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drabbles-mc · 5 months

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Speaking Volumes

Brian Godlock x F!Reader

Inspired by @storiesofsvu's Holiday Bingo prompt: spending xmas alone

Warnings: 18+, angst, hospitals, blood/injury

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: There was no way that I was going to be able to watch Silent Night and not want to write a story about it. So here we are! Getting out of my comfort zone with this and I had sooooo much fun with this. I feel like I already want to write more for Brian and this Reader but we shall see. Anyway! Enjoy. 😌

No one had stepped up to try and stop you when you had offered to work Christmas Eve. Usually it was a lot more of a fight to get enough people volunteering to staff the hospital for the holidays. Or, at least, that’s what you’d been told. It was your first round of holidays in La Porte—you’d only moved there a couple months before. But it seemed pretty similar to the other hospitals that you’d worked in, in that regard. Volunteers were always preferable, and if there weren’t enough then they would start drawing short straws.

Christmas hadn’t been your favorite holiday in a long time, and being in a new city with no real friends yet, far away from what little family you still considered yourself close with, certainly didn’t do anything to revitalize your holiday spirit. Work didn’t really stop you from being alone on Christmas in that way. Work didn’t bring your family closer, it didn’t magically give you friends and make you close with your coworkers. What it did do, however, was give you something to do. A task. It made you feel useful. That would have to suffice until this time next year.

You were up to your nose in discharge paperwork, patients who were eager to make it home just in time for Christmas Eve. Some of them were leaving even when they probably shouldn’t have been, but there was nothing that you could do to stop them. You’d see some of them again soon, maybe even before New Years came around. Some of them you tried to convince to stay, but deep down you knew that they weren’t going to listen. You were used to that, too.

While the entire night wasn’t filled with chaos, you found yourself waiting for it anyway. There were more empty beds than there had been at the start of the day, and you were waiting for the inevitable call that would fill them all again. That was the cycle of it. The fact that it was a holiday didn’t really matter, per se, but it always felt different around the holidays. It felt more different this year when your patients were going to be the only ones that you were spending Christmas Eve with.

Just as you were finishing up notes on one of your patients that hadn’t been discharged, you heard the call. You heard the rushed footsteps. Doing one last look-over to make sure your patient was alright, you snapped their chart closed before taking off in the same direction that everyone else was going.

“What do we got?” you asked as you kept pace with the doctor who had headed off first, leaning forward just a little bit, so you could hear her answer above all the other background noise that was crinkling in your ear.

“Another shoot-out.” She kept her answers with you short and clear, or at least always tried to, which you appreciated. You never had to ask her to do it, either, and she was never condescending about it. She wasn’t warm and friendly with you, or seemingly anyone, but she was kind in a very professional way.

You were shaking your head, not at the way that she answered you but about what her answer was. The world didn’t stop for the holidays. Unfortunately, just like the hospital, crime was a business that operated all 365 days of the year. Kept you busy enough but sometimes you wished that it didn’t. “Jesus,” you muttered, more to yourself than to the doctor.

Apparently you’d said it louder than you meant to, not always the best at dialing in your own volume. You wouldn’t have noticed it if the doctor hadn’t also responded to you. It got lost in the increased volume of the sirens as the two of you came to a stop outside the door where the ambulances were rolling up.

“What?” you asked, unsure if what she’d said was something that you needed to know.

She turned so that she was looking directly at you, so that you were able to read her lips as she spoke. “Said I don’t think Jesus had anything to do with this.”

You didn’t have any good rebuttal for that. She was probably right. The two of you stood in silence as the ambulances came to a stop, the paramedics inside them instantly piling out. You were so busy looking at the two men that were being wheeled out on their gurneys. Neither of them looked like they were in good shape, but you were so busy looking at them that you forgot to look at the medics as they spoke. Their words became part of the static of the scene, the aid you were wearing only able to filter through so much. You were internally cursing yourself for not paying attention, but regardless you knew that you were still on deck to help. You knew enough about how it all went go get you through until you could talk to the doctor. Stepping towards the gurney closest to you, you tagged in and pushed it into the ER.

From the second you came to a halt in the ER, you were dialed in. The cacophony of noise and static got hard to sift through sometimes, but every now and then you could tune it out. There was a certain element of routine to gunshot wounds and stab wounds which helped. Care varied slightly depending on where the injuries were, how bad they were, but there was a series of steps that had to be followed for all of them. You could do that part of it without issue, without any dragged-out discussion that you had to maneuver through.

One of the two men brought in was a cop. You’d caught someone saying that at one point during the entire process. You hadn’t managed to catch any tidbits about the other man, though. And even though no one had said which one of the patients was the police officer, you had a feeling it wasn’t the man that you were currently peeling the clothing off of. Sure, he might’ve had a bulletproof vest on, but something still didn’t say cop to you. It didn’t matter. Cop or criminal or anything in between he still needed bullets pulled out of him and stitches put in and probably a handful of other things you wouldn’t know about until later.

You were working in tandem with the doctors who were staffing the ER for the night. You didn’t know them quite as well since the ER wasn’t typically where you worked most of the time, but you at least knew of them. You had no idea if they also knew of you, too.

You hadn’t heard what the other doctors and nurses had been saying about the other patient, but what you did hear was the monotonous single note that came with someone flatlining. You looked up just long enough to make sure it wasn’t your guy. When you saw the weak but still present rhythm on the monitor, you looked back over your shoulder. You saw the team trying desperately to get the man’s heart to beat. Even though you didn’t know what exact injuries he’d come in with, there was a feeling in the pit of your stomach that was telling you there was nothing that they were going to be able to do to bring him back. The other doctor was too far away for you to be able to read his lips but you saw him looking at the clock on the wall and you knew exactly what he was saying regardless. You didn’t want to have to be doing the same for your patient so you dove right back in.

He was shipped off to surgery quickly once you did your initial check and they got an operating room ready. There was nothing that they needed from you for him at that point. You stayed out on the floor, checked back in on your other patients. When he came back out of surgery, if he made it back out of surgery, then he’d be your responsibility again.

You were watching the doors to the wing of operating rooms swing closed when you thought you heard someone behind you talking to you. Turning around, you saw another doctor standing there, jacket on with her bag on her shoulder. She looked at you expectantly and you knew you’d missed the question.

“Sorry, what?”

She nodded towards the doors that were now shut. “Was that Brian?”

You shook your head. “I, um, I don’t know. He didn’t…didn’t come in with any ID.” You paused, taking in the pensive look on her face. “Who’s Brian?”

“Godlock,” she said, like it sufficed as any kind of real answer. When she saw that you were still lost, her eyes widened. “Right. You weren’t here last—” She stopped herself short. “This time last year he came in. Multiple gunshot wounds. Just lost his son. It was…horrible.”

“Oh…” You were sure that you were supposed to have something to say and you just didn’t.

You weren’t sure if she was talking to you or herself when she said, “He’ll make it.” She nodded, still not looking at you. “He made it last time. He’ll make it this time.”

She didn’t say anything else to you, or to the powers that be. No goodbye, no Happy Holidays or anything of the sort. She just kept on walking, leaving you alone once again. You turned your attention back to the closed doors. Brian. You turned the name over in your head as you thought about what he looked like. He might’ve been a Brian. Sighing, you turned and made your way back to the main floor to keep busy while you waited. You’d find out if he was Brian or not soon enough.

It turned out that the doctor on her way out the door had been right. The man who you helped wheel into the ER was in fact Brian Godlock. A name that meant nothing to you but all it took was a quick Google search to see why she would have remembered him. You thought that you were spending Christmas alone, but you couldn’t even imagine what it was going to be like for him.

When you made it to his room in your rounds, he was asleep. Stable, thankfully, but asleep. You checked his vitals, looked over what exactly they’d done to him in the OR, the extent of the work that they had to put into him. It was a waiting game now.

Just as you were updating his charts you saw out of the corner of your eye some movement on the bed. A tiny shift, but it was something. Turning your head, you saw him slowly starting to shift around, his eyes starting to open. You set his chart down and walked over so that you were standing closer to his head. Part of you wanted to reach out and try to offer some type of reassurance, but you didn’t. You watched him slowly come to terms with where he was. His eyelids hung low for a moment as he looked around, but when he fully recognized where he was and why, you saw him starting to get frantic. A lot of people in his position usually did.

“Brian,” you did your best to be mindful of your tone, your volume, “Brian you’re alright. You’re in the hospital, but you’re okay.” You waited for him to look you in the eyes, and it was only then that you continued. “You’re okay.”

He hesitated, staring at you for a few seconds that felt more like minutes. But then you saw it, the slight drop of his shoulders, the almost imperceptible nod of his head. You didn’t know him well enough to know if it was out of compliance or defeat. He wasn’t relaxed, not by any means, but at least he no longer looked like he was about to get up and try to make a break for it. He sunk back against the pillow and you gave a nod of approval.

“Want me to call your wife?” you asked as you stepped back to grab his chart again. When he didn’t respond, you looked over at him, saw the confusion on his face. Nodding towards the gold band around his finger you said, “You didn’t have anyone as an emergency contact, so we didn’t call anyone. But if you give me your wife’s number I can call her.”

He shook his head. You didn’t feel the expression your face must’ve taken on, but whatever it was, it prompted him to motion at you, miming writing with a pencil. Opening the drawer of the cabinet by his bed, you pulled out a pad of paper and a pen and handed it to him. He nodded in thanks as he took it from you. The breath he pulled in was ragged as he found his grip on the pencil and began to write. He wasn’t holding onto it for very long before he handed the pad of paper back to you.

I can’t talk.

Your eyes widened as you shook your head. “I’m so sorry. I haven’t had the chance to read all the way back in your chart.” Clearing your throat, you handed the pad back to him and said, “I can still call your wife if you want.”

He scribbled again. No you can’t.

The look on his face didn’t give you any clue as to why you couldn’t call. Whether he was divorced or if it was something much more tragic than that, you didn’t know. You weren’t going to ask him, either. He’d clearly been through enough without you trying to drag all of that out of him.

“You can’t talk,” you said, allowing yourself a small smile, “and I can’t hear. So I think we’ll be alright.” Looking over at him, you saw the way his brows drew together. You chuckled, turning your head a little more so that he could see your ear and your hearing aid a little better. “Been deaf in my left ear my whole life. Right ear has just been getting worse and worse.” You shrugged. “I learned sign—still learning, actually. It might be helpful for you too.”

He hesitated, and you caught it. You frowned, but you understood. You knew precious little about the man lying on the bed in front of you, but what little you knew gave you enough of a picture. You didn’t know all of the details of what he’d been through that night, but you knew the outcome, the injuries. You knew what happened to his son, and now you knew that something happened with him and his wife. Something was telling you that he hadn’t gone into the evening really planning on needing to communicate with anyone anytime soon.

“Help,” you said simply when you saw in his eyes that he was getting lost in his own thoughts. He looked at you, confused once more. “It’s a good sign for you to know for now.” You put one hand out, palm-up, and made a thumbs-up with your other hand and placed it in your flat palm before lifting both hands in unison. “Help.” You nodded at him. “Try it.”

For a moment you thought that he was going to brush you off. You wouldn’t have blamed him for it. He didn’t know you, didn’t owe you anything. But right now you were all he had, and he was all you had too. Maybe that was part of why he humored you, or maybe there was something else entirely going on in his head. Either way, he mirrored your hand positioning and motions.

You smiled and nodded. “Good. Now you at least know how to ask me for help.”

He nodded, almost lifting the ends of his lips. It was more than you expected to get from someone in his position. He grabbed the pad of paper again and wrote Thank you.

You pressed your fingertips to the front of your chin before pulling them away, letting your arm drop like a drawbridge. “Thank you.” You paused, laughing. “Not to be confused with, you know,” you brushed your fingertips along the bottom of your chin, flicking them outwards, “that one.” You smiled. “That one, everyone knows.”

The smile he gave at that looked a little more real. Still tired, but real enough to make it feel like a win, like a good punctuation mark to the entire conversation. You took a breath and walked back to put the last few details on his chart.

“I’ll be back to check on you in a little while. But,” you set the chart down at looked at him, “you should try to rest. You’ve been through a lot tonight.”

He gave a small nod before pressing his fingertips to the front of his chin and pulling them out and away. You laughed, nodding before stepping out of the room to go about the rest of your business.

The rest of the night wasn’t nearly as busy as when Brian had been brought in. There were no more ambulances and flashing lights. No more sirens. It was quieter for the rest of the night than it had been, but it wasn’t as still as the start of your shift had been. You glanced in Brian’s room when you would walk by even though you couldn’t stop to really check in yet. He always looked like he was sleeping. His eyes were shut.

When you finally made it back to his room, it was with an armful of paperwork. It all had to get done and there was nothing stopping you from completing it while you sat in the chair beside his bed instead of the chair at the nurses’ station.

You didn’t hear him when he started to stir again. You were so focused on the paperwork in your lap that you didn’t catch him out of the corner of your eye, either. Brian could’ve waved to get your attention, could’ve cleared his throat obnoxiously loud as a means to the same ends. Hell, if he wanted to, he could’ve thrown his pencil at you. But instead he just watched you. Watched as you scribbled on the clipboard in front of you, flipping back and forth between the pages. Watched as you gnawed at your bottom lip in concentration, deep in thought.

It wasn’t until you were moving on from one small pile of papers to the next that you looked up and realized that he was awake. You gasped quietly in surprise, eyes widening. Your shocked gasp shifted into laughter as you leaned back in your chair. “Sorry,” you said as you placed your closed fist against your chest and made a circular motion. “Didn’t realize you were awake.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly before tapping his ear with his pointer finger. You rolled your eyes and smiled, knowing exactly what he was communicating to you without him speaking or writing it down. “I know why I didn’t realize it. I’m just saying.” You were about to get back into your paperwork when you saw him copy your sign for sorry. You would have assumed that he was just repeating your motions for the sake of learning if the look on his face hadn’t been so sincere. “Why are you sorry?”

He grabbed the paper and pencil and started writing. He held it up for you to see, his handwriting just large enough so that you didn’t have to take it from him to read it. You’re here on Christmas.

You let out a humorless laugh. “Don’t be sorry. Wasn’t really, um, feeling the holiday spirit much anyway.” You paused. “I volunteered.” Leaning forward, you propped your elbows on your knees. “Lucky for you, though, right?” It was impossible to miss the conflicted look on his face. Letting out a sigh, you said, “I’m not going to ask what happened tonight. Partially because it’s probably a lot to write,” you allowed yourself a tiny smile before continuing, “but also because you’re going to have to answer all of those questions when the cops get here in the morning.” The surprised look on his face would have been amusing if the stakes were different. “Gunshot wounds—they always have to come when there are gunshot wounds.”

He let out a deep sigh, somehow managing to sink deeper into the hospital bed, into the pillow. He shut his eyes for a moment, a long, slow blink before he stared ahead at the wall opposite of him. You thought you’d lost him for the rest of the night before he grabbed his pencil again.

You don’t have to sit here all night.

You smiled, allowing the diversion of the conversation. “I know. But we’re both alone on Christmas. So now, you know,” you settled back in your chair with a fresh slip of paperwork, “now we’re not.”

Despite all of the emotions pooling and swirling around his eyes, he nodded. He moved his pencil for a moment, almost like he was about to start writing. He stared hard at the paper for a few seconds before he let the pencil drop. He looked at the blank sheet of paper for a moment longer before he turned and looked at you instead.

You gave him a small but warm smile as he looked at you, not sure what else you could offer him, or should offer him. It wasn’t much, but it must’ve been the right thing because he let out a deep breath, settling down a bit more. He was still looking at you when you went back to looking at the paper in front of you. You found yourself settling a little bit more too, feeling a little less alone than before.

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morvantmortuary · 1 year

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I posted 2,470 times in 2022

That's 1,721 more posts than 2021!

223 posts created (9%)

2,247 posts reblogged (91%)

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I tagged 1,655 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i cannot tell you how bad i want the hearse or the mustang to pull up in my parents’ driveway rn and be like ‘get in we’re bustin’ you out’

My Top Posts in 2022:

and absolutely no one’s dead (pt. I)

Maxi Morvant x genderqueer/non-binary & plus-sized Reader, 18+

Epilogue for the October Arc

summary: after the events of Halloween, you and Maxi get used to a new normal. Hector makes an unsettling discovery and then an interesting one. Rora is plotting something.

warnings: description of a panic attack, mentions of death/funerals, some minor stalking but it’s fine. Things don’t get gory and/or sexy until pt. II.

general: *facedesk* I meant to have this up before Xmas, and now it’s nine days until Valentine’s Day. I think I’m going to just do my best not to tie chapters to holidays anymore, bc we’ve seen how that goes :’D though I’m absolutely still planning some shorter things for V Day don’t get me wrong

so this is maybe... less an epilogue, and more a setting up of Arc II, because more questions developed here than maybe got answered. But I’ve been looking forward to sharing it with y’all for a while, and can’t wait to see what y’all think!

as you can guess, it’s posted in two parts bc it’s Long :’D longer than spellbound (reprise) bc apparently I can’t shut up

okay, enough of me, here we go! thanks for your patience, as always!!

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32 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

For the smut prompts: Maxi with 69 please?

“I’ll take care of you.”

Oh man, Sarah. I had entirely too much fun with this. I had no idea this little phrase would set off my brain this way.

to discover us would be fatal -

(18+, nsf tumblr/ios/apple below. the closest thing to dark!maxi I’ve ever gotten. established daddy kink, breeding kink if you squint. oral (afab receiving), bondage, blindfolding, knife kink, blood kink, fluids eating, remote vibrator, murder. reader definitely gets off while maxi’s torturing the latest offering to the House. dead dove do not eat, I am not even remotely fucking around with this one.)

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38 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

So remember when I said I couldn’t draw? I really meant it :’D

If you’re seeing this, it means it just turned midnight my time, and we’re officially in the New Year. Thank you so, so, so much to everyone who’s been kind enough to stick around since I started writing this on a lark. I know this isn’t everybody, but I went through my followers list trying to find first names of the people I see interacting with my posts a lot. Please know I definitely try to make a point to know all of you, even if I’m not super chatty most of the time, and I have probably likely mentioned you to my mom at least once lmao.

I was just telling my friends that I write with that I really didn’t expect this to get as far as it did — when I introduced Maxi on the noctes blog, I thought he might be a weird little OC who popped up every now and again for my own amusement more than anything else. But you guys were so kind and supportive from the jump, I’ve not only finished an entire arc I didn’t know I was going to write in the first place, I’m planning on editing it and revising it to be an actual manuscript that I try to query while I work on Hector’s arc here :’D I don’t totally know how that’s going to go yet, and I’ll be sure to keep you guys posted, but I know I absolutely wouldn’t be here without all of y’all. 🖤

It’s been a real honor and a pleasure getting to know all of you this year, and I appreciate every single bit of feedback and enthusiasm you’ve all been kind enough to share with me. For real. I know how hard that is to come by, especially for fic that’s entirely comprised of OCs, so please don’t think I take any of it for granted whatsoever. We may be a fairly small blog, but this is still one of the largest projects I’ve tackled on a whim, and I’m excited to see where else it will go, so long as there’s someone still willing to come with. 🖤

I owe you guys the world, and while I don’t want to jinx anything, I hope all of us get the lucky break we need this year. I know I really did with all of you. 😘

Sending huge hugs and well-wishes all around, and I look forward to sharing this year with all of you, no matter what it brings. ✨

Cheers from me and the Morvants dead and living, we love each and all of y’all. 🥂♥️

39 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

Maxi my love & 29 and/or 47 🥺🥺🥺🥺

“Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”/“Are you holding back? Don’t.”

nonny, I am. so, so incredibly sorry it took this long. I’m sure you’ve entirely forgotten you sent this in by now, and for that, I totally understand. :’D but you will see, hopefully, why it took me a while to finish. I think this thing was 15k when I finally cut it off, and I was deeply tempted to go on.

so! when I say these two lines got in my head, I mean I took them and I ran a whole usian football field with them. I hope y’all like it, bc I certainly enjoyed myself writing it. I meant to have it up for Pride month, but alas, the best laid plans ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ here’s hoping you’ll find it just as queer now.

let me dirty up your mind (18+, mdni) --

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43 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Morvant Mortuary, Vol. I: Final Them. (The October Arc)

Maxi Morvant (male slasher/necromancer OC) x genderqueer/non-binary & plus-sized Reader, 18+ (minors dni.)

