#I actually love every character so I might to future looks with the mc and the rest of the cast

[nastiiuu]

Fun headcanons for the MC and Arven Pair

Arven ends up opening a restaurant and researching what food helps a Pokémon stay healthy and strong

It’s not an usual restaurant bc you first have to battle him to win the special ingredient for you and your Pokémon’s food

MC/Scarlet sometimes visit to be the main opponent, which is funny bc “holy fuck a champion is here??”

(They don’t know that Arven and Scarlet are best friends and almost get a heart attack when they greet eachother with little buddy and big bestie)

Regulars love to come and watch the battles, many students come over to see their teachers battle or to challenge them bc it’s fun

Arven teaches cooking and Scarlet has a special class dedicated to Area Zero

Both are usual not at the school tho bc that isn’t their main calling

Arven learned sewing and made clothes with herbs symbols for his restaurant uniform and for Scarlet to remind them of their shared adventure

Arven keeps away from the Area Zero business but always makes sure to keep touch with Scarlet and appreciates the cool ingredients she brings back from her trips

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

How the Rhodolite princes would react to their firstborn/newborn

Rating: PG-13 (?) Ikepri itself contains a lot of mature themes however, as such, mdni 🔞

Warnings: Brief mentions of (past) character death, grief, pregnancy/childbirth themes (no actual birth depicted), gn but implied afab, & the usual tragic Ikepri cannon.

A/N: Tried to write how they'd hold their kid and what they were feeling when meeting them. Spoiler warnings for the Rhodolite princes routes, tried not to bring up anything major though (Luke's is probably the most spoilery?). Tried to keep the princes' spouses GN, though implied afab bc newborns. (One very brief mention of Belle, but mc/reader is not Emma.) Might eventually make pt2 with the others..? Please read the warnings and proceed only if comfortable! :)

(Apologies for anything that seems ooc, I haven't written much in awhile and this is my first piece for Ikepri! I'm more used to fics rather than hcs, but I tried my best! o7)

JIN 🦅

There's so much Jin can't help but worry about. His past, his future, his country... and now he's got not one but two loved ones he would do anything for. The little bundle of joy in his arms reminds him of the times when his younger brothers were born, and how cute they used to be (well, some of them, anyway). The bleary, garnet eyes trying to look into his own have him wondering.. is this how he looked to his dear mother? There's so much he cherishes, and so much he fears, but he won't let the history of Belle repeat itself. He'd fight the entire palace if he had to, but for right now, he'll settle for tackling pesky burps and dirty diapers. Jin coos at his baby, baritone voice suddenly startling the poor thing, and he can't help but pout. The baby in his arms continues to fuss, feeling hungry.

Jin pulls something out of his breast pocket, looking over at his spouse. "So.. how much longer until they can have lollipops?"

CHEVALIER 🐅

Chevalier would likely be a bit awed upon holding his firstborn, much like the quiet way he takes in Emma's precence. Chevalier is known to be awkward with his affections, as he's far from practiced, but it's been shown on several occasions how he tries to gently pet an animal that dares to come close, or how he clumsily takes care of his love when they're feeling under the weather. He may look fine on the outside, but he's actually quite hesitant, trying to sort things out logistically at first, before sort of just settling for standing there and holding his newborn with both arms. He stares down at their gentle features, taking in every detail, making sure they're comfortable and warm in their sleep.

Looking over at his beloved in all their tired glory, in his very own Chevalier-approved affection he says, "You did well, Simpleton." While he only speaks four words aloud, his faint smile speaks the thousands he didn't quite know how to express.

CLAVIS 🐆

"Dearie me," Clavis says, holding his newborn, full of wide-eyed excitement. "They look so much like you, I can see the bunny ears already."

Being someone who values life so dearly, bringing a new one into this world, with the love of his life no less, is enough to send Clavis' heart soaring into the stratosphere. He just can't help but want to drown them in affection, but they're so small and fragile, and Clavis knows better than to risk scaring them now. He's so, so gentle with his child, unconditional love flowing off him in waves as they bond quietly (please don't get used to this, it will not last), and looks upon their splotchy tufts of lilac hair. The Lelouch genes live on through yet another generation, he smiles to himself. Clavis slowly comes over to stand by his love, placing a gentle kiss on their head.

"You're so lucky to have such a wonderful husband like me. But I'm even luckier to have you both in my life."

LEON 🦁

The happiest day in Leon's life. Second only to your wedding. Scratch that, the wedding is second.. he thinks. He's a bit frazzled from work, labor stress, and all the chaos, cut the guy some slack. No one is immune to this sweet lion's charisma, not even a newborn. They can't help but stare at his flowy hair and bright eyes, like a cartoon character come to life right before their eyes. Leon gently caresses their neck, very lightly pressing a kiss into their soft kiss to their temple. What kind of person will they grow up to be? Will they eat as much as he does? Will they fall asleep when they read too? There's a lot that runs through his mind, but ultimately, he is hopes for them to be healthy, and live happily. This child is going to be absolutely spoiled (within reason), and always have someone in their corner, rooting for them and ready to help learn from their wrongs. For now, he can worry about righting their posture instead. He tries to hold them like he read (how his partner read) in the parenting books, supporting their necks and all. It was really hard to stay awake during those, but the excitement of fatherhood helped him push through, and he's going to put it all into practice now.

"When do we start working on the second one?" (If not for the literal newborn currently in his hands, he'd be busy dodging several pillows.)

YVES 🐈

There's a lot of suppressed guilt for his mother's death in mind, and so many worries for his darling's health before, during, and after. He's a bit scared to hold his newborn, for fear of his clumsiness and "bad luck". With some assurance, he finally takes hold of them, and he could not physically be more careful with his firstborn. Clear eyes like the sky blink sleepily up at him, and Yves is fighting back tears solely for fear of them landing on the baby and somehow hurting them. The smile on his face could split his cheeks if it got any wider. The baby falls asleep in its father's arms, and he even tries breathing softer so he won't wake them. He's just trying his best, please reassure this sweet cat, he means well. (And he absolutely lost the battle against those blasted tears anyway.)

"Thank you for loving me, and for bringing our child into the world with us. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

LICHT 🐺

(Twins having twins cliché may seem redundant, I made 'em different for each brother, pinky promise.)

Licht was blessed with not one but two bundles of joy. Beautiful twin boys, who had what looked to be his vibrant silver hair and his beloved's eyes. He couldn't help the memories that surged, of happier times, and the worst of times. He knew all too well just how ruthless the court could be, but he had a chance to make things different this time. Licht seriously considered building that house he'd once mentioned, and moving you all somewhere much more peaceful. One twin in his arms, one with their other parent, he feels all thought subside when the one he's holding tries to grab at his sleeve. Licht's now-famous smile blooms across his lips much the way the sun's rays appear over daybreak; subtle, then all at once. He takes a gloveless hand, letting their tiny hand hold onto his finger as best they can, eyes gleaming from the sight before him. Licht looks over in wonder at his spouse, only to find them already watching with a tired, quiet smile.

"Things won't be easy but.. I know we can handle anything. I adore you. And I adore them."

NOKTO 🦊

(Twins for both may seem redundant, but I changed things up drastically ok, we got this.)

Nokto wasn't entirely surprised to have twins, but he had also hoped luck would be in their corner in avoiding similar fates. Two little girls, jewel-like eyes like his, and his beloved's hair color (or so it appears, though it's hard to tell for sure with so little peach fuzz). Nokto sits at the edge of the bed, holding one newborn in his arm, and reaching his other hand out for the one in his love's arms. Aside from the memories of his own upbringing, he's now having Typical Girl Dad thoughts about how to keep them safe and teach them how to stay away from cooties (boys), among other things. With a soft sigh, he gently burps his newborn after she's done feeding, rocking her slowly as she tries to chew on her father's lucious locks. Laughter bubbles past his lips at her cute antics, and Nokto feels the stress fade away, even if just a little. His heart is still getting used to receiving love and believing in it, but it's grown enough by now to love his 3 new favorite people in the world.

"If they like my hair this much now, just wait till they start to grow their own."

LUKE 🐻

Luke could not be more the picture of a teddy bear than with his newborn all swaddled up and snuggled in with their giant of a dad. He can't help but wonder if his sister is watching over them, laying next to his spouse on the bed, their newborn but a tiny dot among the two full-grown humans taking up most of the space. He promises to be there for his child the way he never really had anyone, and hopes to live more in the present now, the stakes feeling higher than ever before. A whole new life, created on purpose, gently resting in one arm and atop his broad chest, nestled comfortably and trying to suck on their thumb. Luke holds his spouse's hand with his free one, squeezing it gently, looking into their eyes with the intensity of his own emeralds.

"Look at 'em.. they're so small. Just like you," he jokes before letting out a big yawn, "But sleepy, just like me."

All rights for the characters and original intellectual property belong to Cybird. My writing belongs to myself, Maladaptivedaydreamsx, and shall not be reproduced elsewhere without permission. Ok to translate as a reblog to this post. Ok to reblog, no permission required (for those who like to be safe and ask first, all's good little homies) 💜

If you enjoyed these, I might try to make a pt2 with the other characters soon? Likes and reblogs appreciated, thank you kindly for reading! If you have any hc's of your own, please feel free to respond with them, I'd love to hear what you all think! 😊❤️ (If you'd like to be put on a tag list for any future works, please reply, though it will be a general list for writings as I'm getting back into things slowly atm,, 🙏🏻)

Also, to the lovely person who sent this in likely about 2 years ago (after I'd stopped writing on here bc life happens) ... if you're still somewhere in the fandom and end up seeing this post, thank you for your patience, and for sending something in. I'm finally trying to combat the writer's block again! 🙌🏻

[strawberry-cowmilk]

Reaction to mc saying she's pregnant? Like they had NO idea. It's their child, maybe she hide it with magic or something and they generally couldn't tell, if that is okay! It's okay if not,

I just think it's a cute conecpt, like just pretend barbs doesn't look into the future,

Again it's okay is not! No pressure,

Wolf !

Hi, wolf! Of course it's okay! I hope you like it

they find out mc is pregnant after hiding it

-> brothers and side characters x mc (no luke)

mc's gender is not mentioned, but is pregnant, not proof read (somebody lmk if the tag is wrong)

content warnings: pregnancy, mild angst

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Lucifer

he's a little offended (??) hurt (??) that you hid it from him, were you afraid of his reaction or was he scary?

regardless, lucifer loves both you and the child to death from the moment he finds out they exist

he's going to take great care of you (though he might come off as a little overprotective)

if you are standing up for a minute too long he will let you sit down

Mammon

oh no, you were play fighting just yesterday, did he accidentally hurt you or the baby?

when those worries ebb away, mammon is so happy he's telling everyone at rad about it

yes he's sad you hid it for a long time but the happiness is way stronger than the hurt

'mc I'm gonna go to the mall to get baby's first gold bar' 'mammon the baby isn't even born yet-'

Leviathan

of course you hid it for a long time, imagine you're the child and you find out your dad is a gross otaku

you're gonna have to calm him down

it takes levi a while to warm up to the idea, but when he does he's really excited for his baby

he's going to want to read tsl to your stomach as a bedtime story (if the baby is a boy he wants to name him henry too)

Satan

satan is kind of in denial, if you were pregnant he would have known right? why didn't you say something?

he's never thought about being a father, he needs a moment to let it sink and do research on babies

but he warms up to the idea eventually, and he'll be the softest you've ever seen

satan got little children's books and those cute music boxes for when the baby comes

Asmodeus

out of everyone, asmo would me the most upset you tried to hide it

but he loves you and the baby so he forgives you soon

asmo might not know how to be a father at first, but he's willing to learn and raise the baby with you

plus he's going to want one of those maternity photoshoots, but if you don't it's okay

Beelzebub

yes he's not happy you kept it from him but baby :))

beel would do anything to make you and them happy

he's really worried you're going to get hurt though, if you're cooking together beel does not let you pick up a spatula or get close to the stove

also beel loves to hug your stomach, it's basically what he does every night now

Belphegor

he's not happy about it at first because he honestly did not want a child

but seeing you pregnant, realising you'd make a great parent, it changed his mind

belphie gets the best pillows and blankets so you can be comfortable while sleeping

if the baby is keeping you awake belphie will try to calm them down

Diavolo

he understands why you hid it from him, imagine getting pregnant with the demon prince's child- oh no are you scared?

it doesn't matter whether you are actually scared or not, diavolo will take his time to show you all is well, he's really happy to welcome his child

he took a picture of you and your cute baby bump, made it his ddd wallpaper and stares at it when he doesn't want to work

Barbatos

it took him by surprise, but barbatos can adapt quickly

he's really happy to be having a baby with you, he's ready to give you anything you need to make the pregnancy easier

do you want tea, a massage or something else? barbatos has got you

he can't wait to meet his baby, he doesn't want to use his powers and spoil it for himself

Simeon

...so that's why you could eat solomon's soup last week without getting sick

he forgives you for hiding it, surely you had a good reason

simeon loves the baby so much he sings lullabies he used to sing to luke for them already, this man's face physically softens every time he sees the baby bump

but really, maybe you should stay away from food that randomly appears in the fridge that simeon didn't make

Solomon

he's a little upset but that's okay, in all his years he's never felt this happy

he can't wait to hold his little baby for the first time

being a human too, solomon knows plenty of stuff about human pregnancy so that's great

'simeon why are you stopping me I'm just going to offer mc a sandwich I made'

[ironunderstands]

How do you feel about the Penacony final boss?

I love it both gameplay and story wise.

I’m gonna yap about the gameplay because I actually adore HSR’s combat system so yeah. Personally, I think the weakness break = gained shield mechanic is great, as you are a) forced to use Harmony MC who is an amazing breaker and also buffs characters who like breaking which causes b) you bring characters who also like breaking things, which is a really good way to Segway into the new break effect meta we will be seeing, and allows players to get a feel for it before Boothill and Firefly really release.

Also like, the music, the design, the Bible references, Robin? Robin. Witness the will of the weak? Chucking the fucking astral express at Sunday? How Sunday literally and metaphorically attacks us with music? The boss switching faces to look more like Ena’s puppet form at the end? I love it.

Story wise, it’s an amazing way to end Penacony. Harmony vs the Order, Robin vs Sunday, Everyone vs the Family. The shot where Robin catches Sunday is like engraved into my brain. The fact that he’s the bird who can’t fly and she’s the own who can, so he plummets and she flies to save him. How only when we defeat Sunday, can he be truly free.

“People dream because one day they will wake up “ UGHHHH RAAAAAAAAAA. I can’t express why this line is just so fucking good, but I will try. In your dreams, you experience a warped version of reality. Perhaps it’s what you want to see, perhaps it’s what you don’t want to see, perhaps it’s something else entirely. In this, dreams mirror life. They prepare us to live, they give us experiences we might never have in reality, they show us possibilities we may or may not encounter. However, dreams are fleeting and you will eventually wake up. That’s why people want to dream, because they want to experience reality, every part of it, the good and the bad, even the unimaginable, just without the consequences.

So when you inevitably wake up, and the dreams are no more, the only thing that remains are the memories of those dreams. Those dear memories, which you learn from again and again and again. So you dream, again, and again, and again, because only in reality can you appreciate and learn from the dream, and only in the dream can you truly understand reality. I can’t really phrase why I adore this line, so hopefully you can at least get an idea from this.

I honestly struggle to explain why I love 2.2 (and Penacony as a whole) in general, if I were to try, I’d probably say I just really love power of friendship plots. Call it corny or stupid, you are wrong! Incorrect! People coming together to support one another and achieve a common goal is the best thing ever! I adore how so many different factions with their own goals and philosophies and motives and methods from across the universe of hsr come together to fight for their freedom. To work well, in Harmony. To prove that no matter who or what you are, your life does not and should not be defined by Order.

So yeah, it’s great, hopefully I can phrase why it’s great in the future but for now I hope this satisfies

[the-demonus-aunt]

TW: SA

If you write for the datables can I request the dateables version of telling them that you were r@ped in the past? No pressure ofc

Hi, so sorry it took me so long!

I really hope you're doing okay! I gave it my best shot. As I said in the brothers' version: Please tell me if I wrote something upsetting!

I don't write for Luke or the new characters (I'm only on S3), but I hope the rest of them bring you comfort ♡

Solomon

Silence. Long uncomfortable silence. Did he even hear you?

He's a bit confused. In his eternal life, of course, he has met people like you before. People who had to deal with things they simply don't deserve. So why is he reacting so...intensely?

Rage. Sadness. Helplessness. Frustration. The swirl of emotions that's taking him over is so foreign to him.

When he finally looks up, lifts his eyes to your confused face, he knows he's going to do something completely irresponsible.

But now's not the time. Now he should be there for you.

He gets up to prepare a potion. What kind he doesn't know - one to help forget? One to cleanse your soul? One to make you feel cosy and protected?

He starts a batch of each, fidgeting around without being able to think clearly

You literally have to tell him to stop, so that he notices that he forgot to actually react and comfort you

The firmest hug you have ever received ensues.

"I want to help. What can I do, MC? What can I do to make it better?"

Simeon

The angel has always struggled with the dichotomy of his nature and the violent thoughts that sometimes find their way into his head

By now, he's able to switch them off at will. They'll haunt him at a later point in time, but for now, your needs are all he sees

He'll take your face into his hands and wipe away the tears with a simple swipe of his thumb

He'll stare into your eyes until you can physically feel the love he holds for you

There's only you and him and comfort

It'll take years before he can stop randomly baking for you, randomly hugging you, obsessively telling you how lovable you are, just to show you how much you mean

"You're everything to me, so you deserve the world. Forget those who treated you badly. I will erase them from your mind."

