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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 6 months

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Going flower picking with Sebek, Vil, and Rook, seperately please, headcanons or just a drabble is fine! gn reader :3

Flower-Picking the Heart

Characters; Sebek Zigvolt, Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Rollo Flamme

Content; Gender-neutral reader, fluff, pining, hurt/comfort, unresolved feelings

Word Count; 1.4 K (headcanon format)

Author's Note; I included Rollo since you mentioned that you also wanted to include him. I included some of the symbolism behind the flowers, but may miss some; so do be mindful of that! Also deviated a bit, but still stayed on prompt!

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Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek was standing by your side in the flower garden; this was supposed to be a relaxed day with no duties or responsibilities demanding your attention. Yet, his back was as straight as ever as the both of you slowly made your way through the botanical garden.

You nudged him in the arm, trying to get his attention, only to garner him giving you the side eye and letting out a quiet grunt.

“Hey, you were the one that wanted to come to the botanical garden,” you offer, giving him your own side eye to rival the one he was sending you.

Sebek sighed, silently questioning why Lilia recommended the garden as a hang-out spot (no, it wasn’t a date as Lilia taunted, that’s what Sebek told himself anyway).

“I don’t need to explain myself,” he said in a clipped tone, but he was eyeing the floral displays.

For today they could pick a single bloom, and he was set on getting the best flower for the dorm; a rose that could belong back at the queen’s rose garden! That’s what Sebek had originally thought he was going to do.

That was until you went over to one of the displays and plucked a flower, and gave it to him with an expectant look.

“What is this for,” he nearly shouted, paying mind to control his voice since others were also attending the showcase and he didn’t want to bring prying eyes to this situation.

You tucked a bright blue bloom into his chest pocket, a bright, cheery, contrast against the black of his jacket. A single morning glory blossom.

You hummed, “No reason. It just spoke to me is all.”

A simple honest answer. But why did it cause his ears to burn?

A favour. I cannot owe them a favour for this! So he did the same, looking among the vast amount of blooms until he chose a pale pink peony, shoving it into your hands.

You eyed the flower, and put it into your chest pocket, to match with him. “Alright then, where to now?” Where will we go? Will we continue in this or will we grow into something else?

Flower Language - Morning glory; willful promise, affection - Peony; bravery, bashful, happy life, shame

Vil Schoenheit

Vil had received flowers countless times before, so many times that he had honestly lost count. He was also versed in both flower and overall plant toxicology, but also flower language itself.

This flower-picking trip was originally supposed to be for him to restock for both the school (since Professor Crewel trusted him) and his own stock for potions.

And you just so happened to be there, giving him a small wave from where you were collecting your own flowers.

“This is a pleasant surprise,” Vil offered, walking over to where you were. “Hard at work I see.”

Vil took note of the flowers in your basket, as well as the dirt on your hands; it was charming. Daffodils and pansies? That’s odd, I didn’t take them as the sort to make poison… Hopefully, they do remember that daffodils are toxic and pansies are fine—

“Good to see you too,” you chirped, dusting off your hands from the dry dirt. You took note of his own basket and patted the ground next to you. “Come on then, join me.”

Vil looked at you and without much thought or other prompting, he knelt beside you in the sea of yellow daffodils. “What are you planning to do with those,” he asked, gently clipping a yellow bloom from its stalk.

You paused, a white flower in your hand. “I was going to give them to someone special to me,” you said quietly, deciding to be honest.

“Hm, you must hold this person in high regard then,” Vil eyed you curiously since the long stalks of the daffodils looked quite awkward next to the pansies. “Respect, regard, unequalled love,” he said, holding a daffodil. “Thoughtful and caring,” he looked at the pansies, before looking to you.

“I do, and he is,” you answered, hoping that he hadn’t caught on to your little plan.

Well, he didn’t until he came back to the dorm to find the flowers in a vase. For Vil; I suppose you already know what these mean. And he did.

Flower Language - Daffodil; respect, regard, unequalled love - Pansy; thoughtful, caring

Rook Hunt

“Rook, where exactly are you taking me,” you asked him, facing in his direction (or at least you hoped you were facing his direction since he had handed you a blindfold to “make the surprise be meaningful”).

Rook just gave you the answer he had given you the entire way, “You’ll see soon, Trickster.”

Eventually, the two of you did stop and Rook took off the blindfold.

Flowers, flowers everywhere. Of every shape and colour. They were blooming everywhere.

You were silent for a few moments, just taking everything in. The slight irritation that you were blindfolded slipped to the back of your brain (you could be annoyed with him later) and you watched hummingbirds and fat bees flit from flower to flower.

“What do you think,” Rook asked you quietly, not wanting to break the spell you seemed to be under.

You looked back at him, and a breathy chuckle left your lips. “What do I think? It’s stunning,” you say in awe.

Rook smiled brightly; either at your reaction or that he was correct in that he thought you would enjoy this.

He didn’t say anything though, and just watched you go about the flower field. Even though he wanted to say so many things, he found that he was for once, speechless.

Looking down for a moment something caught his eye; violets. Next to the gardenias, most would not pay them much mind; but Rook gently plucked a few, alongside a gardenia.

“Rook!” Your shouting snapped him out of his own thoughts, and he looked up. “Am I allowed to pick some?”

He blinked before regaining his usual cheery mask. “Oui, but only a few.”

He eyed the flowers he held in his hands before ultimately setting them back down. For although they spoke the truth, Rook wasn’t yet ready to lay his heart bare; not yet.

Flower Language - Gardenia; you're lovely, secret love - Violet; honesty, watchfulness, modesty, faithfulness

Rollo Flamme

Rollo hated that he could feel his heart beat like a bird trying to escape a cage, yet he found himself next to you again, the very person who caused the anomaly; like a moth to flame.

You were taking a path on the outskirts of the city, silent. And while Rollo was often used to the quiet, it only heightened his nerves, causing his heart to beat faster.

“Why did you invite me along,” you asked, breaking the silence.

Rollo faltered in his step before regaining his composure. “While the city is our main attraction, I do find the quiet walkways to be more enjoyable.”

You hummed, eyeing one of the numerous hydrangea bushes that lined the walkway, separating it from a lavender field. “It is rather nice, thank you. Although you can stop your sales pitch on your city.”

Rollo blinked at you, brow slightly furrowed. “Sales pitch?”

“Yeah, like selling all the good points? … Damn, I’ve been spending too much time around some people, sorry.” You felt embarrassed, that you had distrusted him when he was most likely just being proud of his city.

“Hmm,” was all he said, moving along. The silence returned, as Rollo was not the type to make simple small talk or force a conversation where one wasn’t needed.

“Pft,” your sudden outburst of near-silent laughter caught his attention and he stopped, turning to you with a curious look.

“What seems to be funny?” He meant it in a genuine manner, but you just started laughing more which only made him more perplexed. Perhaps the fresh air can do you some harm?

You got a hold of yourself, eyes watering from the wind and your little chuckle fest. “Fleur City, your city is literally flower city, and look what we’re surrounded by; flowers.”

Rollo looked at the flowers and then at you. “It is a bit on the nose, I guess.”

You plucked a hydrangea cluster from the nearest bush and tucked it behind his ear. “But it’s fitting nonetheless.”

If his heart was beating fast before, now his face was sure to be red, and not from the brisk breeze.

Flower Language - Hydrangea; pride, gratitude for being understood, frigidity and heartlessness - Lavender; faithful, distrust

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tonicandjins · 11 months

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the room smells like absolute shit

CHARACTERS: haechan | lee donghyuck and reader

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

GENRE: harry potter au, slytherin!haechan, ravenclaw!reader

WARNINGS: none, just teenage fluff

amortentia (the room smells like absolute shit) is the second installment from 23 moments with donghyuck.

It’s no secret that the ongoing cat-and-mouse game between you and Slytherin House’s very own Lee Donghyuck remains unceasing from the day you and him were sorted five years ago to this day. Today’s no different than the others, except it’s the day before Slytherin House plays against Ravenclaw, your very own, and Lee Donghyuck seems like he’s decided to make your day extra horrible—he’s done it five times already, and it’s barely two in the afternoon.

one

The first one was during breakfast, and if you are being completely honest, you should’ve expected it. Lee Donghyuck likes torturing you when you’re on your period; you don’t even want to remember the full story of how the fuck he even knows what week of the month you get yours. (Long story short: Lee Donghyuck had to be there the first time you got your period in third year.) He claims that he knows your period is on as soon as you enter the Great Hall, because your hair is always uncombed on your first day and your eyebrows are always furrowed when you’re in pain. Donghyuck says if pain and aggravation had colors, you’d be burning in hues now.

“You’re easily the most predictable person I know,” he’d tease, mouth agape as he laughs at the way you would huff from the pranks he’d do just to make your day worse than it already is.

Today was no different. You hadn’t even seen him yet, but he’s made his presence known as soon as you sit and the loudest, most obnoxious sound of fart comes out. It’s Lee Donghyuck who laughs first, and you’re not really in the mood to say anything, hence you take the muggle-made fart cushion off from where you’re seated and throw it from where he’s sitting with his equally cunning friends. You wonder which of his friends brought it for him.

Yeji finds it hilarious. “He just wants to make you laugh,” she comments.

“More like want me to drop out and move across the world,” you grumble as you take a treacle tart and a piece of crumpets from the dishes. The pain stings as you try to sit comfortably. “Fuck this period. Why did none of our ancestors ever think of a stupid charm that could rid period cramps?”

Yuna sighs, agreeing. Yeji smiles even wider and hands you a vial filled with blue-ish liquid.

“What’s this?” you ask, taking it and observing how poorly it’s sealed. “Looks like something a first year would make.”

Yeji shrugs, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “It magically appeared on your seat. The same time that fart cushion popped up under your seat.”

You click your tongue, opening the vial and drinking it anyway. The ocean-colored liquid tastes like absolute crap, if you’re being honest, but its effects come as quickly as the potion runs down your throat. The cramping pain from your lower abdomen vanishes. Like magic.

two

Whining, Donghyuck follows you around after first period—all out, arms wrapped around one of yours as he drags his feet wherever yours take you.

“Donghyuck, my books are heavy enough, stop dragging me with your weight!” you shriek. “I’ll come! I’ll come! Just let me go!”

Donghyuck cheers, surprising you with a big, sloppy kiss on your left cheek, letting you go while you stand frozen in place. “I knew you could never resist me. I will see you at Quidditch then. And you will cheer for me! Fuck Houses! I’ll cheer for you in the Annual International Wizard Gardening Competition!”

He runs off and waves goodbye as he catches up with other players clad in their Quidditch capes and jerseys, blending in like he’s always been born to be in this scene.

You can’t remember a time that Lee Donghyuck isn’t talking about Quidditch. You’d met him in first year, when his voice squeaked higher than it does now, and the first thing he had asked Madam Hooch was when he could join the tryouts. Poor little Donghyuckie spent the entire period sulking and pouting when Madam Hooch confirmed that he should at least finish one year of flying lessons and ask her again next year. It was truly all Donghyuck had ever dreamed about. Hence, he had spent his entire first year in Hogwarts learning about the Quidditch and practicing flying more than anyone in the entire castle.

Come second year, Donghyuck auditions the first day of class after summer break. You remember how the entirety of the Hogwarts had cheered when he showed off his flying skills. It didn’t take long for the captain of Slytherin’s Quidditch team to pick him that day. He’d started as one of the keepers, showcasing his impressive ability to defend Slytherin’s hoops, and made his way up as the team’s Seeker, having been promoted this year, fifth year.

And today was his first big game as their house’s Seeker. It’s Slytherin versus Ravenclaw for the first round, and the entire castle is just shuddering in excitement. Lee Taeyong was Slytherin’s most well-known Seeker, the second youngest Seeker after Harry Potter himself, and the longest one for House Slytherin—from first year until he’d graduated last year. This year is exceptionally intriguing because no one’s won against Slytherin because of Lee Taeyong—at least for the rest of Hogwarts.

It’s different for you, though. It’s appealing in some sense, but stressful in a way.

Donghyuck must feel so much pressure now. You’ve unwillingly known him for years, and despite the never-ending games of teasing and pranks, you and him are everything but strangers. Hence, you conclude that it’s normal to feel this way.

“Quidditch players are so damn lucky,” Renjun, a friend from Hufflepuff, huffs from behind you. “They’re excused for classes when it’s Quidditch season. I wish Slug Club get some sort of perks, too.”

You giggle, hopping and wrapping an arm around the Hufflepuff’s shoulders. “We get the Christmas party every year.”

Renjun shakes you off of him. “Hey, I don’t want to get in trouble with the Slytherins.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Why would you get in trouble with the Slytherins? That’s such a stereotype, Renjun-ah! You’re the last person I thought would have some prejudice over houses!”

“That’s not what I mean, idiot,” he replies. “Words say one of the Slytherins has a thing or two for you. And I don’t want to be in their radar.”

You slap him on the arm. “Didn’t take you to be such a gossiper.”

“It’s not gossip if it’s true!” he defends, ruffling your hair. “Off to Transfiguration?”

You groan. “Yeah. Let’s go together?”

“Sure. Did you finish the assignment—”

“Hey, idiot!” Renjun is cut off by Donghyuck running back to you. “I just remembered I need you for a moment.”

Then he’s pulling you away from Renjun.

You arrive late for Transfiguration. Because Donghyuck wanted you to look at his uniform. Talk about being annoying.

three

Defense Against the Dark Arts is in third period, and Yeji hurts herself halfway through the hour. Yeji and Chenle were playing around and were practicing hex-deflection; the scenarios happened too fast that nobody caught on that Yeji’s been hurt until Chenle started screaming.

“She’ll be fine,” Madam Pompfrey assures as she covers the now sleeping Yeji with duvet. “I’ll have her stay here for the night, too. You can go back to class.”

You nod. DADA is over by now, anyway. “By the way, Madam Pompfrey,” you call out just before she closes the curtain separating Yeji’s bed from the others.

“Earlier today,” you start. “I had really bad cramps because of my period. I found a vial with a blue, green-ish kind of fluid and recklessly drank it. It really helped. Do you have any idea what that is?”

Madam Pompfrey’s eyes widen. “So, that was for you?”

“Huh?”

She smiles. “Donghyuck from Slytherin house has been experimenting on that potion with me for weeks now. He’s been studying in the library, looking for the best ingredients to help with women’s menstrual cramps without any side effects that could compromise the condition of the rest of your body. I heard he had a sister in third year, so I assumed it was for her.”

Your heart somersaults like never before. Madam Pompfrey smiles knowingly. “I guess it was for you,” she concludes.

You leave the hospital wing with your breath hitched, each step making your knees weaker by the second. Lee Donghyuck knows how to annoy you even when he’s on the other side of the damn castle.

four

Lee Donghyuck pulls you away from your friends when you’re on your way out from the Great Hall after lunch.

The door of Room of Requirement appears before you, and Donghyuck pulls you with him, dressed in his brand-new uniform, different from the one he wore earlier before he ran off to practice at the Quidditch Tower. You wonder how he even finds the time to annoy you when the tournament starts in about two hours.

When the door closes, you observe that the room’s transformed itself into a room the size of a greenhouse, filled with lavenders, jasmine, and chamomile. And you have the slightest idea why Donghyuck needs a room full of flowers at this point. You gently place your copy of Advanced Potion-Making on a table that holds countless of ceramic plants holding lavenders.

He starts walking back and forth, anxiety showing in his eyes and the corners of his lips. You can hear how heavily he’s breathing from where you stand.

“Anxious?” you ask. Donghyuck only nods, still walking back and forth. “Here. Come here.” He stops, turning so he could look at you. You step closer when he doesn’t move and take both his hands in yours.

“Breathe in,” you softly say. Donghyuck follows. You start counting to five. “Breathe out.”

You and him repeat and stay like that until you hear his breathing go back to its normal pace. He keeps his eyes on your shoes.

“You’re gonna be fine,” you murmur. Donghyuck closes his eyes. You reach up and cradle his face in your palms. “Where’s all that confidence now? Did you run out of it after drowning me with an incredibly unnecessary amount of confidence all these years? This is the time you need it the most.”

Donghyuck falls apart in your touch and opens his eyes, chuckling. “I knew I made the right decision to pull you here. My confidence came back just now. You’re my confidence. Because you suck and I’m the best.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you reply, rolling your eyes as you step back, the space between you and him reclaiming its presence. “That, you are.”

He smiles. “You don’t suck that much. Just a little. Sometimes.”

“You, too,” you agree. “You’re going to kill it. I’ll cheer on you even if it means everyone in Ravenclaw House hates me.”

“No one could ever hate you,” he says like it’s a fact.

You smirk. “You do, though.”

“I’ve never said I hate you,” he bites back. “In five years that we’ve been unwillingly revolving around each other’s gravity, I’ve never said I hate you.”

You nod. “I know.” You reach up to gently pat his cheeks once again. “People will know you as Lee Donghyuck today, not Lee Taeyong’s replacement. I know that is exactly what’s been going around in that head of yours. They’re gonna remember you today when you show them No Hands and woo the crowd with Sloth Grip Roll. And you’re gonna win it out there.”

Donghyuck’s eyes follow your lips as you speak. He stares at it longer than he should, and you stare at his, like a magnet pulling you in. His honey-colored skin and tantalizing brown eyes look beautiful under the sunlight peeking from the windows of the room, and from where you stand, you see how much he'd grown. Part of you wonders if he feels the same, seeing you in this light and being taken aback to five years ago, the very first day you'd met in the train to Hogwarts. You mull over the possibility of knowing him beyond what the walls of this castle could show you, knowing him beyond teasing remarks and harmless pranks, knowing him beyond all these years of push-and-pull, knowing him beyond sneaking glances at his lips.

But you’re not about to kiss him in the Room of Requirement. Not when all your feelings are all over the place, scattered and lost. Not when you aren’t sure if he even feels the same kind of rush when you’re around.

It doesn't help that this, whatever this means, has been going on for years. You and Donghyuck are growing up together, and though you and him keep saying you're unwillingly spending your teenage years together, you can't help but think, if given the choice in a few years, would you finally, willingly spend your twenties together?

