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Novel Length Fics (> 200,000 words) (Part 8)

Title: Unsinkable Author: Gingersoup Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Angst Chapters: 38 Word Count: 250,812 Summary: After a fight gone wrong in the Department of Mysteries, sworn enemies Draco and Hermione are thrown into a mysterious pensive-like portal and come out the other side onto the RMS Titanic. In a race against time and without their wands, the unlikely duo will have to fight against the binds of their new identities as well as their animosity toward each other in order to survive.

Title: Anchor and Rose. Author: sixth_senses Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Angst Chapters: 38 Word Count: 200,220 Summary: "Is it really a good idea to run away from war with the person you despise the most?"A hotel, A boathouse, Narcissa Malfoy's safe-house, and the world's most powerful wand left behind by Regulus Black. What else could Hermione add to the list to make her absolutely insane?Ah yes, Draco fucking Malfoy.ALSO AVAILABLE ON MY WATTPAD (sixth_senses)

Title: selfxconclusion Author: spicyxpisces Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Angst Chapters: 40 Word Count: 424,687 Summary: One year after the death of her husband, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger is trying to navigate her way through her loss. While trying to discover who she is without her husband, her friends move through their own forms of grief within their relationships.

Title: The Stars Above Us Author: embersofapril Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Fluff, Angst Chapters: 40 Word Count: 200,988 Summary: He remains silent at first, clearly unsure of what to say next. The temperature feels hot, he thinks, especially for the dungeon's standards. He feels as if he can see the air particles between them, perhaps even count how many separate them from one another.It feels odd for him to be alone with Granger in the potions lab after all this time.He catches the faint scent of strawberries and honey, reminding him to order the ingredients for his lesson on Amortentia for his NEWT classes next week.-A slow-burn, flashback-filled dramione fanfiction with a side of wolfstar.

Title: A Game of High Stakes Author: in_dreams Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Angst Chapters: 51 Word Count: 263,110 Summary: In theory, the task is simple: kill Draco Malfoy. In practice, putting a curse through the Dark Lord's favoured lieutenant will take everything Hermione has―especially since he's trying to kill her, too. Even more so when the lines between them start to blur. Sometimes, the only way out is through.

Title: Who We Are Now Author: LiloLilyAnn Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Angst Chapters: 60 Word Count: 398,717 Summary: She lived through the war, but did she actually survive it? She didn't recognize the girl who looked back at her in the mirror, sunken eyes and protruding ribs, covered in scars. This wasn’t Hermione Granger. She died alongside Lavender, Fred, Sirius, Remus... Her name wasn’t up on any walls in memoriam, but she felt like a casualty nonetheless.*****When Hermione can't seem to get past the trauma of the war and all that happened to her, she's convinced to get help for her mental health issues. Unfortunately, the Wizarding World has none... yet.

Title: Redemption/Atonement Author: LordoftheManor Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Angst, Drama Chapters: 75 Word Count: 448,946 Summary: Draco Malfoy has had a crush on Granger for years. When Blaise tells him he's heard Granger has a crush on him--Draco decides to seize the opportunity. The only problem is, Granger wants to keep things quiet. Oh and he's a Death Eater working for Lord Voldemort. Hermione Granger has been secretly pining after Draco for years, telling no one. When he suddenly confronts her after class her world turns upside down. This is a 7th year fic as if Dumbledore hadn’t been killed and Voldemort hadn’t taken over the ministry yet. Draco redemption arc. This will cover books 6 & 7.Really just an excuse to write smut about a curly haired witch and her platinum haired beau. There will be dark themes, I’ll try not to stray too far from the books with that though. Explicit sexual content.

Title: A Dangerous Collection Author: Lia_Redrose Rating: E Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 34 Word Count: 208,277 Summary: Eight years after Voldemort's defeat, Draco Malfoy has left England for good. He has become a potioneer and works in a Potion Shop in Florence. He thinks he has done with the past, until one day a famous girl with messy curls and curious eyes storms inside and asks for a cure.The words and the newborn smile died as the woman turned to face him. Her mouth opened and her facial features became confused and astonished. “Malfoy?” There were surely some deities - three at least - that hated him and conjured for that to happen, because there was no other explanation to what was happening to him. It was a catastrophe. A catastrophe Draco couldn’t escape unless he bolted out of the shop to never come back again, which was something he couldn’t do. That’s why he cleared his throat and proceeded to greet his customer with a simple and clear “Granger.”

Title: Redemption Author: gnrkrystle Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 45 Word Count: 237,960 Summary: As an Unspeakable, Hermione has been tasked with a very complicated case. All the Marked Death Eaters in Azkaban are falling ill - Draco Malfoy and Theo Nott the worst among them. She has to find out why and cure them.

Title: Finding Hermione Author: ebookdragon Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 51 Word Count: 217,753 Summary: Fifteen years after the end of the Second Wizarding War, former Hogwarts' students are sending their own children off to school for the first time. As the train leaves, Hermione makes a startling discovery about her husband and the secret life he's been living. Draco witnesses Hermione's world shatter and comes to her rescue, helping her pick up the pieces and find herself again.

Title: The Education of a Lady Author: thewanderers'wanderingdaughter Rating: M Genre(s): Drama, Horror Chapters: 34 Word Count: 365,605 Summary: Fourth and final (for real this time) part in the His Little Bird series. The story of survival, betrayal, and tragedy. A monster took everything from her. Now she's expected to be a willing participant in the world he's built for them. They want her to become one of them. She only wants vengeance, and now that she has her power back, she can make that a reality.

Title: Snow Angel Author: SunflowersXx Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 31 Word Count: 353,142 Summary: ‘To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves’- Federico Garcia Lorca. Hermione hated secrets, she hated the idea that their lives were already decided in the stars; but mostly, she hated that she had to break Draco Malfoy’s heart.Draco didn’t think he would ever know what love felt like, he didn’t think he would find it in the sun, in whiskey and in that one curl. He certainly didn’t think he would loose it just as he had it in his grasp.

Title: The Hardest of Hearts Author: WillowingScribe1709 Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Humour Chapters: 34 Word Count: 219,508 Summary: Hermione, driven to become Minister of Magic, reluctantly joins a matchmaking agency, only to discover Draco Malfoy as her top match.Initially scoffing at the idea of marrying her old nemesis, Hermione is forced to reconsider when their paths intertwine, unraveling not just their past but also new layers of deceit. Among these Draco's connection to the Seven Devils, a group wrapped in secrecy and rumoured to have been founded by his father, Lucius.What starts out as a simple match of convenience soon blossoms into a profound connection that catches Hermione completely off guard. With a menacing new threat casting a shadow over their future, their growing bond becomes the crux upon which destiny hinges.---------“It’s not that simple,” he said, and his eyes flashed with something dark that curled around her airways and choked the breath out of her. “Even if we never consummate our marriage, I need to know that I can touch you in public without you flinching. That you can touch me in return without looking green in the face.”“Of course I can,” she said with more bravado than she felt.“Is that so?” Malfoy asked, more darkness swirling in his eyes. “Care to demonstrate?”

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Shells

Chapter One

Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

a/n: executive producer creds to my gf because she helped me come up with this and she's my angel

"Aren't they so pretty?"

✫彡wordcount: 5k

♡´･ᴗ･`♡(✯◡✯)genre: yandere, fantasy, (eventual)smut w/plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents(chapter specific): non-explicit gore, ptsd, captivity

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

"Abandon ship!"

A safe journey. They told you it would be. An unsinkable ship. The captain said. Nothing to be worried about. They may not have known it, but all of that was lies.

It was not a safe journey. The ship was not unsinkable. There was something to be very, very worried about.

"Hyunjin!" You call out for your brother as you run across the deck: pushed and shoved by the chaos around you. The ship had struck something in the freezing water. It was filling with water quickly, soaking your shoes and the hem of your pants. People slipped around as they fought for a spot on the safety boats. "Hyunjin!"

"Here, (Y/n)!" He pushes through the crowd and grabs onto your shoulders the second he gets to you. "We have to get on one of the boats, the ship is sinking too fast to repair!"