Diavolo

The Prince might be a big himbo but he isn't stupid.

As the ruler of demons, he knows exactly what people are capable of. And yet, everytime he hears about the cruelty in the world, he just can't comprehend: how? Why?

It pains him so much that you, too, had to experience something like this.

For a second, he considers asking Barbatos to undo it. Make your past go away. Of course, he immediately realises that that's not what his butler can do at all. He does not erase the past. He can only switch timeliness.

So...what then? How does he make it go away?

He never stops wondering. But he does settle for protecting you as well as he possibly can. For being there for you when you need him. For doing better than the person that made you feel this way.

"I can't undo what happened. But I will make sure you will never know pain like that again. Please rely on me."

Barbatos

You can see how hard he has to swallow. How his fist cramps.

You can see the exact moment he decides that he will start checking on every second of your future. Of your safety.

Of course, you don't know that that's what you're seeing. You only know that a creepy kind of determination spreads across his face.

You have earned yourself a bodyguard. He is definitely overdoing it.

It's hard to convince him he's doing more damage than he's helping. But eventually, he understands.

That will not stop him from asking Solomon for protection amulets. From preparing you cursed desserts that make you feel warm and safe and tingly on the inside.

Also, did he start touching you more? Not inappropriately. Just his fingers grazing yours. His arm around you when you're standing next to each other.

"I'm here. Whatever you need, I'm here."

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

Do you think in a future update you could have Wil introduce themself with the reader choosing whether they say they're a woman/man/nb and their pronouns? Every time an MC chooses someone's gender just by looking at them is so frustrating, especially if they're supposed to be genderqueer themself. Like, that's not how this works?? Assuming things about people by their looks is what we're trying to discourage, not endorse, right?? If an nb even chooses to dress in a clockable/genderfuck way, there's still so many labels they may be functioning under besides nb. And many fit in w/ the cisgender crowd, for any variety of reasons. Regardless, I do love your game, I love Dime and you are fantastic at writing choices. None of them feel like the 'wrong' choice, even if the consequences suck. They're still logical and in character for Dime and the NPCs, the plot, and the world you've created. Not to mention your characters are all distinct and lovable, I don't think I can even choose a favorite, though the angst potential of Beth (and she herself<3) put her at the top of an ever shifting list. Thanks for working so hard on DYVJ and sharing it with us. <3

Hi!

So one thing about DYVJ is that it's very much first draft in a lot of places. I've never worked extensively with choicescript before so many things are new to me, including stuff like introducing a gender-variable character.

My intention definitely wasn't to suggest that Dime is 'reading' Wil's gender/presentation in a specific way. Actually, I think I'd second-guessed myself because I saw something about people not liking it when you're picking another character's dialogue. However, in retrospect that might be something I change.

It was definitely at least in part because Wil's introduction has them direct dialogue at someone else while emoting at you before they introduce themself, and that felt really weird to manage.

Still, to tell the truth I also don't like it when characters just kind of detect that someone's got a GNC identity, and for Wil specifically they're supposed to be a bit genderfuck even if they're cis, so you know.

but yeah, tl;dr! First draft flaws! I'll probably tweak that!

[lej222]

Hello.. I am actually afraid with the recent jisu miae centered episodes also the case with the flyers.. Like you said the fate thing is trying to set her up with jisu. do you think soonkki will actually do something like breaking up the main characters? Normally the webtoons don't have sad endings. On the other hand in soonkki's previous work it feels like she likes to play with various emotions and shows like the mcs gonna break up but they DO NOT. Also making the fl ends up with second ml is totally a huge thing to do. There's certainly more cheolmiae shippers than jisumiae. And isn’t it like cheol has more potential than jisu in every way? He has her pink book there's a photo of theirs which is now in miae's room which miae is still not aware of. But there's also this point how not a single photo in the whole story is with miae. Soo,,, what's your opinion in all of these?

Hi! This is indeed the most difficult question to answer!😃 I'll share my own opinion, and it's totally subjective so please be kind to me🥲

So, lately I've been thinking this series might not be targeted at teens. As I was writing my meta on supernatural clues in the story, I found so many little details that would be easy to miss. Like the synchronicity theory I wrote about, the things the parents keep saying in the story, or you could just look at Jisu's character and how so many people misunderstand his actions. As an adult, when I saw the scene of him getting hit by a teacher, I felt a sense of dread. I started thinking about why he provokes the teacher, why he seems so disengaged, etc. These things are easier to notice if you're an adult. Which takes me to my next point.

The ending of the webtoon heavily depends on the message the author wants to convey. If she wanted to tell a simple love story there was no need for supernatural clues in the story. Jisu's involvement and the way he was introduced also required a great deal of effort and pre-planning. Ominous signs have been present since the start. Even in the latest chapters, Miae thinking about how they will have time to talk in high school or Cheol imagining their life together - they all feel like promises that might not be fulfilled. Every time I've read about a character imagining their future in a story, it never really came true, like I've been keeping up with Firefly Wedding which is a beautiful manga, and the moment I saw them daydreaming about their future I knew it would never come true.

Reading ASLFUA, I cannot help but agree with a Korean commenter that Miae lives in a dream world. It's not a bad thing, don't get me wrong. She is still a child so it's expected, but she hasn't had her own arc where she matures. Cheol's story in the first half was all about him opening up to new people and experiences. If you compare Miae to how she was at the start vs how she is now, she hasn't really changed much. But we know that she must, even the narrator pointed it out. Living in a fantasy world is not a bad thing, but one day she has to step out of it. Life is not always kind and there are things that might not be under her control. Her parents are a good example. Her mother had to give up on her passion because of the financial crisis. Her father works tirelessly to make ends meet. Soonkki presents this story through a child's eyes, but she doesn't ignore the harsh truths of growing up. Miae's mom is watching the news about how adults should help their children to have a healthy view on sexuality. Miae has no idea what being in a romantic relationship means. These are all messages to the adult readers of the story.

This doesn't mean there's no possibility of Cheol and Miae ending up together. If Soonkki's message is that their love is so strong it can overcome fate itself, that's one possible route. For this ending, I think all the supernatural elements would be a little bit pointless, but it's a likely outcome. Or she can go the bittersweet route, where the emphasis would be on the growth story. For me, the supernatural involvement makes more sense in this scenario, but it's just my personal opinion. As for Cheol's popularity, I would say it would be more of a problem for international readers. Most Korean readers also love Jisu, people on the KR side are more open to multishipping in general. Take Operation True Love for example, most top comments are about how no one would be mad if the ML switched to Dohwa after the timeskip. Whatever happens though, Cheol is the ML of the story, because it's partly his own growth story.

Yes, the book in her dresser is still a plot point that needs to be addressed. Other than that, we only have one countyside memory we haven't seen, but we've already had lots of coming-to-full circle moments, like Miae touching Cheol's scar, them acknowledging their feelings, Cheol's POV, etc. We know almost nothing about Jisu and Miae only remembers two things about him. Why did he single her out? He did not ask to be helped and when he transferred they were wearing winter clothes. Miae became his friend after summer break. That's a big gap we don't know anything about. Why did Jisu not give her the accoustic guitar? Why did he look surprised when she said she wanted to study together? What is his wish? There are still a lot of questions that need answers.

I'm not saying I'm sure Miae and Cheol won't end up together, but I believe it's a possibility. At the end of the day, I'm obviously not the writer and what I wrote here might be all wrong, but I wanted to look at all sides of the argument and you are obviously not wrong to believe in a happy ending🙂

[missnight0wl]

Don't you ever get annoyed how the game literally deleted Bill Weasley in y6 and y7? I thought that since Bill is an actual professional Curse-Breaker he'd be more involved with the MC and the cursed vaults especially since Griphook knew the MC and her adventures with the vaults and I expected him to ask Bill to investigate these vaults especially since he was in every vault in from years 1 to 5 with the MC. but nah the game decides to forget about Bill and shove Merula into our face along with Ben (no hate I love Ben, I have no objections about him). It broke my heart going to the final cursed vault in y6 without Bill. He's been here for us ever since the beginning, we went to every single vault with him, we should've finished what we started together with Bill 😭. I didn't mind Ben and Jacob being present at the final vault since I love them both (don't murder me for loving Jacob since we know he's a fugly slut for you 🤣)

So how do you feel about Bill being less involved after his graduation, do you think it makes sense?

People “apologising” for liking Fugly Slut never fails to make me cackle 😂 It’s fine, guys! Like I don’t exactly approve of it… but you do you! 👍🙂

As for your question though – I think it makes absolutely no sense. I actually even ranted about it in my longer commentary about the Sunken Vault in this post. It covers more problems than just Bill, but yeah, Bill’s absence is just a misunderstanding.

That being said, I have to point out that Bill wasn’t necessarily with us in all of the Cursed Vaults. HOWEVER, he was the only character who had a chance to be in all of the Cursed Vaults. Bill was a set companion for the Vault of Ice and the Portrait Vault, and one of the options for the Vault of Fear and the Forest Vault. And personally, I always felt that it might be meaningful in the future. You know, even aside from the fact that he actually ends up being a professional Curse-Breaker.

Also, the thing that makes it even worse is that it’s not even that he was totally forgotten after he graduated. The writers went through the effort of bringing him back for our private DADA classes in the evenings. And sure, it could be simply explained by: “Oh, JC didn’t want to get rid of DADA classes and so they needed a teacher”. But no! It can’t be the only explanation! Because Bill was actually pretty damn involved in the main story after Rowan’s death! Like, remember this?

For a short time, Bill became the brain for this group of idiots – the brain that we really needed. And sure, our return to the crimes scene led to absolutely nothing, but still. Bill showed that he could be our PROPER leader. But nope! After that point, JC totally forgot about any plans they might’ve had for the eldest Weasley brother.

Honesty, that’s a big reason why I still claim that after Rowan’s death, JC started changing the original plans for the story in general, mixing Y6 and Y7. I still believe we weren’t supposed to reach the final Vault in Y6 yet. So, because the writers stopped following the set course, they also started forgetting things and messing everything up. And we got a dumpster fire as a result. I mean, look at this scene from before Rowan’s death:

Yes, Bill still wasn’t involved in the end (even though it'd make sense), but at least it was addressed. Before the Sunken Vault, we didn’t even acknowledge Bill’s existence – which is simply ridiculous.

Another thing that makes me believe that Bill was supposed to play a much bigger role overall is actually his relationship with Rakepick, which got quite a lot of attention in Y4 and Y5 and then never had any conclusion. For example, Y4:

And then Y5:

And sure, it might be just a fanservice referencing Bill’s future, but if you ask me, it got way too much screen time to be just that. The problem is that it makes absolutely no sense for Rakepick to be so invested in Bill if she was always evil. Like, she only wasted her time, really. It’s not even like it could’ve helped her manipulate MC or whatever because Bill was never like: “I trust Rakepick, so you should too”. In fact, he’s pretty chill about your different opinion if you choose that option in Y5Ch21:

So… What was the point of building that background relationship between Bill and Rakepick??

And you know what makes it even worse? When we go to see Bill in the DADA classroom after the Portrait Vault, he admittedly is very upset about Rakepick’s betrayal, but then we talk about his job at Gringotts, and he’s like… totally happy??

But like… YOU GOT THIS JOB THANKS TO RAKEPICK! AND WE DON’T EVEN MENTION IT!

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m certain that Bill’s own talent and hard work also played a big role in getting this job. But he literally said earlier: “She’s even getting me a job at Gringotts”. And now we’re pretending it didn’t happen??

So, to sum up, I believe that both Bill and his job at Gringotts were originally supposed to play a much bigger role when it comes to the final Cursed Vault. Interestingly, when Diagon Alley was added to the game, Gringotts was a location to open in Y7. They changed it much later when they decided to make the Adventures in Curse-Breaking TLSQ taking place in Y6. And look at that, it happens that this quest was released after Rowan’s death, too – so when I suspect they started really changing the original plans for the story.

[seepweed]

oh tigs i am a staunch defender of merlin... i watched it when i was like 10 when it was reairing on cbbc so it was right place, right time for me... you just gotta take it for what it is which is that it's a family tv show which, when you're not a child, is very camp that's played mostly straight and you gotta ignore the really bad cgi and focus on the dynamics and politics which i think is the most interesting bits. the uther arc in the late series is so fucking good.... anyway ily hi <33

noooo please danny DX

the show is so bad. like. SO bad. don't get me wrong, though!

i am definitely intrigued by the dynamic of the clumsy page boy (who uses this image as a cover to not get. literally executed.) and his loving bestie who is also clumsy, but in social situations (gwen) and her superior who thinks she's just some girly plagued by vividly scaring nightmares bc the only people that know better lie to her (partly to protect her and partly. idk just because?) and HER arch nemisis, the jock who is going to be the heir of this kingdom that executes part of their socity bc "idk something happened but dont get me wrong, we're the good guys". it IS really interesting

but like. coming back to the politics because i am not over the fact that they established a kingdom where "fantasy discrimination" is a core part of their believe system (magician's r evil). they adhere to this belief, they execute people of said "minority", the king (read: ruler) has a direct say in who gets executed (every magician) and nobody can challenge the ruler's believes (even morgana, one of his closest fellows fails to change his beliefs throughout season 1), this is all because some magician's hurt him in the past or whatever AND THEN this show introduces THE MAIN CHARACTER "merlin" as like this "really cool really powerful sorcerer and he can like. to tons of cool shit" but they follow that with "yeah and he is under the threat of being killed by the oppressive system in place at any given moment, WHICH THEY SOMETIMES PLAY FOR LAUGHS??? and then they let him become extremely affiliated with the system (representative: arthur - who at least seems to be able to change his mind about magic troughout season 1) AND THEN. THEY INTRODUCE SOME FUCKING 8 YEAR OLD IN ONE OF THE EPISODES THAT *LOOKS* LIKE THE MAIN CHARACTER THAT *IS UNDER THREAT OF EXECUTION BC OF HIS MAGIC LIKE THE MC* AND THEN THEY HAVE *THE MC ARGUE PRO KILLING THE KID BC OTHERWISE HIS ARTHUR (REP. OF OPRESSIVE SYSTEM) MAY GET HURT IN THE FUTURE.*

what the actual fuck?

also yeah did they not have any money for the cgi? anyways hi danny!!!!! ily too i'm so happy to hear from you again! i may have thoughts on this show later on. might elaborate :O hope that's ok...

[kakujis]

that's a nice format, it'll be easier for me to reply too since i won't get things mix up lol.

touchstarved -

if i remember correctly, mhin is summed up as the cursed outsider for their official title so kuras had pulled off an amazing feat to get mhin on his side.

i think that's unlikely regarding the angel theory because it wouldn't explain why no one want to talk about the senobium but anything can happen in a game lol. damn, the demo was a good strategy for them. that's true, even the studio was shocked how the game was completely funded in 4 hours.

well, the studio could have compromised with a different/horror sprite of him but only leander got that special treatment lmao. it could be vice versa, that's the mc leaves mhin instead after they reveal an emotional side like that would still be traumatic, imagine distrusting everyone for your whole life and as soon as they open up to someone, that person is like i don't want your emotional baggage, goodbye.

i agreed, mhin doesn't seem to enjoy violence so they would likely only use it as a last resort. those type of yandere like leander are the most deadliest and when they snap, they are terrifying as hell. but leander would only likely have a breakdown ep if the reader try to break up with him etc because leander know what's he doing lol.

reading your ais's blushing confession just reminded me of a certain line from that falling in love song in (disney) hercules lmao, i think it's something like, girl you got it bad, you're in love. that's true and i highly doubt ais would snap and if he does, i highly doubt he would be as bad as leander.

what did you think of the tr manga? i did and i was like why at the ending. who's your favourite character? mhin must be a favourite character among the studio lol. don't most ppl buy wigs for cosplay? that must have been a dream come true for you! er, i feel like the studio know that ais will be a game changer for them hence why they put a special focus on him.

it sound like sen was on the deathbed but someone turned her into a vampire (?) because her predicament fit the supernatural being. well, we will definitely get more kickstarters update and they will probably release the game opening in 2024.

i don't think leander have that within him lol. but i feel like he may be selective about what information he share with the mc and run circles around her.

