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âThey just couldnât get enough of The old Usher, huh?â Julian letâs out a cocky smirk, proud that heâs lasted in the hearts and minds of hhn employees and enjoyers for so long. âSo, does this mean Iâll be making a big return anytime soon? HHN 35 is not to far off⌠I think Albert and Paulo would agree⌠I canât waitâŚâ
/// THANK YOU SM @bound-books-and-glowing-clouds FOR LETTING ME KNOW THAT THIS EXISTS WHEN THE LITTLE FIGURES COME OUT I HAVE TO FIND HIM ONLINE SOMEWHERE HES A NEED!!! I know what the one impossible holiday gift that I ask for of the year will be!! Last years was 2006 Spencerâs Exclusive Living Dead Dolls and I actually got them in mint condition!! They r my pride and joy and I love my parents u guys. Sorry!! I ramble on!! AnywaysâŚ
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Play ideas for chronically ill, disabled, or otherwise bed bound/low energy littles
Hi all! I am chronically ill. I am not comfortable sharing my specific diagnosis, but I am more than okay with talking about disability in general. Everything below is based on my own personal experiences and activities I like to do while stuck in bed. Everyone's body and experiences are different. I may list some things that just aren't an option for you, and that's okay. You are more than welcome to add on to this post with activities you do too!
đ Open the curtains and cloud watch! I like to look for clouds that remind me of animals or characters and day dream a story about them. If the weather is nice, consider opening your window a little bit and letting some fresh air into your room.
đŚ Bird watch! I have a bird feeder outside my window that I painted myself from a kid's kit. There are also bird feeders that have suction cups that can be stuck right on your window. You can also make your own seed ornaments. You could pick yourself up a kids book or two on learning to identify birds.
đˇ Get a window planter. You may need someone's help to set one up, but once they are in place they are fairly easy to care for. I like pansies and marigolds because they remind me of childhood, and they are low maintenance and do well in containers.
đ Audiobooks are great for middles who want to read chapter books. If you have a library card you can borrow tons of audiobook, ebooks, and comics through hoopla and Libby for free. There are some audiobooks for younger kiddo books, but honestly I think YouTube is better for that.
đźď¸ Scrapbooks and journals! Being penpals with another little is also an option, but I do recommend using basic internet safety and common sense. (I don't think you should do this if you are under 18). You could always scan/take pictures of your letter and send it digitally to your penpal instead.
đď¸ If you spend a lot of time in bed, and have the money to do so, I really recommend getting items to make your time in bed more comfortable. Extra pillows, or even a reading pillow can be helpful. Lap desks or bed tables can give you space to color or set up play scenes with small toys.
đ You can also decorate the area around your bed to make it more child like! Fairy lights, glow in the dark stars, bed canopies, posters, and the like.
đŞ I have a floor chair I use for times I am playing outside of my bed. Being close to the floor helps me feel small, but not having back support hurts after a short while. I have an adjustable one that I can lay flat on the floor as a sleeping mat. Very helpful for the times when I need a quick nap after playtime.
đ¨ Check the seasonal and kids sections at dollar stores and Five Below. I usually find fun craft kits that can keep me occupied for a bit for really cheap.
𧜠Do your own crafts! I like the knit and crochet. Some people can do them in bed, but I find it difficult to find a comfortable way to do that. However making friendship bracelets in bed works out pretty well. They make great gifts, even for non little friends. Or you could make matching ones for you and your CG or favorite plushie!
đŞ Make your own sensory bin! You can find tons of tutorials and ideas online. Bonus is you can get most of the items you would use at the dollar store. There are tons of other DIY sensory toys you can make as well if you look around. Glitter/shaker bottles are pretty popular too.
đ Cuddle with your stuffed animals. Tell them stories. Play pretend. Read to them. They will appreciate all of it.
đŽ If you have an old 3DS stuffed away in a drawer somewhere, pull it back out. 3DS are fairly easy to install homebrew and there are toooons of kiddo friendly games you could get (check 3ds.hacks.guide for this, do not follow tutorials on YouTube or random websites as they very well could be outdated)
đ Decorate your medicine organizers with stickers. If you use mobility aids you can decorate them as well! Fake flowers are great for decorating mobility aids and there are tons of ideas you can find online.
đź I have stomach problems that makes it hard for me to eat enough. I often drink Ensure to make sure I am getting enough calories/nutrients. I get the strawberry flavor and sometimes put it in my sippy cup and pretend it is strawberry milk đ
đ´ If you need rest, rest! You deserve to get as much sleep as your body needs. Babies and toddlers take naps all the time! Trying to just exist with chronic health issues is difficult enough. You don't need to push yourself.
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I PUT A SPELL ON YOU TOO.
Hyunjin x reader. (s,a)
Related chapter: I Put A Spell On You.
Synopsis: Having a common enemy, you and Hyunjin work together to secure your futures. With your witchcraft, the plan sets in motion, the boundaries between right and wrong blur, and secrets begin to unravel, leaving you and Hyunjin bound by more than just circumstance. (22,4k words)
Author's note: It's Friday the 13th, join the circle and enjoy this piece of magic âĄ
I PUT A SPELL ON YOU PLAYLIST đ§
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Neither the story, the characters nor the spells are real (but if it works, do tell me though!)
The first light of dawn filters through the blinds, painting faint golden streaks across the walls. The air is thick with the scent of burning sage, the smoke curling lazily upward before dissipating into the stillness of the room.Â
You stand barefoot before the altar, its surface a collection of well-worn spellbooks, crystals, and a single flickering candle. The morning ritual is second nature to you nowâa daily reminder of the power simmering beneath your skin, waiting to be unleashed.Â
With steady hands, you trace the sigil carved into the small bowl before you. The words come easily, slipping past your lips like a promise:Â
âWith fire in my veins and steel in my spine. Today the world bends, and all power is mine.âÂ
The candle flame responds, leaping higher for a moment before settling back into its steady glow. The familiar hum of energy vibrates through your body, faint but undeniable. Itâs not enough yetâyour magic is still rebuilding, still growingâbut itâs there. A spark, waiting to ignite.Â
You inhale deeply, the air filling your lungs with a mix of hope and resolve. Every day brings you closer to reclaiming the strength you once had, closer to the moment when the world will finally recognize your worth.Â
Reaching for the almanac resting at the edge of your altar, you flip to the marked date. The book feels heavy in your hands, the weight of countless predictions and warnings etched into its pages. Your eyes skim the delicate handwriting, pausing on the entry for today:Â
"The winds shift in the favor of the wary, but beware those who wield false crowns. Their power is fleeting, but their reach is long."Â
A chill runs through you, the words sinking in like a stone in still water. False crowns. Your mind flickers to the new CEO, the unsettling man who now occupies the highest seat in the company. Youâve felt his shadow looming since the day he arrived, his presence like a storm cloud waiting to break.Â
You close the almanac with a soft thud, the foreboding message settling heavily in your chest. The city stirs outside your window, but in this quiet moment, it feels as though time stands still.Â
You glance at your reflection in the nearby mirror, studying the determination etched into your features. Youâve come so far, yet thereâs still so much to do.Â
Today is just another step forward, another piece of the puzzle. Whatever challenges lie ahead, youâll face them head-on. The world doesnât know it yet, but its days of underestimating you are numbered.Â
âToday the world bends, and all power is mine.âÂ
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The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, and there he isâHyunjin. Perfectly dressed as always, his hair immaculate, his expression cool and distant. He steps in without a glance in your direction, his presence commanding the small space like a storm that doesnât need to rage to be felt. You step back to give him room, not that he notices. He presses the button for his floor, and the doors close, sealing you in together.Â
The silence is suffocating, a weight pressing down on your chest. Youâve grown used to thisâhis deliberate ignorance, the way he carries himself as though you donât exist. Itâs not new, but it doesnât hurt any less.Â
The memory of his smile, the warmth of his laughter, and the fleeting moments when he looked at you like you were the only person in the world flash through your mind. Itâs almost cruel, how vivid those memories are, knowing they mean nothing to him now. To Hyunjin, itâs as if none of it ever happenedâas if the love spell never existed, as if you never existed.Â
You bite the inside of your cheek, willing yourself not to let it show. After all, no one knows the truth but you. The weight of it is yours alone to carry. Every stolen glance, every pang of longing, every ounce of guiltâitâs all yours. You shift your gaze to the floor, pretending to study the polished tiles. You canât let yourself get lost in the what-ifs again.Â
When the elevator chimes for his floor, he steps out without so much as a glance in your direction. No words. Not even a polite nod. You let out a soft sigh once the doors close again, leaning back against the wall. Despite everythingâdespite his indifference, his coldness, the way he behaves as if youâre a strangerâyou canât bring yourself to feel anything but pride when you think about him.Â
Hyunjinâs name has been buzzing in the office lately. The whispers of his upcoming promotion are impossible to miss, and the thought of him moving up fills you with quiet satisfaction. He deserves it. Every bit of it. Heâs one of the hardest-working people youâve ever met, and no amount of his harshness toward you can erase that.
For all thatâs happenedâor hasnât happened, in his mindâyou wish him nothing but the best. Itâs a bittersweet truth, but one youâve come to accept. The elevator finally stops at your floor, and you straighten your shoulders, ready to face the day.
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The elevator doors slide open, and Hyunjin steps out, his polished shoes clicking softly against the marble floor. As he moves through the hallway, his mind lingers on the ride he just shared with you.Â
He hadnât meant to notice, but he did. That look againâsad and distant, like you were carrying the weight of something invisible. Like you were carrying him.Â
Itâs not the first time heâs caught it, either. The way your eyes linger on him, quiet and heavy with something he canât name. It unsettles him, that expression. Almost as if heâs hurt you somehow.Â
He frowns, shaking the thought away as he reaches his office. Youâre just a coworker, someone he passes in the halls. Whatever story youâve written for yourself, whatever sadness you carryâit has nothing to do with him. It *canât.* Hyunjin sets his bag down on his desk and exhales slowly, trying to refocus. Thereâs too much on his plate today to be distracted by fleeting glances and unanswered questions. He sits, pulling his laptop open, and begins sorting through the mountain of emails waiting for him.Â
Barely an hour has passed when his desk phone rings.Â
âHyunjin, can you come to my office for a moment?â Mr. Campbellâs voice is clipped, leaving no room for interpretation.Â
âOf course, sir,â Hyunjin replies, already standing. He smooths his jacket, preparing himself for what he assumes is good news. After all, the whispers of his impending promotion have been growing louder by the day.Â
The walk to Mr. Campbellâs office feels longer than usual, but Hyunjin steadies his nerves. This is it, he thinks. Finally, recognition for all his hard work.Â
But when he steps into the office, Mr. Campbellâs expression isnât celebratory. If anything, itâs tight with discomfort.Â
âHave a seat,â Mr. Campbell says, gesturing to the chair across from his desk. Hyunjin hesitates but complies.Â
âIâll get straight to the point,â Mr. Campbell begins, folding his hands together. âYouâve been an exceptional employee, Hyunjin. Your performance has been nothing short of stellar, and Iâve personally been advocating for your promotion.âÂ
Hyunjinâs heart begins to race, anticipation bubbling in his chest.Â
âHowever,â Mr. Campbell continues, his tone taking a sharp turn, âwith the new CEO stepping into the role, there have been⌠adjustments. Your promotion has been postponed.âÂ
The words hit like a punch to the gut. âPostponed?â Hyunjin echoes, his voice tight with disbelief.Â
âYes. The position you were being considered for has been filled by someone else, chosen directly by the CEO, Mr. Hargrave himself.âÂ
Hyunjin blinks, struggling to process the words. The work, the late nights, the endless hours of proving himselfâit was all for nothing?Â
âWith all due respect, sir,â Hyunjin says, his voice rising slightly, âthis is unfair. Iâve worked hard for that promotion. Iâve earned it.âÂ
âI donât disagree,â Mr. Campbell says, his tone apologetic but firm. âBut this decision is out of my hands. The CEO has made his choice.âÂ
Hyunjin clenches his fists, anger simmering beneath the surface. âSo, thatâs it? Years of dedication mean nothing?âÂ
âI understand your frustration,â Mr. Campbell replies. âBut I need you to remain professional about this. There will be other opportunities.âÂ
Hyunjin stands abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. He doesnât trust himself to say anything more without letting his anger slip entirely.Â
âThank you for your time,â he says curtly, turning on his heel and leaving the office.Â
As he stalks back to his desk, the weight of the conversation settles heavily on his shoulders. The unfairness of it burns in his chest. How could this happen? How could they just take everything heâs worked for and hand it to someone else?Â
His jaw tightens as he sits back down, trying to focus, but the injustice keeps replaying in his mind. Heâs not just upsetâheâs furious.Â
And for the first time in a long time, Hyunjin feels something dangerous brewing beneath the surface.Â
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The boardroom feels unusually tense this morning. The usual low buzz of pre-meeting chatter is muted, replaced by an air of nervous anticipation. Itâs your first meeting with Flint Hargrave, the new CEO, and even without the rumors, youâd know heâs not a man to be trifled with.Â
You take a seat at the long, polished table, your folder of documents in front of you. Flint hasnât arrived yet, but youâve already heard the whispersâheâs harsh, demanding, and utterly unyielding. A few employees exchange worried glances as they shuffle their papers, the tension palpable.Â
When the doors open, all conversation ceases. Flint strides into the room, his presence immediately commanding attention. Heâs tall and sharply dressed, his suit immaculate. His expression is unreadable, but his eyesâcold, piercing, and calculatingâscan the room like heâs sizing up prey.Â
You donât falter under his gaze. If heâs looking for weakness, he wonât find it here.Â
As the meeting begins, you wait for your turn, forcing yourself to focus. When it finally comes, you stand, walking to the head of the room where the projector is already set up. Taking a deep breath, you begin your presentation.Â
Your voice is steady as you explain your proposal, detailing the steps, objectives, and the benefits it would bring to both the company and its employees. You make eye contact with the board members and occasionally glance at Flint, gauging his reaction.Â
Unlike some higher-ups, Flint doesnât interrupt or appear distracted. He leans slightly forward, his hands folded on the table, giving you his full attention. His gaze is steady and sharp, making you feel like youâre under a microscope.Â
By the time you finish, you feel a flicker of hope. Maybe Flint isnât the tyrant everyone claims he is.Â
The room is silent for a moment before Flint speaks for the first time.Â
âThank you,â he begins, his tone professional but firm. âYour presentation was clear, and the proposal has merit.âÂ
You feel a small sense of relief.Â
âHowever,â Flint continues, his gaze locking onto yours, âI have a few adjustments Iâd like to make before I approve this.âÂ
He leans back slightly, his tone calm but carrying an edge of authority as he outlines his demands. The adjustments he proposes are subtle but significant, reshaping the very purpose of your proposal. They would disserve the employees, prioritizing cost-cutting and efficiency over fairness and well-being.Â
You clench your hands beneath the table, keeping your expression neutral. As he speaks, you realize this isnât just a misunderstandingâFlint knows exactly what heâs doing.Â
When he finishes, you respond as diplomatically as possible. âThank you for your input, Mr. Hargrave. However, I believe these adjustments might undermine the goals of the proposal, particularly in terms of employee satisfaction and long-term productivity.âÂ
Flint doesnât flinch and daringly holds your gaze. âI appreciate your perspective, but my priority is ensuring that the company operates at maximum efficiency. Your proposal is promising, but it needs to align with those objectives.âÂ
âBut,â you persist, your tone steady, âif we implement those changes, it could lead to dissatisfaction among the employees, which in turn could impact overall morale and performance. This proposal was designed to balance both efficiency and employee well-being.âÂ
Flint leans forward, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. âThis isnât a negotiation. If you want my approval, youâll make the adjustments.âÂ
The room falls silent. Every pair of eyes is on you, waiting to see how youâll respond. You swallow your frustration, your mind racing. Flint isnât just demanding changesâheâs testing you, pushing to see how far youâll bend.Â
âUnderstood,â you say finally, your voice even. You wonât give him the satisfaction of seeing you rattle.Â
Flint nods, his expression unreadable. âGood. I expect the revised proposal on my desk by the end of the week.âÂ
As the meeting adjourns, you gather your materials, your stomach sinking. Flint has made it clear that heâs not a man who compromisesâand now youâre left to figure out how to deal with him.Â
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The meeting room empties slowly, the air still charged with the weight of Flintâs words. You gather your things methodically, trying to shake the tension from your shoulders.
As you step out, the sight of Hyunjin catches your attention. Heâs on your floor. For a moment, your heart stirs with hope, and you almost smile.
Has he finally been promoted? The thought alone is enough to bring a flicker of happiness amidst the dread of Flintâs demands.Â
But that moment of hope is short-lived.Â
Hyunjinâs stride is brisk, his jaw tight, his whole body radiating anger. He brushes past you without so much as a glance, his eyes locked on one target: Flint.Â
You pause, watching as he storms toward the man whoâs still lingering near the doorway of the meeting room, flanked by his assistant.Â
âYou!â Hyunjinâs voice echoes across the floor, sharp and furious. Heads turn as his words cut through the low hum of office chatter. âHow dare you sabotage my promotion!âÂ
Flint doesnât flinch, his expression as calm as ever. If anything, his interest seems mildly piqued, as though Hyunjinâs outburst is merely an inconvenience he anticipated.Â
Hyunjin doesnât stop, one index finger pointed at Flintâs chest. âIâve worked my ass off for this position! Iâve earned it!â His voice rises with every word. âYou think you can just walk in here and decide Iâm not good enough? You donât even know me!âÂ
The assistant takes a nervous step back, but Flint doesnât move. His hands rest loosely at his sides, his gaze locked on Hyunjin with unsettling composure.Â
âMr. Hwang,â Flint finally says, his voice smooth and unbothered. âI understand youâre upsetââÂ
âUpset?â Hyunjin snaps, cutting him off. âUpset doesnât even begin to cover it. Youâre not fit to be CEO if this is how you run things! Favoring people who havenât put in half the work I have? What kind of leadership is that?âÂ
You stand frozen, your files clutched tightly in your hands. Youâve seen Hyunjin upset before, but this is different. His rage is fiery, unrestrained, and for a moment, you wonder if heâs about to lunge at Flint.Â
But Flint remains unshaken. His calm is unnerving, as if heâs watching a predictable scene unfold rather than being the target of Hyunjinâs anger.Â
Security steps in before things escalate further. Two guards approach swiftly, placing themselves between Hyunjin and Flint.Â
âThatâs enough, Mr. Hwang,â one of them says firmly, motioning for Hyunjin to step back.Â
Hyunjin clenches his fists, his jaw tight. For a moment, it looks like he might resist, but after a tense pause, he takes a step back, his breathing heavy and labored.Â
âThis isnât over,â Hyunjin mutters, his glare piercing.Â
The guards escort him away, leaving a stunned silence in their wake. You glance back at Flint, hoping to gauge his reaction, but his expression remains unreadable.Â
As the hallway clears, Flint turns to his assistant, his voice low but deliberate. âHave Hwangâs file on my desk. Immediately.âÂ
The assistant nods and rushes off without a word.Â
Your stomach sinks. Youâve already seen how Flint operatesâcalculated and unyielding. And now, with Hyunjinâs outburst, itâs clear heâs caught Flintâs attention in the worst way.Â
A chill runs down your spine as you walk back to your desk, your thoughts racing. Flint doesnât let things go. He doesnât forgive. And after what youâve just witnessed, you canât shake the feeling that heâs already planning something sinister for Hyunjin.Â
You sit down, your hands trembling slightly as you replay the scene in your mind. Hyunjinâs fiery passion versus Flintâs icy composureâitâs a clash that could destroy everything.Â
And for the first time, you wonder if Hyunjinâs rage will be his downfall.Â
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The night is heavy with silence, broken only by the soft rustling of pages as you flip through your book of spells. The faint light from a single candle flickers, casting long shadows across your workspace. The book lies open before you, its yellowed pages filled with faded script and intricate diagrams.Â
Your eyes scan the instructions, pausing on a ritual for protection. Itâs a spell youâve never attempted before, but tonight, it feels necessary. Flintâs chilling composure and whispered orders earlier still linger in your mind, and the memory of Hyunjinâs fiery rage has etched itself into your heart.Â
You gather the ingredients, laying them out meticulously: A sprig of rosemary for clarity and purification. A small piece of obsidian for shielding against negativity. A dried bay leaf for protection. A strand of your own hair, tying your energy to the spell.Â
You pull out a small black pouch and place it beside the items. The air feels charged as you light a bundle of sage, letting the smoke cleanse the space. You place the rosemary and obsidian into the pouch first, followed by the bay leaf. With each addition, you focus on Hyunjinâhis face, his energy, his fiery determination. Finally, you add the strand of your hair, knotting the ends to hold your intent firmly in place.Â
With the pouch in your hands, you draw a protective circle around yourself with chalk, marking the edges with small crystals. Sitting cross-legged at its center, you hold the pouch close to your heart, the candlelight reflecting in your eyes.Â
Taking a deep breath, you chant: âBy leaf and stone, by flame and thread. Shield him well from paths of dread. Let no harm pierce, let no ill stay. Protect him now, by night and day.â
You repeat the words three times, your voice steady, each syllable carrying your intent into the universe. As you chant, you feel a warmth build in your chest, spreading through your hands and into the pouch. The air grows still, as if the world is holding its breath.Â
When the final word leaves your lips, the candle flickers wildly before extinguishing itself, leaving you in darkness. A shiver runs down your spine, but you know the ritual is complete.Â
Carefully, you tie the pouch shut with a red thread, knotting it three times for strength. You hold it in your hands, the weight of it light yet significant.Â
âThis will protect you,â you whisper, imagining Hyunjinâs face. âThis will keep you safe.âÂ
For a moment, you allow yourself to hope. Even if Hyunjin never knows what youâve done for him, even if he never remembers what you once shared, at least you can still protect him.Â
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The office is unusually quiet during lunch breaks, and you know this is your best chance. Taking a deep breath, you reach into your bag and pull out the small talisman you crafted for Hyunjin.Â
The pouch feels warm in your hand, almost pulsing with the protective magic you infused into it. You look around to make sure no one is watching and quickly make your way to Hyunjinâs desk. His briefcase is propped open, papers and files neatly organized inside. With steady hands, you slip the talisman into one of the inner compartments, tucking it safely beneath a folder.Â
A sense of relief washes over you as you straighten up. Itâs done. Hyunjin might not know it, but he has a layer of protection now. Even if youâre unsure of how strong your magic is, youâve done everything you can to help him.Â
You return to your desk, a small flicker of hope settling in your chest. Despite everything, youâve done something good for him.Â
Later that day, as the clock approaches the hour for your meeting with Flint, an uneasy feeling creeps into your stomach. The hallway to his office feels colder than usual, the air heavy with an unspoken tension. Clutching your notebook to your chest, you silently chant your usual spell under your breath as you walk:Â
âWith fire in my veins and steel in my spine. Today the world bends, and all power is mine.â
The words give you a fragile sense of courage, but it falters when you reach the heavy oak door. Taking a deep breath, you knock.Â
âCome in,â Flintâs voice calls, low and authoritative.Â
You step inside, shutting the door softly behind you. Flint is seated at his desk, an imposing figure with a sharp suit and an even sharper gaze. The room smells faintly of leather and coffee, and the blinds are half-drawn, casting slanted shadows across the desk.Â
As you stand there, your eyes flicker briefly to the stack of files on his desk. Among them, unmistakably, is Hyunjinâs file. Your stomach tightens, but you quickly shift your focus back to Flint as he speaks.Â
âWell?â Flint says, his tone cool but demanding. âHave you made the adjustments I requested?âÂ
You hesitate, choosing your words carefully. âIâve reviewed your demands, sir, and I wanted to suggest a few alternative approaches that could meet the companyâs goals withoutââ Flint raises a hand, silencing you. His gaze is sharp, almost predatory. âLet me stop you right there. I wasnât asking for alternatives. I was asking if youâve done what I told you to do.âÂ
Swallowing hard, you summon your courage. âWith all due respect, sir, I donât believe those adjustments align with the purpose of my proposal. They would negatively impact employee morale, andââÂ
Flint leans back in his chair, a slow, cruel smirk spreading across his face. âYouâre quite bold, arenât you? I admire your spirit, though Iâm starting to wonder if itâs misplaced.âÂ
The air in the room grows heavier as he continues, his voice cutting like a blade. âYou know, for someone in your position, youâd think youâd know better than to argue with your superior. Maybe this is why women like you struggle to make it past middle management.âÂ
His words hit you like a slap, but you keep your expression steady. âI donât see why that has something to do with my ability to do my job, Mr. Hargrave?â you ask, your voice firm but controlled.Â
Flintâs smirk doesnât waver. Instead, he leans forward, his elbows resting on the desk, his fingers steepled. âOh, Iâm sure you think that. But let me remind you, this isnât about fairness or ideals. This is about doing what youâre told.âÂ
You feel your pulse quicken, your grip on your notebook tightening as he continues.Â
âIf you want to keep rebelling against me,â he says, his tone almost taunting, âgo right ahead. But Iâd be very careful if I were you. You might not like what happens next.âÂ
For a moment, youâre frozen, staring at him as the weight of his words settles over you. Flint is dangerousâmore dangerous than you realized. His calm demeanor only makes him more threatening, and youâre reminded once again that this is not a man to cross.Â
Summoning what little composure you have left, you nod. âUnderstood, sir,â you say, your voice quieter now.Â
Flint leans back in his chair, satisfied, and waves a hand dismissively. âGood. Now, get back to work.âÂ
You turn on your heel and leave the office, your heart pounding as you step into the hallway. The door clicks shut behind you, and only then do you allow yourself to take a shaky breath.Â
Walking back to your desk, you canât shake the image of Hyunjinâs file sitting on Flintâs desk. Whatever Flint is planning, it wonât just affect youâitâll affect him too. And no matter how dangerous Flint is, you know you have to do something.Â
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A few days have passed, and you begin to feel a slight sense of relief. The talisman is working, or at least you hope it is. Despite seeing Hyunjin's file on Flintâs desk that day, nothing significant has happened. Hyunjin still walks through the halls, just as indifferent as ever. And you... well, youâre still the same.
