#aftermath series

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Cassie's Christmas scrapbook page, inspired by @glitchpunkz 's fic "The Happiest Day"

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NAMJOON

You picked Namjoon !!

Make sure to read AFTERMATH first

This is very self indulgent I love DilfJoon, 2021 Namjoon just been screaming DAD to me.

Wordcount: 6.5k

Warnings!: somnophilia, dark age play, forced age play, yandere daddy Joon, Knife (to cut your clothes, no blood or on skin contact), manipulation, druging, daddy kink, Im sorry to everyone who thought Namjoon was a good guy, rich daddy Joon, fingering, touching, penetration, hinted minimoni, Namjoon is just really big, threats of punishment, breeding is mentioned once cause I just needed to. umm big dick, vaginal training to take such dick (hinted). I think thats it.

quick note: sorry this took so long, i rewrote like the whole thing last minute, READER IS 18+ ! in college ok, Namjoon is not a pedophile

You bring your jacket closer to your body, the late night chill settling into your skin even the fire couldn't warm you, watching the orange flames slowly die out like it had given up on you amongst everyone else. Maybe it was the desolate feeling in the pit of your stomach slowly eating away from the inside-out, gnawing away at your brain. You could only describe the feeling as being on a roller coaster, free falling with your stomach in knots and you think you might puke. (nope that's just the alcohol).

Your fingers run over the edges of the jacket, a sudden reminder of the owner, The man that had put the warmth on your back, ahh here comes the giddy part on the roller coaster where your just sat atop of the word, a calm euphoric bliss, heart beating with nerves of what's going to happen right before the approaching drop. Remembering his words from earlier this night, he said you could call him for anything right?

You bite you lip in thought, if you had a flower you would be picking off the petals until only one answer on the last petal remained. Namjoon was a respectable man so you were not wrong to be hesitant to bring your neighbor into your drunken mess.

The times you did see him through glimpses at the mail box or from your window he was always busy, phone pressed to his ear and hand in his grey slacks as he paced back and forth with a frown. right now you could guarantee he was working in his office or asleep at this time of night but the desperation claws at you. A gentle voice telling you that maybe it will work out, the thought of asking anyone else for a ride home leaving you feeling sick to your stomach. how had you fucked up so much in one night.

You grab your phone from the pocket of the jacket, cold fingers tapping the cracked screen to find the number you had saved. the fluttery whirlpool of feelings swell with butterflies when you think about how you got his number. the man dressed to the nines in a luxurious suit when he stopped you on your way to class, sweat dampening you hair and piece of toast in your mouth as you run late, Jimin had left without you again and now you were late. He rolled down the tinted window with a dimpled smile, telling you to get it, you don't protest.

You remember him scolding you for getting up late, as an adult you had to get yourself up and not rely on your brother he had said and you cast your eyes to the clean floor of the vehicle. The car comes to a stop at your school but the door stays locked and you look expectantly at him. his hand extended to you and you look with confusion, your own hand jutting out to match the movement. He sighs and reaches into your blazer pocket, his body leaning over your side of the car that you could feel his breath on your neck

He pulls out your phone, quirking an eyebrow at you when he sees there is no password and working silently to enter his number in.

"ill call you every morning as a reminder, if you don't answer I will have to come over and take you to school myself" he hands back the phone to your stunned face, red and rosy.

he continues on

"If your ever need an adult to talk with or you need anything at all, you see something nice you like, if you need help with homework or you need anything that you might feel to embarrassed to go to your brother about you can call me" you cheeks heat as your fingers trace over the phone in your hand, emergencies only you told yourself, you try not to think about how far that anything at all reached to and your thighs press together for thinking about it.

You felt a lot closer to Namjoon then you did to Jimin's father, always away on business trips with your mother that you hardly knew him, infact in the past year you been living with your new family you think you had only seen him a handful of times. Namjoon was the closest thing you had to a father figure an that's exactly want you needed right now, the screen was cold as you held it against your ear, the ring only mocking you , you really are alone.

The soft voice breached your ears instantly calming you. "y/n are you ok?" you nod, eyeing the dark sky above you to keep yourself together. "y-yea sir-ah.... Namjoon, I was just wondering if your offer still stands, my ride home fell through and-and" you gather your breathing, trying to keep yourself stable enough to talk. "take a deep breath and use your words, tell me what you need"

"I just need you"

His voice was so calming, a deep rasp lulling you into trance as the fire stared back at you. The hum in his throat and click of a pen on the other end of line dragging you further on edge and if you listen close you think you hear the sound of the front door closing. "ill be there soon, don't move" explaining that he would be there in 5 minutes. 5 minutes felt so long sitting out in the with nothing but the cold to keep you company.

the sound of drunk squabble broke the trance as you watch someone fall down the back yard steps, "please hurry".

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Namjoon was hard, achingly so at the desperation in your voice

He pulled up to the house address you texted him (not that he needed it, that tracking device worked just fine and from years of taking care of Jimin where Jimin's own father failed, he knew a lot of the younger boys favorite spots to get wasted at)

You had been outside long enough now for the cold to grow numb, past the point of hurting and now just a dull ache in your joints, not even noticing the sleek black car pull up to the front of the house until the tinted window winds down to show the familiar warm smile.

You quickly get in the car and basically melt into the seat, the warmth from the heater warming your skin and you thank the heavens you had the courage to call Namjoon, he really did save you from a otherwise dreadful night.

"thankyou sir, you have no idea what kind of shitshow this party was" He doesn't correct your title this time, "I'm glad I could help". His smile didn't reach his eyes but you didn't question it, you did however question the beverage in the cup holder.

"I thought you might need a little pick me up, something to make the hangover a little easer when you wake up" your cheeks tingle at the gesture, people as nice as Namjoon didn't exist, you didn't know how old he was as every time you asked he would just smile, lean down to your height and tell you to try and find out to which you would get to shy and change subject. All you knew was that he was probably old enough to be your dad. If only you were smarter to see why he was so nice to you, if only you had questioned how he knew your exact coffee order but you don't.

ignorance is bliss as they say

"you are such a life saver" you sip at the warm liquid, letting yellow street lights blur together like stars as you pass them by. passing drunk teenagers along the way and you wonder if they will get home safely.

Namjoon drove with one hand on the steering wheel, eyes on the road but his mind filled with how you would look in the next hour , drooling all over yourself with his fingers deep inside you, contentment thrilling through his body as he relaxes into the drive, you were so close to him, so close to him that he manages to see the blood on your lip and it itched at him.

"what happened to your lip"

Touching at your lip, sucking it into your mouth to try and hide it from him, you make up an excuse. "oh, I cut it on a glass bottle, a bit to much to drink I guess haha" you let the awkward laugh die in your throat as he nods, something shifting in the atmosphere of the car, the air suddenly a bit to warm.

