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I've always wondered...life would be easier without Homo Sapiens.
Well, 6th mass extinction will take time and I know I won't be alive for that much long..
So, the best option is HALLOWEEN
This perticular day I feel near to my kind.
I said I might do this, and I decided I will this time. Here is the entire Patreon story I published a premier for earlier this month. I hope you all enjoy. If people are interested, and you haven't already, feel free to visit my patreon and subscribe for multiple benefits and to give me the freedom to write more of these great transformations for you all.
A Costly Boast
Jackson smirked as he finished posting on his tumblr feed. Sure, the pic had been more of a joke at the time, but he did look good, and he knew his watchers would want to see more of his sculpted body and rugged features. He was a magnet for both men and women, after all.
I’m the biggest gorilla in the forest.
He’d added the caption at the end for the sake of the persona he’d developed for his web posts. And, he had to admit, if did feel good to show off.
With his work finished, he shut down his computer and grabbed his cell phone. It was time for another nature walk. He strode out in his cargo shorts and grinned up at the sun. Winter had passed at last, and the sheer amount of green was enough to make anyone’s head spin. It was simple enough to pass along the trail behind his house and admire the view it afforded. The sight of the river and buildings in the distance always left him in a pensive state of mind.
After he’d spent enough time musing over the view, he reached into his pocket and withdrew his phone.
Might as well check for any replies.
Jackson smirked at the number of likes and reblogs. His body was definitely a popular commodity. Then he scrolled down to the comment and frowned.
A user named Goodf3ll0w had written, As you boast, so shall it be. A special gift to you from me.
Jackson frowned and scratched at his head. “The hell...?” he muttered.
He put his phone away and continued his stroll through the forest. The trees clustered together on both sides as the trail became rough. Bird calls became more frequent, and he suddenly felt an increase in the humidity. He puffed his chest as he strode along a particularly steep incline that he didn’t recall passing before.
The foliage thickened as fronds and other low lying bushes sprouted with thick leaves to obscure the view beyond the path. Moss and lichen spotted trees that seemed almost to tower into immensity. Oaks, palms, redwoods, sequoia, and who knew what else. He breathed heavily and a wave of dizziness overcame him as a pungent sweet odor struck his nostrils.
Jackson groaned and leaned against a tree to regain his sense of balance. The dizziness eventually passed, but the sweet smell remained. He didn’t feel so good. He turned around to go back, but when he did, he found no sign of the previous path, only a network of barely worn trails branching through the trunks.
“What the...?” He blinked blearily and strode toward one of the paths. He felt the rough remains of slippery roots and dried leaves crunch and squash beneath his soles. A curious series of hollows had formed naturally between the roots, and long-dead leaves and other greenery lay in an approximation of a nest of sorts. What kind of animal would need to build a nest that large?
Jackson grunted and scratched at his chest as he continued his journey. Better not to stay and find out. He thought he heard the tinkling of laughter, but when he turned his head to find the source, the laugh would jump to another part of the woods. He let out a low growl of frustration, then decided to finally let the noises go. Instead, he huffed along a random track. Surely, he’d be able to find a proper way out eventually. After all, he’d taken this forest track hundreds of times before. He knew it like the back of his hand.
He rubbed at his ears with his fingers when a dull tingling decided to tickle at the skin along the surface, then shuddered at the sensitivity.
“What’s wrong with me?” he murmured to himself as he let his hand drop and furrowed his brow. He trudged through the path as the foliage thickened and began to brush against his skin.
He wasn’t sure how long it had been going on. He’d been walking for what felt like hours, but the sun still filtered through the canopy above with the same light.
“I need a break,” Jackson said as he dropped onto one of the larger tree roots to the side of the road with a heavy thump. He hunched forward to catch his breath. His skin was sleek with sweat, and his feet were covered in a layer of dirt. His stomach complained with a loud grumble. “And now I’m hungry. Great.” He grunted and tried not to think about his current situation, until something hard bounced off his head.
“What the--?” he growled and rubbed the place where he had been struck, then looked down in some surprise. The fruit was long and curved, like a boomerang. Its green flesh was tough, but yielded slightly to the touch. A series of silver patches gave the peel an almost metallic glint that caught at the eye. “Now where did you come from?” He looked up into the canopy, but found no signs of the fruit in question. Either it was too high up there to see or someone was deliberately playing him. He didn’t like either prospect.
All the same, he was hungry, and the food was there. He weighed the pros and cons, turning the fruit in the light all the while. It seemed almost like a mutant banana. Could the silver have been mercury? If so, it was poisonous in the extreme. But that didn’t make sense. Fruits didn’t develop mercury in them. It would have been filtered by the roots of the tree, and probably would have killed the tree itself. ... Right?
He furrowed his brow and scratched at his head. “Should I or shouldn’t I?”
A more violent protest from his stomach soon answered that question. Jackson sighed as he peeled back the flesh the same way he would the store-bought variety. The fruit itself seemed to glitter in the filtered light. Drops of what looked almost like rock candy were interspersed in a series of criss-crossing patterns over the flesh to give it a gem-encrusted appearance. The scent of the flesh was sweet and strong. Jackson’s mouth watered as he gazed at the tip, where a silvery patch in the shape of a star stretched down in segmented lines over the rest of the fruit to refract the color through the studs that bedecked the rest of the flesh. He swallowed, then took a bite.
The fruit was one of the richest he had ever tasted, putting its cousins back at his house to shame. Jackson let out a low moan, then devoured the rest eagerly. When he’d finished, he looked down at the peel in disappointment. He wanted more.
Suddenly his tongue felt thick and lethargic. He moved it about his mouth a few times, but his jaw didn’t seem to want to function. His arms grew heavy, and his body began to droop. He felt so ... sleepy. Dust sifted down from above, a gold dyed green by the sun’s filtration through the leaves. He breathed, and the sweet scent of the banana or whatever the fruit was still lingered.
The forest began to spin as he stumbled to his feet. “Wh-wha—?” He didn’t get far before he fell to the ground. The world continued to whirl around him, despite his immobility. The last thing he remembered was the distant sound of child-like laughter.
Jackson blinked blearily as he slowly came back into consciousness. He groaned as he worked his arms under his body and pushed himself up. He paused and held that position for a time. Whether out of habit for a morning workout with planks or something else, he wasn’t sure. He looked around the path, then slowly got to his feet. He felt ... strange, bloated. He heard the sound of fabric creaking and straining and patted at his waist and legs to probe for the problem.
Everything ... felt okay. Sure, the waistband was a little tight, but he was used to that sensation. His thighs brushed the edges of the shorts’ cuffs as he walked. He breathed deeply to steady himself. His nostrils flared. He smelled water mingled with that strange fragrance from before. He wasn’t even aware when he’d started moving. He felt the dust in his throat, though, and knew he needed something to wash that sensation away as soon as possible.
The roads had long since become impossible to track. Everything looked the same in these woods. Occasionally, he would stumble and have to catch himself on a trunk or brace himself for a shock against a nearby root. It wasn’t until he’d walked a good half mile or so before his groggy mind finally came up with a more sensible solution. He reached into his pocket and fumbled in the tighter space.
The fumbling soon turned into a groping, then a frantic search followed by a violent yanking that tore the seams holding the pockets in place.
“Shit!” he swore. The phone was gone. His one chance at calling for help or using GPS to navigate out had disappeared.
He knew he had two options. Either he could stay there and keep grumbling about it or he could actually find that water and save himself from potential dehydration.
He chose the latter.
Every few minutes, he would turn his head to strain at the direction of the flowing water. Sometimes it would be louder. At other times, he would have to double back and try another path. Eventually, he arrived at a heavy incline layered with interwoven roots that matched the gabled limbs overhead.
“Damn. Wish I had my phone for this. It’d make one hell of a picture,” he said as he marveled at the natural structure, before he leaned over and began his climb.
