you must let go before it starts

Revenge on homophobic dad

So I came to visit my dad on Easter and I’ve never heard so many homophobic words in 6 fucking days. He went full on how gross and disgusting and all that homophobic bullshit and then - of course - he fetishised lesbians, because “they are nice to look at”. I got really pissed when he started to wonder if Church will let him change godfather for my brother, because the one he has Come out as gay couple weeks ago… I was like “what is wrong with you? I honestly want to know?!?!?”

I tried to use reasoning but it failed so now I’m in the middle of making my revenge in couple simple steps:

1. Go on yt and watch so many gay (les too but not two attractive models making out) videos ad you can so recommendation on yt will always show gays.
2. Go to his porn account (I just happened to know his login and password to everything so that’s not a problem) and also watch gay (this time male/male only) videos and like them, comment maybe so it will also jump on in recommendation.
3. Say you are gay. Bonus: Suggest having a gf and say that “those sleepovers you let me go to were total fun”
4. Trick him into watching gay movies(:
“Brokeback mountain” may not be a good to start with, because most people knows it’s gay. Better start with some less known movies) then watch him storm out the room when he reliased what he is watching.
5. Made him read gay ff - must be slowburn. I will tell him that I wrote it and he - as a good father and shit - should support my dreams and read this. Make him fully invested before he reliase it’s gay love story.
6. Find out how many celebrities he likes are gay. Watch movies with those people and when they appear on screen say “Did you know he/she is gay?”
7. Find out how many historical figures and his idols may be gay and destroy his image of them.
8. After this he will probably start to fight: “its not important that he is gay, because he did something and he is my Idol”. Make a face and make him understand what he just said.
9. If 8 happens give him a break because he starts to get it.
10. if 8 does not work just jump straight here and be as gay as possible. Mention things about pride during meals, show how much LGBT community suffered over the time, try to make him understand something (if he doesn’t plan vacation and place him in one room with gay uncle)

MAKE HIS HOMOPHOBIC LIFE A GAY HELL, BECAUSE HE DESERVES TO KNOW WHAT BIG ASSHOLE HE IS.
(I’m currently at point 2. Revenge Is on)

Study buddy (Smut)

I often imagine Sehun being the Flirt Master who can get any girl… 

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 5543 words

Warning: Rough sex, Public sex, Dirty-Dirty talk, Voyeurism

AU: College!AU


Study buddy

Four standard assumptions of perfectly competitive models – One. Economies of scale are… small relative… to the size of the… market. Two. Output… is homogenous. Three. Information… is… soft- and… fluffy. Four. I want to marry you… sweet, cuddly turtle-bunny-cushion. Something hits the elbow you’re leaning your head upon and you shoot up, slightly panicking. Shit. You had fallen asleep. It was only for a minute; you defend yourself in your mind. Nobody saw you, right?

You lift your hands to rub your eyes but stop yourself in the nick of time. You have almost forgotten that you are wearing black eyeliner and mascara. Thank God you remembered just in time – It would have been a catastrophe if you didn’t.

You look around, pinching your eyes a few times instead and examining the endless array of tables that is populated with college students and their college books, notebooks, markers and pencils. During the exam periods, it’s difficult to find a spot left empty. Outside the College library, there’s typically a line of students waiting to claim a seat, even at this unholy hour of nine pm.

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Blue Blooded (M)

Originally posted by saintminyoongi


Summary
: You’ve been happily married to Crown Prince Seokjin for months now. Or so it would appear to the public. What only you and the palace staff know your shameful secret: you never consummated your marriage.

Member: Jin

Word Count: 8.6k+

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

A/N: Requested by @forever-young-got7! Because Jin really is royalty, isn’t he?

Ever since that night you’ve keep asking yourself. What did you do wrong? Was it the way you looked? Something you said, something you didn’t say? Did he just… hate you?

If anyone had asked you prior to your marriage to Prince Seokjin, you would have never even entertained the notion of him hating anyone. The man just seemed too perfect, not only in looks, but in disposition as well, never one to lack poise, always composed. The few times you and your family had visited him prior to the wedding, he had been nothing but a gentleman.

And certainly it didn’t seem like he disliked you, in fact it seemed to be the opposite, even if there seemed to be some distance between the two of you but you attributed this to the fact that you had not known each other for very long, and had expected things to gradually change once you two had actually wed.

The warm expression on his face as you walked down the aisle gave you a hopeful outlook on what the rest of your marriage would be like. However, it all came crashing down later that night.

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Takenaka & Ritsu: Kiss/Cuddle/Fight

pings @hydrachea

I was going to do a mini comic thing for this but ya’ll can blame my rental agent for giving me zero warning of an inspection and so I’ve been frantically cleaning all night. I’ll write the idea out instead…


Takenaka frowned, distracted. And really, right now he would rather not be. But the words were incessant and repeated and they didn’t make any sense. Was he doing this wrong? The uncertainty was starting to dig little claws into his insides and his heart was racing for all the wrong reasons.

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✧ — Phantom of the Opera Prompts.

❛ My power over you grows stronger yet. ❜
❛ Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind. ❜
❛ Your part is silent, little toad! ❜
❛ Perhaps it is you who are the toad… ❜
❛ Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide! ❜
❛ Seal my fate tonight. ❜
❛ I hate to have to cut the fun short, but the joke’s wearing thin. ❜
❛ Let the audience in. ❜
❛ God, give me courage to show you you are not alone! ❜
❛ Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? ❜
❛ I heard as I’d never heard before. ❜
❛ What you heard was a dream and nothing more. ❜
❛ Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore… ❜
❛ That voice which calls to me and speaks my name. ❜  
❛ And do I dream again? ❜
❛ You have come here, in pursuit of your deepest urge. ❜
❛ I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge. ❜
❛ In your mind you’ve already sucummed to me. ❜  
❛ Now you are here with me. No second thoughts. ❜
❛ Past the point of no return. ❜
❛ What raging fire shall flood the soul? ❜
❛ What rich desires unlock its door? ❜  
❛ What sweet seductions lie before us? ❜
❛ Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. ❜
❛ Did you think that I had left you for good? ❜
❛ Down once more to the dungeon of my black despair! ❜
❛ You’ve past the point of no return. ❜
❛ You try my patience make your choice. ❜
❛ I gave you my mind blindly. ❜
❛ Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance. ❜
❛ Have you forgotten your Angel? ❜
❛ Wildly my mind beats against you… ❜
❛ Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigne. ❜
❛ Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind. ❜
❛ Can I ever forget that sight? ❜
❛ Can I ever escape from that face? ❜
❛ Past the point of no return - no going back now. ❜
❛ When will the flames, at last, consume us? ❜
❛ When will the blood begin to race? ❜
❛ I remember… there was mist. ❜
❛ Who was that shape in the shadows? ❜
❛ Whose is that face in the mask? ❜
❛ Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon! ❜
❛ Is this what you wanted to see? Curse you! ❜
❛ Now you cannot ever be free! ❜
❛ Come. We must return. ❜
❛ Those two fools who run my theater will be missing you. ❜
❛ No kind word from anyone! No compassion anywhere! ❜
❛ Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. ❜
❛ Lead me, save me from my solitude. ❜
❛ Say you’ll want me with you here beside you. ❜
❛ Anywhere you go, let me go too. ❜
❛ Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me? ❜
❛ Have you no pity? ❜
❛ Your lover makes a passionate plea. ❜
❛ Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world! ❜
❛ Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before! ❜
❛ Only then can you belong to me… ❜  
❛ You alone can make my song take flight. ❜
❛ It’s over now, the music of the night. ❜
❛ Twisted every way, what answer can I give? ❜
❛ Say you love him/her, and my life is over! ❜
❛ Now, let it be war upon you both! ❜
❛ See you later, because I’m going now. ❜
❛ This haunted face holds no horror for me now. ❜
❛ It’s in your soul that the true distortion lies. ❜
❛ For the past three years, these things do happen! ❜
❛ And did you stop them from happening? No! ❜
❛ Why have you brought me here? ❜
❛ We can’t go back there. ❜
❛ I can’t escape from him/her/them… ❜
❛ Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes! ❜
❛ Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death! ❜
❛ Go now, don’t let them find you. ❜
❛ I fought so hard to free you! ❜  
❛ Say you love me. ❜
❛ Your chains are still mine! You belong to me! ❜
❛ Wait! I think my dear, we have a guest. ❜
❛ I had rather hoped that you would come. ❜
❛ Free him/her! Do what you like only free him/her! ❜
❛ Does that mean nothing I love him/her! Show some compassion! ❜
❛ The world showed no compassion to me! ❜
❛ Did you think that I would harm him/her? ❜
❛ Too late for prayers and useless pity! ❜
❛ You little demon - is this what you wanted to see? ❜
❛ Farewell, my fallen idol and false friend. ❜
❛ Look around, there’s another mask behind you! ❜
❛ Please promise me that sometimes, you will think… of me! ❜
❛ Where in the world have you been hiding? ❜
❛ I only wish I knew your secret. ❜
❛ Who is your great tutor? ❜
❛ Why you spray on my chin all the time, huh? ❜
❛ The final threshold! ❜
❛ They say that this youth has set my lady’s heart aflame! ❜
❛ Go away, for the trap is set and waits for its prey! ❜
❛ There is no phantom of the opera. ❜
❛ Look, your future bride! Just think of it! ❜
❛ Please don’t, they’ll see. ❜
❛ But why is it secret? What have we to hide? ❜
❛ It’s an engagement, not a crime! ❜