"we should get that fixed up"

You were a lier. You laugh nervously when you lie... he would store that information for later use. Namjoon gripped the wheel in thought. you had just lied to him and Namjoon hated liers but he knew exactly how to deal with them. He was also a skilled knivesman, expertly cutting and trimming his plants so he knew no such thing could have happened to your lip. what did you take him for.

You don't know when your eyes got so heavy but it was getting harder an harder to keep them open as the drive went on, your mind tries to keep up with his speech, black spots taking up the corners of your vision as you try to shake yourself awake.

His house comes into view, the large driveway lighting up when he parks the luxurious vehicle, "do you know what happens when you lie to daddy?" Namjoons voice was so nice that you really could fall asleep, your own mouth opening, nothing but slurred nonsense making its way out. your brain registers the opening and slam of a car door, Namjoon making his way over to your side of the car to open your door and your met with the immediate cold air filling the car, icy air feeling like it was burning your skin and you almost want to cry.

"They get punished"

You don't know how but you somehow end up in his embrace, strong arms bigger then your head holding you up against his chest, you breathe into his neck... he had the most wonderful scent.

"were g-oooing" your voice comes out in a whine as he enters the pin pad to his home, marble floor echoing under the weight of his shoes, he doesn't answer you and instead makes the journey up the stairs

You fall onto a soft bed, your back immediately melting into the soft material, much much better then your own bed. you try to sit up but the dizzy swirl of your brain and Namjoons soft fingers in your hair was so inviting. "t-this isn't my room" you giggle, trying to get out of the bed only to be pushed back down onto your back, Namjoon hovering over you.

"I know baby but Daddy needs to keep an eye on you, your so drunk you can hardly stand, just look at you"

but you didn't drink that much, did you?

"your the one that asked me to bring you here"

you don't remember that but Namjoon would never lie to you.

The bed feels like it was moving, floor swirling under your eyes, you felt like you were going to fall through the bed and be sucked up with the ocean under you. you clutch onto Namjoons shirt and pull him closer with weak limbs. "don't feel good, please stay" before you know it you were out.

Namjoon smiled to himself, knowing the dose he slipped into your drink was just enough to have you passed out for a couple of hours so he could stretch you out, if you did happen to wake it would only be for a short while and your precious head wont remember a thing. he would start with cutting off those pesky fishnets.

The shrill ring broke the silence in the dim room. quickly digging out his phone from his pocket, Jimin's callers ID lighting the room up in a blue haze as he swiped to answer using the same comforting voice he used on you not long before. "Jimin , are you ok?"

the edge of the bed dips with his weight, one hand loosening the top button of his shirt.

"Hyung, fuck I dont know what to do" Jimin sounded frantic, panic wobbling in his voice amongst the loud vibrations of music. "I-fuck I cant find Y/N, she wouldn't leave without telling me and im freaking out because I think Hoseok took her, I cant find him either" Namjoons worked to untie your shoes with his free hand.

"and what do you want me to do Jimin?"

The question hangs in the air and he could feel the other boys distress. "I don't know I just need help and you always know what to do, I was going to make a quick stop with Taehyung to-" Jimin halts his words, probably not the best idea to talk to his much older responsible neighbor about drugs and how badly he wanted to rail his friend, the pent up sexual tension from you eating him alive and he wasn't in the mood to get in trouble, that didn't go well last time he asked Namjoon for money.

"I just need help"

His fingers trace shapes into your thigh. "well she's a good girl, she cant be to far, ill see what I can do"

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Your body was warm, the comfortable sheets of a bed hugging your body in its heat. Trying to stretch your hands but find that they don't budge. Still cloudy from sleep as you start to notice the steady pressure of fingers over your underwear. A continuous rub against your clit over the sheer underwear that was now completely soaked through.

You whimper, voice horse as you try to grasp your bearings but it was so dark, that's when you feel the fabric over your eyes, your still druged state weighing you down into the mattress, limbs feeling like dead weight as anonymous fingers played with you, a single finger slinking up and down. the thin fabric the only thing from keeping him from violating you

"oh, your awake"

Namjoon? the rough pads of his fingers that had been worn down with years of tiresome work and sleepless frantic typing to get to where he was now, CEO of his own company, alot of money and no one to share it with. skilled fingers with years of practice in his youthful college days, everyone of his partners complimented his skilled touch but then sex started to feel all the same, thoughts much to dark for normal people but it was ok because he became so busy on his way to the top, marriage came raining down on him to make his parents happy and his skills became useless when his wife never wanted sex for pleasure, only to have his child. divorce came quickly with the misscarage.

The skilled fingers hook into your underwear, pushing the flimsy fabric to the side, a single digit running slowly up your slit. You recoil in surprise, feet jetting out to kick at nothing but air and the soft sheets of the bed. His fingers pinch down on your thigh, not being able to help the clench of teeth, a pained moan on your tongue as it comes slurred, how long had you been out.

He successfully catches your foot and pulls you by your ankles down the bed, a harsh slap delivered to your ass and you gasp, a silent scream at the pain, his voice rough "I wont take off the blindfold if you don't listen and daddy isn't feeling very patient right now" his hand soothes over the red mark, fingers making shapes in your skin. "are you going to be good?" the hand hovers like an unspoken promise

You nod, face pressed to the pillow. Your heartbeat sporadic in your chest with the hammering thump of a headache in your temple. Your ears ringing from the reverb sound of the slap that had long passed. your mind pulls at unconsciousness, begging to be pulled under the weight of your eyelids and welcome dream state, the soft rub of fingers on your clit dong its best to put you in a trance.

"good girl"

You could almost feel his body unclench with a sigh in your submission, releasing a low hum his hands soothed over the sting of his hand mark, fingers moving softly up your spine until his hands were firm in the locks of your hair, pushing your head further in the pillow

"daddy is just inspecting how tight you are, just go back to sleep baby"

The blind fold falls slightly from your face, your eyes adjusted to the room, light spots swimming in your vision as you repeatedly blink to grasp your surroundings. The room dark with a dim glow of a lamp lighting the room.

"Be really still for me or we could have an accident" he speaks to you softly but with a firm hand on your ass almost turning painful

what ?his words muddled in your head as he took your legs in his hands again, moving you onto your back and your hands dig painfully into your spine, the rope cutting at your skin as you struggle

You felt the cool sensation on your thigh but your mind was to muddled to know what it was, The sharp tip of a knife spreading like ice on the soft skin of your inner thigh. your breath hitching as he runs it higher, over the slick of your underwear and clit and letting it rest there.

"keep your legs open" his calming timber of his voice ran through you, the knife hooking into the side of your underwear. you tried to control your breathing through your nose, despite the knife on your skin you felt safe, the calming voice convincing you that everything was ok, you were a good girl.

His eyes were kind, still the same Namjoon you knew but now you could see the malice behind them, he called it devotion.

He watched you shake, "what's wrong baby, does it hurt here, I know first times are scary" his fingers were back on your clit, the soft press of fingers rubbing in calculated circles. His hooded eyes drinking in the way your head lul to the side, drool cornering at the side of your mouth.