The roots were slippery, and he fell on his face more than once in the struggle. The arch in his feet ached from how heavily he’d leaned on them in his climb up. He had to rely on his upper body to get him through the last of the climb. His shoulders and neck throbbed, and his torso felt taut as he finally pulled over the last hurdle to reach the top of the natural obstacle course.
He was soon rewarded. The surging ripple of water over rock echoed through the boughs as Jackson looked on the riverbed. The water sparkled in the light, and he smacked his dry mouth in longing.
The trip down was almost as hard as the trip up. His bare soles throbbed and complained with every step as he worked his quads, hamstrings, and adductors. He huffed breathlessly as the waistband on his shorts cut into his torso and the fabric began to squeeze against his engorged muscles.
“It’ll be worth it,” he said between grunts. His back was sore from all the bending, but he knew he would make it. And then he could wash the aches and burning away in the cool water. The grit of the dirt beneath his feet had long since become little more than a distraction to him, so he didn’t really register when he hit the ground at first. It wasn’t until he found himself staring at his hands pressed against the grit beneath the roots and felt the trebling in arms that he knew he had succeeded. He panted as he thrust himself to his full height again. His arms hung limply and swung lower toward his waist as his shoulders slumped and he hunched forward from the exhaustion of his trek
He gasped as the shock from the water hit, but carried on, until he reached closer to the middle of the bank. The waters were deep enough that he could immerse himself and sooth his aching muscles, not unlike the ice baths he had used once when he participated in football.
He lowered himself under the water and used his hands to grip the sides of the riverbed to avoid getting swept by the current. It was a relief to wash the sweat and grime off. As an extra measure, he opened his mouth to swallow some of the flow. True, the water may not have been purified, but he needed that substance to survive. The hike would leave him severely dehydrated, otherwise.
He didn’t realize just how thirsty he had become, until he felt the water flowing down his throat. The cold liquid dripped off his face and flowed down his chest in rivulets, while his shorts shifted helplessly in the water’s current.
“Man, that felt good.” He huffed as he waded to shore and laid himself out under the sun. His stomach sloshed heavily and his eyes drooped yet again as he laid his hand over his stomach and scratched lazily at his core.
Jackson groaned as he opened his eyes to the darkness. The crickets, frogs, and cicadas chirped incessantly. The night air blew over his recumbent form, but he hardly felt any chill. He reached up to scratch at his head and yawned. How had he managed to sleep the whole day, away?
He stretched his arms, legs, and toes to work out the kinks, then stumbled to his feet. The soreness was worse, and the material for his shorts must’ve shrunk, because the waist band and pant legs both clung tightly to his body. He stumbled to the water to soak his feet and get another drink. His nose felt thicker as he pulled the water off it and across his leathery lips.
“Damn things must’ve been tanned by the sun,” he grumbled. Then he sat in the bank and let the water wash over his sore feet for a while. The way the current played with his toes and soles felt almost like a massage, and Jackson welcomed it. He leaned back on his hands and let out a low deep groan of satisfaction and relief.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting there when the music finally reached his ears. His eyes snapped open and he strained with all his might to listen. His head rotated back and forth like a search light as he struggled to triangulate the sound. Finally, he caught the faintest glimmer of light on the other side of the bank, far back in the trees. After spending so long in the dark, it was a simple matter to triangulate the spot for a point of reference.
Jackson didn’t even think about it. The water surged over his calves, then his arms, then his whole body as he launched himself off the riverbed and into the current. The swim against the water’s flow was perhaps one of the most exhausting workouts he had ever performed. His arms and legs burned. His core clenched. His breathing came in animalistic grunts and pants as the water flowed around his meaty hands. Jackson didn’t care. He was about to reach civilization at last, or at least some camper that could help him get out of this place and back into civilization again.
The mud squelched between his hands and toes as he finally made it to the shallows on the other side. “Almost there,” he panted huskily.
The trees and brush were no obstacle to his determination. He bull-rushed leaves and foliage and shoved limbs and branches aside. The music grew louder, and he laughed at the loud pop one of the branches made as he shoved it past its breaking point in a curiously fitting percussion that slid right in with the reedy sound of pipes, the vibration of strings, and the steady thrum of a harp that cascaded like water over a stream bed.
Finally, he thought. He crashed through the last of his obstacles and broke into a clearing filled with … nothing.
Fireflies danced and flickered as the moon’s light shone down on a series of bulbous glowing mushrooms. Strangely grooved rocks dotted the clearing at various points. A series of holes strategically placed within them caused the chorus of whistles as a breeze blew through.
“No…” Jackson fell to his knees. “No.” He clenched his hands into fists to uproot some of the thick turf. “No!” He roared as the world went red. He came to panting on all fours in the heart of the clearing. The mushrooms pulsed gently as his chest heaved. His brow furrowed in a scowl as he puffed out his lips. Fragments of the stones lay in a mess over the overturned earth. Heavy gouges showed where strong hands had torn up clods of dirt and root with the turf. His chest felt taut as he breathed heavily.
“My, my. What violence.” The soft baritone was playful as it whispered in Jackson’s ear.
“Who said that?” Jackson growled. His throat vibrated as his voice grated from is overuse just moments before. He swallowed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed through swollen vocal cords.
Another laugh echoed. “Poor little lost thing. That was very rude, you know. We were having such a lovely party, until you showed up. And after all the trouble I went through to invite you as the guest of honor.” The disembodied voice tutted chidingly. “For shame. Don’t worry, though. Our invitation still stands, and you clearly accepted by coming here, so all will be forgiven. No need to worry your tiny brain about those troublesome details.”
Tiny? “You did this? You took me from my home?” The anger rose again, and Jackson clenched his jaw in anger as the laughter echoed again. His face tingled, but he didn’t care. He had a bone to pick with this stranger.
The music began to pick up again as the man laughed once more. “You left your home and wandered into our lands. It isn’t our fault that you chose that path. Ah, but never you mind. We have such a special gift in store for you.”
“… Gift? What gift?” he snarled.
“What gift, he says.” The clearing echoed with a chorus of laughter as the lights returned to bob and float in dizzying patterns. “Why, the gift of reality, of course, stupid boy.”
Jackson growled and bore his teeth at the lights. “Reality my ass,” he rumbled. “You did something. Tell me. Now!” He felt a heavy impact on his chest and looked down with a furrowed brow. All he saw was his open hand. Had … something been thrown at him? The clearing spun as he turned to try to face his tormentors. The more he turned, the dizzier and more frustrated he became. “Show yourself!”
“Ah-ah, my pet. Not yet. Not yet.” The voice laughed again. “Goodfellow isn’t finished with you. Oh, but it is so much fun to watch you struggle. You can’t keep up with what’s been happening, can you? You poor thing. You’ve eaten our food, drank our water. That was stupid. So very stupid. But what more could be expected of the biggest gorilla in the forest, hmm?”
Jackson gasped. “You!” His breathing grew labored as his eyes rolled around in their sockets to try and track the lights. Surely, there had to be some sort of pattern here, some means to trace the source of his torment. Some … how.
His stomach rumbled.
“Ah, the beast is hungry. Shall we supply him with something to eat, my friends? What say you?”
The laughter rose to a fever pitch, and Jackson’s ears tingled and rang with the chorus of voices that burst through. Some called to let him starve. Others to play with him some more. Others still said they wanted to make him dance. So many voices. So loud. Jackson growled and clapped his hands over his ears.
“Ah, poor thing. We’re overwhelming him. Softer now, my friends. Softer. Let us ease his simple mind with a little music. That is what drew him here in the first place, is it not? Surely, some piece of him will enjoy a new rendition. And I’ve just the verse.”
The clearing rebounded with mischievous laughter as the reeds, pipes, strings, and harps picked up again.
“As you boast, so shall it be. ’Tis what I said. ’Tis what I see. A wicked snarl so dark and grim would only suit a simian. You followed us. You heard our song. And childlike, you played along, Unknowing of the spells we cast, to draw you to our realm at last. The faery fruit and gurgling stream did seal your fate, or so it seems, As spinning, spinning, your world regressed, No pressing thoughts, save food and rest.”
