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EXCLUSIVE: princess daenys on fashion, royal duties, and hogwarts life.

1995, DAILY PROPHET. by the daily prophet’s correspondence, colette morvain.

PART I: A FASHION DIVE.

we have celebrities. and then we have stars. it is not every day that one has the honor to sit down with royalty, let alone a princess who, despite having to be in different countries for various purposes, still graces the halls of hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry (to learn more about albus dumbledore, go to page 12). today, i bring you a rare, intimate interview with none other than princess daenys, full–time heir to the throne and best student of her year, whose fashion sense has bewitched the entire wizarding world. one can’t help but be amazed at her exquisite style, which has raised questions far and wide: where does the princess shop? how does she decide what to wear each day?

let me assure you, i left no question unasked. and as you can imagine, princess daenys answered with all the grace and poise of a future monarch.

“it’s no secret that i adore fashion,” the princess began with a soft smile, her voice as enchanting as her wardrobe. “for me, clothing is more than just fabric — it’s a statement. who am i, what i stand for. my mother, the queen consort, used this technique during the war against you–know–who. even if you are denied of words, the clothing you wear will speak for you. my mother taught me everything about this”

indeed, the dresses queen rose wore are still studied at the wizarding academy of arts. the princess seemed to not only have taken her mother's eyes, after all! teenagers love to speak, and it is hard to deny the profound sense of elegance that follows the princess wherever she goes, be it in the great hall for dinner or during one of professor mcgonagall’s transfiguration lessons. every ensemble seems perfectly curated, as if it tells a story of ancient royal lineage and modern wizarding sophistication.

and where does such an icon of style shop? princess daenys laughed lightly at the question. “i’m often asked that. i prefer bespoke designs from artisans both magical and, even if a certain demographic of people wouldn’t agree, non-magical. some of my favorite robes come from small wizarding boutiques that handcraft each piece with the utmost care.” she pauses, her eyes sparkling. “but i also adore muggle fashion. there’s something enchanting about the blend of both worlds, don’t you think?”

readers, the princess is a woman of many worlds—hers is not a wardrobe restricted by the boundaries of her crown or the limitations of magical design. “i like to shop in paris, milan, even new york when I have the chance,” she continued, twirling a strand of her silver-gold hair as she spoke. “there’s a certain thrill in exploring fashion beyond our magical world, where i can mix couture with traditional wizarding wear. my stylist helps me blend them together to create something entirely unique.”

but how, we all wonder, does a busy princess—who, let us not forget, has classes, royal duties, and a throne to inherit—find the time to meticulously select her outfit each day?

“mornings can be tricky,” she admits with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. “it depends on my mood. some days, i wake up feeling like i should wear something regal, the classic red and black of my family. other times, i prefer something more understated but still elegant for classes—or just walking around hogwarts. something practical yet beautiful.”

and practical she must be, for her schedule is as demanding as any head of state. balancing the responsibilities of royal life with the rigorous academic standards of hogwarts is no small feat, and yet princess daenys carries it all with remarkable ease. “it’s about balance,” she reveals. “i might spend my morning in a defense against the dark arts class, but in the afternoon, i have to attend to royal correspondence or meet with my advisors. what i wear must reflect my role in both worlds.”

for those of you wondering what the princess wears wherever she rides her dragons in the skies, the answer is far more down-to-earth than one might expect. “mainly robes that do not make me freeze in the sky,” she confesses with a laugh. “you see, when i was claimed by meleys, my first dragon (of three—i want to add) i was seven. back then i only wore things that would protect me if i had accidentally fallen from my dragon. but now,” her eyes seem to have a warm light “it’s a second nature. i feel free in the sky with all three of my dragons. i usually use my dragons to go to meetings with other nations, and i wear my house colours”

even in her royal stature, the princess remains refreshingly grounded. when i pressed her on whether there were ever fashion faux pas (after all, even the greatest of us have had them), she gave me a laugh that was nothing short of charming. “oh, absolutely! haven’t we all had one or two questionable looks in our past? but that’s part of the fun of fashion—it evolves as you do. i try to embrace each stage of my style journey. at the end of the day,” the princess said, her voice filled with wisdom beyond her years, “fashion should make you feel like the best version of yourself, whether you’re sitting in the royal court or in a classroom at hogwarts. it’s a way to carry your heritage with you while embracing the present.”

the enigma of princess daenys’s fashion choices, laid bare in this exclusive interview. a royal who has enchanted the world not only with her clothes, but with her heart.

PART II: THE ROYAL DUTIES.

it’s clear that her fashion sense is only part of her mystique. behind the silk robes and perfectly tailored ensembles lies a young woman with a weighty responsibility—heir to the throne of a powerful kingdom. as if being a student at hogwarts wasn’t challenging enough, princess daenys is also the future queen, destined to rule her realm. how does she balance such monumental royal duties with the pressures of academic life? well, i got all the answers straight from the princess herself!

“it’s certainly a challenge,” princess daenys began with a serene smile, her composure flawless despite the whirlwind of responsibilities she faces. “my duties as heir to the throne are not something i take lightly. my kingdom expects the best from me, and rightfully so. i’ve spent my whole life preparing for the day when i will eventually take the crown.”

ah, the crown. few of us can comprehend what it means to be born with such a weight on our heads, but for princess daenys, it has been her reality since birth. between classes on transfiguration and studying for O.W.L.s, she is also in constant communication with her advisors, ambassadors, and the ministry. one has to wonder, how does she manage to balance these two very different worlds?

