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The fallen
Lucifer x reader
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
No ones pov:
After y/n explained why she had come down to hell and the super comforting moment she step back then smile as she was then looking around her for her dress "I had a phone in my dress.....and some fae dust. Did you see a little bag made of moon stones and red?"
"Charlie: yeah....we had to change you so that we patch the wound. But why do you need it for?" She ask looking up at the angel as she was taller than her. Maybe 6 ir 7 feet tall.
"I wanted to show you guys earth. Like. Luci he can go to earth if he is summoned and that is pretty rare as all the books with the real summoning circle are at me. And I wanted to see how beautiful free will is for himans. You thought that all people are sinners but is not true my dear" she looks at Lucifer kneeling and touch his cheek "humans are beautiful and they express their emotions with music, art, dance even cooking and clothes. So how does a trip to earth sounds? I may be scolded later but I don't give a fuck" she looks at Lucifer with big puppy eyes just for him to say yes.
Lucifer looks at her and try not to give in but then Charlie make the same face and she sigh and nods his head "We can go to the trip on earth....IF. You take us to some places that are good. Like food and souvenirs ok?"
"I promise. This is gonna be sooooo good. Charlie. You and Vaggie call all the people in this hotel in the lobby. I'll meet you there in 30 ok?"
Charlie nods and takes Vaggie by her hand and witha huge smile and squealing she jumps out of the room. Lucifer laughed softly at that then looks a bit scared at the angel. "What if they recognize us? That we are demons or something? What if Char-Char gets in trouble?"
She place her hamds on Lucifer shoulders and squeeze then a little "Breath in hold for 3 seconds then breathe out Luci. All its gonna be ok. I will make all of us with human appearance on how we looked in our past life and more human without claws and sharp teeth and horns or tail. Its gonna be good. Now go and put on some blue jeans and a white shirt. I am gonna make magic."
She smirks and kiss his cheek then get up and push him out the door then close it. She changed her clothes in a pair of blue short jeans, a white top with long sleeves let her hair loose on her E/C hair loose on her back and puts some shoes on as she then walks to the lobby humming.
In the lobby everyone was excited. To go back to earth? It was a wish come true or to escape a bit from hell. She snap her fingers and everyone was dressed in long or short clothes depending on their preferences and with matching accessories as she opens a portal then wait for Lucifer to come down. Charlie and Vaggie had matching clothes. A t-shirt with 'I'm hers/ she's mine' with arrows to one another and black with red and grey skirts with red shoes. Angel dust had a pink top with a black shorts and high heels boots. Hush had a orange shirt that goes well with his black pants. Alastor had a black modern suit with black shoes.
"Ok so. When we cross over that portal Husk I'll give you some shoes, and for everyone some money to buy what you want except sex toys, booze and drugs. You will have your old look before you died and for the princess, her girlfriend and the king will go with their appearance but without anything demonic. No one will have their powers at more than 10%. Any questions?"
"Angel Dust: You took all my fun by saying no to sex toys and drugs. I wanted new things toots. Ya' lame"
"Alastor: Tell me my dear. Why am dressed like this? It's uncomfortable and the most eyed person." He stare at her with malice as his right eyes twitch
"That is because you came from 1930 right? Right now boys can be with boys and girls with girls open on the street, no more suits only for boys. No long dresses or corsets for girls. You will see"
Lucifer came down with a white shirt and ling blue jeans as she told him to. She smiled at her shyly then look amazed at what she did to all of them "ummmm...is this legal?"
"It is in my world and on free humans will. Let's go!"
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin lucifer#lucifer morningstar#lucifer x reader#x reader#the fallen angel#angel dust#hazbin hotel husk#alastor#charlie morningstar
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ALRIGHT.
So, my account is dusty... So, let's dust it off with an un-requested fanfic!!! I'm just going to do a Veneer x FEM! Reader because I have fake scenarios in my head before I go night-night. TW/ WARNINGS: None? It's kind of fluff but there is kissing. Key!: (t/h) - Textured hair (f/c) - Favorite color (c/c) - Choice of color (e/c) - Eye color (s/c) - Skin color (___) - Your name! (m/n) - Middle name! (l/n) - Last name! (h/t) - Hair type/texture (h/c) - Hair color
Veneer adored you. Well, he wasn't a stalker, but he did follow you on his alt Instagram account. You made amazing art, sang amazing, and looked amazing. You were extremely nice as well. Of course, Velvet would always tell him dating someone would distract him from being a celebrity. But he never really wanted to be famous in the first place. He just wanted to make and keep his sister happy. Veneer liked being famous more than he did when the two started, but at the same time, it felt like selling your soul just to have who practically worship you, and just to obtain money. But anyway, one day he was scrolling on his phone, it was a boring day. There, surprisingly wasn't anything happening that day. And he was on Instagram mindlessly scrolling, until he saw you. It was like love at first sight! ... for him. He didn't really know if you knew who he was. And he was okay with that. For once in forever, there was possibly someone who wasn't keeping up with the trends, or who was famous, or who had a baby and then got a divorce right after. He wanted to follow you, but he didn't want to cause a fuss, so he created a fake account. It wasn't anything special, but it was really so he could follow you. After following you, he logged back into his main account, and stalked yours a few minutes. There were videos of you at concerts, singing at bars, painting commissions, things like that. Your music interest was definitely something he hadn't heard before, it wasn't rock or punk, but it was something like indie? Or was it soft rock? Or experimental? He didn't quite know, but you definitely had somewhat a music taste. You were semi-famous, not too much. You were fresh meat to the music business it seemed like. You had concerts at small places, like a coffee shop, or bars. It was usually bars, but people were really interested in you and the music you wrote. Sometimes you would sing your favorite songs but mostly it was songs of your own. But he didn't like you because of your music, he liked you because you were you. You had bright (e/c) eyes, soft (s/c) skin, and (h/t) (h/c) hair. You were simply beautiful. And don't get him started on your smile, when he would see it on his page, it was like time stopped. He also loved how nice you were, your voice as well. He loved how comfortable you were around your friends and family, you were perfect. There was not a doubt in his mind about that. But what really stopped his heart was when he saw you in the crowd of one of his shows a few days later. You were having fun, and it seemed you had a few friends come with you. You were singing along while taking a video. Not of him and Velvet, but of you and your friends. Though, he did something that would get a very stern talking-to from Velvet, but he did care (OKAY THIS PART IS NOT MY ORINGINAL IDEA!!! THIS FROM A DIFFERENT VENEER X READER FICC!!! ILL FIND THEM SOON AND CREDIT THEM.) He jumped off the stage, and the crowd went wild, but Velvets face was stunned. Veneer grabbed your phone, mid-recording, and videoed himself with you beside him, and had said something that he was not supposed to.
"Hey! I know your from Instagram and your just an amazing, talented, nice, and beautiful with a side, of adorable person! Here's my number: 145-887-534-9034 (FAKE NUMBER.) Call me cutie!" He winked before giving the phone back to you, and you and your friends were practically crying. You didn't know what he said, but it must've been something important for him to take your phone.
TBD!!!! GIVE ME FEEDBACK. I actually have shared any of my writing on any social media so bare with me!!! Part 2. will be soon! Love yall! HELP IM NOT PROOFREADING IT.
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~Beautiful Stranger~
Pairing: Yunho x Reader. (The guys are involved at some point too but not romantically.) NonIdol! AU
Description: A lonely perpetually single grad student working at a museum is approached by a handsome man, he looks expensive. Maybe this is your chance to get swept off your feet. Maybe he wants something else.
Warnings: I don't censor myself so I don't censor the characters, so Language warning. Let me know if I missed anything.
taglist: @legohwa, @hwaightme
a/n: Okay! I was originally going to make this a one-shot but I think I have too much storyline in my head to make it that way so Surprise! Series time! I'm really excited about this one so please let me know what you guys think, I'm having so much fun writing it already.
Also yes the Teaser is included at the beginning of the chapter, I added some stuff to it so I just put it in.
w/c: 4258
Chapter One: Handsome Stranger
The blaring sound of my morning alarm disturbs the dreams of a man sweeping me off my feet, his voice no longer sweet as honey but now Kick It by NCT 127. I guess I’m getting introduced to some New Thangs today So it was going to be that kind of day, no school but long hours at work as a gallery attendant but also archivist in training, the latter being an unpaid internship…of course. Yeah, long day. I got up, finally silencing my alarm and pulling myself out of my full sized bed, the only luxury I could afford on my own, to drag myself down the hallway to our shared bathroom and brush my teeth. Let’s hope I’m awake enough to remember not to drink Orange Juice again as I look for breakfast. Now how long until I have to catch my train? And if I miss it how long until the bus? It’s not a terrible walk but I need to eat. Maybe I can get to Uni from here. Why does London have to be so confusing!
I’m not originally from the UK but my parents moved back and forth for a variety of things while I was growing up so it’s like a second home. I came here for my graduate program in Art History and made a few friends…moved in with them and now there’s 5 people in an apartment made for 3. We all go to University College London and live off campus in the cheapest place we could find. I was fortunate enough to get a job and internship at The National Gallery here. I’m lucky and I can pay rent but that’s about it, I’m by no means well off and trust me I could use a few extra of any sort of money.
“You’re up early y/n” William, my flatmate’s boyfriend said passing by the open door.
“Work.” was all I mumbled as I head back to my room to pick out my outfit for the day. I stayed up writing this stupid research paper all night and what do I have to show for it…the not so designer bags under my eyes. Most days are filled with a plethora of alarms going off around the same time, lucky for my flatmates, I’m the only one with work today I guess. Alright, which combination of suit pants, blouse, and jacket am I going to wear today…All Black? All Black. I finished setting everything out before heading downstairs to eat just in case I got something on my shirt again. Last time I decided to make this beautiful breakfast sandwich with a runny egg and it broke onto the bright pink blouse I had picked for the day on the tube going to work, my boss was not happy about the spill. Did I cry, yeah…hey the saying is crying over spilt milk not spilt eggs.
“Oh hi y/n!” my other flatmate's girlfriend Emma cheerily said. “I’m just making Becks some breakfast do you want any?”
“Sure Ems…thanks.” I nodded. If I didn’t have to cook I wasn’t going to complain. Oh that’s the other thing you should know, I’m the only one single in this apartment anymore…or flat. Whatever you want to call it.
The two sleeping while their partners roam around are my best friends for 2 years, Becka (Rebecca) and Liz (Elizabeth), I only use their full names when I’m angry at them, there have been plenty of arguments in the small confinement of our apartment. There’s 2 bedrooms upstairs, one above the living room, one above the downstairs bedroom, the bathroom is in between the two and just up the set of stairs. Downstairs is the living room, and subsequent dining area. Kitchen is just through to the back and off to the right is bedroom number 3. Yes we all share one bathroom, no it’s not as fun as it sounds. I live in the room at the front of the place above the living room. I was going to take the downstairs room because I came home late and didn’t want to wake anyone until Liz and Will got together, when they started dating they went at it like rabbits. Becka offered to switch with me since she was barely home to begin with, she and Emma had just started dating so she was with her a lot, at school doing lengthy research papers, or at her internship at the hospital. Her internship slowed down so she had a lot of time to be home and spend time with the love of her life. They’re cute don’t get me wrong…just unfortunate to be the only one single here.
“Thanks again Ems.” I said cleaning the plate I used as I got up to finally get dressed. “It was really good, Becka is lucky to have you.”
“I certainly am.” said woman came into the room perking up at her partner. “Thank you again love.”
“I’ll be going before that breakfast makes a fast journey back up.” I laughed receiving a towel to the face. I put on the outfit I had picked out, touched up my hair so I didn’t look like I was coming out of bed, and set off for the day. Thankfully I didn’t miss my train so it was only 45 minutes to get to work. I know that sounds like a lot but it’s not so bad when you’re used to it. I get to listen to music and relax a little more before starting a long long day.
The opening of a museum is never exciting, there’s probably 10 maybe 15 guests in the first 3 hours of opening, not much to do, luckily the museum lets me work on my internship first on these long days so I’m not bored out of my mind by the time I’m done. I usually clock in around lunch time finally and sit or stand around for the rest of the day depending on what they want me to do that day.
“Y/n” you’re going to be in Room 43 today.” my boss Henry looked at me.
“Well at least I get to look at some of my favorites today.” I sighed, knowing I was going to be on my feet for the rest of the day was not something to invoke joy. Room 43 on Level 2 had our Van Gogh, Gauguin, and Seurat paintings, most notably Sunflowers by Van Gogh, Van Gogh’s Chair, and Motherhood by Picasso. One of my favorites was-
“A Vase of Flowers, Paul Gauguin,” said the smoothest voice I’ve ever heard. Like butter melting on bread.
“Yes, one of my favorites in the room.” I smiled before turning towards the man. My breath hitched, there before me stood a man about 6 foot 1, dressed in a suit that looks like I don’t know how to pronounce the designers name, oxford shoes, no tie,his nose had a slight point to it, a jawline that looked like it was sculpted by Michelangelo, full eyebrows, his eyes soft and warm, finally his black hair. He was perfect, absolutely stunning, I wanted to look at him more than the art around me.
“Can you tell me about it?” he smiled.
“Oh, yes absolutely.” Anything to talk to him. “Painted by Gauguin in 1896, painted with Oil Paints-”
“Ah so it needs something breathable to not ruin the paints?” he smiled. “When transported for cleaning?”
“Yes, since oils are very hard to fix if damaged and excess moisture can ruin them like the whole water and oil thing... So um anyways, Paul Gauguin painted 'A Vase of Flowers' when he arrived in Tahiti for his second stay in 1895. The vase is bursting with exotic flowers including hibiscus, white and yellow frangipani and white tiare. The flowers look as though they are past their best as some blossoms have fallen onto the table. This suggests that Gauguin was not interested in the horticultural detail but instead the decorative shapes and interweaving of colors of the display.”
“Very interesting.” his smile grew. “Sorry one of my friends is very interested in this piece but I never knew what it was painted with.”
“Excuse me ma’am.” an older woman called my attention. “I had a question about this piece.”
“Oh, well I’m glad I could help sir. I’m y/n.” I shook his hand. “Please let me know if you have more questions.I’ll um..be over there” I nodded, giving him time to look at the painting. A handsome stranger interested in learning about one of my favorite pieces…he’s probably married. I’m going to be alone forever.
“Thank you beautiful.” he flashed a smile my way.
The beautiful stranger hung around for quite some time staring at the piece, he even had a notebook where he wrote some notes and made a sketch of the painting. No I wasn’t staring at him…okay maybe I totally was but it’s not everyday you see someone that attractive in here, he was practically an art piece himself. No I wasn’t fantasizing about him taking me away in some fancy car with the engine revving going way to fast down the street to a fancy restaurant where the prices aren’t even on the menu and he tells me not to worry about it and to order what I like, he’d probably call me something cheesy like baby, honey, sweetheart, dear, starlight, honey bun….darling…his. NO! Oh my god you can’t fantasize about that stuff he asked you a question. You really are deprived.
Work was the same as ever after the man left, I was stuck making sure no one touched the art until the museum closed and then I got to go home after clocking out. Back to the happy couples…I put on my earbuds and walked to the station, after staring at someone all day I wasn’t really ready to be reminded I was single forever. Oh well, no choice…maybe I’ll stop and get food and just head up to my room so they won’t notice.
“Hey y/n!” a voice yelled in the tunnel. “Aww hey do you have your earbuds in?” he tapped my shoulder.
“I have mace!” I whipped around feeling someone tap me. Oh. “Wooyoung! Don’t scare me that way!” I hit him gently and took my earbuds out.
“Heading home?” he asked.
“Yeah, I just got off work.”
“I was hoping you were going to say a date,” he sighed.
“Can’t find one. I stare at paintings from the 1800s all day.” I chuckled and nudged him. “Let me know if you find Degas or Van Gogh walking around, I’m pretty sure I know more about them than myself at this point.”
“I’ll be sure to point them your way.” he smiled. “Not even one of your coworkers huh?”
“I went out for drinks a while ago with David but he was so boring, no spice you know. Plus he’s one of those water is too spicy guys.”
“Oh yeah, ew.”
“I don’t know, maybe I’m just always going to be single. I just want someone…who’s a little interesting you know?”
His eyes lit up, he had heard that sentence a few days ago from someone else, he knew what to do.
“Well maybe I have this friend?” he started.
“Oh god not matchmaker Woo again.” I rolled my eyes as we got on the train.
“Hey look I really thought you two would hit it off.”
“Woo he just wanted to make his ex jealous…and I ended up with a ruined dress and a large bill.”
“I apologized and paid you back for his meal. I’m sorry!”
“I know you did.”
“Okay but seriously, this guy is one of my best friends, he’s got some money, he’s actually single single, like hasn’t had a partner in years single, he likes art, he’s tall, he’s not a scumbag, and he’s interesting. I promise you’ll like him.” he pleaded.
“Woo I just-”
“Pleaseeee just one date and then if you don’t like him you can tell me to fuck off whenever you want, please please please!”
“Okay okay fine…one date. Just…one ok?” I sighed. I trust Wooyoung. I do. He's a good friend, great even…his matchmaking skills are just…hit or miss.
“You won’t regret it, and be sure to thank me at the wedding!” he got up at his stop.
“Woo there won’t-!” the doors closed… “be a wedding.” I groaned. Just what have I gotten myself into.
“Hey sour puss what’s with the face?” Liz asked as I came in.
“Ran into Wooyoung on the train.”
“Oh how’s he doing? Also what did he do, you’re not in a bad mood every time you see him” she smiled. “Will is in the bathroom.” I motioned to head up and stopped at her words
“He begged me to go on a blind date with someone he knows.”
“Oh god because that worked out so well last time.” she smiled.
“What did?” Becka came into the room.
“Woo set y/n up on a blind date…again.” Liz smiled.
“Oh god, you have my number I will come get you.” Becka chuckled.
“He promised it wouldn’t be as bad this time but I don’t know I’m still worried.” I rubbed my arm. “He did apologize for last time but still…that was so bad.”
“Do you know anything about this one?” Liz asked.
“Apparently he’s tall, very single, likes art, and has money?” I said remembering what Wooyoung told me on the train.
“Ooo tall handsome rich single man?” They both chuckled. “How does Wooyoung know someone like that?”
“Beats me honestly, but I said I would try…even though I regret it already.”
“And when is said date?” Becka asked.
“Dunno….he’ll probably text me about it later.” I sighed. “I mean I guess it couldn’t be too bad to try.”
“It’s probably worse to trust Woo than to go on the date.” Liz smiled and Will came down.
“Who’s got a date?” he asked.
“y/n” Liz said and made room on the couch for her boyfriend.
“Oh y/n has a date?” Emma sat next to Becka.
“I’m off to bed, it looks like a date night.” I waved.
No need to be reminded I’m still…very much single.
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“Hyung Hyung Hyungie Hyung-ah Hyunghyunghyung” Wooyoung began annoying the older man at his desk.
“Yes Wooyoung?” Yunho looked up from his computer, blueprints and notes scattered around the desk. “Do you need another reference photo or something?”