Watching him from afar, your heart quietly aching for the bond you both shared, but knowing itâs gone, just like the magic you once cast on him.
As usual, you take the elevator down to the parking basement, stealing glances at Hyunjin from the corner of your eye. The elevator is crowded, and itâs hard to even think of doing anything but keeping your distance.
The silence between you two is deafening, as if the space around you had a barrier, both emotional and physical. You want to say something, anything, but the words are lost before they can even form.
The elevator dings, signaling your stop. The doors open, and you step out, your eyes lowering to the ground as you make your way toward your car. You tell yourself to let go of the past, but the weight of it lingers, thick in the air.
You unlock the door to your car, your hand trembling slightly as you grip the handle.
"Wait."
You spin around at the sound of Hyunjinâs voice, your heart pounding in your chest. Before you can react, he grabs your elbow and flips you around, his grip firm but not painful. The world seems to slow as you look up into his eyesâeyes that are no longer filled with warmth but something else. Something searching.
âWhat is this?â Hyunjin demands, holding up the small talisman you slipped into his briefcase, his expression tense, almost accusing. His eyes narrow as he waits for your answer.
Your heart drops into your stomach. You hadn't expected this. He found it. The talisman.
"It's... itâs uh..." you say, trying to steady your voice, but it comes out quieter than you intended. "A talisman."
His grip tightens around your wrist, his expression hardening. âA talisman?â His tone is sharp with disbelief. "What did you do to me? Did you curse me?"
The accusation stings, but you quickly shake your head. "No, no curse. Itâs meant to protect you."
He doesn't let go of your wrist. "Protect me?" His eyes search yours, but there's a flicker of something elseâsuspicion. "Why would you protect me?"
The question hangs in the air, and you feel the truth swelling in your chest, but you canât speak it. The reason you want to protect him... because you care. You care too much. But you canât admit that to him. Not now. Not when everything between you has been reduced to this awkward distance.
You swallow hard and blur the truth. "I saw your file on Flintâs desk. I know he plans on doing something to you. I donât want you to get hurt," you say quickly.
"And I hate Flint too. I do. I know this one spell so I think we could work together to take him down. I just need yourââ
You can feel his grip falter slightly, but then his gaze flickers to something else entirely. Something that causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end.
"Wait... are you saying you actually practice witchcraft?" he asks, his voice shaking with a mix of incredulity and fear.
The world spins. You donât even know how to respond. You could lie, but his eyes are burning into yours, and for some reason, lying doesnât feel like an option. Not now.
"Yes," you say softly, unable to stop yourself.
He stares at you in silence for a long moment, and you feel as if the air has been sucked out of the world around you. You can see the wheels turning in his mind, the shock, the disbelief, the fear all rising to the surface. Itâs too much. Too much for him to process.
And then, before you can say anything else, you hear itâthe words you never wanted to hear.
âStay away from me.â
The coldness in his voice cuts through you like a blade. Itâs like an icy wall has been erected between you, one you canât get past. The small spark of hope youâd held ontoâthe hope that Hyunjin might remember, might somehow feel something for you againâdies in that instant.
You take a step back, unable to move for a moment, before you finally blink and lower your gaze. His words echo in your mind, a cruel reminder of how much youâve lost.
âHyunjin, Iââ
He interrupts, his tone harsh now. âI donât want anything to do with you. Donât ever come near me again. Donât use your... your magic on me.â
His words sting, like acid on an open wound. And all you can do is nod, silent tears stinging at the corners of your eyes.
He turns and walks away, leaving you standing there. The good you tried to do has backfired completely. The last shred of hope you had is shattered.
And now, itâs clear: Hyunjin will never see you the way you want him to.
-
Hyunjinâs jaw tightens when he spots you heading toward the elevator at the same time as him. His gaze sharpens, and he throws you a glare as if to remind you of the boundary he firmly set. You stop in your tracks, hesitating as if his silent warning alone is enough to keep you at bay.
The elevator doors slide open, and Hyunjin steps inside without sparing you another glance. But just before the doors close, he catches that look on your face againâthe same sad, almost resigned expression thatâs been haunting him lately. It lingers in his mind for a moment before he forces it away with a shake of his head.
Arriving at the office floor, Hyunjin immediately senses something is off. Several of his colleagues are gathered around his desk, rifling through his drawers and gathering his belongings. Anger bubbles to the surface as he storms over.
âWhat the hell are you doing with my stuff?â Hyunjin demands, his voice cutting through the commotion.
One of his coworkers flinches, looking away uncomfortably, while another mutters, âSorry, Hyunjin, we were toldââ
âTold by who?â he snaps, but before he can press further, someone places a firm hand on his shoulder.
âHyunjin,â comes the calm yet weary voice of Mr. Campbell, his superior. âI need you to come with me to my office.â
Hyunjin hesitates, his eyes darting to the boxed-up items on his desk. âWhatâs going on?â
Mr. Campbell only sighs and gestures for him to follow. Reluctantly, Hyunjin obeys, but unease twists in his stomach as he steps into the office.
Once seated, Mr. Campbell doesnât waste time. âHyunjin, the company has received an anonymous tip that youâve been sharing confidential intel with a competitor.â
The words hit Hyunjin like a punch to the gut. His brow furrows in disbelief. âWhat? Thatâs ridiculous! I would neverââ
âI know, and frankly, I donât believe it either,â Mr. Campbell interjects. âBut these are serious allegations, and the audit team is already investigating. Until they conclude their review, youâre suspended.â
Hyunjin shoots to his feet, his frustration boiling over. âThis is Flint, isnât it? Heâs trying to get rid of me!â
Mr. Campbell raises a hand to calm him. âHyunjin, I understand your anger, but making accusations without evidence will only make things worse for you. If you want to keep your job, I suggest you go home and let the audit team do their work.â
Hyunjin clenches his fists, his mind racing. Every fiber of his being screams at him to march straight into Flintâs office and confront him, but Mr. Campbellâs warning rings in his ears. After a tense moment, he exhales sharply and storms out of the office.
This isnât over. Not by a long shot.
-
Instead of heading home as Mr. Campbell suggested, Hyunjin finds himself at a bar, nursing a glass of whiskey in the middle of the day. The amber liquid burns his throat, but itâs a welcome distraction from the storm brewing in his mind. He feels angry, frustrated, andâthough he hates to admit itâutterly defeated. Flint had outmaneuvered him, and now he was sidelined, his career hanging by a thread.
He shoves a hand into his coat pocket, his fingers brushing against something unfamiliar. Frowning, he pulls it out and stares at the small pouch you had slipped into his briefcase. The talisman.
For a moment, he debates tossing it right then and there, but something stops him. He knows he shouldâve burned it the second he discovered it, shouldâve gotten rid of it if he truly believed it might bring him bad luck. Yet, as he observes it now, he feels a flicker of curiosity rather than fear.
Your words echo in his mind. âI hate Flint too. We could work together to take him down.â
Hyunjin takes another sip of his drink, the idea slowly settling in. Teaming up with you doesnât seem entirely ridiculous anymore. After all, the enemy of his enemy should be his ally. But before he makes any decisions, he wants to confirm something first.
By the time he steps out of the bar, the sun has already begun its descent. With his phone in hand, he searches for the address of a shop heâd found online earlierâa place that specializes in witchcraft. Itâs not long before he arrives at an unassuming storefront with a sign that reads âMoonlit Mystics.â
The moment Hyunjin pushes open the door, heâs hit by the pungent scent of sage. The interior is dimly lit, cluttered with shelves full of crystals, candles, herbs, and other esoteric items. Itâs exactly what he expected, almost to the point of being a clichĂŠ.
âWelcome,â a womanâs voice greets him from behind the counter.
Hyunjin turns to see a middle-aged woman with a serene expression, her dark hair streaked with silver. Sheâs dressed in flowing fabrics, her bracelets jangling as she leans forward.
âCan I help you?â she asks, her voice warm yet curious as she studies him.
Hyunjin hesitates for a second before stepping closer and placing the talisman on the counter. âI found this in my bag and I need your help to know what is this.â
The woman picks it up delicately, her eyes narrowing as she examines it. She unties the pouch and carefully empties the contentsâa sprig of rosemary, a small piece of obsidian, and other small tokensâonto the counter.
âThis,â she says, her tone thoughtful, âis a protection talisman.â
Hyunjin stiffens. âProtection?â
She nods, pointing at each item as she explains. âThe rosemary wards off negative energy, the obsidian absorbs harmful intentions, and the other elements⌠theyâre all chosen to shield the bearer from harm. Whoever made this put a lot of care into it.â
Hyunjin stares at the talisman, a strange mixture of relief and unease washing over him. Your explanation was true. There was no curse, no sinister intentâjust protection.
âThatâs all?â he asks, needing the reassurance one more time.
The woman smiles and slides the opened talisman back to him. âThatâs all. Youâve got nothing to fear from this.â
Hyunjin thanks her quietly and leaves the shop, slipping the talisman back into his pocket. As he steps into the cool evening air, a thought settles in his mind.
Maybe you werenât as dangerous as heâd first assumed.
-
Your fingers skim over the faded pages of the spellbook, the faint scent of aged parchment and herbs filling the air around you. The ritual youâve been studying for days is intricate, layered with steps that demand precision and, more dauntingly, someone elseâs involvement.
Youâve read and reread every line, trying to find a way to execute it alone. Hyunjin is no longer an option, and though the thought leaves a bitter pang in your chest, you know you canât afford distractions. Flint has to be dealt with, and you canât let emotionsâespecially feelings for someone who now despises youâget in the way.
A sharp knock at the door snaps you out of your thoughts. You jolt upright, your heartbeat quickening. You arenât expecting anyone, and for a moment, paranoia creeps in. Has Flint somehow discovered your plans? Bracing yourself, you approach the door and crack it open, only to freeze in place.
Hyunjin. Itâs impossible not to think of the last time he showed up unannounced. Back then, his smile was warm, lighting up the space between you like a ray of sunshine. Now, that warmth is gone, replaced with a neutral expression that borders on cold. Still, itâs him. And despite everything, seeing him standing there stirs a flicker of hope deep inside you.
âCan I come in?â he asks, his tone low and guarded.
Wordlessly, you step aside, letting him in. Hyunjin walks past you, his gaze sweeping over your small apartment. His eyes linger on the shelves lined with books, jars of herbs, and candles. You can almost see the gears turning in his head as he takes it all in, piecing together your world.
Finally, he turns to face you. âIâve been thinking about what you said.â
You cross your arms, unsure of where this is going. âWhat about it?â
âThat we could work together to take Flint down.â
Your eyes widen. Of all the things you expected, this wasnât it. âYouâre serious?â
He nods. âWe have a common enemy, donât we? And after everything thatâs happenedâŚâ He trails off, his jaw tightening. âLetâs just say Iâm willing to reconsider.â
You study him carefully, trying to gauge his sincerity. âWhy the change of heart?â
Hyunjin shrugs, his tone nonchalant. âBecause I hate him. And I think you do too.â
A bitter laugh escapes your lips. âThatâs putting it lightly.â
He takes a step closer, his piercing gaze locking onto yours. âSo? Whatâs the plan?â
For a moment, you hesitate. Bringing Hyunjin into your world againâafter everything thatâs happenedâfeels risky. But heâs here, willing, and you need his help.
Wordlessly, you walk over to the table where your spellbook lies open and gesture for him to follow. As he approaches, you turn the book toward him, pointing at the page outlining the ritual.
âThis,â you say, your voice steady, âis the ultimate plan.â
Hyunjin leans in, his eyes scanning the intricate diagrams and detailed instructions. The more he reads, the more his brows furrow. When he finally straightens up, his expression is a mix of disbelief and intrigue.
âYouâre serious about this?â he asks, tilting his head slightly.
âYes,â you reply.
A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, breaking the tension in the room. âYouâre⌠something else, you know that?â
You canât tell if itâs an insult or a compliment, but you choose to ignore it. Instead, you get straight to the point.
âI need you to follow Flint,â you say. âLearn his routine, his habits, where he goes when heâs not at the office. Itâll help me figure out the best time and place to execute this.â
Hyunjin crosses his arms, still smirking. âSo Iâm your spy now?â
âIf you want Flint gone as much as I do, then yes.â
He lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. âFine. Iâll do it. But donât expect me to believe in all thisâŚâ He gestures vaguely at the book. âMagic stuff.â
You meet his gaze, your voice firm. âYou donât have to believe in it. You just have to trust that I know what Iâm doing.â
Hyunjin stares at you for a moment longer before nodding. âAlright. Letâs see where this takes us.â
For the first time in days, you feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, the two of you can pull this off.
-
Hyunjin knocks on your door, his mind a whirlwind of frustration. Heâs spent the entire day tailing Flint, only to come up empty. Tight security, bodyguards, private driversâFlint might as well be untouchable. Heâs ready to let you know just how impossible your plan is when the door swings open, and there you are.
You donât look surprised to see him, but your calm demeanor only adds to his irritation. âCome in,â you say simply, stepping aside.
Hyunjin steps into your apartment, glancing around out of habit. The room feels different tonightâdim, shadows stretching across the walls, and that faint smell of something herbal lingering in the air. It makes his skin prickle. His eyes land on the open spellbook on your table, pages marked with symbols he doesnât understand, and for a second, he wonders just what kind of person heâs teamed up with.
âDid you find anything?â you ask, sitting down at the table.
Hyunjin exhales sharply, dropping into the chair opposite you. âFlintâs a ghost wrapped in money and muscle. He lives in a penthouse with security tighter than a vault. Heâs got his assistant slash his bodyguard with him at all times, a driver who doesnât leave his side, and the only place he goes after work is some exclusive club. And guess what? That place is crawling with security too.â
You nod slowly, processing his words without a hint of panic. It annoys him. âSo, no easy access,â you say, almost to yourself.
âNone,â Hyunjin says bitterly. âThis whole thing is a waste of time.â
But you donât look deterred. Instead, you lean back in your chair, tapping a finger against the table. âThere is one way,â you say, voice steady.
Hyunjin narrows his eyes. âAnd whatâs that?â
âIâll seduce him.â
He blinks, sure he must have misheard you. âWhat?â
You meet his stare, unwavering. âIf I make him interested in me, I can get close to him. Close enough to do what needs to be done.â
Hyunjin stares at you, caught between disbelief and a strange, simmering unease. âAre you serious? You think Flint would go for someone like you?â
Your lips twitch into a smirk. âYouâd be surprised what I can do.â
Something about the confidence in your voice sends a shiver down his spine. He tries to shake it off, folding his arms across his chest. âThis is insane. And dangerous.â
âEverything about this is dangerous,â you shoot back, leaning forward now. âBut do you have a better idea?â
Hyunjin doesnât answer. He knows youâre rightâthereâs no other way. Still, the thought of Flint and you in the same room, let alone this⌠plan, twists something uncomfortable in his gut.
âWhat do you need from me?â he asks reluctantly.
âI need you to get something for me,â you say, your tone shifting.
Hyunjin raises an eyebrow. âWhat?â
âFlintâs hair.â
For a moment, he thinks youâre joking. When your expression doesnât change, he feels his stomach drop. âHis hair? Why the hell do you need that?â
âFor a spell,â you say simply, as if thatâs supposed to make sense.
Hyunjin stares at you, his jaw tightening. âYouâve got to be kidding me. What kind of spell?â
âItâs better if you donât know.â
The casual way you dismiss his question only makes his unease grow. He leans forward, trying to read your expression, but youâre impossible to decipher. âYouâre asking me to steal a piece of his hair, and youâre not even going to tell me why?â
âExactly,â you say, meeting his gaze head-on.
Hyunjin leans back, running a hand through his own hair. This is reckless. This is dangerous. And yetâŚ
âFine,â he says finally. âIâll figure out a way to get it. But this better not blow up in our faces.â
âIt wonât,â you say quickly.
Hyunjin doesnât believe you, not fully. But heâs already in too deep to back out now. Standing, he shoves his hands into his coat pockets and heads for the door. Before he leaves, he glances back at you, still sitting at that table with your strange book and your even stranger confidence.
âI just hope you know what youâre doing,â he mutters before stepping out into the night.
As the door shuts behind him, a chill creeps up his spine. This alliance feels like walking a tightrope over a pit of flames, but what choice does he have?
-
After Hyunjin leaves, the apartment feels eerily quiet. You close the door and stand there for a moment, staring at the space he just occupied. Thereâs a heaviness in your chest, but you push it aside. Thereâs no time to dwell on emotions when thereâs so much to be done.
You grab your spellbook from the table and flip through its worn pages, searching for the ritual you need. The words blur slightly under the dim light, but you recognize the spell when you see itâthe ritual to enhance allure, to make yourself irresistible, particularly to a specific target.
Flint may be powerful, but magic is older and stronger than any man.
Taking the book with you, you head to the bathroom. You start by filling the tub, the sound of running water echoing around the small space. As the water rises, you gather the ingredients: dried rose petals for attraction, cinnamon for warmth and desire, honey to sweeten your aura, and a single white candle for purity of intention.
You kneel by the tub, the steam rising to kiss your face. One by one, you add the ingredients to the water, watching as the petals swirl and the honey dissolves. The cinnamon spreads like whispers of fire across the surface, and you swirl it all together with your hand, moving clockwise.
Closing your eyes, you begin to chant:
"By waterâs flow and fireâs light. Let allure be my gift this night. Rose and honey, sweet and true. Let my charm be seen by you. By earth and air, my power takes flight. Grant me allure, shining bright."
The words feel heavy on your tongue, their weight sinking into the water as you chant. The air in the bathroom shifts, thickening with an unseen energy.
You remove your clothes and step into the tub, the warm, fragrant water enveloping you. A shiver runs through your bodyânot from the temperature, but from the unmistakable pulse of magic that seems to seep into your skin, wrapping itself around you like a second layer.
As you sink deeper into the water, you chant the spell again, your voice softer this time, almost a whisper:
"By waterâs flow and fireâs light. Let allure be my gift this night."
The energy hums beneath your skin, subtle but undeniable. You lean back, letting the water cover your body, and close your eyes. For a moment, you feel powerful, invincible.
When you finally step out of the tub, droplets of enchanted water slide down your skin, leaving behind a faint warmth that lingers. You wrap yourself in a towel, catching a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror. Thereâs something different in your eyesâsomething sharper, more confident.
-
The almanac is clear: wear blue today. Blue is the color of trust, calmness, and, most importantly, attraction. Itâs a shade that commands attention subtly, not overtly.
You pull out a fitted blouse and a pencil skirt, pairing them with heels that click confidently against the floor as you move. Standing in front of the mirror, you adjust your hair and take a deep breath. This isnât just about Flint seeing you; itâs about him wanting to see you again.
Arriving at work, you keep your plan simple. Flint always leaves his office at some point during the dayâwhether itâs for a meeting or simply to make his rounds. Thatâs when youâll strike.
You grab a stack of files, deliberately choosing ones that look bulky and hard to manage. The weight of them grounds you, keeping your hands from trembling as you wait near the corridor. Minutes feel like hours, but finally, Flintâs door opens, and he steps out, his usual bodyguard trailing behind him.
You start walking, eyes cast downward, pretending to be absorbed in your papers. Just as heâs about to pass you, you execute your move.
âOh!â you gasp as you stumble slightly, letting the files slip from your grasp. Papers scatter across the floor in a dramatic mess, a symphony of fluttering pages.
You immediately bend down to pick them up, keeping your movements deliberate. You arch your back slightly, your skirt hugging your curves as you gather the scattered papers.
âI'm so sorry, sir,â you say softly, glancing up at Flint through your lashes. Your tone is humble, apologetic, but not groveling.
For a moment, he does nothing but stare. His expression is unreadable, his sharp eyes watching your every move. Just as youâre starting to feel the tension in the air thicken, he moves. He bends downânot fully, just enough to pick up a stray document near his polished shoe.
âHere,â he says, handing it to you.
âThank you,â you reply, your fingers brushing his briefly as you take the paper. Your heart beats a little faster, but you keep your composure.
You stand, clutching the files to your chest, and smile shyly. âIâm so sorry again. I wasnât paying attention.â
For a moment, your eyes meet his, and you take your chance. Quietly, subtly, you chant the spell in your mind:
"With this gaze, let me linger in your thought. A presence remembered, a web unwrought. See me, recall me, let me stay. In your mind, come what may."
Thereâs no way to know if it worksânot yet. Flint straightens his tie and gives you a curt nod before walking away, his assistant close behind. You sigh softly, relieved the interaction is over, and start to collect the rest of your scattered papers.
But then, just as youâre stacking the last of the documents, you feel it. A faint prickle at the back of your neck. You glance up and catch Flint looking over his shoulder at you before disappearing down the corridor.
A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips. Itâs not confirmation, but itâs a start.
-
Hyunjin leans back in the driverâs seat, fingers drumming impatiently on the steering wheel. The leather creaks beneath him as he shifts, trying to find a more comfortable position in his cramped car. Heâs been parked across from Flintâs office building for hours, waiting for somethingâanythingâto happen.
Suspension has its perks, he tells himself, though the bitterness lingers in the back of his mind. No endless meetings, no rushed deadlines. Just this: a stakeout that feels like a low-budget spy movie. His career might be teetering on the edge of collapse, but at least he has time to figure out what Flintâs up to.
Finally, just as dusk begins to settle over the city, Flint emerges from the building. Hyunjin straightens in his seat, his heart giving a small jolt of anticipation. Flint strides confidently to his car, his ever-present assistant trailing close behind. Hyunjin starts his engine, keeping a safe distance as he tails them through the city streets.
After a short drive, they pull into the parking lot of a high-end restaurant. Hyunjin follows, finding a discreet spot to park before slipping inside. He tugs his cap lower over his face and scans the dining area, his eyes locking on Flint almost immediately.
To his surprise, Flint isnât dining alone. Seated across from him is a woman Hyunjin recognizes instantlyâBrownwyn, the secretary to the head of the legal team. Flintâs body language is relaxed, his attention fully on her. Brownwyn leans in slightly, a coy smile playing on her lips as she twirls the stem of her wine glass between her fingers.
Hyunjinâs brow furrows. This doesnât look like a business dinner.
Sliding into a corner booth with a clear view of their table, Hyunjin orders a coffee he doesnât intend to drink and settles in for the long haul. The restaurant buzzes with quiet conversation and the occasional clink of cutlery, but Hyunjinâs focus never wavers.
He watches as they share a meal, the interaction between them confirming his suspicions. Flint laughs at something Brownwyn says, leaning closer as the evening progresses. Thereâs an intimacy in their exchange that has nothing to do with work.
When they finally leave, Hyunjin follows them outside, keeping his distance as they climb into Flintâs car. He trails them through the city once more, his pulse quickening when they pull into the parking lot of a nearby hotel.
Hyunjin parks and enters the lobby just in time to see Flint and Brownwyn at the reception desk. He watches from the shadows as theyâre handed a keycard and head toward the elevators, Flintâs hand resting casually on the small of Brownwynâs back.
