#Loves being the center of attention and can get jealous quite easily

[clownsuu]

Hi!! Does Robbie like scary movies!? How would he act while watching one or even better, if he was in a horror movie? I was watching a scary movie with him on Character AI and was wondering! (Also I absolutely love your art, very yummy) :D

He’d be the type to be like “yeah babe let’s go watch a scary movie together so you can be scared and I can cuddle u all protective-like nYEHEHEHEH *sparkling rizz eyes*” and then IMMEDIATELY be terrified in the first 10 minutes smhh

cw big ol cleaver/knife

This is mostly an excuse to draw my boi in another one of my boi’s clothes- aka Robert c o u g h-

also him as a killer? Absolute total c h a o s- he can be quite cute and quirky at first but slowly get chaotic and go crazy go stupid smhhh. Similar to his mob version where he can get absolutely violent and chaotic, except he’s just almost nothing but that in this-

also if he was anything but the killer he’d be the first person to be killed LMAOOO

[mehkers]

First Day of School! …in the human realm!?

Ndfnjfjd- Sitting in my first period while writing this

Basically it’s just how the boy’s first impressions would be from another student perspective (not Mc).

Warnings: Cursing, none rlly

It takes place in a high school environment

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Lucifer

Edgy mf

People would look at him and just know that he probably listens to MCR

Rbf the entire time

I think he’s already gained some frown lines

Def gives off ‘I’m better than you puny creatures’

Always reached his classroom on time (or earlier)

All the girls love him, and their boyfriends hate him

Is quite polite when you talk with him, but his annoyed expression says otherwise

Mammon

IM TOO YOUNG AND HOT TO BE STUCK IN PRISON

Shuts up when he gets punched by Lucifer

He gets along with everyone easily

The loudest in the class… possibly the entire school

Wearing designer clothes, so he attracts a lot of attention

Is always lost

Man doesn’t know how to read a map

He’s already made a bunch of friends

Loves school but hates the studying part (Me too Mamms 😔)

Leviathan

Save him please

His gloomy vibes is spreading to everyone

The amount of Ruri-Chan keychains he has on his bag is making too much noise

THIS IS NOT A SUITABLE ENVIRONMENT FOR A SHUT-IN OTAKU

He had to have his ass dragged by Beel who was also carrying Belphie

He is extremely shy and jumpy

Will stick to himself to entire time

Buuuut, as soon as he sees any anime merch- He’s surprisingly louder than Mammon

He wouldn’t have much friends, but he’s at least made an effort to talk to some people

Satan

Sighs

He gives Dr. Ratio vibes (hsr ref)

Look at all these peasants- WAIT IS THAT A DETECTIVE NOVEL YOU’RE READING!?

You all know it, I don’t even have to say it.. He’s in the library

I can only imagine his devastation when he sees the ‘library’ at my school

If it’s a good library, like an actual library, bro is gonna have the biggest and brightest smile the entire day that it actually becomes a bit creepy

If it’s a lame-ass library, like barely any books, you’d look at him from across the hallway and think he killed a person

Would throw a fit (I would know, cuz I did too)

He’s very charming, so all the ladies would def keep their eyes on him

He’s befriended the students, the teachers, the staff, the janitor, the PRINCIPAL-

Asmodues

Oh hun, he’s already the queen bee and center of all the drama in school

Everyone’s insecure when they see his pretty ass strutting down the halls

Not even the school air can get him

Dude already has all the scoop (he may or may not have been the reason for most it)

People would probably look at him and think ‘Oh.. he’s that popular type..”

But when they talk to him, he’s actually super sweet!

Just uh.. ignore how many students he’s already kissed ._.

Beelzebub

Tallest mofo there

Is constantly being stopped and complimented cause of his height

He’s not reserved or shy, he just doesn’t talk much

He’s the one guy who has a whole snack stall in his backpack

His locker is just filled with snacks

He is rocking gym class and/or weight training class

He’s made friends with all the jocks

Everyone’s scared of him after seeing him go on a hunger rampage when the cafeteria didn’t give him enough food-

Belphegor

If you think he’d make an effort to talk to anyone

You’re dead wrong

He’s every teacher’s worst nightmare

Sleeping in every class

Even while he’s walking down the halls

Kept getting in trouble cause of it? but since he’s a little shit, he didn’t care

Everyone mostly stayed clear of him since he gave off the ‘wake me up and your dead’ vibes

He answers every question right tho

Would totally tempt the other students to give into laziness and despair just to mess with them

And to add on to Lucifer’s growing collection of white hair

Hasn’t made any friends by the end of the day

+Bonus~!

Mc

Biggest badass

Literally survived RAD, a human school should be fine

Everyone’s confused and jealous how some random person has the attention of all the 7 new students

Literally untouchable

Talk of the town since they entered the school with the brothers

Don’t even try, you don’t have a chance to get with them

[nobody-nexus]

Okay so... I have an AU idea for TADC

So seeing all of these AUs for TADC around gave me an idea for one, and if I get enough positive feedback I'll probably draw stuff about it. The name for it is called The Sinful Circus AU. The concept is that the digital circus is a prison for some of the worst prisoners of all. Each one of the circus members are themed after one of the seven deadly sins, and their crime reflected of that. (Note: Lust, in this context, is NOT sexual- but more manipulation. Please keep that in mind)

Caine was the very first prisoner forced to put on the headset. He was Specimen 0, and therefore in there the longest. So long that he forgot he was even a human being in the first place, instead thinking he's an omnipresent AI. His real name is Camerom Ringler, and his sin was Pride. Crimes he committed involve fraud, identity theft, use of illegal substances, and various other unknown crimes

The second longest lasting prisoner is an older man named Roman Kingston, and his sin was Greed, using his royal status as a prince to steal from thousands of people. The circus made him insane, and now he's just in his own world, claiming a small portion of the place as 'his kingdom' while not being all quite there at the same time

The next was a woman named Amanda Dollie, who's sin was Sloth. She was the head secretary for the president at the time of her sentence, but she hadn't been a good one. She made a number of short cuts which lead to a near economic collapse. The circus pushes her around often, even though she can be put back together easily, it's still painful and hard to handle a lot of the time

Next was Jackson Conejito. His sin was Lust, but not in the way most think when hearing that. It was an intense longing for hatred and to cause havoc and chaos, becoming a menace DUE to this longing. Robbery, breaking and entering, and arson to name a few- this longing to give others hate grew more and more until he was finally caught. He's the least affected within the circus, but his bunny like appearance was a more ironic punishment

Soon enough the next one was a girl named Grace Mezzanine- who's sin was Envy. Due to her front of being a constantly happy and cheery person, most were surprised when it turned out that the lovable woman was a murderer- killing people who upset her or made herself conscious and jealous. Her love for musical theater taught her how to act, so her circus body being just as spineless as she was made the most sense

Second to last was Zoe Clash, who's biggest sin was Gluttony. They couldn't get enough attention, being the most well-known sinful criminal. A media star that, due to being so obsessed with beauty and being the center of attention, lead to the second most deaths even if indirectly. To match the ugliness in their heart, they turned into something that's hard to describe aside from 'unnatural' and 'mismatching'

The last currently alive, and the most recent of them all, was Polina Shutnik. Not much was known about the woman. She was born in Russia but grew up fully American. She caused the most deaths out of the people stuck in there. Anything that's considered a weapon will put the normally tired and anxious woman into a murdering machine until she passes out or the item is ripped from her hands. She's also the one who remembers the least about herself in the circus. All she remembers is having a headset put onto her head. She takes the form of a jester, confused and scared whilst looking for a way out

These seven aren't the only ones who were put in here, but most abstract into torturous monsters that the coders that keep them within use to hurt them constantly. Abstraction happens when the human body of the prisoner dies, and the headset isn't taken off within seconds after their death

These seven prisoners, here to live the rest of their lives within this digital torment... Or maybe not

(If you have any thoughts for this AU- let me know! I wanna work on this more because I find the idea cool and interesting!)

[fatuismooches]

Been stuck with the idea of a reader that constantly has animals following them around🤭🤭

Dottore doesn't understand it at all, he can glance away from you for only a second and when he looks back there's already a flock of birds surrounding them. They don't get it either, but at least the birds are very cute!

Dottore and reader are out on an expedition? There's a few foxes padding after them and birds flying over them. Dottore is trying to have a nice and quiet moment with them? Nope, there's deer nibbling on their hair and cats resting in their lap.

They can't take a nap outside either... they'll wake up covered with a bunch of cats on them. And it's worse when more dangerous animals start following after them... wolves, rishboland tigers, even a vishap one time... (No, Dottore will not let them keep any of them, no matter how cutely they pout and whine)

Some of the animals get hostile and guard them, even from Dottore (which he definitely finds irritating and even jealous when he sees them try to calm the animals down and cuddles them so nicely. That should be him! Not some random strays!)

Really, the only good thing coming out of it for Dottore is that he can get samples for testing more easily. Not that they want him to do that... I mean, how could you hurt a precious little fox when it's so cute?

I think Dottore would only really be a fan of corvids, considering that you can train them to bring items back to you, and he's definitely somewhat won over when a raven brings back some mechanical parts it found (he's not going to admit he likes the birds, quit staring at him like that)

SQUEALING I LOVE THIS DEARLY!!!! It's a bit funny and confusing to you how animals like someone like you so much... someone who's affiliated with Dottore of all people... but you'll take it! They're so cute anyway 🥰 I bet Dottore probably tried to study you and figure out what about you draws animals to you so much - your scent? Personality? Looks? Something internal? In the end, he couldn't figure it out, so he's just accepted that no matter what this is the reality now. At this point, he just brings you along for company... no work is being done, as least not effectively, by you when all these animals are stealing your attention 😒

The first few times it happens, he thinks it's amusing, but then he realizes that Rishboland tigers are lying on your lap instead of him... and you're not even helping dissect the Ruin Guard with him 😡 Okay but consider: The Emerald Finch landing on Dottore's head 🥺 They're both blue and fluffy and you point out the similarities and he gets mad. NOT THE VISHAP THOUGH!! 😭 Though having a friendly vishap would be kind of cute 🥺 HEHE reader and Zandik going shopping for dorm supplies in the Akademiya but they get so sidetracked and behind time because cats keep swarming you 🥰 (He pets them a little bit because he has a soft spot because I said so)

Dottore getting kind of jealous is funny though... he never thought he would get jealous of something that's not even human. But, he knows at the end of the day, he's always your number one, the center of your world... as you are for him (completely obsessed with each other couple)

AWWWW THE CORVIDS HC 😭 His favs are definitely the crows and ravens (he literally has major bird themes/refs in his outfit, no way he isn't a fan 😭) You literally worked your ass off to train them, 1. because they're cute and 2. you wanted to prove Dottore wrong and you did. You know he adores those little things even though he shoo-es them away and then they start flying around his lab causing chaos. HELP i can just imagine him sending his bird to spy on other people now... I also personally hc Dottore as a cat enjoyer (because I'm biased) he likes how they're quiet, and when they fall asleep on his lap, but he gets so caught up in his work he forgets they're there though, and stands up and then the poor kitty just jumps up and runs away 😓

[chaoticbardlady99]

Darling, Never Stop Haunting Me, MDNI 18+

Chapter 11: Lullabies for the Restless

Astarion x Ghost! Reader

Synopsis: You and Astarion run into trouble in Daggerford. With both of you separated and Astarion being God's only knows where- you are forced to comply with a Priest of Lathander to save him.

CW: Violence, blood, kidnapping, dead dove, smut, PIV sex, fingering, bathtub sex

Chapter 10: Chapter 12 : AO3

“Excuse me, Miss?”

 You turn in the direction of the voice and don’t see anything. You have to be losing it- that’s the only explanation. 

“Goodness- DOWN HERE MISS!”

 You look down and see the smallest Gnome you have ever seen. His eyes are bright green with a hint of worry and his hair stands out on all ends- he has either just woken up from a bender, in the middle of one, or he is preparing for one. He reeks of booze and it takes everything within you not to gag.

 Daggerford has easily become one of your least favorite towns. Everyone is self-important and they seem to think they are a big City and not the sneeze of a former dynasty. It’s quite literally a farming town- yes, the market is nice and there are quite a few vendors, but other than that, there isn’t much else. 

 You were waiting for Astarion outside the only tavern and inn in town when this Gnome approached you. Where is the man when you need him?  

“I apologize,” you say awkwardly, “uh what can I do to help you?”

 The Gnome hiccups and points at your violin laying in it’s case.

“It’s too damn quiet in there- I am piss drunk and can still hear myself think!”

“Oh, that sucks. I’m sorry.”

 The Gnome looks irritated.

“You aren’t even going to offer to help?”

Oh. OH!

 You don’t even squeeze the words out of you as you go racing into the Tavern- people cheer upon your arrival and the sight of the violin. It smells like the Gnome died in here- the smell of Booze is horrific. 

 You probably should have thought to wait for Astarion, but you are sure he will find you. 

 Right?

 You take center stage and breathe deepily through your nose- the butterflies have surged to life in your stomach and if you were capable of throwing up, truly throwing up, you probably would have the moment you stepped up on the stage. 

 You feel dizzy, alive and yet you are barely present when you strike the first note on the violin. The music flits through the air and grabs at people’s hands, pulling their stumbling figures towards the dance floor. 

 Lovers swing around with each other, friends goofily dance while trying to attract the attention of a lovely patron goer, but the best sight in the Tavern is when Astarion steps in and smiles at you from the door. He looks so proud of you and you would be lying to yourself if you said it doesn’t make you happy. You like that Astarion is proud of you- proud to be with you. 

  The adoring eye contact certainly makes it even better.

 Song three, four, and five go by without any issues- the energy is still lively and everyone seems happy. A few individuals came up to ask you if you would sit with them for a drink afterwards and you awkwardly stumble through the conversation- most of them going.

“I uh have an Astarion- sorry.”

 No one has any idea what that means so it hasn’t really deterred them, but Astarion coming up and kissing you in front of the whole crowd after one of your songs seemed to pass the message along. You can hear some people whispering about how jealous of you they are- apparently quite a few people had had their eyes on Astarion this evening. 

  It feels like a fairytale- you finally get to perform in a Tavern again and this time, you won’t be drained by a Vampire! 

 The note of your last song rings through the air and you bow, but the majority of the tavern goers are begging you for an encore.

 Minus one.

“Thank GODS- my ears can finally STOP BLEEDING!”

 A drunk bloke at the bar leers at you and the entire tavern goes silent. Everyone looks quite furious, but they don’t want to say anything. They all look nervously at the very nicely dressed Human man as he continues to sling insult after insult at you.

“You are a homely little thing, aren’t you? You look like you need a good fuck- you are looking a little blue, Moss Licker.”

 The one problem with being tinted blue- everyone thinks you are a half-drow and it has definitely caused quite a few people to walk away from you with a broken nose- courtesy of Astarion, of course. 