“No no that’s fine, it’s all coming together.” Wooyoung brushed the man off. “I found you the perfect date!”
“Woo we’ve talked about this, I don’t date.” he sighed.
“No no listen really, she's perfect for you, she’s single and lives with two other couples so she’s practically begging to get out, she doesn’t ask a lot of questions, she knows a bunch about art and everything.”
“Wouldn’t that make it easier for us to get caught Wooyoung? She could tell fakes from the real ones?”
“Nah her eyesight is too bad for that unless she’s up close and personal. She could help us out with transporting them properly, you know, how to keep them undamaged. Plus she’s really pretty, you’d like her…oh and she’s funny, sarcastic, looks good on your arm at a party.”
“Why don’t you date her then?”
“Oh hyung don’t be silly, you’re the one getting old, you need to settle down, don’t you want to spend time with someone, you know spend some of that money on them, have someone besides us…help relieve some stress?”
“We’re the same age Wooyoung.” he closed his laptop.
“Oh no, my birthday is in November, yours just passed.”
The room got quiet.
“You’re not letting this go until I say yes are you?”
“Oh come on just one date! You’ll like her, I bet you’ll even get married come on! Please please please please please please please please please please please please pleasepleasepleaseplease-”
“Okay!!...Okay fine, just one date, and we’re not-” Wooyoung left. “Getting married…”
Yunho couldn’t help but think of the beautiful stranger he met at the museum earlier, he caught her staring a few times but couldn’t bring himself to say more in case she got suspicious, but man did he want to, her smile was infectious, her clothing choices mimicked his own, she knew about the art he wanted…but he’s a criminal, no one would ever want to be with a criminal, it’s not that he can’t do the time he just wouldn’t want to drag someone else into it, although he certainly wouldn’t mind coming out to that beautiful face…if he ever got caught that is, he has no plans on making that a reality.
“One date.” he sighed to himself.
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I smoothed over the dress I chose for tonight, Wooyoung couldn’t wait to text me and tell me his friend said yes. Why did I bother saying yes this is…no let’s..let’s be hopeful, maybe he’ll be nice, and funny, and hopefully a little good-looking….please Wooyoung…don’t do this to me.
“You look gorgeous y/n!” Emma and Liz squealed, their partners on the couch.
“We definitely won’t be seeing you tonight.” Becka chuckled.
“Oh please I’m definitely not going to sleep with this guy, it’s the first date and it’s a Wooyoung blind date.” I rolled my eyes.
“I mean if he’s lucky we won’t see you tonight.” Liz laughed. “He’ll certainly only have his eyes on you this time.”
“One can hope” I groaned. “I better go, I don't want to show up late.” I grabbed my purse and a long black coat to keep warm. Of course there’s a hole in the pocket…I really need to get this fixed.
“It’s going to be warm out, just forget the coat and get it fixed later.” Liz called out. “Go go! You’ll be late.”
It feels weird to walk around the city in just a dress and heels, I feel a little exposed but it’s not any different from the other people I’ve seen I guess…I made my way to the station to go to the restaurant Wooyoung had picked out, he told me to dress fancy so I got the fanciest dress I could. Black and white, a little lace, elegant but not over the top, stops at the knee, a cute little black heel and my hair pulled up into one of those fancy buns. Hopefully I remembered my glasses this time in my bag.
When Jung Wooyoung says fancy restaurant he wasn’t kidding, I’m pretty sure an appetizer here costs my entire rent, there’s not even prices on the menu how am I supposed to afford-
“Miss y/n?” A voice called. Sounds….familiar?
“Yes?” I turned around and it was the guy from the museum. “Oh hello.” I blushed
“It’s nice to see you again, are you waiting for someone?”
“My um..my friend set me up on this..silly blind date.” I chuckled lightly.
“How funny me too.” he smiled. “I wouldn’t be rude to assume you know a Jung, Wooyoung?”
“That would be the one.” I nodded gently.
“Well how funny would it be if I told you the very person sent me here on a silly blind date as well?”
“Well I suppose that would be…quite nice actually.” I sighed. “Last time I let him talk me into this…it didn’t go well.”
“Ah I know the feeling. She went after her ex after spending 30 minutes with me.” he chuckled.
“Ironic, mine used me to get back with his ex.”
“Now isn’t that just something.” he offered his hand to me. “Shall we go in?”
“How gentlemanly.” I let out a chuckle.
“Oh I’m Yunho by the way, Jeong Yunho.”
“Oh a James Bond type I see. Last name first.” I chuckled. “Y/n L/n. Sorry I went the other way.”
“Oh god!” they both thought. “It’s you from the museum! What should I do?...stay calm, it’s just a date.”
I never thought I’d thank Wooyoung for setting me up on a date but, I might after this one…he’s so…he’s almost too perfect to be true, he’s interested in what I do, he’s charming, funny, he’s handsome…I..I almost feel like I’m dreaming. I’m pinching myself and not waking up so this has to be real, please be real. If this is a prank Wooyoung I’m never speaking to you again.
“I should warn you beautiful, I’m quite dangerous.” he chuckled
“Oh are you now? Maybe I should’ve brought a bat.”
Time felt forgotten, it passed by so fast but so slow. Before we knew it the restaurant was closing and asking us to leave.
“Oh don’t worry about the bill.” he waved his hand at me reaching for my wallet. “It’s on me tonight.”
“I couldn’t possibly let you-”
“I insist beautiful.” he smiled and handed the waiter his card….A Black Credit Card!??!?! Oh my god.
“Next time is on me.” I said my cheeks were heating up. “A-As long as it’s pizza.” I joked…not really.
“Pizza sounds perfect if you’re there.” he winked. Oh man he is dangerous. “Can I walk you home? Or perhaps drive you?” he beeped his car…his very expensive silver car. A Rolls Royce?
“Oh my god.” I whispered. “What do you do?” I laughed.
“Oh I just inherited a lot of money from my uncle.”
“Oh sure, do you sell organs on the black market?” I nudged him gently.
“Oh no way, blood freaks me out.” he laughed. “I invest.”
“Sure.” I smiled and got in the car.
“Where to?” he asked.
“Oh right.” I gave him my address and we were off. It was bittersweet driving with him, I really didn’t want it to end yet. If this was going to be my only date with Yunho then…I just wanted to feel special for a little while longer. “Um, would you mind if we made a short stop first? It’s just…a really nice night out and I don’t want to…with my roommates and all.”
“Sure, I wouldn’t mind staying out myself.” he smiled.
“There’s a park just up ahead.” I said bashfully. “We could just…walk around?”
“I like that idea.” he pulled over to the park and before I could even think about opening my door he had sprinted around the car to open it.
“Ever the gentleman.” I stepped out and he offered his arm.
We walked around the park for a little just continuing our conversations from earlier, he shared about his childhood days, some of the stuff he and his brother used to do, his friends and how he met Wooyoung. It was all great until a breeze swept through.
“Here.” he shrugged off his coat and pulled it around me. “Better?” he smiled and his touch on me lingered slightly.
“Better.” I whispered and looked at him. “Thank you.”
“Sure.” he cleared his throat and pulled back slightly.
It was close to 11pm when we finally decided we had been out long enough, I would hopefully not get hazed about the date and he would hopefully be able to go back to whatever he wanted. Even if it was just one date, it felt like a million and it just felt wonderful.
“Oh your coat.” I started taking it off as we pulled up to my little flat.
“Just give it to me next time Beautiful.” he smiled and put his hand up to stop me.
“Are you sure?”
He nodded.
I leaned over the center console and kissed his cheek leaving a slight pink imprint there.
“Goodnight Yunho, thank you for the…probably most perfect night of my life listening to me talk about work.” I smiled and got out of the car. I’ll miss him.
“Goodnight Beautiful.” he smiled more to himself as he drove off when she walked in her front door.
Did I receive the interrogation of a lifetime? Yes absolutely.
Could I stop smiling? No..Not at all. He listened to me ramble about work and school and how overwhelming it is, he listened to me talk about different paints and how to preserve them and take care of them like it was the most interesting thing he ever heard. I almost hate him for how perfect he is.
“Jung Wooyoung, I'm going to kill you.” I said as he picked up the phone.
“What?! Why!? What happened!?” he sat up on the other line.
“How could you literally give me that after all the shit dates you’ve set me up on!”
“Was it bad? You guys have been out for hours!”
“No! It was amazing! I can’t believe you!” I groaned and flopped onto my bed. “He was…kind and sweet and charming and caring and…everything and I hate you for it.”
“...BECAUSE I WAS RIGHT???”
“BECAUSE YOU WERE RIGHT!” I sat up. “Why did you have to be right!?”
“Because I’m amazing, excuse you. You liked him.”
“Yes.”
“You liked him a lot?”
“Wooyoung I literally would drop everything right now to just listen to his laugh.” I sighed. “It's pathetic.”
“I’ll let you know what he says, I just heard the front door.”
“No Wooyoung please, it's fine. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” I sighed. “I’ll have to give you his coat too.”
“He gave you his coat? Oh my god. See marriage.”
“Goodnight Woo.”
“I’m the matchmaker god after all.”
“Goodnight! Woo.” I hung up. I hate this.
I hate men.
`Next
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~Cold Outside~
Summary: Call girl (Y/N) desperate for money; in the underground; levi ackerman fan art
You never really had a lot of money, but you dreamed of moving to the surface. You hated the underground; it's dark, cramped, and everyone that lives there seems to be just pure, evil. The only thing good about that place is that it bred humanity's strongest soldier, Levi Ackerman.
In order to conquer this dream, you had to resort to a not so traditional or respectable job at nights on top of the one you spent baking during the day. "Making the Underground brighter one cupcake at a time" is what your boss said. It's a load of bullshit, but its nice having a job that so peaceful before going into the night.
You weren't sure if you should still hold onto your job as a call girl, but you could only barely cover rent with those two jobs and you don't have the physical or mental strength to take on a third job. Two jobs plus the mental and physical torment at night is just too much.
You were on your usual corner at the usual time; 1am is when the drunk men usually come out of the bar, sad about the rejection from the more respected women inside. A bigger older man walked up to you and grinned. "Hey baby. It's a bit cold here isn't it? How about we go back to my place and you can repay me for my kindness?" he suggested.
He didn't necessarily say anything you didn't hear every other night, but that was your final straw. You were disgusted. "I- I can't do this anymore, I'm sorry." you say turning to walk away.
The man grabbed your arm, gripping it tight. "Oh don't go on and try to act like a real woman now. You were born for this. Now fulfill you birth right and make me feel good." he said, kissing on your neck.
You winced. You want it to stop. You want everything to stop. You wanted to scrub the (S/C) skin that others have touched, cut the (H/C) hair off that men have grabbed, scrape the tongue that touched others'.
Just when you were going to give in, the weight on your body against the wall, released. "Mind your buisiness bi-" the man turned around and gasped. "C-captain Levi? W-what are you doing here you live on the surface now." he stuttered.
You looked at Levi and your eyes locked. Levi then looked at the man. "I like to visit the bar sometimes. It's the only time I ever drink. Imagine how irritated I am when the only time I drink every year or so is interrupted by your pathetic voice." he said coldly.
The man blushed and stumbled back. "Me and my girlfriend were just leaving." he lied.
Levi looked at you, up against the wall trembling. You didn't know if it was the fear of this weirdly aggressive man or the breeze crawling up your short skirt and through your cropped tank top. "Do you know this man?" Levi asked you in a stern voice.
You were caught off guard. One of the most respectable men, humanity's strongest soldier, Captain Levi Ackerman, was talking to you. "N-no, I don't." you answer.
The man turned to you. "You little bi-" he started as he raised his hand at you.
Levi kicked him to the ground and put his foot on his stomach. "If I ever catch you near this woman again, i'll cut your fingers off do you hear me?" Levi had a deadly look on his face that scared even you, and you've seen some things.
"Y-yes I understand." he said.
Levi looked at you. "Are you a call girl?" he asked. You nodded. "How much?" he asked.
"It depends on, what you want." you answer shyly.
"What's the maximum?"
"A hundred"
"I'll give you six if you take me to your place."
Both you and the man looked at Levi in shock. "T-that's- ok." You were going to argue, but the financial position you were in, you were in no position to turn this down. You had no idea what he would make you do for that much, but you were ready to face it.
Levi removed his foot from the man's stomach and walked up to you. He took off his dress jacket and wrapped it around you. "It's cold outside." he said simply. "Lead me to your place."
You two walked quietly to your small one bedroom house. You emptied the money you made onto the counter and then looked at Levi in fascination as he looked around your place. You couldn't believe he was there. You wanted to touch him, just to see if he was real.
He looked at you then you got nervous. What did he want from you that was worth six hundred dollars?
"Where's your bathroom?" he asked. You pointed to a small room down the hallway. Levi grabbed your arm softly and led you to the bathroom. He undressed down to his underwear and turned on the shower. "Get undressed." he ordered.
You did what you were told. "Sex in the shower? That's it?" you thought to yourself.
You were now both undressed in the shower, him with his boxers still on, facing each other. "Does the water feel ok?" he asked. You nodded.
He looked behind you at a washcloth and reached for it. You didn't know what he was doing as he got closer, so you backed up against the shower wall. He looked at you with soft eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you." he reassured you as he grabs the rag. With his left hand he softly rubs your cheek and uses his right to wipe the make up off your face with the rag. When he got to your lips, he looked at them in a trance and looked into your eyes as you were in the same one. "What's your name?" he asked.
"(Y/N)." you answered.
"Do you live alone?"
"Yes."
"That's dangerous here." Levi said. He gave you the rag and turned to let you clean yourself off. "Would you mind if I turned it to cold? I'm a little tipsy and I want to sober up." he asked.
"Go ahead." you say, wondering why someone like him was being so kind to someone like you.
When you were both done, he turned off the shower and grabbed the towel off the hook. He dried you off, then himself. He wrapped you in the towel. "Where's your room?" he asked.
"The room right next to this one." you answered.
He softly grabbed your hand once again and guided you to your room. He sat you on your bed and looked around. His eyes locked on a bottle of lotion on your dresser. He grabbed it and kneeled at your bedside. He gently lifted your leg onto his thigh and your heart beat faster. He put lotion on and rubbed it into your leg.
He did the same thing with the other, then your arms, massaging them gently. "How does that feel?" he asked.
You let out a soothed sigh. "Amazing." you said softly under your breath.
When Levi finished, he went to your dresser. "Do you mind?" he asked. You shook your head. With your permission he went through your dresser. He pulled out lacy dark red matching underwear set and a black satin night gown.
He walked up to you. "This is it. He's going to use me now." you thought.
"Can I dress you?" Levi asked. Taken aback, you nodded.
He got you dressed and laid down on your bed. You lay next to him and just stare. Levi looked at you and narrowed his piercing grey eyes. "What?" he asked.
You blush. "Nothing. It's just- you know what I am, right?" you asked.
"Yeah." he answered shortly.
"Why aren't you making a move?"
"Can I sleep here tonight? I'm not ready to go back to the surface yet." he expressed, ignoring your question.
"S-sure." you allow.
"You know, it's strange. The things I stole, people I hurt, killed, just to be able to live at the surface. Now that i'm there, i'm lonelier than i've ever been." Levi said.
You soften your eyes. "You can have everything in the world, but it means nothing if you have no one to share it with. I guess I shouldn't talk, I have nothing and no one, but for some reason, I rarely feel lonely." you softly smile to yourself, not realizing Levi slightly beaming at you.
"I've never heard that saying before, it's nice." he said.
You blush. "My older brother used to tell me that all the time when we fought. We used to fight a lot, because of my work schedule and choices." you confess. You didn't know why, but opening up to Levi seemed easy.
"Where is your brother now?" he asked.
"He was killed last year. I've been by myself since."
Levi looked at the ceiling. "How old are you (Y/N)?"
"I'm twenty one."
"This job is dangerous, especially in such a place; I see why your brother didn't approve. I want you to promise me something." Levi said.
"What?" you asked.
Levi rolled over and gently pecked your lips. "Do what you have to do to earn your living and survive, but promise me from now on, my lips are the only ones that ever touched yours."
You were frozen, enchanted. "Why?" you mutter entranced.
"They can do what they want to your body, but a kiss is how people could truly physically connect. We're connected now, and I only want you to have that connection with me. I'll do the same." he said.
You did nothing but nod.
Levi sighed and rolled back to look at the ceiling. "I'm exhausted." he said before falling asleep.
"HUH??? How does he fall asleep so fast?" you thought to yourself. You soften his eyes. "I bet he is tired, with his job. I bet he's always working. I wonder what his life is like up there. Does he have any friends? Does he live alone too? Is he rich? He must be to offer me so much money. This is humanity's strongest soldier?" you got lost in your thoughts before falling asleep next to Levi.
You wake up the next morning next to an empty bed. You turn to your bedside table to see a small letter in neat hand writing "Best money I've ever spent. I'll be back." it read.
You blushed as you got ready for work at the bakery, reminiscing about the night before. You looked towards your dresser at his jacket. You walked over and smelled it; A smell you'll miss till it kisses your nose again. You slip on the jacket, grab your bag, and head to work, for the first time in a long time, feeling clean.
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candela obscura chapter 1 episode 2: hey entire table what the fuck
still enjoying matt in shirtsleeves
still weird that his wrists are naked
are his sideburns going grey? like under the bulk of his hair
this is a scene that jumped into matt's head fully formed and he has to give all the details
source: been there
auggie!
that's my son!
vexnvax syndrome strikes again
going 'yum' just as charlotte's art pops up: correct
if there's one thing anjali's going to do it's play a hot lady in period clothing
"I've been smoking since I was eight" "then you can find your own smokes"
"sir, ma'am - " "doctor"
mala: the three genders
is "otherwhere" like ffxiv and "anyroad" or is it like. a place.
if there's one thing laura's gonna do it's try to get a magical item out of the GM
thank you, howard
witcher potion
auggie, whose friend turned into an ice ghost not even a month ago: fuck you, werewolves aren't real
arlo: maybe SOME PEOPLE - not me - are just SHY - I'm not tho - and have TROUBLE with PEOPLE - except me, I'm fine
bidet
"let matthew know" snickersnort
"what's my name?"
your name is also matthew
I don't know why "make a sneak" makes me smile but it does
howard just faceplants in the background
the story's too long to tell here but one time a woman brained herself on a hamster cage in petsmart and that's all I could think of with the guard blocking auggie
this voice is very endearing
not weird but WEIRD weird
all this for a loaf of bread?
matt making up names off the top of his head
aha! drugs
oh no
Quite Betrothed
fate dating au
"have you ever seen boiled bacon?" revolting!