"Too fast t- you said this ship was inpenetrable!"

"We must have scraped something, there's damage, all the way 'round t- come." He notices a spot open on the side of the ship and pulls you to it before someone else can get there. The boat that's supposed to be there is already deployed, lowering slowly.

"Jump up." He says. And before you know it he's lifting you up by your waist, settling you on the edge of the ship. "There's still room!" He yells down, "stop lowering!"

"Hyun-"

"What the fuck are you doing?" First mate, Minho, joins Hyunjin in yelling at the premature escapees."Fucking cowards!" The bad mouthed man continues as he wraps a comforting arm around your shaking form.

Hyunjin leans away from the edge and begins, holding your cheeks gently as he speaks. "You'll have to jump and swim to the boat. You'll be safe until rescue comes. Don't drink sea water, and don't take your clothes off no matter how hot you feel- you'll just freeze to death from hypothermia. Do you understand?"

"What?" You grab onto his sleeves as he lifts you to your feet, shaking on the rocking vessel.

You hold onto one of the ropes to stable yourself as he lets go. You nearly slip into the water when someone yells, scaring you. "Sirens!" Your heart stops in your chest as you look over your shoulder and see the patrons of the boat you were about to jump in and join. Being pulled from the safety of the wooden boat and into the freezing depths by clawed hands. The dark blue water becoming tainted red with their blood. "Get out of the water!"

A wet mop of short red hair raises just below you. Fully black eyes catch yours quickly. It's black scaled cheeks rise as it smiles under the water.

You slip when a stray limb is thrown and collides with the ship with a thunk.

"No!" Hyunjin grabs onto your ankle before you can fall into the water. Minho scrambles away, quickly returning with a rope and fighting with it as he tries to untangle it.

Dangling just a few feet above certain death, a song from one of the sirens lures your eyes to it, away from the redhead.

It's a blue haired mermaid, buff shoulders raised above the cold water. A loud splash is heard underneath you, and you look back just in time to see the end of a metallic black tail before it disappears into the darkened water. "(Y/n)! Don't listen to him!" Your brother yells as your kick at his hands with your free foot, brain fighting itself as you both try to stay above what you know is an inescapable death and try to get to the singing creature.

Multiple have already been lured in by the multiple vocals around you, some have even jumped into the water willingly. "Listen to me, don't listen to them! Look, listen, once we get out of here we're going to go to Australia! Remember? Remember, Australia! So you can open a girls school and teach them everything Mom taught you! Don't fucking listen to that devil! Are you so weak? Fight back! Fight back, (Y/n)!"

You fall limp in his hold for a moment as you come back to your own mind. Then panic takes over your entire being. A flash of black overcomes the buff creature and takes it down into the water with it. "Hyunjin! Minnie, pull me up! I don't want to die!" You sob as loud as possible, wether to drown out the screaming and splashing around you or to make sure he hears, you don't know. "I don't want to die, Jin, please!"

One of his hands slips off your leg and to the very edge of your boot. He curses loudly as you're dropped a few inches, nearly touching the water. Your finger tips graze the water and you feel the death that awaits you as the redhead siren reappears further away, near where a spot of black is painting the water like an oil spill- where the other creature once was. Others have spread out, luring your acquaintances further out and away from the redhead.

"(Y/n), hold on! We've got you! Plug your ears!" Minho yells as he creates a noose with the rope and slips it under Hyunjins fingers, tightening it around one of your legs. He tosses the end to some good citizens who've noticed the threatening position you're in, and joins in holding your leg to take off some of the pressure that's growing on your hip.

You slam your hands over your ears as the redhead begins singing, directly at you as he inches forward. "You fuck!" Minho yells as it grows ever closer. "I'll fucking fry you for dinner, you shrimp!" The creature doesn't seem to be phased by the mans threats, focused solely on luring you into his arms.

"I don't want to die!" You repeat as your tears trail down your forehead and drip into the stilling sea. It's gone nearly quiet. Just the remaining people aboard who have immunity to sirens songs and the occasional crunch of a bone as a siren breaks its catch apart.

"Your tears taste delicious." The mermaids voice makes you let out a guttural cry. It rings in your head even as you press your hands as close as possible. The creature comes uncomfortably close under you again as they begin pulling you up, screaming over his honey laced voice to try and save your mind. It is a him. A beautiful him. "Don't be afraid."

"You leave her be, devil!" Hyunjin yells as he desperately pulls you up, watching in pure terror as the creature raises his arm and grazes his black stained hand against your shoulder.

"Don't be afraid." He repeats before he lowers himself into the water, watching un-moving as he lets them pull you back over the edge.

"(Y/n)! Oh my God!" Hyunjin inspects your shoulder, seeing no signs of injury. No signs a siren ever touched you besides the stain of the creatures black blood. Minho leans down with him and holds your knees steady as they shake. The good citizens, a man you don't know and your cousin Yeji, seem to be the only ones left on the boat beside your trio.

It's true that many descendants of sailors have gained immunity over decades, but you never imagined it was this little amount.

"Look for any boats left, most of them seem full," Minhos words make your stomach churn. There was over three dozen people aboard. All of them now in the bellies of sirens? You were inches away from joining them in that fate.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you see the redheads void-like eyes in your mind.

"There!" Yeji screams as she points out a life boat upright, a few mere feet away. You stand shakily and cry harder as you see it.

"We'll never make that," you sob, grabbing onto Hyunjin as you slip in the still-rising water.

"She's right," the man agrees, giving you a glance before he mentions, "some of them are still out there. They'll wait us out if they're hungry enough. Redhead over there hasn't moved an inch. Must be starving."

"What the hell is wrong with you? He almost ate my sister!"

"And he will! It's pointless to try and wait them out, they can stay here for weeks if they wanted to. The second he starts singing again, she's dead meat! I say we just hand her over and distract them, make a dash for the boat."

"What the fuck?" The four of you chime together, Minho grabbing the man by his sweat soaked collar and ready to defend you.

"Why don't we give him a taste of pig, huh?" He insults the man, spit flying as he yells.

A low chuckle admits from the side of the ship, and it's the redhead. He's holding himself up on the edge, looking over it with a smirk. You back as far away as possible, cowering into Yeji as she places her hands above your own for extra protection. "I've never had pig... but you look mouth water right now, Mister 'Hand Her Over'."

Everyone is quiet. Hyunjin is brandishing a broken oar at the siren. Minho lets go of the man and steps in front of you and Yeji. The man stares in shock and horror.

"Come and join me, bastard." He sings out to the man, barring his sharp teeth in a smile as he watches the cowardly man's eyes glaze over.

No one makes a move as he starts stumbling forward in the knee deep water. "Come just a bit closer," he coos, propping himself up on his elbows and cocking his head to the side as he watches your confused face as the man comes forward.

"What the fuck," Hyunjin backs up out of the mans straight path, oar dropping to his side in his pure confusion. He's the closest to them, and he makes it a point not to stop the man as he comes face to face with the creature.

"Won't you join me, Mister?" The man climbs up the edge and steps right off. The mermaid winks your way before dropping in to follow him.

Everyone runs to the edge and leans over, gasping at the sight.

He's holding the man who threatened you by the top of his head, holding him completely still under the water. With a smile up your way, he turns his hand and snaps the man's neck.

—

"How long ago did you check the radio?" Minho whispers as he looks over to you and your family, huddled up in a corner of what's left of the ship.

Hours ago, it feels like, a group of sirens joined forces and snapped the boat in half as the redhead looked on with an amused smile. The half you were left on was completely afloat somehow, leaving you safe for the time being until rescuers arrived.

"Give it a rest, Minho." Yeji groans as she turns into your hold, wrapping you up in her purple cardigan. "Some of us are trying to sleep. Freaking insomniac..."

"Sorry," he mumbles before laying his head back down. "Freaking napper."

"Napper? Is that even a word?"

"Yeah, it is."

"Where did you ever hear someone say 'napper'?"

"Just now. I said it."

"Yo-"

You laugh quietly at their bickering, but quickly slam a hand over your mouth as there's a splashing sound. Hyunjin pulls the both of you closer as Minho stands up with a flashlight to see. The partial vessel rocks slowly with his careful movements as he steps closer to the rough edge.