Your back arches as a moan slipped past your lips, inescapable pleasure from the friction of his fingers making you clench, his eyes trained on your face, taking in every gasp and twitch as he coos at you

"that's it , so needy for daddy aren't you" now with you distracted he takes hold of the knife again and with a quick flick of his wrist your underwear fell from your body as he tore the rest away from your legs now completely bare infront of him. slick and shiny all for him

"Such slutty underwear baby, did you plan on getting fucked"

He spread your legs open, knife dropping to the side of the bed where your other ruined clothes lay as he admired your folds, his fingers running from your entrance all the way to your clit. fingers sticky as he brought them up to his mouth

you couldn't help but gush at the sight, his tongue swirling around to suck every drop from his fingers, a deep rumble emits from his chest that cold only be described as primal and you try to close your legs at the sound, a whimper caught in your throat, mind alert but your muscles were still having a tough time catching up, not being able to talk or scream as the muscles in your neck lay dormant

Your knees knock together in effort to hide but his wet fingers move back between your squished thighs, voice deep and menacing like you really were on thin ice.

"Don't even think about it, you want to be a big girl and get drunk and show your body off to perverted men then your going to have to be a big girl and take it" he pushed you legs back open with his other hand, your legs falling open to continue to let his fingers touch you. He shushes your cries with a finger, pressing all the way inside of you, letting a finger move in and out of at his own pace.

"Actions have consequences , This is what happens when you don't listen"

You cant help the breathy half whimpers that leave from deep inside your chest. the sudden curl of his finger , body twisting infront of him. you much rather his calming voice, not the angry one he was using.

"please, i-" another finger pushed inside to meet the first, the stretch making you wine as he fucked them into you. feeling so full.

The continues curl of his digits sped up, the vulgar sounds of his fingers fucking into your cunt just to show how wet and needy you were brought a dominate blush to your face, so much attention on you that you had never experience, Namjoon holding your legs open and still fully clothed.

"what would you have done if someone had touched you like this at the party, someone not as kind as me" you grit your teeth so hard you thought they might just break, his fingers working expertly inside you and you just couldn't keep it together anymore. a moan being forced from your throat.

"your lucky I got to you first, your so tight you can hardly take two fingers"

A desperate breath leaving your lips with the pleasure threating to snap, it made you feel delirious. your throaty voice coming out in a whisper" - daddy msorry"

"fuck" Namjoon pulled his fingers from you, the sloppy sound of his fingers exiting your hole to grasp at his suit pants, the belt being ripped from its place as he discarded his attire.

His cock hard against his stomach and your tears well up, not ever haven taken someone his size before, it was never going to fit. He groaed as he pulled you flush against him.

"you haven't been very good have you, months of teasing with those short skirts, putting on a show from your window just begging me to look at you, what ? you don't want armature cock is that it?" He lined himself up with your entrence, letting his tip drag along your folds and brush over your clit.

you recoil away, scared of the impending length.

"I cant- it wont-" a hand clasped over your mouth, lips quivering under his palm as you cry as he pushes himself all the way in, your cunt stretching to accommodate him as he fills you slowly.

"I know baby, daddy is sorry but you need to learn to take it, this is still a punishment" he pulled out and pushed himself back in to the base, picking up a slow rhythm as he used you.

your eyes closing at the pure feeling of being so full and stretched, pain clinging onto every thrust feeling him enter you over again, your mind going numb to the pain every time he fucked into you, burst of pleasure every time he moved.

"fuck, look at you taking me so well, you like it don't you" he took hold of your leg, hoisting it up to his shoulder to fuck you deeper, the slow thrusts of his cock driving you crazy, feeling him in your stomach with every push of his hips.

small noises and mumbles leaving your mouth still feeling like your mind could give up any second and plunge you back into darkness, the steady rock of hips fueling the flutter or your eyes. A harsh thrust had you feeling winded. "no- to much" you want to reach out to claw at his big chest, to push the intrusion of your walls away but you are reminded with the sudden ache that your hands were still bound uncomfortably behind your back.

"does that feel good baby, you like when daddy fucks you like this" The bed creaks in unison as he pushes himself into you, your strangled moans of pleasure taking over your whole body as he lifts your other leg over his shoulder, your limbs may as well have been made out of paper from the way he hoisted your waist into the air.

"s-stop ah , too deep" you could barley get the words out, mouth refusing to work and words coming out much slower, hitched with every thrust inside you. the tingles in your mouth allowing drool to pool at the corners of your lips. your cries go unheard as his focus in his own cock slipping expertly into your dripping cunt over and over, his palms taking a handful of your ass to keep your lower half suspended off the bed, the furious knock of the bed against the wall thumping in your ears

"do you want daddy to breed you? cum deep inside you and make you keep it all in"

the thought almost made you cum

He pulls himself from your body, not enough patience to be kind or gentle as he flips you back on your stomach like you were nothing but rag. already sinking back inside of you with a deep sigh from him.

Bending down so his chest was flush against your back, his arm bigger then your head coming to wrap around your neck in a head lock as he held you close to him kissing your cheek, his hot breath gathering against your ear. "wanna cum baby?, cum for daddy and when you fall back asleep ill increase the dosage so I can use you all night, get you nice and stretched" he could hardly talk, overwhelmed with the feel of you squeezing around him, grunting into your neck as he fucked into you.

Your breathing and incoherent speech dying on your tongue as he wraps his free hand around your mouth, your drool coating his hand as you let your eyes drop shut, much to heavy to keep open.

He cums inside of you with a deep grunt, cum leaking from you as he pushes it back into you, the slap of his hips against you coming to a gradual stop, hissing in slight sensitivity when he pulls out.

you were already being pulled under, body giving out as you let your brain shut down.

the sound of the doorbell rung out through the massive house, Namjoons fringers tensing where they rest against your sweaty skin, your eyes already fading in and out, blurry and wizing around the room as your eyes get heavy.

Your eyes close for the final time, the last thing you see is namjoon riping his pants up his legs quickly patting your hair with a kiss to your temple. "daddy will be right back and ill make you feel really good, make you cum" the fading footsteps echoed across the silent night, the pounding on the door not letting up, Namjoons footsteps carrying him further from you.

Namjoon opens the front door with Jimins raged breathes in a panic as Namjoon ushered him into the house. the door clicking shut with a lock. Namjoon was telling him everything was going to be ok, reassuring him with a gentle smile as he sits him on his unused open L shaped sofa. Before Jimin could get in a word Namjoon was walking into the kitchen.

Jimin reluctantly sat on the huge open L shaped couch, legs bouncing as anxiety ate away at him, your phone was off and the icing ontop of the cake was Namjoon bringing him a hot chocolate. no one was taking him seriously. "what the fuck"

he moved to stand only to be pushed back down with a strong hand on his chest, other hand gripped on his clothed length instantly shutting him up

"w-what are you-"

"I would be very careful with the next words you choose to say, you wouldn't want your father to know that his son is a dealer now would we, how you came onto your neighbor begging to suck my dick for some drug money because his daddy froze his bank account, if your father wont teach you any manners then I sure as hell will" Jimin swallowed hard, hissing as Namjoon squeezed down on him. it was one time and he was very drunk. If Jimin's own father wasn't going to discipline his son then Namjoon had no choice to do it himself.