 You clear your throat, “I am sorry you are insecure in your masculinity that you feel the need to insult me in front of an entire crowd that was just enjoying my music.

“I bet your penis is as small as your vocabulary,” you leer back at him, “I bet it’s miniscule.”

 The human male stands up and storms over- his face bright red with anger and alcohol. 

“I should have you hung-”

 And that was apparently Astarion’s cue. He grabs the man by the back of his shirt as he tries to climb the stage and he promptly throws him to the ground. The tavern erupts with chaos. Guards rush forward to help the Human Male and when they go to grab Astarion- you send them flying back across the Tavern- the patrons barely ducking in time to avoid the rush of wind. 

 You jump down and try to run towards Astarion who is trying to get to you and drag you out of the Tavern so you can both make a quick escape, but a woman is suddenly in front of you and blows a powder into your eyes.

 The world becomes dark, but blurry and time moves slowly. The last thing you hear before going completely under is the sound of a door being closed. 

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 You sit up with a jolt- your eyes hurt from whatever powder that had been blown into them and your body feels like a lead weight. The room is dark- darker than any room you have been in lately and Astarion is nowhere to be found. 

 You weakly get yourself up off the floor and you notice the door is barred, but there are some stairs that are poorly lit as well. The woman who blew the powder in your face stands on the other side of the bars- a wicked grin on her lips.

“Whe-where is-” you try to sound ferocious, but you are too disoriented.

“Your violence happy leech Lover?” she smirks, “don’t worry, he’s safe and still has his fancy sunwalking ring. I suppose we will find out if he’s meant to be in this world still or not, together.”

 You feel absolutely frozen. Who is this woman and what does she wish to do with Astarion?

“My name is Maeve- I am a Priestess of Lathander- and you, you wretched, disgusting creature, insulted Daggerford’s Duke and your undead leech broke his nose.”

“Ple-”

“I’m not finished talking,” she snaps.

 You gulp and the panic in your chest is overwhelming. Where is Astarion? Is he okay? What is going to happen to him?

“There is a yearly tradition here in Daggerford,” Maeve begins, “after the warm weather ends, a Bard of Lathander usually enters the tunnels, plays a little song, and soothes the spirits of the restless Undead as they wander about these halls.

“Luckily enough for you creatures, our Bard was stripped and experimented on by a Necromancer that has decided to make a home here. We can’t risk sending more people down there.”

 Alive people, right. You think with a grimace, I suppose that means Astarion and I are fair game. 

 “Sooth the restless undead and I will tell you where I buried your lover- for safekeeping. I can assure you that he is still alive,” she says with another wicked grin, “but comfortable? Well- he was certainly screaming for your help as more dirt was piled on.”

 No. 

 That is Astarion’s single worst fear- being buried alive was the most horrific thing that has ever happened to him and you weren’t there to save him last time and now you aren’t there this time.

 You failed him.

 Tears are falling down your face without your permission and you swear you see a flicker of empathy in the woman’s eyes as you fall to your knees.

“Pl-please,” you beg, “I will take his place- he knows how to sing at least, surely-”

“No- get rid of the necromancer and soothe the dead. That is the only way you will ever be able to see him or the light of day again.”

 The woman walks up the stairs, leaving you in shock and fear. 

 The catacombs are beginning to become more and more present in your reality now that the initial shock is gone. The air is tepid and silent, the only thing you can hear is the creaking of things far away and you know that sound well enough as is. 

 Skeletons. Your least favorite, but maybe you should consider yourself lucky that you don’t hear a trumpet tooting in the background.

 You look to your left and see a beaten up flute- it smells clean and obviously hasn’t been used in a while. You are grateful you are multi-talented when it comes to music- you just have a preference like every other Bard. 

 Your hands shake as you slowly make your way into the depths of the catacombs and you clutch onto the Flute like a lifeline.

 The sooner you get this over with, the sooner you can save Astarion, and the sooner you can both get out of here. 

  And maybe you should stop playing at Tavern’s entirely- they seem to be bad luck for whatever reason. 

 Your footsteps don’t even make a sound as they hit the cobblestone floor- this place is immaculate, too immaculate. It is very well taken care of, you can’t imagine any undead are restless here. 

 “Miss?”

 You whirl around to see a young child holding onto a stuffed bear- her throat is slashed and her eyes are bleeding. You have to resist the urge to gag.

“I- I am looking for my mommy,” she says with a serious face, “do you know where I can find her?”

 Ow.

 You walk over and kneel down in front of her- you look just past her and see her gravestone with the name of the woman you can only assume is her mother’s. They have the same date of death.

“All I remember is that daddy became really really angry,” she whispers, “and I couldn’t sleep so I went downstairs.”

 Her memory flows through your soul like a poison and weight- you watch her dad kill her, both her and her mother, but she doesn’t realize it’s her father’s doing.

 “I-I am so sorry that you went through that,” you barely get the words out, “I think your mommy is asleep, but would it be okay if I played a lullaby for you so you can see her when you wake up?”

 The little girl nods excitedly and disappears into her coffin. You bring the flute to your lips and let your tears fall as you play the tune of a wood elf lullaby- you can hear your own mother singing the words in your head.

Ter i lóme, nai lye ómanya rahtuva, (through the night, may my voice reach you)

Or i súre, nai lyenna órenya wilyuva… (over the wind, may my heart fly to you)

Nai loruvalye, (may you sleep)

Hendu holine… (eyes closed)

Nai loruvalye, (May you sleep)

Éli calime… (Stars luminous)

Á sasta ingalya or telcunyat, nanwie nauvar ilye olorilyar (Rest your head over my lap, all your dreams will be reality)

Á pata ter fend' ex’ Ardanna, (Step through a door to another Realm)

Á papátu mina tyelepta cala (Slowly walk into the silver light)

Nai loruvalye, (May you sleep)

Hendu holine… (Eyes closed)

Nai loruvalye, (May you sleep)

Éli calime… (Stars luminous)

Á sasta ingalya or telcunyat, nanwie nauvar ilye olorilya (Rest your head over my lap, all your dreams will be reality)

 A blinding white light peeks out of the coffin and you can feel the little girl’s peace within your own restless spirit- it makes you happy, it makes you warm.

“I will see you later, little one,” you whisper, “when your next life comes, I hope it is kinder than this one.” 

  You continue your trek into the Catacombs- finding terrified Soldiers and helping them realize they are no longer in danger, you reassure Priests and Clerics that their God still loves them, and you come across more children, losing themselves and their loved ones to the Werewolf infestation that had taken over the outskirts of Waterdeep. 

 You have no idea how you are going to find a Necromancer down here- nothing looks out of the ordinary and you believe you are now at the end of the Catacombs. There is nothing at the end- just a wall- which doesn’t make any sense to you. 

 Remember, the obvious answer is usually not the answer.

 You look around your environment- looking for a secret entrance or maybe a portal- but you don’t see anything. Anger bubbles up inside of your chest and you resist the urge to throw the flute and scream.

 You don’t even know how long you have been down here and you need to get to Astarion- what if you can’t find the necromancer? Will Astarion remain underground or will they kill him?

 No, you shake your head, don’t let your mind go there. There has to be an explanation- hells, she could have even been lying to me. 

 But she seemed genuine about her deal when she was describing it to you. 

 You will your mind to relax and sit on the floor- your ears flick with every little sound that enters your brain, but you remain there and don’t move. Something will show you the way- you can feel it in your soul. The hard part is swallowing your panic and impatience. You are worried about Astarion, but the longer you panic, the longer he will stay in the ground. 

 What do people normally do in this situation? You suppose they typically pray, but it’s not like any of the Gods have ever done you any favors. However, there is the possibility that Oghma might be ‘tuned in’. 

 Please, you think, Oghma, show me what I am missing- if not for me, then for Astarion? He did only save the world two separate times and lifted a Shadow Curse. He suffered for 200 years- please get us both out of this alive!

 Something in the air changes and the ghost of another Bard is standing in front of you, he taps the instrument. The flute glows warmly and begins to play a tune all on its own. The wall in front of you is revealed as an illusion- there is far more to this Catacomb than you initially thought.  

“Than-”

 The ghost is gone, the air is filled with peace and you feel like you are meant to take this flute with you even after the Catacombs. It will help you stay safe and it’s pretty much the only weapon you have right now. 

 And maybe it’s experienced enough darkness for a lifetime. 

  You step past the wall and are immediately offended by the environment. The smell is awful- it smells like the place you had been held prisoner and there is gore all over the floors, the walls, and now your shoes. It’s absolutely filthy and any sight of white hair makes you halt like a statue. 

 He is safe- you know he is safe. He is buried but he is safe.

  You continue your trek into the disgusting bowels of the Necromancer’s work space. You can hear him talking to himself and cackling wildly. 

 Your chest gets tighter and tighter as you walk down the stairs. Your body feels like it’s on fire while you are simultaneously drowning in your own air. You feel like you are right back in that room again, sitting next to the spawn monster, and unsure if Astarion would save you in time. 

 You feel numb as you walk into the room and the Necromancer is none the wiser. He is cutting away at something or someone trying to struggle against him and you consider turning back and calming down. 

 I can’t do this- I can’t.

 “The sooner you stop your squirming, Spawn,” the man says while running a finger down the person’s chest, “the sooner you will be unaware of what is happening.”

 He walks away and your worst fear has come to life- Astarion is on the table, fighting for his life and his skin is extremely cut into. A dirty coffin sits broken with Maeve staring widely into the darkness- unblinking and no longer alive. 

 Astarion’s eyes are covered by some kind of ick and he has his mouth rendered useless with a gag. The only thing he can do is wildly lash around, but you can even see where his tendons have been cut.

 You are blinded by rage and the need for revenge when you put the flute in your mouth, the Necromancer turns to you and smiles.  

“It’s not often a Ghost wanders down here!”

 The thrashing from Astarion increases and his skin is burning against the silver chains around his feet and wrists. He screams through the cloth- surely telling you to run.

“You will be a fine experiment- tell me, how long ago did you-”

 You play a single, sharp line of music and the man looks at you with confusion before his eyes grow large. His skin begins to fall off his body in chunks and blood pours to the floor as his eyeballs melt. He screams until he can’t anymore- his vocal chords falling out onto the floor.

 Numbly, you walk over to the necromancer- still barely alive. You get close to his bleeding ear.

“I hope you suffer.”

 And like that, he is a puddle on the ground and no longer exists. 

  You are dissociating still as you get the gag untied and wipe away the sealant over his eyes. Astarion is in tears, there is still dirt in his hair, and his body is trying to heal, but you can’t imagine that helps with the emotional trauma that just occurred.

 You remove the silver shackles, burning your own skin in the process, but Astarion’s pleas for you to stop aren’t registering. Your hands are raw by the time they are all off and you are barely able to play heal wounds. 

  Astarion sits up with a significant amount of effort, his body is still healing, but he can move now and the rest will be healed with his vampiric regeneration.

 You hug him- trying to be as gentle as possible- but you need to know he is here and he is real. Astarion holds you with equal amounts of strength and you can feel his tears falling onto your shoulder. There isn’t a single word you feel like you can say that will make this feel better, that will help him at all. 

  When he finally lets go, you walk over to Maeve and cast Speak with the Dead.

“Why did the Necromancer kill you?”

 “I… was… going.. To… kill… spawn.”

  As if this day couldn’t get anything worse.

“So you lied to me.”

“Unnatural… should be… destroyed.”

“How?” your voice sounds foreign to your own ears, you hear Donella’s clipping of words in your tone.

“Sun… burning… sell… ring…”

 For whatever reason, you decide to take your anger out on the corpse and use just about every heavy object you can find to hit her with. You are screaming words that are unintelligible and pissed off more than words can say.

 He was going to be dead by the time you had killed the necromancer- if anything, he is the one Astarion should be thanking for saving him. 

 She lied, you feel your bitterness crawl up your throat, she lied and I would have lost him forever all because of fucking Lathander. 

 “We should light Lathander’s church on fire,” you say rather aggressively, “then raise them all up and turn them into the thing they-”

“My love,” Astarion says the pet name firmly and takes your shaking hands, “I know you don’t mean that- that is more of a suggestion I would offer up. 

“I want to get out of here,” he pleads, “the sooner we can get out of this dreary filth pit, the better.”

 You don’t remember leaving the Catacombs or the awkward pardon from the Duke, but you finally seem to come back to yourself as you stare into the fire of the free room you were given for your troubles. You wanted to leave, but Astarion isn’t in the best shape and you wouldn’t get very far without running into danger. 

 You definitely arcane locked the door and windows. Astarion had looked at you like you were a mad man as you made him drink at least three healing potions to jump start the process. He doesn’t say anything, just watches you work. 

 When it seemed you were done, Astarion had asked you if you wanted to bathe with him and you said you needed to keep watch. He frowned, but respected your choice. Astarion has been in there for 10 minutes and you still haven’t heard any water being sloshed around.

 Maybe you need to check on him- was there a window in the bathroom? You can’t remember. Maybe you should check just in case- at least for your own sanity. 

 “My Love?”

 You jump when Astarion places his hand on your shoulder and you struggle to steady yourself.

“Don’t scare me like that!” you get up with angry tears on your face, “I am trying to keep watch- what if I hurt you!? Or worse!? Do you have absolutely no respect for your life!?”

 You expected him to give it back to you- he is the one suffering, not you, but instead he just pulls you into a tight hug and kisses the top of your head.

“I knew you were on your way,” he whispers, “I was scared, but I never doubted you, not even once.

“Please, come and take a bath with me. We are safe, my Sweet, I promise.”

 Ugly sobs leave your mouth and you bury your face in his chest. How can he say any of that? You failed him. He was buried again and you failed him like you did when Cazador had buried him. 

“I-I’m sorry,” you gasp, “I should have fought harder- I should have saved you faster.”

 Astarion hushes you like one would do for a hysterical child and you only begin crying more. 

“You saved me as fast as you possibly could,” Astarion states confidently, “it’s not like I had to wait here for three days- it was merely hours- and I heard the flute playing from up the stairs. 

“My love- you, as always, are perfect. You smell a bit musty right now, but perfect.”

 You laugh away the remainder of your tears at his last statement, they pour down your face in a waterfall motion, but you feel some of the tension release itself from your body. 

“Something tells me you really want me to take a bath.”

“I have only been hinting at it for the last several moments,” he teases, “and your braid definitely needs to be redone.

“So? Can we please go take a bath?”

 You nod tiredly and let Astarion guide you to the bathroom- you make sure to check for windows and thankfully there aren’t any. 

 The water is made up and steaming- there are candles lit and scattered around the bathroom instead of the sconces being lit. There is something in there that makes the water smell like roses and spring- you aren’t exactly sure what is happening, this may be the fanciest bath you have ever seen.  

“I-I wanted to do something nice for you,” he says with an awkward chuckle, “I bought the soap and rose petals from that shop I went into. Granted, I wasn’t expecting there to be such a dramatic detour, but I thought it might help us both… relax?”