You're nearing the end of your teenage years together, involuntarily and as borderline friends. Does Donghyuck ever think of you in ways you—admittedly—daydream about him sometimes? Does he think of you when he drinks chamomile tea the way you remember him when you get a taste of butterbeer? Does he also wonder what you do in the summer and think of calling you, only to back out right before pressing call because his heart is thump, thump, thumping like fucking crazy just by the thought of hearing your voice?

Does Donghyuck feel the way your knees are weak now?

Your heart pounds, so loud that you can hear it beating right in your eardrums.

So, you flee, telling him you’re late for Potions, which you most definitely are, leaving Donghyuck and hopefully, the feelings you can’t seem to figure out.

five

The room smells like the Quidditch pitch when you arrive fifteen minutes into the class.

Professor Slughorn raises an eyebrow on you, but tilts his head towards the board where it shows which potion the class is working on today. You find your way towards Yuna and it’s only then that you realize you’d left your Advanced Potions-Making book inside the Room of Requirement. Yuna lets you share her book. The entire class is halfway done anyway.

The potion for the day is called Amortentia, which is apparently the most powerful love potion in existence, which you think is absolute bullshit. You skip through all its description, effects, and history, proceeding to the details instructions of how it’s done.

You start with boiling half a cup of standard potion water and later on adding ashwinder eggs, rose thorns, refined peppermint oil, and moonstone. Once it’s exactly as it’s described in the book, you drop the mother of pearl. The last ingredient was a drop of blood, so you quickly prickle a finger with a needle, pressing your pink with two fingers until the red liquid drops from your skin down to the cauldron.

You finish a little later than everybody, and you’re not sure whether you’d followed the instructions correctly, because yours still smell like the Quidditch pitch. You look around, and everybody’s busy smelling theirs. You lean over to your cauldron, and it doesn’t smell like anything exceptional in particular. Alongside the grassy scent of the pitch is warm tonka bean, deep cedar, and the overwhelming scent of rich jasmine and vivacious juniper berries, which isn’t really that impressive because you smell this all the time.

You smell it all the time because it smells exactly like Donghyuck.

You grab the book from the table you share with Yuna.

Page 62 says, “Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in existence. It caused a powerful infatuation or obsession from the drinker. It had a distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rose from it in characteristic spirals. Amortentia is considered an incredibly dangerous potion, as one should have never underestimated obsessive infatuation.” Then why the fuck does it smell like Donghyuck? And the entire god damn room, too? Does Donghyuck bathe in Amortentia every day?

“Yuna,” you ask. “What does your potion smell like?”

“Sandalwood,” she answers dreamily. “And leather. And floral rose.”

Oh. Then you must have done something wrong. “I think I mixed up the ingredients.”

“Well, what does yours smell like?”

You shrug, “Something really weird.” You turn the page to 63 where the potion is described better.

“Amortentia smells different for everyone,” Yuna continues, and so does the book.

“Amortentia has a different aroma for everyone who smelt it, reminding each person of the things that they found most attractive," the book says.

“Basically,” Yuna’s voice fades in the background. “You smell whatever you’re attracted to."

"Even if the person did not acknowledge or was unaware of their fondness for the object of their affection themselves," the book shouts.

Oh no.

Yuna sighs dreamily, "I aced mine pretty well. I mean, for example, my potion smells exactly like—”

“Donghyuck,” you whisper when it truly, truly hits you.

“No, silly,” she laughs.

“No, Yuna,” you protest. “Mine smells like—”

“Donghyuck, what brings you here?” Professor Slughorn’s voice catches you off-guard. You and Yuna turn to where he’s looking at, and by the door, Lee Donghyuck stands, holding your copy of Advanced Potion-Making.

“I just wanted to bring this to Y/N. She’d left it when she was wandering around Slytherin’s quarters because she’s so obsessed with me,” he announces, smiling widely as he shows off the book.

You stay frozen in place. “What are you all cooking?” Donghyuck sniffs, looking around until he locks eyes with you. “What’s this horrible scent?”

Oh, no.

Donghyuck keeps his eyes on you, equally as confused when he starts realize what the potions smell like.

“Why are you wasting so much perfume, Y/N?” he asks. Everyone goes silent. “The room smells like absolute shit.”

Oh. Merlin’s Beard.

bonus

Slytherin House wins, of course, and you lose your voice cheering for Ravenclaw and Lee Donghyuck, which earned you side-eyes from your peers and at the same time teasing remarks from Renjun and Yuna.

His friends call you an honorary Slytherin and invites you to their Common Room. You're the first person that Lee Donghyuck looks for at the afterparty.

He arrives earlier than the others, and his mates gather around him as soon as he steps in the room, but Donghyuck, Merlin's Beard, Lee Donghyuck doesn't waste time and goes straight to where you stand and kisses the air out of your lungs.

You're on your fifth year in Hogwarts when you learn that Lee Donghyuck tastes like strawberries and that the perfume his mother makes for him is made from jasmine and juniper berries.

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ange1princess · 2 years

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#𝑽𝑰𝑪𝑬 𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑴 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺: 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑴𝑬~

Summary: What makes them smile?

Characters: Vice dorm leaders + cater! Trey, Ruggie, Jade, Jamil, Rook, Cater, Lilia

Genre: Fluff!

Warnings: None

A/N: Sorry I'm posting after so long college apps have been taking my Life anyways pls pray and hope that i get into college thanks my loves, and enjoy!! OKAY I WROTE THIS A WEEK AGO and yes it took me over a week to write this because i got Sick 😭😭😭 going to try posting 1 fic everyday for a week.

+ !! Likes and Reblogs very appreciated !! +

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— When you enjoy his baking

You smile to yourself as you sit in your room waiting for Trey to show up, he promised he'll bring you some of the new recipes he's trying out and you couldn't be more excited. You hear a knock at the door of Ramshackle Dorm and you rush to open it almost tripping over yourself in your excitement.

Trey greets you with a sweet smile, "Hi darling," he says as he enters, giving you a quick peck before making himself comfortable on the now mostly repaired couch, he opened the box exhibiting a variety of sweet treats all for you. Your eyes shine as you look at them and you open your mouth expectantly, wanting Trey to feed them to you, you wait looking over at him, urging him on letting out a long "aahh". There's a light blush dusting his cheeks as he moves closer picking up a cupcake and holding it out as you bite into it, letting out a slight moan at how it melts in your mouth, fluttering your eyes shut in contentment only to open them to see Trey, his smile sweeter than his treats as he looks at you with love and admiration.

— When you give him a massage

He accidentally bumps into you losing his footing because as his sore muscles beg for rest, dropping the laundry he was just carrying. "Fuck, are you okay?" He helps you up paying no mind to the scattered clothes, mand aking sure you're fine before you help him pick them up. "I should be asking you if you're okay", you say looking at him with concern, "How much more work do you have?" you ask, looking at the time, it was almost 8 pm. "This is the last one for the day," he says continuing on his way, as you walk besides him.

You accompany and help him with his work, making him finish everything before time. "I know just what you need," you say dragging him back to your dorm and upstairs to your room. "Take your top off and lie on you stomach," he looks at you quizzically but all you do is urge him on to do so, he was sceptical but trusts you and does as you say. You take some oil from your bedside table and start to work out the stubborn kinks and knots in his shoulders as he lets out a sigh urging you on.

When you're done you can hear little snores and see him asleep with a relaxed smile on his face.

— When you ask for his help

You were trying, you really were, but memorising all these ingredients and what they're meant for, their properties and how they form what potions along with having to learn the history of the great seven was turning out to be too much for you. Your finals were going to be starting in less than a week, and you were so close to giving up. You dragged your feet over to the Mostro Lounge to look for the only person you're willing to ask for help. "What can I do for you today?" Jade asks you, approaching your table with his usual smile. "Jade, I really need your help, when do you get off?" You ask with a sense of urgency. "Oh? Is something wrong?" You nod frantically, only for him to go to the backroom leaving you alone for a minute. "I'm free for the night ______", he says as you stand up relieved, maybe you do have a shot at passing after all.

The two of you spend an hour or two with Jade patiently and carefully explaining the ingredients and their functions to you, relating them to things you use or would've used in a normal scenario from all the stories you've told him from back home. All your focus is on trying to memorise the seemingly never-ending lists only to glance up for a second to see a serene, beautiful smile gracing Jade's soft features, as he watched over you.

— When you share your stories with him

You laid your head in Jamils lap as he hummed an unfamiliar yet soothing tune. Times like these were rare when the both of you found yourselves free from your duties and responsibilities, getting a moment in time to be with each other, unbothered by the woes of the world and your past, all that the both of you can think of is the present. "Tell me more about your life, you've got some interesting stories," you say, a teasing lilt in your tone as you look up at him adoringly. "I would but I'm curious about you, coming here out of seemingly nowhere, only to turn things upside down whats your story temptress?" He responded brushing your hair out of your eyes.

"Hm, it's nothing interesting really," you say as you go on to recount your days back home, the way you used to play at the playground, and your friends back home. Talking about your favourite toys and the plushie that used to sit at the edge of your bed every night and how you used to have trouble sleeping without your favourite blanket. You recalled the stories you read in your beloved books, and felt a twinge of nostalgia as you did.

Before either of you knew it, the sun was setting and people were going back to their dorms to call it a day. You looked up only to see Jamil with his eyes closed, resting his head against a tree as he smiled, content in listening to your voice, feeling special that you felt safe and connected enough to share your life experiences with him.

— When you act shy

Rook sneaks up on you as you sir under the shade of a tree to protect yourself from the blistering heat. "Bonjour mon coeur," he says as he slips down next to you, careful as to not stain his clothes by the slightly overgrown grass. "What're you doing all alone on this lovely day mon amour?" You blush at his nonchalant and frequent usage of the terms of endearment. You weren't really used to them, and although you thought you'd get used to them after hanging around Rook more, you never did, in fact they just made you feel shyer each time.

He takes your hand in his and looks at you. "You can always accompany me you know?" You reply not being able to look him in the eye, as you feel a warmth spread through your body at his gentle touch. "I'd rather spend time with you indoors with a cold beverage mon chéri," he says as he stands up, holding a hand out to you. You take it bashfully as the two of you make your way to Pomefiore. You look at the ground only to glance up for a split second to see Rook smile, as he basks in the sweetness of your shyness.

— When you play with or do his hair

"Please Cay! I promise you'll look so cute and Magicam worthy, please, please, please?" You resort to batting your lashes at him as he sighs and inevitably gives in. He can't say no to that cute face of yours after all. "Alright but cutting my hair is off limits," he says, as he takes a seat on the floor so that you can style his hair the way you want. Although he loved the feeling of your fingers carding through his silky strands, he didn't trust anyone with styling his hair, sticking to the basics. He leaned back a little to give you easier access and sighed as you gently massages his scalp for a few minutes before getting to work.

He melted into your touch as you took two strands of his hair that framed his face and braided them. Using two clips to secure them in place you decided to leave his hair open. You look down at Cater now completely reclining against the sofa, maybe he's asleep? you think to yourself as you catch him smiling, "Is it done?" he asks, slightly disappointed that you didn't take longer. All you could do is grin before holding up the mirror, to which his smile only grew as he admired his new favourite hairstyle.

— When you want to listen to his stories

He was quite old despite his deceptive appearance, he'd lived for centuries and would probably live for centuries more. He had stories of war and victory which were exciting, but his favourite stories were ones from his everyday life, yet no one seemed to care for them as much as he did, and then he met you. "As much as I love your stories of winning and conquering, tell me more about you! How you've adapted and lived over the years, I want to know more!" You said with enthusiasm that he hadn't witnessed in decades.

The sincerity of your words filled him with joy as he went off on tangents about the time that he had to survive in the wild which forced him to gain an extensive knowledge about plants and animals. He talks about how he's been getting more into the gaming space recently and has oftentimes played with idia who's a lot harsher with his words during gameplay than one would expect in real life. He talks about his years raising Malleus and Silver, and how one day he wants to have another little family, even though he might outlive them as he looks at you with a tenderness that's rare to his playful nature. You sit there listening for hours, as the tea in your cup sits cold and forgotten on the wooden table of the diasomnia living room, as Lilia beams excited to tell you more.

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nadinebrooks · 10 months

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hii I was wondering if you could do a harry j potter x fem!reader fluffy oneshot (takes place in hbp) where they’re just chilling in Harry’s dorm cuddling and harry tells the reader how much he loves her and he’s like touchy touchy cuddly kisses pecks all over the face whispering sweet nothings, etc. I think it’d be very cute<3 also I’m sorry if you don’t understand something but English isn’t my first language (me crying in poland rn cause it’s just fucking hard to not make any mistakes) anyway I hope you understood. have a nice night or day idk in poland it’s night. thank you!!

Here is the link to my masterlist.

Harry Potter x Reader: Ray of Light

Warnings: Tons of fluff

As the late afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows of the Gryffindor Tower, it cast a warm glow across the room. You sat comfortably in Harry’s dorm room while leaning against a pile of pillows on his bed. The two of you had decided to spend some time away from the worries and dark secrets that currently plagued the corridors of Hogwarts.

As the moments ticked by in comfortable silence, Harry was lazily flipping through the pages of his Potions textbook that had been upgraded by the Half-Blood Prince. Whenever he got some extra time, he loved to flip through the contents of his book and read over new potions and spells.

Momentarily glancing up from the book, he couldn’t help but be captivated by your beauty. The way that the sunlight trickled in from the window danced across her face highlighting everything that Harry deemed to be perfect.

On top of that there was your unwavering support. You had stood by him since day one. Through thick and thin. The way you made him feel grounded when it seemed like everything else was falling apart.

He decided that today was the day. He was going to muster up the courage to tell you exactly how he felt. The truth had been living within his heart for what felt like years now. He slowly closed the book and placed it on his bedside table and turned to face you. His emerald eyes were filled with unspoken longing.

“(y/n), there’s something I need to tell you.” His voice was soft, but it was filled with emotion.

“What’s up Harry?” You pushed yourself up from the pile of pillows and met his gaze filled with curiosity and anticipation.

“You mean the world to me. I never thought I would find someone who understands me like you do. I’ve dealt with a lot of darkness in my life. More than anyone should have to deal with. And you have been my ray of light.” He couldn’t remember the last time he had been this vulnerable with someone. The fact that the sunshine was now trickling across the both of you made this moment even better.

Your heart skipped a beat and the feeling of warmth filled your entire body. You had held on to your feelings for Harry just as long as he had, but you never dared to reveal them out of fear or rejection or even complicating the friend group.

“I’ve felt the same way for so long, Harry.” You reached across the bed and gently grabbed his hand. Your voice was barely audible, but they carried the weight of sincerity.

As both of your words hung in the air, any sort of tension evaporated and was replaced with a sense of comfort. You scooted closer to him, wrapping your arms around him and pulled him in closer. Without even thinking about it, he instantly leaned into your embrace. You rested your head against his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart. The world outside faded away and left only the two of you embarrassing.

“With everything going on with Voldemort, I couldn’t do this without you by my side.” Harry’s fingertips brushed against your cheek. His touch was as light as a feather.

“You don’t have to do any of this alone Harry. I’m going to be there for whatever you need.” You assured him. There was a flicker of gratitude in his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours. It felt as if the world had conspired to bring you together at this very moment.

“I love you (y/n). I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have someone like you in my life.” He admitted, his voice was a mere whisper. Wrapped in each other’s arms, you felt a sense of serenity, as if the chaos of the world couldn’t reach you here.

These three words hung in the air and carried a profound weight that echoed through the room. It was a declaration that went past the boundaries of friendship. In the stillness of the moment, Harry pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead, his lips lingered against your skin.

As the sun began to dip behind the horizon, you and Harry remained entwined. You know that as long as you had each other, it didn’t matter what was going to happen in the future.

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dracoxsworld · 10 months

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hey I was wondering If you could do a harry x reader oneshot (takes place in ootp or hbp) where harry and reader are dating for a few months and reader is still not completely comfortable around harry because she isn’t used to physical contact and one day when harry wants to cuddle with her she just stiffens or flinches which causes harry to worry about her cause he doesn’t know if she has some trauma or something and you can make up the rest but make it extremely fluffy? only if you want to do it tho I just thought it’d be cute <3

A/N: Holy cow this is a really good idea. I feel like Harry is so clingy and like, cuddly, so this prompt is so perfect for him! I edited the timeline a bit to tie in GOF just for storyline purposes buuut I hope you still enjoy!

WARNINGS: Mentions of past trauma/abuse, but only briefly. The rest is fluff. <3 I’ll put a *** as a warning if you want to skip past it, and a *** at the end so you know it’s over.

“There they are! That’s who’s dating Harry Potter!” Hushed voices whispered throughout the castle walls as you walked to class.

You were used to hearing people talk. Both in a positive light– and in a negative one.

You and Harry began your relationship at the beginning of 4th year. Unknowingly, (and unintentionally) Harry became even more famous by being thrown into the Triwizard tournament against his will. With you already being relatively shy, and soft spoken; you and Harry decided it may be best to keep your relationship secret.

Harry knew people would bother you and pick at you to reveal if he purposely got himself into the tournament somehow–; even though you both knew that he didn’t.

After 4th year, you both finally announced your relationship. It was the first day of 5th year, you and Harry just celebrated your one year anniversary, and were both happy. However, given the secrecy of your relationship, and Rita Skeeter being an unregistered Animagus sneaking around Hogwarts, you and Harry weren’t able to behave like normal couples do.

Sure, there was sneaky hand holding, smiles and resting your head on his shoulder, etc. But no kisses, no cuddles, nothing that you would see other couples at Hogwarts would do.

You of course craved the intimacy, longed for the closeness of your boyfriend, but you hadn’t had affection in a long time anyway. You weren’t to used to a gentle, loving touch. Harry didn’t know much about your past, you’d never talked about it with anyone. Until one day.

You heard the hushed voices surround you in the hallway. It’s been two weeks since you and Harry announced your relationship, you had expected people to drop the subject and get h!bored of it, but you underestimated the obsession with the Harry Potter. Ginny Weasley have you the stink eye as you passed her in the hall. She very obviously had developed a huge crush on Harry since she had seen him for the first time. You gave her an apologetic look, even though it wasn’t your fault.

