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Touch: Part 5
Rating: explicit (smut, language)
Summary: So... it's after you and Din talk...
tags: Angst, slight dub-con (I never know bc I would always fuck Din?), being mad as fuck at Din, how could he?, Din/Mando being a dumb stupid idiot, reader also being a dumb stupid idiot. Idiots in LOVE, mutual pining, then normal smut things (without spoilers to the chapter, sorry) SPOILERS TO The Book of Boba Fett and The Mandalorian.
a/n: I've said it before and I'll say it again. If you read this on ao3, no you fucking didn't. It's still unbeta'd, but proofread!! I did that this time!! I also am re-working the story slightly because I CAN.
a/n pt2: I don't know shit about Star Wars/ The Mandalorian. I did however spend an un-Makerly amount of time learning for all of us. If you're not well versed in the lore or the history of Star Wars/ The Mandalorian-- that's okay! This is Star Wars/ Mando for Beginners. (Also stating this as a warning for anyone well versed in the universe and the lore-- shhhhhhhhhhhhhh. DON'T COME FOR ME)
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The Jedi Code was taught to you. Engraved in your mind.
Harmony, serenity, peace and knowledge. The force. The lightside.
All the bad things; chaos, emotion, passion, ignorance, death.
The darkside. You learned to not fear the darkside, but instead to embrace the force.
Even though you didnât have the maker forsaken force inside of you! Not even a litte bit! None of 'the force' had found its way into you!
Luke Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano trained you as if you did!
Why!?
They spent so much time building you from the ground up! They made sure you had muscles and could run for long distances. The pair trained you how to fight with your hands!
Your hands know how to use a lightsaber! That's not an easy feat, and it takes a long time to learn that skill.
Oh, how long? A really long time!
Two years!
Two long years without any sign of that man in the tin can outfit! He's never called, he's never come to visit!
Two. Fucking. Years.
Sometimes you hated Din for leaving you here but you very quickly remember that you asked for this.Â
Wanted this more than anything.
Foolish!
You wanted so badly to make sure the child was cared for; the child was older than you are!
Much, much older! Not even a baby at all, but a toddler where he comes from. A very special toddler. A force sensitive toddler.
Coming here was a mistake! The only thing you do here is clean up the messes Grogu- that's the child's Maker forsaken name. He has a name!
Grogu makes messes, so you clean them, and get hit with sticks as some sick and twisted form of 'training'! It feels like a joke when they told you to 'block your face and important organs' and then started to pummel you with the hardest, most fast moving sticks you've ever seen!
Not having any amount of the force inside of you really makes training with Jedi's incredibly difficult! Grogu seemed to be having a blast training with Skywalker.
They trained differently, so unfortunately the two of you didn't see each other much, and when you did, your time with him was cut short.
The two of you grew up here a little, together while separated.
Luke and Ahsoka claimed that you babied him and it would impeed his training, so they kept you apart as much as they seemed humane. You became so very depressed without the child and Din.
All alone even though you were surrounded by so many people.
The nights that you got to spend with Grogu were usually spent laying under the stars outside the Jedi temple, speaking fondly of Din.
Mostly for the child's sake, because you only wonder if he had completely forgotten about you.
The answer to that question came when Luke came to Grogu with a gift.Â
âA gift?â You say with a curled lip.
Have you not just spent all of your time here; learning the way of the Jedi? That was an attachment and youâ in your two years becoming a mock Jediâ were weary. The darkside. The emotion. The attachments.
This was scary.
Luke held the gift in his hands while he spoke. You're subtlety looking for your gift but... you don't see one. Only one parcel.
Oh.
âThis gift would be the end of both of your Jedi training, should he keep it. Attachments may not be had, by anyone.â Luke looks between the both of you as you stand before him.
Why is he looking at you!? You might stay at this temple and learn all the ways of the Jedi and become the most powerful non-force sensitive Jedi the galaxy has ever seen!
âYou both have come so far, you have so much potential. Both of you.â Lukeâs eyes fall on you. âIâve been surprised before, but this was a pleasant one. Watching you both learn so much. I hope he both makes the choice thatâs best for you.â Luke looks to Grogu and hands him the package wrapped in brown paper.
âWhy couldnât I stay if he wanted to leave?â You ask Luke.Â
âYou come with the child. You leave with the child.â Luke explains simply.Â
Maker-- alright. You canât argue with that. You don't have much to offer besides cleaning up the kid's messes. They're probably tired of watching you perfect the lightsaber.
You're actually pretty good.
Grogu glances up at you just as you look down at him. You kneel on one knee so you can be closer to him, and watch as his six little clawed fingers struggle with the twine wrapped around it, but he uses the Force.
âCheater.â You whisper to him.
The gift is beskar. A piece of... Mandlaorian armor for Grogu.Â
â Mando said he canât put it on until he sees youââÂ
âM-Mandoâs here?â You interrupt accidentally. Your heart begins to pound in your chest at the thought that you might actually be able to see him right now.
Luke gives you a knowing look, as if you should know better, and shakes his head from side to side.
âAhsoka sent him away. It would interfere with your training. If you wish to stay here and train, continue to learn the Jedi way. You both have come far, but itâs nowhere near close to done. Accepting this would end that training.â
Itâs a warning.
The energy in the room is so intense. You can feel electricity in the air almost. Grogu is still standing beside you, looking down at his own piece of beskar.
Whatâs he going to do?
Luke reaches into his robe.
Everyone here has all these hidden pockets for things in their clothes. You have a couple hidden pockets now too . For things you may need to hide and pull out in moments just like this one day. You hope. Itâs so cool when they do that.
Luke hands Grogu a lightsaber. Groguâs own lightsaber.Â
âYou have a choice, young padawan.â His gravelly voice rakes across your brain.Â
It's so quiet for so long.Â
Grogu touches the lightsaber softly. Admiring it. He did the same thing with the armor.Â
So long you waited. Understandably, this was a hard choice.
Grogo picks the armor.
Grogu and yourself are on a ship to a hangar where Din is waiting for a response. Your knees are complete mudslides right now. They are not supporting you and they have two years of Jedi training behind them. Theyâre strong.Â
The nerves got to them, though--ate away all the tendons you ever had and dissolved the muscle down to nothing.
Din had been on your mind every single day for two years, and he didn't even ask if YOU wanted to come back. Only Grogu! You feel like a fool sitting next to the tiny green toddler.
Where are you supposed to go when Din tells you that he doesn't need your services anymore!?
The ramp of the ship drops down and there is a cloud of dust. And then there he is. Standing at the base of the ramp, like he had been waiting for you two. Or apparently just Grogu. Since heâs the one who got the gift.
Itâs fine. Youâre fine. No attachments. Perfect. Youâre basically a Jedi.Â
Grogu, who is so much faster, so, so much faster than you ever remember him being, flings himself at Din, and attaches himself around his neck.
You watch in amusement, wishing you could do the same thing but youâre partially a Jedi now, so you keep your composure and walk down the ramp slowly. Your mouth is so dry, you don't even attempt to swallow because you know it'll just end in you choking.
Din hugs the child tightly. Their embrace is so sweet. So kind. It makes you smile so hard your cheeks hurt.
It makes your heart pang as well.
They hug for a long time before Grogu looks back at you, pulling away from Dinâs neck. Grogu extends a curved hand to you. You suddenly feel a gentle pressure around your waist, and are being dragged forward, against your will, feet stumbling beneath you.Â
You point your finger at Grogu. âHey!â You shout. The pressure around your waist stops and youâre set back down on your feet carefully. âI told you to knock that off!"
This is Groguâs new, fun game. Picking you up and putting you where he wants you. He hasnât stopped doing it since he learned how.
Dropped you a couple times in the beginning.Â
Din chuckles from under the helmet. âI see your relationship has changed quite a bit.â His flat rasp is the same as you remember it. "He's the one carrying you around now,"
âItâs basically still the same. I have to yell at him for doing things he shouldnât.â You scowl at Grogu, who hides himself behind Din's helmet.
âItâs nice to see you," Din's modulated voice is even and quiet. As if he doesn't want to say it at all.
Thatâs it. No hug. Nothing. Not even a handshake.
You could hit him. For several seconds you think about doing it.
Now your fistâ with two years of Jedi trainingâ and it might actually hurt him. It might hurt him a lot, and youâd feel good about it. So good.
"It's nice to see you, too."
The anger is pumping in your veins as he leads you through the hanger behind him. You look at all the ships, and look for the Crest but you donât see it anywhere. Eventually Din stops in front of a ship much larger than the Crest. Bigger guns on it too.Â
Din just stands there and looks at you with his stupid helmet shining in the bright light of the hangar. You donât know what to do. He dropped you off on Ossus where the Jedi temple was, and didn't give you a hug. Not a pat on the shoulders. Literally nothing.
"Keep the kid out of trouble. You'll hear from me soon."
That's all Din had said before he and Grogu went to say their goodbyes!
"It's a new ship." Din points to the giant hunk of metal heâs standing in front of. His beskar looks exactly the same. Maybe a new scrape or two. A ding here or there but youâre not even looking. Not even paying attention to him. Trying not to.Â
âOkay...â You resort to using your favorite word.
Why, Maker? Why canât the man in the helmet speak? Is his helmet on mute? Always so fucking quiet. Until you donât want him to be, then he wonât shut up.
Din leads you inside. Shows you the sleeping quarters. There are two beds. One for each of you.
There is a separate room for the child.
The dining room is nice and everything else is so nice. So much nicer than the Razor Crest. Even the cockpit you have no idea how to use.Â
You look all around the hull like it's very interesting. This is so awkward. Not what you expected when you were on your way here. It's not like you expected a welcome back party. Maybe a hug. Something.Â
"What happened to the Crest?" You ask, trying to avoid looking at him.
"It was destroyed."
The sleeping quarters are different from the Razor Crest. The beds are close together, but separated and welded to the floor so there is no way to move them closer together.
The mats that are nestled into the metal frames are thicker and much more plush than the one you had slept on for so long before you were banished away to the Jedi temple.
Itâs fine. Youâre fine. No emotion. No attachments. Itâs all fine.Â
The small bag that holds your very few belongings stays packed in case he doesn't plan on you staying very long. He could very well be headed right back to Cantonica to drop you back off at the Canto Bight Casino!
The three of you eat dinner in silence.
Din says not one word to you and you don't try and strike up the conversations like you used to. Things feel so different now, like the two of you are complete strangers all over again.
Grogu has changed in ways that are hard to describe. He's still a baby in your eyes even though he's older than you and Din.
The two of you play together on the floor while Din or maybe you should call him Mando again, since you barely know this man after two whole years, does something in the cockpit.
Grogu warbles and you watch all the new, fun things he can do with the Force that arenât moving you unwillingly. It's the first real fun the two of you are able to have since being dropped off at the temple. You missed being able to play with him. You still snuggle him at the protests of Luke and Ahsoka-- how could you not when he climbs into your lap and cuddles into your arms.
Like he knew you couldnât resist.Â
Grogu can put himself to sleep now which is incredible, and that means you have time to do whatever you want.
So youâre in your bed with your nice new sheets. Theyâre soft. Like the ones on the Crest.
Itâs dark here, too.
Maker, what in the stars?
The sun shields in this ship are no joke! There's no light at all. If you have to go to the bathroom, itâs just blind wishing that you donât break you toes, or bump into a wall and potentially crack your skull.Â
It feels like you were completely forgotten about in those two years and now, in the dark silence of your shared sleeping quarters you just want to cry...
An emotion!? After two years of strict Jedi code training---
There is a ten thousand degree warmth on your upper arm in the void, and it scares you half out of the bed. Your tops of your feet and knees are on the cool metal of the ships floor, and you're leaning against the side of the bed-frame like you are praying to Maker.
âI was going to see if you were sleeping," Din's rasping sounds-- happy to talk to you?
You're unsure. Nothing else about the way he's spoken to you, or treated you at all makes you think he wants to talk to you.
"That's not how you find out if someone's asleep!" You bark at him angrily.
"You're awake though.â A flat, unimpressed response to your outburst.
Maker, if you had your own helmet with night vision, youâd use all your new fun Jedi fighting tricks on him. You sure would, because who is he!? Who does he think he is!?
After two years he can come back and just throttle you awake in the dark like before? Nope. Not this time.Â
âYouâre lucky I canât see you right now.â You say over the pounding heart in your chest. âSo lucky-- What do you care if I'm awake in the night?! Let me sleep!â Youâre so cold with him, mirroring him perfectly minus the emotion. âIâm tired.â You lie to him.Â
In the usual Din fashion, he remains quiet. He still had his hand on your arm, and it's not like you really made an attempt to pull it away because itâs hot like you remember.. Burning you, he's so warm.
Din is also so fucking quiet! Maker! Is he okay?
âTired?â Dinâs voice rasps in the dark. "Then why aren't you sleeping?"
You realize the metal man has no grip on you whatsoever. He was just touching you very, very gently, and you easily could have pulled away at any moment.
So you you tug your arm away and you climb back into bed and face the opposite direction from him. "I was trying to sleep when you come over here-- shaking me in the darkness!"
âYouâŠâ Din trails off in the dark. âStill don't know the meaning of shake?â He questions you like a dumb idiot.Â
"Get away from me!" You almost shout it. "Just leave me alone!" You humph, and pull the sheets over your shoulder.
"Are you... mad at me?"
âAre you kidding me!?â You whisper at him. âI donât know how you could leave me out there for two years, and I get nothing!?â You sit up in your bed now and talk blindly in the dark. âNothing. No visit. No calls. Nothing.â You cross your arms over your chest. "No gift!"
Din stays silent- which was predicted- so you carry on.
âBut you get Grogu a gift, which was very sweet. Very cute armor, he is going to look very cute it in.â You think of the child dressed in the armor and it's kind of amusing and slightly distracting.
âAre you done?â Dinâs stupid modulated voice rings out in the dark after a minute of you imagining an armored Grogu.
It's so dark and you still don't really know where he is, so with your accusing index finger pointing in the direction he could be in, you almost shout, âNo! Iâm not done!â
You are in fact, not done.
âThey treated me like I had the Force in me. Do you know how hard that is when you donât have the fucking force in you!?â You exclaim in exasperation, still pointing at him.
You start to speak again into the blinding darkness when a warm hand very gingerly moves your accusatory pointing finger eight inches to your right.Â
âI figured I should at least be getting pointed at, if youâre going scold me,â Din rasps.
You die inside and wonder how dumb you look in the dark. âWhy did you even bring me back? Hm? Why not just send me right back to the casino? Or is that where weâre going next? Gonna just drop me off? You even gonna land first or just let me duck and roll?â You huff, officially done with your rant.Â
âAre you don-â Din starts, but you cut him off.Â
âYes!" You snap at him, and then you huff one more time for good measure. You're so angry with him.
So much for all your Jedi no emotion training.Â
âI have a gift for you.â Din says flatly through the modulator.Â
Oh.
âWell itâs so dark in here, so how would I know that?â You snip at him, not sure youâre fully ready to forgive him. You roll your eyes now.Â
âWould you still like it? Or are you too upset with me?â Dinâs modulated rasp asks you, sounding annoyed.
Why does he have a right to be annoyed? He could have given you that gift the minute you step foot of that return ship that brought you back to him.
Why wait until the darkness!? Why!?
âYes, I would.â You hold your cupped hand out into the dark and feel something cold and hard fall into it. âIt would be nice if I could ââÂ
The brightest beam of light youâve ever encountered shines directly into your eyes. Itâs blinding.
You jump again, out of bed because what the fuck is that!?
Is this an attack!?
What even is that light? Where is it coming from?
Thankfully, you wrapped your hand around the thing Din dropped into your hand so you didn't fling it into the abyss to never be seen again before you ever even got to look at it!
âWhy are you on the floor?â Din asks, as you hold your free hand to your chest. You blink up at him, having to shield your eyes.Â
âAre you the light right now!?â You question him squinting your eyes in its brightness. "Are you the one blinding me!?"
âYes." Din dims the light tremendously somehow from within his helmet and now, itâs easier on the eyes. Like a candle flame. "Was it to bright?"
âIt was too bright! I donât think Iâll ever see again.â You snip softly, resting on the floor and putting your elbows on the bed.Â
You inspect the small pink crystal in your hand. It takes you a couple seconds to realize what it is.
âIs this a kyber crystal?â You look up at Din who is knelt down on the other side of your bed.
He nods in the now pale light that's much easier on the eyes. âI got it on my travels. I thought that if you knew how to use a lightsaber, Iâd get one for you. Put this crystal in it.âÂ
Maker. What is happening?Â
âYou thought of me?â You didnât mean to say it. Part of you is still mad.Â
âEveryday .â Dinâs awe and amazement voice is back. âDi- Did you not think about me?â Just as quickly as that sweet familiar tone had shown up, it's gone just as fast. Din can' believe that you didn't think of him during your time apart.
âI did.â You say quietly. âI thought you had forgotten me. Without the visits or calls or gift.â You do feel silly now because this really is a sweet gift.
The sweetest gift. More sweet than the notebook and the credits and anything else he's ever given you. The small pink crystal in your hand means so much to you. The fact that he got it for you, was thinking about you while you were gone. The fact that the meaning behind the gift is so big. You own lightsaber if you wanted one. Din would get one for you. Said it himself. Your heart is racing in your chest.