 You blink a few times before looking at him with a wide smile- his nervous expression washes away and smiles back.

“I love it.”

“I knew you would.” 

  Touching him and having him touch you makes your nerves calm down immensely. You are sitting in his lap, facing him as you rinse out the soap from his hair. 

 Astarion, on the other hand, is just staring up at you as your eyes are searching for any bubbles that may have gone rogue. 

  Waking up in a coffin again was terrifying, but he was significantly more worried about you. He tried to break through the wood, but there had already been a substantial amount of dirt placed on top of the lid and all he could do was call your name while the Clerics of Lathander laughed above him. 

 Astarion was determined though- he crawled out of his own grave once. Sure it wasn’t fun and it was awful, but this time is different. You were waiting for him above ground and you must be scared out of your mind or worse. He would really prefer to not make another trip to Manifest without you. 

  He had begun to make a serious dent in the wood, but it didn’t matter because when he broke it open, they had already dug him up. The sun was high in the sky and the Clerics looked genuinely confused that he wasn’t burning alive and that wicked priestess looked infuriated- she knew exactly what was happening.

 Karma, however, was on Astarion’s side this time- or so he thought. Someone had killed the clerics and knocked the priestess out, but that person also happened to be a Gods damn necromancer. 

 He had no doubt that you would save him and he would continue to fight back as much as possible. He had only been afraid when the Necromancer made it clear that you had arrived on scene. 

 As always, you are incredible and far more powerful than you give yourself credit for.

 “I think I got rid of all the soap,” you inspect his curls by tangling your hands into them, “I think-“

 Astarion’s fingers easily glide into your freshly cleaned tresses and he pulls you down to him. Your lips against his feels like Heaven every single time and he feels like maybe the Gods did hear his prayers after all.

 Maybe they just flew backwards in time or something- he isn’t sure, but he is so grateful for you and your bravery. 

  You may be the musician between the two of them, but Astarion can still coax the prettiest music out of you like a professional. Perhaps he is in this regard, but this could be the only instance that he appreciates this expertise.

  You break the kiss when one of his fingers slowly slides into you and your gasp is euphoric. Your lower lip trembles as you tease it with your teeth and he places sweet, loving kisses across your jaw as you continue to sing for him. 

  Your moans aren’t loud- you think they are, but they really aren’t. He adores it. It makes it feel real and not like an act- you aren’t trying to put on a show for the handsome ‘Magistrate’ who approached you at the bar.

 You are moaning for him and him only- your gasps and keens are genuine. It’s his name that is tumbling from your lips- not some name he came up with once upon a time. 

  And after? Astarion will curl up with you in bed for a cuddle and rest until the sun comes back up. 

 The sun and he gets to enjoy seeing you in the sun. 

 Dim lighting does you a significant amount of favors too, of course. If anything, you are the only reason the lighting is attractive at all. 

 Your eyes are blown wide with lust and your forehead leans against his when he adds another finger. His thumb circles your clit and Astarion feels his cock twitch when you groan with pleasure into his mouth. 

 “Gods,” he whispers, “you are beautiful.” 

 You whine and buck your hips, he can feel how desperate you are for more. Your walls clench around his fingers and it takes everything within him to not give in. 

  He isn’t done teasing you yet, he finally has you all to himself again. No more weddings, no more campaigns, and hopefully no more necromancers. 

 Astarion can have you whenever he wants and he is going to take every opportunity he can to watch your pretty little face keen for him as he chases your pleasure. 

“A-Astarion,” your hands are holding onto the tub behind him and your face is in the crook of his neck, “ins- side me- ple-“

  He cuts you off by finally spearing you onto his cock. A guttural moan tumbles out of your mouth. You kiss and nip at the skin on his neck while softly whimpering with each movement. 

  You ride him slowly and Astarion continues to explore your figure with his hands- one of them teasing your clit. 

 Your own hands explore him, avoiding his back like you usually do. 

 Astarion trusts you- he trusts you more than anyone. You won’t hurt him and if it’s too much, you will stop. You have shown him that time and time again. 

“You can touch my scars, my Darling,” his eyes meet yours while you sink back down, his , “I trust you.” 

 You smile brightly at him and place a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Let me know if you need me to stop, okay?”

“I will.”

 Astarion pulls you back to him for another kiss and your hips pick their rhythm back up in response. He could be lost with you forever like this. 

 He never thought sex would be a pleasurable experience for him, but love seems to change a lot of things. 

 You have changed his entire life.

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[ravenbloodshot]

How Enhypen view each other (PT.3)

Jungwon (pov)

Jay

Positive traits: (these two are just co-workers) fast paced, good taste in food/fashion, calm and quiet, can blend in easily, not overly talkative, fun to talk to, knows how to live in the moment, independent, okay with being by himself

Negative traits: greedy(food wise), stubborn, aggressive, out of shape, rude, bad temper, too intense, always ready to fight, not adaptable (doesn't like change/spontaneity), boring, not agreeable

Jake

Heads up:Jungwon views Jake and Jay similarly. He just likes Jake, not so much Jay.

Positive traits: passionate, fights for what he believes in, go getter, (these two are close), takes care of his responsibilities, possessive (I'm not sure why Jungwon likes this), protective of loved ones, adaptable, adventurous

Negative traits: Too fast paced, bad clothing style (bad hygiene), can be too aggressive and head strong, impulsive, hard to talk to, impatient, bad with time, doesn't properly heal himself (like he could injury himself badly , but insist the next day he's fine and can work), over confident

Heesung

Positive traits: Good fashion(styles himself well), smells good, predictable, beautiful eyes, 'heart like a horse', jungwon likes when he's drunk, intuitive, eccentric and creative, open minded, curious, artistic, adventurous, imaginative, other- wordly, leadership qualities, honorable, more powerful/influential than he's aware

Negative traits: too imaginative, up in lala land a lot, childish, petty, bad at arguing his points, gives up too easily, too soft(sees him as feminine but not in a good way), holds himself back, unstable, bad with money, runs from his problems

Sunghoon

Okay. so......the energy here is very interesting. These two don't communicate with each other (its not exactly hostile energy but its not comfortable either between the two of them). Sorta of like Sunghoon never truly tries to get to know Jungwon so Jungwon opts out of trying to get to know Sunghoon (but he secretly wishes to find out more about the guy)

Positive traits: (these two are just co-workers) perceptive, soft skin, smells good, small face, independent, nice voice, intuitive, mysterious, finds him to be very handsome (very), lucky and fortunate, secretive, risk taker, smart, wealthy

Negative traits: mysterious, closed off, secretive, Protective of his real personality/identity(only a selective few gets to experience the true Sunghoon and jungwon isn't one of them), beautiful and model-like(Jungwon's energy seems to be a bit jealous so I'll stop here)

Honestly this is my first time feeling this strange vibe for two idols in a long time, how Jungwon views Sunghoon is quite weird(I may do a separate reading on this, it really peaked my curiosity)

Niki

Positive traits: Looks soft but is really tough, surprising and unpredictable, garners attention easily, nice and slim body, Flexible, charismatic, easy to get along with (they're close), easy to vibe with

Negative traits: sensitive (anger wise), too perceptive, reads others almost too well, lazy, doesn't help out around the dorms as much as others, Shares others secrets that he doesn't deem as serious secrets, holds on to his past, doesn't like to share his culture with the others

Sunoo

Positive traits: ditches toxic people/habits, not afraid to walk away from situations not working out for him, small/cute, active, talkative, fun to chat and gossip with, exciting, has an exciting personal life and dating life, dates interesting people

Negative traits: self esteem issues, unrealistic expectations, blinded by his own emotions/thoughts often, gets into toxic relationships, fast paced, too active and reactive, moves on too quickly, impatient, self centered

Sunoo (pov)

Jay

Positive traits: His gut feeling is right a lot of the times, not afraid to call out hypocrisy/ stupidity, beautiful voice, (something on Jay's body is small that he likes), learns his lesson, stops toxic patterns, admirable, gentleman, knows when to let go

Negative traits: too intense, not fun to talk to, doesn't like to gossip, keeps unruly hair(may not shave enough), preachy, thinks he's too good to do certain things, standoffish, cynical, pessimistic about finding true love, doesn't party (even though he gets invited to A LOT of them)

Jake

Positive traits: Head strong, go getter, stubborn, decisive, manly, aggressive, intense, fiery, feisty, spontaneous, adventurous, all action no talk, constantly improving and changing himself (stays in the studio longer than others)

Negative traits: not sensitive and caring enough, not sweet or gentle, bad with small talk, doesn't know how to network with people he doesn't like, player, too sexual, sleeps with too many women, non committal

Heesung

Positive traits: (Sunoo likes him a lot), leadership qualities, responsible, caring of others (silently), manly, does what he has to even when he doesn't want to, wakes up easily(even when its super early), calm, fatherly, good style and good hygiene, overcomes his obstacles

Negative traits: passive-aggressive (or just plain aggressive at times), too emotion driven or in the moment motivated, sneaky, sly, non committal even though he wants commitment, scary when upset (especially his eyes), doesn't believe in marriage

Sunghoon

Positive traits: (Sunoo and Jungwon talk about him not in a good or bad way) Star power, eccentric, beautiful, doesn't disclose his secrets, mysterious, protective of his energy/space, unpredictable, independent, doesn't need to be in a relationship, lets love come to him, has a loving family dynamic

Negative traits: Impassive, detached, cold but cute, Doesn't appreciate his family as much as he should (or just doesn't realize how loving they are compared to other member's families), over works himself, too giving with money, doesn't have good stamina nor thought out plans

Niki

Positive traits: hard worker, loyal, serious about getting his job done, reliable, independent, knows what he wants

Negative traits: pushes people away, lashes out on others, aggressive, rude, blunt and sarcastic, has a nasty attitude (moody teenager vibe), hard to relate to and get along with

Jungwon

Positive traits: loyal, hard worker, cute, enjoys nature, environmentalist, good memory, takes good selfies, good performer

Negative traits: TOO perceptive and analytical, stalker, aggressive, when upset spits fire in his speech, curses like a sailor, verbally aggressive, so serious about planning for marriage but doesn't date enough, cold and can hits a persons deepest insecurity when upset

[grandgtaman1a]

Blossoming Love

Pairing: John Marston x Reader

Summary: John gets jealous while Sean is flirting with the reader [Anon Request]

Words:728

Setting: In 1889

AN: Not beta read Please refrain from leaving hate comments. >Screaming in oblivion this is my first fic well it can be taken as a drabble too...I don't know I am confused as hell. >Feel free to reblog and let me know your thoughts >Do Not Repost Note: Abigail and Jack are not characters in this story. Second Note: Ignore the glass in the drink collage may change it later

The campfire crackled softly, casting a warm, flickering glow over the faces of the gang members gathered around it. John Marston couldn't help but notice the playful scene unfolding before him. Sean, always the ladies' man, was in rare form tonight, and his attention was focused squarely on you.

Sean leaned in closer, his voice dripping with charm as he locked eyes with you.”Well now, lass, ye have the most mesmerizin' eyes I've ever seen. Ye must be from heaven, 'cause nothin' on this Earth could compare to 'em."

You chuckled at his smooth talk aware of his reputation for flirt you felt John shifting beside you His jaw clenched, and his gaze became steely as he watched Sean's advances.

John mutters to himself “Damned Irishman, always gotta be the center of attention.” you heard him saying But Sean was relentless in his pursuit. He took your hand gently in his, sending a playful wink your way.

“Ye know, darlin', I reckon we could make quite the pair. What do ye say?"

You found Sean's advances amusing, and you couldn't resist playing along."Well, Sean, you're quite the charmer, I'll give you that."You spoke grinning at him.

John couldn't hide his jealousy any longer frustration showing on his face. “Oh look it’s a regular love unfolding before our eyes is it”

Sean heard and turned his attention to John giving him a roguish grin. “Ah, Johnny boy, jealous are ye? Maybe you should try your luck with our lovely friend here” he teased keeping a hand on your shoulder.

You chuckled at the banter between the two men, the tension palpable in the air. John’s cheek turned red clearing his throat taking a sip of the beer contemplated with Sean’s suggestion.

John muttered under his breath “Maybe I will Sean. Maybe I will.”

As the night at the campfire continued, the playful banter between Sean and you continued, and John's jealousy simmered beneath the surface. It didn't take long for you to notice the tension in the air, and you decided it was time to address it. Sean left the seat his next target being Karen who ignored him at his best.

You turned to John, who was now nursing his drink, his eyes locked on the dancing flames.“John,” Calling him out softly “Is something bothering you?"

John glanced at you, his expression guarded, but the longing in his eyes was hard to miss.” Nah, lass, it's nothin'. Just enjoyin' the fire is all." he spoke hesitantly looking again at the flames.

But you could see through his facade and you weren’t one going to let things go easily. Keeping a gentle but firm hand on his biceps “John, it’s okay if something is bothering you. We’re all family and you can talk to me”

John sighed, his shoulder slumping. Taking a deep breath and finally admitting what had been bothering him taking up the courage he began to speak “It's just... watchin' Sean flirt with you like that, it gets under my skin, y'know? I can't help but feel... jealous.” he peeked at you waiting for your reaction revealing a small part of having a crush on you but then looked down at his drink.

You placed a comforting hand on his arm smiling softly at his admission, and he looked back at you, his eyes searching for understanding "John, I appreciate your honesty. But you have to know that there's nothing between Sean and me. It's all in good fun. Besides, I'm here with you." John's tension began to ease as he listened to your reassuring words.

John starts speaking softly “I know, it's just... sometimes, it's hard not to let those thoughts get to me." nursing the drink in his hands.

You smiled warmly at him, reassuring him further.: "We all have our moments, John. But I chose to be here with you, not because of Sean's flirting, but because I care about you."John's expression softened, and he finally let out a small smile.

"You're right, darlin'. I shouldn't let it bother me so much."

With the tension dissipated and a newfound understanding between you two, the night at the campfire continued, but now there was an undercurrent of romance in the air. The sparks of desire between you and John were undeniable, and as the flames of the campfire flickered, your fingers brushed against his, setting the stage for a deeper connection to blossom between you in the wild, untamed world of the West.

[lovable-chica]

T&F S6-10 Relationship HeadCanons

inspired by @tallys-train-blog, don’t kill me for this please.

Harvey

-Harvey is a bit quiet and calm lover, gets flustered really easily

-brings you flowers if he has the chance

-Sometimes can be a tease about silly s*it

-Favorite Dates are going to a park and a pond

-He loves to stay home and watching movies with you

-loves to cuddle and will not hesitate to nuzzle you nose in a loving and affectionate way

Salty

-Fun Loving Pirate for Dating!