Jackson growled and huffed as he tried to keep the voices out. They were annoying him. They made his head hurt. “St-stop,” he rumbled as his cheek bones began to push out and his chin receded. His lips pulled back as thick sharp canines protruded menacingly.
“Simpler, simpler, simpler still as music shapes and bends your will. You seek to rule. You seek to lead. The alpha’s role, the general’s need. You wear no crown upon your head, but two great crests are borne instead. Your arms begin to swing and drape to suit the command: Get into shape.”
Jackson huffed and grunted as his arms grew heavier. The annoying lights brushed against him and left his skin tingling with every piece of contact. He increased the pressure, determined to overcome this annoying song. Whoever this was was messing with him, and he didn’t like it one bit. “No. Won’t … win.” He winced at the tingling in his jaw and above his skull. A shudder passed through him as he felt the bones pressing against his hands. But no, that couldn’t be right. He had to be hallucinating. Yes. That’s it. This was a dream, some sort of … of, uh….
He furrowed his brow as the ridge began to jut forward over his eyes, then reached up and scratched at the top of his head in confusion, revealing the ear that had pressed closer to his rapidly changing skull and now remained in that position naturally. He knew the word. Why couldn’t he remember it now?
The longer he scratched, the more powerful the tingling became, and a dull sense of pleasure soon followed. A deep rumble emanated from his chest as his forehead gradually flattened and his skull began to push back against his scratching fingers. The pleasure continued to mount, until he let his other arm drop uselessly to his side. He was too lost in that dim happiness to care about the words that flowed into his newly transformed ears.
“The fellow has an itch to scratch, and soon he’ll have the wits to match the form for his most costly boast as pleasure overwhelms its host. Let magic flow and have its way as body swells and music plays. As brain is overwhelmed by brawn, ’tis hands and feet you’ll walk upon. Let knuckles drag across the ground as we await that glorious sound of human remnants blown apart by every changing body part.”
Jackson squatted in a patch of dirt and felt something unpleasant cutting into his waist, squeezing at his rear and thighs. He let out a dazed grunt. “Hurt … stop….” He reached down to rub at his belly and felt the ridges of his abs comfort him as he ran his broad palm and thick fingers over them in a curve. His breathing came hard, but he could still manage for now. The tingling spread with each stroke, and his breathing became more steady as the slabs were slowly consumed by the mass that grew there, followed by the stimulation of new hair follicles. With each breath, his mouth protruded farther as his skin began to darken. He hardly even heard the pop as the seams on his shorts burst open to reveal red skin that rapidly sprouted a forest of coarse hairs.
“Bigger bone and leathery skin will help you match your ancient kin. Head and neck now realign to fit the structure of your spine. Your shrinking brain and broadening back will soon develop what you lack. A big dumb ape, you now must be. Now shed your last humanity. With lack of thought comes lack of speech. Dumb apes like you hoot, growl, and screech. Too stupid now to disobey or keep my little prose away. Forget. Submit. Do as I say. Our silverback you now shall stay. From now on and forever more, you’ll roam across the forest floor.”
At last, the pressure on Jackson’s waist eased with a final snap. He grunted as he let his knuckles rest on the earth and snorted through his nostrils as they flared and retracted on his new muzzle. His skin darkened as his eyes lost their light, while the black hairs thickened into a massive coat of fur that covered him from his head down to his hands and feet. True to the words of the singer, his back swelled into immensity with broad shoulders and a large rear with squat legs thick as tree trunks. His feet cracked as they expanded into broad flat hand-like appendages, while the large toes adjusted into another set of opposable thumbs. The moment he stood on all fours, his neck and skull snapped into alignment, making it a natural position for him to stand and navigate in. He felt a dull itch on his back and reached behind to scratch at it, oblivious to the bright silver that developed there.
He blinked tiredly at the lights, and soon saw the strangest figures. Tiny little hairless things danced in the grass or the air. Some scampered with tilting red hats that smelled of blood. This made him uneasy, but the blood was not his, and he didn’t want to move for some reason. A strange creature stood in their midst holding a bundle of tiny sticks woven together. It smelled of a creature he hadn’t encountered before, with its hairy legs and hard no-feet. Yet, it seemed … familiar somehow. He grunted in confusion, until it offered him the shiny fruit. He sniffed it experimentally, smelled the sweet juices inside, and took it. It was a simple matter to peel with his meaty hands, and he quickly consumed the food, his concern for the strange creatures forgotten in his hunger and his primal desires.
One of the redcaps chuckled throatily in malicious glee. “Well done, Puck. Well done, indeed. Now that’s what I call a show!”
The satyr grinned and bowed to his audience. “I thank you, kind sirs and madams, for your patronage. It is this humble servant’s hope that he has provided some measure of entertainment for his fellows that will prove enjoyable for many days to come.” He grinned at Jackson as the gorilla laid down to sleep off his transformation and let the magic in the fruit seal the binding. The scraps of clothing he left behind soon degraded into so much cotton and flora, leaving only the metal button behind. Time would take care of that monstrosity, and there was no fear of repercussion from the former human. He was too stupid to piece together his past life. Yes, this was a fun little game with little consequence to the human world. He would have to play with another human soon. And he would hate to see the new toy get lonely.
He stroked his chin and smirked. “Perhaps we’ll give him a troop to play with one day. Now won’t that be fun?”
I’m the biggest gorilla in the forest.
Conscious vs Consciousness
To be CONSCIOUS, is an instinctive cerebral capacity (with its own "thought and memory phylum" per each species,) which is the capacity to instinctively know with just knowing, without utter awareness. As hard as it may be to swallow for most humans, to know something is not one in the same with being aware of something. So you can be conscious (knowing) without actually consciousness (awareness,) e.g., as with all the animals, and every other living animating creature. So what is then consciousness?
Being in possession with CONSCIOUSNESS is when the immaterial mind is adjacent with the material brain, enhancing the cerebral instinctive conscious with the awareness of the incorporeal mind, in psychic force activity; therefore, enhancing the conscious into "consciousness" (i.e., enhancing the knowing with awareness to that knowing.) And with this kind of activity, it solely belongs to the human species of this earth, and to no other (animate/inanimate.)
This information is based on my exclusive experience with my actual awareness, in my psychic force activity; that IT itself is inversive with this body, as opposed to sameness (integration) with every human.
Instinct pt.1 | Taehyung
The request
Summary line: It’s Taehyung’s instinct that you will be a very important person in his life.
It starts in the Great Hall on a Saturday morning, before the first Quidditch match of the year. Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff. You are already speculating who would be the winner. There are great chasers and beaters in Ravenclaw, but Hufflepuff has good beaters and chasers too. So it’s down to the seeker.
The Ravenclaw seeker is very intuitive but he lacks a proper sense of surroundings, to be honest, you would know because that’s kind of the same way you are. The Hufflepuff seeker, Jungkook, is ridiculously competitive for a Hufflepuff, but it’s been three years since you’ve been here to recognize that just because he is a Hufflepuff does not mean he can’t be extremely competitive.
So not only is he competitive, his strength is Ravenclaw’s weakness. You bet the game is Hufflepuff’s victory.
You are a people watcher. You enjoy understanding people’s motives in order to deduce their actions and the outcomes. Is it so you can manipulate the people around you? No. Is it to manipulate the surroundings so people will go the way you want? No. See, not all those in Slytherin have the manipulative motive.
You weren’t sure what your motives were in understanding people either, until you finally chose Arithmancy for one of your electives for this year, the other, Divination. You want to be a predictor of sorts, maybe even work in the Department of Mysteries as an Unspeakable. By age 13, you had your goal; almost all of Slytherin felt competitive to have a goal at a young age, you were no exception.
But as known, you lack proper sense of your surroundings. You’re too busy thinking about the Quidditch game that you miss the Gryffindor boy running down the column of space between the Gryffindor and Slytherin table.
