat.”
Harry held out his hand and the little snake slid into it, her small little body was chilled from the stone floor. He stood and leaned back against the wall, cupping the snake in both hands, “Where are you going?” he asked.
The snake flicked her tongue, “You would know my business without even asking my name or offering your own? Are all humans so rude?”
Harry blinked and then grinned, “No, just me probably,” he hissed apologetically, “May I ask what your name is?”
“You may,” the snake said bobbing her head slightly in something like a nod, “Among my own I was known as Little White. My human calls me something like Morning, it is not a name I recognize or could pronounce in the proper tongue.”
“A pleasure to meet you, Little White. I am Harry Potter but you may call me what you like,” Harry said.
Little White raised her head higher, turning her head this way and that to get a better look at him.
“Would you like any help?” Harry asked again now that the introductions were complete.
Little White flicked her tongue out furiously, “It appears I require no more help as it was you I was looking for, Hairy Pot-Maker.”
Harry winced, he really did not like the literal representation of his name in parsel tongue.
“I was headed to your nest,” Little White said, “I thought perhaps I could do something, as hopeless as it is to try and do anything with most of your kind. You are all intolerably stupid. I am pleased to know you can at least manage the true tongue.”
“Thank you?” Harry said, grinning in something between amusement and disbelief at this little snake’s cheek.
Little White regally dipped her head again, “You are most welcome, Hairy Pot-Maker.”
Harry winced again, “I would rather you didn’t call me that. Really, anything else would be better.”
“Then should I call you raven-locked or emerald eye or perhaps hearts-desire?” Little White asked archly.
“What?” Harry blinked in surprise.
Little White shifted in his palms to a spot with more warmth, “My human calls you those things, amongst others in the silence of his den. I do not understand ‘love’ and 'desire’. It makes little sense to me. A snake seeks the company of other snakes only to mate and then they separate. Yet you humans seem drawn to one another often.” she cocked her head slightly, “Perhaps it is your warmth, I can understand that. Human warmth is very desirable, a pair of humans might share warmth together.”
“…So you wanted to help your human?” Harry asked, feeling a little flushed that someone, a Slytherin someone, had a crush on him.
“Yes. He is heart-sick for wanting you yet he will not speak his desire. He believes you would be opposed, to the point of anger or even violence.” Little White said, watching him intently.
“I wouldn’t do that,” Harry hurriedly assure her.
“I believe this of you,” Little White said, thoroughly unimpressed with him, “Despite his wanting of you I find it unlikely that you are worthy. My human is very warm and provides fine mice for me. He calls me beautiful. I would not share his warmth.”
Harry’s brow furrowed, “but weren’t you coming to try and help him?”
“I have changed my mind,” Little White said. “Put me down.”
“I could take you back to him?” Harry offered, mostly out of politeness.
Little White turned her head away, “I would not have him look upon you, ever again.”
Harry felt a little dumbstruck. He was about to kneel and put the little snake when he heard running footsteps and turned to look. Malfoy was running down the hallway, his robes flapping around him, his swept back hair falling down around his face. He had his wand in his hand, doing what appeared to be a point me spell.
Malfoy zeroed in on Harry and his cupped hands immediately and stomped over as if he wasn’t a flustered, faintly flushed mess, “Did you find a snake, a white snake with green markings?”
Harry silently lowered his hands so Malfoy could better see.
“Morgana!” Malfoy cried in relief, he reached out to take her and then pulled back as if he didn’t want to touch Harry.
Before Harry would have interpreted that action in an entirely different way. He felt a little dizzy.
Malfoy held his hand out, “My snake, if you please, Potter.”
Little White was flicking her tongue furiously at Harry, “You do not look at my human like that! I have decided and will not share!”
Harry glanced down at her, feeling a smile on his lips. He looked back up, Malfoy was looking rather cute. He dropped his cupped hands onto Malfoy’s warm palm, letting Little White slip down and wrap around securely around Malfoy’s wrist. Harry curled one hand around Malfoy’s tracing his fingers over the back of Malfoy’s hand. He watched Malfoy’s face flush faintly, a shiver going through his hand, the rest of him seemed to be frozen in place.
Harry said, “I was was thinking-”
Little White lunged out, biting Harry’s thumb.
Harry jerked his hand back, mostly out of shock. The little snake couldn’t really hurt him.
She pulled back, her body still raised high in warning, “I said No!”
“Morgana! Why did you-! Don’t do that!” Malfoy hissed looking a little panicked and telling Harry, “She’s never done that before. You must have just startled her.”
“I’m sure,” Harry said glaring at her. He smiled at Malfoy, “As I was going to say, do you want to go out sometime?”
Malfoy flushed even pinker, “What?”
“On a date,” Harry said, tempted to reach out and touch Malfoy again but deciding against it, “I thought maybe we could share some warmth together.”
Malfoy searched his expression and then hesitantly nodded.
Little White muttered, “I’m going to shit in your shoes.”
First off let’s just touch upon the acoustics and synths in this, very 90’s. Big fan. Super chilled following ‘Havana’ so I like how she’s proving herself across each genre. That being said, lets dive a little deeper.