"I have moments where new information makes me somewhat uncomfortable" autism mood
"I'm gonna touch it" to "this was a mistake" pipeline
if any of them were gonna succeed this seems like where you would want to succeed
yeah, DEAD SCIENTISTS, HOWARD
howard is now craving bacon
I WAS JOKING
I also enjoy this voice very much
aha. veterans.
he is An Doctor
bottom table is ND as f u c k
channeling patrick loller from tiktok: "if you thank me for my service you have to give me $5"
pocket bacon!
yeah see, $5
"we're not doing Get Help"
and that's just what the couple did to the room!
oh shit it's the fuzz
"our first victorian shit!" robbie what
joke three people in the world will get: you can only poop in the designated areas
the whole table: howard no
robbie: HOWARD YES
nose punch go CRUNCH
"HOWARD WENT ROGUE"
howard said acab
what is anjali feeding her dice
robbie do you want to tempt the wrath of the whatever
the secretary's a werewolf
with a very cute accent
"he was a horn player" "I bet he was"
"s e x u a l i n t e r c o u r s e"
howard
"I wanna take his badge" fearne lives
he ran into a doorknob"
"WHY DID YOU TALK"
"stairs is faster" confused me until I remembered some people can actually walk down stairs instead of having to take them one at a time, one foot then the other, while clinging to the rail for dear life
laura
the way my brain autofilled "stayed open during the pandemic"
"is he a tall lanky boy" tailed by slenderman
grumbles in public transportation
everybody gets to punch a cop!
cable car fun fact: I was reading dashiell hammet for the first time and had to google what a broadway car was bc he said it like 90 times in the first three pages
and I'm STILL not sure I got it right
"how do you know I'm OUP" "the everything about you"
"my name is gertrude! I mean ethel!"
"spend all the drives! you won't need them later!"
"steal the man of the cloth's cloth!"
[witcher voice] for your discretion
"if only you knew how I was making my money"
ty for not popping your shoulders out on stream anjali
(I originally said "popping them out" and decided specificity was necessary)
this music is a+
"first name trio" is a good name for a band
disco elysium crossover
"she's having an idea….and it hurts" mood
"SHE DID IT" my crackpot theory is vindicated
that is certainly a way to put it
eddie? eyes emoji?
ashley very quietly reaching for her pencil
bacon plague!
banana spiders
"make sure you bring your hand with you"
c o n s u m e
"I've been working on this really great YA novel" MATTHEW I have already snorted lemonade through my nose once tonight, you can't say shit like that
ARLO
AUGGIE
I love them
why was my only thought AT THE OPERA TONIGHT
"do I recognize her as a TA?" "she's an ex-student" you get how that's worse, right
you have buried the lede slightly arlo
anjali: "I shouldn't curse" matt: who told you that shit
"that's poor people talk"
classism!
arlo
"THAT MAN TOUCHED MY BREAST"
"JEEEEEEEMY GOD"
we never should have given matt buttons
matt you live in LA you're giving them all trauma
kickin buddies
[pounding table] werewolf weREWOLF
that's. not a werewolf.
that's a bloodborne monster
just the panicked yelling dlkfjls
I too yell wordlessly when forced to make decisions
"until it was trying to merge with your body" hate THAT wording
hey matt what the fuck
HEY MATT WHAT THE FUCK
"if I'm still aliVE YOU NERDS HELP ME" bakugocore
"its own viscosity" despise it
hey. hey howard. whatcha doin.
[justin mcelroy voice] DON'T DRILL A HOLE IN YOUR HEAD
DON'T YOU PUN RIGHT NOW
hey robbie what the F U C K
"a gun! :D"
hey. hey arlo. hey arlo whatcha doin
some fullmetal alchemist shit is what
I hate everything about this
laura has just decided all her characters are coloring books now
"this arm doesn't have function anymore" oh mood
"takE IT, ROBBIE"
"you just do. what other choice is there?" hey I don't need this right now
hey howard what the fuck
HOWARD'S HAUNTED
see this is why you don't drill a hole in your head, you get ghosts
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📍IMPERVIOUS SLASHER📍
SO, UH.... TROLL ILLUMI.
I had to do this. I will also do Troll Hisoka later on heeheehee ~
I didn't know what to choose between jade blood (because my headcanon birth year for Illumi is 9/9, making him a virgo) or indigo blood (aristocracy n all). I think I'll go with jade blood because the color fits him more :>
I also did the extended zodiac for him, because, well uh, I kin him so I felt legitimate. I don't care about his extended zodiac sign, I really just wanted his aspect. He got Derse as his moon and Blood as his aspect. I made him a Heir of Blood. Because. Well at least now he's the heir of something 👁👁
I did a little mockup-pesterlog where he has a short conversation with Troll Hisoka. I won't tell his actual name now, I will when I actually draw him :> just know that I will draw a purple blood (clown) and a gold blood (6/6 - gemini) version ~ but I already know I am going to keep the purple blood because Hisoka has to be a clown. He just has to. 😂
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...oh my god she even took me/his/our Rumpocky thing my ex has zero original thoughts.
My ex wife makes shitty website for pagan services
Pretends she was the hermes follower instead of her previous Shaman Schtick or occasional claims at Athena following.
Steals my hermes quotes, makes it her whole brand, something she never even heard from her magical friends
I. Can. Not. I literally have "rumpocky" on a 2007 LJ post and this bitch branded herself. bitch do you UNDERSTAND *WHY* it was rumpocky? Are you??? STEALING??? A MEDIUMSHIP STORY????????????????????????? ARE YOU THAT BORING?
HER ART?? HER CHARACTERS?? HER BRAND??? IS THERE ANYTHING SHE HASN'T KNOCKED OFF FROM ME?????????????????????? SIS YOU CAN'T REPLACE ME, YOU MADE YOUR BED, NOW LAY IN IT.
you dUMb CUnt
d u m b c u n t doesn't understand why even rumpocky those years ago and truly oh my god [facepalm] she really is just sitting there roleplaying every echo of my life, get therapy.
STOP STEALING MY SHIT YOU MORON
"the rumpocky pagan" oh my god the insufferability she literally can't even -- YOU REALIZE IT'S NOT A FASCINATION WITH RUMPOCKY ITSELF AS MUCH AS EXCLUSIVE SEASONALITY AND GETTING STUCK ON THE ONE MISSES THE POINT?
YOU REALIZE THAT WAS A SPECIFIC CONVERSATION HE HAD WITH A SPECIFIC PERSON, RIGHT. ABOUT A CERTAIN EVENT AND TIME HE HAPPENED TO BE DOING MINUTES BEFORE, AND NOT A LIFELONG DEDICATION, YOU HACK.
YOU WEREN'T EVEN THERE!! YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW ME OR HIM OR ANY OF US YET!!! **I'M THE ONE THAT TOLD YOU ANYTHING ABOUT IT AND YOU ASSIGNED IT ARBITRARY VALUE YOU ABSOLUTE FRAUD**
The Rumpocky Pagan. Jesus, just admit you have nothing. He's. Not. With. You. No. Matter. What. You. Play. Neither is She. They haven't been for a long time. And you know it. Charging people out the nose for you badly miming my shadow is truly lowbrow though.
Watch the bitch be arguing in her head "well he takes it and likes it" yeah and he also takes and eats fried crickets on sticks, what the fuck about it. But that'd require him being there, and not you pretending to hide the dreams you know you're having and what they mean to wave and perform for your friends. Or maybe even to self soothe. But it isn't working, is it?
Hey, sweets.
Driving in reverse.
In five years this bitch'll be rebranding to Thee Crustdaddy Pagan or maybe The Incarnate Irony Pagan, maybe with some more stolen logo/character design.
Take the cue on why your art muse walked out the door two years ago, you had nothing but mirror mandalas, art that diminished to fractions of its previous quality, generally had to give up on your stores for it, and could only draw when you were ripping off my shit. It's a muse. You chased yours out. Everything else since is theater.
Move onnnnnnnnn bitch. You wanted me out, so stop trying to bring parts of me in.
My ass out here having to innocently kick rocks when a [redacted] agent is asking how tf I got involved in Some Shit and this bitch can't even figure out her pagan brand name without stealing my shit jesus FUCK yea nbd just disposing of this [other redacted] grade object like a nuclear hazard at sea after [damages removed] [deathcount censored] and a few weeks fuck all chaos, but this bitch is like mmmmmmmm Aaron told me a story about hermes and rumpocky once, that qualifies me as a follower that can charge people money for services lololol
Go back to arguing with ghosts in Alabama.
Damn, wish I'd put something of the bitch's in the final yeeted form too, it worked pretty damn well to yeet jarpad and his fans out of cons.
like Hermes' gramma says, if you're going to throw a box into the sun, you're going to have to do it yourself.
You know she's saying follower of Hermes but I bet you, she couldn't tell you a single axiom of tehuti or a single classic greek tradition or hymn or any of the neoplatonic branches associated with him literally all she has is psychotically larping him off of what she knows from me for others while stealing my shit and hoping nobody notices. while. she. charges. them. she's never studied a goddamn thing about him, and I goddamn know this. I was her pipeline of information or books or references or resources or whatever the fuck and she never once fuckin. even read the kybalion. She doesn't even know the alchemical steps. None of it. God. Dis bitch about to google it all now to update her LARP. Has she brainwashed her pals so bad they had a collective stroke and forgot I was the alchemist, and she constantly ranted that she was a shaman and totally different from my shit?
"durhur crowzzzz" like congratulations you know how to spell his name on wiki search and probably watched a video about Tricksters. Ffs. Start at Liber XXX, bitch, it's Morality For The Average Man. Try it. Start there. You might actually learn something that means something.
You would think even if she pretends to outsiders she isn't dealing with what she is since then. That after she made public that she got tricked by the world's most basic bitch cryptoscammer scheme into losing all their savings, that maybe the god of commerce, communication/internet, trickery and thieves is like. The opposite of in your favor giving you secrets.
Weird how that worked out, isn't it, sweetie? But I mean if you can't even think up a brand name without ripping my shit about him, how can I expect you to hear some godly warning transmission that bitch, you're fucking dumb as a brick, don't give him your login, you absolute mudbrain.
Boy am I glad I caught the vibe from him these last few years and just stopped giving her anything about him even before the split. Like no, no I wasn't projecting, he went out the door and took the art, success, and protection in transactions and life with him and with me and she still can't cope with that, huh
You know, before we left Alabama, Hermes expressed he was concerned with her habit of wanting to hide behind other identities and not own her own. I didn't understand then what he meant. Now I get it. Jesus.
And yknow what bitch. He said it to you, even back then. Stop playing. Either move on or fess up. You will never replace that shit. Stop with the bad echoes.
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Tears Of Themis boys as ||𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂||
𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚐
Lord dearest lord
Man works at some restaurant with a 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑛𝑡
Of some random French words
That are supposed to sound poetic
But actually make no sense when put together
Something like 𝑟𝑒̂𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑑'ℎ𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟
Or 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠
Or any other similarities
Formal uniforms
White shirts black pants
Looking EXPENSIVE
Actually sofisticated place, man uses a tablet to take your order
Dem fingers tapping on da screen
Don't come here either if u got no booking
U don't want security asking u to leave
Or kicking u out
I mean AND kicking u out
"Welcome, precious guests. May I guide you to your table ?"
Man their meals have such annoying names wth-
"𝑠𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑒́ 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑛𝑒́ 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑢𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑖𝑙 𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑒"
"𝑐𝑜̂𝑡𝑒 𝑑'𝑎𝑔𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑢 𝑏𝑎𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑢 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑖𝑙 𝑠𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑒́𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑙 𝑒𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑟"
Just reading them is challenging enough.
"Can I have... this?"
"Hm ?"
"This."
"... Hm ?"
"Uhm, this."
"... this ?"
He knows what you're asking for
He's just fooling around
𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝙿𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚎
Mamma Mia
HES ADORABLE
Cute lil guy working at a pizzeria
With his notebook
And the pen behind his ear
And that apron
He is the meal.
Welcomes u with a big :D
There's no menu man, you'll have to listen to him recite it for you
"Pepperonipizzavegetarianpizzatunasalmoncheesetomatoorcream...."
Has to repeat it like 3 or 4 times
Everyone says it's cuz he speaks fast
Really it's just people not paying attention
And being
D i s t r a c t e d
Holding 4 pizzas at once dont ask how
"No drinks ? :("
"No extra toppings ? :("
"No sauce ? :("
These extras are not a choice anymore
Tip him and you'll see the sun right in front of you
Gives u a candy before u exit the pizzeria
"I'll be waiting for you to come back !"
Living "^^"
𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚅𝚘𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗
Oh lord him
What a hoe-
Yes
People wonder how he has this much money working at a café
Let me introduce to you the art of "S E D U C T I O N"
Calls his customers pet names
"Welcome here, lovely"
"Hey, Miss! Long time no see"
"Oh, dear, I see you brought a friend with you today!"
He's smiling 24/7
Them 3 buttons open on a daily-
More like 4
Sometimes 5
Leans in when you speak
Get them butterflies and shit
CHEESY LINES THAT MAKE U CRINGE
"Is this cake sweet ?"
"Not as sweet as you"
"Can I get one of these ?"
"How about I get you two and join you"
;)
;D
;^D
Got them girls blushing and shiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
There's a board inside the café with his work hours written on it
And you can find nothing but girls within these same hours
He's popular~
The only reason the shop is still open
𝚅𝚢𝚗 𝚁𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛
Pastry shop
Chic pastry shop
Expensive pastry shop
Don't come without a booking.
Don't come if you dont have money either.
A stick
Man's posture is so perfect dear lord
No tablet to notebook, only his memory
The menu is a map for him lowkey
"Uhm, do you have any drinks I could take with my brownie ?"
"We have a list of available teas on page 3, right next to chocolate desserts, cold drinks are on the last page."
If u ask him to recommend something, watch it turn into a personality test
"Do you prefer sweet desserts ? Sour ones ?"
"Any flavours you like more?"
"Would you like something light ? Or would like to try something more copious ?"
"Any allergies to note ?"
BING BING
[MATCH FOUND]
Congratulations on finding the perfect dessert
Getting a drink going thru the same process
He's very professional overall
Knows his stuff
If you need anything just raise your hand
He'll pop up outta nowhere
@lavief is hot btw
#TOT#Tears Of Themis#Mihoyo#Hoyoverse#Hoyolab#Hoyo#Artem#Artem Wing#Libra#Luke#Luke Pearce#Raven#Marius#Marius Von Hagen#King#Vyn#Vyn Richter#Adjudicator#Vilhelm#Vilhelm Richard Albert de Haspran#Restaurant#waiters#headcanon#tears of themis headcanons#tearsofthemismemes
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campaign 3 episode 27: eternal shiny and chrome
"I'm sure there's a reasonable…."
critical role land when
the newly refurbished chamber that was once bad
"are we good at anything?" "we're all very attractive?"
"I did miming back in my 100s"
insight check for glass
"I use minor illusion to cast glass"
be fair that was 200 years ago
see
"I stopped counting"
"and other stuff"
"how long do gnomes live?" "shit, I guess we'll find out"
"you can't come straight to the show after robbing a bank"
"escorts 😏" travis
bruce fort
"who wasn't part of the ring fiasco? fearne put your FUCKING hand down"
big whammy no money
if cumberbatch had done this I would have enjoyed sherlock a lot more
they're totally time-hopping, aren't they
oh no
samuel
crack theory: what does breaking a modify memory feel like
[gets in my imodna bunker]
the bunker is protecting me from the imodnasplosion
erika you can't romance marisha on every show
LAUDNA casts HAIR SHIELD
"I have to leave" relateable content
gay
(I KNOW what I said but I am not immune to Gay)
[shoebox project voice] I get it, I'm rocks
laura
oh this is gonna be secondhand embarrassment power hour isn't it
laura and marisha: this will be a funny thing to do to sam's character
sam: TIME TO MAKE IT SAD
sam was that on purpose
fcg's memory centers are scrambled aren't they
oh no he's flashing back to That Time
liam: I also wish to be sad
miyazaki-ass motherfucker
"you don't truly know someone - " "until you've tasted their wood 8D" taliesin
I want this animated so hard
erika loaded a bunch of "wyd ;)" in a shotgun and fired it across the table
"dusk's no good very bad evening"
"if anybody ever makes you feel bad I will FUCKING kill them"
protective ashton my beloved
"do you have an alpha in you" "I don't know" "would you like one"
chet what do you knoooow
what in the little orphan annie
c h e t n e y
"beard check" but it's for skin
I DO kinda want the NB Critrole Logo shirt
Druid Panic™
POOP GUN
"de rolo is SPINNING. generating electricity for all of whitestone."
baby's first pepperbox
oh my god imogen you can't just ask someone if they're a firbolg
"HE calls him the Rake"
big gwanda energy
is it dancer
matt just gave me a fucking doubletake lmao
what in the jak 2
…or what in the baby anakin
mala: at dusk we race
fearne no
erika in full goblin crouch
FEARNE
OHH
"sorry, dad"
it's a supremo
(I've been playing far cry)
"did you not want to play with us anymore?"
"she is purely fueled by chaos" erika or fearne
(yes)
"she saw four other rats"
87 rats in a trenchcoat
"I have handwriting"
this is the recaps in the ant-man movies
"my two favorite nightmare fuels in the same room"
"there's a singularity forming between the two of them"
"double dare!"
honestly please put delilah on drugs, just once
non-canon one-shot like grog in the battle royale with the deck of many things
erika flinging their whole little body across the table
transform and roll out
I know this was already kind of mad max but this is getting hella mad max
"fucker is your art form"
[extreme southern accent] 'cause I'm a pot-hole
("no one is going to get that" it was for me)
this is EXTREMELY mad max
FUCK FORK
this really is just petals to the metal isn't it
go-karts as a business expense
SAM
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(for admin, what do u use to draw answers? I've been wanting to make an ask blog but idk what program or tablet I want)
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⭐ I actually pretty much just use my phone and the app ibis paint x. I have a Wacom tablet, and some of the answers are drawn using free art desktop apps, but you honestly don't need to if you have a phone. Either way works. It really depends on what setup you're comfortable with, you can use pretty much anything. I don't recommend spending any money on a program if it's just for an ask blog though, to be completely honest. Gaomon, Wacom, and a few other brands of tablet can be found pretty cheap online. I'd look for stuff around the $40 range, and avoid OSU tablets for art.
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Do you know a James?
I have a second cousin named James! He lives in New Zealand, though, and only visits home every few years. I first met him when he was a few weeks old, then the next time he was already like 10. I haven't seen him again since and I'm guessing he'll be in college or whatever the third time they come back to the Philippines.
Have you ever been to Australia? If not, would you like to?
I haven't and I'd love to, but tbh it's also not really at the top of my list. I'm not really sure what I'd want to see/experience there.
Have you ever been diagnosed with a mental illness?
Haven't been diagnosed but I'm sure I have one or two hanging out in my head lol.
If you had to choose to have a different accent than the one you have now, what accent would you choose and why?
Idk, I'm fine with the accent I have.
New York or California?
New York, easily.
Have you ever or do you currently live in a Gated Community?
I do and always have.
Who was your last text from?
An incredibly late automated OTP that I don't even need anymore.
Do you know how to use a DSLR camera?
Yes, I owned one as a teenager. Tumblr made photography this super hip hipster thing in the early 2010s lol and it made me beg my dad to get me a DSLR camera, even though I didn't have a clue how to use one. Long story short I found photography boring and I ultimately passed the camera to my sister, who ended up as the one into arts.
If you had to choose one instrument to perfect, what instrument would you choose?
Piano.
Have you ever owned an Axolotl?
Nope.
What has been the longest amount of time you’ve spent on a plane?
