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MOONVEIL SHORES ANNOUNCEMENT!!

Hiya everyone!! Recently I've been working on a project. Not all of it is written or finished but I have a base and foundation.

I would like to make a mini series!! Wether it's Minecraft, Animated, whatever it may be, I'd like to make it.

As of right now, I'm looking for editors, animators, voice actors and artists!

Anyone above the age of 17+ may join. I will verify who you are either through Instagram or TikTok whatever you are comfortable with giving.

If you plan to be voice acting, you will read the line, send in an audio (or blank video) of yourself voice acting the given script and I will pick what fits best.

It's lgbtq+ friendly and I hope it's a fun experience for everyone. I have most of the main cast characters written for already and a bases on how I want to write this out.

I have a discord with alot more information, reach out to me through DM's if your interested in joining this with me!! That's all♡

(Repost/response are appreciated)

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THANK YOU!! I LOVED IT!! 🥰

Even though it was short, I still love it. You did justice to Gwen's kindness.

Sad thought: It's gonna be heartbreaking when the years pass, they're together, and Gwen gets older while the reader doesn't age.

Oh my gosh the way my heart broke😭😭

I'm glad you liked it, I apologize for it being so short, there's a single thought of maybe doing a part 2 for it but we shall see♡♡

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I wanna make a request for Princess and Gwen x reader! From CPC. I love her character!

Scenario: Wolverine reader. The reader works alongside Curtis at the CPC, because they have nowhere to go and are wanted by their Kingdom for slaughtering a bunch of knights. They are labeled a freak by society because of their mutant abilities.

I wanna see the interaction with Gwen🥰 , like a scene where she sees them SHing with their bone claws. Gwen is extremely concerned, like "Doesn't that hurt?" Only for the injury to heal rapidly. "Does it hurt when those come out?" Gwen is such a sweetheart, I swear.

The reader has a temper at first (classic Wolverine) and doesn't understand why Gwen cares about them, but they slowly warm up to her.

Rhhh I loved this request, Im so so sorry for getting to this so late, Ive been busy getting my shit together and working on a big project so I apologize<3

Doesn't that hurt?

Cursed Princess Club: Gwen x Fem!Wolverine!Reader

Gwen paused outside the greenhouse door, her slipper catching on a vine curling along the path. The glass was fogged, but she could make out a figure moving inside. Her heart sped up when she realized it was you.

She opened the door slowly.

“Hey…? Are you—” Her voice caught.

You were hunched over a wooden bench, back to her. Your coat was tossed aside, and your arms were bare—muscled, scarred, and shaking. Bone claws jutted from your knuckles, ivory-white and cruelly curved, dripping with your own blood. You were dragging the edge of one against your forearm in slow, practiced motions.

She gasped. “W-what are you doing?!”

You froze. In one fluid motion, your claws retracted with a sickening shlick, and the wounds along your arm began to close, muscle and skin knitting together before her eyes.

Gwen took a stumbling step forward. “You’re—healing? But… you were hurting yourself. Doesn’t that hurt?”

You looked at her, jaw clenched. “Yeah. Of course it hurts.” You stood, looming a little. “Why do you care?”

Gwen blinked rapidly. “Because you’re hurting.”

You snorted and turned away. “You sound like Curtis.”

“I sound like someone who cares,” she said gently. “And I’m not going to walk away just because you’re scary-looking or growl at me.”

You turned back, brows knit. “You saw the posters, didn’t you? Murderous mutant. Unfit for society.”

“I saw someone sitting alone in the garden who didn’t eat dinner,” she replied, taking another step closer. “I saw someone hurting and trying to hide it behind claws.”

You blinked, thrown off by her sincerity. You’d faced spears, exile, and worse. But this soft-spoken princess who fainted at the sight of bruises? She was standing her ground.

“…You’re not afraid of me?” you finally muttered, voice low.

Gwen looked down at your still-bloody hand, then slowly reached out, her fingers brushing your palm. “I don’t think being afraid and being gentle are opposites. But no—I’m not afraid of you.”

You swallowed thickly, something tugging behind your ribs. “You’re weird.”

Gwen smiled—sweet and shy. “You’re the first person here who’s said that like it’s a compliment.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then your hand turned, hesitating before curling your fingers around hers.