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damn, you must have been a hardcore fan lol. i did a kpop matchup blog for a short time. surely, your exo blog must be a side blog (?) tbh, the last time i dived into exo was the 2010s so i can't remember LMAO. why did you like that trio?

i only recognise some of these groups but i remember that the fans dislike sm a lot for ghosting f(x) throughout their whole career. i can't remember seventeen debut, was it adore you? but i've heard that the studio needed to get rid of one member because he was way too young so that one might had gotten forced out. isn't it bts 10th anniversay this year?

i needed to look up onewe and it's the first time i've seen a rock band. to be fair, kpop merch is pretty pricey and it does become a pain to storage. that would be one emotional event then lol. sunmi ring a bell but i forgot everything about her.

i guess that was a major hole in tr where the author never went back to show how past takemichi was behaving/actually like once present takemichi changed the future timelines. it would added more lore to the story and explain how certain timelines came to be.

i agreed with that but since her story was link more towards draken rather than mikey, it seem like she got the same treatment as him because i always found it's weird how draken literally got pushed to aside within almost every future timeline. it's like the author was draken who?

it's like draken got the shit end of everything LMAO and i'm sure baji wouldn't had gotten that treatment if he didn't died. i think the biggest disappointment of the female characters that they were only linked to one arc due to a male character connection so they all got discarded when it was over.

i'm sure yuzuha would gladly return your love and affection! but even then, it's like senji just got a magical powerup, it wasn't realistic compare to the way that yuzuha fought.

really? but i've heard a lot of female readers complains about how the author treat the female characters regarding everything and i know a lot of them dislikes how he dealt with midnight.

did you ever find out the ending for the witch house then? wasn't it gary and mc vs mary in ib? it's been a long time lol, the nintendo switch release added more story. i would recommend watching castlevania on netflix then.

tbh, tv shows are long man like who have the time to sit down for 45 minutes for one episode. i dk how ppl watch kdrama and stuffs like that when each episode is like a movie. do you mean the villain uohana ? soz, i know nothing about leach.

yes, i did and i really like seeing him because the diversity of his design. i'm assuming he must be your profile photo too? honestly, baji's popularity is something considering he died so early on in the manga/show, imagine if he live towards the very end! but did you find it strange when baji stabbed himself to save kazutora's ass. i remember watching it going like baji what are you doing?

will you be whipping up any fic starring izana then? sorry but i don't fangirl like this so i apologise if my reactions/replies are a bit dead LMAO. i think there was a lot of clues/hints in tr but die down once izana's arc was over.

well, i feel like a lot of characters from tr like pah got brushed aside since the fandom didn't find them good looking esp in the bonten's gang, like look at the fanart/fics. what did you think of them? i was so disappointed that they appear for only like one panel?

like what was that LMAO. i still can't believe that the author bothered revamping the whole gang too just for one appearance but some fans think the author got forced by the publisher/editor to change the direction of his story.

it's true that tora redeemed himself but chifuyu definitely played a huge role in that and he is super forgiving considering kazutora did that to baji. kazutora's relationship with baji was yandere like but chifuyu was just baji's biggest fan lmao. do you agree? i think taiju's one should get special focus because he did reformed mostly by himself but the inspiration came from takemichi.

why? does it end on a cliff hanger? i like nagia because he reminds me of a irl friend, they are both wholesome characters and kunigami is a very nice guy. er, if you don't like reading, the game is not for you but the best part are the trials, the sequel is the best one, the ending of dr3 ruin everything.

do you think the final arc will run into 2024? because that would be really nice since it's the 20th anniversary next year. well, the silver lining is that you don't need to worry about spoilers lol. there must be a lot going on in that poster then.

no but i've heard of it via youtube. but don't stardew and animal crossing the same like playing it is meant to be relaxing and calming for the gamer? do you know about tsuki? Who did you choose as your starter pokemon? to be fair, there's a lot of missed references in that film if you haven't played most of the mario games.

i think that i'm starting to get your ideal type based on your favourite characters lol. it's nice that they ring you on your birthday too. what was that event about? mammon is super popular in the fandom but for yan stuffs, it seem to be lucifer or satan. that's the power of facebook for you!

no, i just played the voltage games. damn, those games just give away the genre by just reading their titles lmao. i dk who they are, sorry! when is it coming out? me too, that's one of the reason why i like izana in tr but i feel the pain when fans whitewash him -_-

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it is a bit tricky to navigate life while being sensitive but i used to be like that so i know your efforts will eventually make a breakthrough, just don't give up.

i have conflicted emotions towards MM because i was there from day one with that studio where i played their games beforehand that were 100x times better and i got annoyed that the studio basically just gave up creating other games and just kept adding onto MM because of their success.

have you play their two other games? dandelion wishes brought to you was their debut and the second game is link to the first one. no worries but i hope you have windows otherwise you can't play cinderella ;-;

hang in there! will you get a reading week soon? (uni's terminology is pretty different where i live so soz for any confusion) that's so nice so it's like your writing bring a reader onto cloud nine. you must really like writing fanfics then because i'm always like er towards writing it.

that's understandable, everyone works at their own pace and it's better to put the best quality out there if the author is super concerns about getting notes etc. do you tend just to write oneshots?

you can reply to the comments on ao3 too which is pretty sweet! but the best feeling in the world is getting a user subscription. let me know when your ao3 profile is ready so i can support it. thanks, i will read it when i can.

i've been to one but it mainly just stalls so it's not very time-consuming but i think most ppl just goes for the cosplaying event. you should do it! the merchandise tends to be outsourced from japan so you can't get it anywhere on the internet or anime stores.

tbh, driving does seem daunting but it is a lot quicker than public transport and congrats! i think the the nerves will fade away the more that you drive. i tried learning twice but second time was when the virus came out so that went down the drain.

it actually is but if the photo/image is blurry, the app ask you to renew it but i just went ok with some of mine and they still look fine but again it was anime/manga.

yikes, that sound like a nightmare and i hope it doesn't take too long for your tastebuds to come back. sometimes, it'll be like that but considering it's all of them, the dentist really should have given you a warning beforehand.

touchstarved:

heyoo, did u see the new stretch goals?! i want the plushie and love letters goal so bad agghh. personally, i can def see mhin leaving leaving mc but not vice versa? but ig we'd have to get there first! i think the thing about the senobium is that they're kind of like the top authority there, probably house a ton of different types of entities. idt it completely disregards my theory, just that it may not be the whole reasoning!

i was looking at the character sheets again and was thinking about the shadows behind them and how it seems to be an indication into their "dark" side or personalities, buut i do wonder if some of them are their "true" forms like kuras and vere. it is funny to see leander with nothing really changed LOL. also yeah! i like the idea of leander snapping though, i know he hates being ignored... i wanna be able to ignore him in game hehe.

ahh i love that soong! THATS ME LOL i'm soo down bad for him!! i loves him <333. he's soo handsome and mysterious and the penchant for violence really gets my gears goin! i agree! i think ais snapping is less desperate and more calculated, like okay, you wanna play around with me, i'll show you what happens then. type of thing!

yes they do! i think it'd be fun to style a wig or just to see what it looks like! i think so too! i also think he's the best poster boy for the game itself. i think leander would be a great candidate for the main focus as well tho! that's interesting! i really think he does have it in him, but it may be my bias for violence showing lool. i def do think he is a bit gaslighty and manipulative as well!

i wanna know what they mean by warden! warden for what? the senobium? elyon? someone else powerful? i can't wait for sen's story!! and yeah i think they have to throw us some crumbs to keep us excited!

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LMAO nahh it's not a sideblog, i just convert this one into something new when i get hyperfixated on something. i have a couple of sideblogs, but i haven't touched them in a while cus i genuinely forget about them. and really? that's so interesting! i've never heard of a kpop matchup blog! what type of matchups did you do? i'm actually in the process of deleting a ton of my old posts, especially ones with more personal info that i used to do on here lool. i'm not entirely sure why i chose that trio LOL, i think i really liked lay's personality and chanyeol + sehun's looks. but yesyes i was a major hardcore fan of them!

yes! i was one of those f(x) fans. sulli was and honestly, still is, my ultimate bias even though she's passed now. so i hated the treatment of her the most and sung her praises whenever i could! i'm hoping one day they'll reprint her "love myself" photobook, cus i've only seen it being resold one single time and it went for 800 dollars. and yes adore you was the debut! omg yes it is! i can't believe it's been 10 years daaang. they've come so far. <3

sunmi was in wonder girls if you know them! they've all gone their separate ways but sunmi still has a really active solo career, you should give her stuff a listen! and yeah! onewe, day6, and the rose are all really similar bands that i like!

my favorite tr character is baji/kakucho!! i can't choose between the two of them LOL. i wanna change my url sometime to something that's a mix of the two but for now this'll do! i liked the ending but i'm a sap for happy endings and the fact that baji lives i cried LMAOO, BUT i will say there's a lot of holes in it that i hope get cleared up when we get the exhibit in november. wbu? who do you like (:

from what i remember, it's because draken always ended up in a situation where he couldn't be as involved (jail) or he wasn't a delinquent anymore (bonten timeline). i think wakui did that to push the takemichi + mikey relationship to further the whole "takemichi would never give up on mikey" thing. i've been reading the spin-off and the power level of baji is so funny to me, like yall really had to get him to kill himself cus no one else could jknsdkanfsknfsdk. OKAY THEN LOL. i know the reasonings behind it, it's just funny! honestly, i wasn't surprised to see baji's popularity! he's such a well written character imo and he's so dreamy!! i guess in his mind it was the only way to get kazutora and mikey to snap out of it?? LOL.

nah no worries!! i just fangirl really hard heheh, yes i do have some izana stuff in my wips! i'm excited to finish them and post it! i agree like pah and peh were kinda shoved to the side, i feel like we barely know anything about nahoya and souya :p. i loveee bonten, i wish we could get a spin off based off of them! tbf, mochi doesn't get like any love i've noticed and i think its because we barely know anything about him also ksjffjdn. i feel like wakui threw a ton of characters at us and didnt give us adequate screentime with them. i think he was rushed as well, i read an interview on twitter and he said he barely had any time with his family, maybe one day out of the week. so i definitely think he was rushed!

oh absolutely! chifuyu is an angel and a saint <3. hmm, i think kazutora's relationship was more like 'we're partners in crime, you can't escape me' maybe not so much yandere. but absolutely, chifuyu is baji's #1 fan LOL. personally tho, i like the friendship between takemichi and chifuyu more!

as for the girls, yeah.. i think only emma and hina really showed up again in unfortunately. oh i agree that yuzuha can't really fight on senju's level, but i think it's just missed opportunity by wakui to not make her stronger. also senju trained under wakasa and benkei if i remember correctly, that's why she's strong like that!

oh i'm so mad about midnight LMFAO, so i totes get that. i think that the women in bnha could be fleshed out way better. i think uraraka especially could do with more screentime.

yes it was gary and mc vs mary in ib! i loved mary though, i felt so bad for her ): and nahh i've got no clue on the ending for the witch house LOL. yes stardew and animal crossing are both super chill games! tbh i forget about animal crossing a lot especially cus i hate time coded games. i'm not sure what tsuki is! for my starter i chose fuecoco, such a silly lil pokemon!

ahh no unohana is a bleach captain! it's alright, bleach is a longg story and kinda convoluted at times. also same LOL, i can barely get myself to watch anime eps lool. i used to watch kdramas but i'd pause frequently to do other things cus i'd get antsy. my favorite dramas were reply 1994 and scarlet heart ryeo: moon lovers, ahhh

ah for blue lock, something happens that i just really really dislike, but i think it's integral to the story! i'm gonna try and pick up the manga sometime soon. ahh nagi seems to be a fan favorite! he's my brother's favorite too ^^. which final arc are you talking about? bleach? if so, i think the second half is coming in july. i'm not sure how long this arc will take since it's super duper long + kubo gave us a snippet of a possible new arc!

LOL really? i've never been able to find a good correlation between my faves honestly :p. yeye, but i tihnk all the boys are great yan candidates! personally, i think i can see it the most with levi out of all of them. i think nightbringer is coming out soon, maybe even this month?

omg i had no clue about MM! i played it a ton when it first came out, i liked yoosung a ton! but that's so sad :/, i think thats the same thing that happened w solmare and obey me! they stopped working on other games because the obey me! success was huge. i have not played the other games!

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thank you! it's deffo a growing process :). it takes me a lot of reflection and positive/realistic talk with myself to get over things, but it's much better than me seeking out validation from others! i do have a spring break soon actually! one more week and i have a whole week off!

yeah! i actually thrive off nice comments like that on my fics, but i've been trying to let it not get me down if i don't get many reblogs or likes hehe. i like writing fanfic! if not i just sit with my daydreams all day which is very very unproductive! do you not like writing it? O:

yes i usually write oneshots! i think this yan kakucho thing is only a mini series cus i love the idea of bonten!yan!kakucho LOL. or short little blurbs that get mushed together with other characters! also omg of course i'll let you know!! tysm TuT <3!

also ahhh i see i see. damn i wanna go now!! i actually wanna see if anyone's gonna be outsourcing the new tokrev perfumes, i reaally want the ran one LMAO. im gonna try to see if i can, i usually love going to flea markets and buying from local vendors! and aaah, i see are you gonna try to drive again? thank you btw! i still can't believe i can even drive LOL, i used to break out in hives from the stress :p.

but yes so, i'll be at the dentist next month to ask what my options are! eughhdsfnksdf, i'm feelin' like it would be prime time to get braces too so we'll see~

[lleldey]

the broken vow is so overwhelming and mindblowing, i cried while reading it idek why 😭😭😭 you’ve a great job creating this masterpiece! 🔥 but i have few questions lingering in my mind, 1. what is the backstory behind their divorce? (might missed it bc tears got my eyes blurry lol) 2. what happened to tae afterwards? 🥺 3. will y/n love jk as much as before after what he had done? (not gonna ask about jk since he’s the yandere here so the answer is obvious lmao)

Hi! Yeah, you weren’t the only one who was crying over the story - the first scene I wrote was of him crying in the apartment. Somehow his backstory really affected me, and one thing led to another - I was crying for his character.

But! I should disclose that my sympathy was so prominent simply because I can’t imagine the pain of your closest person leaving you (we do not support his yandere actions). Even more so, if you wake up from coma, and are expected to simply deal with it - I don’t think I would be able to cope with that. So, my heart really cried out for him.

And for your questions!

1. I never disclosed it word-for-word, rather mentioned it every once in a while, so no worries! The idea is, that JK got into a motorcycle accident after which his body went into a coma-like state. He was like that for almost 8 years, and in that time MC met Tae. She decided to move on with her life after doctors said there’s basically no hope left for him to ever wake up. And after waiting 5 years for him, she went ahead with the divorce.

I actually went into a deep-dive of how divorces happen if one of the parties is in coma, and turns out you have to present hard evidence that the person is to never wake up. That ties into the last plot - fraud documents. JK pressurised the doctors to testify that they never gave out these documents to MC, and so the story arch with court/annulled divorce begins. (The last part is completely made up, so I hope that none of my readers study/work within law departments 🙈)

2. The annulled divorce leads to MC’s and Tae’s marriage to be invalid. But at the end of the story we see, that MC succumbs to JK’s scheme, and decides to stay with him. Therefore, Tae is let free of JK’s wrath (although, there will always be distaste between both of them).

Except for JK’s yandere tendencies, he has very gentle characteristics; MC for sure made JK pull some strings so that his farm is back in business.

But aside from business factors, he’s heart broken. They had been married for 2 years at that point, so he had clear vision of his future (that being side by side with MC). And now that it’s torn apart, he has to learn how to be alone again.

3. It’s hard to measure how much you love someone. JK will always hold a dear place in her heart - at the end of the day, they are each others first love. Love has always tied them together, and it will continue to do so.

I’m rather thinking of how their every day life looks like - MC is definitely more conscious around him; JK displayed his power over her, and that left her extremely restless. A bigger factor tho would be the one I only lightly touched upon - we know that coma influenced JK’s mental and physical health, but we looked over how it influenced MC’s. She was by his bedside for 5 years almost every day. And now the poor woman is unable to do so much as to even watch him sleep. Wouldn’t be surprised if JK woke up with an empty bed space, only to find her sleeping in the living room 🤷🏼‍♀️

Also, I saw you recommending LIAG, thank you so much, remote embraces wherever you are!

Thank you for the ask, hope this helped! ☺️

[icharchivist]

dam, i had no idea there was so much plural stuff in your game. we keep winning lmao. i gotta pay better attention to your liveblogs! anywhi i hope you're enjoying your event stuff :] are ya winnin, son?

o7 always glad to share more of those!!!

tbh gbf has really a bit of everything so you can always find a bit of happiness here and there ;D

Aside from Ayer i really didn't look into the story of, i have read most of the stories the characters i mentioned were part of and intend on reading them still so they might come back in my liveblogs eventually! ;D so that'd be nice!

And thank you for the good wishes! as to how this current event is going it's

it's fine. it's fine.

The pitch of the event is that a being, Orologia, who can see any possible futures, is running simulations to try to figure out how to change our life and tragic backstory and the tragic backstory of many of our friends in order to make our journey easier for us. (because the all mighty god of this world, Bahamut, has apparently chosen us to become "The Singularity", and no one really knows what that means except that our destiny will either save or destroy the world).

It starts out with Orologia running thousands of simulations in which they (bc they're genderfluid, they change gender every few frames and depending on MC's gender) join us in childhood to be a parental figure for us, ending up seeing us as their baby, and ending up realizing that by being a good parent to the protagonist, they're basically dooming them to die.

So now Orologia is running simulations to not be in our life, but to figure out if they can make our life easier, for us and for our friends, and so the last part of the story was just seeing every possible ways our friends could have been heavily screwed over (there were a few situations of having to watch our friends kill each other), with the implication that currently, we're in the better timeline because Orologia put us on this path after seeing all our suffering.

The current event is 3 part long and the 3rd one is going to be released soonish, and Orologia has pushed themselves to their limits to give us the best possible future, and now feels like they're going to die. In our actual world, we never met them, but for them, they ran hundred of thousands simulations just to be sure we have the gentlest future possible, because to them, we're their baby and they'll do anything for us.

So we're currently all crushed because we just had to go from 1) we have the best parent ever, 2) any bit of happiness we could have had had to be withheld from us else we would die and trigger an apocalypse, 3) we watched all of our friends's "bad ends" in which they had to watch the ones they love die and turn into monsters themselves, 4) realize that our current timeline full of tragedy is "the best path" to make sure we're alive, 5) and the person who made all of this possible out of pure parental love for us is dying before we could even meet them.

All while the alt timeline taught us that some of our friends have fucked up secrets that they're just hiding from us because the world is a "nicer place" right now but now we're just "???????" at the reveals.

So. this is fun. We're fine. We're normal. Part 3 is going to kill us. This is fine.

o7 so. is this winning. We won a parent. We're about to lose them. This is fine? sobbing.