“i’ve always believed that my time at hogwarts is as crucial to my royal training as anything i’d learn back home,” she explained. “the people at hogwarts are the people i want to protect during my reign. and, magic is not only a part of my family’s heritage but also an essential tool in governing. i’ll need to understand how both the magical and non-magical communities interact and co-exist. hogwarts provides the perfect environment for that.”

her duties, however, extend far beyond the walls of the school. as the princess revealed, her days often begin before sunrise, reviewing important documents, attending meetings with council members, and making decisions about state affairs. and, if you can believe it, she still finds time to attend classes and participate in hogwarts life.

“i have a dedicated team of advisors who assist me in my duties,” princess daenys shared. “but at the end of the day, the responsibility is mine. i need to understand what’s happening, and understand how i would act once i’ll be queen. sometimes that means spending my free period reading economic reports with notes made by my father, instead of studying for my next charms exam!”

imagine the pressure of not only studying for your N.E.W.T.s but also dealing with diplomatic tensions and state decisions! but princess daenys, composed, insists that both roles strengthen each other.

“there are days when the balance is hard to maintain,” she admitted with refreshing honesty. “i might have an urgent issue that requires immediate attention, but i also have a potions exam the next day. in those moments, i rely on time management and prioritization. being near other slytherins helped me a lot, in this. i learned quickly that both realms require your full attention, and you can’t neglect one for the other.”

of course, one wonders how much pressure comes with knowing that one day, she will no longer be just a princess, but a queen. i pressed the princess on whether she ever feels overwhelmed by the looming reality of the throne.

“it’s not something i lodge on constantly,” she replied. “i’ve been prepared for this my entire life, but i also understand that i need to experience life as a fifteen years old. being at hogwarts gives me the chance to grow and learn without the immediate responsibility of ruling. it’s important to enjoy this time while also keeping in mind what’s ahead.”

her diplomatic answers were filled with grace and wisdom far beyond her years. princess daenys is nothing short of remarkable—a young woman already well-versed in statecraft, diplomacy, and leadership. yet she still finds joy in the little things—studying in the hogwarts library, chatting with friends in the slytherin common room, and, yes, enjoying quidditch matches.

“i mastered the art of being patient and resilient, thanks to my father,” she reflected with a laugh. “it’s a unique position to be in, he always says. but it also teaches you to think critically, to consider every possible outcome before making a decision. whether it’s a decision about the kingdom or about which club to join at hogwarts, both require a steady hand.”

but don’t think that this princess is always business. there’s still a lighthearted, playful side to her, one that enjoys the magical pranks her friends pull in the hallways or the thrill of learning new spells. “i think that everyone loves spending time in their dormitory, hearing about the newest singer or french fashion magazine”

and when i asked her about her plans for the future as queen, she smiled softly. “i want to ensure that my kingdom is a place of peace and prosperity,” she said. “that has always been my goal. but for now, i am focused on learning as much as i can. there’s no rush to the throne. when the time comes, i’ll be ready.”

a princess who is not only fashionable but formidable, blending her royal duties with the everyday challenges of being a hogwarts student. one thing is certain: the future of her kingdom is in capable hands.

but what other secrets does princess daenys have? could there be more to uncover?

PART III: HOGWARTS LIFE.

inow, we dive into the chapter we’ve all been eagerly awaiting—the princess’s life at hogwarts, particularly her place in the most cunning and ambitious house of all: slytherin. yes, you heard that right! princess daenys, heir of the throne, is part of the green and silver house.

“hogwarts is my second home,” princess daenys begins. “slytherin may have a bad eputation for its ambition and pureblood ideals, but there’s so much more to the house. it’s about loyalty, strategy, and understanding one’s own strengths.”

it’s clear that the princess feels perfectly at home in slytherin, but one can’t help but wonder how she navigates the house’s complex social dynamics. after all, this is no ordinary school year—not until harry potter (to read more about the boy-who-lived check page 27) is walking the halls, and allegiances are being tested in ways unseen for generations.

“i was sorted into slytherin because i value ambition, cleverness, and strategic thinking,” princess daenys says, her tone measured but confident. “but that doesn’t mean i share the same views as everyone in my house. like any hogwarts student, i have my own opinions, my own path to walk.”

indeed, rumors have swirled about the princess’s neutrality in the brewing conflict between dumbledore and you-know-who. is she a supporter of harry potter’s cause? does she sympathize with the headmaster of hogwarts, or perhaps—merlin forbid—has she aligned herself with darker forces?

“i have great respect for harry potter,” daenys says, with a glint in her eyes that betrays her diplomatic nature. “he’s extraordinarily brave, and what he’s doing takes incredible courage. especially, with his past. but i’ve always believed that you can’t rush to take sides without fully understanding the bigger picture. my position, as both a student and a future ruler, requires me to see beyond immediate conflicts and think about the long-term effects.”

a masterful response, wouldn’t you agree? it seems the princess is not one to let herself be drawn into the chaos of teenage rivalries, no matter how heated the rivalry between harry potter and her house members may become. that said, i couldn’t resist asking about her relationship with the more infamous members of slytherin, particularly the malfoys.