Does it look like I’m afraid of you?

chapters:

tear you apart

hunt you down (eat you alive)

a notification on Maxi’s phone at 3 am (Enter Hector)

jane doe (Enter Rora)

spellbound

lovesong (pt. I)

lovesong (pt. II)

bad moon rising (Enter Pierre, Enter Vincent)

bury us alive

you play the game, you’ll never win

and the dead start to dance in their masquerade (pt. I)

and the dead start to dance in their masquerade (pt. II) (Enter the Grey Man.)

spellbound (reprise) pt. I

spellbound (reprise) pt. II

and absolutely no one’s dead (pt. I)

and absolutely no one’s dead (pt. II)

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49 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

Awww, this was fun! Thanks everyone who’s been part of our year, and @illegalcerebral for being kind enough to tag us!! 🥰

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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years

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Saturday 28 April 1838

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fine but dull morning F42° at 9 and breakfast in about ¾ hour and then had William Mallinson and paid him for spouts at Little marsh, and had Mr. Bollard a civil young man (Ironmonger) about his bill from last midsummer to xmas – told him to make it out again in 3 – for Northgate Shibden hall and Little marsh – all this took me till 10 5 – then off with A- to Landymere – she rode and I walked by her side as far as the Lodge, she then road forwards and I stood a few minutes with Mr. Gray and Robert Mann who had proposed making the 3 large oblong sandstones do the draw-wall – Mr. Gray sketched and Roberts’ idea, and we were all satisfied – ordered to be done – at Landymere by the old Northowram road in ½ hour – found A- and SW. and Mr. Bentley – SW set out 1200 yards 30 yards along the hollow at 27ft. from the fence x 40 up the hill (including the present quarry hole) at 4ft. from the fence

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between the Sutherlands’ and Mesdames Lancashire and Brook – Bentley to come on Monday at 4pm to sign the rough draft of the agreement – terms explained to him and SW. 1200 yards as above named at 8d. per ft. of good stone – 8ft. thick? or 9ft. at present? – but no matter if thicker or thinner paid for at 9d. – the whole to be paid for in 3 years by equal ½ yearly payments – or rather 400 yards per annum to be paid for – and 4 years allowed to get it in – Road to the new road to be £5 per annum whether in one place or other – SW. to come on Tuesday and the site of the road to be settled – SW. did not think the little hole Joseph Mann is sinking, too high up in the field – 8 yards deep at present and only got down to the Crooked stone – the same beds (there will be 2) as Mrs. Aspinalls’ and Mr. Listers’ – not Bentley’s bed – A- then rode off to Holcans wood, and I walked by Wester croft and David Booths’ and Hipperholme to Hove edge to Messrs. Naylor Heap and Goodyears’ Day-quarry – mined underground like coal coming out to the Day – Mr. Luke Goodyear there ready to receive me – very civil went with me into the 3 places the 7 men (4 + 2 + 1) were working in a tram-road made of a plank deal cut into 6 and an iron edge laid on it, that the fall of a stone might not break the iron – an ass in the tram road and where one of the mines met it at a right angles an ingenious sort of platform moving on a pivot that would turn the load round into the tram road without trouble – this quarry in working 7 or 8 years – some good stone, but had not paid yet – In Mr. Macaulay’s land – Aspinall had it before at 2/6 per yard – gave it up – 8 yards of baring – the present firm took the whole field allowance being made for a ruttle (12? or 15? yards wide) – bed of stone from 2 to 6ft. thick – now about 6ft. – would not pay if not worked in this way – costs £20 a year in timber to support the roof – noticed a curious sort of white arbores cent moult-like moss or mould ramifying in places on the dark raggy or hard scaly roof – would be better for underground working if more baring – the bed of stone here is 4 yards I think he said above my bed in yew trees wood quarry – he walked with me across the Hove edge road into McAulays’ wood looking down up Southolme and at the style at the bottom of the steep past of the footpath shewed me my own bed at the bottom of a quarry hole there (close on the left going down) and his bed at the top of this hole – some talk about Mr. Richard Pollards’ stone – he had offered it to Messrs. Naylor and c° - they ought to have 500 yards at 1/. per yard, and then 2/. per yard as much as it was worth – thought of baring might be taken to A-‘s Hipperholme Lane ends quarry – would look again – I said I knew other people were thinking of the stone – mentioned my plan of laying a baring so as to make a road from A-‘s quarry mentioned also its being said in Hardcastles’ presence and mine that a road thro’ the wood would be worth more than £5 a year – (alluding in my own mind to SW’s valuation on pay Hardcastle for the damages done to his field in walling) – I had been perhaps ½ hour or nearly at the quarry – gave the 1st 4 men 2/. as a footing and the 2nd pair 1/. and of the last took no notice – arrived at the quarry about one or a little after and it was about 2 when I parted with Mr. Goodyear in Mr. Macaulays’ wood just above Mr. Sowdens’ when I saw my way clearly before me – then to Southolme – found Abraham Hemingway in his barn – went with him to see the piece (close up to Mr. Thomsons’ land) of ground proposed being given by Mr. Naylor for the bit to be taken at the bottom of his wood and top of my field to [found] his bur wall upon – Abraham thought 2 yards x 30 would be wanted – Mr. Naylor soon came to us – a very civil well mannered neat tidy looking middle aged man who was so civil and apparently anxious to do what was right and liberal that we agreed at once – but Abraham set a corner = 15x15 yards = 225 yards – the ground to be given very much more valuable certainly than that to be taken – Mr. N- agreed to give 60 yards of his against 60 yards of mine – if more wanted, I agreed to pay a [on?] consideration – SW. to measure and value and anyone else Mr. N- chose – then viewed the place where ground was wanted – told Mr. N- he should have what he wanted to make a good job – of course he would take as little as he could for his own sake as well as mine – but if he had occasion to take 2 good ash trees standing in my fence, these must be valued and placed to the account of the superior value of his land to that of mine – N- said he could give no writing – but there would be no trouble – all parties agreeable – the trustee Mr. Brook and all – and on the death of their wives, the estate must come into the market, and I should have no trouble – I said I had no fear about that – for Mr. SW. would measure and lay all down on the estate plan, and if Mr. N-‘s party should claim back from me, I should do the same from them and they might be glad to be quiet – or equity would settle the matter for us – Mr. N- expressed himself very much obliged – repeated it several times – said nobody could have behaved more handsomely – I merely said he might sometime have some opportunity of obliging me – sure he should not be slow to do it – he then mentioned Mr. Richard Pollards’ stone – Repeated the substance of all I had said to Mr. Goodyear N- thought the stone not worth more than 2/. a yard – said I had thrown a new light upon it – not aware anybody else was after the stone – mentioned no names but said other people had named it to me – mentioned also (which I had not named to Mr. Goodyear) my paying Mr. Pollard 1/. per yard for 40 yards and Simeon Shaw the tenant also 1/. per yard to keep me safe from the entrance in Mr. Pollards’ note that he must make the hole into the ground again – N- said RP. could give more title beyond his own life – but said I, his brother might sign also – it would be or might be made his interest to do so, and then all would be safe – mentioned also that I should like to have some of the ground after it was quarried and had named offering 2d. per yard to Mr. Goodyear – Mr. N- and I parted the best possible friends – he would see me again about the quarry – said I should be glad to see him at SH. then with Abraham Hemingway – mentioned Gill that I had seen this morning in the road [?] on this side of David Booths’ driving out of Goodyear’s cart – the man said he was cousin to Abraham H- and had married his daughter and wanted to take the Godley paddock – no! that impossible – could not do without it myself – he stood talking thought of setting up cart and horse of his own, and wanted a field – said I would think about it – that is, remember him if anything likely fell out – as he was so connected,

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I would mention to him to Miss Walker – but if he heard no more of it, he must conclude that we had neither of us anything to suit him – Inquired his character of Abraham H- it seems A- had nothing against him – a very good husband and respectable man, but 14 or 15 years older than his wife, and had as it were stolen her away, her parents being against the match – took her away in the night time – and it was clear Abraham had not forgiven this – said it was well to let them do for themselves – would not do much for them – the ash tree Abraham cut down a very good one – gave him all but about 6 or 8 ft. long of the thick part – this would cut into 4 capital axels – 2 for a large cart 2 for a smaller one said Abraham must keep this piece for me for about a year to season, and then I should not forget it, but perhaps get him to get it cut up for me and I should then bring it away – then stood talking to Abraham about the expense and profit of keeping horses – Abraham said they paid very little or sometimes not at all – for if he lost a horse or any accident happened it was long before this was recovered – Luke Goodyear said he had lost £40 last year – lost a horse worth £30 – Abraham owned he bought in his horses at under £30 on the average – but a good horse worth £30 now - £5 out of £30 down now than they would be 3 or 4 months hence – Abraham Haighs’ light bay that I have thought of worth £30 – 4 off – will grow – 15 ½ hands now – I said well! but he (Abraham) got his farming in (that ishis farm work done) into the bargain – yes! he said this was his profit – he gets his corn (3ds. [?] meal and oats) of Mr. Brook of Brighouse – calculates a horse to eat of this 8/. per week and 1 ½ st. of hay a day 1/. = 7/. per week – would not pay at all if he (Abraham) himself did not go with his horse to the delf – has seven horses – said I inquired because I thought of carting my own coal, or it would not pay –

calculates Abrahams’ horses at each 8/. + 7/. = 15/. per week and per pair 30/. + mans’ wages 15/. + wear and tear and blacksmiths bills etc. 5/. = total £2.10.0 per pair [co.]! I can manage it I think – sauntered home along the brook all the way by pinnel bridge and Dumb mill ditto to Mitham mill and home by Listerwick (the trenching in progress in Jonathan Mallinsons’ field) about 4 ½ - found A- dressing – ¼ hour with her – and she rode off to Cliff hill at 4 ¾ - had told Oddy of going with us to London – O- much pleased – promised to keep the secret till Monday – I not to go to church tomorrow but stay at home and get ready – wrote the whole of the above of today till now 6 ¼ - having just paid (per Robert Norton) George Naylors’ sawyers bill for larch rails and boards sawing – and now going down to pay Stephen Scholefield – wrote letters – had George Naylor (wright) and the 2 Manns and the gardener and paid Mr. Harper of the Stump X Inn the supper bill of 16th ultimo for Booths’ men all who had worked here – 21 of them – Paid Robert Mann, and gave Joseph £50 in a/c – had not time to settle with him and still had not done till after 8 – dinner at 8 10 – and had coffee with Mr. Gray in the dining and came upstairs at 10 pm paid Oddy her little bill she had paid for bran – at accounts and memoranda till 1 25 tonight fine but dull day or very little sun – much warmer than yesterday – not so much cold east wind – calm – F35° at 11 pm it was 7pm or after before I had despatched Sam booth with the letter bag containing my letter to ‘Messrs. Hammersley and c° Bankers London post paid’ asking them to get my passport visaed, it being my intention to embark in London for Antwerp tomorrow week and proceed thence by Brussels to Paris taking with me my niece Miss Walker and 2 servants (Susan Oddy and George Wood) – letter also to ‘Messrs. Pearce and Baxter coach-makers Longacre London Post paid’ expect being in London on Thursday evening next and immediately on arriving will send them the carriage to be examined and made ready for embarking on the following Sunday – shall be much obliged if they can provide me a neat clean chariot and good horses to do about town on Friday and Saturday’ – letter also to ‘Mrs. Hawkins 26 Dover street London Post paid’ expect being in London on Thursday evening to dinner – shall be glad if Mrs. Hawkins can take me in for 2 or 3 days – if not, much obliged to her to take me an apartment in the nearest comfortable family hotel – (myself Miss Walker and 2 servants as usual)

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E, V, Z :)

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what?

I’ve made a few cracky/meme type of things for the fandom. There’s the dabbing Ivan. Also, the monopoly pic (by far the most known due to notes) Boris K hitting on Oliver mini-comic. And finally, Yuriy as the Little Mermaid and loving it.

V - 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms

This is a hard question since beyblade is pretty much my main fandom. I don’t really go hard in others enough to get an OTP or even many ships. I guess the closest would be: McCree/Hanzo from Overwatch since I like fics with them in it (and cute comics). Junpei/Akihiko from Persona 3 (can’t find any fanart for them so enjoy this random screen shot from some dancing game they were in). And then Zagreus/Thanatos from Hades the game (the romance route I took lol)

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go (prompts optional but encouraged)

This is going to be beyblade themed (of course). I love, love, love the idea of people having nicknames. Either stupid ones are given by opposing teams or cute ones shared between friends. Silly ones like Champ for Takao, or Chump depending on who’s saying it. Ming-Ming becomes MiMi to her close friends. Garland has Garly from his family that spills over to his team (much to his embarrassment.) Micheal is Micky which he hates (another family nickname that spills out). And yeah, just cute names that randomly pop up from various places. I can easily see many having nicknames from their native language that crosses over (nothing family-related so you won’t get oniisan for Hitoshi because of Takao though Takao would totally use that on Hitoshi to be cute). Yuriy being called Red, Giancarlo called Blondie. Shorter bladers being called short stuff/imp/etc. There would also be team names given by fans and haters alike. The Commies for Neoborg. The Clowns for Julia and Raul. Just stupid things like that (though the ideas I just gave would be the hater nicknames). There are just so many possibilities and I love it :D

#beyblade #I was going to draw the pairings but decided not to #I have too much I have to draw before xmas X)#Anonymous #also I had to google oniisan to make sure that was the right one #still unsure if it is lolol

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secret santa

pairing: yunho x reader

summary: you and yunho are each other's secret santa

photo: ateezfilm on twitter

Ms. AZ, your Art 10 professor’s favorite holiday is Christmas.

She adorned the classroom with fairy lights, made everyone decorate the tree she brought to school, and played Christmas carols every day starting from December 1st.

So, it was not surprising when she announced on the last week before break that the class would be playing Secret Santa.

The rule is simple. Each student draws a name to become someone’s Secret Santa, and on the last day of class, everyone will receive their gift.

You didn’t even think much of it until you read the name you had chosen from the bunch.

Jeong Yunho.

Yunho is the guy everyone likes, and it would be lying if you said you were an exception.

He is always smiley and full of life. It really is not difficult to feel comfortable around him.

But, at the same time, his friendliness and all-too-perfect persona make him unapproachable.

Although he regularly borrows your supplies, your relationship is nothing more, nothing less.

You didn’t think you would be able to buy a gift for someone you barely know, but it turns out you do know a whole lot about him. Yunho likes to collect electronics, dance, and play games.

But what can you get that he doesn’t already have?

After a few hours of wandering from mall to mall, you decide on a “not-so-lame gift”—a reservation for glow-in-the-dark bowling.

You slipped the confirmation receipt in a nice envelope along with a scrawly message, Merry Xmas! I hope this will be a fun way to spend the holiday.”

(Flash forward to the last day of class)

The bell rings, and everyone goes to pick up their Secret Santa gift. You and your friends sit together to open them. Your friends got teddy bears, snow globes, and perfumes, but yours was...a map???

“There are 4 treasure chests Y/N! You’re getting 4 presents!”

Wow, your Secret Santa really knew how to make it interesting. After deciding that you would go treasure hunting after school, you couldn’t help but wish for time to pass faster.

As soon as class was dismissed, you dashed out the door with the map in your hands.

In no time, you reached the location of the first treasure. Digging under the pole of the gym’s volleyball net, you found your first gift: a used eraser???

Okay, now you HAVE to know who the Secret Santa is. You followed the map to find the rest of the treasures: a used ball-point pen and an equally used brush.

The last treasure was on the campus’s rooftop, but even though you searched every nook and cranny, you couldn’t find a gift. You were about to give up when someone tapped you from behind.

It must be your Secret Santa!

Lo and behold, it’s Yunho.

Yunho’s smile drops when he sees you freeze. “Are you disappointed it’s me?”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just- I wasn’t expecting you.” To describe you as flustered would be an understatement.

“Are you the fourth present?” you asked, and it’s his turn to blush, “Well, that would be nice, but there’s also this,” he extends his pretty hands to give you a box with a big bow.

Inside, there were so many art supplies that you ran out of fingers to count. “I asked your friends about what you already have, so there shouldn’t be any duplicates,” Yunho says, suddenly shy because you’re beaming at him.

It was such a thoughtful gift, and you were so happy that you almost forgot to ask him about the 3 other gifts. “Why the used eraser, ball-point pen, and brush?”

“Don’t they look familiar to you?” He replies, causing you to scrunch your brows.

Right...they do look awfully familiar.

“They’re mines, aren’t they?”

Yunho nods and laughs, “I borrowed them from you, but you never asked for them back.”

“I’m not really good at confrontations. But you could have just left them on my desk...”

“Actually, I was borrowing them as an excuse to talk to you. I thought I’d get to strike another conversation when you ask for them back, but you didn’t. By the third time, I realized you were just not going to.”

Before you had the chance to process what you have just heard, Yunho (with his long legs) is already halfway out of the rooftop.

“Merry Xmas!!!” he says hastily and runs down the stairs so he won’t do something stupid like turn red.

“Wait, Yunho!” You barely caught up with him halfway down the stairs. “What would you have said if I did come to ask about the stationery?”

“I wanted to ask a few questions.”

“Yeah? What are they?”

The fact that you still want to hear what he has to say after his not-so-smooth act earlier sent him a surge of confidence.

He takes a step up so that he’s closer to you.

“1. Do you have a boyfriend?”

Your breath unwillingly hitched, “No...”

The corners of his lips tugged upward, and he takes another step up, but you’re too fluttery to notice.

“2. Do you already like someone?”

You shake your head.

“3. Are you free this Saturday?”

He is one step away from you, but his height made it close enough to feel the heat from your blushing cheeks. You shake your head again.

“4. Can I take you on a bowling date?”

You can feel your heart explode. He clasps your hands as soon as you squeak out a “Yes,” and the two of you head down the stairs together.

Christmas is indeed a magical season. After all, who would have thought that your first date would be at the bowling alley you reserved a week ago as a Secret Santa?

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melk917 · 2 years

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Should've Made a Pastry (Part 2)

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Warnings: Teasing (lots of teasing), kissing, groping, some fingering (f receiving), and the offer of a threesome

Rating: E (maybe M, but just to be safe)

Pairings: Rafael Barba x f!Reader, Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi, Sonny Carisi x f!Reader

WC: 5,036

A/N: For those have you who have been waiting for it.... Part 2! I hope the wait will have been worth it. This stretched on to be exceedingly long, so stay tuned for part 3 dropping tomorrow morning.

This fills the 'xmas baking' + 'holiday party' squares for @storiesofsvu’s Holiday Bingo.

BIG thanks to @thatesqcrush for taking a look and helping me through the last efforts for all this when all I was doing was banging my head against the wall.

And for those of you who have never had the joy of a pizzelle, you can def find them at Whole Foods, but they're also really easy to make. They're a traditional Italian waffle cookies made from flour, eggs, sugar, butter, and flavoring. In the case of the ones in this story, they're anise, as that is the most traditional (at least where my family is from). They're thin and crunchy and great after a big meal!

The title comes from my absolute favorite line in Banana by Anitta & Becky G: “Oh, Willy Wonka, how’d you get so tasty / Mama made a boy, but she should’ve made a pastry”

Days turned to weeks and time passed without further mention of that particular fantasy. It seemed to fade to the background as life took over in the lead up to the holidays, neither of you bringing it up again in such vivid detail. Though, it was never far from your mind… or Rafael’s.

In fact, it had become a bit of a problem for Rafael. It was as though acknowledging the fantasy out loud made into a real, tangible thing, tension present in every interaction. Every glance, every “Am I right, counselor?” took on new meaning, and Rafael couldn’t even look in Carisi’s direction without blushing. He compensated by being even more brusque than usual, cutting down the detective with harsh remarks every time he leaned in.

But much to Rafael’s dismay, it didn’t seem to deter the younger man. If anything, it made him even more eager for validation, more eager for acknowledgment. And it was how he found himself trapped in his current situation.

The squad had posted up in Rafael’s office, bringing a stack of files they had been going through for their most recent case. Rafael was making a conscious effort to maintain eye contact with Olivia as she enumerated the details of the victim’s statement. He was doing his best to ignore where Carisi was perched against the conference table, long legs spread wide, arms crossed as he twisted to the side to peer at the plate of cookies Rafael had laid out for his own consumption.

He thought he was doing pretty well, too. He was focused on the case and not fleeting thoughts of you pressing against his back as Carisi tugged him forwards to stand in the V of his spread legs, trapping him between the two of you.

At least he was until Carisi let out an obscene moan, drawing everyone’s attention. He had a half eaten cookie from the plate in his hand, eyes shut tight in pleasure as he chewed. He made another small noise as his tongue flicked out to pick up the crumbs, drawing Rafael’s eye to his full lips, making him groan internally as he flashed back to you wondering if Carisi had sucked dick before.

No evidence either way, but Rafael had a sudden vivid image of what he might look like, lips stretched thin around his cock, as Carisi took another bite of the cookie.

“Do you need a moment, detective? Should we leave you alone with the plate there?” Rafael was gruff, short, and shifting his hips to hide that maybe he wasn’t unaffected.

Carisi flushed a bit and ducked his head sheepishly. “Sorry, Counselor. Just… wow, where did you get these? They’re almost better than my nonna’s and I didn’t think you could get pizzelle like that in a store.”

He shoved the last of the cookie in his hand in his mouth, already reaching for another from the plate.

Carisi’s enthusiasm had drawn Fin and Amanda over as well, and they were peering down at the snowflake-shaped cookies with great curiosity.

Rafael rubbed his hands up and down his thighs as Carisi took another big bite and held the plate up, wiggling it under Amanda’s nose in encouragement.

“They’re not from the store, I brought them from home.”

Carisi made a noise of surprise as he swallowed his latest bite. “Oh, man, really? That’s gotta be great, living with someone who bakes…you gotta get her to bring ‘em to the holiday party. I’ll make my nonna’s version and we can compare.”

Rafael frowned slightly. “I’m not volunteering someone else’s time to feed your sugar cravings, Carisi.”

As disapproving as he tried to make it sound though, he knew you’d jump at the opportunity to prove you were the better baker. And if it encouraged the rapturous look on Carisi’s face as he shoved another cookie in his mouth, Rafael was pretty sure you’d do it just to hold it over him, teasing until he was hard and begging.

Before he could make up his mind if that made it better or not, Carisi interrupted again.

“I’ll ask her then, Counselor. Just lemme try? We gotta compare. I promise—I’ll bring the goods, and it’ll blow your mind.”

Rafael choked slightly, but Carisi looked totally guileless, not even a twitch to indicate if he knew how his promise sounded.

It was Amanda who intervened in the end, brushing crumbs from her own half eaten cookie off her jacket and shrugging. “I mean, I’d eat more of these.”

Carisi beamed. “Awesome. I promise, counselor, you won’t be disappointed in this Carisi specialty.”

Rafael groaned internally. Carisi Specialty Goods, indeed. You would never let this go.

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Two weeks later, you and Rafael were in the elevator, headed up to Olivia’s apartment for the squad’s holiday party, an extra large tupperware filled with pizzelle in your arms and a smirk on your face.

Rafael had tried to dissuade you initially, saying you didn’t need to feel obligated to bring anything, never mind setting aside a few hours to make cookies. But he was right, you could never pass up an opportunity to show off your baking (or an opportunity to tease him, holding him at your mercy).

With each press of the pizzelle iron the day before you had thrown out suggestive comments or glances, wondering out loud what the Carisi Specialty might be, and if he’d make more of those little moans Rafael mentioned over this batch of cookies as well.

You had poked and prodded and teased until Rafael shut you up the only way he could in that moment, mouth hard and insistent against yours as his fingers slipped into your pants and brought you over the edge with firm strokes.

(That round of cookies in the press ended up in the trash, burnt to ash and still smoking, but neither you nor Rafael were complaining from where you were sprawled naked on the kitchen floor, breathless and satisfied.)

And now he was taking great pains to not meet your eyes as you rang Olivia’s bell and Carisi himself opened the door, grinning widely.

“Oh great!” He exclaimed at the sight of the two of you. Impossibly, his grin got even wider as he clocked the box of cookies in your arms. “Oh this is perfect. I made mine too.”

He took the cookies from you with one hand while he pulled you close with the other into a tight hug.

“I’ve been waiting all night for these. Barba made it sound like you wouldn’t have time.” He leaned in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I think he was just selfishly keeping them for himself. I’m not sure he shares very well.”

You laughed and met Rafael’s eye over Carisi’s shoulder, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. “Well, I’m very good at sharing. You only have to ask.”

Rafael’s lips pressed into a firm line, but the innuendo went over Carisi’s head as he tucked the cookies under one arm. He turned to Rafael, free arm going out like he intended to hug him, too, but Rafael dumped his coat into Carisi’s grasp instead and brushed past him before you could say or do anything else to tease color to his cheeks.

Carisi was unfazed, tossing Rafael’s jacket with the others and gestured towards the kitchen.

“C’mon, grab some drinks and let’s get these laid out. I want to see how they stack up. I’ve got mine in the kitchen.”

You followed him further into the apartment. Inside was warm, the scent of cinnamon and cloves heavy in the air from the pot of mulled wine on the stove, the soft hum of Christmas carols in the background, just barely audible through the boisterous conversation of everyone gathered.

You and Rafael were a bit on the later side, and it appeared everyone else was quite a bit ahead of you on drinks, if the flush across Amanda’s face and the way Mike was gesturing were any indication. It was impossible for you to tell how many deep Carisi was, his grin and enthusiasm standard operating procedure for him.

He hummed along to the music as he unboxed your cookies, arranging them on a plate next to another holding the pizzelle he had brought. They looked nearly identical, and you picked up one of his, bringing it to your nose to breathe in the spices.

“Made them the same flavor you did, I think. Near enough anyway.” He was fidgeting with the presentation now, long fingers brushing over the edges, lining up the stacks of cookies, turning them this way and that until he grinned, satisfied. “There. Identical.”

Amanda and Mike had wandered over, leaning over the counter from the living room to watch as Carisi fussed.

“How is this going to work?” you asked, ladling a large glass of mulled wine for yourself. Carisi clocked your pour and held up a bottle of brandy in offer, adding a rather heavier pour to the mug than you might have yourself. He giggled a bit at the end and you bit your lip. Maybe his cheer wasn’t all organic after all.

Across the room, Olivia had turned to pour a hefty four fingers of scotch into Rafael’s glass and gestured for him to drink up. He met your gaze and you wiggled your eyebrows in response and he flushed, covering his reaction by taking a big sip from the glass and grimacing as it went down the wrong pipe in his haste.

“Well, I think everyone eats at least one of each and then votes?” Carisi suggested.

Mike frowned at the cookies. “Any particular features we’re voting on?”