It’s like hitting a wall dressed in wool and you rebounded off the boy. Before you fall on your butt though, the Gryffindor boy reaches out to your elbow to steady you.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” After you steady, you look up the boy. Kim Taehyung. Gryffindor beater, same year, Ravenclaw mother, muggle father.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re in my divination class. The one who wrote an eight page essay instead of two about Chinese fortune sticks.” Taehyung gives a boxy grin. With his words and his grin, one would think he’s mocking at your overachieving self. When you turned in the paper, Professor Trelawney had the audacity to tell you that you can take away the extra pages. You had a, unique discussion, about how your analysis couldn’t be compressed into two pages and she needs to take it as is. You handed in all eight pages and got full marks. Exceeds expectations indeed.
But rather than a mocking stance, his tone and his eyes shows something different. Recognition and validation. But you don’t trust that. Not yet.
“Yeah.” You cross your arms and stare up at him, daring him to begin his mockery.
“Don’t tell anyone this, but I’m actually interested in that paper. Would you mind borrowing it to me so I can read it?” You are taken aback. He doesn’t usually show much enthusiasm in class and he only turned in a page and a half for that essay.
“I guess. I can give it to you in class.”
“Great! By the way, who do you think will win today?” What a quick switch of conversation!
“I believe Hufflepuff.”
“Me too. But I think my reasons are not as analytical as yours. I’m just rooting for my friends. But I’ll take your word for it. If they win, I will share with you my winnings.” Ah, so he plans to make a bet for the match.
“You’re using me to make a bet?” You ask with contempt.
“What? No, no! I’m not betting. Well, okay, kind of. Not with money though. With chocolate frog cards. I’m betting with a couple other Gryffindors about the game today. I already made the bet, I’m just seeking for a second opinion to validate it, and you are the best for that!”
“How do you know that my conclusions are accurate?” Not saying that they aren’t, but is he watching you or something?
“Because I seek out the strengths of people I want to befriend.”
Before you could ask him more about his apparent desire to befriend you, he bounds away to his friends who are calling him from the entrance of the Great Hall. He tells you to stay warm as he darts off, this time, he dodges all the people in his way.
But he doesn’t even know your name! He recognizes you as the girl with the eight page paper!
You shake your head and walk over to your spot for breakfast. You put these thoughts off for now. He’s far too enigmatic for you right now. And that bothers you
As predicted by the both of you, for different reasons, Hufflepuff won. You sit down in your seat in the Divination classroom. Before you even take a second breath, Taehyung drops to the table next to yours. He drops 6 chocolate frog cards in front of you.
“These are my winnings. You can choose half and I’ll keep the rest.”
“I have no interest in chocolate frog cards, I don’t collect them. You can keep it all.” You take your essay out of your bag, “But here’s the essay.”
“Thanks. But, do you want anything in return anyway? You’re like a partner for predictions; I’d hate to take away that credit from you.” The credit sure feels good.
“Just return the essay to me when you’re done with it. Thanks.” And with that, Divinations begin and there‘s a test today.
Twenty minutes in the test, your table starts shaking. Your table partner, some Ravenclaw, is bouncing his knee and you grit your teeth in annoyance and look up to hiss at him to quit it. But when you look up, you notice exactly how much he’s shaking as if he’s in a moment of confliction. You study his eye movements and see him darting about to other student’s papers. How dare he think of cheating! He hasn’t noticed your attendance to his thoughts as he darts his eyes back to your paper, three times.
Before you can do or say anything, you see his eyes widen at his paper and you look down too.
If you continue look at other people’s papers and cheat, I will make you grown antlers and so much hair, you trip every step.
You widen your eyes as well, what is that? Who is that?
You look at Trelawney who is busy fiddling with her hands and looking into her pot of tea. All other students are busy scrawling away on their papers except for three people: you, the Ravenclaw, and Taehyung.
You look at Taehyung, who’s in the table over, and he gives you a wink. The Ravenclaw begins to write on his test; it seems that he’s made his choice.
“He would have never followed through, but it was only to ensure it.” Taehyung said to you on the way down the North Tower.
“And how did you catch him cheating?” You asked.
“Your table was bouncing and it was annoying.” You quirk a smile.
“What’s so funny?”
“It’s how I started to notice him cheating too.” You admit. He gives you another boxy grin.
“Why do you want to be my friend?” You ask, nearing the last steps.
“It’s a secret method, but it’s my instinct that you will be a good friend.” It doesn’t satisfy you, but you understand instinct.
“So, friends?” He turns to you and sticks his hand out.
You take it.
“Friends.”
Aww the first gif i find is the one I was thinking of. Good call!
A/N: By the powers vested in Slytherin anon, the format of my choosing is a short scenario series. Not one, because friendship to love takes progress that can’t be confined in one scenario, and fanfiction is too chronologically-one-after-another. This is more of The Adventures of...type series with progressive plot that eventually leads to love in the last one. Besides, as Slytherin anon says, there’s not enough Slytherin readers, so we must even out the odds by making more scenarios!
There will be no more than 4 original scenarios to this series, but if anyone enjoys this plot, you are all welcome to send in imagines and/or headcanons that keep this story alive, adding more and more adventures and love progress to this. I may or may not make references to the hogwarts au I’ve already created previously. You can read all of them all here!
To Slytherin anon: I hope you find this to your liking. Once again, thank you for your trust in my plot and story, it means a lot. I hope to do Slytherin justice.
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Instinct p.2 | Taehyung
The request
Summary line: It’s Taehyung’s instinct that you will be a very important person in his life.
Last chapter
The best way you would describe your friendship with Taehyung is “endless shenanigans meets infinite sobriety”. One of the things you learn about Taehyung is that he’s never done searching for a new adventure. What you mean by that is, something like this:
“Y/N! Okay, so you know how I was thinking about how portraits have their own worlds and they can actually travel through portraits? I’m thinking about trying that this summer to grab you and we go to one of those muggle food stops.”
“Tae, remember, that’s only for portrait subjects who can do that. Wizards and witches get painted with the painter’s idea of them to create the character, and then that character has life within the portrait. We cannot turn ourselves into portrait subjects, and if anyone creates us, it’s still not us and we cannot leave the portrait to visit muggle food stops.”
“Okay. So, anyway. I heard a rumor that mermaids actually have a collection of treasures, and the Salazar actually communicated with them about allowing some of his own treasures to be stored there for safe keeping. Slytherin common room can see under the Black Lake, right? Well what if you…”
And that’s what he does.
Sometimes you feel like it’s a blessing and a curse to be his friend. For someone who is not nearly as wide-eyed adventurous as him, it sometimes feels like he just pulls you along like a kite. At the same time, if it isn’t for him, you, as the kite, would never fly so high. His adventures and his ideas keeps you on your toes as well as challenges you to figure out the pattern of his creativity as well as putting your practicality into his goals. You believe it’s one of the reasons he keeps you around, but you keep him around as well, so it’s fair.
Not only does your friendship add color to your life and yield to his, but you see why he is sorted into Gryffindor. There’s a sense of pride you have for having a friend that is so lion-hearted, to find a friend who is so authentically Gryffindor. But sometimes, you wonder if he would do well in Slytherin.
“Well, here we are again, Captain Min.” Taehyung stops in front of you and Yoongi who are walking out of the Great Hall to the Quidditch field. Of all the friends Taehyung has, Yoongi is a Slytherin. You two sometimes stick around each other in silence in the common room due to your mutual friend. You two have unspokenly agreed to be each other’s companion when you two are stuck without friends.
“I’ll see you out there, Taehyung. You better be on your toes, my beater is ready for revenge since you last stopped his girlfriend from scoring a goal.” Yoongi smirked.
“He’s just jealous that your team is no match for my defense/offense skills. It’s my job. And even if his girlfriend was able to dodge my bludger, Seokjin would have caught it. Just face it, Gryffindor is just better.” Taehyung taunted playfully. Yoongi just shook his head.
At this time, the aforementioned couple is walking past you two. The beater bumped shoulders with Taehyung, but before Taehyung can get in a word, Yoongi yanks the boy back and glares him down.