“draco and i get along well enough,” she says. “but my circle at hogwarts extends beyond just slytherins. i believe in getting to know everyone for who they are, regardless of which house they’re in.”

and this is where the true brilliance of princess daenys shines through. unlike so many others, she refuses to be confined by the traditional house rivalries. she has been seen speaking with students from all four houses—yes, even gryffindors! but don’t let her friendliness fool you; the princess is nobody’s pawn. as a future queen, daenys has learned the art of diplomacy and strategy. her actions speak of careful calculation, not unlike the cunning slytherin traits she embodies.

“it’s important to stay grounded in who you are,” daenys continues when i ask her how she deals with the rising tension in the slytherin house. “i know what i stand for. i understand my values. that’s what guides me, not peer pressure or the politics of the moment.”

of course, it’s not all serious politics and diplomacy at hogwarts. even a princess needs time to relax. so how does the future ruler of an entire kingdom spend her free time?

“the classic answer should be spending time with my friends, but when they have their things to do, i enjoy reading by the black lake,” daenys reveals, her eyes brightening with the admission. “there’s something incredibly cozy about it. books and poems are, of course, integral part of me; but staying in nature and hearing other students practicing for quidditch, it’s something that relaxes me”

ah! yes, the princess herself is an avid supporter of slytherin’s quidditch team, though she seems to prefer keeping a low profile in the stands rather than soaring through the air with a quaffle in hand. she’s also, of course, a frequent visitor to the library, often spotted reading advanced tomes on magical history.

“hogwarts has given me the opportunity to learn in ways i could never have imagined,” she says, her voice softening as she reflects. “it’s not just about magic—it’s about understanding people, cultures, and how the world works”

when i inquire about her favorite subjects, her answer comes without hesitation. “history of magic and ancient runes,” she says with a grin. “i love history and reading about people who once stepped in the same places where i am today, and i love ancient runes because of the concept of each rune, and their significance. understanding ancient magic helps me understand the foundations of our world”

it’s hard not to be captivated by the sheer depth of wisdom that flows from this young royal. while many students at hogwarts are concerned with passing exams or navigating social hierarchies, princess daenys is preparing for a future that goes far beyond the walls of the castle. she remains grounded in the present, balancing her time between her duties and her academic life.

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rainfallwrites · 15 days ago

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Binary Star Orbit

Knowledge is all around us. Most people are arrogant enough to dismiss it but what is more disgraceful is their anger towards the curious; the ones willing to devote themselves to the truth.

Rafal and you knew this. The two of you had met under certain circumstances that proved each other's stance firsthand. Before that, the two of you would steal glances at one another at the conference room. Intrigued and fully aware of one another's actions, you amused yourselves with this mysterious back and forth. Things would only get more interesting from here.

Now, both of you had the same plan of luring a target, an ignorant one at that - to the abandoned barn, at walking distance from the building in which the meetings took place. Coincidentally, both of you happened to get a peasant witness you killing someone, an undeniable mistake indeed, but it's alright, we learn a lot from those.

"What a pain this has been. You're done for. Could you please hurry up and die already?" You had reached the barn, already having stabbed the man and awaiting his fated death. You held back from stabbing him further to reduce the evidence you would have to clean up after this was said and done.

"You're crazy!!! Crazy I say!! How can a young and smart man like you turn out to be this- this evil? You have killed three people now, do you not feel the guilt?" The man stuttered, barely standing.

"Commoners often view intelligent views as mad so I'll take that as a compliment. But you know.. You shouldn't make assumptions about people you don't know that well."

"Huh?" The man's struggle continued.

"Like I said. You should not assume. I killed three people? Who said it was merely three? You also mentioned guilt. Guilt is for the irrational. The ones that do not think nor attempt to understand the world right before their very eyes. I, on the other hand, welcome the world. What a miracle it is to be alive with such vast knowledge both known and unknown." You paused for a minute, your slight smile relaxing.

"I would do anything to know this world. Even if it means having to deal with commoners like you.. No, no.. I should not speak like this in your last moments, forgive me."

"Merely..?" The older man went silent. In a moment he was sprinting forward, looking to attack the young man.

"You killed Bogdan, the only priest of our village!! And you dare.. You dare speak of him as a mere number..?"

The older man held the younger ones' wrists, the older struggling but managing to stand. At that moment a blond man looked down from the second floor. Perhaps you were not the one to arrive here first. You glanced at the blond and smiled, only to look back at the nuisance in front of you that was struggling in futile effort. This had become quite annoying.

"I am of a bigger build and you still wish to put up a fight? How commendable." You stabbed the man in the brain, instant death. He now lay in the ground, lifeless.

"Ah, really.. This turned into such an ordeal. I would have made poison if I had the time. Now, to finish things up..." You sighed as you began to examine the scene.

"Now. Now. Aren't you forgetting something? Or perhaps.. someone?" The blond was standing, arms on the rail, resting his face that was half visible. He was one to act in a feminine manner at times.

"Of course not. Rafal, the "ex-heretic" that once doubted the heavens above." The blond's smile widened when he heard that.

"I would love to talk with one of like mind after the amount of idiocy I heard, but as you saw for yourself, I have to deal with this." You said looking up at the man and then disgustingly pointing at the lifeless body.