You turned around the corner and ran into someone.

“Shit, I’m so sorry I was in a rush and,” you began to say, before looking up to a familiar boy with messy raven hair. He smiled down at you, crouching down to your level.

“I haven’t seen you all day, my love, are your classes over?” Harry asked. You nodded, your face turning scarlet as he helped you up. “Are you?” you asked quietly. Harry nodded, taking your books out of your hands carrying them for you. “Shall we go to the common room? Everyone is going to Hogsmade but, I’m not really in the mood today.” Harry suggested, beginning to walk down the hall with you. “Sounds lovely, todays been really draining my social battery.” You chuckled, awkwardly clasping your hands together since Harry was carrying your books for you.

You and Harry sat in the common room, studying for your upcoming potions test. You always did better with potions than Harry did, so you tried your best to help.

“I just don’t understand,” Harry sighed, closing the potions book. You chuckled softly “Harry, you can’t give up! It just takes time.” You insisted, taking his hand in yours. His green eyes looked up from the closed book to your E/C eyes. A gentle smile formed on his face. “Thank you for trying to help, I promise I’ll keep working at it.” He replied. You nodded “As long as you keep trying.” You said gratefully.

“So, has anyone asked you questions about our relationship?” You asked Harry, fiddling with your quill. Harry took a sip of pumpkin juice from a mug Mrs. Weasley made for him with the letter “H” hand painted on it.

“Normal stuff, Hermione and Ron were kind of mad at first for not telling them, but they understood once I explained.” Harry said.

“Luna said we’re a match made in the stars.” You said, recalling what your friend had told you. Luna was the most supportive of your relationship, her eyes lit up when you told her.

Harry smiled, red forming in his cheeks. He shuffled closer to you on the couch you both were lounging on.

You watched Harry scoot closer to you, and you took a shaky breath he didn’t seem to notice. You and Harry had never cuddled, or kissed very much since you revealed your relationship. Quick pecks here and there, but nothing personal or very romantic.

Harry's hand slowly went towards your face to caress it. but before it could reach you, you flinched. Harry's calm expression quickly changed to concern. His eyebrows furrowed at you. "Love?" He said softly, but you couldn't look at him in the eye. You hated that your body still reacted the way it did.

"Did you think I was going to hurt you?" The boy asked.

"I would never think you would hurt me, I-" You began, beginning to choke. "I just, I'm sorry." your voice broke. Harry just watched you, his arm slowly and cautiously wrapped around you, you leaned into him. For the first time, and after a year of dating, you were in Harry's arms. It felt right, you felt complete.

"What's wrong, did I upset you?" Harry whispered, planting a kiss on your head.

You shook your head. "It's just me, I'm broken" You explained. "I've never opened up to you about it." You added about a moment of thinking.

"About what?" He asked, his thumb rubbing your back.

"My past relationship was extremely unhealthy." You murmured. "He watched every move, criticized every move, too."

Harry didn't interrupt. “I could tell when I’d piss him off, he would get really angry.” You explained.

***

Harry sat up and faced you, and you faced him. “Y/N, what would he do when he was angry?” Harry asked simply. You looked at him and you felt your ears go hot, and your eyes filled with tears. “He’d hit me, you know. Put his hands on me.”

Harry’s eyes now mirrored yours, filling with tears. He also looked angry, his fists were balled up. He was looking down at his fists, he was quiet, not saying a word. But you knew what he was thinking. You weren’t sure what to do, but you grabbed his hands and held them in yours and looked at him.

***

“I am never going to hurt you, Y/N.” Harry said quietly, and very softly. “I’m going to promise you a lot of things, one is that I will never hurt you.”

You smiled, and slowly snuggled into his arms. Your body was tense, but his fingers delicately rubbed up and down your back. He planted a soft kiss on your forehead. You both sat there for a moment, in silence. Just enjoying each others company.

“My other promise is that I’ll always love you.” Harry added.

“I’ll always love you too, Harry.”

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starboyshoyo · 1 year

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Cat Got Your Tongue?

Pairing: Ace Trappola x reader

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Genre: fluff, humor

Word Count: 1k

A study date with your crush, Ace Trappola, gone just a little bit awry

“Hey, hey~” a voice teases from behind you, and you groan. It’s only natural that the silence of your study session in the library would be interrupted by the one and only Ace Trappola, the- albeit handsome- annoyance extraordinaire.

“What do you want, Trappola?” you mutter, turning your head away from him. “Some of us are trying to prepare for Professor Trein’s quiz tomorrow-”

A wet finger immediately pokes you in the ear, and you yelp, swatting his hand away. “Hey! Gross, you buffoon!”

Ace cackles at your reaction, plopping down in the seat next to you with no regard for your school bag that he just crushed. “I’m not here to distract you, I promise,” he explains as you finally turn around and look at him. His hair is even more unruly today than usual, you notice.

“I was gonna try reading up on Crewel’s potion formulas, but I forgot my textbook back at Heartslabyul- and stupid Deuce won’t let me borrow his.” He shakes his hair down at an imitatiation of the other boy. “‘No can do,’” he mimics exaggeratedly. “‘An honor student needs to study with his own book, so he can do well in class. Mommy will be mad at me if I don’t get at least 50%!’”

You sigh at his antics. So much for not distracting you. “Deuce is doing his best, you know,” you reminded him. “We’d do well to follow his example.” Standing up and stretching, you snap the book shut. Yanking your bag from under him, you gesture towards the door. “Why don’t we go get your book from Heartslabyul dorm? I need to get out of this stuffy place anyways- my neck was starting to hurt.”

Ace grins up at you, still lounging in the chair. “You’d walk all that way with me? What a sweet friend,” he teases. Why don’t we study in the Rose Garden? He stands up himself, plucking your History of Magic book off of the tabletop and handing it to you. “Don’t forget this, or our study date will be ruined.”

The words study date registered very briefly in your head. “It’s not a-” you splutter. Ace’s grin gets even wider. “It’s not a- I mean, it’s not my history book,” you amend your sentence.You weren’t technically avoiding the question, the book was indeed not yours. “It’s a reference book- I’m not supposed to take this outside the library.”

“Come on,” Ace wheedles. “Study date, remember? It won’t be a study date if I’m the only one studying and you’re just checking me out,” he winks. “I’ll even get us some pies from the kitchen to eat in the garden together. Trey was planning to make a fresh batch of blueberry tarts yesterday.”

Oh, Ace knew you well. “Fine,” you grumble, stuffing the book in your bag as discreetly as you could. “But only for the pies!”

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The rose gardens are exceedingly beautiful every time you see them. As you lay on your stomach in the grass, bright green strands tickling your cheeks, you sneak a glance at Ace out of the corner of your eye. He’s deep in concentration, face twisted into a pout. You always thought he was cute, but saying it to his face took a little too much courage that you didn’t have yet. Admiring him in your head would have to be enough for now.

The sun is warm on both of your backs, making you a little sleepy. Resting your head on the cool cover of the library book, you scoot just a bit closer now, so that your shoulders were touching. He smells a bit like raspberries, from the tart he had wolfed down as soon as you had arrived in the garden, and the shampoo he uses after basketball practice. It’s familiar, from the victory hugs he would give you after a successful score- something in between boyish cologne and comforting warmth.

Ace glances briefly at you, seeming a little surprised- but he doesn’t move away. He turns slightly, moving his hand up to your face and gently tracing his thumb over your cheek. “You had a bit of jam from the tarts there,” he says, grinning. When you push your face into his side, he quips, “If I didn’t know better, I would say you were trying to get with me.”

Affection bubbles up in you. “Maybe I am,” you whisper back. Your faces are a mere inch or two apart, those eyes sparkling with mischief.

If you just leaned a bit closer…

“TRAPPOLA!” a voice roars from across the garden. You and Ace spring apart, scrambling onto your feet. The library book lays forgotten in the grass, along with an empty plate covered in tart crumbs. Housewarden Riddle Rosehearts is staring at it with fury, his face quickly becoming the same shade of red as his hair. “Blatant disrespect!” he screams at the flustered boy. “Rule 89! What does rule 89 say? You must not eat the Queen’s tarts without her permission!”

“Housewarden Riddle!” Ace stammers, “I- I didn’t mean to break a rule, I was just trying to get something nice to eat while studying-”

“And a public display of affection in front of the Queen? There’s never been such disrespect!” The Heartslabyul housewarden continued his rant, with no regard to Ace’s protests. “Heathens! All of you! OFF WITH YOUR HEA- MPH!”

“Cat got your tongue!” you cried, the incantation of your signature spell fading into the air. You turned around just in time to see Riddle’s mouth snap shut. Immediately, the Heartslabyul housewarden’s eyes bugged out, face going red with rage. He was trying to open his mouth, and you knew that if he could speak, he would be hollering at the top of his lungs.

Ace stares at you. “How’d you do that?” he asked, incredulous. “If you’d been there when I ate that tart in the first week, then-”

“No time to talk!” you yelped, shoving Ace behind a rose hedge. “My spell won’t last long- come on, let’s run!”

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grandeoatmilklatte · 10 months

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Sweet Trouble 🍬

So I've been so deep into the HL fandom lately and have followed so many blogs with so many amazing pieces of work that I finally decided to try to write something myself. I've never written much of anything, yet alone fan fic before, so please go easy on me! 🥺 Enjoy I guess!

Sweet Trouble - Garreth x Gryffindor female MC (in second person format though cause that's just how I felt most comfortable writing this first time!)

4.6k word count - Fluff and smut!

Summary: Garreth, the boy you’ve had a crush on for two years now, invites you on another one of his adventures, but this one doesn’t go exactly as planned, as an accident brings you two closer together than ever before.

18+! NSFW! Characters are aged up and in 7th year! Don’t even breathe near this fic if you aren’t 18+!

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“Hello, fellow trouble maker!” You hear the ginger haired boy yell in your direction as you make your way through the Entrance Hall. You give him a dramatic eye roll as you walk over to him.

“What do you want now, Weasley? You already got us in trouble once today, is that not enough?” You replied back to him in a tone that you made clear was a playful one.

You had a huge crush on Garreth from the moment you met him two years ago in the Gryffindor common room on your first day. You were a new student and you were nervous about your new school and new life. But his charming and funny personality drew you in. The two of you have been inseparable ever since. You developed feelings for him immediately, but you were still mustering up the courage to tell him. You were also still trying to determine if he even felt the same. The thing is, he did. He also fell for you the moment he met you. He loved your confidence and your fearlessness, and he loved how you never made him feel stupid for all his antics, despite the playful teasing you often engaged in. You both were afraid to make the first move, afraid to ruin the beautiful friendship you had created.

All of your friends, however, knew there was something between you two with the way you behaved around each other. Your bodies always seemed to be touching in one way or another - sitting so close to each other in classes and meal times that your knees would touch, linking arms to walk between classes, and pulling each other into suspiciously long embraces when you weren’t going to the same class. Not to mention the jealousy you both showcased seeing each other talk to someone of the opposite sex. Even Ominis, one of your closest friends who’s been blind since birth, could feel Garreth’s jealous glare whenever you helped him in class. And one time, although you’d never admit this out loud, you hexed this one Gryffindor girl’s diary to fly around the library after she laughed a little too hard at one of Garreth’s jokes (it wasn’t THAT funny). You two were in love, but you just couldn’t see it yet.

“Oh stop! It wasn’t THAT bad!” Garreth replied with a cheeky smile on his face.

“No, of course not. You only almost BLEW UP our potions classroom with ingredients that I stole from the storage room for you.” You said with faked annoyance. “You’re SO lucky Professor Sharp considers me a ‘model student’ otherwise we would have had two weeks of detention! You know, I’m getting a little tired of getting in trouble with you!”

“But I thought you loooooved getting into trouble with me?” He fired back with that same cheeky smile on his face. Your lips curled up into a smile, the kind of smile that always lit a fire in him. He quickly continued before his brain had the chance to conjure up naughty thoughts about those pretty pink lips of yours and how they’d feel against his skin. “Anyway, I have a little adventure for us. We won’t get caught, well, we won’t as long as we’re sneaky. But I promise, the pay off will be worth it.”

You sighed. “I’m listening.” Even though you really didn’t need an explanation. You were always interested in whatever crazy idea he had.

He went on to explain his plan. “So, there’s a secret passageway here in the castle that leads straight into the Honeydukes basement!” He didn’t elaborate how he found out about this secret passageway in the first place, but it was behind a statue of a one-eyed witch, and needed a password to get into, which he somehow had.

“Alright, so we’re trespassing into Honeydukes for what reason, exactly?” you inquired.

“Well, I have this idea for a new beverage inspired by Fizzing Whizzbees, a ‘Fizzing Whizzbeer’ if you will! It’s going to be great! I’m just missing some Billywig stings, which I know for sure are down in that basement!”

“And why am I getting roped into this?”

“Because, adventures are always fun with a partner!” He said, trying his best to butter you up so that you’d say yes. Desperate times call for desperate measures, so he decided to hit you with some of his good ol’ Weasley charm. “And besides, who better to take to the sweetest shop in town than the sweetest girl I know?” He gave you a wink.

Your knees almost gave out from that wink, but you kept your composure. “What’s in it for me?” You asked, once again pretending as if you weren’t already fully on board from the moment he said “I have a little adventure for us”.

“If, no, WHEN my Fizzing Whizzbeer gets big, you can be my business partner! Just think about it - you and me, entrepreneurs fresh out of school!”

Business partners? You would have preferred romantic partners, but you couldn’t help the feeling in your stomach when he referred to the two of you as a unit - ‘you and me’. It sounded so lovely. “Hmmmm.” You glanced up at the ceiling pretending you were making a decision. “I guess we’re going to Honeydukes then, partner!”

His gorgeous green eyes lit up. He looked so cute when he was excited. “Woohoo!” He pulled you into one of those suspiciously long embraces, relishing in the feeling of your bodies pressed against each other. You were doing the same.

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After midnight that night, you met Garreth by the statue, which he explained was near the third floor corridor. To make sure you weren’t caught, you cast a disillusionment charm on yourself and headed over. You found him waiting for you off to the side of the statue, no doubt trying to be out of sight. You took the opportunity to sneak up on him, causing him to make the cutest little yelp you had ever heard.

“Bloody hell! Was that necessary?!” He whispered aggressively through gritted teeth, trying not to draw any attention to you.

“No, but it was funny!” You said as you removed the charm from yourself.

He huffed. “You ready?” You nodded. He then turned to the statue, did a quick glance around to make sure no one was around, and then spoke the password, which caused the statue to move and reveal the opening to the passageway. You also gave a quick glance around to make sure you weren’t spotted, and the two of you headed inside, the statue closing behind you.

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It was dark for a moment before your surroundings lit up. You noticed a long corridor with several torches lining the walls that lit up as you traveled down. At the end of the corridor you were met with a lift that appeared to be broken. Before you could react, Garreth cast Repairo to restore the lift to working condition so you could ride it down deeper into the ground. You were impressed so far.

Your positive feelings were quickly extinguished however when you exited the lift as you now continued down a dark, cavernous tunnel with Garreth leading the way, the pair of you walking close to each other. Your nervousness about being so close to your crush got the better of you when you heard the sound of Garreth accidentally kicking a rock on the ground. You let out a soft scream, grabbing Garreth’s hand. He chucked. “It’s okay, sweet girl! It’s just a rock. I think we can handle it if it tries to attack us!” You let out an annoyed huff, but still kept a grip on his hand. After all, it was pretty dark. You didn’t want to trip and hurt yourself, better to be safe and have something to hold on to. He agreed, and thought this was a great excuse to interlace his fingers with yours, a warm feeling rising in both of your stomachs.

A few more paces later you approached a ledge that would have been too high to reach without assistance, as well as a platform on the ground. These were blocked, however, by a giant wall of spiderwebs.

“YUCK! Foul things! Garreth if we get attacked by spiders down here I will kill you!” you yelled as you cast Incendio to burn up the blockade.

“Oh, I’ve never seen any spiders down here! And if we do, of course I’ll protect you! What kind of Gryffindor would I be if I didn’t protect my girl…I…I MEAN my friend…my future business partner…haha!” he let out a nervous chuckle, internally screaming at himself for that slip up. He really hoped you had feelings for him, otherwise he had just made a total fool out of himself.

You froze. “My girl?” You thought to yourself. Hearing that from him made your heart skip a beat, and you squeezed your thighs together to alleviate the tingling feeling that was starting in your most sensitive area. Maybe he really did feel the same? You hoped you’d find out for sure sooner rather than later.

With the spider webs now gone, you approached the ledge and platform. Garreth cast Levioso on the platform, causing it to rise and float, providing a way to get up onto the higher ledge, which you both managed to reach effortlessly. A few more paces deeper into the tunnel you found what appeared to be an impassable gap, with the rest of your journey being on the other side of this gap.

“Shit, now what?” you thought out loud. Garreth answered your question by walking over to the ledge, looking down, and casting Levioso, which raised another platform down below, allowing the two of you to get across. While getting across, you had taken note that you were above a lake, which would break your fall if you were to slip.

You encountered two more bridges similar to this first one, with the third bridge having the biggest gap between the platform once raised and the ledge. Garreth went first, reaching his hands out to help you across. You reached for his hands and tried to step on the platform, but slipped before you could grab him, and a second later you found yourself deep in the water below.

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You let out a harsh gasp for air when you came up from the frigid water, with Garreth above you screaming your name and frantically asking if you were okay. “I’m fine!” you yelled towards him. You pushed your wet hair out of your face to get a look at your surroundings. A quick swim away was some ground, with a trail that seemed to lead back towards the bridges. “I see a way back up! Stay there!” you yelled to Garreth who was muttering an array of curse words while running, already on the way to retrieve you. You swam and made your way back up towards him, meeting back on the ledge of the second platform bridge.

Your body wasn’t hurt, but your ego certainly was. You had actually been enjoying this adventure so far. Between the “my girl” and the hand holding, you had been feeling more confident than ever that there truly was something between you. Now, you just felt embarrassed and wet (in a bad way). As for Garreth, he was falling apart. He also had been enjoying this, but was now worried you’d never want to spend time with him again, and convinced he lost his shot with you.