[dear-mrs-otome]

Listen I do not usually do this but the fact that Pace Von Trovo has only like 200 notes instead of like 2,000 is actually a criminal offense that shit is so good I go back to read it like every week like it’s a bedtime story your writing is absolutely fantastic!! Your sense of progression and buildup in your stories is one of the best I’ve ever seen and the way you write for characters!! I had never even played ikemen prince before reading the fic but the way you write Silvio is so good just the subtle details like his small look of guilt after getting the necklace off the MC just create this amazing story that makes me wanna download and play the game. All of your stories are the same way every fic has been beautiful!! I genuinely think your writing and crafting of relationships in writing is some of the best I’ve ever seen and I can’t wait to see what else you’re doing (take as much time as you need tho!!)

NONNY, are you trying to make me cry? Because you might have made me cry. Just maybe. Ohmyvobfovckxkxxx

Thank you for sending this. Thank you for taking the time to share this with me, you might not ever know how much it means to me. I know I'm not as prolific of a writer as some, and it's hard to predict what stories will resonate with people, especially in the Tumblr environment of today. 200 notes once upon a time would have seemed slow...I have fics with over 1k from days past. Now I'm happy to have 20.

But as much as it smarts on the one hand, on the other those 20 are enough. I'm thrilled that 20 other people enjoyed what I wrote enough to do something about it. Even just knowing one person loves it makes it all worth it - just as your message has shown. 💕

Thank you for the words of encouragement, and I hope I don't disappoint you with my future endeavors.

[staythewordreads]

I am SCREAMING BITING MY TONGUE OFF PUNCHING THE WALL this was SO. GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Miu, what the hell? This was SO fun to read and I can just tell you wrote it with so much love. I can just feel it. It's in every word, every detail. This is life at Hogwarts seen through your eyes and it's so goddamn charming and magical, makes me want to make myself a cuppa, grab a blanket and have a HP marathon right now.

Gryffindor is my house and I am very very emotionally attached to everything that concerns it, so this was a pure delight. I mean, your Chan was incredible, I could just see him, larger than life, he fits so well as a Quidditch captain and his overall character, it's just him, but a confident part of him, yet sweet, and so fiercely loyal. How he just strolls and puts his arm around her and says MY GIRL...... I bit my fist so hard. The scene in the closet was damn hot. It was DAMN hot. You can feel their bond and intimacy and you know it makes the sex better.

And then do I have to mention Changbin. Of course I do. Let me write a full ass essay on this man. GIRL. GIIIIIIIRLLLLLLLLLL. He is my man. My soulmate. He's such a fun character but you can just tell he will take no shit and he's good at what he does. I wanna make out with him in a dark corner (I'm the one who asked for the push ups. I am. YOU'RE WELCOME) The way he talks loudly, and he might have "less" charisma than Chan, but you know that man has leadership, that he's the glue holding this team together, you just feel it, and it's part of Changbin I adore and you showed it so well. And you showed, you didn't tell us. It's just a part of him.

JISUNG. oh my god. He appeared and I just couldn't believe him. With his teapot and his books, I LOOOOVE that you made him a bookworm and explore this part of him. He can get extra credits with me.

I love the duality of the MC, she's both playful and dynamic, and yet she has all those thoughts inside her, those anxieties about the future, but she's so sure of herself at the same time? I just thought her characterization was so well done, I think it will be SO interesting to see her interact with Minho, he will bring a whole new side of her I'm certain and I'M HERE FOR IT. I'M HERE FOR IT

NOW LET'S TALK MINHO BECAUSE DAMN WTF I'M SWEATING. THE MAN IS OUT OF THIS WORLD. You describe him SO well. Fuck I could barely lOOK AT HIM???!?!?!! and then the REVEAL??? You know I audibly gasped so loud my cat looked back at me like wtf girl why u screaming. I was just that invested.

The castle, the Quidditch grounds, all the details you integrated, I am in love and I want to actually LIVE in your fic. Loved how you "modernized" the wizard society. Like this is better than reading hp books im sorry but ITS TRUE. I adored it. HOW THE FUCK do you write Quidditch matches so well. I was on the edge of my seat. And then you have your writing. So many sentences stuck to my mind I had to re-read them. You really have your own style of poetry and I adore it.

"Just the hum of fall, the sound of lightning over the mountains, early starts in your days, and late notes, draped over answers, and essays, and ancient scriptures written in calligraphy, words unrecognizable—" like that. THAT. IS SO BEAUTIFUL. THE HUM OF FALL????? I am in love.

"Such was the nature of Slytherins, encasing themselves in glass, stepping over everything that did not serve their purpose, going through life aloof, unapproachable." SUCH A GOOD DESCRIPTION IM LOSING MY MIND.

So many more examples but I'll stop here. I adored reading this and I can't wait to read more (but no pressure of course). I can't wait to see where this potion business is going. To read your different chapters and get a feel of each house. You captured Gryffindor so well, I just know the others will be as good.

Thank you for sharing this with us Miu. You're a fantastic writer ❤️

DAWN TO FLIGHT 🚂 chan & changbin.

part one/four of the skz go to hogwarts! series.

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pair. quidditch captain! chan x fem! reader (+ changbin, minho) | genre. romance, slight angst, smut | warnings. profanity, food, possessiveness, unprotected sex, dirty talk, manipulation, brief mentions of dark magic | word count. 8.6k

synopsis. history will include him in its thickest books. but you? if you stay with him, you’ll be nothing but a mention, an afterthought. ‘she was there, but he was bigger than life,’ and it’ll be true, but it will all be for him, and it wasn’t jealousy or envy—

“Alright everyone, gather up!”

A crisp autumn morning, trees naked of leaves, mountains in the process of preparing for winter, and the Great Lake, its vast deepness, all the creatures concealed beneath the freezing waters—it was Quidditch time. The first practice of the season.

And Chan’s last year as the captain of the Gryffindor team.

Laughs echoed in the oval pitch, five-hundred feet long and one-hundred and eighty feet wide, with the tall spectator towers, four colors to them but switching down to two every match, to signify the playing squads. Red jerseys and flowing capes, helmets, gloves, and brooms of every kind looked back at the leader, ready for some flying action after a long summer break away from Hogwarts. The castle in question appeared grand as ever from afar, its stone walls and top peaks standing proudly, indicating centuries of magic and wizards alike.

“Quit your yapping!” Changbin barked, coming to stand next to his best friend. The murmurs of the crowd seized immediately. “Go ahead, captain,” he smiled brightly at Chan.

Chan smirked, nodding at him. “Thanks for that,” he turned to address his teammates. “Welcome to another year of Quidditch. As you can see, one of our Chasers, as well as our only Keeper have graduated, leaving us no choice but to hold trials for new members. I took it upon myself, Bin here lending me a hand on picking out their replacements.”

He gestured at the unfamiliar figures standing awkwardly at one side, not quite blending in with the rest, brooms clenched tight. The two oldest broke in toothy grins, trying their hardest to reassure. After all, the age difference wasn’t that significant.

“This is Jake, a Third Year student, and Eunwoo, our fellow senior. They’re both excellent fliers that will hopefully help lead us to victory against the Slytherins.” Snickers all around, whispers of not-so-kind words spreading among the team. Chan chuckled, sharing their sentiment. “Yes, no one counted on the loss of last year, but we’ve held that Cup, we know its weight, and we know exactly what to do and how to play to earn it again,” he finished his pep speech with a clap of his hands. “So, then, if everyone’s ready, a round of applause for our new friends, and let’s begin!”

“Let’s fucking go!” Changbin shouted, lifting his broom in the air, before mounting it and flying away to his spot as a Beater, alongside Jungkook.

Practice lasted nearly two periods, the captain dimming it important for everyone to get accustomed to the way the new boys moved around, and of course, to teach them all about their positions. Jake had been recommended by Hagrid, mentioning how he met him back on his First Year, and how much of a natural he was on his broom, passing the class with flying colors, and afterwards helping him with miscellaneous tasks that included heights much taller than the gatekeeper could reach. Eunwoo had played once before as a Seeker when he was much more compact sized and curious about the sport. Then, he’d resigned as classes got more difficult, assignments multiplied, and time was of essence.

Seventh Year seemed like a good year to return to it. It was everyone’s last opportunity to enjoy flying before heading off to jobs at the Ministry, or studying in Trade School, or returning to Muggle life. Their last chance of being carefree, doing something they love unapologetically, without regrets.

For Chan it was one step before going professional, chasing after his dream of being part of his home country’s regional team, the Wollogong Warriors. Australia was an ocean away from England, he’d left it for Hogwarts at an early age, but his heart would never forget his roots, his birthplace. When he’d moved into his dorm, the Warriors poster with the moving team members lining up for the picture, had been the first thing he’d taped on the headboard of his bed. A reminder to never lose focus of his one true love, of what he'd been shown of magic, of flying, at the mere age of six. Being a half-blood, the balance between the two worlds, it was as easy as breathing to him. Because he’d been raised in a loving home, because no one refused him his real nature, what he was, what he’d grow up to be.

Unlike some, Chan had a purpose. A premeditated life. Regional, then international. And no one would get in his way, no one dared. No one could. Being captain of the Gryffindor team was just the start.

“Time!” he yells, flying close to Jake who paused his movements to stare at his captain. “Good play, mate, but you see what you just did there is called stooging. Not more than one Chaser can enter the scoring area,” he explained, patting the boys’ back encouragingly.

“You’ll get the hang of it,” Changbin offers, flying past them with his bat.

A slight drizzle made everyone look up at the gathering clouds, a nasty storm winding up to fall upon the grounds. They agreed on doing a few more rounds before Chan called it a day. They all had classes to attend pretty soon, anyway. Not to mention his growling stomach.

“This would be a good time to end it. Great job everyone! Don’t forget, we only have two more practices before our match with Hufflepuff, so please take care of yourselves, and I’ll see you around.”

“Fuck yeah!” Jungkook exclaimed, earning a few whistles and claps.

As everyone landed on their feet, running to escape the rain that grew stronger with each minute, Chan took shelter under the gateway of the field, catching his breath before heading to the Great Hall for some lunch. Changbin stayed behind as well, talking to you about Seeker techniques.

You’d been their Seeker since your Third Year, getting better with each match, winning them the Cup twice. An important member of the team, no one could disagree, but also—his childhood friend, his first friend coming to Hogwarts, and eventually…his fuck buddy.

“Well, why are you just standing there, Bang Chan? Let’s go, I’m starving,” you speak out to him, lifting the hood of your cape, conjuring an invisible umbrella with your wand. “Get under, losers.”

Changbin huffs, his brown hair getting in his eyes, heavy with humidity. “I’ll have you know—”

You sigh, your lips turning inwards into a thin line. “I don’t care, Seo. I’ll leave you to drown. Who forgets their wand? What kind of wizard—” and the bickering continues, the two of you going at it tirelessly, as you make your way to the castle, the yet unchanged green scenery stretching before you.

Chan, ever the smart guy, keeps his wand with him at all times, exactly for situations like these, and fixes himself an umbrella as well, walking alongside you, enjoying the pattering of rain, the way your fingers search for his own, the faintest of touch between you, as you make Changbin go red with embarrassment, your teasing overwhelmingly immodest at times. He doesn’t miss the wink you throw him out of the corner of his eye.

He smiles to himself.

Passing through the Entrance Hall, you cast a drying spell on the three of you, taking off your gear as you head to the Great Hall. It’s uncommonly quiet as you take your seats, the long tables mostly empty, albeit for a few students snacking on fruit and nuts, finishing homework, or reading to themselves. The big windows bleed a cloudy blue over everything, the rain finally taking its full form, hitting against stone, against grass, against still water. You’re smack in the middle, the Gryffindor bench facing straight ahead to the headmaster’s seat at the teacher’s tabletop. McGonagall had gone completely soft on them, what with it being the last year before her retirement and losing the Quidditch Cup, rather unfairly if you might add. Slytherin colors were pretty, but everyone held a certain pride for their Houses; it had nothing to do with prejudice.

Not anymore.

Chan waves to the Ravenclaw table, Jisung hunched over thick books, a big teapot at his side. He seems entirely lost within the words, scribbling away with his quill, but his head snaps upwards, his eyes dazed, as he waves back mechanically.

“Don’t go crazy over there, yeah?” the captain calls out, and Jisung grins, soft hair covering his forehead.

“Assignment due this evening, Bang. Need the credits.”

“He’s a lost case,” Changbin muses, his signature smile in place as food appears in front of them. “Merlin’s beard, is that orange cake?”

You giggle, and dig right in. “You’re the lost case here, Binnie.”

Silence falls upon you as plates clink, utensils move, the pea soup and bread disappearing in record time, pumpkin juice clenching your thirst, cake satisfying your sweet tooth. Changbin’s tooth, especially. That man has an unmatched weakness for dessert of all kinds, it’s unbelievable, yet his physique is even better than Chan’s, something you thought impossible. You’d witnessed his naked upper body and all its glory last year at a game of ‘truth or dare’ in the Gryffindor common room, drunk on firewhiskey. It had been a chaotic night, and most of it a blur, really, but this one thing you remember.

Well into the game, he’d taken a dare. ‘Do fifty push ups shirtless.’ It’d been one of the girls that often followed him around after classes, and she’d said it bravely, like she’d rehearsed it a few times. He complied, of course, jumping at the opportunity to show off his toned arms and chiseled abs. Quidditch helped immensely, but this was work done mostly by himself, in his room. You knew because Chan joined him frequently, the two of them working out into the late hours of the night, when everyone else was asleep.

You also did things after hours, after everyone else had gone to bed. But you’d rather not talk about that, the mere thought painting your cheeks a flushed shade of pink.

“We need to talk strategies,” Chan spoke, his serious face on, as he leaned closer to you. “The new guys are good, but they need to get better. We can’t afford to lose matches.”

“Give them some time, mate, yeah? Jake hasn’t played a game in his life,” Changbin reasoned, enjoying a bite of baked orange.

“That’s true,” you agreed. “Not to mention Jisung’s reading, have you forgotten?”

“For fuck’s sake, not this again.”

Chan’s eyebrows rose. “You don’t believe in Divination, Seo? Is that why you failed so miserably?” His and your eyes meet, the teasing ensuing like it’d never stopped to begin with.

Your friend rested his head on top of his hand, feigning annoyance. “You two idiots are so incredibly gullible, it’s laughable. Seeing the future? What’s next? Flying unicorns?”

You laugh, holding your stomach, the enchanted ceiling thundering. “Says the one that attempted to give them wings as a gift for his sister's birthday.”

“I almost succeeded,” Changbin makes a face, giving up. “Who knew pegasus' really are mythical.” He fake-sulks for a bit, serving himself another slice of cake, gulping it in four bites. “In any case, how’s Slytherin not winning, giving us the Cup by default? There are other teams besides theirs.”

Chan looks at you and you look back, blinking. The silence is deafening. Changbin realizes, choking on juice. You smile, patting his head. Rude.

“Wow. That’s shit spirit for our fellow Houses, isn’t it? Shame on the both of you.”

“All I’m saying is,” the captain raises a leg up on the bench, popping a grape in his mouth. “As long as they don’t get it, I’m fucking content.”

“We’ll discuss strategies at the next practice, okay? I have Charms to attend. Please go to class, N.E.W.T’s are a thing, you know,” you get up, blowing a kiss in their general direction, and wave again at Jisung. He smiles in return. “Both of you go shower, you stink.”

“Love you too, baby girl,” Chan retorts, a lazy smirk on his face.

Your elective courses were giving you a hard time already. You’d never been a top student, nor were you looking to become one now, but your grades had, at the very least, been average, passing you through your exams easily, staying between Acceptable and Exceeding Expectations since your Fifth Year. All this, on top of Quidditch, and wanting to internship at St. Mungo’s—it was too much, you would suffer in ways you’ve never experienced before, you could already tell by the strain on your neck, that ache running down your spine, the thud your bed made every night you’d fall on it.

September hadn’t even ended yet. You sigh as you tighten the hold on your books against your chest, walking to your fourth and last class for the day—Potions. You’d bumped into Changbin earlier, him on his way to Transfiguration, you running a quick errand for your teacher before the subject began. The truth of the matter was, your friends were on a different wavelength than you, and because of that, you’d see them less and less over the course of this year. Chan had taken it upon himself to overlook First Years’ flying lessons, giving his all to that sport he loves so much, with only a couple selective classes to fill in the blanks, and Changbin wanted to become an Auror, so his time was spread across a few things, Defense against the Dark Arts being one, spending his weekends at the Ministry of Magic, and Quidditch bringing you all together.

Meanwhile your dream was to become a Healer, someone that’s supposed to know all, or at least a bit of everything, so in that way, you think you set yourself up for insanity from the get-go. Working hard for extra credits, spending awful hours in the library alongside Jisung, the two of you skimming through countless books, empty teacups, and ink-stained sleeves. If you didn’t have magic, you’d think it impossible for a person to graduate from this school. It was a nightmare already.

But you did it all, anyway. At least there were no wars to be fought, like times passed, at least no dark wizards threatened to burn the world down, kill innocent lives, rule in blood. Just the hum of fall, the sound of lightning over the mountains, early starts in your days, and late notes, draped over answers, and essays, and ancient scriptures written in calligraphy, words unrecognizable—

Sitting down at your usual place in the very front, you waited for your professor, making small talk with your classmate; a pale, Hufflepuff girl you shared a ton of other classes with. She suggested studying together later that night, and you agreed, excited for a different library partner. You liked Jisung, but he was too quiet when focused, too much of a bookworm. Not a bad thing, of course, but not a particularly good match to your more animated character.