-He can be Touch Starved sometimes

-Likes to tell stories of pirates, like usual

-he can get critical when he’s jealous

-Prefers to stay at home and watch the sea or movies

Arthur

-Despite Being Obedient and Cautious, this man still loves the idea of dating you and can be a flirt and traditional lover when he wants too

-My love, darlin, dear,

-Puts his hands around your waist and for some reason he squeezes it, he can also get flustered when holding hands

-He’ll pretty much respect your boundaries but you know how much he loves you and kisses you on the cheek everyday

-Has ya sleeping in his jacket in his arms every-night(because he’s cuddling with you, lol)

-Trace the lines on his scares and he’ll trace the lines on your hands or run your hands into his dark maroon hair

-Smells like Fish and Smoke, sometimes fruit due to his accident on his first day

Murdoch

-Murdoch is A Very Quiet and Shy Lover, He not a fan of PDA, but loves holding your hand and slipping his hands though your waist

-Darling, My love, honey, sweetcheeks

-Compliments everything about you and why he loves you very much

-Prefers to go out with you on dates, because he acts like a traditional lover

-He Likes to come home/shed, and flops on top of the bed and he’ll flop on you to get your attention, since he isn’t always the center of attention

Rosie

-Ok, Rosie is an absolutely flirt for her lover, she’ll do anything to spoil you(She’s Lesbian and A Demi-Girl in my au)

-Cutie, Dear, Sweetheart, Angel

-She loves to hold hands and hug you every-day, mostly spends nights watching movies and cuddling

-Mostly she’ll blurt out something when talking with BoCo or Thomas if you tell her an really embarrassing story

-She’s quite touch-starved to say at least

[minhmynchi]

a little bit on the rambly side but like. i think the reason writing is taking me so long (not just because i don't have time because of how much i'm working) but because sif and loop have issues that sting quite a bit when i try to write resolutions lol.

they kinda hit a little too hard and i still don't know how to handle the issues myself when it comes to applying it to my life so i don't really have good advice/insight that i can say sif or loop would know to help each other lol... and i want them to heal but they've gotten worse, loop especially, and what i have planned for the next chapter is just a huge blowout basically and they still struggle to talk even then and it's like. damn. how do i help them help each other if i've weaved too much of myself into them that i can't even help myself lol ughghhh being clingy being easily jealous never feeling like you have any direct impact on what few choices you have in life. wanting to keep everyone's worries about you at the minimum. trying to take on everything by yourself cause of that. and if i write the obvious resolutions i keep thinking of myself and how it's sooooo hard to do that so it's like. really really difficult to keep pushing on to writing lol but i did kinda do this myself i did kinda make it where they're at a standstill and things will just inevitably get worse lol

it also doesn't help that like i'm trying soooo hard to have my fic be unique but also idk what ppl have been writing lately i only keep up with bto bc fav fic ever fav depiction of loop and the party everrrr and i can't write like that and all the resolutions to issues are so smart and i definitely wouldn't have thought of all the words said to resolve things lol it's soooooo difficult to write lately. damn

like. ultimately i am Working on a few things

im unable to take compliments and really believe them but im working on that

but also it feels so narcissistic of Me specifically to be proud of anything i make lol it feels so self-centered so i tend to not feel that way and ig that falls away to me just not feeling good about most things i make but rghghh my fic means the world to me i have written it for me and me alone even if i Love attention even if i desperately want to talk to ppl about it but can't bc idk how to reach out to ppl i am still just making it for me like 100% i'm sure there's a lot of different things ppl would have thought the fic to go already or how it would be carried out but idc about any of that y'all can make ur own fic or whatever this is just how i write and want to write

(but also what if it's too ooc lol that's the part that worries me the most)

ugh

[magicpotatoobsession]

Hello! I hope your having a nice day. I was thinking abt this and I thought that you could give me some insight. What do you think Yuki's and Shizu's relationship was like? We know that him and Hiragi got along very well. As Hiragi admired him. But it seems to me that in that chapter (I don't remember the # sorry!) Were Mafuyu asks Shizu advice for music and his relationship abt Ritsuka. That when Shizu gets WAY of topic and says that the group was super Yuki-centered and how that was irritating. It seems to me that maybe he didn't like how much everyone revolved around him and admired him? As if it irritates him? Idk we don't really have much insight from him what his relationship with Yuki was like. So we might not be ae to tell for sure.

Hello friend! Thank you! Hope you are having a good one too! I'd like to point you towards this meta of mine, Discovering the true intention behind Shizu’s actions in Mix_8 completely changed how I saw the Shizuragi ship! This meta, although it doesn't address your question directly, I think it clears a lot of things up so PLEASE READ before proceeding.

Shizu and Yuki's relationship explained

In my opinion, Kizu never fully goes into the details of the dynamics between Shizu and Yuki but out of everyone, Shizu felt least close to Yuki compared to Mafuyu and Hiiragi. Shizu feels like

Yuki adopted the abandoned Pomeranian and calico cat and he's just tagging along. But Shizu feels like he doesn't belong to the squad/isn't as close to Yuki is his own doing due to:

his own abandonment issues resultant from being a LITERAL foster child

him joining the childhood squad later than the rest of the three

thinking that his three friends as being better than him from birth.

In mix_9, Kizu's placement of Yuki, Mafuyu and Hiiragi on stage is literally so telling of how Shizu felt. Of course he could choose to be on that stage as well, but he needs help to make he feel like he is worthy of being on stage.

Hiiragi is amazing, because Hiiragi noticed that Shizu needed help, Hiiragi had always been leading Shizu ever since he was a little kid. Hiiragi is absolutely that kid who is annoying but makes everyone feel included. And Shizu, is so happy and appreciative of that

to the point of feeling possessive over Hiiragi.

Sometimes, people with abandonment wounds feel possessive and jealous easily. This is because they are always scared that everything good can disappear at any moment. It may result in a person feeling super clingy emotionally. In Shizu's case, he is outwardly nonchalant but inwardly super clingy. Shizu, at some point in his childhood started to romantically idolise Hiiragi.

SO, Shizu's felt irritated towards Yuki because Hiiragi idolised Yuki.

BUT, Shizu's own abandonment wounds clouded his judgement because he mistook Hiiragi's idolisation of Yuki as a romantic one instead of a paternal one. Shizu mistook Hiiragi as being in love with Yuki when Hiiragi actually put Yuki on a pedestal like a child admiring a fatherly figure.

Yuki I think for the most part didn't do anything objectively irritating to make Shizu dislike him. Neither did the squad, they were always hanging out together. Shizu's inferiority complex and attachment towards Hiiragi made him look for someone contrasting his own circumstances to blame, which was Yuki.

Yuki - most panels depict him as the popular kid

Shizu - the literal foster child

Yuki - has both Mafuyu and Hiiragi's attention

Shizu - feels like he has none, but in truth Hiiragi is quite observant of Shizu's hesitation in participating fun things to make an effort to include him.

It's basically like the song Heather by Conan Gray.

Because Shizu also saw Yuki as being better than him in the literal sense, this actually didn't allow Shizu to really understand Yuki as a multi-faceted person. I think Shizu for the most part just accepted Yuki as someone with better circumstances than him, even beyond death. BUT AGAIN, that doesn't make Shizu a bad person. It makes him a human one. On top of that, Shizu's abandonment wounds were exacerbated when Hiiragi continued to emotionally dump on him whenever he wanted to but look towards Yuki for motivation and inspiration. And those are pretty VALID feelings which needed to be communicated and addressed for healthy healing, which they were in mix_4 to Mafuyu and mix_8 to Hiiragi. As you pointed out, Shizu gets off topic with Mafuyu, this is a great thing because for once, he is acknowledging his own feelings outwardly rather than keeping them inside. This then led him to realise that he needed to clarify things with Hiiragi rather than let these feelings of abandonment brew longer.

Currently, I personally think he is no longer irritated at Yuki. Please remember that Shizu also lost Yuki. Grief for him could have also manifested as irritation. It’s all very complicated when you lose someone right? I think Shizu’s probably found the new song “To the Sea” just as healing as Hiiragi and Mafuyu, he’s just not really the outwardly expressive type. But Kizu Natsuki did put in some tender faces in the recent chapters.

Again, please read Discovering the true intention behind Shizu’s actions in Mix_8 completely changed how I saw the Shizuragi ship! (sorry for pasting again, it's just so important, I go into Shizu's insight so much more here).

As for Yuki, we never really get to have an insight into how Yuki feels about anyone, because he's passed away. We are only ever receiving second hand accounts of Yuki. But Kizu wrote it that way to highlight the fact that life is precious and if you're alive,

there is hope for you to tell your story and communicate clearly.

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If you like what you read, all I post is basically Given analysis content!

Masterlist of my Given Metas

[evoblue]

re: kanto gym circuit team

These are the pokémon that stood alongside Blue as she won her way through Kanto’s eight gyms and the KanJoh E4, and who naturally are her strongest and most reliable partners. Tidbits about them are found below read more.

Hurley the Blastoise is the starter pokémon that she stole from Oak's lab so she could join Red and Green. Though he is a powerful and experienced battler, he isn't quick to pick fights and is almost impossible to provoke. He can often be found basking in the sun when not otherwise occupied. Blue has mastered surfing on his back at high speeds without wiping out.

Ava the Nidoqueen is the first pokémon that Blue caught by herself as a small female Nidoran and one of her most reliable team members. While she’s very calm by nature, she turns ferocious when provoked or when she senses distress from her trainer. She played a key part in helping Blue mow through the waves of Rocket grunts that tried to stop her during the Silph Co. takeover.

Shade is Blue's Gengar actual name, though he responds more to BooFace so that's what she calls him almost exclusively now. He often finds himself caught in a battle of wits and pranks with Arden the Ninetales. He also has a tendency to randomly disappear to do his own thing for hours at a time and without prior warning. Blue doesn't mind much because she knows that, if she were to need him for any reason, he'd re-appear in an instant.

Arden the Ninetales used to be a very sensitive and easily stressed Vulpix that matured into a calm and thoroughly cunning Ninetales. The rest of Blue's team knows not to mess with her, lest she curse them. BooFace is the only one immune to this, as he is both a ghost and loves to mess with her even if she no longer overreacts to his pranks.

Lucine the Clefable was her coveted Mt. Moon catch and a bold personality. She adores being the center of attention and will actually get jealous if Blue spends too much time around other pokémon in the Clefairy line. She is highly curious and observant and likes to collect shiny trinkets (like star pieces, pearls, and nuggets) and pretty rocks (that most often turn out to be evolutionary stones) that she randomly displays around Blue's villa.

Zia the Espeon is the daughter of an Eevee that Blue's mother kept around her mansion in Celadon. She has a mischievous streak and often uses her psychic powers to cause trouble, such as teleporting objects to faraway places. She loves to play cute for pets and tends to plop herself in front of people so they'll pet her and give her attention. If she's ignored, she'll shift into prankster mode.

Briar the Vileplume was an Oddish that Blue saved from a flock of Spearow near Cerulean Cape. He's the only loner in Blue's team and tends to spend most of his time dozing off or burying himself in soil to ignore the others' antics. His only socializing with his team mates comes during nights of the full moon, where he likes to dance with Lucine while Aria sings.

Aria the Wigglytuff was another one of Blue's earlier captures outside of Mt. Moon. After hearing several people in Pewter City complaining about an unseen Jigglypuff putting hikers to sleep, she hyped herself on energy drinks (a decision she came to regret later) and went to find her. Aria is quite timid and doesn't like to be the center of attention even though she likes to sing so she will often hide herself in cozy spots and sing from there. She also loves to eat and hoards berries in her hiding spots.

Echo the Crobat was an unexpected addition to the team. Blue used her as part of her undercover Rocket costume during the Silph Co. takeover and got so attached to her that she decided to add her to her team rather than release her. Echo is careful and distrusting of most others, namely humans, since most of the members of her colony were captured by Rocket grunts. She can often be found hiding or resting high out of reach (or near Hurley) and prefers to avoid Blue's most rambunctious teammates.

[sagigirlie]

• Mars signs observations

Aries mars- gets angry/ irritated easily. Can express their anger in a childish and/or dramatic way- screaming, throwing things etc. Sometimes will lash out for attention. Can have ego issues. Likes sex and sexual attention. Can be self centered. Horny.

Taurus mars- sensual. loves food. comfortable around women. likes physical touch. can be aggressive when expressing their emotions. Can have control issues. Can be seen as a leader. Interestingly some very powerful, violent leaders have this placements (Adulf Hitler, Osama Ben Ladin). Can be jealous and possessive. Creative and artsy

Gemini mars- smart, witty & sarcastic. Likes gossip. Popular usually. Friendly and good with strangers and having small talks and socializing, even if more on the shy side. Curious. Attracted to intelligence and humor. Can be argumentative. Can be manipulative.

Cancer mars- emotional. Moody. can hold grudges. keeps a close circle around them. can be manipulative to get what they want. doesn’t like confronting others so might avoid people. Can have anger outbursts though especially with people closer to them that they feel more comfortable expressing those emotions to. Caring & nurturing. Sensitive. Needs a lot of attention and validation. can be insecure and jealous.

Leo mars- likes attention and attracts it easily. loves making people laugh. Generous with people they love. Competitive and can get jealous when they’re object of affection or partner’s attention isn’t on them at all times. Needs validation but might not admit it. Can have a youthful energy. Performers. Likes flirting and feeling sexy or desired.

Virgo mars- likes taking care of their partners. Sensitive. Likes things to be clean and neat. Can be smart or know many things. Has a ‘got it together’ look usually. Shy especially around people they crush on. Very caring. Can be a good cook. Good manners. Loyal. Can be quite freaky but won’t show it to outsiders.

Libra mars- polite and nice to others. Has good manners and can be a ‘gentleman’ with people they like. Likes flirting. Loves compliments and feeling pretty. Loves makeup and/or clothes/styling. It can be important to them to look good as much as they can or at least look presentable. Friendly and good at socializing. Can be quite intelligent. Can be Good at giving advice since they can look at situations objectively.

Scorpio mars- high sexual energy. Intense aura. Has intense eyes. Likes looking at things deeply and analyzing things. Can get obsessed with things/ people. Especially crushes or partners/ potential partners they want to know everything about them. Very observant. Good at getting what they want. Planners. Notices the details of things. Likes sex and talking about it. Likes being around physically attractive people as they love sexy environments. Likes sexual attention. Likes seducing others. Can love bdsm or rough sex. Needs sex and touch to connect emotionally. Likes deep connections. Can be stubborn and jealous. Can have strong trust and control issues.

Sagittarius mars- likes humor and sarcasm. Curious. Likes asking Questions. Playful. Energetic. Good at sports. Has athletic build usually. Likes intelligent and funny people. Can have bad explosive temper that calms down quickly & then they forget about it. Charismatic. Can like attention. Theatrical. Can be intelligent. Likes their freedom and independence. Smiles and laughs/ giggles a lot. Can actually be quite committed once in a relationship. Can have big egos if underdeveloped.

Capricorn mars- hard working. Practical. Thinks about the future and prefers to have a plan and prepare for it. Are quite horny sexual beings but won’t show it on the outside lol. Likes keeping it classy in public. Can like dominating or be dominated (by partners). Can be a bit closed off and not share their feelings. Money & status are important to them.

