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Bugs and Hisses ✧ Draco x Reader

Summary: Halloween with Draco <3 Friends into BOO’s (teehee)

Warnings: mild drinking nothing tooo crazy but not encouraging it !

Words: 5.2K

A/N: this is my first one shot in like a month and i ofc had to do something for halloween even tho im a tad late but its still a halloweekend KIND OF !!!!!!! </3 I HOPE ITS GOOOD

“No, it’s a stupid holiday.”

Draco crossed his arms in a stubborn child-like way, a scowl on his face as he stared forward towards the front of the class where Snape was giving a lecture on the small but vicious Erkling creatures.

“Come on, please,” you pleaded quietly. Your gaze kept flickering between your easily-irked professor and the pouting blond beside you, hoping that in a few short seconds you would get the answer you were hoping for that way you could get back into your notes instead of possibly getting a detention or losing house points.

In all the years you’ve been friends with the Prince of Slytherin, you learned that he loathed the holiday and any festivities that came with it. Every year, you beg him to go out to one of the many parties that are thrown ranging from small gatherings to full-on blowouts or just do something halloween related with you, but he always refuses. His reasoning, as he put it, was that he was simply ‘too mature to be dressing up as a foul creature.’

You knew he mostly spent the holiday either asleep in his dorm or walking around aimlessly with Crabbe and Goyle to target unsuspecting first-years after the big feast but this year, you finally had enough of his anti-halloween agenda. You wanted to spend the evening and hopefully night with him laughing by your side and showing him how fun everything could be, but most of all - you wanted to see him in a costume.

“Please, if you go I will never ask you for anything ever again,” you tried again once Snape had turned his back to the class.

Draco pursed his lips as though he was genuinely considering it, his eyes still locked on the back of the greasy-haired professor before he turned slightly to you with a deep sigh. “Fine, but don’t expect this to be an annual thing.”

You gave him a bright smile, holding yourself back from jumping around in your seat and completely pushing aside the desire to throw your arms around him in excitement.

“I promise you’ll have fun.”

He hid the small smile that grew on his face from seeing how happy his answer made you, turning his head down towards his parchment filled with notes that all of a sudden seemed interesting as he avoided your gaze. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was the smallest bit of excited at the thought of spending the holiday with you because he knew that wherever you went or whatever you did, he would be perfectly content with you by his side because for the first time in all your years as friends; he realized only a month ago that the weird fluttering feeling in the pit of his stomach when he was around you or the weird overwhelming warmth that spread throughout his entire body like an ocean of water breaking through a dam - was a crush. He hated it at first, noticing and begrudgingly acknowledging it. He thought it was cliche that he somehow fell for one of his closest friends and mostly, he thought that he was going to ruin the friendship entirely. He wanted to wreck it himself, trying to distance himself from you and being extra mean - but he couldn’t.

He adored your company too much and everything that came with you. He adores your laugh, your smile, your hugs when you greet him and how you somehow give him one each time he needs it the most. He adores the study-buddy system you guys have almost every other week before a quiz or an exam. He adores your bad jokes and clumsy accidents even though those qualities annoy him with anyone else. He adores the way you want him to join you in everything fun you and he especially adores the times when he overhears you talking about him as if he’s your favorite person in the world.

Bottom line, he’s all about you.

So when this season of spookiness came, he was expecting your pleading for him to spend the day with you. Only this time, it only took you a couple times before he ultimately agreed to give in to you.

You were ready to explode with thrill at the thought of what the night held in store for you and you didn’t hide it one bit. When the big Hogwarts Hallowe’en feast was over and every one began spilling out from the Great Hall and into the main foyer, you were searching restlessly for a clean mop of silver hair that almost always stuck out in the mass of students. You weren’t sure if you were able to spot him anywhere in under a few seconds because he was unimaginably important to you, or because his hair was so uniquely bright, or maybe it was how boisterous and loud Crabbe and Goyle always were when they were by him, especially if he was with other Slytherins - but you found him, every single time with ease.

After standing on your tippy-toes several times to overlook the stampede of everyone, you finally spotted Draco leaning across a pillar with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face while he stood in a circle of his House friends that included his two goons and his quidditch teammates. You watched him thoughtfully as you approached, taking slow steps towards the group to admire him from afar and also because they were all slightly intimidating. He looked lost in the conversation, laughs escaping from his upturned lips as he listened to whatever was being said, large pale hands running through his hair every so often when the front pieces of his hair would flop down to his forehead.

He looked ridiculously good and effortlessly at that.

You weren’t sure if you should interrupt, hesitating a few feet away from them to where they couldn’t sense your presence but you were close enough to see and hear them clearly.

“We’ll see you later tonight then, Malfoy?” One of the boys nodded towards Draco.

“I’ll show up for a bit, I suppose,” he shrugs.

You see him look around the circle of boys, eyes landing on you momentarily and then back to his friends before doing a double-take towards you again in surprise. You tried to ignore the butterflies erupting in your stomach when his smile widens slightly into a short-lived toothy grin while he said a quick goodbye to his friends causing them all to disband and him to start approaching you.

“Are you ready for the halloween of a lifetime?” You ask as he neared.

He rolled his eyes, laughing faintly. “Where am I meeting you, darling?”

The nick name he used so rarely for you made your knees feel weak, a warm blush rushing up your neck and inching onto your cheeks that you knew was going to be very apparent on your face in a few seconds.

“I’ll meet you right here in an hour,” you say quickly.

You didn’t give him time to answer before you turned quickly in the direction of your common room and began rushing away before he could see the effect he had on you that was so clearly appearing on your face.

You didn’t know what the night held for you and Draco or where it would lead you. Unknowing to you, you were both hoping something more could come out of the evening between the two of you. But he wasn’t one to express himself in that department of feelings and you weren’t feeling bold enough to say anything about yours. It was a gray area of hoping that fate could somehow intervene and throw the two of you into what you both wanted without either of you really saying anything - but it was impossible. There was no outcome or situation you had in mind that could lead you into that, so you were stuck desperately hoping that one day things might end up differently.

It was beginning to feel ironic how in your world full of real tangible magic, there wasn’t a magical solution to your problem. You were trapped feeling like a muggle who had to figure things out by themselves, no magic included. The thought of giving him a love potion did cross your mind as a joke, but it wasn’t a genuine or fair option but little did you know, you don’t need a potion for him to feel the same way - because he already did.

Walking into your dorm felt like an exuberant disaster of everyone running around and sitting in front of mirrors with their makeup or dressing into their costumes. It was noisy and filled with chatter and you were in shock from how much clutter everyone was able to make in such a short period of time from when the feast ended to now. A simple spell would clean everything up so you and everybody else didn’t really pay it any mind.

You maneuvered around the mess of your housemates and towards your bed where your costume was kept in the trunk underneath it, plopping down onto the floor to pull it from the underskirt of your House colored bedding.

“Did he finally say yes?” Your closest roomie friend jumped onto your bed, propping herself up on her elbows and resting her chin on her hands as she watched you dig through your bottomless trunk.

“Surprisingly, yes,” you answered, hiding the smile on your face.

She drawled out a teasing ‘ooh,’ poking your arm lightly with her index finger as you shied away and leaned deeper into your trunk. She was the only one who you willingly admitted your crush to as she was the only person you really trusted to not blather it off to someone.

“Will I be seeing you two in the Slytherin common room?” She wiggled her eyebrows. “The boys are throwing a party and I luckily got an invite, you know how they are. So picky with who shows up.”

“You mean they’re pretentious?” You laugh. “But I don’t know if we’ll be going to it. I know Draco obviously got invited but I was thinking we could do other things.”

“Like what?” She questions as if she knew it was going to be something dirty. “I know a few secret spots around the castle-”

“No, get your mind out of the gutter,” you smack her arm lightly. “I honestly have no clue what to do. I didn’t think he’d actually agree because he never does.”

She runs her hands over her face, stifling her laughs of disbelief before she sighed loudly. “I still suggest some broom closets, hidden out of sight.”

You sit up, pushing her from where she was lying while she laughed amusingly at your false horrified reaction that you put on to hide the fact from her that what she was suggestion really was what you wanted.

“I’ll leave you alone so you can get your costume on,” she smiles, jumping up from your bed and tossing one of your pillows at you as she walked away. You let out a huff, tossing it back onto your duvet before setting your costume down on the spot your friend was lying in.

You stared at it hesitantly, all of a sudden feeling nauseous at the thought of going out later with Draco as if it was some sort of date even though you knew it wasn’t. It was just two friends, hanging out, doing some spooky and fun Halloween activities together and nothing more; so why were you feeling so nervous? You weren’t sure if it was your instincts warning you of something major that was approaching or the fear that what you didn’t have planned was going to bite you in the arse when you continuously told Draco he was going to enjoy himself when you didn’t even know if that was going to be true. You didn’t want to disappoint him and mess it up for you in the future when the holiday came again and you didn’t want this to be the first and last time you experienced it with him.

The pressure was raining down on you like thick, hard pieces of hail with no end in sight.

As you were getting dressed and doing your makeup for your costume as you liked, (i’m trying to be vague for your own imagination teehee) all you could think about was what in the hell you were going to do once you met up with the Prince of Slytherin. Your train of thought was then derailed into wondering what he was going to be dressed up as or if he was going to be dressed up at all considering the way he is. He was the type to make fun of people who dressed up, that you knew when you ran into him last year as you were walking back to your common room with your friend, both of you in costume and victims of his gentle bullying. He obviously went easier on the two of you since you were there, telling you he was just messing around afterwards and saying he liked yours but once you were out of his sight but still in ear-shot, you heard him and his two minions berating a small group of people that unfortunately passed by them.

You gave yourself one last look in the floor mirror, letting out a long shaky exhale with your hands clasped together before you started towards the way out of your dorm, through the common room, and ultimately towards the foyer outside the Great Hall where Draco was most likely waiting for you. An hour had gone by since you last saw him, an hour of stress and panic that hadn’t slowed down or stopped.

Your shoes dragged against the stone floors, hugging yourself tightly as you walked nearer towards the spot where you were supposed to meet and as you lifted your gaze - you saw him there, staring right at you with a small grin and just like you expected, no costume.

“Nice costume,” he compliments when you reach him.

“Where’s yours?” You frown.

“I’m not dressing up. That’s embarrassing,” he shakes his head.

You scoff, crossing your arms. “You’re the only one not dressed up, that’s embarrassing.”

You don’t know why it was irritating to you that he wasn’t in costume, even if you knew he wasn’t. You figured it was because you were trying to overpower your nervousness with different more consuming feelings, and much to your and Draco’s dismay, it worked.

You weren’t nervous anymore, just irked.

“I’m staying like this, take it or leave it.”

You rolled your eyes, staring him down and hoping that he would change his mind but he wouldn’t. He was ridiculously stubborn.

In the heat of the moment of a fleeting thought, you decided that if he wasn’t going to be in costume, you would put him in one or at least a hint of one. You pulled your wand out, pointing it onto his striking white hair and with one easy spell, his hair was now a flaming vibrant red.