“Good evening, class,” the professor entered, smiling kindly.

After the resignation of Slughorn, Potions had never been the same. And still, that old man had half a mind teaching, the other half rubbing shoulders with the rich students, inviting them to his exclusive club every single year. You wondered what it was like back in the day when Severus Snape taught. You figure it was glorious.

“We’ll go over a Sixth-Year potion today, something I’m sure you’re familiar with. The Draught of Living Death.”

His robes swung with him as he turned his back to the rest of you and started scribbling instructions on the board, guiding you through what you’ll need, encouraging you to light the fire under your cauldrons. You take a peek at the back of the class—Kim Seungmin, Head Boy of Ravenclaw, Lee Minho, pureblood of Slytherin, his desk tidy, his fire lit, his eyes shining in the dark ambience of the room. He notices your stare, stares back. You gasp, turning away in a hurry, embarrassed. You’ve never talked to him, yet you grew up together inside the walls of this very castle, shared similar tribulations, and had mutual acquaintances. It was funny, really. You were a muggle-born, and did not belong in this world, learning the same things as him, excelling in them, waving your wand around.

In a different time, you’d be ridiculed for it, he’d hunt you for who you were, what you represented. But as it is now, in modern days, long lines of aristocracy, money dating back to the sixteenth century, mansions with engravings of his very name on his doorstep still very much present—he did not care for such insignificant things, not anymore. None of them did. The wizarding community had shifted, it had finally changed to tread with the footsteps of the times and age. You’d been glad for it, although couldn’t quite shake the feeling of your fellow muggle-borns, how they didn’t have the same privilege you do now, to live free, without shame, amongst people who’ve known this incredible thing since they were born, when you’d only learned of its existence a mere few years ago, through a letter that would change your entire trajectory.

What a strange feeling. Carrying the weight of history.

“Who can tell me the seven ingredients of this potion?”

You raised your hand immediately, eager to voice the answer, and gain your House some points. So were other students, apparently.

“(Y/L/N), go ahead,” he signaled to you, the lines on his forehead carved deep, that friendly smile never leaving his aged face.

“Valerian root, Moondew, Flower head…”

After class ended it was already dark, the grounds illuminated by the flames of torches. Making your way with the Hufflepuff girl to the Great Hall for dinner, (her name was Chaeyoung she’d introduced herself); she’d seen you around with the boys, but was too shy to approach you, was very glad when you did. Loud voices, and relieved students filled the corridors, ready for some food and a good night’s sleep, and you couldn’t agree more—if only you didn’t have to spend most of your night at the dreaded library, with its frightening silence, and tall bookshelves that stretched as far as the eye can see.

“Hello, Gryffindor girl.”

Your yawn was cut short, books clutched tight against your chest—next to you, falling in step, was Royalty Incarnate Lee Minho, the very guy you failed to look straight in the eye only moments prior. You both blinked at each other, as your feet instinctively stopped moving.

Chaeyoung eyed you strangely, as did most students that passed by you. Minho seemed to pay them no mind, as if they didn’t even exist. Such was the nature of Slytherins, encasing themselves in glass, stepping over everything that did not serve their purpose, going through life aloof, unapproachable. What was this boy doing with you, then? What was his business?

“Can I help you?” you prodded him to continue, curious.

Dark purple hair falling into round, glittery eyes—for many centuries now, you’d learned, this was the Lee family’s signature give-away; silky, prune colored hair. Just as was Hwang's slitted, serpent-like shape of the eyes. There’s been so many of them, the line running so far back, that these things have developed a pattern, a tradition. Like freckles or moles for the Muggles, but grander, more distinct.

He gives you a quick smile, kind but impatient. He really is very handsome, you think, but— otherworldly, not to be messed with, not to be touched. Dark magic in human form. The only student to have a Phoenix feather wand core in all their school years. Powerful. You’ve only known him by rumor, never by fact.

“Certainly,” he replies curtly. “You are to be a Healer, yes?”

You furrow your brows, no idea as to where this was heading. “Indeed.”

Minho grins at you, then, all perfect straight teeth, boyish charm. “Excellent. A very promising intern, I hear.” To your evident confusion he provided an explanation, “My family is directly involved with the hospital. I require your assistance,” he stopped mid sentence, and glanced at Chaeyoung who was listening in.

“Excuse us,” he spoke politely, grabbing you by the arm. You looked at him bewildered, but followed along just for the sake of understanding why, out of everyone and especially a Gryffindor, would be his first thought of selfless aid?

“I am in the process of starting a very intricate potion, Ms. (Y/L/N), and having heard of your Potions grades, as well as the exemplary impression you’ve left on the Head of St. Mungo’s, I just had to recruit you,” he finishes, and gives you one long convincing look, before moving away, his touch dropping from your aching arm.

His words don’t quite register in your ears. Sure, you were a fairly good student and tried your absolute best with your internship, but what sort of potion couldn’t be followed with simple book instructions and a friend’s support?

Minho’s eyes flashed. It dawned on you. Unless…

“This isn’t school related, is it?”

“I’m afraid not.”

Bringing your books closer to you, your mouth turns into a thin line, disapprovement on the ready. You did not know this boy, had nothing to do with him, and certainly owed him even less. What he was asking of you was—ridiculous. Insane. Intriguing.

“And what is your purpose with this potion, Lee?” you asked after a short pause.

The Slytherin straightened his back, smoothed his expensive robes with one hand, and glanced at you over his nose. You did not break eye contact, determined to get the truth out of him. Serpents had a way of manipulating themselves out of situations—you’ve seen all of their tricks.

“Step the fuck back, Minho.”

A body crashed onto yours, enveloping half of you into big, muscled arms, a familiar cologne invading your nostrils. Bang Chan to the rescue, as always, Changbin close behind, both clad in warm, red sweaters with your House emblem. Looking up at your best friend’s angular face, you couldn’t help but notice the barely contained possessiveness he’s been letting himself show more and more lately. Both boys had always been protective of you, but considering the last relationship status change you’ve had with the captain, it made the dynamic strange, the waters untested. You, unsure of how to feel when he acted like this.

The purple haired boy smirked faintly, hands raised in front of him. “No trouble here, Bang, just small conversation between classmates. We’re allowed, are we not?”

Chan’s hand squeezed your shoulder, a silent question. You nodded your head, something he saw out of the corner of his eye, his hold relaxing slightly. Nothing changed in his stance, though. Defensive, ready to kill for his own—a true Gryffindor, through and through.

“What would you have to say to my girl?” It felt like time stopped, as soon as he uttered the word. “Say it, then. Go on.”

People were beginning to gather; Changbin cleared his throat in warning. You looked around, sighing as you did. It always had to be a showdown, a fight for dominance with Chan. Feeling your blood boil, and your nerves strain in the back of your head, you jerked away from him, Minho smugly watching you do so, hands coming to clasp together behind his back.

“Let’s go, Chaeyoung,” you said to your new friend, desperate to leave all three boys stewing in their own testosterone.

“Seems like you jumped the gun there, Christopher, yeah?”

“(Y/N),” his voice yelled after you. “(Y/N) wait, goddamnit!”

“Let her go, Chan.”

“Like hell I am,” was the last thing you heard, before the same arms pulled you towards the opposite direction of the one you were heading, the Hufflepuff girl gasping audibly at your capture.

“Listen to Changbin, Bang Chan,” you warned him, fighting against his scorching touch.

“When do I ever listen, baby girl?”

His breathing erratic, eyes determined, mouth set, the Gryffindor took you to the West wing of the castle, away from everyone else at this hour of the evening, and shoved the both of you inside a forgotten closet, wand out to mutter, “Capacious Extremis.”

The space enlarged twofold at once, and you were able to wiggle out of his vicious grasp with a forceful tug. He let you, that dark gaze studying you intensely.

“What the fuck was that?” you demand, beyond furious with his caveman behavior.

He huffs, passing a hand through his disheveled hair. “Never fucking mind that—what were you doing with Lee Minho out in the open like that?”

You scrunch your face. “‘Out in the open’? What does that even mean?”

“You know what it means.”

He stared you down with hard eyes, trying to figure you out. That’s what Chan did the most; tried to figure everyone out, what made them tick, what was the thing closest to their souls. So he’d be prepared, so he wouldn’t lose. You sigh, suddenly exhausted. It was a wise choice you’d made long ago, picking your fights with him.

This one just wasn’t worth it.

“We were just talking, Chan,” you move your feet to close the gap between your bodies. “I promise.”

Another thing about your captain—he will never waste a good opportunity.

Your lips smash together as his arms wrap around your waist and back protectively, possessively. He groans into the kiss, his tongue taking yours for a short dance, a fight of sorts, pleasure shooting through you like an arrow, like all the other times before, where he’d cornered you, asked for your surrender. Snatched you, anyway. He had this instinct of knowing what you wanted, what you most craved.

Right now it was him, what he offered. His hands on you, fingers tracing their way back into places he’s explored before, has owned countless times after hours, in beds, couches, cold astronomy stairs, closet walls…

“Obedient, are we now?” He mumbles smugly against your mouth, trapping you between his firm chest and stoned wall.

You grab the sides of his face and bring him back in, savoring the minty taste of his full lips. His hands immediately disappear under your robes, lower themselves to your skirt, pulling it up, sinking into the wet fabric of your cotton underwear. You gasp, and let out a broken moan, pressing into his calloused palm, loving the friction it provides for your aching pussy.

“Shut up and fuck me, Bang Chan,” you whisper in his ear, as you cup him over his trousers. He hisses, cursing your name. You smile. “Think you can do that?”

Chan chuckles darkly, rubbing circles over the small bundle of nerves at the top of your cunt. You roll your hips on his digits, holding onto him for dear life, nails digging on his broad shoulders, stomach churning, his cock stirring for attention in your other hand. Your lip trapped in between your teeth, you unzip his pants, dipping in his briefs in search for that delicious length that has filled you so many nights. And days. Some afternoons, after practice, not so far away from the rest of the team, something you both had giggled about, the exhilarating feeling of getting caught messing with your minds—

You’ve fucked a lot, you realize, cheeks burning. But it always made sense, it always felt good. You’d told yourself when it stops being those things, you’d walk away, but as he pulls your panties down, and you guide him to your entrance, sloppy, wet kisses running down your neck, to your collar, over your breast, you think it might not be so easy, after all.

Chan sinks inside you slowly, growling as he does. He squeezes your ass, your thigh circled tightly around his hip, but it’s not enough. Not for you, not for him. He needs more, he needs control.

“Jump on me, baby,” his voice is soft but the command is curt.

You lose contact for a split second as you slightly jump in his arms, the hardness of the wall digging into your back. The pain barely registers in your brain, as he slams into your cunt with fervor this time, the stretch incredible, his length hitting the deepest spots inside of you, so deep you feel him in your tummy. Your head drops on his shoulder, and you’re unable to control your moans, your very self, as skin hits skin, the sound filthy, sweat dripping from your forehead and staining his sweater, his hot breath on your cheek, whispering incredible things, words that will have you seeing stars—

You’re so fucking wet for me, baby girl, clenching around my dick so good, go on, take whatever you need, you know I got you, I’ll give it to you, love, let me see your face, let me see that pretty fucking mouth. Fuck, baby you’re so wet…

Your thighs hurt where he holds you, but your release is so close you couldn’t care less about bruises and soreness. You use his shoulders to sink down as he pistols up, the both of you entirely focused on getting off, sex in its most primitive form. You miss the eyes full of awe, of adoration, or more like, you ignore them. You won’t comment on the way he presses his mouth on the apple of your cheek, either, your name nothing but a ghost of a whisper on his tongue, a way of pushing himself forward, of bringing you to your climax.

“Come on, baby girl, give it to me. Give me a good one, milk my cock, that’s it, fuck, that’s my girl, such a good little slut, aren’t you?” He grunts on your skin, moving his lips to your ear, picking up the pace, tearing you from the inside out. “For me. Just for me.”

“Yes, yes…” you moan, and clench around him one last time, your body convulsing, vision blurry.

He chases after you, thrusts fast and precise, spilling around your tight walls, his load hot and sticky, and he wants nothing more than to—your legs touch the floor at once, as his hands grab your face aggressively, bringing you in for an open mouthed kiss, sweaty and breathy, mouths dry and searching, always searching for each other. You’d be lying if you said this didn’t mean more sometimes, somehow.

Sometimes it’s everything, it’s all that holds you down, that could hold, gravity meaningless pitted against Bang Chan and his warmth, the way he envelops you in his arms, the safest place in the world. As you play side by side, as you fight for the same cause. It’s easy and it’s familiar, and it’s home. As natural as breathing.

“Tell me you’ll keep your head straight,” he says seriously, looking down at you worriedly. “Minho is…” his dark eyes cloud over, “Don’t go making deals with the devil on me just yet, you hear me?”

You sigh into him and he shakes you gently, getting your eyes on his face again. “Please, (Y/N)?”

You nod, rubbing your wet thighs together, remembering you have a library date with a girl you left behind unexpectedly. What must she be thinking?

Oh, but who cares? This was so worth it.

“Okay. If it means that much to you, I won’t.”

“You promise?” He doesn’t let you go.

“Yes, Chan,” you say pointedly. “Jesus.”

He cleans you up with a quick spell, his hands raising your panties up your hips, touch lingering. You wiggle out of his grasp, giggling. He smirks, still crouching down as you open the closet door and walk away from him.

“Leave him out of this!” He calls out behind you.

“He’s your God, too,” you sing teasingly, making a run for the Great Hall.

The fourth Saturday of September, just before Hallowe’en, Gryffindor competes against Hufflepuff.

It’s a tough match, only for the incessant stormy weather that’s been building up, turning the field into a muddy mess, clouds hanging low for days, visibility incredibly poor. Practice had been good, but not great and flying conditions were, to say the least, not ideal, but the team has had to go through worse, and so they’d persevere as they always did, with a strategy set in place, everyone knowing exactly what they were supposed to do, instructed down to a T.

Bang Chan yelled for Jake to watch out as Yang Jeongin, a Fifth-Year Beater knocked one of the Bludgers his way, bat swinging, competitive smile on his pale face.

Jake momentarily lost control of his broom, cursing as he came down fast, holding on to the wooden stick for dear life.

Chan motioned for Changbin to go help him, as he pushed through the two Chasers standing in his way, Quaffle under his arm, heading straight for the opponent’s hoop. Thunder cracked as the ball went past the Keeper and into the big ring behind her, earning Gryffindor another point.

“Fuck yeah!”

The towers burst into applause and cheering, a small Second-Year boy announcing the success of his Houses’ team, praising the captain. Chan threw his fist in the air, basking in the attention and excitement of the crowd, Changbin and Jungkook flying close to clap his hand and back, as they flew past and back to their positions.

“Another great goal from captain Bang Chan! We’re counting eighty points, so far, to Hufflepuff’s sixty.”

The game had been in progress for two hours now, but the adrenaline rushing through Chan’s veins, his ego inflating, expanding over his team, his boys (and girl)—it meant everything. Tiredness was just a concept in front of all this; glory and winning, for an athlete, was greater than anything else. Nothing could come close, could compare. Perhaps, with the single exception of you bouncing on his cock, head thrown back, nails digging into his skin, absolutely beautiful in your vulnerability.

But the rain grew nastier, colder as the end was still nowhere in sight. You’d been searching through the heavy clouds for the Golden Snitch nonstop since the game had started, with not much luck. You’d encountered the opposing team's Seeker once or twice, but for the most part you were flying solo, half blind, while your team fought the good fight underneath you, compensating for your apparent bad seeking skills. You were frustrated, growing angrier by the minute with yourself for losing the small golden ball so fast. If only you could get one good glimpse of it…

“Losing your touch, (Y/L/N)?” Kim Sunoo teased, shouting over the rain as his broom whooshed behind you.

“Not a fucking chance,” you yelled back.

“C’mon, let’s fly above!”

One reason you enjoyed playing with Hufflepuff—this. The healthy competitiveness, the good spirit of the game, and a promised fun time, nothing less nothing more. It was such a stark contrast to Slytherin’s sinister, sneaky way of navigating through the game. And the injuries were considerably fewer, as well, the stakes never higher than necessary.

Above the storm, it was quiet. Peaceful. The both of you halted your brooms, stilling for a second, scanning the serene skies for the Snitch. Sunoo frowned, disappointed and embarrassed to go back down with empty hands, and you were too, determined to find the freaking thing and end this forsaken match—

There. On the horizon, much closer than it looked.

“Bye, Sun!” You laugh, as you rush towards your desired target, hand outstretched, so near you could feel it, taste it.

Victory.

“Hey!” You heard before you dipped in the clouds, the rain and clapping of thunder entering your ears once again. It did not matter.

You had a clear view of the ball, and you’d get it. No matter what.

“A missed shot from Sim Jaeyun, a shame for the Gryffindor team!”

Not for long, you thought as you willed your broom to fly faster, wiggling your fingers as if that would be any help to achieving your task, the Snitch teasing you with its whimsical moves. You were relentless, though, years of experience preparing you for its mood and difficulty to attain.

You really just had to go for it.

So, you did, Sunoo flying dangerously close, his own hand reaching. In your attempt to trap it in your palm, your broom tumbled and knocked you over. A scream tore from your throat, lightning flashing, as you almost lost control and fell off your trusted stick—if the Hufflepuff hadn’t helped you upright, his grip tight on your shoulder. Your heart beat fast, as your eyes went wide, head snapping his way.

“Thank you!”

The Fifth-Year smiled at you, his cheeks rosy and cute. “No problem. Go before I come for it.”