“Apologize to my friend, Bullens.” He says with gritted teeth.
Bullens tries to wretch out of Yoongi’s grasp, but no avail. Behind Yoongi, you also gave him a raised eyebrow, daring him to try anything.
“Sorry.” Bullens looks at Taehyung and Yoongi pushes him away back to his original direction, “Get to the Quidditch field.”
Yoongi turns back to Taehyung and pats him on the shoulder, “I’ll see you out there…be careful.” Taehyung just nods with a smile and Yoongi stalks off, glaring holes into Bullens’ back.
Taehyung looks back to you, “I think you should wear this today during the game.” He puts his scarf around your neck and wraps it around until it covers the bottom half of your face. You pull down the scarf from your face.
“You’re delusional. It’s Slytherin vs. Gryffindor. Why wouldn’t I root for my own house?” You took off the scarf and threw it back at him. He catches it but tries to put it on you again, this time you’re laughing as you raise up your hands to dodge his scarf.
“Aww, come on! It’s a way to cheer up my spirit to know my friend is cheering on for me. If I was a spectator and you were on the team, I would wear something of yours.”
“You do have more friends than just me, you know. If it isn’t for Slytherin against you today, I will definitely wear your scarf when you go against Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff.”
“Yeah but you’re my only girl friend right now. That’s so much more special than my guy friends cheering me on.” You raise your eyebrow at that and you wait until Taehyung catches your lull and his own words.
“M-my friend that’s a girl.” He corrected himself. You two revert back to the silly scarf fight.
You finally take his scarf but you don’t put it on. Instead, you brush your hair behind your ears and show him your amber colored earrings.
“And these don’t match my emerald ensemble either. I got you, okay?”
He pouts, “It’s still not my scarf.” You roll your eyes as you two walk towards the Quidditch field. It’s obvious to him that it’s the best compromise you can come up with.
It’s 80/70, Slytherin to Gryffindor. You cheer so hard for Slytherin, but whenever Taehyung looks at you, you send him a few claps and brush your hair back, making him smile.
A Slytherin chaser zooms past your gaze, making the both of you focus back on the game. The Slytherin chaser ducks under a Gryffindor chaser and moves to the right, past the other Gryffindor beater, and passes the quaffle to another Slytherin chaser.
The chaser zooms forward towards Taehyung and knocks into him as he passes, making Taehyung fall sideways off his broom.
You gasp and shout out his name as he hangs from his broom. At this time, Bullens beats a bludger towards Taehyung, before Taehyung can see the bludger, it hits him in the ankle. His face contorts in pain as he drops his bat but a Gryffindor chaser grabs it from underneath before it falls to the ground. She flies back up to hand him the bat and use her broom to lift his lower body up so he can sit upright on his broom again. He thanks her and she nods before she zooms off.
That chaser that knocked him off threw the quaffle at the Gryffindor goal post but Seokjin is able to catch it in time. His handsome face is contorted as he throws the quaffle as hard as he can as it bounces off the chaser’s head and into a Gryffindor chaser’s arms.
For the rest of the game, you can’t focus on the game anymore. Your eyes focus on Taehyung, Bullens, and that Slytherin chaser.
Yoongi caught the snitch. Despite the Slytherin’s victory, the first thing Yoongi did when his team land on the field is grab and throw the Slytherin chaser onto the ground. The rest of the team had to pull him back from beating him up.
“Not only is he my friend, but I will not tolerate anyone who tarnishes the Slytherin house by acting so despicable. Laps around outside the Quidditch field. 20. Don’t even think about walking 3 feet away from this field until you’re done, unless you want to be off the team. I want you to know what it feels like to have your feet give out.” Yoongi seethes with anger as he points to the exit. Bullens clutches onto his bleeding nose and the chaser at his bruised cheek as they run off.
Yoongi sees you coming in and he walks away from the team to go over to you as you two run off to the Gryffindor gate at the field to see how Taehyung is doing.
Once you get there, his other friends are already there. To both your surprise, he’s laughing as he pats Jimin’s hand that’s on his knee.
“It’s not that bad.”
“Not bad? You’re on an infirmary stretcher!” Namjoon protests.
“Seokjin’s just over-careful to call Madam Pomfrey. I can probably walk there.”
“Is that right?” Seokjin crosses him arm. Taehyung gives him a boxy grin and makes grabby hands towards Seokjin, “I’m just letting you guys know that you don’t need to worry about me. I’m grateful that I don’t have to walk.”
“Uh-huh.” Seokjin cocks an eyebrow.
The boys all help carry his stretcher out of the Quidditch field as you trail after them.
“I feel like you’re all pallbearers for me right now.” Taehyung laughs.
“Oh, shut up. Patients should save their breath.” You flick his forehead.
At this time, Bullens and the chaser had just come around their second lap. Fire burns up from your toes to your head when you see them and you grab Taehyung’s bat that’s lying on his stomach.
As they run towards you guys, you walk closer to meet them a fraction of the way and start beating the both of them with the bat.
“What. The. Hell. Is. Wrong. With. You. Two?!!! You two should know better. How dare you call yourself a Slytherin? You’re not worthy if you resort to such underhanded ways to win. That’s not way of a Slytherin!” You continue to yell out profanities until you feel hands grabbing you by the arms.
“Y/N! Y/N! Stop, they still need to finish their laps.” Jimin pulls you away from the two boys. The boys had put down Taehyung’s stretcher to hold you off, well except Yoongi, who still has his arms crossed, glaring at the boys.
“Screw the laps. They need a beating.”
“I think the laps are good enough. Especially after your beating.” Yoongi smirks and nods over to them so you look over to look more closely at your work. Bullens used to only have a bloody nose and the chaser only had a bruised cheek. Now the chaser’s head is swollen and he’s rubbing his arm. Bullens has two black eyes and he’s clutching to both his stomach and his nose.
“You still have 18 more laps. I suggest you get going before you miss supper.” Yoongi commands.
“Yoongi, come on! We need to go to the infirmary now too! We can’t do your laps.”
“I don’t care, she didn’t beat your legs. I gave you an order. Whatever Y/N did to you was outside of anyone’s prediction. As far as I can tell, you still have my order to follow. Go. You can go to the infirmary afterwards.” Yoongi points as they both grumble and get up. The rest of you go on your way.
“I’m still confounded by their actions. How dare they act so appallingly?” You can’t stop your anger even when Taehyung finally settled in an actual infirmary bed. Seokjin and Hoseok took you outside of the infirmary to calm down as Madam Pomfrey took a look at Taehyung.
“Y/N, do you know that Moreau likes you?” Seokjin asks you about the chaser.
“Moreau? No. He’s never spoken to me in his life. And why does that matter? What makes him think that hurting my friend would ever help his case? I will never befriend, much less date, someone who doesn’t think through like that and acts so stupidly.” You threw your hands up.
“Kind of like Taehyung?” Hoseok asks you.
“No, Taehyung is an honorable guy, still. Moreau acts out of reasons beyond me and acts in such a way that puts a bad name to Slytherin. Taehyung is a reckless adventurer, but he’s still brave, noble, chivalrous, and daring. He might not think things through all the time, but he doesn’t act on his recklessness until he collects the right information to go about, and that’s why I’m there for him. At least he can be a true Gryffindor; that merits him credit.” You blew your hair out of your face and shake your head as you look down over the stairwell balcony.
Seokjin and Hoseok look at each other with a grin on both their faces. You know what they were thinking, what they were insinuating. But all of that is beyond your concerns. Taehyung is your friend, and Moreau’s jealousy for whatever he sees in you and Taehyung is beyond you. You don’t have to explain yourself. You tap on their arm and have them move out the way.
“Come on, let’s see what Madam Pomfrey has to say about Taehyung.”
“Not bad, not bad at all. Just overnight, and you’ll be well enough to make it to first period tomorrow.” Madam Pomfrey pats Taehyung on the shoulder and moves out of the way for the rest of you to crowd around his bed. He grumbles about hoping to skip out tomorrow.