Bali was around 4 hours. As much as I'd love to travel the rest of the world, those 20+ hour flights PLUS LAYOVERS sound dreadful.
How often do you use Snapchat?
Whoa. I haven't used Snapchat since college, around 2017ish. I remember Angela and I trying to bring it back when the pandemic had *just* started but it didn't catch on.
What does your last text say?
It's just an automated message that sent me an OTP.
Have you ever played Habbo?
I saw the ads like a million times but never played it.
What about Runescape?
Nope.
Have you ever heard of the band Mumford & Sons? If yes, do you like their music?
I have, but I've never heard anything of theirs.
Have you ever kissed anyone starting with the letter A, C, N, T or K?
No.
Have you ever used Valium before?
I have not.
What time is it where you’re from?
11:39 PM.
Have you ever adopted an animal from an animal shelter?
Yes, Arlee was from PAWS.
Where do you usually find Surveys from?
On my dash. I used to look for surveys on Bzoink, but there was a period this year where I couldn't take surveys for a couple of weeks and by the time I came back there were tons of new, interesting ones on my dash. Ever since then I've always just been playing catch-up on my feed and I haven't opened Bzoink in months now.
Australia or New Zealand?
Tbh I'd rather save the money lolol I honestly don't know which one to pick and I don't find either worth the visa hassle. I guess if anything uh New Zealand? then go to the spots BTS visited from Bon Voyage hah.
Have you ever missed a flight?
Never.
What is your best friend’s middle name?
I'm not sharing that.
How do you feel about the passing of Aretha Franklin?
I was shocked, but it didn't affect me heavily.
Did you enjoy any of her music?
Can't say I was a passionate fan of her music. It's just not something I was regularly exposed to so I've been largely unfamiliar for the most part.
What is your favourite film from your childhood?
Toy Story and it's still my favorite kids' movie.
Kanye West or Drake?
If we're doing brutal honesty I'd go with Kanye but all the shit he's said and done equally cancels him out, so I'll go with Drake by default lol.
Do you know anyone who is named after a state?
I used to work with a girl named Jersey, if that counts.
What was the reason for your previous doctor’s visit?
Shots for a dog bite.
Have you ever been to an outdoor cinema?
Nope. Too hot and too many flies LOL.
Have you ever had a “bad trip”? If yes, what happened?
Idk if this even counts as one because I blacked out so quickly it was almost embarrassing, but what happened was I took a big puff of that cannabis vape thing after already having downed a ton of alcohol and the next thing I knew I was on my knees in the restroom and then finally carried back to my bed.
How often do you use Instagram?
Everyday. I post at least one story a day; my in-feed posts are few and far between though and I only do posts if something super significant happens.
Have you ever smoked a cigarette?
Yeah, a few times. It's not something I look for and I haven't done it since before the pandemic.
If so, do you still smoke?
Nopes.
What are you up to tomorrow?
It's my last working day before our office closes down for the holidays so while I'll be at work I'll be in a pretty damn jolly mood hahaha.
What type of questions do you like being asked during a survey?
I like random questions that require more thought. It can be boring encountering what-color-is-your-blahblah all the time, and it also turns me away if questions are too hypothetical/philosophical.
Adam Sandler or Jim Carrey?
Adam Sandler.
What is your favourite Ben Stiller movie?
I don't have one.
What is your favourite Spotify playlist if you have one?
I made a playlist called 'it's raining purple' which are essentially BTS tracks I think are perfect for when it's raining and I open my windows to let the colder air in.
Outside of playlists I've made, I have two favorites – one called 'the tannies love you' which compiles all of BTS' fan songs; and 'standing next to you' which is an SNTY-focused playlist mixed in with a bunch of Michael Jackson songs.
Firefox or Chrome?
Chrome.
Do you enjoy learning about conspiracy theories?
They're fun to read, yeah! You don't have to believe them; they're just stories to spice up what we already know hahaha. I was obsessed with the Avril Lavigne doppelganger case for a time.
If so, what is your favourite?
^ Oh, well that one.
Do you find hand tattoos attractive on your preferred sex?
Depends on the tattoo design/style.
If you had a baby boy, what would you name him?
I've always been indecisive about a main name, but I'd love for their second name to be Owen after Owen Hart.
What is your favourite Netflix original series?
Is Black Mirror considered one? Let's go with that.
Have you ever owned a Tamagotchi?
No, too expensive. I had bootleg ones which were just as fun :)
Do you have a favourite “survey blog” on Tumblr? If so, who?
I like everyone! :)
Would you rather be 10 minutes late or 20 minutes early?
Depends on the situation. If it's a super super super big event with like 1,000 people and my presence doesn't matter, I'd honestly much rather be late. Otherwise I'm always early.
If you could be a member of any TV-Sitcom family, which would it be?
Perfect Strangers. Would love to finally be fluent in Myposian.
Tell me about the 6th person in your contact list:
College orgmate and ultimately became part of the same friend group in college. Haven't seen her in years. Terrific writer, loves cats, unfortunately shares the exact same music taste as my ex so I always shudder when she shares her song recos. Has curly hair, lives in the south, remains to be one of the few people genuinely interested in journalism and I respect her for that. Great sense of style. I miss Blanch!
Are you waiting for a text back right now?
Nope.
Would you rather be able to control fire or water?
Water.
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First commission drawing actually. Instead of getting paid money I got grades because it was my arts teacher that commissioned me to make her a desktop wallpaper. She did not tell me any information of what she wanted so I just gave her a turtle. She find it cute and now I have free grades.
It's worth it since I'm ending my grade 12 year with a bang anyways.
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Important-ass announcement
Ok so a LOT’S been going on and basically I’ve been trying to break it to my parents that I can’t go thru with this law school shit; this spring semester’s gotta be my last, and I’ve gotta pursue an art career if I’m to stay sane and non-miserable...Without getting into the situation too much, I recently told my mom and she’s in “I support u no matter what but not rlly :)))” mode and I haven’t told my dad but whenever I do—the later, the better—he will be pissed. But there might be a way for me to save my ass! With MONEY! So y’all can help out by
-telling me anyone/anywhere u can think of that’d be a good place for me to apply for any job u think would benefit from my art. I ain’t relying on y’all, I’ve been applying to logo design, card design, drawing greeting cards, character design, cover designs, comics, etc. jobs online left and right, but I rlly need every chance I can get. One-time projects are good but smth long-term w/ a salary involved would be even better. Lemme know if u have ideas where I could look or smth. Just want more outside opinions is all, bc I don’t think a lot of ppl are looking to philosophy majors for artwork but idk. I did get hired to do art for a children’s book series, but the benefits of that remain to be seen
-checking out whatever kofi or “commission” thing or patreon or whatever I’ll try to get going asap. Of course I’ll look into it myself but lemme know which u think would be best. (whenever I do I’ll prolly even make an announcement on my old blog...!) I have an upwork account, but that tax withdrawal crap is driving me NUTS. Gotta start out p cheap bc I mean I draw everything on paper and edit w/ my shitty outdated phone so how much can I rlly charge ppl...? idk abt getting more advanced art programs yet, that’ll have to wait. Just think, if my art actually used L A Y E R S. But one step at a time ig.
-yes, I will work for minimum wage. Maybe even free if it’ll look good enough on my resumé. Yes, I will suck dick. If I sound desperate it’s because I kinda aaam
This isn’t so much of a “UGH PLEASE HIRE ME” post as it is a “please support me however u can post”. Send kind words, suggestions, advice, anything y’all could do would at least give me strength to try harder, and persevere in this dang world. I feel like I owe a lot to you, you rlly are a big source of willpower for me. So thanks guys. Hopefully I’ll be making some moolah soon.
#psa#boys art#me#held onto this bc I didn’t wanna look...whiny...#but I just want money for my art I c a n ‘ t
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Picture Perfect Chapter 1
Hey guys! Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've been working on a few different fics and also finals are coming up, so that' kicking my butt! Anyhow, I hope you guys enjoy this one, its a two-part series!
Warnings: Bullying, a bit of swearing, Draco being adorable. James being a ass hat. Mentions of death. Pretty much it I think. Let me know if I missed anything!
James Sirius Potter x Malfoy!reader
Summary: James Potter isn't one to be a bully, unless its to a certian Malfoy. But, what happens when his little sister starts dance classes and her teacher is the one and only Y/N Malfoy?
“Mommy! Come on!” A six year old Lily Luna Potter called, waiting for her mom, dad, and brothers at the doors of the dance studio. James ran up to his little sister and picked her up. “Jamie!” She giggled.
“What? Too old to be spun around? Is that what happens when you turn six?” he teased. She giggled.
“No.” James sat her down and looked up at the building, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“This it?” He asked Harry and Ginny. Albus came up and stood besides his brother, looking at the large dance studio. Lily had been begging to go to dance classes since she was three. Lily and Harry had assumed it was a phase and never acted on it. But every year since that's all Lily asked for her birthday.
“Yep,” Harry said looking up at the studio. It was a magical incorporated studio, said one of his coworkers who had sent his daughter there. Apparently a lot of magical students went for the summer. But it also had muggle students attending, so both magical and muggle money was accepted. “Ready to see what its like inside?” Harry asked, leaning down to his daughter’s level. She nodded and ran to the door throwing it open and running inside. James and Albus on her heels. James had his muggle camera strapped over his body in case his sister did anything or wanted a picture of anything.
He had taken an interest in muggle photos back in his first year of Hogwarts when he found some stuck underneath his mattress that were old and faded. And, ironically, it was of his name sake. James Sirius, Remus, and Lily. There were a few with Peter in them, but he just ignored the man who got his grandparents killed.
It had obviously been his grandmother’s camera that had taken them, since she was the only muggle born, but ever since then he had begged his parents for a vintage camera. Albus had taken up poetry, strangely. And James used to tease him about it until he actually read it. Now, apparently, it was Lily’s turn to get an art to pursue.
“Hello,” a woman smiled from behind the desk. “What can I help you with?”
“We would like to sign our daughter up for classes,” Ginny answered, pulling her daughter off the desk. The woman smiled and looked down at Lily.
“Of course. A whole year or half?”
“Whole until she’s eleven,” Harry answered. The woman nodded.
“Very good.” She leaned down towards Lily. “Would you like to look around? I’m sure one of our teachers would be pleased to show you around.” LIly nodded.
“Yes please!”
“See you, Margret!” You called, sliding your dance back higher up your shoulder and making sure your shirt was covering your whole body.
“See you, Y/N!” She called back and you walked out of the back room. You had just finished four hours of vigorous dance training. You didn;t mind though. You loved to dance. You were headed to the back which was the fastest way home without apperating, which you weren’t legally supposed to do yet. But what's the harm in getting ahead of the game?
“Y/N!” You turned to see Miss Rosen calling you to the front. You smiled and walked up to her, braiding your Y/H/C hair as you went. It had been up in a bun for hours, but you didn;t want it to get in the way.
“Hi, Miss. Rosen! Whats up?”
“We have a new student and I would like you to show her around.” You smiled. New students were your facvorite, although you did like working with the older ones as well.
“Of course!” ou stepped into the lobby to see a little red haired girl looking up at you with bright green eyes, freckles decorating her face. You smiled. “Hi,” you bent down to her level. “I’m-”
“Malfoy?”
Oh no.
You looked up to see James Potter. The one person in the entire school who despised you.
“James? What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” he spat. You sighed. Sadly, James Potter hated your guts, but you loved his. Everything about him. You couldn’t help it! But how could he ever love a Malfoy. Or even give you a chance.
“Well, I dance here. And teach.” You glanced down to LIly and back at him and his parents. Harry and Ginny Potter. “I’m assuming this is your sister.”
“Y/N?” You looked over to see Albus walking in the door. You smiled and waved. Albus was a natural at potions, but not so much at transfigurations. You had been tutoring since his first year. He had slowly grown to like you, which you were grateful for. It also helped that he was friends with your half brother, Scorpius.
"Hey, Albus!" You looked up at Harry and Ginny quickly tabdung and sticking out your hand. "Hello, sir, ma'am. I'm Y/N Malfoy. I mean, you probally already got that from your son's calling me by both," you laughed awkwardly. "Is it alright if I took your daughter round and showed her the studio? You can come as well if you'd like." You said polightly. You knew there was still tension between your families, still a lot of hate on the Malfoy name. You and scorpius had been trying to figure that out it, slowly, over the years. You were now in your fith year and Scorpius in his third.
"Of course," they shook your hand and you could tell they were hesitant. Still, didn't blame them. "You two can go ahead on your own."
"Great! Wanna come back wit-"
"Can I come?" You looked up from Lily to see James standing there with his arms crossed. You noticed he had his camera across the side of his body, which wasn't unusual to see. "Can I go back with her to check it out. I want to make sure my sister has the best school she can," he narrowed his eyes at you, making you swallow. Why did he have to hate you?
"Thats alright with me, just take off your shoes, the both of you." They nodded and took off their shoes, then the three of you headed back. You showed her the diffrent dance rooms introduced her to some teachers and some of your friends at the studio.
"Hi! I'm Margret!" Your red haired friend introduced. She was one of the best in your studio. Also one of the kindest. If she was a which she would be a Hufflepuff you had decided long ago. "I see your going to be taught byY/N. She's one of the best in the studio. Don't worry, you'll see," she said excitedly to the little girl. You rolled your eyes at your friend.
"Ok, yeah. Thanks for the encouragement, Margret." She bumped your shoulder and laughed before eyeing James.
"Are you going to be joining too?" She asked, batting her eyelashes. Oh, did you mention she was a complete flirt? But, sadly, so was James.
"No, but if you dance here I might just consider it," he winked, causing her to giggle and you and Lilly to gag.
"Alright, Margret, she's already signed up, no need to flirt with her brother." She smiled sweetly at James.
"Y/N/N, that wasn't the reason I was flirting," you nearly gaged again.
"Disgusting. Alright. Theres one more studio I want you to see. It's the largest one in here," Lily grabbed your hand and you lead the two into the large. It was a studio as big as a stage with the wooden floors and folding mirrors that would some out or appear to be an audience. There was a balcony up top for parents and younger ones to whatch, which they always did often, pressing themselves up against the railing to watch the older girls dance.
"Wow," she gasped when you lead her in. You flipped a switch and the mirrors folded to appear as if there were any audience and the lights hanged to resemble ones of a stage, even the heat was the same, she gasped again. You smiled at her reaction. It would never get old watching younger girls get excited over the first time they walked in. That's one of the reasons you had a camera in the corners. You would often go back and watch your first tape when you felt distraught. It reminded you why you got j to dancing in the first place.
"I'm still not convinced. You haven't shown us if this studio teaches well enough for my sister to join," James scoffed. Lily's mouth fell open, halting at her. Brother and warning him to shut up and not ruin this for her. You just smiled.
"Well, what would convince you?" You asked, no malece in your voice. I mean, you were talking to James Sirius Potter, could you even have malece in your voice?
He looked you up and downs nd smirked.
"You dance." You raisrd your eyebrows.
"Pardon?" You squealed out.it was a known fact you didn't dance in front of audiences. Ever. Your father and half brother had tried to convince you, but you wouldn't budge. Your stage fright was to sever. And now you had your crush, yelling you to dance for him and his little sister to see if your good enough. Lily looked up at you with wide eyes.
"Would you?" You swallowed and bit down on your lip. You sighed.
"Fine. Fine. Here," you pulled your phone out of your back pocket, they were issued to all the girls for music and communication with muggle friends. Lily looked at the device curiously and James jus raised his eyebrows.
"You have one of those?"
"How else am I supposed to have the music, record my various dances to study, and play the music out side of the studio and the ballroom in my home?"
"You have a ballroom in your house?" You shrugged.
"Part time. Half the summer we live at Malfoy manor and the other half we stay at the cottage, which me and dad prefer but…"you shrugged as if saying it is what it is. You scanned your music until you reached the song you were looking for. "Could you hit play when I say so, please?" Lily nodded and grabbed the phone. You dropped you that and started to take off your shit.
"What in the hell do you think your doing!" He yelled and covered your eyes. You crinkled your brow at him before it clicked. A coy grin spread on your face.
"Something bothering you, Potter?" You teased and you slid off your pants as well, leaving you in your leotard and a pair of pink tights. His eyes were still covered and Lilly was stifling giggles. You tied a black ballet skirt around your waist and leaned on the bar. "For Merlin's sake, Potter! Do you really think I'd strip nude in front of you?" You laughed. He brought his hands away from his face and recomposed himself seeing as you were still covered,. It matter how scandalous the outfit was.
"N-no," he stuttered, still not looking. At you. He knew as soon as he did he would start to blush and he would not give you that satisfaction. You set yourself up and took a breath removing them from the world like you had to do in class.
"Lily? Can you play it please?" Your voice came out shaky. The music began to play and you settled yourself before starting the routine you knew by heart. You had to make sure not to focus on the other two persons in the room. Yas soon as you took notice of them you knew your stage fright would over all of your senses and you would become a stuttering limp noodle incapable of doing anything. You were very careful with who you danced around. Your father watched you on a regular basis because 'he paid for lessons and for ficks sake he was goin to watch it'. You always laughed at him and then let him see. But your half brother and step mother never saw a lick of anything. Well, that's a lie, Scorpius' had walked in on you ounce, but you had caught him and broke your ankle. He had felt so terrible that he couldn't meet your eyes for weeks.
You finished the dance with grace and let the last of the music settle in your bones before coming out of your finishing position and, shyly, face the two of them. You wrapped your hands around your body and ran back to your jeans and t-shirt. You quickly changed.
"So, worthy of your sister?" James closed his mouth, still in shock something so beautiful could come out of a Malfoy. How a Malfoy could actually look beautiful. He snapped himself out of it quickly enough though and nodded.
"I suppose it'll do. But if I hear one complaint I will march down here and demand a new teacher," he sneered. You smiled and slung your bag on your shoulder again, taking a drink of your water and ready to pass out.
"Well, I'm glad you approve. How about you, Lily? Do you want to dance here?" She nodded vigorously and smiled. You couldn't help but reciprocate her smile. She was too cute.
You walked the two back out of the maze of studios and offices and back to the lobby where her parents were waiting. Ginny was looking at leotards and tights with a pained expression, like she didn't know what she was doing.
"We're back!" You said. Lily ran from your grip and latched onto her mother's leg.
"Is miss.Malfoy going to be my teacher? Please say yes! Please please pleeeeeease!" You chuckled and leaned against the doorway.
"I'm sure if you ask nicely," Ginny responded looking at her daughter lovingly and making you jealous. You had never had a loving mother look at you like that. You had a father who looked at you like that, but it was just different.
"Miss. Malfoy, will you please teach me?" She begged. You smiled.
"I think that can be arranged, Lily. And please, call me Y/N. I'm no one special enough to earn that much of a title," you laughed. She beamed and launched herself at you, hugging you tightly. You hugged her back and sent her to her mother and father again. Ginny walked over to you.
"You wouldn't happen to know anything about… Apparel or anything would you?" You smiled at her.
"I know a bit. What are you having trouble with? " Well, I'm not sure on what to buy or how much or hair or… any of it really," she shrugged guilty. "Quidditch I can do. Ballet?" She shook her head. You smiled.