"I wonder if he would also like to know his perfect son swings both ways, lips made to suck cock I'm sure it wont be a surprise, do you think he know how you touch yourself to the thought of your innocent sister"

Jimin shakes his head, silent struggle in the pain and pleasure. "no p-please don't"

"that's what I thought, now follow me"

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The next time you wake your tarnished with blankets that don't smell like your own and as you wipe the crust from your eyes, still blurry with sleep and thick fog that clumps together at the back of your eyes, the same feeling you get when you sleep too long into the day or wake from a indulgent nap, bad taste in your mouth.

The fuzz was still swirling around your brain but at least you could open your eyes without having them glaze over, objects becoming clear as you look around the room. the more you look the stranger it gets. the room was no doubt extravagant but it was no way fit for an adult, the beady eyes of a caramel coloured stuffed bear perched onto one of the dressers starting to creep you out.

You sit up slowly, the pink blanket falling from your body and letting slide down your chest, the slide of fabric was much to sensitive on your nipples, you recoil with a shrill of pain, nipples rubbed red with hours of abuse . No matter how much you sit and think you cant remember a thing, all you knew was that you were in a room fit for every 7 year old girls dream and that you were naked and sore.

you set out on thick padded socks, legs giving up on you the moment you touch the soft woolen rug. It feels like sleep paralysis... your muscles refusing to work even when you were wide awake, only there was no dark figure waiting for you at the end of your feet and the sun was basking across your skin in a warm glow.

A sharp pang of hunger shoots at your stomach, feeling is shrink on itself from not being fed for far to long and sure food was a good motivator but also the quiet creak of the floorboards that got closer with each step outside the closed door was enough to have you standing on your feet.

You watch the door handle open, scrambling onto the bed to cover your naked body just as the door opens, holding your breath not really knowing what to expect until you see Namjoons calming all-knowing eyes, they shine with exhaustion one would only get with age, reading glasses perched on his nose and dressed to empress even if it was only 7 am. Shirt buttons clinging for dear life . You mouth open and closes, mind turning to goo as the clench of your legs speaks for itself.

He catches the squirm of your body, lips tugging at the corner of a dimpled smile. 37 years is how long it had taken for a Devine intervention to occur in Namjoons life, having worked his ass off from the age of 20, building an empire and name for himself he could finally allow his inner self just be, the darker side of himself that he never allowed to spill

"glad to see you finally awake, did you sleep well ?"

The heat that creeps up your neck at , much too expensive watch glinting in the early morning sun reminding you that time and life did exist.

"how long have I been asleep"

His eyes fall to his watch (the name to long and complicated for your drugged state of mind that you wouldn't even know how to pronounce it), the silver standing out amongst the black suit pants but still matching the embroidery on his belt.

"3 days"

He tells you with with a smile. you blink

huh?

what?

Your brain still catching up with what he had said, he didn't look the slightest bit worried like you being out cold for 3 days was normal "come get breakfast, don't make me wait"

Why was your brain so fuzzy

"Wait im just really confused right now... did we fuck ?"

You don't know when he got so close, slow steps into the room and he breathes a sigh, a hard stare pinning you in place that you feel all squirmy inside. "we don't use that foul language in this house, do you understand?"

you hold your breath, his fingers moving under the soft blanket covers until his hand encloses around your ankle, fingers dipping higher up your leg before they wrap around your thigh, so so close to your naked heat but the air was stuck in your throat, you felt a little scared under his gaze, his jaw setting stern, a click of his tongue.

"I see iv been easy on you, its rude not to respond when an adult is speaking to you"

The fuzz starts to clear as you become more and more awear to your surroundings, bed warm with the days you had spent being trained to take more then two fingers without the tight stretch, you don't remember that though... just the murky voice of the older man telling you to go back to sleep. afterall Namjoon didn't want you to cry like the first night.

The warmth of the fingers were gone and he was out of the room with a hand in his pocket. it left you stunned.

You walk down the stairs one at a time as softly as you could. Fingers holding onto the railing as you do so as your legs aches from being unused.

the wet sounding click of laptop keys swirled around in the quit living room space, his rimmed eyes focused on the screen where you could make out long paragraphs of tiny black font though the reflection in his glasses. coffee steaming a colour blacker then his dark brown eyes as he lifts it to his mouth, not acknowledging your presence and the hesitancy that swallowed you, if you could make it any clearer you would be wearing a post it note stuck to your head saying what the fuck.

"N-namjoon?"

The sound of typing flatlines as he peers at you from above his glasses, rolling his sleeves up to his elbow as he sits back into the plush looking chair, broad shoulders taking up so much room in the chairs space as he gestures you to sit, you follow the line of his arm, watch covered wrist up to his finger where he was pointing to a chair.

A pink bowl filled with now soggy rainbow coloured flakes, all the artificial colours bleeding into the white milk making it look a 3rd graders art drawing

when you look back up at him he was already typing away , eyes focused.

you scoff and try not to think about how sexy the older man looked while working... but this was a bit much, you would much appreciate a warm cooked meal and while you weren't opposed to ramen or unhealthy foods kids cereal was ???

"whatever" You gather your things quietly and head for the front door

"I wouldn't do that, now sit down while I'm asking nicely"

His stern voice, filled with authority and promises that if you don't do exactly as he says you would be in a lot of trouble. the small part of your rational thinking tells you to leave but the much bigger part feels like you are being spoken to by a school teacher and so you had to listen, letting your feet carry you back.

You take your seat with defeat and wait patiently for the man to be done.

you don't know why you cant remember the past 3 days, had you got that drunk at the party ? had Namjoon found you and taken you under his security until you came around. You try to remember scraps from the event but your head throbs in pain when you try. you wait to be scolded, just knowing the older man was probably so disappointed that you had let it get so bad to the point you don't remember and your cheeks heat when you remember you had been naked when you woke up, did he??? did you??

the sudden closing on the laptop had you jump

"Eat your breakfast , its the most important meal of the day" his eyes bore hot into you, waiting patiently with with his hands folded together on the table. you look down at the sludge of slimy mush and wince.

"cant I at least have some coffee or som-"

"Eat your breakfast" the stern voice had you flinching, the authority in his voice making you feel small under his gaze, the annoying tick of anger took over

"No"

The single word felt so heavy in the air, silence was the only thing that followed, so still you count hear the morning birds , you dared to look up and meet his eyes

"No?"

You didn't know what to say, feeling like you had done something wrong but choosing to roll your eyes , that did not sit well with him at all

"Namjoon i-

"You are to address me properly, you can address me as Daddy or Sir and you will be addressing Jimin properly as your brother"

You blink, and blink again

"Ok what the fuck" you roll your eyes, this must be some sort of prank.