The blond chuckled. "You are quite right."

"Though I have to say." The blond continued.

"It is quite the coincidence, today's events that is. I happen to have a similar 'ordeal' up here." The blond said, using the same word the taller man uttered earlier.

"Oh, is that so? This has become quite the joke."

"Yes, indeed! I am sure none will come by here at this time so why won't you come up and see for yourself?" As you walked up the stairs, the blond continued after sighing.

"I'm envious. Like you said, you are physically more fit to deal with these situations. I, on the other hand may be leaner with a slightly bigger build than some but I possess no strength such as yours. I have seen you, you know, lifting all those boxes full of books. Quite impressive I'd say." As the man said that you found him suddenly close to you, his face having a certainly intriguing expression you wished to study.

After smiling at the man, you patted his head and turned to look at the dead man, not noticing the slight blush on the blond's face, stretching from one ear to another.

Examining the scene before you, you noticed that there was not any blood.

"Poison?" You questioned.

"Yes, but not quite." The blond replied with an expectant smile.

"Oh?" This man kept surprising you.

"At least not one in the books. These seeds made into powder and mixed with alcohol." The blond handed you a sample and began to explain as you examined the seeds.

"Once ingested, the body's organs begin to fail after an hour. First, the stomach. One gets the sudden urge to go to the bathroom, followed by an intense daze. Subsequently, the lungs offer some trouble in breathing. In a moment's notice one drops lifeless. Quite the substance, don't you think?" The man said smiling with his two hands behind his back like usual.

"Ah, this is quite interesting. Medicine hasn't been my strongest suit, I should work on that.. On the other hand, you seem to know the proceedings in great detail for someone who has clearly not ingested it himself. You ran quite the experiments with this, didn't you?"

"As expected of you. Yes, truly. Apparently rats are allergic to the seeds so I had to use another subject for precise results. The only candidate left was pigeons. You can imagine the chaos this induced.." Rafal sighed, followed by a pout.

"Then again." The blond continued. "You seemed truly annoyed dealing with 'that'. I've observed you, as you have observed me. You are a calm person. What made you angry back there?"

You sighed. A sudden look on your face sent shivers down the blond's spine. He had to admit to himself; the bigger man in front of him excited him like no other.

"That commoner persuaded a good friend of mine, a scholar. One I regarded as one of the brightest men I know." The blond's eyes twitched at the compliment.

"He told him to distance himself from the 'mad scholar' since, to him, I seemed to be obsessive towards knowledge. Studying in a manner such as mine is deemed to be too excessive in the village I used to live in. Inquisitors would frequently visit. I guess they were afraid of faulty accusations since I was living in a dorm with the two. The man I once knew was no longer. He would make excuses every time I would bring up topics that interest him, it was clear to me that he had taken the advice to heart. They both told the priest about me in fear of their lives being cut short. The village was mostly inhabited by the elderly and young children so it was relatively easy to handle the situation. I assume you can imagine what had happened next."

"Yes. Yes, of course. Oh my, must have been such an unpleasant experience for you. Say, how about we make a deal?" The blond slightly bowed and looked up at the taller man, smiling.

"I'm all ears."

"I have a wooden box outside in which I was planning to put the corpse in and then throw at the sea. The box can handle one more body. Since you are evidently more capable than I am, you shall be able to carry these bodies, without making a mess of your clothes, to the box and then to the sea. I shall clean up here, catch up to you and offer you the recipe for the poison I used. How does this-"

Before the blond could finish, the taller man took off his shirt and handed it over to the shorter man.

"I may be able to carry them efficiently yes, but it is wise to be cautious so please do hold on to my shirt." Rafal looked up at the man.

"Once again, as expected of you." You noticed the blond giving you a suggestive look, the man surely never shied away. Did he mean to compliment how cautious the man was being or was it something entirely differently?

The curiosity was suffocating. You truly meant it. You wished to study his expressions. Approaching the blond man, he was slightly taken aback by the sudden movement. Only when you were inches apart could the blond tell how much bigger the man in front of him was.

'Hubert could not even begin to compare.' Rafal thought.

"You are quite the interesting man, aren't you?" The taller man cornered the other. With one hand he held the blond's two wrists above his head and with the other he held the man's chin and so, began his observations.

"Wh- Hey! Aren't you getting a bit ahead of yourself?" The blond protested.

The taller man frowned.

"Playing hard to get? I thought you were smarter than this." In a barn, with two dead bodies, the two men had more pressing matters at the moment.

The disappointing look made the blond man evidently sad, his face turning red, inner eyebrows turning upwards. He turned his face to the side from the amount of embarrassment he was experiencing.

"Forgive me. Perhaps it was the shock talking..."

"Is that so?"

The blond slightly looked at the taller man, with eyes that were clearly pleading. The taller man did not say anything, he proceeded to examine the blond's change in expressions.

"Sir." The blond faced the man in front of him. Taken aback by the boy's sudden change in tone, the blond solely received a nod.

"Sir. That scholar you mentioned. Is... Is he..." Rafal began to grow hot from the situation, talking was getting harder.

"Speak up. And clearly." The blond shivered at the order. The taller man thought he may be fooling around again.

"Am I more capable than the scholar you mentioned?" The blond's expression was quite a sight to behold.