"What was it?"

"Fish." He says before turning around. A clawed hand wraps around his ankle and yanks him down. His head bangs against the edge before he's submerged.

All three of your scramble to the edge in a hurry, yelling for him. Hyunjin curses. Yeji prays.

"Minnie!" You yell, scanning the water as Yeji uses the dropped flashlight to look for him.

You swear you hear a small growl, but you don't have time to digest it as he splashes around, gasping for air.

Hyunjin reaches for him, but his arm falls just a few inches short: like the sirens are toying with you. "Swim, swim!" He tries, before he's yanked back down. "Fuck, what do we do? Think! Think!"

"I can't think with you yelling in my ear!"

You grab the broken oar and begin trying your damndest to paddle closer, only making it a fraction of an inch when the redheaded devil appears and pushes you further away, smiling as your eyes lock. You yell, scrambling to the middle of the float. "Why are you doing this to us?!"

"My (Y/n)," he coos. Your heart drops as he all but moans your name, reaching for you before Yeji uses the flashlight to smack his hand. "Bitc-" He takes a sharp breath, stopping himself. Hyunjin takes the oar from your shaking grasp and threatens him with it. He makes a loud string of clicking noises before he dashes back into the depths, unable to be seen in the dark even as Yeji tries to follow him with the bright light.

"Jin!" Minho yells, emerging moments later, close to the edge.

He drops the makeshift weapon, grabbing at him and pulling him closer.

His wet hands slip from the polished wood and he almost falls back when you reach into the water and grab his wrist. As you do, though...

Something grabs yours. You're pulled in right next to him and trapped in a strong hold even as your thrash. Something sharp painfully breeches the skin on your jugular and you're peacefully falling asleep under the water as the torches of the rescue boat come into view.

—

You awake with a start, gasping in a breath of desperately needed air. You turn on your side quickly as you begin coughing up salt water. Your mind is foggy, admittedly. But you know that something is terrible wrong.

Tears fill your eyes as you quickly come to your senses and look around. You find yourself in a cave of sorts. Moss climbs up the jagged walls. You're laid next to a pool of water that seems to go down forever and turn into darkness even though sunlight shines through a pair of large holes in the rock ceiling.

Your panic almost sends you into the water as you remember the horrors of the sea. You manage to scoot away and further into the room-like cave. As you turn around, you find it's even more room like than you originally thought.

It's very large. Sunlight is filtered down through a large tarp that's decorated in embroidery of sea plants, pinned up over a large hole in the ceiling.

At the very back of the sediment room, shrouded in darkness, is a pile of fabrics and furs which seems like a makeshift bed, a bunch of scraps even balled up to make a pillow. There's a large chest that's sat next to it, worn with years of sitting in such a dreary place. On the other side of the room, across the bed is a back sheet that hangs over a doorway of sorts.

You wrap your arms around your cold self and take a weary step forward, unaware of the dark eyes that track your every move. Your clothes are dry, the sun is warm. But you feel oh so cold. You stop under the middle of the filtered sunlight and bask in the warmth to try and figure out if you've died and gone to the afterlife.

It feels all too real.

You kneel down and cry. What for?

Uncertainty. If you're not dead, where are you? If you've survived the sirens attack, how? You touch the last place you remember feeling anything. The sore wound makes you recoil from your own touch. If he sunk his teeth into you... why didn't he devour you? Why is the creature toying with you like this?

Anxiety. Is your family okay? Is Minho? Did he even make it out of the water? What will the devilish mermaid do with you? What does he want?

Pain. Your neck aches more than any bruise ever has. Your muscles are sore and tense. Your lungs feel heavy, like they've worked over time.

A tiny splash.

You whip around and fall to your behind. The redheaded siren of your waking nightmares is right up on the smooth rock shore, looking at you with wide, unblinking eyes. "Hello, My (Y/n). Did you sleep well?" He lays down on his forearms he awaits your answer, metallic black tail splashing behind him slowly.

You cry harder as you come to the realization that this isn't the afterlife. This isn't a fever dream. This is reality. Your tears blur the appearance of the handsome creature before you. "Awe, Precious. Don't cry."

"W-why are you...doing this?" You ask shakily. "Please, let-let me live. I have so mu- please!" You turn yourself over and kneel, placing your head on the warm rock floor as you sob.

You miss the way his tail separates into legs much like yours. He snatches up a pair of shorts on the edge.

You almost have a heart attack when you hear footsteps approaching. You body betrays your mind and you look up to see that siren has grown legs. "Don't bow to me." He says simply, sitting cross-legged in front of you. "You don't bow to anybody."

You don't listen, bending back down to avoid his unfaltering gaze. "Stop that!" He smacks your head lightly. "Listen to me. Get up and let's have a talk."

You sit up slowly and back away only to be followed. You scoot back, he scoots forward, until you're stopped by the bed of fur. He pushes you back into them and smiles. "Get comfortable."

You lay uncomfortably still on the softest fabrics you've ever touched, staring up at the drawings on the ceilings. He sits by your hip and nearly places a hand on your thigh, before setting it in his own lap. "I bet you have so many questions, My Darling. I will answer them all."

"Where am I?" You ask, voice coiled tight.

"My home."

Youre eyes flick to him for a single second, looking away quickly when you see his eyes trained onto you like a predator. "An...and who are you?"

The words you hear next are some that make you feel sick.

"I'm Hongjoong, your mate." You simply look over at him, hands balling into fists, grabbing the fabric under you tightly. "I sense you have more questions."

"No, yeah. What?"

He moves slowly as not to spook you, laying on his stomach besides you, not caring that he's soaking the fabric. How could he care? He's finally so so close to you.

There's nothing you can do. No where you can go besides the water. That is probably a worse idea than staying still. You'd be in his element, in some place you don't even know.

"We were marked by the Huntress to be together until the end of our souls."

You bite your lip as it quivers,"I don't understand."

He grabs your hands gently and turns it palm up. He blows on it gently and it glows the same color as his tail from what you can remember.

Hongjoong

You stare in disbelief as it fades as quickly as it came.

He holds out his palm and gestures for you to do what he did. He shivers with pleasure as your breath washes over his palm to reveal your name, in your handwriting. He watches it fade with a smile before looking up at you.

"I know you must be very confused... scared. But I promise you, every fabric of my being, nothing with hurt you. I won't hurt you. I will take such good care of you, my beautiful mate..."

"I ha-" you take a deep breath to calm yourself, swallowing your sobs, "I have more questions?"

He lays his head on his arm and gets comfortable, ready to answer every question you throw his way. "Go ahead, Precious."

—

All of your questions answered for the time being, you allow yourself to feel a bit less crazy. However, just having been abducted by a shapeshifting mermaid who's fated to be your husband-mate-partner for the rest of eternity by the Goddess of mermaids: you do feel the right to be shaken up.

He left to the room behind the black sheet after you were quiet for a few minutes. He sets a folded pile of fabric at your feet. "Whenever you're ready, you can change into these. They may not fit the best... but I will get you some of your own soon!"

He smiles brightly, and it's nothing like the smile you saw before he lured the man on the ship to his death. It's... cute. His sharp teeth nowhere to be seen as he flashes you a glance of his much more human looking teeth. In fact... he looks almost completely human. The only dead give away of his lineage is the scales on his cheeks, fluctuating between pink and blue hues.

You curl up on yourself and cry silently. He takes the cue, and sits down at the end of the bed, watching you quietly.

Another question hits you like a ton of bricks.

"Hongjoong...?"

"Yes, My Precious?" He responds eagerly, sitting up like a dog sitting for a treat.

"Is..." You clear your throat and hide your face in your elbow, "is the people I was with alive?" You violently sob at the thought of it, grief wracking your body before he's even responded.

"Oh, (Y/n)!" He crawls up next to you and holds your shaking form gently. In your state, you don't even bother to shake away his shockingly warm embrace. "They are alive... They were rescued."

"Real-really?"