anonymous asked:

writing prompt (if u want) : andrew and neil met before while neil was someone else and broke andrew's heart by leaving/vanishing/faking death/idfk and then neil just shows up like no ?? u are like chris or some name and u r dead what is going on and how dare u

so we’re going to pretend im not the shittiest person ever and didn’t take like a week to write this 2000 word thing but anyways hope u like it :)

(PART TWO)

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The shock of the exy racquet crashing into Neil’s stomach was secondary to the shock that came from seeing Andrew Spear again.  While his lungs screamed for air, his brain screamed for an escape.  To run.  And never stop running again.

The edges of his vision turned as black as the shirt Andrew wore the first time they’d met those few years ago.  It had been a startlingly warm day, aided by the fact that Nathaniel and his mother had just migrated south again from Montreal.  California was everything and nothing that Nathaniel, no, Chris, had expected.  It was hot, and there was the smell of salt in the air from the Pacific Ocean – that Chris had known would be there.  He hadn’t counted on people being so open.  Maybe that’s why he was so drawn to Andrew, a spot of darkness against the ever sunny sky.  Andrew had never been an easy read.

The first time Andrew spoke to him, it was because he had gotten into a fight with a teacher.  Neil had left the classroom at the end of the day with his head down, hugging his books close to his body.  He didn’t know how long he’d stay here, but the fact that his mother had let him attend school was a good sign that they’d be in California for a while.  Still it wasn’t a good idea to make friends or have ties here.  Nobody should remember his face.

“You know,” Neil had heard him say as he passed a tree on the edge of the school’s property, “For someone who’s trying to keep a low profile you sure do love to get in a fight.”

He turned and came face to face with the blonde.  Andrew hadn’t mastered the look of complete apathy yet and his eyes revealed the tiny spark of interest Neil had put there.

“For someone who’s barely four feet tall you sure do love antagonizing people,” Neil responded.

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I do

this is the l o n g e s t thing i’ve ever written also it’s literally a fluff extravaganza so you’re welcome. thanks to @kidinlovewithakid for helping me on this (it would actually suck ass if she didn’t) so enjoy folks! 

feedback is very much appreciated! <3 

wc; 4644



“Y/n,” you felt someone shake your body in attempt to wake you up. You groaned and turned yourself around so you were facing the opposite side of your warm bed. “Y/n you need to get up, you’re getting married today!” the voice you now identified as Mel, your best friend and maid of honour, kept vigorously shaking you until you finally sat up. You figured they must have let themselves in earlier since you had given Mel a key to the house for emergencies.

“Guys it’s so early please let me sleep,” you mumbled, wrapping yourself up in your warm comforter again in hopes they’ll give you just 5 more minutes. It may be your wedding day, but you were still beyond tired from last night’s rehearsal dinner and you were really starting to wish you and Shawn hadn’t stayed up for 4 hours after you got home. Neither of you had been able to sleep due to nerves and excitement so you decided to stay up and watch movies until you were tired.

“Where’s Shawn?” you mumbled, noticing that the other side of the bed was already empty.  You were a little disappointed that he woke up before you, even though you aren’t supposed to see each other until the ceremony you wanted to sneak in one last moment together before the chaos started.

“He left, now get up so you can go marry my brother!” Aaliyah exclaimed, jumping onto the bed and pulling the covers off you, exposing you to the cold morning air that was coming in from the window that Mel must have opened. You sat cross legged on your bed and took a look at your bridesmaids and the two mothers standing around you waiting for you to get out of the bed so you could finally go to the outdoor field where the ceremony was taking place.  You let out a shaky breath, the realization that you were actually getting married later finally sinking in.

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My Fake Boyfriend Part 6

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2350

Warnings: Angst, fuffly

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

Originally posted by itsmaleficentbitch

You woke up feeling different, you felt lighter and happier. It has been a long time since you last felt this way, you look at the clock and it’s 8 a.m. then you look at Bucky who is sleeping peacefully under you.

Something has changed since last night, you don’t know exactly what but it feels distinct. You stay in Bucky’s arms for a while longer; at this point you are used to cuddling up with him. However, you were never the one to initiate it… until now.

You softly trace your fingers on his jawline, making sure to not disturb him still. You kiss his forehead, getting up looking at him one last time.

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"You Googled Your Mother?” (Batfam)

This is pretty long (and it’s taken me forever to write!) so I’ll put it under a cut.

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The Calm After the Storm

The lovely @strawberrymilk4 requested: Hello! I’ll like to make a request! So it would be Tom Holland x female reader and they get into a huge argument and the reader leaves and then a few hours pass and Tom gets super worried and texts and call her but she doesn’t answer. And then there’s a storm and she come back like at 3 in the morning all drenched in water and then Tom is freaking out and apologizing and it’s all Fluffy and cute at the end?! Sorry if it’s so specific! But thank you anyways!💗💗”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Some angsty feelings. 

Word Count: 1, 668

Summary: The reader and her long time boyfriend Peter Parker get into a huge fight and stir up quite the storm. (Essentially the request)

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A/N: With the permission of the requester, the request has been changed to Peter Parker because unfortunately I only write for characters so thank you for being so understanding 💕


Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

Originally posted by sweaterweatherisbetterweather


They say there’s a calm before a storm; a moment of peace before a disturbance.

There has never been anything more false in your literal situation.

It all happened so fast; you don’t know what came over either of you. One second it’s just another day, and the next you two are blowing up on each other.

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Every time I see someone giving writing advice, I always see the same thing:

OUTLINE.