You nodded quickly, and parted a cloud appearing on the field waving your fist around. The crowd watched you fly to your teammates, the intensity of the rain calming down as if on cue, Chan the first to notice your arrival.

“It seems (Y/L/N) (Y/N) has caught the Golden Snitch!” Roars sounded off like sirens. “Gryffindor wins!”

The colors on the high towers then show yellow and red, proud and bright, even amidst the grayness, and you grin wide and content, as you come face to face with your best friend and captain. Your boyfriend, he would correct you.

He’s glowing, wet and exhausted, pearly whites showing. “That’s my fucking girl!” He barks, as the entire team erupts in celebratory song.

‘Come around and see

Gryffindor will win

With Bang Chan in our team

And (Y/N) as our Queen

Gryffindor shall win!’

The common room was rowdy, to say the least.

Seventh-Years had snuck alcohol in from The Three Broomsticks Inn apothecary, and were currently helping themselves and others to a few cups of it. The fire was lit, the walls rich in color, the music blasting and the portraits laughing and discussing their own years at Hogwarts, their historical wins against the other Houses and their parties that lasted until the early hours of the next day, charms keeping the voices and ruckus from echoing throughout the rest of the castle.

Bang Chan and Changbin were busy being obnoxiously loud and quite drunk in the middle of the room, many students gathering around them like true fans, asking the two make-believe celebrities of Gryffindor all sorts of questions they had absolutely no problem answering. Your boyfriend was sprawled over the leather couch, freshly showered, brown hair falling over his eyes in loose curls, as his most trusted friend occupied the armchair, a mug of firewhiskey filled to the brim, making his eyes glossy and his mood light.

You shook your head at them, chuckling softly as two younger girls approached you, congratulating you on today’s win. You thanked them politely, popping a few nuts in your mouth. You could never be them; the center of attention, the center of the universe, it felt like sometimes, but you were just as deserving of praise and honor as them. Being a Seeker was hard enough, but being held at the same standards as Bang Chan?

Impossible. You wondered how he did it, then reminded yourself that he was born for this. Fame, prestige. He loved it, lived for it, and had dedicated his entire life for it. It was second nature to him, but to you?

Oh, but it’d end soon enough. And then a whole other chapter would unravel itself for you to tread carefully through it. The rest of your life, your career, what you’ve been working so hard towards. Quidditch was a hobby, and a damn good one, but it wasn’t the end goal.

Chan finds your gaze and holds it, smiling suggestively your way, and winking. You smile back, lifting your cup to him. He beams, and your heart swells.

You loved him but this, whatever you two had, would end too. And none would be the wiser. You couldn’t call it a waste of time; after all, for what it was, it made sense. Plus the sex was incredible. But you couldn’t ignore the cold, hard truth—he’d leave for Australia, and you’d go into intensive training at the hospital, books and medicine being more than enough to fill your time. 

He’d ask you to go with him, and you’d get defensive and ruin your friendship. He’d get mad and you’d go months without communication, until finally you’d hear news of his dating another girl, someone that could keep up with him, and break your own heart ten times worse than before. It would play out exactly like this, because that’s the natural way of a relationship between an athlete and a bookworm. There’s no meeting halfway for them, there’s no meeting at all.

You notice a couple making out on the stairs going up to the dorms, a full table of Six-Years playing cards, and your team preparing for butterbeer pong, a tradition of yours at this point, introduced years ago by a muggleborn that established it as the game-to-play after a successful match. It was harmless enough.

Except for the fact that your captain was an incredibly competitive and stubborn man that took everything way too seriously.

“Round!” Changbin roars, as all the boys cuss and down shots of firewhiskey at once. “Fuck, that’s what I’m talking about.”

“One hell of a headache is waiting for you tomorrow, Bin,” you comment as you near the long table the game is about to take place on.

Chan is helping set the cups in order with his wand, Jungkook filling them with the appropriate amount of the beer concoction, the red of their wool sweaters in such contrast to their pale complexion.

“I’m a wizard, honey, I’ll make it go away before you can say Merlin’s full name.”

Everyone in close proximity clutched their chests, laughing at the burn. You raised your eyebrows daringly. Challenge accepted.

“Sure, though not a very good one, are you, honey?” You retorted mockingly.

“Well, shit, you got me there.”

The room burst in ‘ooh’s’ as someone lifted your arm, declaring you the winner of this little showdown. Chan chuckled, the side of his mouth lifting, admiring your proud face. He was next to you before you could even blink, taking you in his strong arms and crushing you against him, lips on your ear, breath warm, comforting.

“You’re trouble, you know that?”

You smirk, pulling away slightly. “The best kind.”

His hand snaking its way around the nape of your neck, he brings you in for a kiss. You could taste so many things on him, but you think his heart was the most rewarding of them all. Your foreheads touch, as everyone in the room fades away, light years away, the two of you holding gravity, and the fucking axis of the very earth in place.

Nothing mattered when you were with Bang Chan, and you were beginning to think that wasn’t such a good thing, after all.

“The only kind,” he swears. “The only one I want.”

The game starts with Eunwoo missing a clear shot, and paying the price for it. After him, Jungkook follows (three wins in a row before ultimately losing), a giddy Changbin nearly ending the game at once with his excellent performance, but not before knocking everything over as Jungkook tackled him for “cheating.”

“No one leaves until I have a fucking turn!” Chan barks, and the team scrambles to pick up the mess, setting the table for their leader.

The entire common room gathers with bated breath to watch their captain win against beer and plastic balls, and you can’t help but marvel at the way all seems to still for this man. He carried such power, such influence, and he was the nicest thing around. Always fair, loyal, a sweetheart to his friends, a general out on the field. You’d follow him to battle if it came down to it, as would literally every single person in this room.

It was very sudden, your need for oxygen. The air was stifling, everything moving in slow motion as Chan succeeded in putting the sixth ball in the glass cups. A new song is in the process of writing itself for your favorite boy, you sense it in your bones, in the way the people in the portraits haven’t said a word since he started playing.

History will include him in its thickest books. But you? If you stay with him, you’ll be nothing but a mention, an afterthought. ‘She was there, but he was bigger than life,’ and it’ll be true, but it will all be for him, and it wasn’t jealousy, nor envy—

It was confidence in knowing you deserved better. The best.

“Where are you going?” He asks, when you move away from his peripheral vision.

Heads snap towards the question, curious.

“I’ll be right back,” you announce, drowning. “Please don’t follow me,” you continue in a smaller voice, hoping he hears you.

And it must’ve been something in your stance, or your face, or your eyes, who fucking knows, because this time—

He doesn’t chase after you. He listens.

Your feet take you to the Great Entrance.

For what time it was, you expected no one else to be around, making it easier for you to break down and cry after a long, stressful day. You weren’t particularly keen on letting anyone in on the small fact that you were losing your entire mind over how hectic your life had become, and you certainly weren’t about to be reckless about being out of your dormitory after hours.

It was fairly simple to move around the castle at night, though, if one was careful enough. There was only one teacher patrolling the corridors and they were currently located on the other side of the staircase, giving you the go to make a run for it.

You’d also placed a silencing charm on you, for good measure, because you weren’t about to be the person that gave and took away points from their House all in one day.

You never counted on coming face to face with Lee Minho like this. He took notice of your nervous state, and it was then you noticed the pin on his robes. Head boy, you shut your eyes tightly, cursing yourself inwardly. Of course.

“I take it your midnight stroll didn’t go exactly as expected?” He comments sarcastically, but his tone is flat, and his perfectly shaped left eyebrow is raised.

He’s taller than you, not by much, and you guess the authority he holds also gives the illusion of height, multiple books hovering in mid air behind him. You guess he was making his way from the library to his last patrol of the night before resigning to the Slytherin dorms in the dungeons.

It really was just your luck bumping into him, wasn’t it? Especially after that one awkward evening a couple of weeks ago, his proposition still unanswered days and days after. Minho blinked twice at you, seeming to be waiting for your answer to his remark.

You snap out of it, biting your lip, and you see him follow the movement indifferently, your cheeks turning red under his intense stare. He doesn’t seem to pay your embarrassment any mind, though, as he deems you unworthy of his time and goes to pass right past you.

“You still haven’t told me,” you call out. He stops. Turns. You hesitate slightly, “The reason why you’re making an illegal potion.”

He muses your words for a second, turning them over in his mind. “Not so much illegal, as…frowned upon.”

Huh? “Well, what is it?” You press, taking a brave step forward towards him.

His beauty is unparalleled, only perhaps, and you do not say this lightly, second to that of Hwang Hyunjin’s, making it so incredibly hard for you to look at him straight on. His eyes are so big and glittery, looking as if they’ve swallowed entire stars in them, and his jawline is so sharp and sexy it feels like you’re cheating on Chan just by glancing his way. He looked immaculate, even at this late time, and you’d blame it on the pure blood thing, but Changbin was upstairs making a fucking fool of himself, ten different stains on his clothes, drunk beyond all reason at this point, you’d bet good money on it.

Not Minho. Never Minho.

“It’s dark magic, (Y/N),” he nears you slowly, taking his sweet time with a prey like you. “Necromancy.”

You looked at him, and looked again, just in case he was making some sort of sick, twisted Slytherin joke that you didn’t understand and were just another victim of. Dark humor is eclectic, yes, but harmless in the long run. Unfortunately, he wasn’t batting an eye to your reaction. If anything, he appeared to be…disappointed?

It was hard to tell through a million layers of frost.

“Dark magic is illegal, Minho,” you say and you feel like the dumbest person alive at that moment.

He stares at you like you are. “Many would disagree,” he retorts calmly. “All magic is the same to a wizard.”

You tilted your head, begging for him to be joking, and certainly not enjoying the glamoured jab at your blood. It was petty and so below who you perceived him to be, that you had to second guess the way he worded it in order to keep your sanity.

And your points.

“You want to raise the dead?” You whisper incredulously.

He smiles briefly at that, but his mask quickly falls back into place. “I’m offering you a chance to make one of the most difficult, intricate potions known in magic history. The craft is something that interests you, correct?”

You stutter, feeling like you’re being manipulated into something completely out of your comfort zone. Despite this knowledge, you can’t bring yourself to refuse.

“Yes, but I would very much like to stay out of Azkaban if I can help it.”

He considers you seriously, then. You almost think he’s gonna turn around and dismiss you, considering you unable to complete his task, but then he takes one step closer and gazes at you through thick eyelashes.

“I’m enchanting skeletons for Hallowe’en.”

You squint up at him. “You’re lying. You don’t need a potion for that.”

His lip twitches, and you think you see a ghost of another of those rare smiles. It’s gone too soon for you to tell. A purple strand of hair falls in his eye, and your fingers itch to touch it.

“Will you help me?” He chooses to ignore your statement.

“Now I’m helping you?” You challenge him, before you can stop yourself. “Where did all those other fancy words go?”

Minho drinks you in, every single one of your features being studied, before he pulls back, a breathy chuckle escaping his pretty mouth.

“I can see what he sees in you.”

“Don’t make this about him.”

There goes that infuriating eyebrow again. “Oh?”

You roll your eyes. “I’ll help you,” you repeat the, apparently, Slytherin taboo word. “If you tell me what I’m getting myself into.”

Your breath gets stuck in your throat as you see him lean towards you, his cheek touching the side of your face, a woody scent enveloping your senses. You’re unable to move, it seems, he has you under a complete spell—and it’s not the one you cast with a wand. I underestimated him, you think, panicking.

“A revolution, sweetheart,” his enchanting voice whispers in your ear. The castle stares back as your eyes glaze over with numbness. “Your name in history books. It’s what you want, isn’t it?”

And it shouldn’t have taken you as long to figure out as it did, Chan’s words of caution ringing true in your head, because nothing could be clearer, really—

Lee Minho is a Ligilimens.

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[arlecchno]

YES OMG THE POISONED DREAMS SERIES (from what ive read so far) IS SO SCRUMPTIOUS - the print copies have art in them and im just so obsessed teehee . summers fic and MA over the past few months have been the things i looked forward to in the then - futures . cova is srsly taking all of our hearts hostage w that blessed fic LOL its also real fun that the reader in fic has a hydro vision (this doesnt count as spoilers right ?) because ive always personally envisioned (haha) myself with one too . cova also has other works w alhaitham in it that are like kinda sorta connected to summers fic , my favorite being this one , i love the fic description LMAO

dude ive done so much random bullshit because i used to have SO MUCH extra free time on my hands ??? and , honestly dude ive really been wanting to get back into writing on a regular basis but i have such terrible commitment issues with my personal projects its insane . also if you dont mind could you share some of your a/n that you find particularly silly ? i honestly live for memey authors notes

ive also taken that quiz ! multiple times actually (and many others) LMFAO , it was a different answer every time but its mainly a tie between ei and albedo . which is . heavily ironic . because all my close friends call me a scara kinnie which is like . ah yes another artificial human and then throw a creator of one at me like ??????? atp ive just come to embrace that i might be a little artificially flavored in the brain (/hj) . ive also been called a cyno kinnie sometimes because of the terrible puns i make (they laugh anyways though so i mean ..) anyways yeah so if you wanna assign me a genshin character too feel free to i guess , its honestly fun for me to see people assign me a genshin character they think im similar to .

heres …. a spoon i accidentally drew while trying to draw a fish

- jellyfish

i've only read the summers fic until chap 4 (currently reading chapter 5) and it's so good. the mc and alhaitham's dynamic is so funny HAHA i keep laughing every time they have their stupid banters especially in the middle of fighting/interrogating people.

mc having a hydro vision is actually so nice too!! in chapter 4 at the part where they were sitting by the water and mc was playing around with the water by morphing them into dolphins and such was a nice addition to them. having a hydro vision sounds so fun and honestly i kinda want it too now LMAO

i'll also be sure to check out the other fic you've linked! cova's work with the summers fic is truly good and they're hella good at writing, so i'm not gonna miss the chance to not read their other works 🥹

and wow!!! i think you'll do a great job at writing again, and if you ever decide to get back to it, i would drop everything to read your work. no really, you're good at drawing, you make poems, you like solving out stuff, you make your own games— what can't you do???? you have such amazing skills and talents, i'd drop on my knees to see more of your work 😵‍💫

i won't deny that writing is such a big commitment and it takes such a huge effort to get back on your feet, and that's okay!! i think it's really neat that you have your own personal projects, i would say that's a total win!!!! hehe

google docs has this section where it lets you add comments in the words you've highlighted and i took every opportunity to make the silliest ones in some lines i've written for ma (would we consider this as proper annotations? i don't think i would...), here are some of them

i like adding my own author comments in my google docs because personally— it feels like a wattpad comment section, except that it's only visible to you, y'know? pretty silly, exactly, but i like annotating my own work for some reason... i think i'm just hella weird

i kinda see how you'd be an albedo kinnie, actually. well, one, you're pretty artistic, but also, i have a feeling you're kind of a quiet and reserved person irl. i hope i'm not wrong because then i'd be a total fool HAHAHA but anyways... hm... cyno kinnie... you know i can't disagree to that when you've already slipped in a pun on your first paragraph 😔 ngl i giggled when i first read it so... another win for you?

thank you for the spoon jellyfish haha it's so silly that it made my day 😭

[drewexe]

Like The Stars Pt. 3

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

Pairing: jaemin x fem!reader

Genre: smut, fluff, sex lessons au, friends to lovers

Word Count: ~8,2k

Includes: high school seniors (everyone is legal of age); canon bisexual mc; side characters donghyuck, renjun, and karina; profanities; obviously, sex lessons; kind of a slow burn; mc is not as oblivious and innocent anymore?; does mc unconsciously have praise kink? she might; protected sex!!

Summary: you'd had a crush on renjun for as long as you could remember, but your lack of experience always stopped you from taking the first step; it's a good thing you have your trusted friend jaemin to help you out

Author's note: i’d like to use the moment to say that pt.1 is already at 1000+ and pt.2 is at 500+ and i really wanna thank all of you for reading so far! it means so much that so many people like it and that there are so many of you that keep up with the story, i hope that you will enjoy this one too !! <33 on a lighter note tho, time is relative so once again, pretend you understand the time skips plz

“Princess, let’s go on a date.”

You’d been on the phone with Jaemin for the past half an hour, discussing an imaginary future where the world was ruled by dogs and arguing which breeds would hold the highest positions. The sudden drop of such a question was enough to have your brain short-circuiting for a second until you realized the meaning of the words.

“A date?” you asked, still too dumbfounded to respond. 

“Yeah, a date,” he repeated with a soft chuckle but you could hear a slight awkwardness in the sound. Something in your chest fluttered. “We’ve literally been having sex for like three months now, might as well go on an official date or something.”

It sounded like it made sense. And at the same time, it absolutely didn’t. Your sex lessons with Jaemin had nothing to do with romance and feelings, and while you did start hanging out a lot because of them, an actual date really sounded way too distant from the nature of your relationship. 

But then your mind took a turn towards the warmth that spread in your chest every time he complimented you, the way you looked forward to any and every moment you could spend with him alone, the way you’d started seeing him differently - he was not just one of your best friends anymore, in the sense that he meant more. Suddenly, a suspicion started growing in you at that realization.

“Y/N? You still there? You can just say no, y’know…” Jaemin coughed awkwardly on the other side of the line. 

“Okay, let’s do it,” you said instead. 

“Wait-” Jaemin sounded genuinely surprised, and honestly you were too. “Are you for real?” he asked and you couldn’t help but think that his voice sounded hopeful. 

“Yeah, sure, I’m up for that,” you confirmed, nibbling on your lower lip. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Just stay where you are,” he said, a bit too obviously excited. The thought made the unfamiliar fluttering in your chest appear again. “I’ll come get you in, like, an hour.”