Aquarius mars- likes their individuality, Being unique and their unique qualities. Likes feeling independent and free. Intelligent. Can like parties or meeting new people/ being around their group of friends. Always thinks about the team before themselves. Doesn’t like being too dominated or being told what to do. Can have loner tendencies and need space from people/partners sometimes. Likes humor. funny & intelligent people attract them. Can try to look cool to outsiders or just have unique manners that make them look cool. Can be a bit weird. Can have a cool/detached presence or aura. Electrifying energy.

Pisces mars- gentle souls. Artistic. Creative. Hypnotizing eyes/aura. Can suffer from mental health issues/ addictions. Can have a high/tired look to them. Dreamy and can day dream a lot. Loves music and can be musically talented. Compassionate. Can be a bit shy/closed off with people they don’t know. Can be moody.

[frozenmoonshine]

Head Canon - Haitani Ran as your boyfriend:

Idek where all these ideas came from, I'm far from a Haitani stan, but I do think the common fanon representation of Ran is rather unfair to the character, considering all the canon stuff we found out from the official character book #3, so... here's my small contribution to fixing it. LOL

Fluff; Hetero relationship

☆ ‌It's no secret that he loves attention and being the center of it, and with his natural good looks and charm/charisma, he always attracts a lot of attention from girls, wherever he appears. That earned him a bad reputation of a playboy/womanizer, but it couldn't be further from the truth. He just enjoys the attention that comes with flirting, but he's only had like, two girlfriends (by the time he joined Tenjiku).

☆‌ Not the type to fall in love easily, or even to develop a crush! He's actually super picky when it comes to women, just like with everything else in life. But once someone has sparked his interest, he goes into the chasing mode, and god help his target, cause they WILL fall for him, no matter what!

☆ ‌But I'm not saying that he's pushy or annoying, or a creep that doesn't know when to back off. Noooo, he's just a sly, witty, little tactician, who will have you play yourself right into his trap! If he's locked on to you, there's no way out, but let's face it - why the hell would you even want out?!

☆ Once in a relationship, he gets comfortable with you easily, you have movie nights and nap dates at least twice a week (after all, he takes 'Netflix and chill' very seriously!), he lets you play with his beloved hair, even mess it up, LOVES lying in your lap, and will fall asleep in less than five minutes, especially if you stroke his hair.

☆ ‌If he's not answering his phone for a while, you know there's only three possible reasons: he's sleeping, in a middle of a fight, or at the hair salon. He will call/message you back right away when he sees the missed calls/receives messages, and most likely say something along the lines of: "Sorry babe, I was asleep". (Bonus points for his sleepy, morning voice! Sexiest thing ever!)

☆ ‌He's very chill and doesn't really do drama. He dislikes fighting with his SO, but when it does happen, even tho it's rare, he'll just go to sleep without talking to you for the rest of the evening. If you buy him a montblanc cake the next day, he'll forgive you whatever your wrong might have been! If he was the one who was wrong, he'll lose sleep thinking about it, and eventually message you a memoire of an apology at like 4 AM. Next time you see him, he'd take you to his favorite hair salon to make up for whatever he did.

☆‌ Not the jealous type at all. So much so, that it might even leave you wondering if he even loves you at all, but cheat on him, or do anything to seriously break his trust, and he'll simply break up with you. He dislikes jealous girls as well.‌

☆ He wants to appear intellectual, but is actually dumb, so he can be rather cringy. He focused on pretty much anything other than studying, so no wonder he keeps using all those "complicated" words wrong, or getting his facts wrong. And if he tries speaking English, lord help you not to laugh at his face! But if you teach him the right things, he'll highly appreciate it. Just don't make fun of him in front of others, that's your one way ticket to hell!

☆ ‌He's quite a sweetheart when he's genuinely close to someone (ask Rindou if you don't believe me). He'll always let you vent to him, hear you out, listen to your problems, no matrer how small or trivial, and he's an amazing listener. He'll always offer emotional and moral support, even if he appears to be teasing you, he's there for his SO when it matters. But he himself can be quite closed off, and not talk about his problems easily, at least not the real ones. He will bitch about a bad hair day, but not openly tell you what's troubling him for real. If you tell him it's ok to rely on others sometimes, he'll just take that as a green light to act like a spoiled kid for the rest of the day, and expect you to baby him.

[k-rising]

Taeyong's birth chart analysis

DISCLAIMER: This is just a part of the analysis of the idol's natal chart, which wants to show a deeper perspective on the idols life. This analysis is carried out thanks to the data that appears on the birth chart. The point of this post is to entertain. [This analysis has been carried out with a possible birth time given by the idol].

this man is a pisces rising with cancer sun in the 5th house, which makes him a very intuitive, emotional, creative and artistic person. taeyong has a tender heart and cares for his loved ones a lot. he's very childish and he's always looking for fun and pleasure in life. this dude loves all kinds of art: singing, dancing, painting, etc… like I said, taeyong is very artistic! his mood changes depending on the environment that surrounds him. taeyong likes socializing, but he considers real friends to the ones that have a deeper connection with him; he may have trouble letting go of relationships. having his sun in the 5th house makes him a natural leader. this position also makes him a drama queen along with his leo moon and loves being the center of attention; taeyong was born to shine. having his sun placed there can also mean that he's gonna have a lot of admirers throughout his life 👀. he's also very moody, melancholic and has a vivid imagination. taeyong's great at giving advices, as the members always say.

having pisces as his rising makes him see things in a deeper perspective. taeyong has his head in the clouds 24/7 and it can be hard for him to difference reality from his imagination. this dude is interested in fashion and his style can be very eccentric at times... that's all because of this placement.

he feels good when he's busy. taeyong is a hard-worker and a perfectionist. having his moon in leo makes him jealous, but not possessive. he can be quite stubborn and tends to exaggerate everything lmao. this placement also indicates that he has a strong need for approval and self-expression, that's why he doesn't like to fail in front of others; it hurts his pride. usually, this man doesn't take risks, unless he knows he's going to do a good job. taeyong enjoys entertaining others and it's very romantic <3. it's easy for him to express his feelings, but he can also be quite good at manipulating people. having moon sextile mercury indicates that he's not only a great storyteller, but also an excellent songwriter/producer! with his moon square pluto, however, he can have a hard time accepting and healing from traumas. sometimes his emotions tend to block his desires.

taeyong is aware of how people view him and how he should impress them. having his sun trining his ascendant makes him a noticed and respected individual. he's stick to his values and it can be easy for him to gain popularity… however, he might not know what to do about it once he has it :/ people see taeyong as a very nurturing, sensitive and empathetic person who's very passionate about his career.

this man loves to talk, specially with his loved ones with his gemini mercury in the 4th! this dude is smart, funny, restless, curious, and open-minded. taeyong learns quickly, but because he has so many different interests, it's difficult for him to focus on just one topic. this dude get bored easily as well, so mental stimulation is always key when communicating with him. taeyong talks in an easygoing way with his mercury conjunct venus and he doesn't like when conflicts arises.

mental burn out can happen a lot with his mercury square mars! this man is argumentative when he's at his worst and he also gets overly defensive. this dude has a bad temper… plus, communication and drive are at odds here. with his mercury square saturn, he can appear harsh to others when communicating. I also feel that he overthinks a lot and it's very hard for him to openly express his ideas, because of his low self-esteem.

this man is flirty af with his gemini venus and, as I said before, communication is key if you want to have a bond with him. taeyong is attracted to talkative, smart and curious individuals who can teach him how to be a better person. he also likes people who are more spontaneous than him and, with his venus in the 4th, he wants to feel comfortable with his partner and probably, in the future, have a family with them. so basically he likes to have fun with his partner, but also have a serious and long-lasting relationship.

with his venus square mars and venus square saturn, his physical and romantical needs can clash here and it can be hard for taeyong to know what he wants in a relationship. he can get involved with people he's not interested in and can also have very high expectations. taeyong tends to overthink his relationships a lot, since he fears inestability and rejection.

having virgo mars in his chart makes him a perfectionist. also, you know how obsessed this man is with cleanliness and health? that's all because of this placement lol. taeyong doesn't get angry, but he does get irritated easily. he likes teaching others how to do certain things, but he also expect them to do it right asap or else he will think that he's wasting his time 💀. this man has to learn to create harmonious connections with his mars in the 7th. taeyong is the type of person that stands up for equality and fairness, so he will confront people that makes others feel bad in some way. he's great at solving problems and he is also very persistant. this placements is great for dancers, since they tend to pay attention to every little detail about the choreos.

when it comes to work, this man is hella lucky and he always gets what he wants; taeyong is good at creating his own opportunities. having both jupiter in the 9th and sagittarius mc means that he is lucky when he is generous and practices what he preaches. this man right heart can also be a role model for all the previous generations. taeyong likes traveling and learning foreign cultures... actually, he benefits much more when he works in other countries. taeyong needs to believe more on himself and he also has to stop concentrating too much on details and learn to see the bigger picture from time to time.

taeyong does everything in excess with his jupiter square ascendant and jupiter conjunct pluto. he needs to be careful of not working too much or else he will face many consequences. he might also think that he's always right.

regarding his pisces saturn in the 1st and his scorpio nn in the 8th, taeyong needs to work on his self-confidence and start trusting his intuitive abilities. this man may feel like he's always a victim and it can be a challenge for him to study his past, accept it and let it go. he probably has experienced a lot of dark and painful experiences throughout his life, so now it's time to heal from them.

[yuikomorii]

I feel like they made Yui like that because of her blood type?In Japan ABs are known as the intelligent ones,while Os(aka Yui)as the optimists.

//Ooh,I know what you’re talking about!A few years ago,I found out about the Blood Type Personality Theory and it’s really interesting to me since I’m a 0 too and honestly I can relate to what’s written there.

Basically, in Japan, blood types are considered an important indicator of a person's personality,for this reason many anime characters get the one that defines them the most.

Rejet was quite smart here,some blood type traits really reflect the personalities of the DL characters!

0:Yui,Ayato,Kanato,Laito,Reiji,Yuma,Shin

0 blood types are considered generally optimistic. Japanese people call people with 0 blood type, warriors because they are strong and enduring. They are honest and hate people who hide the truth.They have a habit of setting high standards for themselves and do all they can to achieve them. They like to look after people, especially those younger than them.

These people have good leadership qualities and little things do not bother them. Their lack of care for the ‘small things’ can cause others stress or anxiety because they give less weight to actions that are important to others,which can be read as rudeness or insensitivity even if they don’t want to appear that way. They also have some difficulties in expressing their feelings because they are afraid of being rejected.

Positive personalities traits:easy going, positive outlook, confident, energetic, outgoing, cautious,strong-willed,loyal, peaceful, passionate, independent, reliable,determined,carefree, trendsetter and devoted.

Negative personality traits: Jealous, ruthless,insecure,rude, non-punctual, insensitive, cold, unpredictable, self-centered and arrogant.

AB:Shu,Ruki,Carla,Kino

Blood type AB is a hybrid of A and B, two different personalities mixed together. They are calm and rational but have a complicated personality. The holders of AB blood type are the highest ones in the percentage of their intelligence. They try to keep their true personalities from strangers, thereby making most believe that they are a mixed personality. It is hard to decode these people until you know them thoroughly.

Positive personality traits: Charming, controlled, cool, dream chaser, caring, rational,calm,talented,trustworthy, adaptable and creative.

Negative personality traits: Complicated, vulnerable,complicated,mysterious,discriminating, self-centered, forgetful, unforgiving and critical.

A:Subaru,Azusa

People with A blood type are sensitive, cooperative, emotional, passionate and clever. They are very patient, loyal and love peace and thus do not like to get into a fight with anyone. But sometimes these people become overly sensitive and fragile-hearted.They are anxious and easily get hurt; that’s why it takes time for them to open up to people. They like to keep things neat but can be stubborn and get stressed out easily. They do not like to show their emotions and feelings to anyone unless comfortable with them.

Positive personality traits:kind,shy,attentive,polite,, reliable,organized,responsible,neat,loyal.

Negative personality traits: obsessive,anxious,overly sensitive, pessimistic, stubborn, easily stressed and fastidious.

B:Kou

People with blood type B are known to be easy-going, honest, and bubbly. Compared to all blood type personalities, the B group is the most outgoing. They are generally curious and are not afraid to speak their minds. They can sometimes express their opinions regardless of what other people might feel. Because of this, they are sometimes perceived to be selfish and self-centered. These people are very creative and quick decision makers,but they are not good at taking orders. They put every part of themselves into something they want to focus on. They are focused on achieving their goals and don’t like interference from other people.

Positive personality traits: Curious, strong, relaxed, creative, adventurous, passionate, cheerful, active and outgoing.

Negative personality traits: selfish, unforgiving, uncooperative, irresponsible and unpredictable.

Of course,not all traits apply to every character,but somehow each description fits them ;D You can check this site if you’re fond of learning more about blood types!

[notnctu]

push & pull | kim doyoung

❀ slytherin!doyoung x hufflepuff!femreader ❀ genre - SLOW BURN, smut, fluff, a bit of humor (idk not rlly) ❀ details -  hogwarts!au, fwb to lovers?, y/n is a player lol, jealous doyoung, mutual pining, doyoung is a lil mean ❀ word count - 9.7k ❀ warnings - explicit language, possessiveness (a concept of marking), dom!doyoung, angry sex?, slight dirty talk, penetration, fingering, praise kink ❀ synopsis - in which a prideful slytherin and an oblivious hufflepuff play a clueless emotion game of tug of war.

❝I thought Hufflepuffs are to be loyal, so why do you sleep with other men?❞  

❝People say Slytherins are ambitious, so why didn’t you pursue me?❞ ❀ a/n - i changed the plot a little bit as i was writing lol but hopefully it still fits everything! i said this in the teaser, but i want to preface and say that the magic/marking is not canon to harry potter, and that the only thing im using are the sectional houses/subjects. besides that, everything is made up LMAO also pls b lenient with me, i read hogwarts!au but writing it is very out of my comfort zone and am very bad at creating anything magical 

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Kim Doyoung, the Slytherin boy of your dreams, mindlessly and imperfectly steals glances your way across the dining tables and under several hundred floating lit candles. He sits huddled with his few posh friends that wear the same green and silver tie situated so tightly underneath their necks. And you, just looking as dazzling as ever, with your yellow and black tie hanging loose and a few buttons undone from your dress shirt.

He hates how easily you catch his attention and his ability to spot your figure in a dense crowd. You barely even look his way in public now, often distracted by a broad Gryffindor that tries to make flirtatious advantages at you. And when he thinks it can’t get any worse, it does… as you’re flashing your bright beautiful smile back at him and the shift in your body language.

“You’re staring again.” Yuta flickers between his friend and the subject of his focus.

Doyoung clears his throat, smooths his tie and physically turns his body away from the horrendous scene. “It’s very hard not to stare when she’s flirting with other men in front of me.”