“Y/N!” He growled, running towards the closest thing that would show off his reflection where he let out a string of frantic curse words. “I look like a bloody Weasley.”

Your laughter caught him off guard, the sound ringing in his ears like music that spread warmth throughout him. You were clutching at your stomach with one hand and pointing at him with the other, giggling wildly at the sight of him with hair that did not suit him at all. He smiled to himself, your glee rubbing off on him abruptly that ate away quickly at his anger.

“You should’ve given me some ratty old hand-me-down robes and I’d look just like Ron,” he notes.

“That’s rude, Draco,” you say still laughing. He smirks, leaving the shiny statue of a knight in armor where he was checking his reflection and back over to you where you were still stuck in between doubling over in laughter and watching him.

“I’m glad this is funny to you,” he muses. He begins digging into the pocket of his dress pants, taking your vulnerability as a chance for him to tap his wand to the top of your head and before you could react, your whole hair had turned a deep green.

Your laughter immediately ended as you ran towards the suit of armor, your grimacing reflection staring back at you with deep Slytherin green hair and a distorted Draco behind you doubling over just like you were moments ago.

“This looks,” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, the scowl on your face saying enough for you as you turned bitterly towards Draco.

“Great?” He suggested, his guffawing subsiding into airy chuckles as you stood in front of him. Yours picked up again as you stared up at him, his striking bright red hair looking terribly unfamiliar on him. He was looking down at you, his heart jumping at the sight of you holding back your laughter. “You really do look dashing by the way.”

You swallowed thickly, thankful for the darkness that had settled around the castle and easily hid the scarlet brush appearing on your face. “But my hair is green.”

“Green is my favorite color.”

You opened your mouth to speak, your stomach and heart dropping simultaneously as your mind went completely blank. You pretended to not notice how he took a step closer to you to where he was almost fully against you and he pretended not to notice the way your lips were parted and how your chest was rising and falling a little too heavily as if you were nervous. It was game over for you when his gaze flickered down towards your lips and then back to your eyes, his head leaning down just the slightest like if he were waiting for you to meet him halfway. You were about to get closer to him, about to let your eyes close and give in to what you believed was him wanting to kiss you - but the world had other plans.

“Malfoy! There you are!” Someone boomed, clambering up the steps from the direction of the dungeons. You both jumped away from each other, your attention diverted to the Slytherin boy that interrupted the moment. “Malfoy come on, the party! And you can bring her too.”

You frowned when the boy came up to the two of you, clearly tipsy, dressed as a stereotypical vampire, and over-excited with the fact that Draco was out and willing to participate in Halloween festivities. It seemed like it bothered the now red-head when he looked to you and then back to the Slytherin boy with an apprehensive expression.

The boy, sensing the pause in the air, grabbed onto both you and Draco’s arms and started dragging the two of you towards the Slytherin common room where although the stone walls were thick, the sound of people celebrating inside were easily slipping past the stone slabs. He spoke the password out quickly and as soon as the entrance was open, you were both shoved inside into what looked like the largest party you had ever witnessed in all your years at Hogwarts. It was packed and filled with what looked like half of the school, or at least a huge majority of fifth-years and up. It was loud with music booming from a brand new wizarding-world radio in the middle of the room currently playing a song from the Weird Sisters. It smelled like a mixture of everyone’s perfumes and colognes and like firewhisky. The boy that pushed you two inside quickly passed you two cups of the very potent firewhisky before downing the third one he had in his hand and disappeared into the crowd while screaming for you to enjoy yourselves.

You both stood awkwardly away from the big and rowdy crowd, your drink clenched tightly in your hand against your chest and Draco swishing his around while it was still in the cup.

He wanted to up and run, thinking that someone was going to make a comment about his hair or about him being there, but no one seemed to pay attention to him or that he was there and in a way, he felt relieved by it and less tense by the second.

“How in the bloody hell did we end up here?” You yelled over the music, putting a hand over his arm that was holding his drink up. You didn’t mean to, but you were glad you did because he glanced down at the contact with a small smile before looking back up to you.

“We got dragged here, remember!” He yelled back.

“What?”

“We got dragged here!”

“I can’t hear you!”

He rolled his eyes, bending down towards your ear to repeat himself one last time before you finally heard him over the mayhem around you.

“This is crazy!” You looked around the room, the sight of all the bodies and recklessness being too much as they were all more than likely drunk and oblivious to how stuffy and suffocating the room was becoming.

You looked down at the golden brown liquid sloshing around in your cup, wondering whether or not you should take it, but with the nervousness you felt coming back, it didn’t take you much longer to decide to down your cup and allow the liquid courage to seep into your veins. Draco watched you with amusement, chuckling to himself when you scrunched up your face in disgust from the burn he knew it caused as it went down your throat. He shook his head, deciding to drink his too and it was only minutes that passed before the drink was quickly becoming apparent in your systems. There was something about Firewhisky that always made its mark promptly and it really was courage in a bottle that you were glad was available to you in that moment because you were sure that in just a few minutes you were close to fainting.

You were beginning to sway faintly to the music, the rhythm sounding more loud but distant and more invigorating. You didn’t care anymore if anyone was watching or that Draco was observing you curiously just as he was beginning to lose all sense of holding himself back. He was inching closer to you, his head moving slightly to beat of the song and pure joy etched onto his features when your eyes met his.

“I keep forgetting I turned your hair red!” You yelled up to him, laughing loudly when he ran his hand through it. In your moment of confidence, you reached up and lightly ran your fingers over one of the front pieces hanging over his forehead. He didn’t stop you, his heart hammering against his chest from the drink and his overwhelming crush that was clouding all his senses. “Your hair is so soft!”

He wanted to pin you up against the wall right then and there. You were peering up at him, just as you were before you were dragged inside by one of his Housemates and as soon as he was about to kiss you.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He knew to bend down this time for you to hear him to which you responded with a fervent nod. You took his hand in yours, pulling him towards the exit of the common room and he let you lead him into the coldness of the dungeons that bit at his cheeks. It was a stark difference from the warmth inside, the crisp October air being more chilled than what either of you were expecting. It felt nice against your flushed skin and easier to breathe, especially once after the common room closed again and you could hear was muffled talking and music.

Neither of you were drunk and were still aware of pretty much everything, mostly the feelings stirring inside you both that was begging either of you to make a move towards the other. You were just a tad tipsy, and so was he, but it was enough for you to still enjoy the night without the initial awkwardness that oddly settled in between you. It was weird, considering how open and talkative you usually were with each other but there was something about the evening that made it feel like if you didn’t know each other.

“What now?” He asked you with a raised brow, his hand slipping into his pocket.

You smiled, an idea coming to your head that you knew he would love and you didn’t mind doing in the name of Halloween. “Do you want to go mess with people?”

He stared at you with widened eyes, “bloody hell, I love you.”

There was nothing that could have prepared you for his response, your own eyes widening in shock as you stared at him. He felt his face get hot in embarrassment, Merlin, he felt so stupid. He was mentally smacking himself in the head, desperately wishing he could bury himself seven feet under the Earth and staying there until the end of time.

He was about to play off what he said in a joking way, but for the second time that night he was interrupted by a couple that stumbled out of the common room drunkenly snogging each other’s faces off and wholly oblivious to you and Draco standing there in lingering panic. You jumped back into his arms when the couple staggered past you, almost knocking you over in the process of their makeout session and it annoyed you beyond belief. It annoyed you that they were in your way, annoyed that they interrupted you, annoyed that it wasn’t you in their position with the one you wanted.

You dug your wand out of your pocket, flicking it their way as they rolled onto the wall, still in each other’s hold until the hex that flew from your wand hit the boy causing him to stagger back from the girl and holding his nose in pain. You heard Draco laugh from behind you when bats began to fly out from the boy’s nostrils while the girl screamed and ran away from one of the bats that swept down onto her head. The bats flew out of the dungeon and up the stairs with the boy struggling loudly the whole way up until his panicked screams were no longer heard.

“That was a perfect bat-bogey,” he looks at you proudly. “I feel bad for that poor bloke’s nose.”

“Thank you, thank you,” you bowed jokingly.

When the sound of the door opened again, you both ran to hide behind a long drape against the wall that didn’t hide your shoes very well and pressed up against your bodies that’s shapes were no doubt visible from the opposite side.

You heard footsteps trail haphazardly down the corridor, their back seemingly facing you and as you both peeked your heads out from behind the drape, Draco nodded towards the boy and pointed his wand towards him.

“Slugulus Eructo,” you heard him whisper and a stream of green light from his wand hit the back of the boy’s head and as he turned around in surprise while doubling over in pain, his hand clamped tightly over his mouth as slugs began to slip past the spaces between his fingers. When he stood up to run away, you noticed it was the same boy from earlier that stopped you two from the almost kiss and dragged you to the party. You let out a string of giggles as he ran away just like your last victims.

“This is so mean,” you chortle, leaning into him from behind the drape in an attempt to get closer to him. You were feeling bolder when he beamed down at you, feeling happy knowing that although the night was still young, he was having fun. “Thank you for coming with me tonight, I know you don’t like Halloween.” You say quietly.

“You finally convinced me, it’s not that bad,” he grins.

“Why’d you hate it in the first place?”

The question seemed to strike a nerve but the Firewhisky still flowing freely in his veins tore away easily at his defenses so instead of avoiding your question entirely like he usually would, he frowned and let his guard down.

“I don’t hate it,” he answers apprehensively. “My father never let me celebrate it. He never let me dress up. He told me respectable wizards don’t partake in holidays like these.”

His pout made your gut twist in sympathy, your hand instinctively going into his as you squeezed it reassuringly. “It’s never too late to start celebrating. Besides, I don’t see him here stopping you.”

He smiled for what felt like the hundredth time that night, his stained-red hair falling over his eyes as he looked down to his shoes.

“You have a point, darling.”

The door of the common room opened again and what you suspected to be another snogging couple to stumble out from the sound of heavy breathing and multiple shoes scuffling about was something completely different.

“Glad Malfoy stayed with someone else today.” It was Crabbe.

“Yeah, he never lets us go to these parties,” Goyle responds. “Go ahead and thank Y/L/N for freeing us, he fancies her like a fool.”

“Reckon we should go look for them?”

You figured Goyle nodded to him like the blathering idiot he was because in a few short seconds they were running away up the same steps everyone else had.

You peered up slowly at Draco who was already gaping at you like a deer in headlights. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. The gears in your brain were spinning wildly with happiness, the gossip hopefully being proven true when he didn’t try to deny it. You didn’t realize how close his face was to yours, cheeks tinged with pink from both the firewhisky and sudden shyness and his warm cinnamon breath fanning your face as he looked down at you.

“I can explain,” he finally said.