“Fuck! Shit! I’m SO sorry! I…FUCK…sweetheart, are you okay?!” he asked as he grabbed the sides of your head, running his fingers through your wet hair, panic in his eyes.

“Yes! Yes I’m fine.” It was hard to look him in the eyes for too long. “Just cold and soaked.”

He looked down at himself, both of you had ditched your robes for this trip, otherwise he would have wrapped you up in his. He did, however, have a jumper over his white shirt, which he ripped off himself and handed to you. He couldn’t help you with your wet skirt, but he hoped the jumper would help a bit. The thought of you in his clothes reignited his confidence for a few seconds. You put the jumper on over your wet shirt, and the two of you continued your journey, squeezing the water out of your hair as you went.

After the third bridge was crossed without further incident, you walked a few paces more to find an open area containing a (fully assembled) stone bridge, a stone door, and two unlit pyres on either side of the door. Garreth explained that you had arrived, and that all that needed to be done now was to light the pyres on fire, which would open the stone door. Beyond the stone door would be a ladder leading into the Honeydukes basement.

Needless to say, you were frustrated with how badly things had gone. As you crossed this bridge, you slipped on some water that had fallen from your wet hair. You yelled in frustration, your composure finally breaking as you sat on the ground near one of the pyres and started crying.

Garreth sank to his knees and grabbed your hand, rubbing your palm with his thumb. “Hey! Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Talk to me, please? Baby, please don’t cry.” Seeing you cry was breaking his heart, on the verge of tears himself. “I ruined it.” he thought to himself. “I ruined my chances with her.”

“I just…” you choked out between sobs “I…oh screw it…I love you, Garreth Weasley! I have loved you since the moment I met you and I’ve been too scared to tell you. This whole trip I thought, maybe I can finally tell him, but now I’m sitting on the floor of a fucking cave, crying, soaking your jumper, and I just feel so ridiculous! How could you possibly love me back?” you sobbed even harder.

Garreth looked at you in shock. You thought your worst fear was confirmed - he didn’t feel the same. Dread over came you for a split second before he lunged at you, grabbing your face and smashing his lips into yours.

It took your brain a second to process what was happening before you began to melt into his kiss, humming against his lips. You mimicked his actions, putting your hands on the sides of his head to run your fingers through his soft red hair. Your kiss became more passionate with each passing second. You parted your lips to let his tongue enter, and he repeated your action. Your tongues danced as you explored each other's mouths for several minutes before begrudgingly pulling away. You rested your foreheads against each other, trying to catch your breath.

“I…I love you too!” Garreth finally spoke. “I love you so much! I always worried I was too much for you, too much of a troublemaker. You could have any guy in this school. I didn’t think I stood a chance…but I…I love you!”

He lunged for your mouth once again, kissing you hard. You were still seated on the ground, but began to lean back, eventually lying down, taking Garreth with you as you gently pulled him by his tie, situating him on top of you. He adjusted himself so that he was lying between your legs, your skirt hiked up past your knees to accommodate him. His arms were outstretched on either side of your body, and your arms were around his neck. He looked you over with affection. You had seen him happy before plenty of times; the times he brewed something that didn’t blow up a classroom, whenever he found a rare ingredient, when his favorite foods were for dinner, and especially when you were together. This, however, was the most happy you had ever seen him, and it was beautiful.

Your hands moved to begin unbuttoning his shirt. He gasped softly, indicating some nervousness. “I…I’ve never done this before…but I want to do this with you…are you sure you’re up for this…with me?” His voice was soft and full of love. “Yes! Yes of course! I’ve never done this either, but there’s no one else I’d rather do this with than you.” You said as you gazed lovingly into his eyes, still unbuttoning him. He smiled and sat up so he could rid himself of the shirt. You made quick work of the rest of your clothes, and you took a moment to absorb what was about to happen.

Here you were, naked, on the floor of a dark, dirty tunnel underneath your school with the man you loved. Your heart was racing, your skin felt hot, and you felt wet (in a good way) between your thighs. You looked him over. The same freckles on his face that you loved so much peppered his entire body and he had a small trail of red hair under his belly button going down. He was gorgeous. Garreth also took a moment to absorb what was about to happen. The love of his life, here, waiting for him to claim her as his own. Granted, he would have preferred this moment happen somewhere more romantic, but alas. You had been sitting up while undressing, so you threw your arms around Garreth to bring him into a deep kiss, pulling him down and on top of you again.

As you kissed, one of his hands moved down your body, passing your stomach and slipping two fingers between your lips. You let out a soft hum in response. He moved his fingers down over your entrance and back up again, getting a feel for you and coating his fingers in your juice, before he settled on your most sensitive spot, pressing down and rubbing slow circles. He didn’t take his eyes off you, watching you squirm beneath him as your lips let out soft moans.

After many more beautiful moans from you, he brought his fingers down to your entrance. He looked up at you, a silent request in his eyes. You smiled, giving him a silent answer. Without breaking eye contact with you, he slowly slid his two fingers inside. You let out a loud whimper at the action, feeling a bit of pressure. He asked if you were okay and you nodded, begging him to keep going. You got used to the feeling of his fingers after a few seconds, and he began slowly moving his fingers in and out of you, which made you moan louder than before.

Garreth couldn’t believe how beautiful you looked and sounded receiving such pleasure, and from him no less. He began roughly pumping his hand, thoroughly working you with his fingers. Your walls were beginning to tighten around him. He noticed how close to release you were, and leaned down to whisper softly in your ear: “That’s it, my sweet girl, please come for me.” His words broke you as you let out a moan, waves of pleasure crashing over you. He removed his wet fingers from you, and stuck them in his mouth, sucking them clean.

In one quick motion, he adjusted his body so that his head was right between your thighs, his face so close to your center, you could feel his breath. He gazed up at you, lust in his eyes. “Looks like you made a bit of a mess here, my sweet girl. That won’t do. Don’t worry, I’ll clean you up.” He said before diving in. You let out a loud whimper, grateful that no one could probably hear you down here. He worked his tongue on you, lapping up your previous release, as well as lightly sucking on your sensitive spot. You were seeing stars. It was shocking how quickly you were approaching your second release of the night.

Garreth let out a deep groan against you. “You taste so sweet, baby. Sweeter than anything at Honeydukes. Are you going to come for me again? Need to taste your sweetness again.” He was a man drunk off of you. A few more sucks and licks from him and you were a goner, your hands flying into his hair as you bucked your hips into him. Cries of his name escaped you as you released, and he responded with his own moans.

You lay there panting while he cleaned you up a second time, licking your orgasm from you thoroughly, Garreth letting out soft hums as he did so. When he was done you were face to face again, the lower half of his face wet and shiny. He looked so beautiful, and you couldn’t help but pull him in to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips.

Garreth then sat back up on his knees, staring at you and slowly stroking himself, beads of wetness already present on his pink tip. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” He asked breathlessly. You nodded, watching him, the hunger for him increasing with every stroke. Garreth repositioned himself back between your legs, coating himself in the new wetness that had already started to form in the short amount of time since he cleaned you up, before lining himself up at your entrance. “We’ll start slow, okay?” Garreth’s voice was soft and gentle. He looked deep into your eyes, and without breaking eye contact, he slowly slid inside.

Even knowing how wet you were, you expected your body to give some kind of resistance, but it didn’t. He slid in easily and deep, and the pain you felt from the intrusion lasted for only a second before it changed to a feeling of pleasure. You both let out loud moans upon entry, and he took a moment to make sure you were okay, only moving when you assured him you were. He thrusted in and out of you at a slow but steady pace, never pulling out completely before pushing back in. “You’re doing so good, sweet girl! You feel amazing!” He groaned.

You adjusted your legs so that they were higher up and wrapped around his back, which allowed him deeper access to you. “OH FUCK!” you yelled in ecstasy as your body adjusted to this new position. “Someone likes that, huh?” He replied with a chuckle before he sped up a bit, groans coming from his beautiful lips. “Look at you. You’re taking me so well. You’re being such a good girl for me!”

The two of you were panting and moaning loudly, every thrust from him made you feel like your body was on fire. Garreth motioned for you to turn around so he could take you from behind. With you on your hands and knees and his fingers digging into your hips, he thrusted into you like his life depended on it. You knew you were going to break soon. He took one hand off your hip to give your ass a squeeze, followed by a light slap. This made you yelp, not in pain but in surprise, which in turn brought a hearty chuckle out of him. His laugh brought on a light laugh from you that drifted into a moan as you let your pleasure consume you completely. You adjusted your position again, resting on your forearms instead of hands and pushing your hips up so that you were at an angle, allowing Garreth to sink even deeper into you. He growled in appreciation, his growl drifting into another chuckle.

You began to back into his thrusts, knowing your next release was moments away. He squeezed your ass again as your walls began to clench around him. You broke once again, screaming through what was no doubt your most violent release of the night. You stopped moving to catch your breath. He hadn’t stopped however, thrusting even harder to bring himself to completion. You started meeting his thrusts again, eager to please him the way he had pleased you. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK” he shouted as he finally found his release, his warm liquid painting your insides. You moaned at the feeling of him emptying himself inside of you. The two of you collapsed onto the ground, needing several minutes to compose yourselves.

Your brain felt jumbled. Only a few hours ago you were uncertain if Garreth felt anything towards you. Now you were lying on the ground with his seed inside of you. You knew you'd be in pain tomorrow from the hard ground you two were lying on, but you didn't care. You loved him and he loved you. You were his. He finally moved and leaned over you, lowering his head down to kiss you softly.

“I love you. I love you so much. I feel like this goes without saying after…uh..this…” he gestured broadly around before continuing, “…but I would love nothing more than to call you mine. Do you want to be my girlfriend? I mean honestly I’d love for you to be my wife, but we can always work on that later, so I guess girlfriend first, right? Unless you want to get married right now…no no…girlfriend first!” he chuckled. There was the silly, goofy Garreth you had fallen in love with.

“I think I should probably be your girlfriend first, but I’m not opposed to being your wife eventually!” You said with a wink. He kissed you once again and then proceeded to stand up, offering his hands out to help you up. The two of you got dressed again, your clothes still damp, but it would have to do. You had no intention of returning the jumper he gave you once it dried up, and you figured he wouldn’t mind.

“So, I think it’s about time to do the thing we ACTUALLY came here to do.” Garreth said with a laugh. “Oh, you mean we didn’t travel through this ridiculously long and complicated passageway just to shag on the floor?” You replied sarcastically. He gave you the same cheeky smile he had given you earlier in the day, as he lit the pyres to open the stone door, and made his way over to the ladder.

He climbed up and opened the door slightly, checking to make sure the coast was clear before he motioned for you to join him. Upon ascending the ladder, you were finally in the Honeydukes basement, the smell of sweets filling your nose. Garreth found the Billywig stings he was looking for quickly, and packed them in his bag. He also grabbed a random assortment of chocolates and sweets, also shoving them in his bag. You gave him a confused look when he did this, to which he replied “What? We worked up quite the sweat back there, I’m hungry.” You sighed and rolled your eyes at him.

He took a hold of your hand and led you up some stairs to a door which would bring you into the actual shop. Garreth cast a disillusionment charm and slightly opened the door, poking his head out, listening for any sounds. After a few seconds he opened the door wide and took the charm off, leading you out into the shop. Based on the amount of light that was coming in, it must have been early morning, the sun only just starting to rise. Once again, Garreth peeked out the front door to make sure you wouldn’t draw attention to yourselves exiting the shop this early in the morning, and once there was nobody around, you exited.

“Well that was quite the adventure!” you sighed as the two of you walked hand in hand back towards Hogwarts. “You see, you DO love getting into trouble with me!” he said as he squeezed your hand lovingly.

He was right. And you couldn’t wait to find out what trouble you’d get into next.

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Exiled: What is she?

✧Chapter 4✧

(Photos retrieved from Pinterest. Credit to whom it may belong. Edit made by me.)

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Genres: Fantasy, Supernatural, Werewolf! AU, angst, hurt, fluff

Series rating: Mature

Summary: I have spent half my life in exile. I woke up in the middle of the forest with no memories. I don't know who I am, how I ended up like this, I don't know if someone is looking for me or even if I have a family. The only thing I know for sure is that I must hide and that when the full moon is at its highest, disaster begins.

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Author's note: Hello everyone! How are you? I'm sorry I've been missing for so long. Last year was a difficult year. Adult life is complicated 🥴

Here I leave the promised chapter, we are still in the introduction of the story so you can probably find it boring but it will improve as the chapters go by (I hope so🤭).

I don't remember if I already mentioned it but all the data that appears in the story as potions or scientific data are not exact, many are inventions and others I tried to investigate to make the story more reliable, but as I mention in this chapter if you are not involved on the subject, it is very difficult to understand.

I hope you enjoy it!

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"I told you! I told you! I told you!” Joohyuk kept repeating to me over and over again as he paced back and forth. "Or didn't I tell her?" he looked at Jisung, who was coming down from the first floor with a bag.

Joohyuk's house wasn't fancy, but it was comfortable and homey. It was a two-story cabin, with two bedrooms, a dining room and a kitchen, it also had a garage where he kept tools and supplies. The cabin was located near the lake and had a small bridge that took you to it. I loved spending time at Joohyuk's house, especially on rainy days like today, where I could sit on the porch with a cup of coffee and watch the rain fall. But, now I'm looking at it from the inside, sitting bored on the couch, listening to the scolding of the half-vampire. I had arrived an hour ago, totally soaked, although we had already agreed that we would meet here, I should have taken the most direct route and arrived much earlier, but let's say that Mr Mafia sent his lackeys to follow me, so I had to deviate and mislead them.

"Yes hyung," the omega rolled his eyes. "We already understood that you told her, calm down."

“Calm down?!! You must be kidding, Jisung!! It goes straight to his death,” Hyuk said pointing at me.

“The other option was a direct kill,” I told him, looking at him tiredly, “at least this will give me a little more time to plan an escape plan. Anyway, you didn't want me to get a pack for Jisung? … There it is, the best pack that an omega can be in, a real luxury,” I said ironically, moving my hands exaggeratedly to make my point.

"Yes, but I didn't ask you to crawl after him."

"Oh! Yeah! Thanks for getting rid of me,” Jisung said despondently looking at us sideways.

“No one is getting rid of you on their own, little guy,” Hyunk proceeded to sit in the single sofa next to the fireplace. “If you continue to live in the cave with Girl…” Jisung intended to interrupt him, but Joohyuk stopped him and continued. "Or, if you live here with us, you will die", the sad omega looked down at his feet. “As I very well explained to you, wolves are destined to live in packs, they become crazy and wild if they are alone, which leads them to be eliminated or die of sadness and anguish. You are lucky to find someone like your noona, he even managed to be with you in that pack.”

“When you go into annoying mode,” I told him as I threw the towel off his head, “you're unbearable. Well," now looking at Jisung, "we must agree on our stories so as not to make mistakes if they come to interrogate us, we don't have much time and we must hurry if we don't want them to come to find us."

“That is not important now. What are you going to do with your…with your medicine?” Hyuk made a quotation mark with his hands when mentioning the said medicine.

“I will not have this discussion again. I already told you that I don't need it, it won't be a problem.”

“Don't be stubborn, you know you will weaken. It's dangerous, too."

I sighed. I was tired of always arguing for the same thing, he was not going to understand and I was not going to agree. It was preferable not to answer him and settle the story with Jisung. I needed to prepare him and reassure him so they wouldn't suspect anything, my life now depended on how convincing Jisung was to the royal pack.

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It was already night and the rain had stopped a while ago, but we had to leave the cabin even when it was raining, we took the long way to dispel any trace of Joohyuk's scent. We didn't have many belongings, a medium bag where we had our clothes, many of which we shared, and my backpack where I had a couple of books, my notebook, my mortar and my herbs. While we were walking, we were reviewing what we should say. Obviously, we agreed to hide that we knew Joohyuk and that the things we had, we got from the surrounding villages.

I knew that the one at a disadvantage in this situation was me. Jisung was a weak omega who would instinctively be protected by this pack, instead, I was a strange orphan girl who, apparently, due to the attitude of suspicion and resentment they showed me, was considered a threat. I looked at Jisung who was walking a few steps behind, he was tired and shivering from the cold, if we didn't hurry up, he would get sick. I took Jisung's bag to ease his tiredness so he could walk faster.

We were reaching the border of the pack, I could slightly hear some murmurs, they were already waiting for us. Instinctively, I touched my pants pocket where I had the box that Joohyuk gave me before we left and which I had to keep hidden. It was very likely that they would go through our things, so he had told me that I should keep it with me until I found a safe place to hide it.

As we came into view, the wolves that were waiting for us turned and urged us to hurry up as we were already late. The one who seems to be the leader of the wolf guard warned us that from now on we should use the main entrance and stay away from the borders and that if we wanted to go out into the city or the forest it must be in the company of an alpha. I had to bite my tongue to avoid getting a curse word out about his last comment, I looked at Jisung who was doing everything possible not to appear nervous and was listening carefully to what the alpha was saying. He would adapt easily, I on the other hand was sure that things were going to go south at any moment.

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Here we are, in the office of the alpha of the pack. There were a lot of people here, some I didn't know. I looked at Jisung who was with his head down trying not to look anyone in the eye, I could feel his nervousness and I could also feel the calming pheromones that the alphas in the room were producing to reassure my friend.

“Your name is Jisung, right?” Prince Namjoon asked, and Jisung nodded without looking up. “Taehyung told us something about you, but I would like to hear it from you, what pack did you belong to and how did you get into this situation?” he concluded the alpha looking at me.

“Umm…well, I'm…I was from the Dawn Pack. I was banished for mating with someone I shouldn't and he disgraced me by breaking the mating mark. My family despised me, and the only thing I remember was arriving at one of the human villages near the pack and I fainted, I woke up a few days later and Girl was by my side, she took care of me and let me stay with her,” he concluded holding my hand looking for support.