“…They do hurt. When they come out,” you admitted in a near whisper. “But I’ve felt worse.”

Gwen squeezed your hand gently. “Then maybe… you don’t have to do it alone anymore.”

You looked at her—really looked—and for the first time in years, you didn’t feel like a freak. Just… a person someone wanted to understand.

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I should no longer have access to masks...

I've officially joined the 'Masktok' community.

If I can somehow get 200 followers I'll put up one of the videos...cuz why not.

I highly doubt it'll happen but hey why not

SEND IN REQUESTS PLEASE 🙏

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A glimpse of poetry because Since I Saw Vienna has been playing repeat....

From inside the lines

What makes music harder for most

When inspiration bleeds through heartbreak

And the lyrics come from tears of ache and pain

We wonder why it takes so long, it's simply only just a song..

Your a star, how hard could it be right? You were given the world at your feet, no

You had to fight through recklessness and harassment

Words of torture and embarrassment

I hope it's over for you soon

I see it in your eyes, I've seen it on your face

I saw it in the way your presence faded in the absent years

While the world threw slander and dug you a grave

You were ready to face it, a smile adorned on your gentle face

God I wonder what it had to take just to stand on that stage

For people to hate but some to scream your name

You went through so much pain.

Please light that flame, keep it alive, don't keep it tame

People know better than to bring your name to shame

It's good to see you come back and play for thousands of people so far away...

What makes your music hard for most?

When your inspiration bled through your heartbreak

When lyrics came from your depression and pain

We all wondered why it took so long

For simply, it was only a few songs.

Sorry for not updating, I had a party this weekend and it was a long one😭🙌

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Ughhhhh 😵‍💫🙌😫🫶

Guys, it's been 5 months and one day since my Cedric obsession started

Happy 5-month anniversary pookie pie 😍🫶🏼

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BWAHAHA HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

I'm 19 now....that's weird BUT YAAAAAYYYYY.

Anyway, I'll be updating later!!

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Misunderstood By Society (6)

Asylum Patient! Konig x Doctor! GN! Reader

Warnings: Posted here

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The box of activities in my arms wasn’t much. Simple things—some puzzles, a few basic sketch pads, even a stress ball. It wasn’t about the activities themselves. It was about control. König had none in this place. Every decision, every movement, every choice was made for him. I wanted to change that, even in small ways.

But first, I had to get his food.

I made my way to the meal cart, already spotting Jacobs lingering nearby. I should have expected him. He leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Didn’t take you for a babysitter, doc," he mused, his voice thick with faux charm. "Bringing the big guy toys now?"

I didn’t take the bait, simply setting down the box and reaching for König’s tray. The moment I lifted the lid, my stomach turned.

The food was bland—overcooked, dry, and utterly unappetizing—but that wasn’t what caught my attention.

It was the faint, crushed-up remnants of something mixed into the potatoes.

I frowned, glancing at the kitchen staff behind the counter. "What is this?"

One of them hesitated, looking over at Jacobs, who didn’t bother to hide his grin.

"Standard procedure," he said smoothly. "Gotta make sure the big guy gets his meds one way or another."

I scoffed, shaking my head. "And this is the best you could do? Bland, disgusting, and drugged?" I looked back at the tray. "No wonder he doesn’t eat."

Jacobs’ smirk didn’t falter. "You’re new here, doc. You don’t get how things work."

I exhaled through my nose, turning fully to face him. "Oh, I understand just fine. I understand that König reacts to you the way he does because he distrusts you. And do you know why, Jacobs?" I tilted my head slightly, my voice eerily even. "Because you treat him like an animal."

The grin on Jacobs’ face twitched, just slightly, before hardening into something else.

I saw the shift in his posture, the way his muscles tensed, the way his jaw clenched. He wasn’t used to people calling him out.

He took a step forward, lowering his voice. "Careful, doc," he murmured, his tone dripping with warning. "You’re playing a dangerous game. You’re new. They can replace you just as fast as they hired you."

I didn’t flinch. Didn’t react.

Instead, I simply smiled.

Not a kind one.

A cold one.

"Then I guess we’ll see who lasts longer."