"Now. Who knows? I am not sure." The taller man dismissed the question altogether, he did not deem it as important.

Rafal was furious and at the same time, on the verge of tears. He can not believe that the answer was not clearly him since that thing had betrayed the other man. He must have been important to the taller man in front of him. Said man began to look at the blond's eyes.

"Are you crying?"

"No! No, sir.. I am not crying.. It is just..."

"Rafal. You are an honest man. Better keep that up."

"Yes, yes sir." The taller man did not understand the blond. The shorter man was perceived as a genius. Why would he need the other's opinion on him?

"Rafal."

"Yes. sir." The blond's ears, nose and cheeks were red and they both knew that.

"No need for the formalities..." The taller man commented. He felt a certain haze that blocked his train of thought whenever he heard the blond speak in this manner.

"B-But..." Rafal gazed into the man's eyes and quickly turned away.

"Understood..."

The taller man's curiosity was almost fed. He noticed the blond becoming increasingly upset at every word he had said to him. So he decided to experiment.

"Well, you can call me whatever you see fit if it is of significance to you."

Rafal raised his head slightly and began to squirm. The bigger man in front of him was making him show a side of him that he did not think he would have ever shown to anyone.

The taller man suddenly backed away from the blond, letting go of him.

"Alright, that is more than enough. Let us get moving."

Rafal paused for a second.

'Huh? Huhh??' He had realized what the taller man's intentions were and shivered. He was a mere play thing for the other man. And the blond had acted in such an embarrassing manner as well. The taller man did not know that the blond truly looked up to him. It was the reason why he obeyed his every word. But right now... right now, more than ever he felt such sorrow. Was he really interesting for a few mere minutes? Was he not worth more of the taller man's time?

Rafal was needy. He has always been lonely to begin with. On top of that, he wished for someone to ground him. Someone he could also talk to in the most honest manner possible. The taller man was someone he respected and admired.

The taller man turned back to look at the blond. Rafal froze, further realizing that all of this had taken place when the man in front of him was half naked. This surely looked bad for him. Though, right now, he did not care. He wanted the bigger man in front of him to look at him once again. To observe him more. To experiment more with his expressions and perhaps even his body. He wanted to know what the taller man thought of him.

Rafal went up to the man and on his tip toes, took the other man's hands and put one of them on his waist and the other on his cheek, caressing himself on it.

"Sir... I am being honest right now." The bigger man only stared at the blond. The smaller man's voice began to lower itself.

"Could you please look into me further? Examine me more, look at me and think about me more? I.. I have always respected you and.." Rafal's mind and heart were racing but he had to make his stance clear.

"And we have both read each other's works. We know what we want from this world. The truth. So, perhaps this task... This task done by the both of us could produce even more fruitful results." Rafal was barely making sense but it is alright. Since both of them understood one another.

"Rafal." The taller man's expression did not change.

"Do you understand what you are suggesting to me at this very moment?"

"Yes, sir. On the contrary, I do not... I do not know why you are questioning my stance to this extent." Rafal was getting impatient, he needed an answer.

"We may understand one another but we do not know everything. How could you be sure that the life you wish to live with me could prove satisfactory to you? In addition, I do not think I am a man of many words enough to please your interest in dialogue."

"That is..! That is more than alright with me.." The blond realized how much he had raised his voice suddenly when the other man's eyes squinted at the change.

Annoyed by this behavior, the taller man saw no point in further discussion regarding this matter. He bowed down to the other's height and patted his head.

"We have work to do. Let us go."

Rafal did not say a thing. He couldn't. He would look even worse than he already did. He respected the man in front of him so he quietly went back to work. He watched as the man carried the two bodies with ease outside of the barn, into the box.

'I got rejected. I, with all my intellect and understanding... got rejected.' The blond was frustrated, he would have to do something. How did this relationship of simply glancing at one another end up in this way? Then again, for the blond, all people he had met looked up to him so the thought of being looked down on excited him. It was new to him.

'Ah, truly... What is it with me and this excitement? I even went ahead and made myself inferior.. Calling him names.. All scholars aiming for the truth are equal. Ah! I should not have done that!!' As the blond let out his frustrations, he saw the man already carrying the box to the sea.

'This fast? Though I am the one slacking off right now...' The blond's train of thought brought to mind other stamina-consuming activities.

'Ah! What am I even thinking? Perhaps I have exhausted myself way beyond my limit.. I must get to work to get some rest tonight. I still have to visit the library tomorrow.'

The blond looked down at his clothes when another realization hit him, turning his face red. '...I should probably wash my clothes as well before bed.'

The two men got to work. Since the only thing Rafal had to clean up was the blood downstairs he would be done soon enough. His mind was still a mess but he managed to do his job well. The taller man had already come back.

"Eh? Did you already..?" The blond's eyes widened, the man in front of him was clean and no box was in his hands. The job was done.

"Are you also done on your end? Very well. I was right to leave the matter in your hands."

After everything that had happened today, the blond was taken aback by the compliment. The praise the man offered him was like no other. But he quickly realized that this may not be the case for the taller man. Had he always praised others in this manner?

"Now. Thank you for your cooperation. It was a pleasure meeting you. I hope to speak with you again under more.. appropriate circumstances. Until then."

The man took his shirt from the blond's hand and began to walk away.