Carisi looked over at you and you shrugged.

“Just whose tastes best?” he suggested. “Let's not complicate it.”

“Well what about texture? Mouth-feel?”

Amanda snorted, “You watch too much British Bake-Off, Sarge.”

You laughed into your mug, leaning into Rafael as he brushed a hand over your lower back, joining next to you.

Mike frowned. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“No—just like Carisi said.” Amanda leveled a finger at Mike. “Keep it simple. Take a bite of each, and your vote goes to the one you liked better.”

Rafael peered over your shoulder at the plates and you cut him a look out of the corner of your eye, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. He rolled his eyes, sipping his drink to hide the color on his cheeks as he leaned against the counter to watch the proceedings unfold.

“Come on, come on. Fin, Lieu. Everyone take your cookies.” Carisi took both plates, pushing them towards the rest of the squad, gesturing and grinning wide.

Fin and Olivia started to reach for the cookies when Amanda cut in: “Wait!”

Everyone froze.

“Wait, wait, wait. What does the winner get?”

You and Carisi looked at each other. He shrugged this time. “Bragging rights?”

Amanda snorted. “Boring.”

Carisi frowned and crossed his arms. “Fine. Then what do you suggest?”

Amanda frowned, chewing her lip.

“Loser has to bake something for them?” Mike offered.

Amanda rolled her eyes. “Why would you want to eat the shitty cookies as a reward?”

“Hey now—” Carisi broke in. “Losing doesn’t make them shitty….”

Olivia cut in at the look on Amanda’s face that signaled a possible argument. “Loser buys everyone a round the next time we’re at Forlini's?”

“I might not be there,” you pointed out. “I usually host office hours in the evening.”

“Barba can steal your credit card?” Mike suggested.

“Hold on, what about—”

The conversation was quickly devolving as Carisi jumped in again, gesturing wildly and spilling some of his mulled wine across the counter, barely missing the cookies. Amanda’s voice rose in protest, and Olivia seemed to be trying to moderate, an eye down the back hall to Noah’s room where he was sleeping. Fin had wandered off with what looked like more than just his share of cookies, clearly over the whole endeavor.

While the rest of the group argued over possible rewards, you reached over to tangle the fingers of your free hand with Rafael’s, tugging him until he was pressed close to your side and you could press an exaggerated, smacking kiss to the corner of his mouth. He grunted and ducked his head to hide the pleased twitch of his lips at your teasing display of affection, his face flushed ever so slightly.

You leaned in further, impervious to all his put-upon, petulant grumblings, lips against his ear. “Pout all you like,” you murmured, voice low, “but I know that blush on your cheeks has more to do with a certain detective’s denim-clad ass and not all that scotch Olivia is topping you up with.”

Carisi took that moment to lean over the counter and get in Amanda’s face, putting said denim-clad ass on full display.

Pressed into you like he was, you could feel the shiver that passed through Rafael’s body in response, undermining the glare he shot your way. You arched a brow, challenging, lips twitching. He didn’t deny it.

You tangled the fingers of your free hand in the front of his sweater, intending on pulling him firmly against you and properly kissing the grumpy lines off his face. Instead you were interrupted by the sharp crack of Amanda slamming her glass down on the table with enough force that the remaining ice jumped over the lip.

“I’ve got it,” she announced. “Winner fucks Barba.”

Rafael choked on his drink.

“Excuse me?” He had flushed a violent red, eyes wide as they darted to you.

The giggle bubbled up from deep in your chest and spilled out, the frantic edge of panic in Rafael’s voice setting you off.

He frowned and pinched your side, but it only served to make you laugh harder, doubled over as Carisi sputtered next to you.

“Geeze, Amanda. Had enough?” The younger man gave an hysterical little laugh, voice cracking on the end as his eyes cut to you and Rafael, wide with panic.

Amanda was flushed and grinning, nodding as though she knew she had totally nailed it.

Rafael was looking at you, eyebrows pinched. Oh, outwardly you were sure the bright flush across his cheeks and the panic in his eyes appeared to be from his objection to being auctioned off. But pressed against you like he was, you could feel the twitch of his half-hard cock against your hip, betraying his true interest in the possibilities.

You flicked your eyes to the side and clocked the bright blush that was spreading from Carisi’s cheeks down his throat as he startled and looked away, embarrassed that he had been caught staring.

A slow, teasing smirk spread across your face and you licked your lips. Maybe all those fantasies weren’t so far out of your grasp as it had seemed.

You turned back to the group and shrugged a casual shoulder. “Ok, deal.”

Both Rafael and Carisi choked this time, and a slow, evil grin spread over Amanda’s face.

“Awesome. Now pass me those cookies.”

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Much later you were getting yourself a glass of water when Rafael slid up behind you, one hand on your hip as he pressed his nose to your neck. You huffed a laugh and turned into him, gently threading your fingers into his hair and tugging affectionately. “How are you holding up?”

“Wanna get you home,” he murmured, pressing his lips, then his teeth, just under your jaw, making your shiver and sigh.

“Oh yeah? Gonna put me to bed, counselor?”

He growled and nipped at your jaw playfully. “Teasing me like that in front of everyone…I know you threw the competition on purpose. I ought to send you to bed without supper for all your insolence.”

You turned in his hold, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down to you and brush your lips together. “But didn’t you want to see if he’d take the bait?”

Your eyes flicked to the side, clocking the detective’s gaze as he watched you run your hands over Rafael’s shoulders, licking his lips and clearly not listening to whatever story Amanda was recounting to the group.

Smirking you leaned up, lips grazing Rafael’s ear, your voice low and dark. “He’s got his eyes on us now. Don’t you want to see if he follows us home?”

Rafael groaned lightly and pulled you hard against him, hand slipping low to grasp your ass before giving it a sharp swat.

You jerked in his hold and giggled as he dipped low to kiss you, hiding his own grin.

“Go grab our coats while I call the Uber.”

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The cold air was welcome on the flushed skin of your cheeks as you stumbled outside to wait for your Uber. It was impossible to tell if it was the alcohol or Rafael himself that had you lightheaded with intoxication. Amanda’s drunken suggestion had reignited the flame of every filthy suggestion concerning Carisi you had whispered in his ear the other day, and he seemed dead set on leveraging all that frantic sexual energy to turn the tables on you, whether or not Carisi was there to join in.

He pressed against your back, hands on your hips as you made it out to the sidewalk, pulling you firm against him, lips pressed warm under your jaw, nipping at your skin.

You let out a soft moan, tilting your head to grant him more access, and he pressed his advantage, nuzzling behind your ear before using his lips and tongue to suck a light mark.

“Mm, you smell good,” he murmured in your ear, the contrast of his warm breath and the winter air making you shiver against him.

“I don’t think it’s just my perfume that has you like this.”

His hands slid up your front, undoing the buttons on your coat so he could slip his hands inside, long fingers curling around your ribs and turning you so you were pressed flush to his chest.

“Hm…no, not just that.”

You hardly had time to register the smirk curling at the corner of his mouth before he ducked his head to press his lips to the hollow of your throat, hands slipping down your back to push up your skirt and cup your ass through your stockings, gripping and rolling the muscle in his palms.

Your head fell back with a soft moan, your hands coming up to rest on his arms, hips rolling into him on instinct. You could hardly feel him against you through the layers of clothing, your frustrated huff tapering off into a moan as he scraped his teeth up the column of your throat, nipping at your jaw. He soothed the bite with his tongue before the sting even registered and you gripped him harder, tugging on his coat sleeves.

“Raf—” you meant for it to come out as a warning, but instead the end curled on a whine as he pressed his teeth to your pulse point.

“Oh, no,” he murmured into your skin. “You wanted to tease me all night in there. If you can’t handle the consequences of your actions, you shouldn’t provoke me.”

One big hand slipped under your sweater, cold fingers making you gasp and arch as it slipped higher to cup your breast.

“Oh hey, Counselor—”

You groaned lightly as Rafael’s thumb flicked over your nipple through the lace of your bra, desire curling bright and hot through you as Carisi froze, eyes wide, lips parted as he processed the moment that he walked out into.

It wasn’t even that suggestive in the grand scheme of things… no skin was on display—your coat is hiding just how far up Rafael has rucked up your skirt and the spread of his hands on you. But the tilt of your neck, and the angle of Rafael’s head hinted at something lustful. A tease that had a bright flush spreading over the detective’s cheeks.

“Sorry—I didn’t realize—”

Rafael lifted his head to meet your eyes, a smirk spreading slow across his face as he tweaked your nipple again and you visibly shuddered, knuckles going white as you gripped his sleeves harder.

Even with the blood rushing in your ears as Rafael continued to tease his fingers over your skin, you caught Carisi’s bitten-off whimper. And from the way Rafael breathed out hard, you knew he caught it too. You licked your lips, arching an eyebrow at him in question. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide as he ducked his chin in acknowledgment.

And then he was stepping back slightly, hands smoothing your skirt back over your ass as you tug your sweater down, peering sheepishly around Rafael to look at Carisi.

“Ah, no, you’re good, Carisi. We just um… got distracted.”

“No, no… it’s my bad.” The detective laughed nervously as he ran a hand through his hair and seemed to be trying to look anywhere that wasn’t where Rafael’s hands are still obviously moving inside your coat.

You cut a sideways glance at Rafael who was still smirking at you, eyebrows raised expectantly as his fingers brushed the thin strip of skin between your sweater and your skirt.

A wave of possibility and anticipation surged through you, making your blood run hot and your breath come quick. You turned back to Carisi who’s eyes had dropped back down to track the movement of Rafael’s hands under your coat.

“How are you getting home, detective?”

He started, eyes flicking back up to yours. “Oh, uh, just the train.” He jerked his thumb in the direction of the entrance to the 1 at the other corner.

Rafael slid his hand down the back of your skirt in that moment and you gasped lightly, pitching forward into him. Carisi's fingers curled into his palms, his eyes tracking every involuntary roll of your hips.

Rafael was flushed, too (and completely unrepentant) as his hand slipped lower to grasp your ass in full, licking his lips as you shivered.

Carisi was still watching, brow furrowed the way it had been in the bar weeks ago when his eyes had been on both of you at the booth, hot and heavy. Behind you, your Uber pulled up to the curb.

“It’s awfully cold out. And late,” you told him, a bit breathless as Rafael kept up his teasing. “Let us give you a ride.”

Carisi’s head jerked up, eyes wide. “Oh, no—” he choked a bit, hands flailing. “I mean—not no, but it’s uh, I live in the total opposite direction. I wouldn’t wanna put you out or anything…”

You finally managed to extricate yourself from Rafael’s hold as he moved to open the door to the car, tugging your coat closed as best you can to hide your disheveled clothes, but not before Carisi’s gaze dropped to your exposed thighs. “You wouldn’t be putting us out at all.”

Carisi was caught in your gaze like a deer in headlights, wide-eyed and flushed a deep pink.

“I uh…”

“There’s room for one more, Carisi, if you’re joining.” Rafael’s voice was deep and dark with promise as he pressed against your back, one arm sliding around your waist to hold you to him.

Carisi’s head whipped up to stare hard at Rafael, lips parted around his soft gasp of surprise. Rafael held his gaze as he slowly slid his palm down, long fingers dipping under your waistband to tease across the sensitive skin of your abdomen, lazy smirk tugging at his mouth as you shuddered and melted back into him at the touch.

Carisi looked shell shocked at the older man’s encouragement. Then he shook himself and shivered, licking his lips, taking a half step forward before he paused. “I uh,” he looked from Rafael to you and back. “If you’re sure I’m not imposing…”

“Now or never, Carisi,” Rafael's voice rumbled through you. “Meter’s running.”

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You didn’t add Carisi’s address to the ride and the detective didn’t bring it up. Instead a heavy, loaded silence settled thick amongst you like the tension before the break of a storm, undisturbed by the soft murmur of the driver on the phone in the front seat.

A little hiccup of hysteria bubbled in your chest as the silence stretched on, your fingers trembling in anticipation where they rested on your thigh. You were so absorbed in the warm press of both Rafael and Carisi against you that you startled as Rafael covered your hand with his, a soft gasp falling from your lips. The sound drew Carisi’s attention from the window and you heard his sharp intake of breath as Rafael’s hand slipped past yours to curve over your thigh, sliding up to rest high under your skirt, fingers stroking your skin.

You shivered at the play of his fingers over your sensitive skin, body craving more of his touch (always more), but you breathed out hard, catching his hand in yours and lacing them together before things could spiral further. Carisi let out a soft sound, and then choked on it, trying to swallow his obvious interest.

“This doesn’t have to go anywhere you don’t want it to go, Carisi.” You kept your voice low, soft and generous at the glimpse of his face you caught in the flash of the streetlights, jaw slack and dumbfounded. “The competition… the prize… It can stay a drunken joke.”

His head jerked up to meet your eyes, gaze flicking from you to Rafael behind you, down to your intertwined fingers, and back. He let out a little hysterical laugh like he had earlier, shifting restlessly in his seat, running his hands through his hair, shaking his head.

“Jesus, is this real? This isn’t like, some fever dream pulling from my deepest fantasies?”

“Want me to slap you, Carisi? See if you wake up?” Rafael offered, dryly.

He yelped as you pinched his thigh in admonishment, ruining the effect of all his smug arrogance with a pout.

You turned back to the detective, meeting his eyes. “It’s as real as you want it to be. Seriously, Carisi, you say stop, it stops.”

His eyes widened and he gave a short, sharp shake of his head. “Fuck, I’m not saying that… I just…” He breathed out hard. “Jesus really? I… both of you?”

“If you want both of us.”

“What do you want, Carisi?” Rafael’s voice was low, threaded through with promise.

Carisi squeezed his eyes shut as though he could better control the onslaught of his desire at the older man’s tone and breathed out hard, his voice shaking. “God. Whatever you’ll give me.”

Rafael moaned so softly you almost missed it. He caressed your knuckles with his thumb, the barest tremor of anticipation in his hands before he untangled your fingers, once again teasing along the soft skin of your inner thigh. You glanced up at him but he was watching Carisi, who’s attention was once again rapt on your legs, his knuckles white as he gripped his thighs.

“Say stop, detective, and it stops. At any point.”

“And if I say ‘green,’ you’ll keep going?”

Rafael huffed a surprised laugh and arched an eyebrow at the other man, fingers pausing, “Not quite the ingenue, then, are we?”

Carisi flushed.

Rafael’s smirk sharpened from pleased to predatory.

Emboldened by Carisi’s response, you wrapped your fingers around Rafael’s wrist and directed his hand higher as you shifted your hips, letting your legs fall open with a soft moan. You missed his smirk in the darkness of the backseat, but not how he shifted, switching hands so his left was now cupping your inner thigh, fingertips brushing across your mound in a tease, his right arm wrapping around your shoulders to cup and grip your jaw.

Your gasp was cut off by his hand over your mouth and Carisi swore softly, eyes flying up to meet Rafael’s.

“So needy,” Rafael murmured in your ear, holding Carisi’s gaze in the dim light. “Is this for me?” Your soft groan was muffled as he brushed his knuckles back and forth across the damp crotch of your stockings. “Or are you this worked up for Carisi?”

Your breath caught and Rafael chuckled, breath ghosting across your hairline.

“Should we show him?”

You whimpered as Rafael’s palm curved over your thigh, pulling your leg over his so you were spread open across the seat, your other leg pressed firm against Carisi’s.

“What do you think, detective?”

“Shit,” Carisi breathed out, eyes darting to yours as he licked his lips. “I…”

You reached out to grasp his wrist, pausing as your fingers curled around it. His fingers flexed in your hold, reaching out to just barely graze your thigh. You made a soft noise from behind Rafael’s palm and pressed your thigh into Carisi’s more firmly.

“Shit,” he murmured, palm warm as he ghosted his fingers up your leg, pausing at the hem of your skirt to toy with the edge as he met your eyes, searching for something. Something he must have seen in the pinch of your eyebrows and the way you tilted your head to press into Rafael’s hand across your mouth, because he slipped his fingers under your skirt to skate along your inner thigh.

“That’s it. Just like that, Carisi.” Rafael rumbled from your other side. “See for yourself.”

Carisi breathed out hard as he brushed his fingers higher and across where you soaked through your stockings and you let out a muffled gasp. Just that light touch sent pleasure sparking along your nerves and you arched into it, your other hand flying up to knot in Rafael’s hair as Carisi’s fingers went from questioning to a firm stroke. His other hand grabbed your hip in a tight grip and pushed you back down to the seat, holding you there as he stroked his thumb along your slit through the thin fabric covering it. Rafael breathed out hard in your ear, his fingers trembling against your skin at the display of easy dominance.

“Fuck.” Carisi’s voice wavered, shell-shocked.

Rafael let out a breathless laugh. “Oh, if you’re lucky, Carisi. If you’re lucky.”

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inagetawaycarxo · 4 years

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Christmas Night w/ Jake Gyllenhaal

— Can you made a smut/fluff headcanon of Jake G. x reader when they celebrate christmas night in their own apartment (may be they kiss under mistletoe and....turn to something more) -Anon

WARNINGS: Sex, oral {both receiving}, smut, fluff, kissing, mistletoe, rough sex, 18 + ONLY..

NOTE: Xmas requesting is closed!!! HAPPY HOLIDAYS AMORES!!!

Both of you pretty much laid on the couch, beside each other. Groaning about eating too much food.

Soft Christmas music playing in the background.

Of course Jake being cheeky, grabs a mistletoe he has been hiding in the side of the couch.

Jake pulls the mistletoe above yours and his head.

Nudging you with his shoulder. You turn your head to the side, to look at Jake. Arching your eyebrows at him.

Jake pointed upwards. Making you look up. You let out a tiny chuckle. Looking back at Jake.

“We have to kiss. It’s a tradition.” Jake smirked. Quirking an eyebrow.

“Oh, we wouldn’t want to break tradition.” You smirked. Leaning closer to him.

Your hands cupped his jaw. Your lips touching his softly.

But Jake needed more than soft kisses, so he kissed you back roughly. Tossing the mistletoe to the side. His hands cupping your jaw.

Pushing your back onto the couch. Putting all his body weight on top of you.

Grinding his body against yours.

Both of you moaning into the kiss.

His hands wandered away from your face and glided down towards your waist. Giving your hips a tiny squeeze.

Pulling his mouth away from your lips. Trailing heated kisses across your jawline, then down towards your neck. Making you tilt your head back. Giving him more access to your neck.

Leaving trails of kisses on your neck, shoulder, and collarbone. Before returning his mouth to your lips.

Kissing you feverishly. Grinding against each other.

Your fingers gripped the hem of his shirt. Pulling it up. Jake pulled his lips away from yours, so you could pull it over his head. Once you pulled it off of him, his lips were immediately on yours again.

Jake’s fingers pulled the hem of your shirt up. Breaking his lips away from the kiss, to pull the shirt over your head. Then discarding it.

His mouth went straight to the valley of your breasts. Leaving rough kisses. His mouth trailing kisses towards your breast.

His mouth moulding around your nipple. Swirling his tongue around your nipple. Making a moan escape your mouth. As well as making you arch your back.

Jake then started to suck on your nipple. Sometimes even swirling his tongue around your nipple.

His hand cupping your other breast. Groping it roughly.

Jake continued to suck on your nipple for a few minutes, before switching to the other breast. Repeating the same action he did to the previous breast.

Jake’s mouth moved away from your breasts. Though his hands groped your breasts. Massaging them roughly, as he trailed his mouth down towards your stomach.

Sucking harshly on your navel.

His fingers digging into the waistband of your jeans. While his other hand undid the button of your jeans. Then hastily unzipped the zip.

Jake quickly tugged them down your legs. Pulling the jeans off of you, and discarding them.

His mouth pressing soft kisses on your ankle. Trailing kisses up towards your inner thigh.

Nibbling on the skin of your inner thigh.

Jake then did the same thing to your other leg. Making you a writhing mess.

Jake’s mouth hovered above your clothed core.

He then lowered his mouth down to the waistband of your panties. His teeth clamming down on the waistband of your panties. Slowly pulling them down. His hooded eyes never leaving your gaze.

You pretty much would have orgasmed right there by that action.

Once Jake pulled your panties all the way down to your ankles, he pulled them off you. Chucking it somewhere.

His lips pressing hungry kisses up towards your legs, his lips making their way towards your inner thigh.

Once his mouth was hovering above your wet core, you writhed some more. Begging for him to eat you out.

“Please, please, eat me out.” You begged. As Jake’s warm breath fanned your wet core. Making a sensation form throughout your body.

Jake didn’t answer you verbally, instead, he pressed his mouth against your wet core.

His tongue slowly swiping up. Jake repeated that same action. His mouth still moulded on your wet core.

However, those licks made you want more. Making you grind your core onto his mouth. Making a moan escape your mouth.

One of Jake’s hands left your breast. Going down towards your hips. Pinning them to the couch.

Jake continued to move his tongue in a zig-zag pattern, for a little while. Then started to suck.

You let out a loud moan. Once he started to suck, your hands went straight to his hair. Fingers entangling in his hair. Sometimes raking your fingers through his hair, then gripping onto it for dear life, with every suck. Back arching. Legs wrapping around his head, locking him in place. Toes curling slightly. Head tilting back.

Euphoria pulsing through your veins.

Jake let go of your waist. His thumb going to your clit and rubbing rough circles. Making you moan louder.

It wasn’t too long before your orgasm came. The familiar sensation forming in the pit of your stomach.

Arching your back even more. Grinding against Jake’s mouth.

When you released your body shook. Toes curling, as far as they could. Fingernails digging into his skull. Moaning his name loudly.

Jake continued to suck after your orgasm finished.

Jake gave one last suck, before pulling away.

He quickly undid his jeans. Pulling them off. Then his boxers. Freeing his throbbing erection.

Your hand immediately gripped his shaft. Making Jake let out a loud groan. His head falling back.

You looked up at him through hooded eyes. Slowly bringing your mouth towards the base of his cock. Your tongue gliding up towards his tip.

Making Jake suck in a breath. Cursing. Your gaze still on his.

You then thrust your mouth down over his cock. Making Jake’s hands grip the side of your head. As you started to suck. Thrusting your head up and down.

Jake’s grip on your head getting tighter.

You used your saliva as lubricant. All the while looking at Jake through hooded eyes.

You started to stroke your hands up and down his shaft. While bobbing your head up and down. Still sucking on his cock.

Jake moaning and groaning loudly. Deepthroating you a couple of times.

Jakes cock starting to pulsate.

Just as you thought he was about to come, he pulled himself out of your mouth. Making you frown.

Jake grabbed a fistful of your hair. Pulling you up towards him.

“As much as I enjoy seeing your mouth filled with my cum, I want to fill that pretty pussy up with my cum instead.” Jake growled. His eyes darkened with lust and desire. His fingers rubbing your core roughly. Making you wet.

You nodded your head frantically. Making Jake smirk.

“Get on all fours.” He demanded. You quickly obeyed him. Turning around, and going on all fours.

Jake let out a moan. Gripping his shaft. Then guiding it towards your entrance. Lining it up.

Jake teased your glistening core with his tip. Making both of you moan.

Without so much of a warning, Jake entered you. Making both of you moan. Jake didn’t wait for you to adjust to his size. He pulled out and thrust back in.

His hands grabbing your hips roughly, as he thrust into you hard and roughly.

With every thrust, he pulled your hips back towards him.

Leaving both of you in a moaning mess.

Jake lowered his head down towards the nape of your neck. Biting down hard.

It wasn’t too long before your second orgasm arose.

Gripping onto the edge of the couch. Moving your hips back to meet Jake’s thrusts.

You could tell Jake was close to release.

