#krisclaw

[ravenhan-blog1]

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prompt: desire and danger !!

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[ravenhan-blog1]

a thousand times.

@krisclaw

butterflies claw at the lining of his stomach, no longer soft and gentle creatures judging by their intensity but instead gnarled and vicious things that make his innards jolt and his chest tighten behind the tightly wound buttons of his dress shirt. fingers find the gap between his collar and his throat and pull. anxiety is a stale word that cannot seem to comprehend the level of emotion swirling in his chest as he waits at the foot of the boy’s dormitory stairs, eyes fixed on the door.

the yule ball is finally upon them all, the night that has been raved and ranted about for weeks. tensions and romances have run rife in the veins of the students and they have become fixated - who is taking who? which girl is wearing what dress? will you save a dance for me? - although kris’s mind has always been on one thing and one thing only. he finds himself smiling without realizing, the muscles in his face contorting into joy of his own accord. he leans against the couch, gaze glued to the door ever still, and waits for jeonghan to appear.

his reflection has been staring back at him for the last half hour - he almost can’t recognize himself in such a pristine suit, with silver studs accenting the collars of the blazer. jeonghan thinks that maybe he should have gotten a haircut, but blame all this newfound anxiety to the former source of erratic heartbeats, sweaty palms and stuttering words. jeonghan welcomes the unusual and somewhat agonizing feelings back into the system, but reminds himself not to get used to it. he doesn’t want to live the rest of his life questioning what ifs and what could have beens.

the time has come, right here, right now.

with a sharp intake of breath, he turns away from the mirror, and steps out into the common room where his date wait. just the thought: date - it sends him almost keeling over, a flow of unresolved and unknown emotions hitting him fast. he didn’t care to know who was taking who, except his mind constantly lingers on the fact that he, of all people, is taking kristopher wu.

“bonsoir, mon cher,” he begins, his voice coming out softer than he expected. he feels his heartbeat in his throat, unable to suppress the wide smile that forms against pale lips. “you look… absolutely…” the right word, think of the right word. “…perfect. are you ready to go?”

[ravenhan-blog1]

all texts holla

status: accepting // meme !!

Σ morning.

[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] good morning ♡[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] that text sounded sweeter than i intended it to be

Σ unsent.

[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] can we talk?[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] i’m such a mess without you[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] i need you. i need you so much.[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] did you ever love me?

Σ rushed.

[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] SAVE mE A SEAT[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] almost fell off a flight of stairs[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] not fell down. OFF. fell OFF.[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] tell the profes sor rowena ravenclaw almost Kille d me

Σ drunk texts.

[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] thsre fuckign ru rmors got me EXHauSTdE[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] i o nLy lov e yoU???[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] hhahhaa i wnat to di e

Σ suggestive texts.

[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] are your legs the only part of you that’s long?[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] rhetorical question[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] i already know the answer

Σ late night texts.

[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] are you still awake?[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] a few more hours until sunrise[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] do you want to wait for it with me?

Σ hateful texts.

[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] am i just some fucking experiment to you?[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] go find some other slut[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] i’m sure all these girls would beg to suck your fucking dick

Σ random texts.

[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] i’ve been thinking[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] about you, mostly.

Σ scared texts. 

[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] i can’t lose you again[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] kris just fucking talk to me PLEASE[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] i’ll do ANYTHING

Σ loving texts.

[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] i love the sound of your voice[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] it reminds me of my favorite song[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] only better

Σ curious text.

[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] what happened between you and that other girl?[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] you don’t have to tell me[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] i’m not jealous. just curious.

Σ excited text.

[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] THAT WAS THE BEST GAME I’VE wATchED IN MY LIFE[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] not that i’ve watched a lot but[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] YOU WERE FUCKciNG AMAZING !!!!!![ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] SO GLAD  IW AS AWAkE TO SEE IT[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] CONGRATULATIONS CAPTAIN

Σ accidental text.

[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] i need kris back[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] i’m going to beg if i have to[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] wait[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] FUCK

Σ heartbreaking text.

[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] i know the right girl is waiting for you[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] i can’t be that person for you[ txt ➞ beanstalk ♡ ] i don’t love you anymore

[wonslytherin-blog]

%, ✿, ☎

FINGERS AGAINST BUTTONS

– curious

( sms : north pole ) can you really spy on girls with that height? 

– suggestive 

( sms : north pole ) you should watch

( sms : north pole ) porn

– rushed 

( sms : north pole ) look behind you i’ts the bloody baron!!111

( sms : north pole ) just kidding 

[hoonpuff-blog]

??, #

MUSIC SHEET. text messages

STATUS. not accepting!!

send “⁇” for a drunk text.

( text  → kris, ravenclaw) wh re are you?( text  → kris, ravenclaw)ho w did you gett s tall?( text  → kris, ravenclaw ) did you hang g upside down a lot?( text  → kris, ravenclaw ) doe s it still hrt where i hit you with the bluger? lol

send “#” for a random text.

( text  → kris, ravenclaw ) what spell is best used when being attacked by centaurs?

[puffleri-blog]

# $ ✿

                                                            ( TEXT MEME                                                        currently accepting )

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

( sms → ravenclaw keeper ) a pigeon followed me around today and at some point it was practically seizuring over some crumbs and reminded me of you on the quidditch pitch( sms → ravenclaw keeper ) h aha

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

( sms → ravenclaw keeper ) did i leave my bra at your place?

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. 

( sms → ravenclaw keeper ) haha next time i will break your fucking broomstick( sms → ravenclaw keeper ) and not in the way you ravenclaws like

[ravup]

i want the k ( fight me )

Kissing Meme - status: accepting!

Random number: #2 - Cheek Kiss

Durmstrang Castle - 2013 - AU (maybe? who knows??)