âNever . Iâve been waiting to see you. Been thinking of you. Looking at your doodles every night.â He turns the light off and takes the crystal from your still outstretched hand.Â
âHey! Thatâs mine.â You reach for it but he leaves you kneeling next to your bed like you are praying to Maker in the dark again.
âIâm going to give it back.â Din raps . âDo you want to get back in bed or are you content on the floor?âÂ
Youâre blinking into the dark. Wondering how dumb you look now on the floor blinking into the void. You scramble up without assistance and crawl into bed, facing the same direction as before. Away from Din.Â
Secretly, youâre hoping heâs sans beskar and crawls into bed beside you and lets you hold him like he did the nights before you left. With your arm around his waist, stealing his radiating heat from him while he sleeps. Youâd mill kisses softly across his shoulders and youâd listen to him sigh and make sleep sounds in the darkness.
But that doesnât happen. Itâs so quiet. Itâs so still for so long. You wonder if heâs crawled in his own bed and is fast asleep. What could this all mean? The gift? The cold welcome back after two years? Everything you did before you left? What did it mean and did you accidentally fall for a potential half man- half droid thatâs never going to show you his face?Â
The dark is still, so quiet and unmoving. You feel like youâre alone in the room.Â
âC-can I touch? Or are you still too upset with me?â Din asks quietly, the rasp of his modulator is gone. His sweet deep voice is right in your ear. It doesnât startle you because youâve been waiting to hear him speak for so long.Â
âNo.â You snap. âYou couldnât come touch me for two years! I would have let you then, any time you came to visit, I would have but you-â
His lips on yours stop you. You almost try and push him off, but Maker. I
t feels so good. His warm, soft lips on yours after all this time. You both open your mouths slightly, and as tentatively as Din touched you for the first time two years ago, his tongue slips past your lips and into your mouth just as slowly.
Itâs gone as soon as it appeared.Â
âI tried.â He whispers against your open mouth. âI got turned away every time. So many times I tried to see you.â Heâs speaking fast, like heâs trying to explain himself to you before you beat him off of you with something hard youâve found in the dark. â So many times, little one."Â
The words melt over your tongue as he speaks them, almost as if they were your words.
Ahsoka and Luke never told you he came to visit. Not one time.Â
âI tried. I never forgot about you. Too perfect. Too beautiful to forget..." â His bare hands cup your face as you speak. âNever forget you. Everyday I look at your doodles. I look at you, and miss you."
You're breathing in the words he's speaking into your parted lip. He kisses you again softly. You feel the bed shift next to you and heâs crawling beside you.
âDo you dislike me again?â
Maker, Din somehow got warmer. Heâs running a fever all the time and his body feels like the embers in the fire pit at the end of the night.Â
âAgain?â You whisper as he pulls your face down to the pillows with his.Â
âYou didnât care for me much before the doodles.â Din kisses your lips again, gently as his hand slips from your cheek. âI didnât think youâd let me.â You can feel his warm breath on your chin as he speaks.Â
âLet you what?âÂ
âTouch. Watch. The first time.â His real unmodulated voice whispers to you. âI've missed touching. Watching."
A warmth hovers over your middle, you reach for it. Ttâs Dinâs hand, hovering above your stomach, under the blankets, but over your clothes.Â
âTouch me.â It almost doesnât come out of your mouth because itâs so dry. But you croak it out and swallow hard as the word leaves your lips because you hope he does. You hope this isn't like the first night all over again where he makes you do it alone.
Din obliges and lets his hand drop, you feel the heat spreading out along your nightgown starting from where his hand rests on your lower stomach. It makes you inhale sharply. Itâs such a familiar touch and you missed it so much.Â
Din sighs and drags his hands gently and slowly up your stomach, the fabric bunching at his wrist as he does it.
He's lifting your nightgown.Â
âDin,â You whisper as his palm cups one of your fleshy tits over the nightgown.
His rough, calloused hands were so gently, touching you so sweetly until your hand rests on his, you make him squeeze you. You make him because you need to know this is real and these soft gentle touches feel like a dream.
Din grips you now. He can feel your desperation in your hand on his. Squeezing and pulling and tugging at your flesh.Â
âFuck.â He moans softly into your shoulder where his head was resting. The fiery goodness from his forehead felt like it was melting you. âPerfect. Beautiful.â He says the word like he doesnât want to. Like heâs been forcing them back but theyâre breaking free from his vocal chords.
You can almost feel his heartbeat. Or maybe itâs yours.
You donât know.Â
Itâs just obvious that this is what you want and you need him. Badly. However heâs willing to give himself to you or however he wants to take you, you donât care. Youâve been waiting and thinking about this for two years. Your body reacts to his touch like you were built for him. Your pussy is leaking and throbbing already and heâs only touched you once.Â
There's a new warmth, a wetness to these sensations now. Dinâs wrapped his mouth around your clothed nipple and is sucking. Biting gently over the nightgown you have on. It sends shivers down your spine.
Words come flowing out of your mouth before you can even stop them. âI've waited so long for this.â You whimper quietly.
Your hips are rolling against the bed below you because everything just feel so good, everything is just so overwhelmingly pleasurable. Dinâs hands and mouth on you, the heat he's passing along through his touch.Â
âTouch. I wanna hear you moan.â He murmurs against your breast. Heâs still biting and sucking it through the fabric like heâs too impatient to take off the nightgown. He just canât wait any longer.Â
âI need you to touch me.â You whine quietly. âPlease.â Youâre begging him. âPlease, Din, I need to fee-â But he doesnât make you beg long, his free hand slides between your legs and he sighs loudly against you.Â
ââFuck. Fuck. You're s-so wet. So fucking perfect.â Din bites your nipple a little harder now, but then he pulls way. âLet me lick. P-Please. I just wanted to watch but now I need to taste you.â Heâs moving down between your legs as he talks to you. Then he stops.
âOkay. Okay. Please. Do it, please.â Youâre already spreading your legs but heâs getting off the bed again. âNononononono.â You whine, reaching blindly for him in the dark. Youâre on the verge of tears. âPlease donât leave me again.âÂ
Itâs so quiet. Itâs like time stopped.Â
âDin?â You whisper. âDid you leave?âÂ
âWhere would I go?â He answers but heâs further away from you now. "It's my ship."
âWell youâre obviously not hereâ where you were!â You exclaim quietly. You hear him chuckle in the dark.Â
âCome to my bed. I want to do something. New.âÂ
Oh Maker what could that mean? A new stun gun? Some weird thing he found in his travels?
Does he want to make you the lightsaber and put the focus crystal inside you? Thatâs where you draw the line.
âWhat does that mean?â You ask nervously, clutching the sheets to your chest as you stare into the void. âNew?âÂ
âCome here. You said I could lick, yes? Let me.â Dinâs voice in the dark makes you drop the blankets your clutching and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. âCome, little one. Let me lick you. Let me taste you.â His voice guides you to him and you start to crawl into his bed but he stops you. âLeg.â He says into the dark.
âLeg?â You ask, confused. Din reaches for you in the dark and taps your upper thigh.Â
âLeg.â He says like heâs teaching you body parts. âSwing it up here over my head.âÂ
âWhat!?â You exclaim. âYou want me to do what?!âÂ
âI want you to sit on my face.â Dinâs smiling in the dark and you can hear it in his voice.Â
âAnd youâre going to taste me like that?â Youâre exasperated. Youâve never even heard of this. What does that mean, sit on his face. âIâm going to smother you!âÂ
âThen Iâll die a happy man. Get up here.â Now heâs impatient. Dinâs been waiting for this just as long as you have.
You swing one leg over his head and straddle him, pressing both hands to the wall in front of you. The ship's metal is so cold on your clammy hands. You can feel him breathing against your inner thighs as you sit on your knees above him.
â This is perfect.â Din whispers. You can only whimper quietly because youâre so nervous, you feel so exposed up here. âYou want me to lickâŠâ He leans up and gives the very top of your slit a quick teasing lick. âHere? Yes?âÂ
Your knees buckle because Dinâs tongue is just as soft and just as warm as you remember and you do want him to lick there. You canât find words for how badly you want him. All you can do is let out a breathy sound of consent.Â
âBeautiful.â Din wraps his hands under your thighs and pulls you down onto his mouth, his tongue is ready. Eager. Waiting for you to be on him, for him to be inside your folds. âJust as I remember.â He whispers into your pussy, tasting that flavor he memorized before you left and thought of it often. âI touched myself, thinking of you. To your doodles. To your flavor.â Din takes the flat of his tongue and licks you from your opening all the way to your clit, slowly, he presses up against you so you feel him.Â
He wants you to know he missed you.Â
â Maker, yes. â Itâs moaned softly as Din presses the flat of his tongue against your slit and lets you ride his mouth. Itâs the hottest thing youâve ever experienced. Why were you so scared? Being on top of him, this way, you were in control up here. â Oh Din, yes.â Youâre not holding back tonight.Â
Youâve been waiting to do this. Dreaming about it at night and waking up in the morning having to give yourself some sort of pleasure. You slide one hand down into his thick, coarse hair, just enjoying the feeling of it between your fingers again. You hear Din moan from between your legs and his tongue moves against you faster.Â
Your fingers tighten in Dinâs hair as he holds you around the legs, youâre pinned down onto him. His tongue is lapping and exploring your folds. Licking at all the spots he remembers make you squirm. He memorized every inch of you before he left and heâs been thinking about you, keeping it fresh in his head for this moment so he can make you whimper and quiver like he used to.
Din is panting underneath you, heâs working for what youâre about to give him. His tongue was drifting between those big lazy circles that had you whimpering and begging him for more and tight fast spinning around your clit. Thatâs when his hands found your hips and started to move you on his face, his tongue flat, stroking your clit with each movement of your hips.Â
âPlease donât stop.â Pushing yourself off the wall youâve been leaning against, you hover over him now, rocking your hips on your own. You found a rhythm with Dinâs help. He holds your hips tighter nowânot messing with the rocking of your hipsâfeeling you roll yourself along his mouth. As he does that he pulls you down harder on his tongue. Your free hand finds his hair and you grip it tightly now in both fists and grind down against his flat, strong muscle. â Oh fuck yes . Din, Iâm so close.â Youâre whimpering for him.
Din moans loudly from underneath you, his hands now moving to your ass. He gropes and spreads your cheeks.Â
âM-moan again.â You stutter, your hips grinding harder and faster. The vibrations from Dinâs moans will be enough.Â
Din obliges happily and moans loudly again, over and over as your head falls back, hips never stopping their rocking motion on his tongue.Â
âOh, fuckâing yes. Din, oh Maker!â You cry out. You donât care if The Razor Crest is gone, you have those memories inside your head forever. You donât have to hold back nearly as much here. You can let him know how fucking good he makes you feel. Your body is quivering as you grind against him. You can feel the prickles of his facial hair on your inner thighs and lips as you ride him.
Being on Dinâs face like this was heaven. You can hear him noisily licking and sucking at the new wave of juices that are dripping from your entrance. As the warm ball of fiery goodness spreads through you, you start to shudder and tremble on top of him, his tongue never stops moving against your clit and then dipping inside of your hole to taste you as you leak out. Din laps at you until thereâs nothing left. Sucking your lips into his mouth at the end to make sure he didnât miss anything. He leaves you trembling above him for so long he has to tap your thigh again for you to swing It over his head.Â
"Sorry." You pant. "That was good. I'd do that again." You go to stand off his bed and you feel him wrap his arms around your waist.Â
"Don't go. Share the bed." He whispers up to you. "I waited for so long."Â
"I waited too!" You exclaim as all of your anger and fear of being forgotten about returns. "I waited for just as long as you did! You sure didn't act like you missed me or waited for me. Not until the lights went off at least." You're storming to your own bed now. You move quickly, not wanting him to hear or see the tears in your eyes.
You've been keeping this in for a long time. Letting it bottle up until you can't keep it in anymore. And the fact that he confessed all those nice things just to be able to touch you.
Din doesn't say anything in the dark, letting you try and find you way back in the void. It makes you sadder that he isn't trying to comfort you. The tears come, quietly, thank Maker, as you get into your own bed and wrap yourself in the covers. It isn't until you let out a little weeping sound that you hear him shuffle and then your bed shifts under his weight. Din's pressing himself into you gently, wrapping his arm around your waist.Â
"If you had reached for me, you could have felt my heart from under my beskar." He whispers in your ear. "I did miss you. I did wait for you." A small kiss along your jaw, "You didn't seem like you were happy to see me today." He sounds disappointed. "I thought you had forgotten about me. Maybe someone with a face and who didn't leave made you forget about me." Another small kiss in the same place. "I sat in the dark for so long, wondering if you were thinking of me. I had to come find out. I did't mean to scare you. Don't cry, little one. Please?" He's kissing your face gently.Â
"I don't think anyone could ever make me forget about you." You whisper into the void.
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Gloves & Dittany ⣠cyj
⣠pairing: slytherin!yeonjun x gryffindor!reader
⣠genre: fluff, hogwarts!au, idiots-to-lovers (on readerâs part), sorta slice-of-life
⣠wc: 13.7k
⣠summary: âSure, your heart might have skipped a beat or two because of Yeonjun, but it was just a momentary flutter, a reaction that didn't hold any significant meaning⊠Right?â
âł Alternatively, where Yeonjunâs flirtatious nature leaves you no choice but to doubt his evident feelings for you and, in turn, dismiss any emotions you may be developing for him
âŁwarnings?: reader is just,,, confused all the time, prob poor attempts of 'flirting' bc idk how to flirt, side characters may potentially be more entertaining than the mains, reader tends to make playful threats to their friends
⣠an: big thanks to @hoonieji (<3) for reading over more than half of this to build my confidence! anyways the amount of revising this went through is horrifying but I hope it was all worth it! it's so bittersweet that I finished this bc I enjoyed writing it :( I'm going to miss this pair a lot,,, anyways, hope you all enjoy!
âŁtags: @flowerjun @forever-in-the-sky2 @yxnjvnnie @cookiehaos @ioveastera @yeonyeonyeonjun @fireheaurt @agustdiv1ne â couldn't tag @shwizhies
I. HEARTS IN HERBOLOGY
Over the years you've spent at Hogwarts, your love for Herbology has blossomed into a deep passion. Contrary to what your peers say about the class being boring and useless, you believe they couldn't be more wrong. Herbology is an underrated and misunderstood subject that offers unique elements not found in other classes.
At first glance, certain plants looked welcoming, but from what youâve learned, the most attractive herbs can be the most deadliest. This could even work the other way around. Growth patterns of the plants can directly affect its magical properties, which explains why the professors created emphasis on the care for plants.Â
Although Herbology looked like any other ordinary subject at Hogwarts, there were a lot more layers to its content. You suppose this was the reason why you grew to love the subject.
âWhatâs the difference between you and those flowers over there?â
Enter Choi Yeonjun. The main reason why advanced Herbology isn't the perfect class for you, and you mean that in the kindest way possible. Yeonjun is something else. While you hope to simply enjoy the class, he sees it as an opportunity to engage in endless conversation. You once joked with him that his voice could win a competition against a mandrake for being the most ear-piercing, but, surprisingly, he took no offense to this.Â
To make matters worse, a significant portion of his chatter is dedicated to shamelessly flirting with you. Despite months of this routine, he always finds new ways to keep things interesting, and you have to admit, it's quite impressive.
It was strange how all this had even started. You and Yeonjun were only familiar with each other because he was childhood friends with your fellow house member, Changbin. But after an encounter with the pair at Hogsmeade, Yeonjun started becoming quite adamant about making his presence known to you. And regardless of his motives and advances, youâve, since then, been choosing not to indulge in his actions.
If you were given a knut every time someone asked you why you never gave him a chance, youâd be rich. Hell, youâd be bathing in galleons if you did, because this was Choi Yeonjun we were talking about. The one and only Choi Yeonjun who could practically steal hearts without the use of some silly charm pulled straight out of a textbook. He was reasonably one of the most attractive guys in the entirety of Hogwarts and his personality was one to adore, so you werenât surprised with the persistent interrogation of those interested in him.
Though every question was worded differently, each one becoming more and more creative than the last, you hit them with the same, lazy explanation that you knew never left them satisfied.
âI just donât see him in that way.âÂ
Yeonjun stands by your side, hands comfortably nestled in gloves, which completely disregards Professor Longbottom's instructions that the gloves were not necessary for today's class. He looked ridiculous being the only one wearing the heavy-duty gloves. You hold back a laugh as your gaze follows his pointing finger, which leads you to a cluster of asphodels.
You look up at him, âOne is an accessory to a deadly sleeping potion.â Youâre cleaning up your area, making sure dirt is only where it was supposed to be.Â
âY/N, câmon~â Yeonjun whines, âJust play along.â
âOkay,â you huff, âWhat is it?âÂ
Yeonjun stands quietly for a short moment, lips pressed together, âNow you made me forget what I was going to say, but it was something about you being pretty.â Yeonjun turns to put some pots away, leaving you unamused.
Although Yeonjun continues to make such advances, you admit that his playful personality was endearing. Just a few months ago, you regarded Yeonjun as nothing more than an annoyance, constantly looming around even when unwelcome, sort of like a wedgie. However, as time passed, you couldn't deny the odd bond that had formed between the two of you.Â
Just recently, you had reluctantly admitted to yourself that heâs grown on you to the point where you realize that the day would feel incomplete without his babbling. On a good day, you might even consider him your friend.