“Come in me, baby, fill me up.” You moaned out.

Jake gave one final thrust before spilling his seed inside of you. His body convulsing. This triggered your orgasm to release.

Your juices mixing with his cum.

Jake pulled out of you. His cum and your juices dripping out of your core, and down your thigh.

Jake grabbed your hips, as he fell onto the couch.

You quickly moved your body, so your breasts were pressed against his sweaty body.

His fingers raking through your hair.

“I love you, babe.” Jake hummed.

“I love you, too.” You mumbled, against his sweaty chest.

“Christmas is always fun when there is sex involved.” Jake smirked. Making you chuckle.

“Oh, definitely.” You chuckled. Pressing a kiss against his sweaty chest. Drawing circles on his arm…

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awhilesince · 3 years

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Tuesday, 11 December 1838

8 10/..

12 1/4

fine white frosty morning – and seen out at 9 1/4 at which hour Fahrenheit 40 1/2° and breakfast in 3/4 hour –

then had Mark Hepworth who had waited ten minutes – paid me for the 3 horses sold yesterday at Bradford fair – (no! Mangnal sold at home before he (Mark) went to Bradford) – the gray (bought in 1835? of Cooper, York) £12.18.0 Blind gin (had put out a jack spavin £6.3.0 and Mangnal £9.10.0 and the 2 pigs £5 with a turn again of 1/. which I of course gave Mark and gave him a sovereign for his Trouble of selling the horses – will lend me one of his till he gets me one – thinks of going to York fair next week –

then had Holt for a moment – thought he had best see what Harper at the Stump X Cross would board and lodge Mr Hird’s Engine-men for – Had Throp – stood talking outside the door – and then left A– [Ann] to see his bill settled while I had Joseph Mann about his account during the time he was waiting of Robert Norton’s making him a straight edge for the Engine men who begin today to put up the Engine – Holt called for a minute on returning – Harper will board and lodge the men at 12/. a week each man – reasonable enough for he says they will want five pints of beer a day –

A– [Ann] rode off to Cliff hill at 11 1/2 – I wrote the above of today – and at accounts till 1 when went down to Mr Parker for about 40 minutes – came to know whether I would put off navigation stock selling to 1 February at 431 per share upon which I should have no Expense it being for a Mrs Wells who lived away years as housekeeper with the late Mr Wiliam Mitchell of Booth Town – selling at present 3 1/12 shares at 440 = 1356 – Expense 7 = £1349 + the interest to 1 February = at 4 per cent say one month £4.10.0 Ditto ditto at 431 = 1329 + 9 per cent dividend 28 = £1357 no Expense but loss of interest – to let Mr Parker know Tomorrow night whether to sell immediately or not

Told P– [Parker] the story of Greenwood’s stopping his midsummer’s rent towards his bill for papering etc at Northgate – and desired him to see him G– [Greenwood] about the Northgate land rent which is to be placed to his account – said the H–x [Halifax] fields ought to be £16 per annum – hoped to be able to pay Mr Wainhouse £500 this Xmas or beginning of next year –

Messieurs Busfield incumbent of Coley and Mr Wilson church warden waited almost from the 1st of Mr Parker’s coming – came to ask A– [Ann] and myself to subscribe towards warming Coley church – I declined for myself said I would Tell Miss W– [Walker] but that if she chose to give anything she would send it – and if not, they would suppose she intended to decline like myself giving anything – 3 or 4 minutes with the gentlemens –

then out with Robert Mann – 1000 bricks wanted for the Engine house at Listerwick – to be taken from the pile left in the garden – out with Robert – with him in the ground above the low fish pond (with Robert from 12 50/.. to about 1 1/2 when came back expecting Holt) – and at the Conery – walling 5 feet high against the Allen Car and against the upper Conery would be 5/. a rood – 10 loads (2 horse) per rood of stone – would be 9d [pence] a yard getting at Hipperholme quarry – would go 7 times a day to bottom of Allen Car – and 6 I should think to the Conery –

had just written the last 20 lines at 2 p.m. – then at accounts and memoranda till 2 40/.. having had small parcel from Mr Harper York continuing working drawing for Tower study Chimney piece and 2 pages civil letter – enclosing the account of Messieurs Sturgess that I had the other day – Booth had best send his accounts before Mr H– [Harper] comes – will be here on Wednesday the 18th instant –

‘Have you seen the inscriptive embellishment Mr Crossland has affixed to the external frieze of the large room at Northgate? I wrote to him about it, but instead of removing it he only changed the letters from black to gold – I told him if he had not had your sanction, I thought you would not approve of it and I suppose he thought golding the letters would make them more palatable’ –

As C– [Crossland] chooses to embellish his own way, I will let alone mine – I will do no more – neither paint nor anything – I conclude he suits the taste of his customers – I have not seen the place since my return – Had just so far at 2 50/.. – It seems to me that

3 1/12 shares at £440 = 1356.0.0

1 months interest at 4 per cent 4.10.0

1360.10.0

Expense 10/. per cent on purchase) monthly to be paid to Mr Ridsdale) common on selling suppose) 7.0.0

1353.10.0

3 1/12 shares at £431 = 1329.0.0

9 per cent x months Dividend 27.15.0

1356.5.0

no Expense save loss of) 1 months interest) 4.10.0

1352.5.0

wrote to Messieurs P– [Parker] and A– [Adam] tonight to say Sell immediately – had just written and determined thus at 3 5/.. –

from 3 1/4 to 4 10/.. wrote 3 pages to Mrs Duffin –

‘Shibden hall – Tuesday 11 December 1838. my dear Mrs Duffin – It was very good of you to write to me so soon – I am sorry to say, you may be sure I want you to do me some favour, or my own idle pen would not greet you again thus early – But I give you trouble, I must set down a word or two that concern me more at heart than all I have to ask for – I had no idea that yourself and Mr Duffin had suffered so much, – the one from idleness, the other from musing and anxiety – I do hope with all my spirit that we may recover our strength entirely, the utmost strength one can expect, at 68, and that even at a perceived twenty years later, a life so valued as that of our excellent friend, may still eke out for some while longer – I owe much to Mr Duffin – I know, and think of, am grateful for it – and, come when it may, the hour that must deprive us all of him who has done so much for us and many, you will not perhaps have truer sympathy from others than from me – But give my love, and kind regards, and say for me all you think will be most agreeable – I am glad Isabella received my letter – tell her with my love, it would give me great pleasure to hear from her; but I neither think of nor expect it – I should be glad to see her here – but ….. now for domestic wants and troubles – may I ask you to send Thomas to the Register offices (unless he knows somebody likely to suit us) to inquire for a footman – and may I ask you still more? to see the man, and do for us as you would do for yourself (if you dare dare so much) assured of thus thus doing us the greatest service – the wages and clothes you would give – the requisites you would require – honest, sober, willing to stay at home, good temporaril ‘if such good luck may be within reach – the house is still so unfinished, that a stranger would suppose all yet to do – It is my miserable task for oak-wainscot that is in fault – but in an eight-centenary house like this, I like not plaster and paper – we have hardly them to stir in – Think of us without maid, (left our Frenchwoman in Paris) footman, good cook or good kitchen maid – Yet we have roast necks of mutton, and cutlets, and the like, and keep body and soul together by dint of a certain good fellowship between the latter not dependent upon dainty eating – I am glad how Eliza Raine is so well – I have brought my papers from Paris, but have not had time to look into them – But for you, I do not think I should give myself one moments trouble on the subject of the eventual disposition of her property – I may not survive her – I cannot fancy Mrs Anne looking too old to have at least some reminder of prettiness! – I remember her only as she used to be – I wish I could do this kindness to all the world – Love to Mr Duffin and the Norcliffes, etc Ever affectionately yours AL– Anne Lister Miss Walker’s kind regards’ –

had just written so far at 4 35/.. – then wrote ‘Messieurs P– Parker and A– Adam solicitors H–x [Halifax]’ Shibden hall – Tuesday evening 11 x December 1838 –

‘Sir – I think you had best sell the navigation stock immediately – I am, Sir, etc etc etc A Lister’ –

A– [Ann] returned about 4 3/4 and staid with me a few minutes – then went downstairs and gave the working drawing of the Tower Chimney piece – out in the farm yard a few minutes with John – A– [Ann] sent for me – she wrote to Mrs William Henry Rawson to say Mrs Ann Walker much better and would be glad to see her any time –

dinner at 6 1/4 – coffee between 8 and 9 – skimmed over the paper – came upstairs at 10 35/.. – fine day – thick fog in the afternoon from between 3 and 4 – Fahrenheit 40° in my study at 10 35/.. p.m. – with A– [Ann] till after 12 –

Samuel Booth poorly – John took to the post this evening my letter to ‘Mrs Duffin Petergate York’ and my note to P– [Parker] and A– [Adam]

reference number: SH:7/ML/E/22/0079, SH:7/ML/E/22/0080

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2019 Draco x Reader Secret Santa Gift Exchange - - Inevitable

masterlist request guidelines i know, i know...it’s been a bit. this is for @eltanin-malfoy ‘s secret santa gift exchange.

pairing: draco x reader

requested: kind of! this is part of the xmas gift exchange :)) also i hate to say this but i kind of deviated from the request...i wanted to make it a bit longer and didn’t like how it specified how they were the only two students left at hogwarts...wanted to mix it up some :)))))))))

summary: ravenclaw y/n is remaining at hogwarts over the holidays to study for N.E.W.T.S while her family is away on business. despite never really having been close to him before, y/n begins to form an unlikely connection.

warnings: just swearing and underage drinking and a mention of a sexual relationship between snape and a student (don’t worry...NOT the central focus and just an anecdote provided).

a/n: damn....it’s really been like....almost two months. i’ve been logging on and off occasionally to see what’s been going on. i know that there were a lot of requests over the summer that kind of sunk that i never got to, and to that i’m very sorry. maybe one day i’ll be able to get back to them (i’m thinking of doing so over the next summer!!). i’m so so so thankful for the fact that you guys are still here, reading my content and enjoying draco malfoy as much as i am. i love this community and feel very blessed to be a part of it.

music recs: any christmas music!!

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“And you’re sure that you’re alright with staying behind?”

Y/N sighed, twisted her hair into a knot behind her neck in a nervous gesture. “Yes, Mum. It’s really okay. I hope you and Dad have a good time in Paris.”

“You know we won’t,” her mother said. “I can’t believe we have to work through the holidays.”

“I’m sorry Mum.” Y/N took a glance out the window, watching the rest of her friends leave the grounds with the intention of catching the train back to London. “If it makes you feel any better, I think I’m one of the only students staying here this winter. I’ll just be working too.”

“Be sure to write often.” There was a brief pause before Y/N could hear some commotion in the background, and her mother’s face, which had previously been gazing at her from the common room coals turned. “I’ve got to go, dearie. Love you!”

With that, the fire was extinguished, and Y/N was left to sit alone in the empty Ravenclaw common room. It was rather dark now that the sun was hanging lower in the sky, and every sound she made echoed. She had never noticed just how much space her housemates took up until they had gone home.

Once Y/N had gotten over her miniature pity party, she gathered up her robes and headed down to the dining hall. There was one particular Slytherin girl, Daphne, who she knew was staying behind for sure. There was something about the Slytherin house staying over the holiday break to study for N.E.W.T.S...or perhaps all their parents had gotten sick of them and their snooty attitudes by this point.

Y/N snorted ungraciously at this notion as she entered the dining hall, pushing open the two large doors. The eerie hum of quiet chatter hit her ears instead of the familiar roar of 4 houses, and her footsteps echoed--actually echoed--as she made her way to the Ravenclaw table. She quickly changed her mind when she saw Daphne waving at her from the sparsely populated Slytherin table.

“Over here, Y/L/N,” she called, shoving someone who was sitting next to her to the side. Y/N couldn’t get a good look at who it was, but the long, flowing dark locks suggested that it was Pansy. “Move, Pans. We have special company.”

Y/N gratefully accepted the offer, ditching her completely empty table and sliding in next to her Potions partner.

“Thanks, Greengrass.” Y/N never understood the Slytherin obsession with calling acquaintances by their last name, but on Merlin was she going to follow that rule whilst she was the only friend she had.

“Of course,” Daphne responded, daintily picking at the food on her plate while Y/N grabbed a roll and spooned stew into her bowl. “Just don’t embarrass us too much, you know. Blue and green just don’t really...vibe well. We’ll have to get you a Slytherin tie for the holidays if you don’t want to be harassed in the common room.”

“In the...what?”

“In the common room,” Pansy said, barely looking up from her own plate. “You don’t seriously think we’re going to leave you to go up to an empty dorm every night, right?”

“Does...that....huh?” Y/N knew that her mouth was gaped unceremoniously open, but she didn’t know how else to act. The Slytherins were...inviting her to live with them?

“Yeah, Pans and I have an extra bed now that Millicent is off in Peru on holiday,” Daphne said nonchalantly.

“Does that mean I get to call you Daphne now, or...”

She laughed, her perfectly straight white teeth glinting in the light. “If it makes you happy. Only me though. Or Pansy. Anyone else will have a bit of an attitude.”

Y/N smiled nervously, pushing her stew around with a spoon. “I really wasn’t expecting this, Thanks for not making me spend the holidays completely alone.”

“Honestly,” Pansy said, rolling her eyes. “I don’t get why people give Slytherins such a selfish rap. Look at how empathetic and caring we are.”

Y/N laughed, casting her eyes up from her food and taking in the table. The 6th year Slytherins were well-represented, with Zabini, Nott, and....Malfoy? She frowned at him. Malfoy had blabbed the entire year to all of his croonies about how well-regarded he was in family and how he was such an integral part of his father’s work. It was surprising to see him at Hogwarts and not home, where he would’ve been much more useful to his family. The extra line in his scowl suggested to Y/N that he was well aware of the fact and was staying against his will. Then again, she could’ve been wrong. She’d had some classes with him, but they’d never personally spoken, but it didn’t take much for her to draw the conclusion that he was a spoiled prat.

She had been so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t think to pull her eyes away when Malfoy turned away from his conversation with Zabini, his head tilting in her direction. His grey eyes snapped up from the table to meet hers, and she jerked away the moment they made contact. Y/N stared at the table as nonchalantly as she could, counting 7 cracks in the wood before she felt confident enough to peek back up again. Malfoy was turned back around, talking a bit more animatedly to his friends.

That was weird she thought, putting her energy back into her stew. I’m never looking that direction again.

<^>

The Slytherin bunk beds felt slightly more comfortable than the Ravenclaw ones. “Daddy’s money always makes for a thicker cushion,” Pansy said to this observation as she rifled through her drawers, trying to find a few acceptable pieces for Y/N to borrow. “I don’t have an extra jumper, but I’ll be right back. I know someone who does.”

“Isn’t this kind of extra?” Y/N asked Daphne as Pansy dashed off through the open dorm door. “I’ll just avoid wearing blue stuff. I swear.”

She laughed at this, tossing an extra Slytherin tie on Y/N’s bed. “It’s weird. I think it’s kind of a Slytherin thing. It’s fun to indoctrinate you or something like that.”

“Kind of kinky.”

The two snickered as Y/N continued to unpack her things into Millicent’s now empty drawer, shoving her sweats and unmarked sweaters to fit as much as she could.

“I wouldn’t go that far, but if it floats your boat.”

“You’re gonna love me for this,” a prim voice sang from the doorway. Y/N turned to see Pansy holding a bundle of clothes. “Full set of Slytherin robes. I say that you try and convince everyone that you’ve been in this house the whole time.”

Y/N cackled at this. “I feel like I’m rooming with absolute lunatics.”

“Because you are, darling.” Pansy flounced forward, pinching Y/N’s cheek. “Anyways. I say you get changed into something a little less...blue...and we go to the first Christmas party of the year. I hear it starts at 11.”

With that, the girls descended into a flurry of motion. Y/N slipped into one of Daphne’s deep emerald dresses, which felt more expensive than her family’s home, and prayed that it would stay intact for the rest of the night. She was never a wild partier, but she would never forgive herself if a rogue glass of mulled firewhiskey found its way onto the expensive velvet fabric. It felt uncomfortably tight and revealing, so she snatched the first Slytherin article of clothing she could find--what appeared to be a black cape with a snake emblem on it--and draped it over her shoulders.

“Let’s talk about girl things,” Pansy announced as she took out her makeup bag and sat herself in front of the mirror. Daphne smiled in exasperation. “I know all about Daphne’s vast experiences with Blaise, but I know nothing about you, Y/N. Got any horrid men messing up your educational experience?”

Y/N laughed as she finished trying to spell her hair smooth. “No. Not really. I wish. I was into this one guy in my Charms class this September, but he turned out to be a whole clown.”

“Oh, ick.” Pansy paused just long enough to make eye contact in the mirror and send her a disgusted expression. “I hate men. Except for mine, of course. “

“And that is...?” prodded Y/N.

“If I told you, it’d ruin all the fun,” Pansy teased. “He does look good in red, though. I’ll let you know that. Do with that information what you will.”

“A Gryffindor?! Aren’t you afraid that he’s gonna kill himself cliff-jumping over the holidays or something?”

“Oh, hush little Y/N. He’s here for a good time, not a long time.”

Daphne snorted from her corner of the room, sending Y/N a look that said “see what I have to deal with?”.

11 came around sooner than expected. Y/N’s dress was feeling tighter with each breath she took, her anxiety brewing within her. Despite being on friendly terms with Daphne for a season, she had never been invited to a Slytherin party, but she had heard plenty of morning after stories that left her wondering what really went on.

Now I’m going to find out she mused, running her fingerpads over her ring.

“Are you going to just stand here or are you going to open the door, kiddo?” Pansy’s voice sounded behind her, shaking her out of her thoughts.

“Don’t be fucking rude, Pans,” Daphne chided. “This is a monumental moment for Ravenclawkind.”

<^>

Y/N never thought that she’d see people getting absolutely trashed to Frank Sinatra’s christmas album, but her first Slytherin party shook this preconceived notion. The moment she stepped into the common room, Daphne pressed a hot goblet into her hand that was full of something that smelled suspiciously like fire.

“It’s a Slytherin specialty,” she explained. “Firewhiskey, but with more fire.”

Whatever it was, it tasted good. Really, really good. If Y/N hadn’t been so nervous, she would’ve downed the goblet in one go, but she knew better and only took small sips. Daphne and Pansy were a little less conservative, pouring themselves a third go before she had even finished her first.

“So proper,” Daphne managed to get out as she looked at Y/N, an amused expression on her face. “Come on and be festive.”

Y/N managed to hold off on heavy drinking and instead retired to a dark green leather armchair, choosing to people watch. The Slytherins were stumbling about in a fashion that was very unSlytherin-esque but oddly charming. Pansy was chatting up Nott and Malfoy, and when she saw Y/N sitting alone, she grabbed the two boys by the tie and dragged them over.

Malfoy didn’t look nearly as hammered as his companions as he stared daggers at Pansy’s hand, clutched at the emerald fabric encircling his neck. They were standing in front of her in moments with Pansy smiling goofily.

“Y/N, doll,” she began, dropping the ties and reaching out to grab Y/N’s hands. “Have you met my friends? Draco and Theo?”

“Why are you wearing my cape?” Draco’s voice cut past Pansy’s easily with his posh accent.

“Your...what? Are you talking to me?” Y/N asked, her mind clouded with confusion.

“Er, yeah,” Malfoy said, motioning towards the cloak settled over her shoulders. “That’s mine.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Y/N shifted awkwardly, working it off her shoulders and holding it out to him. “You can have it back, if you want. Pansy just said that I could borrow it.”

Malfoy stared at her, his silver eyes flickering in the dim light. He seemed very out of place--the Malfoy energy didn’t exactly match with the classic Christmas love songs that were echoing through the room.His pale hair reflected the festive green lights strung up around the dungeon ceiling and walls, making it look much colder than she thought it normally did.

It took him clearing his throat for her to realize that she’d been staring again and that no, he hadn’t reached out his arm to take the cape.

“It’s yours now,” he said stiffly.

“Ooooookaaaaay,” Pansy sang, slipping her arm through Nott’s and shoving Malfoy towards the couch. “Looks like you two need to talk this out! I’ll be going!”

With that, she darted off, leaving a very awkward looking Malfoy standing substantially closer to her.

“You can sit down if you want,” Y/N said, a wave a boldness washing over her. So what, he was cute, and there was nothing stopping her from talking to him now. “I don’t bite.”

He seemed receptive to this, settling down onto the couch and leaving a healthy distance between them. “Your name is Y/N, right?”

She was surprised by this. There was no point in time where she was referred to anything but Y/LN in front of him, but it appeared as if he somehow knew her first name anyways. “And you’re Draco?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want me to call you Draco or Malfoy?” she pushed, curling her legs up under her and turning to look at him better. Now that he was just about a foot away from her, she could see that his hair was slightly ruffled.

“Whichever you fancy,” he answered.

“Do we have Potions together?”

Before Draco could fully answer, there was an explosion of motion behind them and an infectious spread of laughter.

“Mistletoe!” Pansy gleefully shrieked from somewhere out of Y/N’s line of sight as a floating patch of greenery made its way through the common room air.

“The fuck is that?” Y/N cast a questioning look at Draco. “What’s the point of mistletoe if it doesn’t stay still?”

“It’ll stop in a moment. It goes to the pair with the most chemistry in the room.”

“That sounds kind of dangerous.”

“Oh, believe me.” Draco’s face broke into a rare smile, revealing dimples that Y/N had never seen before. “I heard that one time Snape walked in while that thing was floating about. It stopped over the heads of him and one of the 8th years. The cruelest thing is that it won’t leave the pair alone until they kiss.”

Y/N closed her gaping jaw and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I wish I could return to the point in my life where I didn’t know that information.”

He smiled a little wider, his eyes seeming to be a little warmer now. Their was a strange fluttering inside of Y/N’s stomach, but she chalked it up to the firewhiskey. The distance between them had shrunk significantly since they had first begun to talk, and now they were so close that Y/N could smell his cologne--a tasteful mix of pine and mint.

Her throat dried up as she saw Draco blink slowly, resting his chin in his hand and looking at her in a way that made her feel...not right. Wasn’t he supposed to be a prick? Her attention was caught by a flash of green leaves in her peripheral vision, speeding towards their direction.

“I should go,” she hastened, grabbing the cape and pulling it snug over her shoulders. His eyebrows raised the slightest bit in interest, but he didn’t seem to move at all. “I’ll....er....see you around, okay?”

With that, she booked it to her room.

<^>

“I’m never drinking again!” Pansy’s shrill voice awoke Y/N from a rather deep slumber. “I swear to Merlin, Daph! Never let me do that again!”

Y/N leaned over the side of the bunk, glaring down at the two girls. “Can you be a bit quieter? Some of us are trying to get some sleep here.”

Daphne rolled her eyes. “And some of us are trying to get up in time to get a good study spot in the library. Care to join us, princess?”

While it pained Y/N to admit, Daphne was probably right--every single student staying at Hogwarts over the break was there with the purpose of studying for N.E.W.T.S, meaning that the library was going to be overflowing. A quick glance at the clock on the wall confirmed her suspicions--most spots were probably already taken at 11 in the morning, and they’d be lucky to even find a table open at this time.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Y/N moaned, sliding down from the bunk to get dressed. They all readied quickly--after all, studying wasn’t the most glamorous event--and made their way down to the library.

“Damn, there’s only a few spots left open.” Daphne frowned as she surveyed the room. Sure enough, there were no empty tables, just scattered empty seats throughout the library.