Jongup stared at the immense Durmstrang’s castle door,its wooden and iron material was always so intimidating and its size would makeanyone take a second guess before trespassing.

But for him, he just didn’t care. Not that he was thebravest of the students, but just because it was boring to be there. Almosteveryone had left for the holidays but because he hadn’t behaved properlyduring the year, his parents decided he should stay in school and not spend thefestivities with them. Jongup took that blow in a bad way and trashed his dorm,what lead him to a week of detention, not being able to touch one singlePotions book.

Which was irritating because Potions was his favoritesubject ever.

So it wasn’t a surprise that he was bored out of hismind, owls were traveling twice slower than they should and he was sure it wasbecause of the snow – he tried charming one of them with super speed but endedup blowing up the poor thing (also got another week of detention for that, thistime no dessert after the meals). But the letter he got was just refreshing,actually it sounded like some kind of prank and he had to read it three timesto actually believe it.

It was worth the risk of getting another week ofdetention when he opened the heavy door and left the castle, waiting outside bythe main gardens. He didn’t want to miss when he arrived, he wanted to be able to enjoy every single moment ofit.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here.” Jongup’s voicewas a mere whisper five minutes later when the taller male showed up, dressedup elegantly all in black. He felt the urge to run towards him but that wouldresemble of a cheesy romantic movie and Jongup was far from that.

When Kris and Jongup were finally in front of eachother, it was hard to decipher what they wanted to do, it was hard to predictwhat they would do, actually. Friends that were separated for years, thefriendship that remained intact just because of letters they sent to each otherquite often. Still, it was alien for the two of them to be physically so closeto the touch.

Jongup was the first to smile, reaching out to pullKris close by the long scarf he was wearing. If the taller boy wanted toresist, he didn’t let it show.

“I thought you were lying to me.”

“You said you were paying two weeks of detention anddeprived of festivities. Thought I would make you a surprise.” Kris said it asif it was the obvious thing to do, as if traveling from one school to another,to ask for a permission to his parents to have his memory erased as soon as heleft Durmstrang was easy, just to spend some days there with Jongup.

The Durmstrang student felt moved by that, the idea ofnot being alone was warm, like chocolate syrup and it was probably because ofthat feeling that his arms found their way around Kris’ neck, pulling him downa little so they would be facing each other almost eye to eye.

The lips pressed against the other male’s cheek, closeto his lips, were cold, but slowly they became warm with the heat that camefrom Kris’ skin and Jongup’s eyes never left his friend’s not caring if hewould push him away or turn around and leave (he secretly hoped he didn’tleave)

“What was that for?” Kris asked, a frown adorning hismanly features, but there was no judgment or disgust in his voice, justcuriosity.

Jongup smiled, shrugging, the relief evident on hisface as he played with Kris scarf, a small pout forming on his lips.

“Just because you’re you.”

[ravenhan-blog1]

i want the k

status: not accepting !! // meme

the reveal: 15 - kiss in the rain !!

there was thunder overhead - loud and menacing, a threat of heavy rain - but jeonghan refused to cease pursuit. the taller boy’s considerably longer strides, in addition to jeonghan’s lack of daily physical activity, made this a much more difficult feat, and it had jeonghan practically panting, vision partially obscured by the hair sticking onto his damp forehead. he hated making a spectacle of himself, but if he must –

“kris!” he called out, a plea from a hopeless case. his native accent - a loathsome butchering of the other male’s name, kreese – much evident in his exhaustion and desperation. “kris, please - just let me -” a sharp inhalation, jeonghan could feel his lungs clench painfully, although he wasn’t sure at this point whether it was from the chase or from the fact that he was so painfully anxious about the impending exchange. “please, listen to me. écoutez moi. i just need you to listen to me one last time. une dernière fois, s’il vous plait - je vais arrter. je promets que je vais aretter. i’m begging you.”

when the taller male finally came to a halt, jeonghan was almost completely out of breath. jeonghan, however, did not dare take another step in fear of kris stepping away, and jeonghan was terrified of reaching out only to have him slip between his fingers. he deserved it, and he would take what he could - including this moment.

“please, give me another chance,” he started, voice unconsciously rising from the distance between them, and his own desperation. “kris, i made a mistake. a huge mistake. absolutely huge. immense.” he straightened himself up, forced himself to meet the other’s piercing gaze. jeonghan felt so small, but all he wanted was to tuck himself safely in the other’s arms. this was the most vulnerable he was letting himself become.

another set of thunder, and lightning in the distance, made jeonghan flinch. then, droplets on his cheek turned to a downpour. they froze in place, under the looming perils of an oncoming storm. “i need you in my life,” he screamed, competing with the sound of thunder and the thumping of his heartbeat in his ears. “i just…”

his gaze lowered on the damp ground, and he took one cautious step forward. he wasn’t sure anymore if his face was wet with rain water or tears. “je t’aime, kris.” he shut his eyes tight, let the overflow of genuine emotion spill out, words he had been so terrified of expressing. he let the rain wash away the remainder of his pride. “je n’aime que toi.”

once he raised his head, his glazed over hues met dark ones that were reminiscent of the ocean at night. oh, how jeonghan wanted to drown in them - if only kris would let him. he had unconsciously closed the remaining gap between them, the soles of his shoes sinking into the grass and dirt. “it’s always been you, mon cher.” he reached out, gently cupped kris’ face, wet from the rain, between his hands. jeonghan’s eyes gave away only honesty, and in those dark eyes was a tinge of hope.

“all i ask is another chance.” jeonghan stood on his toes, pulled the other closer until they were a breath apart. “tu es l’amour de ma vie.” he pressed their lips together, all regret and desperation. with every movement of his lips cried out please. i can’t live without you.