Prince Namjoon looked at our joined hands and then looked at me raising an eyebrow, then he turned his gaze to Jisung and smiled saying, “Don't worry, you'll be safe here. We'll give you a new identity if you want or can keep your name, but you'll officially belong to the royal pack. And you,” he looked at me seriously, “you will also have a temporary identity until you find out who you really are or until the alpha king decides what to do with you. Well, I'll make the formal introductions. They are the two oldest princes in the family; Crown Prince Seokjin and Prince Yoongi," he said pointing to where they were standing to his left, "alpha prince Hoseok and well, you know prince Taehyung," they were to his right, "and he's our omega Prince Jungkook," he concluded pointing to one of the people who were a few steps behind us.

With Jisung we turned around to see who it was. The guy standing behind us gave us a brief nod, he was the same guy I had crossed earlier. Now, he was dressed in white shorts and a beige long-sleeved shirt, our eyes met again, but he quickly diverted it. Now that he knew he was omega he could make out a trace of a sweet scent, however, the smell of the alphas prevented me from identifying his scent.

“And then we have Mrs Park, the housekeeper, and Miss Choi, one of the employees who work inside the castle,” the prince continued. Both women curtsied to us and smiled at us. “So, tomorrow you will have an appointment with the royal doctor for a general check-up and we will talk about your studies. After they settle in and shower, Prince SeokJin, who has studied medicine, will briefly check on them and ask them a few questions. Mrs Park shows them their rooms, please.”

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Mrs Park gave us a brief tour of the ground floor of the mansion, showing us the living room, dining room, kitchen, laundry room, and places where we could not enter without permission such as her majesty's office, the laboratory and the basement. Then, she led us to a large white marble staircase with gold details that branched off into two other large stairs. It was located in the centre of a room with a different entrance than the one we had entered. In the centre of the wall that divided the stairs, there was a carved shield of the head of a black wolf about to bite surrounded, on one side, by a crescent, where there were some rare symbols and, on the other hand, some golden figures similar to elongated diamonds that apparently formed the rays of the sun. In turn, he was surrounded by a strange and perfect braid.

"Good. That door you see over there,” I point to the door across from us and diagonally towards the stairs, “is the front door for pack members and guests. It is through that door that you technically have to enter. The entrance through which they passed is only for royalty, even they avoid using these stairs so as not to bother the omegas. Through that large sliding window that you see there,” we both follow the gesture that she made towards the place, “you go out into the garden that is connected to the training ground.”

“By the way, omegas are not allowed to be in the training place. It's for security,” adds Miss Choi, who was accompanying us on the tour.

“What do you mean 'not to bother the omegas'?” I asked Mrs Park as we walked up the stairs.

“As I said, it's a place that members of the pack frequent. The staircase on the right leads to the castle annexe where many of the members live, including underage omegas who lost their families or those who came seeking refuge or protection from other packs. There are also alphas and betas that belong to the royal guard, but many of them use the entrance connected to the training ground. They avoid making the omegas nervous, they don't want them to feel uncomfortable and insecure."

“So, is in the annexe where we'll stay?” Jisung speaks for the first time since he started the tour.

"No. You will stay in the main wing,” she said as we went up the stairs of the left, “on the first floor together with the youngest princes who are not here at the moment. On the second floor of this wing, are the rooms of Prince Namjoon, Hoseok and Jungkook. Also on that floor is the library that is shared with the annexe. On the third floor are the kings' rooms, those of princes Seokjin, Yoongi and Taehyung. I recommend that you don't go peeping around, Prince Yoongi is too territorial.

While she was explaining everything, she was trying to memorize all the way we are walking to our rooms. There were many corridors and doors, not just the rooms she had mentioned earlier. We arrived at a gloomy corridor, there was no light and a strange energy was felt an indescribable sadness; we share an uneasy look with Jisung. Mrs Park flipped the switch on the wall to her right and excused herself by saying that it wasn't a very busy place. She asked Miss Choi to show Jisung his room while she led me down the hallway. We stopped in front of a double white door, it had gold details as I saw on other doors, with the difference that this one had a letter 'M' in a very beautiful and elegant calligraphy made with some type of shiny stone. When she opened the doors, I was amazed, the room was decorated in white, beige and pink tones, in the middle of it there was a large double bed tucked into a slight arch-shaped opening that was illuminated. On both sides of the bed, there were two long shelves, there was a hanging round ceiling lamp that simulated a flower crown, on one side there was a window with two medium-sized armchairs on the sides with a round table; in front was a mirror with a shelf and chair and next to the door was an empty desk.

“This is where you will sleep,” Mrs Park said as she opened the large window, “this is the balcony and over there”, she pointed towards a corridor with two doors, “is the bathroom and the wardrobe.”

I followed her to both doors, she stopped at the door that was on the side of the hall and opened it. It was the closet. Well, calling it a closet was a way of saying it, it looked more like another connected room. It was a two-story room in the shape of a completely white semicircle, it had an old pink carpet that covered the entire floor, and there were many shelves and mirrors in between. It also had a central table that contained many drawers and doors, the upper part was transparent and you could see how it was divided into sections.

"This is a bit much, don't you think?" I said as I walked around the room.

“I would say it's a standard wardrobe. You have to see the ones with Princes Taehyung and Seokjin, those are a bit exaggerated.”

"Even this shelf here is too much for my few clothes."

“Believe me, it will be full in no time,” Mrs Park said in a whisper. "Speaking of clothes, I need you to give me your clothes to wash them."

"It's clean," I said a little indignant.

"Don't get me wrong, please. The princes requested it because they are sensitive to odours outside the pack. You come from the forest,” I was about to refute how stupid that sounded, but she beat me to it, “I know what you are thinking 'it doesn't make sense', but it's hard to explain. Although they are wolves and technically surrounded by forest, she will later realize that each pack has a particular scent. This is why they detect so quickly if someone who is not from the pack enters the territory. All your clothes, although I don't doubt that it's clean, still have a strange smell, so I need to wash them with special products.”

I kept thinking about the words I use to explain, was she trying to get me to give myself away?

“I don't know how I'll find out later if I don't have the developed super sense of smell that werewolves have, but well if it's really necessary. Jisung has the clothes in the bag he has with him. A lot of the clothes, we share.”

“And what about that backpack?” she said, pointing to my back.

“There are only personal things like notebooks and books, no clothes,” I said as I left the wardrobe.

“Okay, then I'll ask Jisung. I suppose you know how to use the bathroom, don't you?", she question pointing towards the last door that was at the end of the small corridor.

"Of course. How wild do I think I am?"

“I just wanted to make sure, I wasn't trying to offend you. When you finish taking a bath, you will find clothes on the bed. I'll tell one of the employees to bring you a change of clothes,” she concluded going to the door of the room.

"If it's not too much to ask, I'd prefer it not be pink at all," I said as she gave the room another disgusted look, "I already have enough pink to burn my eyes."

Mrs Choi laughed at my comment, nodded her head and left, closing the door. I gave a sigh of resignation, took the box that Joohyuk had given me from my pocket and I headed towards the bathroom. I had to find a safe place to hide it.

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Was it so hard to have a normal shower? I almost drowned in there. The bathroom was another room, there was even a jacuzzi in it. When I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a robe and drying my hair, I saw a pile of clothes on the end of the bed. The clothes were neutral and cold colours, mainly black and gray, it had a light scent of vanilla that was comforting. I grab a long-sleeved black t-shirt and matching cargo pants.

After changing and finding a temporary hiding place for my backpack, I headed downstairs to look for Jisung, since I didn't feel his presence. On the way, I met Miss Choi, who was surprised to see my outfit. She wondered me why I was wearing those clothes and I told her that someone had left them on the bed, that Mrs Park asked for a new outfit for me. She explained to me that these were not the clothes that she ordered her to give me, she had even just found the clothes and was about to take it to me. She told me to go see Prince Seokjin who was waiting for me in the lab and after that I change my clothes immediately.

When I got to the entrance hall, I stayed for a while thinking in which direction the laboratory was until I heard someone approach.

"Jungkookie, have you seen my-" I think it was Prince Hoseok who was approaching looking at his cell phone and when he looked up he looked at me confused. "What are you doing with those clothes?" he asked with a frown.

"Um... someone left it on the bed", I said while I was looking at the clothes, what was wrong with it?

"Just change it if you don't want Namjoon to be in a bad mood," he determined, paying attention to his phone again.

"No," before my denial he raised his head suddenly, he was about to lash out, but I interrupted him. “I like it, it's comfortable and the smell of it is comforting, so I won't change it. If you'll excuse me, Prince Seokjin is waiting for me."

I left, leaving him stunned by my answer. I hated that they wanted to boss me around, much less without arguments. It's going to be hard living with alphas, they weren't used to humans or omegas rebelling against them and I wasn't used to them demanding authority over me.

After a few minutes, he had finally found the laboratory. I opened the big metal doors and the first thing I saw was Jisung putting on his shirt and getting off the stretcher. He barely saw me, he smiled at me and spoke to me through the link.

-Noona, don't worry just he i-

-Has he seen the mark?

"Oh! You're here," Prince Seokjin said as he finished arranging some jars on the table, “Take a seat on the stretcher, I'm done with Jisung”.

-No, I covered it with the makeup that Joohyuk gave me, I nodded and walked towards the stretcher. Remember to hide your eyes, he'll check them, Jisung concluded. We cut the mental link and he walked out the door.

I sat where the prince told me, he turned around observing for the first time the clothes I was wearing. He looked at it for a few more seconds and looked at me seriously, then he gave a forced smile and told me to raise the sleeve of my shirt. He tied an elastic band to my arm and prepared a syringe, when I saw what he was trying to do I jumped and pulled my arm back.

"Wh-what are you going to do?" I asked.

He laughed softly. "Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you. I just need a blood sample,” seeing my look of suspicion, he continued. “It's for the pack's database. So if something happens, we can act quickly. It won't hurt, it'll just be a prick."

After analyzing it a bit, I held out my arm. He drew the blood sample and began filling the tubes with it. He continued to listen to my heart and my lungs, he measured and weighed me, checked my eyes with a small flashlight and asked me to follow the light. Luckily, I put on the special contact lenses that Joohyuk had given me, I no longer had the strength to hide them myself.

The prince began to make me medical questions, which had the answers the same, 'I don't know'. He gave me a pitying look and told me that we were done, he asked me to go eat something and then go to sleep because tomorrow was going to be a long day.

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Seokjin' POV.

It was already quite late in the early morning and I didn't know if what I was seeing was correct or if I was too tired to see clearly. I had never seen anything like it and the fact that it was now in our pack I didn't know if I should be relieved to find something like this before others or worry if it was a threat.

The door opened startling me, I didn't realize Namjoon was getting closer.

“Here I am,” he said, stopping near the desk where he was analyzing the results. "What do you have?"

"I called you an hour ago, where were you?"

"I'm sorry, hyung. I was wit-”

“It doesn't matter anymore. Look, I found something weird,” I transferred what I was seeing on the computer screen to the large TV on the wall. "That you see there is Marian's DNA and it-"

"Marian? Are you so comfortable already with her to you call her that?” he questioned crossing her arms.

"Please, not now. focus. Now, as I was saying, this is the girl's DNA, it's super weird, I've never seen anything like it. The gene is different from an average human, even from a werewolf,” I added two more images: one of human DNA and Jisung's then got up and walked over to the TV to give Namjoon a good explanation of what he was seeing. “This second image is of a human and the third of Jisung, an omega werewolf. The difference between the two is that in the first, the nuclear genome is smaller than the mitochondrial genes present in werewolves. Furthermore, werewolves do not have the same nucleotide base pairs as humans. But if we look closely at Marian's and zoom in a little more we can see that instead of being a double helix DNA, it is a triple helix. The nucleotide bases are the same as humans but it has others that I cannot identify at this time. This will definitely go into my thesis.”

When I looked at Namjoon he was looking at the screen thoughtfully. He is very intelligent but this could be too much for someone who is not dedicated to this. I was about to explain it again in other words, when he decided to speak.

"So you're telling me that she's not human, but you can't tell what kind of being she is either?"

“Exactly,” at least he got the point.

"Can you find out that is she?"

“Yes, but it will take me a while. I cannot promise a specific time, there are many new things that I have never seen."

"We must keep her in our custody in the meantime."

"Do you think we are doing the right thing to let her stay in the pack?" I was the crown prince, I should know well what is good for my people, but since it is something we had no information about, it is not something to be taken lightly. I needed more opinions.

Namjoon knew my internal conflicts very well and understood them. This was our agreement, to consult the decisions of the pack together, we would both be the leaders in the future and if we disagree it would bring problems.

"Don't worry, hyung. I will take care of moulding her and if she becomes a threat, I will eliminate her with my own hands.”

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Nomination Overview - Kidfic

We have a real love-it-or-hate-it one here today. Kidfic! Whether this means the characters when they were kids, de-aging, characters as parents, or new fan kids, here's a type of fic that shows up on people's likes list about as often as it shows up on DNWs. Let take a look at what's been nominated.

Title: Risk! Risk! Risk! Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50843518 Fandom: QSMP Author: WhyB Relationships: Jaiden Animations & Cellbit & Roier, Slimecicle & Jaiden Animations, Cellbit/Roier, Bobby (QSMP) & Jaiden Animations, Bobby (QSMP) & Jaiden Animations & Roier, Bobby & Richarlyson (QSMP), Bobby (QSMP) & Roier, Jaiden Animations & Roier Characters: Jaiden Animations, Roier (Video Blogging RPF), Cellbit, Bobby (QSMP) Length of the work: 6441 words Genre: AU, Domestic/Slice-of-life, Fluff, Family, Hurt/Comfort, Kidfic, Modern AU Type: Fic Summary: Jaiden and Roier are parenting Bobby in a new town they've moved to. Apparently the only way to meet people your age is through the school's PTA meetings. Cellbit is more than willing to smooth them through the process.

Title: Flocks & Pyres Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3211260 Fandom: 3rd Life SMP Author: TinksElixirs Relationships: Jimmy | Solidarity/TangoTek Characters: Solidarity, Tango Length of the work: 32,024 words (incomplete fic) Genre: Canon-Divergent, Drama, Family, Found Family, Kidfic Type: Fic Summary: This is the AU that was created because I saw the "Rancher's Revenge is Jimmy and Tango's child" trope and went even further down the rabbit hole...by giving them an egg to protect. It's the baby fic (and pre-baby fic) I never expected to write, but I'm having an absolutely BLAST with it anyway!

Title: With The Venom In My Mouth Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46449652 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: antimony_medusa Relationships: Philza & Technoblade (DSMP) Characters: Philza, Technoblade Length of the work: 13,643 words Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Time Travel, Kidfic Type: Fic Summary: Phil stayed quiet in the box and looked down to fighters on the sand. A piglin hybrid with a trident batted the sword of a cat hybrid away and knocked her to the ground. She stared up at him, and the piglin looked to a human in finer armour standing to the side. He nodded, and he stepped back, pulling the trident away from the neck of the cat hybrid. In his memory, these had been soldiers he’d asked to see more of, but looking at this with the experience of a lifetime, he could see that there were no avians down on the sand, and most of the fighters were wearing collars. Phil glanced around the room. Awful lot of the non-avians in the box were wearing collars too. He tucked his chin into his chest. So he was a child again, and he was a child in a city that kept slaves. Fuckin’ fantastic. A rabbit hybrid in a red tunic came over with a plate of little snack foods. She offered it to him. “A snack, young master?” She was wearing a collar too. He did not feel like food. “No, thanks,” Phil said, shaking his head without emerging from his huddle. Or: Philza gets sent back to his childhood and finds it's fucked up. What could make this worse? Oh, oh finding that Techno is in danger, that's just great.

Title: Its Free Son Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30819416 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: SilverWing15 Relationships: Philza & Technoblade (DSMP) Characters: Philza, Technoblade Length of the work: 3,522 words Genre: AU, Friendship, Found Family, Kidfic Type: Fic Summary: He comes from the realm of the dead. Through the doorway that stands alone on the far off hill. He walks across the Soul Sand desert as though it does not tug at the essence of himself. He wears sacred gold and carries weapons of precious netherite. He is a god, and they have been his favored people for as long as anyone can remember. He comes to their village and trades sacred gold for their potions and eyes of ender. The Blood God walks among them, and they are honored. They have always traded fairly with the Blood God. Sacred gold for offerings of pearls potions and other difficult to acquire things. But this time the Blood God granted them his favor, this time he turned aside their enemies with his open hand and took nothing in return. It is not done to simply take from the gods. The debt must always be repaid. He has saved their lives, they must offer him a life in return. And their eyes fall on him. Technoblade is not a coward. He has faced the enemy in battle, he has seen the Blood God in all his wrathful glory. But he doesn’t want to die.

Title: Scarecrow AU (When The Sunlight Dies) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2556517 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: personalized_radio, bramble_patch (Marianne_Dashwood) Relationships: Dream/GeorgeNotFound, Quackity/Karl Jacobs/Sapnap, Quackity/Jschlatt Characters: Karl Jacobs, Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity, Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, DreamXD Length of the work: 511,877 words Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, AU, Dark Fic, Drama, Family, Fantasy AU, Friendship, Found Family, Horror, Hurt/Comfort, Kidfic, Romance, Royalty AU Type: Fic Series Summary: It's been three months since the coup. Three months since Sapnap, a knight, and George, his prince, have been chased out of their home. Three months of being on the run, trying to find a safe way out of Kinoko without being caught by the president's mercenaries or an opportunistic bounty hunter. It's hard, but it would be a lot easier if he didn't have to worry about George's sudden taste for wandering. Or the two guides that have worked their way into his group, promising them a safer way out of the kingdom. And it would be a whole lot easier if Sapnap wasn't flying solo, doing a job made for two. And then there's the Godling to worry about. Yeah. That's a whole thing. (Summary is for "When The Sunlight Dies", the first story in the series)

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Safe Haven ~Bang Chan | Day 17.