“Guess we’re splitting up then,” Pansy said. “We can all meet up in an hour for lunch. Until then, good luck! I have some Wide-eye potion if either of your hangovers get too bad.”

Y/N snorted at this, turning away to find her own spot. If she was lucky, there’d be an empty seat by the windows that overlooked the forest. It was snowing, and she wanted nothing more than to watch snow fall as she revised.

Thankfully, there was exactly one empty seat, but unthankfully, this seat was next to a certain someone.

“Hi Draco,” she greeted, immediately wishing that she had just kept her mouth shut. Her tone of voice was way too cringy.

He looked up from his Charms essay, his face lighting up when he saw who it was. “Hello.”

“Do you mind if I sit here?” She motioned towards the empty chair, and he shook his head, even going as far as pulling out the chair for her. “Thanks.”

Draco nodded but turned his attention back to his essay, dipping his quill back into his inkwell and continuing to write. Y/N rested her chin in her hand as she watched the snow swirl outside the window and paint the trees white.

After a bit, she unpacked her books and began to read up on outlawed hexes. Every once and a while, Draco’s elbow would bump her arm as he immersed himself in his essay.

“Isn’t that my tie?” Draco asked, his voice breaking the silence.

“What?” Y/N’s eyes cast down to the Slytherin tie she had haphazardly thrown on that morning and caught something she hadn’t noticed before--the Malfoy crest.

“Oh,” she said. “Pansy gave me a whole bundle of things. I’m assuming all of it was yours. I don’t plan on keeping this stuff, by the way. Once I go back to Ravenclaw, I’m never wearing green again.”

“Shh!” A random student looked up from their work to glare at Y/N. She whispered a quick apology before turning back to admire Draco’s amused expression.

“Those are fighting words,” he told her simply, quirking an eyebrow and tapping his lip with his quill like he was thinking.

“Can I see your quill?” she asked suddenly, holding her palm out. The feather was something she had never seen before--it shimmered with some kind of charm that projected silver light. Without a word in response, he passed it to her, his hand dragging across her palm for a second as he placed it in her hand. She shivered--his hand was surprisingly warm considering his fairly cool demeanor.

“It’s beautiful,” she breathed. “Very wintery.”

“That’s not a word,” he said matter-of-factly, but one glance at him was enough to tell that he wasn’t being serious.

“You’re insufferable,” Y/N told him. “But you must know that.”

His face broke into another smile, lines forming around his silver eyes. “Insufferably wonderful.”

“Seriously, can you guys shut up?” the same Slytherin asked from the other end of the table. “Some of us are actually trying to work.”

“Yeah, take a walk if you guys can’t be quiet,” another Slytherin added.

Draco sent them both a death glare that made them turn back around and get back to their work without another word of caution.

“Maybe I should leave,” Y/N offered, motioning to the blizzard outside. “I like the snow anyways. You can come with me if you’d like.”

His dimples pressed into his cheeks again at this as he packed up his things, a bit haphazardly and carelessly. “I think a walk sounds great.”

The two made their way out of the library, passing by Pansy who sent them a curious look. The library doors were obnoxiously loud to open, and it took both of them throwing all of their weight into them to get out.

“I hear they’re harder to open the more students are inside,” said Y/N absentmindedly.

“And where did you read that?”

“Hogwarts: a History, I think.”

“Of course.” Draco seemed amused at this--which was admittedly a great look on him. Today he had worn a white collared shirt, the collars barely peeking out of the dark green jumper he wore over it. That color always looked absolutely stunning next to his near-white hair...something made Y/N feel warm for noticing.

“So....er....” Y/N struggled to stay upright on a particularly slick patch of ice. Draco’s arm shot out to steady her. “Oh, er, thanks. Are you enjoying the holidays?”

His eyes crinkled at the edges. “Yes, I guess so. You?”

“They could be better.” One of his eyebrows arched. “Er, no, I mean, not because of you, because of all the studying I have to get done.”

“I almost forgot you were a Ravenclaw,” he teased. A few snowflakes had nestled themselves into his eyelashes, and he looked indescribable to Y/N.

He cleared his throat, and Y/N stopped staring.

They walked in silence around the grounds for a bit, and Y/N cursed herself for not wearing any gloves. The winter air swirled with snowflakes that stuck to her bare skin, and Y/N shivered a little more with every step she took.

“D’you want my--”

Draco’s proposition was cut short by the sound of something whizzing through the air.

“How did that get out of the common room?” Draco said instead, motioning with his head to the flying patch of greenery that was coming their way.

“I guess it doesn’t matter. It’s out now.”

The two waited awkwardly for a few seconds, and Y/N was sure that they were both praying that the mistletoe would change its course and veer back in the direction of the castle, but it didn’t. It made its way straight for them, hardly stopped at all through the battering of the blizzard.

It stopped only when it was directly above the two of them. When Y/N tried to lean away, it was like she hit a forcefield that forced her back in, even closer to Draco. He seemed concerned at this, running his fingers through his hair once and sighing.

“I guess this was inevitable,” he said, offering further explanation when he saw Y/N’s confused expression. “I saw it heading towards us last night. If we had gone to another Christmas party, I’m sure it would’ve found us anyways.”

“Maybe it’s better that it’s here than in public,” Y/N mused. Before she could add anything else, Draco took his gloves off and took her hands in his.

“Another reason why this was inevitable,” he began, dropping her right hand to brush a strand of hair away from her face, “Was that I was planning on doing this anyways.”

final a/n: sorry i really really didn’t feel like writing a kiss scene and also i procrastinated and started this yesterday and that was NOT the move i’m so so sorry kings and queens and nonbinary royalty--i hope you can enjoy the lead-up and use your imagination to fill in the blanks that i have left (please please please don’t kill me). alright love u all and merry xmas. wonders of ohio is coming out soon and is in progress

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No kiss very rainy morning - downstairs to Mr. Husband at 8 40 - he brought the plan and estimate of new house and barn at Hilltop £250 - out ¼ hour in the stable - James altering the flagging - breakfast at 9 ¼ - A- did her French - Mr. Harper cam at 9 ¾ for 10 minutes then went with Mr. Husband to the wheel-race to return in ½ hour - damp and small rain - and F52 ½° at 10 - In my study making memoranda till 10 35 Mr. Horner came to A- at 10 10 - from 10 35 to about 11 ½ out about - at the Lodge - Abraham setting the fire grate upstairs - James finished the front stable and did the cow house (to get the water off better) - 2 hewers undercover - Robert + 4 as yesterday (Wood better and at his work) and the 2 one-horse carts, and the gardener - John Booth went to H-x and cleaned the brown carriage for tomorrow - Robert Schofield and Joseph Sharpe walling up gaps at Listerwick - the 2 plasterers as yesterday - the 2 York joiners doing the front stable - Mr. Harper set out the hall stair case and cellar - Mr. Harper with me from a little before 12 to 4 - he had luncheon at 12 but I did not leave the room - settled about everything - the water in the wheel-race to be carried off directly opposite to the wheel instead of at either corner the corners of the wheel-race (low-end) being bevelled off into the goit - consented immediately, saying I thought this the best plan - Long time settling about the butler’s pantry (buttery) fire-place - could not be done (saving the present appearance outside) with being turned into the drab room flue, and damp set to prevent smoke in the drab-room when no fire there - I did not like this and proposed the plan (adopted) of putting corbels (like those outside) over the drab-room fire-place and carrying the new flue up so as to rest on them - Mr. Harper owned he should not dislike the appearance of this - it would require in the doing but Mr. Husband might manage it - 2 more joiners to be sent from York - explained about the East tower - the permanent tower (according to Mr. Harper’s drawings) to be done - he thought we could not get the temporary convenience wanted (Scullery and men-servants room) - I proposed entresoling it - the tower is 3 stairs high - would get the scullery 6 to 7ft. high a little sunk (2ft.) and lightened by the lower ½ of the round-floor window –(1 row of light, above another as in the hall) and the menservants’ room lightened the upper ½ of the same ground floor room window - Mr. Harper caught the idea immediately and said it could easily be done - then I planned the kitchen door opening into the tower, a sort of porch left in it - could easily be filled up afterwards - yes! Mr. H- said it could be done - told him to make working drawings - and set the tower out so that nothing might be done to interfere with it - the plan above the scullery and menservants room exactly as in the drawings - sitting room for A- an 2nde and library for me an 3me lightened from the flat battlemented roof besides other windows - a watercloset too could be got - the inside of the square (of the tower) about 7 yards x 6 yards, so that plenty of room - the kitchen to remain as it is at present till the east tower is done - said I would put up a screen before the present kitchen door leaving a 6ft. wide passage to get round into the new court for the present and lower the ground before the house the 2ft. always proposed and thro’ all down in the present court but the brew house to remain temporary for a shed for the workmen - said I could make the present old walls as substitute for Mrs. Harper’ terrace wall for the present - with all which Mr. Harper seemed satisfied - Nelson could do the East tower in 2 months - but could not be let off from Northgate till January - Mr. H- would rather have N- do the corn-mill and left Booth do the east tower as well as the west - the back Lodge much wanted but nothing more to be said about it just now - impossible for Booth to get on with it now - had already more to do than he could well manage - Mr. Harper not for a brick oven - thought it an expensive sort of thing took so much heating - I said not much - but he owned that coal was plentiful - I shall have a brick oven - Mr. H- would see Greenwood about seeing A. Green about the mill - Mr. H- satisfied about the parquet - to send drawings - shewed me the design very simple of the gallery - parquet at Haddon hall - said I should like this design - he was quite satisfied about the purchase of oak-stoves - Parqueterie; marqueterie; i.e. different sorts of wood inlaid, but buhl inlaying with brass - Mr. H- (Booth present) gave directions about the flagging round the house (north front) - Housemaids’ closet may very well be where I proposed in the quondam entrance to the hall chamber

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will get the duplicate keys - I said for 6 door locks cellar, kitchen, servants hall etc and a set of (12?) cupboard door-locks (all the same key) - Lodge to be painted oak - Grim of no value to Mr. Harper -I may get rid of him as I like - (will hang him for his uselessness and mischief - rain away the other way the duck we were to have for dinner - no tidings of Mr. Gray - his family began to be rather alarmed - have only from him once since his leaving them - Mr. Harper went at 4 - then a few minutes out - then walked with A- to the hut and one turn and then back - then had Mark Hepworth paid him his farming bills for the 9DW fallow at Hilltop, labour and carting line (18doz. 8 sacks) - £20.17.2 but Mark wished me to keep the money for the rent of the 3 grass fields let till 1 November next for £20 be paid at Xmas - did keep the £20 on this a/c and paid Mark the balance 17/2 - then paid Robert Mann - Joseph Mann - the sawyer (Hainsworth’s for this week up to last night) and Robert Schofield - then out ½ hour in the old paddock and about till 6 55 - a minute or 2 with my aunt - dinner at 7 10 - coffee upstairs A- read a little French and sat with her looking into her Genealogical atlas till 9 ¾ then 25 minutes with my aunt - very poorly - I see no amendment - she cannot bear to speak for fear of sickness and what she does say is so indistinct, I can scarce understand - then till 11 10 wrote all the above of today - Rainy till between 11 and 12 - (about 11 ¼) - afterwards fair, but dampish yet finish afternoon and evening - F47° now at 11 10 pm

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Your Name Here: ____. | JJK

summary: Studying the Fae always seemed like a great idea, and it was-- You just didn’t count on that particular being to be so... Captivating. His face definitely helped his trickster ways. Maybe that’s how you fell for the oldest trick of all: “Give me your name”.

pairing: fae!jjk x elf!reader (named) genre: fantasy au | fae!jungkook | fairy!jungkook | fluff | one shot | strangers to lovers word count: 18k cw: very subtle smut if you can even call it that note: me, the biggest copycat of all but also not !! this was my 2018 XMas gift to @gguktarts, and since i HAVENT HAD THE TIME TO SIT DOWN AND WRITE QOO (i am so sorry life is v hard at the moment) -- so asking for some permish, as an apology for not posting for two weeks straight: here y’all gooooo

The forest was vast, clear, and prospering. Its canopy was dominated by walnut, pine, and cedar; their leaves and branches allowing just enough light to pass down for a flood of mushrooms to claim the branch and twig loaded ground below. Thick vines dangled from every tree, and a range of flowers, which desperately tried to avoid the shadows, were a welcome change in the otherwise brown and green landscape. A variety of noises, mostly belonging to small creatures, brightened up the forest and added to the trickling sounds of a gentle river stream.

You trekked your way throughout it, wary of your steps, but already knowing the path like the back of your hand. It was a long walk from the house to your destination, but it was nothing compared to the travels you made to get to where you are now. And frankly, it was worth it. The discoveries you made over the past few months made your journeys a total success. It all started when you lived in Everwind.

The city home to Elves was forged on the bottom of a mountain. It was erected there due to the healing properties the mountain had, which was of great importance to your people. It was a graceful place. Ceramic rooftops, maple wood walls and a frozen waterfall gave Everwind an enchanting air. It was known for alchemy, carpentering and jewel crafting. For 125 years you grew up there alongside your best friends, Lorelynn and Jackson. Eventually, Lorelynn moved away with her family to Roseshire due to business reasons. It was another elven township, settled at a grotto. Roseshire prided itself with their advances in medicine, alchemy and herbalism. From previous visits, you found it stunning, like Everwind, similar in its architecture and nature, but with a deeper and stronger connection to magic.

You and Jackson were left as a duo who then decided to travel for research and study once you turned 180 and 200 respectively. He stuck by you, though being of noble bloodline and birthright, since he preferred a much calmer life than that of a noble elf. You were drawn to the study of different beings and creatures, and witchcraft, and it was that interest that led you to the village of South Vale. Located on the edge of a glade the village is home to various magical creatures like Dwarves, Elves, Fauns, Witches, Mermaids, etc. The village’s main pride was an ancient water source, which natives believed was the source of their prosperity. Though it was just a village to most, with its oak wood rooftops and walls, and luscious gardens, South Vale’s atmosphere wasn’t like any other. Their main economic rise was due to their blacksmithing. Alchemy and animal training were of their better scholar activities, but their biggest strength is rare herbalism. You took especially to alchemy and herbalism. It was here where you met a much older witch, who was the one to guide you in your witchcraft studies. She was your mentor, and you were very grateful for it.

By the time you were 195 years old, you heard word of Lorelynn’s engagement to a Roseshire Elf named Yoongi who, from what you knew, was a medical student with a thrive for alchemy and herbalism, much like yourself. You had made note of that for when you met him, have something to bond over. It wasn’t usual for Elf folk to get engaged and have weddings, but with Lorelynn’s fascination with the human traditions of marriage, she needed a grandiose event like such, to proclaim their love further.

So, she ended up having a wedding in Everwind, since the waterfall “would make for the perfect ceremonial portrait backdrop”. You and Jackson decided to arrive a few days early to Everwind, in order to catch up and help with what she needed in a timely manner. You met Yoongi and he acclimated well with the temporary reunion of the trio. It wasn’t until after the wedding that you found out that Lorelynn wasn’t living in Roseshire anymore. She had moved about a year prior with Yoongi to Glistening Woods, where he tended to the locals in his medical clinic, and Lorelynn set up her bakery. The move was originally because she had apparently fallen victim to a strange allergy to Fae Dust. The mention of such was a first, and especially the fact that she would be visited by Fae, constantly being pulled tricks on. You envied such contact, but not the allergies, however. Fae were creatures you had yet to encounter, yet to study. They were so rare to find, that it was a small shock to discover the existence of Fae life in Roseshire.

A quarter of a century later, your mentor, well-versed in foretelling paths, insisted that your destiny lay in Glistening Woods, deep within the Silver Forest. It was of great importance that you went there, so she said, and maybe settled there for a period of time in order to progress on your studies. With no other explanation, and not ever once doubting your mentor, you and Jackson set foot once again in travel, heading to Lorelynn’s new home in Glistening Woods. After arriving the first day, you decided to drop by the bakery, as you heard all the way from various travellers that “If you’re heading to Glistening Woods, make time to stop by the Flour Pot”, which of course was the name of your elven friend’s bakery, and it seemed to draw in a lot of clientele. It was there that Lorelynn offered to put you up at her house, to avoid having to pay pesky prices at inns or struggle to find a personal lodging of sorts. So long as you and Jackson helped around the house and the bakery from time to time, of course. Not that either of you minded. A helping hand in exchange for baked goods and shelter? It was a better deal than any lodging could offer.

Of course, you only told Lorelynn that your reason for coming to these areas was for study, which was true, but when you found what your mentor meant by progressing your studies, it far too much to explain to Lorelynn, at least not yet. She would absolutely have you at the stake if she knew what you were up to. If she knew the reason, she had been getting a more sensitive nose was not due to just a dusty house…

Deep within the woods, after months of walking through it, searching for whatever it was that your Elder Witch meant, you found it. A mushroom circle, deep within the forest, where four Fae seemed to gather almost every day. You now spent most of your days coming near the circle, studying them. You were enthralled. By their ways, their personalities, their clothes, their looks. Specifically, the looks of one of the four Fae. They obviously knew you were gawking, studying, but they didn’t see you as a threat, so they let you continue. Even sometimes trying to show off just for the sake of tampering very slightly with your studies.

While you were caught up in the moment staring at the youngest looking Fae, you ended up making eye contact for the first time, something you avoided constantly. He winked at you, sending flutters through your stomach and forcing you to end your studies a bit early. You hastily packed your things, leaving only the small offering of sweets that you have now accustomed to bringing every time you visit, as a thank you for allowing you to study them for hours.

On the way back out of the forest, you felt a… presence. It wasn’t threatening so you paid no mind to it, since your thoughts were elsewhere. Back to that Fae who for a split second you locked eyes with. How dare he wink? How dare you get all red in the face and nervous in the stomach? He was just an attractive Fae, they all were, but… By being lost in your thoughts of him, and only paying attention to your steps below, you failed to look forwards before bumping head first into something. With a step back and a sharp glance up, you noted it wasn't something, but rather someone, and not just any someone… But a Fae… That Fae… You had only ever seen him from a distance, and he was still beautiful, but from this proximity, he was sculpted like a God. He had both soft and sharp facial features, his black hair a playful mess, his expression was about as curious as a rabbit. He had a glow to him, warm and inviting, but his mischievous orbs quickly reminded you of who he was, of what he was. And you couldn’t fall for it. The sly grin spreading on his face meant he knew what you had realized. You felt your face slowly burn at his never-ending stare as he towered over you, and for the first time, you felt small.

“Hello,” He let out slowly, his voice smooth and enticing. “you’re leaving rather early today.” So, they noticed… He noticed and had to come all the way over here to let you know.

“I have some responsibilities to tend to.” You didn’t really know what to say, but you didn’t want to let him know you left because he made you nervous.

“More important than studying me? You hurt my feelings.” He snickered, there was a glint in his eyes you couldn’t place. It made your knees weak. He raises an eyebrow at your silence, you forgot to answer. “I’ll let you get to them then. I look forward to another chance like this. And another of these.” He pulled out a piece of sunflower bread you left behind as offering, took a bite of it, and gave you one more wink before turning into nothing but smoke and Fae dust.

Flustered, you made your way out of the Silver Forest and back to the outskirts of Glistening Woods. The woodland was settled along the banks of modest rivers and is truly an extraordinary marvel. Its elegance is only matched by the backdrop of a majestic Silver Forest which helped shape the city to what it is today. The climate this forest brought was of great importance for its fauna and flora, but it was also influential when it came to architectural designs as most buildings have been built with both materials and stylistic shapes of the forest.

You could see the outline of Lorelynn’s house as you approached it. From the outside the house looked old, but wonderful. It had been built with oak wood with mahogany wooden decorations. Large, octagon windows let in plenty of light and have been added to the house in a very symmetric way. The building is shaped like a circle, partially surrounded by glass overhanging panels on two sides. The roof is high and rounded and is covered with red ceramic tiles. Two small chimneys sit at the side of the house. The house itself is surrounded by a gorgeous garden, including various trees, bushes, flowers and a pond. While about to enter, you are met with Yoongi, dressed and ready to go to his clinic.

“Hey, Yoongi. Off to work?”

“Oh, hey Rowen. Back so…” He stopped mid sentence, and you could hear a sniff. He opened the door behind him and motioned for you to follow him. You didn’t hesitate, but you started to get a bit nervous. Inside, the first floor is equipped with a huge kitchen and two bathrooms, it also has a modest living room, two bedrooms, a roomy dining area, and a study. Yoongi went up the stairs to the newly added second floor. It was a bit smaller than the first, but part of it hangs over the edge of the floor below, creating an overhang on one side and a balcony on the other. This floor has a slightly different style than the floor below, as it only has two bedrooms, one bathroom and a study. Several small windows let in just enough light to the rooms below the roof. Your room, thankfully, owned both the study and balcony. Which is where Yoongi ended up taking you. He stepped in first, but let you go into the study deeper before closing the door behind him.

“You found the Fae.” His words caught you off guard, but you should have expected them. “The ones by the mushroom circle in the forest, correct?”

“Uh…” Before you could begin to formulate any kind of excuse, Yoongi brought his hand up in pause.

“Don’t worry. At least now I know why Lorelynn’s been having allergies lately. Though this is the first time I can smell the dust, were you really close to them?” He spoke, as if already knowing about the many times you went. Which was now obvious.

“Only one got too close, I guess I have residue of his departure.” He nodded with a small ‘hmm’. But a question did arise in you.

“Actually, I thought Lorelynn said that you guys moved here because there were no Fae in these parts… How’d you know about the mushroom circle?” Your question caused him to exhale heavily and put a hand on his neck.

“Well, I lied to Lorelynn about it. Everwind is the only place with no Fae reports whatsoever, but she didn’t want to go back. This was the next best thing, since there are not many here. She doesn’t know that though. So, I simply put up a protection spell to prohibit Fae from entering property grounds, but they never leave the forest from what I’ve gathered. So, it’s okay for her to wander around the city. But now…”

“Oh… I’m sorry. I’ll try to keep the dust at bay even more diligently from now on.” With that, you casted a quick clean up spell to eliminate the specs of Fae dust you have brought in today.

“Thank you, but I do fear that if one got close to you... Nothing, I should get going now then.” He shook his head in dismissal and made his way out of the study, before stopping to add one more thing. “Oh, and Rowen? Be careful with them… Don’t fall into their tricks.”

You gave him a curt nod, if there was anything to know about Fae, is that they are sly tricksters and con artists. “You got it. Have a good shift!” He knocked once on the door and saluted you before leaving.

You put your hands through your curls as you let out a breath. You needed to be more careful with what you were doing. And not only you, but Jackson too. You figured you should shower and change out of your Fae intoxicated clothes. You had already casted the spell, but you can never be too sure.

Now being sure that you were 100% clean, you headed out for the Flour Pot to meet up with Jackson and Lorelynn, you were hoping you were still on time for the surprise today. From the outside the bakery looked cosy, clean and cheerful. Large and small stones and marble details make up most of the building's outer structure. As you enter the bakery through the hardwood door, you're immediately welcomed by the smell of fresh baked pastries. It's as enchanting inside as it is on the outside. The walls were bright and gave a feeling of serenity. Rounded wooden beams support the upper floor and the variety of flowerpots attached to them. The Flour Pot draws in an alarming number of clients from all over, surely based off 50% Lorelynn’s charm and 50% her undeniably delicious pastries, which often leads to exciting stories. When you were first traveling to Glistening Woods, you did hear rumours about this bakery being famous, and judging by the warmth and joy radiating through the bakery, it's probably because of that.