“Does she do it on purpose?” The silver haired boy raises a questionable eyebrow and Doyoung reacts before he can speak.

He perks up and narrows his eyes at Yuta. “Purpose? Like to make me jealous?” Doyoung scoffs, laughs almost at the ridiculous thought. “The answer is no. We’re not exclusive, we’re nothing.”

“If you two are nothing, then why are you acting like you two are something? Get a grip, it’s practically sickening watching you fume over a ditzy Hufflepuff.” As Yuta prepares to bite into his delicious soft bread roll, it flies out of his grip, down the long table and onto another person’s plate.

Both boys are quick to stand to their feet and face each other chest to chest. Neither one of them is intimidated by the other, but their other friends around them are rather shocked by the sudden discrepancy.

Doyoung forcibly brushes off an imaginary dust off his good friend’s shoulders and draws a perfectly strained fake smile, knowing that others may be watching and he is a Prefect after all. But most importantly, you could be watching. “Call her that again, and your dinner won’t be the only thing that’s thrown across the table.” His threat is loud enough solely for Yuta to hear.

Yuta, with glaring eyes, picks up his dinner tray and walks off with his chin held high and a brisk in his stride. Doyoung clears his throat in the midst of the brief silence and out of habit, fixes his tie back in place. He takes a seat back down and the chatter at the table resumes, but he’s beyond embarrassed and disappointed at his loss of temper that everything drowns out.

Almost everything. He feels a light tap on his shoulder and out of annoyance, he spins around hastily and sharply snarls, “what?” But his eyes land on your fearful wide eyes and the slight cower in your stance, knowing that you caught onto his bad mood. And he’s half in disbelief that you’re approaching him right in the center of the Great Hall, that you’re standing so beautiful a foot away from him.

Instant regret and guilt fills his chest, his sharp eyes soften at your pout and the concerned furrow in between your brows. Nonetheless, he doesn’t have any words to say… he can’t get himself to apologize for his behavior.

“Do you want to walk to Herbology with me?” The quiver in your voice made you seem so small, so desperate for him, that he can hear the reactions of his friends. They’re laughing, at him, at you, at the whole scene that’s unfolding. He feels mocked, being a laughing stock isn’t something he’s very fond of.

His lips form a tight line, and in a snarky tone, “you don’t know your own way, Puff? Mind you ask your own Prefect to guide you.” Fuck. He tried to find the nicest way possible to brush you off, but his friends laugh a bit louder and intensely. And you didn’t like that one bit.

Your lips part slightly in a frown, an eyebrow raised and a hand on your hip. You look as if you’re ready to attack him, to jinx him, to probably pinch at his skin. But he knows you, and you’d do none of the above. Instead, you say the one threat that causes his heart to sink into the pit of his stomach, “don’t talk to me in class.” You’re slipping away from him as you pick up your pace, exiting all the commotion in the Great Hall.

He tries to hide the disappointment that stems from his chest, and his heart beats with an inexplicable dull pain. All he can think about is the twist of your expression and he’s gathering his things rather quickly to follow after you, without even a bid goodbye to his clique.

Without any knowledge of what you two do behind closed doors and the complex history that you two share, one may view your relationship as practically nonexistent; you two are strangers, barely passing acquaintances. 

Doyoung does not approach you in the halls, in anywhere that necessarily has many witnesses. You smile at him, maybe even a wave depending on your mood, but no one questions it … as you wave at almost everyone who passes by you.

Classmates might see interaction during the one class you two share, if they pay attention close enough. However, you and Doyoung are much more to each other than passing acquaintances. Although he’s starting to see himself as another name on your list of individuals you sleep with, you are much more to him than you could ever know.

He’ll never forget the first time you two met. He was patrolling the halls for anyone lurking past curfew with his nose dug deep in his heavy book on magical creatures, when you walked right into him and caused the both of you to fall to the granite.

He was beyond ready to dock off points for whoever the rule breaker may be, but you took his breath away when you hovered above him and clasped your palm over his mouth before he can scold anyone. You looked a bit frazzled as your hair was all over the place and he noticed your minimal amount of clothing in the middle of a cold winter night.

He saw the signature Hufflepuff badge on your thin sweater and the sound of your voice completely threw him off his tracks.

“I’m so sorry.” You whisper at the stunned Prefect underneath you, whose body feels warm against your own. But your eyes remain frantically on the lookout for anyone else passing, despite the lack of light in the cobblestone hallway. You most definitely do not belong in this wing of the castle and knocking down a Prefect caused more of a problem in your escape route.

Quickly standing up, you lend your hand out for him to take. His long fingers accept your hold as he pulls himself up and dusts the dirt off his robe. His green emblem glows in the dim light and you’re internally screaming at the mess you just made for yourself. But you recognize his features: the sharpness in his eyes, the small curves of the corners of his lips, his neatly parted black hair.

“You’re in some deep---”

“---Kim Doyoung.” The boy freezes at the sound of his name and he blinks at you, curious as to where you know of him. Being a Prefect has its small perks of popularity, but he didn’t expect for it to go this far. “Y/N, we had brooms together.”

As he repeats your name and examines your pretty features, a light bulb goes off in his head. “The clumsy Hufflepuff that fell off her broom in the highest altitude?”

“If that’s how you remember me by.” You smile proudly, and he scoffs at how someone could possibly hold pride in something so silly. “It’s nice to see you around, you’re a Prefect! Wow! That’s incredible.”

“And you’re still as clumsy as you were a year ago. Falling all over the place.”

“Unfortunately, some things don’t change! But you certainly have.” Doyoung looks at you with hooded eyes and a cautious gaze, but you’re so outlandishly bold despite swaying with your hands behind your back. “Please, don’t take that the wrong way. I meant it as a compliment! I used to have a tiny crush on you, baseless, but you helped me catch my broomstick and I’ll never be able to forget that.”

Doyoung, unknowingly, lights up at your shameless confession and takes another good look at you. You're much more mature now, and if he stared into your alluring gaze any longer, he’d be completely mesmerized without the need of a love potion. “So you liked me over a meaningless chivalrous act?”

“I liked you because you were charming and yes, perhaps I am someone who finds attractiveness in men who are chivalrous. There’s nothing wrong with that.” You bat your sweet eyelashes at him so endearingly, and he’s a blushing mess all over the place.

Doyoung has had anonymous love letters passed on from his friends, but they were all Slytherins who yearned greedily to be associated with his status. So knowing that a Hufflepuff, with an innocent youthful approach to love, festered some form of infatuation with him does flatter him quite well. “I’ll let you go.”

You’re about to exhale an exasperated sigh of relief until Doyoung continues, “under one condition.”

“Okay, I’ll do anything.” Your gleaming eyes sparkle like stars paired with the night sky.

He rolls his eyes at you, “don’t be so quick to jump at conditions without hearing them first.” Doyoung groans and you passively brush off his comment.

“If it’s harmless, I’ll do it.”

And in the dead of the night, where only you two stand in the middle of an empty cobblestone hallway, Doyoung requests, “I want to see you again.”

Although that night marked the beginning of your friendship, public interactions were still scarce and this was mainly on the fault of Doyoung. The times you met were late nights past curfew where he was stationed at and he grew to enjoy your wondrous personality. This boy grew up in a Slytherin bubble his whole life, no one outside of his house ever dared approached him … at least, not with the warmest smile as yours.

You were everything he was not, but he liked it so much. You were a half that completed his whole, and there were growing pains he couldn’t confide in anyone else. Surprisingly, you knew his imperfections more than he did himself and yet, you still wanted to be around him to encourage him. Not to mention, you had a sudden growth in other parts of your body and formed into your features very beautifully.

He wasn’t the only one who noticed, as there were more male counterparts who smiled at you, talked about you, fawned over you. And he felt something heighten inside of him along with his existing romantic feelings, and that he began seeing you in a new light.

With you experiencing new things, like hand holding and being showered by love letters on Valentine’s Day, it was wrong of him to fester such envy over the ones who publicly adorned you. He was so blinded by his hot headed rage that he completely missed the fact that you never accepted anyone who confessed, maybe the hand holding, but everyone else was a complete rejection.

All this time, you had been waiting for him and when you two shared your first kiss together, you had an assumption that Doyoung was going to finally confess that he felt the same way. But he never did. You two did, however, further your relationship into something more intimate and taking each other’s virginities opened a whole pathway of possibilities --- none being one where you two end up officially together.

He was the first to sleep with someone else, that was his first of many mistakes that he was going to make in his relationship with you. It also became the drop of the needle for you to start seeing other people as well, to explore what Doyoung couldn’t offer, to rid yourself of the feelings you had for a boy that didn’t seem like he wanted anything more.

Chivalry was dead and Doyoung believed that the innocent youthful Hufflepuff love had disappeared from within you.

As his present day runs after you, you’re abruptly stopped by a Ravenclaw for a small chat. Damn you Hufflepuffs for being friendly and social. So, he rushes past the two of you and into the classroom to await for your arrival. The quick shade of green flashes by your side and you’re fuming incredibly at how Doyoung continues to play you like a harp.

When you slide into your assigned seat next to him, he goes off like a canon. Doyoung starts spewing backhanded excuses and endless shameless rambles about his behavior. “I told you. Don’t talk to me during class or I will jinx you. Won’t be able to talk with your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth.”

“You’re not going to jinx me.” With a subtle flick of his wrist, your chair is pulled closer to his. “And if you were to do so, you wouldn’t do something so cynical.” Yelping at the abrupt usage of his magic, you’re irritably pressing your ink into your journal with a newfound annoyance.

“You’re right. I’d turn you into a duck, so at least, you’re still cute to look at.” The mindless scribbles on the paper make no sense in your head, as you’re primarily zoned in on the disrupted energy you have about your Slytherin companion. These ill feelings make you almost sick, wanting to shut out any bad replay of the moments before and forgetting about the attention you seek so much from Doyoung.

“For you to successfully cast a jinx on me, you must make eye contact first.” His finger lifts your chin and you’re eye to eye with his lustful dark stare. Doyoung licks his lips, a shine shimmers from his saliva, and he’s tempted to bring you into his chambers for an intimacy he’s been craving. “My, oh my. You’re looking very charmed today.” A grin curves up and taunts you, and you’re blinking away down at the table.

“Doyoung, we’re in class. Please, focus.” Your desperate whisper turns into a whine once his cold hand slyly smooths over your bare knee.

“Are you free later tonight?” Doyoung peers over at your side profile and your skin feels soft at his fingertips. He’s imagining your intoxicating scent mixing with his sheets, your light playful kisses along his neck, and gripping onto every naked part of you. For a whole minute, he’s forgotten that he’s in class with other no name individuals and a boring professor. He has tunnel vision whenever he’s with you.

“I have an arrangement.” The grip on your knee tightens at your quiet answer. An arrangement.

“The Gryffindor who had leafy greens in between his teeth?” Doyoung treads lightly, because you’re both well aware he’s made harsher insults than that. He retrieves his hand and picks up his pen as if he’s never touched you.

He sees your head shake out of the corner of his eye, you’re rolling your lips together sheepishly. There’s something odd about your stance and he’s growing a bit more curious…. A bit more spiteful at how closed off you are being. There’s something you’re hiding from him. “Then, who?”

“Is there something you’d like to discuss with the class, Mr. Kim? If not, I’d like for everyone to head over to the greenhouse.” As the class slightly snickers and the classroom empties, you and Doyoung are stopped by your professor.

Professor Sprout, wearing her worn out Dragon hide gloves and a thin lined smile, shoves a potted plant into Doyoung’s hands, “behave, you two. Your conversations are never very secret when spoken aloud.” She gives both of you a warning before proceeding out along with the rest of the class.

Doyoung scoffs at the absurd encounter and rolls his eyes. “Ah, you’re getting me in trouble with you now.”

“I’m sorry, Doyoung. It’s better that you don’t know.” You say this every time, when will you realize that keeping your hookups a secret only causes him more agony? He catches your wrist as you both exit the corridors, he barely ever has you alone now. And to say the least, he fucking misses you.

“Spare me some of your time after class.” He’s disgusted by himself, knowing that his eyes are begging for you to say yes. Him, a highly admired Slytherin, has settled for scraps and if anyone knew, they’d never let him live.

Your hand gently clasps over his and when you look up with your starry eyes, something inside him feels at peace. “Did you miss me?” He gulps at your question and blinks at you like a deer in headlights. If said by anyone else, he would not hesitate to snap his fingers into a malicious spell. But you ask the million dollar question so sweetly, there’s no taunt… there’s no mockery in your tone. It’s full of genuine curiosity.

So, he answers you with part of his heart that you know too well. “Unfortunately.” His body falls slightly in defeat, and suddenly the potted plant is alive in his hands. It’s wailing a dangerous and annoying loud cry, completely ruining the moment.

Doyoung quizzically ponders the monstrous green plant and its magical capabilities puzzle him, possibly reminding him to pay more attention to the actual curriculum than on your unbuttoned shirt.

Moreover, your giggle surprisingly calms him in this stressful situation and you lightly pat his hand that’s still gripping your wrist. “I’m all yours after class.” 

Taking the wretched plant, you hurry off toward the greenhouse to find someone to diffuse the crying creature. Doyoung laughs in disbelief at your comical animated figure running around with a pot over your head and shouting for any student to help you. So you’re not paying attention in class either?

Doyoung takes you to your favorite place, despite the rule that you’re not allowed access to it. The Prefect Bathroom remains spotlessly clean and fresh paired with an immediate scent of rosewater and wild honeysuckle. The white polished marble gleams prettily under the twinkling diamond chandeliers and you’re twirling enthusiastically in the center of the large undressing area.

He observes and smiles widely to himself at the sight of your happiness and cute giggles. It’s always a risk to have you use their bathroom, but he is always abusing his privilege to seek your enjoyment that he truly doesn’t care about anything else. Your morality has beaten him enough and he’s heard plenty about his wrongdoings, yet here you are… sweetly dancing in the one place that’s absolutely wrong. Perhaps, you two have rubbed off a little too much on one another.

“I can never get sick of this place.” As you plead to Doyoung to cast a bubble bath, you’re already stripping out of your skirt. He shields his eyes to give you some privacy and recites the charm to run hot dazzling water in the ginormous pool. A nice soothing bath is exactly what you two need after a stressful day playing in the dirt.

“This is your favorite place.” says Doyoung with a matter of fact edge to this tone.

“It’s my favorite place because I only get to come here with you.” You jump on his back and he hoists you up by your thighs. His heart skips a happy tune. “I refuse for you to tell me the password, even if you do wish for me to enjoy the simple pleasures of a bubble bath.”

“You and your right and wrongs.” With eager hands, you’re loosening his tie from around his neck. “You stripped so fast that you’re going to get a cold.”

“It’s going to get steamy really soon. Plus, I know you like me best without any clothes on.” Your hot breath tickles the shell of his ear and a blush scatters across Doyoung’s cheek. Button after button, his open shirt exposes his toned build. He sets you on the edge of the elevated step before the bath.