Thatâs all he needs to see. Hyunjin lets out a low breath and turns back toward the exit. He doesnât need to guess whatâs going to happen next, and honestly, he doesnât want to. What matters is that he now has something tangible to work withâa secret Flint wouldnât want getting out.
Slipping into his car, Hyunjin pulls out his phone and jots down a few notes. His night hasnât been wasted after all.
-
Hyunjin stands outside your door, the cool evening air brushing against his skin. He lifts his hand to knock, hesitates, then does it anyway. Itâs late, but this couldnât wait.
When you open the door, heâs taken aback. He canât quite put his finger on it, but something about you is⌠different. Thereâs a subtle glow to your skin, a softness to your features that wasnât there before. He shakes the thought away as you invite him in, your voice as composed as ever.
Once inside, Hyunjin gets straight to the point. "I followed Flint today," he says, his tone clipped.
He recounts everythingâthe restaurant, the intimate dinner with Brownwyn, the trip to the hotel. âI think we should spread it around the office,â he concludes. âIf people know about his fling with Brownwyn, it could ruin his reputation.â
But you shake your head, crossing your arms. âThatâs not enough to bring him down, Hyunjin.â
Frustration bubbles in his chest. âNot enough?â he snaps. âIâm suspended. Do you understand what that means? I might not even have a job to go back to!â
You meet his glare with a steady gaze. âOnce Flint is taken down, itâll be easier for you to get your job back,â you say firmly. Your confidence in your plan only makes him angrier, but he knows youâre right. Flint is the key.
You shift the topic. âDid you get the hair?â
Hyunjin sighs and pulls a crumpled tissue from his pocket, holding it up like itâs a prize. âYeah. I snuck into the coat room at the restaurant and found a strand on his coat.â He places the tissue on the table, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment despite himself.
Your lips curl into a small smile. âGood. Thatâs one step closer.â
He watches as you carefully pick up the tissue, your fingers grazing the edge of it with reverence, as if it holds the answer to everything. Then a thought strikes him.
âWhat about your plan to seduce him?â he asks. âYou really think thatâs going to work?â
You glance up at him, and for a moment, thereâs something in your eyesâsomething sharp and knowing. âIâve already started,â you say simply.
Hyunjin scoffs, leaning back against the wall. âI donât know if youâre the type heâd go for,â he mutters, though the words sound more skeptical than cruel.
âIâve done it before,â you reply confidently, your voice carrying a weight that makes him uneasy.
Hyunjin narrows his eyes at you, trying to read between the lines. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â he asks.
Your gaze flicks to him, lingering for a second too long. Thereâs something in your expressionâa glint of mischief, but also a flicker of sadness. Itâs unsettling, like youâre holding onto something he canât see.
âIt means,â you say slowly, âI know how to get what I want.â
The words hang in the air between you, heavy and undeniable. For a moment, Hyunjin feels like youâre not talking about Flint at all.
-
The night feels heavy, the air thick with unspoken urgency as you prepare for the ritual. Hyunjinâs growing anxiety about his suspended career gnaws at you, a constant reminder that youâre running out of time. If Flint doesnât fall into your trap soon, the plan will crumble, and with it, any chance of saving Hyunjin's jobâand perhaps even yourself.
You glance at the small tissue placed carefully beside the almanac. Inside it lies Flintâs hair, the most critical component of the spell. Hyunjin came through, and now, thereâs no time to waste.
With steady hands, you gather the rest of the ingredients: rose petals for passion, honey for sweetness, and a drop of your own blood for power and intent. Each item is laid out before you in a precise circle, their arrangement forming the spellâs foundation.
You light the candles one by one, murmuring the incantation under your breath as each flame flickers to life. The room grows warmer, the air thick with the scent of herbs and wax.
Sitting cross-legged before the altar, you pick up the strands of Flintâs hair, weaving them carefully into the rose petals. Closing your eyes, you focus on the image of himâhis sharp gaze, his commanding presence. You imagine him looking at you, drawn to you with an uncontrollable desire.
You begin the chant, your voice steady and low at first, then rising in intensity. Each word carries your intent, your need, your determination. The energy in the room shifts, buzzing like static electricity.
"By fireâs light and heartâs desire. Let him be drawn, his soul inspired. Through thought and dream, he seeks for me. Bound by will, so let it be."
As you chant, you feel the power building within you, a heady sensation that sends chills down your spine. Your hands move instinctively, blending the ingredients with precision, each motion an extension of your will.
When the final words of the spell leave your lips, you take a deep breath and release it slowly, feeling the magic settle over you like an invisible veil. You open your eyes and look at the small bundle of ingredients now bound together with red thread. It hums with energy, glowing faintly under the candlelight.
You place the bundle into a small pouch, clutching it tightly in your hands. The ritual is complete, but the true challenge lies aheadâfacing Flint and testing the spellâs power.
-
The next morning, you wake up earlier than usual, carefully selecting your outfit and ensuring every detail of your appearance is flawless. If the spell worked, today will be the day Flint notices you, truly notices you.
As you step into the office, a surge of determination courses through you. When you knock on Flintâs office door, your pulse quickens. His voice calls for you to enter, and you step inside, flashing your most charming smile. He barely glances up from his paperwork, his usual cold demeanor intact.
âSir,â you begin, stepping closer to his desk. âI heard you have a meeting with a client this afternoon. Iâd like to take care of the presentation for you.â
His pen pauses mid-stroke, and he looks up at you. For a moment, thereâs nothing in his expressionâjust the same sharp, calculating stare youâve come to expect. But you press on, your voice warm and persuasive.
âI know itâs last-minute, but Iâve reviewed the files. Iâm confident I can handle it, and itâll give you more time to focus on⌠other matters.â You let your words linger, tilting your head slightly as if youâre offering more than just a simple favor.
He studies you in silence, his gaze lingering a moment longer than usual. Finally, he exhales through his nose and leans back in his chair.
âFine,â he relents. âBut donât mess it up. The meetingâs at two. Be ready.â
You nod, trying not to let the victorious smile show too much. âThank you, sir. I wonât let you down.â
By the time two oâclock rolls around, youâre impeccably prepared. Standing in the elevator beside Flint, you notice his usual air of authority, but thereâs something elseâsomething quieter, like curiosity.
As the elevator hums to life, you turn to him with a polite smile. âMay I?â you ask, gesturing to his tie, which is slightly askew.
He glances at you, then nods. âGo ahead.â
You step closer, your fingers lightly brushing against the fabric as you adjust the knot. His eyes remain fixed on you, his expression unreadable but intent. You can feel his assistantâs glare burning into you from behind, but you ignore it, focusing on Flint.
âThere,â you say softly, straightening the tie and stepping back. âPerfect.â
His gaze lingers on you a moment longer, and you meet it with a confident smile before turning away as the elevator doors open.
In the meeting room, you deliver the presentation with practiced ease, your voice steady and your points concise. You notice, however, that Flintâs eyes remain locked on you the entire time. Itâs not the typical critical gaze he gives his employeesâitâs something heavier, something that makes your skin prickle with awareness.
You meet his eyes briefly during the presentation, letting a small smile play on your lips before returning to your slides. Each time you glance his way, heâs watching, his expression unreadable but intense.
When the meeting concludes, you gather your papers, feeling a rush of pride and anticipation. As everyone files out, you linger slightly, hoping Flint will say somethingâanythingâto confirm the spell is working.
But he doesnât. He simply nods at you before walking away, his assistant trailing after him.
You stand there for a moment, the air of victory youâd felt earlier evaporating. Did it work? you wonder, doubt creeping into your mind.
Maybe the spell wasnât strong enough. Maybe Flintâs will is stronger than you anticipated. Or maybe⌠just maybe⌠itâs working more subtly than you realized.
-
Hyunjin paces in front of your door, his frustration bubbling under the surface. He hasnât felt this restless in a long timeâhis career hanging by a thread, his life spiraling out of control, and no certainty in sight. He clenches his fists, trying to push back the overwhelming sense of failure creeping in.
Every sound in the hallway makes him turn his head, and when the elevator dings, he freezes. You step out, a look of surprise flashing across your face when you see him.
âHyunjin?â you ask, your voice soft yet cautious.
He doesnât answer right away. Instead, the floodgates open. âIâm losing my mind here. Do you know how hard it is for me to just sit and wait? To follow your plan when I donât even know if itâs working?â His voice rises slightly, his frustration bleeding through. âMy career is on the line, my life is on the line, and all Iâm doing is running around in circles for this!â
You stand there, calm and collected, letting him vent without interrupting. When he finally pauses to take a breath, you step closer, your tone steady but firm.
âIt is working, Hyunjin. You just have to trust me.â
He scoffs, running a hand through his hair. âTrust you? I donât even know ifââ
âHave you eaten?â you cut him off, your eyes narrowing slightly as you take in his pale complexion.
âWhat?â he asks, caught off guard.
âYou look like you havenât eaten all day. Come in, Iâll make you something,â you say, unlocking your door and holding it open for him.
Hyunjin hesitates, but the gnawing hunger in his stomach betrays him. He follows you inside, sinking into a chair at your kitchen table while you move around with ease, preparing a simple meal.
The smell of food fills the small space, and despite himself, Hyunjin feels his tension begin to ease. When you set the plate in front of him, he doesnât even bother to argue, picking up his fork and digging in.
As he eats, a strange sensation washes over him. He glances around the room, the soft lighting, the faint scent of whatever incense you burned earlier, and the way youâre moving about the kitchenâit all feels familiar.
Too familiar.
He pauses mid-bite, the fork hovering in the air as a wave of dĂŠjĂ vu hits him like a freight train. Heâs been here before. Heâs sat at this table before, eating a meal you prepared, sharing this moment.
But thatâs impossible.
âHave weâŚâ he begins, but the words catch in his throat. He shakes his head, trying to push the strange feeling aside.
Before he can finish his thought, your phone buzzes on the counter. You glance at the screen, and your demeanor shifts instantly. You grab the phone, answering it with a tone thatâs light and professional.
âHello?â you say, your back to him as you pace slightly.
Hyunjin canât help but strain to hear the conversation, catching snippets of your words. âYes⌠tomorrow night⌠drinks? Of course⌠Iâll be there.â
When you hang up, you turn back to him with a spark of triumph in your eyes. âThat was Flint.â
Hyunjin sits up straighter, his curiosity piqued.
âHe just invited me for drinks tomorrow night,â you casually say as you pick up your fork to continue eating.
In that moment, Hyunjin instantly regrets that he didn't trust you in the first place.
-
The almanac doesnât leave room for second-guessing, so you stick to its advice, dressing in the suggested colorâa deep, alluring shade that accentuates your figure. You take extra care with your appearance tonight, ensuring every detail is perfect. Flint has to notice you; he has to want you.
The pub Flint mentioned in his call is nothing extravagant, but its cozy, vintage atmosphere is charming in its own way. You arrive purposefully late, just enough to seem like youâre not desperate for his attention.
As you step inside, the warm lighting and low hum of conversation wrap around you. You spot Flint almost immediately, seated in a booth near the back. His ever-present assistant slash bodyguard is by his side, like a shadow that never strays too far.
But tonight, Flint looks differentâdressed casually, the stiffness of his usual office attire replaced with a relaxed charm. He seems more his age, and it strikes you that heâs only three years older than you.
When he sees you, a smile spreads across his face, and as you approach, his eyes trail over you. The attention is unmistakable, almost palpable.
âYou look stunning,â he says, his voice smoother than youâve ever heard it.
âThank you,â you reply with a small smile, tilting your head just enough to let your earrings catch the light.
He leads you to the booth, and to your relief, he gestures for his assistant to leave. As the assistant fades into the background, you feel a slight wave of freedomâitâs just you and Flint now.
âThanks for coming,â he says, motioning for you to sit.
âOf course,â you reply, sliding into the seat across from him.
He leans back slightly, studying you with an intensity that feels almost disarming. âI wanted to thank you for the presentation yesterday. You did a great job.â
You smile, dipping your head modestly. âIâm glad you think so.â
âI have to admit,â he continues, a playful edge in his tone, âI didnât think you had it in you. Youâve surprised me.â
You raise an eyebrow, playing along. âOh? And how exactly did you see me before?â
His smile turns flirtatious, his eyes gleaming. âI thought you were uptight, always buried in your work. I didnât know there was this⌠fun side to you.â
You feign a pout. âThatâs disappointing. Iâm sad you never paid enough attention to me to notice before.â
He chuckles, the sound low and rich. The conversation flows easily, growing more intimate with each passing minute. His charm is undeniable, but you keep reminding yourself this isnât about you; itâs about the plan.
And then, he leans in.
His face is close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath, his gaze locked onto yours. Your heart races, not with excitement but with the weight of the moment. You promised yourself youâd do anything to make this work, anything to bring Flint to his knees.
But as his lips move closer, something in you snaps.
At the very last second, you dodge, turning your head slightly so his kiss lands awkwardly near your cheek. The air shifts instantly.
When you look back at him, the expression on his face tells you everything. The interest, the desireâit vanishes like a flame snuffed out.
Flint pulls back, his demeanor cool and detached. âI just remembered,â he says, his tone suddenly businesslike, âI have something I need to take care of.â
You nod, even though you know the truth. His excuse is nothing more than a polite dismissal.
As he stands and adjusts his jacket, you force a smile, pretending you donât see the disappointment in his eyesâor feel the failure burning in your chest.
When he leaves the pub, you remain seated, staring down at the untouched drink in front of you. Your plan has failed, and the weight of that realization sits heavy in the pit of your stomach.
-
Hyunjin hesitates as he steps off the elevator and walks toward your door. He isnât sure if youâre back yet, but the uncertainty doesnât stop him. Heâs been restless since earlier tonight, an uneasy feeling gnawing at him.
When the door opens, his breath catches for a moment. Youâre standing there in a bathrobe, your hair damp and clinging to your neck. Your expression is unreadable, but itâs enough to tell him that things didnât go as planned.
You donât say a word, just push the door open wider, allowing him to step inside. Hyunjin walks in slowly, his eyes flickering to you as you close the door behind him.
The silence feels heavy, but he doesnât press you. He moves to the dining table and takes a seat, his gaze following you as you head to the kitchen. The way you saunter to the counter, grab a glass, and fill it with water is oddly mesmerizing. Thereâs something different about you tonightâno sharp quips, no smug assurance.
Finally, he breaks the quiet. âHow did it go?â
You pause mid-sip, the rim of the glass pressed against your lips. Lowering it slowly, you let out a bitter laugh and lean against the counter. âIt went fine... until it didnât.â
Hyunjin frowns. âWhat do you mean?â
You recount everythingâthe pub, the conversation, how everything seemed to be going perfectly until you dodged Flintâs kiss. Your voice remains steady, but Hyunjin can hear the frustration laced in your words, the self-reproach hiding beneath them.
He exhales, leaning back in his chair. âItâs okay. You donât have to do all that. Really.â
But you shake your head, your eyes narrowing. âNo, itâs not okay. I wasnât enough. I should have done my part right. If I had justââ
âYou donât have to push yourself this far,â Hyunjin interrupts gently, his voice soft but firm. âYouâve already done so much.â
You glare at him, the fire in your gaze a stark contrast to the exhaustion etched into your features. âYou donât get it,â you snap, but your tone lacks venom. Itâs frustrationâat yourself more than anything.
Hyunjin stares at you, trying to find the right words. But as he watches you stand there, gripping the edge of the counter as if trying to hold yourself together, something shifts in him.
This whole time, heâs been so focused on his own frustrations, his own doubts about the plan, that he never stopped to consider how much youâve been sacrificing, how much youâve been giving to make this work.
For the first time, Hyunjin sees the weight youâre carryingâand how deeply determined you are to see this plan through.
âI see it now,â he says softly, almost to himself.
You glance at him, your expression wary. âSee what?â
He shakes his head, offering you a faint smile instead of answering. For a moment, the two of you just look at each other, the silence heavy with unspoken words. Then you sigh, push off the counter, and make your way to the table.
âIâm not giving up,â you say, sitting across from him. Thereâs a quiet determination in your voice, one that Hyunjin canât help but admire.
âI know,â he replies, his voice steady. âAnd Iâll make sure we see this through.â
-
The plan you created with Hyunjin echoes in your mind as you park your car in the office lot, waiting for most people to leave. You glance at Flintâs car still parked a few spaces away, and your heart races. This is your moment to get his interest back.
Taking a deep breath, you pop the front hood of your car and adopt a distressed expression. You lean over the engine, pretending to inspect it, though you have no idea what youâre looking for. Pulling out your phone, you stage a fake call for help, your voice carrying just enough to be heard if someone were near.
Time stretches painfully slow until you finally spot Flint walking out of the building with his ever-present assistant trailing behind. Your pulse quickens, but you keep your expression pitiful, glancing down at the engine in feigned confusion.
Flint walks straight toward his car without sparing you a glance, his assistant opening the car door for him. Your chest tightens as doubt creeps inâthis might not work.
Swallowing your hesitation, you take the next step. You approach his assistant with timid steps, clutching your hands together nervously.
âExcuse me,â you say, your voice soft but loud enough to stop him. âCan you help me check what's wrong with my car? Please?â
The assistant glances at Flint, who gives him a slight nod. Without hesitation, the assistant walks over to your car and leans over to inspect the engine.
âLooks like your carâs out of commission,â he declares after a quick glance. âYouâll need a mechanic.â
You let your shoulders sag in an exaggerated display of disappointment, biting your lip as you feign helplessness. Flint watches from the comfort of his car, his expression unreadable. It isnât until his assistant walks back and murmurs something to him that he rolls down the window slightly.
âItâs late,â Flint says, his tone casual but laced with authority. âIâll have my driver drop you off. Get in.â
You flash him a grateful smile, walking to the car and slipping into the seat next to him. The door shuts with a solid thud, and you feel his presence keenly, even in the spacious interior.
âThank you,â you murmur, adjusting your posture to seem both grateful and charming.
As the car begins to move, you glance at him shyly. âI really appreciate this. And, by the way, I had fun the other night. Itâs a shame it ended so soon.â
Flint turns to you, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if gauging your sincerity. âIs that so?â
You nod, letting a coy smile grace your lips. âI guess I was just nervous. You caught me off guard.â
The ride feels both endless and fleeting. By the time the car pulls up in front of your apartment building, you steel yourself for the final step. The driver opens your door, but you make no move to leave just yet.
Turning to Flint, you lean in closer, your heart pounding in your chest. His eyes widen slightly, his body going rigid as you press your lips to his in a soft but deliberate kiss.
When you pull away, his expression is a mix of surprise and intrigue. You smile at him, your voice sultry. âI shouldâve done that sooner.â
Before stepping out, you cast him one last glance, your lips curling into a playful smile. âSee you tomorrow at the office, Mr. Hargrave.â
With that, you step out of the car, feeling his gaze linger on you as you walk toward your building.
The plan is officially back on track when you catch the sight of Flintâs sleek car parked right out front of your apartment building the next morning. Your pulse quickens with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation.
As the car door opens, Flint steps out, looking as polished and composed as always. His lips curve into a smile, and for a moment, you revel in the small victory. The spell is working.
âGood morning,â he greets warmly, gesturing toward the open car door. âShall we?â
Feigning surprise, you raise an eyebrow and offer him a playful smile. âWhatâs this? You went out of your way to pick me up?â
He chuckles softly, brushing it off. âYour car broke down, didnât it? I thought itâd be a shame if you were late to work because of that.â
You tilt your head slightly, studying him with a curious gaze. He looks so nonchalant, but you know better. Beneath his composed exterior, the spell is undoubtedly weaving its magic.
âWell,â you say, stepping closer to him, âthank you for the thoughtful gesture.â
Your smile deepens as you slip into the car, catching the faint glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes before he closes the door behind you.
As the car glides through the streets toward the office, you canât help but feel a surge of confidence. The plan is back in motion, and Flint is right where you want himâunder your spell.
-
Hyunjin leans against the wall of the dimly lit hallway, arms crossed tightly as he watches Flintâs car pull up outside your building.
Itâs become a routine he hatesâFlint stepping out, opening the car door for you like some picture-perfect gentleman, and the two of you exchanging pleasantries that seem far too intimate.
Tonight is no different. Hyunjinâs jaw tightens as Flint helps you out of the car, his hand lingering on your arm longer than it should. You and him exchange a few words, Flintâs deep voice carrying softly in the still evening air.
Then, as if to push Hyunjin further into frustration, Flint tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, leaning in to press a kiss on your lips before stepping back.
Hyunjinâs fists clench at his sides. If he didnât know this was all part of a carefully crafted plan, he might have believed the two of you were genuinely in love. But the knot in his chest isnât just frustrationâitâs jealousy. Why?
The question eats at him as he waits for Flintâs car to drive away. When it finally disappears down the street, Hyunjin pushes himself off the wall and heads up to your apartment. He knocks sharply, his impatience barely contained.
You open the door almost immediately, as though you were expecting him. Your expression is calm, maybe even a little amused.
âAre you okay?â Hyunjin asks, his eyes scanning your face for any sign that something is wrong. âDid Flint⌠do anything to you?â
Your lips curl into a small, knowing smile. âIâm fine,â you say coyly, stepping aside to let him in. âYou donât need to worry so much.â
Hyunjin follows you into the living room, his frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. âWe should speed this up,â he says, his voice sharp with urgency. âLetâs execute the plan quickly so you donât have to keep being around him.â
You turn to face him, raising an eyebrow. âI donât enjoy his company, either,â you say with a shrug. âBut the best time for the ritual is Friday. Until then, I have to keep the act going.â
Hyunjin stares at the floor, jaw tight. âI just donât like seeing you with him,â he admits, the words spilling out before he can stop them. âHeâs⌠heâs dangerous. Iâm afraid heâs going to do something to you.â
You step closer, your expression softening. âHyunjin, I can handle Flint,â you say gently, your voice steady.
But your reassurance doesnât ease the tightness in his chest. Hyunjin looks up to meet your gaze, his thoughts a chaotic swirl. Is it really Flintâs cruelty that bothers him, or is it something else entirely?
-
In the office, you step into Flintâs room, proposal folder in hand. He looks up from his desk as you enter, offering a faint smile as you approach. You present your proposal with a professional demeanor, walking him through every point with precision. Once youâre done, you pause, your hands resting lightly on the edge of his desk.
âMr. Hargrave,â you say, your tone shifting slightly, âmay I be unprofessional for just a moment?â
Flint raises an eyebrow but leans back in his chair, amusement dancing in his eyes. âGo ahead,â he says with a small smile.
You smile back, your gaze steady. âYou once promised me dinner,â you begin, tilting your head slightly. âI was wondering⌠when you plan on making good on that promise.â
Flint chuckles, his amusement deepening. âIf youâd like,â he says smoothly, âwe can have that dinner tonight.â
Feigning a thoughtful expression, you shake your head. âI appreciate the offer, but I have a better idea,â you say, leaning in just slightly. âHow about I cook you dinner? At my place.â
Flintâs eyebrows lift, curiosity sparking in his expression. âYour place?â he repeats, clearly intrigued.
You nod, adding with a sly smile, âA dinner at my place is far more intimate. BesidesâŚâ You glance over your shoulder, as if expecting to see his ever-present assistant lurking nearby. âI hate seeing your assistant hovering around all the time.â
Flint lets out a low laugh, nodding his agreement. âFair enough,â he says. âDinner at your place it is.â
Satisfied, you excuse yourself, turning to leave. But before you can take more than a step, Flint stands and closes the distance between you.
âSince weâre still being âunprofessional,ââ he says, his voice low, before his hands find your waist and he pulls you closer. His lips meet yours in a firm, calculated kiss, one that you have no choice but to return.
As you kiss him, your eyes flick to the mirror on the wall. Your reflection stares back at you, your lips curved in a small, knowing smile. Mischief glints in your eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the game youâre playing and the plan thatâs slowly coming together.
-
Hyunjin knocks on your door, shifting uncomfortably as he waits. When you open it, his breath hitches slightly. Youâre dressed in a stunning silk dress, its fabric clinging perfectly to your frame, and your hair is styled in a neat bun that leaves your neck and shoulders elegantly bare.
For a moment, he forgets why heâs here, caught off guard by how effortlessly beautiful you look.
âCome in,â you say with a faint smile, stepping aside to let him in.
He follows you inside, watching as you glide toward the kitchen, your heels clicking softly on the floor. The table is already set, and Hyunjin can see the attention to detail youâve put into everything.
âDid you get it?â you ask, your tone calm but firm as you begin arranging utensils.
Hyunjin quickly retrieves a small bottle from his pocketâthe sleeping pills you asked forâand hands it to you. You take it without hesitation and tuck it away in one of the kitchen drawers.