Pairing: SpaceRebel!Chan x WitchQueen!F.Reader Themes: Fantasy AU | Sci-Fi AU | Royalty AU | Soulmate AU | Slow Burn | Mutual Pining | Angst | Smut | Fluff. Series Warnings: Third person POV · Very loose and liberal usage of Star Wars concepts (mostly to refer to weapons and tech). you don’t need to know anything about SW to read this, trust me · Physical descriptions of the main female character such as: can visibly blush, having long hair, and being short · Violence · Swearing · Mature themes and language · Original characters · Graphic smut (later chapters) · Mentions of the members of other groups (later chapters) · No one is straight, beware · Each chapter will include its own individual warnings. Chapters marked as M (Mature) either include highly detailed violence, or smut.

Chapter Warnings: suggestive · mentions of weapons. Word Count: ~6k | AO3

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for a 18+ audience only. Minors do not interact. ✰This chapter has been reworked as of 16/08/2023

Previous Chapter: Day 15. | Series Masterlist. | Next Chapter: Day 60.

Disclaimer: the story presented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

“Wow, look at your head!”

Wang Eun ran from where he’d been standing on the training grounds towards Felix, whose blonde hair had turned orange seemingly overnight. The change had earned Felix a similar reaction from Chan in the morning when he came knocking on Chan’s door, to which Felix had simply given him a sheepish smile and a shrug.

“I know, right? I was learning potion recipes with Her Majesty and Jenna last night”, Felix ruffled his hair gently, only for the locks to fall back into place right after, as if he’d never touched them in the first place. “It’s not the colour I wanted, but I think I like it anyway”.

“You did this with a potion?” Changbin seemed to be both confused and amazed. “You think I could drink one of those too?”

“Yeap! You can get any colour you want!” Felix started to stretch and warm up, standing right next to Chan who’d remained quiet most of the way here, and even now as they stood there all together.

Truth was, Chan was still brooding. He didn’t see, nor hear from the Queen yesterday at all. He’d not seen her since they kissed in the pool. Well, since he kissed her in the pool, and he was, quite honestly, having the worst time about it.

He did try to find her, which was the worst part. She was just nowhere to be seen, and Chan was positive she was avoiding him, especially considering she did meet Felix last night.

He did see Freyja, though. The panther had run to him with her tail high in the air and rubbed her forehead against him, which did warm him up a bit. Even if she was on her own, Chan still provided as many pets as he could, feeling a little comforted by her purring. It almost felt as if she had been trying to encourage him.

“Are you ready for today?” Wang Eun asked Chan, pulling him from his thoughts.

“I… Uh…” Chan wasn’t sure he’d be able to train today. His spirits were too crushed, and there was just no way he’d be able to concentrate enough to avoid Wang Eun’s blows.

Plus, he hadn’t even been able to wrap the ribbons around his bare limbs that morning. Not like he hadn’t tried, it was just that the second the things touched his bare skin, it felt too much like the Queen was there and he couldn’t bear it. So, he decided to be half honest when he finally answered Wang Eun. “You think we could just… not train today? I didn’t get much sleep last night, so I think I’ll just lift some weights…”

Wang Eun was about to say something, but Changbin cut him off immediately. “You can train me! Show me some cool moves”.

Wang Eun looked more than happy to give Changbin a hand, so he didn’t press Chan further. Chan knew Changbin was doing it for him more than for himself–considering he knew very well why Chan was losing sleep. He was honestly immensely thankful that Changbin took it in his hands to divert Wang Eun’s attention from him.

So he moved away from them both, and picked up some dumbbells from the rack in the corner to start a simple routine, something repetitive that he could do without having to think much.

“Have you spoken with Her Majesty recently?” Felix was close to where Chan stood, running on the treadmill. His sudden question almost made Chan drop his dumbbells, but he recovered quickly.

“I… Not really. Didn’t see her yesterday. Why?”

Felix hummed, clearly thinking something over before he continued. “She didn’t look too good yesterday, I wonder if something happened on her trip… Did you know she’s got a ball in her study similar to the one you’ve got in your room back at the base?”

She didn’t look too good… Was that a good sign or a bad sign for Chan? He didn’t know, and he clearly couldn’t ask, so he decided to focus on the other piece of information Felix had provided. “I’m not surprised. Anyone who communicates with you-know-who has one”.

When people joined the Alliance, they were usually given a crystal ball to receive news and missions from Dall, and to communicate with other units. The thing came with a base attached to a keypad, and the messages would display on the ball itself. It was honestly fiddly to operate, which was why in Chan’s unit, only Minho and Chan were the ones that knew how to use it.

“You think she…” Felix looked at his surroundings, no one else was in the area, but he still lowered his voice, just enough so only Chan could hear. “You think her trip was a mission from you-know-who?”

Chan’s eyes widened. He’d honestly not even considered it. “No clue, dude. Why don’t you ask her since you’re so close and curious about it?”

“I was actually hoping you would ask her”, Chan’s left eye twitched at Felix’s request. “Plus, you’re closer to her, she might tell you”.

Was he? Was he really closer to her? If he’d been at some point, clearly that wasn’t the case anymore. Plus, he had kind of already inquired about her trip, and she dismissed him instantly. “She won’t tell me, trust me”, and Chan was completely sure of it.

Felix had pressed a bit more about it, until Chan gave him one final no. He might’ve been too harsh when he said it, but at this point he didn’t really care. He would combust right there in the middle of the training grounds if he had to speak about his friendship with the Queen any further.

Fifteen minutes after Chan started lifting weights, Changbin essentially crawled back from the open area of the training grounds to where Chan and Felix were. The man was sweating buckets, and his face lacked its usual colour.

Changbin plopped down on one of the vacant benches, panting heavily. “Holy fucking shit”.

“I told you, dude”, Chan hardly reacted, repositioning his body to target a different muscle group as he lifted weights.

“Man, you guys are too weak”, Wang Eun stood by the bench, staring down at Changbin. He looked exactly the same he did fifteen minutes ago, barely even sweating. “Good thing you’re all hot and pretty”.

“Am I also hot and pretty?” Felix asked, still jogging on the treadmill.

“You’re the prettiest”, Wang Eun reassured him, picking up a couple of dumbbells for himself.

Felix chuckled, adjusting the tilt on the machine. “Wow, thank you, Wang Eun. You’re handsome yourself”.

Wang Eun stopped his movements immediately, and stared at Felix with wide eyes. Chan saw it as if it played in slow motion, how Wang Eun’s face was getting redder and redder by the second. He couldn’t help but scoff. There was no way this man was blushing over this…

“Uhh… Excuse me. I’ve got to… I’ve got to… Yeah”, Wang Eun dropped the dumbbells right where he had picked them up from, and left faster than Chan could tease him about it.

“See? You owe me some credits”, Felix looked at Changbin who was still fighting to get air into his lungs on the bench. “Told you he was all talk”.

Changbin huffed out a laugh. “That guy just kicked my ass, and he’s getting that flustered over you calling him handsome?”

“Must be my charm”, Felix flicked his non-existent long hair off of his shoulder. Which, even in his brooding state, made Chan chuckle.

“You are charming”, the sudden deep voice startled them.

The three of them turned towards the sound to find the High King stepping into their area. He sounded genuine, which was the most surprising part.

“Thank you, Your Majesty!” Felix, too, sounded genuine in his reply. “What brings you here?”

“Just coming for some weights”, His Majesty shrugged, making a beeline to the rack in the corner of the room. He eyed Chan as he walked past him, and stopped in his tracks to turn to him fully. “Have you seen my dear sister, Chan?”

Chan tensed immediately, and the dumbbells in his hands suddenly felt ten times heavier than they were. “Not recently, Your Majesty”.

His Majesty hummed, scanning the features of his face. The Queen and the High King didn’t look anything alike, truly. But they moved so similarly that it almost felt as if it was her scrutinising every single one of his features, which did nothing to ease Chan’s nerves whatsoever.

“You hang out sometimes, right?” Chan’s left eye twitched at the comment, and he was suddenly unsure as to why the High King was asking him this. “So if you see her and she’s a bit… weird, weirder than usual, don’t hold it against her. I think the moons are making her go a bit nuts these days”, he emphasised, rotating his index finger around his temple.

Chan blinked slightly. “Uhh… I’ll–I’ll keep it in mind, Your Majesty”.

A cold shower did very little to ease Chan’s troubled thoughts. When he left his chambers after that shower, he, once again, caught himself trying to look for the Queen. Not actively, but his eyes would certainly wander when he crossed the many corridors of the castle.

He couldn’t help but wonder if he’d see a peek of her pretty face when he turned around the corner, or if he’d find a mess of paintings on the floor from one of her many outbursts… None of that happened, though. Instead, he just saw the many workers going about their day around the castle, carrying out all their day-to-day activities as usual.

Chan pondered on what the High King told him earlier. First of all, why would he say what he said to Chan? Second of all, was he trying to make fun of his sister, or was he trying to show real concern?

It was hard for Chan to tell, since His Majesty’s tone would often not match the words he said out loud. If he’d been trying to show concern, that’d mean two people had already seen the Queen recently and were worrying about her. Which, in a way, made Chan worry about her, too.

Chan was deep in his thoughts, his feet were taking him through the familiar way he took every day to go to his ship, almost like they were moving on their own. But, out of the blue, he felt hands on his body. The alarm bells went off in his brain a second too late for him to defend himself. He was tugged with force, and was suddenly pulled into a room before the door slammed shut loudly behind him.

“We need to talk”, the Queen stared up at him, with her eyebrows furrowed in concern.

Chan just stared right back, blinking slightly as his eyes darted all around her face. He suddenly didn’t know what to say, he was too stunned to speak, even when it’d only been a day since he last saw her. Although, considering the last thing they did then, he shouldn’t have been surprised that his body wouldn’t react, really.

The Queen held his gaze for a moment too long. Chan didn’t really know who leaned in first, but they were certainly kissing now. Warmth and fire spread rapidly within him, he brought one of his hands to hold the back of her neck, while the other laid palm flat on the small of her back, so he could pull her as close to him as possible.

The Queen’s fingers threaded in his hair, the soft scratch of her nails against his scalp made him groan, enough for his mouth to open and for her tongue to sneak inside to find his own. It was desperate, and messy, and his head was spinning. His mind was suddenly blank, the only thing Chan could hear were her soft whimpers against his mouth, and that ever-present hum in his ears.

Chan vaguely realised he was moving, and his back was now against a wall as Her Majesty pressed herself to his body. He was probably letting out the most embarrassing noises, but he honestly couldn’t bring himself to care. Her warmth was too distracting, and too alluring, for him to think about anything other than her body against him.

In one swift movement, he flipped their positions, so he could now press her against the wall, and slot one of his legs between hers. The most delicious yelp escaped her lips with the motion, only for the sound to get lost inside his mouth, since neither of them seemed to want to pull away from each other.

For a split second, Chan worried he might’ve been getting too carried away, but that worry died almost as soon as it came when he felt a hand–her hand–find its way to his bum and fucking squeeze the flesh over his trousers.

So he retaliated. Of fucking course he retaliated… Chan liked things to be fair, and it was only fair that he, too, got to cop a feel. His grip was probably a bit too strong, his neediness certainly got the best of him, but she didn’t seem to mind, if the sudden moan filtering between their kiss was anything to go by. Blood rushed from his head to his crotch with the sound, and all of a sudden his underwear felt unbearably tight.

The Queen was a strong woman, physically. Much stronger than Chan was, for sure. However, when she pushed him away, it was almost weak, like she didn’t really want to do it at all. Chan moved regardless, separating his body from her just enough for her to slip past him and remove herself from his space entirely.

Pacing around the room, the Queen’s fingers tangled in her hair, and she tugged the strands gently. “Shit, you’re dangerous”, her words came out in a breathless chuckle, and her chest heaved as she tried to get air back into her lungs.

“Me?!” Chan was just baffled, he just couldn’t help the incredulous laugh that flew past his lips, nor the question that came right after. “What about you, witch?”

The Queen looked at him, and Chan looked right back at her. Who had moved first? Chan didn’t know, and, at this point, he also didn’t care. All he cared about was the feeling of her soft lips against his own, and her tongue pushing against his while they kissed again.

There was a desk in the room, apparently. Chan realised it the moment he’d pushed her against it, when the thing dug on her backside as his hands held her hips in place, kneading the flesh over her clothes. When did the Queen move her leg? He didn’t know, but the warmth around his hip and the weight of her heel pressing on the back of his thigh awoke something within him, something primal and so incredibly dangerous if acted upon.

His hand flew to her thigh, and he hiked her leg a bit further up on his torso to keep it in place, ensuring that her balance was secure with the desk behind her to stabilise her. He was dizzy. From the kiss, from her warmth, from the arousal that was close to burning him alive…

One of her hands tangled in his hair, and she tugged–not enough to hurt or pull him away, but enough for his body to react. His hips rolled forward for his very prominent erection to grind against her centre, which made the Queen moan loudly against his mouth, further making his head spin.

Chan needed to breathe. His heart was beating just way too fast, his breathing laboured further with every graze of her tongue and every minute roll of her hips, and the only active brain cell he had left was screaming at him to get oxygen into his lungs as soon as possible.

So, he disconnected his lips from hers, only to reattach them to other areas of her skin. He kissed the apple of her cheek, her jaw, settling on the soft skin of her neck. In a way, he felt ravenous, hungry. It was the type of hunger he could only satisfy with the taste of her on his tongue.

Every time his lips connected to her skin, every time his tongue got bold and prodded her exposed neck, every time his grip on her thigh tightened or his hand moved further up on it, the Queen shivered under his touch, which only fueled him more.

“Chris, listen–” Her words died on her tongue at the sudden roll of his hips. The movement had been almost involuntary, an almost instinctual reaction to his name coming out of her mouth.

“Listen, I… I need you to stop”.

Chan froze.

That four letter word shocked his senses back into reality, as if a bucket of cold water had been dunked over his head.

He pulled back from the Queen’s neck to look at her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were swollen, kiss-bitten, and her eyes were closed as she took deep breaths. Right then, she looked probably the prettiest Chan had seen her as of yet, and the sight certainly made his heart flutter.

Their movements had stopped, but their positions didn’t change. His hand was still on her thigh, his fingers lightly dug into her flesh, sporadically squeezing over the fabric of her trousers, while he hands were still very much buried in his hair.

After a few seconds, the Queen took a deep breath and finally opened her eyes. “I can’t think clearly if you’re touching me”.

Even after saying that, she didn’t pull away. She made no attempt to remove herself from his space at all. Her hands just simply remained mindlessly playing with the hair on the back of his head.

Chan huffed out a laugh. “Me neither, clearly”.

Her Majesty chuckled softly. “At the risk of bursting into flames right here, I really need to talk”.

Chan pressed a soft kiss to her cheekbone, only to finally step away from her, letting her leg fall to the floor. The sudden lack of her warmth made his head spin, but he decided to ignore it.

“I don’t know for certain what’s your… your stance on it, seems like it’s similar to mine. But you… you make me feel things. Too many. And it’s honestly a little scary”, there was sincerity in her voice, the feeling she described was something that, if anyone could understand, it would be him. “But we can’t do this”.

Chan blinked for a couple of seconds, and then took another step back, unsure of what to do. He suddenly felt… confused, and much, much less confident. It must’ve been obvious on his face, too, as her eyes scanned his features with clear concern in them.

The Queen inhaled deeply, dragging her hands over her face before she spoke again. “There are things you still don’t know about me. Things I wish I could tell you, but I can’t without putting a lot of people and you at risk. Besides, the Big Bad Wolf’s repairs are going smoothly. What’re you gonna do when it’s completely operational again? You know I can’t leave for long periods of time. Are you gonna stay here with me?”

Chan felt it then, the sharp twinge in his heart. She was right. Soon, he’d have to leave, he couldn’t stay. His mouth opened and closed a few times, while he just looked at her, trying to find suitable words to reply to her, but no words came out.

“Exactly”, her words were steady, almost impassive, but her eyes couldn’t pretend like her voice did. Chan could see clear as day all her unsaid words, and complicated feelings, swimming in them. “You’ll leave and return to your base to fulfil your own moral duties, while I stay here doing the same”.

His stance on it she asked? It was exactly the same as hers, and of course she could tell, because against his better judgement, Chan would often wear his heart on his sleeve, even when he shouldn’t have to.

The Queen was right, and it irked him in a way… Not only because she was absolutely right, but also because she was so fucking level and collected when she talked about this, while his heart was doing summersaults in his chest.

“I must say”, Chan started, crossing his arms over his chest, trying his best to keep his voice steady. “I really admire how you can be so rational about this”, he finished off with a dry laugh.

The Queen looked at him for a moment, and then sighed. It was a tired, defeated sigh. “I have to”.

She moved just a tad closer to him, close enough so he could hear her whispered words. “It doesn’t matter how much I yearn to hold you, to kiss you, to be close to you”, the Queen brought a hand to her chest, spreading it wide open. “Even if it hurts me, I’ve got to be rational, otherwise I’d just give in to this burning feeling in my heart without hesitation, completely shamelessly and carelessly”.

Her words reached deep within Chan, they rattled that annoying box of feelings in his heart. Her Majesty’s eyes scanned his face for a while, until she let out another tired sigh.

“I just… I’m too dedicated to the Alliance. It’s what I spend most of my time on when I’m not actually ruling my planet. As long as I can’t be fully transparent with you, as long as the Charmer is loose around the galaxy… I just can’t do this. I don’t have time for this… and you deserve better than that”, her expression changed then, and he could see it clearly in her face, the struggle within herself.

A few moments of silence passed, a few moments where neither of them were really sure what to do or say to the other. Until Chan moved, until that intense urge itching under his skin materialised into existence, an action that had started before he could even stop himself.

He reached for her hand, and held it in his. It wasn’t a tight hold, but it was certainly firm, and his thumb started to lightly brush her knuckles.

Chan saw her façade crumble with his touch, and her body gave in to their inexplicable pull to each other. The Queen moved closer, releasing his hand and wrapping her arms around his waist, tucking her head under his chin. Chan simply wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and brought one of his hands to rest on her hair.

“I’m sorry”, she whispered, her voice almost muffled against the fabric of his vest top. “I must be giving you so many mixed signals right now”.