He didn’t need to; you placed your hands gently on his cheeks, pulling him impossibly closer to you and pressing your lips against his, catching him completely by surprise. His eyes were wide at first, his body rigid and his lips unmoving, but once it finally clicked that this was real and no longer a fantasy that played like a broken record in his head, his lips moved fervently against yours with the rest of his body following. His hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers squeezing at the hem of your bottoms and his body pushing even further into yours.

Your bottom lip caught lightly in between his teeth as you reluctantly pulled away from him, the both of you breathing raggedly as you searched each other’s eyes.

“I feel the same,” you said softly. “Happy Halloween.”

He smashes his lips hungrily against yours again, his ego growing with each gasp of a delight that escapes your mouth as your hands roamed and tangled themselves into his magically colored strands.

“Very...happy...halloween,” he mutters against your lips in between kisses, a dazy smile adorning your face while he tightened his arms around you.

You just couldn’t wait until next year.

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holdinbacksecrets · 3 years

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All Flowers

AN: Jungkook stays, you’re smitten, and he’s fond of more than just the novels on your bookshelf. 1.6k words (feedback is always appreciated!)

You hum softly to yourself, headphones in, taking the weight of your shopping bags in a single hand as you searched for your house key.

Your face flushes when you notice the combat boots inside the entryway. Jungkook’s coat hanging on one of the hooks. You hear the sink in your bathroom turn on as you place all the bags on the kitchen counter. Your movements are slow, focusing on the way your heart beat is increasing, realizing he stayed. He stayed. It felt like validation after a week of your thoughts being consumed by him, and then last night happened. A new truth setting in that you would have a hard time letting him go.

You’re removing your headphones when the bathroom door opens. A smile spreads across his face, skin bare and dewy. “Hey, how was your morning?”

Your mouth gapes, struggling to lace together a single, coherent sentence. The man before you wastes no time as he moves forward, pressing his lips against your forehead. “Can I help you unpack? I know I don’t know where anything goes yet.”

Yet, he said. Yet as in one day he would know the drawers and cabinets in your apartment like the back of his hand. Yet, he said, like kissing your forehead when you get home would become a daily routine. The idea of the single action not stimulating goosebumps left you shocked, yet completely hopeful.

“How about the cold groceries? That should be easy enough, right?”

Jungkook nods enthusiastically. His eagerness to help leaves your heart fluttering.

“I didn’t expect... I mean, you’re still here.”

Your gaze falls on him briefly, biting back a smile in adoration as he chooses items to put away. You stand to your tippy toes, looking into the canvas bags and collecting the jar of peanut butter and cereal box.

Jungkook opens the fridge behind you, placing the yogurt and milk into the places he deemed fit, managing to get each one right.

“I almost left, a few times actually. I even wrote something to leave on your pillow, but I saw this book on your shelf about plants and insects. Then I was reading the poetry book with your handwriting in the margins, and admiring the view from your balcony— is that ok?”

His eyes are wide. The nervousness evident on his features. You close the cabinet, and rest your hip against the edge of the granite. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip before pushing yourself away from the corner of the kitchen. You walk across the tile floor until you’re standing directly in front of Jungkook. His nerves diminish your own, and you place your hand on his waist, feeling his toned abdomen beneath your palm.

“Stay. Always stay. Read every book on my shelf, and write little notes if you feel like it. Hell, play the xbox or play station, whatever that box is beside my tv, for hours if you want to. I like having you here, Jungkook.”

“You like having me here.” It’s not a question, but a verbal reassurance for himself, repeating your words and enjoying the way they sound.

You nod anyways, rubbing your thumb against his covered skin. “Don’t lose this bashfulness too soon, ok? It’ll take me some time to catch up with the confidence that I know is in there.” Your pointer finger meets Jungkook’s chest, and his head falls back in time with his laughter.

You work in tandem, finishing the groceries. Your feet padding against the hard wood as you move with ease to put away toiletries and new bathroom towels. Jungkook trims the stems off the flowers in the bouquet you purchased, while you search for a vase.

“I swear I have one. My mom sent me one last Spring.” You’re bent over at the waist, searching through the cabinet beneath your sink. “Does a jar work?”

You stand up again, and move to your closet, finding the largest mason jar you own.

“I can make anything work.” Fingertips brush your hand at the exchange, “You don’t get flowers often do you?”

You bump your shoulder against Jungkook’s forearm, coming up short beside him and mirroring his smile. You could feel the color and warmth rising to your cheeks, too. There was something about this mundane action being shared together, in daylight. It was a refreshing moment to add to the memories stacking up in your mind, feeling different in comparison to the nights already spent together.

You fill the jar with water, and place it in front of him, jumping to sit on the granite. “I do buy flowers, but sometimes they never make it out of the paper wrapping. Other days I pluck off all the petals and put them in the bath, maybe arrange them on my bed if I’m feeling fancy.”

Jungkook chuckles, completely endeared. Your head falls to the side, noticing the depth in this laugh, compared to the previous squeak, wondering if there were others you had yet to hear.

“I’ll buy you a real vase, and next time we’ll do this together so you’ll know how, just in case you decide to leave the petals on the flowers.”

You lift your hand, messing up his hair. Jungkook’s cupreous eyes lock with yours, flashing starlight before his focus returns to the jar and flowers in front of him.

“What about you?” You wonder aloud.

The edge of Jungkook’s lip lifts up as he finishes the arrangement. “What about me?”

“How do you know how to do this? You look like a natural.”

“I’ve done it with my hyungs, but I also grew up watching my mom arrange bouquets when I got home from school. Almost every Tuesday she’d go to the market. I was intrigued by simple things back then.”

“You’re not anymore?”

Jungkook shakes his head, pushing the jar to the middle of the counter. He crosses his arms and sighs gently. “I wouldn’t say that, but life isn’t always flowers, is it?”

Your head cocks to the side, taking him in. Your expression softening. A curiosity taking over as you accept your wanting to know him.

“You better stick around, Jungkook. I’m no where near done with you.”

He places his hands on your thighs, coming to stand between your legs. His lips meet your forehead again, and you lean into him, feeling his smile on your skin.

“Be careful what you say, bug. I’m already quite fond of your bookshelf.”

He pulls away and you giggle, squeezing his bicep. “Is that all you’re fond of?”

Jungkook tucks his hair behind his ears, earrings sparkling, “should there be something else?” He squeezes your leg gently. “No, I’m fond of you. Much more fond of you.”

“I’ll try not to get too confident then.”

I’m sure I can make your life all flowers if you let me.

Your hand comes to rest against the side of his neck. Your thumb grazing his jawline before you lean in, stopping centimeters away from his pink lips, hoping Jungkook will close the distance.

When he does, you’re reminded why the last week had been taken up by the excitement of seeing him again: if, when, how. And then last night happened, and it felt like magic: the two of you together. You thought you loved Jungkook’s lips in shadows as candlelight cut through the darkness, but you didn’t mind his touch in the early afternoon either.

You loved the gentle notes of his cologne, and the way his jeans hugged his hips and thighs. You admired his oversized shirt, knowing what sculpted beauty laid underneath. Moreover, you loved how he chose to spend his free time here: learning about you, familiarizing himself with your space, trimming flowers, because you weren’t the only one smitten.

Your fingers meet, colliding as they card through dark locks. His right hand leaves your thigh to caress your cheek. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling Jungkook flush against you.

Your kisses slow, savoring each other’s lips before inhaling breaths. You lean forward once more, catching the corner of his mouth as your eyes open. “When can I see you again?” He asks, tracing the shell of your ear, intimately.

“I work all week until 4:30, but I’m all yours any time after that.”

“Are you off Sunday morning? I’m not bad in the kitchen, can make a mean French toast.”

You nod, biting your lip to cover a smile. “Sunday, then. I’m all yours, Jungkook.”

“Ok, Sunday.” And just like that, his eyes flash with childlike glee, and you’re sensing those butterflies in your stomach all over again.

“What am I going to do with you?” Your forehead falls to rest against his shoulder, savoring the final moments before he’s set to leave.

“Why do you say that?” His words meet your ear in a hum; a comforting cadence.

Finally giving into your smile, “I have a feeling about you.” A damn good one, too.

Jungkook’s fingertips run up and down the length of your back, and you breathe easily against his chest. Your temple meeting his clavicle.

A few months had transpired since you met Jungkook for the first time. Your paths crossed in midnight rendezvous and dinners with mutual friends, until today. You had a habit of rewarding your maintained distance, labeling it as self preservation, but all you felt now was comfort, safety, and security. The voice that always accompanied past possibilities of love, with a blaring alarm, was no where to be found.

Emotions grew with every moment spent in Jungkook’s company. You could tell it would not take long before small sparks of love consumed you entirely. It began in candlelit rooms, but grew over French toast and flower petals, as his unknowns and simple quirks became your favorite things.

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what happened with optigami??

Ugh happened.

- Episode begins with Nathalie in bed with a screen in front of her, and Gabriel sitting next to her and watching. It's explained to the audience through Nathalie what she and Gabriel have been up to since "Miracle Queen," since they learned the heroes' identities. The screen shows each hero and their civilian self, and Nathalie created a sentimonster called Optigami (a mechanical butterfly - think Tippi from Super Paper Mario but edgy) with eyes that can appear on the wings that can possess any object and record what it sees, transmitting it back to Nathalie's screen) to reveal Ladybug's secrets. Optigami stalked the civilians, but they were just teenagers who "spent their time at school or activities outside of it" (thanks, Captain Obvious).

- It's said that Ladybug still entrusts the civilians with miraculouses, but has rules to prevent them from discovering her identity (Wayzz is also shown on camera despite kwami not being visible via technology; magic, I guess???). Optigami has tried to follow Ladybug, but hasn't managed to catch her. Nathalie considers the sentimonster useless, but Gabriel has an idea, pointing out the vulnerability of civilians returning the miraculouses and suggesting Optigami hide there. Gabriel makes a plan for all the holders to appear and to have a supervillain that Ladybug will need another hero to beat.

- Cut to Audrey shouting at someone about glitter when she gets a call from Gabriel, who talks about a fashion icon award from her magazine that she should give to his son. Audrey agrees to send invitations right away.

- Marinette is shown in her room, staring at her invitation with a big smile because Adrien is on it. Alya explains to the kwami that everyone is invited to the event where Adrien will get an award and that's why Marinette has been frozen staring at the invite for the past ten minutes. The kwami talk about being invited too since "everyone" is invited, and Marinette snaps out of her trance to deny them; no owner, no trips. Trixx argues that he can go because he has Alya, but Marinette reminds him that she (Marinette) has the miraculous. Trixx tells her to give Alya the fox permanently. Alya agrees with this decision, especially now that she knows she's Ladybug, but Marinette insists that it's too risky and that one of the rules she's sticking to is to not give out any miraculouses. Trixx turns away in a huff, arms crossed, while Alya assures that it's fine because it's Marinette's decision and they have to leave now anyway. Marinette snaps back into her fawning state, staring at the invitation again.