"You'll get the hang of it. You should have seen my dad when I started," you laughed.
"Telling stories about me, sweet heart?" You looked up and saw you father step in. You ran over and hugged him.
" No." You grinned cheekily.
"Uhu." He poked your nose. “What did I tell you about lying when you can;t do it.” You laughed and pushed him out the door.
“I’ll be out in a second. I just have somethings to finish.” He smiled and patted your head before walking out. “Sorry about that.” you walked back over to Ginny “As I was saying, you’ll get the hang of it eventually. But anything you need I’m here.” She smiled gratefully while Harry was eyeing you strangely. He had never seen Draco act like that. Not at school, not at work, not the few occasions he had seen him out of work. It was strange.
“Harry!” Harry snapped out of his mind as Ginny yelled at him. “Stop staring at the poor girl! Unless you want to do this,” she offered and handed him a leotard. He backed up with his hands up.
“No, definitely not.” You chuckled. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was staring at you,” you brushed him off quickly.
“It's no problem, sir. I get the death glare from parents a lot. Any how, what days work best for you? I am here everyday.”
“Wednesdays?” Harry just shrugged.
“Why did I even bring you?” She sighed.
“It's no problem, just send an owl here or just come down personally whenever you figure out the best day or times. Like I said, I’m here everyday from opening till closing.”
“And sometimes longer,” Miss Rosen scoffed. You sent her a smile.
“You’d miss me if I weren’t here so much.” She grumbled something and collected her papers, heading to the back.
“Lock up when you're done. You still have your key?”
“Yup, have a good night, Miss Rosen!”
“Uhu,” she called over her shoulder. You walked to the desk and started collecting some papers to start a file for Lily and for the Potters to fill out.
“Are we here after hours?” Ginny asked. You looked up at her.
“Not really. I mean, technically, yes. But I’m here after hours so much that I have a key and often lock up.”
“They gave you a key?” James scoffed. You faltered for a moment before putting the smile back on your face.
“It beats having someone stay with me here till ten.” You handed Ginny a few papers. “If you could fill these out and just give them back whenever you decide on a day and time. Its just a few questions and health information. Also, her first day, if she would just come in leggings in a t-shirt or a tank top that would be lovely. We’ll get her measured for a leotard and tights then, we’ll also get her shoe sizes in order.” Ginny took the papers.
“Thank you, Y/N. We’ll be back when we get these filled out.” You smiled and started to sort things in order on the desk which had turned into a complete mess. They started to file out.
“Oh! Mrs.Potter!”
“Yes?” She turned back around and you bit your lip.
“I know your family and my dad don’t exactly get along but… if you see my dad out there, could you tell him to just go along without me? It's a mess in here and it’ll bother me all night unless I clean it up.” She smiled.
“Of course, dear.” She smiled and they disappeared. You let your smile drop slightly and you quickly cleaned up the desk before triple checking all the rooms to make sure they were clean enough for the night.
The Potters stepped out of the dance studio to see Draco leaning against the building. He stood up when he heard the door, expecting his daughter, but only saw the Potter’s. He leaned back against the building.
“Malfoy?” He looked at Ginny. He hadn't expected to be addressed. “Your daughter said to go on without her. She’d be a few minutes.” Draco just chuckled and continued to lean against the building.
“Wasn’t expecting her to walk out with you. She’s always late. I swear she’s here more than her actual house. Thank you for the heads up, though.” Harry eyed Draco suspiciously.
“Did you just thank us?”
“I did, Potter. I wouldn;t get used to it though,” James scoffed and Ginny shot him a scolding look. Draco eyed James and raised his eyebrows. “I suspect your James?”
“I suspect your Draco,” James drawled. Draco rolled his eyes.
“Looks like he has just as good of comebacks as his father was,” Harry went to say something but Ginny squeezed his arm telling him to keep his mouth shut for the sake of not proving the man right. Draco nodded to Albus who waved awkwardly. “I’ll be going to see if my daughter needs any help inside. Thank you for telling me my daughter's message.” he turned and walked into the building. Ginny watched the door for a moment.
“How did he end up with a daughter as nice as she was?” She mumbled.
“He didn’t,” James muttered. They all started to walk away.
“What do you mean?” Albus asked. “She and Scorpius are two fo the nicest people in both our years. Just because you don’t like who her father is doesn’t mean she’s rude.”
“And how do you know how nice she is?” James shot back.
“She tutors me in transfigurations. She had some of the highest grades in your year, ya know.”
“She told you that?”
“No, professor Mcgonagall did when she suggested I ask her for help.” Albus shrugged.
You walked out to the front again with your arms full to see your dad leaning on the door. You frowned.
“Why are you still here? I’m going to be here for a while.” He smiled.
“Think I’d leave you to suffer this work all by yourself?” You smiled gratefully.
“Isn’t Astoria waiting at home?” You asked, putting some of the flies away.
“She’s not the most important girl in my life,” he kissed your head and put a file on the top shelf. You smiled at hearing that.
Astoria Greengrass. Your step-mother. You were happy she made your dad happy. You wouldn't have asked for anything better for him. But, she hated you. She preferred her own child and would make that perfectly clear when you were anywhere near her.
Knowing that your father still cared about you made you smile and feel welcomed in your home. Well, the manor wasn't your home. You had never felt at home there. It was too large for you, though the ballroom was extraordinary. You preferred the smaller house, which was still particularly a large place. But it wasn’t as large as the mansion, it also never felt dreary like the mansion. Both you and your father preferred the “smaller” place, while Astoria preferred the mansion. Scorpius was indifferent to the whole ordeal. He could make himself comfortable on a bed of spikes, you often joked with him. Normally earning a dry sarcastic laugh from him.
“How was class today?” Draco asked, breaking the comfortable silence as you handed him a few more files to put on the shelves that you couldn’t reach.
“It was good. I got my grand jete a bit higher today,” you said excitedly, though you knew this was all forgien to him.
“That's great!” You smiled.
“Still have no idea what I’m talking about do you?”
“Not a clue, but you seem excited about it.” You smiled wider. “That Potter kid wasn't giving you crap was he?”
“Lily?”
“The other one.”
“Albus?”
“No the other other one.”
“James?”
“That's the one. Seems like a piece of work, that one.” You chuckled and blushed lightly. Yeah, a piece of work indeed.
“No, he’s just protective. Wants the best for his siblings and such,” you shrugged. Draco scoffed. “What?”
“I was a prick like that. That's not the only thing going through his mind.”
“Dad,” you warned.
“What? I’m just saying. The other two seemed fine. He was an egotistical control freak who, let me guess, has a new girl on his arm every other week. Wait, and let me guess, it gets better, right? He also bullies the less fortunate.”
“You almost described what you were like as a kid.”
“That's because I know what they look like. And that kid was me, just different.” You rolled your eyes, your mind wandering back to the school year and the various jabs he made at you… the less fortunate…
It had been a few weeks since you had taken Lily on as a student. Since she was new to dance you had suggested twice a week and found that Lily was a very capable dancer. She caught on quickly and was very confident in her movements, though you could tell she got stressed when she wasn't able to get something right.
“That was excellent, Lily!” You praised. She smiled brightly at your praise. How about we move to the large room if you’d like, maybe even get your mother and father to watch,” you suggested. Her face lit up. “I’ll go get them. If there's someone dancing just stand on the side like usual, alright?” She nodded and practically pranced off to the large room.
You smiled at her and quickly walked to the waiting area. Her lesson was nearly over and Harry and or Ginny were normally there already. Your smile dropped when you noticed James leaning on the wall looking down at his camera.
“Hey, Potter,” You smiled. He looked up and his gaze made your heart go mad. “Your parents here?”
“No. They sent me to pick up Lily. Is she done?”
“We were going to run her routine in the large studio. Would you like to watch? She’s very proud of it.”
“Sure.”
“Follow me.” you walked him back to a door. “Just go up these steps and you’ll be on the balcony. I’ll send her up to you when she’s finished.” You left him to go up the stairs and to the balcony.
The large room was emptying out from the previous class when you entered. You had class right after you taught Lily so there was a few minutes break in between.
“Ready?” She nodded and ran out to the middle of the room. “I’ll jump in if you get stuck, ok? Just keep going if you forget a step.” She nodded and set herself up. You pressed play on the music and her music started. You watched her from the sidelines, making mental notes on what to work on with her next lesson. You jumped in on the new part and helped her through it, which she seemed grateful for.
The music ended and you smiled.
“That was great, Lily! Keep practising and I’ll see you next week. Your brother is up on the balcony if you want to go meet him. You remember how to get up there?” She nodded.
“Yep! Thank you, Y/N!” She hugged you and ran up to meet her brother as your friends started to walk in. You joined them in center to begin to stretch for class.
James was waiting for Lily when she came running up the stairs. He put his camera away and picked her up.
“That was beautiful! I got a few pictures of you doing it as well,” She smiled brightly.
“Can we watch, Y/N dance?” She asked. “She has class right now and I wanna see what the older girls do.” James forced a smile, hating the idea of being in the same room as you longer than he had to, but agreed for his sister’s sake. He carried her to the edge as they watched you and a group of girls warm up. You were talking to Margaret as you stretched. You had taken your shirt off so you were in a backless red leotard; he was slightly surprised that the leotard wasn’t green.
“Hey isn’t that the girl you're teaching and her adorable brother?” You looked away from your curly hair friend to see James and Lily watching the class. You waved and Lily waved back as James just glared at you. You slowly brought your hand back down and turned back to Margaret. “What was that about?”
“He hates me,” you shrugged.
“Why?”
“We go to the same school.” Her eyes widened.
“Wait, that's the kid who bullies you?”
“I wouldn’t say bully.”
“I would. Want me to beat him up?” You laughed.
“Maggy!”
“What? I will.” You rolled your eyes and slipped into your split.
“No. I don’t want to lose his sister as a student. She is very talented, and a joy to teach.” Margaret frowned.
“Well, whenever you want me to beat him up I’ll be all over it.” You laughed and your teacher began class.
You notice James pull Lily out half way through, which you didn’t blame him for. Class was about three hours, and that wasn’t even the end of your day. Lily looked upset, but let him carry her out without a fuss. Margaret nudged you and nodded up towards the balcony.
“What?” You whispered, pirouetting a few times.
“They left.”
“She’s probably exhausted. She danced for a vigorous hour with me.”
“Or maybe he likes you and couldn’t stop his heart from beating at the sight of you,” She hummed. You glared at her.
She and Scropius were the only two who knew of your crush on James. And now you were regretting telling her.
“Or maybe he couldn;t stand the sight of me anymore because he hates my guts.” You whispered back. She rolled her eyes.
“Probably hard,” she muttered. You smacked her shoulder and stifled laughs.
“Margaret!” She smiled at seeing you laugh. You had looked so off when you noticed them. Your stage fright getting the better of you. Now that they were gone you seemed more at ease.
“Y/N!” You looked at the teacher.
“Yes ma’am?”
“Class has ended.” You smiled.
“Sorry ma’am. Would it be a problem if I stayed here for a bit longer?”
“By a bit longer do you mean ten tonight?” You chuckled.
“Is that your hint that my day is over and to get out?” you asked with a grin. She rolled her eyes.
“Well, my day is over. Good evening, Miss. Malfoy.”
“Good evening.” You went to the player and set up your music. You had some routines you wanted to run, as well as throw some tricks.
James was tearing his already messy room apart, mumbling how he could not believe he lost something or other.
“Jamie?” Lily asked coming in. “What’s wrong?”
“I think I left the cap to my camera at the studio,” He sighed and flopped down on the bed with a huff.
“Y/N might not have left yet. She normally stays after closing.” James scoffed.
“Like I want to be in there alone with her.”
“Wouldn;t surprise me,” Albus smirked from the doorway.
“Go away, Albus.”
“You like her, admit it.”
“Why would I like a stuck up Malfoy?”
“Maybe because she isn’t stuck up?” Albus offered. “Come on, James. You know that better than anyone.” James scoffed and stood.
“I need my lid, so I suppose it's worth a shot. Tell mum and Dad I’ll be back later.” He slung his camera over his body and grabbed his jacket heading out of the room, grumbling angrily.
He walked slowly down to his sister’s studio, semi praying that it was closed and he wouldn’t have to see you. He even stopped and took pictures of random things on his way. But, alas, it was not to be.
When he got to the studio he pulled on the door which opened with ease.
Maybe he wouldn’t see you?
Wrong.
He walked up to the balcony and immediately heard someone on the floor. Being the curious person he was he peaked over to see you in front of a mat, pressed up against the wall on your toes. You ran and flipped in the air, landing on your behind. He cringed, but you got out of it with another trick. Had you meant to do that?
“Are you going to just watch me all day or are you going to at least say something?” You called up to him, prepping for another trick. He scowled and leaned over the railing. You glanced at him, sending him a small smile before running again and doing a front aerial, landing it perfectly. Though, you went over everything you could've done better in your head.
“I was just looking for my camera lid,” he grumbled down at you.
“Is that why you were studying me do a suicide?” You asked. His eyes widened.
“A wh-what?” You chuckled.
“Don’t think I didn’t see you cringe. I have excellent eyesight. The trick when I-oof-” you pushed off the ground into a roundoff back handspring. You landed it and rolled your shoulders, turning to him. “Landed on my butt. Its called a suicide. And the trick afterwards is a valdez,” you informed him. He just glared at you. You nodded awkwardly. “Nice talk. Oh, and your camera lid is on the desk out front.”
“How’d you-”
“I make sure no one left anything around the studio. If they do I leave it on the deck. You just happened to label it. J.S.P. Kind of hard not to know who that is.”
“Oh.”
You stood backwards against the mat and did four back handsprings, grimacing when you came up from the last one. You really needed a rest day. But a rest day would mean not coming into the studio. And you weren’t going to stay home with Astoria.
Walking back to the other end of the mat nearly every bone in your body cracked or creaked in some way, making james cringe. You smiled up at him.
“Not a fan of cracking bone?” You chuckled.
“There was just so much. Is that normal?” You smiled to yourself.
“Yeah. For me at least. I’m not naturally flexible so I crack a lot and I have to stretch every day in order not to get back to point A.” You stood against the wall and ran into your Front Handspring, immediately going into your back handspring.
“Will Lily be able to,” he waved his hand at you. “Do this?” You chuckled and sat down on the mat, needing to stretch for a moment.
“She’s very flexible. Her split is already down and her straddle is close. I could work with her during her lessons with acrobats. It's best to get them started young when they're growing. It gets harder when you're a teenager. So, if she works hard, yes. She could do this.” It was quiet for a few minutes as you stretched. “Your sister is very talented like her brother’s. You should be proud.” You smiled at him, standing and doing a backbend, sitting in it for a moment before coming back up, groaning as you did.
“I am. She works very hard at it.”
“Well, like you saw today, she’s moving quickly. By the time we go back to Hogwarts she should be ready to join a group class.”
“Is that good?” You smiled.
“Yes. Group classes are fun and though they don;t cover as much as a private lesson does they’re just as challenging.”
“Really?” You chuckled at his confusion. This family knew nothing about ballet or dance at all.
“Yeah I should know. I take at least four a week.”
“Four a week, really?”
“Yep. I teach on all of those days, plus one where I don’t have a lesson. And I have two days off. But, I’m still here working on technique.” You shrugged.
“So you practically live here,” he joked.
“Yeah. This is more of a home than Malfoy Manor ever has been.”
“Why, don’t love your parents?” he scoffed.
“My dad I adore. We’re surprisingly close. Me and uh, Astoria, have a… forced relationship.” He raised his eyebrows in shock at you using her first name.
“Must be honest, from the stories I've heard about the Malfoys, I wouldn't expect him to be a good parent,” James scoffed. You smiled sadly.
“Yeah, a lot of people wouldn’t. But I wouldn’t ask for a different one, as cheesy as that sounds.” You backed up against the wall and sprang off into a roundoff back tuck landing on your head. “Ah!” You sat up and rubbed your neck and head. That was going to be sore tomorrow. “Dammit!” You swore, smacking the mat. You stood up and walked back over to the end of the mat, getting ready to do it again.
“Are you alright?” You glanced at James, yoru vision swimming for a moment before focusing on him. You blinked a few times to clear the spots from vision.
“Yeah. Not the first time I’ve landed on my face,” you chuckled. You felt a tear slip down your face and wiped it away quickly.
“You're crying.”
“Thank you captain obvious,” you joked, laughing. “It just hurts a bit,” you snifled and willed the rest of the tears away, rubbing your face and neck. It was definitely going to bruise. “Yet again, not the first time. Gotta fall a couple times before you stick the landing." You got ready on the wall to push off again, but your vision fell to the side and you knew you weren't going to be able to tumble any more.
Dad’s gonna be pissed that he has to fix my head again.
You quickly rolled up the mats and looked at James who was studying. You smiled.
“Did you eat yet? I’m positively starved and I know a good pizza joint down the road.”
“Why would I want to join you?” he sneered.
Moment of being civil over.
You shrugged.
“Just thought I’d offer. My treat if you decide to join.” You looked around the room making sure everything was in place and clean.
You nodded and left the room, shutting off the lights. You checked the other rooms and grabbed your bag, changing into jeans and a black crop top with your jean jacket. You walked out and grabbed your key from your bag. You saw James bouncing awkwardly on his feet. You smiled at him.
“Change your mind?”
“You did say you were paying,” he defended. “And I am not one to pass up free food.” You laughed and double checked everything. You grabbed your notebooks from the counter and shoved them in your bag.
“Well, let's go then. The pizza place is about a block away.”
“Don’t you need to get home?” He asked.
“Worried about me, Potter?” You asked teasingly as you locked up the studio. He scoffed.
“Just asking.”
“My dad’s used to me coming home late. Though he might have to fix my head tonight,” you laughed and touched your forehead.
“It hurts?” You shrugged.
“I mean, I did land on it with full force. I didn’t jump high enough or use nearly as much power,” you chastised yourself. “It was doomed from the beginning.”
“Yet you're walking straight?”
“You were walking straight after you took that bludger to the head last year,” you chuckled. He rolled his eyes.
“That's because you Slytherin’s play dirty.” You laughed.
“I can’t control the bludgers! I’m not even a beater!” You defended yourself.
You opened the door to the pizza place and a fresh whiff of oregano cheese and dough filled your senses. You sighed.
“Donte!” You yelled. A teenager walked from the back with crossed arms.
“Y/N! What do you think I am? Your personal pizza maker?” You laughed and batted your eyes at your muggle friend.
“Maybe.”
“Your usual?” You nodded.
“Yeah, but my friend here has never been.” Donte looked at James.
“Well, take a look at the menu. I’ll tell Dominique to start making your order.”
“It's appreciated!”
“Uhu,” he called back, already headed to the back.
“Come here often, then?” James asked. You smiled.
“Is it that obvious?” You walked with him to the counter where they had a menu above the counter for ordering.
“What's good here?”
“What isn’t,” you laughed. “What kind of food do you like? They have pizza fries, garlic knots, pizza, pizza bread. Everything, realy.”