Lorelynn and Jackson were both hard at work on the counter, decorating a batch of cookies. Even though they were busy, they managed to welcome you warmly. The bakery was surprisingly empty, besides an elder human couple, sitting by the window sipping on tea and sharing a lemon cake; and yourself. You sat on a stool in front of the counter, reaching quickly for one of the newly decorated cookies. Often your hand would have been swatted, but miraculously not today.

“What’s the occasion?” You asked as you munched on a classic chocolate chip cookie. Soft baked, her specialty. “You never let me eat them like this.”

“Well,” Lorelynn spoke’s busy hands and eyes never left her cookies. She was a lazy elf… She only turned to magic the moment she realized she could use it to do all the pesky chores she often hated. But when it came to her baking, the only magic allowed was that of her own skills. Jackson moved out of that side of the counter, cookie also in hand, plopping down on the stool next to you.

“Today my ‘sons’ are visiting.” Both you and Jackson nearly choked.

“Say what now? Sons?” You were flabbergasted.

“Since when do you and Yoongi even have kids?” Jackson was in disbelief.

“Calm down. They were at the wedding. And they’re obviously not my sons, it’s just a playful thing. Back in Roseshire, there was this lovely human couple of noble bloodlines, and they had two sons.” You did recall spotting a few humans at the wedding, and a small hazy memory of Lorelynn being hugged by some young boys. “Once I moved away, the couple and their sons would often come over and visit, always stopping by the bakery. I’ve basically watched them grow for almost 50 years,” Her cheerful composure became sombre with what followed next. “but being of this bloodline, they age slower than normal men, but much faster than elves… they don’t look a day over 20.” A soft chuckle escaped her. “Now they travel the world, learning new cultures and broadening their horizons.” That sounded interesting, they sounded interesting. You wondered what places they’ve been to, the things they’ve seen. You had yet to know them and already envied their experiences.

“Oh, right. The kids. Where were they this time?” Jackson spoke what was on your mind.

“That’s a good question. Usually they never know where they’re going until they get there. Free living, I guess. We’ll find out when they get here.” Lorelynn shrugged. What a free-range life…

As if on cue, two good looking young men walk into the shop. You could place them from that one time from seeing them at the wedding. Lorelynn was right, they were men now. “Ah! My boys! Welcome back home!” Lorelynn explained quickly removing her apron to go over and hug both boys warmly. They were quite excited to see her as well, noted in their big smiles and cheers. Lorelynn brought them over, mumbling something about how much older they’ve gotten, they look a few years older than her. She said 20 earlier, but you’d say they look between 24 and 25. You suddenly worried over Lorelynn getting attached to these humans, only to watch them die before her. A thought you put away tight in the back of your mind, never to be reached again.

“These are the boys I was telling you about. Rowen, Jackson. Namjoon, Hoseok.” Lorelynn pointed at each name respectively. The deep dimpled one, Namjoon, smiled and greeted first, Hoseok followed, quickly proclaiming to call him Hobi if you pleased. The cute nickname seemed fitting to his energetic self, so you obliged.

“I knew Lorelynn and Yoongi were tiny, but I didn’t expect to see another small elf.” Hobi cocked his head to the side both in confusion and playfulness. It stung but it was true. The three of you were rather… Short in elf standards. Lorelynn and Namjoon both elbowed Hobi gently, but Namjoon seemed to be holding in a laugh. He may agree. Ignoring this, you started.

“It’s been a while. Lorelynn was telling us about your travels. How were they?” You inquired quickly after all introductions were made. Namjoon was the first to speak, while Hoseok eagerly devoured a cookie Lorelynn offered. His eyes gleamed, perhaps those were his favorite.

“Well, we’re used to going to different places where there is usually a large concentration of only one race or species, this time however, we ended up in a village where a lot of different ones coexist harmoniously, something we hadn’t experienced yet. It was interesting to see how their interpersonal relations developed differently to those in concentrated areas.”

“Oh, sounds a lot like where I’m from. Where was it exactly?” Your interest slowly was deflating. Especially when Hobi confirmed.

“South Vale.” Muffled by cookie crumbs, but still understandable. It was a bit of a letdown. You already knew everything there was to know about South Vale. But now you can place Namjoon’s face from somewhere other than the wedding. You recalled once going to meet the Elder Witch and a man was exiting her dwelling. You wondered what he might be doing there, but that question did not serve purpose right now.

“Oh, yeah. That’s what we’re from!” Jackson exclaimed. He grew to love South Vale and prided it like a native. “Did you visit the Library there? It’s one of the best I’ve been to.”

“Indeed, we did, and I agree. It was greatly vast. I would have spent most of my stay in the library, had I not been eager to discover and experience more in person.”

“I mostly enjoyed the food, it’s really something else. But no matter where we go, nothing beats Lorelynn’s cookies.” Hoseok spoke cheerfully, and you could tell Lorelynn’s heart was swollen.

After a nice chit chat, you understood why Lorelynn loved these boys so much, what wasn’t to love about them? They radiated joy and familiarity, you hoped to get close to them soon, and learn more about their other travels. The boys presented Lorelynn with a South Vale native plant, a pale pink succulent. Succulents were common over there, but you hadn’t seen any here. Lorelynn adored it and quickly set it up nicely on the counter. They had to leave to go put away their things back home and get some rest after their trip. Namjoon said something about wanting to organize his field journal of creature behaviour, and as soon as they set foot outside the bakery, you jumped and followed suit. The thought that he’s probably met Fae before and had note on them invaded your mind, maybe he could lend you some advice.

“Namjoon, wait up.”

“Hm?”

“You mentioned something about a creature journal. Have you encountered Fae?”

“I have. Why?” His expression wrote suspicion, but you made nothing of it.

“I was just curious. I also study different creatures, but I hadn’t been exposed to Fae at all. I wondered if one day I could look at your journal and see your findings?” Your eyes were eager, and he found it amusing.

“Hm, past tense.” Hmm? “Sure, next time we stop by, I’ll make sure to bring it along. However,” His tone shifted to that of a warning. “Be very wary of Fae and their tricks, the ones in these parts… They’re fond of wordplay. Be safe.” Like Yoongi, he seemed to know you’ve encountered Fae.

“You know, I really can’t believe I’ve met three short elves in my lifetime.” He chuckled, and with that he and Hobi marched on with that, not before Hobi waved big and shouted, ‘Nice meeting you, Rowen!’

A few days passed, and you made your way to the mushroom circle with Jackson. He hadn’t gone in a while and said he missed watching them play. You of course didn’t hesitate to let him join you, especially with both Yoongi and Namjoon’s warning still fresh in your head. And maybe if you went accompanied this time, that Fae wouldn’t come near. In your bag you carried your journal, some water, and snacks for both the Fae and Jackson. He gets a tad hungry whenever he must walk such a distance. And jealous that the Fae got more treats than him, so to shut him up for the day, they seemed fitting. Already halfway to the checkpoint, he was complaining about hunger. His snacks were already in danger.

When you reached the bush you fancied, you and Jackson plopped down, ready to set up your study session. After getting comfortable for the long hours to come, you grab your journal and start onlooking. However, only three Fae were present… That Fae wasn’t around. For a moment, you felt disappointed, and even questioned if you wanted to stick around. But you set that thought aside, you were here to study the Fae, not just that one.

“Hm, I wonder where the other one is… It’s not like him to be absent.” Jackson mumbled to himself, he seemed to side eye you, waiting for a reaction. As if he knew what that Fae stirs inside you. An oddly inviting smell of smoke came from behind both of you. And a voice not belonging to either of you spoke.

“I wonder where I am, it really isn’t like me.” You turned around to see that Fae crouched down behind you with his elbows on his knees and his chin resting on his hands. “Hi.” His tone was puckish, your face getting hot, Jackson was spooked. With a hand on his heart he let out an exasperated breath.

“I know you like pulling pranks and playing tricks, but damn it, don’t give me a heart attack, you lil’ pixie!” The Fae enjoyed Jackson’s reaction, but you noted the glint of annoyance at the word ‘pixie’ and pleaded the Gods for this Fae not to give him a heart attack for real this time… The Fae ignored Jackson’s remarks and continued.

“So, this is what you do, day after day? Just sit here and take notes? Tsk, not even a favourable view of us.” He would speak to you, but his eyes and mind were elsewhere.

“It’s a respectful distance, I can see what I need to see from here.” He nodded at your answer and turned to Jackson.

“What about you, boy? I only ever see you come here to eat. Don’t you study us as well?” The Fae’s remark stung Jackson a bit, but in all fairness, he was right. Jackson only came to eat most of the time.

“Hey, that’s not true! I also came here to study…”

“Study what? How to continuously move your jaw up and down?” It was during their bickering that you noted that the Fae kept moving his fingers in an odd way, stealing glances from your journal ever so often. You looked down to discover why he seemed puckish in the first place. He had been tampering with your notes this whole time with Fae magic. Words were replaced, pages were missing and out of order, and a dumb drawing of what apparently seems to be him with his tongue out was now left on the page. You fumbled through the journal infuriated, months of study, altered and ruined.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” He simply cackled in a way that made your stomach boil. You were supposed to be enraged, but why did this Fae’s mischievous way of laughing sent flutters to your heart instead? The Fae laughed hysterically, rolling on his back and snapping his fingers, only to turn into a puff of dust and smoke. You looked over to the other three Fae, who had been watching the whole scene unfold. They were in on it, by the way they were also laughing. They all turned to smoke and dust one by one, almost simultaneously. Was this their way of getting back at you for leaving early last time? That dumb Fae… You mumbled and grumbled, annoyed as you put away your things.

“Sheesh… What was that all about?” Jackson uttered as he got up and stretched his back. “I didn’t expect them to leave so soon, also didn’t expect that pesky thing to come bother us.” You shot daggers at him, almost instantly, but you quickly composed. Why did his insult to the Fae annoy you? You were already set to go but remembered to leave the sunflower bread behind.

“Really, you’re going to leave them offerings, after that? After they did what they did? You’re getting soft for them, Rowen.” He snickered as he avoided the elbow you threw at him and headed out.

“Don’t leave me behind!”

The following weeks were more of the same. You’d either go study the Fae alone or with Jackson, but often ended up striking conversations with that one Fae, he would now always come to you once you reached the bush. Sometimes now it would just be him at the mushroom circle, waiting for you. Though he was quite impish, you found yourself growing to enjoy his company, dare you say, a friendship was building between you. You still weren’t on speaking terms with the other Fae, but they would wave hello and goodbye whenever they saw you in the woods. You felt lucky. Going from only glancing from a distance, to now being bothered and welcomed by them. That one Fae still made you a bit nervous however, especially when you noticed that Yoongi’s spell wasn’t as strong on the second floor as it seemed to be on the first. Either that or this Fae was just strong… You started to notice that some of your things would be misplaced. That went on for a few days, but you didn’t mind. As long as you always found everything and cast a cleaning spell to remove his dust, it was okay. Sometimes the dust got to Lorelynn before you could get to it, and her allergies had gotten a bit worse. Yoongi would worry, but he knew how much you were taking care of the dust, so he didn’t mind much, if by the end of the day there were no dust laying around, and nobody found out that it was because of that Fae coming here, it was all fine.

One day, however, enough was enough. Your rings and crystals… Not only were they misplaced, but after searching high and low all day you realized, they were missing… Simple tricks were okay, but downright stealing what was most precious and vital to you, that was crossing many lines. You were hunting this Fae down, and getting back what was rightfully yours.

The path to the mushroom circle didn’t seem far this time, your enraged self got there rather quickly. Still a bit at a distance, you could already make out the four Fae. They were playing with your crystals, trying them up with twine and twigs, to make them look like a crown of sorts. They seemed to be playing as Royals due to their exaggerated and fine movements, which led them to laugh at each other. The broad one wore the biggest crown, sitting atop a large rock. Even though it was just for play, he deemed authority, he was clearly the elder of the four. The other three, including that one Fae, were dancing and clapping to please their ‘King’. You almost forgot why you were here, almost forgot you were mad, you were captivated by their youthful and playful essence, clearly ensuring they were as Fae as Fae could get.

“Hey!” You shouted over at them, a bit louder than what you wanted. The young Fae looked over at you, and his expression turned into one of excitement. He disappeared from where he once stood and appeared before you. Taking your hand in his and dragging you over to the rest of the Fae.

“Come, come, we’re having a party of sorts! We have treasures!” Treasures?

“You mean my crystals and rings?” You knew where the crystals were, atop the head of the ‘Fae King’, but your rings… They were nestled on every finger of that Fae. Your heart was a mess again when you realized your hand was in his and he wore all your rings.

The eldest Fae, their ‘King’, was the first to speak. “Thank you for lending us your crystals.” He bowed his head slightly with a snicker. The other two Fae followed suit with their own thanks. The crystals were now the least of your worries, as they looked fantastic in the crowns made for them. Now they really felt magical.

“You’re welcome… So long as I get them back, it’s okay.” You nodded, taking your hand from that Fae’s as you noticed it was still tightly secured in his.

One of the other Fae spoke, his voice deep. “Of course, you will get them back, we were going to send our youngest to put them back where he found them after we were done.”

The smallest Fae out of the four chimed in. “But we can’t promise you anything about your rings… He’s grown too fond of them.” Your eye twitched.

“I need my rings.” You turned your gaze over to the Fae towering over you. His arms crossed and eyes avoiding your stare.

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No.

“Yes!” Your shout caught him off guard, his eyes finally meeting yours as he realized you weren’t playing.

“You really aren’t that keen on fun, are you? Here.” He started to take off his rings, with an expression you couldn’t make out, but it stung you a bit. He hesitated a bit before giving you a ring in specific, but he still gave it up. You took this as his preferred ring and decided to… let him have it.

“Keep it. Before I change my mind.” You saw his expression change back to the excited one when you first arrived, he quickly slipped the ring back on his pinkie. It suited him well. You stayed with all four Fae, getting to know them. The smallest Fae stood next to you, giggling.

“For the second time in my life, I’m taller than an Elf.” He burst out into laughter and they all followed suit… You sighed, fully knowing your height was going to be the butt of the joke every chance they got from now on.

As time passed by, you and Jackson bonded with all four Fae whenever you had the chance to. You could now cross reference your notes with their facts, hoping that they weren’t playing tricks on you again. As the time passed, you and that Fae grew closer and closer. You still didn’t quite accept that he made you a nervous wreck, that his eyes caused your knees to weaken. You couldn’t accept that this mere Fae could make you feel so small. One day, as you were leaving the circle, the Fae decided to walk with you to the edge of the forest, a newly found habit of his which you didn’t question. Though he made you tremble, you couldn’t help but enjoy the attention.

You get the feeling that since you are now both aware after months and months of getting to know each other, that you aren’t a threat to one or the other, that it is time to finally know each other’s names.

“So,” you started, a knot already forming in your throat, what if he didn’t feel safe yet? “What’s your name? I feel weird not knowing what to call you besides ‘boy’.” He chuckled softly; poking his tongue on his lip before responding.

“Jungkook. My name is Jungkook, Kook for short.” He smiled, looking forward.

“Jungkook… Kook. Nice.” You nodded.

“Mhm. And I believe it is now time for you to give me your name.” There was a glint in his eyes you didn’t understand.

“Rowen.” You were dumb, you were stupid, and it wasn’t until Jungkook guffawed in disbelief that you realized just how dumb you really were. You gave him your name. You fell for the one thing everyone warned you, wordplay. You were now bound by name to the most mischievous and impulsive Fae you’ve ever met, and you’ve only met four.

“I can’t believe you actually fell for it! YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO GIVE ME YOUR NAME! YOU’RE A WITCH, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO KNOW THIS!” Those were the last words he managed to get out before fully turning into unstoppable laughter. You weren’t even halfway back to the edge of the forest, and you were now nameless. Because of your dumb self wanting to know his name…

“Phew, I have to go take care of something, have a safe walk back.” He turned into a puff of smoke and dust with one last laugh. You sighed in disbelief… This could only happen to you, for falling for this stupid Fae, stupid Kook…

With shrugged shoulders you made it out of the forest and back to the house, the walk felt longer this time, what with being alone and losing your name and all. Your shoulders fell even more when you saw Lorelynn outside, waiting for you. As you got closer, you realized her eyes were watery and puffy, her nose was red, she was allergy ridden, all due to the letter she had in her fingers, dripping with Fae dust… Oh no…

“So, you met a few Fae… and gave one of them your name?” Was the first thing the stuffy nosed elf said. “I overheard Namjoon giving you advice. He could have warned of anything, but he chose: don’t fall for wordplay; and that’s exactly what you do.” She blew her nose into a tissue.

“I know, I’m dumb…” There was no other way around this, you were just dumb.

“Wow, you really fell hard for a Fae, huh?” She handed you the letter, which was obviously from Jungkook. “Here, it’s a name-binding contract. A warning, really. You’re officially his plaything, though I would dare to go as far as calling you his slave.” She sighed. “Yoongi told me about everything, including the spell.” At least you’re not the only 0ne in trouble. “Apparently, it's only been working on our floor, and now with this new dilemma… Just be wary of the name-binding consequences. And try to keep him at bay…” She motions for you to follow her inside. “Come on, you’re on cleaning duty. That dumb letter has gotten dust everywhere. And I might as well learn about the Fae, so you’re also on teaching duty.” You followed her up to your study, casting a cleaning spell almost every step of the way, can never be too sure anymore.

“Is he cute at least?”

“Shut up.”

It had been a few days since you gave up your name and you hadn’t seen its new owner; however, you’ve noticed he’s been around and fully using your name because lately some of the spells, charms and incantations that you’ve practiced with ease, are now suddenly… not working as they should. You were downstairs in the living room this time, since Jungkook shouldn’t be on the first floor anyways, you felt better off practicing there. You had placed Sage Incense, a Silver Spell Candle, a bowl of Sea Salt and a Chalice filled with water on the coffee table. You drew your circle, then lit the incense and the candle, and meditated for a few minutes while the sage filled the room. You held your hands over the incense and said, “with air I cleanse myself.” You let the smoke twirl around your fingers for a few moments. Feeling the cleansing properties of sage immerse you. Then you held your hands above the candle and said, “with fire I cleanse myself.” Visualizing the flame burning away anything unwanted within you. You took the sea salt and crumbled it between your fingers, gently rubbing it on your hands, and said, “with earth I cleanse myself.” Then dipped your hands in the water, again gently rubbing your hands, and said…

“With water I cleanse myself.” Another voice overlapped yours. Jungkook. He sat Indian style on the Lazy Chair, elbow on one knee, chin in hand, eyes on you. And that fluttering smile. How was he even inside? How did he break through the barrier spell? To your knowledge, the spell didn’t reach the second floor due to it being a new addition and Yoongi forgetting to correct it, but Jungkook had only been around in his diminutive state, from what he had told you. But now he was in full form, on the First floor. The forbidden floor. Oh no…

“What are you doing here?” You quickly blurted out in surprise.

“Well, visiting, of course. Haven’t seen you in a while.” His expression turned confused, as if you didn’t know he was coming over. Which you didn’t. This was completely unannounced, but that wasn’t the point of the question.

“No, I mean, what are you doing here, the First floor?” His smile turned coy.

“Ah, you mean the protection spell? Yeah, that doesn’t apply to me anymore.” Your spine went cold. He stood up, picking at his finger. “You are safe to come into the first floor, I own your name, therefore, I’m safe to come in also.” He gave you a sly wink, and then shrugged. “That, and the fact that Lorelynn has a lot of Fae inviting plants both inside and outside of the house, it’s stupid to be honest with you. The spell gets cancelled out due to the plants and the contract. Had there been no plants, maybe I wouldn’t be allowed in, but who knows. Too late now, anyways.” He walked towards you, with a questionable glint. “Why is there a protection spell against Fae, exactly?” He towered over you, causing panic. He liked having this power over you. Even though he was ten years younger, he asserted dominance over you.

“I’ll explain later, but really you have to…” You stopped mid sentence, already hearing Lorelynn’s steps up the entrance path. “Shit. Follow me.” You grabbed his arm and practically yanked it from its socket as you dragged him up the stairs and into your room. You close the door behind you and usher the Fae boy to stay quiet. Pressing an ear to the floor, you listened to Lorelynn’s movements, what was happening downstairs. You kicked yourself for not doing a quick cleaning spell the moment you heard Lorelynn sneeze, subsequently followed by a ‘Rowen...’ Shit, shit, shit.

“Listen,” You started to whisper to Jungkook. “you need to go, now. Even though Lorelynn already knows of you, she would be absolutely enraged if she found you here, she’s severely allergic to Fae Dust, which you leave around every which way! It could complicate my living arrangement here…” His eyes widened in alarm, he did not know of the allergies prior or what his presence could imply.

“Oh, I’ll leave now…” The both of you looked over to the door after hearing Lorelynn’s steps coming up the stairs.

“No time, you poof, more dust. In the closet.” You quickly shoved him in and closed the closet. He tried his hardest to stay still, quiet and not drop any dust.

Lorelynn knocked and opened the door to your room, looking a mess of confusion and death. “Whose turn was it to clean the house this week? Was it me? Did I forget again? Or did you go play with the Fae?” Her stuffy nose interfered with her pronunciation.

“Nah, it’s mine, and I was out with the Fae. I left some of my spell stuff downstairs but came to get something else, so I could get to it properly.” Truthfully, it was your turn. You had already cleaned the house, though. But forgot to do it again with the presence of the Fae, she just didn’t need to know he was there. She nodded in understanding but waved you off.

“It’s okay then, I’ll do a quick one while I get some medicine.” Yoongi had conjured up some herbal medicine for whenever the allergies took over, for now they were the ones that mostly helped her control the allergies, but it was only a temporary fix. She proceeded to go downstairs, and you closed the door after she left. You waited a few moments before releasing the Fae from the closet. You let out a sigh and dragged him over to your study, casting a cleansing spell in the room behind you.

“Well, I’m starting to understand why the spell to keep her allergies controlled, but it makes no sense with all those plants.” He sat on top of your desk, confusion on his face. At least he was trying to understand.

“If I didn’t know about them, then Lorelynn had a much lesser chance of knowing they’re inviting plants. That spell was put up by her husband because of her allergies to Fae dust, to keep the house at bay from exposure, and to keep Lorelynn away from knowledge that Fae lurk these areas, at least until he found a cure for her allergies.” Explaining this, you heard the bedroom door, meaning Lorelynn was there again. You forced the Fae boy under the desk with a swift motion and sat at it. Causing him to be face to face with your thighs. You didn’t know this, but this proximity was causing a little bit of Fae dust to fall off him, which he was trying desperately to control.

Lorelynn waltzed into the study, feeling better, but still looking much like death.

“So, I meant to ask, if you and Jackson would be willing to help me with a big order. A Dwarven wedding requested cake and an array of cookies, and I need to get on it quickly. The day after tomorrow, please?” She practically begged, but she knew you’d agree. A Dwarven wedding, you got to help in? Definitely.

“Of course! Count us in. Lorelynn,” She started to get a red nose again. “I think you should go rest a bit, wait until the medicine takes full effect before prancing about.”

“You’re right.” She was already stuffy again. As she left, she sneezed on last time, throwing out another cleaning spell as reflex. “Sorry…”

After she was gone, you moved away from the desk, and a blushing red Jungkook crawled out of it. Seeing the situation firsthand, his mischievous ways seeded for a moment, taking into consideration that you need this living arrangement for your research, to be near him. That’s what he understood. He stared at you for a moment, and you noticed a glint in his eyes. What it meant; you had no idea.