- The students show up at the event, specifically Marinette (the only one who makes no sense), Adrien (who's there for the award), Alya (Rena Rouge), Nino (Carapace), Kagami (Ryuko), Luka (Viperion), Kim (Roi Singe), and Max (Pegase). No other students showed up. While they're heading for the elevator, Nino and Alya are doing something on a tablet and do a special high-five in celebration. Kim also uses the stairs instead of the elevator, insisting he'll be faster and telling Max to time him. After he charges up, Alya slides up to Marinette and talks about the elevator being perfect to get close to her "secret crush." Marinette, who was literally fine a second ago, starts freaking out at the idea of her and Adrien accidentally touching, bracing herself against the elevator's frame when Alya tries to forcefully shove her inside. The elevator closes without her and Marinette sighs, telling Alya that she doesn't want to rush it.

- People are starting to sit down for the event and Alya and Nino are doing their high-five again (which Marinette smiles sadly at). Audrey is impatient and demands to start filming, but Alec isn't back yet. Meanwhile, Optigami flies in and goes into an Adrien picture to hide, which makes Nathalie's screen light up on top of her bed. Nathalie informs Shadow Moth via earpiece that Optigami is in place.

- Alec is in the restroom playing on his phone. Shadow Moth places an amok in his staff and makes a sentimonster that looks exactly like Alec. The real Alec comes out and is confused, then cowers at Shadow Moth and the sentimonster Alec. SentiAlec leaves the restroom, showing over-dramatic flair as he jumps on stage. A few people are thrown off, but Audrey doesn't care and just wants to get started.

- The filming officially begins and everyone is shown watching the event. SentiAlec is barely into his introduction before he starts openly trashing Audrey (such as calling her outdated), which shocks Audrey and briefly makes Chloe laugh until Chloe catches Audrey glaring at her. SentiAlec adds a comment about the award ceremony being rigged, then isn't phased when Audrey starts to say he's fired. He finishes the line for her in a question tone, saying it's too late anyway as Audrey has already made a fool of herself. Audrey, ashamed and humiliated, then gets akumatized by an akuma Shadow Moth sends.

- At the appearance of Style Queen, Marinette and Alya give each other a look. Alya whispers to Nino that they should prepare in case Ladybug needs them, so the two slip off while Marinette goes in the other direction. SentiAlec still insults Style Queen, then flees when Style Queen tries to shoot him, managing to escape. Style Queen goes to shoot Adrien, but her arm is cut by a chair that Kagami throws. Kagami yells at Adrien to run and Adrien stands there and cries out, "Kagami, no!" Style Queen then fires at Kagami, turning her into glitter, and only then do Adrien and Chloe bail. Nathalie then informs Shadow Moth that Kagami (Ryuko) has been eliminated, and Shadow Moth says that they need to find the others before Ladybug arrives. Optigami flies out of the Adrien picture to go searching.

- Adrien manages to slip into an elevator to transform, but before he can, Marinette slips into the same one to transform, both stopping and Marinette having to make an excuse for saying "Tik--". Adrien presses a button and claims he was about to get help and Marinette says he's wonderful, though corrects it to "brave." The elevator doors close and Marinette says that Ladybug will come while Adrien says that Chat Noir will come too, though they both look away nervously afterwards.

- Chloe, meanwhile, pops out from behind a table to tell Style Queen where Alec went. Style Queen reminds Chloe that she'd laughed at her, then goes to shoot her. Chloe uses Zoe as a shield, but the shot causes Chloe to turn into glitter anyway, just alongside Zoe instead of Chloe alone. Nathalie informs Shadow Moth that Chloe is eliminated, then tells Optigami to find the others.

- Max is leading people downstairs to the nearest exit. Nathalie sees it through Optigami and informs Shadow Moth, who informs Style Queen, who makes a tornado of glitter to surround the building, turning the building itself glitter-encrusted with Style Queen's mug on top. This movement apparently knocks out the elevator's power, which sends Adrien and Marinette stumbling to the floor. The people that Max had been trying to lead out are approached by Style Queen, who shoots all of them. Max is eliminated.

- Both Adrien and Marinette try to reach for the elevator's buttons at the same time, their hands touching. Marinette apologizes sheepishly, then tries one of the buttons, but to no avail. They try to pull open the door, but it doesn't work. Marinette is sure that Chat Noir will save them, and Chat Noir agrees nervously, but also brings up Ladybug as an option. Marinette then texts Alya to tell her that she's stuck in an elevator. Alya texts back to ask if she's with Adrien, adding a wink emoji. Marinette responds that--yes, she is, and Alya becomes nervous.

- At the same time, Nino gets a text from Adrien that he's stuck in an elevator with Marinette. Nino thinks it's cool and Alya laughs nervously, pretending to agree. Alya asks Marinette over text how she's going to make this work, and Marinette says that she has a plan but needs to be alone. Alya tries to split from Nino, insisting that she'll give Ladybug a signal that they're there, but Nino wants to go with her. Alya insists, saying that it'll be better that they not get shot as a group, but Nino gives her the lovey dovey eyes and says that he won't let her do it by herself. Alya relents, but says that she has to go somewhere first ("if you know what I mean"), kissing Nino's cheek and then running off.

- SentiAlec returns and Shadow Moth gets rid of him. The real Alec escapes and smacktalks Shadow Moth when he's out of earshot, but Style Queen promptly shoots him. Shadow Moth then tells Style Queen that people are trying to escape into the events, so Style Queen turns into glitter and goes through, finding Luka (who's leading Mayhem carefully through the vents) and turning both of them to glitter, eliminating Luka Couffaine. This leaves three left: Kim, Alya, and Nino.

- Marinette calls the kwami using her phone, as there's a mini cell phone inside the Miracle Box. They all answer at once, which shocks Marinette as she throws the phone in shock, embarrassing her in front of Adrien asks who it is and Marinette makes a hurried excuse about talking to the fire department. She proceeds to act like she's really talking to said department, explaining the situation. Longg says that they're on their way and Marinette hurries to reject the idea, arguing that "helicopters (flying) are bad for the environment." She suggests "riding a horse" instead, and her voice is heard through the elevator and Style Queen picks it up, following after the voice. Optigami also possesses the elevator and spots Adrien and Marinette, with Marinette still repeating the horse comment, which finally makes the kwami realize that she means Kaalki. She's huffy about it, claiming that she's a noble steed - not a horse - and Marinette must mean Fluff. Sass agrees, as apparently horses and rabbits had a common ancestor. Fluff cheerfully talks about going to prehistory and Marinette shouts to deny it, grinning weakly at Adrien for how ridiculous she must sound. Adrien then notices the pair of eyes watching them and ushers Marinette away, shushing her. Marinette notices what Adrien does and ends the call.

- Style Queen opens the elevator doors and looks down at the elevator shaft to where Marinette and Adrien are. Marinette touches her miraculous anxiously and Adrien stares at his ring, internally debating with himself. They both turn at the same time, saying they have something to tell the other, but Nathalie notes that Optigami is only seeing Adrien together with Marinette, who isn't on their list. Shadow Moth discourages Style Queen from going after the elevator and Optigami leaves.

- Adrien sighs in relief, then asks Marinette what she wanted to tell him. Marinette insists it's nothing, asking what he wanted to say, and Adrien claims that he was just wondering what the eyes were. Marinette says she doesn't know, but that they should stay hiding and she'll text Alya to get help. Kim, meanwhile, has just gotten up the stairway, asking if he's won, and Style Queen happens to be right there, shooting him on the spot and eliminating him.

- Marinette sends Alya the kwamis' number and Alya calls it, hearing Trixx complaining on the other line about how Marinette should've let him come. At the same time, Alya gets a call from Nino that she has to reject, which worries Nino enough for him to try and slip up. Optigami happens to be in the extremely specific room and spot to see Nino, which Nathalie informs Shadow Moth of. Style Queen swoops by, turning Nino to glitter, and Shadow Moth gets an idea, making a SentiNino to lure out Alya.

- Alya is running down the stairs when she hears Nino calling her. At the same time, Kaalki pops in through a portal and encourages Alya to jump through. Alya runs in and the portal closes behind her, then she asks Kaalki about kwami using their powers without a holder and that leading to chaos. Kaalki insists that she never causes chaos - only contributes to the extraordinary - and the scene jumpcuts to the Eiffel Tower in the desert.

- Alya gets a text from Marinette, telling her to bring the bee miraculous. Alya taps in the code for the Miracle Box, then takes out the fox and bee. She transforms into Rena Rouge and makes an illusion of Ladybug to keep Style Queen busy, but hesitates as she looks back at the Miracle Box. She pulls out the turtle and Longg questions if Marinette asked her to do that, to which Alya insists that it's a precaution. Kaalki makes another portal and Rena runs through with both Kaalki and Ladybug, the scene jumpcutting to a gate-esque monument on the moon.

- Rena and Ladybug split up, but Rena stops when she hears Nino calling her. Optigami possesses the wall as Rena runs up to "Nino" (SentiNino) and shushes him. Nathalie informs Shadow Moth that Alya is already transformed and has a kwami with her, which shocks Shadow Moth (idk why Shadow Moth can't see that since it's his sentimonster but I've also given up on making sense of this episode at this point).

- Rena gives SentiNino the turtle miraculous. Shadow Moth, through SentiNino, asks why he's receiving it from Rena, and Rena explains that she's doing it for Ladybug while Ladybug defeats Shadow Moth. She tells SentiNino to transform and help her, then runs off. Nathalie mutters about how the only people who've given out miraculouses before were Ladybug and Chat Noir until now, and Shadow Moth deduces that Alya isn't an ordinary holder. Either way, he's not concerned about their plan, having SentiNino transform using the turtle. Optigami merges with the miraculous as well and SentiCarapace runs off.

- SentiCarapace enters the room where MirageLadybug is fighting Style Queen. Shadow Moth monologues (through SentiCarapace for some reason but no one can hear him anyway I guess) a bit about his victory and Ladybug having no idea what's about to happen, and then the scene cuts to Rena Rouge entering the elevator Adrien and Marinette are in via Kaalki.

- Rena Rouge explains that Ladybug sent her, then has Kaalki make another portal. Rena takes Adrien first, which allows Marinette to be alone. Tikki congratulates her on the idea and Marinette thanks her before transforming. Rena Rouge, meanwhile, drops Adrien off on a rooftop and tells him that she'll come back for him later. After she's gone, Adrien talks to Plagg about it being hard to get back into the building. Plagg suggests they go home and Adrien insists they can't yet. He transforms.

- Rena re-enters the elevator through another portal, promptly high-fiving Ladybug. Rena and Kaalki boast about the great job they've done, and Ladybug nervously asks how many times Kaalki's used her power. Kaalki admits she's used it a couple of times and Ladybug laments all the catastrophes that must've happened. The scene jumpcuts to a trail sinking into the ocean and a skyscraper sinking into a volcano, plus many more objects on the moon.