âAnything else you need?â Hyunjin offers, his voice tinged with concern.
You glance at him over your shoulder and shake your head. âIâve got it under control. You should go now, before Flint gets here.â
Hyunjin hesitates, standing awkwardly by the counter. âAre you sure? I can stay a little longerââ
You cut him off with a reassuring smile. âIâll be fine. Donât worry. Just be ready for my call when itâs time.â
He nods, but his feet remain rooted to the floor. He canât shake the unease bubbling in his chest. Part of him worries about what Flint might try tonight, and another partâone he doesnât want to acknowledgeâresents the entire situation.
Finally, he sighs and heads for the door, turning back one last time. âBe careful,â he murmurs, his voice quieter than he intended.
You meet his gaze, your expression steady. âI will.â
Reluctantly, Hyunjin leaves, the knot in his stomach tightening with every step away from your apartment.
-
After dinner, Flint takes a leisurely stroll around your small apartment, his curious eyes wandering over the space. You remain in the kitchen, slicing fruit and arranging cheese to go with the wine. Thankfully, you had the foresight to stow away your witchcraft tools earlier, hiding them in the closet where theyâre safely out of sight.
âIt's a small apartment so there's not much to see,â you tell him with a small smile.
âI like it. It's cozy.â Flint responds from across the room.
As you glance over your shoulder, making sure Flintâs attention is elsewhere, you slip two sleeping pills into his glass of wine. Your heart races slightly as the pills dissolve into the deep red liquid, but you maintain your composure. With everything ready, you carry the tray to the living room and place it on the table.
Flint returns to the sofa, smiling as he settles beside you. âYouâve really gone all out,â he says, raising his glass in a toast.
You raise your glass as well, playfully saying. âAnything to impress you.â
You clink glasses with him, forcing a smile, and take a small sip of your own wine while keeping a careful eye on him. As he drinks, you ensure his glass never stays full for long, subtly encouraging him to refill it.
After a while, Flint pulls you closer, draping an arm around you as he begins kissing your neck. You suppress the instinct to recoil and instead lean into his embrace, pretending to enjoy the intimacy. You kiss him back, but your mind is elsewhere, silently urging the sleeping pills to take effect.
When his hands begin to wander, you gently push away, offering an apologetic smile. âI need to use the bathroom,â you say softly, slipping out of his grasp.
He nods, clearly disappointed so you place a quick peck on his lips as consolation. Closing the bathroom door behind you, you take a deep breath, counting the seconds as you hope the pills are working.
After a few minutes, you return to find Flint still sitting on the sofa, though his eyelids are heavy, and his movements sluggish. He looks up at you with a faint smile, oblivious to whatâs happening.
âYou look tired,â you say, sitting beside him and offering your arms. âHere, rest for a bit.â
Flint leans into you, his head resting against your chest as his breathing grows slow and steady. A moment later, heâs fully asleep.
Once youâre certain heâs out cold, you carefully ease him off you and grab your phone. Dialing Hyunjinâs number, you speak in a hushed tone. âItâs time.â
-
Hyunjin doesnât bother knocking; youâre already there, opening the door as if youâve been waiting for him. The moment he steps inside, his eyes land on Flint, sprawled out on the sofa and deeply asleep thanks to the potent sleeping pills Hyunjin sourced from his pharmacist friend. He notices you tidying up the remnants of your staged evening, clearing the glasses and dishes from the coffee table.
âWhat do you need me to do?â Hyunjin asks without preamble, his voice low.
You motion toward the furniture. âHelp me move everything.â
Together, the two of you shift the furniture to the edges of the room. Once the space is cleared, you roll up the carpet, revealing a carefully drawn rune beneath it, etched onto the floor in a pattern that Hyunjin can only describe as intricate and otherworldly.
âLift him,â you say, gesturing to Flint.
Hyunjin doesnât hesitate, though he grits his teeth as he hauls Flintâs limp body off the couch and carries him to the center of the rune. Once Flint is positioned as instructed, you disappear into the bedroom to retrieve more items.
Hyunjinâs gaze lingers on the rune as he waits, a sense of unease creeping into his chest. When you return, youâre carrying an array of tools and objects he canât even begin to identify. Candles, vials, a small chalice, andâmost unsettlingâa dagger.
âSet the candles around the circle and light them,â you instruct, kneeling on the floor as you arrange your witchcraft materials.
Hyunjin obeys, carefully placing the candles at specific points around the rune and lighting them one by one. The flickering flames cast dancing shadows across the room, the atmosphere growing heavier with each passing second. He finishes and steps back, watching as you lay your tools in front of you and take a deep, steadying breath.
âAnything else?â he asks, though the tension in his voice is clear.
You glance up at him briefly. âStep back. I need to start.â
Hyunjin retreats to the edge of the room, leaning against the wall as he watches you. Heâs never been one to believe in witchcraft or rituals, but something about the way you move, the focus in your eyes, makes him hesitate.
You begin chanting, your voice low and rhythmic, as you add ingredients one by one to the chalice. Hyunjin watches as you pour liquids, crush herbs, and sprinkle powders, each action deliberate and precise. Then, you take the dagger, holding it with a calm determination that makes his stomach churn.
Without hesitation, you press the blade against your palm, cutting deep enough for blood to bead and then flow freely. You ball your hand into a fist, letting the blood drip steadily into the chalice. Hyunjin stiffens, torn between stepping in and letting you continue.
As the blood mingles with the other ingredients, you set the chalice on the floor and light a small flame beneath it. The mixture begins to burn, smoke curling upward as you chant louder, your voice rising with each repetition.
Hyunjinâs unease deepens as the room seems to shift around him. The air grows thick, pressing against his skin, and the flickering candlelight feels almost alive. He tries to convince himself itâs just his imagination, but he canât shake the feeling that something is happening.
Hyunjin watches in tense silence as you place the chalice at the heart of the rune, the contents still smoldering. You close your eyes, steadying your breathing as you stretch your arms outward, the dagger still held tightly in one hand. Then, in a language that sounds ancient and otherworldly, you begin the incantation:
"To the peace of death, I call you forth. Let your life fuel my flame. Through natural fate, this path unfolds. From blood and soul, my magic returns to me."
Your voice resonates, starting low but growing with intensity. Each word seems to ripple through the room, vibrating in Hyunjinâs chest like an unearthly hum. The candles, though extinguished, seem to glow faintly, the runes on the floor pulsing with a strange energy.
You move to the chalice, gripping it tightly, and continue the spell, your voice now echoing as if the words are being spoken in tandem by someoneâor somethingâelse:
"From the shadows of this world, I draw the light. Flint Hargrave, I take your life. Nature shall not see this as betrayal. For your soul becomes my tool."
Hyunjin canât look away as you pour the remaining contents of the chalice over the center of the rune, the liquid sizzling against the air as if it were molten. A deep rumble vibrates beneath his feet, subtle at first but growing stronger.
Then, gripping the dagger tightly, you press it against your palm once more, fresh blood dripping onto the circle as you chant the final, most powerful lines:
"My blood, your blood. I give life to reclaim my magic. Let my soul be eternal. And let your death appear as natureâs will."
The air explodes with energy as the rune flares to life, a bright, unnatural light illuminating the room. Flintâs body jerks as if an invisible force is gripping him. His chest rises once in a shallow breath before his entire body relaxes, utterly still.
Hyunjin shivers as the room goes deathly quiet again, save for the soft crackle of dying embers from the chalice. The energy in the air feels different nowâcharged and alive, yet cold and foreboding.
You rise slowly, wiping the blood from your hand onto a cloth as you look over your shoulder at Hyunjin. For a moment, he sees something in your eyesâa glint of power, or perhaps something darker.
âItâs done,â you announce.
Hyunjin stares at you, uncertain of what he just witnessed but knowing, without a doubt, that something far more significant than a simple ritual has taken place.
-
You and Hyunjin are moving the furniture back into place, the room slowly returning to normal. Hyunjin keeps glancing at your hand, his brows furrowed as his eyes linger on the blood-soaked cloth wrapped around it.
âJust a small cut,â you assure him, catching his concern. âIâll handle it later.â
Hyunjin doesnât look convinced but says nothing as you direct him to help move Flint to your bed. He pauses, clearly uncomfortable. âWhy not just leave him on the sofa? Heâs out cold. He wonât even notice.â
âItâs better if it looks like we slept together,â you reply, your tone even and practical. âIt makes the story more believable.â
Hyunjin mutters something under his breath but follows your instructions, carefully lifting Flintâs limp form and carrying him to your bed. As he starts undoing Flintâs tie and unbuttoning his shirt, he glances upâand freezes.
Across the room, you're changing out of your dress, slipping into a silk nightgown that clings to your form. The dim light casts shadows that highlight every curve, and for a moment, Hyunjin finds himself staring at the bare expanse of your back. His throat tightens as unease washes over him.
He quickly looks away, focusing on pulling the blankets over Flintâs body.
âYou okay over there?â you ask, your tone light but teasing as you tie the straps of your gown.
Hyunjin clears his throat, his voice coming out a bit strained. âYeah, just... making sure everything looks convincing.â
Once Flint is settled, Hyunjin hesitates by the doorway, his fingers twitching at his sides. âAre you sure thereâs nothing else I can do?â
âNothing left but to wait,â you say, brushing a hand over your hair as you settle into the chair by your vanity.
Hyunjin nods slowly, his jaw tightening. His eyes flicker to the cloth on your hand again, and his uneasiness spills into his words. âJust uh... take care of that cut, okay?â
âI will,â you reply softly, offering him a faint smile.
Reluctantly, Hyunjin turns to leave, his footsteps heavy as he makes his way out of your apartment. As the door closes behind him, a strange silence settles over the room, leaving you alone with Flintâand the heavy weight of what youâve just done.
-
The sleeping pills must be far stronger than you anticipated because Flint sleeps through the entire morning. His phone vibrates on the nightstand for what feels like the hundredth time, the name "Assistant" flashing on the screen. You sigh, brushing your hair out of your face as you glance at the time.
Climbing onto the bed, you carefully settle yourself next to him, your movements deliberate and gentle. Leaning over, you softly shake his shoulder. "Flint," you say, your voice light and melodic. "Time to wake up."
He stirs, letting out a small groan before squinting up at you. His eyes struggle to focus, confusion flickering across his face.
You smile warmly, tilting your head. "Good morning, sleepyhead," you sweetly greet, brushing imaginary lint off his shoulder. "Your phoneâs been ringing non-stop. I think your assistantâs starting to worry youâve dropped off the face of the earth. If you donât pick up, theyâll probably assume youâre dead."
That earns a groggy chuckle from him as he sits up, rubbing his face. He grabs his phone and answers it briefly, mumbling reassurances before hanging up.
When his gaze finally returns to you, his brows knit together slightly. âWhat... happened?â he asks, his voice rough with sleep.
You let out a light laugh, reaching out to straighten the rumpled sheets around him. âOh, come on!â you tease, feigning a hint of hurt. âI canât believe you donât remember. We had such a good time last night.â
He blinks, his confusion shifting to realization as he looks down, noticing for the first time that heâs naked under the blanket. His eyes widen slightly, and a slow smirk creeps onto his lips.
You giggle, playfully running a hand through your hair. âDonât worry, Iâll let you take your time piecing it together,â you say, slipping off the bed with a practiced grace.
âFor now, how about breakfast?â
As you walk toward the kitchen, a quiet, satisfied smile graces your lips. Inside, youâre celebrating your triumph. Everything is moving perfectly according to plan.
-
Three days have passed, and Hyunjin finds himself pacing his apartment, his mind restless. The uncertainty gnaws at him, a constant hum of tension in the back of his thoughts. Heâs not sure how long the spell takes to workâor if itâs even working at all.
His mind circles back to you, as it often does these days. He worries about you being stuck in this fabricated relationship with Flint if things donât go as planned. Worse, he canât shake the thought that you might have to keep playing along indefinitely, enduring Flintâs company far longer than you should.
Hyunjin sighs, running a hand through his hair. Itâs not just his own career hanging by a threadâitâs yours too. The weight of it all feels suffocating.
The sudden ringing of his phone snaps him out of his thoughts. Glancing at the screen, he sees the office number flashing and hesitates for a moment before answering.
âYes?â he says, trying to keep his voice steady.
âWe need you to come in tomorrow for further examination,â the voice on the other end informs him. âPlease be on time.â
Hyunjinâs grip tightens around his phone. âIâll be there,â he says, keeping his response curt before hanging up.
He stares at the phone in his hand, unsure of how to feel. Does this mean things are moving forward, or is it just another step in prolonging his uncertainty? He canât tell if this is a good sign or a bad one. What he does know is that his future remains unclearâand yours feels equally bleak.
On the way to your apartment, as he waits for the traffic light to turn, Hyunjin catches sight of Flintâs car pulling up in front of your building. He sees you step out, Flint following to open the door for you. Flint leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips before returning to his car.
From where Hyunjin stands, he canât see your expression. He canât tell how much effort itâs taking you to keep up the charade. Hyunjin clenches his fists and forces himself to calm down as he crosses the street.
When you open the door for him, youâre as composed as ever. You step aside, letting him in like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
But as he looks at you, something feels off. Thereâs no spark of confidence in your eyes, none of the determination youâd had when you first presented this plan.
âDo you think itâs working?â he asks cautiously.
You hesitate. Your gaze flickers to the floor, then back to him, and he feels the weight of your silence before you even speak.
âThereâs a chance itâs not working,â you admit quietly. âIâve⌠lost my magic.â
Hyunjin blinks, the words taking a moment to sink in. âWhat do you mean youâve lost it?â
You press your lips together, avoiding his gaze. âI did something. Something that cost me my power.â
Hyunjinâs brows knit together, his unease mounting. âAnd youâre only telling me this now?â His voice is steady, but thereâs an edge to it.
You look at him, guilt etched into your features. âI didnât know how to tell you. Iââ You pause, then force the words out. âI cast a spell on you, Hyunjin.â
The room feels colder all of a sudden, and Hyunjin steps back, staring at you. âWhat?â
âI used my magic on you,â you say, voice trembling. âAnd I gave up my powers in exchange for being able to revoke it.â
Hyunjin stands there, frozen, trying to process what youâve just told him. His mind flashes through your time together, questioning every moment, every interaction. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. The betrayal, the shock, the confusionâitâs all too much.
Finally, he looks at you again, his expression unreadable. âYou⌠cast a spell on me?â His voice is quiet, strained.
You nod, guilt heavy in your eyes. "I didnât know it would lead to this."
Hyunjin turns away, running a hand through his hair. He doesnât leave, but he doesnât speak either, his mind spinning as he tries to come to terms with what youâve just confessed.
-
When Hyunjin shows up at your door, his expression says everything before he even speaks. He steps inside, and you prepare yourself. After the initial pleasantries, he asks the question you knew was coming.
âYou⌠cast a spell on me?â
The moment hangs heavy between you, and you realize thereâs no way out of this. You have to tell him everything. So you do. You confess to casting a love spell on him, to manipulating his feelings. You explain how you sacrificed your magic to undo the damage, thinking it was the only way to make things right.
As you speak, you watch the light in his eyes dim, the distance between you growing with each word. You can feel him slipping away from you all over again, and it makes your heart ache in a way you hadnât thought possible.
When you finish, silence fills the space between you. Hyunjin doesnât say a word, his expression unreadable. You donât know if heâs upset, angry, or simply in shock.
You force yourself to look at him, your voice trembling as you speak. âIâll understand if you want nothing to do with me. I promise Iâll stay away from you.â
He doesnât respond, his silence louder than any words he could have said. Finally, he turns toward the door, and you realize this might be the end. The final goodbye.
âWait,â you say, your voice cracking.
Hyunjin pauses, his hand on the doorknob, but he doesnât turn to face you. You rush to your bedroom, grabbing something from a small box tucked away in the corner. When you return, you hold out a talisman.
âI know youâre being called to the office tomorrow,â you say, your voice soft. âPlease, take this.â
He takes it from you without a word, his fingers brushing yours for the briefest moment before he steps out of your apartment.
As the door clicks shut, you stare at the empty space where he stood, the sound of your whispered âGoodbyeâ barely audible even to yourself.
-
Hyunjinâs head feels like a chaotic storm, each thought crashing into the next, leaving him unable to focus. The talisman you gave him is tucked into his pocket, but he hasnât thought much about it since leaving your apartment. Right now, none of it seems to matter. Not the examination, not his job, not even the mess heâs left behind with you.
As he sits in the cold, sterile interrogation room, he stares blankly at the table, his mind drifting. Heâs been waiting here for nearly an hour now, and the oppressive silence only amplifies the noise in his head.
Maybe I should just resign, he thinks bitterly. Spare them the trouble. Whatâs the point of dragging this out?
He starts tapping his fingers on the table impatiently, muttering under his breath. âWhatâs taking so long? Are they trying to torture me or what?â
The door finally creaks open, and a staff member steps in. Hyunjin straightens up, expecting the examination to finally begin.
âSorry for the delay,â the man says, his tone formal. âI'm afraid we need to reschedule the examination.â
Hyunjinâs eyebrows shoot up. âReschedule? What? Why?â
The man hesitates, looking uncomfortable. âNews just broke out... CEO Flint has passed away.â
Hyunjinâs fingers abruptly stops tapping the table and he freezes on his seat. âWhat?â
âItâs all over the office,â the man continues. âApparently, it was a sudden heart attack.â
Hyunjinâs mind blanks for a moment. Flint is dead. The words echo in his head, feeling surreal.
âA sudden heart attack,â he repeats slowly, almost as if testing how it sounds.
âYes. Iâm sure more information will come out soon, but for now, the office is in chaos.â
The man leaves the room, but Hyunjin barely notices. His hands rest on the table, fingers tightening into fists as the weight of the situation sinks in.
The spell worked.
His heart feels heavy, a mixture of relief, shock, and guilt flooding his system. Hyunjin isnât sure what to feel. Flint is gone, and the dark cloud looming over his and your lives has lifted, but at what cost?
-
Itâs been a week since the news about Flintâs sudden death, and Hyunjinâs been reinstated with a clean slate, or at least thatâs how it seems. No conclusive evidence, no real suspicion, and here he is, back in his seat, his career still intact.
He should be relieved, he knows that. He should be celebrating that the spell worked, that Flint is gone, and heâs free from the twisted situation that had him tangled up in it all. But instead, thereâs this hollow feeling gnawing at him, and it's impossible to ignore.
With a sigh, Hyunjin pulls the talisman from his pocket. The small object feels heavier in his hand now, its meaning no longer as simple as a mere piece of luck. This was supposed to be his victoryâhis triumph. The key to his freedom. And yet, all he feels is sadness.
His fingers trace over the edges of the charm, memories of the nights spent with you flooding back. The time he spent with you felt like an illusion now, a dream thatâs shattered. Heâs angry, of course, at the deceit. You cast a spell on him, used magic to manipulate him without his knowledge. He didnât even have a chance to choose. Betrayed, he feels the sting of that truth, raw and cutting.
But underneath that anger is something else, something he canât shake. A deep sense of loss. He canât understand it. Why does he feel this way?
"I got what I wanted," he murmurs to himself, his voice tinged with bitterness. "So why does it feel like Iâve lost everything?"
The bustling noise of the office around him fades into the background as his thoughts consume him. He wants to hate you for what you did. He wants to walk away and leave everything behind. But he canât.
Because no matter how hard he tries, a part of him still cares for you. And that part of him canât stop wondering if he made a mistake when he walked out of your apartment that night.
-
You take a deep breath as you gather the remnants of Flint's presence in your apartmentâthe items he touched, the things tainted by his energy. One by one, you place them in a bag, careful not to let your emotions creep back in. Itâs not just about removing his physical traces; itâs about banishing the negativity that still lingers, suffocating your space.
With the bag clutched tightly, you step outside to a safe spot and set it ablaze. The flames crackle and hiss, consuming every last fragment. You whisper under your breath, a spell to release the darkness.
"By light of stars and flame of sun. Cleanse this space; let harm be none. All shadows fade, all ill be gone. This is my will; let peace be won. So mote it be."
The fire dies down, leaving behind nothing but ash. You exhale deeply, feeling a small weight lift from your chest.
Back in your apartment, the air still feels heavy, clinging to your skin like a second layer. You draw yourself a bath, infusing the water with a few drops of essential oilsâlavender for peace, eucalyptus for clarity. As the warm water embraces you, you feel a subtle shift in your energy.
Once submerged, you whisper another spell, letting your voice carry into the water:
"From root to crown, from heart to soul. Let purity and light take hold. All dark removed, all wounds made whole. By power divine, restore control. So mote it be."
The words resonate through you, calming your mind. You close your eyes and let the spell do its work, envisioning the negativity dissolving into the water. You imagine it swirling away, leaving you lighter, clearer.
When the bath is done, you step out feeling renewed, wrapping yourself in a soft towel. The final step is to cleanse the air around you. You light a white candle and carry it through each room, whispering the same purification spell for the space. As the soft glow illuminates the corners, you feel the lingering shadows retreat.
Finally, you sit in the center of your living room, lighting a bundle of sage. The smoke curls into the air, spiraling upwards, carrying away the last traces of darkness. You speak firmly:
"This space is mine; it is sacred and free. No harm may enter; no ill may be. Only light and love dwell here with me. So mote it be."
The silence that follows feels comforting, like an embrace. You smile faintly, knowing youâve taken the first step to reclaim your life and your peace. But before you can fully settle, thereâs a knock at the door.
Hyunjin.
You debate ignoring it, letting the past stay behind that door, but the longing within you wins. Wrapping yourself in your robe, you pad to the door and open it.
There he is, standing on your doorstep, a faint, hesitant smile playing on his lips. Itâs not the expression you expectedâno anger, no bitterness, just something softer, something unsure.
âCan I come in?â he asks, his voice quiet but steady.
You nod, stepping aside to let him in. You donât trust yourself to speak, afraid of what might spill out if you try.
The air feels heavy as you stand in the doorway, watching Hyunjin step inside. His presence stirs up emotions youâve been trying to suppress for days. His smile is soft, but thereâs a nervous energy about him, as though heâs unsure of what heâs doing here.
âI didnât see you at work,â he starts, his voice light, as if trying to mask the tension. âThought Iâd check in. You know, make sure you werenât... taking days off as a grieving girlfriend for Flint.â
His attempt at humor makes your chest tighten, but you canât bring yourself to respond. You cross your arms, standing stiffly as he slowly moves around your space, his eyes scanning the room like heâs committing every detail to memory.
When he finally stops, his gaze locks onto yours. His expression shifts, the teasing gone, replaced by something deeper. âWhy did you revoke the love spell?â
The question hits you like a wave. You hesitate, the words caught in your throat. Part of you wants to avoid it, to bury the truth even deeper, but you know he deserves to hear it.
You inhale sharply, steadying yourself. âBecause I love you,â you admit, your voice trembling. âToo much to keep you like that.â
The confession spills out, leaving you vulnerable in a way you havenât been before. Tears threaten to blur your vision, but you fight to hold them back, not wanting to fall apart in front of him.
Hyunjin steps closer, his eyes searching yours. âYou remember everything, donât you? From when I was under the spell?â
You nod, your voice barely above a whisper. âEverything.â
âThen why didnât you say anything?â he presses, his voice tinged with both frustration and hurt.
âI tried,â you choke out, tears now freely falling. âI tried so many times but you... you hate me too much.â
Your voice cracks, and you look away, unable to bear the weight of his gaze. Every word feels like a dagger to your heart, reopening wounds you thought had begun to heal.
Suddenly, Hyunjin closes the distance between you. His hands gently cradle your face, his thumbs brushing away your tears. The tenderness in his touch makes you crumble, and you canât stop the sobs from escaping.
âYou shouldâve told me,â he whispers, his voice soft now, almost pained.
Before you can respond, his lips are on yours. The kiss is gentle yet urgent, a mix of longing and regret. You melt into him, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as if he might vanish if you let go.
For the first time in what feels like an eternity, the ache in your chest subsides, replaced by the warmth of his embrace.
-
Tracing every curve of your body feels like a trip back to his favorite place. Hyunjin may not remember it but he knows, he's been here before and it brings out that sense of belonging. He uses his hands, his lips to retrace the steps and as he puts his body on top of you, his body fits yours like two pieces of puzzle.
âHow can I forget such beautiful body?â He mutters with a gentle kiss on your navel.
He continues the kisses upward until his lips reunite with yours again and each kiss he plants is harder and longer than the previous one. One hand glides down your front and not stopping until his fingers meet your wet sex.