The blond wanted to panic. Would he really have to go on for days without seeing the man? He quickly glanced at the man in the distance. He noticed that he was leaving footprints behind since his shoes got wet from his trip to the sea.

Rafal began to think.

'Do I.. Do I really follow him? If I were to be found out he would surely dislike me. No, no. He would understand my curiosity... What am I saying? Of course he wouldn't. Being patient proves one's wisdom too. I will be seen as childish and needy... Perhaps even more than I already am.'

The night was still young, some time had passed and the blond was now slowly following the taller man's footsteps. He would have arrived home by now so the blond could perhaps take a look at him in his domestic form. Something that not many would have seen. These two thoughts excited him.

Some more time had passed and the blond found a single house with 2, no, 3 windows? He was not sure, the road was a bit dark. The light was on in one of the rooms and so, Rafal, curiosity blinding his judgement, decided to take a look.

The blond almost let out a sound that would surely send him to hell. The man had just gotten in his room, no shirt, a cup of a hot beverage in his hand, taking a look at the papers on his desk. The man outside, was clearly embarrassed by his actions, having seen way too much detail of the other man, continued to examine the scene. There was no turning back.

He noticed that the man was not wearing undergarments, his pants being the only artifact of clothing caressing his skin. He could make out the man's silhouette all the way up to-

'Ah!' Rafal lightly slapped himself.

'This is indecent! Such disrespectful behavior!'

'Perhaps he was right.. I may be of very little value for him. We may not be that compatible...'

The light's shadow changed shape. The blond looked back at the room. The taller man was now sitting in his chair, manspreading, clearly exhausted, and had put his head back. One hand resting on his thigh and the other on his head, letting out a sigh.

The blond took mental note of what he was seeing. In front of him, the man's skin appeared clearly with the light of a few candles in the room. Rafal observed the adam's apple on the man's throat. Then his shoulders that seemed to be exceptionally toned. Next he realized that the man did not only excel in height but also in width. His chair is sure to give out at some point.

'How could one be of such intellect and possess such an impressive body? I wish to know his limits. How capable is he truly?...' The man kept getting embarrassed by his choice of words.

'Ah! Not in that matter, of course not, no...' The blond reassured himself.

While he was lost in his train of thought, the light from the room completely disappeared. When the man turned around he was met with the shadow of the man he was seemingly stalking.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"Forgive me.. Curiosity got the best of me."

"You already know that this is not a valid excuse."

The man closed the window. Rafal got confused by that but he could not blame the man. He truly seemed like a child right now. In a moment, a door behind the blond opened.

"Come in."

Rafal was taken aback. He had better not say anything now. No. He should thank him. Perhaps he should just be careful with his words.

"Thank you..."

The blond was shown into the man's room, the same one he was observing before. He did not know where he was supposed to sit. As the taller man turned his chair to face his bed, he observed the other in confusion.

"Go ahead."

"Ah yes! Thank you.." Only when the man had already sat down on his chair did the blond decide to take the bed.

The owner of the house turned to his desk, took the pot and poured his guest a cup and handed it over to him.

'Oh, the beverage was tea. Makes sense.' The blond was happy to have learned a thing about the man in front of him.

As he took a sip he quickly chocked since the beverage was still hot. The other man hurried over to the blond's side. As he brought him closer to him, he took the teacup and offered him a glass of water.

This clumsy behavior was unlike the blond man and they both knew it. It took Rafal a minute to calm down. After that, he noticed how warm he was and further came to realize how close the man was to him.

Rafal was having many realizations today. Now, he was sitting on the man's bed, with the man himself. He could be the first one to sit with him, on his bed, in this house. The blond's stomach twisted at the thought. This made him realize how much he wished for the other man to consume him and at the same time have eyes solely for him.

The blond turned to look at the man pleadingly and gave him the cup.

"Thank you.. Sir."

'There it is once again.' The man thought. What could the blond possibly see in him that he couldn't find anywhere else? The man only sighed, got up and placed the cup on the desk. The blond was following his every move expectantly, with the same expression he had when the other man examined him back at the barn.

"Once again, Rafal..." The blond blushed when the man said his name. His voice was deep and felt warm to him.

"You do not fully understand me. You do not know what you are wishing for. I can not give you what you want, I just wished to know you as a scholar. Forgive me if I gave you the wrong idea."

The man was lying. He knew it himself that he was lying. No man would steal glances at another the way he did to make friends. He was just afraid. Afraid that his thirst for answers, that do not solely involve knowledge of the world, would scare the man away from him. Hell, the only friend he had before did not know of this side of his and still left him, creeped out by his behavior. He could not afford to lose someone once again, especially not someone as exceptional as the man before him.

The blond, on the other hand, suddenly grew angry. The taller man had witnessed him killing someone and he thought the blond would not know what he was getting himself into? Unacceptable. Then again, he could slightly sense the fear in the man's words, though not fully so he could not be sure. He decided that misbehaving may be the correct thing to do right now, despite him not wishing to do that in front of the other man. But there was no other way. Unless...

'Unless I bring it out of him. I do not need to be rude, that would make me seem unreasonable and he would get angry... Yes, I do not want that. I shall do what I've always done best.' The blond thought.

The taller man just looked at him, waiting for an answer, hoping the blond would understand and hurry back home. It was getting hard for the man to control himself.