- Ladybug says that they can't waste more time. She puts on the bee and unifies, then the scene jumpcuts to the two suddenly in the room where Style Queen is fighting MirageLadybug. LadyBee congratulates Rena on her good job, then notices SentiCarapace on the other side of the room. She looks confused and Rena sheepishly suggests that they can never have enough help. LadyBee squints at her, but admits that she was right and Carapace will be very helpful. Rena slumps in relief.

- LadyBee spawns Lucky Charm and gets a compact mirror (same lucky charm as in "Pixelator," for reference). However, she doesn't notice anything inherently useful, and notes that she can defeat Style Queen without her lucky charm. She shrugs it off, since it doesn't matter how they defeat Style Queen, and just tells Rena to end her illusion. Rena has MirageLadybug hide behind a table, which Style Queen shoots and groans as she realize that Ladybug isn’t there.

- LadyBee goes up behind SentiCarapace, surprising him as she tells him that she needs him to protect her. Shadow Moth has SentiCarapace agree, then monologues to himself and "talks to LadyBee" (not really, he's just being a weirdo) about how he won't tell Style Queen anything and how nothing will stop him from winning.

- LadyBee goes in to attack Style Queen with Venom, ducking under tables and doing various maneuvers before jumping up in the air. Style Queen fires, but SentiCarapace protects her with Shellter long enough for LadyBee to fall within range. SentiCarapace drops Shellter just in time for LadyBee to stab Style Queen. She divides Pollen away, then breaks the objects and purifies the akuma. Style Queen de-akumatizes and Audrey looks at Ladybug, confused. Chat Noir is outside, about to Cataclysm the building, when the glitter effect vanished. Puzzled, Chat Noir awkwardly opens the door and runs inside.

- Audrey echoes Chloe's "ridiculous, utterly ridiculous" line as she walks off, and Ladybug sneaks the magical charm onto Audrey's hat. Chat Noir arrives at the scene and sees Ladybug, Rena, and Carapace, asking how they got in. Kaalki greets him and Ladybug apologizes, saying that she would've gotten him had she known his identity. He's not bothered and takes the opportunity to flirt. She banters back, then has to leave to get Rena's and Carapace's miraculouses. She tells Chat Noir to wait there, which he does.

- The three go to the roof and Rena comments on how easy it was to defeat Style Queen. Shadow Moth, through SentiCarapace, says that it's because she has good partners. They fist-bump, at which point Carapace and Rena de-transform. The two return their miraculouses and Ladybug notes that she didn't have to use her Lucky Charm, still finding it weird as she usually manages to defeat the villain with it. Shadow Moth, meanwhile, is ready for his place to go down.

- Ladybug presumes that she just needs the lucky charm to fix everything, then turns around while staring at the open compact mirror. Through the mirror, she sees Alya offer SentiNino a high-five, which he looks put off by before giving her a regular high-five in return (no, Alya doesn't react to this). Ladybug remembers their secret high-five from earlier, then turns and suddenly says that they have to be even more careful from now on. She reminds them that Shadow Moth knows the identity of some of the holders and is obviously using that information. She asks if that's right, getting in SentiNino's face and calling him Shadow Moth. She apologizes to Alya and explains that the Nino in front of them is a sentimonster. Nathalie insists that it's impossible for Ladybug to know and Shadow Moth wonders how she found out.

- Alya staggers back and collapses to her knees in shock, and Ladybug hurries off the room to yoyo herself into the room where Chat Noir is, where he's found eating a cookie. Ladybug tells him to detroy the object in her hand, but Chat notes that it's a miraculous. She tells him to trust her and Chat destroys it (since he never used his still-ready Cataclysm from earlier), which Optigami is forced out of. Nathalie gets a strong headache from this and Shadow Moth punches a restroom door in anger, monologuing about how he'll win one day and that SentiNino isn't needed anymore. He snaps his fingers and both SentiNino and Optigami disappear.

- Ladybug uses Miraculous Ladybug then, which fixes everything including the miraculous (weirdly, they only show Max and Kagami being restored; screw Luka and Kim I guess??). Nino also shows up on the roof to see Alya (no, I don't know how he knew she was there) to hug her, and Alya smiles before hugging back.

- Chat Noir and Ladybug hop a large distance away and Chat asks her how she knew there was a sentimonster in the miraculous. Ladybug thanks her lucky charm for it and says that it always shows her the right way (*shudders at "Chat Blanc" flashbacks*) even though she was briefly led astray. Chat Noir just hums in serious thought.

- Later, in Marinette's room, Alya laments that Shadow Moth almost demasked Ladybug because of her. She also admits that she shouldn't have taken Nino's miraculous. Marinette says that she's right - she did make a mistake - which is why she has to make a difficult decision. She tells Alya that the most important thing is to learn from one's mistakes, and thus she herself learned that she needs an ally to replace her if something ever happens. She takes Alya's hand, then puts the fox miraculous inside, closing Alya's fingers over it as she tells Alya to keep the miraculous with her at all times. Marinette adds that she'll also tell Alya everything she knows, and the two hug as Trixx brags to the other kwami that he's always right even when he's not.

- The episode seems to end at first, but then there’s a post-endcard scene where Gabriel sits on Nathalie’s bed and admits that they don’t know their enemies as well as they think. He notes that Alya seems to have a special position now that Ladybug is guardian, and talks about getting to know her better. The episode ends there.

#category: episode summaries #episode: Optigami #other: ml spoilers #other: ask and answer #((There's more commentary in here this time around. Couldn't help myself on this one.))#((This episode is just a big ''what.''))

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bestie-enthusiast · 3 years

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Prompt #31 requested by@i-ll-be-the-moon “When you love someone, you stay. It’s as simple as that.”

Word Count: 969 words.

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The Rogues were arriving soon, and Tony didn’t think he could be any more nervous than he already was. He fundamentally understood that they couldn’t hurt him, not with Rhodey and Carol by his side, but that didn’t erase the memories nor the panic.

He hadn’t even realised his breathing had picked up until he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He forcefully exhaled and looked up, expecting Pepper or Rhodey. Between them and his baby girl, FRIDAY, he was never alone.

So you could imagine his surprise when Stephen was staring back at him, the Sorcerer Supreme himself. Doctor Strange had become a semi-common guest at the compound. He still had his magic-voodoo duties to attend to, but occasionally he’ll come over to talk science to Tony.

And Tony was absolutely smitten with him.

He didn’t trust easily after the whole “Civil War”, but Stephen… Stephen was just so easy. Sure he was a sarcastic, arrogant and occasionally cold bastard, but he was very soft underneath all of his tough exterior. He was as soft and fragile as those butterflies that came with his magic.

Tony also loved the butterflies. He made sure to take very good care of them when Stephen was away, even if Stephen didn’t notice or really understand the effort he was making. It wasn’t like Tony could tell him that he loved him so he wanted to keep every little piece of Stephen around him in tip top shape. Well, he could, but it wasn’t that simple.

“Take a deep breath, Tony.” And Tony did, and another and another, until Stephen decided he was fit for functioning like a normal person.

“Wizard! What are you doing here?” Tony asked cheerily, forcing a smile. Stephen frowned at him, so he dropped it, rubbing his hand across his face instead.

“The Rogues are arriving later this afternoon, are they not?” Stephen asked, his frown deepening.

“Uh, yeah.” Tony confirmed, stuttering for a moment when Stephen’s cloak thing wrapped itself around his shoulders. He had to admit, it was a rather comforting feeling, and the cloaked smelt and felt like Stephen, so it was a win/win scenario.

“Then why shouldn’t I be here? They are all threats to the safety of you and the others, along with the compound.” Tony blinked in surprise, he wasn’t expecting Stephen to come to show support. He had other responsibilities. Tony knew that very well. And yet, here he was, in the kitchen of the compound, telling Tony that there was no reason he shouldn’t be there.

“Right.” Tony said, curling his fingers around the cloak. “Yes. Of course. It’s great that you're here, actually, because you can control Maximoff,” Tony babbled, trying to distract himself from the fact that Stephen’s sentient cloak was basically cuddling him and Stephen himself was here to protect Tony.

“It really is nothing.” Stephen interjected, then paused. The sound of a jet landing grew louder and nearer. “And I’m glad I arrived in time.” Tony simply nodded, another wave of panic crashing over him as he heard FRIDAY tell him that they had arrived.

“Yeah.” Tony responded, straightening up and beginning to walk to the compound entrance. “Me too.”

Stephen quietly trailed after him, and Tony realised the cloak was still wrapped around him. He briefly considered handing back over to Stephen, but brushed that thought away. If Stephen didn’t mind, then Tony wasn't going to give the cloak back.

Tony paused once he reached the doors, being so close to them, it was… terrifying. He felt Stephen stop behind him, and went to open the doors, but Stephen gently grabbed his wrist.

“Are you ready?” He asked, completely serious. Tony looked him directly in the eyes, and nodded. Stephen nodded back, and they both opened the doors, together.

Tony put a pair of sunglasses on, straightened up his suit, and walked over to where Rhodey and Carol were standing. The Rogues were still leaving the jet, but eventually they all lined up in a nice neat row in front of them.

Tony tensed, but the presence of both Stephen and his cloak kept him semi-okay. Stephen was standing so close to him that Tony could feel the warmth coming off him. He could hear Carol start talking to the Rogues, but he couldn’t focus. Or he couldn’t, until Stephen put his hand on his shoulder again. Tony, against his better judgement, leaned into the touch.

Then everything went to shit.

Tony hadn’t been paying attention to why, but Wanda was throwing a tantrum, a rather dangerous tantrum. And then Wong showed up, portalling next to Stephen, who had moved in front of Tony when Wanda started going off the rails. Tony couldn’t hear anything, too busy trapped in his own head, but he was pretty sure something was wrong and Stephen had to leave.

Except he didn’t. He talked to Wong, then stared at Tony, then talked to Wong some more, all while Carol was controlling the now violent Rogues (excluding Barnes, who just looked like he wanted to be anywhere else).

Wong portalled away and Stephen gently took Tony’s hand and led him inside, away from Wanda and the other Rogues.

“Thank you,” Tony croaked out as Stephen pulled him alone.

“Nonsense.” Stephen replied quietly. “When you love someone, you stay. It’s as simple as that.”

Tony felt his heart start to race and stopped moving. Stephen frowned at him, and Tony could see the moment he realised what he said.

“Uh- I mean-” Tony stepped up on his tippy toes and pressed a kiss of Stephens lips, halting his stuttering.

“I love you too, Wizard.” And yeah, they still had to deal with the Rogues, but for now, they were safe. Safe with each other and the blossoming romance they had.

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exosthetiks · 5 years

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One of the most beautiful moments

Do not edit, reuse or copy my work please.

Pairing ✩ Sehun & reader

Genre ✩ Fluff!! Fluff!! Fluff!!

Word count ✩ 2.2k

✩ Ahhh!! This is my second time writing, keep in mind that I’m new at this and if my writing isn’t how you like, I’m sorry🙇🏻‍♀️ I’ll try to improve next time >.< ✩

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“Babe” You hear a familiar voice calling for you.