Now, this obviously works for a great many writers. It does not work for me. I know, for I have tried it. Outlining is the fastest way for me to guarantee that the story will not be written. Once I know the entire story from beginning to end, I no longer have to tell it to myself. And writing down the basic plot–well, it’s writing it down. Writing is the last part of my process, not the first. Once I get to the writing down part…this is what I have settled on. Writing out an outline of a plot before I start writing a story locks me into that plot and makes it harder for me to think spontaneously about what needs to happen, both to develop the characters and to surprise the readers.

And don’t even get me started on those 100-question interviews with your characters. 

Mind you, I do plan stories–eventually. I visualize stories like they’re movies. I have shot and re-shot scenes a thousand times in my head to see if this will dovetail neatly with the previous scene or if it will be awkward. I run through dialogue while I’m washing the dishes. But none of the scenes or settings or dialogue are things that I’m committed to…not until I start writing the story. My mental storyboarding still involves planning, but it doesn’t make me feel restricted like an outline does.

I don’t believe that “pantsers,” as writers who don’t outline are called by many in the writing community, are worse writers than those who do outline. What I do believe is that people want to know how writers write. And you see, there are a lot of books about how to become a better writer.

Here’s the problem:  My writing process is not very complicated. I start with a character or two and a) a terrible situation, b) a what if, or c) something cracktastic that doesn’t sound like it could possibly make sense and then make sense of it (like the Hamlet/Cthulhu Mythos crossover I wrote once). There is a lot of staring at a blank screen, grumbling, letting my mind drift while playing hidden object games, and thinking out stories while taking clothes out of the dryer, washing dishes or rolling up bandages. You’d be hard pressed to turn that into an essay, let alone a book.

Books by outliners generally talk about a thousand things that they do before they get started. The plot structure. The characters’ personal histories. The themes. The research (which they always do beforehand, rather than, as I do, before and during). The editing (which they all insist must be done afterwards, and not, as I do, during, because I find it less stressful to correct and rewrite as I go along, and afterward, after at least one person has had a chance to proofread it).

Outlining just sounds more serious. More organized. And because you can outline so many aspects of a story, almost all writing books are written by outliners…to the point where some writing books speak disparagingly of those who do not, treating us as lazy and inefficient. 

And honestly, I understand this. Many writers of such books seem to gravitate naturally to outlines, so of course that seems best to them. Complicating matters is the fact that, as I said, pantsers tend not to author books on how to write, so the outliners have nothing to compare their method to. Outlining is praised highly from one end of the community to the other–so, the attitude runs, why doesn’t everyone do it? it works, doesn’t it?

Yes. It works for many people. But not all. I suspect that there are as many writing processes as there are people.  And you know what? That’s fine.

So to those who hate outlining, who feel straitjacketed by it, whose minds tangle and snarl when they try to employ it…you’re not alone. And you’re not a bad writer. You’re a writer. Do what works for you.

BTS reaction to them having to do a concert straight after finding out you’re in hospital

I really wanted to do something angsty so here it is ♖ 

JIN:

Originally posted by lavender-kills

He would get the call just before he had to go on stage and the producers wouldn’t let him stay out of the concert to not disappoint the fans. When he kept asking if you were okay, the doctors would keep saying that they don’t know if you would wake up. For once in his life, he was happy he didn’t have that many lines because he wouldn’t be able to keep the tears in.

NAMJOON:

Originally posted by joonjuly

After having one of the producers tell him the bad news, he would nod in understanding, knowing that the show must go on. Even if he didn’t look bothered in the performance, he would go into a room and cry to himself, not wanting to show anyone his tears.

MIN YOONGI:

Originally posted by se6kjin

It was 2 minutes before he had to go up on stage when he received the call. The members would continuously ask him if he was okay but he would just nod, fighting the tears back. Half way through spring day, it had hit him that you were the only one there from the start and knowing that he could lose you, made him break therefore causing him to let all his tears flow that he had tried so hard to keep in.

HOSEOK:

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

Your bestfriend would text him telling him that she was in the hospital with you and wasn’t allowed to call. He would ask her what had happened and if you would be okay and she would reply by telling him you had gotten into a car accident and that you had gone into emergency surgery. After finding that out, he would start crying and turn around to his band mates, telling them what happened.

JIMIN:

Originally posted by sosjimin

As soon as the phone call ended, he would start crying. You were his everything and he couldn’t stand the thought of losing you. The rest of the boys would beg for the producers to maybe delay the concert, but it was no help, he would have to go up there with tears dripping down his cheek, threatening to fall off his chin.

TAEHYUNG:

Originally posted by pangguk

His band members would have known instantly something bad happened since his usual happy expression was not there. He had just come back from being on the phone with your mum who called to tell your boyfriend what had happened. The boys would ask what was the matter but he would just reply with a “i’m fine”. The whole way through the concert, he wouldn’t smile once and it was only after that he had told them what had happened.

JUNGKOOK:

Originally posted by baebsaes

You had been his bestfriend and girlfriend just before he debuted. For him, his nightmare was losing you and it was too close to reality for him to handle. He would run to his hyungs, crying to them about how much you meant to him. The producers would call them onto stage and all he could do was hide his pain and hope for the best.


☛ Requests are open  ☚

Purple Jewels (M) 01

Word Count: 6,494
Member: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: Smut, (Supernatural????) Eventual fluffyness & Slight angst

Genie!Jimin ⇢ Part One | Part Two | Ongoing

When you fall in love with Jungkook and he isn’t there to catch you, a sudden surprise shows up to give you a little bit of help.

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Battered and Bruised Part 1

Dean, Sam x Reader (Friend but may end up being more)

An anon request:Can you do a one shot where the reader is friends with Sam, Dean, and Cas, but is being abused by her parent and they find out and help her.

A/N: Definitely going longer than I planned!! Mentions of abuse, both mental and physical. 

Your parents were hunters. Which meant your life had never been normal from day one. Growing up on the road, traveling from place to place. Never staying in a school long enough to make friends. On top of that, your parents were constantly getting into fights, making living in a small motel room horrible. Many times, you would find yourself down at the library, staying until they closed just to have some sort of peace.

Everything changed the moment your parents had started hunting with John Winchester. They seemed to calm down, their arguing simmering down to every now and then. Now, you were able to stay at the same high school, spending time with their good friend Bobby while they went on hunts. That’s when you met Sam and Dean, John’s sons. They had been standoffish from the get go. But soon, the three of you realized how alike you were, and you became inseparable. Years passed, and major events happened. Sam had gone off to college, surprising both you and Dean. Your parents had pulled you away from your life in Sioux Falls following a fall out with John. You and Dean had tried to keep in touch, but it was hard, and soon the two of you hadn’t spoken for almost a year.

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Safe

Part 2 for “I missed you” but can be read alone

Loki x Reader

Genre: Still angst but you and Loki don’t hate each other

Word Count: 1,392

Summary: The dark elves come to Asgard seeking the aethir. Loved ones suffer and you ignore your last encounter with Loki to give him a shoulder to cry on

AN: Well more or less at least 5 people liked the first one so here I go again. Also I had to make a part 2 bc I couldn’t leave hubby Loki alone in his cell. Hope you like it! Feedback is welcomeee


Part 1 “I missed you”

You were reading when your peace was interrupted by the far sound of people yelling and metal clashing. Looking out the large window of what used to be yours and Loki’s room, you saw Thor zoom pass towards where the dungeons were located.

You kept your mind busy to keep it away from Loki; reading, training, even tending to the gardens. Although, your mind seemed to pick activities that reminded you of him. Reading the books Loki used to recommend to you. Training with the same magic Loki and Frigga had taught you. And the gardens. All you could think of was the night he asked to take your hand in marriage, in the gardens, away from the people drinking and laughing inside.