“Don’t complain. It’s a good thing it’s not that bad.” You smack him on the arm. He salutes you, “Yes, m’am.”
“You better listen to Y/N, Taehyung, or else she’ll beat you with the beater bat.” Jungkook laughs. You glare up at him.
“Yeah, Y/N, who knew you had it in you. They’re probably in worse state than Taehyung now.” Namjoon joins in Jungkook’s chuckles.
“Hey, Y/N, can you hit my ankle too? Just enough for me to stay in for a week.” Taehyung hands you his bat and wiggles his eyebrows at you.
You grab the bat and lightly tap his head.
“What the hell, Tae? No chance. And anyways, if you have to stay here for a week, what happens to your plans for swimming with the giant squid this weekend? You don’t want to be bedridden for a week.” You frown at him and he returns one to you, “You’re right. I want to feed him. What do giant squids eat again?”
“Worms and small shellfish.”
“Well, I mean, he’s giant. Any shellfish to him is small.” Taehyung shrugs.
“Shrimp, Taehyung. He’ll eat shrimp, clams, and other mollusks.” He nods at you.
“Well, we’ll leave you two now. Supper is soon. We’ll visit you afterwards.” The boys wave bye to Taehyung and looks at you to see if you’ll join them. You shake your head and they wave bye to you too.
“Moreau and Bullens have such nerve.” You huff as you sat down next to Taehyung.
“You’re not over it, yet? Come on, Y/N. It’s over. They’re battered, bruised, and probably exhausted and passed out outside the field by now.” He pats your hand that’s next to his.
“Seokjin tells me that Moreau likes me. He’s an idiot if he thinks hurting you will make me notice him in any good light.” Taehyung looks at you and smiles, “I know he likes you.”
“So stupid.” Taehyung just smiles at you.
“I’m actually surprised that you didn’t hit a couple bludgers back at them.”
“Why? I don’t need to. Seokjin hit Moreau’s head, Yoongi made them do laps, and you hit them enough for me. A smart man doesn’t need to even lift a finger when he’s got friends like you guys.”
“How clever of you.” You squint at him, marking that bit of Slytherin in him.
“I’m just a smart man.” Taehyung grins.
“Smart boy.” You stand up and pat his head. He stops your hand from rubbing his head.
“I’m a man.”
“You’re 16. If you were a man, you wouldn’t have to defend yourself.” You flick his forehead with your other hand.
He tugs your scarf to pull you closer to him, “You’ll see. One day, you’ll say your friend is a smart man.”
You tug your scarf away from his grasp and lightly smack him with it, “It’s supper time. Enjoy your hospital gruel.” Taehyung moans at the thought of his hospital food as you laugh. You walk out of the infirmary with steady steps, but you’re still flustered at how close he pulled you. Not because there’s anything between you guys…it’s just, you’re just usually not that close, you know?
Edit: Tae is not 14, he's 16. Sorry
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Instinct p.3 | Taehyung
The request
Summary line: It’s Taehyung’s instinct that you will be a very important person in his life.
Last chapter
Over time, you catch yourself being more relaxed with Taehyung more than anything. Your guard is down because you trust him enough now. What do you trust him with? That part of you that is actually a lot like him.
You can’t tell whether it’s always been there and he’s just bringing it out of you, or it’s because he influences you enough that you start to seem more like him.
What’s similar? There’s a spark of creativity and spontaneity.
“Hurry up, Y/N, This is Yoongi’s patrolling corridor. He’s a fast walker.” Taehyung hisses at you behind him. You huff as you reach to his back, leaning forward with him to check the coast is clear. Your cheek is just brushing his cloak. He swiftly moves back, which makes you press your cheek against his shoulder as he pushes you behind him. You grumble as you rub your cheek, “Watch it.”
“Sorry.”
You both check again for the coast is clear and speed walk down the hall. You two are almost at the end of the hall and you hear sounds again. This time, it’s footsteps.
You take Taehyung’s hands and have him hold on you as you point your wand up and do a silent spell, lifting the both of you up and land on a flat surface above the arch. It’s not necessarily meant to hold up two student’s weight, so you keep yourself slightly afloat, with the surface just to be your safeguard.
Yoongi is below you guys, passing by the corridor as swiftly as you both have anticipated. As he passes, the both of you don’t hesitate to lean forward and basically let your bodies swing upside down like bats to peer down through the arch to see it’s empty.
The both of you guys look at each other and grin, giggling at both of your hair stick out.
You two finally reach the Black Lake. Taehyung pulls out his thermos and rolls up his pants to walk into the Black, Lake. When he’s far enough, he dips the thermos down to get some water, as well as search blindly underwater for the squishy soil.
“Hurry up.” You put your hand down and swipe water at him. He looks at you with an incredulous look and you couldn’t help but giggle.
He takes his hand and swoops even more water at you but you easily form a quick shield to deflect the droplets.
“You’re awfully giddy tonight, aren’t you?” Taehyung asks as he closes the thermos and makes his way back to land. You have a brush of pine in your hand that you picked up and you brush his face the moment he reaches to you.
“Yeah, I don’t know. Maybe it’s the sneaking out. It’s exciting.”
“Right?! I’ve only ever gotten caught like twice, once by Yoongi, the other time by Namjoon. I make sure that I won’t get caught by Hoseok. Hoseok swears he will have me wear my underwear on my head as I make it back to the dorm. He’s done that to other students out of bed before.”
“I’ll make sure I stay out of his way too.” You shiver at the thought.
“Oh, he probably wouldn’t do that to you, but, yeah, still stay out of his way.”
You two make your way to the Whomping Willow and he immobilizes the tree so you can both enter in the secret passage to the Shrieking Shack.
When you two arrive, he sits down in the middle of the bedroom floor and you go grab the items you two have stored here previously for safe keeping.
This is kind of your experiment lab. Things that Taehyung wants to do, and you figure that there is merit to his theory and you’re willing to try and test it out with him.
This experiment is to see if you can create a map of the Black Lake without even fully exploring it on first perspective.
You’ve collected slivers and little chunks of flesh from all the types of creatures that lived in the Black Lake. Of course, these parts have come from previously collected inventories. The both of you agreed that this is supposed to be an exploratory experiment, and neither of you would harm another living creature to obtain your goals for this.
You two have also collected other materials that you wanted to test out your speculation of what else could be down there. Taehyung couldn’t let go of the possibilities of the mermaid’s treasure, so he includes gold in the inventory. You also want to track if there were any unknown creatures in the depths of the lake, so it took you a while to figure out a spell to do so.
Within a rectangular boundary on the floor, Taehyung dumps the wet soil from the shallows of the Black Lake in the center, and pours the lake water out of the thermos and keeps it afloat above the imminent map. You take out your inventory of creature parts, gold, and other items that you two were curious if they were in the Black Lake. You set them aside next to the map boundaries.
By the wave of your wand and a mumbled spell, the soil disperses itself from the mound and spreads itself all over the floor, settling in places, some spots with more soil than others to demonstrate the depth or shallowness of the lake. Some items on the side start to roll its way into the boundaries of the map and settle in certain areas. Stationary items were such as gold, herbs and other potion-making ingredients that can be found in water stay in one area, while creature parts such as mermaid scales, the giant squid ink, and grindylows tentacles would be moving in all sorts of places, demonstrating live-tracking of the creatures. Lastly, the water slowly drops down to the map and fills up the rest of the map.
“Yes!” Taehyung jumps up and cheers around the room, “I told you Salazar has treasure in there.”
“This is just gold. We now know there’s gold in the Black Lake. We don’t know if it’s Salazar’s treasure though.” You remind him. He quickly sits off to the side of the room and leans back on the wall, still with a giddy smile, shaped rectangular like the map.
“You’re right.” He grins anyway. He’s just happy there is something down there to explore.
You get up and walk over to slide down next to him. You rest your head on his shoulder and he rests his head on yours. You two just stare at your animated map on the floor.