"Of course. I would never... My friend stayed behind to make sure. Don't worry, he was full." He says the last bit bluntly, like it's an every normal thing. To him, it is. To you, it's a reminder of what was the most traumatic experience of your life to date. "Precious," he whines as you sob harder, hands over your face like your ashamed to be upset over the death of so many innocent people.

You lean your face into the makeshift pillow and let it cover your heated face as you wrap your arms around your cramping stomach, consequently folding them over his arms to get there. He purrs as your skin collides, and it makes your skin form goosebumps. He comes closer and lays right on you, cold and damp clothes clinging to yours. You feel his wet hair soak into the fabric of your shirt as he rests his forehead on your back.

"I'm so sorry." He whispers, although he has a smile on his lips as he revels in the feeling of your warmth. He's waited so long. Too long. He doesn't care that his path to getting you is tainted by blood. As long as he's finally crossed that path and gotten to you.

He has waited his entire life. He doesn't mind that he'll have to help you bounce back. He will gladly wait on you hand and foot to see you happy. So when your stomach growls, he speaks up eagerly.

"Are you hungry?" He sits up so abruptly that he doesn't have time to unravel from your form, bringing you up with him. "I can go and get some fishes for you! You like fish, don't you? It would be harder to find some berries, but I can do that too... Maybe over at near Taedmere?" He keeps going on speaking to himself until he feels your gaze on him.

You look at him with the ghost of a smile on your lips as you listen to the creature ramble like a child fixated on a cartoon book. You don't notice he's stopped until his cheek scales turn a bright red color, a few shades brighter than his hair.

The both of you look at each other with a similar look of 'uh-oh, I was just caught'. "C-" You bite your lip, "can you?"

"Of course!" He all but runs and jumps into water, resurfacing a few moments later and slapping down his soaked shorts on the edge. His scales are slowly turning black as he gets ready to hunt. "I'll be back soon, My (Y/n)."

You wait until the water settles in his wake and stand slowly, picking up the clothes on the end of the bed. You wonder wether or not you should change right there, but decide against it after you remember how silently he snuck up on you earlier. You eye-ball the black sheet, and then come to the conclusion of 'fuck it' and pull the sheet back to change in the relative privacy of the room.

It becomes clear that this is his 'restroom'. Bottles of strange liquids that must be soap, bars of something a similar color, an odd looking toothbrush all up on a little shelve above a mountain of clothes, even what looks like a built in toilet.

You quickly change into the clothes and it's apparent that they are his. They're baggy and no matter what you do, the pants won't stay over your hips. You don't want to piss off a creature with multiple built in sets of weapons, so you don't go digging for something that will. You just pull the shirt as low as it will go and sit back down on the bed.

You're picking through your thoughts with a fine toothed comb when he returns. A little splash of his tail acts like a doorbell, and he smiles with his sharp teeth- spooking you. He holds a hand over his mouth and apologizes, quickly flashing a more human smile as he lifts up a small net with a few things in it. "Tada~"

He sets it down and reaches for his shorts, putting them on under the water before emerging for your modesty. He slides it over to a small fire pit on the side of the room with his foot, eyeing up your new attire with a prideful look.

He pats the space next to him and you hurry over as you catch a glimpse of his claws, remembering just how devilish he's built to be. "Do you know how to start a fire?" He asks. You nod your head, yes. "Would you, Precious?"

You nearly flip yourself into the pit to start the fire, making him chuckle. "Take your time. I still have to gut them." You nod silently again, working diligently as you wonder why the hell a mermaid has a fire pit in its den. You cringe at the sound of his claws slicing open the fish, images of the claws that slashed open everyone aboard stuck in your head until you shake them away.

The silence is deafening. You can't bare to listen to the gore anymore. "Hongjoong?"

He responds like he always does, eyes on you as he speaks, "Yes, My Precious?"

You shake off the uneasy feeling the nickname leaves behind. "Why do you have a fire pit?"

"I get cold sometimes in m... I get cold. Why do you ask?"

"Well, it's just... I heard, just like word of mouth- I don't know if it's-"

"You can speak freely, Darling. Don't be so shy."

You clear your throat and back away as the fire sparks to life. You look in the fire and poke at it as an excuse to avoid his gaze. "I heard sirens don't get cold... that they're cold blooded."

"Some are. Ones that don't shape shift. They don't have any human blood lines. Stupid pure breeds." He scoffs as he slices open the last of the three fish.

"So..." You struggle to keep speaking, most uncomfortable in a conversation that you have ever been, "you're kind of human?"

"Kind of. My mother used to be human."

"Used to?"

"That's a conversation for another day, Precious."

"You said you'd answer any of my qu-" You shut your mouth and feel every ounce of confidence fade as he flashes his eyes black at you with a scowl. "Another day," you nod, taking the skewered fish form his hand shakingly.

"Oh!" His outburst makes you jump. He grabs the bag he almost discarded. "I have something for you, My (Y/N)."

"Oh?" You shift on your knees and prop up the stick between them, looking over anxiously as he digs in the netted bag.

"I found them while I wasn't hunting," he sets them down on the ground between you.

Two large, pretty, shells. They look like regular flat shells: save for their color. One is a glowing yellow and the other a 'normal' dark green green. "Shells?"

"Aren't they so pretty?" He asks, voice laced in desperation for your approval as you pick up the glowing shell in disbelief. His face is decorated with a pale pink on his scales.

He sees the wonder in your eyes and explains what he knows you must be thinking. "Humans haven't been that far down yet," he smirks. "You're probably the first to see one like this..."

"Aren't they pretty?" He asks again, holding up the green shell for you to take. Your fingers graze against his as you take it slowly.

"Pretty."

#kim hongjoong #hongjoong #ateez hongjoong #hongjoong fic #yandere ateez #ateez smau #hongjoong smau #yandere fic #yandere hongjoong #ateez

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wheels-of-despair · 8 days

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Live A Little | A Worth It AU | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist

In This Edition: The unsinkable ship sinks! Words: 3.2k

You're recovering from a particularly passionate round of love-making when someone knocks at Ralph's door.

You draw the sheets up to cover your exposed chest with wide eyes. Were you too loud? Has someone reported you? Are you going to be carted away for having premarital sex on an ocean liner? Is it Aunt Molly, here to tell you that she was only joking about not coming back to your room tonight? Is it Victoria, coming to ruin your night?

As your mind goes wild with worry, Ralph reaches for the pocket watch beside his bed.

"It's after midnight," he grumbles, but stands and pulls on his robe. He notices your fear, and his grumpy face softens. "Stay there, love, I'm sure it's nothing. I'll take care of it."

You slink further beneath the covers and close your eyes, hoping whoever it is has no idea you're in here.

"Yes?"

"Sorry to wake you, sir, but the captain has ordered everyone to put on their life belts and come to the boat deck. Be sure to dress warmly, it's quite cold out."

"What's happened?" Ralph asks, but there's no answer.

You come out of hiding when the door closes.

"They want us to put on life belts and warm clothes," Ralph recaps, scratching his head. "But he wouldn't say why. Suppose we ought to?"

You clamber out of bed silently and get dressed as quickly as you can, with the assistance of Ralph. Disturbing first-class passengers in the middle of the night? That decision was not made lightly. Something is wrong.

"I should go check in with my aunt," you say quietly, shaking with fear. Ralph notices, and envelops you in a warm hug.

"And get your coat," he reminds you with a kiss to your forehead. "Let me finish getting dressed, and I'll escort you to her."

"Thank you," you whisper.

Ralph finishes dressing and pulls two life belts from the wardrobe. He drapes the life belts and his coat over his arm, and guides you from the room.

The hallway is bustling with confused passengers.

"One second," he says gently, stopping to knock on Victoria's door. "Victoria!"

"What?!" she snaps from within.

"Did the steward tell you to put on a life belt and come above deck?"

"It makes me look like a damned cow!"

"Are you coming?"

"Do not rush me, Ralph!"

"Let's go," he sighs.

You hold tightly to Ralph's hand as he leads you through the crowded hallways. You open the door of your cabin to find Aunt Molly, already dressed for the cold and wearing her life belt, rifling through the wardrobe.