You walked out of the large doors and into the hallway to see Odin and Frigga with the Midgardian girl who had come a few days prior, Jane, her name was. There were soldiers marching behind Odin while they talked and he soon dismissed both women.

Still very much confused, you speed-walked over to Frigga to hear her whisper to Lady Jane, “You must listen very carefully.” With her to reply with a short, “Yes, ma'am”

“My Queen!” You interrupted their conversation for both of them to turn towards you. “May I ask what the problem is? Why the soldiers?”

She hushed you and pulled you and Lady Jane over behind a pillar to continue whispering, “A mere riot in the dungeons. Nothing to worry about, although, precaution must be taken. Go back to your chambers, child. Lock your doors.” She said it calmly, though you could hear the worry in her voice making you assume it was more than just a mere riot.

She pulled Lady Jane away and looked back at you before you started to walk in the opposite direction, back to where your room was located. Your supposed to be short walk was stopped when you heard a large explosion noise and looked out of a nearby window to see Heimdall on top of the beams of the rainbow bridge and several ships flying passed.

Understanding that it is indeed more than just commotion in the dungeons, you started running back to your room to hear more loud explosions and metal clashing.

Before you got the the hallway where your room was located, you saw Thor come through a window and start to walk up to you.

“Where is Jane?” He seemed rushed which worried you further.

“She is with your mother.” Your brain started to scramble and ask several questions. “What’s going on?

"The dark elves, they’ve come seeking the aethir. I must find Jane.” Thor spoke quickly, turning around to walk in the direction of the main hall. “Let me come with you.” You quickly stepped beside him and he stopped to look at you before trying to push you back towards the rooms.

“It is dangerous, Y/N”

You rolled your eyes and continued to try and pry yourself out of his hold. “Thor, I want to help. I’ll be much safer with you and Frigga than I will be alone.” You reasoned and he let out a huff before turning around to walk quickly.

You both reached the main hall to see that Odin had slain the remaining dark elves that now laid scattered all over the throne room. “Thor, you must find Jane.” His powerful voice caught both yours and Thor’s attention and Thor replied with the same thing you had told him earlier causing more worry to etch onto his face.

You and Thor rushed to where you had seen Frigga walk with Odin following behind. You found a large door and opened it far enough to see a large dark elf plunge a sword through Frigga’s back.

“No!” Lightning struck the elf’s face before him and the other elf jumped off the nearby balcony. You were frozen. You didn’t understand what was happening. The next thing you knew, Odin was hugging Frigga’s limp body and you finally started to notice the tears streaming down yours, Thor’s and Odin’s faces.

————

“Y/N!” Your running didn’t falter even after hearing Thor chasing you. You had to tell him. It had to be you. Who else would be there for him? Who else was going to allow him to let down his guard?

You saw two guards cross their spears before warping straight to the other side of the door. You felt yourself get dizzy but continued to move towards the cells. You started to slow down, thinking about what you would say to him but before you could think of how to explain why everyone’s eyes were blood shot, you saw a guard walk past you from where Loki’s cell was located.

No

You waited for him to pass before hearing a loud crash and you started to run again. And there he was.

His cell was scattered; All his furniture in pieces and books were torn and littering the floor, vases were broken causing pieces of glass to stick out all around, probably what caused him to clutch onto his foot where blood was slowly gushing out of. You wanted to hold him, to tell him it was okay. You needed to.

You turned the corner to see the guard who was waiting by his cell door. He stood up when he saw you but you interrupted him, “Let me in.” You said it demandingly. Almost threateningly, which is probably what caused him to raise defense and open his mouth to protest but you had cut him off again.

Please.” You had said softer, holding back the tears that had piled up behind your lids.

He sighed and called two other guards for precaution before allowing you inside. Immediately, Loki jerked his head towards you and your tears slowly fell upon seeing his own.

“What do you want?!” He half-spat, half-sobbed, still on one knee and clutching his foot. His brows were knitted together but also trying their best not to fall and slope sadly. “Tell me how beautiful and at peace she looked? When there is nothing beautiful about being stabbed?” He spoke harshly before looking away and sobbing.

You felt terrible. You knew how much she meant to him, you knew about their last encounter and you knew that he blames every cell in his body for what had happened. And although it seemed like he loathed you right now, you still loved him with your every being, so you walked closer to him and wrapped your arms around his crouching frame, sobbing just as much.

He put his free arm around the arm that came in front of his chest and leaned into you before breaking down blubbering multiple apologies for Gods know what.

I’m sorry.” He sobbed again before nuzzling his face into your body and sobbing some more.

“It’s okay, we’re okay. There’s nothing to apologize for, my love.” You stroked his hair and looked up to keep more tears from falling, trying to be the strong one. His breath steadied a bit before he leaned back to look at your nose, seemingly unable to look at your eyes.

“I have everything to apologize for.” He paused before closing his eyes tightly, a few tears escaping, and then looking back up at you. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for her… or you. I’m sorry I didn’t love either of you properly. I’m sorry.” He choked out a sob on the last word before hugging you again.

“There is no need to be sorry, Loki.” You closed your eyes too and kissed the top of his head, trying to calm his breathing again. “You were locked up, but you were always there” You pulled his face up before kissing him sweetly on his lips. “And as long as she and I were in your heart, then who’s to say your love was not proper?”

He opened his eyes and looked at you finally before kissing you again. It was slow but only because he was scared of losing you too, just as much as you were scared of losing him. You both held each other in your arms, never wanting to leave, because you know that’s where you don’t need to think about anything else. It’s a place where you’re both wanted and loved, safe. 


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Muse

Summary: In which you realize that perhaps all you needed to break your artistic block was the shy boy in the bomber jacket, who sought calm in the adventure and city lights.
Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Fluff with a touch of angst; Artist AU 
Word Count: 8,269

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Seven days before.

This is supposed to be your work of art, your masterpiece, your piece for the showcase; something you have worked tirelessly on for minutes, hours, days on end. It’s bright and colorful, glowing exactly where it needs to be, yet it’s—!

“Not right,” You say, dropping your arm uselessly to your side, paintbrush dangling from in between your fingertips. Your teeth come out to gently nip at your lower lip; the anger, the frustration not building up like you expected it to. Instead, you feel rather numb, because the showcase is in less than a week and you still have absolutely nothing of satisfaction to display proudly to classmates, professors, or wanderers.

Besides you, your roommate lets out a gentle sigh of sympathy. “Maybe you’re just tired,” He says quietly. “You’ve been working on this nonstop for two weeks, I think you just have to step away from it for a day. You’ll have a new perspective of it tomorrow, and I’m sure you’ll love it then.”

You whirl around to face him, wearing a rather disgruntled look. “I don’t have time to step away from this, Jimin, the showcase is in a week and I hate this painting.” You want to slash black paint across the canvas to prove a point, but the look Jimin is wearing stops you from doing such a thing. You’ve always been slightly too reckless for your own good, anyways.

Jimin shrugs a little. “I think it looks fantastic, Y/N, you push yourself too hard.”

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anonymous asked:

Companions get dared to turn sole on without touching them

Hey guys, this is my first ask so I hope it’s okay, even though it’s super long! ~Admin Shadow

Companions Turning on Sole without Touching Them

Cait: Right away Cait got a wicked little grin on her lips as Sole’s gaze trained on her. Oh, she had caught Sole staring at her tits a few times and she sure as hell wasn’t going to let them off easy. Even through her corset she started pushing her perky breasts up and letting them fall. She ran one of her fingers around her nipple in a loose circle before she said, “Eh, Sole, you might wanna close that mouth of yours. Don’t want anyone mistaking you for a mouth breather.” Sole turned a rosy shade as they quickly closed their mouth to hid their slack-jawed expression.