Doyoung smirks at your nakedness and your hot lustful expression. Leaning in until he’s practically breathing against your lips, he stares straight into your eyes. “My Puff knows me best.” And dives into you with all his soul. Fruitful drags of his lips along yours, his long tongue enters your mouth. His large hand carefully caresses your cheek to pull you further into the kiss, noses pressing into skin and with a desire to never part.

His heart swells lovingly, kissing you feels like the best thing in the world. There are no tricks, no spells, no recited charms, but you are more than magical. The same surge of energy runs through his veins, but unlike his impressive ability as a notable wizard, he can’t control it. You make him lose control. As meticulous and cautious as he is, you’re the first thing he doesn’t think through.

Your needy hands push off his dress shirt and he hurriedly unbuckles his belt. When you break the kiss, he automatically pouts and pulls you back in for one more lingering peck. “Are you going to scrub my back for me?” You smile, dragging him closer to the overflowing bathtub.

Large puffs of white bubbles spill from the rims and disappear with your every step. It reminds you of sea foam that washes upon the shore, with a floral fragrant that fills your lungs. “That’s quite an intimate gesture, but yes.”

After removing all his garments, he joins you in the large pool of glossy bubbles and the clouds of steam that rises from the water suffocates him warmly. He sits with his back against the wall and eyes unwavering on your alluring expression. 

The bubbles do a great job at covering your breasts, but his sneaky hands snake under the water to grip them. Doyoung grabs a full tit and thumbs over your erect nipple, all while he holds the most sensual gaze with you. Slowly, you naturally end up in his hold and your wet back relaxes against his chest.

The beating of his heart is too loud and surely, you can feel the way it jumps out of his chest. Doyoung attaches his lips on your skin and as you’re melting at his harsh suckling. However, you perk up and snap out of your dazed arousal at the realization of his purposeful licks. “You’re trying to mark me?”

His hand continues to rub and twist your aching nipples. The sensation stimulating the growth of pleasure to sprout below and your mind to wander. 

“Possibly.”

A lovers’ mark is the ultimate testament of mutual love. Engraving the skin with your beloved’s Patronus, wherever the giver chooses to mark. Love emblems are meant to be something sacred to the couple, a way to make someone completely untouchable to everyone else. Not only does the symbol glow with an iridescent shine whenever love is felt, it also numbs any romantic feelings for all others besides the partner.

Besides the use of possessiveness, it’s a beautiful way to discover one true love since the engraving of their Patronus shows up on the skin under the conditions that both individuals must be madly in love with one another. And if it doesn’t end up forming, the receiver is left with a bright, sparkling star hue in its place before fading away completely. If it does appear, it fades when both fall out of love.

“Doyoung--” His name falls from your lips as a moan and he’s running down to explore the beauty between your legs. “--can’t do that unless you actually want to commit to me.”

“I am committed to you.” The more your neck cranes off to the side and exposed to him, the more he wishes to etch the symbol of his love for everyone to see. A hand is hooked under your thigh to keep your legs spread open and you’re gasping at the slight pressure from the water.

“Romantically committed to me.” You remind him, but your train of thought is cut fairly short as Doyoung begins rubbing circles on your needy clit.

“You’re afraid of it showing up?” He’s lathering your breasts with bubbles and dragging his long finger along your slit. His greediness overtakes him and with wandering hands, he’s gripping every part of you that they can reach. Doyoung’s guilty pleasure is always going to any form of physical affection from you specifically. When he finally gets ahold of you, it’s hard for him to let go.

Your warm skin is delicate and smooth beneath the very tips of his fingers and every exploration of your terrain makes him feel inexplicable explosions of fondness. Perhaps, you’ve captivated him and although he believed it would take something as extreme as the Amortentia to have him falling for someone, you did it as easily as being yourself. His better half.

So, he’s impressed by your genuineness and how he’s willing to give up parts of his reputation to unapologetically be himself around you. No one else matters, nothing else matters, but why must it be so difficult to tell you that?

“I’m afraid of it not showing up.” You’re more than convinced that Doyoung has confused his strong sense of lust with love and there would be no possible way his Patronus would appear. It’s better to save the embarrassment for the both of you.

Spinning in his arms, the water twirls to the curves of your body and he’s admiring parts that expose above the surface. He’s matched with your beauty before him, resemblance to the stained glass window that situates above the large bathroom.

However, the doubt in your statement finally reaches his ears and he’s grabbing your ass as you settle over his thighs again. His furrowed eyebrows bring together a rather upset expression --- lip pout and all.

“Why wouldn’t it show up?” Doyoung puzzles, bringing your arms to wrap around his neck. Leaning into him, your pruney fingers trace his smooth chin and he notices your quick flicker between his eyes and his lips.

While your gentle kiss reassures him of your subtle endearment, your next words do the opposite. “You tell me.” All you do is push him away with your vague doubtfulness, like you’re constantly testing him and using his poor guessing skills to your own advantage. He can pull you close after any altercation he wants, but you push him away in any emotionally romantic sense.

“You’re rather mischievous and mysterious today,” Doyoung squeezes your ass and smacks it lightly, causing ripples in the water. “I liked it better when you told me everything you felt.”

Suddenly, his fingers poke at your entrance and his other hand drops in between your legs again. Your mouth opens in shock when his long fingers enter slowly and he enjoys the pleasurable contour of your reactions. “Like this, for example.” The pad of his fingers working rapid flicks against your sensitive bud. “How does this feel?” His whisper dances across your shoulder, landing a kiss at the end of his question.

Your moans echo in the lavish bathroom, bouncing off the marble walls and encouraging Doyoung to keep a steady pace. There’s no worry about how loud you may be, Doyoung charms every room before every lustful encounter. This allows you to let go, let free, let him know how he makes you feel.

He curves his fingers into you, pumping and dragging into your tightness until you’re practically screaming. He only has one thought, as his eyes trail down your intoxicated needy figure, how beautiful you are as a moaning mess under his control. Your head is thrown back, eyes are squeezed shut and opening them to see nothing but tiny yellow starlight.

Dainty kisses line your exposed neck line and his ego swells with so much pride. Doyoung has mastered every flick of his wrist to have you under his trance, spewing nonsensical words and forgetting anyone else that exists. He gives your erect nipples harsh licks and with a faint drag of teeth, the sensation pushes you to your end.

Sporadic pleasurable convulsions cause your legs to close around Doyoung’s hands, but the strength of his knee keeps them apart. “Doyoung… I’m going to free fall.”

Leave it up to you to beautifully announce your climax. He snickers, applying more pressure on your clit and a rubbing motion against your walls. “I’ll catch you.”

Moon crescents embed into his skin as you’re holding onto him with your whole life. As your scream hits every octave, the massive collection of bubbles that cover the surface of the bath fly and splatter every corner of the pristine room. 

White and wet bubbles drip down from the walls, falling from the diamond chandeliers, and coating every steamy mirror. Doyoung’s eyes light up from the chaos, making sure you’re riding out your high for as long as he can provide.

Your body trembles with euphoria, falling forward into Doyoung’s chest and squeezing around his lazily pumping fingers. For a brief second, your mind is wiped and nothing in the world feels better than being in this perfect moment with the one person who’s Patronus you hoped would etch your skin.

If one possesses feelings that are practically unbearable to contain, one should confess… right? For all your life, you’ve lived by this statement. Friends do not hear the end of it and most surely, one should follow their own advice… right?

So why do you yearn for Doyoung in your gaze as he stands across the Great Hall as if he doesn’t know of your existence? As if he wasn’t kissing you in the Prefect bathroom a few days prior?

It’s not an understatement to say that you catch the attention of almost every person in the room, but the one head that refuses to turn your way… the one who’s looks you wish to steal… is the one person who looks right through you.

Feelings have become a nuisance ever since the first time you confessed to him and it was worse than landing on cobblestone after falling off your broom. The reason why you’ve buried them deeper than any chamber is that you’re positive that the prized Slytherin would rather be with another, preferably one from his own house.

While you try to remain optimistic and playful for the time being, you’re simply replaceable to him. He can barely care to acknowledge you in public when Gryffindors boast about you in their arms like winning a trophy. You’ve kept good relations with every Ravenclaw you’ve slept with. You’ve kindly rejected every romantic gesture another Hufflepuff has offered.

But if there is one thing you’ve learned about him is that he’s lived in his Slytherin circle for as long as he lives. And it will stay that way. You’re his sweet Hufflepuff that he’ll push away at no cost, then pull you back in secrecy.

Now if one feels as if they’re wasting their time, one should leave… right? Wrong. Kim Doyoung has skewed with your morality… and your feelings remain loyal to him since the day he confessed to see you again.

“Lemon-drop, I’ve been looking all over for you.” An arm slings around your shoulders and the notable red and gold tie is the first thing you see. Jung Jaehyun, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, flashes his deep dimples at you. “Walk with me.”

He extends his palm out for you to take and your friends painfully elbow your sides to wake you from your hesitation. Taking his hand, you get up from the dining table and follow him out the Great Hall.

Doyoung sees the scene unfold before him and rolls his eyes at how Jaehyun’s dimples are all it takes to have you wandering off with him. Despite every wicked intent to follow you two, he heads out in the direction of the dormitories to fume in his room.

“It’s such a nice and sunny day today.” Jaehyun runs a hand through his luscious brown locks. You both exit into the front courtyard as other students are scattered on the lawns mingling with one another. When you peer up at the sky, the sun is barely seen past the layers of clouds.

“Jaehyun, is there something you needed to speak with me about?” His laughter roars, full of hefty song and amusement.

“Listen, lemon-drop. I like you and I have a feeling you feel the same way. I want to mark you if you’d let me.” Jaehyun smirks and just as he brings your hand up for a kiss, you gently let go. “Am I coming off too strong? We don’t have to do it today, I just wanted to see if it would show.”

“Jaehyun, you’re going to find an extravagant person one day. A person who is going to know all your favorite castle balconies to swing from and how you like to be kissed on the nose.” His ears grow a bright red and for once, his gaze drops to the ground. “I am, unfortunately, not that person for you so I must kindly reject your confession.”

As you turn on your toes, Jaehyun lightly holds your wrist to stop you. “But, you know all those things about me. Is there anything I can do to prove that we belong together?”

“I know them because I care enough to remember things you tell me, not because I loved you enough to observe these things about you. I give you my word that there is nothing you can do to prove me otherwise.” The corners of his lips dip downward and you’re running to the one person that will erase this sad rejection from your memory.

When you’re scanning the Great Hall for any sign of him, he’s not there and it leads you to his only hiding place. Doyoung loves to shut himself out from the rest of the school whenever he gets the chance. However, a lost Hufflepuff wandering outside the entrance of the Slytherin dormitories is rather an odd sight to see and you haven’t had the chance to form many connections from this house.

The sparse amount of Slytherins you know aren’t going to be passing by, unless with some stroke of luck, someone will be kind enough to open the door for you. Every person passes by you with questionable stares until a silver haired boy blinks at you with wide eyes.

“Who is it that you’re trying to see?” He asks abrasively, but softens his tone when he realizes that you mean no harm.

You bid him a small grin, “your Prefect.”

“And what for?”

“There is an urgent matter that involves him and he’s practically unreachable when he’s hiding away in his private room.” The boy narrows his eyes at you, but beckons you to follow him down to the Slytherin dungeon.

Excitedly, you hurry behind him and whisper over his shoulder, “what’s your name?”

“Nakamoto Yuta. No need to tell me yours, I’ll doubt he’d want me to know.” He spits and then, mutters the enchanted password to reveal the large green common room. “Come this way.” He leads up the boys’ dorms and walks briskly. Although you never mentioned a name, Yuta seems to already know who you’re here to see and it makes you wonder how he must know.

“Open up.” Yuta stops and knocks at the wooden door, Kim Doyoung written in a fancy penmanship on the center. “You have a guest.” He looks your way before rolling his eyes at Doyoung’s irritated tone through the other side.

“Tell them to leave.”

“He wants you to leave.” Yuta repeats, mostly to satisfy Doyoung’s nag.

“That’s fine. Thank you for bring---” The door swings open abruptly and Yuta almost loses his balance. Doyoung frantically turns his head side to side to comprehend what he is seeing. His ears felt deceived, hearing your voice through the door, he had to make sure it wasn’t you.

But you stand before him and Yuta. Here you are approaching him whenever he least expects it. “What are you doing here?”

“I came by to see you. I’ve been here plenty of times.”

“What are you doing bringing her in?” scolds Doyoung and the other boy shrugs carelessly.

“What was I supposed to do? Let her bat puppy eyes at several other Slytherins and have her telling everyone who passes her that she came here to see our Prefect? It was also getting cold out.” Yuta mumbles, but finds great entertainment at seeing how frazzled Doyoung has gotten by your presence.

“It was a bit chilly.” You admit and Doyoung groans, pulling you into his room and shutting the door on Yuta. “Thank you, Yuta.” You whisper through the crack between the door frame.

“It’s too risky for you to be searching for me around other Slytherins.” Doyoung paces the room and you notice his tie is loose and shirt is unbuttoned around his neck. “Why are you here?”

“A Gryffindor blew me off. I thought I’d come and see you with all the free time I can get.” Taking a seat at the end of his neatly made bed, your legs swing adorably and Doyoung almost doesn’t hear you.

“Jaehyun? Does he think he’s too good for you or something? That cocky dimple Gryffindor, with the draw of my wand---” Doyoung whips out his intricately customized Dragon Heartstring, and you’re on your feet to calm his temper down.

“Will you put that thing away? I’m here for you.” Your giggle warms his tight chest and puts out the fueling flame for anyone who dares to hurt you in any way. “It’s not a big deal and it’s not the first time it has happened.”

Doyoung uncomfortably clears his throat and withdraws his wand. Buttoning up his shirt, he fixes his tie back in place. To say the least, your words erupted his festering jealousy and this may have been a small tipping point.

Before you had entered, he was so frustrated with himself and you. You can just walk away with another man without a second thought, in front of him too. He remembered the soft feeling of your body and how he’s not the only one who’s needy hands ran their course over you. That may be the one pain he can never get rid of.

“I never understood why you give other men the time of your day when they just brush you off undeservingly.” He stings and you’re slightly surprised at his sudden attack. When you respond in silence, he continues.“I thought Hufflepuffs are to be loyal, so why do you sleep with other men?”

Crossing your arms, your weight is barred on your left leg and there is a shift in your overall mood. With an eyebrow raised, you sass him back, “People say Slytherins are ambitious, so why didn’t you chase after me?”

Doyoung swallows hard and blinks at you speechless. A clammy hand runs through his black strands as he tries to find any possible explanation without confessing his feelings. If he had a plan to confess, it would never be in the middle of an inquisition with you.

“I guess you didn’t think before acting on your desires.” And how he hated how correct that statement is. He doesn’t ever think whenever he’s around you. All his actions are conducted with his emotions and the feelings that overtake him.