Chan chuckled. “A bit, yeah”, he caressed her hair. It was pretty much a mindless action he wasn’t sure he was doing to ease her worries or his own. “I did, uh, kiss you first, so I guess it’s my fault”.

The Queen hummed, the vibration seemed to reverberate against his skin, reaching those secluded areas deep within his heart. “Darling, I’m just as guilty, trust me”.

Oh, wow. A term of endearment. It wasn’t mocking, nor teasing, nor playful. It was just… real, it fell from her lips so naturally… And it affected him, a bit embarrassingly, even. So Chan tightened his hold around her frame, and decided to break the heavy atmosphere with one of his insufferable comments.

“Maybe you’re right… It’s all your fault, witch”.

Her Majesty weakly slapped him on the back, but she chuckled regardless. “You’re so annoying sometimes, makes me want to–”

A breathless laugh fell from her lips as she cut her words short and shook her head.

“Makes you want to what?” Chan taunted.

“Makes me want to shut you up”.

“How?” Chan was delving into dangerous territory. He couldn’t help it, the urge was too strong. He really, really wanted to annoy her, to get under her skin and get her to do something, anything…

Again, sometimes, he was just a bit shameless.

Chan felt the sharp intake of breath against the skin of his neck, and one of her hands moved from where it had been resting around his waist to lay palm flat on the small of his back. “Don’t tempt me”.

“But it’s so much fun”, Chan pouted, he fucking pouted even if she couldn’t see him.

She hummed, and when she spoke, her lips ghosted over the skin of his neck, making the hair at his nape stand on end. “Is that what you want from me, then? Just to have fun?”

Her tone was level still, almost impassive, but there was an undertone of curiosity to it, like she genuinely wanted to know. The Queen pressed a soft kiss on his neck, and the feeling almost made him shiver. Chan supposed it was fair, considering he, too, had kissed her there earlier.

“No”, now was as good a time as any to be honest, so he was, all while sprinkling a little term of endearment of his own, because, why wouldn’t he, if he felt like it? “Your suspicions are correct, love. You, too, make me feel things. Too many”.

The Queen buried her face further in the crook of his neck, and an appreciative hum vibrated against his skin.

There was just something so comforting about having the Queen in his arms. Chan knew he had feelings for her, he’d known for a while… He’d known how the feel of her hands in his affected him, how full he felt when they spoke, when she shared those bits and pieces of her knowledge with him, how his heart reacted to her laugh, her voice, her presence in general…

It was odd, but now that he held her in his arms, it was almost as if there was something in the back of his mind telling him that this was what he was supposed to be doing, that urged him to just do it, to continue to do it, and, as he pondered on it, Chan’s resolve was clear. With his cheek against her hair, with his senses full of just… her, there was no doubt in his mind when he spoke his next words.

“I’ll wait”.

The Queen took in a shaky breath, and her arms around his waist tightened their hold ever so slightly. “I wouldn’t ask that of you. It’s not fair”.

“I know”, he was set on it, there was just no other possible option in his mind at this point, he was in too deep already. When Chan had a goal, he would strive to achieve it, regardless of how hard it could be, and for her, he decided right then and there, without hesitation, that he would wait. “But rebellions don’t last forever. Eventually, we’ll win, and I’ll come back. We’ll figure it out then”.

The Queen’s hold tightened around Chan’s waist a bit more, and all of a sudden, a thought passed briefly in his mind, a drop of doubt that had nothing to do with his feelings, but hers. “As long as you’d take me, of course. Otherwise you can just tell me to fuck off and I’ll leave you alone forever. And that’s a serious offer”.

He heard the Queen chuckle again, her breath fanning his neck made goosebumps rise at his nape. Pulling back from the hug, she laid her hands on his chest, and Chan’s hands moved from their place around her shoulders to rest on her lower back with her motion.

While Her Majesty looked right into his eyes, she had a glint of something in her eyes, something that Chan was certainly mirroring in his own.

Hope.

Bringing a hand to the back of his head, her fingers played with the curls there, before she offered him a soft ‘Thank you’.

Chan just regarded her with a smile. She broke eye contact, and once again, her eyes darted all around his face, until they finally settled on his mouth. He could practically see the cogs turning in her head, so he stayed still in their embrace, waiting for the Queen to make her decision.

Ultimately, she leaned in and kissed him, giving into the pull. That burning flame inside of him spread like wildfire all throughout his body as soon as her lips made contact with his, as soon as he kissed her back.

The unspoken words in her actions were very clear to Chan. This was a promise. A promise of a future… of a future together.

Chan could feel heat on his face, on his neck, and his chest. It was everywhere, and when the Queen pulled away from the kiss, he noticed a soft blush had spread over her cheeks as well. Her eyes focused on his kiss-swollen lips for a moment before she finally looked him in the eyes with a shy smile on her lips.

“I have to go now”, the cursed words left her mouth as the fingers of one of her hands mindlessly tapped Chan’s chest, while the other twirled a strand of his hair.

“I know”, Chan removed himself from her space then, taking a tentative step back.

The Queen regarded him with one last, almost apologetic smile, and her words of ‘See you later’ were the last thing she said to him before she turned around and walked away, finally leaving the room.

Even then, after the incessant pulling sensation diminished only slightly the more she moved away, his resolve didn’t waver. Chan was absolutely sure of what he’d told her, about what he’d promised…

Now, he had something to hope for. A newfound goal that was quickly ingraining itself in his mind.

We’ll win, and I’ll come back.

“I just need to know where to connect the thing to. That’s what I’m missing and it’s driving me crazy!”

Chan, Changbin, and Felix decided to stay back inside the Big Bad Wolf after repairs ceased for the day, just so they could talk to their friends back at the base. Jeongin had picked up this time, the man was completely stressed out of his mind as he couldn’t continue repairs on the Shining Starlight without knowing where a specific circuit board was supposed to connect to.

“Okay, describe to me in detail, where exactly are you trying to plug it into?” Chan was rubbing circles on his temples, there were no doubts in his mind that Jeongin was trying to connect the thing to the wrong connector within the console. He remembered quite vividly how Jeongin had ignored him ages ago when he was trying to show the younger man how to do this.

“Okay, so there’s the main unit, right? So, I crawl under the main unit, and open the farthest left panel–”

Chan cut him off. “Your left or the console’s left?”

Silence fell on the line for a few seconds, and eventually Jeongin let out an exasperated groan. “Oh, shit”.

Changbin chuckled from where he was sitting on the floor playing cards with Felix, meanwhile Felix just shook his head disapprovingly at his friend on the other side of the line, placing a card on the pile in front of him, forcing Changbin to pick up four cards from the other pile.

“You should pay attention to me when I show you things”, Chan sighed. “What’re you gonna do when you’re old and I’m gone?” He added with the most dramatic tone he could muster.

“Man, I’m sorry, okay. Sometimes you just talk too much and I get distracted”, Jeongin lacked any semblance of remorse, which made Chan scoff immediately.

Chan was about to reprimand Jeongin, when, all of a sudden, Minho’s screams could be heard through the line, very, very far away. The man was surely running into the communication room, screaming ‘Guys, guys, guys, guys’ repeatedly, like a chant. The tone slowly increased the closer he got.

There was rustling, a ‘What the fuck, dude’ from Jeongin, and then Minho was talking right into the communicator. “Shut it, this is important!” He was clearly addressing Jeongin, who very gracefully swore at him in the background. “Guys! Who’s there?”

“All three of us”, Felix said–their game of cards now forgotten once he and Changbin stood up and came to Chan’s side, right by the communication system.

“Jaebum’s unit’s been rescued. Dall’s just sent a message to all units”, Minho was slightly breathless, but he sounded relieved, which was the same feeling that washed over the three men inside the Big Bad Wolf.

“Holy shit, do we have details?” Changbin asked, clutching Chan’s shoulder–for moral support, Chan supposed.

“Seems like four of them had been captured, obviously Dall didn’t specify who exactly. In any case, apparently a couple of days ago a few units were able to assist and the rescue mission went smoothly”.

Chan let out a sigh of relief, slumping on his chair. “Man… That’s great”.

And it was. It was great that they could rescue them. Chan felt a lot of respect for Dall, whoever or whatever the person–or thing–was, they had proved time and time again to be someone they could count on when things got really bad.

Not like it mattered much, anyway, but he wondered if at any point, they would come clean and show themselves, or if, once the Alliance’s goal was fulfilled, the person–or people–would never reveal their identity at all.

“Do you think Dall was there with the unit as well?” Felix asked. He had always had special curiosity towards the identity of Dall. Sometimes, he even got borderline annoying with his speculations and conspiracy theories. Chan would humour him most of the time regardless, even if he had no real interest in the topic.

“It’s not like anyone could tell anyway, no?” It was Jeongin now talking on the other side of the line. “No one truly knows anyone from Dall’s unit, either, so it could be any random guy”.

“Or girl”, Changbin offered.

“Does it even matter?” Chan asked, to no one in particular. “For all we know, Dall could be several people, they could be a man, a woman, a person with no or unspecified gender, or even AI. We’ve been following them for so long already, I don’t think it matters that much”.

“Dude, where’s your sense of curiosity?” Felix was pouting and everything, which made Chan chuckle.

“You mean my sense of gossip? Outside of the Alliance, clearly”.

“Anyway”, Minho cut them off. “There’s another thing they mentioned, kinda unrelated to the rescue mission”.

Chan sat up straighter on his chair, listening intently as Minho continued. “Seems like they’ve found some sort of material that’s highly effective against the Charmer’s creatures, and they’re working on developing weapons to use them against the damned things”.

Chan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and his two friends next to him looked pretty much the same.

The Charmer’s mutated creatures were incredibly difficult to beat, regular blasters of any kind hardly scratched them, and any other physical weapon would break if you tried to impale the things. So a breakthrough like this was huge, getting weapons that could beat the creatures would mean they could get even closer to their goal, to finally win.

Chan was very curious. “Did they say what it was?”

“Nope. Just said they’ll keep us posted–Yes, Jeongin, you can talk now, damn”.

“Guys, any news on when the ship will be operational?” Jeongin asked.

“I was told today the tentative end date of the project is around two months from now”, Chan offered, sounding less excited than he thought he was going to be.

Earlier, as soon as Chan had arrived to the ship, Talboot had given him the news. After assessing the ship fully, they determined the ship should be fully operational within two months, possibly even before that if everything went smoothly. It was something that both excited him and gave him pause. He couldn’t help but feel conflicted after his conversation with the Queen today.

Chan had to leave. They had to leave. All three of them. They needed to return to their routines and continue their active involvement in the Alliance. Even if his heart was screaming at him to stay, he just couldn’t. So, knowing that he only had a couple of months at best to enjoy more of the Queen’s company made him feel… oddly distressed, to put it simply.

“That’s great, isn’t it?!” Minho sounded genuinely happy about it.

Chan decided then to shove his feelings as deep as they would go. There was no point in brooding about it now, much less in letting his friends know about his conflicted feelings.

“Yeap. It’s great”.

Maybe, if Chan said it many times out loud, he’d start to believe it.

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cherryjuicegf · 2 years

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yennskier one-shots

one last time, love | 1.9k, T, fluff, read on tumblr

Five times Jaskier told Yennefer he would take his clothes off if she asked and one time she did.

a little bit of light | 862 words, T, emotional hurt/comfort, read on tumblr

“Do you remember the stars, Yennefer?”

“You think it’s a good time for poetry, bard?”

“No,” Jaskier shakes his head and feels his heart aching. “Just for some light.”

Yennefer can’t sleep in the dark. The darkness of the cell isn’t helping.

my dearest love, i’m not done yet | 5.2k, M, angst, mcd (temporary), read on tumblr

It’s a funny thing, really. A last memory. As if every memory before that counts for nothing, as if that last one will define a love of a life. As if she would love him less if she saw him in agony. As if her heart wasn’t already given away and thrown aside with the most violent way. As if the sound of the bottle shattering on the floor wouldn’t wail in her ears forever.

A death for a life, a potion and four days. Yennefer wishes it was that simple.

of lutes and broken hands | 1.3k, T, emotional hurt/comfort, read on tumblr

The lute feels heavy in her hands, the weight of past melodies, and Jaskier is staring at her in confusion. Or hope. Or despair. She’s tired of guessing wrong. Only this feels right anymore.

“Here,” she says and gives him the lute, and it feels like giving away her heart. And he takes it.

His hands are trembling.

bring you home | 888 words, T, emotional hurt/comfort, read on tumblr

He’s gentle now too, he really is. Loving. One’s core is not that easily broken and yet, they were so close, so terrifyingly close, that sometimes she catches a fleeting glance of a ghost darkening his stare, something distant as if he’s momentarily losing himself in an endless abyss of despair with no memory of where it started. He scares her. A faint smile curves her lips, bitter. At least they’re even in that.

Sometimes his fingers tremble when he strokes her hair, and she can hear the whimper trapped in his throat.

she’s a tear that hangs inside my soul forever | 955 words, T, emotional hurt/comfort, read on tumblr

“Do you think he knows?”

“Knows what?” A silent corner of his heart knows the answer and he clears his throat, vainly.

Yennefer sighs, shoulders slumped ever so slightly, as if she refuses to show weakness about this. It can’t be for any other reason. He has already seen her weak. “That I’m alive,” she says and it’s like a knife again, only that this time the blade is turned at herself.

the fools | 1.2k, T, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, read on tumblr

Something in the way his eyelids drop resigned, and his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes makes her control slip between her fingers, laughing mockingly.

And just for a little bit, she finds she doesn’t mind.

Jaskier stares at her, reading her, and she never remembered being so easy to read. Then, as though he sees something, perhaps in her look or how she stands like she doesn’t intend to leave, he lets his shoulders slump. Sighs. “What do you want, Yennefer?”

Did he always sound so tired?

you’ll make me brave | 922 words, T, emotional hurt/comfort, read on tumblr

“You’re a coward.”

He chuckles. So warm, the abyss, like the hands creeping up his arms, like the fingers stoking his skin, like the seething tears that won’t escape her eyes only much later. A coward. “I am,” he admits, he’s been a coward all his life, if an artist is ever one. Then, he rests their foreheads together. “Just not with you.”

exploding love | 743 words, T, fluff

In which Jaskier loves Yennefer and blows up a kitchen.

today i somehow understand | 1.1k, T, emotional hurt/comfort, read on tumblr

“Is everything alright?”

Why, why, why does he care so much? She raises an eyebrow. “It should be.” Eventually, prehaps. She’s not one to hold out hope anyway.

Sometimes the answer lies in the caring.

i’ll stay because | 3.6k, E, fluff & hurt/comfort, read on tumblr

Five times Jaskier stayed and one time Yennefer understood the reason.

the water is fine | 1.2k, T, fluff, read on tumblr

Loving her is like loving the sea.

“It’s cold. You’ll drown.”

“Perhaps. We’ll both do.” Her eyes look like they’re whispering an apology. She huffs, bittersweet. “Still better than drowning alone.”

what we've found | 977 words, T, emotional hurt/comfort, read on tumblr

It doesn't matter, she decides. His body is warm and smells of comfort but it doesn't matter. She cannot go down this path, not again, not with a light heart. The only thing she can do is leave first. Choose the ending. The heartbreak. Something.

It has to work.

It's so hard to look away from him.

tender weapons | 489 words, G, fluff, read on tumblr

She meets his eyes, glinting as though with a look they can share the same thoughts. "The crow's feet are new," she whispers with the ever triumphant smirk yet her voice is tender, amused, as if she just made a discovery of an old habit, one that she's willing to visit over and over again.

And he, he laughs.

a long way down to reach the sea | 13k, E, hurt/comfort, domestic yennskier, read on tumblr

Drained, devoid of purpose and having escaped mages and soldiers alike, Yennefer and Jaskier hide in a cottage by the sea. It may or may not be as pleasant as it sounds.

lover, terror and beloved | 7.2k, M, angst with a happy ending, time loop, read on tumblr

A terrible time loop escape, a curse, and happily dying by your lover's hand to break it. This is a love story.

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ladylilithprime · 1 year

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From This Moment On

Series: Fluff Is My Jamstiel

Fandom: Supernatural:

Pairing: Jessica Moore/Max Miller, Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Witch Sam Winchester, Hunter Novak Brothers, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Brief Allusions to Canon-Typical Violence, Death Is Part Of The Natural Order, Sam Winchester Is Surprisingly Good With Kids Double Fluff Dose, Polyamory Negotiations, The Ship Officially Sets Sail

Summary: Sam Winchester finds himself reflecting on the passage of time and the twists that life can throw at your plans as he stands with his old friends to be named godfather to their second child. His new friends help, in their own way.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 11: Immaculate

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CALLING THE EVENT a christening felt vaguely disingenuous, even if it was mostly just a formality of pageantry for the new parents and the people closest to them, a show put on to appease the mother's family who just wanted some reassurance that their own baby girl and her husband were "doing right" by their own daughters. Samantha Maxine Moore had been through it when she was born, and she had borne the stiff white baby gown and the splash of water over her face with all the patience and dignity afforded someone who was only seven days old. Now, almost three years later, it was her newborn baby sister's turn to be held up in the white gown with her mother, father, and godfather standing around her while Sammi got to sit in the seats with her Uncle Dean and color.

Sam Winchester envied his elder goddaughter just a bit, stuck standing with Jessica and Max Moore in front of the priest at Stanford University's campus chapel, silently reciting his own blessings over the newborn to avoid grimacing at anything being said aloud by Pastor Strickland. They had some leeway when constructing the ceremony, but when the child's prospective godfather was a self-professed practicing witch there was bound to be a bit of awkwardness over the dedication of the child to any deity.

It had been awkward enough the first time they had done this. Sam had been just a bit uncomfortable with the way the previous priest had talked about the godfather's responsibility to the child for their spiritual needs, even having been assured by Max and Jess that neither of them expected him to teach Sammi anything he wasn't comfortable with. Jess had even assured him that she would have been fine with dedicating her daughter to Hecate, Hades, and Persephone if it wouldn't have given her mother a heart attack, while Max had joked that maybe they should do it anyway afterwards. Sam's best friend, Tyson Brady, had laughed and clapped Sam on the back and promised that he'd take the next one to spare Sam the guilt of implied dishonesty.