“I’m almost ready!” You were never a fan of big parties but you can never say no to your boyfriend, when he asks you with those puppy dog eyes and a tiny pout formed on his face.

It was SM’s 24th anniversary, which meant that it is the time of year when the company organizes a huge dinner celebration at a hotel for idols and staffs who had worked hard, which also includes those invited ones to bring their partners and friends. And that is why you’re here trying to get ready as fast as you could without looking like a rat that just played with makeup.

“Babe, Junmyeon hyung already called three- oh wow...” You look to your right and saw your boyfriend’s dumbstruck face. You ask him as you look right into the pair of eyes that are roaming through your whole appearance. “Is this too much, I could change the dres-”

“No! No. You look so beautiful that’s all.” Sehun compliments you with a hint of approval in his tone.

“Did you mean I always look less beautiful on other days?” You pouted.

“Oh come on, you know you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life. But right now, you look like you’re ready for our wedding.” He stated dramatically with wide eyes.

“Okay! Okay. I’m almost ready, I just have to fix my hair a little. Could you grab my bag on the couch and get the car ready?” Your boyfriend nodded and left the room leaving you alone to fix your hair, despite your racing heart and the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

~~~

When Sehun parked the car, you were so excited that you didn’t even notice him exiting the car so quickly, until the passenger door open, welcoming your boyfriend with a beaming smile that never fail to make your legs feel like jelly.

“You ready?” He asked as he gently grab your arm to help you out of the car.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Sehun is tall but so were you, and all you had to do was get on your tippy toes to give him a peck on his lips.

The cold air hit your face as a pair of large white wooden door with gold engravings open and you gasp as you admire the interior of the hotel. You heard this is the hotel that was inspired by the Early Renaissance era, which adds to your excitement because it makes you feel like a princess at a ball. With the dramatic plasterworks and rich ornamentations all around you had left you in awe. Suddenly, a warm hand was placed on your back, which brought you out of your little moment. “Come on lets find the others” Sehun said and guided you to his members.

~~~

The night was filled with laughter and joy, and happiness was evident on everyone’s faces. Many had catching up to do as they were in deep conversations, and many were caught up in their own world. You noticed most of them had companians with them by their side, and that made you turn and stare at your boyfriend lovingly as he continued the story of how you were clumsy on your second date with him, all because you almost tripped when he gave you a surprise kiss on the cheek.

“Remember, babe?” Your boyfriend turns to you and looks at you with those beautiful eyes that are shaped like crescents, which is one of the million things you love about him.

“Hey! I almost trip only because I was wearing heels, and there was a little hole on the ground.” You said trying to hold in your laughter with a pout but eventually giggling along with everyone.

“You know I told you, you would still look beautiful with those pink flip flops you wear everyday, but you still insisted on wearing heels.” You heard a few of them scoffing at the thought of it and you felt your cheeks getting warmer than it already was.

“It was a fancy restaurant! And flip flops with a dress?!” You said in disbelief and look at everyone for backup in hopes they defend you but your boyfriend cuts in.

“But because of your heels, everyone said I was a shortie just because you were as tall as me!” Now it was your turn to laugh and Sehun had a cute pout on his lips, and you couldn’t help but give him a kiss on the lips.

“Whatever, you still look beautiful anyway.” He took your hand and brushed his thumb on the back of it while he stares lovingly at you.

“You two are just so perfect for each other.” You heard Joy said. “One whinny child with another whinny child, arguing about the dumbest things and the next second they’re in each others faces. You guys are meant to be together!” She looks and points two fingers at the both of you, and caused everyone to shake their heads and laugh.

~~~

The celebration quickly came to an end, and many people were hugging and crying because of how much they will miss each other. On the other hand you were just happy, because how can you not be when your lover was right by your side the entire time. You weren’t that sad because you often get to visit your boyfriend, which meant that you will be able to see Sehun’s group members, who you treated like your brothers, and the RV girls who immediately became your friends when you met Sehun.

“Good night, everyone” You quickly say before you and your boyfriend part ways with the others. “Drive safe, hyung!” Sehun added.

As you both got in the car, Sehun spoke up with full of excitement. “Babe, it’s not that late yet, and I want to show you something.” He said like a little boy, excited to show his drawings to his parents.

“Sehun, you know I like surprises not pranks, okay?” You looked at him innocently but he just turned and start the engine like you’ve just agreed to go to his favourite bubble tea cafe.

You were confused, you knew Sehun loved to surprise you, but usually it would always be surprises that included gifts, sometimes your favourite places but those would usually occur during daylight. You quiet down which made Sehun looked at you, taking your left hand which was in your lap and holding it while he drove, assuring you that nothing you didn’t like will happen.

With the warmth of your boyfriend’s hand around yours and the calming music playing, you closed your eyes and just enjoy the moment. The car finally came to a stop and when you open your eyes, you gasped with your lips parted as you look at the beautiful view in front of you.

You got out of the car and walked towards a large garden that was litted up with fairy lights everywhere that twinkles magically. In between two cherry blossom trees, there was a very large white picnic blanket on the grass with red rose petals all over, and you did not miss out how some petals were used to spell out ‘I Love You’ in the middle which melted your heart. You continued to walk on the pathway that leads to a table, and placed on it was a bottle of your favourite champagne along with two glasses. There was also a gift box that had a gold ribbon tied around it and was surrounded by a few of your favourite flowers. The view in front of you was displayed so elegantly and delicate that made everything feel so relaxing and exciting.

“I thought we could have a little date night here for a while.” You heard Sehun mumbled as you take in all the other beautiful details and decorations around you.

“This was the surprise?” You asked him but it came out as loud as a whisper, your boyfriend walk up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist before kissing your cheek. “It- it’s so beautiful, Sehun. I...” You turn around and look at him with so much love and adoration. “I love this so much,... T- thank you.” You smiled at him, and just like what you would always do, you silently thanked the Heavens for blessing you with such a precious, loving boyfriend to be by your side.

“Anything for my girl.” He gave you the most heartwarming smile ever and leaned forward to kiss you on the lips. You saw it coming and immediately leaned in to connect your lips with his. The kiss was slow but full of love and affection, and as soon as you try to deepened the kiss, Sehun pulled back and rest his forehead on yours. You both stared at each other for a short moment, and you took your chance to admire his facial features like you always did.

“Come on.” He gently tug on your hand guiding you towards the blanket, and bringing the champagne and glasses along with him.

~~~

Once having enough of champagne, the both of you just talked about anything and relax in each other’s presence. You both are laying on your backs cuddling and looking up at the sky, and you stare dreamily at the stars that are shinning so brightly, like how Sehun’s eyes would whenever he looks at you.

“If you ever wonder how much I love you, just think about how many stars there are in the universe.” Sehun said softly and kissed the top of your head.

“But there’s like a trillion of them. Infinity, I would even say.” You turned to look at him, and he does the same with brighter smile plastered on his face, but little did you know it is a smile that will always be meant for you only.

“That’s because my love for you will never run out. It will always be here, even if anything happens I’ll still love you. I will always love you, even after a hundred years, or in the afterlife, my love will always choose you, because it was you who stole the whole of my heart and I fall in love with you again and again everyday.” Your heart was swelling with so much love you couldn’t help but let out silent sobs. Sehun stopped for a moment and stood up, he walked towards the table and open the gift box that was laid on the table earlier. He took something out of it, but you did not manage to see what it was as Sehun turned around hiding whatever it is he had taken out behind his back and suddenly, you felt nervous.

When he started walking towards you, you slowly stood up and you swore you felt your heart stopped beating for a few seconds as you stayed frozen. Right in front of your eyes, was your boyfriend getting down on one knee while holding the one thing you thought you would never see. In his hand, is a gold ring in a red velvet box, a tear drop shaped diamond sitting on the band sparkling so brightly under the night sky

“I will never know what did I do, or which planet did I saved in my past life to deserve you, but all I know is that I truly am so lucky to be able to hold you in my arms when I go to sleep every night, and to listen to your voice when you’re singing in the shower or do the laundry, and to watch you dance around when you’re cooking, and to be able to do so, so many things with you.” At this point you couldn’t stop the tears that flowed out like a waterfall, and when Sehun stretches out his hand offering to hold yours and silently requesting you to come closer, you immediately took and hold it with your dear life. “I don’t think I deserve your love but I am willing to be a better person for you. You make me want to change and be the best version of myself, and I will prove to you that I will always love and protect you with all my power. I wish that one day I will start a family with you, and to grow old with you, and read all your favourite books in the garden filled with all your favourite flowers and plants, and just spend the rest of my life with you and only you.” You held your breath as you prepared to take in those last words of his speech.

“Will you grant me my wish and make me the happiest person in the universe by marrying me?”

You couldn’t believe what was happening, everything felt like a fairytale, like a girl living in her fantasy. This was what it felt like, a dream come true. You wrap your arms around Sehun, pulling him into a tight hug as if this was all just a dream, and if it was, you didn’t want to wake up, you would never want to wake up. You were letting all your happy tears flow out and wetting Sehun’s shoulder in the process. Still, you nod because your sobs were not stopping.

“So... I take that as a yes?” Sehun asked with a raspy yet sweet and soft voice, and that you would be lying if you said you couldn’t just fall asleep right there and then listening to him.

“Ye- Yes. Yes!” You look at him through your teary eyes and kissed him passionately. You both stayed in that position and savouring the moment, until Sehun pulled away and swiped his thumb to brushed away the tears that remained on your cheeks.

“I love you.” He said as he gently slides the ring onto your finger, and you admire the delicate jewellery.

“It’s so beautiful...” You look up at him to see him smiling at you like you’re his whole world. “I love you Sehun, you don’t have to prove anything to me, I will always be yours. I love you so so much.” You kissed him softly and pulled away.

“I love you more, my beautiful fiancée.” He then showered you with kisses everywhere, your lips, cheeks, neck, shoulders and you giggled like a little girl getting tickled. You eventually fall onto the soft fabric and Sehun pulled you into his arms, enjoying the warmth of your body, and you both stayed like that not wanting to leave anytime soon. And just like that, this night will be another one of the most beautiful moments you could ever experience in your life.

✿ ✿ ✿

✩ Erghhh this was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away. Also, it isn’t a bad thing to wish SM would ever do something like that right? 😭😭 Anyway thank you for reading this, tell me what you guys think about it, feedbacks are appreciated as always. ✩

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molzies-fanfics · 5 years

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Our relationship in emojis pt.1

•🎆

It was New Year’s Eve, the turtles, master splinter, Casey and Vern were round at April and Y/N’s apartment to celebrate. The thing is, every year Y/N found herself on the roof of the apartment complex with her mom thinking about the year to come. Except this year was different...because her mom was no longer there.

Splinter told Y/N once that your pain makes you stronger...but right now, she was trying so hard not to fall apart. This was the one thing they always did together and Y/N felt like she could barely do it alone. Thank god Raph found her.