Next thing you knew, the call had dropped. You stared at the screen of your phone for a moment as the call screen disappeared and made way to your home screen. A photo of you and Jaemin. He’d been the one to take it, in celebration of putting up all the stars on your wall and he’d also been the one to set it as your wallpaper but you never thought of changing it. Looking at his smile made you happy every time you unlocked your phone. 

Maybe that’s something you should have realized sooner.

Your mind was buzzing as you got ready for your date with Jaemin. You were supposed to be in love with Renjun, so why was this date with Jaemin making you so nervously excited? You tried to imagine what it would be like if you were going out with Renjun instead but for some reason that didn’t feel right.

Deciding you should owe it to the fact that they are two different people and it felt unfair to spend a whole day with someone while imagining what it would be like to be with another person, you finished up picking your outfit and waited for Jaemin to arrive. 

“Pretty flowers for a pretty girl?” Jaemin grinned as you opened the door. Your gaze shifted down to a bouquet in his outstretched arm. 

“Daisies?” you raised your eyebrows, chucking. “I do appreciate the uniqueness but that’s kind of an odd choice, no?”

“Yeah, uh,” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly and chuckled, “a granny on the street gave them to me and she was so sweet I just couldn’t say no.” 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and laugh softly as you took the small bouquet from him and brought it inside to put in a vase. You could easily believe the grandma story, but a little part of you melted at the idea that maybe he could have actually gotten out of his way to get you flowers. You did your best to disregard the thought for the time being and walked out again.

“So where are we going exactly, Romeo?” you asked, hooking your arm around his with a smile. 

“Does it have to be Romeo exactly?” he asked, sounding a little concerned. “I don’t really feel like dying yet.”

“Sure, sure, be whoever you want,” you shook your head dismissively, in a quite childish manner honestly. “I just wanna know what we’re doing today.”

“You’ll see soon enough,” he smiled and you whined in response. “Come on, it’s not like I could come up with anything that spectacular on the spot, at least let me have the element of surprise with it.” 

“First of all, don’t act like I’ve not been a witness to the extent to which you’re willing to go to impress a girl you like,” you huffed, trying to cross your arms despite the fact that they were still wrapped around one of his. “And sure, this may be a kinda-not-really-a-date date but I will be genuinely offended if you just took me to the convenience store and got me a lollipop or something.”

“Well shit, can we go sit on that bench over there, I need to come up with a new date idea real quick,” he grinned and you hated the fact that you almost believed he could have been planning to do just that. “Relax, it’s at least a little bit better than that.”

You couldn’t make up your mind on whether that sounded reassuring or not. You decided to just trust him for now. With a quiet huff, you unwrapped your arms from his and instead decided on intertwining your fingers with his, which earned you a surprised glance and a sweet smile as his hold on your hand tightened. Some goddamn butterflies in your stomach seemed to come alive at that. 

~

The walk seemed both too long for your curiosity, and yet quite short once you reached your supposed destination - one of the city parks. 

“I didn’t know there’s a fair going on here,” you said as you took in the stalls offering anything from sweet corn to trinkets and games like duck fishing and shooting. There was even a carousel and a small Ferris wheel. 

“Yeah, I found out randomly and I thought you might like it so I really wanted to bring you here,” Jaemin smiled. Then his smile seemed to waver a little as he added: “Of course, if you completely hate it and that was a dumb idea, we can do something else instead…”

You quickly shook your head and looked at him, eyes shining as you smiled. 

“No, it’s perfect,” you reassured him. “I haven’t been to one of these in a while, let’s go look around!” 

The first stop you dragged Jaemin to was a cotton candy stall. You watched with almost child-like fascination as the owner rolled the cotton into a blue flower for the kid in line before you, bouncing a little on your heels excitedly. 

“Which color do you want, princess?” Jaemin asked as your turn came and he pulled out his wallet. You would have argued but you knew there wasn’t much of a point with him. 

“Pink,” you said instead, a smile curving your lips when the stall owner started working on your cotton candy. 

Soon enough you were holding a pink flower in your hand, munching cheerfully on the sugary treat. Jaemin led you as you walked around and looked at what every stand had to offer. You did end up buying a cute bracelet from a really kind lady and matching rings for you and Jaemin because you wanted to “have a memory of your kinda-not-really-a-date date”. It’s not like he tried to argue anyway. 

Instead, once you two had walked away from the stall, he dragged you to the side of the alley and stopped you there. 

“Remember that Polaroid camera you guys got me two years ago?” he asked and you nodded. “Since I rarely have the chance to use it, I actually brought it today. So let’s make some memories, hm?”

“Yes, yes!” you beamed and he took the small device out of his backpack, snapping a quick picture of your intertwined fingers and the rings on them. “Take one of the cotton candy too while it still looks pretty!” you prompted excitedly and he obliged with a soft chuckle. 

With the camera in his hand, he started pulling you around to take more and more photos of you and you had to literally steal it from him so that you could take a few of him as well. You did also take a couple of photos together: one taken by a lady passing by and one he took of the two of you. 

Somehow, you ended up in front of a shooting game stall. Your eyes glided over the prizes offered and stopped on a big stuffed bunny. 

“Look, it looks just like you,” you giggled, pointing at the toy. Jaemin followed your finger and smiled.

“How about I win it for you?” he raised his eyebrows. 

“Can you?” you laughed. “You’ve never even been in the same room as a gun before.” 

“So? You doubt my abilities to win a toy for you?” he asked, sounding almost offended if it wasn’t for the smile still curving his lips prettily. 

“I know better than to underestimate Na Jaemin,” you rolled your eyes. “But you can’t just be good at everything from the first try, you know.” 

Jaemin scoffed at your words. With a determination you rarely saw in him, he placed his things on the counter and paid the man behind the counter for one game. 

“How many points do I need for the bunny?” he asked seriously. 

“120 in total or three of those rabbit targets,” the man chuckled. He’d witnessed your conversation and he seemed entertained by it. 

Briefly, he explained how many points each target brought and Jaemin took upon his task. Surprisingly enough, he was doing quite well. He didn’t go for the rabbits, but five shots later, he hadn’t missed a single one. Setting the gun down, he looked at the man expectantly. 

“110, my boy,” he shook his head. 

“What do you mean 110?!” Jaemin widened his eyes in surprise. “I shot them all!” 

“Yeah, you got three times thirty and two tens,” the man explained patiently. 

“No, no, you said that those were 15 points each!” the boy argued and you could see him getting frustrated. You glanced at the man again. 

“He said that the ones above them are 15 points, Nana, you must have misunderstood,” you said. Bringing a smile on your face, you added: “It’s okay, I told you you can’t make it, let me be right this once, okay?” 

“But…” You could see the pout forming on his face and you couldn’t help but chuckle, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “I wanted to get it for you…” 

“Tell you what, son,” the man spoke up again. “Since no one else is in line right now, I’ll give you one extra shot. If you can get one of the rabbits, I’ll give you the bunny.” 

Jaemin’s face lit up at that as he nodded quickly and picked up the gun again. You couldn’t miss the tension in his body as he aimed for what seemed like ages. When he finally took the shot, you were almost anxious to check the result.

He’d shot the rabbit in the center. The victorious shout from his side told you as much about the achievement. He turned to you, a radiant smile on his lips which you couldn’t help but return. The stall owner went to get the stuffed bunny. 

“You should keep him, kid,” he said as he handed you the toy, winking conspiratorially to you. “He looks like he might be for real.” 

You felt heat rush to your face as you took the plushie and hugged it tightly to your chest. You glanced at Jaemin at found him holding the polaroid towards you. A photo rolled out of the device a moment later. 

“Sorry, you just looked adorable,” he grinned at your accusing glare. “Told you I can win.”

“Only because you got a bonus shot,” you rolled your eyes, yet your eyes drifted down to the toy and a smile grew on your lips. “Thank you.” 

Jaemin returned your smile and reached over to take your hand again as the two of you waved goodbye to the stall owner and walked away. A soft silence fell between you. Your thoughts drifted away to the thumping of your heart as you thought about the way he was squeezing your hand gently and the soft toy in your other hand. How different from before it felt and how similar it was to the way you felt about Renjun. Which was really weird to think about, because you could almost swear that thinking of Renjun at the moment did not make you feel the same way.

“Is there anything else you’d wanna do, princess?” he spoke up suddenly, startling you out of your thoughts. You looked at him again, and it felt like you looked for the first time. The realization almost startled the air out of your lungs.

“We’ve been here for quite a while,” you said, nibbling on your lower lip. It was true, not that you minded. “How about we go get a drink from over there and head home?” you offered and he nodded, leading you to the nearby coffee booth. 

The walk to your house felt much shorter than the one from it, perhaps because you didn't really wanna go home so it could only come too quickly. And indeed too soon you found yourself at the front door of your house. You turned to look at Jaemin. 

“Thank you for today,” he said, surprising you. He smiled at your expression and reached up to ruffle your hair. “I had fun so thanks for actually taking me up on the idea.”

“Oh, no, yeah,” you chuckled. “I had fun too, and I got a new plushie. His name is Nana by the way.”

“Oh what, really?” he gasped in fake surprise, bringing a hand to his chest for a bigger effect. “I can’t imagine how you thought of that!”

You giggled, hitting his arm lightly and he laughed in response. Then you bit your lip for a second, before taking an impulsive decision to lean up and press your lips against his. That seemed to startle him as he gaped as you pulled away. You could see red covering his ears. 

“What, we just went on a date, can I not do that?” you teased, giggling again at his flustered expression. “Come on, it’s not even our first kiss.”

“You…” He stared at you for a moment, maybe fighting his embarrassment or whatever else he was feeling, before finally smiling calmly again. “Thank you for the great date, Y/N. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” 

With those words, he leaned over to peck your lips softly and then walked away.

~

That Saturday you found yourself reminiscing about the carnival visit, curled up in your bed, and looking through the numerous Polaroid photos you two had taken. Jaemin had given you half of them, ‘as is only fair’ and you were trying to pick which ones to put up on your memory board and which ones to keep somewhere safe. 

There were multiple photos where it was just you. Happily smiling, laughing, sometimes in the middle of saying something or eating cotton candy. It was all due to the fact that he never warned you that he was taking a photo, of course, but there was the undeniable fact that you couldn’t remember the last time you had so much fun without another care in the world. 

Then there were the photos you’d taken of him. He’d said he was giving all of them to you. They weren’t as natural as yours were - mainly because you had to specifically take the camera from him every time you wanted to take one - but despite that his smile was bright and genuine. And there was an… unusual glow in his eyes. It felt like he hadn’t been looking at the camera but at you. And like he was still looking through the photo at you. The clenching in your stomach came back so you quickly put the photo you were looking at away. 

He’d also given you the photo of your hands with the rings and one of the two of you that the random lady had taken. On it, you were clinging onto his side, while his arm wrapped around your waist and held you close. You were leaning onto him and his smile was halfway buried in your hair as if he was a second away from pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

The two photos right next to each other left a sweet taste in your mouth. It felt like they were real. It felt like your kinda-not-really-a-date date had been… well, really a date. You couldn’t help but think back to the afternoon you’d spent together, the bubbling excitement in your chest when you were with him and the warmth you felt whenever he smiled at you. 

Your eyes traveled over to your bed where Bunny Nana was comfortably nestled between your pillows. You’d hardly let go of it for the first couple of days since the date. And it’d been your faithful companion for a good night’s sleep throughout the whole week. A small smile curved your lips. 

Turning your gaze back onto the photos, you reached out and picked up one of the photos with only Jaemin on it. Your favorite one. As your fingers traced his face on it, you reached a painful conclusion - your feelings had irreversibly changed. 

You couldn’t tell when. You pushed your brain and you couldn’t come up with any recollection of it happening. And you could swear you hadn’t meant for it to happen.

But you were in love with Jaemin. 

In all honesty, the realization scared you. It scared you when you compared it to what you felt towards Renjun - it had the same bittersweet taste, yet this time felt like so much more. It scared you as you realized that what you’d felt towards Renjun was not there anymore - he was one of your best friends and you didn’t wish him to be anything else anymore. But mostly, it scared you as you realized what you’d brought upon yourself. 

Perhaps this was what Hyuck had tried to warn you about. But you hadn’t fallen for Jaemin because of the sex lessons. You’d fallen for him because he was sweet and caring to you, because he always made sure you were okay, because of the way he always knew how to brighten your day. Because you’d allowed yourself to see him, instead of focusing only on Renjun. As you remembered all the times you’d been together, the little jokes, the shared comforting cuddles as you watched a dumb movie or talked about just anything, the stolen pecks whenever you could excuse them, you couldn’t help but realize how oblivious you’d been to your own heart. 

And that same heart was now thumping in your chest, both exhilarated by the freedom that awareness brought, and terrified of the mess lying ahead of you. 

Because you were closer to Jaemin than you’d ever been to Renjun, and because your feelings were apparently stronger this time, and because you weren’t sure whether you’d manage acting oblivious about them when you were not anymore. 

Because you were terrified of ruining what you had with Jaemin, but it was all your fault for starting the whole thing to begin with. 

~

“Have you and Hyuck had sex already?” you asked, eyes fixed on the ceiling in Karina’s bedroom. The girl looked up from her eyeshadow palette and raised a questioning eyebrow at you. 

“Yeah, we have,”  she answered directly. “Why?” 

“How long did it take you? Like, after you got together, I know that it took you ages to get to that point,” you chuckled. 

“Well, that depends,” your best friend laughed, setting down her makeup brush as she walked over to sit down next to you on the bed. “If you count just messing around a little, we’d been doing that since a long time back.” You couldn’t help the surprised gasp that escaped your lips to which Karina just rolled her eyes jokingly. “But if you mean, like, going all the way or whatever, it didn’t happen right away.” 

You hummed, nibbling on your lower lip. You were overthinking the amount of time you’d been stalling with Jaemin. Especially after your recent revelation. 

“Is this about Renjun again?” Karina asked, taking your hand with a concerned look in her eyes. “Still worried about your lack of experience?”

“Yeah,” you lied almost too easily. You trusted your best friend with your whole heart, but you did not feel ready to open up about everything that had been going on. You hoped she’d forgive you for hiding it from her. 

“Babe, he’s known you for years,” she said gently, squeezing your hand. “If your lack of experience can be a breaking point for him, then he’s not the right one for you. Plus, corruption kink is a thing, you know.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. 

“It’s not only that, Rina,” you muttered, hugging one of her fluffy pillows. “I’m still scared of what it’s gonna be like. What if the moment comes but I’m too scared to do it? Or what if I keep waiting for ‘the right time’ but it never comes? What if he’s okay with waiting for me but I ruin everything because I’m too self-conscious?” 

“Y/N,” she chuckled softly. “All those ‘what if’s are in your head. What if he’s happy to just have you by his side? What if he wants you to feel comfortable with him rather than just get it over with?” 

You bit your lips, thinking over her words. Of course, she was thinking about you in a potential relationship with Renjun, but you were thinking about how many different ways there were for you to ruin things with Jaemin. Yeah, to him it was just about helping you learn. But you guessed he was expecting that at some point he’d fuck you, and that was something he had made clear he’d like to do, even that he’d thought about it. And, well, he probably wouldn’t have agreed if that weren’t the case. What if he was disappointed that you kept stalling? Yeah, he’d never even hinted at that, but… 

You’d also thought about telling off the deal. Not because you didn’t want to go through with it, you actually wanted to do it more than when you had initially. And that was dangerous. What if it became impossible to hold back once you’d slept with him? But then again, how do you explain why you wanna give up the lessons halfway without lying but also without telling the truth? 

“You’re overthinking again, aren’t you?” Karina pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked at her, pouting at being caught. “Listen, do you remember how it was the first time you were with a girl?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, smiling a bit at the memory. “We were both so lost and I was terrified of doing something wrong.” 

“And did you do something wrong?” she prompted.

“Probably,” you laughed a little. “But it got easier after that. I felt comfortable with her.”

“Exactly,” Karina winked at you and grinned. “Whether it’s Renjun that you get to be with or not, this is something that you’ll be able to talk about, and you’ll know how far you wanna go and when. Just go with what feels right to you. If it makes you feel better, I was anxious too the first time Donghyuck and I had sex. And for all his big talk, he was just as anxious.” 

“Thanks,” you smiled at her gratefully. You did feel a bit better. There was still a lot you couldn’t talk to her about, but even so, she’d managed to reassure you. 

“Of course,” she waved her hand in an ‘it’s nothing’ gesture. “Now, you can repay me by helping me with my eyeliner.”

~

You’d made up your mind. Your talk with Karina had made you reach a conclusion and you were going to stick with it before you ended up overthinking again and convincing yourself against it. 

“Nana, you’re home, right?” you asked over the phone, a little breathless from the fast walking.

“Yeah, why?” the boy on the other side asked, confused by your sudden call. 

“Can you come down and open the door please?” 

“I’ll come in a second,” he said quickly, and indeed a moment later, he was opening the door for you, a worried look in his eyes. “Is everything okay? Are you alright?” 

You couldn’t stop a chuckle from escaping you as you nodded in confirmation and walked inside. 

“Yes, everything’s fine, I just…” you started, then bit your lips as you searched for the right words. When you didn’t find them, you reached into your handbag and pulled out your most recent purchase, handing it to him. 

He stared at your outstretched hand for a long moment, before looking up at your face again, eyebrows raised in question. You weren’t sure what to say so you just stood there for a while, hoping he’d speak up sooner or later. His eyes fell again to the condom in your hand and he laughed voicelessly. 