Doyoung scoffs, rolling his eyes at your rash comment. “Aren’t you supposed to have the strongest morality among all the houses?”

“Sleeping with multiple men isn’t morally wrong. There’s nothing wrong with it…” The slight hurt from his question is difficult to ignore, but you must remember one thing if you want to protect your heart on your sleeve. This is nothing serious to be bickering over. You two aren’t anything serious, so why feel the need to squabble over nonsense? “... it would only be wrong if someone liked me and wished to commit to me.”

Your eyes meet and Doyoung blinks at you with wide eyes. His Adam’s Apple bobs as he gulps again, completely whiplashed at how the conversation has turned. “And if that’s the case and you like me, would that make you jealous, Doyoung? That’s why you’re trying to poorly attack my character?” He’s never heard such a strong taunt in your tone and he’s baffled by it, slightly aroused, but shocked.

“I don’t like you.” His voice is small and he pouts his lips at you. Doyoung crosses his arms and perhaps, his sad expression reveals a little more than it should have. Your heart softens at his ridiculously cute response, had you expected something much more angry and vindictive.

“Then this conversation is over, right? I’ll be on my way now. I have herbology.”

“We have the same class.” He grumbles, grabbing his robe from his desk chair.

You open the door to make your exit, “but since you don’t want to be seen with a Hufflepuff, I’ll go ahead first.” When you stumble out into the hallway, a recognizable face brightens at your appearance.

“Haechan! Hello, I haven’t seen you in a while.” You’re cheering and Doyoung chews the inside of his cheek. His pride is left at the door and along with all the things that hold him back from you, he doesn’t want to push you away anymore.

“My favorite Hufflepuff, are you just leaving?” Haechan walks up to open his arms, wishing to embrace you in the longest hug. However, Doyoung quickly takes you by your hand and rushes past him.

“She came to walk with me to class. Bye Haechan.” And Haechan is left standing in the middle of the hallway, confused and watching your backs as you’re both briskly walking out the common room.

Doyoung looks back at you, “you think I’m going to let you walk out of my room and have another Slytherin walk you to class? Don’t be so foolish.”

But you are foolish. Your heart beats foolishly and loudly for Kim Doyoung. And may you be foolish enough to wonder if his heart does the same for you.

And it does. Foolishly. Loudly. Lovingly.

You both wonder if this vicious cycle will ever meet its end. Doyoung pushes you away by ignoring your existing relationship, but pulls you back into his embrace as if it never happened. You push him away by running off with other men, but come back to him as if he’s the one person you’re loyal to.

But on this particular night, after mass circulation of rumors reaches the ears of the lovesick Slytherin, Doyoung is pulling you away from your huddled group of friends in the middle of the long corridor hallways. Without any greeting, any spoken words, he’s dragging you to his room right in front of everyone to see. His hand around yours like it was two days prior, but with an expression so grave on his sullen face.

The silence between you two brings no comfort, but you don’t dare say the first words. Doyoung, finally, approached you first in public and it is possibly for a greater reason. Perhaps you’ve done something horribly wrong, and the moment you two step into his room that you’ll hear a mouthful.

However when he closes the door to his room, your hand immediately drops from his embrace and he turns to face you. There is a darkness in his eyes, one that light cannot touch, and his lips are tight in a line.

There is an eerie silence that fills the dark room and the murky windows paint the area an ominous green. Doyoung focuses on your confused, yet adorable expression. “Why did you lie to me?”

The door catches your slight stumble and you’re blinking cluelessly at him. “About what?”

“Jaehyun.” He breathes the name in spite and aggressively loosens his tie. “He didn’t blow you off. You rejected him and he’s telling everyone it's because you’re in love with someone else.”

You scorn at such a ridiculous rumor and for the fact that it’s even made its way around to Doyoung. Another realization hits you. All it took for him to approach you in public is a meaningless rumor.

So in response, you laugh and it mocks him further. “This is not a laughing matter, y/n.”

“I’m sorry, but why are you so upset at that? Fine. I did lie to you, but I never told Jaehyun I was in love with anyone else.”

“Are you in love with someone else?” Doyoung says with balled fists at his side. There is a mixture of anger and sadness running through his veins and he’s so sick of feeling this way.

Your hesitation speaks for you, “It’s better that you don’t know.”

“You say this every time and it does nothing to ease my conscience.” Doyoung throws his hands in the air and stares at you with sharp eyes. “Is that why you were afraid that my emblem wouldn’t show up? Because your heart belongs to another. Yeah, I heard Jaehyun wanted to mark you too.”

Men and their constant want to prove something to themselves with their marks. Everyone has a twisted reality of markings now. There have been many others who have tried to mark you, feeling as if lust would be enough to suffice its appearance. As one's Patronus is special to their own protection, a beloved’s Patronus mark holds the same value.

You’re quite at a loss for words, “I was afraid that it wouldn’t show up, not because of myself, but because of you.”

Doyoung points at himself in disbelief. Him? He loves you more than anyone he’s ever encountered, even if you didn’t know it. “I wouldn’t have almost tried it if I wasn’t sure of myself.”

“You don’t love me, Doyoung. I don’t even know if I can even say you romantically like me.” Those words hurt the both of you and it lingers in the room for longer than you’d like.

“Do you think I fuck you meaninglessly like all those other losers you sleep with?” Doyoung steps forward, pulling you into his chest and admiring everything he’s fallen in love with. A pain spreads across his heart as he thinks of you with another person, of someone else kissing you, of someone else making you happy.

“You really don’t feel it in the way I kiss you?” He asks once more and your own stare drops to his shoulder, a bit ashamed to maintain eye contact with such pained eyes.

“And if I did? How would you explain that? That you are actually in love with me?” Your questions pelt him like rocks. As he pushes you on his bed, you pull him down with his tie.

Doyoung drinks you up like fresh water, a crisp and refreshing love that encourages him to reach heights. His hand cups your face and his feather touches reminds you of his gentleness. Your lips taste like sweet honey, dripping and coating him with a sticky sugar.

He’s happier with you and he’s the happiest kissing you. Perhaps, it’s hard for him to express with words, but he’d always hope his actions speak louder. So, his lips press against yours with a whirl of passion and every good feeling that grows in his chest.

The collar of his shirt is wrinkled in your fist and you’re holding him as if you’re afraid of him letting go. Doyoung runs a hand down your torso and lifts the end of your skirt up. A warm hand pushes your legs apart and a finger presses your clit through your cotton panties.

Your mouth opens into a moan and he takes this opportunity to shove his long tongue inside, lapping with your own. As a wet spot forms on your panties, he pulls them to the side and gathers the slick to gently rub your erect clit. His name is lost and muffled in the kiss, but you tap at his chest.

When he breaks away and halts all movement, he looks down over you with a fire burning in his dark orbs. And a confession falls from his swollen lips, “may I mark you?”

“And if it doesn’t show up?” Though, you’re wishing to the most powerful wizards that it does or else your heart would shatter into a million pieces beyond repair.

He bites his lip and every possible outcome scatters his thoughts. It’s too hard to concentrate, so he doesn’t at all. He focuses on your pretty lips and the way you look at him like he’s the only person that matters. “Then, we’ll deal with the consequences later.”

With your quick nod, Doyoung attaches his lips to your neck and harshly sucks at your skin. For the most part, it’s a pleasurable feeling and sends a shiver down your spine. So, he licks and nibbles until he can barely breathe. Your faint scent of patchouli and ginger intoxicates him, wraps him up in a fuzzy coziness that is unmatched.

Your hands unbutton his shirt and a final gentle bite seals his mark. If the love is reciprocated, the emblem would take a moment to form. Doyoung is rather hopeful and excited, as he’s never seen his Patronus before. “You look beautiful.”

“And you look dazed as if someone charmed you.” You giggle and kiss his red lips.

“You’re quite the powerful one, my Puff.” He smiles against your jaw before proceeding to your mess down below. He gives your aching clit a few licks, which cause your body to twist and turn at the sensitive sensation.

“Please, I haven’t felt you in so long.” Whining and tugging at his hair, Doyoung leaves a lasting kiss and gets up to remove his pants.

“Did you miss me?” Doyoung raises a suggestive eyebrow and cocks his head to the side in mockery, a smirk growing on his face.

You reply with a silly response that only he knows and causes him to chuckle, “unfortunately.” And he’s finding every way not to confess his endearments for you.

His dick stands tall and proud against his abdomen, giving it a few jerks as he watches you strip out of your own clothes. You turn around and sit on your knees, with a slight tilt forward and the arch in your back to accentuate your ass.

Doyoung rolls on the protection as quickly as he can. His hands lightly smack your cheeks and slowly enters your dripping hole. His hands grip your hips as he slides deeper into you, both being moaning messes at the delicious feeling.

“Have you always been this big?” You look back at him and to which he devilishly smiles at you.

“You know just the way to fuel my ego,” when his length is fully buried inside of your tight walls, he wraps an arm around your waist and a hand on your tit. “After all the times you’ve been fucked, your pussy is still as tight as ever.”

Doyoung slams hard into you, showing no mercy and causing you to jolt up. He takes every frustration, every feeling of anger, every ounce of jealousy into his thrusts. “But you take me so well, darling. I’ve never seen someone as pretty as you.”

His compliments cause your heart to soar, despite the soreness you’re beginning to feel in your pussy. He’s relentless, bottoming out until his tip is practically in your guts. “Just like that, baby. You’re the only one who fucks me this good.”

He blushes under the low light and leans forward to kiss the top of your head. “My Puff, you’re so sweet to me.” The loud squelch of your tight pussy gripping his dick fills the hot room, “and so wet.”

You’re shamelessly dripping on his green velvet blanket and Doyoung picks up his speed. Your knees give out as you fall face forward into the mattress, hands in fists from the incredible pleasure of every hit. Your ass now in his full view and every tingle of magic lights up in his veins.

Your throat is raw from screaming and moaning, Doyoung holds your hips steady to thrust into a new angle. Automatically, your body twitches as his tip hits your special spot and he’s well aware that you’re close to releasing.

And with his fast thrusts, he asks you an intimate question that is fueled by envy and rage. “If I fuck you the best, then why do you sleep with other men?”

There are no thoughts in your mind to even give him a white lie, to mask the truth of your actions. He’s fucking you into an oblivion that it’s hard to even focus on anything besides pleasure. The books on his shelf begin to tremble as you’re crying out, “I- I don’t know! Fuck, please… ! I’m tipping over.”

“Answer the question or I will stop.” He’s absolutely cynical and you have every reason to believe his threat. Doyoung lifts your limp body upright, against his torso and an arm secured around your middle as before. His hand snakes to your clit, rubbing feathering circles over the neglected bud.

Nonetheless, his single action paired with his tip grazing harshly against the particular spot causes your legs to tremble. “Do you want me to stop?” His threat rings in your ears when you still left him without an answer.

You’re so close, you’re starting to see white. So, you say what your heart tells you and the truth falls from your lips in a loud confession. “Because I wanted you to love me instead! I fucked them to forget about my love for you… fuck, I’m--”

“I’ve got you. Let go of yourself, baby.” Doyoung slows his hips when your walls squeeze around him sporadically. Every book flies out and hits the opposite wall, clattering the floor with heavy academia. However, he repeats your proclamation endlessly in his mind and his heart surges with the most intense romantic desires.

“I do love you, y/n.” He whispers, cumming into his rubber and simply holding you tightly. He lets go of every prideful arrogance in his body, tossing the lame reputation he always tried to hold onto. He didn’t need that if it meant losing you. Doyoung chuckles to himself for being an obvious cliché, announcing one’s love in the midst of a lustful act. He pulls out and gently tucks you into the covers.

Breathless, you’re finally realizing his confession. “You do? Are you sure?” Any subtle movements has your aching lower half in pain, so you settle with resting on his plush pillows and await for him to join you in bed.

All this time, from beginning to now, you’ve been oblivious to his yearning looks across the Great Hall. The intensity of his kisses had been lost upon you completely as you had convinced yourself that he was incompatibly of loving you back. Even now, as you lay in slight doubt, you’re wondering how you managed to have everything fly over your head. 

When he discards his used protection and with a quick flick of his wrist, every book finds its original place on the shelf again, he enters the warm covers. Your arms wrap around his neck and you’re admiring each other’s expressions in the low light. He spots the notable twinkle in your eyes and his thumb lightly rubs your cheek.

“If the symbol of my Patronus doesn’t show, I promise to love you harder until it does.” Doyoung leaves the softest, most loving kiss on your lips. He’s more than thankful for the lack of light as he’s bashfully red all over his cheeks.

“Usually, people just give up.” Your voice is harsh, possibly from the deafening screaming of pleasure prior.

Doyoung shakes his head. He’s made too many mistakes in this relationship with you. Sleeping with another. Ignoring your existence. Being too prideful to be seen with another house. All these incidents have made him feel nothing but ugliness and distraught, and pushed you away further than how much he is able to pull you back.

He loves you. He’s in love with you. He’s fallen for you recklessly as you did off your broom the first encounter. You’re everything he’s never been and never will be, yet you don’t care. You’re by his side, despite his spitefulness and you never miss a beat. That innocent youth approach to love, oh how he wishes it never faded, and though he thought it did, it didn’t. You remain true to your character when he fights with himself internally.

“That would be a mistake and I can’t afford to keep making them.” A glossy sheen over Doyoung’s regretful eyes, but you pull him closer and you refuse to let his eyes wander.

A tired harmless sigh escapes your lips and a dreamy haze overcomes you. Besides the reminder of needing to use the bathroom flashing in your mind, there is nothing else you want to dissect. Feelings are too complex to discuss at the moment and the resolve has already passed.

Regardless of the marks appearing, you’re content with the night and for the rest of your days. Kim Doyoung, the Slytherin boy of your dreams, loves you back and the power of that alone beats any spell in those dusty old textbooks.

“Why can’t we lay here forever?” Your heavy eyelids fall slowly and your voice grows small.

Doyoung kisses your shoulder, then your neck. “That’s impossible. I can’t give you forever.” He mumbles against your skin, sending vibrations across your throat.

“You are my forever.” Doyoung halts and is left speechless as a white glowing entity catches his eye. And the absolute perfect outline of his Patronus sits underneath your jaw, brightly shining with iridescent brilliance --- he makes out the outline: a White Swan, representing his love for you. Doyoung smiles to himself and hopes for it to never fade. Perhaps, he can give you forever.

some fun critical questions to think about hehe -

why do you think y/n lied to doyoung about jaehyun confessing? why do you think yuta helped y/n enter the Slytherin dormitories? what is the meaning behind the White Swan Patronus? Why do you think y/n continued to like doyoung after all this time?

there are no right or wrong answers, just something fun to have you thinking a little more about the fic haha if you want, you can send me an ask about it :) but overall, no pressure and thank you for reading! please leave me some feedback if you can! happy new year!

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