The chair scrapes against the floor , Namjoon rounding the table to pull you from your seat. If you had just done what he said but this was alot more fun for him then it was going to be for you and you had made him mad.

Hand on your jaw to force you to look at his towering figure "you better watch that mouth, do you want to roll your eyes at me again ? because I have been waiting to use that mouth for so long"

"Dont make me punish you cause I fucking will, your brother is evidence of that, why don't you go ask him"

He nods to the long stairway, soft cream carpet stairs leading back the way you came. tears fill your eyes from being yelled at and you shake you head, finally understanding the situation and taking him seriously.

"that's what I thought"

He pulls you over towards the L shaped couch and places you over his thighs, the pillowy thighs restrained under suited pants felt like a safe spot, he was so so big and it had you feeling dizzy.

His large hand coming to pull down the pink shorts you had pulled on in a hurry, the swell of your ass visible as you thrashed and cried in his iron tight grip

"how about 15, then ill put your mouth to better use"

[haveanotherfandomblog]

Roses and Thorns

Chapter Three: Halloween

Pairing: George Weasley x Fem!OC

Genre: Adventure, Angst, Comedy, Fluff

Word Count: 5.2K~

Warnings: N/A

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Mid-September brought a slightly less than subtle change to the weather. The sun spent most of its time hiding behind the clouds as the wind ran rampant through the grounds of Hogwarts. Gwen liked to spend her free periods outside, soaking in what little bit of sun was left before winter came barreling in and made it nearly impossible to go outside.

Though she was beginning to miss the warm weather, her mind was kept occupied by her studies and Quidditch. All Cedric talked about for the first two weeks of school was Quidditch--him and Tamsin. Any time spent in the Hufflepuff common room was spent talking about the game, and the pair explaining to her the fundamentals of what they called “the best game in the whole world,”;  though she did get a kick out of telling them it was just the wizard version of basketball.

Quidditch tryouts for the Hufflepuff team were on the second Saturday in September. Cedric paced around the common room all morning, wringing his hands until they were a nice, bright shade of red. Tamsin and Gwen sat on the couch, attempting to study, but ultimately just watching as he paced until tryouts.

They all made their way to the Quidditch pitch. It was a large field with slightly overgrown grass and stands that stood high upon stilts. On either side of the field sat three hoops. Gwen gave Cedric a charm bracelet she had made for good luck before following Tamsin up the stands. There were scattered students in the stands, most of them older and using the excuse to come outside. There were a few other Hufflepuff students she recognized from her year: Heidi, Maxine, James, and Arthur. They were seated in the front row, watching intensely for the tryouts to start.

Cedric made his way to the middle of the pitch, clutching a broom in his hand. One by one the players began rising in the air. The Captain, Jenetta Weaver, a sixth year, was in the middle of all the players, directing them around the field. She was a fierce looking girl with long brown hair pulled into a French braid and a serious expression that always made her seem slightly confused.

She blew a loud whistle, then tossed one of the balls in the air. Immediately, the players dove for the ball, tossing it to one another and making a beeline for the hoops. One of the seventh years, who Tamsin said was a Hufflepuff Quidditch legend like Jenetta, was pacing the hoops. She had short black hair kept back by a bandana that Gwen knew was being kept in place by magic. She watched in amazement as she blocked the ball with practice ease, a smirk on her face.

Cedric was floating in the air, watching as everyone played. Another Hufflepuff student was waiting in the air with him. He didn’t do much in the air, just watched the other players.

“Tamsin,” Gwen called, pulling her out of her conversation with Heidi. “What position is Cedric going for again?”

“Seeker. That’s the one that goes after the golden snitch.” Gwen nodded her head as she watched the rest of the players. One boy, a seventh year named Marshall Allen, was hovering nearby Cedric, his hand wrapped around a bat. He had short blonde hair and was big and burly.

A black ball came whirling towards them. Cedric had barely turned half an inch before Marshall was swinging the ball, knocking it clean towards the other side of the field. Gwen gave a gasp as the other Hufflepuffs buzzed with excitement. She went to lean on the railing, more concerned with Cedric’s wellbeing than with the possibility of falling several feet.

Then he began to dive. The girls jumped from their seat, watching as he dove straight for the bottom of the pitch. They waited with baited breath as he slowly pulled the broom up at the last minute, keeping one of his hands outstretched. He slowly turned his broom before he wrapped his hand around something.

Jenetta blew her whistle, waving to gather everyone’s attention. He rode up to where she was and triumphantly held the golden snitch in his hand. Gwen hollered, clapping and waving as she jumped in the stands. The other students murmured around her, giving her odd stares. She didn’t care as he waved back before passing the snitch to Jenetta.

Tryouts continued for some time. She didn’t realize how late these could run, but she was determined to stay the entire time. Most of the other Hufflepuff students had ventured back inside, leaving Gwen, Tamsin, Maxine, Heidi, and a couple of boys from Cedric’s year in the stands.

It was almost dark when Jenetta announced her decision. She would, of course, remain as one of the chasers along with Jaqueline Beck, a seventh year. Malcolm Preece, a skinny second year with brown hair and fair skin was to join them as their third chaser. Marshall Allen remained a beater, and Anthony Rickett, another second year with a round figure and ashy-blonde hair, would join him as the second. Hufflepuff legend Ida was to remain keeper, and Cedric was the new seeker.

Gwen was beside herself, cheering and jumping and dancing. She grabbed Tamsin’s hand and dragged her down the stands, running to where he was dismounting. She tackled him to the ground, laughing and cheering. His second year friends joined her, dog piling him as they cheered. Tamsin let out a laugh before joining in, patting his shoulder aggressively. He let out a laugh, staring up at the darkening sky.

“You did it!” Gwen shouted for maybe the thousandth time as they entered the castle. “Are you going to tell your parents? I bet they’ll be so proud! This is so exciting! OMG, now I want to play Quidditch! Don’t know if I’ll be any good, but it’s always worth a shot, right? You did it!”

He nodded his head, doing the dance to enter the common room. The other Hufflepuff students gave him a round of applause . He bowed his head before collapsing onto the couch. He was still drenched in sweat but he didn’t care. Midnight barked and jumped onto the couch. He made himself comfortable on Cedric’s lap before promptly falling asleep.

“So, when’s the first game?” Gwen picked Midnight up from his spot and set him on her own lap. He provided little protest as she went to scratch his ears.

“Well, the first game of the season is sometime in early November, but the first Hufflepuff match will be mid-to-late November,” he said. “That’s when I’ll get to play.”

“You’ll be great,” Tamsin assured him. “You were like an all-star out there. Before you know it, you’ll be a Hufflepuff Quidditch legend.” He laughed softly, shaking his head. Only time could tell.

***

The rest of September was highly uneventful for Gwen. She spent most of her time studying for her classes. Cedric was swamped with school-work and Quidditch practice, so she hardly ever saw him, and when she did, he was always exhausted. Tamsin spent most of her free-time hanging out with their other dormmates, giggling over things Gwen didn’t understand. They never excluded her, but there was little fun to be had when every joke had to be explained.