Intrigued by the delicate flesh, Hyunjin looks down as he pushes his slender fingers inside you, he watches as you take them and his eyes widen at how you clench around them. He gulps air before saying, âYou know how to get me impatient.â
Slowly, he pulls his two fingers and not wasting time to shove them into his mouth, his luscious lips wrapped around his fingers as he sucks, hard.
âHow can I forgot this sweet, sweet taste.â His voice is so low it's almost like a whisper.
His patience runs thin. He parts your legs wider and positions himself in between. While stroking his cock in his hand, Hyunjinâs intense eyes fixated on yours and the way he can see the want in your eyes... he's stroking his cock faster than before.
Hyunjin canât waste another second just looking at your gushing cunt and let it tantalizing him the longer he looks at it. He holds the side of your thighs after placing his cock in your wetness, he begins rocking his hips back and forth, rubbing his length in between your slit and at the same time, smearing your essence all over it.
âFucking goodness!â He breathlessly says with his deep, heavy voice, tinted with hurries.
Hyunjin glides his hands down to your hips and holds you still as he pushes his cock, his eyes fixated on watching his length disappearing into you little by little. He unconsciously holds his breathe watching you take it, the size, the girth, and the veins coiling around it.
The moment he's fully sheathed inside you, Hyunjin drops his head into the crook of your neck. With his mouth resting so close to your ear, you can hear his raw, low groans. After a moment of composing himself, Hyunjin hovers above you, a hand cupping your jaw.
âTell me, mmh?â He hastily kisses your lips in between sentences. âTell me how can I forgot this tightness, this... fucking good pussy?â
Hyunjin props his hands on each side of you as he begins moving his hips, slowly and deliberately, his eyes fluttering shut as if he can't comprehend the sensation of each his movement caused.
âOh, fucking...â He can't even finish his sentence but pulls out of you immediately. He knows that if he's inside you for a second longer, he'll lost it.
He frowns at the detachment and makes up for it by kissing you, placing his lips on every inch of skin available to him that breathing becomes unnecessary to him. Hungry for more skin to kiss, he flips you over, one hand holding you down by the nape of the neck as his plush lips peppering your back with soft yet searing kisses.
âHow are you so soft all over?â His voice filled with disbelief but he doesnât necessarily needs an answer from you as he plants his mouth on the base of your spine.
He makes use of his other hand to fondle your ass cheeks and from there, it's making its way back to your cunt, fingers teasing around your entrance, making it wet as he's ready to penetrate again.
On his second attempt, Hyunjin has better self control, he takes a deep breathe once he's fully buried inside you and then slowly, he lays on top of you, his chest meeting your back, skin to skin.
Lying face down with your head on the pillow, he puts all of your hair to the side and then presses a gentle kiss on the column of your throat. With utmost carefulness, Hyunjin begins thrusting from behind you and the skin slapping sounds filling the room.
Putting his hand around your neck, he tilts your head to the back until your eyes meet his. âYou feel so fucking good, do you know that?â A smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he says it.
You only nod as you innocently gaze into his eyes and lowly moaning to his thrusts, arousing him more than he expected. You drop your head to the side, leaning against his forearm as he intently watches your facial expressions ever changing as the pleasure mounting inside you.
âYou're close, mmh, beautiful?â He's picking up the pace but he asks you so sweetly.
Your wide-eyed gaze lingers on him as you lick your lips and nod.
Hyunjin canât help himself but kisses your open mouth as he feels you tightening around his cock and plants a lingering peck on your lips. âI'm not going to stop until you come around my cock.â
He takes your hand and laces it together as he closes the gap between your bodies, his hips not slowing down even for a moment, determined to give you your release.
âHyunjin...â you softly whine.
It's hard to ignore how you tighten around him, how you're sucking him deeper into yours as you hit your climax. He holds on to his last shred of self control to not lose it there. He wants to make this lasts for as long as possible.
As you're dealing with the waves of pleasure lapping over you, Hyunjin places kisses on your neck and shoulders, eventually your lips as satisfed moans spilling out of your parted lips. He holds you close and as he maneuvers himself to lay back on the mattress.
Giving you a moment of rest, Hyunjin uses the time to cuddle you, wrapped his muscular arms around you and stays like that as you're relishing your orgasm.
You turn your head to the back to face him, demanding a kiss from him and he gives it without a doubt, pressing a kiss on your lips.
The sheet is a crumpled mess as you bodies slithering together, limbs all over each other, touching, squeezing, pressing... it doesnât take long to get you hot all over again.
Hyunjin reluctantly lets go one of his hands busy fondling your breasts and lowering it to your core, rubbing your clit that engorges the more he stimulates it. If only his mouth was resting close to it, he'd suck on it. He uses his fingers instead, pinching it in between, earning a soft gasp from you.
âHyunjin,â you softly call his name. âPut it back in.â
In response, Hyunjin hastily kisses your lips. âWith pleasure.â
In the midst of him thrusting you from behind, you lift your leg and put it over his thigh, providing him more depth and allowing him to continue circling your clit to give you extra stimulation.
His lips keep lathering yours and he likes how your moans spilling into his mouth, hot and sultry, and at times, he doesnât stop himself from playfully sucks on your tongue.
âKeep clenching around me like that and I'm going to... oh, cum a lot inside you,â he finishes his sentence with a haste kiss on your lips. âIs what where you want it, mmh? Inside?â
You curve your arm around his neck and bring his head close for a kiss. âInside. Yes.â
âThank fuck!â He playfully curses against your lips. âCause I don't think I'd be able to pull out right in time.â
With that being said, Hyunjin moves at such ease, trying to delay his high as long as possible and savoring every second of it, his arms tightening around you as he thrusts into you slowly yet with such intensity that makes your body squirms in reaction.
His head is buried deep in your neck as he incessantly moving to chase his high and when he finally comes undone, he holds you tightly.
With his head still clouded with overwhelming pleasure, you bring his hand that is resting between your legs to your mouth and he watches as you take each one of his fingers into your mouth, sucking it with your eyes closed. Once you're done with all the five fingers, you bring his hand down to your breast to fondle it together with him.
You turn your head to the side to capture his lips in yours and Hyunjin likes every bit of this moment. The intimacy, the tenderness of it all, you.
He slightly pulls away from the kiss to say. âI don't want to forget this.â
Lying beside you in the quiet stillness of your bedroom, Hyunjin feels a rare sense of peace. He pulls you closer, his arm wrapped securely around your waist. His gaze softens as it meets yours, and he notices how the faint glow of moonlight highlights the lingering sadness in your expression.
Without thinking, his hand reaches for yours, his thumb brushing over the tender scar on your palm. Itâs a reminder of the ritual you performed, the night everything began to shift.
His voice is soft as he asks, âDoes it still hurt?â
You shake your head, your lips curving into the smallest of smiles. But Hyunjinâs heart aches all the same. Slowly, he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the scarred skin. The simple act feels more intimate than anything heâs done before, as though heâs sealing his own unspoken promise.
Thereâs something stirring in himâan ache, a yearning, a strange sense of dĂŠjĂ vu. Itâs like his heart remembers moments his mind refuses to recall, fragments of the love spell that linger despite everything. As he holds you, Hyunjin begins to wonder if the spell merely amplified something that was already there.
His voice breaks the silence as he sees the tenderness in the way you gaze at him. âWhat are you thinking?â
You hesitate for a moment, your eyes searching his face, before answering quietly. âDo you still hate me?â
Hyunjin laughs softly, shaking his head and then presses a kiss on your lips.
âNo,â he says, his voice warm and reassuring. âNot even close.â
-
Your mornings have become a ritual of their own. The day always begins earlier now, with Hyunjin beside you. The first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, illuminating his peaceful expression as he lies next to you. Itâs a moment you savor before the world demands the façade of professionalism youâve both agreed to maintain.
Hyunjin stirs, pulling you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. âJust five more minutes,â he mumbles, his voice husky with sleep.
You smile, threading your fingers through his hair. âOnly five,â you tease, knowing full well itâll stretch longer.
Soon, what started as lazy cuddles turns into a heating moment of your bodies pressed so close together and a little later, he has you around him.
You're straddling him on the bed with both feet planted against the mattress as a leverage, allowing you to bounce on his cock. His hands resting on each side of your waist, angling your body and at the same time, guiding your movements.
Hyunjinâs mouth is full of your flesh, his tongue circling around your nipple before sucking it as hard as he could. His eyes are wide and dark with lust, looking up at you with his mouth gaping open.
âKeep going, baby.â He sweetly mutters with a haste kiss on your neck and jaw. âFuck me good. Drain me.â
Instead of adding speed, you choose to keep the steady pace but you switch to roll your hips while intentionally clenching around him. You like watching him overwhelmed by pleasure, his mouth gaping open with raw groans spilling out of it.
When he finally cum around you, you hold his gaze and watch as pleasure filled his eyes. Hyunjin tightens his hold around you and draws you close as he releases his seed inside you. His lips begin to plant kisses on your skin, shoulder, chest, neck and then he traces down your jaw with his plush lips before capturing your lips in a heated kiss.
âIt's been more than five minutes, â you playfully say and he looks so beautiful as you cradle his face in your hands that you can't help but kiss his red, full lips.
He shakes his head and wrapping his arms tightly around you. âStay. Don't pull away yet.â
His hand glides up to the nape of your neck, allowing him to angle your head as he pleases as he leans in for a long, lingering kiss that takes your breath away. He smiles when he breaks the kiss and keeps his forehead pressed against yours as he jokingly says, âYou didnât put me under a spell again, right?â
You loop your arms around his neck and play with the tendrils of hair on the back of his head. âEven if I did, it's a spell to make you less clingy around me.â
Hyunjin lets out a low chuckle but it's enough to make his eyes form two crescent moons. âAre you sure it's not the other way around?â
âA hundred percent sure.â You place a long peck on his lips as he reciprocates with a longer one.
âWe should do it.â Hyunjin says out of the blue.
You blink at him, confused. âDo what?â
âI saw it on your spellbook,â Hyunjin says, his gaze steady and unwavering. âThe one that binds our souls together.â
Your reaction is immediateâyour eyes widen in shock, and you shake your head. âNo,â you say firmly. âYou donât have to do something like that. You don't have to prove anything.â
âItâs not about proving anything,â Hyunjin says, sitting up slightly so he can look at you more directly.
âItâs about not forgetting. I donât want to lose thisâor youâagain. If thereâs even a chance it could happenâŚâ He trails off, his voice softening. âI want to remember. All of it.â
You sit up as well, staring at him with a mixture of disbelief and concern. âHyunjin, this isnât something to take lightly. Our souls would be connected forever. You donât want to do this.â
But Hyunjin has already made up his mind. He cups your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that threaten to spill from your eyes. âI know what I want,â he says gently. âAnd itâs you. So if this is the way to keep you, then letâs do it.â
His resolve is unwavering, and though doubt flickers in your eyes, Hyunjin knows youâll agree. You love him, and youâve already sacrificed so much to be with him. Now, itâs his turn to choose you.
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Reluctantly, you flip through your spellbook, finding the ritual you hadnât dared to consider before. The process is simple, yet the weight of its meaning is anything but. You scan the instructions one last time and gather what you need: a spool of red thread and the candles from your altar.
The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of flickering candlelight dancing against the walls. Youâve drawn the rune onto the floor with meticulous care, the ancient symbol connecting you both to the magic youâre about to invoke. Sitting across from each other inside the rune, you watch Hyunjinâs face, searching for any sign of hesitation.
âAre you absolutely sure you want to do this?â you ask, your voice quiet but firm.
âIâm sure,â he says, his gaze steady and unwavering.
âThis is permanent,â you remind him one last time as you hold the spellbook in your hands. âOnce our souls are bound, thereâs no undoing it.â
Hyunjin meets your gaze, his expression calm but resolute. âI know,â he says.
You nod, swallowing the knot of nerves in your throat, and reach for his hands. Theyâre warm and steady as they clasp yours, his touch grounding you as you prepare for whatâs to come.
With slow, deliberate movements, you begin to wrap the red thread around your joined hands, your fingers trembling ever so slightly as you secure the bond. The thread feels heavier than it should, its weight symbolic of the promise youâre making to each other.
You take a deep breath and close your eyes, letting the words of the spell flow from your lips like a soft melody:
âThread of fate, bond of soul. Tie us together, make us whole. Heart to heart, spirit to spirit. Forever bound, no end or limit.â
The candles around you flicker, their flames growing taller as the magic begins to take hold. The air feels charged, alive with energy, and you open your eyes to see Hyunjin watching you intently.
âRepeat after me,â you say softly, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside you.
Hyunjin nods, his voice strong and clear as he echoes your words, completing the incantation:
âThread of fate, bond of soul. Tie us together, make us whole. Heart to heart, spirit to spirit. Forever bound, no end or limit.â
As the final words of the spell fall from his lips, you both feel itâthe shift, the connection, the unexplainable pull that tells you the ritual has worked.
You look up at Hyunjin, your hands still bound by the red thread. His gaze is soft, almost reverent, and without thinking, the two of you lean toward each other. Your lips meet in a kiss that feels different from any youâve shared before. Itâs not just a kissâitâs a vow, a seal, a promise etched into the very fabric of your beings.
When you finally pull back, the red thread glows faintly for a moment before fading into nothing, leaving only the warmth of Hyunjinâs touch and the knowledge that your souls are nowâand foreverâbound.
For better or for worse, you are his, and he is yours.
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When the day finally begins, itâs with a shared rhythm. A warm shower where water cascades over tangled limbs, soft laughter echoing off the tiles. Breakfast at the table, the mundane act of eating transformed into something tender in the quiet intimacy you share.
Hyunjin always leaves first, heading home to change before work. You watch him go, knowing youâll see him soon. True to habit, the two of you arrive at the office at almost the same time.
In the elevator, itâs a delicate dance. The veneer of professionalism must remain intact, yet the shared glances and sly smiles betray the connection between you. Thereâs a thrill in the secrecy, a spark that makes each stolen moment feel more precious.
As the elevator chimes at Hyunjinâs floor, he steps out, turning to flash you a smile just before the doors close. Itâs small, almost imperceptible to anyone else, but to you, itâs everything.
When the elevator resumes its ascent, you find yourself smiling too. But itâs not just the thought of Hyunjin that occupies your mind. As you glance at your hands, you feel itâthe power surging beneath your skin, stronger than ever.
The binding ritual didnât just intertwine your soul with Hyunjinâs. It did something more. It restored what you thought you had lost, your magic power returning with a force you hadnât expected. The price? Flintâs soul.
You tell yourself it wasnât intentional, that his death appearing so natural was merely an unforeseen consequence. Yet deep down, you know the truth.
The sacrifice wasnât accidental. It was necessary.
Now, youâre more powerful than ever. Hyunjin doesnât know, and perhaps he doesnât need to. What matters is that your soul is bound to his, and with your magic restored, you can ensure it stays that way.
You clench your hands into fists, feeling the hum of energy within. For the first time in a long time, youâre not afraid. Not of Flint, not of losing Hyunjin, not of anything.
This is your world now. And youâll do whatever it takes to protect it.
âWith fire in my veins and steel in my spine. Today the world bends, and all power is mine.â
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My Lovely Mermaid
Summary: You're a curious mermaid, Nanami Kento is a book loving pirate, a match made in heaven.
Word Count: 2,738
Pairing: Pirate!Nanami Kento x AFABMermaid!Reader
Warnings: mentions of fire, near drowning, nudity, half-burnt (BUT HEALED) Nanami, fluffy goodness!
A/N: I love mermaid auâs, yes I was that girl at the pool asking if people wanted to play mermaids! 𤣠this was so fun, I loved writing for healed half burnt Nanami, I've seen fanart of him, and golly, so pretty.
You have been obsessed with the surface world for as long as you can remember. Humans were strange creatures and carried many strange items on their ships, from a little metal trident to jewels and round circular things with deep holes. They had papers bound together with netting of some kind, and the papers were littered with strange black smudgesâweird but fascinating creatures.
You want to learn all about them, ask them what they use the sharp metal things for. Why do they carry trunks full of flat yellow metal? Every time you found yourself exploring a new shipwreck, more questions arose. You desperately wanted someone to answer all of the questions you had.
The only problem was the fact that humans were terrified of your kind. Whenever youâd breach the surface when a ship would pass, all of them would cover their ears, screaming not to listen to your singing. They were convinced that you would drown them. Such a terrible stereotype; you and your kind in these warm waters had never drowned sailors, or anyone else for that matter. Other mermaids in different waters might do that so that you could understand their concerning caution. If one of them would give you a chance, all your dreams would come true.
Little did you know your wish would
Come true on a beautiful summer night.
You had been lounging on some rocks, staring at the little trident you had found and the shipwreck down below. You ran through your damp hair as your tail flipped in the water, splashing the rock below. You were lost in a trance when shouting could be heard in the distance. You sat up, looking to find a red-orange glow in the distance, the lights consuming a ship as black clouds rose. The humans on board the vessel were screaming, jumping off the edge, climbing into smaller boats, and rowing away from the ship that was collapsing in on itself.
You wondered what sort of treasure you would find inside when a man in a small boat began fighting against two other humans trying to hold him back. âNanami! Nanami! He's still on board, captain!â
âHaibara, stop!â a man with long black hair shouted, holding the man with short brown hair back.âThereâs nothing we can do right now!â
âKento!â
âWeâll circle.â The moonlight overhead shone on hair as white as the shells you collected. âMaybe he jumped off on the other side.â
The smaller boat began rowing around, calling for this âNanami.â As they turned, you watched a man run to the ship's edge. He looked down at the water. The beam above him cracked and snapped, and the red glow crept up.
âLook out!â you cried as if he could hear you from as far away. âHey!â attempted to get his attention a second time as the beam began cracking, falling in his direction. âLook out!!â Leave your mouth as the beam snaps, falling towards the man with the color of sunlight.
The man turns to stare as you scream in horror, covering your mouth just as he manages to dodge it. No relief is found as a rope tangles around him, pulling him off the ship and dragging him under the surface. The second he hits it, youâre diving in after him. Your tail frantically moves against the waters as you search for the man. Amongst the ropes, boards of wood, and jewels, you spot the tangled ropes of the man on the ship's edge. Bubbles rose from his mouth and nose, and his eye twitched as he dragged further down.
You wouldnât allow the ocean to clean his life. Not today. Gritting your teeth, you swim faster, grabbing his hand and pulling him up out of the dark blue abyss of the water. Untangling him out of the ropes, you swim behind him, hooking both your arms under his, dragging him up to the surface. When you breach the surface, you ensure his head is held above the water as you swim for the shore.
The waves rock against the sandy shore as you drag him to lie on the beach. It's at that moment that you were able to see him truly. His chest slowly rises and falls as he breathes. You brush back strands of his hair, gently running your fingertips over the eyepatch that covers his left eye. The entire left side of his body, from his head down to his hip, is covered in healed scars.
âSo pretty.â You whisper, running your hand down my cheek. His head leans into your touch, making your heart flutter fast.
You stay like that, staring at the beautiful man until your tail dries and shifts into your legs. You lie there next to the stranger until the sun begins to rise. It was about that time when he groaned, turning his head to the side before he blinked slowly.
Nanamiâs vision was blurry, blinking slowly. He was on warm, damp sand, and his head was pounding. He turned his head to the other side and stared at the knees of someone sitting near him. His eyes trailed up higher, cheeks burning as he stuttered and sat up, finding his knees belonging to a very naked and beautiful woman.
âOh! Youâre awake!â You chirped happily, tilting your head to the side and shifting your hair. âThank goodness.â
âIâm sorryâI'm just a little confused.â
âWell, you were drowning, and I saved you.â
The man before you slowly nodded, averting his gaze from your direction. âOh, thank you very much; I would like to thank you properly, butââ His cheeks flushed pink. âYouâre uhmânaked.â You hummed, glancing down at your naked body before shrugging your shoulders.
âMerfolk donât have the need to wear clothes.â
Nanami has deduced that you werenât exactly human when he first looked at you. Your ears were shaped differently, almost similar to what heâs seen in books depicting elves with a slight point. Your cheap bones were littered with glittering scales, and you had a starfish pulling some of your hair back. He had heard rumors about mermaids being in the ocean but had never seen them in person.
âRight, well uhmââ he sighed, rubbing his hand down his face. âHold on,â You watched as he took his shirt off before handing it to you. âI donât want to be rude and stare. Even though youâre very beautiful and you have a very stunning body. I want to thank you properly for saving me, so if you donât mind, could you put this on for a second?â
You took the white fabric from him, examining its sleeves and two openings. You slid it over your bare body the way you had seen him wearing it. The shirt was long on you, covering your torso, and the end rested against the top of your thighs. The sleeves were long, swallowing your hands as you flapped them around curiously.
Nanami finally turned to watch as you cutely moved your arms up and down. He watched as the sleeves of his shirt flapped with you. He grinned, turning to face you, sitting on his knees. You examined him briefly before getting into the same position, sitting on your knees so that you could stare at him.
âThank you for saving my life.â He bowed his head, which quickly followed suit.
âIt was my pleasure.â You went back to examine the shirt closely.
Nanami scoffed, shaking his head as he sat against the glittering sand in the rising sun. âMy name is Nanami Kento, whatâs yours.â You quickly told him your name, more eager to stare at the different stitching in the fabric you wore. âI would like to repay you for saving my life. I owe you a debt.â For the first time in your entire life, a certain sense of excitement washed over you like the warm summer waves. This was your chance to ask him your questions and get some answers!
âI have lots of questions about you humans.â
âDo you?â
âMhmm, why do you guys carry mini tridents on all your ships?â
Nanami cocked a blonde brow at you. âMini-tridents?â You held the finger up in front of him before reaching into the net bag you had made and pulled out the trident.
âThese things.â
Nanami reached out with the most gentle smile on his face. âThis is called a fork. We use it to eat food.â You allowed him to take this so-called âforkâ from you. âWatch.â He reached down, scooping some of the sand onto the fork. âThis way, our hands donât get dirty when we eat. We also use spoons and knives as well. But depending on the food or culture, utensils aren't used.â But you didnât hear any of that because your eyes were sparkling with all as you watched him take the fork into the sand, picking it up before dumping it down onto the ground.
âAmazing!â
âWhat else would you like to know?â
âOh, I have so many questions! Likââ
âNanami?!â Both of you turn, watching several men come running down the beach towards you. âOh my god, Captain, itâs Nanami!!â
âHaibara!â There was a relief in Nanamiâs tone, which had you smiling with a heavy heart. He had a life on the short to get back to you; he couldnât just lie there and answer all of your questions. So you pulled the shirt off and handed it back to him. âHuh?â Looking down into his lap, he found his sweater and glanced up to watch as you walked towards the water, stepping into the crystal blue ocean. âWait! Where are you going?â
âHome.â You say, slowly sinking deeper into the water, feeling your legs shift back into your tail. âYour friends are here now. Theyâll be able to get you home.â
Just before you can dive into the water, thereâs a splash behind you, and Nanami grabs your hand to prevent you from leaving. âAnswering one of your questions isnât enough to thank you for saving my life. Could you come back here and meet me every day? Iâll be happy to answer any questions you have.â Your fingers interlace with his.
âIâll meet you here tomorrow. How about when the sun is highest in the sky?â
âIâll be here.â
Just like he promised every day when the sun was highest in the sky, you would meet him at the beach where he would be waiting for you. He always brought lunch for both and was more than willing to answer every question you had. You learned all about forks, spoons, and knives. Nanami told you that women like to wear jewels, and the flat yellow coins in their trunks, which you found at the bottom of the ocean, were used as currency to buy things like food or clothes.
When those questions were answered, Nanami began bringing books to the beach for you both to read. Youâre so glad he did because Youâve learned all about different things: foods and far-off places. Every day, you would lie on the beach, reading with Nanami. He'd tell you stories of his days with the crew. Sailing the seas and fighting battles, he always did it with a fond but almost sad smile.
He loved his friends and his job defending people from the Pirates, who were horrible humans. Kenjaku and his gang of horrible people had plagued the ocean for so long. They were sinking ships, stealing money, and committing the most heinous of crimes. In the battle leading up to Kenjakuâs defeat, Nanami lost his eye, and half his body was burnt by a pirate named Mahito. At the same time, his voice and eye are full of pain. He claims that it was well worth it because, in the end, they were able to defeat them. Even though he was left with the scars for it.