Brady was supposed to be the one standing up here today. Five months earlier, during his latest round of exams, the dedicated med student had caught the flu and, with all the stubbornness and self-assuredness of a med student, had opted to power through it with caffeine and cold medicine rather than take time off to rest or even admit that he was sick until the flu had turned into pneumonia. On the verge of being hospitalized, Brady had finally stumbled to Sam's door and admitted he needed help and Sam, who had honestly wondered why the hell his friend hadn't come sooner, had given him the potion he kept for curing sinus and chest infections. When Brady unexpectedly began to choke and swell from an allergic reaction neither one had been prepared, and the EpiPen Sam had grabbed and used on him while calling for an ambulance had not been enough to save him.

Despite being repeatedly told that he was not to blame and that he had done all he could, Sam still felt the burden of Brady's death, and it felt like a poor repayment to his friend to stand in his place with his presence marked only by the spray of juniper from the tree Brady's ashes had been buried with pinned to the lapel of Sam's suit jacket.

Sam was drawn out of his thoughts by the sound of fussing that was rapidly turning to crying and refocused his attention on the ceremony. Pastor Strickland looked a little dismayed, his hand still wet from bestowing holy water over the baby's brow, while the baby in question had scrunched up her face in infant displeasure and was making her unhappiness with her state of affairs very well known. Sam exchanged glances with Jess and Max, then whistled softly as Max turned to the priest to put things on pause for a moment while Sam and Jess moved over to one of the pews. Bones knew her cue well, and Sam's familiar trotted up with the handles of the diaper bag in her mouth just as Jess was handing Sam a squirming, squalling baby so she could sit down.

This, at least, he knew how to handle. She was almost scarily tiny in his hands, smaller than her sister had been, but just as wiggly while he set about changing her diaper, being careful not to let any of the mess get on the little white gown. Handing her back to Jess, Sam swapped places with Max and let his friend use his suit jacket to provide some cover for Jess to feed the baby while he darted out to dispose of the diaper in the men's washroom trash bin. By the time he got back, things were much calmer with the baby soothed back towards sleep. Sam caught the sound of Dean telling Sammi that her own christening had involved her sneezing when the water hit her face and being startled enough to mess her own diaper up.

Sam resolved to let Sammi know later that she had actually slept through the whole christening ceremony as a baby and Uncle Dean was telling tall tales.

Eventually they were able to put themselves back in order and return to their places. Pastor Strickland quietly concluded the final prayer and then presented "Tylene Deanna Moore" to the assembled guests. Sam had the pleasure of watching Dean trying to pretend that he wasn't tearing up at hearing her full name for the first time. Several people were tearing up, actually, most of them people who had known Brady and would recognize the significance of her name. Even Jimmy and Cas looked a bit misty-eyed where they sat near the back of the gathering, for once their attention more on the baby than on Sam.

John Castiel and James Constantine Novak were a complicated pair, particularly when it came to how and why they were acquainted enough with Jess and Max to have been invited to attend the christening when it turned out they would be in town that day. The two hunters had first met all of them because of a misunderstanding involving Brady's death and Sam being a witch thanks to a comment from Brady's grief-stricken mother about blaming "that witch" for her son's death making one of the papers. They had quickly come to the conclusion that Sam had not been to blame, but then they had kept coming back to Palo Alto frequently enough that Jess knew their coffee orders by heart and Max could predict their sandwich orders.whenever he was working the register at Mildred's.

And their visits had been increasing. Sam knew that Dean thought he was oblivious to certain subjects, and his big brother wasn't necessarily wrong, but Sam also wasn't blind. He knew the Novaks were attractive, and Bones wasn't going to be wrong if she said they smelled of lust around him. Certainly the various looks the twins had been aiming his way since they had arrived that morning to see him actually wearing a suit instead of jeans and flannel or a sweater were not at all subtle, but he wasn't sure what to make of the way his stomach both fluttered a bit and clenched down at the thought of maybe taking them up on it. He had never been as comfortable with "being someone's Mr Right Now" as Jess had once referred to it, but he was starting to get the impression that Jimmy and Cas might actually want to keep coming back even after "Right Now" became "Last Night".

Jess and Max had, with his express invitation and permission, opted to hold the reception at his house in his garden. Riding back with Dean in the Impala gave Sam a few minutes to breathe and prepare himself for the upcoming socialization required of him while also giving him a brief break from needing to be "Sam Wesson, Tylene Moore's godfather" With the way Dean drove, especially being back behind the wheel of the Impala the way he wasn't able to manage as often living out where the gas prices were insane, they also got back well before everyone else. They separated at Dean's driveway, Dean heading into his own house to change and grab the food he'd prepared earlier to bring over while Sam and Bones jogged over to let themselves in, get changed out of the suit for Sam and into human form for Bones, and open up the streetside gate to the garden to let people in as they began to arrive.

Jimmy found him first, or perhaps he had been the one dispatched to locate Sam amid the respectful throng of friends and relations taking their turns to gush over Tylene where she lay snoozing in Sam's arms to give her parents a chance to eat lunch. He cooed over Tylene, giving Sam another of those looks that made his stomach flip, and actually blushed a little when a very slightly exasperated Jess reclaimed her daughter and told Jimmy to take Sam off to join Cas and get themselves some food or a room.

"Are we really being that obvious?" Jimmy asked in an undertone as he led Sam over to the far corner of the garden where, true to prediction, Cas was already waiting with three plates that held an assortment of each of their preferred foods from the available spread.

"Dean still thinks I'm oblivious," Sam answered with a sigh. "Either that or he's in denial about it because he's convinced himself that there will be some sort of signal when I'm ready to start dating someone again."

Jimmy and Cas exchanged an awkward look. "Uh..."

"No, he and I have never dated each other, nor have we ever considered it," Sam answered the question they were trying not to ask. "I'm guessing you've heard enough of the local gossips who ship us for one reason or another?"

"Miss Barnes seemed particularly convinced there was a history between you," Cas said hesitantly, referring to the woman who came into The Long Brew once a week for a refill on her favorite teas and the latest gossip from her end of town.

"Pamela's a troll," Sam snorted. "She knows that Dean and I have known each other for longer than we usually admit to and that when Dean moved out here it was because I was already here and his house was empty and available to move into, and she likes messing with people who know she's psychic." Though come to think of it, Pamela had also been the one to tell him over a month ago that his choice wouldn't be nearly as difficult as he thought... Taking a slow breath in and trying not to show his sudden surge of nerves, Sam asked carefully, "Is this the part where we talk about logistics of polyamory formations?"

Twin pairs of blue eyes blinked at him in startlement, darted towards each other for a hasty nonverbal conversation, and then returned to Sam cautiously. It was Jimmy who asked, "Isn't that kind of skipping a step or two...?"

"My familiar smelled your interest in me the first time you turned up on my door," Sam informed them dryly. "I wouldn't have even brought it up if I wasn't sure of my own interest and of my read on you two that it's not just hormones on your part. I'm also pretty sure you aren't going to ask me to choose between you, which leaves a polyamorous arrangement. So, logistics."

"Fair enough," Cas sighed. "We should probably confess that we share a soul bond. It's fairly common among twins, though the types vary, but that's why Jimmy and i won't ask you to choose. We don't necessarily need to share everything, and not all the time, but we've found it's easier on us to seek out partners who want to be with us both."

"Not too many people lining up to sign on for that for longer than a night," Jimmy admitted with a grimace. "Which is fine, just..."

"It's not what you want long term," Sam filled in, feeling some of the clench in his gut ease as they both nodded. They were thinking long term with him, then. "My turn, then. I'm fine with having you both together, obviously. I'm also fine with you both continuing hunting, even with the roadtrip part of it. If we're taking that step, though, I would like to be able to see you both for more than a weekend at a time once a month. Since I know part of the reason you don't stay longer than a weekend is because the hotels around here are too expensive, I am also offering the use of my spare bedroom and the accompanying kitchen, bathroom, and laundry facilities. I just ask that you respect any locked doors and not go in without permission."

"I would also like to request that we make an effort to remain friends as well as whatever happens with our amorous relationship," Cas murmured, glancing down. "Jimmy and I have few enough friends that I - we - would prefer not to lose any of them over a break-up, should we all end up deciding that more than that isn't working out for us."

"Agreed," Sam nodded. He understood not wanting to lose friends over a break-up, having seen that sort of drama play out around him in high school and college. "Maybe not even commit to changing the label on our current relationship until we have a better sense of whether or not we can live with each other. Literally and figuratively."

"And it gives us a little longer of a reprieve before we need to worry about Dean figuring out that you're dating us and giving us a shovel talk?" Jimmy joked, eyebrows going up when Sam nodded seriously.

"As much as he keeps saying I'm oblivious, I absolutely want to keep him in the dark as long as possible," Sam told them. "I want to see what it takes to actually clue him in without us ever officially saying anything."

Sam gave it at least a month.

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"Remember Me"

A/N: Heyo! So it seems that my brain started to work today and I finally completed the draft! ✨✨✨✨

Anyways, I know this is quite smaller than I what usually write....

Also, any suggestions or asks are always welcome! 💖💖💖💖💕💕✨✨

(Also, take care of yourselves!)

TW: Implied/Mentions of vomiting ; Implied Murder ; Major-Character Death ; If have missed any please do tell me!

Others: Lucifer x F!OC (Meera) ; a little fluff.

Chapter 1

“GAH!”

The demon of pride wakes up with a scream looking around the room.

There was only him and the pitch darkness surrounding him.

And of course, the silence.

“….” The demon takes a moment to calm his racing heart down, thinking about the events that had transpired.

M.L.

Prorok’s death….

Diavolo…..

Him dying……

He gets up and runs for the bathroom to wash his face, to somehow calm down the storm inside his head.

‘It’s alright. You’ll get used to it’

A voice in his head tells him.

……Ah….. It’s M.L……

“Tch” Lucifer scowls away from the mirror.

‘Hey now, I was trying to comfort you.’

“…..So….. I am alive…..?”

‘Yup.’

Ignoring the voice, he continues to think aloud, “……What day is this……?”

‘….The same day you “died”.’

…..

“I beg your pardon?”

How the hell is he going to change his fate in just one goddamn day?!

‘Hey, you never know.’

Tch.

This is going to be a hassle….

…..

…

“?” the demon looks over the nightstand where his D.D.D. gives out a sound of its presence, to inform him of message. Lucifer sighs and checks the device.

It’s 3:04 am.

Underneath the clock in screen, the sender’s name was visible.

“Meera?” why was she awake so late in the night? Shaking his head, he reads the message:

Meera: Hey you awake?

Meera: Sorry, if I am disturbing you……

Meera: I……. I just… missed you is all…

Huh? What happened to her-

‘Hey…. That didn’t happen the last time… did it?’

Yes….. This didn’t happen…. But, “It could still be a useless different moment as well…” As much he didn’t want say something like that about the human, he right now had more impending matters to handle.

‘Every moment is precious, Lucifer. Even a slightest change, can be a small light in a crevice or…….a signal of the inevitable.’ M.L. speaks to him solemnly.

“Talking with experience?”

‘Reply to her.’

“…”

Lucifer: No, you didn’t. I assure you; I was awake myself.

The reply comes faster than he anticipates:

Meera: I… see…..

Meera: ……

Meera: Are working late again?

Meera: *Doom Demoji*

The demon smiles to himself, as he also can hear the voice inside him chuckle.

Lucifer: What if I am?

Lucifer: Are you going to, in your words, “Drag my ass back to bed?” :)

Meera: Holy shit-

Meera: Lucifer using a smiley! I need to capture this moment forever!

Meera: *clicks a screenshot*

Meera: And yes, I would. I would lovingly drag your ass back bed.

Meera: And if you try to escape?

Meera: Then I will stick to you like a sloth.

Lucifer: Oh?

Lucifer: Please do try.

Lucifer: :)

Meera: …..

Meera: On second thought,

Meera: I would give you tea.

Meera: and put a drop of sleeping potion.

Lucifer: You do know that you are talking to the very person, you intend to use that plan upon, yes?

Meera: ….

Meera: …..

Meera: Ahahahahahahha-

Lucifer: …..Really now?

Lucifer: Anyways, are you alright?

Lucifer: What is keeping you awake?

Meera: …..

Meera: Hey……

Lucifer: ?

Meera: How did it feel when you killed someone for the first time…..?

…..

Lucifer double checks the message to make sure eyes are not deceiving him.

Lucifer: What do you mean?

Meera: You know what? Forget, I ever said that.

Lucifer: No, Meera.

Lucifer: What did you mean by that?

“Do you think that…….”

‘She is the one who killed Prorok?’ He finishes with an amused hum.

“…..But it’s highly unlikely. She’s a human. He’s a prophet and a demon. It can’t be….”

‘Did you check her background? Any links to supernatural entities?’

“Other than Lilith’s faint lineage. No.” the demon looks at the device’s screen to find a reply.

Meera: ……

Meera: What if I said…….

Meera: I did it for you?

What?

‘What? Is she like obsessed with you or something?’

This doesn’t makes any sense…. Meera, from the beginning hated his guts. It is recently that they had a mutual friendship between them…. Not to mention, Meera loves Simeon. So….

‘It’s impossible?’

The demon nods in the empty room.

Meera: What if I said….. I knew something that no one knows?

Meera: Or something, like, I know what is going to happen?

“…….”

‘…’

Lucifer closes his eyes for a moment, and takes a deep breath.

Lucifer: …..Did you kill Prorok?

Meera: ……

Lucifer: May I take that as a yes?

Meera: ….. Yes.

“How-”

‘Anything is possible, buddy.’

Furiously shaking his head, he types:

Lucifer: Come to my room, now.

“So, we know who, killed Prorok. But I still don’t what Prorok’s Prophecy was.”

‘You suspect that, Diavolo killed you due a prophecy?’

“That is very likely.”

‘Elaborate.’

“The Old Demon King was very well acquainted with him. All of his prophecies were true, almost.”

‘Almost?’

“Yes, only one prophecy was never fulfilled.”

‘Do you know…?’

“No. It is confidential.”

‘Anyways-’

A heavy knock resounds in the void-like silence of the room.

“…Come in.”

The door opens slowly to reveal a figure covered in blood, from head to toe. It’s head low, meekly trying to hide itself.

A second look made Lucifer, paralyze in realization, as the figure lifts its head to look at him.

It was Meera.

Lucifer doesn’t know why or when, but he hugged her tightly, without caring about the blood.

“Why?” he asks.

“I said so, didn’t I?” her small voice answers.

“But still-”

“Here.” The human hands him a crumpled old document.

“….?”

“It’s the prophecy.”

“…” he looks at her in horror.

“I don’t care, if you kill me, or you can do what you think is best.”

Lucifer steps back a little to look at her. The clothes that she wore on their date, last Friday were now covered in blood. Her eyes, that shone whenever she would talk, now empty and soulless.

‘….’

“But still, why did you do it?” he sighs, in a feeble attempt to regain his composure.

“……..”

“Meera…….”

“…..Burn that thing.”

“Huh?”

“The Prophecy. Burn it.”

“…. Why may I ask?”

“Should I do it for you then?”

“Answer my question first, Meera.” He growls at her, agitated.

Meera’s black eyes look at him for a moment and then she sighs looking down, at her hands. “……”

“…..Meera?”

Suddenly, Meera pulls out a bloodied silver dagger from her coat, she looks at the demon with a sad smile, “I am sorry, but I couldn’t keep my promise…….. But this may save you, so live….. alright?”

Lucifer looks at her in shock, and runs at her to grab the dagger……

‘…….Let me….’

Suddenly, reality broke apart like a glass………

Everything, Meera, himself, the room, the trees outside, the moon in the sky, the sky itself….

Everything was submerged in the darkness…….

?????????

??????

????

???

“GUh!”

…….

The demon of pride wakes up with a scream looking around the room.

There was only him and the pitch darkness surrounding him.

And of course, the silence.

“….” The demon takes a moment to calm his racing heart down, thinking about the events that had transpired.

…..

“Ok……… BUT WHAT IN NAME OF DEVIL-”

‘Part of my powers.’

“!”

‘*Sigh* That girl was about to kill herself. So, I had to.’

“……..”

‘Look I know what you are thinking but there is a limit to how much I can use this power too.’

“….Oh?”

‘I can only use it 7 times, minus 1 for now.’

“…..Why did you…”

‘I don’t know why…. But I feel like Meera, that girl………’

“She knows why did Diavolo killed me the first time? Because her having the Prophecy itself was alarm-” the demon stops mid-sentence. “Wait, we have to go to Meera! NOW!”

Lucifer grabs a red stone from the nightstand and breaks it, red waves of magic revolve around him as his attire changes from his nightclothes to his classic look. He quietly flies down the stairs and sends his small minions, the Little Ds to look for Meera in the House.

He looks at his watch, if he is correct, all of the events happened in 1 and half hours at minimum or 2 hours at maximum. He vomited in the bathroom for a lot of time, talked to M.L. for like 5 minutes at best? Then replied to Meera and talked to her for 20 minutes, then waited for her arrival and then all of the things that came after-

“What?”

The demon looks at his watch.

It’s 3:04 am.

The demon looks at his D.D.D. and opens the messaging app to confirm.

There were no new messages.

Meera hadn’t messaged him….

He reopened the app again and again.

“What… This Thing-”

“Lord Lucifer!”

A Little D of Lust comes at him, it looks at him knowing their master’s foul mood it quivers and speaks, “M-Miss, she is in…. her r-room sleeping.”

“What.”

At the speed of light Lucifer flies to Meera’s room not caring if he was making any sound or whatever.

Once at his location, he quietly opens the door and finds the human sleeping in her bed.

“……”

The demon dismisses everyone and goes back in his room.

“Just….. What the hell is happening?”

‘…..’

“Do you know anything?”

‘No…… It seems that we are in a much bigger pickle that we thought we were….’

“…..M.L.”

‘Hm?’

“What day is it?”

Maybe, the day is different that’s why?

….

‘It’s the same day, Lucifer.’

End Notes: I hope you like this chapter!😊

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