No, she didn’t understand their wizard jokes, but she harbored no ill-will. She simply opted to put her focus where her family excelled, in their studies. It provided her with great comfort that Mark was always as eager to study as she was. The only problem was he was selective about which subjects he wanted to study for. Half of their classes fell to the bottom of the list. His favorites consisted of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and Charms. He only put in an effort with potions to avoid detention with Professor Snape.

Ava was willing to give each class equal attention, but getting her to sit down and put forth the effort was another story. She would have rather spent her Saturdays wandering and exploring the castle. As fun and exciting that sounded, Gwen knew they needed to do well in school if they wanted to stay. She assured her there would be plenty of time to explore after their work was done, but getting her to focus was like getting a dog in a bath: chasing her around until you lured her with a treat.

The only person who put in the same amount of effort as Gwen was Richard. When he sat down to work, he didn’t stop until everything was done and done perfectly. Every step in his process was meticulously thought out and planned, and while the other three certainly threw more than one wrench into his work, he never left the study group or said anything mean, he simply continued on and reworked what he needed. He also helped Gwen make sure Ava and Mark completed all their work so the pair wouldn’t have to serve detention.

***

Gwen would want her kind personality and academic achievements to be her mark on Hogwarts. Unfortunately for her, her legacy would consist of wit and mischief, and it all began at the beginning of October.

October First marked the start of another school week, and the official countdown to Gwen’s favorite holiday. She and Richard were on their way to class, discussing the homework from the weekend, when two unexpected visitors stepped into their path. Richard latched onto Gwen’s arm, forcing her to stop and pay attention to the people in front of her.

“Hey there, Gwenny ol’ girl,” Fred greeted, an innocent smile on his face. His nose was still slightly swollen, despite the magic of Madam Pomfrey. “Heard ‘bout your friend making the Quidditch team. George an' me got on too, see. Beaters.”

“Congrats.” Gwen moved to step around them, tugging Richard along. Fred stepped to the side, bending his head down slightly.

“What’s the rush?”

“We need to get to class. Have a nice day.” She sidestepped them once again, and he followed suit. She exhaled loudly through her nose, frustration beginning to bubble inside her. “Can I help you?”

“Have a piece then.” George produced a piece of candy from his pocket, wrapped in shiny silver plastic. “Go on. It’s delicious. Toffee flavored.” He stuck his hand out farther, a matching grin on his face.

Something in Gwen’s body pinched the base of her spine and worked its way up to her neck. She glanced over to Richard, who seemed annoyed rather than suspicious. She gently pushed his hand away, reaching back to find Richard’s.

“Thanks for the offer, but I’ll pass.” She pushed between the boys, tugging Richard along. Once she felt they weren’t going to follow, she took the chance of looking back. Both boys looked infuriated and disappointed.

“What do you suppose that was about?” Richard asked, pulling out his books. He set them neatly in the corner of his desk, spines lining up with the edge and the top sides lining up as well.

“I don’t know.” Gwen frowned, turning back to look at the door. “I doubt anything good.”

Her instinct was right. By dinner time, she saw multiple students, from all the houses, covered in massive blue polka dots, all claiming the same story: Fred and George Weasley had offered them the toffee flavored candy in the shiny, silver plastic wrap.

Ava told Gwen they had received a week’s worth of detention and had lost ten points each. Gwen shook her head and returned to her table. Those boys sure seemed to have a knack for getting themselves into trouble.

Cedric had told her they were just as bad their first year too. Sooner or later they were going to do something they couldn’t come back from, and when that happened, she just hoped they didn’t take half the school down with them.

***

Gwen, Mark, Ava, and Richard had agreed to meet every Saturday in the library to review the week’s lessons and to catch up on any work. The four fell into a routine, and while it was still far from a friendship, Gwen knew that they’d be inseparable by the end of the year.

The only issue came from Richard. While the rest of the group had other friends to hang out with, Richard seemed to be a loner, and not the stare-off-into-space-brooding-bad-boy type. It was more along the lines of help-no-one-within-a-ten-mile-radius-will-come-near-me type, and that bothered Gwen to no extent. He refused to spend time with any of his housemates, including his dormmates. In fact, he only went to his dorm to sleep. It didn’t help that almost all students outside of Slytherin avoided him too.

He assured her he didn’t mind spending time alone, and she knew that some people needed time alone, like her sister Nat, and others simply liked it, like her sister Penny, but the two of them still interacted with other people.

On days Gwen didn’t need to study, and most of the students were just hanging around, and Cedric was busy with his Quidditch practise, her and Richard would spend time walking around the black lake, bundled up as Jack Frost nipped at their noses. He wasn’t much of a talker, like her brother Nick, but Gwen found comfort in having someone listen to her without interrupting. In a family as big as hers, being heard wasn’t as easy as it should have been.

It was a Saturday after a particularly hard week in Potions, two weeks after the candy incident, that Gwen ran into the Weasley twins. Running being an operative term as the four of them had been on their way to the library when a familiar sharp pain entered Gwen’s back and shot up her spine. She stopped in her tracks, furrowing her brows.

“Gwen? What’s wrong?” Ava asked, tilting her head. Gwen didn’t know what to say. She looked around the corridor, but there wasn’t another soul.

“I don’t know. Something just feels… off.”

“I think you’ve been working too hard,” Mark said, turning back around. “Why don’t you get some rest, we’ll catch up tomorrow.

BOOM!

The entire corridor lit up like Times Square on New Year’s Eve. Fireworks shot out bright colors into the castle ceiling and produced dancing creatures of all kinds. The loud noise had startled Ava, Mark and Richard, as the three of them quickly ducked for cover.

Gwen, on the other hand, gave out a laugh, looking up and giving out a long whistle as the creatures disappeared.

“Oi! Come on!” Fred and George stumbled from their hiding spot, looking at her in utter disbelief. She gave them a grin, shrugging her shoulders. Her group rejoined her in the middle of the corridor, looking less than thrilled with the Weasley’s.

Of course, Mr. Filch was also less than thrilled with the mess and fire hazard they had caused. She’d never heard such shouting before. They slumped their shoulders as they were escorted to Professor McGonagall’s office, and given another week’s worth of detention, and lost another ten points each.

“I don’t know what their problem is,” Ava said, sitting with her back against the window. “They keep losing our house points and soon wea not gonna have any.” She put three piles onto the table and pulled out her ink and quill.

“Forget the points,” Mark said, dumping his bag’s contents onto the table. “They’re putting everyone in danger with stupid pranks like that. I mean, the  amount of fire hazards from that prank alone could have had devastating consequences.”

“How come you didn’t react? Did you know about it?” Richard sat with his back against the door, moving to put Mark’s items into a controlled space before setting his own books down.