“I think I’ll go ahead and leave now, see you soon, Rowen.” Before he turned to smoke and dust, he gave you another signature wink. As a response, you casted a cleaning spell upon his disappearance. In his diminutive form, Jungkook decided to go ahead and scout the area, something he was never interested in doing before. It was a long time since he, or any of the Fae, had been in contact with species besides their own. He had now travelled as far as Lorelynn’s house, where Rowen currently lived at, but knowing he isn’t really supposed to be there, he decided to find where she works. He quickly gathered that it was a bakery, and the famous bakery by that. Once he found the Flour Pot, he was quick to scan if there was any spell like at the house. To his luck, no spell, but plenty of inviting plants. Another plus were the sweets, giving it was a bakery. He found the loophole, and Lorelynn wouldn’t be able to protest if she found him. Having this information, he seems its only fair if he drops by the day of the big order to help out.

It was the day you and Jackson would help Lorelynn with the Dwarven Wedding order. Lorelynn chose to work in the bakery the day it’s usually closed, to be able to concentrate on the order with no distractions from customers. You arrive early, even earlier than Lorelynn, eager to be able to participate in preparing goods for dwarves. You reviewed the list of cookies they wanted, and headed to the kitchen, looking for Lorelynn’s Cookie recipe book to get the ones you needed and prep the kitchen with the ingredients for the first cookie recipe to make. There was a total of 8 kinds of cookies, 125 cookies each, at a total of 1,000 cookies. What an event it should be. While reading over the recipes, you heard a noise in the pantry. Was it a mouse? You went over to the pantry to check, opening its doors and revealing none other than Jungkook. Covered in flour. With a mixing bowl on his head. You resisted the urge to scream. “What in blazing hell are you doing here?”

“I’m here to help with the big order!” You quickly opened your mouth to refute, but he put his hands up and spoke first. “There are a lot of inviting plants here and no spell to say otherwise. There shouldn’t be a problem with me here.” A loophole. He found a loophole. Along with many of the other ones he keeps finding for everything.

“Jungkook, please. I need you to leave. This is a very important day, an important order. I know you want to help, but today is just not that day. So, pleas…” Oh no, not again. Like last time, you didn’t have enough time to make Jungkook leave, before Lorelynn arrived. You heard her and Jackson opening the door. So, without a thought, you pushed the tall Fae, back into the pantry, along with yourself. For who knows, what reason.

“I just thought it would be fine…”

“SHH, us elves have superb hearing, shut up.”

You heard Lorelynn and Jackson made their way into the kitchen, and for your unlucky self, Lorelynn starts sneezing immediately. Her annoyed mutters grew rapid, as now she had to prep the kitchen and deal with food with an unexpected allergy. You both remained quiet, trying not to breathe loudly, to avoid detection. You suddenly were very aware of the fact that Jungkook’s chest was practically pressed on your face. The pantry fit one person fine, but two? The proximity between you started to quicken your heart rate, and by being so close to his chest, you noted that his was going a mile a minute as well. You looked up, only to be met with his eyes. He had been staring for a while, his eyes piercing through your soul. You could have sworn he was leaning into your face, that is until the dark pantry was suddenly filled with light when its doors swung open. Jungkook, for reasons unknown to you, and maybe even to him, blew out flour onto the face of the poor bakery owner.

“SURPRISE!” He shouted. You wanted to die, but probably not more than Lorelynn did. Blinded by the flour, she brought up her hands to wipe it off her face. Only after was when she realized, the Fae in her midst. You were anticipating a scream by the face she pulled, but it quickly turned into a sneeze. You and Jungkook exit the pantry as Lorelynn tries to compose herself, letting out an exasperated breath.

“So… This is that Fae?” She was blowing fumes, even though she spoke calmly. Jungkook didn’t even give you time to explain the situation.

“I am one of the Fae, but yes, I am that Fae. Jungkook. Nice to meet you, Lorelynn.” He quickly shifted his attention and waved his hand over to the other figure. “Hello Jack.” What?

“Hey Kook.” WHAT? Since when were Jackson and Jungkook on a nickname basis? And since when do they even know their names? It stung a bit that he quickly told Lorelynn his name, when you had waited months for it. But that was an irrational moment, put away quickly.

“Why is the Fa- Why’s Jungkook here? Why? Why are you here? Oh, ugh.” In her panicked interrogation, she reached for her nose. “Oh no, I’m already starting to get clogged up.” She casted a quick medicinal spell to be able to breathe, backing away from Jungkook, and casting a cleaning spell while she was at it. And there began her whining. “I never use magic here, this is upsetting… Rowen.” Whining like the stupid child she often was, but she had every right to.

“I am only here to help, I swear.” He put his arms out in defense, by now he had already taken off his mixing bowl hat, so he could be taken a bit more seriously. But Lorelynn wasn’t buying into it.

“No, you’re not, you’re here to play your Fae tricks and mess up my business.” She crossed her arms and plopped down to the floor, lips pouting out. You sighed, Jungkook needed to go.

“Jungkook, please. I was practically begging before they got here, you need to go.” A disconnect could be seen in his eyes, he had an expression you had never seen him do before, and it… Hurt.

“But I’m being honest, I genuinely want to help.” At the end, he scoffed. He couldn’t believe you didn’t believe him. And you still didn’t. Before you could respond. Lorelynn had already gotten up.

“Alright.” It seemed like she heard something you hadn’t. “You can stay. But in the back. No messing with the order. I will let you help in ways that would require your help, other than that, you are to be sat in the corner. Got it?” Her words were directed at Jungkook, but you felt that the consequences would be yours, her stare said it all.

You take Jungkook over to the back, bring a chair along with you and placing it in the corner. You breathe in deeply, looking how to make these instructions clear.

“You heard her. I need you to stay put, at least until the order is done.” You grab his hand, squeezing it firmly, hoping to pass on some understanding to him. “This is a really important order for Lorelynn. You cannot do anything to the goods being baked, or the tools used to make them, and that if you manage at least that, I will have Lorelynn bake your favorite snack.” His tense expression from earlier softened.

“I understand all of this, I wasn’t here to wreak havoc, but okay. I’ll stay still.” It hits you that all this time, he was in fact genuine, and not trying to play Fae tricks. Not knowing what to say, you simply nod and back away. “Thank you, Kook.” Heading back into the main workstation with Lorelynn and Jackson.

“Why’d you change your mind?” You asked Lorelynn, as she pulled her hair back and washed her hands, preparing for the work of a lifetime.

“He reminded me of when Hoseok and Namjoon wanted to help me when they were kids. He spoke with a child’s genuine interest.” Oh. She picked it up before you did… You were never near enough kids, or any to be honest, to know that, let alone that the same logic applied to Fae, or to Jungkook in any case.

For the rest of the evening, everything went about peacefully, as it should. The goods were not tampered with, and neither were the instruments and machines used for their preparation. Occasionally Jungkook would start to play a few tricks but only neither of you were dealing with the goods. He would fling flour, icing and glitter when he had the chance, never missing an opportunity. For the most part, he was calm. Helping in the way Lorelynn required it by bringing him a spoon with batter and having him taste test occasionally. This helped keep him in place and help Lorelynn get accustomed to having a Fae around, which you all realized that would be their new fate. The only problem being whenever Kook liked a sample, he would shake off a little bit of dust. Which is why he was mostly kept to the back of the room. After a busy day. The order, at least the cookie part, is complete. Lorelynn and Jackson left the bakery, leaving you and Kook behind, but not before she prepared some of his favorite sunflower bread, for behaving today. A peace offering.

“Wow, Lorelynn really is a good baker.” Fae dust immediately dropping has he took his first bites. “Remember to cast a cleaning spell after I leave.” He looked over at you with widened eyes and snickered.

“She is, and I will. I always do, or at least try to.” You shrugged. You both stayed quiet, but not an awkward silence. It was enjoyable, especially since you were both having your fill with the sunflower bread and a few of the error cookies left over.

“I’m sorry for today. I didn’t realize you sincerely wanted to help.”

“It’s alright. I’m a Fae, so mistrust is normal.” Mistrust…

“It’s not that I didn’t trust you… This was just important, and I couldn’t risk it.” Your shoulders slumped down. You should have known, should have felt his sincerity. But because of your various encounters and tricks, you couldn’t bring yourself to fully believe him. So, when Lorelynn noted he spoke true and let him stay… It hurt. You were supposed to know, you know him. But just how well do you know him?

He put a hand on your back and let it stay there. “Apology accepted.” He looked over at you with soft eyes and a smile. Your face started to burn again, as it had gotten used to doing whenever moments like these transpired, especially now, when you were practically wrapped under his arm.

“Y’know, I like spending time with you. And I think the rest might start liking it too.”

“Well, I’m glad. I like having you around too.” His soft expression became mischievous in an instant. “I like owning you too.” Your shock caused him to burst into laughter, give you a sly wink, and turn into a puff of smoke and dust. Not even allowing you a defense, or even a goodbye. You scoffed, and chuckled. What a Fae. You cleaned up thoroughly and headed back home.

The next day you and Jackson were asked to man the bakery front while Lorelynn was finishing the wedding cake in the back, just in time for the order to be picked up. You secretly wished for the order to have been a delivery run as well, just to catch a glimpse of the event.

The months to follow were simply just of you and Jackson going to study the Fae, which had now turned to be more of a hangout session rather than studying. Now you knew that the eldest one was named Seokjin, but you all called him Jin for short. Speaking of short, the shortest of the Fae, was Jimin, who constantly mocked your height being an Elf. And the deep voiced Fae, Taehyung. Jungkook hijinks were more prominent now around the house since he was partially allowed to be there, it also helped for him to grow bonds with Lorelynn and Yoongi.

Most days the bakery was visited by Hoseok and Namjoon, where they would vividly tell you about their many travels and experiences and invited you to in the future tag along with them to see what new horizons you may find. Over these months you grew to enjoy everyone you’ve met in your time living here.

Jackson, Lorelynn, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jin, Jimin, Taehyung… and Jungkook. Not all were connected to each other, but you were connected to all, and that filled your chest up with some sort of pride. Hopefully one day, everyone could integrate.

One day, you were sat at the Flour Pot, going over and comparing creature notes with Namjoon. His knowledge on creature and racial study was impressive as it was immersive, and you felt slightly ashamed that your findings were lacking, but you thought not much of it, until he reached your extensive chapter on Fae folk.

“Uh, Rowen… Things here seem a bit out of place.” He raised his eyes towards you, ridden with confusion. Ah, right. You had forgotten what had happened long ago.

“I’m sorry. Jungkook did Fae magic to some pages while on a study trip. He never bothered to fix them.” With a heavy sigh, you flipped through the pages, trying to find anything salvageable. The only thing you came across, was his simple yet characteristic self-portrait. It was quite endearing, no matter how falsely annoyed you may have gotten.

The noble let out a chuckle. “Should have casted a spell on it before you got too close.”

“Yeah… I might have pictures of the notes on my phone, but I highly doubt it. Worth checking though.” Your fingers worked on the screen as you spoke, eyes scanning the gallery in search for any of your pages. Instead, selfies of Jungkook, and pictures of a rather annoyed Rowen, taken by him, flooded the screen. Your cheeked reddened as you kept scrolling, he looked quite stunning in the images. Putting away the phone, you commented on your misfortune, but were quite fond of your new findings.

As three months turned to five, you had taken a job over at Yoongi’s clinic, where the both of you would discuss herbalism and find new mixes for medicine and such, he was mostly interested in the rare herbalism you had picked up in South Vale, and you were eager to unwrap that knowledge and present it to him. Jackson discovered a passion for baking, and while he would still go with you on your ‘studies’, he would mostly find himself working at the bakery. Both of you figured that by helping and working at Lorelynn and Yoongi’s respective businesses, it was a good way to give back to them for having put you up. Especially now with the whole Fae ordeal.

Jungkook would now spend his time in your study, often helping with the herbs you worked with whenever he notes some are lacking, by nourishing them, instead of being out in the woods with the rest of the Fae, and you would spend your free time at the mushroom circle with them. Other days there would be no sort of contact between the two, which left you feeling empty, but it was understandable, he was a busy Fae, and you were a busy Elf witch. Lately though, he’s traded his mischievous hand for a helping one. He takes care of some plants around the house, finds misplaced things, and even helps in the creation of new recipes for Lorelynn’s bakery, which have been getting popular, becoming weekly favourites.

Of course, in order to be spending time in the bakery, Jackson suggested; in a protective and humiliating manner, that Lorelynn make him wear a hazmat suit. Just for allergy prevention purposes. And maybe a chuckle or two for himself, since he was seemingly getting slightly jealous of all the attention the ‘pixie’ took from his best friends. Attention that was once his. Truly, they did get along, but they bickered like an old married couple.

Whenever Jungkook wasn’t helping at the bakery, he made time to play pranks and cause a bit of havoc in the house, but it was mostly rare now. He then since stopped messing with your name, but still very much enjoys pointing out that he owns it and therefore owns you.

One of the days that Jungkook was busily helping Lorelynn, he struck up a curious conversation.

“So, Lorelynn. You’re married to Yoongi, right?” The semi muffled voice came from the suit.

“Well, you’re quite observant.” She responded with sarcasm, a new habit of theirs.

“Funny.” His eyes rolled in time with the dough. “I just want to know; how did it happen? What was the marriage ceremony like? What is the Elf way of union?” He spoke with genuine interest.

“Well, funny you should ask. Yoongi and I had a human wedding for our ceremony.” A soft smile of nostalgia spread across her face, remembering that special day.

“Oh,” This came as a surprise to the Fae. “Why human and not Elf?” Lorelynn snorted at this remark.

“Because Elves don’t have weddings, silly. Our marriages are concealed through the act of sex. And in that case, I think Yoongi and I are pretty solid that we’re married.” The curious Fae reddened up, thankfully hidden in his suit. “I just wanted a big celebration like I’ve seen other races do, and a human-like wedding was the easiest to pull off.”

“So, if your kind doesn’t have a wedding, how do you show off that you’re married? Is it something you announce or...?” If he was interested before, there was no word to describe what he was now.

“Well, with Elves, you can see it in our eyes and hear it in our voice. Depending on how you look at it, it’s convenient, really. Instantly people know that you’re married, and to who.”

From the back of the kitchen, Jackson chimed in. “Well, if you ask me: it’s an inconvenience. What about Fae?”

“Whenever Fae ‘marry’ we get matching marks on our bodies. In a way, it’s like your voice and eye thing, you just know.”

From then on out, the conversation slowly turned into a comparison of Elf and Fae differences, Jungkook giving small thanks as to Lorelynn and Jackson’s easily distracted minds.

One night, he was in your studio, sitting on your desk, watching you work your magic as he was accustomed to now. While caught up chatting the night away, the moonlight peaks into the room, catching your face, causing your usual elven charms to skyrocket for him right then and there. You noticed he stopped talking so you looked up at him, only to catch him staring at you dearly, but instead his eyes ended up catching you. Caught in his gaze, unable to escape, you felt under a microscope, yet you remained still. He started to lean in slowly, like when he did in the pantry long ago, but there wasn’t any flour in this scenario. No sneezing Lorelynn’s to walk in on you. Not to be disrupted in the locked room. Just the two of you. And before you knew it, his lips landed on yours, gentle at first, but slowly becoming greedier, and to your surprise, you met his actions. You were in a daze, and he seemed to be in one too, as the Fae dust would not stop pouring off him. In the time that you knew him, and the other Fae, you had never witnessed so much dust.

Unknowingly to you, it started to seep through the floorboards and reach downstairs to where Lorelynn sat in the living room, enjoying a cooking show. But her enjoyment came to an end, once the dust landed all over her and her allergies kicked into overdrive. You and Kook pulled away from each other as Lorelynn’s sneezes broke the sound barrier, only to begin laughing at what you had caused, both blushing tremendously.

“I don’t think a cleaning spell is going to help her after this one…” Jungkook laughed to himself. “Or the rest to come.” That second part sent shivers down your spine, because you desperately wanted more. “Does this mean we’re dating?” He asked softly in between breaths.

“I think so.” You say, might as well. This is your fate now. He smirked, and his tongue peered out just a bit.

“It’s good to know you’re mine in more ways than one.” In a matter of seconds, you were both consuming each other once again, with a passion neither of you knew you had.

After that, it wasn’t long before the other three Fae found out. And of course, they wanted to celebrate this union. Jungkook had quite the tongue, and you knew it well. You were outside in the garden, helping Lorelynn plant some new flowers she got. She wanted to ‘spruce it up a bit’ now that a Fae was visiting often. She had run inside to get another bag of potting soil, she would have been able to summon it, had it not been for Jungkook hiding it. Speaking of him, he was well on his way leading all the Fae over to Lorelynn’s house, and he took to using the fact that he owned your name, to be able to have his friends pass on to the property. You were in a coughing fit the moment all four Fae popped up at once, because of the amount of dust.

“What are you all doing here?” You asked hurriedly, not knowing when Lorelynn would burst outside.

“They’ve come to celebrate our kiss union!” Jungkook exclaimed as they all gathered in for a group hug. Cheers throughout. Panic started to set in. The Fae were gathered here, screaming at that, when Lorelynn could come out at any given moment. You begged them to at the very least turn into their diminutive selves and fly off. And they did so. The first part at least. You shouted at Lorelynn to not come out when she was nearing the sliding door, because of bees, and she was deathly scared of them. So, she just watched as you chased down these “bees”, shooing them off. After the Fae got their fun, they yielded and went back to the woods. A solution for Lorelynn’s allergies needed to be found before they could just all wander into the property like this…

Over the next few days, you and Yoongi got to work, trying to come up with a cure for Lorelynn’s allergies. After 1 week of testing and inventing, the both of you gave up the medicinal aspect, and opted for something creative. A mask of sorts, to cover her nose and mouth area. This one, however, would have a magic thread, just to fully prevent Lorelynn breathing in any Fae dust. This took another week to perfect, and after finishing it, with what you hope was 100% secure, you decided to bring Lorelynn and Jungkook in to test it out.

You, Yoongi, Jackson, Jungkook and Lorelynn all were gathered in your studio.

“So, I just put it on?” Lorelynn asked, answering herself by putting the mask on.

“Yes. Now, Rowen: cast a cleaning spell.” Yoongi ordered, and you followed. Making sure the room was perfectly clean. “Good. Okay, Jungkook: take off the hazmat suit.” Jungkook did as instructed, and now we waited. There was a little bit of Fae dust, not the amount he usually exudes normally, due to him being nervous.

“Does it work? I mean, I’m not sneezing.” The elf looked at all the faces in the room.

“Hard to say, there’s not enough dust.” You scratched your head, thinking of what to do.

“I’m trying really hard guys, there’s just nothing worth dusting about.” The poor Fae kept straining himself to dust.

“Well, what caused that dust storm the other day? She was practically in a coma.” Jackson questioned, perplexed.

“Really? You want them to start sucking the life out of each other again? We barely got rid of that dust last week!” Lorelynn’s exclaims made the blushing Fae suddenly start to drop some dust. With that, a thought sparked within you.

“I’m going to need you guys to leave for a while.” You started to point them out the door of your study, Yoongi didn’t want to risk his in case the mask didn’t work.

“But what about testing…”

“Just trust me.”

After a vigorous make out session with Jungkook, enough dust was swirling through the room to cause Lorelynn another near death experience. You called over for them to come over. Lorelynn was the first to walk in, with the mask on. Yoongi and Jackson followed suit.

“We were gone for 2 minutes and you managed to pour out all this? Kookie gets rather excited with kisses, eh?” Jackson poked an elbow at the Fae, the two often threw jabs at each other, always with their constant bickering, but you knew it came from a good place. Now, it was time to see if the mask worked.

“Okay, Lorelynn. The room is supposed to be a toxic zone for you right now. Take a few deep breaths to see how you do.” Yoongi spoke, he was quite hopeful this time around.

After five large inhales on Lorelynn’s behalf, there were no allergies. The mask was a success!

“FINALLY! I can breathe!” She screamed overjoyed; she had been liberated from the dust. So long as she wore the mask, she would be fine.

Over the next few days; you supervised party planning. Namjoon and Hoseok were going on another trip earlier than expected, due to family matters. But knowing them, it would probably be extended once they set off, so you all agreed on sending them off properly. Not only that, you all had to celebrate the success of the mask too, which involved inviting all the Fae over, for all to meet. Months ago, you only hoped for this to happen, now it was becoming real. All your friends, together at once.

Hoseok and Namjoon were the first to arrive, curious to see the mask and meet the Fae that they had heard so much about. You knew it was all a bluff now. When you pieced it together, your mentor telling you where to find your destiny, seeing the boys; specifically, Namjoon; in South Vale, the warnings of wordplay, it all made sense now. Your mentor really was an all-knowing Elder Witch.

The boys quickly go over to hug their Elf mother who bore her allergy mask.

“So, this is what’s helping you survive the Fae dust? Outstanding.” Namjoon commented.

“Yeah, and I can see why.” Hoseok started to pat at his arms, already catching dust on his clothes.

“See that? That would have had me in my room, sneezing my insides out.” Lorelynn was very much excited about being able to walk around her house freely again, even if she had to wear a mask most of the time. She says she doesn’t mind since it accentuates her eyes. Whatever works. “And that,” She pointed at Jungkook just walked into the living room with Jackson. “Is the main source.” The Fae rolled his dark orbs at her.

“Hello,” Jungkook spoke at them, but he walked towards you, who was standing near them, and grabbed your hand tightly. “I’m that.”

“Hello, That. I’m Hobi, nice to meet you!” He extended his hand out, and Jungkook shook it with his free one.

“And I’m Namjoon. It’s good to see that now there can be peace between Lorelynn and Fae.”

“It is, only that there’s only peace with me. The rest, that’s another story.”

And as if on cue, three puffs of smoke and dust appear outside the door, and knocks are heard. Since the spell still hasn’t been lifted, they can’t come in unless Jungkook directly invites them, which when he motioned the door opened, the Fae could waltz in freely.

“HELLO!” Jimin, the small Fae cheered, his eyes becoming little crescent moons. A small gasp could be heard from Lorelynn’s mask. You guessed it was because of Jimin’s cuteness.

“Nice to see everyone!” Tae walked in quickly after, going to greet Jungkook and you first.

Lastly, Jin made his entrance. “I forgot what it was like to be surrounded by other species after so long… I missed it. Hello, everyone.” Jin closed the door behind him and quickly acclimated himself to the party. They were all acting particularly civil. This was odd. Until they spotted the owner of the house, she was easy to single out because of her mask, even though she was trying to hide behind Yoongi.

“Wow, I didn’t think after Rowen, we’d ever see another small elf, but there’s two more.” Tae was the first to act.

“Wuah, they really are tiny, but what about that mask, the poor thing can only be around us if she wears it.” Jin teased.

“C’mon, take it easy on her.” Jungkook tried defending, but to no avail.

Jimin sparked up in laughter. “A tiny elf with a Fae allergy? That’s hilarious- wait.” He got really close to Lorelynn, Yoongi stepped in front of her instinctively. “No, don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything. She just seems… Familiar.” Yoongi moves away a little, but still wary. Lorelynn’s eyes are the only thing visible to Jimin, yet they stirred something in him.

“Is your name common among your people?”

“No…” Her eyes darted around.

“Did you live in Roseshire?” Jimin took a step further, in awe. Lorelynn nodded, something in her eyes said that Jimin also seems familiar.

“YOU’RE THE ELF KID WITH THE SOCKS, AREN’T YOU?!” Jimin suddenly hopped and pointed at her, face utterly in shock. Everyone jumped as well, spooked from his actions.

“STOP IT, NO I’M NOT.” Lorelynn practically mimicked him.