“What is it you get?”
“Garlic knots and a half of a calzone normally. I think that's what they’re cooking up back there. To be honest though I never know. They surprise me some days.”
“Who knew a Malfoy would be friends with muggles,” he sounded surprised. You hummed, holding back a snarky response.
“Did you decide? I’m Sure the little dancer over here wasn’t much help.” You rolled your eyes at his nickname.
“She really wasn’t. What do you suggest?”
“Well, if you like pizzas we sell smalls that are about six pieces. Great for taking home. Our garlic knots are pretty well known, but she’s already getting those, so I assume you’d just share with her.”
“Why would you assume that?” You asked, offended.
“Aren;t you two, ya know, a couple?” You laughed and so did James. The only difference was you cheeks flushed, wishing you were.
“No,” You answered. “He hates my guts. I just happen to teach his sister. And then he came back to the studio because he forgot something.” Dante’s confused look dropped into one of murder.
“Oh. So you're the one who’s picking on her,” he crossed his arms.
“Donte!”
“Want me to beat him up?”
“How are you and Margaret not an item yet? She offered the same thing, and no. Just-Just order him the same as me but with pizza fries.” you huffed and turned to a both near the corner. James followed you, glancing over his shoulder at Donte who was still glaring at the two of you.
“What was that about?” He scowled at you. You kept your eyes on Donte’s back, ignoring James.
“I’d be careful when he brings the food over. He’s not opposed to spitting in people’s food,” you warned before fiddling with your napkin and waited for your food. You weren’t joking. You were starving. You hadn’t had time for an actual breakfast or to pack a lunch that day. You only had an apple before you left the house and a granola bar for lunch and you couldn’t wait to get some actual food in your body.
“So are you ever going to answer me?” James asked after a moment. You looked up.
“What?”
“About your… friend?... Threatening to beat me up. Like he could touch me.” You laughed.
“Donte is the most bad ass kid in this town. I bet he could beat you in a fight.”
“That was cold, Malfoy. Saying a muggle could beat me up.”
“Oh? Would you cast a few spells on him so you’d get the upper hand?”
“Possibly.” You rolled your eyes.
“Because that sounds fair.”
“Since when do Slytherins care about being fair?” You mouth parted, but you had no words. Yet again, civil and then your back to reality. You slumped in your seat. Donte came over and glared at James as he gave you your food. “Thanks, Donny. I haven’t eaten all day,” you sighed, smelling the spices and ingredients better now that they were even closer to your nose.
Your friend pointed to you threateningly.
“You better start eating.” You laughed.
“I missed my alarm!” You laughed.
“And you had to get to the studio before your first lesson because?”
“Because I needed out of the house.”
“Mansion,” he coughed. You threw a fry at him.
“Get back to work, Ankenson!” You laughed at him.
“Of course, Miss. Malfoy,” he sarcastically bowed and left to continue working. You rolled your eyes and pulled apart one of your garlic knots. James watched the scene before grabbing a fry and eating it.
“What?” You asked when you caught him studying you. He shook his head.
“Does he know about the wizarding world?”
“Yeah. I honestly should've obliviated him but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. He found out my first year after I got home from school." You frowned and shoved the bread in your mouth remembering your first year. All the kids up to no good wanted to make nice and be your friend. Thinking you were the stereotypical Malfoy. You had no friends that year and got picked on by James like there was no tomorrow.
“Ya know, you still never answered my question. Why did he want to beat me up?” You shoved a garlic knot in your mouth.
“Becuas woo wick end e,” you mumbled.
“Come again.”
“He found out I was getting.. Uh… picked on.. I guess,” you shook your head and shoved another piece of the knot in your mouth.
“You can handle yourself though.” You looked away.
“Yeah. He’s just over protective.”
And for a good reason. You liked to think yourself strong, but you knew you weren’t. You could hold it together in the moment, but would completely collapse when you were alone. That's actually how you two met.
You had gotten into another fight with Astoria when you were eight and had been packed and leaving the mansion. Scorpius was crying in the parlor because you were leaving and your father was still at work, so there was no one to talk the situation down.
You had made it to the back of the pizza shop before completely collapsing and succumbing to sobs when a nine year old in jeans and t-shirt was walking by and saw you crying. He had taken you home after calming you down. He may have been a punk, but he was still kind. He had taken you back home and father was beyond furious at both you and Astoria. Mostly Astoria, though. You had just scared the crap out of him because he actually thought you would have gone through with it, and losing his kid was his worst fear. You and Donte had been friends ever since.
The two of you finished in near silence. The only time one of you spoke was to see if the other could have fries or a Garlic knot. You had ended up paying, like you said you would.
“I’ll pay you back in wizard money,” James said, his hands in his pockets as you two stepped out.
“Nonsense! I told you I would pay. Besides, I'm pretty sure he gave me a discount.”
“How do you even have muggle money?”
“I work at the studio, so I get paid in both since I teach magical and non-magical kids.” You explained, hopping onto the curb and balancing like you always did.
“Huh, weird. You’d think you didn;t even need to get paid.” You looked at him.
“WHats that supposed to mean?”
“Well your family’s rich.”
“So is yours,” you countered.
“Well, we don’t act like it,” he snapped back.
“Oh? So just because I don’t dress down all the time and we throw a few parties with stuffy know it all pure blooded Slytherins that makes us act like it?”
“Yeah, actually. It does!”
“Fascinating, Potter. Your way of thinking is quite dizzying. A poor, simple minded Slytherin like myself is having a hard time keeping up. Should I bow down to the Gryffindor prince now?”
“Like you don't expect everyone to do the same,” He scoffed.
“I don’t! You do understand that I hate the way people view me, right? I hate that my last name and all the little things that come with it! Having people look at me like I’m some monster! That I’m supposed to act like Slytherin’s princess!”
“Well aren’t you? You're from a family full of murders and monsters. Doesn't that automatically make you one to? A monster? A murderer?” You froze at the word murderer. Tears welled in your eyes and you turned away from the boy.
“Before you go around picking on people, James,” your voice cracked as you tried to keep your emotions in check, but obviously failing. “Try and get to know them first, they might just surprise you.” You bolted down the sidewalk and did not stop until you got home. Or, rather, to the manor.
Tears were running down your face at this point and you were sobbing, the words murderer and monster ringing in your head. You slammed the door shut and pressed your body up against it, putting your hand over your mouth to quiet the sobs. But your father had heard you arrive and stepped out of the parlor, expecting a happy daughter who had just got back from dancing. This was not what he got.
His smile fell when he saw you and quickly ushered you into the parlor where he had come from. You completely broke down and he just held you, worried about what happened. He rubbed your back until your sobs had quieted. He then sat you down on the couch.
“What happened? What's wrong?” You shook your head, looking down at your hands. “Hey, sweet heart, what happened?” You sniffled and wiped the tears from your eyes.
“Dad, am-am I a monster? Because-because of mom?” he stared at you for a moment and shook his head.
“Of course not, that wasn’t your fault. There were multiple compil-”
“But it was because of me,” you said sadly. “Because she had me. I killed mom,” you couldn’t look at him. James was right. Wherever your last name was, death happened. You had caused it last time. It was your fault that your mother died. Your real mother.
“Look at me, Y/N,” he pulled your face up to meet his. “You did not kill your mother. Whatever put this thought in your head, get it out right now. Do you understand me?” You nodded and sniffled. “Where did this come from?”
“It's-its just a thought, I've been entertaining for a while,” you mumbled. It wasn;t a complete lie.
“Possibly, but who brought this up?”
“He didn’t mean to, I don’t think.”
“Who?” He knew it couldn't have been Donte. He’d met him a few times and, though he was a rebel and got into fights every other day, he seemed to take care of his daughter and he was grateful for that.
“James,” you mumbled. He almost didn’t catch it, but he wanted to be sure before he went around throwing accusations.
“Could you say that one more time?”
“J-James. But please don’t do anything!I don't want there to be more problems!”
“More?” He raised an eyebrow and you flinched back.
Oops.
Your father may or may not have known that you had been getting picked on at school. You didn’t want him to do anything rash, like you knew he was going to do now.
“I-I mean any. Because there would have to be problems to begin with for there to be more. But-but there aren’t any problems. Ever. Nope. None.” you faked a yawn and looked up at the mantel’s clock. “Would you look at the time? I’m beat! I-I’ll see you tomorrow, Dad. And please don't say anything. To any one. Ever.” You rushed out of the room, hoping he wouldn’t say anything.
But as Draco watched you scurry out of the room, he knew he had to. He didn't even know you were getting picked on. And by a Potter! How many times had a Potter made you cry and he was unaware there was even a problem? No way was this going to slide by him. Not happening.
“Potter!” Draco called and jogged over to Harry who turned and looked at him suspiciously.
“Yes, Malfoy? Can I help you with something?” Draco hesitated.
“Can I talk to you in private?” Harry gave him a look but complied. They walked into an empty office.
“What do you want?”
“I want to talk about your son and my daughter.” Harry furrowed his eyebrows.
“I don’t understand.”
“Your son said a few… choice words that made my daughter upset the other night and apparently it has been going on for a while.”
“Like what?”
“I’m not sure exactly, but she came home in tears last night asking if she were a monster because of a…” He cleared his throat. “An accident that happened when she was born.” Harry understood immediately. He had known about Draco’s first marriage and how that ended. “I then asked why she was thinking this and she asked me not to say anything, but I care for her… a lot.” Harry nodded.
“I’ll talk to James. I’m sorry she had to go through that. You as well.” Draco nodded and cleared his throat again.
“Yes, um, thank you.” Draco walked past Harry and out of the conference room. Harry thought about how the tables had turned. But it still wasn’t right. No matter what happened in their childhood.
“James! Can I talk to you for a second?” Harry called to his son who was playing with Lily in the yard as if nothing had happened yesterday. He had spent the night convincing himself that she had deserved it. That Malfoys and Slytherin’s like that didn’t have emotions. It cleared his conscience and took away his guilt.
“Yeah, dad!” He dropped Lily and ran into the house. Harry took him to the empty dining room, not wanting to rope Ginny into this. “Whats up.”
“Did you say anything that might’ve upset Y/N Malfoy yesterday?” James’ mouth dropped.
“The snitch!”
“So you did?”
“She deserved it,” he grumbled. “I can’t believe she snitched to her father,” he scoffed.
“She didn’t.” James looked up, confused. “Apparently she came home in tears the other night because of whatever you told her. What did you say exactly.”
“Uh-” James rubbed the back of his head. “Just that all Slytherin’s like her never had good intentions and uh- that her family was full of murderous monsters?” Harry stared at his son. He couldn't believe what he had just heard.
“James, do you know about her at home life?”
“She lives in a grand old manor with a huge ballroom, and her parents.”
“Parent. Astoria isn’t Y/N’s real mother.”
“Ok? That sucks but-”
“Her mother died from complications of childbirth.” Harry clarified. James stopped. He hadn’t known you had an actual mother. Albus walked in and read the uncomfortable air.
“What did I just walk in on?”
“Just talking about the way James treats a few of his classmates.”
“You told him you bully Y/N? Thank Merlin!” Harry’s eyebrows shot up and he glanced at his son who was glaring at his other son. “Oh. That wasn’t the conversation, was it? I’m just going to leave now.” He ran out of the room before James could grab him. Harry crossed his arms.
“So you're also a bully?”
“She’s a bi-jerk. Thinks she’s better than the rest of us.” Lily came prancing in the room with Ginny, who was holding a bag.
“Hi, Harry. Hi James.” She kissed the two on the cheeks and Lily jumped on the counter.
“Daddy! You should come next time! Y/N taught me a new turn and asked if I had an interest in par-su-ing acrobatics!”
“Pursuing,"he corrected her with a smile "I thought you didn't have a lesson today sweetie.”
“I had to run to a few places and Lily didn't want to go. We stopped at the studio to pick up a few things and Y/N asked if she would rather take an extra lesson. So while I ran boring errands, she got a free dance lesson.”
Harry eyed James.
“Jerk? Really? She sounds horrid. Have you even ever had a conversation with her?” James grumbled a no. Ginny looked between the two.
“What happened?”
“James made her cry the other day.” Ginny raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms at her son.
“Did he now?” Lily frowned at her brother.
“Thats rude. Especially since she took you to a pizza place yesterday.”
“How’d you know about that.” Lily handed him his camera lid.
“You forgot this again. She also told me to ask you to forgive her for whatever she said wrong. She seemed upset today,” Lily frowned.
“See! She’s using my family against me. Manipulative! She told her dad in, obviously fake, tears and told him to complain to you about a miniscule fight!”
“A minuscule fight where you called her entire family murderous monsters. And she told Draco not to say anything.”
“You called the Malfoys murderous monsters?” Ginny asked, looking at her son, half proud half disappointed.
“I-I didn’t think she’d cry about it! She never does!” Albus walked in, deciding it was a good time to stop eavesdropping.
“Actually she does. Every time. Same spot by the lake. She’s fine until she’s alone. Scorpius and I saw her sobbing one day.” James’ mouth went dry. He had made you sob everytime he picked on you? How did you still have tears? “What did she even do to you?" Albus asked, actually curious. He remembered James complaining about you since the first summer after Hogwarts, though he had never given a reason why.
Ginny and Harry gave him a disappointed look.
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry! I didn’t know!” James yelled in defense.
“And that makes it better?” Ginny asked, disappointed in her son.
“No,” he mumbled. “I’ll apologize.”
“You better bet your-”
“Ginny.” Ginny took a breath.
“Yes you will. Tomorrow. Go to bed.” James rolled his eyes and walked up to his room without complaint.
James woke up late that day, dreading his task. Not only did he have to apologize to a Malfoy, but he had the strange feeling of guilt. Were you as terrible as he thought? He had only talked to you once before he found out you were a Malfoy. On the train. He had been utterly lost and you had wandered into his compartment asking if he wanted to share your bag of sweets, which was quite large. It was literally a duffle bag filled to the brim with all sorts of candies.
“Mind if I join you?” An eleven year old you asked. He looked up from his wand to see you standing awkwardly at the door. Butterflies beat in his stomach.
“Uh-yeah, sure!” he smiled. You smiled and slid into his compartment. You settled in front of him and sat the bag on your lap. You looked out the doors and back at him, motioning for him to come towards you. He leaned forward in his seat. And you smirked, making him nervous.
“Wanna see my stash?” He eyed you suspiciously. Before he could say no, you opened your bag to reveal it filled top to bottom and everywhere in between with chocolate. His mouth dropped open at the sight of it all. There was so much.
“Wow. Where did you get all this?” You laughed and dug in it, pulling out a chocolate frog.
“I have my ways. Want some?”
“Can I?”
“Wouldn’t have offered if you couldn’t!” You slid the bag from your shoulder and sat it on the floor in between you so you could both eat it at your pleasure. You two talked the entire train ride. The butterflies in both of your stomachs were going insane.
You were careful not to reveal your last name to him. Maybe if he got to know you first he wouldn’t hate you, like you assumed most people would when they heard your last name. But then you heard him say his last name.
“By the way, I’m James Potter,” he smiled. Your heart sank. The stories of your family history goes back centuries of Potters and Malfoys hating each other. Your father and his. Lucius and James. It went back even further than that. You smiled through the panic.
“Y/N. So you like quidditch?” You had quickly changed the subject, not wanting him to ask more. Luckily, he didn;t seem to notice and he adored quidditch, just like you. But then it all just went wrong at the sorting Ceremony.
He stared at his ceiling for a minute. Those same damn feelings rising in his chest when he thought about you. Not about how you were a stuck up Malfoy, but how you were an eleven year old girl on the Hogwarts express asking to share some candy with him and talk about his family and anything quidditch.
“I’m just a jerk,” he mumbled to himself.”
“A big dumb jerk, yes,” Albus said from the doorway. He sat up and stared daggers at his brother.
“What did I say about coming into my room?”
“And what did I say about you liking her?” He sneered at his younger brother.
“I don’t like her.”
“Lies.” Albus walked into his room. “You better get down to the studio soon. They close in about three hours. And don’t screw up. Just because her dad was a jerk to ours doesn;t mean she’s rude.”
“Yeah, thanks for the second lecture. Now get out of my room.” Albus held up his hands and walked out leaving James to get ready. He threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt, still half asleep and the other half of his thoughts were on you. “Merlin, I’m a mess,” he muttered as he slid his camera over his shoulder and headed downstairs. Harry was sitting at the dining room table with Ginny. “Morning.” He grumbled out and went into the kitchen to grab a drink before heading out.
“It's afternoon!” Harry called into him.
“So I see!” He chugged a water and looked towards the cupboard that had the chocolate stash. Without a second though he grabbed a small fabric drawstring bag from the shelf and filled it with chocolate. “I’m going down to apologize,” he muttered. Harry nodded in approval and James left the house, quickly making his way down the sidewalk and to the dance studio before closing hours.
He stepped into the building and walked past a bunch of girls who he knew were staring at him. He walked to the front desk and smiled at the woman working.
“Hello, can I help you?”
“Yes, I’m looking for Y/N Malfoy. I have some business I would like to discuss with her.”
“She is currently teaching the new ones, but you can wait up in the balcony for her. I’ll send someone back to tell her you want to speak to her before she goes back to work on her other dances. She didn't look well today, probably landed on her head again and didn’t get it checked out,” she sighed. James swallowed. Had he made you so upset yesterday that you hadn’t gotten your dad to look at your head?
Why did he care this much? Maybe it was because since he found out that you had cried about it, he realized you weren't heartless like he had tried to convince himself. That you were actually kind and that he had wasted five years picking on you instead of talking to you.
He sighed and walked up the stairs to the nearly empty sitting section. He went to his spot by the railing and looked over. You were helping itty bitty ones, looked around three and four. You cheered for them, teased them, and held them. He noticed how gentle you were with them. He frowned deeper.
Merlin, I’m an ignorant jerk.
You were helping Abby with her plie when Margaret walked in. You looked up at her and waved with a smile, but she didn't have the same expression on her face.
“What's wrong? Why are you still here?”
“I was heading out when Miss. Rosier stopped me. Apparently someone,” she glanced up in the balcony, “is here to see you." You followed her gaze to James. “Claims to have some business.” Your entire body tensed. Your heartbeat picked up and you looked down. “I can stay. This is the last class today so it would just be us thr-”
“It's fine, Maggy. Go home. Your mum must be ready to kill you for not being there already. She has four little ones to juggle,” you chuckled and went back to helping the little girl.
“Are you sure?”
“I’ll be fine. Thank you, though.” Your friend eyed James before nodding and leaving. You swallowed. You weren’t emotionally prepared for this.
Class finished up too quickly and the girls left the studio to go home and to their families. You stayed in the large studio and James stayed where he was up top.
“Might as well come down here, Potter. No matter how much you think I’m not going to cast a curse on you.” James walked down and into the studio, you noticed he had his shoes in his hands and was grateful for that. It was one of your biggest pet peeves. “What was your business with me?” You asked, turning around to meet his gaze.
“I wanted to say I was sorry. For what I said the other day.” You shook your head.