When Yeonjun returns, he flashes you a smile, âDo you have any plans for the weekend? Maybe I can take you to Hogsmeade.â He bends down slightly and reaches out, âYou have a bit of dirt on your nose.â You feel his finger graze your nose for a quick second before itâs back at his side.Â
âIâm afraid I already do,â you hummed. Since the period has ended, you grab your belongings and take your leave. With no surprise, Yeonjun is trailing closely behind you.Â
Yeonjunâs lips were moulded into some sort of pout, brows furrowed, âMaybe the week after?âÂ
âI have plans that week, too,â you say promptly, though you werenât even entirely sure if you did, âSorry, Yeonjun.âÂ
Yeonjun narrows his eyes at you but you donât catch him doing so. Instead, youâre dead set on finding your best friend Yena by the courtyard. Before Yeonjun could let out a sigh, he takes a big step forward and spins so that heâs facing you. Yeonjun executes this with ease. Heâs quick on his feet and the next thing you know youâre walking into his chest.Â
âDonât apologize.â Yeonjun grabs your wrist and swiftly pulls you to the edge of the hallway so you both aren't blocking the stream of students, âThereâs always another weekâŠâ He pushes his lips towards one side of his face, eyes looking to the side. He was deep in thought, âMaybe you can come to the final game of the season? I know your house isnât playing but it would be nice to have the support⊠Iâll even let you wear one of my extra uniforms⊠maybe some facepaint?â Yeonjunâs eyes light up at the thought.Â
âYeonjun,â you say sternly.Â
âAs a friend?â Yeonjunâs head is tilted to the side, brows knitting as he brings his lips into a pout, âPlease?â His eyes pour into yours, making it hard for you to avoid his gaze. Heâs waiting intently on a reply.Â
âIâll⊠think about it,â You stall.Â
Yeonjun smiles, satisfied with your answer. Before he speaks up once again, he hears his name being called from across the hall. It was Wooyoung.Â
âIâll see you later, beautiful~âÂ
You groan and call out before youâre out of earâs reach, âWhat did I tell you about pet names, Choi Yeonjun!âÂ
Yeonjun turns to acknowledge you, but instead of saying anything to excuse himself, he sends you a wink before reaching his friend.Â
As expected.
You huff, shaking your head before you finally turn to the courtyard, where you immediately see Yena kicking dirt underneath one of the smaller trees. She pulls up her robe slightly, engrossed in watching the dirt particles defy gravity and form swirling clouds.
You say nothing as you approach her, laughing underneath your breath.Â
âYou took so long I started growing white hair,â Yena jokes. She drops her robe and stands up a bit straighter, âWhere to?âÂ
When Yena finally catches a glimpse of your face, her brows furrow, âWhatâs wrong?â She leans forward to analyze your expression, eyes running back and forth across your face.Â
âNothingâs wrong,â you say, âLetâs start heading for the hall.âÂ
Yena clicks her tongue against her teeth and grabs your wrist, âIâm not stupid, you know. I can easily tell that somethingâs up. So, whatâs up?â
âThe sky,â you say wittingly. Yena gives you her stern, rather motherly, look, causing you to break immediately, âYeonjun asked me to âhang outâ again.âÂ
Her eyes widen, brightening, as a smile appears on her face.Â
The thing about Yena is that, despite understanding that you genuinely do not have feelings for Yeonjun, she still clung onto that ship for dear life. It was quite amusing watching her squeal over the smallest interactions between you both. You could say she was more delusional than Yeonjun was.
âPlease tell me you said yes!â
âWell⊠I didnât say no?â You look over at her, âI just told him I would think about it.â
âProgression!â She exclaims, âCharacter development!â
âOh, shut your mouth,â you groan. You look around to make sure no one associated with Yeonjun was around, âI donât even think heâs being serious.â
You and Yena are nearing the great hall and the smell of food is drifting out the big wooden doors and up your noses. You both are walking rather slowly, moving to the edge of the corridors to keep out of the other studentsâ ways, âWhy would you think that? From how long heâs been at it, he seems rather serious about this.â
âYenâŠâ you sigh, âHave you seen the way he interacts with other people, better yet, girls? I donât want to give him a chance because it already seems like heâs just doing this for fun. I donât wanna be⊠sought after for entertainment.â
Yena throws an arm around your shoulders, âIf you think that, then tell him you canât go. Simple.â
âThe Choi Yena telling me not to hang out with Yeonjun?â You scoff, âPlease.âÂ
âIâm actually giving you helpful, wise advice and this is what I get?â Yena huffs, âFine. What I really wanted to say is that you should give him a chance. Who knows, he can actually be serious about you and you might end up liking him back.âÂ
You shake your head, "Not until I know he has genuine feelings for me. Besides, I would have given it a shot if I had as little as a single cell in me that was interested in him. But, as you already know, I donât.â
Yena eyes you down as if it were going to knock the honest truth out of you. But it doesnât, because you were telling the truth. You have no feelings for Choi Yeonjun.Â
âNow letâs go eat,â you grumble, âBecause you say the most unpleasant things when youâre hungry.â
â.àłàż*:
When Yeonjun reaches Wooyoung, heâs greeted with a big fat thwack to the back of the head.Â
âOw!â Yeonjun jumps, rubbing the area that the other had smacked, âWhat in Merlinâs name was that for?â The two begin making their way down the corridor, keeping a look out for Changbin who they should be crossing paths with sometime soon.
âFor being a lovesick fool,â Wooyoung shoots, âGet yourself together!â He slaps Yeonjunâs back, âWhy are you wasting time over someone who clearly doesnât like you back when you can literally be with anyone else you want?â
Though Yeonjun knows that Wooyoung means well, he can't help but feel a twinge of offense at his friend's statement. He could go on about the reasons why heâs still trying, but he knows for certain that Wooyoung could not care less.Â
Frankly, when Yeonjun sets a goal for himself, there is no doubt heâll be working towards that goal with no uncertainties. And this trait easily applies to this situation.Â
Yeonjun really likes you.Â
Sure, he doesnât know the tiniest, intricate details about you, but based on what heâs heard through Changbin and things heâs learned while talking to you in class, he has this rather strong urge to get to know you better.Â
And heâs serious about this.
At a loss for words, Yeonjun blurts out the first thing that comes to mind, âSheâs different.â
Wooyoung blinks back at his friend, âYou better not be serious.â
âIâm just summing things up, Wooyoungie,â Yeonjun flicks Wooyoungâs shoulder, âI donât take you as a guy who likes hearing things about feelings.â
âTrue that,â Changbin butts in. He slides in from a nearby classroom, briefly greeting the other two wizards.
Wooyoung glares at Changbin, âDo you even know what we were talking about?âÂ
âYes,â Changbin shrugs, âY/N. Yeonjun. Who else?â
Wooyoung hums, âAnd you support Yeonjun making a fool out of himself?âÂ
Before Yeonjun can shoot a remark at Wooyoung, Changbin quickly interjects, âWell, no, but I just want to see where it goes. Plus, Y/N didnât explicitly say she didnât like Yeonjun.â
âWait, really?â No one notices but Yeonjunâs eyes light up at the information.
Changbin nods, âI mean to me at least. And youâd think she would tell me because you and I are friends. She just says that she has her own reasons or something.â
Yeonjun smiles to himself. Thatâs all he needed to know.
II. DOUBTS AND DUNDERHEADS
Yenaâs reading the ingredients of a newly learned potion as you scan over the list yourself.Â
âYou know, I donât get why weâre even making this potion,â Yena grumbles. As you prepare the cauldron, Yena leaves the table to grab the ingredients, plopping them down carefully in an organized manner, âItâs much more dangerous than Amortentia, donât you think?âÂ
âI can see why you think that,â you chuckle under your breath. You eye the ingredients that Yena has set down, using your finger to track each one of them, âYou forgot the moondew.â But seeing that your friend had already settled in her chair, you took it upon yourself to grab the plant at the bench at the back of the room.Â
âMoondew⊠moondewâŠâ you mumble. You look around for the plant, shuffling back and forth in hopes of it catching your eye, âWhere are you?âÂ
Before you know it, the herb is being dangled right in your line of sight, causing your eyes to cross for a brief second, âHere you go~â Your eyes flicker up and you immediately spot the green lining of the sleeve.
You reach up to take it from him before turning around, âThanks.â Yeonjun was standing rather close to you, though it wasnât a creepy proximity. Heâs just⊠tall. So to him you could guess that the distance between you both wasnât as close as it was for you.Â
âAnything for you,â he hums and sends a smile and a wink your way.
You groan and shoot him a look, walking right past him, âChoi Yeonjun, is this your way of asking for me to give you this potion?â
He feigns hurt, âNo. And even if it was, I know you wouldnât do it.â Yeonjun follows you to your bench and you see that Yenaâs placing the ingredients in order of which to drop in first. She smirks at his presence.Â
âAnd how would you know I wouldnât?âÂ
âI donât know actually,â he shrugs, jutting his lip out in a pout. Yeonjun takes a step back to his bench, which was conveniently the one next to yours and Yenaâs, before he continues, âI just feel like you wouldnât.â
You furrow your brows right as Yena adds wormwood infusion into the cauldron. Your nose crinkles, âIf I were you, I wouldnât trust your gut.âÂ
Yeonjun mindlessly takes the same step, gesturing for Wooyoung to go ahead with the next step, âI have a good intuition!â Yeonjun sounds like heâs genuinely trying to convince you of his secret powers.Â
âWell, okay, what number am I thinking of?â You add the asphodel into the cauldron before turning to look at Yeonjun. From the way his eyes were looking off to the ceiling, lips resting into a pout, you can tell heâs thinking.
âEight.â
âWrong, it was two.â
âHey, you could have easily changed the answer!â Yeonjun exclaims, giving you the accusatory finger, âCheater.â
âI thought your intuition was good,â you say, âDoesn't your intuition say something about if I really did cheat or not?â You make sure Yenaâs stirring the mixture the way the textbook had instructed. She even went ahead to plop the slothâs brain into the pot.Â
Then your professor speaks up, âRemember, students, that the hardest part of this potion is the stirring, please please pay attention to the stirring patterns.â
The entirety of your attention is brought back to your cauldron, you and Yena taking turns adding the needed components of the potion before preparing yourselves for the stirring. Meanwhile, Wooyoung and Yeonjun have already started stirring the mixture.Â
âCounter⊠counter⊠clockwiseâŠâ Wooyoung says slowly, making sure that Yeonjunâs stirring in the same direction as he instructed. When Wooyoung realizes that heâs on the other side of the table, he gasps, âWait, thatâs my counter, counter, clockwise!âÂ
Yeonjunâs eyes widen before stirring the mixture the other way as if it would cancel out the stirs that heâs already completed. Then it dawned on him, âYou dunce! Itâs the same for you and meââ
And right as Yeonjun finishes his sentence, the mixed elements burst onto Yeonjun, leaving him covered in an odd-coloured substance.Â
Screams of surprise echo through the room before the same individuals burst into laughter, seeing that Yeonjun was now drenched and filthy. Yena was laughing out loud, fingers gripping the edge of the table to keep herself stable. You were trying your best not to laugh out loud, pressing your lips together to hide the growing smile on your face.
When the situation finally clicks, Yeonjun knocks himself out of his state of shock, using his own robe to wipe the substance off of his face. It was sticky, so there was a good amount of resistance keeping him from successfully cleaning himself up.Â
Now you feel bad.Â
You watch Yeonjun for a few moments to see if he truly needed help. But when you realized that he was practically hopeless on his own, you sighed and stood up, grabbing the boy by the wrist, âProfessor, may we be excused? We will be back before class ends.âÂ
He nods, allowing you both to leave. And at that, youâre dragging the long-limbed Slytherin out the door of the classroom. You take him down the stone corridor and towards the girlsâ washroom. Your steps echo against the walls of the hallway as you fast-walk towards the end of the hall. Once you reach it, you sit Yeonjun down on a nearby window ledge, âStay here, Iâll be back.â
Yeonjun nods, making himself comfortable. He watches you leave and disappear into the bathroom for a good thirty seconds before you return with one hand full of wet paper towels and the other with dry ones.Â
You start wiping off the gunk from the boyâs face, starting at his forehead and working your way down his face. You're half an armâs length away from the boy, still trying to keep distance. Youâre surprised at how easily the potion slides off his face with the help of water.Â
âI thought you were good at potions,â you grumble, âNext time you need to be careful⊠youâre lucky that the potion doesnât get absorbed into skin because this situation could have been worseâŠâ You continue scolding him under your breath, but it was so quiet that even the closeness between you doesnât allow Yeonjun to hear what youâre saying.Â
You donât notice the way Yeonjun is looking at you. His eyes are crossing just to catch a proper glimpse of your focused state, flickering between your lashes to your cheeks, and your lips⊠He mentally shakes his head to rid of all thoughts clouding his head, squeezing his eyes.
âYou know, I donât need help to clean myself up,â Yeonjun says, but his expression completely contradicts his words as he grins at your actions.Â
You freeze and take a step back to reassess the situation, âYouâre right.â You hold the paper towels out to him, âHere.â
âWait, but I do need help.â
You sigh and start wiping the remaining stuff off of his face, âYouâre a dunderhead, you know that right?â You put pressure onto his cheek bone for a moment and plaster a playful smile on your mouth.
Yeonjun snickers, âYeah, a dunderhead for you.â
Your smile drops from your lips and you frown, âOh, shut up.â His face was basically clean from the potion. All thatâs left was the dried liquid in his hair and some lingering on his robe.Â
âItâs true,â Yeonjun sighs. He wonders why youâre so against him and his advances. Itâs not like heâs done anything wrong to you. You havenât even given him a chance.
You roll your eyes and attempt to scrape off the dried up potion that was clinging on to his hair, âIâm guessing youâre a dunderhead for Chaewon and her friends too.â Thereâs a slight tone of passive aggressiveness in your voice but you donât notice.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Yeonjunâs ears perk up, genuinely confused.
You let the question sit, finding the appropriate way to explain to Yeonjun what you meant. It was a difficult thing to put simply and you and Yeonjun were currently bound by time.Â
âYeonjun IâŠâ your eyes search Yeonjunâs as if he could physically hand you the help you needed, âI donât believe you actually like me.â You almost cringe because it sounded as though you were accusing him of lying, but this was truly how you felt.Â
Yeonjunâs eyes widened, âW-what? Why do you think thââ
âYou flirt with meâa lotâbut you flirt with other people too,â you explain, âOne second youâre calling me pretty and treating me nice and everything that, I admit, someone who likes that person would do⊠but the next youâre doing practically the same things for another person⊠How am I supposed to believe that you like me?âÂ
Not that it matteredâyou didnât even have feelings for the boyâbut it was good that he knew for someone he actually was interested in.Â
Yeonjun is taken aback by the confession. Is this how you felt the whole time? Is this why you havenât actually given him the chance to take you out? âHow can I prove to you that Iâm serious?â
âYouâre an expert at flirting, arenât you?â you retort, âIâm pretty sure you can figure that out yourself.â
III. A SLYTHERINâS EFFORT
After confronting the Slytherin about your feelings towards him and his actions, there was a period of complete silence over the following days. It was like radio silenceâas if something had gone wrong with the antenna and you were forced to scramble to fix it. Encounters with him in the halls or in class were kept minimal by the boy, only going as far as saying a hi and goodbye before going on his merry way.Â
Judging from his actions, you took it as a confirmation that Yeonjun really didnât have feelings for you. This realization evoked mixed emotions within you. Sure, youâre glad that you got him off your back, having the peace and quiet in herbology that you used to have. But youâd be lying if you said that you wished that Yeonjun would still speak every once in a while to fill that silence.Â
It was odd if you think about it. Why did Yeonjun even ask how he could prove his feelings for you if those feelings were non-existent? Was that just part of the âfunâ? An attempt to get your hopes up before stopping altogether?
Ouch, you think, shaking your head to get rid of these thoughts from your head. If Yeonjun didnât actually like you, he couldâve just said so. But hey, you should be ecstatic that he's finally done with this whole act, right?Â
At least heâs making it easy on you.
That is until Yeonjun came unannounced to the Gryffindor table one morning. He, surprisingly, did not don the smirk he often wore on his lips. Instead, his lips were curved into a gentle smile, his eyes mirroring the same warmth.Â
âMorning, Lions,â he greets.
âChangbinâs still at the dorms,â you mumble, dipping your head to sip on your soup.Â
Yeonjun shakes his head, âIt doesnât matter. Iâm here for you.â He held out a small, white plastic bag toward you. It was full, but you werenât quite sure with what.Â
You guess that Yeonjun read the confusion on your face, quickly following up his disorderly actions with, âMy mom usually sends snacks and I asked her to send these for you.â You hear Yena almost choke on her food, but she shuts herself up by downing water.
Odd. âOh⊠thank you?â Youâre not even sure how to act, reaching out for the bag before sticking your nose into it to catch a glimpse of the aforementioned snacks. And funny enough, this is what catches you off-guard.
They were your favourite snacksâones you couldnât get here or at Hogsmeade.