Codsworth: “Mum/Sir, is this really necessary?” He let out a sigh before he said, “I’m completely in the nude, if I must digress.” Sole started bursting into a fit of chuckles before Codsworth finally said he had at least made an attempt. 

Curie: “Do… Do I have to, missure?” She was so embarrassed. She started chewing nervously on her bottom lip and stumbling over her words, she was completely oblivious to Sole watching her lips. Finally Sole said that she needed to stop otherwise they wouldn’t be responsible for what happened next.

Danse: The Paladin was red in the face but he knew exactly what to do to get Sole panting. He still couldn’t believe he was doing it, but he slowly unzipped his Brotherhood uniform down to his waist exposing his toned chest. Making eye contact with Sole once and seeing their warm and lusty gaze was enough before he quickly zipped his uniform back up and tried to hid in embarrassment.

Deacon: Right away Deacon started laughing, because he knew exactly what got Sole all hot and bothered. He had caught them peeping on him changing his outfit more than a few times, so right away he started stripping all slow, first starting with his white t-shirt before he shimmied out of his jeans that went up to his ankles. He dropped each piece of clothing in a neat little pile and kept asking if it was hot in here or if it was just him, which caused Sole’s face to light up a blistering red. Sole finally begged him to get his clothes back on before they couldn’t control themselves any longer. 

Dogmeat: He just started hopping around barking, and wagging his tail almost unable to contain his excitement, but that was basically all he did before Sole walked over that started to pet behind his ears.

Hancock: Oh, Hancock got this shit eating grin on his face like he has been waiting a long time for this moment. Instantly, he took one of his fingers into his mouth and sucked on the digits until there was a distinct pop each time he pulled his fingers out. Then he took to licking his forefinger up and down, in a slow, methodical pattern, all while sending Sole a steamy stare. After a few seconds he started laughing from Sole’s ragged breathing and wide eyes, he told them he would be happy to demonstrate his technique later.

MacCready: He was blushing before he even approached Sole, leaving just an inch between his mouth and their ear. “You always tell me I have a smartass mouth, boss, so let me show you some other uses for it,” he whispered hoarsely into Sole’s ear before backing away. He had heard Sole’s breathing become irregular, and that’s when he knew his words had really gotten through to them. MacCready had flushed cheeks, and was definitely not willing to admit how much that had affected him.

Nick: The detective sighed and Sole had mentioned many a times about how much they enjoyed his voice. Nick rolled his eyes a little before finally saying “Doll, let me take you on a night out, I promise I’ll show you a ‘good time’.” Nick refused to make eye contact with Sole for a long time after that, he was ashamed he had even played along.

Piper: When they first met, Sole hadn’t been able to keep their eyes off her ass. So Piper waltzed up to Sole with a little sway in her hips and turned her self around and put both hands on her ass and ran palms up and down each cheek. “You okay, Blue?” She asked as Sole’s face turned a violent shade of red, as if they had forgot how to breath.

Preston: Preston gave Sole a sideways smirk and tugged his scarf from around his neck with one hand, while the other furiously worked in undoing the buttons on his jacket. He let it fall to the floor as he exposed sinew muscle under dark skin. “I knew you were curious, General.” Sole couldn’t stop staring until Preston laughed and put back on his jacket.

Strong: “Turn human on? Strong not know what that mean! Does it help find milk of human kindness?”

X6-88: He right away asked if this was absolutely necessary and how this would benefit them? Finally, after standing there and debating whether this was worth his time, he caved and strode up to Sole. He left very little personal space between them before saying “I like how your ass looks in that Vault Suit, Ma'am/Sir, maybe I’ll get to see it fully one day.” X6 quickly turned around and backed off leaving Sole more shocked than anything.

Maxon: He didn’t let a single emotion show as he marched up to Sole with his hands firmly behind his back. His normally regal voice was rougher than usually as he said, “Knight, I expect you in my quarters at 2100 hours for that full body inspection. If you’re even a minute late, I might have to think of a creative punishment.” Maxon actually winked and turned around leaving Sole desperately wondering what would happen if they were late.

Gage: “Aww, boss, don’t get all blushy on me now.” Was the first thing Gage said as he got really close to Sole, so close that Sole could feel the heat radiating from the raider’s skin. “Boss, normally I don’t like saying this stuff but, I wanna pin you to the wall and have my way witcha.” Gage let out a low chuckle and stepped back to look at his handy work as Sole gasp.

Ada: “I do not register what you mean by ‘turned on?’ You seem to be functioning quite well.”

anonymous asked:

So I go to a public middle school, and let me tell you: it gets weird. About a week ago, these red signs posted by the principal started appearing on the bathroom doors, until every bathroom in the school had them. They read: Doors must stay open at all times! Everyone was really confused, because it's awkward to leave bathroom doors open, and they've never had to be open before. I learned from this one kid that apparently some kids started a fight club and were fighting in the bathrooms.

I thought that meant the bathroom stall doors at first

Tyler Joseph imagine- Anesthesia

You can still remember being eighteen years old and falling deeply in love with the sweet boy with the soft smile and crooked teeth. You remember literally bumping into him in the hallway one day at uni and you remember smiling because you recognized him, even if he didn’t recognize you.  You knew his name was Tyler and you knew you liked the sound of his laugh.  He didn’t apologize for nearly knocking you to the ground, but instead reciprocated your smile and replied with a gentle, “Hi.”  

Things hadn’t been the same since and the two of you had spent the past eight years head over heels in love.  That’s why it’s a bit strange when the doctor informs you that Tyler isn’t going to remember anything about you or the rest of his life for the next hour or so because of the anesthetic that they administered.

The reason that you both are at the hospital in the first place is because Tyler somehow neglected to mention that his side had been bothering him, until you literally found him on the kitchen floor, passed out with a spatula still in his hand.  

Thankfully he only had to get his appendix removed and he wasn’t too beat up from falling to the floor.  Still, you had shouted at him for a good ten minutes after he woke up.  You couldn’t believe how stupid he’d been and you continue to insist that he “should have told you” before hugging him tightly, despite the doctor’s orders to not disturb him.

It’s been several hours since, and you’re still sitting next to Tyler’s hospital bed, waiting for him to wake up. The nurses tell you that Tyler should be waking up any minute now, and when he does, you should make sure that he eats some food.

You’re so busy texting Josh an update on what’s going on, that you don’t even realize when Tyler wakes up. It’s not until you hear rustling and a heavy sigh that you’re startled.

Immediately you snap your head up and see Tyler trying feebly to pick up the water bottle he just dropped onto the floor. Without thinking about it, you reach over and grab Tyler by the wrist gently, stopping him. “Hi,” you say warmly.

Tyler turns to look at you then and you watch as he inhales sharply in surprise. You furrow your eyebrows at him, unsure why Tyler is giving you that look and you’re even further confused when Tyler breathes, “Wow.”

You blink at him, dropping his wrist. “What is it? Have I got something on my face?”

Tyler shakes his head really slowly and his expression is—of awe? It’s not a rare expression on Tyler’s face since he’s awed by even the simplest things, flowers, sunsets, birds on the lawn, but it’s very misplaced here in a hospital room after he’s just had surgery.

“No,” Tyler mumbles, eyes wide, he looks slightly crazed. You realize it must be the anesthetics making him loopy. “God, you’re so gorgeous.”

That startles a laugh out of you.  You cover your mouth with your hands in disbelief. “I’m what?”

“Gorgeous,” Tyler repeats very seriously.

You smile before you can help it and immediately start scrambling for your phone, turning the camera on and starting to record a video.  As if you’re going to let the world miss out on a hazy Tyler calling you gorgeous.