âI suppose it's still taking me some time to get used to. People tend to stare.â He said as he stroked your hair back. âBut, you never once questioned or made comments about it. Why is that? From the mermaid who has millions of questions, I thought that would be something you would be curious about.â
âOh,â you looked up from your book, turning to face Nanami, âI just think youâre beautiful.â
His hand gently cups your cheek, holding it there. âAnd I think you're beautiful. A beautiful, strong mermaid who saved my life.â The distance between your lips gets smaller and smaller as he inches forward. âYou know that you are far too kind?â You lean into his touch, nuzzling against the palm of his hand.
âI couldn't just idly sit by and watch someone die. I honestly believe there was a reason behind my lounging that night, and I'm glad that J was there because I got to meet you. You are so kind and handsome. You never think any of my questions are stupid or ridiculous.â
âBecause theyâre not. Do you have a curious mind, and Iâm happy to feed that.â
Before your lips could touch, you pulled away. âIâm happy being with you,â you whisper, playing with the sleeves of Nanamiâs shirt, which he always lets you wear when you lounged on the beach with him. âBut uhm, Gojo mentioned that he has another ship lined up for you. That you should be able to get back to work soon.â
Nanami can see the disappointment in your eyes. You knew this day would eventually come. He wouldnât stay on the beach with you forever, answering your questions and feeding the delicious food he prepared. Heâd eventually go back to sailing the seas, and you would go back to exploring shipwrecks soon. This beautiful time together was going to be short-lived. Because how would you make this work?
A mermaid and a pirate being together. Because one saved the other from drowning, was there anything holding him here to be with you? For you both to continue meeting on this secluded beach outside his hometown. No, he had a life to get back to.
âYeah, about that.â he gently grabbed the back of your head, pulling you close to his face. âI told Gojo that I was going to retire.â
âRetire?â
âYes, it means I'm no longer going to work.â The way your pupils dilated and sparkled made Nanamiâs heart soar. âI've made enough money to last me the rest of my life.â
You press your hands against his bare chest. âWhat do you plan on doing now?â Your voice is high-pitched as your breathing quickens in anticipation and excitement.
âOh, the crew said they will help me build a house here on this beach. I plan to fill it with all the books I haven't read yet. Books that my curious mermaid can read. Because her curiosity and awe of the world is something I want to continue to fuel because I have fallen in love with every bit of her beauty, curious mind, and heart.â
âKento,â you whisper, eyes flooded with liquid.
âMay I kiss you? And so selfishly ask you to accept me as yours?â There were no questions to be asked. You closed the distance between you both, slamming your lips against his in a searing kiss. As Nanami hit the soft sand below, his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against him.
A few years pass, and Gojo tracks down the beach with Suguru and Haibara. They had been kind enough to bring back gifts for you on their latest voyage: books, wine, and exotic fruit. The house you and Nanami had built stood tall, providing shade for you both. You lie in the sand holding each other as your daughter happily places a seashell on the pile of sand she deemed a castle.
âAhoy there!â Haibara yells, drawing Nanamiâs attention from the little wavy blonde girl clapping her hands together. âWe brought treats!â
âUncle Yu!!â Your daughter bolted for the group of men, throwing her arms around Yuâs leg and giggling as she stepped forward. Her hair flowed in the warm summer breeze, revealing her pointed ears. She might be a carbon copy of her father, but at least she got your ears.
Nanami watched from the shade, taking a deep breath before looking at the ocean. An ocean that had left him scarred almost drowned him and brought him to the best thing in his life. You plopped down next to him, stretching your arms above your head before your husband leaned down, kissing you softly. The ocean had brought you together. And he thanked it every morning for his lovely little mermaid wife and beautiful daughter.
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Espresso Hearts
Synopsis: an artist and musician who finds comfort in a stranger's silence.
fem! Reader x James Marriott
Word Count: 890~
Contains: Fluff
Warnings: none really
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The soft settle glow of the sun painted a perfect picturesque scene as it fluttered through the coffee shop windows.
The golden light casting perfectly across the wooden floors of the shop. The shop was less crowded than usual at this hour, giving the chance to actually acquire a seat and get some work done.
On his daily coffee run, James took his time walking down the path to his favorite coffee shop. The sky had just the perfect amount of clouds that painted the perfect backdrop without it being too chilly.
A soft hum of amusement evaporated against Jamesâ vocal cords at the sight of a not so clustered shop at this hour.
With his laptop, and small pocket book, James was now grateful he had packed the two mediums; maybe he could find some inspiration.
And maybe that inspiration was perched inside a corner also searching for the same.
Ordering his usual, fingers tapping against the counter top as he waits for his drink, James takes a look around.
Majority of the shop's tiny booths were filled, with a few empty scattered around James would have to settle with. Unless.
Lounging beside the window, the sun perfectly highlighting her like she was a beacon he was always meant to find.
Mindlessly sketching inside a leather bound notebook, hair pulled back into a loose ponytail with a few strands hanging out and a sweater the color of green leafs in springs.
With his iced coffee in hand, James makes his way over to the enticing women in the far corner.
âExcuse me... I was wondering if I could sit here? Just for a few minutes.â James pips up, nerves igniting within him.
âGo aheadâ was just a soft mutter from between her lips, nothing more and nothing less. Not even a glance at him.
The chair screeching against the floor it's dragged upon, James sat directly across from her. Eyes not so secretly appearing down onto the pages of abstract lines and void of color. Besides her was a half drinking plastic cup of matcha and a barely touched espresso glass that had a perfect peachy lipstick stain.
Pulling out his own notebook and laptop, James took this opportunity to revise some lyrics that had been racking his brain.
Minutes tick by so quickly, that half an hour had gone and both barely moved a muscle or breathed a word. The music of a pencil rough against parchment led James' eyes to the women's notebook once again.
The lines that had seemed to lead nowhere was now a perfect contracted top-half of a person. With an oddly familiar pair of glasses and disheveled hair, and the same tuff on the collar of the jacket as James wore.
She must have felt James staring, as her eyes worked their way up to his as they gazed down at her work.
Her hand spreads out across the paper, each digit attempting to hide what was already seen.
âI'm Jamesâ
His smile held a charismatic charm he was unaware he had.
âY/Nâ
She answered with a simple nod, her voice the same soft pitch as before.
James' smile never flatters as he presses save on his document and focuses back onto her.
âYou come here often?â
âSome mornings after a run,â Chewing her bottom lip as her eyes don't know where to land. âAnd you?â
âMost days, it's a part of my little morning routine.â
Gesturing towards the scene of the notebook and laptop laid before him with her chin, âWhat are you working on?â
âA songâ
âYou're a musician?â
âMhm.â
Seeming to take it in with a nod, âCan I hear something of yours?â
Trying to play off the heat that rises onto his cheeks, pulling out some earbuds before offering one to her.
âHere uhâŚâ
Palms clammy as he pulls up an audio file that starts playing a bit too loud. Causing both to wince as James hurried to lower the volume.
âSorry sorry!â
Awkwardly chuckling while he intensely observed her. Each small head movement and quite hum a criticism he mentally wrote down.
âYou're really goodâ
âReally?â Stumbling over his syllables as he quickly takes back the earbuds she was gesturing over.
A nod as she folds over a ribbon onto her sketch and closes its cover, âDo you release it on anything?â
âJust the normal platformsâ he coughed, fingers tracing the lines and indents of his cupâs lid.
Looking out the window, the sun intensified the shine of her eyes as she watched the traffic go by.
âWould you like to do this again?â With a tilt of her head as she glanced over Jamesâ face.
With a gulp of nerves and a flutter in his chest, âY-yeah, love to.â
Tearing off a piece of napkin her now empty espresso sat upon, scribbling down an array of numbers.
âCall meâ she smiled, her tone an octave louder with a dose of confidence.
Sliding the corner of paper to the man across from her, before settling her belongings into a small drawstring bag.
âSee you.â James forced out as she moved out of her seat.
Walking by, hand delicately ghosting against his shoulder as she walked past towards the door. Nothing more than a fantom of a touch, one that closely mimics the growing feeling within his chest.
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Inktober prompts this year are rubbish so Iâm doing my version of Magnustober inspired by @bound-books-and-glowing-clouds! Hereâs my art for day one based on the first episode of tma!
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In the depths of the ancient library, golden dust particles danced through warm afternoon light, casting ethereal shadows across towering wooden bookshelves.
Y/n stumbled into the dusty attic, her eyes squinting against the shafts of sunlight that pierced through the cobweb-covered window. The library had been in the family for generations, a place filled with abandoned treasures and the whispers of long-departed souls.The library was long forgotten when she and her cousin Takeshi had found it during their after school adventures .Her curiosity had been piqued by a peculiar dream the previous night, one that spoke of a secret waiting to be found.
"What on Earth are we even looking for up here?", Takeshi, complained, his voice echoing off the ancient wooden beams.
Y/n ignored him, her eyes scanning the cluttered space for something...familiar. The dream had been so vivid, the warmth of a hand on hers, guiding her through the attic's shadows to a hidden corner. "It's here," she murmured to herself, her heart racing as she approached a dusty bookshelf. Her fingers trailed along the spines of books that hadn't seen daylight in decades, until they stopped on one that felt...different.
The book was bound in leather, worn with age but still holding its ancient secrets within. As she pulled it out, the dust danced around her in a soft cloud, revealing the title etched in gold:
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A strange, almost electrical feeling zipped up her arm, and she knew that this was itâthe object from her dreams. She blew off the dust and opened the cover, her eyes immediately drawn to an illustration of a figure with twelve shadows, a crown of thorns circling his head.
"Sukuna," she whispered, the name from her dreams falling from her lips.
The moment she uttered the name, the air grew thick with a heavy, almost palpable energy. The pages of the tome fluttered open to reveal a spell, one that she instinctively knew was meant to be read aloud. With trembling hands, she began to recite the ancient incantation, her voice echoing through the attic. The shadows grew longer and more sinister, and the attic grew colder, as if the very air had been siphoned of warmth.
As the words left her lips, a soft light began to emanate from the book, casting a gentle glow over her surroundings. Takeshi's eyes widened in amazement, but he remained silent, sensing the gravity of the moment. The light grew stronger until it formed a swirling vortex of energy, and from within it emerged a figureâtall, regal, and shrouded in darkness. The figure's eyes met hers, and she felt a jolt of recognition.
Sukuna.
The name resonated through the attic, and with it, the ancient curse king himself took form before Y/n and Takeshi. His eyes, two pools of midnight, searched hers, filled with an intensity that made her knees weak. The room grew silent, save for the rustle of pages and the beating of her heart, which seemed to crescendo with every passing second.
"You've found me," he said, his voice a soft rumble that seemed to shake the very foundation of the house. "After centuries of slumber, I am free."
Y/n stared up at the figure, her mind racing with questions and fear. The handsome man before her, with skin as pale as moonlight, was the very same she had dreamed ofâSukuna, the ancient curse king. His dark red eyes searched hers, as if looking for something only she could provide.
"I don't understand," she managed to say, her voice wavering. "Who are you really and why do you appear in my dreams?"
Sukuna stepped closer, his movements as graceful as a panther's. "I seek to regain my power, the power that once made the heavens tremble. And you, my dear, are the key to that restoration."
Y/n took a step back, her heart pounding. The warmth of the attic had turned to an icy chill that seemed to seep into her very bones. "What power? What are you talking about?"
Sukuna's gaze grew more intense, his eyes seeming to peer into her soul. "You carry within you the essence of the priestess who once contained my spirit. Together, we can restore what was lost, and I can once again rule this realm."
Y/n's mind reeled as she tried to process his words. "What does that mean for me?"
Sukuna's expression softened, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek. "It means that you are destined to be by my side, as my queen, sharing in the power and glory that is rightfully mine." His touch was warm, a stark contrast to the coldness that radiated from his being, sending a shiver of something that was not quite fear down her spine.
Y/n stepped away from his touch, her heart racing. "I don't want to be a queen to a cursed king," she said firmly. "I don't even know what that means!"
Sukuna's smile was as cold as the shadows he cast. "Fear not, for I shall guide you. Together, we will conquer the darkness that has imprisoned me for so long."
The attic door slammed open, interrupting the tension. Takeshi, eyes wide with terror, pointed to the stairs. "We have to go! There's someone coming!"
Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she hastily shoved the tome into her bag, the warmth of its magic seeping through the fabric. "Hide," she whispered to Sukuna, not fully understanding the command but knowing it was necessary.
The footsteps grew louder, heavy and determined, as someone climbed the creaking stairs. Takeshi's eyes darted around the room, searching for a place to conceal them both. Y/n's eyes fell upon a dusty trunk in the corner, and she gestured for Takeshi to follow her. They tumbled in together, pulling the lid shut just as the footsteps reached the top of the staircase.
The intruder's footsteps grew closer, and Y/n's heart thumped against her ribcage. She held her breath, her hand clutching the tome tightly. Through a crack in the trunk, she caught a glimpse of a pair of boots coming to a halt before the bookshelf. The figure paused, as if sensing the disturbance in the air, the very essence of Sukuna's presence.
"Takeshi, don't make a sound," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The boy nodded, his eyes wide with fear. They could hear the rustling of pages and the occasional cough as the unseen person searched through the dusty tomes. Y/n's thoughts raced. Who was this, and what did they want?
The footsteps grew closer to their hiding spot, and she could feel the warmth from the tome pulsing in her grasp. It was as if it was alive, resonating with the energy of the room. She clutched it tighter, hoping that somehow, it would protect them.
"Takeshi," she whispered urgently, "who could it be?"
The footsteps grew louder, and she could almost feel the weight of his gaze upon them, as if he knew exactly where they were hiding. The lid of the trunk began to creak open, and she braced herself for discovery. But before the light could spill in, a shadow fell over the opening, and the footsteps retreated.
Sukuna's form materialized beside her, his hand gently pressing the lid down. "Quiet," he whispered, his eyes flickering with a warning. The tome's warmth grew more intense, and she could feel his power surging through it, shielding them from view.
They waited, their breaths shallow and silent, until the footsteps disappeared down the stairs. When the door finally clicked shut, Y/n let out a sigh of relief. "What now?" she whispered.
Sukuna's hand remained on the trunk, his eyes focused on the spot where that person had been. "We must leave this place," he murmured. "His presence is a threat to both of you."
Y/n nodded, her mind racing. "But what does he want?"
Sukuna's expression grew grim. " I know who it is ...he seeks to claim what is rightfully mineâyour heart and the power that lies within you. He believes that by controlling the priestess's essence, he can overthrow me and rule this realm in my stead." His hand tightened around the tome, his eyes burning with determination. "We must leave before he returns with others who may not be so easily deterred."
Y/n nodded, her heart racing with the implications of his words. A battle of love and destiny unfolded before her, and she was the unwilling pawn. They climbed out of the trunk, her legs shaky with fear and anticipation. She didn't know where to go and what lay ahead, but she knew she couldn't face it alone.
to be continued...
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Die With A Smile | k. sw.
⸠synopsis: with nothing but a stone door between you and not-so-mythical creatures, tension rises and the truth spills out whenâor perhaps from whomâyou least expect it.
⸠starring: kim sunwoo x reader
⸠word count: 1.3k
⸠general content: fantasy au, royal au, lives in jeopardy and people in peril blah blah blah oh yeah dragons
⸠warnings: if kissing or dragons scare you you're fresh outta luck
⸠rating: teen+
⸠authorâs note: (I've been reading this fantasy book for two days and the brainrot got to me :p so when I started a game of frantic fanfic with my girl @ashonheavenscloud you best BELIEVE I subjected her to the madness. thanks for co-writing this with me, angel)
Sunwoo slides the safe room door back into place with a labored yell before collapsing into the stone, brown eyes adjusting to the dimly lit space. You stand a few feet from him, desperately pulling at the bows of your gown.
âSo they were real after all,â you heave, pulling at a sash. âThe dragons. Theyâre real.â
Sunwoo nods in astonishment as a ground shaking roar reverberates through the stone wall, sending an excited shiver up your spine. You tear off the outer layer of your dress and almost shriek in anticipation.
âAll this time, they told us it was just a folk tale,â Sunwoo whispers, unable to fathom it himself despite having seen it with his own eyes. âAnd now theyâreâŚterrorizing the castle?â
âSunwoo, donât you know what this means?â you whisper eagerly, pushing aside your discarded clothes and glancing around the room, assessing your hideaway. Compact stone walls, lanterns hanging and casting a dim glow on Sunwoo's face as he glances at you with an incredulous expression.
"Uh, yeah, that we're going to be burned to bits of charcoal?"
"The prophecy, you dimwit." You sigh. The boy refutes with his own exasperated breath.
"You really believe defeating these things can put an end to the gem wars and unite this pile of rubble we call a kingdom?â He jokes bitterly, checking his face for any more cuts. âI think weâd get our asses handed to us if we even tried.â
âRight, but if they told us that dragons and all of the fables and tales were a lie, then I can only guess what else might be true.â
Your hands slip behind you to your corset, reaching for the strings in an attempt to untie it.
âAt this point, anything goes. And that means that that prophecy, with the knight on the dragon, is as good as gospel.â
Sunwoo furrows his eyebrows for a split second, before taking two quick steps towards you. âY/n, you donât meanââ
âI do,â you say and huff, dropping your arms in frustration. âSomeone has to try.â
âBut weâve never seen anyone tame them!â
âIf I recall correctly, before today, neither of us had even seen a dragon,â you counter, and Sunwoo opens his mouth, then snaps it shut when he canât seem to come up with a response.
As he watches you from behind, only one thought comes to mind, one that terrifies him more than being burnt to a crisp by a beast.
âYouâre going to get yourself killed.â
At his low blunt voice, you freeze momentarily, considering that possibility for what feels like the first time, despite knowing how much it very much is not.
âYeah well,â you sigh, just barely grabbing at the laces of your corset to pull the loops loose, âyouâve always said I was always in the right place to make a name for myself, soâŚâ
âI meant that in a âyou have the means toâ kind of way, not for you to go and make yourself some kind of a martyr-â
âWell what does it matter anyway?â You exclaim, twisting around to face him with a flushed face. âWhat does it matter if I die?â
Your breath comes in short and quick puffs, clouds of steam inhabiting the diminishing space between you two as he stares at you in shock.
âMy family is ruined,â you spit, a rogue tear slipping out of one eye, âmy title is a chain to which Iâve been bound by birth, I have no prospects, no possessions, my very existence is meaninglessââ
âNot to me!â
Your eyes widen after Sunwoo yells, both of his hands holding a tight grip to your shoulders as he breathes heavily and tries to right himself.
âI donât care how selfless you are, or how unimportant your life seems to be, or how true this so-called prophecy is,â he says in a low voice, staring at the stone flooring as he blinks hard. âIâll be damned if I lose the only person Iâve ever loved, because youâre so quick to risk it all for a society thatâs never cared. About you. About us.â
Mouth agape, you hardly find the air necessary to breathe before you let go of the laces in your hands, nearly shaking in his grasp.
âYouâŚâ More tears prick at the corner of your vision, making it even harder to see him in the low lighting. âYou love me?â
He picks up his head, gazing straight into your shocked demeanor with a small but sure nod.
âFates and swords, Sunwoo,â you choke out a sob, fingers trembling as you reach up to cup his bruised cheek, âwhyâŚwhy didnât you ever-â
âBecause I couldnât risk,â he begins, teary eyes now mirroring yours, âlosing the only person Iâve ever loved.â
He watches as you fall to pieces in his hold, trying to sort through the muddled emotions swirling through your mind. The muffled sound of shouting and heavy blasts echoes from the closed door, and you wonder how much time you'd even have staying here. If it would even make a difference to hide or to face the threat head on. But then you feel Sunwoo's fingers curling around your shoulders, so tightly it almost hurts, like he's trying to remind himself that you're still there. Drinking in the feeling of his touch, the warmth of his face in your palm, you realize you're doing the same.
His eyes stay locked with yours, and it's obvious that he notices the shift in your realization. That this moment may very well be the last one you get together like this, if youâre so unlucky.
You donât know what compels you to do it. But one second youâre standing in his hold and the next, youâre throwing yourself into his chest, crushing your lips with his as tears stream down your cheeks.
He catches you with ease, pulling you hard against him, but careful enough to not splinter the boning in your corset as you both attempt to steady yourselves, simultaneously unwilling to part for another second. Sunwoo kisses you back hard, desperately, freely, and you know that he feels just as frantically that you may not have this chance again. There's a million things to regret, to wonderâif you had said something sooner, if heâd said something sooner, if time could be on your sideâbut you shove aside those thoughts. You're not wasting a second more.
Sunwoo's hands slide up to hold your face, the same way you're doing with his. It's equal parts tender and firm, like he's holding you togetherâlike he's holding himself together by extension. And then you lose yourself in his mouth pressing against yours, communicating all the unspoken feelings you donât have time to voice. But you can feel each word in the trace of his thumb along your cheekbone, his breath on your skin with every brief pull back before diving in again, his wet tears that spill over your fingers and pool by the corners of his lips. You taste salt, and regret, and relief all at once.
And then you pull back yourself, and whisper it back.
âI love you too.â
Sunwoo looks as if heâs seen another dragon as he stares back at you, a fire alight in his eyes. He gently presses his forehead to yours as he stumbles you both into the cold stone wall, barely being able to hold himself off of you as he takes in the sight of you, flushed and breathless.
âPlease,â he begs, hand dropping to hold yours down by your skirts, âplease say that again.â
âI love you, Sunwoo.â
At that he smiles widely to himself, lifting the back of your hand to his lips and kissing it over and over again.
âMaybe Iâll join you in taming these dragons,â he chuckles, turning your wrist to press one last kiss against your palm before holding it to his face.
"Because now that I've heard that, I can die a happy man."
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World Champions | Artwork for World Champions by TheDefenestrator by TheDefenestrator, art by Blurb_brain
Fandom: The King's Avatar | ĺ
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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Category: Gen
Words: 71 944
At the end of season 4 of the Glory Pro Alliance, the government finally receives the information it has been waiting for: The other players have caught up. Or, In which Glory has been a government recruitment ploy for remote-piloted mecha operators all along.
About the Book
FONTS: Mundo Serif, Azonix [dafont], Segoe UI Symbol
IMAGES: Illustration by Blurb_brain [AO3]; cover image by NASA ID: 440611 [Rawpixel]; Planet Earth background ID: 6331593 [Rawpixel]; Circuit lines background ID: 3117935 [Rawpixel]; endpapers' image by Eric Eastman [Unsplash]; Swoksaar, Desert Dust, Lord Grim, Vaccaria, and Cloud Piercer [The King's Avatar Wikia]
MATERIALS: regular printer paper (8.5"x11", 96 bright, 20lb), 80pt bookboard, Iris Bookcloth (colour: Black Pearl), Neenah cardstock (8.5"x11", bright white, 65lb), waxed linen thread (white, 30/3 size), embroidery floss (shades 3750, 350, 3845, 370), leather cording (1.9mm diameter), Reevesâ acrylic paint (Mars Black, Phthalo Blue, Titanum White), Americana acrylic paint (glow in the dark), ph neutral pva glue (Books by Hand)
PROGRAMS USED: Typeset in Affinity Publisher, cover/title page/endpapers designed in Affinity Designer/Photo, QR codes generated with LibreOffice Writer, PDF arranged for printing with Bookbinder-JS
BINDING STYLE: quarto, case bound (slightly rounded, with oxford hollow, forgot to use tapes)
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Fenes' "Glory's tech isn't handwaved" AU. This was great! Funny and creative, and I'm both amazed and full of admiration for Fenes' ability to juggle so many characters.
I was feeling excited and ambitious with this one. Tried some new fun things (double core endbands, painted edges) and used some new equipment (a lying press).
The Text
TITLE/HEADINGS FONT: Azonix says 'SciFi' to me, it's a bold, non-serif, sleek font.
BODY FONT: Mundo Serif, it's a decent serif body font I haven't used before. Felt like it worked with Azonix.
SCENE BREAKS: a special character in Segoe UI Symbol of a black & white icon of Earth, the globe showing Asia.
TYPESETTING: Finished typesetting the fic, left document open on my laptop, laptop's battery failed, file now crashes immediately upon reopening, issue persists with copied versions of file (ďźďżŁĐ ̄) . Thankfully I had a backup file for the typeset with the barebones of the text, so I didn't have to restart from scratch...
Title Page
My thinking: it takes place in space, the world's at stake, and it's the dawn of a new horizon for Earth. Glory and the titular champions are represented by Swoksaar, Desert Dust, Lord Grim, Vaccaria, and Cloud Piercer â the captains of what I'd call the 'big 5' teams. A circuitry board background element hints at the tech/mecha nature of the story's competition. It may not match Blurb's art, but I hope I was able to convey some of what the story is about.