âHow did you know I liked these?â Yeonjun warms up at the way your eyes light up. You look up at him and thank him again.Â
Yeonjun shrugs, âYou might have mentioned them a few times during herbology. Anyways, I gotta go back to the table. But I hope you enjoy those!âÂ
âI will,â you say mostly to yourself. You set the bag on your lap and stare at it, puzzled.Â
âOooââ
You clamp your mouth over Yenaâs mouth and side-eye her, âShut your mouth right now or else Iâm lodging a breadstick down your throat.â
Yenaâs eyes widen but she grabs your hand and peels it off her face. She whispers, âI thought you said Yeonjun didnât like you.â You nod, âI did but⊠No. I donât think this means anything.âÂ
âAre you crazy?â Yenaâs eyes look like theyâre about to pop out of her head, âHe remembers what youâve told him and heâs asked his own mother to send you these!â
You donât look at Yena because sheâs right. The process into actually pulling this off is⊠sweet. And thoughtful.Â
With a dismissive shake of your head, your gaze falls on the closest person, who happens to be Soobin, âBinnie, can you please pass the breadsticks?â
â.àłàż*:
âWhy do you like herbology?â
The question causes you to freeze, gloved-fingers stuck in the dirt when you try to process Yeonjunâs question of the day. When you look over at him, you realize he wasnât even looking back at you. Instead, he was fiddling with the herbology textbook sitting on the table, flipping back and forth between the pages of todayâs lesson.
You let out a sputtered "Huh?" as your head tilts to the side in confusion. The question seemed to have come out of nowhere, leaving you uncertain whether it was asked out of genuine curiosity or sheer boredom.Â
âI never really asked you why you liked the class so much,â Yeonjun takes a quick glance at you through the corner of his eye, âI mean well. I genuinely want to know.âÂ
You wanted to continue questioning what was going on. First the snacks and now this?Â
Was Yeonjun broken?
Your mouth had opened just a bit in preparation to interrogate the boy, but since he had made it clear that he was being serious, you shut your mouth before mustering up an answer.Â
âThereâs just something⊠interesting in the fact that all the plants we deal with can be used to create things that can either benefit or create drawbacks to a personâs life. Others have such useless purposes, too, but I still find it captivating that plants can do things you could hardly expect⊠Like mandrakes. Theyâre god-awfully annoying, but they can help heal curses and stuff.
âThen thereâs dittany⊠I think itâs easily one of my favourites. They can help heal wounds easily so they come in handy in a lot of situations⊠like my grandmaâs created her own ointment recipe with dittany and itâs done wonders in my family. I guess the main reason I like herbology is the idea that we can somehow use these things to help people. Thatâs what I prefer, at least.â
When you finished speaking, you realized that you have never said that out loud to anyone before. It was something that never came up in conversationâa topic you knew no one cared aboutâyet here you are blabbing on to Choi Yeonjun about your love for the subject.
âWow, when you put it that way, herbology does sound cool.â
You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at him, âYouâre saying that as if youâre not in an advanced class right now.â
The softest grin appears on Yeonjunâs face as he pushes his textbook away from him, âI know. But herbology isn't the main reason Iâm here.â
âThen, what are you doing here?â
âFor you.âÂ
The corners of your lips lift at the brief appearance of the playful Yeonjun you were familiar with. Of course, you think.Â
Before you could even question further, Professor Longbottom launched into another rant about the day's lesson, drawing your attention away from the strange, indescribable sensation that was slowly taking over your heart.
â.àłàż*:
You were on your way back to the hall for dinner having taken a stroll around the castle grounds after a nap. With workload becoming heavier and days growing shorter due to the time of year, you were hoping to clear your mind while sightseeing.
You couldnât say it worked, though.Â
All your mind could do was wander back to the topic of the upcoming defense of the dark arts exam, the feeling of anxiety continues to creep up your neck despite the efforts to get rid of them. The subject was not one of your strengths, as your strong distaste for dueling led to a lack of effort in the class.
Now that a practical assessment was coming up, you werenât sure how you were going to do⊠and frankly you didnât like doing horribly in your classes.Â
âPenny for your thoughts?âÂ
You gasp quietly at the sudden presence of Yeonjun, whoâs wearing an odd combination of his quidditch uniform and training attire. In his hand heâs holding his broomstick. By the looks of it, he just came from quidditch practice.
"I don't think it matters that much," you let out a lackluster, breathy chuckle and continue walking towards the castle. Yeonjun adjusts his pace to match yours, even though his long limbs seem eager to move faster.
âThat look on your face says otherwise,â he shrugs, âBut, do not worry, you still look as pretty as always.â
You stop in your tracks and glare at the boy, who halts two steps too late.
âWhat?â Yeonjun questions, âItâs true.â He recognizes a specific glint in your eyes and Yeonjun realizes that this was not the time to be flirting, âIn all seriousness, though, whatâs wrong?â
Yeonjun takes you by surprise once again and you almost stumble in your steps from his efforts. It was nice to see that Yeonjun did have this side of him. While you've grown fond of his playful personality, it's refreshing to witness him in a different light.Â
You think about what you want to say to Yeonjun. âI think itâll help more if you just tell me about your day,â you tell him. You needed distraction from the near-overbearing stress that youâre experiencing. In hindsight, you realized that taking a stroll alone may have been a mistake. Being left alone with your thoughts was never a favourable situation for you or for anyone.
Yeonjun immediately understands the situation, and before you know it, no questions asked, he begins to tell you all about his quidditch practice.
Yeonjunâs position was the teamâs beater, so he spent the entire practice with his fellow house member, Jongho, who was also a beater, hitting bludgers back and forth to get used to what strength they needed to exert to send it going any way they wanted.Â
âWe were just hitting it back and forth,â he says, âLike we always do. But this time, we decided to use our non-dominant hands to hit them.â Yeonjun swings his left arm as he continues, âAnd, you see, Jonghoâs left handed so we made this a competition between just the two of us to see who was better with their other arm.
âSo we went back and forth. It was hard at first, but he and I started getting⊠cocky about how I was doing better. It was actually terrifying because, you know, the rest of the team was just there⊠they could easily have been hit and all. But since, weâre the best beaters in this entire schoolââ Yeonjun sends a prideful smile your way and you canât help but scoff, ââwe didnât let that happenââ
âUntil?â you butt in.
Yeonjunâs eyes widened, âI canât believe you think thereâs an âuntil.âÂ
âAm I wrong?âÂ
Then, Yeonjun's eyes narrow and he tightens his lips into a thin line. "You're lucky you're cute..." he remarks, reaching out to poke your cheek. Surprisingly, you let him do it. "Anyways," he continues, "That was until we remembered that we also have a coach... guess who's at the infirmary with a bruise as big as a crab apple?"
You gasp, âI thought you guys were Hogwartsâ best beaters?â
Yeonjun exclaims, âWe are!â
âThen why is your coach in the infirmary?âÂ
âAccidents happen!â Yeonjun defends himself, âHeâs alright, though. The nurse says heâs going to be back in shape by tomorrow.âÂ
The conversation turned out to be much more enjoyable than you had anticipated, and before you knew it, you were already approaching the doors of the hall. You could see other students trickling in, and your eyes instantly caught sight of Yena through the doors.
âThatâs good to hear,â you stifle a laugh, âAnyways, I gotta go, Iâm starving.âÂ
As youâre turning to leave, youâre stopped by Yeonjun, who has reached out to grab your wrist, âI hope your problems will be resolved soon.â
A warm feeling tickles your chest and you let a genuine smile appear on your lips, âThanks, Yeonjun.â
With that, you give him a small wave and head inside the hall to join Yena and the other students for dinner, feeling more at ease than before.
IV. THE GLOVES
If given the chance to describe your best friend in one word, youâd say spontaneous. Since the day you met her, she has the habit of making a decision in one moment and then completely changing course in the next. It was a trait of herâs that you found rather impressive, because you could never live your life like that. But despite being impressed, it's still hard to deny that it doesnât occasionally frustrate you.
Last night, Yena was determined to study for the upcoming dark arts exam over the weekendâyou even agreed to study with her (which wasnât the best option on your end)âbut upon waking up at right at noon, sheâs decided to give up on this goal and, instead, take an impromptu trip to Hogsmeade. Whatâs worse was that sheâs dragging you along with her, practically giving you no choice but to tag along.Â
Although you had no plans for the weekend but to begin studying, you were planning on staying in the dorms because temperatures were dropping to an uncomfortable low. You were in no mood to visit Hogsmeade since it did take a great deal of walking to get around. But since Yena would not shut up until you agreed to come, you were now digging through your trunk, trying to find the pair of gloves you swear you packed.Â
âY/N, make haste!â Yena exclaims from downstairs, âTime is ticking!â
âIf you keep speaking like weâre in the nineteenth century, I will not make haste,â you yell back. Thereâs a sudden urge to bang your head against your trunk. Your gloves were nowhere to be seen and now you have to accept the fact that Jackâs going to be nipping your fingertips during the entire trip.Â
Slamming the trunk shut, you let out a deep huff and pull your coat sleeves down over your hands.Â
This will have to do.
Yena makes a beeline for Honeydukes the second you make it onto Hogsmeade grounds. Sheâs hauling you along with her, and you do nothing to protest.
âMy supply of jelly slugs are dwindling,â she mutters, throwing the door open before stepping foot inside. The warmth is comforting, especially since the two of you had been walking in the cold for the past 20 minutes, âChangbin took two packs because apparently I owed him.â
You look at her, âWhy did you even give them if you werenât even sure?â Yenaâs arms are filled with jelly slug packages, cradling them as if she gave birth to them.Â
She shrugs, âI was actually convinced I owed him until I thought about it.â She secures the sweets and looks over at you, âDonât you want anything?âÂ
You scan the selection of candies and chocolates surrounding the both of you, âI suppose I can use some gum for studying.â
âOoh, youâre right! Grab me a pack too, please!â Sheâs jutting her chin to gesture towards the pack of gum laid out on a nearby shelf, thanking you when you grab a pack for you both, âIâll pay for it since I forced you to come with me.âÂ
You donât protest again, âFine by me.âÂ
Plopping all the sweets down onto the counter, you immediately see the look of horror on the employeeâs face. You can read her mindâprobably thinking that Yena was crazy. âI-is that all, sweetheart?â Yena nods and slides her a note before even waiting for the total.Â
On your way out, sheâs already ripped a pack open, snacking on the slugs, âWant one?âÂ
Before you can even reply, a male voice butts in, âDonât mind if I do!â To accompany it, a hand slides in from your left and straight into Yenaâs new bag of jelly slugs. This slightly startles the both of you, stumbling away from the new presence.
Yena groans, âSeo Changbin, you literally have the ones I gave you back at the dorms!â Yena tucks the candy into her sleeve and gives Changbin a crossed lookâone that could kill.Â
âWait, I want one!â Wooyoung appears from behind Changbin, whoâs closely followed by Yeonjun. Both boys have their chins tucked into their jackets, hands stuffed deep in their pockets, âMay I please have one?â
Yeonjun waves at you, and though you couldnât clearly see his mouth, you can tell he was smiling because it reaches his eyes. You wave back and you couldnât help but mirror his expression.
Yena blinks for a quick moment, but then moves slowly to give the Slytherin a single slug, âOnly cause you asked nicely⊠unlike someone over here.â She shoots Changbin another deadly glare before moving on, âWhat are you guys doing here?â
Wooyoung uses his thumb to point toward the castle, âWe were just about to head back. You guys?â
Yena shrugs, âIâm about ninety-percent sure we were going to head back, too. Unless you have somewhere to go, Y/N?â Your best friendâs looking at you, waiting for a reply.Â
âOh, uhâŠâ you shake your head, âNo.â
Yeonjun beams, âThatâs great! We can all walk back together?âÂ
You donât notice the way Yena smirks before she agrees on behalf of the both of you, âSure, why not?â
And before you know it, you find yourself walking alongside Yena and the boys, witnessing Changbin and Wooyoung playfully shoving each other off the path. Yeonjun takes long strides beside them, unsurprisingly condoning the play-fighting. Yenaâs busy picking out specific jelly slugs from her bag, occasionally looking up to make sure she doesnât stumble over a rock or tree root.Â
âIf you guys hit me, youâre getting hit back,â she mutters, attention still directed towards her sweets.Â
Meanwhile, youâre freezing your arse off at the rear of the group. You feel the chill in the air seeping into your bones and youâre desperately blowing warm air into your hands in hopes that you wonât get frostbite.Â
As the castle grows closer with each step, you feel the urge to break away from the group and sprint ahead, painfully longing for the warmth of the castle. Your hands are numb, and at this point, youâre afraid that youâre never going to get sensation back, even if you go as far as sticking your limbs into fire.Â
The thought makes you panic. Sure it was a bit unrealistic, but still your mind rushes past a bajillion different thoughts that involve things you did with your hands. Herbology, crocheting, playing sports⊠what if you canât do those anymoâ
âHere.â
You blink to suck yourself back to reality, shaking your head to grasp how Yeonjun was now directly in front of you. His arm is extended, handing you something that you donât quite recognize at first. After taking a closer look, you realize that heâs handing you over his own pair of gloves.Â
âHuh?â
âGloves.âÂ
âI know what they are,â you say softly, âBut for what?â
âYouâve been breathing into your hands since we left Hogsmeade,â Yeonjun points out, âSo put these on. I can take them back when we get to the castle.â He nudges the mittens towards you, urging you to take them. âTake them.â
You canât help but feel your cheeks heat up at the gesture. âIâm okay. Besides, you need them, too.âÂ
You attempt to walk around the boy but he stops you, "I don't want to see you freeze. It's either these gloves or... I hold your hands to warm them up." His voice trails off with a playful hint, and you can't help but feel your heart flutter at the thought. But as quick as the feeling came, you knock some sense back into your head before you hastily pluck the mits out of his hands.Â
âGood,â he grins, patting your head through your toque. As you slide your hands into the gloves, you realize they're a bit too big for you, causing them to slip off easily. You ball your hands into fists and stick them into your pockets. Then Yeonjun asks, âHey, have you thought about the game?âÂ
To be honest, the invitation had almost slipped your mind amidst the recent events. However, now you find yourself more open to the idea. But before you could confirm that you were willing to go, the yelling of both Wooyoung and Changbin interrupted your conversation.
Yeonjun apologizes and groans, making a beeline to the other two to calm them down.Â
âI swear it wasnât this far of a walk to Hogsmeade.â Your best friend stuffs her hands into her pockets and sinks her head behind the collar of her jacket.Â
âNo, Iâm not carrying you to the castle,â Changbin looks like he turned his head 180 degrees to look back at Yena, but it was just his coat giving you the illusion.
âWho in bloody hell said I wanted to be carried by you,â Yena gags. She bends down to pick up the nearest pebble before chucking it at Changbinâs leg. The latter flinches, and again, his head spins to look at you both. He sends Yena a dirty look before maturely continuing on (mainly because Yeonjun already gave him a warning).
The five of you trek back to the school grounds in near silence, the exhaustion evident in your steps as the chilly weather envelopes the area. You wonder if Yena actually regrets going to Hogsmeade on such a gloomy day, but when you look over to check how sheâs doing, sheâs munching on the jelly slugs with a content expression.Â
As the Slytherins break off, Wooyoung bids a simple "goodbye," forcefully dragging Yeonjun along with him. He knows damn well that Yeonjunâs going to spend an extra 10 minutes talking to you when all he wants is to get back to the dorms to take a nap.Â
Wooyoungâs so quick to leave that the two disappear in the blink of an eye and youâre not given the chance to return Yeonjunâs mittens. Though, it was also on you for not remembering to give it back.Â
Yena notices how youâve slipped the mittens off and are now staring at the pair as if they hold some sort of enchantment. âAnd you still havenât fallen for him yet?â Yena smirks, eyeing the item of clothing in your hand.Â
âGross, why would I?â Your face scrunches and you hold the gloves out to Changbin using your index and your thumb, âTake them. Give them back to him.â
âPlease,â Yena scoffs, âDonât lie, I know youâre all warm and fuzzy for Yeonjun.â Yena playfully pushes Changbin's arms away, preventing you from giving him the mittens, âAnd donât give those to the poor boy. Return them yourself.âÂ
"Poor boy?" Changbin questions, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
You groan, âIâm not all âwarm and fuzzyâ for Yeonjun.â You look down at the gloves in your hands, âObviously, I like him better than before but my feelings for him arenât romantic.âÂ
âPoor boy?â Changbin repeats, but seeing that you and Yena were absorbed in your own conversation, he gives up.
The three of you finally reach the portrait of the Fat Lady. Yena rolls her eyes, âMmmhmm⊠itâs just a matter of time before you actually start liking him like that.â She mutters the password and soon, youâre making your way into the common room. It was miraculously empty.Â
âWhat do you even mean by that?âÂ
Yena throws her head into her hand and palms her face, âMy sweet, sweet Y/N⊠Think about it. Not too long ago, you were constantly complaining about Yeonjun and how irritating he was. Now youâve just confessed that you like him better than before. Guess what the next stage is?â
âBest friends,â you answer, attempting to seem nonchalant about the subject.Â
âYou guys talk more than he and I do,â Changbin points out, snickering, âAnd weâre best friends.â Yena nods eagerly, gesturing to the boy as if heâs made a life-changing statement.