"There you are honey, I was getting ready to come find you! Here, put this on."

She holds out your coat, and you let her help you into it.

"Are you alright?" she asks. Are you? Your hands are shaking, and your heart is beating much faster than it should be. You can't seem to find your words.

"It's a little hectic out there in the halls, she'll be alright once things calm down," Ralph answers for you. He slips your life belt over your coat and ties the laces while you stand there, shaking uselessly.

"You better suit up too too, darlin', don't want you catching pneumonia out there."

Molly's concern for Ralph brings a smile to your face, and kicks your body back into gear. He shrugs into his coat, and you step forward to help him into his life belt. He smiles in thanks.

"Alright, are we ready? It's probably just some kind of drill, we'll be back to bed in an hour. But it's better safe than sorry!"

Your aunt's calm and positive demeanor makes you relax enough to nod in agreement. Ralph wraps an arm around your back and leads you out of the room. You look back to make sure Molly is following.

"I'm right here, honey," she says.

A crowd has gathered at the end of the hallway. You and Ralph stop, rather than force your way through them. This feels wrong. Everything about this feels wrong.

"The man said to the deck, people!" your aunt reminds them. She steps around you and starts walking. After a few bumps, people begin to move aside. You and Ralph follow in her wake. There's not enough room to walk side by side, so his fingers intertwine with yours, and you follow closely behind. You hold on to him gratefully; you're never letting him go.

You step out onto the deck, and the frigid air bites at your exposed skin immediately. You hold Ralph's hand tighter and follow him through the crowd. The deck is packed with bodies. Crewmen shout orders all around and struggle with ropes holding up the lifeboats, the crowd buzzes with questions, and something mechanical is making a horrible racket. It's overwhelming. When Ralph finally stops, he turns to you.

"Are you alright, love?" You don't respond, but he pulls you close.

The unsinkable ship is sinking. They're evacuating passengers. They're sending tiny toy boats out into the massive sea, where humans will be separated from the darkness and creatures below by a single strip of wood and a prayer.

The thought makes your knees give out, and Ralph grabs you and holds you to him.

"It's alright," he says into your ear. "It's going to be alright."

You cling to him, trying to focus on his calming presence and warmth, rather than the chaos and cold around you… until a familiar voice sends a chill down your spine.

"There you are, Ralph!" Victoria huffs, shoving her way through the crowd to get to him. "I can't believe you abandoned me in my time of crisis!"

"I'm sorry," he apologizes, although he doesn't need to. She hadn't sounded like she needed any help. She and her girlfriends have opted out of the unflattering life belts, donning fur coats and hats instead.

"Honestly, running off with some trollop instead of looking after your own sister. What's gotten into you?!"

Before Ralph can reply, one of the officers yells something you can't hear, and the line lurches forward. You hold tightly to him, for fear of falling and being trampled. He gives you a squeeze and keeps you right next to him.

"WOMEN AND CHILDREN ONLY!" the officer bellows.

Before you can start panicking about what this means for Ralph, Victoria and her girlfriends rush forward. They knock into the pair of you as they pass, eager to get closer to the front of the line.

"Victoria?" he asks in a small voice. It's a wonder she even heard him.

"You heard the man, Ralph!" she snaps. He stands there, frozen, watching his sister push her way to the boat.

"Oh! Ralph!" she says, turning. Has she realized that she's leaving her brother to his death? Is she at least going to say goodbye? "Do you have any money on you? Geraldine cleaned me out at dominoes after dinner, and that worthless maid of mine said the purser's office was closed," she pouts.

That's when you see Ralph's heart break for the third time during this short trip.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" You've been struggling to find your words all night, but your rage unsticks your tongue.

"It's not like he's going to need it," Victoria shrugs. Your jaw drops. You'd very much like to push her over the edge of the ship, but that would require leaving Ralph's side.

"You're next, miss!" a crew member announces. Victoria pushes one of her alleged friends out of the way and steps to the front of the line, and a man lifts her down into the boat and out of sight. Ralph's face crumples, and you pull him to you. The line lurches forward again, but you don't care. The only thing you care about is Ralph.

"Come on," your aunt shouts a moment later, waving you toward her from her place at the front of the line she's reclaimed, now that Victoria and her friends have been seated. You can't let Ralph go. You watch an officer help Aunt Molly in, and she turns her attention to you as soon as she's inside.

"Get in the boat," she orders, firmer now. You shake your head.

"Girl, get over here!"

"No," you whisper, knowing she can't hear you. She fixes you with a fiery glare. "I love you, Aunt Molly," you say a bit louder. "Tell my parents I love them, too." Ralph lifts his head to look at you, not quite comprehending what's happening in his heartbroken state. One look at his tear-streaked face is all it takes to know you're doing the right thing.

It's the only thing.

"Don't you dare!" Molly gets up from her seat to come get you, and nearly knocks over the woman climbing in.

You take Ralph's hand and begin backing away. He doesn't put up a fight; he follows blindly, tears still streaming down his face.

"I'm not done living yet!" you yell to Aunt Molly before disappearing into the crowd. You and Ralph keep stumbling backwards until you hit a wall. While it's mostly women at the front, the men stand here in a cloud of cigar smoke, probably hoping the officer will soften or call for a volunteer oarsman.

You focus on Ralph, who's still in shock over being abandoned by the person he entered this world with. Sobs rack through his body, their volume lessened by sound of the chatter and machinery nearby.

"Come on, sweetheart." You wrap an arm around his waist, made bulkier by the life belt and coat, and begin walking away from the crowd. By the time you reach the other side of the deck - less crowded, but more tilted - Ralph has started coming to his senses.

"You should've gotten on the boat. I should have made you."

"Do I look like the kind of person who can be made to do anything?" you ask, looking up at him with a playful smile. He does not return it.

"We're going to die here," he trembles.

"Ralph, we're all going to die sometime," you say gently, reaching out to wipe away a tear. You don't know how or why you're being so calm about this, but a sense of peace has washed over you since dragging Ralph away from the crowd. His face crumples again. You wrap your arms around him and hold him tight, letting him sob on your shoulder until a thought occurs to you.

"Ralph?" you place a hand on each of his shoulders and push him back so you can look at him. Tears stream from his eyes and into the corners of his mouth. You reach up to wipe them away. "I've got a story for you." Holding his face in your hands and staring into his bloodshot eyes, you smile. "It's about a girl who decided she'd rather spend the next ten minutes with the boy she loves… than a lifetime with one she doesn't." His chin quivers. "How's that for romantic?" you laugh, wiping away a tear of your own.

"You're mad," he says in disbelief.

"You're not the first person to tell me that," you chuckle.

"I can't believe you missed your chance because of me," he shakes his head, "You shouldn't have--" You silence him with a warm embrace.

"You're worth it," you whisper into his ear. "I love you, Ralph."

"I love you too," he mumbles into your neck. "Would you really have married me some day?"

"Absolutely," you answer with sincerity.

Ralph pulls back and chuckles darkly, wiping his eyes. "Finally find someone who actually loves me, and now we're both going to die."

"But at least we get to do it together." You share a smile and lean your foreheads together, closing your eyes and savoring each other's warmth on this cold night.

There are worse ways to die, you suppose.

"Miss!"

Your heads snap up and turn in the direction of the shout.

"Come along, miss, there's still room," an older gentleman with a mustache holds an inviting hand out. Behind him, a small gathering of men part to reveal an impatient officer and a half-full life boat.

"Not without him," you say firmly.

"Don't be stupid," Ralph mutters. You don't move.

The mustached man turns to the officer, who waves you forward. "Come on, then." You grab Ralph's hand and rush toward the boat before the officer can change his mind.

"Are you sure?" Ralph asks as you approach. You mentally shush him.

"Can't fill a boat with women when there are none," the officer shrugs. "In you get." Two men help you climb into the boat, but you don't sit until Ralph is halfway over the railing behind you. Once he's in place beside you, you survey the crowd. There really are no more women here. It seems they've all gathered on the side where it seems safer.

The officer waves more men forward. You and Ralph cling to each other for dear life as they clamber aboard, rocking the little boat with each step.