The circuitry image is used as decoration throughout the book. I only used the avatars of the top five teams' captains because too many silhouettes would lessen their impact and readability. (Removing the backgrounds was tedious, but worth it.)
Here's what it should have looked like. The test prints for this and the BB art were fine, but I think my inkjet started running out of ink just when I printed the final copies and I didn't reprint them. (Too impatient, really wanted to finish up and read the book)
The Cover
World Champions is another Big Bang fic, and once again I based some of my design choices off of the accompanying artwork. The dominant colours of Blurb_brain's illustration are red and blue-green.
COVER PAPER: For the decorative cover material I used NASA's ASTER image of Poyang Lake. NASA has some really interesting photography some of which remind me of marbled paper, thought it could be interesting. I chose this image of Poyang Lake because 1) it's in China, 2) the colours were similar to Blurb's awesome illustration (fate strikes again, dropping matching images and artwork into my lap!), and 3) NASA is tangentially relevant to the fic, which takes place in space.
BOOKCLOTH: Verona bookcloth in the shade Black Pearl, a lovely dark navy blue colour. Thought it suited the cover paper and title page. (Bought it for this fic specifically, but the colour goes well with almost all of my decorative papers so it should see a lot of use in the future!)
Endpapers
The final decision that held this project at a standstill for two months. In the end I drew inspiration from the matchups against the final opponent in the story. The image I used is a little chaotic and a little too unrelated to identify why I picked it without an explanation, but this book is for me and I know why, so there. (Note that I played around with the colours and cropped the photo.)
Endpaper inspiration: the maps for the matches against the Infilhites
"a long bridge through an enormous tube-like hall, where light seem to come from every side through stained glass windows. It was visually confusing, limited lateral motion" "a warehouse, crates stacked on and beside metal racks that went all the way to the ceiling." "a house of mirrors, fully enclosed to be sure the Infhillte couldnât fly out of it." "like a volcano, rivers of lava moving sluggishly down a slope, occasional vents of overheated air nearby." "a series of overlapping bridges between halls and stairways, level after level layered over an open abyss."
Trimming & Painting the Edges
Going all out, a 2-for1 deal: the opportunity to use my lying press for the first time and learn a new technique!
TRIMMING: Used a paring chisel and lying press.
CHISEL: The 1.25" wide paring chisel I used was form a modern manufacturer. (Vintage paring chisels are very thin, enough so that you can bend/flex the blade. But don't do that.) It's long and wide blade made it easier to register against the surface of the press for consistent cuts. Looks like this one below from Lee Valley.
LYING PRESS: My dad's project. Solid black walnut, hand carved screws and internal threads â he even made the tools to make the threads too! The jaws of the press are each 3 7/8" wide. It's big and heavy (though much smaller than full-sized professional ones omg), but there's enough of a flat surface to register the chisel against. A thicc boi, much like this one below from Bookbinding Supplies.
PAINTED EDGES: The idea was to have dark navy edges, speckled with white stars. I used acrylic from a tube to paint the edges â tutorials recommended it over liquid bottled acrylic, and I had an old set hanging around. Had to water it down because otherwise the paint just flaked off.
My test of trimming and painting went well. Then the trimmed book itself came out slightly crooked, the paint required significantly more watering-down than before, and the white paint did not want to be both opaque and speckle-able. Unfortunate, but still book-shaped! And now I have an idea of what to do differently next time.
Also, did not like the glow-in-the-dark paint. Looked too translucent in the light when compared to the white acrylic, and needed a thicker coat to be visible in the dark. (The thickness combined with the translucence and base colour kinda reminded me of boogers... Ended up scrapping most of it off, so there's not much left to glow.)
Endbands
Still in the mood to have fun and go all-out, I attempted double-core endbands for the first time.
TUTORIAL: YouTube @ BookbindersChronicle: Bookbinding 101 Sewing Headbands Session 2. Also watched @ DAS Bookbinding's Double-Core Endband // Adventures in Bookbinding, but I personally found Chronicle's closeup video easier to follow.
I used embroidery floss from a 100pk of assorted colours off Amazon, wrapped around a core of 1.9mm leather cording from Michaels. I drew from Blurb_brain's art for the general colours, choosing a dark base, with red, blue-green, and gold. The specific shades were picked to go with the cover.
#World Champions#TheDefenestrator#Blurb_brain#qzgs#tka#the king's avatar#fanfiction#bookbinding#fanbinding
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Hey Mr. Browning, did you hear? your favorite movie monster is being featured at horror nights this year?
"You cant believe how overjoyed I am! I feel like a child in a toyshop! I worship the ground that the Phantom walks on. Im so honored that were hosting him this year... Ill Usher him anywhere that he wants, and he can stay in the Palace if he likes. Im so..." He hesitates for a second, then continues, "how the kids would say... stoked to death!"
//Mun is a theater kid, theres no way you guys werent getting my answer too, especially if you saw my rant on the post about POTO closing on Broadway lol. ERIK!!! ERIK IN THE HHN!! GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET!! AND THE INVISIBLE MAN?? I LOVE HIM TOO!! IK its not Broadway Erik but its some Erik so Im happy!!! THE BOY!! HES HERE!!
#julian browning#the usher#halloween horror nights#bound-books-and-glowing-clouds#//hi!#//mun speaks#phantom#phantom of the opera#erik the phantom
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Midnight Passage
Aemond Targaryen x fem reader
Word count: 2.8k+
About: Despite the Prince Regent seeing to his royal duties, Aemond's lover is insatiable and seeks to find him late into the night.
Includes: Explicit sexual content and adult language! This is just porn with very little plot. Finger sucking, masturbation, some degradation, denial (mean!Aemond. He's a shithead in this)
Note: Hello lovely reader! This idea smacked me in the face the other day and I had to get it out of my head. Reader is entirely nondescript. As always, please enjoy! âĽ
Read pt 2 "Beneath the Prince Regent" here
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Beneath the cover of darkness â the night sky outside and a trailing cloak within the corridors â you walked the halls of the Red Keep on silent feet. Aemond was awake. You knew it. Somewhere within these walls he sat and read, or studied, or slowly undressed and brushed his hair for sleep. As if by something unseen, you were pulled to him in a way not entirely your control.
Your skin still glowed from him this morning. Your lips still blushed red from crashing kisses and needful bites. Your smallclothes still carried the heady scent of you and him alike. Moreso than all of that, however, your core still ached to be stuffed full of him.
Aemond Targaryen. Your prince. Your secret. The man who you looked at from beneath your lashes in the public eye, and dazily stared up at from your knees before him in private â cumdrunk and panting and needy â "Yes, my prince, I love this," your eyes said. "I'll do this whenever you want," they also said.
You wondered if the same pull tugged at the center of his chest like it did yours. Surely this wasn't a one sided tryst.
No. The prince didn't get close to people like he was with you. While you might merely be a servant, his draw to you was undeniable. Once the war was over he promised you he'd talk to his mother. Until then... secrecy. Until then, be a good girl and keep quiet. Until then, take no other men. Look at no other men. Only him.
You obeyed.
Somewhere a clock chimed. The guards knew it in their bones. Inside the careful layout of the Red Keep's halls, guards left and new ones stepped in place. You'd chosen this time carefully. Quiet feet led you to the smaller, more private library Aemond frequented, and noiseless hands pushed open the heavy door.
"What are you doing out so late?" Aemond's soft voice questioned through the air, the end of it seemingly directed to the secret fire in your core. He looked so handsome in the candlelight. He was tired, you could tell, yet the shadows made his angular face bright with suspicion. A few books and parchment were atop the table he sat at, as well as a map of what you assumed were battle plans. "Byka kÄlÄŤtsos?" Little kitten
With a blink your momentary trance broke. "I've missed you. I couldn't sleep and wondered if you were still awake," you answered, walking to him with purpose.
"Still awake, yes," he replied simply, watching you move.
With a little smile and eyes that were too dark even for the low light of the room, you sat over his lap to carefully straddle his waist. He smelled like ash and smoke: he'd been here awhile. "No one saw me on the way here," you said to him in a soft breath, grazing the tip of your nose against his. You looked at his mouth beneath your lashes, your own lips parting in silent invitation.
Aemond might be duty bound, but he was no fool. Wide palms pressed up your thighs and his long fingers curled to dent into the soft flesh; thumbs grazed dangerously in and up between. "Disrupting your Prince Regent because you've a wet cunt?" He asked darkly, mouth shifting to a stern expression.
You gulped and tensed, just slight, a flustered wave washing over your clouded senses. "I already said I missed you." Your arms draped across his shoulders, fingers lacing behind his neck.
His touch stilled. A chuckle rumbled low in his throat; more of a vibration than an actual sound. "You act as though I didn't fuck you until you had tears in your pretty eyes this morning." His tone was low with an edge of condescendence, single eye slowly taking you in.
A quiet whine answered him. "When I think of you on the Iron Throne wearing the Conqueror's crown, or at the head of the Small Council declaring royal orders... I can't help it," you half mewled. You drew in a deep breath and slowly rolled your hips over him.
His thumbs slid along the smooth space at the very inside of your thighs, careful to not touch where he knew you wanted him most. You were already hot for him, warming his lap in a way only your depravity could. "Hm... how much of this is my seed, and how much is your slick?" He snapped the center strip of your smallclothes in punctuation. "I bet I've been dripping out of you all day. And yet you crawl to me for more? You will drink moon tea in the morning." Despite your efforts he made no move to return any of your kisses â merely regarded you with quiet disdain.
"Aemond...," you whined and tilted your head down to kiss over his jaw, under it, daring to nip the edge of his throat.
He laughed and squeezed your thighs harshly. Lifting a hand he gripped your jaw and held your chin between his fingers, forcing your attention back to his regard. "You would allow your needy little cunt to risk the safety of the realm, hm? Take my attention away from mine and your wounded King's duties?" Taunts came easily to his tongue as if he wasn't already beginning to stiffen in his breeches.
"The moon pulls me to you and I couldn't sleep. Since this morning you've all I've been able to think about." A plead dripped through your words and you smiled breathlessly. "Let me warm your bed, please. I will wait if that's what you want." So wanton were your desires that you were already close to begging. Aemond could read your body language from half a hall away. Surely it didn't go unnoticed by him, now, no matter his fatigue nor the low light.
"All our time spent together... I must be too soft on you. For why else would you saunter in here and prance around me like a bitch in heat?" A chuff exhaled from his nose as his mouth quirked in a half-sneer; a new glint of darkness reflected in his eye. "If you are truly so desperate then get off my lap and kneel at my feet like a good little bitch."
You undoubtedly vexed him. Over the last few months the young prince developed a soft spot for you, and it increased once you two finally gave in to the carnal desires hot blood provided. But this? He'd been stern and rough with you before... though, nothing quite like tonight. Something clenched in the low regions of your belly. You eased off him and found comfort on your knees. Thankfully an ornate rug covered the stone floor, and even though its plushness was long gone it still afforded you comfort that stones denied. "I only wish to make us feel good. Annoying you wasn't my intentionâ," you said as you leaned forward, hands running up the smooth planes of his firm thighs, "âmy prince." You eyed the bulge in his pants and unintentionally licked and bit over your bottom lip. Saliva collected in your mouth as if on queue. Your fingers inched to the laces which contained him and they were met with a firm swat.
"I said nothing of touching. Only to kneel," he tutted, vicious. "Incapable of following even the most basic instruction...," he sighed and rolled his neck before looking down at you again. "My beautiful, pathetic, byka kÄlÄŤtsos...," he cooed, running the backs of his fingers along your cheek. "With your insatiable desire for my cock," he added with a smirk. The flickering candles of his study made his dark amusement all the more apparent.
You continued to look up at him, doing your best to read him and make sense of what he wanted. Surely he didn't only want you to kneel so he could belittle you? "You're being cruel," you simpered with a practiced pout.
That brought a malicious laugh from his chest. "Only because you were first. Interrupting me in the middle of preparing lists of war. If a Lord could punish you for what you're doing, imagine what the Prince Regent could do." He smiled wide, eye glimmering, as he smacked your reaching hand away for a second time.
"Aemond...," you begged.
A satisfied hum vibrated from his lips. "Such a pretty sound." He leaned back in the chair and spread his legs further apart. One arm draped along the arm of the chair and the other laid down against his thigh, palm up. He coaxed you closer while rubbing the pad of his thumb across the tips of his fingers. "Since you are in desperate need of sucking...," he started, tilting his head to the side while his fingers curled into a fist, thumb pointing out toward you. "Then suck."
For a moment you weren't quite sure what to make of his gesture. Then, it clicked. "Your thumb?" You looked at him questioningly, perhaps shocked, too.
Smugness took over his entire expression. "It's a good thing you were graced with beauty," he drawled in a low husky voice. "Yes. Do I need to show you how to do it too?" He goaded, the lovely bow of his mouth smirking yet again.
Heat immediately bloomed in your face. "No. Let me try first," you replied through your blush, hoping your hint of playfulness was caught. Once more you leaned forward, and this time, instead of trying to open his breeches, you wrapped your lips around the tip of his thumb. He barely tasted of anything. Quietly, you were disappointed to not be graced by the subtle saltiness your tongue had grown to crave. You suctioned the little muscle to the underside of his digit, the warm slick of it sliding along him. You looked to him and smiled, excited to see eagerness on his own features. You'd never done this before. You took all of him in, then, slowly pulling back and releasing him with a wet 'pop'.
"Good girl," he rasped, pants feeling too tight. "Be a good little whore and keep going. That's what you are tonight, isn't it? A dripping, needy, little whore." He watched the way your exposed chest rose and fell with increasingly ragged breaths, the lewdness of his words having an immediate effect on you. "Perhaps if you do well enough you can have release tonight, too."
You took his digit again; eager, now, lids fluttering at the idea of a release gifted by Aemond. Saliva pooled in your mouth and it began to dribble out the corners of your lips. You moaned softly around his thumb as your eyes closed, an odd sort of comforting bliss taking hold of you. It was different than his full length: smaller, but of a similar texture, and without the salt of his body's desire. Even still, you found yourself immensely enjoying it. It was much easier to suck than his rigid cock, for you lavished his thumb with the same attention you would otherwise.
From above, Aemond watched you all the while. Occasionally through your wet slurps and panting little gasps you heard him sigh or hum in delight. Each time you did it sent a shudder of excitement up and down your spine to pool in your center. If you thought you were eager before, you were damn near ravenous now. Your body clenched around nothing and you could feel your pearl throb with desperation to be touched.
The prince made no move to free himself or have you stop. No. The display of your brazen lust had him smug and smirking, content to watch you take merely his thumb. "Are you pretending it's my cock, byka kÄlÄŤtsos?" He asked after a moment, thinking your jaw might need a moment's rest.
"Yes," you breathed in reply, panting. "It doesn't throb, though. And I can't taste you. That's where a lot of the fun is," you added slyly before returning, circling your tongue around him in pace with your bobbing. You were about to get off from this alone, and you knew Aemond had to know, too. You turned your gaze up once again â holding contact so prettily â in a crude distraction so you could snake one of your hands beneath your skirts to where you were wholly soaked. The tips of your fingers barely had the chance to graze yourself before Aemond kicked your hand away deliberately and roughly.
"You are not to touch yourself," he half spat, eye widening with lust and fury alike. "Nor are you to touch me," he added with intensity as you went to grab him for a third time in your desperation.
"You're just playing! This isn't fair!" At being denied twice, a part of you wanted to sob. Never before had he done this, and the tight coil of arousal in your belly made your head fuzzy with pure desperation. It needed out. Somehow, some way, all of your pent up arousal needed out.
"Gods. You look so fucking pathetic. Will you start crying next?" He mocked, abdomen tightening as he worked open his own laces. With a final tug he was finally free from the confides of his trousers and he groaned with the relief. He was achingly hard, tip swollen and exposed from its wrap of skin. "If you touch me you won't be cumming tonight. Do you understand me? I fucking mean it." His voice graveled with severity.
You nodded with wide eyes, inwardly screaming at the torture he put you through. "I understand, my prince," you answered with a fervent nod.
A sigh escaped his lips as he gripped his cock and began working it right in front of you; so close and so far away alike. Up, and down, he stroked, thumb swiping over his tip to spread any pre that might be collecting there. Over, and over.
You watched. Mesmerized. Almost all other thoughts aside from Aemond left your brain. His stroking might as well have been some sort of forgotten witchcraft for how it hypnotized you.
"Spit on it. Then, loosen your dress enough to pull your tits out," he said in a strained growl, the thickness of his voice like honey to your ear. "Qogralbar fuck- I'm close. I want to finish on your pretty face and chest."
Whatever else might have been on your mind before was entirely gone, now. Sitting up on your knees you looked down at Aemond's cock. You rolled your mouth around a few times, gathering all the saliva you could into a single useful glob. Opening your mouth you allowed it to fall from your tongue, and you watched as it landed heavily on the prince's tip. He made quick use of it, the added lubrication making his pumping fist sound deliciously sloppy. "There's my good little pet," he praised, indulging in the sensation to let his head momentarily fall backward.
You took advantage of his distraction and loosened your dress enough to let your breasts fall free; soft mounds on display the next time he opened his eye. And what a welcomed sight they were. The young prince had a soft spot for those, too, rarely letting you go without lovebites on them. The nipples were peaked to pebbles and it was Aemond's turn to feel his mouth water. The memory of those sucked into his mouth aided his stroking fist, lean hips fucking up into his touch. You could see and hear he was close. His breath panted out, now, his sharp jaw tensed, throat flexed, and in the next heartbeat his violet eye rolled closed. Your name rolled off his tongue in a string of grunts and your smallclothes were absolutely ruined by the visceral reaction it elicited from you. You moaned.
Streaks of his spend landed on your open mouth, your tongue, chin, and breasts. The mild scent of him filled your nose and you longed to be pressed against him. But, no, still you were merely kneeling there for his enjoyment. His chest rose and fell in the aftermath, and a sheen glistened on his handsome face. He was marvelous in his winded post-climax bliss.
"You know the passage to my chambers from here, right?" He asked once he regained himself enough to form words, tucking his softened length away.
You nodded.
"Good. Good girl. Take it and wait for me there. You did so well for me tonight and I intend to thoroughly make it up to you." He smiled and it was the softest it'd been since you arrived.
Before standing, you swiped a finger along the outside of your mouth to collect any of his spend that might be there. Sucking your finger clean of his seed, you stood, fixed your dress, and pressed a kiss to the very corner of his own mouth. You muttered, "thank you, my prince," before turning to leave.
"Oh, and don't touch yourself there either. I'll know if you do. Patience, byka kÄlÄŤtsos. I will be done soon."
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Demon!Eddie part 3
Premise
Part 1
Part 2
# hype's demon!Eddie fic
âWho are the lowly mortals that dare summon me?â he rumbles. His wings flare out, half solid like storm clouds, and the candles flicker and almost die. Outside, lightning flashes and thunder rumbles. The woman holds back a shriek. âState thy names!âÂ
The man stares at him with wide eyes. The gale has ruffled his carefully styled hair, but he doesnât reach out to smooth it back, still clutching the leather-bound book to his chest. He opens his mouth to speak, then shuts it again. Gulps heavily before he tries again. When he manages to form words, his voice quivers only a little.Â
âAre you really a demon?âÂ
He couldnât keep the eye roll at bay if he tried. It takes all his willpower to not slap his palm to his face on top of it, to be perfectly honest.Â
âNo, man. I got lost on my way to comic con and wandered into your villa. You are holding a fucking Necronomicon there, dude. What do you think I am? Do these look like contacts to you?âÂ
He gestures at his glowing eyes in a wide, theatrical gesture.Â
They gape at him.Â
âComic con?â the woman repeats weakly, like sheâs never heard of the word, like this is the important part. Heâs sort of starting to wish heâd ended up at a sixteen-year-oldâs pajama party.Â
âYes, Iâm a fucking demon,â he says because, obviously, Moneybag MacDouche here and his girlfriend are a bit dense and need to have things spelled out for them. âAnd I asked you a question.âÂ
They blink. The manâs brow wrinkles in confusion.Â
âJesus fuck- Your names?âÂ
The man flinches minutely, like he actually only just remembered. His shoulders square and his jaw sets.Â
âHarrington,â he says. âMy name is Richard Harrington. This is Charlotte, my wife.âÂ
Fucking finally! He breaks into a wide grin and throws his arms out, registers with a surge of satisfaction how they both jump again.Â
âVery well. Greetings, Richard Harrington and Charlotte, his wife. How can I be of service to you on this fine night?âÂ
Silence.Â
âPardon?â says Richard.Â
He holds back a groan. This will be a long one âŚÂ
âOkay, baby steps. You âŚâ he gestures to the two of them. âare human. I am a demon. You summoned me, rather rudely interrupting my first free night in ages, may I add. Which means you want to make a deal, right?âÂ
âSo itâs true?â Charlotte blurts, and her pale face colors with splotches of red, starting in her cheekbones and creeping all the way down to her neck. âYou grant wishes?âÂ
He huffs.Â
âI donât grant wishes, what am I, a fucking genie?â Their faces fall with disappointment, so he is quick to elaborate. âWhat I do is a bit more complex. I can grant you your deepest, innermost desires, yes. But it comes at a cost. Hence the word deal. You following?âÂ
They nod slowly.Â
âVery good. See, youâre getting there. Now, what is it that you so desperately crave?â
Part 4
#steddie#steddie brainrot#steve x eddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#steddie fanfic#fanfiction#fanfiction writer#fanfic#my writing#demon!eddie munson#hype's demon!eddie fic
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âLand ho!â Shouts Usopp from his perch in the crowâs nest of the Going Merry, his telescopic goggles focused on the silhouette of the mountainous island that slowly materializes on the horizon.
âSweet!â Luffy jumps up, his card game with Chopper momentarily forgotten as he bounds over to the shipâs bow and hops atop the sheepâs head, leaning dangerously far over in an effort to spot the island. âCan we go, Nami?!â
âYouâre the captain,â Nami reminds him without looking up from her book. âYou donât need my permission.â
âOh, right.â Luffy flashes a toothy grin and looks up to the sniper in the crowâs nest with a hand on his hat to hold it in place. âWhich direction, Usopp?â
âStarboard side, Captain!â
âAlright!â Luffy eyes dance with excitement at the opportunity for exploration. âZoro!â He calls, stirring the swordsman from his morning nap. âTurn the rudder starboard!â
âAye, Captain.â Zoro stands, stretches, and follows orders, turning the ship and they set sail for the islandâs coast.
âGood timing,â Sanji says, taking a seat across from Nami, the lit cigarette in between his teeth glowing red until he exhales a puff of white smoke. âWeâre running low on food.â
âWeâre out of food?!â Luffy looks horrified at the thought.
âWe will be,â the cook says calmly, leveling their captain with a hard stare. âIf someone keeps stealing from the reserves.â
Luffyâs eyes drop to the floor, effectively scolded. âI needed a midnight snack,â he mumbles.
Usopp, who had climbed down from the lookout to join them on the lower deck, snickers alongside Chopper until Sanji turns to them with the same icy glare. âYou two are just as bad,â he chastises.
âWho cares?â Zoro says, joining the conversation from the upper deck. Sanji flips him off and he returns the gesture with a cheeky grin. âWe can just go hunting.â
âOoh, Iâll go with Zoro!â Luffy immediately volunteers, to nobodyâs surprise. His expression is beaming as he looks to Zoro, who returns his smile with a wink.
Luffyâs freckled cheeks take on a rosy hue in response, and he pulls the brim of his straw hat down just enough to hide his face, but Zoro has already caught a glimpse of the uncharacteristic reaction. It causes his heart to skip a beat and for some odd reason, he wants to jump over the guardrail, pull Luffyâs hat back, and get a good look at his face.
His pulse quickens as he thinks of what it would take to elicit that type of reaction again. Something as simple as a wink, it seems, but he wonders what else he could do; he wants to test the waters, toe the line and see just how far he could go. His thoughts quickly begin to spiral into dangerous territory, and he shakes his head in an attempt to clear it, but the image of that pretty pink blush splashed across his captainâs cheeks is burned into his brain, and fuck if he wasnât going to do something about it.
As they near the island, the mountains that make up its ecology seem to grow taller, their snowy peaks reaching high to disappear above the clouds. The weather changes from warm, spring temperatures to the chill of late fall, and a light mist from recent rain covers the rocky shores where they anchor the ship. A forest of evergreens towering a hundred feet into the air stretches along the islandâs perimeter a dozen yards back from the beach.
âAmazing,â Luffy breathes, a hand on his hat and eyes wide with wonder.