“Y’know the party is goin’ on downstairs, right?” He spoke aloud as soon as he got up there

Y/N quickly wiped the proof of her sadness from her face before he could see. “Y-yeah, this is just something me and my mom would do...every year...” she trailed off

“...you okay?” Raph knew Y/N hated it when people saw her cry, but he could tell she was hurting.

She turned to look at him, a single tear trailing from her eye, “I just don’t want to be alone right now.” Was all she could find herself saying.

Raph gave her a fond smile before sitting down on the gravel next to her.

Out of everything that had happened in the past year, Y/N was so grateful that she had met the turtles. It was funny when April found footage of when Y/N was just a baby and she was looking at the turtles in that lab all those years ago. But having friends her age, it was the greatest gift she could’ve ever asked for.

Especially Raph, he gets it. How it feels to struggle with sharing emotions, how anger was always bubbling somewhere. He just...understood her.

And she understood him.

“Thanks Red” she breathed.

“No problem.”

Their breathing evaporated into white smoke, drifting into the night air that seemed to be buzzing with energy.

They can hear the excitement from Times Square, the anticipation of the ball about to drop and bring in the new year.

That was when something popped into her mind.

“Raph, what do you and your brothers usually do for New Years?” Y/N found herself asking.

Raph seemed a bit taken aback that she had even asked that. “Uh, nothin’ special, we just watch the ball drop on tv and watch other people celebrate and that’s about it.” He sighed. “Too busy out to patrol so we just stay in. Mikey always tried to bring in new traditions to make it more excitin’ but it never really stuck. But this year is special since we don’t have to spend it underground and we’ve got friends to spend it with.” He grins at her when he finished.

Y/N could feel the breath being stolen from her lungs when he made eye contact with her like that. “so you guys don’t have any New Years traditions?” She could feel the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach from the mere idea that her brain had produced.

“Nah, none”

“Huh...”

Silence settled over them like a blanket before they both could make out a distant countdown echoing from the heart of the city.

“Is it almost midnight already?” Y/N found herself asking before standing up, she wanted a good view of the fireworks

“EIGHT!”

She felt Raph join her at the edge of the roof, looking out over the streets.

“SEVEN!”

Finding herself staring at one of her best friends, she couldn’t help but smile at the look on his face from the magic of it all. New Years in New York City.

“SIX!”

That’s when the idea started nagging her again.

“FIVE!”

Breathing in, she walked towards him.

“FOUR!”

Breathing out, she placed her hand on his bicep.

“THREE!”

She watched his head turn around to meet her gaze.

“TWO!”

Placing her other hand on his cheek she felt herself rising onto her tippy toes, just like in ballet.

“ONE!”

And just like that her lips met his.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

She found herself wrapping her arms around his neck as he started to respond to the kiss, with him placing his hands on her hips, eventually crawling around her waist, pulling her closer as they melted into one another.

Lips gliding over the others, they ignored the fireworks going off around them as they got lost in the others embrace.

But they found themselves coming up for air.

“Wow.” Was all Raph could find himself saying. “That was...amazing.” He breathed into her lips, still wrapped around one another.

“I could say the same about you.” She stared up into his eyes, mesmerised by the colours she found there.

“I can’t believe I’m your first kiss.” Raph found himself saying, remembering the situation Mikey had brought up a couple months ago when they were playing a game of truth or dare and first kisses had come up as a subject, revealing that Y/N hadn’t actually had hers yet.

“Well I’m yours too Red.” She rested her forehead on his, looking into his eyes with so much fondness. “Does this...mean we’re a thing?” He asked hesitantly, hoping with all his heart it wasn’t just a one time thing.

Y/N’s heart stuttered at the thought, “Only if you want us to be” She found herself saying.

And instead of answering, he just kissed her again, knowing that this year was going to be amazing as long as she was by his side.

* 🌹

February 14th, Valentine’s Day. Usually Y/N spent it alone watching Brooklyn 99 or friends with April but this year, April was on a date with Casey. Leaving y/n alone in their living room trying to decide which movie to watch...

That was until she heard someone tapping on the window leading out to the fire escape.

Pulling up the blind Y/N saw her terrapin boyfriend staring back at her behind the glass. A smile broke out across her face.

“Hey red. What are you doing here?” She asked once she opened the window.

That was when Raph pulled out a single rose from behind his back.

“Happy Valentine’s day.”

Y/N was so shocked she had to take a step back.

“Oh my god, thank you. It’s beautiful Raphie.” She commented as she took the rose from him.

“Also, to answer your question, I’m here because I wanted to spent Valentine’s day with my girlfriend.” He smirked up at her.

“Well come in then.” Y/n blushed at him referring to her as his girlfriend. They’d only been dating for a month but all of this was still fairly new territory.

Straightening up, Raphael stepped into the human girl’s living room.

“What you watching?”

“Brooklyn 99”

“Huh, never seen it.”

“YOU’RE JOKING.”

Raph chuckled at Y/N’s expression.

“Ok, wait one second and then I’ll put the first episode on.”

The giant turtle made himself comfortable on the couch whilst Y/N filled a glass vase with water and placed the rose inside it. She then walked over and joined Raph, cuddling into his side as she flicked through Netflix.

“So, what’s it about?” He asked.

“It’s a dark comedy about cops in the Brooklyn precinct.” She stated offhandedly.

“Oh...a dark comedy?”

“Basically it’s just a comedy except without the audience laughing in the background.” She explained.

“Ah.” And for the rest of the night they stayed and watched, glancing at one another every once in a while.

Y/N sneaked looks at Raph to see if he liked the show and Raph glanced over at Y/N to see if she wanted to do anything else at one point. Not to say, he didn’t enjoy her warmth.

“Are you having a good day so far?” Raph asked nervously.

“What do you mean? I’ve been home all day.” She answered

“You could’ve come down to the lair.” He suggested.

“I was helping April get ready for her date with Casey, you have no idea how difficult it is to get that woman to pick out an outfit.” Y/N rolled her eyes and laughed afterwards.

Raph shot her a fond look and thought to himself how lucky he was to have someone on Valentines this year.

He found himself leaning in.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” Y/N turned away from the screen to find his lips on hers. She melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck once again and falling backwards until the couch cushions hit her back.

Sighing into his lips, she let his tongue dart out to taste her before she let him in. Y/N let out an embarrassed moan. “Sorry.” She mumbled, a crimson blush blooming across her cheeks and spreading to her ears. Raph found himself smiling at her adorableness. “Don’t be.” He leaned back down again, trying not to squash her, being oh so delicate.

“Thanks for coming over.” She gasped into his mouth.

“No problem.” He groaned back, that was, before they heard April’s keys jingle in the lock.

“Shit!” Y/N whisper shouted to herself. “Just pretend we were watching the show.” Her eyes widened almost comically as she resumed to cuddle into Raph, wiping his saliva off of her mouth hurriedly.

Casey let out a bark of laughter as he and April stumbled into the apartment.

“Sounds like you two had fun.” Raph let out awkwardly as the pair watched the other slightly more drunk pair.

“Oh, we did.” Casey snarked, April hit his chest playfully.

“Please don’t be spending the night, you two are way too drunk to be fooling around.” Y/N chastised.

Pissed off that they had ruined the only action she had gotten in like...ever.

•🌨

This is two months after their New Years kiss/first kiss (ever), and so it is also two months into their relationship. Y/N visits Raph during the cold winter months of New York (early March) and brings a whole load of blankets and quilts with her since she knows how the cold effects her terrapin boyfriend. She ends up dragging them all into his room and on top of the bed until she’s made a mutant-turtle sized cocoon of blankets.

After wrapping themselves in blankets and settling herself into his side, Raph looks down at her fondly, noting her increased heartbeat against his plastron.

“There’s nothing I love more than the warm feeling in my chest or cuddling up to the person that puts it there”

Raph freezes for a minute, seeing as y/N, like him, struggles to talk about their emotions sometimes. He’s not only shocked but astounded at the words that just came out of her pretty mouth.

Except what came next shocked him even more

“God, I love ya.”

This time it was Y/N’s turn to freeze, seeing as she didn’t directly tell Raphael that she loved him but went for the more indirect route. She slowly turned so she was looking up at him, her chin perched on his chest.

A smile spread across her face as she read the nervous look written on the red masked turtle’s expression.

“I love you too Raphie.”

Raphael felt tears build up in his eyes as he finally heard the words he thought he’d never get to hear. Especially from her of all people. What happened after that was obvious.

He kissed her as if she was his oxygen, and without her, he couldn’t breathe.

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polarishq · 4 years

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Meet VERITY ANWAR. They are of UNKNOWN age and origin. Verity embodies the star, PIPOLTR. They use she/her pronouns. Their faceclaim is JISOO KIM.

Pipoltr reminds me of skin tight bedazzled outfits you can’t wait to strip off, bullseyes, come one come all, the lost right to a childhood, love you to the moon and saturn, a sharp edge, back alley deals, the tippy top of the main tent just over the horizon, and collapsing from exhaustion after finally crossing the finish line.

BIOGRAPHY

The Grimaldi Traveling Show of Peculiarities never announces itself, yet visitors pour in whenever their big top appears in towns seemingly over night. They’ll tell you the performers seem strange — not because of the marvelous things they’re able to do, but rather because of how lifeless so many of them are in spite of those marvelous things. It’s odd to see a young girl who can hit any target from yards away with ease, who can pin a random audience participant to a wall using knives without piercing an inch of their skin. It’s unnerving to see her do such things with barely a gleam in her eyes,

“Verity” is the first and only gift she ever received in Harold Grimaldi’s care, given only when calling her “the girl” would no longer cut it. If she had a name before that, it wasn’t carried over in her contract. She heard various stories from Grimaldi over the years about how she came into his care — she was left as a toddler in front of the troupe’s travel wagon, her parents sold her for money to forgive a deby, she was the bastard offspring of two previous Peculiars who gave her to Grimaldi in exchange for buying out their own contracts. She’s accepted that she may never know the real story. It’s not as if knowing it would change the fact that her earliest memories involve knives being thrust into her hands and being told what exactly would happen if she missed her mark.

If you had told a young Verity that she would one day be free of the troupe, she wouldn’t believe you. No one ever left; the concept of buying out their contracts was an impossible feat, one that inspired new recruits to keep working until reality set in and they could be easily subdued. Verity was all but born into their care, and she expected to die in their care. She lived and breathed under Grimaldi’s control, going through the daily motions that had people begging to know where she’d learned to hone her craft. It’s like magic, they’d say. It is magic, is what she would say if she thought it would help get her out. Instead, she’d paint on the smile she’d been forced to practice in the mirror until it could pass for genuine. Hope wasn’t an emotion they taught you in the circus.

Hope was something Verity had to take for herself.

Trying to escape was dangerous, in large part due to Grimaldi’s ability control those in the troupe, but after a certain point (the point of meeting others who helped her imagine possibilities beyond the tents, of learning what it meant to know her life mattered beyond what profit she could generate), Verity decided that she would rather die clawing her way out rather than die in that miserable place. Her and Delphine’s escape wasn’t supposed to end in bloodshed. That was just the route it took when Grimaldi caught them one late night in between destinations.