“I know my father went to yours. You probably think me a snitch along with a murderous monster.” He swallowed at your words. He hadn’t exactly meant what he said.
“I don’t think you any of that.”
“Then why did you say it?” He stayed silent. He couldn’t answer that question. You sighed and sat on the floor.
“I’m also sorry for the way I’ve been treating you since first year. Since I found you were a Malfoy and all.” You smiled sadly.
“Yeah, well, there was a reason I didn’t tell you my first name on the train. Especially after you told me your last name.” He sat down in front of you.
“I-I shouldn’t have judged you based off of your last name. I know better. I knew better.”
“It's fine, really.”
“But it's really not.” He sighed. “I mean, my brother is friends with your brother and I don’t go picking on him. It's not fair and I really am sorry. I’m not just saying that. And I also didn’t know about your… your mom,” you swallowed.
“It was a long time ago.”
“But you blame yourself and I didn’t help. You're not a murderer, and neither is your entire family. I really am sorry about that. And for the loss of her.” You looked him in his eyes and only saw sincerity. You smiled.
“Thank you, James. It actually means a lot to me.” He smiled and handed you the bag of chocolate he had brought. “Whats this?”
“This is my stash. Wanna see?” He whispered. You smiled and he opened it up to reveal chocolate. You laughed and smiled brightly. Sadness was still laced throughout it, but it was happier.
“You remembered our first meeting?”
“Considering I thought you were going to ask me to do drugs with you, yes.” Your eyes widened.
“That is not what you thought! Did I really look like a drug dealer?” He smirked.
“No. I just figured that's what the bag was about when you said it the way you did.” You laughed and looked at the bag.
“Can I?”
“I brought it for you, a peace offering. Maybe to try and start again?” You smiled and took out two chocolate frogs, handing him one.
“Hi, I’m Y/N. Want to share my chocolate?” He smiled and took the frog from you.
“I’d love to.”
“Don’t you dare eat on this floor though!” He laughed and put the frog in his pocket.
“I wouldn't dream of it.”
“No, he’s just protective. Wants the best for his siblings and such,” you shrugged. Draco scoffed. “What?”
“I was a prick like that. That's not the only thing going through his mind.”
“Dad,” you warned.
“What? I’m just saying. The other two seemed fine. He was an egotistical control freak who, let me guess, has a new girl on his arm every other week. Wait, and let me guess, it gets better, right? He also bullies the less fortunate.”
“You almost described what you were like as a kid.”
“That's because I know what they look like. And that kid was me, just different.” You rolled your eyes, your mind wandering back to the school year and the various jabs he made at you… the less fortunate…
It had been a few weeks since you had taken Lily on as a student. Since she was new to dance you had suggested twice a week and found that Lily was a very capable dancer. She caught on quickly and was very confident in her movements, though you could tell she got stressed when she wasn't able to get something right.
“That was excellent, Lily!” You praised. She smiled brightly at your praise. How about we move to the large room if you’d like, maybe even get your mother and father to watch,” you suggested. Her face lit up. “I’ll go get them. If there's someone dancing just stand on the side like usual, alright?” She nodded and practically pranced off to the large room.
You smiled at her and quickly walked to the waiting area. Her lesson was nearly over and Harry and or Ginny were normally there already. Your smile dropped when you noticed James leaning on the wall looking down at his camera.
“Hey, Potter,” You smiled. He looked up and his gaze made your heart go mad. “Your parents here?”
“No. They sent me to pick up Lily. Is she done?”
“We were going to run her routine in the large studio. Would you like to watch? She’s very proud of it.”
“Sure.”
“Follow me.” you walked him back to a door. “Just go up these steps and you’ll be on the balcony. I’ll send her up to you when she’s finished.” You left him to go up the stairs and to the balcony.
The large room was emptying out from the previous class when you entered. You had class right after you taught Lily so there was a few minutes break in between.
“Ready?” She nodded and ran out to the middle of the room. “I’ll jump in if you get stuck, ok? Just keep going if you forget a step.” She nodded and set herself up. You pressed play on the music and her music started. You watched her from the sidelines, making mental notes on what to work on with her next lesson. You jumped in on the new part and helped her through it, which she seemed grateful for.
The music ended and you smiled.
“That was great, Lily! Keep practising and I’ll see you next week. Your brother is up on the balcony if you want to go meet him. You remember how to get up there?” She nodded.
“Yep! Thank you, Y/N!” She hugged you and ran up to meet her brother as your friends started to walk in. You joined them in center to begin to stretch for class.
James was waiting for Lily when she came running up the stairs. He put his camera away and picked her up.
“That was beautiful! I got a few pictures of you doing it as well,” She smiled brightly.
“Can we watch, Y/N dance?” She asked. “She has class right now and I wanna see what the older girls do.” James forced a smile, hating the idea of being in the same room as you longer than he had to, but agreed for his sister’s sake. He carried her to the edge as they watched you and a group of girls warm up. You were talking to Margaret as you stretched. You had taken your shirt off so you were in a backless red leotard; he was slightly surprised that the leotard wasn’t green.
“Hey isn’t that the girl you're teaching and her adorable brother?” You looked away from your curly hair friend to see James and Lily watching the class. You waved and Lily waved back as James just glared at you. You slowly brought your hand back down and turned back to Margaret. “What was that about?”
“He hates me,” you shrugged.
“Why?”
“We go to the same school.” Her eyes widened.
“Wait, that's the kid who bullies you?”
“I wouldn’t say bully.”
“I would. Want me to beat him up?” You laughed.
“Maggy!”
“What? I will.” You rolled your eyes and slipped into your split.
“No. I don’t want to lose his sister as a student. She is very talented, and a joy to teach.” Margaret frowned.
“Well, whenever you want me to beat him up I’ll be all over it.” You laughed and your teacher began class.
You notice James pull Lily out half way through, which you didn’t blame him for. Class was about three hours, and that wasn’t even the end of your day. Lily looked upset, but let him carry her out without a fuss. Margaret nudged you and nodded up towards the balcony.
“What?” You whispered, pirouetting a few times.
“They left.”
“She’s probably exhausted. She danced for a vigorous hour with me.”
“Or maybe he likes you and couldn’t stop his heart from beating at the sight of you,” She hummed. You glared at her.
She and Scropius were the only two who knew of your crush on James. And now you were regretting telling her.
“Or maybe he couldn;t stand the sight of me anymore because he hates my guts.” You whispered back. She rolled her eyes.
“Probably hard,” she muttered. You smacked her shoulder and stifled laughs.
“Margaret!” She smiled at seeing you laugh. You had looked so off when you noticed them. Your stage fright getting the better of you. Now that they were gone you seemed more at ease.
“Y/N!” You looked at the teacher.
“Yes ma’am?”
“Class has ended.” You smiled.
“Sorry ma’am. Would it be a problem if I stayed here for a bit longer?”
“By a bit longer do you mean ten tonight?” You chuckled.
“Is that your hint that my day is over and to get out?” you asked with a grin. She rolled her eyes.
“Well, my day is over. Good evening, Miss. Malfoy.”
“Good evening.” You went to the player and set up your music. You had some routines you wanted to run, as well as throw some tricks.
James was tearing his already messy room apart, mumbling how he could not believe he lost something or other.
“Jamie?” Lily asked coming in. “What’s wrong?”
“I think I left the cap to my camera at the studio,” He sighed and flopped down on the bed with a huff.
“Y/N might not have left yet. She normally stays after closing.” James scoffed.
“Like I want to be in there alone with her.”
“Wouldn;t surprise me,” Albus smirked from the doorway.
“Go away, Albus.”
“You like her, admit it.”
“Why would I like a stuck up Malfoy?”
“Maybe because she isn’t stuck up?” Albus offered. “Come on, James. You know that better than anyone.” James scoffed and stood.
“I need my lid, so I suppose it's worth a shot. Tell mum and Dad I’ll be back later.” He slung his camera over his body and grabbed his jacket heading out of the room, grumbling angrily.
He walked slowly down to his sister’s studio, semi praying that it was closed and he wouldn’t have to see you. He even stopped and took pictures of random things on his way. But, alas, it was not to be.
When he got to the studio he pulled on the door which opened with ease.
Maybe he wouldn’t see you?
Wrong.
He walked up to the balcony and immediately heard someone on the floor. Being the curious person he was he peaked over to see you in front of a mat, pressed up against the wall on your toes. You ran and flipped in the air, landing on your behind. He cringed, but you got out of it with another trick. Had you meant to do that?
“Are you going to just watch me all day or are you going to at least say something?” You called up to him, prepping for another trick. He scowled and leaned over the railing. You glanced at him, sending him a small smile before running again and doing a front aerial, landing it perfectly. Though, you went over everything you could've done better in your head.
“I was just looking for my camera lid,” he grumbled down at you.
“Is that why you were studying me do a suicide?” You asked. His eyes widened.
“A wh-what?” You chuckled.
“Don’t think I didn’t see you cringe. I have excellent eyesight. The trick when I-oof-” you pushed off the ground into a roundoff back handspring. You landed it and rolled your shoulders, turning to him. “Landed on my butt. Its called a suicide. And the trick afterwards is a valdez,” you informed him. He just glared at you. You nodded awkwardly. “Nice talk. Oh, and your camera lid is on the desk out front.”
“How’d you-”
“I make sure no one left anything around the studio. If they do I leave it on the deck. You just happened to label it. J.S.P. Kind of hard not to know who that is.”
“Oh.”
You stood backwards against the mat and did four back handsprings, grimacing when you came up from the last one. You really needed a rest day. But a rest day would mean not coming into the studio. And you weren’t going to stay home with Astoria.
Walking back to the other end of the mat nearly every bone in your body cracked or creaked in some way, making james cringe. You smiled up at him.
“Not a fan of cracking bone?” You chuckled.
“There was just so much. Is that normal?” You smiled to yourself.
“Yeah. For me at least. I’m not naturally flexible so I crack a lot and I have to stretch every day in order not to get back to point A.” You stood against the wall and ran into your Front Handspring, immediately going into your back handspring.
“Will Lily be able to,” he waved his hand at you. “Do this?” You chuckled and sat down on the mat, needing to stretch for a moment.
“She’s very flexible. Her split is already down and her straddle is close. I could work with her during her lessons with acrobats. It's best to get them started young when they're growing. It gets harder when you're a teenager. So, if she works hard, yes. She could do this.” It was quiet for a few minutes as you stretched. “Your sister is very talented like her brother’s. You should be proud.” You smiled at him, standing and doing a backbend, sitting in it for a moment before coming back up, groaning as you did.
“I am. She works very hard at it.”
“Well, like you saw today, she’s moving quickly. By the time we go back to Hogwarts she should be ready to join a group class.”
“Is that good?” You smiled.
“Yes. Group classes are fun and though they don;t cover as much as a private lesson does they’re just as challenging.”
“Really?” You chuckled at his confusion. This family knew nothing about ballet or dance at all.
“Yeah I should know. I take at least four a week.”
“Four a week, really?”
“Yep. I teach on all of those days, plus one where I don’t have a lesson. And I have two days off. But, I’m still here working on technique.” You shrugged.
“So you practically live here,” he joked.
“Yeah. This is more of a home than Malfoy Manor ever has been.”
“Why, don’t love your parents?” he scoffed.
“My dad I adore. We’re surprisingly close. Me and uh, Astoria, have a… forced relationship.” He raised his eyebrows in shock at you using her first name.
“Must be honest, from the stories I've heard about the Malfoys, I wouldn't expect him to be a good parent,” James scoffed. You smiled sadly.
“Yeah, a lot of people wouldn’t. But I wouldn’t ask for a different one, as cheesy as that sounds.” You backed up against the wall and sprang off into a roundoff back tuck landing on your head. “Ah!” You sat up and rubbed your neck and head. That was going to be sore tomorrow. “Dammit!” You swore, smacking the mat. You stood up and walked back over to the end of the mat, getting ready to do it again.
“Are you alright?” You glanced at James, yoru vision swimming for a moment before focusing on him. You blinked a few times to clear the spots from vision.
“Yeah. Not the first time I’ve landed on my face,” you chuckled. You felt a tear slip down your face and wiped it away quickly.
“You're crying.”
“Thank you captain obvious,” you joked, laughing. “It just hurts a bit,” you snifled and willed the rest of the tears away, rubbing your face and neck. It was definitely going to bruise. “Yet again, not the first time. Gotta fall a couple times before you stick the landing." You got ready on the wall to push off again, but your vision fell to the side and you knew you weren't going to be able to tumble any more.
Dad’s gonna be pissed that he has to fix my head again.
You quickly rolled up the mats and looked at James who was studying. You smiled.
“Did you eat yet? I’m positively starved and I know a good pizza joint down the road.”
“Why would I want to join you?” he sneered.
Moment of being civil over.
You shrugged.
“Just thought I’d offer. My treat if you decide to join.” You looked around the room making sure everything was in place and clean.
You nodded and left the room, shutting off the lights. You checked the other rooms and grabbed your bag, changing into jeans and a black crop top with your jean jacket. You walked out and grabbed your key from your bag. You saw James bouncing awkwardly on his feet. You smiled at him.
“Change your mind?”
“You did say you were paying,” he defended. “And I am not one to pass up free food.” You laughed and double checked everything. You grabbed your notebooks from the counter and shoved them in your bag.
“Well, let's go then. The pizza place is about a block away.”
“Don’t you need to get home?” He asked.
“Worried about me, Potter?” You asked teasingly as you locked up the studio. He scoffed.
“Just asking.”
“My dad’s used to me coming home late. Though he might have to fix my head tonight,” you laughed and touched your forehead.
“It hurts?” You shrugged.
“I mean, I did land on it with full force. I didn’t jump high enough or use nearly as much power,” you chastised yourself. “It was doomed from the beginning.”
“Yet you're walking straight?”
“You were walking straight after you took that bludger to the head last year,” you chuckled. He rolled his eyes.
“That's because you Slytherin’s play dirty.” You laughed.
“I can’t control the bludgers! I’m not even a beater!” You defended yourself.
You opened the door to the pizza place and a fresh whiff of oregano cheese and dough filled your senses. You sighed.
“Donte!” You yelled. A teenager walked from the back with crossed arms.
“Y/N! What do you think I am? Your personal pizza maker?” You laughed and batted your eyes at your muggle friend.
“Maybe.”
“Your usual?” You nodded.
“Yeah, but my friend here has never been.” Donte looked at James.
“Well, take a look at the menu. I’ll tell Dominique to start making your order.”
“It's appreciated!”
“Uhu,” he called back, already headed to the back.
“Come here often, then?” James asked. You smiled.
“Is it that obvious?” You walked with him to the counter where they had a menu above the counter for ordering.
“What's good here?”
“What isn’t,” you laughed. “What kind of food do you like? They have pizza fries, garlic knots, pizza, pizza bread. Everything, realy.”
“What is it you get?”
“Garlic knots and a half of a calzone normally. I think that's what they’re cooking up back there. To be honest though I never know. They surprise me some days.”
“Who knew a Malfoy would be friends with muggles,” he sounded surprised. You hummed, holding back a snarky response.
“Did you decide? I’m Sure the little dancer over here wasn’t much help.” You rolled your eyes at his nickname.
“She really wasn’t. What do you suggest?”
“Well, if you like pizzas we sell smalls that are about six pieces. Great for taking home. Our garlic knots are pretty well known, but she’s already getting those, so I assume you’d just share with her.”
“Why would you assume that?” You asked, offended.
“Aren;t you two, ya know, a couple?” You laughed and so did James. The only difference was you cheeks flushed, wishing you were.
“No,” You answered. “He hates my guts. I just happen to teach his sister. And then he came back to the studio because he forgot something.” Dante’s confused look dropped into one of murder.
“Oh. So you're the one who’s picking on her,” he crossed his arms.
“Donte!”
“Want me to beat him up?”
“How are you and Margaret not an item yet? She offered the same thing, and no. Just-Just order him the same as me but with pizza fries.” you huffed and turned to a both near the corner. James followed you, glancing over his shoulder at Donte who was still glaring at the two of you.
“What was that about?” He scowled at you. You kept your eyes on Donte’s back, ignoring James.
“I’d be careful when he brings the food over. He’s not opposed to spitting in people’s food,” you warned before fiddling with your napkin and waited for your food. You weren’t joking. You were starving. You hadn’t had time for an actual breakfast or to pack a lunch that day. You only had an apple before you left the house and a granola bar for lunch and you couldn’t wait to get some actual food in your body.
“So are you ever going to answer me?” James asked after a moment. You looked up.
“What?”
“About your… friend?... Threatening to beat me up. Like he could touch me.” You laughed.
“Donte is the most bad ass kid in this town. I bet he could beat you in a fight.”
“That was cold, Malfoy. Saying a muggle could beat me up.”
“Oh? Would you cast a few spells on him so you’d get the upper hand?”
“Possibly.” You rolled your eyes.
“Because that sounds fair.”
“Since when do Slytherins care about being fair?” You mouth parted, but you had no words. Yet again, civil and then your back to reality. You slumped in your seat. Donte came over and glared at James as he gave you your food. “Thanks, Donny. I haven’t eaten all day,” you sighed, smelling the spices and ingredients better now that they were even closer to your nose.
Your friend pointed to you threateningly.
“You better start eating.” You laughed.
“I missed my alarm!” You laughed.
“And you had to get to the studio before your first lesson because?”
“Because I needed out of the house.”
“Mansion,” he coughed. You threw a fry at him.
“Get back to work, Ankenson!” You laughed at him.
“Of course, Miss. Malfoy,” he sarcastically bowed and left to continue working. You rolled your eyes and pulled apart one of your garlic knots. James watched the scene before grabbing a fry and eating it.
“What?” You asked when you caught him studying you. He shook his head.
“Does he know about the wizarding world?”
“Yeah. I honestly should've obliviated him but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. He found out my first year after I got home from school." You frowned and shoved the bread in your mouth remembering your first year. All the kids up to no good wanted to make nice and be your friend. Thinking you were the stereotypical Malfoy. You had no friends that year and got picked on by James like there was no tomorrow.
“Ya know, you still never answered my question. Why did he want to beat me up?” You shoved a garlic knot in your mouth.
“Becuas woo wick end e,” you mumbled.
“Come again.”
“He found out I was getting.. Uh… picked on.. I guess,” you shook your head and shoved another piece of the knot in your mouth.
“You can handle yourself though.” You looked away.
“Yeah. He’s just over protective.”
And for a good reason. You liked to think yourself strong, but you knew you weren’t. You could hold it together in the moment, but would completely collapse when you were alone. That's actually how you two met.
You had gotten into another fight with Astoria when you were eight and had been packed and leaving the mansion. Scorpius was crying in the parlor because you were leaving and your father was still at work, so there was no one to talk the situation down.
You had made it to the back of the pizza shop before completely collapsing and succumbing to sobs when a nine year old in jeans and t-shirt was walking by and saw you crying. He had taken you home after calming you down. He may have been a punk, but he was still kind. He had taken you back home and father was beyond furious at both you and Astoria. Mostly Astoria, though. You had just scared the crap out of him because he actually thought you would have gone through with it, and losing his kid was his worst fear. You and Donte had been friends ever since.