âThe terrain hereâŚâ Robinâs soft voice garners the attention of the rest of the crew. She looks up to the mountains and thoughtfully taps a long, delicate finger to her chin. âI wouldnât be surprised to find hot springs.â
âA hot spring?!â Nami gasps, clapping her hands in elation before turning to face the rest of the crew with a fire in her eyes. âAlright,â she says, immediately taking charge, âUsopp, Chopper, and Sanji, you three search the island.â
âOf course, sweet Nami!â Sanji croons. Usopp and Chopper groan. Nami ignores all three of them.
âLuffy,â she continues, âYou and Zoro can hunt since we need the supplies, but be on the lookout and report to me if you find a hot spring.â
âWho died and made you captain?â Zoro mutters with a roll of his eyes.
âWhat was that, Zoro?â Namiâs voice is sickeningly sweet, an indication of impending danger in the form of her fist to his head.
âWeâll let you know if we find one!â Luffy says before she can take a swing. Heâs a ball of barely contained energy, practically oozing with impatience to explore. âLetâs go, Zoro!â
He stretches his right arm towards the tree line and wraps his left securely around Zoroâs torso, and the swordsmanâs face blanches as he recognizes the position, realizing what Luffyâs about to do.
âDonât you fucking dareââ
His words are cut short as Luffy catapults them forward into the forest, just barely avoiding a collision with one especially massive tree, its trunk nearly twice the width of the Going Merry.
âI hate when you do that,â Zoro grumbles once their feet are back on solid ground and heâs regained his balance. He glares at Luffy, who irritatingly pays him no mind.
âAmazing,â Luffy says again, tilting his head back and marveling at the enormity of the trees that surround them. He spins in a circle, trying to take it all in and trips over a root protruding from the ground, falling backwards into Zoro, who catches him, his expression miffed.
Luffy meets his gaze and a sunny smile splits across his freckled face, and any annoyance Zoro feels is instantly abated in the way only his captain could manage. He canât help but to smile back, and there it is - that lovely shade of rouge that slowly creeps its way up Luffyâs neck to the apples of his cheeks. Zoro wants to call it out, to say something, to touch his face and feel the heat of his skin, but Luffy straightens and takes off running into the woods before he has a chance to do any of those things.
âWhoever finds the most food is the better pirate!â He taunts, and disappears into the trees.
Zoro remains frozen to the spot. The idea of his captain blushing over him sends his heartbeat into overdrive. He thinks of kissing Luffy, wonders how red his face would turn then, imagines how he might hide behind his hat, shy in a way Zoro has never seen him before, in a way that drives him crazy just to think about.
Zoro wouldnât let him hide; he wants to see the effect he could have, needs to see his captain come apart under his touch, his lips, his tongue, his -
Fuck.
Zoroâs boots finally unstick themselves from the ground. He unsheaths his swords, and lets the forest swallow him up.
An unknown amount of time passes. The dense foliage above filters little to no sunlight, making it hard to tell, but the shadows have deepened and the temperature is a few degrees colder, so Zoro assumes itâs near dusk.
He drags a few enormous wild boar behind him and marks the trees as he walks, looking for any indication of where he might be but all his surroundings look the same. He wouldnât say heâs lost, but he may have been turned around a few times.
He walks another few dozen yards until he hears footsteps crashing towards him, the familiar sound of sandals slapping the ground and Luffy emerges from the bushes to his right, covered from head to toe in dirt, sweat, and blood from a myriad of minor cuts and scrapes. His expression brightens at the sight of his first mate.
âZoro!â He says cheerfully, âI was looking for you!â
Zoro cocks a brow. âWhat the hell happened to you?â
âGiant snake,â Luffy flashes a triumphant grin. He looks at the boars behind Zoro and his smile grows wider, eyes twinkling even in the dark of the woods around them. âAnd itâs way bigger than those little things. I win!â
âYou got one snake and I have four of these,â Zoro retorts, but heâs grinning right back. âI think I win.â
âNo way!â Luffy laughs, and Zoro briefly wonders if heâs always been that pretty. âCâmon,â Luffy says, interrupting his thoughts by taking his hand and heading back in the direction he came. âIâm ready for dinner! I wonder what Sanji will make from these. Grilled pork sounds delicious.â Heâs practically drooling, and his stomach growls on que.
Hunger pangs in Zoroâs own stomach, but all his focus is on the warmth of Luffyâs hand in his own, his heart skipping a beat as he intertwines their fingers, and he wishes he could see Luffyâs face, wonders if his cheeks might be stained a bright red when he squeezes his hand, but the sun has dipped below the horizon and the only light is from a few dimly twinkling stars.
Luffy skips happily alongside Zoro, humming a jaunty little tune until they reach an open field where the carcass of a massive white snake lies still on a bed of tall grass.
âTold you I won,â Luffy chirps, beaming proudly over his catch. He drops Zoroâs hand to grasp the snake by the tail and drag it behind him as they walk back towards the beach, and Zoro immediately misses the contact, feeling colder without it and subtly moving closer to Luffy as they trek across the field, until their shoulders bump with every other step.
As they near the coastline, he catches Luffy peeking up at him from underneath the brim of his hat, and he desperately wants to drop everything, pull him into his arms, push his hat back and kiss him, but theyâve reached where the forest meets the rocky shore, and he can see the rest of the crew gathered around a blazing bonfire just a few yards further ahead. Luffy spots them at the same moment and excitedly bounds over to join them, lugging the snake over towards where Sanji has begun dinner preparations.
âYouâre back!â Chopper exclaims, the first to spot them.
âFinally,â Usopp says, looking haggard, âIâm starving.â
âMe too,â Luffy heartily agrees, dropping his spoils. âSanji, I want grilled pork, and rice, and fruit, and a little bit of vegetables is fine, but I want roasted snake with gravy, andââ
âJe sais, je sais,â Sanji interjects with a grin, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hands a blur as he expertly chops a pile of vegetables and throws a combination of spices and herbs in a large bowl. âJust another moment, Capitaine, and Iâll have a fine meal ready for you.â
âI think you two should take a bath before you eat,â Nami says, looking them up and down with mild disgust. Sheâs seated beside Robin in front of the blaze, both of them sharing the fluffy blanket wrapped around their shoulders. Her red hair is damp, and her skin a freshly scrubbed pink. âUsopp found the hot spring,â she tells them, a contented expression softening her features and she sighs happily. âIt was just amazing.â
âBut I want to eat,â Luffy pouts, âIâm really hungry, I donât think I can last much longer!â
âYouâll be just fine,â Nami chides with a roll of her eyes, âDinner will be ready by the time you get back. Here.â She stands, picks up a basket and shoves it into Zoroâs arms. âThis isnât free,â she says, poking a finger to his chest, her lips curling into a rakish smile. âIâll add it to your tab. Fifty-thousand berries!â
âGreedy fucking witch,â Zoro mutters, looking down at the basketâs contents. A change of clothes for Luffy and himself, a rounded bar of sweet-smelling soap, and an unmarked glass bottle of an unidentifiable liquid.
âShampoo,â Nami answers his unspoken question. âIt goes in your hair.â
âI know how to use it,â Zoro retorts, then softer, says, âThanks, Nami.â
She smiles at him and returns to her seat, pulling the blanket tighter around her person and resting her head on Robinâs shoulder. âPath is marked, hurry and wash up.â
Zoro obediently starts walking in the direction Nami indicated with Luffy trudging behind him, dragging his feet and mumbling about starving to death. Zoro bites back a laugh, slowing his step until Luffy catches up and they walk side by side along the trail.
âWhatâs in the basket?â Luffy asks, curiosity momentarily distracting him from his hunger.
âSoap and such,â Zoro responds simply.
âSmells nice,â Luffy says. Zoro hums in reply. He was sticky with sweat and grime from mucking about in the forest for hours, and a long soak in near-boiling water sounded like heaven. Especially if Luffy were to join him. He pictures his captainâs freckled face, flushed a pretty pink from the heat and his bare, sun-kissed skin slick with floral scented suds, and â Jesus. He quickly derails that train of thought before it causes a noticeable effect.
Within a few minutes of walking, they reach the hot spring - a large, steaming pool of water surrounded by moss-covered stones, sequestered behind a curtain of low-hanging branches and snaking vines illuminated by a single, oil-burning torch.
âSweet!â Luffy says, and immediately he begins to strip, tossing aside his dirty clothes and slipping into the pool with a blissful sigh. Zoro follows suit, stepping over to the opposite end of the spring and feels all the tension in his muscles fade away as he sinks down into the hot water. He closes his eyes and leans back against the poolâs edge, listening to the cacophony of crickets, frogs, and other nightly creatures around them.
He hears the sound of sloshing water and cracks one eye open to find Luffy approaching his end of the pool. He stops when he sees Zoro looking at him, smiling rather bashfully as his cheeks are painted in that familiar shade of crimson.
âCâmere,â Zoro beckons him closer and when heâs within armâs reach, he pulls him in, turning him around so that his back is against his chest. He reaches behind for the basket and pulls out the bottle of shampoo, pops the lid and pours a dollop into the palm of his hand before tossing it back into the basket. He rubs his hands together until he has a decent lather, and combs his fingers through Luffyâs curls, messaging his fingers into his scalp and gently scrubbing away the sweat and grime. Luffy melts under his touch, going completely still and silent but for the occasional contented hmm or ahh.
The sounds Luffy is making are nearly Zoroâs undoing, and so he turns them around, slipping an arm around Luffyâs shoulders and dipping him backwards, using his other hand to cup the water and rinse the suds from his hair. Heâs close, so close he could count the freckles dotted across his captainâs nose.
âCan I wash Zoroâs hair?â Luffy asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
âWhatever you want,â Zoro murmurs, his lips ghosting against Luffyâs and aching to kiss him. Instead, he straightens and slides both arms around his captainâs waist, holding him flush against his chest as Luffy pours too much shampoo into his hands.
âOops,â he mumbles, biting his lip and reaching up to lather Zoroâs hair, his face scrunched in concentration as awkward fingers scrub lightly into his scalp. Zoro chuckles quietly, leaning in and pressing a light kiss to his forehead, breathing in the floral scent of his hair. Itâs intoxicating - the taste of his soapy skin, the warmth of his body against his own, his clean smell. Zoroâs hands move of their own accord, sliding down from Luffyâs waist to grab his hips under the water, pulling him impossibly closer, tilting his head and kissing him, and fuck, itâs so much better than he imagined. Luffyâs lips are so soft, and he allows Zoro to slip his tongue between them, tentatively poking his own into Zoroâs mouth and giggling when Zoro sucks on it.
âThat feels weird,â he says, and his cheeks are cherry red as he wraps his arms around Zoroâs neck.
âGet used to it,â Zoro says, smiling against the skin of Luffyâs neck before he bites down gently, licking over the dents left by his teeth and kissing a trail up to Luffyâs jaw, his cheek, across his nose. Luffy squirms against him, all quiet sighs and breathy moans under Zoroâs attentive mouth, his fingers in Zoroâs hair and tugging at the roots.
Zoro groans and he lifts Luffy up just so, guiding his captain to wrap his legs around his waist, and he considers how easy it would be to just slip it in, but heâs content to take it slow for now, his hands squeezing Luffyâs thighs and his tongue behind Luffyâs teeth.
âZoro,â Luffy says his name with such adoration, Zoro can hardly think straight.
âYes, Captain?â
âI want to take another bath together before we leave this island.â
Zoro laughs breathlessly. âAye, Captain.â
#one piece#roronoa zoro#monkey d luffy#zolu#nami#vinsmoke sanji#Usopp#tony tony chopper#nico robin#my fic#guys I just love them and want them to be happy together forever
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Word count : 1,686
Content warnings : none
βeta read : yes (many thanks to Mrs G. !!)
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Author's note : the very first chapter of my main fanfic, already posted on AO3 but anyways, have it here too since the second chapter will (finally) come out soon !!
She opens her eyes.
Her small, clammy hands grip the leather of the armchair. It lets out a wailing creak as she slowly turns around in her seat, trying to make out her surroundings.Â
It is dark.
The moonlight shines in through the large windows, illuminating the cluttered insides of the room.
She tries to get up, but quickly sits back down as the ground seems to sway under her feet, pressing her warm palm to her head in a futile attempt at stopping the sudden pain. It comes in short waves, steady as her own heartbeat, but nothing accompanies it. No images come to her mind that could possibly tell her how she ended up here.
Only darkness.
She catches her breath as she absentmindedly rubs her forehead. The pain soon fades away. She manages to get up, and makes her way to a window, where she is greeted by the sight of an empty, misty street.
Where am I ?Â
She leans in, pressing her hand to the window, trying to make out anything helpful. Just then, a figure appears in a corner of the street, floating, yes, floating, she realizes, towards the window. It has no feet, and only the faint outline of a skeletal body can be seen under the black, swirling clouds coating it. Its eyes blaze red from under a worn-out hat.Â
She jumps back with a shaky gasp, her dry throat refusing to let any scream escape.Â
A click echoes in the shop, making her heart jump again as she frantically looks around the room, trying to locate the source of the noise.
What's going on ?
A pull.
Without thinking, she turns her head, sharply, towards a globe. It is in no way special, unlike the golden glow gleaming through the half opened trunk hidden behind it.
Was it open the whole time ?
The light is soft, and gently beckons the young woman forward. She pulls her cloak tighter around her, as a nervous shiver courses through her small body. It is suddenly warmer in the shop. The girl pushes the globe aside, her gaze never wavering as she stares at the trunk, the golden light reflected in her eyes.
She kneels down, and the lid squeaks as she pushes it open; the back of her hands brush an ancient helmet and a sculpted candle holder aside, as the light glows brighter with every movement that brings her freckled hands closer to the mysterious light source. Underneath books bound with fragile covers which faded gilt faintly glints, lies the artifact aglow.
Her hand does not hesitate before grasping the rolled parchment. As soon as her fingers make contact with the soft paper, its light fades off. She turns the parchment in her hand, observing the clasp holding it closed, and brings it closer to her face, to better see the elegant symbol of a tree and the arabesques forming a bas-relief on the clasp. As she approaches her other hand to open it, the mural lamp above her flickers on, making her gasp in surprise, as she looks up at the eclectic lamps hanging at the back of the room, which are now lit up as well. She momentarily forgets the strange parchment in her hand, when at the corner of her eye, she notices the street, outside.
The mist is moving.
She approaches the large window again, her hand resting on the lifeless shoulder of an old mannequin, lowering her head into her shoulders to see under the large letters reading 'ANTIQUES AND COLLECTIBLES' backwards. The bluish mist swirls and rushes off the street, and disappears. The young woman cocks her head to the right and to the left, trying to see any sign of the shadow-like creature she saw earlier, but the street remains peaceful and unperturbed, as if nothing had happened at all. The full moon shines brightly in the cloudless sky, its large, all-seeing eye sneering at the clueless girl.
She is pulled out of her reverie by a man's voice, the words soft and unrushed, as if he were speaking to a frightened child.
"Don't be scared ! It's safe to come out now."
She could have sworn the purple clad gentleman was not standing out there a second ago. Yet, there is no hesitation in the way her hand brushes the lace curtain off the door handle, and pushes the door open. The man greets her with a smile, his cane clinking on the wet and irregular cobblestones as he takes gentle, slow steps towards her, the light of the streetlamps shining on his short red hair and sideburns. From under the brim of his top hat, his bright blue eyes twinkle with unknown knowledge.
"Welcome to Darkwood. I know who you are, and why you're here."
He stands still in the middle of the street, his hands resting on the pommel of his cane.
Darkwood ? What do you mean ? I⌠Who⌠am I ?
She steps forward, willing to inquire about her situation. However, he speaks again before she does, gesturing to the rolled parchment she is still holding firmly in her hand.
"The Map has chosen you, and it is your destiny to save this town from its Curse."
Her hand tightens around the parchment.Â
So this is a map ? What do you mean it chose me ? Why was it glowing ? A Curse ? Why me specifically ?
"Take care of it, and it will help you in return. Good luck, SeekerâŚ"
The man tips his hat as a goodbye. The young woman opens her mouth, to take a chance and ask him the thousands of questions she has before he leaves, but a barn owl's hooting resounds, and she looks up as the bird flies straight towards her, its black round eyes reflecting the full moon. Startled, she raises her arm in an attempt to protect her face, however the owl's wings only graze her forehead, letting her feel a small gust of wind created by the sharp feathers, before it flies away in the night sky.
While attempting to calm her heartbeat, she turns back towards the mysterious man, hoping for some answers; however, she is met with nothing. She turns confused eyes towards the street to her right, but it is utterly devoid of people. The man has vanished, seemingly into thin air.
Was that a dream ? Am I asleep ? I must beâŚ
She is alone again now, with this strange⌠Map. She holds it in her hands, and her thumbs move on their own, pressing the buttons of the clasp with one swift movement, as if she had done this countless times before. The clasp falls open, and she unrolls the parchment.Â
A city is represented with a great attention to detail, from the sharp coastlines to lonely letterboxes in street corners.Â
This must be DarkwoodâŚ
Her eyes follow the countless tiny threads of golden light which seem to be woven into the very fibers of the parchment. The lights move in a shimmering, lazy waltz, before uniting in a bright and focused ballet, leading towards a single point. She squints, trying to decipher the small, curvy letters.
Grand Stage
A pull.
The young woman closes the Map, and starts moving. The silence of the streets is only disturbed by the echo of her sharp steps on the wet cobblestones. A stray cat stirs and runs away into a dark alley, hissing at the one responsible for interrupting its slumber. But the young woman does not stop, or even make a sign of acknowledgment. Her feet move on their own, their pace fast, steady, mechanical, leading her further into a city she does not know. Her hand is wrapped firmly around the rolled parchment, its tendrils of light crawling lazily towards her fingers.
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A little further away, an old man is walking down the street. His calloused fingers move gently and deftly as they knot two loose threads together, to prevent a piece of his worn-out jacket from falling off. A few coins tinkle in his pocket. Maybe, had he earned more today, he would have been able to buy a ticket for tonight's magic show; it has been so long since he saw a performance⌠He needs not even sit with others in red velvet seats, only catch a glimpse of the colourful stage lighting up from a dark corner, his vision obstructed by flowery hats and newer frock coatsâŚ
He looks up. The stars are especially bright. His eyes narrow as he spots the small silhouette ahead. It stops for a second, before taking a sharp turn, and stopping again under a street light, in front of a wall. Intrigued by the individual's unusual pace, he takes a few steps closer, and notices long red curls strewn with flowers, cascading down the cloaked back of a petite woman.
"Hey, miss ? You alright here ?"
No answer. She has her back turned to him, and seems to be staring at the street sign in front of her.
"Erm⌠Are you lost ? You shouldn't be out alone so late, I've seen someâ"
He lets out a strangled cry, stepping back, not daring to turn away from the bright light. Like two golden full moons, her eyes stare at him. He frowns, his wide eyes scrutinising her face, looking for any sign of hostility, but her expression remains implacably impassive. Not a single muscle twitches on her young, sun-kissed face.Â
She takes a step forward, and he steps back again. Another step forward. And one backwards. And again. She steps out of the small circle of light around the street lamp post, her unblinking eyes boring into his as they illumine her features, still as an ancient statue's.Â
A gust of humid wind rushes through the street, and his hand shoots up to keep his frayed hat from being blown away. Her long red hair flutters around her face like a bloody halo.Â
She takes another step forward.
He runs, his nervous hand holding his hat down on his head. He mutters to himself, his jaw quivering, his eyes widening.
"That ain't human !"
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ik you've been writing henry but if it's possible, something for charles x reader where their relationship is somehow found out by the group please tank you
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Charles Macaulay x reader (The Secret History)
Summary: Charles and readerâs secret relationship is accidentally exposed during a late-night mishap in the study.
Warnings: i've never written for charles so hopefully its not shit!
master list found here
The storm raged outside, the wind howling through the trees, but inside the dimly lit study, the only sounds were muffled laughter and the occasional thud of a book hitting the floor. You tried to stifle a giggle as Charles fumbled to catch the latest casualty, a hefty volume on Renaissance art, that had tumbled from the overstuffed shelf.
âShh,â you whispered, though you were struggling to keep your own voice down. âCould you possibly make more noise?â
Charles grinned, his eyes alight with mischief. âIf they havenât heard us already, theyâre deaf.â
You shoved him playfully, but the momentum sent you both careening into the desk, another stack of books wobbling dangerously. âCareful!â you hissed, trying to steady them, but it was too late. The books toppled with a resounding thud, sending up a cloud of dust.
Charlesâs hand tightened around yours as you pulled him closer, the air between you electric.
âWe really shouldnât,â you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.
His lips curved into a familiar, mischievous smile. âSince when has that stopped us?â
Before you could respond, his mouth was on yours, the kiss urgent, breathless. The room was dark, save for the faint glow of the storm-filtered moonlight, casting long shadows over the leather-bound books and dark wood shelves. For a moment, it was just the two of you, lost in the illicit thrill of secrecy.
âI donât think weâre very good at this whole âkeeping it quietâ thing,â you murmured against his lips.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through you. âNo, but thatâs part of the fun, isnât it?â
A sound, a creak on the stairs, made you both freeze. You barely had time to pull away, to smooth your hair and compose yourselves, before the door opened, and Richard stood there, his eyes wide.
âOh,â he said, the word hanging awkwardly in the air. âI didnât mean to... interrupt.â
You stepped back, smoothing your hair, heart pounding. âWe were just-â
âLooking for a book,â Charles cut in smoothly, though the flush on his cheeks betrayed him. âItâs been a while since I read anything on the French Revolution.â
Richardâs eyes flicked between the two of you, suspicion clouding his normally placid expression. âRight,â he said slowly, clearly unconvinced. He lingered for a moment longer before retreating, the door clicking shut behind him.
You let out a breath you hadnât realized you were holding, turning to Charles. âWeâre terrible at this.â
He shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips. âOh but it's so terribly fun, my love.â
The next morning, the storm had subsided, leaving the house in a serene blanket of snow. Breakfast was a quiet affair until Bunny, ever the instigator, decided to break the silence with a dramatic flourish.
âSo,â he drawled, leaning back in his chair with a grin. âCharles and Y/N. A midnight tryst in the study? Very Casanova of you, Charles.â
Your fork clattered to your plate, your heart pounding as you coughed, the scrambled egg nearly choking you. Camillaâs eyes widened, and Henryâs gaze sharpened, though his face remained unreadable. Richard, sitting calmly with his coffee, barely concealed his amusement.
Charles didnât miss a beat, leaning back with a casual air. âJealous, Bunny? I didnât think you had it in you.â
Bunny laughed, a booming sound that echoed through the room. âMe? Nah. But I gotta say, sneaking around like that, how scandalous!â
 You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, but you met Bunnyâs grin with a raised brow. âOh, Bunny, I didnât realize you were so interested in my love life. Should I start taking notes on yours?â
Bunny laughed, âtouchĂŠ. But come on, you canât blame a guy for being curious.â
Camilla tilted her head, her curiosity evident. âIs it true then? You two?â
Charles shot a glance at you, a subtle but reassuring look on his face before he turned to the group, âwell, we hadnât planned on making a spectacle of it.â
Bunny clapped his hands together, thoroughly entertained. Bunnyâs grin widened. âA spectacle? You? Never.â
Henry, who had been observing quietly, spoke up. âUnexpected,â he said thoughtfully. âBut not entirely surprising.â
Camilla smiled, her eyes soft. âYouâve always been good together. Itâs just... different from what Iâd expect.â
âDifferent can be good,â Charles said, his gaze locking with yours for a brief moment. The look was brief.
Bunny, unwilling to let the moment pass without further commentary, leaned forward. âSo, whatâs next? Wedding bells?â
Francis rolled his eyes. âJesus Bunny, lay off them.â
âShame,â Bunny said with a mock sigh. âI was hoping for a scandalous elopement.â
Later, as the group dispersed, you and Charles found yourselves alone in the library. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room.
âWell,â you said, breaking the silence. âThat wasnât as bad as it couldâve been.â
âNo,â Charles agreed, stepping closer. âBut Iâll miss sneaking around.â
You tilted your head, a playful smile on your lips. âYou liked the thrill, didnât you?â
He smirked, his hands resting on your waist. âI liked a lot of things. The thrill, the secrecy. But mostly, I liked being with you.â
His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you leaned into him, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. âNo more hiding, though.â
âNo more hiding,â he echoed, his voice low, his breath warm against your ear. âBut we can still have our fun.â
You laughed softly, the sound muffled as his lips found yours, the kiss deepening, filled with the promise of many more stolen moments. His hands slid up your back, pulling you closer, and for a moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the steady rhythm of your hearts.
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