Taehyung whips out his wand and charms the map to retain its shape forever and brings it over to him so he can actually hold it in his hands like a map.
“This is really cool.” He looks at the floating pieces of grindylow and mermaids quite close together while the giant squid is floating elsewhere on the map. The treasure is at a far corner of the map, but there are many mermaid scales still floating nearby.
“So when can we go explore the real thing?”
You sigh. You look over to the inactive creature parts that are still resting on the floor, indicating that there are no such creatures in the Black Lake. From what you can tell, creature-wise, the biggest threats are the guards of the treasure. The Black Lake doesn’t indicate any sentient vegetation that defends the lake either.
“When do you want to go? After this month.”
“Why? Are you…uh, in your monthly thing?” You gasp and move your head away to hit him on the shoulder, “No. And that’s none of your business. I just don’t want to go right now.” You rest your head on his shoulder again. He shrugs with his other shoulder. He knows that you are not nearly as active as he is. He takes you out in small doses at a time. And he won’t take anyone else because he always says this is something only for you two.
He feels your head starting to feel heavy, indicating your relaxed or exhausted. He puts his hand in his pocket to take out a little can of strawberries.
“Want one?” He takes a strawberry and brings it to your lips, and you open your mouth for him to feed you.
“No more. I want to go back and sleep.” He hums in agreement and snacks on the remaining strawberries before putting the can back. He nudges you to move your head off his shoulder and gets up to help you up.
“Carry me!” You make grabby hands up at him with your eyes still closed. He stares at you a bit before sighing.
He takes the map and temporarily condenses the 3D map into paper form. He rolls it up to put in his pocket. He turns around for you to jump on his back and he piggy backs you out of the Shrieking Shack.
“Why do you always smell like Kneazle’s fur?” He asks all of the sudden.
“I own one at home. I didn’t bring him because I chose my owl.”
“What?! How come you never told me? Can I come over during the summer and see him?”
“I guess.”
He groans from your weight, “If you weren’t so cute when you’re tired, I wouldn’t carry you.”
“Shut up,” You tiredly smack him on the shoulder, “If you don’t carry me, I’ll never let you near my Kneazle.”
“In that case, I’ll never let you down.”
You flick him on his head and he lets out a sound of protest, but that’s about it. Despite all the harmless banter, you couldn’t help feel that blush rise up to your cheeks. You nuzzle your cheek closer on his back as you hold tighter to him. He takes that as you making sure you didn’t fall, but there was a truth you can no longer deny.
You never acted like this with anyone: silly, playful, or cuddly in any sense of the word. You knew that Taehyung is the only one who could make you feel this way. To make you feel love.
But at the same time, you know it’s as you say “harmless banter”. He doesn’t like you like this. You can only hope that he won’t feel your silent tear moisten his robes.
“Let’s see…one frozen Ashwinder egg, turns creamy yellow. Three chopped rose thorns or more until potion turns dark purple. Four teaspoons of moonstone powder, stir until shimmery green. Seven ounces of pearl dust. Five pinches of peppermint and let it simmer until shimmery light blue. Add crushed two daisies and eight lovage together. And finally, titrate honeywater until steam is spiraling and the potion is has mother-of-pearl sheen.” Taehyung mumbles to himself as the potions class is creating the Amortentia potion individually.
This potions class is Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, so you’re not in the same class. Which sucks, because he wouldn’t have to read the potions book. All he has to do is watch you.
Nevertheless, Taehyung dutifully works on his potion in silence. Being the less-than-over-achiever, higher-than-underachiever, that he is, he’s one of the students who finishes a little before half of the students. Now that the Amortentia is finished, he looks around the room and looks at the other students who’ve finished.
All those who are finished, including his friends, Seokjin, Namjoon, and Hoseok, they are all peacefully resting their head in their hands as they loom over their Amortentia potion, smelling it like it’s a drug.
Taehyung shrugs and pulls up his own stool to loom over his own. Since he’s got time to day dream, why not do it with a nice scent.
When he finally pays attention to a whiff of his potion, he finally notices the smell all throughout the room. He smells strawberries, Kneazles fur, and fresh pine.
He snaps his head up. Luckily for him, no one else in the room is paying attention to his straightened posture.
He gets it.
At first, he thought it was simply because you two ate strawberries and you brushed his face with the pine branch last night. You smelled like Kneazles fur, but it was not quite all that you were. He thought last night’s smell was just a coincidence of events as he rested his head on yours and piggy-backed you back to the Slytherin common room.
This is exactly the same mix of scents that he smelled on your hair last night and the first moment he’s bumped into you.
A/N: Gasp! If you’ve read the previous Hogwarts AU, specifically year six, you will understand why it’s called Instinct. :)
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Instinct p.4 (Finale) | Taehyung
The request
Summary line: It’s Taehyung’s instinct that you will be a very important person in his life.
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“Tae!” You put your hands on your friend’s shoulders, making him jump in his seat, “I need your greatest strength: that storm in your brain.” You slid into the seat across from Taehyung and he greets you with a little smile, but not the rectangular one you love so much. Speaking of which, you haven’t seen it in a while now.
You can’t pinpoint the exact moment, but sometime at the end of your sixth year, Taehyung developed this habit, or so you call it.
Every time you get near him, he straightens his back like a ghost has just passed through him and he experienced some sort of shiver. You also noticed that he holds his breath for a few seconds before slowly letting it out. You weren’t sure why, you definitely don’t think you smell bad. But just in case, you bought a bucket load of new soap, perfume, lotion, deodorants, etc. Still nothing; he still straightens his back and holds his breath.
You figure, maybe it isn’t you, but you aren’t going to bring it up. Taehyung is the kind of guy who says anything that comes to his mind. So if he doesn’t tell you what was bothering him, it’s a very big deal to him. You try to respect that, as much as it might pain you that he doesn’t come to you with what’s bothering him. At least you know it isn’t traumatizing; that, you’re sure he’d tell you. You’re only hoping that time will do its work.
Right now it’s your final year, and you have potions with Taehyung this time. For your final project in this class, before the N.E.W.T.s, is to create your very own potion. To pass this project, you must create an original potion. Create a sample, demonstrate the creation, write the formula, and a paper to argue the purpose to your potion. If your potion needs an antidote, you must also create the sample and provide the formula. You and Taehyung were one of those best friends who eyeballed each other the moment you heard there is going to be partners for this project. At least from a distance, he can still be himself.
“Okay. How about…a potion that makes you lose one of your five senses?” He presents you with the idea.
“What’s the point of such potion?”
“Um…for experimental purposes? Say you wanted to experience the feeling of losing a sense? What if you wanted to stop feeling pain temporarily? You can take the potion and lose your sense of touch. You are in a loud place, you can temporarily lose your sense of hearing. You’re at your in-laws and your mother-in-law cooked some horrible chicken, you can – “
“Haha, okay, I get it. But I don’t know. I feel like we can do better than this.” You are a little unsure.
“Y/N…I…” Taehyung starts but he looks away. Could this be his smelling problem? He wants to stop smelling things?
“Look, Taehyung. I know there’s something going on, something that you’re not telling me.” You decided that even if he’s not going to tell you, you don’t want to keep acting like everything is okay, or that you don’t pick up your best friend’s feelings. He looks up at you with wide eyes.
“I’m not going to ask you what it is, and I don’t want you to feel pressured to tell me. But I do want you to know that I’m a little disappointed that you’re not telling me. I’m disappointed that you don’t think that I can help you. You’re my best friend, I’m always going to be here for you. That’s what it means to be a best friend. Whatever it is, you don’t have to go through it alone. I don’t know if the boys know about whatever you’re going through, if they do, I’m glad that at least someone knows and can try to help you.” You sigh and look down at your paper. Tears aren’t welling up, but your heart clenches like you’re crying on the inside.
“Y/N, it’s…I don’t know where to start.” You looked up to see him staring at his hands.