"You are quite the impressive man, you know.." Rafal said while smiling and looking down.

The man wanted to stop what was happening because he knew where it was going. He could not bring himself to do so.

"Such strength and yet, such intellect.. Dare I say, that it is almost a sin to also have a handsome face." The blond chuckled. The other man said nothing.

"Sir..." The blond's tone changed to one that would be deemed inappropriate by anyone who may hear him. He got up and began to walk towards the taller man before him.

"Good sir. I can always depend on you when I am in need, is that right?" The blond was now dangerously close to the other man.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't..." The taller man said looking down.

"Why are you being so harsh, sir? Am I not good enough for you..?"

"You already know that this is not true."

"Perhaps you are right but hearing it from you makes me feel better..."

"Rafal.. Do not make this any harder."

The blond, on his tip toes, proceeded to rest his arms on the man's shoulders.

"Please." If there was a moment for the taller man to lose it, it would be right now.

The blond wore an extreme expression with such ease. The slight tears on the corners of his eyes were enough to make anyone crazy. He proceeded to bring his body closer to the taller man who managed to not react, continuing to observe the blond.

"Rafal. I advice you to leave."

The blond brought his two hands down to the taller man's chest.

"Please. I'll do anything... Master."

The taller man was now, if he wasn't before, nearing his limit. Here and there, he wished to take the blond for the night and make him never think about tempting him ever again.

No. He couldn't. The blond would get hurt. It's alright if he got hurt, he could handle it. The man before him was too beautiful, too exceptional. He did not want to break him.

'Ah this man is more tough than I thought. Even though it was my plan I feel like I am the only one acting in an indecent manner right now.. Which also excites me.. What should I do...? I truly want him, it is not a lie.'

Increasingly inappropriate ideas made their way into the blond's mind. At this point he had nothing to lose so he went all in...

He began to push himself against the man which made the taller one take a few steps back until he was met with the wall. Then, the blond began to satisfy himself by grinding on the man.

"Rafal, what are you-" The taller man could not finish his question for the blond started to let out lewd noises. This time he was loud and did not hold back. At this point, it was not solely an act, he was truly letting himself feel good.

"Mhm, yes! Sir, this feels really... mhm yes, really good.." The taller man did not wish to admit to himself how much he was enjoying the show. The man before him looked beautiful as he lost himself in a haze.

'Truly beautiful. Extravagant even.' The taller man observed the blond's erotic expressions and body movements carefully.

"Am I..- Am I doing this right, sir? Mhm.. Please tell me. Am I any good? Please...Ah!!"

The taller man's expression did not change but he was not rejecting the blond either. The plan had worked.

"Yes. Yes, you are."

Having heard the man's praise after being silent for so long, the noises Rafal was making were becoming more vulgar. The other man did not mind. On the contrary, he, himself, deemed this to be the bare minimum when it came to his tastes.

"Mhm, yes! Thank you.. Finally..! I told you.. Ahh.. I'd do anything for you daddy."

Ah. The taller man was going to lose it as well. He has been trying to hold himself back but he also longs to take care of the blond whether carefully or by force. Right now, he was considering the latter.

The taller man did not notice but his expression grew more scary than usual that it frightened the man for a second.

"Mhm.. Sir? Did I do anything wrong? Please...Ah..ah.. please don't be mad at me."

"Rafal.. Shouldn't you be more careful with the names you're using?"

"Wh- Mhm.. What do you mean..?" The man kept growing hot with each second.

"Daddy, was it? Ah! I- I really do view you in this way, sir."

"I- I could stop, if it bothers you.. Mhm.. Ah! It hurts.."

The taller man realized the blond was nearing his climax so he thought he would help him finish up well.

"I thought you would be better than that for me."

This was certainly not in Rafal's plan. The man had said that to his ear in such a deep tone that made the blond gasp for air.

"I will! Ah.. Ah..! I'm going to learn.. from you master. Mhm.. I think I am.. Ah.. Sir, it hurts.."

"Keep going."

The blond did as he was told. He was reaching his climax, a moment in which his vulnerability was most evident.

"Oh, sir!!... How I wish.. to be your slave... I wish to serve you.. Ah!!.. Only you..."

As the blond was coming down from his high, not realizing what he had just said, his legs gave out to which the bigger man reacted fast enough and balanced the blond on him with a hand on the tired man's waist.

The taller man slightly laughed. "You should watch your words when you are in ecstasy, someone might believe you."

'S-sir..."

"Yes?"

"I mean it."

The taller man froze and tried to make sense of what was happening.

'He experienced intense emotions, he may be sensitive enough for them to hold on a little longer..' The man attempted to rationalize. But he knew he was wrong. Rafal knew what he had said and he meant it wholeheartedly.

"Sir, please... We are born free in this world but now.. But now I wish to be protected by you and serve you as long as I am alive and able to learn.. I mean it."

At this point you could see hearts in his eyes.

"Rafal.."

The blond wished for the decisive man to return to his senses. He was clumsily moving but was able to take out handcuffs and keys out of his pockets.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping you understand.. That I wish for you to control me..." The man was still in a haze, unable to move normally but he managed to throw the keys outside the window and then proceeded to lock one of his hands to the bed frame.

"Can't you see? Now I can not run away. Even if I am scared."