"Right then, that's enough. Lower away!" The officer orders, before a great drop makes your heart rise into your throat. Ralph holds you tighter, and you bury your face in his shoulder. You're probably only dropping a few inches at a time, but you're sure that with each drop, the boat is going to tip over and you're going to fall into the ocean. You close your eyes tight and cling to the man you love, feeling sicker with each drop, until you hit the water.

Only then do you open your eyes. You're in the ocean. One tiny little boat on that great wide sea. You look up at the officer, smaller in the distance now. The sky lights up behind him with a flare, signaling for help. The men in your boat remove the ropes and reach for oars.

You want desperately to shut your eyes and block it all out as you leave Titanic behind, but you can't look away. You can't even blink. Are your eyes frozen? You don't know how you were able to stand upright on that tilting ship; her front is considerably closer to the sea than her back. Everyone still on board looks crooked.

You thought the sight of the ship's tilt was terrifying, but nothing could have prepared you for what came next.

You and Ralph hold each other and watch the next several minutes unfold in absolute horror. You can't move. You can't speak. You can't even cry as you watch the sea snap the unsinkable ship in half with an ungodly roar and pull her beneath the surface to claim her.

But you can hear the people she left behind.

The only thing louder than the screams is the silence that follows.

You and Ralph sit together, huddled as close as you can get on the dark and tiny boat, for what feels like days. It's pitch black. You've never been so cold in your life. Your only comfort is knowing that Ralph is beside you.

When the sun begins to rise, you close your eyes for what you imagine is the first time in hours. You feel the rays warming your frozen face, and breathe out a shaky sigh. It's a comfort, despite the choppy sea and the biting wind that had arrived with the dawn.

"Look!" someone shouts. You don't have the strength to turn, but gather from the excited shouts that a ship has been spotted. You stay tucked into Ralph's side as the men with the oars begin rowing faster, with renewed purpose, toward the ship that's come to your rescue.

The Titanic's lifeboats reunite beside the ship. Carpathia, her bow reads. You watch from below as a rope ladder is thrown down, and survivors begin climbing it one by one and disappearing into a hole in the side of the ship. The children, and others too weak to climb on their own, are hoisted up in a canvas sack.

You wait patiently, close to your Ralph, until your boat arrives at the ladder. He begins rubbing your hands between his, trying to get some feeling back into them before you have use them to climb. You'll die before you let them hoist you up like a child.

The men insist the ladies go first. You insist on being the last. The men encourage you when it's your turn, like you've been holding back because you're afraid. You're not afraid. You just don't want to leave Ralph behind. You look at him when it's your turn.

"Go on, love, I'll be right behind you," he croaks out. You squeeze his hand and take hold of the ladder, looking up at your seemingly impossible task. You can do this. This is nothing. You begin your climb, counting each rung as you ascend, until you're pulled into the ship by two pairs of strong hands. You collapse on the floor behind them, summoning the last bit of your strength to crawl to the wall and get out of the way.

A moment later, Ralph joins you on the floor. Your names and necessary information are recorded in a logbook as the hallway fills with people from your boat.

When everyone is out, a steward asks you all to follow him. You and Ralph haul yourselves off the floor and weave through a labyrinth of hallways and stairs, into a lounge of some sort with plush carpets and chairs everywhere. You're each given a blanket, instructed where to find tea and coffee and hot soup, and left to your own devices. You look around helplessly for a moment, not sure what to do or where to go. At least it's warm. Other passengers are curled up in chairs, or shakily drinking tea, or frantically searching for loved ones.

Spotting a quiet corner behind a table and chairs, you pull Ralph toward it. His feet drag as he follows. Neither of you has the energy to hunt for food. Sleep seems like the best option. You begin to untie your life belt, but hesitate with a look at Ralph.

"Why does it feel like we should leave them on?" you ask, your voice hoarse.

"Because nothing will ever feel safe again," he responds, with no emotion in his voice. You give his hand a quick squeeze and begin untying yours.

"I think I'll take body heat over a slab of cork today."

Ralph unties his as well, and you set them aside. You use your coats to create a makeshift bed on the floor, and lie down with your back to the wall. Ralph joins you without hesitation.

He snuggles close in your little nook behind the chairs, and you combine your blankets and pull one up over your heads. After being exposed to the cold wind on the frozen sea for so long, this warm little cocoon with Ralph is the only place you want to be.

"Love you," he whispers, eyes already beginning to drift closed.

"Love you, too," you whisper back, using your last bit of strength to lean forward a few inches and kiss the tip of his frozen nose.

And then, you both pass out in your quiet little hiding place, completely oblivious to the hundreds of people flowing in and out of this room.

Note: The order was "women and children first." Officer Lightoller, on the port side, interpreted this as "women and children only". Officer Murdoch, on the starboard side, interpreted this as "women and children first… then men, if there's room." There were boats with men-folk, from all classes - and several working men, too - and they did not have to bribe their way on. They just had to be in the right place at the right time.

And thanks to our love for Ralph, that's exactly where he was.

This is where you and Ralph spent the night.

#writings of despair #ralphtanic #ralph penbury #ralph penbury x you #ralph penbury x reader #ralph timewasters

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george-weasleys-girl · 1 year

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Opposites Attract Pt.3

Snapes POV

Snape had seen a few things in his life, and, as such, very few things surprised him. So when Y/N and Fred walked into Potions' class hand in hand, his first thought was that his eyesight was starting to go. Or maybe his mind. When they sat down together at the same table, he knew that the culprit was neither his eyes nor his mind, but that hell had apparently frozen over.

The genius and the deliquent. Of all the possible people Y/N could've chosen to date, she picked Fred Weasley. A bad feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. She had a bright future ahead of her, and he worried that this misguided decision might interfere with her studies. Rolling his eyes at the pure idiocy of the situation, Snape resolved to let it go for now and speak with her about it during their next book discussion.

Assuming the relationship lasted more than a couple of weeks.

Y/N's POV

Two days earlier - Hogsmede

By the end of the hour long tour through Zonkos, Y/N was chatting with Fred as if she'd known him for years. His unsinkable exuberance, combined with her unexpected fascination with nearly everything in the store, proved to be the key to unlocking the tightly guarded walls around her. She didn't even realize how comfortable she'd become until Fred suggested they join George and his girlfriend at The Three Broomsticks for lunch.

"Oh, um‐‐," her mind blanked. She hadn't expected this, though she shouldn't have been surprised. He and George were two peas in a pod. You rarely saw one without the other. So, of course, he'd want to spend a little time with his twin today.

"It's ok if you don't," Fred backtracked when she shrank back into herself. "It's no pressure, love. We can do whatever you want."

"No, it's okay," she smiled. "I-I think it would be nice."

"Are you sure?" He asked.

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure."

Y/N couldn't believe the words that just came out of her mouth. Normally, she would've come up with any excuse she could to get out of such a situation. Maybe she was channeling a little of her great-grandmother's boldness after all. Or perhaps it was because Fred's presence calmed her in a way she never expected. There was just something about him that made her feel safe.

Maybe that was why she did what she did next, needing the extra reassurance if she was to survive lunch without making a complete idiot of herself.

~•~

Fred's POV

Fred was rarely surprised or caught off guard. So when Y/N slid her hand into his the moment they walked into The Three Broomsticks, he froze, staring down at their clasped hands. Then, back to her, his eyes wide, clearly shocked at this unprecedented development.

"Oh sorry," Y/N began to pull her hand away.

"No, no. I should be the one who's sorry," Fred grasped her hand again. "I just didn't expect you to do that."

"Oh, ok," Y/N looked down, her hair hiding the heat rising up into her face.

"It's ok, truly it is," Fred tried to reassure her. "I've been wanting to hold your hand all day, but I didn't know if you were ready for that yet."

Y/N turned her gaze toward him. "Really?"

Fred gave her a lopsided grin. "Yes, really."

"That's good then," she said, looking up at him. A rosy blush still graced her cheeks, but it was now accompanied by her sweet smile. Fred's heart skipped a beat, and he almost gave into the urge to kiss her right then and there, but decided it might be too much, too soon. So instead, he gave her hand a gentle squeeze and led her to the corner booth where George and his girlfriend sat.