“It’s not you. Well, I mean, it kind of is. But it’s not your fault. You don’t even know it.” He’s talking in riddles. You feel like he wants to tell you, but the fact that he’s not… He has talked in worse riddles and normally it’s laced with excitement, and you can always understand. But not this. This is just sad. You always felt like you are one of the people who know him best, now…
“So it’s my problem, but I don’t know that it’s my problem? Did I offend you?” You probe.
“No.”
“I swear I never went behind your back on anything.”
“I know.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever broken a promise. I never told anyone your secrets.”
“I know, Y/N. You’re great. You’re a great friend. A great best friend.” He sighs. Your heart feels heavy at his last few words.
“It’s because you’re my best friend, I can’t smell you anymore.” What?
“What?!” You raise your voice because this isn’t what you expect.
“So…I smell? And…as my best friend, you want to keep being my friend. And if you can’t smell me, it’ll be easier on you to stay as my friend?” You probe and your eyebrows start scrunch together. Taehyung looks at you and your forming glare.
“Um…kind of. But not that you smell bad! You smell really good! You smell too good!”
“So you don’t want to smell how good I smell because I’m your best friend?”
“Yes!”
“You’re not making any sense! How does how good I smell influence us being best friends?” You raise your voice. You’re angry at his logic, but you can’t deny that you feel better to know that he thinks you smell good.
“Wait! No. Okay…I’ll tell you. It’s, I have this thing, okay? I smell people. Everyone has this inherent smell to them that only I can smell. When people smell good, I know it’s okay to be friends with them. When people smell bad, I know that I need to stay away from them.”
“So it’s okay to be friends with me.” Your teeth clenches when you say that, “So what’s the problem? You don’t want to be friends with me anymore? Even though I smell good and you say I’m a great best friend.”
“No, no. I want to stay friends with you. But I…I smelled your scent in my Amortentia potion I had to make last year.” The both of you were silent, just looking at each other.
“What does that mean?” You ask quietly. Your heart starts to thump.
“Well…I think that it means your scent…is very special. To me.” You bite your lip to keep from smiling. But it easily drops.
“Wait. You don’t want to smell me anymore though. Even if it’s, special, to you. You don’t like me like that.” Your tears finally start welling up and your heart is clenching harder than before as you state your last assessment of his problem.
“It’s not that I don’t like you. In fact, I like you a lot.” You stop breathing as he keeps going, “I’ve liked you since I first smelled you. But I always thought it’s just a crush; that you’re just the best smelling person I’ve ever smelled. But it’s when I created the love potion that it kind of connects to me, why you smell better to me than anyone else.”
“But I know you don’t feel the same way. I never wanted to put that pressure between us that I like you but you don’t like me back, so I figure if I would stop smelling you, it will stop reminding me that I…like you…” You have never seen Taehyung look so nervous, quiet, or embarrassed. To be honest, you never imagined he’d be so cute about this.
You get up and walk over to his side of the table. He gets up when you do and watch you stalk over to his side.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know you –“ Without another word, you crash your lips against his.
In an instant, something clicks in him and he pulls you so tight against him, you feel like you’re permanently stuck on him. He kisses you back as fervently as you are. Even when you try to pull away for a breath, he chases your lips as if you are an oasis in a desert.
“Wait, you like me too?” He finally pulls away and you two are gasping for air. He’s still holding you tight as if you are the only thing that grounds him from floating into space.
“Taehyung, you’re an idiot. On so many levels, I don’t know where to begin. The fact you don’t tell me your superpower, the fact that you like me, what I smell like to you, you think that I wouldn’t like you. I mean, the list goes on!” You giggle.
“Wait, how long have you liked me?” Taehyung asks. You stop your giggling.
“Probably around the past two years.”
“So why didn’t you say anything?” You blush and look down. Taehyung lifts your chin and clicks his tongue disapprovingly, “You’re an idiot too.”
A/N: it’s over! I hoped you all liked it.
To Slytherin anon (i know who you are, but just in case you want to stay anonymous on my blog as a requester): I hope this lived up to your expectations! Thanks for all your sweet messages about my progress in this story
Monster in the Dark
Monster in the Dark
This short story is inspired by a day I walked from the movie theatre to the car at midnight and had that feeling on the back of my neck. I was across that parking lot and in the car faster than I thought possible, and while I was mildly embarrassed by the guy in the parking lot being close enough to hear the door locks, there was a part of my brain thinking something like the below would occur.…
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Part 6: 🦾🐚As they swim through a narrow tunnel, a massive boulder shifts above them. Ren's quick thinking saves them, but the boulder blocks their path. Using his tail, Ren attempts to move the boulder, but it barely budges. Exhausted and frustrated, he wants to give up. 💔 #ObstaclesAbound
Part 7: Luminescent Coral Polyps 🌿💡 Just when all seems lost, Ren notices a peculiar coral formation pulsating with a soft, mesmerizing light. As he approaches, the coral polyps suddenly extend, creating a glowing pathway through the dark tunnel. The polyps sway gently in the current, as if beckoning Ren to follow their lead. Ren's mother, recognizing the coral's unusual behavior as a sign of hope, encourages him to trust in the guidance of the ocean. With renewed determination, Ren pushes forward, and the boulder slowly moves, revealing a hidden path. 💪 #GlimmerOfHope
Part 8: 🌋💥As they continue their journey, the group encounters a sudden underwater volcanic eruption. Scalding steam and ash fill the water, obscuring their vision. Ren, relying on his instincts, guides his family through the murky depths, narrowly escaping the burning debris. 😰 #NaturalDisaster
Renard the sea fox
Part 1: 🦊🎨
In a vibrant underwater world, Renard (or Ren for short), the sea fox, is born into a family of legendary artists. Despite having no limbs, he dreams of creating masterpieces. But his attempts to paint with his tail and teeth are met with laughter and mockery. Feeling defeated, Ren abandons his dreams, just like everyone abandoned him. 💔
Part 9: 🗺️🌊
Ren realizes they are lost and need to find a new route. He spots an old, weathered map carved into a stone wall. Using his artistic skills, he deciphers the symbols and leads his family through a series of hidden tunnels, avoiding the dangerous lava flows. 🧭 #AncientSecrets
Part 10: 🦈💥
Suddenly, a colossal predator emerges from the depths - a monstrous, mutated shark, twisted by the volcanic activity. It attacks the group, its razor-sharp teeth narrowly missing Ren's tail. Ren's father, in a moment of bravery, distracts the beast, allowing the family to escape. 🥺
Renard the sea fox
Part 1: 🦊🎨
In a vibrant underwater world, Renard (or Ren for short), the sea fox, is born into a family of legendary artists. Despite having no limbs, he dreams of creating masterpieces. But his attempts to paint with his tail and teeth are met with laughter and mockery. Feeling defeated, Ren abandons his dreams, just like everyone abandoned him. 💔
Sketchbook comic, 18/1/2014.
Sketchbook doodle: "Reproductive instinct: a brief introduction." Using a dip pen and Pelikan drawing ink again after many months of only using Copic multiliner SP pens.
Sketchbook doodle: "Reproductive instinct: a brief introduction II"
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Song number 9 on "Organic Discontent." I've always liked the idea of murder ballads, but I'd never really found one that was as crushingly bleak as I might have liked. This song is an attempt to fill something of that hole for myself. I tried to imagine what it might feel like to have done something utterly horrid that cannot be undone. I wanted to try to capture something of what I imagine must be a moment of piercing realisation, when instinct, aggression and adrenaline instantly recede and a heavy tidal wave of acute, oppressive awareness comes rolling in, leaving your entire being flooded with sickening regret. We should always remember that killing another human being is actually incredibly easy and something, I believe, we are all capable of ... to be human and to live in any way that even comes close to what we might define as "good" requires eternal vigilance.
Nick:*just standing there*
Zeitjäger:*stands next to him*
Nick:*raises eyebrow but ignores him*
Zeitjäger:*scoots closer*
Nick:*only slightly annoyed*
Zeitjäger:*now all up in Nick's business*
Nick: may I help you sir
(This was funnier when I first thought about it )