“YES, YOU ARE!” Within seconds he was gone and back, sporting one of Lorelynn’s fancy socks on his head, laughing loudly. “Those allergies were never real, don’t you remember?” Lorelynn furrowed her brows and crossed her arms. “I gave them to you for smacking me with a book!”

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE A FLY! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW IT WAS YOU? And what do you mean you gave them to me?”

“It was a punishment. It was meant to only be temporary… But you moved away before I could even revert it! And I never found out where you went anyways, but now that we’re here.” Jimin snapped his fingers in front of her face. “There, now you can take off that silly mask.”

You and Yoongi just stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. The allergies… were magic. It took you and Yoongi creating a one of a kind magic mask, to find out that with the presence of the Fae, the allergies could have been cured with one fucking snap. Fantastic.

“You guys went through all that trouble for the longest time, for all your efforts to be undone with a single snap.” Jackson whispered and snickered into your ears. “Yoongi looks so defeated after this.” He did look… Tragic. Well, at least now Lorelynn can breathe as the rest of the world does, but you are never getting those two weeks back.

The rest of the evening went on as planned with no allergies and loads of fun. The Fae would go around playing harmless tricks that caused a laugh every now and then, Lorelynn and Jimin would bicker about the past, Jackson bothered Yoongi over not solving the allergy sooner, Jungkook stayed by you close, holding your hand firmly whenever anyone but Yoongi and Lorelynn got near you. Whenever any guy gets near you, actually…

At the end of the night, Hoseok and Namjoon decided it was officially time to say goodbye. Lorelynn was a mess, even though they reassured her several times they would come back. Yoongi, who looked so small next to them, seemed like a sad father bidding farewell. It was almost comical, but you also grew to like, no, to love theme, so it was a bit sad for you as well, but you were mostly excited for them. You know when they returned, they tell you all about their royal cousin’s wedding and the new places they surely would visit. After the boys had gone, the Fae trio decided it was time for them to leave as well.

“Today was fun, thank you for having us.” Jin started.

“Yeah, thank you. Though we do have one request before we leave…” Tae, followed by Jimin, started to lead on what you were planning on asking.

“The spell… May you remove it?” Jimin directed his gaze at Yoongi, they know who put up the spell. “We’d like to visit, some other time.” His smile spread, and eyes landed on Lorelynn this time. It seems like she will be his target, yet again.

Yoongi sighed, knowing that once he removed it, he’d too fall victim to one of the Fae, and going off by how the night went, it seemed that he was Jin’s victim. Jackson was Taehyung’s plaything the whole night, so it goes without saying that he will also be fully pranked. And, obviously, you had Jungkook. But now, as Yoongi moved his hand with a swift motion, you were all doomed, the four Fae had full invitation to come inside the house.

“Thank you,” Jin bowed his head only slightly. “You will be seeing us quite often.” He winked.

“Better hide those socks, Lorelynn.” Jimin sneered at the Elf girl.

“Stop touching my SOCKS!”

One year later…

Ever since the Farewell party for Hobi and Namjoon took place so long ago, the house has never been more… busy. Yoongi had removed the spell, as requested by the Fae, which caused them to now freely go to the house whenever they wanted. Be it to just hang out and have a nice time, or… wreak havoc. Things started off slow. Jimin would occasionally sneak into Lorelynn’s sock drawer, not doing much, just moving them out of place, mismatching them, poking a few holes in some. Nothing too much. But then it grew into magically placing them where she could not reach. Last week she was dangling from the chandelier in the living room because she used a step stool to try and get it, but then Jimin got rid of the step stool under her and watched as she screamed. She was fine, though, he also magically tied her hands to the chandelier while she was trying to rescue her socks.

At first, Jin would mess with Yoongi using notes. He would leave random start-off jokes in one place for Yoongi to find, and then the punchline somewhere rather inconvenient, like in his sandwiches for example. But that then turned into Jin sneaking into the room in the middle of the night in his diminutive state, whispering a random pun into Yoongi’s ear, and then proceed to laugh like a broken windshield so loudly, even Lorelynn would freak out.

At the beginning, Taehyung would try to set up pranks meant for you, but Jungkook would quickly diffuse them, either by undoing the prank, stopping it, or putting misplaced things back in their place. After seeing how he would not be allowed to prank his Fae brother’s beloved, he moved onto Jackson… Jackson faced the worst of it. Tae would just unplug his phone from charging at first and lock it for a while. But then… He decided that playing with Jackson’s consoles, switching and deleting save files from games, finishing games before Jackson did and then rewriting that save file, was a much better way to spend his time.

Of course, it wasn’t all bad, the Fae’s also had their good times. Seeing as they got attached to each one of them, they not only pranked them on occasion, but mostly helped their elf whenever they deemed it so. Jimin would help Lorelynn with the garden, and her various plants in the house and bakery, and replaced Jungkook as the pastry tester. Jin would keep Yoongi company in the clinic whenever things got too stressful and helped around with menial tasks that would otherwise interfere with Yoongi’s work if it got too busy. Taehyung had a separate Memory Card for Jackson’s console that he didn’t mess with and was used to play games together.

And you, you had Jungkook. He did strike a prank every now and again, but it was rare now. He mostly helped you out by tending to your herbs and protecting you from random pranks from any of the other Fae. His time was spent mostly in your room, cuddling up to you, making you nervous, kissing you, teasing you, etc. You were always doing couple stuff for the most part now. But even after a whole year, you were still putty in his hands. And, he still owned your name.

Eventually Hoseok and Namjoon returned and a Welcome party had awaited them at the bakery. They shared their stories about the weddings and tales of a Vampire town they went to afterwards, you made note to ask more about it later, hoping to visit soon. Hobi and Joon’s arrival now meant that the Fae had another two victims to torment. And sadly, for both the humans, they quickly were invaded by all four Fae almost every week, but they all became buddied up with each other through the hi-jinks.

One day, Jungkook showed up in your room, urging you to come with him. He had a picnic basket filled with different finger foods and pastries that he had requested Lorelynn to make prior. Due to his excitement, you went with whatever it is he had planned. “It’s a really beautiful spot in the woods, you’re going to love it.” Were the words that piqued your interest for this exclusive date.

After all the time you spent wandering in the woods, you would have thought you could never have missed a place quite like the one the Fae took you too. Then again, these lands were his home, not yours, and you were as thankful as ever of having him by your side.

It was an open cave, from where the water from a resounding waterfall fell to connect with a river. Light came from the top, which you guessed has exposed to the continuity of the forest and that dwelled within. Birds swooped in from time to time, nudging their heads against the water and taking away their food for the day.

Near the centre, on a sort of islet surrounded by the streaming water, stood an elder willow, its whip-like arms swaying in the breeze as smaller, glowing creatures danced around it. Jungkook grabbed your hand and led you towards the willow. There he laid down the blanket and basket, motioning for you to sit down, so he could rest his head atop your lap, a habit he picked up a few months ago that caused the right kind of stir within you

Whatever attention you would have normally given to your surroundings vanished much like it always did when he was around, his presence enough to render you dull in seconds even after all this time. His doe eyes grabbed your attention first, like usual, warm and enchanting and speaking so many words left unsaid. His cheeks were your favourite shade of rosy, and his lips quivered by a corner. Your hand stilled the gentle caress it offered his locks when he scrunched his nose your way, mischief glazing over his features.

“You know,” he spoke, voice twice as velvety, “it’s been a year.” You hummed in confirmation, very much aware of how long your relationship had shifted those 12 months ago. A shy smile inched its way into your lips when you remembered the first night you kissed, the hunger behind it after every stroke, and the scalding touch that left you restless the few nights after.

“I'm well aware,” you answered, trying to shoo away unnecessary thoughts in whatever efforts to keep the innocence of it all. Though, he was never one to help in that department.

“One year since you've been all mine.” Before you knew it, his head had left your lap, and your back met the petaled floor, breath hitched and cheeks undoubtedly red.

If you didn't know any better, you'd have guessed he read your thoughts, the resurfaced memories and feelings. But you knew he could read your expression like his favourite book, every detail already engraved into his memory. It was very much the same to you, though the tightening of your stomach didn't quite let you function - neither did the leg he raised to separate yours, nor the now pupil-consumed eyes that practically ate you on their own.

“But have I been yours?” He added, an odd choice of words for the moment you were sharing.

“Well, have you?” You asked, a bit confused really, flustered all the same.

“I thought about that for a long time, but it always led back to you being mine. I’m changing that today.” He reached a hand into the basket that had been left untouched and pulled out what seemed to be a note. “I give you this.” You took it in your hands, unfolding each crease carefully. Inside, only one word was written. ‘Jungkook’. “I give you my name, as I have yours. Bounded by name. Forever.” He spoke softly, throwing in his signature wink that set your heart aflame that one day in the forest.

“Do you plan on keeping me then?” you asked, voice more of a whisper because of the lack of distance between you. His raised eyebrow would have been more prominent to you had your eyes not been too keen on observing his lips. They curled into a lazy smirk, and all you wanted to do was bruise them with your own. He could feel it in your heartbeat, both your nerves and your excitement, when he answered.

“Yes, permanently.” he said, eyes too dark and devastating you dared not doubt him. “You'll never belong to anyone else, but me.” As if to seal the promise, his lips came crashing down on yours, a tug of war between softness and greed. It seeped desperation and ardour, heat spreading everywhere until it became too much, and far too little.

Whenever he pulled back it was with a bite, only to continue with his tongue until he tasted every part of your mouth with his own, grunting against your gasps and trying to blurry the line between where you and he began. You could feel the dust leaving his skin in streams, coating everything it got in its way, though you paid no mind to it.

It was when he shifted to kissing elsewhere that it got too much, his skin too far away from your own to your liking. Sometime along the way, your garments were lost to the water along with his, and nothing stopped you from becoming one for as long as time allowed. Soft, feverish touches turned scalding and heady, sounds drowning out even the rush of the water farther in the cave.

You were thankful to have put up a sound locking spell, as well as a glamour wall around you to keep the privacy - really, the last sane action you committed before losing yourself to him. It wasn't like you minded at all, high on the ecstasy of his strokes and the playful kisses he managed to give during the process. You were absolutely drenched in the dust before you knew it, each shift of his hips sputtering more around your body, your hair, your face.

By the time you came down from the high, your skin glowed the faint lilac light the Fae dust had turned into. What a way to celebrate your first year. He rolled off gently to lay beside you, gazing at you with pure innocence that would betray what had happened just moments ago.

His breath hitched suddenly, and he brought his right wrist to his face. Simultaneously, you felt an odd but pleasant sensation creep up in your left wrist. Mimicking his actions, you saw as a simple dark outline of a crescent moon slowly appeared on your bare wrist. Your eyes went to Jungkook’s wrist, to see the same moon appear on his. He looked at his wrist and yours with a softness in his eyes. But what were these markings?

Finally, his eyes landed on you. A soft smile made its way to his lips as he spoke.

“I’m glad to know we’re bound together in more ways than one, love.” Bounded?

“Oh?” And then you heard it. Your voice. “Oh.” You… We are married. “These markings?”

“Symbols of our union. We’re bound in both the Fae way and the Elven way.” He really brought you here to get married, and your dumbass didn’t even realize you were doing so.

“I mean, it’s beautiful. I simply forgot that Elves got married by… doing that.”

“What?” His content expression shifted a bit.

“No, I mean, I’m glad we’re married! I just forgot, since Lorelynn had a human wedding and all, it slipped my mind.” You reassured him that you were okay with this, and you really were. The only problem now was… How to tell your friends?

“Well, I’m glad we’re married too. Now I need to go to Fae City and speak with the Queen. I just need to report that I’m leaving the group because I married out of race and then we’re good to go wherever we please. You should come with me, of course.” Wow, it was all such a bureaucratic procedure. And going to Fae City… That’s something most people only dream of.

“Then we’ll go to Fae City. But I need at least a week to figure out how to tell everyone we’re married. So, give me one week, no surprises, no showing up unannounced, for one week. And then we’ll meet with everyone and head on to Fae City.”

By your words, excitement spread across his face. “Deal. One week.” You nodded happily. The plan was set. You’d tell your household, you’re tell the rest, and you would go. It would be a simple task, and you could handle it in a day or two. You and Jungkook continued to enjoy your date, finishing off the basket, and cuddling under the elder willow.

You arrive at the house after your apparent wedding at the grotto. Before this, you stopped by a store and bought some very dark spectacles, avoiding eye contact with anyone and not speaking a word. Likewise, you walk into the house with your eyes hidden and mouth sealed. You also got a bracelet to cover up that new mark on your wrist. You really were Jungkook’s wife now, huh?

Unfortunately for you, Jackson, Lorelynn and Yoongi were all in the living room, playing a board game of sorts. Oh no…

“You’re back early, wanna play?” Jackson was the first to notice your arrival. “What’s with the glasses?” You wrote out words in the air. ‘I have a killer migraine. I’m also feeling a little hoarse, so I’m going to rest my throat.’

“Oh, I have a nice herbal blend for that, you’ll be fine in no time after you drink it.” Yoongi suggested and panic went through you. Lorelynn got up quickly in the direction of the kitchen.

“I’ll prepare it and bring it to your room, go lay down or something.” She stopped in front of you, you felt a quick assessment of the situation. She brought a hand up to your forehead, and your panic subsided. “You’re awfully sparkly. No fever.” The first part was a whisper inside your head, a point being made: telepathy, and the suspicion in her eyes raised the hairs at the back of your neck. The second part was discretion. You hoped she didn’t figure it out, but if she did, you knew she’d keep quiet until you talked. You went upstairs, took off the spectacles, and dove right into your bed face first. A few moments later, Lorelynn walked into your room and you heard her put down the cup of tea on your night table and leave the room with a ‘Feel better.’ You needed a week. You would tell them before the week ends. And then you will go to Fae city. You will do it.

The week went on, hiding your eyes and voice, drinking herbal blends that left Yoongi dumbfounded because you were ‘still sick’, and speaking only through magic words that appear in thin air. You spent most of the week hiding in your room, due to the ‘sickness’, avoiding any contact that could reveal you were now a married woman.

Jackson, Lorelynn and Yoongi were all starting to suspect. The latter was absent, when Lorelynn and Jackson were downstairs at the table having breakfast. You figured you could grab a quick bite and come back, giving out another excuse about being sick. So down you went, with your dark spectacles magically secured on your face, to avoid any mishaps. You reached the kitchen and noticed the pair at the table, giving them an acknowledging nod, but speaking nothing whatsoever.

“Feeling any better?” Jackson asked first.

“Or are you going to speak only through magic now?” Lorelynn added. ‘No & No’ appeared behind you as a response.

Meanwhile… Jackson and Lorelynn had their own private conversation.

“She could just be using telepathy if she were actually sick.” Jackson texted Lorelynn. “Actually.” ‘We could be using telepathy; this is much quicker.’

‘Yeah, I know. She’s been hiding her eyes and voice for so long… You don’t think?’ Lorelynn’s eyes widened, matching Jackson’s.

‘No… Really? I’m going to make those spectacles fall off.’ Immediately Jackson looked over to you, and suddenly started to strain. ‘Huh, they’re… not coming off? You try.’

‘What do you mean they’re not,’ At that, Lorelynn tried too, meeting the same fate. ‘I CAN’T REMOVE THEM EITHER, THEY’RE BOUND BY MAGIC. THIS BITCH!’

‘THEN DID SHE ACTUALLY-’ Jackson’s telepathy was interrupted by a sudden puff of smoke and dust.

A Fae figure stood in the middle of the kitchen, bearing with him a huge bouquet of flowers. “GOOD MORNING, DEAR WIFE-O-MINE. ARE YOU READY FOR FAE CITY?!” Jungkook screeched. Your spectacles fell off on their own. You had forgotten you had to tell them, you just kept hiding it, ashamed.

“WIFE?!” Lorelynn and Jackson both shouted at once. Lorelynn was clearly faking, she probably knew and was just letting you do you. You couldn’t even answer anything as they both quickly got up to look at your eyes in awe. Lorelynn was quick to check Jungkook and noticed his wrist so she went to inspect yours to be met with the bracelet. “Really? This too? Y’all got married and didn’t say a damn word.”

“Didn’t Rowen tell you?” Jungkook asked, his excitement quickly deflated at the realization that you had not mentioned your union at all, but was mildly interrupted when the plethora of Fae and Royal blood humans swarmed into the house and kitchen shouting cheers of celebration. Of course… Jungkook took your previous deal literally, as Fae do. One week, and we’ll gather everyone. They caused such a commotion that even Yoongi was awakened from his slumber to join the festivities.

Shamefulness, guilt and regret washed over you like a tidal wave as you laid eyes on the momentarily crushed soul that was Jungkook. Mouthing a small, but sincere ‘I’m sorry’, Jungkook gave you a nod, and the purest smile of understanding before responding ‘It’s okay.’ You’d talk it through with him eventually. It’s not like you weren’t excited for it, anyways. He knew that.

After explaining to everyone that you had been married for a week, and apologizing for not saying anything about it, the celebration went on. Jackson was the one hurt most of all, feign of course.

“I’m your best friend, I could have been your Man of Honour. The disrespect. Our friendship is ultimately over.”

“Really? You wanted to be there, holding my hand, while I had a fucking?” You whispered to him, only with him would you be so crude. His brows furrowed, and his nose crinkled in disgust.

“I forgot that’s how our kind does that… Our friendship is reinstated.” He rested his elbow on your shoulder, a classic move since you were the smallest.

“Hah, same. And I thought so.” You smiled, winning this round of many bickering that have come and gone and have yet to happen between you.

Everyone left after roughly an hour, since it was a workday for most elves and humans, and the Fae had to go man their post at the mushroom circle, lest they completely abandon it and get scolded for it again. You all said your ‘see you soons’ and went your own way for the day.

Jungkook stayed downstairs, while Lorelynn was busy helping you pack your bags upstairs.

“You knew, didn’t you?” You asked, breaking the silence that was overwhelming the room.

“I knew the minute you walked into my house covered in Fae cum.” You almost choked on her words. FAE CUM. “I asked Jungkook a long time ago what happens to Fae Dust when Fae have sex because I noticed a slight change in colour with the dust whenever you guys kissed.” So, it was obvious… dumb.

“Why didn’t you say anything? You let me go on hiding this, thinking I was completely keeping it hidden.” You put away the last few things you needed to pack in a hurry, already nervous again.

“I wanted to see how long you kept it up and how long it took Jackson and Yoongi to figure it out.” She smirked. “It’s about time to go, isn’t it?” She handed you the small travel bag with your essentials. It was indeed about time to go. The two of you were not a hug-and-kiss type of friendship, so goodbyes were always sorted with a quick jab at the other. “The least you can do is not show up in front of the Queen in Fae Jizz, be respectful.” Before you could respond, the Elf dashed out of the room, you could hear her footsteps rushing down the stairs. You left it at that, sighing, and headed downstairs to where your husband awaited, with his own bag, rather small.

Jungkook was gleaming, excited for the next step on your journey together, both your journey to Fae City and your journey in life. He took your hand as you approached him, slightly trembling with excited nerves.

“Are you ready, love?” His eyes darted all over your face as he bit his lip eagerly. This was a moment he longed for.

“As I’ll ever be.” You gave him a small squeeze and nod in confirmation. You were ready. To go to Fae City, face the Queen, and start your life with Jungkook, wherever it took you.

You were back deep within the woods with Jungkook, only this time it was for nothing related to the grotto. Well, technically. You had carefully passed way beyond the mushroom circle, down a hidden path bound to Fae City. Jungkook knew the way like the back of his hand, but for you, like the grotto, this was new territory. You almost doubted why you were going so deep, why you were venturing so out of the way, but you knew that the entrance to Fae City had to be hidden.

Jungkook comes to a stop in quite likely the most ominous spot in all the forest.

“Well, this is it.” He squeezed the hand that was entrapped in his for the entirety of the walk.

“Fae City?” You asked dubiously, there was nothing there. The area looked bleak and depressing, too dark and humid, not like anything you had imagine.

“The entrance, yeah.” His eyes stayed forward and then landed on you. “I have to go in first and wait for you on the other side. It can be overwhelming for non-Fae.”

“Oh, okay.” Your voice betrayed you, nerves hitched.

“Don’t worry. Just wait a few seconds before you follow me in. I’ll be right on the other side, I promise.” He kissed your fingers in assurance. You simply nodded, he had a way of calming you down in ways unknown to you, but fully appreciated. He let go of your hands carefully and walked ahead, giving a small nod back at you before disappearing completely.

As he said, you waited a few seconds before following him. A few seconds that felt eternal in this dark, musky and foggy swamp-like place, but still you took your first step, and then another, and another… Until you saw it.

You advance forward through the glistening portal hidden deep in the forest among a layer of fog. You're immediately met by a vibrant, soothing world that welcomes you. A gentle breeze touches you gently from the lush and thick forests in front of you as the rays of a blueish sun warm your skin. Perfect conditions in a perfect world and a sense of excitement takes hold of you. A barrage of the senses takes over as you begin to take in every element of this world you can.

As promised, Jungkook was standing right there. He chuckled at your awe as you took in Fae City. It was unreal, but it was real. You were there. It felt like a dream. The colors were bright, yet soft. The air was crisp and gentle. The sun… Blue, yet it shone with such brightness that not even your yellow sun could beat. You never would have guessed, never would have imagined, that this was what Fae City would be. You were enthralled. “I told you it could be overwhelming.”

You spent that week in Fae City, getting to know what Jungkook’s life was up until now, the places he went to, his culture. Everything a Fae was about, you learned and kept engraved in your mind forever. The visit to the Queen was short. Jungkook simply had to present you and report that he would now be leaving their group due to marrying out of race. His report was marked with the royal seal and archived, he was now free to roam wherever he wanted, for as long as he wanted. He now belonged to you, and not his Queen.

So far, life has been great. You never imagined that giving up your name to a Fae would change your life the way it did. If you had to do it all over, you wouldn’t change a thing. Months after having gotten married and reported to the Fae Queen, Jungkook and you had settled into Glistening Woods semi permanently. You moved out of Lorelynn and Yoongi’s house and moved into your own that was acquired through your and Jungkook’s savings. With a little help from Lorelynn, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jin, Jimin and Taehyung, you managed to furnish your house entirely, which otherwise would have been a hassle. You had a two floor, three-bedroom house, like Lorelynn’s. You were quick to invite Jackson to live with you and he obviously accepted. Wherever you went, he followed. Destined best friends. The remaining room was a guest room which often became Tae’s since he would visit and stay over quite often. The rooms you and Jackson abandoned in Lorelynn’s house quickly became shared rooms for Hoseok and Namjoon, and Jin and Jimin, whenever they needed to stay. Lorelynn liked to call her home the Hotel because of how many of you had stayed over time.

You were sitting on a bench outside your porch at night, drinking a warm cup of tea before you went to bed. You heard the front door open and close behind you. A kiss landing softly on your forehead revealed who it was. Jungkook took a seat next to you, admiring the night sky. Moments like these, silent and unassuming, were the important ones. They made you realize just how lucky you are.

“So,” Jungkook spoke, a smile toying on his lips. “I think we should try for a kid soon.” These sudden words almost caused you to choke on your tea. Almost. You turned a serious gaze to him, as he waited for a response.

“Elves stop craving sex after children.” The Fae’s eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped slightly to a small ‘o’. After blinking and nodding a bit too quickly, he spoke again.

“Yeah, we should wait a bit more before we have children, we’re still newlyweds and all.”

“Waiting sounds good, yeah.” You nodded in agreement, both of you chuckling at shared inner thoughts.

After finishing your tea, the both of you headed back inside and into the bedroom where once again, you would bind yourselves together in lilac marriage.

-end-

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