You shrug, âThat doesnât mean anything.âÂ
âHmm, I donât know about that,â Yena speculates, âCan I point out that you were in a bad mood the four days Yeonjun barely spoke to you?âÂ
âI was in a bad mood because of the potions exam,â you justify, âAnd I have you as a partner.âÂ
âOkay, fair, but you have to admit it wasnât all just because of that,â Yena pushes.Â
âI wonât because it was all because of that,â you facepalm, âYouâre just saying anything at this point.â âYou canât tell me you didnât feel at least something after all those things thatâs happened this week,â Yena remarks, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms in a challenging manner.Â
âThings?â Changbinâs eyes grow wide, âWhat things?â
âThey mean nothing,â you repeat, âJust⊠friendly random acts of kindness, which I do appreciate. Nothing wrong with it.â
âThereâs also nothing wrong with admitting that you like him at least a smidge,â Yena frowns, âI know youâre a softie at heart, and I know thereâs no way that you didnât feel all warm and fuzzy at least once.â
As Yena continues to probe about your feelings for Yeonjun, your stubborn nature kicks in, and you find yourself reluctant to admit what sheâs assuming. Sure, your heart might have skipped a beat or two because of Yeonjun, but it was just a momentary flutter, a reaction that doesn't hold any significant meaning.
Right?
Besides, you weren't ready to admit something to others that you hadn't fully come to terms with yourself.Â
So you shake your head and deny, âNope. Not once.â
â.àłàż*:
If Yena saw how much of a fuss you were making over something as simple as returning Yeonjun's gloves, she would tease you relentlessly. So you figured that this would be a solo quest, one that required not being caught by Yena.Â
You stand at the doors of the hall, gloves clutched in your hands as you try to search for the Slytherin. The hall was busier than you thought, but it wasnât intimidating. Youâre not even sure why youâre worried about this. You were simply handing the gloves back and telling him that you were going to the game as friends. It really didnât mean anything.
A sense of relief washes over you when you spot Yeonjun fooling around with Wooyoung and Changbin in a relatively empty area. This means that you can get this over with. Hand them over, tell him, then youâre done. Simple.Â
Working up the courage to do it, you slowly make your way down the long room, gripping the gloves tightly with one hand. When youâre near, it's Wooyoung who first catches sight of you since he happens to be facing your direction. He utters something that you couldn't quite make out, but it's accompanied by a gesture that catches the attention of Yeonjun and Changbin, prompting them to turn around.
Yeonjun lights up, which you only interpret as a smile, before he waves at you, âY/N!âÂ
You don't know why youâre suddenly shy, feeling yourself shrink under the attention of Yeonjun. You grin back and give them all a small wave before you take small steps, âI forgot to return these the other day.â You hold it out to him. Your arm begins to shake at the slightest, so you steady it with your other arm.
âDid you really forget or did you want to keep them?â He teases, sending a wink before gently retrieving them. He thanks you.Â
You feel your cheeks heat up and you shake your head, âI forgot to⊠if it werenât for Wooyoung who dragged you away.â You give the other Slytherin a look, âAnd⊠before I leave, I didnât get to tell you yesterday thatââ
âChoi Yeonjun,â a female voice rudely interrupts your sentence. Youâre slightly shoved to the side by another Slytherin who you were not familiar with (nor did you care), taking your place in front of Yeonjun. Changbin looks like heâs about to tell her off, giving you a sympathetic look.Â
âKim Hyunji,â Yeonjun greets, âWhat brings you here?âÂ
You start playing with the sleeves of your wool sweater, growing impatient despite the fact that the new presence has barely been there for a minute. The words being exchanged between Yeonjun and the girl soon turn into an unintelligible babble, leaving your mind unable to grasp their conversation. But judging by the way the girl grew gradually closer to Yeonjun, you didnât need to know what was being said. The exchange goes on for a bit too long for your liking and you can feel your brows dropping to form a scowl.
As you recall the recent interactions with Yeonjun, you realize that amidst all of them, you forgot that Yeonjun was still the flirt that he was. Sure, it probably came naturally to him, but witnessing him flirt with another girl evokes a foreign feeling that tickles your chest.Â
âIâll see you there, then?â Yeonjunâs words are suddenly clear and you feel something tap your chest.Â
âOf course Iâll be,â she replies, a smirk forming on her face as she turns to leave.Â
The second sheâs gone, Yeonjun turns back at you, eyes softening, âSorry, Y/N, she tends to do that a lot⊠what were you saying?â
As if youâve experienced an emotional whiplash, you freeze and lose the words that you previously practiced in your head. Your mouth opens but nothing comes out.Â
What was happening?
âY/N? Are you okay?âÂ
You swallow nervously and, in a hushed voice, you say, "I-it can wait." Without wasting a moment, you swiftly leave the room, your hand instinctively moving to your head as you try to make sense of your confusion.
Finding the nearest bench outside of the hall, you sit down and catch your breath, unable to focus on anything else that was going on around you.Â
âY/N?â Your eyes meet Yena's, and without hesitation, she takes the empty seat next to you, her brows furrowed with concern. âWhatâs wrong?â
Youâre chewing on your bottom lip, trying to explain exactly what youâre feeling, âWhat does being jealous feel like?âÂ
Yena hums to indicate that sheâs thinking. She presses her lips into a thin line and looks around, âI think the best way to describe it is kinda like⊠you want to squash whoever youâre jealous of with a boot.â
Youâre not sure if that was even an accurate way to describe jealousy, but the way Yena describes it is exactly how you felt with Hyunji. Sure, youâd never ever condone physical aggression, but if you had the power to pull her out of that conversation with Yeonjun like a mandrake, you would.Â
âBloody hell,â you mutter. Because why in Merlinâs name would a single cell in your body be feeling jealousy in that situation? You have no right being jealous of this girl. Not when you donât have feelings for Yeonjun.Â
Yenaâs ears perk up and lean closer, âBloody hell? What do you mean bloody hell?â
Unless⊠you do have feelings for Yeonjun.
Which could explain every odd thing thatâs been happening to you. The way you practically dreaded the days when Yeonjun spoke to you so minimally. The way Yeonjun has made your heart skip more beats than one. The way you were feeling jealous over some girl youâve never met before.Â
Maybe you did have feelings for Yeonjun and maybe it was time that you had to accept them.
âAnd what does it mean if someone makes my heart race?âÂ
Yenaâs jaw drops, finally processing whatâs going on. You didnât even need to explicitly say Yeonjunâs name to indicate that this was about him. She saw it coming. But she doesnât want to ruin the moment. Sheâll let you tell her yourself, âDepends⊠is it in a good or bad way?â
âI supposeâŠâ you blink, âBoth?â Confirmed, Yena holds back a smile, âIt means you like that someone a lot.â
V. AND THE DITTANY
No you werenât avoiding Yeonjun on purpose.Â
You do embarrassingly admit that youâre afraid to see him after the whole ârealizing your feelingsâ ordeal, but it's as if the universe decided to give you a break today and made sure you and Yeonjun wouldn't cross paths.
By some stroke of luck, or perhaps the mischievous workings of fate, today was a day that you and Yeonjun did not share one class apart from herbology, which had miraculously been cancelled at the very last minute. It seemed almost magical that you didn't cross each other's paths at all during the entire school day.Â
To be wise with your time, you took the day away from Yeonjun in an attempt to think the situation through. Because what do you do now?
Do you just drop the bomb on him like, âoh hey, I like you by the way!â Or should you keep it a secret for a bit to build momentum?Â
Yena was quick to advise that you should confess ASAP, âAnd preferably at the quidditch game! Imagine how cute! Youâre cheering for him and only him⊠and when the snakes win, youâre going to be there andââ Then you interrupted her because you werenât completely sure if that was even the best way to go about it.
But if you think about it, Yeonjun was a simple guy. You could tell through the way he did decide to show you that his feelings were genuineâbullocks! He paid attention to all you had to say in herbology, asked his own mother to send your favourite snacks just to give them to you⊠he didnât hesitate to make you feel better the day you were stressed for an exam.
Hell, even before you confronted him, Yeonjun had been showering you with the sweetest gestures that you could only now fully appreciate.Â
If only you could knock some sense into your past self.Â
âThe library will be closing soon,â you look up and find the libraryâs student assistant, an apologetic smile sitting rather awkwardly on his face. With a nod, you wait for him to leave, giving yourself a moment to gather your thoughts. You begin collecting your things, the fatigue from the long day making your eyes feel strained and exhausted. Almost as if they could pop out of their sockets with the slightest blink.
As you make your way back to the Gryffindor dormitories, you hear shuffling far behind you before you suddenly hear your name being called out. You turn around to see who it was, and to your surprise, it's Yeonjun, running down the empty corridor with his arms waving frantically to get your attention.
 When he finally catches up to you, you greet him with a shy smile, âYeonjun.â
âI havenât seen you all day,â he says, a pout appearing on his lips, âI was looking forward to herbology because I finally got to see you, but curse Professor Longbottom for eating bad soup.âÂ
Your stomach flutters at his nonchalant comment and you feel shoving your head into the nearest bush, âYeah, haha⊠What are you doing here?â
âI was just going on a stroll to clear my head,â he grins, âAre you heading back to your dormitory?âÂ
You nod.
âWell, let me walk you back then,â Yeonjun offers and you donât protest. If you hadnât seen Yeonjun all day, at least you had this, âDonât want evil creatures creeping up on you.â
You give him a look, âDonât be silly. There arenât any evil creatures on the school grounds.âÂ
âI know,â Yeonjun snickers, âItâs just an excuse for me to walk you anyway. But my intuition is telling me that you would have let me regardless.â He leans forward and down to your height, pretending to search your eyes for answers, but you donât budge.Â
âYour intuition is wrong,â you say, trying to avoid eye contact.
âNever. At least, not this time,â Yeonjun shakes his head, âAnyways, Iâm happy I bumped into you because I was going to ask you if youâve decided on coming to the game.â
âThat⊠that was what I was going to tell you the other day with the gloves butââ
âBut Hyunji, I know,â Yeonjun nods, âI know it sounds like I invited her to the game but since sheâs a Slytherin, she was going to go anyways andââ Yeonjun sighs and pauses to find words to explain the situation, âI want you to know that you were the only one I invited.â
The tone in Yeonjunâs voice takes you by surprise. You can tell that he still has his mind set on proving to you that he has feelings for you and no one else. You frown, âYeonjun⊠I know youâre only telling me this because of what I told you that day during potions but⊠I want to tell you now that I believe you.âÂ
Yeonjunâs face lights up and questions, âYou do?â
You nod bashfully, âI realized it that day on the way back from Hogsmeade.â
Yeonjun wishes he could tell how much that meant to him, a feeling of relief washing over him like soft waves, âThank you.âÂ
âFor what?âÂ
âFor believing,â he grins, âItâs one step closer to making you like me.â Yeonjun winks before his eyes squeeze shut, breaking into a wide smile. His expression fills with an exaggerated appearance of triumph.Â
âHmm, weâll see about that, Choi Yeonjun,â You laugh at the irony, âAnyways, I was saying that I will be going to the game.â
âYou areââ
âFor Jongho,â you tease, âThe best beater of the team.âÂ
âYou donât even know Jongho!â Yeonjun exclaims, âHow can youââ
âIâm joking,â you poke the side of his arm and roll your eyes, âIâm going for you. The only one who invited me.â
âIn that case, Iâll lend you some facepaint and my extra jerseyââ He stops when he sees the look youâre giving him, âJust the face paint then?â
Although a small part of you would have wanted to wear his jersey, you were still currently keeping your feelings to yourself. Rejecting the jersey before and suddenly accepting it would look a bit too suspicious, âI suppose that would be fine.â
You donât realize that youâre at the portrait and you canât help but feel a bit bummed that the walk was over. It was too short. You barely had the opportunity to talk with Yeonjun about anything else, âIâll see you then?â
Yeonjun nods, a smile reaching his eyes, âYes I will.â
â.àłàż*:
The day of the game, you, Yena, and Changbin found yourselves in search of ways to pass the time before it was time to head for the pitch. There was truly nothing to do, so you all opted on taking the longest route around the castle possible.Â
The three of you were dressed in any green item of clothing you could find in your packed clothes, agreeing that it would have been odd if you all showed up in Gryffindor attire. If you were there to cheer for Yeonjun, you all had to at least look the part.Â
Yena takes the opportunity to fill the silence, bubbling with excitement as she talks about the day's upcoming events, specifically your plan to finally confess your feelings to Yeonjun. She knows that you weren't keen on going along with her previous ideas, so she gave you the freedom to come up with your own plan. âTell me what youâve come up with.â
âWell,â you begin hesitantly. Truthfully, you have not found the time to think the plan through, opting to just âwing itâ when the time came, âI was just thinking of simply telling him?âÂ
âThatâs the most rubbish plan Iâve heard in my years of living,â Yena blinks.
Changbin snorts, âI donât even think thatâs considered a plan.âÂ
You scowl and give them both a look, âI just donât want to make too much of a fuss.â
âI know you donât,â Yena blinks, âBut thereâs something missing.â
âThis is going to be gross,â Changbin grumbles, completely ignoring the problem, âI donât want to see you and Yeonjun getting all mushy-gushy around me!â
You physically jump, âYou could have used any other term and you settled for âmushy-gushyâ...â
âIâm serious!â The boy exclaims, âI support you two⊠getting together⊠but please donât be those couples that do PDA in the halls.â
âYou really think Y/N would do that? She would neverâŠâ Yena scoffs. Then she looks over at you with a slight glint of fear in her eyes, âR-right Y/N?â
You nod, âNever. And I give you both permission to knock me into my senses if I do.â
From a distance, the sound of rapid footsteps reach your ears, gradually growing louder and closer.Â
âWhy⊠in Merlinâs⊠beard⊠are you all⊠the wayâŠâ Wooyoung gulps as if he could catch his breath easier, âBack here?â Heâs clutching items in his hands and he holds them out for any of you to take them, âYeonjun said⊠oh, bloody hell.âÂ
You watch him catch his breath for a couple of long moments before he starts again, âYeonjun said he forgot to give you these.â Reluctantly, you take them to get a better look. Turns out, it was just two small cans of silver and green face paint, âHe was going to give you them himself but he was called in by the coach for a pre-game talk.â
âYou ran to find us just for this?â you say, âYou could have just met us at the game.â
Wooyoung shakes his head, âNope, I was sent to find you.â He takes in the outfits that you three were wearing, âIt looks odd seeing you all in something that isnât black, red, or gold.âÂ
Something in Wooyoungâs comment causes something to click in Yenaâs head, brows shooting up, âJung Wooyoung, can you help us out?â
âDependsâŠâ Wooyoung says carefully, âWhatâs in it for me?âÂ
âI canât believe you made me steal one of Yeonjunâs extra uniforms,â Wooyoung groans, unamused. Heâs out of breath again, having to run back to the Slytherin dormitories and to a chosen meet up spot next to the bathroom.Â
âWeâre not stealing, weâre borrowing,â Yena rolls her eyes, grabbing the jersey from Wooyoung, âBesides you could have said no.â Without another word, your friend grabs your wrist and pulls you into the bathroom.Â
âPut it on,â Yena says, âAnd then we can paint your face.âÂ
âYou seem more excited than I am,â your voice is laced with equal parts intrigue and nervousness. Finally giving in to wearing Yeonjun's jersey (and without him knowing) was something even you didnât expect, especially since you had turned down the idea before.Â
âItâs âcause thereâs nothing to even fret about,â Yena scoffs, helping you tug the larger jersey on, âOkay, now for the facepaint.âÂ
Yena was wrong. Sure, you knew Yeonjunâs feelings for you were reciprocated, but there was just something about confessing your feelings that was downright terrifying.Â
Positioning herself in front of you, your best friend blocks your view of the mirror, and with a mischievous grin, dips her fingers into the paint. Without any hesitation, she begins painting the right side of your face, her touch gentle and precise. You can feel her fingers tracing a swoop underneath your eye and on your cheek bones. With the same maneuver, she moves to the left side of your face, creating another swoop, but this time, just overtop your brow bone.Â
âAnd for fun,â Yena presses dots on your left cheek and right brow bone to create a reverse image on your face, âOkay, now take a look.â She backs away from you, letting you look into the mirror.Â
You couldnât help but cringe at the silver and green paint on your face, not to mention the green jersey you were donning. You looked like you were a Slytherin, which in this case was a good thing, but it still pained your inner Gryffindor.Â
âYou look cute, even though youâre wearing green and silver,â Yena smiles, âAnyways, we should get going. The game starts soon and we need good seats for your boyfriend to see you~â
âHeâs not my boyfriend,â you groan childishly. She drags you back out the bathroom, causing you to stumble out through the doors and in line of sight of Wooyoung and Changbin.Â
âHe will be soon enough.â
âTraitor!â Changbin jokes, pointing to you, âGryffindorâs got a traitor!â
âCan you shut your mouth or Iâm stuffing it with the first critter I find in this castle,â you say through gritted teeth.