“And here I thought something bad had happened to you,” he said finally, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall behind him. 

“Sorry,” you chuckled a little awkwardly. “I just wanted to get here before I change my mind.” 

Your eyes drifted away from him, heart beating loudly in your ears and you briefly wondered if the tension in your body was concealed or if he could see the shaking of your hands. 

“Of course, if it’s a bad time, I can go…” you said quickly, realizing that you’d just appeared out of nowhere without a warning. 

“No, no, it’s as good a time as any,” he said in what you supposed was meant to be a reassuring tone. Yet you either imagined or caught a slight nervousness in his voice. “Come, let’s go upstairs.”

You knew the way to his bedroom with your eyes closed by now. The familiarity of the place did not, however, take off the edge of tension. When you entered, he didn’t sit down. Instead, he looked at you with serious eyes. 

“Princess, if I’m understanding right, you’re here because you want me to have sex with you,” he started, pausing to give you time to disagree. You didn’t. “Are you sure about it?” 

“Yes, I am,” you nodded. “I’ve thought about it a lot and I want to do it. The more I let myself worry, the more I’ll stall.” 

“And you’re sure that you’re ready?” he asked again, stepping closer to you and wrapping his arms gently around your waist. “I promised to help you and I will, but you know that I don’t want you to feel pressured to do something like this.”

“I know, Jaem,” you said, barely hearing your voice yourself. A confession was almost on your lips, but you’d already prepared what you could say to him instead. “Yes, I’m anxious, but I trust you. I’ve thought about this enough to know that I want to do it with you.”

“Okay,” he responded softly, a small smile curving his lips. “Let me know if you change your mind at any point.” 

All it took was a nod from you and his lips were pressed against yours. It started slow, almost as if both of you were just savoring the moment and you loved it. Then he took a step back to his bed, pulling you with him.

Before you had time to think about it, you were sitting in his lap, legs on both sides of his. Your fingers buried in his hair and his hands gripping onto your sides almost desperately. You rolled your hips down and he pulled away from the kiss to groan quietly, then pressed his lips against your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your skin. You let out a shaky breath and leaned your head to the side. When he pulled away, your eyes met and you felt an excited shiver run down your spine. 

“Princess, can I take off your clothes?” he asked, a reassuring smile curving his lips. “And I’m gonna need to hear you on this, okay?”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, but leaned down to peck his lips. 

“Okay,” you agreed as you looked at him again. “Yes, you can, and if it’s okay, take yours off as well, please.” 

You had just a second to register his pleased smile before he started undressing you. His fingers started swiftly working on pulling off your top and then followed your shorts, leaving you in a mismatched white lacy bra and panties with kittens. An amused chuckle left his lips and he smirked at you teasingly. 

“Listen, I wasn’t planning on this when I was getting ready in the morning,” you defended yourself, flustered with embarrassment. 

“That’s okay, it’s cute,” he smiled and pecked your nose. Then he carefully lifted you by the thighs and let you sit on the bed instead. “Get comfortable for me, okay? I’ll be with you in a second.” 

You nodded, yet didn’t move at all, instead choosing to watch as he took off his clothes. You’d seen him naked many times already yet it never failed to amaze you. And, well, more or less you were looking with new eyes, heart pounding loudly in your chest as you marveled at the sight. Plus, you were naked in front of him for the first time as well… 

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll end up forgetting to take it slow,” Jaemin chuckled and you quickly shifted your gaze to his face instead, heat rushing to your face, but also between your legs. He stepped in front of you again and leaned down to be closer to you. “Now, I want you to promise me, if something feels good, you tell me, if something doesn’t, you also tell me.” 

“I will,” you nodded, smiling a little. There was something in the way he spoke, confident yet ever so caring, that made you want to let him do just anything he wanted. 

“Good girl,” he said, pecking your forehead. “Now, first of all, foreplay - always a good thing, goes both ways. But since I’m excited enough as it is, we’ll focus on you this time, okay?” 

He waited for you to voice out your agreement before helping you move up on the bed and get comfortable, hovering over you as he kissed you again. His lips moved against yours slowly and sensually, as one of his hands took hold of your waist. Then it started sliding upwards, moving to your back so he could unclip your bra almost too easily. You expected him to pull away and look, but his lips remained on yours. It was only his fingers that carefully found their way under the fabric and gently rubbed over your nipple. You let out a whimper in the kiss and felt him smirk a little. 

For a short moment, it was as if he was just playing around, fondling your breast or pinching your nipple occasionally. And while you did like it, it was annoyingly not enough. Reluctantly you pulled away from your kiss and pouted at him. 

“Jaem, please, I need you to do more,” you asked quietly, a pleased smile from him meeting your words. And god, you realized, you’d do anything to see more of those. 

“That’s it, I want to hear how I can do better at all times,” he said, almost as if he’d just been testing you. Although you’d guess that he was also just teasing you. Both were equally plausible.

But you didn’t have time to ponder over that as his lips pressed against your jaw and started working their way down. In the meantime, he got rid of your bra, yet you were surprised when suddenly something wet brushed along your nipple. You gasped and looked down to Jaemin looking up at you with a playful spark in his eyes. He hadn’t asked yet you still nodded and then his lips wrapped around the sensitive bud.

He sucked and teased it with his tongue, then moved along to the other one, drawing small whimpers out of you as he worked you up little by little. At one point though, his lips stopped a little higher up your chest and he started sucking persistently on that spot. He only pulled away when you couldn’t help but squirm a little. 

“Did you just leave a hickey on my boob?” you scoffed in amusement, eyebrows raised. 

“Not exactly your boob but close enough,” he grinned. “It’s not that high up, you can hide it, don’t worry.” 

You hadn’t even thought about that. You couldn’t tell him that you didn’t care, so instead you just nodded. You waited for a moment but he didn’t do anything else and you could feel anxiousness starting to build up in you again. 

“So what comes now?” you asked, cringing internally at how dumb that sounded. “I mean like-” you tried to explain but he shushed you with a peck. 

“Can I eat you out?” he asked with a smile that felt too innocent for his question. 

“God, please do,” you blurted out. The knowing look on his face told you that he knew how much you’d wanted that, yet he didn’t say anything. 

Instead, with small open-mouthed kisses, he made his way down your body, settling between your legs. He took a moment to just press featherlight kisses along your thighs. Then his lips pressed against your still clothed clit and your thighs twitched. You couldn’t help but moan quietly when you felt his tongue glide over your soaked slit through your panties. It was so good but it could be so much better, you thought and squirmed a little. You felt his light chuckle more than you heard it as he slowly dragged down your underwear and threw it to the side. And then finally, finally, his tongue met your bare pussy. 

As his lips wrapped around your clit and his tongue pressed down on it lightly, you could swear you were going to lose your mind by the time he was done. And it would be worth it. He lapped kittenishly at the sensitive spot, only moving occasionally to focus on your slit for a short while instead. You were a moaning mess almost too quickly but it all felt so good you couldn’t even feel embarrassed about it. 

Jaemin’s fingers brushed along your thighs and you couldn’t tell if he meant to tease you or not but you couldn’t help but squirm in his hold. He chuckled against you, sending a shiver down your spine and a whine out your lips. 

“Nana, can you please…” you mustered up the courage to speak up, although not very coherently “fingers, your fingers…” 

He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting his lips and your clit. When he licked his lips, it broke, but the sight of his puffy lips glistening with your arousal was enough to have you whimpering again. 

“You want my fingers inside of you, princess?” he asked to confirm and you nodded quickly. “Of course, anything for you,” he smiled and one of his hands immediately reached down between your legs.

His fingers brushed over your hole teasingly before one of them slipped inside you pumping slowly. You squirmed in pleasure, grasping at the bedsheet as you struggled to hold back a moan. Jaemin didn’t seem to help with that though, as his tongue was back on you a moment later. Between his mouth and his finger curling inside you and pressing against your walls, you were easily far too gone. 

“So good,” you whimpered out. “So close, please, don’t stop,” you pleaded, feeling the orgasm building up dangerously. 

Diligently, he obeyed your plea and soon you were slipping over the edge, a moan of his name on your lips, fingers clutching the sheets in a death grip. His tongue worked on you gently until you started calming down finally and only then did he pull away and sit up to look at you. 

“Such a sweet princess you are,” he praised gently and reached over to stroke your head. When you blinked up at him in confusion, he chuckled. “You let me know what you wanted and you also told me what felt good.” 

“You take such a strong stance on that whole thing,” you muttered and he laughed. 

“Because that’s how you learn, babe,” he pointed out. “You listen to what the other person says. I want you to feel good, and I also want you to understand that it’s okay to voice out your needs or preferences, okay?” 

What he said made sense, and although it wasn’t something you were hearing for the first time, you guessed it was nice of him to make sure that you felt comfortable enough to apply it in practice. But that was not what made butterflies rise in your stomach. It was the pet name. Jaemin often called you princess. While it always made you feel soft and mushy on the inside, you were used to it and didn’t give it too much thought. But babe? Babe was something only Karina called you platonically. But babe was also something that from him sounded too nice. You brushed the thought away. 

“Okay,” you agreed. “Can I touch you?” you asked and that earned you another one of those gorgeous pleased smiles. 

“Be my guest,” he said, leaning down to peck your neck again. “Oh, how I would love to cover you in love bites,” he mumbled against your skin and you couldn’t tell if he was telling you or just thinking out loud. You wanted to tell him that he could, but a small still rational part in your brain convinced you against it. 

Hooking one of your arms over his shoulder, you reached your free hand out and carefully wrapped it around his cock, stroking it slowly. You teased the tip and Jaemin exhaled slowly against your skin, burying his face in your neck. You sped up your hand movement a little, squeezing your fingers around him gently and he groaned, grabbing your hips. 

“Is this good?” you asked quietly, heart thumping in your chest. 

“So good,” he groaned, pressing his lips to your collarbone shortly. “But if you could do it faster, it would be amazing.” 

You were happy to oblige, even happier when you felt him shiver in your arms. Yet as soon as a moan escaped his lips, he was fumbling to stop you. 

“I don’t want to come before I’m inside you,” he explained breathlessly to your quizzical look and you bit your lips. 

Right. He would soon be inside you. That same dick you were just stroking would be entering you and nervousness found its way to you again.

“Princess, stay with me,” Jaemin called out, stroking your hair gently. “Are you still sure you want to do this?” 

“I am,” you confirmed, your free arm joining the other one around his neck. “I’m just nervous. Is it going to hurt?” 

“It might,” he confirmed what you already knew. “But for that reason, we have…” Instead of finishing his sentence, he reached over to his bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. “You’re already quite wet, but it’s always easier with some additional help.” 

You nodded in understanding and he sat back up to pour some of the liquid onto his fingers. He rubbed his fingers together to make sure they were properly covered and then brought them down between your legs. You shivered slightly at the cool wet feeling and Jaemin looked up at you. 

“Oh, no, I’m okay,” you quickly assured him. “Go for it.” 

Two of his fingers pushed inside you slowly. It wasn’t your first time using lube so you knew what to expect, but you still couldn’t help but moan at the feeling as his fingers started working inside you and spreading you out. As you relaxed more into his touch, he carefully added a third finger and you let out something between a gasp and a moan. Jaemin chuckled quietly, rubbing his thumb over your clit. 

“If you do that again, I might actually cry,” you whimpered and he laughed. “I think… I don’t really know, but I think I’ll be fine like this, can we…” 

“Yes, princess?” he chirped as if he didn’t know crystal clear what you meant. You scoffed, feeling heat rush down your whole body. 

“Jaemin, just fuck me already, please,” you said as decisively as you could without your voice shaking. 

“Come here, princess,” he smiled, pulling you to sit up in front of him. “You’ll help me put on the condom.” 

“Why me?” you asked, narrowing your eyebrows. “I think you know how to do it yourself.” 

“I do know,” he rolled his eyes jokingly, “but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t feel nice if you did it instead.” 

You let out a small ‘oh’ and nodded, so he smiled and handed you the packet. When you looked down, you noticed it wasn’t the one you’d brought and chuckled slightly at the idea that he had been prepared already. You tore it open and pulled out the rubber. 

“Squeeze it here,” Jaemin instructed and your fingers pinched at the closed end. “Now put it on and roll it down.” 

You followed through, experimentally stroking his shaft a couple of times once it was fully on. 

“Good enough?” you asked, looking up to meet Jaemin’s eyes again. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning up and kissing him shortly. 

“Perfect,” he smiled. 

He reached over for the lube once again, pouring some of it on his hand again and then stroking himself a few times as you watched a little curiously. Jaemin used his free hand to tilt up your chin and tsked quietly. You pouted but he pecked away your pout and pushed you back until you were laying down again. 

“Ready?” he asked and despite the anxious shiver that ran down your spine, you said yes. 

It started out slow. You wouldn’t say it was really that painful but you could definitely feel the stretch, thankful for the lube Jaemin had generously applied. You heard yourself whimper out at some point and he immediately stopped, peppering your face with little kisses. 

“I’m good,” you assured him with a trembling voice, gently threading your fingers through his hair, “kiss me and keep going.” 

And he did. His lips pressed against yours in what was probably the sweetest and most gentle kiss in your life so far. At the same time, his hips pushed forward again. You got so lost in the kiss that it took you a while to notice that he’d stopped again. He was already fully inside you, you realized, as you broke the kiss. 

“How are you feeling, princess?” he asked quietly. 

“Good, I’m feeling good,” you said honestly, brushing through his hair, already damp with sweat. “How are you feeling?” 

“Never been better,” he chuckled, pecking your nose. “You feel so good around me. And you’re doing so good.” 

“Is it hard for you to go so slow and hold back?” you smiled, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger. You were beaming on the inside from his praise though. 

“Don’t think about it, okay?” he grinned and you giggled. “Take your time and tell me when you’re okay to go on.” 

“It’s okay, Jaem, you can move,” you said and he raised his eyebrows doubtfully. “I’m sure, just don’t go all out on me from the start, hm?” 

“As you say,” he smiled and pecked you again. 

And then started moving slowly. It took you a moment to get used to the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of you, but soon enough you were already moaning softly, gripping onto his hair in pleasure. You made sure to let him know that you liked it, that you were okay with going faster, with going harder and he followed through. 

You were seeing stars again. Jaemin was working his magic on you again, your moans were mixing with his and the sounds of sex. When he leaned down to kiss you again, you whimpered against his lips. You were so close to cumming again and by the tension in his body, you could guess he was too. 

“Jaem, I’m close,” you whimpered as you pulled away from the kiss and he smiled against your lips. “Keep going, please.” 

“Of course, princess,” he responded, voice raspy and low and you could cum just from that.

Truth be told, it took so little after that that maybe you did indeed. Your orgasm washed over you so intensely that you were digging your nails in his shoulder blades so hard you were sure you’d leave marks, only self-aware enough to move your hands from his hair before you’d pulled out a chunk of it.

You only somewhat registered Jaemin cumming as well once he started gradually slowing down and came to a stop. You were both panting heavily, too blown out to even move at the moment. You brought one of your hands up again to stroke his hair gently and his forehead dropped onto your shoulder. 

You weren’t sure how long you’d spent that way before he finally moved, pulling out of you and taking off the condom. You sat up in the bed crossing your legs as he tied the rubber, then went to throw it in the bin. Then he came to sit next to you, pushing a few sweaty strands of hair away from your face. 

“So… how do you feel, princess?” he asked carefully. “Does it hurt anywhere? Did you like it?” 

“I feel honestly great,” you hummed, smiling a little. “It was amazing. I knew I made a good choice with you, thank you so much.” 

“Well, congrats, your basic Sex Ed course has been completed, you’re ready to conquer a man’s bed,” he smiled in response and ruffled your hair. 

Despite the lighthearted truth in his statement, your heart clenched painfully. 

“Nana, can I go take a shower?” you asked instead of acknowledging his words. 

If he noticed your avoidance, he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he found you a towel to use, brought your clothes to the bathroom for you, and explained to you which bottle contained what. He didn’t offer to join you and you couldn’t decide whether you were relieved or disappointed. You didn’t offer either. 

As hot water started pouring on you, you let out a quiet sight. There was no doubt anymore. You were down, and you were down bad. You couldn’t go back to being Jaemin’s friend. It had been easier with Renjun, you’d only ever imagined what being with him would be like. But with Jaemin, you knew. And you didn’t know if you could bear letting it go. 

You ordered yourself not to cry. As you washed your body, your eyes fell on the hickey he’d left you. You reminisced over the past three months. About all the times he’d stolen kisses from you for no apparent reason. About his little remarks of ‘I imagined this’ or ‘I wanted to do this’ or ‘I’ve been waiting for this’. About the way he looked at you sometimes. About the game stall owner’s words. About the photos. 

A small traitorous part of you wanted to put those pieces together and maybe hope that he’d have some feelings for you too. It sounded too good to be real, yet what if… 

Clinging onto that little hope, you dried your body, got dressed again, and returned to his bedroom. He’d put on loose gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt while you were gone and he looked too good in that. You couldn’t help yourself as you walked over and pecked his lips. 

“Thank you,” you said softly. 

“You don’t need to thank me for anything,” he smiled in response. “Would you like to stay over?” 

“Sorry, my parents will be waiting for me,” you shook your head. Half a truth, as your parents were indeed home but you’d doubted they would disagree if you told them where you were. You just needed some time to think everything through. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school, okay?” 

You could have imagined the disappointment on his face. But as you made your way home, you let the idea warm you up. By the time you reached your front door, you’d made up your mind - distancing yourself would be impossible, and hiding your feelings was going to do you more harm than good.

You were going to be honest with him.

~

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