You’re then reminded of your current, instructed responsibilities and with your other hand, you pick a cracker up from the plastic plate that the nurses left behind. “Eat up, Ty.”

“I’ll do anything you want me to do,” Tyler replies with an earnest expression, taking the cracker from your hand.  You laugh again. “Just say the word.”

“That’s good to know, love, thank you,” you reply, patting Tyler’s free hand lightly before leaning back in your seat. “Are you feeling alright?”

Tyler doesn’t answer your question at first, too busy opening his mouth wide in attempt to fit the cracker in even though it’s completely unnecessary to open his mouth that wide. Then he turns to look at you again, cracker halfway to his mouth. “Who are you? What’s your name?”

You raise your eyebrows before remembering that Tyler doesn’t know who you are and most likely won’t for the next hour. “I’m Y/N,”you answer slowly, letting it sink in and watching as Tyler nods after a pause. “Now eat your cracker.”

“Okay,” he obliges before finally biting into the cracker. He makes a sour expression and you’re so glad that you thought to record this. After Tyler finishes chewing, he looks back at you. “Did the doctor send you?”

You shake your head, biting back a smile. “Not really, no.”

That seems to confuse Tyler who tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you the sexy doctor?”

Again you shake your head, this time unable to help a smile as you answer, “No,” before lightly patting Tyler’s hand again. “Come on Ty, you’ve got to eat.”

There’s a brief moment of silence before Tyler says, “But I’d rather eat you,” and you’re eyes widen before bursting out into a fit of laughter, nearly dropping your phone.

“You’re so horrible at pickup lines,” you say fondly once your laughter dies down.

Tyler pouts, muttering and grunting before blinking suddenly. “Still? Do we know each other? Really?  I know the most beautiful girl in the world?”

“I think ‘the most beautiful girl in the world’ might be exaggerating but yes, we know each other,” you confirm, once again patting Tyler’s hand as a reminder.

He seems to take the hint because he takes another small bite of the cracker before asking his next question of, “Can we go on a date?”

You sputter in disbelief because Tyler looks so incredibly earnest, eyes wide and lips parted hopefully. When you’re finally able to form a coherent sentence, you shake your head and replies, “No, I’m sorry, I’m afraid we can’t.”

“Oh,” Tyler breathes, frowning and then suddenly he’s taking your left hand is his own and staring at the ring on your fourth finger. “Are you married? That’s not fair. Why do the good ones always have to be married? You’re too gorgeous to be tied down.”

You stare down at your own ring and then briefly glance over, meeting Tyler’s eyes again. Ridiculously enough, you feel butterflies in your stomach when you nod. “Yes, I’m married,” you say quietly.

The look on Tyler’s face is incredibly sad as he sighs deeply and lets go of your hand. “They must be the luckiest person in the world.”

Deciding that you’ve let this go on long enough, you take a deep breath and lets out a watery chuckle as you mumble, “Not to sound full of myself but yeah, you kind of are.”

It takes a moment for the words to sink before Tyler gasps loudly and his mouth falls open. “I’m married to you? You’re kidding! No way! But you’re—you’re—there’s no way!” he exclaims in shock.

“I’m pretty positive,” you reply, still holding the camera as you pat his left hand where Tyler’s own ring is.  “Last I checked anyway.”

You’re dangerously close to a mixture of laughter and tears now as he watches Tyler do an incredulous double take. “Wow, I must really love you,” he says, his voice filled with awe. “That ring I got you is killer!”

Then Tyler proceeds to scrub a hand over his face and turn to face the ceiling. “How did I get so lucky? Is this real? Am I really married to the most perfect person in the world?” and then he turns to face you again. “How long? Do we have children?”

That makes you laugh again, despite how wet your eyes are because of course the first thing that comes to Tyler’s mind is kids. “It’s been a year and no, not yet but we’ve talked about it.”

Tyler’s voice grows dangerously high pitched as he replies, “Really?”

You nod before lightly pushing the cracker closer to Tyler’s mouth. “Eat first, ask later.”

That makes Tyler pout again and he shoves the entire thing in his mouth which you honestly should have expected from him.

Tyler seems to be genuinely surprised that they’re married and you find yourself thinking back to the first time Tyler told you that he wanted to marry you one day.

“Finished,” Tyler announces through a mouthful and you blink, remembering the situation at hand. “Can I see your face?”

“My face?” you repeat, curiously and Tyler nods, looking almost desperate.

Despite the odd request, you oblige and lean in and smile when you feel Tyler’s fingers tracing along your cheekbone. When his finger comes to trace your lips, he pauses and with an intrigued expression on his face, he asks, “Have we kissed?”

“Of course love, we’ve kissed,” you answer amusedly.

“Wow, I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” he breathes out before he smiles hopefully at you. “Will you kiss me now?”

“Maybe later,” you reply, taking Tyler’s hand in your own. “Is that alright?”

Tyler makes a face before he narrows his eyes. “Do you promise to kiss me later?”

“I promise,” you assure him, linking your pinkies together.  Tyler seems content enough by this.

Then suddenly, his eyes light up and he squeezes your hand. “Since we really are married, can I say something? It might sound a little crazy,” he whispers, as if it’s some sort of secret that only you can be trusted to keep. Maybe it is.

“Of course,” you assure him, lowering your voice level to match Tyler’s. “What is it?”

He takes a quick glance around, clearly making sure they’re alone before he gestures for you to lean in closer. You raise an eyebrow but do it nonetheless, turning your head so Tyler can whisper in your ear.

“Don’t tell anyone but… I think I love you,” Tyler confides quietly and you have to take a moment to collect yourself by leaning away and taking a deep breath before you turn back to face Tyler with wet eyes.

“I think it might be mutual,” you murmur.  You finally set your phone down so that you can take one of Tyler’s hands in both of his. “I’m fairly positive we’ve discussed it.”

That makes Tyler beam brightly but it fades quickly as his eyes start to droop. You press a quick kiss to his cheek right before his eyes completely flutter shut and the last thing Tyler does before he falls asleep is squeeze your hands.

Hours later, when you show Tyler the video, surely enough he enforces the promise of a kiss that you made. He also pokes fun at you for being so emotional and you allow it, because it’s true.

In the end of it all, you think back and realize that Tyler was wrong, because he wasn’t the luckiest person in the world—you were because you had Tyler.

Durmstrang!Draco AU

Based on this post and this post. (They’re amazing!)

“Father, we need to talk.” Draco says one day as he politely sits in front of Lucius’ study desk.

“Yes, Draco?”

“Do you know this year is the year when The Triwizard Tournament will be held?” Draco asks innocently, being sly is one of his strongest suits, so he will hold onto that until his father agrees to his desire.

“Yes, I am quite informed about that. May I ask why did you bring it up?” Draco maintains his posture to ooze confidence and certainty.

“I wish to watch the tournament, Father.” Lucius looks at him sharply at that.

“Draco, are you aware of what you’re asking right now?”

“Yes, Father. I am quite informed about the details and rules, but I still want to watch it.” Lucius narrows his eyes at Draco, but Draco keeps his foot on his ground, showing his father that this is not open for discussion. Draco wants to watch the tournament –no, he needs to watch the Tournament- and so, he will.

“And may I ask why this becomes very important for you?”

“You turned down my invitation to Hogwarts, Father, it’s only fair that I get to see the castle once since I have become a very good student at your chosen school.” Draco throws his ace card.

“Draco…” Lucius sighs, “we have been over this fight a dozen of times.”