Changbin puts his arms up in a feigned surrender, âCanât believe youâre doing this all for Yeonjun.â
âYou look pretty Slytherin-y,â Wooyoung nods in approval, âYouâre going to knock him off of his broom.â
â.àłàż*:
âWelcome to the final game of the season!â The announcer, Soobin, delivers, âToday⊠Slytherin versus Hufflepuff!â Soobinâs voice is followed by whoops and whistles, livening up the stands. Youâre cheering alongside everyone else, feeling the nerves begin to dissipate as your attention is directed toward the game.Â
You can see the players are making rounds in the air, getting a feel of the pitch before the game begins. Your eyes try to spot Yeonjun, who, at first, was nowhere to be found.Â
âWhere is he?â you whisper. The players zoom by so quickly that they appear as mere blurs, their movements too swift for your eyes to track.Â
Slowly, the players start taking their positions at the center, facing each other as they wait for the referee to release the snitch, the bludgers, and the quaffle. And there, right by the goals, you spot him, positioned next to who you assumed is Jongho. You feel a kick of energy take over your system and you begin shouting for the green team (mostly Yeonjun).Â
As if he had a sixth sense, Yeonjun feels your gaze on him. When he manages to find you in the small sea of people his face lights up. His nose scrunches up as he playfully waves, all before he puckers his lips and sends a blown kiss your way.Â
And although youâre supposed to be used to Choi Yeonjunâs flirty antics, youâre left stunned and internally screaming, unsure of how to react in that moment. You're lucky Yeonjun doesn't catch sight of all this, too busy refocusing on the game that was about to begin.Â
âThe game begins! The Hufflepuffs have taken possession of the quaffle!â You hear Soobinâs voice boom over the speakers.Â
Although you weren't much of a regular at Quidditch games like the other wizards, you did understand the appeal. The current game was thrilling, both teams proving their worth as the score remains neck and neck. But to be embarrassingly honest, the first two periods seemed like a blur to you, as most of your attention was shamelessly focused on Yeonjun.Â
âMake sure your eyes stay in your head, now,â Yena teases, leaning over to whisper, âYou have all the time in the world after this.â
âAm I being that obvious,â you freeze, eyes widening.Â
Yena nods, âYeah, but only to me because I know. I donât think anyone around here would notice you staring at him.â
Changbin butts in, âI noticed.âÂ
âAnd no one asked,â Yena redirects Changbinâs head to the game.Â
Just as Yena leans in to whisper another comment, the booming voice of Soobin echoes through the speakers, announcing, "Slytherin's Choi Yeonjun is currently taking on two bludgers!"
Your gaze snaps towards the pitch, searching for Yeonjun in the sky. True to Soobin's words, you spot Yeonjun veering away from the bludgers that chase after him. The determination etched on his face is evident as heâs trying to carefully time his swings to counter the oncoming attacks. Jongho trails closely behind, swinging his bat in an effort to redirect at least one bludger off course, but his attempts fail.Â
âCan bludgers even do that?â Wooyoung yells, âThey canât, right?âÂ
Changbin and Yena shrug while your attention is still entirely on Yeonjun. âCâmon, Yeonjun,â you mutter underneath your breath.Â
Everyone around you seemed to be holding their breath, their eyes fixated on Yeonjun. It feels as if time has slowed down, with the entire crowd sharing a collective sense of anticipation. The other players were, for the time being, long forgotten, completely uncertain about whatâs going to happen next.Â
Was Yeonjun going to be able to out-fly the bludgers or was he going to be knocked?
As you watch Yeonjun continue to fly, you can't quite tell if the bludgers are picking up speed or if he was slowing down. But youâre sure of one thing, the gap between Yeonjun and those bludgers was closing in fastâso close that you found yourself bracing for impact.
âHeâs hit!â Soobin yells through the microphone, which was closely followed by a whistle.
Your eyes widen in shock as Yeonjun, in a desperate attempt to regain balance on his broom, slips and loses control of the broom. Before anyone could even process what was happening, the broom shoots straight to the ground, taking Yeonjun with it.Â
You're left speechless, leaning over the railing of the stands in disbelief, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening. A group of adults rush to Yeonjun's aid, their faces etched with concern and panic. It doesn't look good from where you're standing, and a wave of worry washes over you.Â
âI-I need to go down there!â you speak before you think. Your grip around the railings is so tight that your knuckles are ghost white.Â
Yena shakes her head, âI know you want to be sure heâs okay, but look how much people are down there already.â Sheâs right, there were tens of people already surrounding the boy and it wouldnât be a good idea adding to the chaos.Â
âBloody bludgers,â Wooyoung mutters, âSince when did they do that? Iâve never seen bludgers do that.âÂ
Your heartâs pumping, beating against your chest while you try to anticipate any news on Yeonjun. The stands sound like beehives, eyes trained on the situation happening down below.Â
âLadies and gentleman,â Soobinâs voice returns through the speakers, âI have been informed that Slytherin's Choi Yeonjun will be okay but will be taken to the infirmary for care. The game will start again shortly.âÂ
âIâm leaving,â you say flatly.
âWait, Y/N,â Yena stops you, âI donât think theyâll let you visit him right now, if thatâs what you were thinking.âÂ
âIâm going back to the dorms,â you frown, âI canât keep watching the game if I know Yeonjunâs hurt.â
âIâll come with you, then.â
And you donât refuse her offer, mainly because youâre still stunned by what just happened, before bidding the boys goodbye.
â.àłàż*:
The following day, you made it your mission to visit Yeonjun in the infirmary. According to Wooyoung, hadn't returned to the dorms overnight, so you expect that heâs still there and resting.
âHello, sweetheart,â the nurse behind a desk greets you, a smile reaching her tired eyes, âMay I help you?âÂ
You glance into the infirmary and notice that only two beds are occupied. They were both indicated with privacy screens, âIâm here to visit somebody. He was brought here last night. Choi Yeonjun.â
She nods and you watch her gentle smile slowly transform into a knowing one, âHeâs in the occupied bed to your right. I believe heâs still asleep, but you can wait for him to wake up if youâd like.âÂ
You thank her and quietly make your way to Yeonjunâs makeshift room. There's this nagging feeling that visiting him is a bit strange, like you're going out of your way for a guy you're not supposed to be crushing on. But then you remember that Yeonjun is also your friend. Friends check up on each other when they're down, right? So, here you are, paying him a visit like a good pal.
You peek around the screen and see that Yeonjun was, in fact, asleep. Your eyes catch sight of a broken left arm and some bandages that were wrapped around his other arm and his head. He was laying on his side, using his good arm to support his head.Â
You couldnât help but frown at the sight of an injured Yeonjun, sitting down at a chair already pushed up near the bed.Â
âDamn, bludgers,â you mutter, scanning over his injuries one more time. They werenât the worst injuries, but they were still injuries that needed to be treated.Â
Treated.Â
You gasp quietly, almost forgetting what you had brought with you. Digging into your pocket, you fish out a container of ointment that you and your grandma had managed to concoct a few weeks before the year had started. It was the ointment with the dittany. The one you remember telling Yeonjun about.
You swear by your grandmaâs recipe.
Leaning back in your chair, you run your thumb over the lid of the container, deep in thought. The room is filled with an overwhelming silence, and Yena's voice echoes in your mind, urging you to confess your feelings to Yeonjun and make him feel better. However, you decide to prioritize his well-being for now, putting your confession on hold and focusing on ensuring that Yeonjun is okay.
Then you can practically hear Changbin gagging from how awfully âmushy-gushyâ the decision was.Â
Air shoots out of your nose when you huff out a laugh.
With a sigh, you shift your focus back to the injured boy who was still sound asleep.Â
At least who you thought was sound asleep.
As you turn your attention back to Yeonjun, you catch him staring right at you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. It's almost as if he had been waiting to get caught in the act.
âYeonjun!?â You exclaim, nearly jumping out of your seat, âWhy are you just sitting there and staring at me!?â The nurse shushes you, and you quickly quiet down, collecting yourself. Youâre tempted to hit his shoulder, but you remember that heâs injured, âHow long have you been awake for?â
Yeonjun doesn't bother answering your question; instead, he leans in, locking eyes with you. The look he gives you is soft, and his lips form a gentle smile. You feel your cheeks heat up, your chest doing the same as you shrink back into your chair.
âWhat?âÂ
âYou like me.âÂ
You freeze and begin to panic. How were you supposed to react to that? You were supposed to be having a conversation about how he was feeling⊠if he has a concussion⊠you were supposed to be giving him the dittany ointment you brought with you⊠but not this.
âN-no I donât!â you try your best to keep composure, gulping a growing lump in your throat.
âWhy else would you be here to visit me?â Yeonjunâs nose scrunches, âYou care about me.â His head tilts to the side, still training his eyes on you, âI think it was about time.âÂ
At this point, your heartâs running a mile a minute and the roomâs growing hot. What were you supposed to do? You were still in the position to deny everything. That, no, you werenât here because you liked him. You could say you did care about him but as a friend. It worked. Besides, you were here strictly to make sure he was well. Not to confess.Â
But then again, this was practically an opportunity that was beckoning for you to go for it and take the chance. Yeonjun was making it easy for you. So, why not?
"And what if I do like you?" You narrow your eyes at him, a playful smile forming on your lips. "Did you forget that you like me, too?"
âWait, what?â Yeonjunâs eyes widen and his jaw drops to his chest, âYouâre not joking right?â
âJoking about what?â
âA-about you liking me,â he stammers. Yeonjun shuffles in his bed, trying his best to sit up, âI-I was just joking about you liking me⊠I didnât think that⊠youâd actually agree to it.â
âWhy would I joke about that?â you frown.Â
âI-I donât know,â Yeonjun begins to play with the edge of his blanket. Heâs a stuttering mess and he canât seem to muster up the confidence heâs always had around you. It was an odd feeling. Heâs never been on this end before, âYouâre really⊠not joking?âÂ
âI would never joke about that,â you shake your head.Â
âA-are you sure youâre not joking,â Yeonjun repeats, âLike really?â He hopes that heâs not visibly sweating through his bandages and that you canât hear the hint of nervousness in the tone of his voice. There was even a part of him that thinks that heâs just woken up in a dream and in reality, heâs still passed out on the infirmary bed and recovering from his fall.
What⊠What if heâs not actually alive right now and his brain is shamelessly walking through his dreams?
Nope. Too much.Â
He knows that this was real life solely because he could still feel a mix of both stinging and dull pain in his broken arm.Â
âChoi Yeonjun, I really am not joking!â you groan, frustration evident in your voice. "Do I need to provide you with evidence? Because I can't even pinpoint when I started liking you! It just... happened, okay?"
Yeonjun takes a moment to gather his thoughts, his expression shifting. He realizes you're not joking. Like, really not joking.Â
You really do like him back.Â
At the realization, a surge of confidence washes over him and that playful smile that youâve grown familiar with appears on Yeonjunâs lips.Â
"You can... prove it to me with a kiss," he suggests, his voice tinged with anticipation. Yeonjun canât quite read your expression, so he quickly follows up his cheeky proposal with, âOnly if youâre okay with it! But Iâm just⊠saying that Iâm okay with it.â
Yeonjun's gaze drops, and he focuses on the imprint of his toes in the blanket as he waits for your reply. He hears you shift in your chair and soon he feels a looming presence right by his cheek. He feels a rush of warmth from your breath, causing a shiver to run down his spine and momentarily freezing him in place.
With a mix of nerves and excitement, Yeonjun squeezes his eyes shut, his heart pounding in his chest. He's not entirely sure what to expect, but the hopeful part of him believes that you might be leaning in for that suggested kiss. Just as he thinks you might lean in for the kiss, he feels a gentle peck on his cheek.
You pull back, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. "There," you tease.
Yeonjun's cheeks flush a tint of red, âT-There?âÂ
âWas that not enough to prove it?âÂ
He pouts, âI was⊠expecting it to beâŠâ Yeonjun gestures to his lips in the cutest way possible. He appeared to be genuinely confused, brows furrowing, âTo beâŠâ Heâs too embarrassed to say it out loud.Â
You playfully roll your eyes and lean in once again, aiming for a gentle peck on the corner of Yeonjun's lips. But Yeonjun's curiosity drives him to turn his head toward you, causing your lips to meet.Â
The contact of his chapped lips on yours catches you off guard, sending what felt like jolts of electricity through your body. For a moment, you consider pulling away, afraid that you've made a mistake, but the gentle hold of Yeonjun's arm around your forearm anchors you in place, easing your nerves. It was like his own way of saying it was okay if you were okay with it too, allowing you both to melt into the kiss.Â
Thereâs a brief second that you both forget that youâre sitting in the infirmary of the castle, the world around you fading into the background. All you could hear is the muffled sound of your heart knocking against your chest, and youâre hoping and praying that Yeonjun doesnât hear it.
Just as Yeonjun brings himself to deepen the kiss, youâre both interrupted by the voice of a certain Gryffindor, âThis is exactly what I was afraid of!âÂ
You turn to find Changbin with a bouquet of flowers (which he had obviously picked from the castle groundsâ bushes) and a rather appalled expression on his face. He lets out an exasperated groan before turning away, muttering under his breath as he walks off. His voice fades off into the distance, âIâll be back later⊠wonât be mushy-gushy my arse⊠I wonder if thereâs a spell thatâs equivalent to bleaching my eyesâŠâ
You and Yeonjun exchange a glance and burst into fits of laughter, unable to contain the hilarity of the situation. Of all people, it just had to be Changbin who walked in at that moment.
As the laughter subsides, you both catch your breath, still wearing wide smiles on your faces. You and Yeonjun settle back into the moment. The interruption may have momentarily disrupted the moment, but it also added a touch of light-heartedness to the intensity of your feelings.
âSoâŠâ You say, âDid I prove it to you?â
Yeonjun's warm gaze meets yours, his voice filled with certainty, "That was more than enough to prove it."
If you made it this far, I want to thank you so much for taking the time to read this! It would be cool to hear what your fav part/'chapter' was (I'm a curious person)! If not, it's okay, I'm still thankful you read this! <33
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meant to send you a message last night but my brain was scrambled and i was too busy crying so i had to wait until now. i just wanted to say thank you so much for the beautiful art you made for deep end :') your enj & r design is so perfect and i love your style! there literally are no words to express how excited i was to see it (not to mention how many times i have scrolled back to look at it again in the last twelve hours. it's not an insignificant amount). i just genuinely love every detail you included, the moments you chose.... everything about it. from the bottom of my heart, thank you for the time & energy & care you have given deep end and that you put into your beautiful art :''')
thank you so much for your words, im so so glad you liked my art!!! if it has given you even a fraction of the joy i felt reading each deep end upload, then im happy :] your tags were incredibly kind as well, i took a screenshot so i could reread them...its incredible to think my work could have elicited such a reaction but hey, i have teared up reading deep end so i guess its a favour repaid >_> lengthy reply under the cut bc it became abominably long haha
i dont want to go on too much of a rant here (i will anyways it seems) but i think one of the things that struck me the most about deep end is how obvious the love that you put into writing it is. i know you've mentioned before how much you rewrote it over and over again, and i have to say in the best way possible that i could feel that reading it. every single chapter is written with such direction and clarity of purpose, it was truly a gift to be able to read something crafted with such meticulous attention to detail. i never felt that any line, hint of characterization, or plot detail was ever put there out of coincidence. cosette being a law student, too. the entirety of cosette's character and your emphasis on her agency as a person with a life that does not revolve around her brother. and somehow you kept touching on these weird little details that personally hit me hard? somehow?? grantaire reading hamlet (my favourite shakespeare !) and his opinion abt horatio (of course he likes horatio), the plot irrelevant but wholly appreciated discussion of the ending of the thing, thnks fr th mmrs and dammit janet in quick succession during karaoke, orpheus/eurydice in chapter 17 and the franklin expedition tidbit in 14, the whole art museum part....
some of my favourite lines:
âAn animal in a trap will chew off its own leg to escape. You have no idea how much of my own blood I had to swallow to get out of there.â "The meeting had gone forty minutes longer than usual because for every word Enjolras said, Grantaire had to pick the bones clean, had to suck the marrow out." and shortly thereafter, "piano-wire tension", and "Less of a weapon and more of an instrument, for once. Press the key, see how he sings." "He wants to be comforted without being known. He wants to be loved without being understood. He wants to cry on a strangerâs shoulder and never see them again, never have to know their pity." <this one had my eyes wet while i was in a lecture i won't lie
and of course, the opening lines to top all opening lines:
"Enjolrasâ father is buried on a Wednesday. The placement of the funeral in the middle of the week feels purposeful. Make this loss your centerfold, his mother seems to say. Build your life around it."
also â the quotes you chose to include in your summaries of each chapter were perfect every time. kudos for that!!!
all that to say: yeah, it was probably inevitable that i would be driven to draw something for deep end (i took screenshots of certain parts to draw later while reading this fic!! i almost never do that but i couldnt help myself!!!). one of those pieces of fiction that drives you to create (and push me out of art block, apparently). thank you again for sharing your work, deep end is truly something special and i cant wait to read the epilogueâ€ïžâ€ïž
(and if you've read all the way to the end of this monster of a reply: yes, you thought right...! i did draw a little mouse on the cover of grantaire's book, hes reading the tale of despereaux :] reading your grantaire is what finally pushed me to make a character playlist for him....and r smoking in the last drawing even if it isnt a scene in deep end is a reference to your other fic love is in the air, i just gotta figure out a window to break out. you know, for the connoisseurs. ;])
#also idk if you would remember but i left an unhealthily long analysis comment on chap 16 (under a diff username lol)#and your reply was so thoughtful and kind..! you mentioned being tempted to give out the directors cut for your writing choices and well.#if ever you decide to do so....i would be sat.#i also rambled abt how good your grantaire is..i stand by that more than ever sweet jesus. that last r pov chapter just about destroyed me#asks#aaronstveit
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đ«¶đ» also, idk if youâre willing to do this and i understand but if youâd write a blurb w josty of him comforting his partner after losing a dog, id enjoy it bc im putting mine down this week and figuring out ways to cope :,) ily <3
emmie, i'm so sorry & sending so much love your way <3 i hope this makes you feel a little bit better
it's only been a few days, but the pain of losing your dog hasn't gotten any easier to handle. she was your best friend and had always made you smile no matter what. without her, your apartment is quieter and there's a huge gaping hole in your life that can't be filled.
tyson hated seeing you so upset and was there to say goodbye to her before offering his shoulder to cry on while supporting you in any way he possibly could. but one night when he was holding you in his arms as you slept soundly, he had an idea that he hoped would bring a smile to your face and ease some of the sadness about losing your dog.
so after practice today, he told you had had a few errands to run and he'd be home a little after lunch. with that, he got to work. after consulting both kacey, his mom and yours, the plan was set and admittedly, tyson has never been so nervous.
but when he gathered all the bags and headed up to your apartment, his worries disappeared. he knows he could've shown up empty handed and you still would be happy to see him because it lifts a weight off your shoulders. so this was just going to be a perfect surprise.
when he opens the door, he finds you reading on the couch like usual. you offer him a soft smile before getting up to greet him with a kiss. tyson's heart flutters for a moment until he notices the undeniable amount of sorrow in your pretty eyes.