“I didn’t know. I just got a weird feeling. Besides, those weren’t that bad. I mean, you haven’t seen real fireworks till you’ve been to D.C. on the Fourth of July.”

“Wow, you Amaricans are a lot mora tough than I thought.”

As the days passed, Gwen found her excitement for Halloween dwindling. The other students didn’t seem to care about the holiday, seeing as for them, it was always Halloween. They didn’t care for carving pumpkins, there was no way to watch scary movies, and nowhere to go trick-or-treating. The excitement of Halloween was almost non-existent, and that brought her cheerful demeanor down several notches.

Tamsin was the first to notice her shift in behavior. Instead of her normally cheerful jigs, Gwen’s violin seemed to only produce slow and melancholy tunes. Even in the common room, they could hear her sad songs that even made the Fat Friar sad.

She decided that Gwen needed a nice pick me up, and there was no better place for spooky lore than the library. On their way there, another sharp pain shot through her spine, causing her to stop in her tracks. She held out her arm, stopping Tamsin as well. She opened her mouth to protest, but was quickly shushed.

She was not amused by Gwen’s sudden odd behavior and pushed her arms away, placing her hands on her hips. She gave her a pointed look, looking around the semi-empty hallway.

She brushed off her annoyance, watching as Mr. Filch marched down the corridor, Mrs. Norris hot on his heels. He grumbled as he passed the girls, ignoring most of the students as he went to round the corner.

Loud screaming startled the corridor as he fell backwards, legs stuck together like a mermaid. The children’s mouths fell open as Mr. Filch flailed about the floor, yelling and pointing like a mad man. Gwen covered her mouth as Tamsin struggled not to laugh.

It was no surprise when the culprits turned out to be Fred and George. They emerged from around the corner, faces almost as red as their hair. They turned their heads and saw Gwen and Tamsin staring at them, disappointed but not surprised. Fred looked like he could strangle someone as George drew his mouth into a thin line.

“What is going on here?” Professor McGonagall’s voice carried through the corridor loud and clear, effectively silencing everyone except Mr. Filch, who was still flopping around the floor like a fish. She cast an unamused stare down at him before pulling out her wand and giving it a slight wave.

His legs were released and he scrambled to stand up, turning a nasty stare onto the twins. Professor McGonagall held up her hand, silencing him at once. She turned her sharp gaze onto them, releasing a slow and steady breath. 

Of course, with his impeccable timing, Peeves came swooping in from another corridor, laughing and pointing at the pair. Though usually excited for the encouragement, both looked like they wanted to throttle the poltergeist.

“Oh ho ho! Looky what we have here! Silly silly boys!” He let out another rambunctious laugh circling above them. Professor McGonagall simply shooed him away, with threats of Dumbledore and the Bloody Baron. He stuck out his tongue before flying away to cause problems somewhere else.

“Everyone, get to your classes. Now.” The other students scrambled to avoid getting detention. Tamsin pulled Gwen along, eager to leave Professor McGonagall’s war path. “As for you two, after your fiascos this month, I see it only fit that you both receive a month’s worth of detentions. As such, you both lose twenty points-- each.” Gwen felt bad that they kept getting into so much trouble, but she couldn’t understand why they did it. No one was laughing, not even them. Hopefully now they learned their lesson.

When Halloween was right around the corner, Gwen found herself in a sour mood almost everyday. Her sunny disposition was nowhere to be seen, and the entire Hufflepuff dorm was filled with her low and somber music. Even Richard was beginning to miss her chatter. Her mood was a mystery to everyone, herself included.

Halloween had always been a happy time in her life. Her family always went trick-or-treating in Grandpa Dave’s nice neighborhood, followed by a trip to a haunted house, and ending the night with a big party at their house. Yet the excitement for her family’s favorite holiday was nonexistent.

“Oh, chea up Gwen,” Ava encouraged. They had just finished their last class of the day and were going to drop their books off in their respective dorms. “My dad told me tha’s always a big feast for Halloween. Sure to be a sight to see.” Gwen shrugged, fiddling with the edges of her notebooks. “Don’ worry, you’ll feel tons betta when you get some suppa in you.”

“Okay.” Gwen waved goodbye as she continued down to the common room.

Most of the students were rushing out of the common room, eager to feast upon the delicious food they’d been smelling throughout the day. She pushed past the sea of hungry students and went to her dorm room, where her dormmates had already deposited their stuff. Heather’s books were piled neatly into her trunk, the lid left open in her haste. Heidi and Maxine had both placed their books on top of their trunks before they’d undoubtedly ran to join Tamsin, whose books laid in a skewed pile on her bed.

Gwen carefully placed her charm book on top of her other books before carefully closing the lid. She shuffled to the common room, which was almost empty save for the other Hufflepuff pets that weren’t owls.

Midnight was amongst them, lazily perched above the fireplace, his tail flicking back and forth. His bright blue eyes watched her carefully as she shuffled through the barrel hole and made her way to join the other students.

Ava’s dad was true to his word, the Great Hall was a spectacle to behold. Candles floated above them, casting a spook-tacular glow around them. The ghosts were floating around as well, moaning and causing quite the ruckus with Peeves. Candy and other Halloween themed food lined all five tables.

Cedric was seated near the end of the Hufflepuff table, chatting with the other Quidditch players. Their first Quidditch game was only a matter of weeks away. He waved her over, giving Tamsin a shove as she chatted with Heidi and Maxine. She moved over without breaking away from her conversation, shoveling her food into her mouth.

Gwen sat between the two, grabbing a fair and healthy serving of food. Cedric returned to his conversation of strategy and Tamsin only offered her a smile. Their plates were piled with delicious food and sweets of every kind, both magical and muggle. Gwen grabbed her fork, but couldn’t bring herself to take anything. She pushed her food around her plate, resting her chin in her hand.

She glanced around the Great Hall. Ava was sitting amongst a group of Gryffindor girls, giggling and chatting. Mark was eating and listening to whatever the other boys in their year were going on about. Richard was seated at the end of the table, a book in his hand as he read and ate silently.

It seemed no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t bring herself to enjoy the festivities like the other students. Even the ghost choir, who were singing a beautifully haunting melody, couldn’t put her in a good mood.

“You doin’ alright Gwen?” Cedric asked, pulling himself away from his teammates. Gwen let out a sigh, stuffing her mouth with mashed potatoes. “That bad, huh?” She shrugged, keeping her eyes on her lap. He gave her back a gentle rub, moving to eat his own food. She set her fork down, excusing herself from the table and turning in for an early night.

She knew that right about now, her siblings were seated in a circle in their living room, negotiating candy trades, with Kate and Lily easily swindling their other siblings out of their fair share. While that was going on, her parents would be seated on the couch, her dad with his cup of decaf coffee and her mom with her cup of herbal tea, watching in amusement as they waited for guests to arrive.

She knew Aunt Penny would have the coolest costume, and she’d have brought the pumpkin pie cupcakes with the white frosting sprinkled with cinnamon and nutmeg. Uncle Derek would have new ghost stories to tell and games to play.