She tries not to think about what followed. She remembers Delphine shifting gravity as effortlessly as always, and she remembers the blood where her own knives pierced Grimaldi’s skin. After that, it was just running. They didn’t know where, and they didn’t know what might happen to those left behind. They just ran.

Polaris wasn’t their intended destination, but somehow they found it anyway. Truth be told, Verity is still adjusting. The Show had been horrible in countless ways, but the structure of the school is something she’d never knew existed. Sometimes she will make a mistake — leave a classroom without asking permission, say something rude unintentionally because manners aren’t high up on a circus’ priorities. But she’s doing her best. There is still the occasional twitch in her hands, the longing to see how far away she can get while still hitting her mark, the need for praise above all else. She’s taken a liking to archery to fill that need, at least partially. The guilt of leaving people behind has never left, but Verity knows that she would be no use to them had she died under Grimaldi’s control. So she’s doing the best she can.

INCLINATION

Pipoltr is a recent name given to a star once only known by a string of letters, but it has proved somewhat appropriate. A Liechtensteiner local dialect for butterfly, Pipoltr is quite capable of floating like such, with a capacity to sting at that. Previous Pipoltr’s have given rise to the idea of telekinesis — they can control objects around them and have them move as they will. They are also excellent marksmen, having excellent mental and physical concentration. Because they often need to be focused on specifics to harness their magic, they can easily be left open to unforeseen attacks.

CONNECTIONS

Filling the role of Emmeline Cheung’s Mental Block.

Filling the role of Beth Baker’s Arts and Crafts Club.

Teach Me, Oh Wise One: Verity grew up very unconventionally, and can come off as socially awkward when faced with situations others might consider to be an every day thing. This right here is someone who she can trust to not think her an idiot when she slips up and acts out of properness. The simple act of trusting them at all is a major thing.

Penned by Jeanne ★

#pipoltr.#jeanne.#fire.#student.#taken.

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lets-get-sirius-about-stars · 7 years

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The Cake Graveyard

Oc(s): Sirius Vance (Sirius)

Makayla Fray (Red Comet)

Other’s OC: Alice Mae Qin (Wonderlander) @the-singing-canary

Maia Bailey (Willow) @speedypan or @royslittleharper

Kira (Super girl) @cuddles-for-cassie

Schninner: It’s my boy Sirius’ birthday today! (May 8th) And this is a little piece to celebrate my giant smurf’s (physically) 20th birthday! Oh! And this also takes place when him and @the-singing-canary ‘s OC Alice were dating

Tagging: @preppygothica @hamsterforlive and @maruthor just cause I think you guys will like it! 😁

Warnings: none? Nope, Makayla has a potty mouth

Word Count: 1690

Sunlight streamed through the window onto the slumbering blue star. Sirius stirred, stretching his long limbs over the side of the couch. He scrunched up his sky-blue nose as a yawn left his mouth. He squinted at the brightness as he ran his fingers through his hair while his other scratched his bare chest.

“I’m, supposed, to do something today…” his voice scratchy and filled with tired, the gears in his mind slowly turning.

“It’s a Monday…” he trailed off once more rubbing his eyes.

“It’s May…” his brain began putting the pieces together.

He shot straight up from the couch, now in an upright sitting position without a single ounce of drowsiness in his eyes, a wide excited smile spread over his face revealing the single dimple on his right cheek.

It’s my birthday!

He giddily thought to himself, tapping his hand rapidly against the top of the couch. The creaking of the apartment floor boards revealed to him that Makayla had awoken and was moving about. Not two seconds later, she came shambling out of her room and into the open living room/dining room/kitchen.

Sirius’s eyes roamed up and down her, observing her messy morning bun and pajamas that were three sizes too large for her, and his heart fluttered. Oh, how he loved the way she looked in the morning!

“Hey Fray!” he chirped, catapulting over the sofa and bounding over to a half-asleep Makayla.

“Mmhmm? “she hummed he back turned toward him, while she was rummaging through the opened fridge.

“Guess what day it is today?” He happily asked, stepping closer to her.

“What are you getting about at?” she groggily asked, pushing things to the side in the fridge.

“It’s my birthday!” he gleefully squeaked, not able to keep the secret contained.

Makayla banged her head on the refrigerator before quickly turning around with a carton of milk in hand.

“That’s right!” she said rather quickly, she stammered, and looking rather nervous she responded, “I knew that. But you know, it’s Monday, and I early in the morning so…”

Makayla then realized how close Sirius was to her, and shirtless no less. A faint blush formed on her cheeks with a slight frown, her eyebrows furrowing in frustration, she placed her fingertips on his toned muscled chest, and lightly pushed him away from her. She then turned her back to him once more, walking over to the counter and began to fill up two bowls of fruity pebbles.

“So, got any plans on your special day?” she asked him.

Sirius placed his hand absentmindedly over where Makayla had touched him. He shook his head to clear his mind.

“Yes actually! I’m going out with Alice today, she said she had something huge planned.” he replied with a chuckle. Makayla laughed along too, happy, but with undetected tenseness in it.

“That’s Alice for you.” Makayla turned around with two bowls in hand, she brushed past Sirius, placing the bowls on either side of their tiny table. She sat down and began eating her cereal with an intense look on her face. Sirius stepped toward her and placed a blue hand on her shoulder.

“Makayla, is everything okay?”

She looked up to him and smiled, shrugging his hand off her shoulder, she shook her head, “I’m okay, just tired. Now hurry up, you better eat your cereal before Alice comes, you wouldn't want to keep her waiting.”

Shit!

Makayla cursed herself, watching Alice pull out of the drive way with Sirius in the passenger seat.

She dashed quickly from the window, running into her room scrolling through her contacts until she found the name she was looking for and the dial button, turning the phone on speaker, she quickly began dressing into her normal clothes.

A lay groan came from the phone before Maia Bailey began talking.

“It’s way too early to be functioning right now Fray, and on a Monday no less.”

“Fuck Maia, I messed up!” Makala called out to her friend as she pulled her teal shirt over her head.

There was a sigh on the other end, “Okay cupcake, tell mama Maia all your troubles.”

“I forgot his birthday!” She grunted, pulling her skinny jeans over her thighs. “What kind of friend am I if I can’t even remember one simple date?”

“Woah there drama queen, calm down! the day is still extremely young, there is still time for you to figure this out! Just take it one step at a time, go to the store and buy him a cake and presents. Oh, and take a few deep breaths. I can hear the steam rising off you. Wouldn’t want to burn the apartment down on his special day”

Makayla obeyed, breathing in slowly, and exhaling through her nose. She looked down another clenched fist, realizing that her friend was right, glowing red embers wafted away from the newly burnt blanket.

“You're right, I just need to keep a calm and cool head and just take this step by step.”

“That’s the spirit!” Maia responded while yawning, “Now, is that all you needed? I don’t want to be rude, but it is really early and I had a late shift last night.”

“Yeah, that’s it, thanks Maia.”

“Nooo problem.” She yawned once more before ending the call.

Makayla took a few more breaths before cramming her hands into her finger-less gloves and slipping on her brown leather jacket. She grabbed the keys to the house off the counter and grabbed a fistful of assorted fives, tens, and twenty dollar bills, and headed out the door.

“Kira? I need to know what ingredients to get for a cake, oh! And I need to know how to make a cake.”

There was a brief silence of Kira’s end.

“Makayla, you do know there’s this magical thing called the internet where you can easily look up recipes like this.”

“I know, but can Google tell me how to make Kira’s famous triple chocolate cake?” Makayla questioned the child, holding the phone against her shoulder while holding up a bag of powdered sugar and granulated sugar.

A sigh on Kira’s end, “Fair enough. Okay, so listen up, because I’m going to only get through this once before my teacher catches me…”

Baking the cake was...and experience to put it lightly. As soon as it was done baking Makayla popped the over open and picked the pan out with her bare hands. This not only burnt the cake past being consumable, but it also managed to catch it on fire. Makayla swore as she dropped the flaming cake into the sink and turned on the faucet. She grabbed one of the many fire extinguishers they had laying around their tiny apartment and dowsed the monstrosity of a cake with the foam.

Her second attempt was less than perfect as well. The cake turned out great! But in her haste to close out the pastry down, she had dropped the pan sending its contents to the floor. In the end of it all, she only had enough batter to make one cupcake. Which she carefully poured into wrapper and baked it slowly with her powers. Once it had cooled off, she quickly frosted the tiny cake.

Just in the nick of time to, no sooner had she just finished, she heard the blue boy laughing outside the door with Alice. Makayla whipped around to the door right as he opened it, obscuring their view of her tiny master piece. Sirius and Alice stood in the door way in shock observing the cake graveyard. With one layer on the dining room floor, two charred and un recognizable ones lying on the counter, and then the one in the sink (That somehow managed to once again, catch fire.

“I… I can explain this!” Makayla blurted, as her cheeks began to grow hot with embarrassment.

Alice could tell how absolutely mortified her friend at that moment, and could tell how much Makayla really didn’t want to explain. She let out an overly dramatic fake yawn as she stretched,

“Well, I’m beat. I’m going to head home.” She stood up and her tippy toes lightly pecking a still surprised Sirius and the cheek, “See you later blue boy, happy birthday!” She called back before quickly skittering out.

Sirius cautiously walked through the door frame, closing it behind him. He gave a cautious glance at the charred cakes as he walked closer to where Makayla was standing.

“So… What have you been up to?” He asked, attempting to peer over her shoulder.

Makayla side stepped out of the way to reveal the tiny cupcake she created. Sirius looked at the miniature pastry in bewilderment, then looked to Makayla who was blushing a deep crimson in embarrassment.

“I really did try to make a decent cake, but as you can see, baking is not exactly one of my skills,” she muttered, motioning to her several failed attempts. “This was the only survivor.”

Then, without any warning, he began laughing, downright hollering. Clutching his sides as he doubled over from the sheer number of giggles, which only made Makayla’s face darken to a deeper shade of red. She crossed her arms and turned her head away from him, oh, she was absolutely mortified.

Once Sirius stopped laughing, he surprised Makayla for the third time today by pulling her into a hug.

“Thank you,” He said, lightly squeezing her before releasing, “No one’s ever gone through this much trouble to bake me a cake before. Makayla gave her friend a small smile, feeling the butterflies doing summersaults in her stomach.

Sirius clapped his hands together in excitement, “well, let’s cut this bad boy up!”

They split the cupcake, and did a mock toast before popping their halves into their moths.

Makayla chewed hers and grimaced, slightly gagging “Oh my gosh, these are garbage!”

‘Agreed,” Sirius nodded, his eyes watering form the foul taste, “But it’s the best garbage I have ever eaten!” He smiled at her, looking into her crimson eyes.

“Thank you Makayla.”

Makayla smiled back at him, “Your welcome, and Happy Birthday Sirius.”

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