"hi, babe." he murmurs, kissing your forehead which earns him another small smile.
"hi, tys. errands go well?" you ask, but then catch a glimpse of the unusually large amount of bags in his hands. "what in the world did you get?"
"your usual coffee order," he begins, handing you the coffee with a happy glint in his eyes, "everything i need to make your favorite dinner and dessert later, and this." tyson pauses, gently placing the grocery bags on the counter before presenting the white box shaped like a house.
"you went to build-a-bear?" the question is full of laughter and confusion, but tyson just nods in response.
"i did. open it." he encourages you. you meet his gaze and then carefully begin opening the cardboard box. you have no idea what he's up to, but you go along with it anyway out of curiosity and it's obvious that tyson put a lot of thought into this.
inside is a stuffed animal puppy with a heart shaped name tag around its neck that looks almost exactly like your dog. the name tag even has your dog's name on it.
"ohmygod, tys," you whisper, holding the stuffed puppy in your hands so delicately. tears immediately well up in your eyes and you don't waste any time giving him the tightest hug ever. "you didn't have to do this, but thank you so much."
"i'd do anything for you, baby. and i know how hard it's been without her so i thought this might help. but there's something else." he explains, voice thick with emotion as he holds you close and presses a kiss to the top of your head. he squeezes the stuffed puppy just slightly and the familiar bark of your dog fills the room which only makes the tears start to fall. "i asked your mom for a recording of her happy bark as you always called it. so you always have a piece of her."
you can't think of any words that would be enough to properly thank him so you just hug him again, mumbling "i love you's" into his chest. he's the kindest boy you've ever known and the fact that he loves you will forever be your biggest blessing.
#asks#ask bre#my lovely friends#bre's 4 year tumblraversary!#tyson jost#tyson jost blurb#tyson jost blurbs#tyson jost fic#tyson jost fics#nhl fic#nhl fics#nhl imagine
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also hi pookie bear i'm about to get super cheesy fr but i really wanted to say that in the short amount of time i've been on tumblr i feel like the only way i have learned to understand my faves and to characterize them in a way that Feels So Real to me is all from you dude. ALL YOU. like when i say 'oh ari's just like me so he gets me' I REALLY DO MEAN IT because the way you talk about characters i like seriously resonates with me in a way i can't describe LIKE I FEEL SICK. its like I LOVE THEM MORE LOL in a very specific way. because AGAIN IT'S SO REAL TO ME??? in the 3 ish + years i've known you it always just hits me man. like i genuinely learn SOOOO much from you like SOOO much when it comes to such peak characterization. i will struggle to understand a character or like. tbh genuinely whenever i feel like i'm about to enjoy a character or wtv i go thru your #a.*character* tag to see what you had to say about them and then suddenly it all makes sense to me lol. ik many ppl have prolly said this to u BUT ITS SO TRUE LMAO like woah. and i feel like i can't love a character so much if i don't see your viewpoint on them because it makes sense to me more than the canon interpretation of a character LMAOOO. you've helped me learn to characterize when writing so much and ig thats one of the main reasons why i look up to u beloved bc ig it just means a lot to me that You Get It. yk? ANYWAYDSJHF i love you bro you're the most peak ever i adore u. THANK U FOR EXISTING ON THIS APP what the freak i would be soooo lost on fic if it weren't for ur thots <3
SORA MY MOST DEARLY BELOVED..... I WILL CRY AND THROW UP JUST FROM READING THIS ACTUALLY......
it makes me happy to hear that people find realism in my characterization and stuff i guess just in general because i really do think its the one facet of my writing im completely comfortable in and i put in a lot of effort to sort of humanize them and make them feel more idk tangible.... SO IN GENERAL I GUESS IT MAKES ME HAPPY WHEN IT STICKS BC I DO FREQUENTLY JUST YAP ITS GOOD TO KNOW IT MAKES A DIFFERENCE
also while i think canon is a good lens fanfiction usually requires another lens entirely u have to pull from it and a lot of specific characterization and how it translates to action can be subtextual and difficult to navigate. NOT THAT IM VERY GOOD AT WRITING SUBTEXT ITS ACTUALLY MY WORST NIGHTMARE.... but either way MY POINT IS THAT IM HAPPY TO DO THAT FOR YOU AND ILY!!!!!!
im holding u so gently and cradling you in my arms like a cat we are so locked in.... lets continue to be insane together đ«đ«đ«
#return to sender#hall of fame#when people tell me they find my characterization like resonant i get really excited bc i do try#i have a lot of critique of my writing my character voice i like so i get very happy#ANYWYAS SORA U ARE SO BELOVED TO ME ... I HAVE MISSED U GREATLY AND IM HAPPY U R ON TUMBLR AGAIN...
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Hello! I'm sending this to my favorite writers to enable you to brag about your own writings! (But don't feel pressured to reply and take your time!) :D
Pick one fic you wrote and would recommend to us readers for each of these genres:
Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/No Comfort, AU (any AUs!), Selfship (If you selfship!), [Insert a genre you've written but is not in the list].
Have fun, and just a reminder to always be proud of what you created!! You're amazing!! We love you!!! đ
Extra // Feel free to ramble on why the fic is your favorite, whatever thinking process you have when you wrote it, which part(s) are your favorite, etc!!
ahhhh this is such a cool ask to get, thank you so much!! also your favourite writers? and that includes me of all people??? donât mind me, someone might be cutting onions in here đ„șđ©”
i hope you donât mind me rambling, i might have gotten a little carried away ^^; (iâve also not really heeded the one per genre rule, iâm just bad at picking one or the other hshsh)
Fluff
one of each huh? i think weâre already running into a problem on the fluff genre, i donât really have anything to recommend, iâm afraid; none of them really stand out to me personally (that arenât aus or so), so iâd much rather talk more about my other works
Hurt / Angst
now to hop into the categories i really like talking about, hurt and angst!! :D out of anything comfort related, i think i like my period comfort scenarios for both obey me and twst. i wrote them to alleviate my own pains in a way, but itâs great to see other people getting comfort from them as well (also to all my folks who told me you felt included by the gn reader instead of a fem reader, i see you and i love you)
with the mushy gushy stuff out of the way, letâs dive into my absolute favourite genre to write ever, angst (no comfort hehe ^^); hereâs the problem to not list too many fics but iâll use my spare from not naming a fluff fic :]
long-time ramble and tag readers will know what to expect; what couldâve been is the first angst fic i really got into and couldâve easily been a series if i had thought about it at the time. while looking back on it, sure there are things i couldâve done better, but it still has a soft spot in my heart and despite the low notes, itâs the fic i got the best feedback on ever (those asks, comments and reblogs are so precious to me, you have no idea)
similarly a million miles away and the loneliest (same premise, different characters) are some of my favourites too. overall, in its entirety, i prefer the former, i think most parts in there came out very well. however, if i had to pick one part out of all eight that i would recommend, itâs xiaoâs part from the loneliest, it didnât gather as much attention as part 1 but my friends left so many amazing comments in my document and i myself love how it came out, which makes it so special to me
Selfships + OCs
while i do selfship, i hardly ever write about it on here (or much in general outside some hcs i pester some moots with); for one, i find it hard to write about, my thoughts seem to leave me the second i try to type them out. i also donât think many people are interested in the topic anyway and i hate feeling like iâm shouting into a void (iâm trying to keep a lid on how much i babble on dash anyhow, with varying amounts of success ^^;)
i thought i read ocs on the list, so iâll include them, as well, especially since i have a little more to say than about selfships, considering i post about some of them every now and then. dantalion and his story part have a special place in my heart, not only because he was the first oc i introduced, but also bc his part resonates with me most, i think. while not seen much of yet, i also took a liking to my twst oc cheron, i think heâs fun!! (ofc i like my other obey me ocs too but these two are ranked a little higher hshshs)
AUs
this one⊠might be obvious. i think we can all see the modern au coming from a mile away (perhaps even from a million miles away haha). itâs kind of the only au i have really going on but, even so, thereâs a reason my inbox fills up the second i mention it. though, when i wrote that piercer! xiao fic all that time ago, the au wasnât even a thing in my mind yet, funny how that works. itâs currently on a bit of a hiatus but itâs certainly not dead ^^;
more excitingly however, and as a treat for the people whoâve read this far into me rambling about my own writing, the aus in my drafts!! i want to work on all of them (and then work on none of them)
the oldest of the three iâm thinking about is my haikyuu isekai au. iâm 10k into the draft (plus like 2k notes) and i still think the premise and plot is super fun (i was thinking/hoping it would end up somewhere between 20k and 25k) buuut the problem is iâm currently stuck on one scene thatâs just not turning out fun at all, so iâve been neglecting it ever since ^^;
second on the list of aus that occupy my mind is my twst pokemon au!! this one is more recent but iâve been enjoying doing world building for it + the people iâve let read over my first draft of a intro seem to have liked it too!! iâll have to give more intense and focused thought to brainstorming the story weâd be follow, but i get excited every time i think about it hehe
and lastly, the most recent thing i worked on, an au for barbarian bakugo and⊠well i wonât say anything on the identity of the reader yet. it is a little enemies to lovers and i have already planned out part 2 in my head despite not even remotely finishing part 1. it doesnât help that the book iâm reading rn evolves the same themes and makes me think about it every time i look at it or pick it back up :]
(thereâs also an au i might want to write for mermay but idk if i can finish it in time + the bakugo au weighs heavy on my mind rn hshsh)
as a last point, iâm also keeping in mind that i had an event planned!! i havenât finalised it yet and havenât given much thought to my own entries but maybe i can get there some day (perhaps towards the end of the year?) ^^
anyway, thank you so much for indulging me and prompting me to talk about my writing, as you can probably tell, i love doing that haha and thank you again for the kind words, it really means the world to me <3
if you have any questions or thoughts on any of these, feel free to ask me!! iâd be happy to talk about any of this :> (though i canât promise fast repliesâŠ)
#ââ©ćœĄ divine correspondence âĄ#ââ©ćœĄ unsigned letter âĄ#i want to treasure this forever#also if any of you read this top to bottom you are the mvp(s)#if your picks differ from mine (or you have an opinion on a fluff fic) feel free to share it with me#iâd love to know what resonates with my readers <3
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tagged by @autisticwriterblog!!! thank you, đ€đ€đđ
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
on ao3 just 79! been posting there since 2015 but im a busy bee u_u
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
177103 đ
3. What fandoms do you write for?
The most I've written for in the past decade are Haikyuu -> Wolf359 -> Tma -> Alwake
4. Top five fics by kudos
Antropofagia (147) the one and only jon/martin ive ever written where web!martin eats a guy and then ponders about his humanity w/ his boyfriend
Lipstick Stains (143) Jon/Tim/Sasha fluff â„
The dance of the spider and the flame (126) web!martin/desolation!tim fluff (pseudo fluff? its fluffy to Me) w/ a side of meta
Ridiculous monster man (118) Jon/Tim angst đ
Un hombro en el cual dormir (86) Tsukki/Yama fluff â„
5. Do you respond to comments?
I try to! sometimes it takes me a Considerate amount of time but I always leave them unread until I get to do it ;o;
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
sticking to remedy (for this and the next question) id say Clouds of pink and storm, where Alice experiences the final reunion w/ Alan in aw:an but then wakes up, assuming it was merely a dream and that he's still dead ;_;
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Hypothermia where Alan gets out of the dark place and can finally sleep in peace surrounded by the people he loves â„â„â„
8. Do you get hate on fics?
one (1) time in my first tma fic, but I just deleted it and moved on ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ (joke on them bc that Is my most popular fic lmfao)
9. Do you write smut?
sometimes. I hate writing it almost as much as I like thinking abt it, which puts me on a difficult position đ
10. Craziest crossover?
đ¶ do not have one..
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I hope not!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
i translated many of my hq and w359 fics from spanish to english, if that counts!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
nope! im pretty protective of my stories... although I lowkey wanna try it sometime, making aus and stories with people is Fun ;o;
14. All time favourite ship?
ALL TIME FAVORITE is hard, but as of Right Now its alan/alice/barry and any permutation of those three â„ i love them ;o;
15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
the hannibalesque au... a martin/elias fic that was supposed to be my tma magnus opus, last time i opened it it was pushing 20k and quite literally only needed two scenes to be complete, but also thinking abt tma always puts me on such a sour mood and, while i love the ship, i couldn't care less about elias himself,,, still love the fic but god getting into the mindset to write it is hard to say the least Q_Q
16. What are your writing strengths?
id like to think characterization! and dialogue đ„°
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
larger plot...? thinking around specific scenes i wanna write sometimes gets tedious so i prefer writing snippets of stuff :/ also staying motivated on the thing đ
18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?
if done right it can add flavor to the story! but its a hit or miss and when it misses it can be soooooo so bad Q_Q i dont believe you Need beta reads for fics but in this case you Gotta have someone that speaks the language available, and Please dont just translate words at random
19. First fandom you wrote in?
phineas & ferb :') still got some one shots printed somewhere in my room lmao
20. Favorite fic you've written?
oof. hard to say. but I'll go with:
Desperately Safe (tma, peter/salesa) what if a charismatic yet highly paranoid man and the misanthropic heir of the lonely found refuge in each other? and they were both sailors?
Recognition Through Fear (tma, martin/annabelle) in which the resident "spider monster" lady who was formerly arachnophobic shows signs that she never Actually stopped being scared of them, and the resident "fear buffet" guy who hates her guts (yet loves spiders) tries to make her life just a little bit easier by carefully picking the spiders integrated to her skull. a small moment of kindness in an otherwise unkind world u_u
Hypothermia (alwake, alan/alice/barry) you know that one đ
tagging: @lostinthewoodsomewhere, @wolf-three-fifty-nine, @florallychaotic and @ilkkawhat đ€
#thank you for tagging me!! this was fun đ i hope to write more in whats left of the year :')#last year i just finished a bunch of tma wips i had laying around from previous years so what ive written already is already SO so much mor#which makes me happy â„#tani's personal shit#i have more fics but they're on ff.net pre 2015 so we're NOT talking abt those lmfao
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omg i just saw the ask game u can ignore this if you dont feel like it bcos i am pretty late but can i get:
1, 11 (if any) and 17!!! <3
I'd be happy to answer these Melk <3
[Ask game] answers below the cut đ
1. the character everyone gets wrong
I've read wonderful nanami fics and there are definitely ppl who write him well but it annoys me a bit when people write him as like a workaholic and a strict rule follower...i think its the glasses...
OH but I have been seeing some awful takes on shoko lately so maybe her sksjdsf. Like people got so upset bc she is apparently horrid and heartless as if she is not a jujutsu medic. She lost people just like everyone else, but just like everyone else she still has a job to do and a part to play. It makes complete sense to me that she can close off her personal emotions so she can get the job done. But god forbid a female character not behave exactly how you want and have a complete mental breakdown over best boy gojo (as if people wouldn't have complained about that too...)
11. number of fandom-related words you've filtered
43! Lol. A lot of them are variations of the same fandom/ship tho (there are a few ships I have both the ship and the anti tag blocked because i don't like the ship but the haters are little bitches abt it)
17. there should be more of this type of fic/art
Hmmm....generally I would say more sub character stuff but I've come across a decent amount of that in jjk fandom for choso and satoru so...
Tbh i think there should be more fantasy and or cryptid aus! I'm not saying there aren't any, but I haven't run across one in a while. I see mostly canon aus or modern aus (or maybe royalty aus) but I think we need more strange creature characters and readers. (JJK has great potential for eldritch horror characters imo)
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20 questions for fic writers
tysm @three-magpies-in-a-trenchcoat for the tag!!
How many works do you have on Ao3? 4
What's your total Ao3 word count? 13,296
What fandoms do you write for? i used to write for the Hermitcraft fandom, but i've discontinued the one fic i started for it and moved on to The Magnus Archives. i've got a couple story ideas for other fandoms, but idk if they'll go anywhere.