“Yes, and we have established that I’m not at Hogwarts because of your personal reasons. Father, let me be there, and I will let go of this grudges. I will still cheer for Durmstrang anyway.” Draco shrugs nonchalantly; he can see the resolves in his father’s eyes crumble. Lucius closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose before sighing, and staring back at Draco.

“Okay, fine, but this will be the end of your Hogwarts obsession. I will see what I can do.” Draco lets himself smiles at that.

“Thank you, Father.”

*

Somehow pulling connection is one of the best things a Malfoy can do, especially when Lucius is a very close friend of Igor Karkaroff, Durmstrang’s Headmaster, and also ex Death Eater. On the day Durmstrang leaves to Hogwarts, Draco is also boarded on the ship. Well, Draco’s connection is also seemed very wide as he’s witnessed to be chatting with Victor Krum’s inner circle inside the ship, -yes, Victor Krum, one of the best and the youngest Quidditch players the Wizarding world has ever known of.

They arrive at Hogwarts, just with a spare hour or two before the first night dinner feast is going to be held, giving them less than the much needed time to settle down and get ready for their entrance. Draco is on the very back, being the last one that will enter Hogwarts’ Great Hall, wearing the Durmstrang red coat with pride, two torches on his hand, ready for their closing attraction. Helen is four steps ahead of him, winking from her shoulder to Draco, definitely oozing confidence and power. Draco only rolls his eyes; Helen is one of his closest friends since they are actually in the same age. She also forced her parents to let her be here because she wants to finally meet Albus Dumbledore –Hogwarts’ Headmaster, her favourite wizard of all time.

Beauxbaton has finished their charming entrance, and now the Headmaster himself is presenting the Durmstrang students. Igor Karkaroff walks inside with something that only can be described as an aura of power and danger. Victor and the rest of the line come right behind, smashing their staffs to the stone floor, creating magical spark while projecting their pride of Durmstrang. Helen walks in, many eyes turn towards her as she creates sparks and lines of fire with her short staffs –both powerful and graceful, her charming eyes sweep the room as her lips lift up in a small smirk, fire illuminates her dark red hair, and red coat brushes the air with a strong gracefulness. Helen moves like a fucking feline, and she bloody knows how gorgeous and dangerous she is. Draco steps into the room, long legs leap in strong, powerful motions, body twirls and flips in the air, both hands creating large burst of fire by blowing his torches, and just after everyone is finished with their tricks, Draco smirks as he creates a living, flying dragon with his fire, letting the creature swoops the place before vanishing with a wide circle of fire on the great hall ceilings.

Draco finds one intense stare being directed at him, two green orbs that holds his eyes captive, hidden behind glasses, but definitely projecting a sense of awe. Draco smirks before bowing while still maintaining the gaze between him and the boy with spectacular green eyes. Draco’s smirk only gets smugger when the boy’s cheeks reddened, and he abruptly cuts the eye contact, now staring intently at his black robe. Draco Malfoy wants the green eyed boy.

*

Harry Potter. The green eyed boy with disheveled jet black hair whom Draco fancy is Harry bloody Potter, The Boy Who Live, The Boy Who Killed The Dark Lord, and now one of The Triwizard Tournament’s champions. Draco is not quite sure as how he will get closer to the boy, but he’ll get his chance. For now, he’ll let himself be impressed that Harry Potter is the youngest Triwizard’s champion this year despite the rule about being 17 or older.

*

Harry Potter is feeling some very bizarre things in his life right now, more bizarre than getting almost killed by a dark powerful wizard three years in a row, much more bizarre than Ron being mad at him for being in the tournament which could actually kill him. Harry thinks he just might fancy a boy. A boy. How bizarre is that? At first he believes that he had a crush on Cho Chang, but then this boy swooped in with his bloody agile legs and with all the bloody dragon fire, he took a look at the boy, and just like that, he is trapped inside the sharp grey eyes, which was illuminated by the fire. He was bloody gorgeous, if Harry might have a say in how he looked like that first night. And Harry thinks, he might just fancy the boy.

But the boy gets closer. At first, he’s just always lounging with Krum and the other red haired girl, but then he starts getting closer. And closer.

“The name’s Draco Malfoy. You must be Harry Potter.” He started one morning after sitting down beside Harry in the Gryffindor table, offering a hand to shake and a smile. Harry swore he looks more gorgeous up close, with sharp jaw, high cheekbones, and bright grey eyes. Harry takes his hand, and he was absurdly reluctant to let go. The next thing that surprise Harry is he supports him, like he’s actually one of Hogwarts’ students instead of Durmstrang. He yells for Harry’s name when he was fighting the dragon in the first task, and he wears the Go, Potter! pin on his coat before the second task even starts.

“You’re supposed to cheer for our champion, Malfoy.” Harry has heard the red haired girl reprimands him in a tired voice one day. Draco Malfoy then cheers for Krum, but he also wears the bloody pin to support Harry.

Holy beard of Merlin, how can he not fancy the Durmstrang git?

*

“Going to the library again, Viktor?” Harry has heard Malfoy’s voice one day before he makes his turn on the hallway. His feet stops before his mind can catch up, his hands stop Ron, forbidding him to move even one step. Harry watches Malfoy and Krum both walking leisurely in the hallway, Malfoy snickering about Krum going to the library to see the famous Hermione Granger everyday while Krum is admitting defeat in silent with a red face. Harry smiles softly, he likes the way Malfoy’s platinum hair glows under the sunlight, with his coat neatly fastened –he looks calm and collected, but also strong, and little bit dangerous. Harry Potter likes it all. Ron groans heavily beside him.

“Not you, too!” Harry blinks dumbly at Ron.

“What?”

“Look, I’d understand if it was Krum, with him being all strong muscle and Quidditch top player, but that ponce, Malfoy? Really, Harry? He’s like this snobby arrogant little shit, you know that.” Ron says, which makes Harry frowns.

“We all act like little shits sometimes, Ron.” Then Harry grins while resuming his walk and dragging Ron with him by the shoulders. “Cheer up, it’s not like he fancies me too, you know?” But oh boy how wrong he was, because two weeks later Draco Malfoy is boldly striding to intercept Harry’s track on the hallway before he can get inside his dorm.

“Malfoy.” Harry nods with a polite smile as he doesn’t quite know what to do. Malfoy smiles right back with an unusual anxiety inside his grey eyes. Harry decides that nervousness does not fit with Malfoy’s feature. “May I help you?” Harry finally asks when Malfoy doesn’t say anything. Draco takes a visible gulp before asking.

“Harry Potter, would you do me the honor to escort you as a Triwizard Champion to the Yule Ball?” Malfoy once again offers his hand for Harry to take, but this time Harry is rendered speechless. He feels like he has been gob smacked by something hard on his face.

“W-wh-what?” he stutters quietly, eyes wide at the blond boy in front of him, the subject of his crush, and the biggest factor of him feelings many bizarre things. “WHAT?” Harry finally explodes, which makes Draco smiles as he rolls his eyes. He takes one step closer to Harry –Merlin, too close, this is too close! And then another one until they barely have any space between them. Harry can feel the heat of Draco’s body, Draco’s warm breaths are grazing the shell of his ear, making Harry’s spine shivers delightfully –weird, but delightful. Harry realizes that he doesn’t want Draco to step back. Until Draco suddenly talks right beside Harry’s ear, voice quiet and low, making Harry’s breath stuck in his throat.

“I say, would you go to the ball with me, Harry Potter?” Draco dares his luck and lets his lips brush Harry’s ear in a feather like touch. Harry’s breathe hitches once more, which makes Draco steps back with a wide smile on his face. Harry can only gulps twice in a desperate attempt to dampen his throat, before looking back at the calm and composed boy in front of him. Harry needs to get out of here.