The taller man hesitated as he looked at the blond. They were on the same page, at long last. The man knew that Rafal truly understands him.

"Sir.. You wish to have someone you truly love. Have them do as you say.. And I wish to fulfill your needs... Once again, sir... Am I not good enough for you? If I do not meet your standards then I am willing to learn! Do order me around as you wish."

There was silence. Silence longer than usual. The blond's position made the man look even bigger. His inability to move made the blond excited. The taller man went ahead and unlocked the handcuffs with a pin.

"What will I do with you...?" The man held the blond's chin and looked at him with love in his eyes. He held him close and examined his face.

"Sir... Do you not want-"

The blond was cut off by the taller man taking a hold of his throat, the other hand on the blond's back, leaving kisses all over his face. Shivers went down his spine.

This was really happening. The man he has been longing for for so long, at long last was his. Or was he...?

The taller man took a step back and observed the other as he embraced him tightly. No space was left between them, only perhaps the one in which the stars reside.

What if the man was once again experimenting with him?

Rafal did not mind at all. If the man judged him to be worthy of his time then the blond would be more than happy. He did not want anything in return. He could never dare to.

The only thought that upset him was the possibility that he was not enough for the taller man. Becoming one of the many people that satisfy the other man's curiosity. The urge to kill these people would arise but he would not wish to upset the taller man.

The blond looked up.

It was Rafal's turn to be taken aback by the other man's expression. He had never witnessed such longing, lust and warmth in anyone's eyes before. At the same time he saw worry, hesitation. The taller man was holding him tight and yet his gaze began to avert from the blond.

Upset, the blond held the taller man's face in his two hands and forced him to face him.

"Why do you look away..?" The blond was trying to talk clearly but his tears began to show up, voice breaking between his uneven breathing.

"Sir... Wh- Why do you stop? Whenever you bring your attention to me I'm the happiest one alive but then, just as fast, you- you look away..." The blond was balancing himself on the other man's arms, barely any strength left.

"Am I not enough, sir? What is it that I must do? Tell me and I will do it. I will not disappoint you. Just, please... Please look at me and me only..." The blond's words barely made it out. He had now fainted on the man's chest, barely awake.

"Rafal.."

It wasn't just the blond. The taller man was full of sorrow. He wished to have the man that now lay on him, hopeless, in all his vulnerability. He wished to know everything about the blond. His madness, his way of thinking, his sleeping face, his morning face, his face if he were to do the countless things he wished to do to him. He, more than that, longed to know the details that no one else could possibly know about the blond. His little habits, the whereabouts of the moles on his body if he had any, his measurements.. There was so much to know.

You can never really learn everything about someone and the blond was an interesting man to begin with. There would be so much to learn about.

"Sir.. Please..." The blond barely kept his eyes open.

"Rafal, even if I may break you apart.. Are you still willing to spend your life with a man like me?"

Rafal's eyes widened. He tried to look up to the taller man, mustering all the strength he had left, if there was any anyway.

"Yes, sir.. Please. Allow me a chance.."

"Are you truly willing to be with me..? I may do things to you that you would not like.."

"Yes, sir... You can do.. whatever you wish to do with me.. and my body. Even... Even if I happen to refuse sir... I hope you force yourself on me.. Have your way with me.. I will learn to listen.."

"I just hope.. I hope that I am enough for you.. That you won't get tired of me..."

The taller man could not fathom how lucky he was. This luck was the only thing holding him back from taking the last step.

"Are you sure about what you are saying, Rafal..? Even if..." The taller man took a deep breath.

"Even if I wished to only have you. Would you be okay with that? If it is only a good time that you are looking for then I understand."

The taller man's words managed to fully wake up the blond. Quite evidently, he was able to look at the other man with needful eyes.

"Sir... At long last, let us make a vow to one another. We do not need to be like the commoners. We do not need to prohibit ourselves from anything we wish for... Please have me whole.."

The taller man did not say a word. He approached the blond's face and kissed his lips. Yes, a kiss. At long last.

The taller man laid the blond on his bed.

"Sir..." The blond's face was beautiful under the moonlight, revealing his blush to the other man.

He looked at the blond in amazement. Rafal noticed this and embarrassed, he looked away, once again revealing the blush on his ears.

The taller man forced the blond to look at him.

"Do not look away, Rafal.. Show me everything that you know."

"Sir..." Rafal put his two hands on the back of the man's neck who was now on top of him.

"You too, sir.. Please teach me well.. I promise I learn quickly..."

This night would become one of the most insightful ones for Rafal. He will have to pay his undivided attention, making sure he listens and obeys. Yet again, the man on top of him would not fall back either. He would have to focus on the man under him, observe his every move, to be able to teach him well and show him a new world that he would surely wish to see.

The two geniuses that manage to fulfill each other's needs, finally intertwine. The longing lasted long enough and nothing could possibly separate them now. Similarly to the binary stars in the universe, always bound to one another.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm sure this is obvious enough but just to be clear; this is about teacher Rafal. Also, I was debating on whether this should be a Hubert / Rafal teacher fic or a x male reader. It ended up being the latter. I could not bring myself to think of the two in that manner. In any case, that's all.

#a boring writer #orb #orb: on the movements of the earth #rafal #orb rafal #teacher rafal #x male reader #rafal x male reader #read the authors note at the end #I am proud of this one

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