They spent the entirety of lunch and the rest of the afternoon barely letting go of one another's hand. "Didn't you say you needed to stop by Scrivenshaft's for a new quill?" Fred asked as they left the pub.

"Yeah," Y/N replied. "You don't have to go in if you don't want to. I'll only be a few minutes."

"What?" Fred gasped. "And let go of your hand? Never in a million years."

Y/N giggled as that beautiful blush rose up in her cheeks again. "And then we can hit Honeydukes before we head back to the castle," Fred suggested as he once again fought the overwhelming urge to kiss her.

~•~

Y/N's POV

Y/N lay in bed that night, unable to stop smiling. Just this morning, she came so very close to canceling. And now, she couldn't believe she'd even considered such a ridiculous idea.

Running a finger over her mouth, she savored the lingering ghost of his lips on hers.

He'd kissed her. Fred Weasley had actually kissed her.

It still didn't feel quite real.

Standing outside her common room with minutes to get back to his own before curfew, Fred had asked if he could kiss her, and she simply nodded, too stunned to speak. He was so soft and gentle, as if he were afraid she might break. And yet, it still set her head spinning and her knees wobbling. All the rest of the evening, the only thing she could think about was when they could do it again.

'Perhaps in the morning,' she thought, yawning and rolling onto her side as sleep and the promise of sweet dreams overtook her.

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#fred weasley #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley imagine #hp universe #hp fandom

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clementine-kesh · 11 months

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the fact that janeway decided to call the safe route through borg space the northwest passage will never not be funny to me that’s like building a ship and proclaiming that since its unsinkable you’re gonna call it the titanic

#major dramatic irony moments

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observer-of-the-world · 10 months

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So, uhm, I know this is supposed to be a funny post and nothing more than that, but these little misunderstandings about the Titanic really bother me.

First of all, it was never actually said that the Olympic line (RMS Olympic, RMS Titanic and HMHS Britannic) was unsinkable per se, it was said that as far as engineering went they were unsinkable ("And as far as it is possible to do so, these two wonderful vessels are designed to be unsinkable").

It might not be a big difference, but it means that what they claimed was that to the best of the experts knowledge, there was nothing that could be done to make them safer than they already were, and Harland and Wolff were one of the best companies out there, and they had already gone beyond some of the safety requirements. For example, if the Titanic had crashed straight into the iceberg with her full speed, she would probably have survived the crash with no need for rescue and she probably would've been able to continue her voyage rather safely, attesting to her security.

And two, Titanic wasn't special for saying this. A lot of ships used marketing like that, so it has only become a laughing matter bc of how big Titanic's tragedy was. Carpathia's (the ship that rescued the Titanic's survivors) captain even mentions this in the official enquiry:

"380. The fact that, under these regulations, you are obliged to carry 20 lifeboats and the Titanic was only obliged to carry 20, with her additional tonnage, indicates either that these regulations were prescribed long ago -

(interposing): No, sir; it has nothing to do with that. What it has to do with is the ship itself. The ships are built nowadays to be practically unsinkable, and each ship is supposed to be a lifeboat in itself. The boats are merely supposed to be put on as a standby. The ships are supposed to be built, and the naval architects say they are, unsinkable under certain conditions. What the exact conditions are, I do not know, as to whether it is with alternate compartments full, or what it may be. That is why in our ship we carry more lifeboats, for the simple reason that we are built differently from the Titanic; differently constructed."

#titanic #rms titanic #rms olympic #hmhs britannic #white star line #rms carpathia #carpathia #harland and wolff

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happyminyards · 10 months

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i'd be interested in the titanic fact-check post if you'd still like to write it 👀

Oh tumblr user @burr-ell, i am giving you a friendly little kiss on the forehead for asking this. I would love nothing more.

Let's give the rundown of some common Titanic "facts" that people love to parade around especially nowadays and why they're either fully wrong, misinterpretations or actually close to the truth! With sources, because I'm nice like that.

This will be long, but I feel like it needs to be to actually give y'all the proper information and context, and frankly I think I'm writing this mostly for myself.

I'll divide it up into two parts, so here's "not enough lifeboats", "untrained crew", "no lifeboat drills" and "speeding & ignoring ice warnings".

Part two featuring "half empty lifeboats", "locking folks below deck", “missing binoculars", and "fire sank the Titanic, actually" is here!

"They didn't have enough lifeboats because they thought the ship was unsinkable"

Almost ship back then had enough lifeboats for all its passengers. Lifeboats were considered a very, very last ditch attempt at safety and more often than not resulted in the deaths of the people in them due to capsizing in bad weather, accidents while being lowered, drifting off etc etc. (SS Clallam, SS Valencia, SS Atlantic).

If they had to be used, the idea was to use them as ferries to other boats. Ocean liners started getting more watertight compartments, bulkheads and double bottoms, meaning they were able to survive collisions and stay floating for longer. Since the Atlantic shipping lanes were VERY busy back then and most accidents happened near the harbor someone was expected to be in reasonable distance at all times when such an accident occurred.

Besides that, ships had just gotten new, sparkly wireless machines, the Marconi transmitters. While their operators were technically not employed by the ship and their tasks consisted of sending letters from passengers, it was expected that they'd facilitate communication in accidents. And that system worked, for a while!

Best example is the sinking of another White Star Line ship, the RMS Republic in 1909. She got rammed, sunk, every ship nearby ran up to help her, all her passengers got transferred over, how nice, our procedures worked!

So while it's true that regulations for the amount of lifeboats hadn't kept up with the steeply increasing size of the new ocean liners (Titanic was actually carrying more than her size demanded), the authorities expected that these new technological advancements were sufficient.

Titanic showed them that this was not correct, so they were adjusted mainly through the SOLAS treaty (which actually resulted in tragedy itself, when ships not designed to fit so many lifeboats suffered from accidents due to the refitting, like the SS Eastland, who rolled over in dock, killing 844 people)

As for the ship being unsinkable, some surviving advertisements described Titanic and her sister Olympic as "And as far as it is possible to do so, these two wonderful vessels are designed to be unsinkable". Which was fairly common at the time (Captain Rostron actually does it in the inquiry after the sinking) due to the aforementioned new, fancy safety features. Hubris? Yes, but not a stand out characteristic of the Titanic.

"The Titanic Crew was untrained & overwhelmed"

Captain Smith had been at sea for 49 years, a commander for White Star for 25 years and the captain of their maiden voyages for ten years, including the then biggest ships in the world Baltic and Olympic. He was regarded as a "safe captain" by both the line and passengers, some who only booked with him. His most notable incident was probably when Olympic collided with the HSM Hawke, but he wasn't even in command of the ship at the time. They were under compulsory pilotage, i.e. a harbor pilot was giving the orders.

All her officers were also very experienced. From Chief to Sixth:

Wilde, on sea since his teens, with White Star for 15, including Majestic and Olympic

Murdoch, on the sea since he was 18, 12 years at White Star line, including Olympic, Celtic and Adriatic

Lightroller, with White Star for 13 years, including Oceanic and Majestic

Pitman, on the sea for 16 years, White Star for 5/12

Boxhall, on the sea for 13 years, with White Star for about 4 1/2 years

Lowe, on the sea for 14 years, with White Star for 15 months

Moody, on the sea for about 9-10 years (including his Navy education), with White Star for about half a year on the Oceanic

So really the only one you could clock for being inexperienced was Moody, who was the sixth officer. And he was well educated and perfectly qualified for that position. Wilde was actually pulled in sort of last minute just after Titanic's sea trials, bumping down Murdoch & Lightroller one position and causing Officer David Blair to leave the ship entirely, presumably so that the well-oiled team of officers from the Olympic could set Titanic up for a good start.

(This also caused the supposed missing binoculars, more on that below).

This was White Star's newest, biggest ship. White Star's whole sales pitch was luxury and comfort, they're the line running the "Millionaire's ship". They're not gonna risk anything, even if it's just their rich passengers having to deal with inexperienced officers. They were gonna put their best on it.