So I think the whole ‘real friends’ is actually a critical dig at fame and Hollywood. The ‘paper town’ clearly references LA and the whole stigma surrounding the city, more specifically all the artificial, false ‘friendships’ existing within the industry. No I don’t think this is about the girls before you ask lmao. Anyway, the second verse:
“I stay up, talkin’ to the moon Been feelin’ so alone in every crowded room Can’t help but feel like something’s wrong, yeah ‘Cause the place I’m livin’ in just doesn’t feel like home”
is super interesting. We’ve got the moon popping up again. But why? So Camila talks to the moon because she feels isolated in a crowd of people? But who’s the moon? We know she romanticises the concept of the moon, so it can’t be Sinu right? So we’ve got one more option. Moving on to the bridge:
“I just wanna talk about nothin’ With somebody that means something Spell the names of all our dreams and demons For the times that I don’t understand Tell me what’s the point of a moon like this When I’m alone again Can I run away to somewhere beautiful Where nobody knows my name?”
Well would you look at that, the moon imagery AGAIN. In a romantic context, I infered this as ‘what’s the point in having a moon (moon being a lover) when you still feel so alone.
What I also inferred from this is, yes she “can run away to somewhere beautiful, where nobody knows her name” BUT she knows the moon will always follow. Because wherever she goes, the moon follows.
☽Summary☾ ; Being together with Yoongi as a couple, meant to be showing the affection in private places, to where no one is able to see. But what happens, at a party where Yoongi reaches his limit.
Invited to the biggest after party at MNET, there was something about the way Yoongi bluntly invited you to come with. There wasn’t anything meaningful in it, at least not in the way he said it.
“Are you coming with?” Is what his exact words were, when he asked you in front of the boys at their dorm. Getting together to have a casual night talking in the living room, and you couldn’t possibly say ‘no’ to him. Being together for two years, it was like the magic went away when it came to things like this. Even Jimin were curious if you ever shared a loving kiss or holding hands in public, where it was almost a certain 'no’.
Prompt: He was in disguise - how the hell did you know it was Kylo?
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Notes: just some weird thing that came to my mind. I wanted to write for “Matt” but it sort of turned into Matt/Kylo lol.
Kylo just wanted to see what you’d think of Matt. The purpose of him going undercover, at least for him, wasn’t just to spy on his employee’s. It was also to see how you’d react to someone else that was like Kylo but wasn’t Kylo.
Only it didn’t really go the way he planned.
Kylo made his way over to the cafeteria where he knew you’d be eating your lunch. And as soon as he sat beside you, Kylo was just waiting for you to turn to him and ask “what are you doing sitting here? This spot is reserved for Kylo.” It was his mastermind plan, to see just how much you truly cared for him.
Kylo just knew he was a genius.
But instead you said, without even looking up from your book; “good morning Kylo.”
And Matt was just flabbergasted.
His head jerked back in surprise and Kylo’s eyes widened as he stared at you through his fake glassed. “I-I’m not Kylo…” He mumbled slowly, shaking his head at you. Coughing lightly, he changed the pitch of his voice. “I’m Matt. The new Radar Technician.”
Finally you looked away from your book, glancing at Kylo with a raised brow. “Sure you are.”
Smiling, you bit your lip as you eyed his attire. “It’s a cute look.”
“Y/N-” Kylo sputtered and you smirked. “If you’re Matt, how would you know my name? I haven’t introduced myself yet.”
Kylo’s eyes couldn’t get more wide. “I-I’m… friends with Kylo Ren.”
“Oh really?” You asked, nodding slowly. “Kylo’s friends with a technician.”
“As I said,” you grinned. “It’s cute.”
“You didn’t believe me for a second?” Kylo muttered, slumping over the table with defeat. You shook your head, grinning from ear to ear - this was just too good.
“No,” you admitted. “But…” You started, looking over his figure one last time. “It’s not a bad look. You’re adorable.”
“I’m not adorable.” Kylo defended, straightening his back defensively as you begun packing up. “I’m intimidating.”
Standing up, you shook your head; “not dressed like that.”
“Adorable!” You sang, walking away.
And Kylo didn’t feel like such a genius anymore.
do i know what this is? no.
it popped in my mind lol and it kind of sucks, but i hope it was a fun read.
Snippet: Prince Yugi/Bodyguard Atem AU - New Year’s Ball
If you saw this post you already know about this AU of mine. The title basically says it all. Prince Yugi, body guard Atem, forbidden love, drama. ;D
While I do love the Egyptian setting I’m glad I got to explore another favourite time period of mine: the 19th century! What a refreshing change!
Take this as a little thank you for your support throughout this year. My little blog has now a lot more followers than I had expected. Thank you all for following me on my writing journey! I wish you a wonderful new year and lots of love, health, luck and kindness! :)
whirled through the sea of swooshing skirts and capes around him. In
his arms he held a girl of his age in a teal dress and with blond,
pinned-up hair. The music came to a fading halt and all the couples
stopped and bowed to each other. Everyone clapped for the orchestra
and its conductor.
prince, that was such a wonderful dance! May I have another?”, the
girl said with sparkling eyes. Yugi scratched his cheek.
Lady Rebecca, I’m a bit exhausted…”
of course! Let us have some hot punch, yes?”, she said, linked her
arm with his and pulled him off the dance floor. But a group of
young women with lace fans and silken pouches blocked their way. They
were all pouting and frowning.
this is enough! This is your 8th dance with the prince
tonight! Let others have a chance!”, the black-haired girl in the
middle said. Rebecca’s grip around Yugi’s arm tightened.
because you’re jealous doesn’t mean you have to ruin my evening,
the one ruining everyone else’s evening! You’re not his fiancée so
you have no right to always act like this! Besides, if the prince
weren’t so kind he’d have pushed you away a long time ago…”,
Vivian said. Rebecca rushed towards her.
lying! And who are you to say such things?! You’re not his fiancée
the discussion continued, Yugi stepped further and further away until
he hurried through the crowd. He found a lonely spot between a statue
and a painting and sighed.