The only thing Gwen couldn’t figure out was if they missed her as much as she missed them. She  wished she could call them and let them know she wanted to be there. She wanted to hear the new story and have one of Aunt Penny’s cupcakes. She wished she could have gone trick-or-treating and carved pumpkins and gone to a haunted house.

Instead, she was left wandering towards her dorm. Maybe if she hadn’t been so deep in thought and self-pity, she would have felt that sharp pinch slither up her spine. Maybe she would have heard the echoes of footsteps and muffled laughter. But alas, as she wound the corner to the stairs towards her common room…

SPLASH!

Water poured down on her, leaving her completely drenched. Her mouth fell open as she let out a gasp, looking around. Fred and George fell from their hiding spot, holding their sides as they howled with laughter. There were tears in their eyes as they rolled around the floor.

Now, Gwen loved a good prank. Pouring water on someone wasn’t too bad, and on any other night, she might have joined in on their laughter with a promise to return the favor. But this wasn’t any other night. And if they’d taken two seconds to look at her, they’d have seen what they did had a worse effect on her than they intended.

Tears welled in her eyes as her lip began quivering. One of the twins, she wasn’t sure which, hit the other, looking at her. Both stopped laughing as her tears began falling down her face. They glanced at each other before they both ran for it. One of them paused, turning their head back briefly before they disappeared from view.

She took a seat at the bottom of the stairs, bringing her knees to her chest. She rested her head on her knees, shivering as her tears mixed with the water dripping from her hair. This had to be, by far, the worst Halloween of her entire life.

“Gwen?”

She lifted her head to see Richard standing in front of her. His hands were gripping his satchel and his brows were furrowed. He took a seat next to her, eyes darting all over her.

“What’re you doing here?” She let out a sniffle, smoothing out her school robes. She used the back of her hand to wipe away her tears, not that it made much of a difference.

“I saw the Weasley twins leave shortly after you did. I wanted to make sure they didn’t do anything. I guess I was too late.” He reached into his bag, scrunching his nose as he pulled out his wand. “Reverte.”

The water vanished from her and left her nice and dry, though she was still cold and her eyes were puffy and bloodshot. She gave a breathy chuckle, using her sleeve to wipe her nose. She thanked him and fiddled with her robe, keeping her gaze down on her robe.

“So, do you want to talk about it?” He tucked his wand back into his bag, scrunching his nose as he fixed his glasses. She shook her head, tucking her knees back under her chin and earning a slight chuckle from him. She turned her head. It was the first time she’d heard him laugh.

“What?”

“First time you don’t want to talk, and it’s the first time you need to. Come on.” He gave her a gentle nudge.

“It has nothing to do with the twins,” she confessed, squeezing her legs. “It’s just-- it’s stupid. Getting worked up over something so silly.” She paused, but he wasn’t giving up that easily. He nudged her again, giving her a pointed look. “It’s just-- me and my family always celebrate Halloween with a big celebration. It’s almost as big as Christmas for my family, and, well, this is my first Halloween I won’t be celebrating with them. I dunno, I guess I just-- I don’t know.”

“It’s okay.” He gave her an awkward pat on the back. “There’s worse things to miss.” She turned her head, giving him a deep frown. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with being upset. It was something important to you.” He drew his mouth into a thin line, furrowing his brows. “Why don’t you just write to your family? I’m sure it’ll make you feel better.”

She mauled over his words. He was right, if not for the reason he thought. Both her parents had degrees in psychology and both would be able to help her. She stood up suddenly, startling him into standing as well.

“Thanks Richard. You’re a good friend.” She gave him a strong hug, which, after the initial shock wore off, he returned hesitantly, giving her back a couple awkward pats. She skipped off to her common room, her mood better than it had been for most of the month. The first thing she did was pull out a roll of parchment and a quill.

Dear Reid Family and Extended Loved Ones,

I hope you guys had a spook-tacular Halloween! Mine wasn’t too interesting. Actually, mine wasn’t fun at all. They threw a big feast and had a ghost choir, but there wasn’t any trick-or-treating or haunted houses or Aunt Penny’s cupcakes. I’m sure Uncle Derek had a lot of cool stories to tell. Surprisingly, the ghosts here don’t tell many scary stories. They’re just really, really, really sad. I guess that’s what happens when you’re dead.

On a happier note, I think I’ve entered my first prank war. These two boys, brothers, have been trying to prank me all month. I’ve avoided it for the most part, but they got me today. It wasn’t too bad, just some water, but now I’ve got to think of a good comeback. (I’m looking at you for help Daddy!)

I was a little upset today because I missed you guys, but Richard (that’s my friend in Slytherin) really helped me today. He was actually the one who suggested I write to you guys. I can’t wait to see you all in a couple months for Christmas! I love and miss you all!

Love,

Gwen

She carefully folded the letter and slipped into an envelope before scrawling her mother’s name on it. It was a quick and uneventful trip to the owlery and back to the common room. By her return, most of the students had returned and were heading to bed for tomorrow’s classes.

“Gwen.” Cedric waved his hand, jogging over to her. “You okay? You left pretty early.”

“I’m okay.” She gave him an affirmative nod and a chipper smile. He smiled too, chuckling. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Well, you certainly look happier. Come on. You should get to bed. We still have classes tomorrow.” He nudged her towards her dorm room before he headed off to his own.

She climbed the stairs until she reached her room. Everyone was already asleep, happy in their candy-induced comas. She changed in her pajamas before also climbing into her bed. Midnight jumped onto her bed as well, snuggling right by her face as drifted off.

[seainthestars]

LIKE THIS IS IMPORTANT, THAT'S NOT A STAR SHAPED BRAND, THIS IS FAR MORE ELABORATE:

[inwildspace]

“Kid’s gonna get into trouble one day.” Every kid does, but with the blood of a scoundrel and a princess in his veins, his defiance will shake the stars.

Empire’s End: Aftermath by Chuck Wendig

[uhura-ismylastname]

finally picked Life Debt back up (I’m sorry, Chuck Wendig, these books just don’t hold my attention like others) and my heart is absolutely breaking at the image of Wedge waiting for Nora with flowers, only to see her return with her long-lost-husband. If someone wants to draw this devastation for me so my heart can break more, be my guest.

[authoratmidnight]

Aftermath update!

Part 2, ft: Yuto and pain

Yuto was prepared for the silence that would come with getting his body back, with being split from Yuya. What he wasn't prepared for, was that he'd never hear him again.

Sorry it’s not longer, it wouldn’t let me hammer out more x.x

[theghostupstairs]

Gallius Rax, listening to The Cantata of Cora Vessora on repeat: Hm, I'll need a code name if I'm going to kill all of my political rivals with the Republic's forces.

Gallius Rax, sobbing over a few notes and living in the attic of the Hanna City opera house: It needs to be clever, terrifying, and capture my very essence.

Gallius Rax, marrying a cardboard cut out of a famed soprano: I've got it! I shall become...the OPERAtor.