The two of you finished in near silence. The only time one of you spoke was to see if the other could have fries or a Garlic knot. You had ended up paying, like you said you would.
“I’ll pay you back in wizard money,” James said, his hands in his pockets as you two stepped out.
“Nonsense! I told you I would pay. Besides, I'm pretty sure he gave me a discount.”
“How do you even have muggle money?”
“I work at the studio, so I get paid in both since I teach magical and non-magical kids.” You explained, hopping onto the curb and balancing like you always did.
“Huh, weird. You’d think you didn;t even need to get paid.” You looked at him.
“WHats that supposed to mean?”
“Well your family’s rich.”
“So is yours,” you countered.
“Well, we don’t act like it,” he snapped back.
“Oh? So just because I don’t dress down all the time and we throw a few parties with stuffy know it all pure blooded Slytherins that makes us act like it?”
“Yeah, actually. It does!”
“Fascinating, Potter. Your way of thinking is quite dizzying. A poor, simple minded Slytherin like myself is having a hard time keeping up. Should I bow down to the Gryffindor prince now?”
“Like you don't expect everyone to do the same,” He scoffed.
“I don’t! You do understand that I hate the way people view me, right? I hate that my last name and all the little things that come with it! Having people look at me like I’m some monster! That I’m supposed to act like Slytherin’s princess!”
“Well aren’t you? You're from a family full of murders and monsters. Doesn't that automatically make you one to? A monster? A murderer?” You froze at the word murderer. Tears welled in your eyes and you turned away from the boy.
“Before you go around picking on people, James,” your voice cracked as you tried to keep your emotions in check, but obviously failing. “Try and get to know them first, they might just surprise you.” You bolted down the sidewalk and did not stop until you got home. Or, rather, to the manor.
Tears were running down your face at this point and you were sobbing, the words murderer and monster ringing in your head. You slammed the door shut and pressed your body up against it, putting your hand over your mouth to quiet the sobs. But your father had heard you arrive and stepped out of the parlor, expecting a happy daughter who had just got back from dancing. This was not what he got.
His smile fell when he saw you and quickly ushered you into the parlor where he had come from. You completely broke down and he just held you, worried about what happened. He rubbed your back until your sobs had quieted. He then sat you down on the couch.
“What happened? What's wrong?” You shook your head, looking down at your hands. “Hey, sweet heart, what happened?” You sniffled and wiped the tears from your eyes.
“Dad, am-am I a monster? Because-because of mom?” he stared at you for a moment and shook his head.
“Of course not, that wasn’t your fault. There were multiple compil-”
“But it was because of me,” you said sadly. “Because she had me. I killed mom,” you couldn’t look at him. James was right. Wherever your last name was, death happened. You had caused it last time. It was your fault that your mother died. Your real mother.
“Look at me, Y/N,” he pulled your face up to meet his. “You did not kill your mother. Whatever put this thought in your head, get it out right now. Do you understand me?” You nodded and sniffled. “Where did this come from?”
“It's-its just a thought, I've been entertaining for a while,” you mumbled. It wasn;t a complete lie.
“Possibly, but who brought this up?”
“He didn’t mean to, I don’t think.”
“Who?” He knew it couldn't have been Donte. He’d met him a few times and, though he was a rebel and got into fights every other day, he seemed to take care of his daughter and he was grateful for that.
“James,” you mumbled. He almost didn’t catch it, but he wanted to be sure before he went around throwing accusations.
“Could you say that one more time?”
“J-James. But please don’t do anything!I don't want there to be more problems!”
“More?” He raised an eyebrow and you flinched back.
Oops.
Your father may or may not have known that you had been getting picked on at school. You didn’t want him to do anything rash, like you knew he was going to do now.
“I-I mean any. Because there would have to be problems to begin with for there to be more. But-but there aren’t any problems. Ever. Nope. None.” you faked a yawn and looked up at the mantel’s clock. “Would you look at the time? I’m beat! I-I’ll see you tomorrow, Dad. And please don't say anything. To any one. Ever.” You rushed out of the room, hoping he wouldn’t say anything.
But as Draco watched you scurry out of the room, he knew he had to. He didn't even know you were getting picked on. And by a Potter! How many times had a Potter made you cry and he was unaware there was even a problem? No way was this going to slide by him. Not happening.
“Potter!” Draco called and jogged over to Harry who turned and looked at him suspiciously.
“Yes, Malfoy? Can I help you with something?” Draco hesitated.
“Can I talk to you in private?” Harry gave him a look but complied. They walked into an empty office.
“What do you want?”
“I want to talk about your son and my daughter.” Harry furrowed his eyebrows.
“I don’t understand.”
“Your son said a few… choice words that made my daughter upset the other night and apparently it has been going on for a while.”
“Like what?”
“I’m not sure exactly, but she came home in tears last night asking if she were a monster because of a…” He cleared his throat. “An accident that happened when she was born.” Harry understood immediately. He had known about Draco’s first marriage and how that ended. “I then asked why she was thinking this and she asked me not to say anything, but I care for her… a lot.” Harry nodded.
“I’ll talk to James. I’m sorry she had to go through that. You as well.” Draco nodded and cleared his throat again.
“Yes, um, thank you.” Draco walked past Harry and out of the conference room. Harry thought about how the tables had turned. But it still wasn’t right. No matter what happened in their childhood.
“James! Can I talk to you for a second?” Harry called to his son who was playing with Lily in the yard as if nothing had happened yesterday. He had spent the night convincing himself that she had deserved it. That Malfoys and Slytherin’s like that didn’t have emotions. It cleared his conscience and took away his guilt.
“Yeah, dad!” He dropped Lily and ran into the house. Harry took him to the empty dining room, not wanting to rope Ginny into this. “Whats up.”
“Did you say anything that might’ve upset Y/N Malfoy yesterday?” James’ mouth dropped.
“The snitch!”
“So you did?”
“She deserved it,” he grumbled. “I can’t believe she snitched to her father,” he scoffed.
“She didn’t.” James looked up, confused. “Apparently she came home in tears the other night because of whatever you told her. What did you say exactly.”
“Uh-” James rubbed the back of his head. “Just that all Slytherin’s like her never had good intentions and uh- that her family was full of murderous monsters?” Harry stared at his son. He couldn't believe what he had just heard.
“James, do you know about her at home life?”
“She lives in a grand old manor with a huge ballroom, and her parents.”
“Parent. Astoria isn’t Y/N’s real mother.”
“Ok? That sucks but-”
“Her mother died from complications of childbirth.” Harry clarified. James stopped. He hadn’t known you had an actual mother. Albus walked in and read the uncomfortable air.
“What did I just walk in on?”
“Just talking about the way James treats a few of his classmates.”
“You told him you bully Y/N? Thank Merlin!” Harry’s eyebrows shot up and he glanced at his son who was glaring at his other son. “Oh. That wasn’t the conversation, was it? I’m just going to leave now.” He ran out of the room before James could grab him. Harry crossed his arms.
“So you're also a bully?”
“She’s a bi-jerk. Thinks she’s better than the rest of us.” Lily came prancing in the room with Ginny, who was holding a bag.
“Hi, Harry. Hi James.” She kissed the two on the cheeks and Lily jumped on the counter.
“Daddy! You should come next time! Y/N taught me a new turn and asked if I had an interest in par-su-ing acrobatics!”
“Pursuing,"he corrected her with a smile "I thought you didn't have a lesson today sweetie.”
“I had to run to a few places and Lily didn't want to go. We stopped at the studio to pick up a few things and Y/N asked if she would rather take an extra lesson. So while I ran boring errands, she got a free dance lesson.”
Harry eyed James.
“Jerk? Really? She sounds horrid. Have you even ever had a conversation with her?” James grumbled a no. Ginny looked between the two.
“What happened?”
“James made her cry the other day.” Ginny raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms at her son.
“Did he now?” Lily frowned at her brother.
“Thats rude. Especially since she took you to a pizza place yesterday.”
“How’d you know about that.” Lily handed him his camera lid.
“You forgot this again. She also told me to ask you to forgive her for whatever she said wrong. She seemed upset today,” Lily frowned.
“See! She’s using my family against me. Manipulative! She told her dad in, obviously fake, tears and told him to complain to you about a miniscule fight!”
“A minuscule fight where you called her entire family murderous monsters. And she told Draco not to say anything.”
“You called the Malfoys murderous monsters?” Ginny asked, looking at her son, half proud half disappointed.
“I-I didn’t think she’d cry about it! She never does!” Albus walked in, deciding it was a good time to stop eavesdropping.
“Actually she does. Every time. Same spot by the lake. She’s fine until she’s alone. Scorpius and I saw her sobbing one day.” James’ mouth went dry. He had made you sob everytime he picked on you? How did you still have tears? “What did she even do to you?" Albus asked, actually curious. He remembered James complaining about you since the first summer after Hogwarts, though he had never given a reason why.
Ginny and Harry gave him a disappointed look.
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry! I didn’t know!” James yelled in defense.
“And that makes it better?” Ginny asked, disappointed in her son.
“No,” he mumbled. “I’ll apologize.”
“You better bet your-”
“Ginny.” Ginny took a breath.
“Yes you will. Tomorrow. Go to bed.” James rolled his eyes and walked up to his room without complaint.
James woke up late that day, dreading his task. Not only did he have to apologize to a Malfoy, but he had the strange feeling of guilt. Were you as terrible as he thought? He had only talked to you once before he found out you were a Malfoy. On the train. He had been utterly lost and you had wandered into his compartment asking if he wanted to share your bag of sweets, which was quite large. It was literally a duffle bag filled to the brim with all sorts of candies.
“Mind if I join you?” An eleven year old you asked. He looked up from his wand to see you standing awkwardly at the door. Butterflies beat in his stomach.
“Uh-yeah, sure!” he smiled. You smiled and slid into his compartment. You settled in front of him and sat the bag on your lap. You looked out the doors and back at him, motioning for him to come towards you. He leaned forward in his seat. And you smirked, making him nervous.
“Wanna see my stash?” He eyed you suspiciously. Before he could say no, you opened your bag to reveal it filled top to bottom and everywhere in between with chocolate. His mouth dropped open at the sight of it all. There was so much.
“Wow. Where did you get all this?” You laughed and dug in it, pulling out a chocolate frog.
“I have my ways. Want some?”
“Can I?”
“Wouldn’t have offered if you couldn’t!” You slid the bag from your shoulder and sat it on the floor in between you so you could both eat it at your pleasure. You two talked the entire train ride. The butterflies in both of your stomachs were going insane.
You were careful not to reveal your last name to him. Maybe if he got to know you first he wouldn’t hate you, like you assumed most people would when they heard your last name. But then you heard him say his last name.
“By the way, I’m James Potter,” he smiled. Your heart sank. The stories of your family history goes back centuries of Potters and Malfoys hating each other. Your father and his. Lucius and James. It went back even further than that. You smiled through the panic.
“Y/N. So you like quidditch?” You had quickly changed the subject, not wanting him to ask more. Luckily, he didn;t seem to notice and he adored quidditch, just like you. But then it all just went wrong at the sorting Ceremony.
He stared at his ceiling for a minute. Those same damn feelings rising in his chest when he thought about you. Not about how you were a stuck up Malfoy, but how you were an eleven year old girl on the Hogwarts express asking to share some candy with him and talk about his family and anything quidditch.
“I’m just a jerk,” he mumbled to himself.”
“A big dumb jerk, yes,” Albus said from the doorway. He sat up and stared daggers at his brother.
“What did I say about coming into my room?”
“And what did I say about you liking her?” He sneered at his younger brother.
“I don’t like her.”
“Lies.” Albus walked into his room. “You better get down to the studio soon. They close in about three hours. And don’t screw up. Just because her dad was a jerk to ours doesn;t mean she’s rude.”
“Yeah, thanks for the second lecture. Now get out of my room.” Albus held up his hands and walked out leaving James to get ready. He threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt, still half asleep and the other half of his thoughts were on you. “Merlin, I’m a mess,” he muttered as he slid his camera over his shoulder and headed downstairs. Harry was sitting at the dining room table with Ginny. “Morning.” He grumbled out and went into the kitchen to grab a drink before heading out.
“It's afternoon!” Harry called into him.
“So I see!” He chugged a water and looked towards the cupboard that had the chocolate stash. Without a second though he grabbed a small fabric drawstring bag from the shelf and filled it with chocolate. “I’m going down to apologize,” he muttered. Harry nodded in approval and James left the house, quickly making his way down the sidewalk and to the dance studio before closing hours.
He stepped into the building and walked past a bunch of girls who he knew were staring at him. He walked to the front desk and smiled at the woman working.
“Hello, can I help you?”
“Yes, I’m looking for Y/N Malfoy. I have some business I would like to discuss with her.”
“She is currently teaching the new ones, but you can wait up in the balcony for her. I’ll send someone back to tell her you want to speak to her before she goes back to work on her other dances. She didn't look well today, probably landed on her head again and didn’t get it checked out,” she sighed. James swallowed. Had he made you so upset yesterday that you hadn’t gotten your dad to look at your head?
Why did he care this much? Maybe it was because since he found out that you had cried about it, he realized you weren't heartless like he had tried to convince himself. That you were actually kind and that he had wasted five years picking on you instead of talking to you.
He sighed and walked up the stairs to the nearly empty sitting section. He went to his spot by the railing and looked over. You were helping itty bitty ones, looked around three and four. You cheered for them, teased them, and held them. He noticed how gentle you were with them. He frowned deeper.
Merlin, I’m an ignorant jerk.
You were helping Abby with her plie when Margaret walked in. You looked up at her and waved with a smile, but she didn't have the same expression on her face.
“What's wrong? Why are you still here?”
“I was heading out when Miss. Rosier stopped me. Apparently someone,” she glanced up in the balcony, “is here to see you." You followed her gaze to James. “Claims to have some business.” Your entire body tensed. Your heartbeat picked up and you looked down. “I can stay. This is the last class today so it would just be us thr-”
“It's fine, Maggy. Go home. Your mum must be ready to kill you for not being there already. She has four little ones to juggle,” you chuckled and went back to helping the little girl.
“Are you sure?”
“I’ll be fine. Thank you, though.” Your friend eyed James before nodding and leaving. You swallowed. You weren’t emotionally prepared for this.
Class finished up too quickly and the girls left the studio to go home and to their families. You stayed in the large studio and James stayed where he was up top.
“Might as well come down here, Potter. No matter how much you think I’m not going to cast a curse on you.” James walked down and into the studio, you noticed he had his shoes in his hands and was grateful for that. It was one of your biggest pet peeves. “What was your business with me?” You asked, turning around to meet his gaze.
“I wanted to say I was sorry. For what I said the other day.” You shook your head.
“I know my father went to yours. You probably think me a snitch along with a murderous monster.” He swallowed at your words. He hadn’t exactly meant what he said.
“I don’t think you any of that.”
“Then why did you say it?” He stayed silent. He couldn’t answer that question. You sighed and sat on the floor.
“I’m also sorry for the way I’ve been treating you since first year. Since I found you were a Malfoy and all.” You smiled sadly.
“Yeah, well, there was a reason I didn’t tell you my first name on the train. Especially after you told me your last name.” He sat down in front of you.
“I-I shouldn’t have judged you based off of your last name. I know better. I knew better.”
“It's fine, really.”
“But it's really not.” He sighed. “I mean, my brother is friends with your brother and I don’t go picking on him. It's not fair and I really am sorry. I’m not just saying that. And I also didn’t know about your… your mom,” you swallowed.
“It was a long time ago.”
“But you blame yourself and I didn’t help. You're not a murderer, and neither is your entire family. I really am sorry about that. And for the loss of her.” You looked him in his eyes and only saw sincerity. You smiled.
“Thank you, James. It actually means a lot to me.” He smiled and handed you the bag of chocolate he had brought. “Whats this?”
“This is my stash. Wanna see?” He whispered. You smiled and he opened it up to reveal chocolate. You laughed and smiled brightly. Sadness was still laced throughout it, but it was happier.
“You remembered our first meeting?”
“Considering I thought you were going to ask me to do drugs with you, yes.” Your eyes widened.
“That is not what you thought! Did I really look like a drug dealer?” He smirked.
“No. I just figured that's what the bag was about when you said it the way you did.” You laughed and looked at the bag.
“Can I?”
“I brought it for you, a peace offering. Maybe to try and start again?” You smiled and took out two chocolate frogs, handing him one.
“Hi, I’m Y/N. Want to share my chocolate?” He smiled and took the frog from you.
“I’d love to.”
“Don’t you dare eat on this floor though!” He laughed and put the frog in his pocket.
“I wouldn't dream of it.”
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As a fellow hands-on, craft-loving dice goblin, I've admittedly been thinking about learning how to resin cast and make dice etc! I was just curious what your process/set up is, for your sets that you make?
I've heard you don't necessarily need a pressure pot, but that it's best for getting out any bubbles. Is this a piece of equipment you use, and if so, what brand do you recommend? Or where do you find your pigments for the resin?
Sorry for bombarding you with questions, I just think your crafts and skills are neat! ♥️
Ayy no worries!
PRESSURE POT:
I DO use a pressure pot. It was a huge investment for me for sure (the one I ended up getting was $330ish. Oof.)
BUT! I didn't start off with one! The result was decent dice with lots of little bubbles on the surface of one side. Still workable as gifts for friends, though!
I'd recommend letting your resin sit for a couple minutes after you mix it so the bubbles come to the top. Then scrape them off or avoid them with your dropper or whatever!
MOLDS:
The first set I bought were those cheap little ones from Etsy that were a ripoff of the Dispel Dice set (though I didn't realize it at the time.) They are a pain in the ass to work with, so if you can, I'd just jump straight to nicer molds.
Sprue molds were a huge step up, but I hate sanding/polishing. Now, knowing what I know now, I probably would've jumped straight to slab molds, but sprue molds did me good for awhile.
Good slab molds require a LOT less finishing. I'd recommend Werpy Dice (haven't tried their slab mold yet, but they have great stuff) And Druid Dice Shop. Both have done great sprue molds, but both recently released slab molds. I've used DDS's slab mold and it's my new favorite. I think it would probably be very useable without a pressure pot if you wanted! They're also great for inserts/additives and dirty pours!
PIGMENTS/INK:
I can't recommend T-Rex ink enough. Decently priced with a great range, tbh. I've got a couple other random inks from different brands as well. I also have a small collection of glitter and mica powder that I've picked up from Michael's or etsy over time! It's kind of a slap-dash accumulation of additives. I already had gold and silver foil from art projects, so I've had a lot of fun with that!
RESIN:
I like Clearcast 7050 a LOT. HOWEVER! It turns purples and some pinks/reds into a muddy brownish color which is REALLY annoying and I ruined a LOT of dice that way. SO! I have a special supply of Art N Glow JUST for purple/pink dice. Just a heads up! I haven't tried many others though, so you may find something that works better!
IN CONCLUSION: I've done a LOT of experimenting with products and molds, etc. I wish I'd known what I know now when I first started. It'd have saved me a lot of time and money. D: So I hope that this helps streamline that process for you!
Hope this helped!
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