What are your top five fics by kudos? well, i've only got four! but from most- to least-kudosed, there's: - Double Trouble (Hermitcraft, rated G, incomplete multichapter) - Know What Can't Be Shown, Feel What Can't Be Known (TMA, rated T, oneshot) - Time Enough to Spend Some Time Alone (TMA, rated T, oneshot) - Here, Nowhere, Somewhere With You (TMA, rated G, oneshot) and i'm totally not salty my two most kudosed fics are an incomplete work and something i posted at 3am, respectively.
Do you respond to comments? hell yeah! i love answering comments <3
What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? gotta say Time Enough, bc it's more refined than its predecessor, Know What Can't Be Shown (man i really need to stop giving my fics such long titles, i always end up shortening them when referring to them). but for reference, both are pre-Unknowing jmart kiss fics; it's a favored headcanon of mine. Time Enough also spends more time musing on how Jon and Martin are feelingâthat is, they feel Bad. Absolutely Terrible. sad and scared, both for the Unknowing and for each other.
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Here, Nowhere, Somewhere, absolutely. the ending itself is pretty open, but Jon and Martin have reunited post-MAG 200, admitted they still love each other after its events, and found themselves Somewhere Else. it's the most hopeful.
Do you get hate on fics? not yet, thankfully. i'm not a well-known enough author for that lol.
Do you write smut? If so, what kind? i do not! and i doubt i ever will. props to everyone who does, though.
Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? i don't really write crossovers, at least none i ever planned to publish, but i do have a couple fusion AUs in the works (that is, taking one story's premise and combining it w/the characters of another). and funnily enough, both are based on songs.
Have you ever had a fic stolen? i sure hope not.
Have you ever had a fic translated? no. though if someone offered to, i'd be honored!
Have you ever co-written a fic before? technically? a friend of mine and i made a couple AUs for a few different MCYT fandoms that never really went anywhere, but i've never co-authored something that's made it to publishing.
What's your all time favorite ship? probably jonmartin. i've read a ridiculous amount of fanfic for them, and i think pretty much all my WIPs feature it if both Jon and Martin are there (sometimes i'll make them queerplatonic, and sometimes they'll be part of a poly ship like jongerrymartin, but jmart tends to be pretty Do Not Separate in my mind lmao).
What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? ages ago i was reading this one rom-com webcomic where two people wound up as roommates bc the landlord accidentally rented the single apartment to both of them, which i thought was a really cute premise, but then BAM there was some really awful transphobia in it. when called out in the comments, the author doubled down, so i snatched up the concept and decided "i'm gonna make this t4t out of SPITE." but uh i've found spite doesn't work very well as a fuel source for my work, and i can get the same awkward domesticity/mutual pining out of a safehouse fic, so it'll probably just stay buried in the WIPs folder.
What are your writing strengths? dialogue. or at least, making a character's dialogue sound like their voice. vocabulary, things like stammering or using filler words, cutting oneself off or pausing a bunch, that sort of thing. though sometimes the dialogue itself feels a little clunky. i also think i'm rather good at writing emotional scenes, especially once i'm in the editing stage of things.
What are your writing weaknesses? over-editing. my utter beloathed. i sometimes get really caught up in trying to make everything as clear as possible, when that just makes the work 5,000 words too long and takes way more time to do. i'm trying to be better about it.
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i think it's neat! but if you're monolingual you should read up on writing bilingual/multilingual characters beforehand, don't just wing it.
First fandom you wrote for? probably Pokémon? i'm not entirely sure.
Favorite fic you've written? Time Enough, hands-down. (though uh, hypothetically, if i wanted to make some small edits to it, would it be weird to do so? especially seven months after posting? there's a handful of lines i wish i'd phrased a bit differently.)
tags (no pressure!!): @radical-dadical-rafael @dramaticdads @winterswrandomness @ollieofthebeholder @ladydragonkiller @incandescentis @cornmazehater @jewishjon
#tag game#friday's fics#beloved mutuals#magpie tag#re: the edits for Time Enoughâi noted them all down a couple months ago#some of them are probably too minor and i won't end up changing them#but others bug me every time i re-read the thing#but also yknow it's been seven whole months and i'm like ''ehhh that's a long time maybe i should just leave it''#so i figured i'd ask you guys & get some second opinions
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20 questions for fic writers
tagged by: @merrilark
how many works do you have on ao3? None. but i do a large percentage of my fic reading on ao3. my acc is ells_bells
what's your total ao3 word count? uhhh also none
what fandoms do you write for? uhh ive written for my hero academia, a good amount of robert sheehan's cinematography, corpse bride, heaven's design team, dream daddy, and uhhh nijisanji en but finna drop a fuu-chan fic soon
what are your top 5 fics by kudos? uhhhhhhhh idk
do you respond to comments? why or why not? yes, i respond to comments when i get them. they make me giggle and kick my feet and i gobble them up.
what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? none of my fics have an angsty ending, besides the shitty two-shot i did of robert RPF where they never saw each other again after hooking up
what is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i like the lucien one bc i was feenin for a relationship at the time and just needed it. but any of the nsfw fics where any character has any satisfaction is a good ending to me
do you get hate on any fics? no
do you write smut? if so, what kind? egregious, down bad, horrifically horny smut
do you write crossovers? whats the craziest one you've written? the only crossover i think i wrote was klaus x luba x reader (sensual soliloquies), and that one wasn't even crazy. thats 100% a possibility to happen
have you ever had a fic stolen? no, i have not. im happy i havent. bc the thought makes me go????
have you ever had a fic translated? no, not that i know of.
have you ever co-written a fic before? no.
what's your all-time favorite ship? i have So Many. just ask me and i will scream.
what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? ummm the desire fic i started writing. when the sandman comes back, i may find the hyperfixation energy to finish it, but im not finishing it rn.
what are your writing strengths? um. idk. i know my writing is considered good....but idk why. mutuals pls inform me as to why. maybe my detailing?? idk
what are your writing weaknesses? dialogue description
thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i think its neat. but sometimes im like "ok this could be better" (see some of the miguel o' hara fics written with fuckshit spanglish)
first fandom you wrote for? i think it either the flash or harry potter.
favorite fic you've written? the one im about to post.
tagging with no obligation: @seancekitsch, @super-unpredictable98
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ocs masterpost (the main guys)
so you've stumbled upon my blog and you see me constantly talking about these characters to a mentally ill degree. and you're like, who are these people. WELL I'M GLAD YOU ASKED cause i haven't made an intro post about them yet aaaaaaaaaaa -
I WILL LINK IT HERE WHEN I MAKE ONE BUT FOR NOW. this post is mostly a tag breakdown because i love organizing things and thus have an insane amount of niche tags for them and now really want to have a list of them somewhere. main tag is molls' fucking creechurs. sometimes random ramble posts won't be tagged with that but art/more coherent rambles will definitely be. often i tag the incoherent rambles using niche tags even without the main tag.
gonna put a read more so i don't flood people's dashes when i post this!! tags will be separated into categories below the cut. because again, i am insane.
au tags
erm i have too many aus... its like. a problem
this list is just gonna keep growing i have 15 aus and counting. it all depends on when i actually post about them on here
fallen angel timeline: i only let myself call the tag "timeline" cause i realized fallen angel au would make it sound like its actually an angel au. FALLEN ANGEL IS THE NAME OF THE STORY OKAY it's just the dark timeline of my main lore okay. wade dies i'm so sorry
shooting star au: once again, just the name of the story... slightly better version of fallen angel where wade does not die bc i had too many ideas. lol
sgw au: stands for stained glass window, you'll notice that i like using glass imagery relating to v a lot. hehehe. shooting star au but it actually follows up-to-date lore because v didn't exist when i wrote fallen angel, aka wade and v actually met. this causes infinitely more trauma for everyone involved.
itwl au: au where v is agent 3. yes itwl stands for something. no i will not tell you what it is teehee
hexsquad au: au where my ocs replace the main characters in toh!!
owl house au: ORIGINAL au of my ocs set in the toh universe. not the same as hexsquad au. sobs
sd au: au where my ocs are magical girls (or, uh, magical kids?) in the universe of sleepless domain! VERY good comic i HIGHLY recommend reading it's sooo good
spiderverse au: au where my ocs are spider-people!!! hehehehe
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I have made so many posts at this point talking about why fratt just sucks as a pairing overall and how it went from this niche rarepair to one of the most annoying and ableist dd pairings of all time. I was THERE. I witnessed it transform into it right then and there bc I was an active fratt enthusiast with art all around. During that time there were a good amount of comics fratt fans that understood the assignment of "dumbasses being a couple and its funny" but more m/cu fans got into it and saw it as "lets infantilize the disabled man and exaggerate caretaker fetish to the extreme while also stripping away any personality these two have other than big strong man that curses like a sailor and soft uwu guilty* (using the term catholic guilt for everything bc if its matt it has to be catholic) catholic blind man who just NEEDS big strong man to take care of him" and it sucks. It really does suck to watching that happen. Out of all the mlm pairings within DD, I'd argue and say this one is the most egregious in terms of ableism and OOC bs (excluding m/cu mattfoggy which is another example of this but I'd argue that fratt is worse). These fics come across as the obvious of oh you've only taken word of fanon and seen gifsets of the show rather than actually watching the show and you know 0 of comics. And yet they add the "redhead matt" tag which justifies the dd comics tag to it. Also, even though theres only like what, 3 or 4 frankmike fics, the ones I've seen are in the vein of Mike being a character Matt made up. So it's fratt but with that extra layer of "hey remember when Matt would disguise himself a lot I remember that fun fact I read a post about him making up a twin brother without reading the comics <3". Sorry for coming in like this, I'm a certified fratt hater đđ€
i think it's still really funny that a really badly characterised mike in a frankmike fic was what snapped me out of my fratt phase because i realised how Weird the fanbase treats that ship
#tfw talking#anti mcu#I was once a fan now im a hater#that was my character development#casper if you see this youre the only one that gets where im coming from too ily
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ah! welcome back! even tho you didn't rly go anywhere for that long! we are both suffering together with hecticness I am currently in the middle of the most important exam season of my life so that's like. fun. also side note it makes me so weirdly happy to see all the different fic vibes tagged on your tumblr. its like welcome to the club baby you got your tag now your one of the kids. love seeing your growing catalogue and see you get more comfortable with writing and producing stuff (I think) when way back when when I first found kyis it was before I had an account and would just come back every month or so with the amount of chapters memorised. I remember the first time it changed from 17 to 18 I about had a heart attack. now I'm here writing this with two new whole sets of stories and being able to ramble at you and so many fun things have developed. and that's rly fun :) fanks for being swag ms swag <3
@hooomdooom fuck mood also girl im so sorry ur so strong and courageous and braver than any US marine!!!!!! u will get thru this i believe in u!!!! also ;~; thank u so much!!! that makes me so emotional to think that someone is tracking my "career" so to speak like that ;~; <3 i had no idea you've been reading for so long!!! i knew u read KYIS but wow chapter 17.....that was like....5 years ago or something...... :000 idk if I'm more comfortable producing stuff, i think i just am not putting as much effort into them as i did KYIS hahaha so I'm able to write faster/more. Cause with KYIS i'd go back and forth like....is this word or this other word better....what metaphor should i use here.....while now im just like fuck it! word vomit! Here Are All My Thoughts About Dean And Cas In No Order At All Enjoy!!!! so i'm glad u still are enjoying them despite that hahaha!! <3333 im so glad ur my friend now and we ramble at each other tooooo that's part of why i write more now too :)) bc i have friends to chat with it about!!!!! :DDD
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top 5 lines/artworks/fics/anything you've created during 2020 đ€Ș
i had to scrape together this shit bc ummmm i have barely done anything lmao. but thank u so so so much to the darling @wunder-kin and @letraspal and @parijpg and @caitybuglove23 for tagging me. you are all iNCREDIBLE creators im so so fucking honored yall tagged my clown ass for this. love u babes đ€Ąđđ
1. you're coming down, i'm warming up is absolutely my favorite creation of mine that i managed to make this year. im really proud of it and it makes me scream every time i look at the comments or the amount of ppl that have bookmarked it. pLUS it got FANART!?!?! which is the coolest fucking thing in the whole world.
2. the ratatouille carry on au with my sexy platonic soulmate @milo-fanarts
this is my favorite thing in the world its my icon for all my google accounts ajhwjwhq. the artist is ofc my darling rat @milo-fanarts
3. and 4. are two fics i didnt post lmao but here are two snippets from the doc i wrote them in. both i wrote for @lifeasafail bc im fucking obsessed with her đ€€đđ
this one is a quick oneshot where simon's a twitch streamer and games late at night when he has trouble sleeping and baz just. climbs into his lap.
and this one is a hurt/comfort where baz has trouble getting out of bed so simon helps him shower
5. A Lively Game is my quarantine fic i wrote for the carry on quarantine round robin that @xivz organized earlier in the year!!!! it was so much fun to write and has the whole gang playing uno and things get Insane ahaha.
i did write a shit ton of anime fanfiction this summer so im happy abt that even though i didnt post anything. i also completed an entire college creative writing class this year which was really fucking difficult but i did it!!!! and ended with a 107% in the class lmao.
no clue who's done this or not buuuut here are some lovely bitches: @bazypitchandsimonsnow @milo-fanarts @bahumdrum @theflyingpeach @adamarks @softersoftestmp3 @absolute-nightmare @jessethejoyful @rosebud-boi @the-lincyclopedia @maddy-does @cherrybaz @hekissesme @nonbaznary @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @fight-surrender and aNY cool sexy person who looks at this. yes thats yOU. tag me babes đđ
(if anyone wants to read the entirety of the snippets i posted up there lmk đđ)
#tag game#me the clown bitch#carry on fanfiction#fanfiction#i wish i was not so super mentally eel this year :/// hopefully next year i will have more to list kwnwjdjdj
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Ok but genuinely? Genuinely what the Fuck is Up with tumblrs tagging system???? I realize its basically a joke at this point and i cant expect it to fix it self but.
Ive made two unique tags for my art right??? "#Haeroniel draws" for everything and "#Haeroniels 2021 inktober" bc idk this is how it used to work?? You'd make an art tag and link it on your blog and everyone can find your art in one convenient place/all is archived for you! But for the life of me all my posts wont show up in those tags.
Right now i think if i look up the inktober tag on my blog all 4 posts show up which is fine. Look tumblr wide? Only 3 show up if youre lucky (and not the one with most notes mind u!!!) Looking up my art tag on my blog shows some and the tumblr wide even less? Like for the most part both have my two most successful posts, and they might have the two most recent (yeah thats it for all not inktober related, im such a poster lmao) but then even if theyre all tagged very similarly, only 1 or maybe 2 posts for inktober show up?
Ughhhhhh. Makes me kind of understand why people have pinned masterposts now. Like im sorry but ive been here long enough that i thought it was just a weird carryover from newer social media like the tag lists and thought nah thats silly i dont want that. But now?? I cant even look up my own tags for myself to see my own art reliably archived.... And thats VERY frustrating, and yea i currently dont have my art tag linked bc havent set up my desktop page etc in a while but? How is anyone who might care even a little bit supposed to see my stuff?
The inktobers are some beasts of posts i will grant that, like 5 images top to bottom and description for all and then a bunch of tags? Its a lot! I know it is. But i wanna finish the lot bc im so close (minus a few that just need refining, i only have 4/10 of the ones left not drawn!!) And thanks to some suggestion i am considering maybe maybe maybe posting the last 10 (or at least 5/10) as individual posts rather than a big cluster. Itd feel nice to populate my art tag w more posts! Maybe give them a fighting chance to get reblogged bc its less of a threshold than reblogging 5 very different concepts all together. ToBut then again. If barely any show up with the sparse amount i have now? Is it worth it?
Also i just. Suddenly feel awful using all the tags i do on my posts to be seen, like tagging it /dinluke/skydalorian/din djarin/luke skywalker/star wars/the mandalorian/etc... Bc idk? I feel like most people would follow all the above tags, and what if me posting my shit in all of them is annoying bc then even if you mildly liked my stuff, seeing it over and over makes you hate it? Like im intruding all at once in a lot of spaces with super cool artists....
And like, i knoooow that notes arent everything and i should learn to post again just bc i like what ive done, wanna share and archive it. But doing something i like and i thought others would too? And it doing really badly? Uh. Stings! Makes me feel like ive fucked up posting it and shouldnt. Feels selfish and obnoxious to post more, to demand more attention to my garbage content
Im letting my brain get mean where it doesnt need to....
Anyway... If you've happened to read this (im sorry but thank you!) Pls like, let me know in reply or anon ask or smth if im completely over thinking it and should just, post more (i.e. post the inktobers when theyre done individually, rather than trying to make up the whole batch before posting them as those hunks of post that dont do very well) And also, if maybe i should make one of those pinned masterposts? Like even just to have for myself/anyone new who clicks on my blog (under a read more bc long unavoidable posts suck), where i link individually everything i post on top of the tags i already have?
Thank u kind souls who care about me even a lil bit in the tumblr void <3 <3 <3<3
#art woes#tldr: not even all of the sparse posts ive made in my own unique art tags show up when searched!!#also im insecure abt posting more and like#should i?? should i make a masterpost? bc i guess maybe thats just what modern dar tumblr needs for you to manually make an archive#of your posts rather than being able to rely on their tag system...
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