There were no lifeboat drills

Titanic needed drills to get her certifications and completed them in early April. The officers (minus Wilde plus Blair) were all there and involved, everything got checked and a bunch of the lifeboats lowered.

There was also a separate Board of Trade drill on the 10th of April. Lightoller, Pitman, Lowe, Moody and "[nearly all seaman], including able-bodied seamen, ordinary seamen, lookouts and quartermasters" were all involved. There was also the bulkhead and the emergency boat drill.

Now there is some confusion around the "Sunday Drill". This was another drill involving the crew, not the passengers.

It's essentially a muster plus a check of the boats, not actually anything to do with the procedure of loading the boats. This didn't happen on Titanic, but there seems to be no clear reason why. Some crew members state it was scheduled, others said the drill didn't happen due to weather, some said they only happened on Sundays "in New York", potentially because otherwise the firemen wouldn't join in. The "Sunday in New York" one is the one that gets mentioned the most, but truly this is anyone's guess.

However, it's clear that this drill would have changed nothing. The crew already had undergone similar drills before, this one was not new information. Here's a really good, well sourced article on the whole drill issue.

The Titanic was speeding & ignoring ice warnings.

Titanic had received multiple ice warnings throughout her journey. This was nothing unusual, it was April in the North Atlantic. The ice warnings were communicated via the wireless, given to the bridge and marked on the board.

We know of a bunch of specific warnings that were received and posted on the bridge, mainly from the Caronia and the Baltic. The Baltic one is the famous message that made it to Bruce Ismay's, chairman of the White Star Line, pocket. He showed it to some passengers before giving it back to Captain Smith.

There's two warnings that probably didn't make it to the bridge, captain or all officers. One from the Californian to the Antillian that the Titanic happened to overhear, warning of "three large bergs 5 miles southward of latitude 42° 3′ N, longitude 49° 9′ W". Harold Bride, junior wireless operator, testified he delivered this warning to the bridge, but Pitman testified he wasn’t aware of it. It could be that Murdoch, who was actually on duty at time of collision, was, but he ended up dying in the sinking.

The other one is from the Mesaba at around 9:40 PM, stating: "In latitude 42° N to 41° 25′, longitude 49° W to longitude 50° 30′ W, saw much heavy pack ice and great number large icebergs, also field ice, weather good, clear". While this message was received by Phillips, Titanic's senior wireless operator, we’re pretty sure it never made it to the bridge.

There's also the infamous Californian warning at 11:00 PM, about 40 minutes before Titanic hit the iceberg, that Phillips interrupted with a seemingly harsh "Shut up, I'm busy, I'm working Cape Race". Now, that seems rough, but was actually a really common "tone" between the wireless operators of the time:

They were a fraternity of pioneers, considered to be cranks, and had the curious habit of addressing one another as O M ("Old Man"). A common signal exchanged between them was GTHOMQRL ("Get to hell, old man, shut up, I'm busy"), or A S O M ("Wait a minute, old man!"). [James Bisett, Commodore of the Cunard Line, “Tramps and Ladies - My Early Years At Steam]

What happened is that Phillips was working through a backlog of messages, Titanic's wireless had been broken earlier and he had fixed it against standing orders from the Marconi company (which actually made it possible for any of them to survive in the end).

He had cranked the power all the way up to be able to understand the messages of Cape Race, which was on the edge of his receivers' span. Californian's operator, Cyril Evans, chimed in in the middle of that with a "I SAY, OLD MAN, WE ARE STOPPED AND SURROUNDED BY ICE!" essentially blasting Phillips' ears off, since Californian was much closer.

Phillips told him to pipe down, Evans signed off and went to bed. The issue is: no one is at fault here. Phillips had already received and delivered multiple ice warnings, Evans was telling him nothing new or indicating that it was an urgent message, so Phillips had no reason to consider it important. Evans, in his inquiry, literally states that he was "jamming" him and gives no indication that Phillips was acting rude.

Titanic's speed at the time is debated. Boxhall says he estimates it at around 22 knots based on the propeller speed, Lightoller at 21.5, the US inquiry at "no less than 21". However, that is an estimation, and we nowadays think that Titanic was going around 20-21 knots.

The officers were also unsure about the exact position of the Titanic, Boxhall actually calculated her a good 13 nautical miles further west than she was, so some mis-estimates are to be expected. We actually aren't quite sure what her exact top speed would have been, Lightoller estimated it at 22-23 knots based on "general rumours", Lowe at 24 to 25, which is a really hefty difference.

We can assume Titanic's top speed to be similar to her sister ship Olympic's after Olympic got refitted with a three-bladed central propeller, which was around 24.5 knots (according to Chirnside). So while we can't be fully sure of her potential, it's a pretty safe bet that she wasn't going full speed, she was essentially going "cruising" speed.

Now, was Titanic ignoring all the ice warnings? No. The surviving officers testified they were aware of them, and that Smith had told them to expect ice at around midnight and to get him immediately (his cabin was right on the bridge) if anything changed.

Now, was she speeding? That, actually, comes down to your interpretation of events. Some could say that going "cruising" speed at night with ice warnings would be constituted as reckless speeding. However, all evidence indicates that holding your speed and posting look outs, only reducing once you actually spot dangerous ice yourself, was the common procedure. Here's an excerpt from the UK inquiry that sums it up well:

It was shown that for many years past, indeed, for a quarter of a century or more, the practice of liners using this track when in the vicinity of ice at night had been in clear weather to keep the course, to maintain the speed and to trust to a sharp look-out to enable them to avoid the danger. This practice, it was said, had been justified by experience, no casualties having resulted from it. I accept the evidence as to the practice and as to the immunity from casualties which is said to have accompanied it. But the event has proved the practice to be bad.

Titanic, by her best judgment, was not acting recklessly. She was following common procedures for a ship her size and built at the time (very, very unlike the Titan, since I see that comparison often).

The idea that "as long as the weather is clear, you go top/normal speed" is also backed up by other captains in the inquiry, mainly Pritchard (commander of the Mauretania, who as mentioned was much quicker) but also Andrew Braes, Hugh Young, Edwin Cannons and William Stewart as well as others. They all say the exact same thing: if they were warned about ice and it was clear weather, they'd go their normal speed, day and night. They would only add extra lookouts in bad weather conditions, and only do "what they thought was proper" once they actually saw any ice themselves.

They really emphasize the "in clear weather" part, and we know that the Titanic thought they were traveling in clear weather (Smith and Lightoller had even discussed it that very night). And they were!

The issue is that it was almost TOO clear.

The waves didn't even break on the iceberg, and the stars didn't even reflect off it. Meaning they saw it way later than they would usually. This was very, very unusual. Lightroller said that "the first time in my experience in the Atlantic in 24 years, and I have been going across the Atlantic nearly all the time, of seeing an absolutely flat sea.".

This was an unprecedented condition for them, and they had no way of knowing how it would impact visibility of icebergs.

Cameron shows a scene where Ismay urges Captain Smith to go quicker to reach New York a day earlier. This seems to be entirely based on the testimony of Elizabeth Lindsey Lines, who states that she overheard Ismay and Smith discussing Olympic's and Titanic's maiden voyages, and that Ismay was saying:

"Well, we did better to-day than we did yesterday, we made a better run to-day than we did yesterday, we will make a better run to-morrow. Things are working smoothly, the machinery is bearing the test, the boilers are working well". They went on discussing it, and then I heard [Ismay] make the statement: "We will beat the Olympic and get in to New York on Tuesday."

It's true that Titanic was being quicker than Olympic, but we know now that that is mostly down to Titanic's superior propellor system (something we actually didn't know until someone dug up an engineering notebook like a decade ago). We have zero other evidence that Titanic was trying to be quicker, or that Ismay somehow was trying to force Smith to speed.

No other passenger or crew member testified anything of that nature. Titanic was also not gonna get the Blue Ribband, as mentioned previously Mauretania was a whole few knots quicker. Arriving a whole day earlier would only throw the travel plans and hotel bookings of the passengers into chaos. There was nothing to gain from speeding.

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