“Y-yeah, okay, yeah.” Harry stutters quickly before running to the Fat Lady painting, saying his password, and finally locking himself safely inside the Gryffindor common room. Fuck, this is not good. Harry has a crush as big as the Durmstrang ship toward the little ponce, called Draco Malfoy. Fuck.

*

Draco waits for Harry in front of the Great Hall that has been transformed into a very beautiful ballroom, full with white lights, and white dance floor, one table is full with glasses of wine, and the other with self refilled glasses of water. Viktor waits for his date patiently beside him, huh Draco never thought he actually has the guts to ask Granger to the ball, but then Viktor also bet Draco doesn’t have the gut to ask Harry to the ball. Helen is already inside with two of Durmstrang’s boys, she doesn’t need a date, she has two bloody gorgeous bodyguards beside her for the night. Viktor finally smiles widely as the beautiful lady descends from the stone staircase, wrapped in a gorgeous blue dress, with her hair curls softly, framing her heart shaped face, Hermione Granger definitely has outdone even many girls tonight. Draco smiles politely as Granger nods at him. All those shenanigans somehow make Draco missed the entrance of his own date.

Harry Potter looks bloody gorgeous in dress robe. His hair for once is tamer than the usual –still disheveled, but looks sexier than the usual I-don’t-have-a-time-to-actually-brush-my-hair. The green eyes looks brighter, more captivating than ever. Draco’s feet move on their own accord until he stops in front of the boy.

“You clean up nice.” Draco smiles at him. Draco takes note on how easily flustered Harry is, his cheeks redden in a matter of second.

“Uh, uhm…” he clears his throat before continuing “You too, look nice, I mean.” Harry stutters once again which makes Draco grins. He likes making Harry at lost for words. So, like the well bred pureblood that he is, he leans down to kiss Harry’s hand, before offering his arm for Harry to take. When he finally holds Draco’s arm, it feels like Harry is holding for his lifeline, Draco smiles at him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you trip on your first dance.” With that Draco walks inside the Great Hall, escorting the one and only Harry Potter in his arm.

*

After the Yule Ball, Harry and Draco are rarely seen alone. They got oh so much closer than they can imagine. Harry loves Draco’s company, Draco has somehow become an escape, something calm, and strong, something that tethers Harry to his sanity. Draco offers him the break that his mind needs from all the deadly tournament challenges, or most importantly from his weird dream that includes Voldemort, while Draco sees Harry as a comfortable companion. Someone’s different, someone that doesn’t belong with all the uptight traditions of being a pureblood. Draco learns a lot of things with Harry, things that sometimes are being push aside by the pureblood to achieve their personal goal, things like kindness, and friendship, and humanity.

They talk, and talk, and talk. They basically talk about everything. It somehow feels nice to have someone they can talk to about everything and anything without being judged by their own peers. So they talk, and they take walks in the Forbidden Forest, and then they talk some more. Comfortable companionship turns into uncertain touches, and finally it turns into holding each other. Harry instigated the first hesitant fingers loop when they were just leisurely walking inside the school ground, but Draco didn’t pull away, so fingers loop became hand holding in the end. But Draco instigated the first full body holding. Harry was telling him about how not all muggles are good muggles, just like wizard, and he gave the Dursley as an example. After Harry has to stop talking to keep his voice from breaking, Draco just stood up and trapped Harry inside his embrace. That day, Harry finally recognize Draco’s scent as he buried his head on the boy’s shoulder –sage, lemongrass, and oddly something that Harry can only describe as Earl Grey tea. Draco only tightens his embrace as Harry takes a full whiff of Draco’s scent, keeping it inside his mind.

Time is never relevant when you’re busy. You’re busy saving your life, you’re  busy keeping yourself sane, you’re busy sorting out your feelings, you’re busy mourning for a friend, you’re busy telling everyone about a grave danger that has come back. Harry knows that time is never relevant in his life, in the end he would only find himself in the last page of the book, in the end he’ll stand waving goodbyes to many people. This time he regrets all the time that feels irrelevant, this time he regrets for not making more time with Draco Malfoy, instead he got caught up with evil wizard trying to kill him and the death of a very good wizard. Harry has lost his time to actually making worthy memories that doesn’t give him any nightmare with Draco Malfoy.

The Triwizard Tournament is over, Harry has won, Cedric was murdered, and Mad Eye Moody was locked down six feet underground. Now, the Beauxbaton and Durmstrang needs to go back to their respective school. Harry is sad, but he is not alone. He has said his goodbye to Fleur and her sister, he also has said his farewell to Krum, but he hasn’t seen the only one that he actually needs to say goodbye to. Draco Malfoy is nowhere to be seen. So, now Harry is in one of the less crowded hallway with Ron and Hermione, looking at the Pegasus carriages bringing the Beauxbaton’s students home.

“You okay, Harry?” Hermione asks.

“Yeah, yeah, I will be eventually.”

“You have said your goodbye?” Ron asks concern. Harry shakes his head with a sad smile on his lips.

“Can’t find him.”

“It’s okay, mate. It’s summer holiday now. Do yourself a favor, forget him and find yourself a nice bloke, yeah?” Ron grins which makes Hermione slaps his arms, but Harry is smiling. Yeah, everything is gonna change now.

“You will write to me, won’t you?” Hermione asks, her voice is shaking a little bit. They start walking away from the wall.

“Blimey, I won’t have time to write you anything ‘Mione!” Ron exclaims.

“You’ll write to me, though, Harry.”

“Oh yeah, everyday for the entire holiday, as many as you—” Harry is smiling at Hermione, but his words stuck in his throat as he suddenly see Draco leaning on the wall at the end of the hallway. Harry can’t quite believe his own eyes, but Draco straightens his posture and smiles charmingly as he walks straight to Harry, ignoring everyone else in the room. “I thought you’d left.” Harry finally breathes.

“Cannot leave without saying goodbye, can I?” Draco once again closes the distance between them, but this time stopping face to face with Harry. Grey eyes hold the green captive, and Harry feels faint with the sheer passion inside Draco’s eyes. With tenderness Harry couldn’t quite imagine, Draco’s finger trails on Harry’s jaw, lifting his chin softly in the end before leaning in. Soft lips touch Harry’s lips hesitantly before diving in for a searing kiss. One breathtaking kiss that makes Harry’s toes curls inside his shoes, and forget about the world beside the space between the both of them. In the end, Draco lets the kiss becomes slower, mapping Harry’s lips with his tongue, and slowly pulls back. Harry is in a daze, his face flustered, lips red and almost swollen by kisses, his hair is the most disheveled Draco has ever seen, his glasses is fogged, but the brilliant green peeks out behind the glass. Draco decides that he loves seeing Harry like this.

“I’ll see you again one day, Harry. This year has been the highlight of my life.” Draco once again leans in to kiss Harry’s cheek, and then he starts walking away. Harry can only stares at Draco retreating figure, he doesn’t quite sure on what to say, but Draco turns back again to face him, and start walking backward. A grin is plastered on his face. Grey eyes look warm under the sunset light. “Write to me, Harry! Everyday for the entire holiday and even much longer! I’ll wait for your letters!” Draco grins as he half say half yell the sentence. Harry smiles at that.

“Will do! Everyday for as long as you want, as many as you want!” Harry feels his eyes waters a bit. Draco Malfoy is surely something else, something so out of this world that somehow belongs in Harry’s life. With that, Draco nods and then he runs; disappears from the hallway, boarding the ship he came with on the first September, going back home with the Durmstrang’s students.

I will see you around, Draco Malfoy.