Jacobs' eyes flickered with something unreadable, something dark, before he huffed a quiet laugh and backed off. "Suit yourself."

I grabbed König’s tray, picking up my box of activities, and walked away without another word.

When I returned to König’s room, he was where I left him—sitting on the floor, his hood drawn low, his posture stiff but less guarded than before. His eyes flicked to the tray in my hands.

I set it down in front of him before carefully removing the plate and wiping the mashed potatoes clean with a napkin. The faint traces of crushed medication smeared onto the paper, proof of what had been hidden there.

König’s gaze lingered on my movements.

I pushed the plate toward him. "It’s out. You can take the pills when you’re ready."

He didn’t move at first.

Then, slowly, his fingers curled around the fork. He picked at the food, shoving the vegetables aside until only the meat remained.

I made another note: He only eats the meat.

The water sat untouched.

I noticed the subtle way his fingers twitched toward it before retracting.

He was hesitant. Suspicious.

I picked up the napkin, holding it up so he could see the powdery remnants. "See?" I said quietly. "It was in the food, not the water."

His fingers flexed again.

A long silence stretched between us before he finally reached for the cup.

He didn’t drink right away.

But he held it.

And for now, that was enough.

The small table between us felt like a fragile boundary, something uncertain but unbroken. I had spread out the activities—simple things, nothing complicated. I wanted to see what he gravitated toward, what caught his interest.

König eyed them warily, his large hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. The pencil I had set near the notepad remained untouched. His fingers twitched toward it but never quite closed around it.

Minutes passed before he finally picked it up.

I didn’t move. Didn’t offer guidance. I just watched.

He held it awkwardly, his grip too tight, his movements stiff. When he tried to press it to the paper, it barely scratched across the surface, the pressure uneven. His breathing changed—shallow, irritated. The tip of the pencil snapped, and he gritted his teeth.

His fingers flexed, and the pencil rolled from his grip onto the floor. He didn’t pick it up.

Instead, he reached for the puzzle.

I wrote in my notes without making a sound. Hesitant with fine motor skills. Difficulty gripping pencil. Signs of memory loss? Discomfort? Frustration.

The puzzle pieces were large, meant for children, but he didn’t seem to care. He worked through them slowly, his massive fingers surprisingly careful as he fit the edges together.

Then, quietly, he mumbled.

The first time, I thought he was speaking to me.

But then I realized—

He was talking to himself.

His voice was low, muttering in German and occasionally switching to English. It wasn’t nonsensical. It was structured, like a conversation.

"Here? No—there. That piece is wrong."

A beat of silence.

Then—

"No, it fits—see?"

A pause.

"It does not. Try again."

He was responding to himself.

Like two halves of his mind were speaking to each other.

I kept writing. Conversational murmuring. Auditory hallucinations? Inner dialogue?

I didn’t react. Didn’t try to stop him.

König’s fingers trembled slightly when he got a piece wrong, his breathing uneven. He paused, his hood dipping forward, hands curling into fists before relaxing again.

Still, I said nothing.

He noticed.

"You are quiet." His voice cut through the room, sharp and suspicious.

I looked up from my notes. "Do you want me to speak?"

He stiffened, clearly not expecting the question. His fingers twitched again. "You are a doctor," he muttered. "You are supposed to… show me how it is done."

I set my pen down. "Do you want help?"

Silence.

His shoulders tensed. His fingers tapped against the table once—twice. His head tilted slightly beneath the hood, something unreadable in his posture.

He didn’t answer.

And I didn’t press.

I leaned back in my chair. "I believe people should ask for help when they need it," I said simply. "After they’ve tried to find a solution first."

König’s breathing was slow, measured. He reached for another piece of the puzzle.

This time, he fit it in correctly.

He exhaled—quiet, barely noticeable. But I noticed.

And I wrote it down.

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I'm baaaacckkk-

Okay, I am very sorry for such a long absence.

I went through quite a bit after January and it stunted alot of my time and motivation. I went through some tough family situations, a breakup and some other job related complications. I apologize to everyone who sent in any requests but I am starting fresh.

Inbox is officially OPEN to take requests!!

I will be updating the Misunderstood by Society story more seeing as an author reached out and offered help for me to write it! I plan on making it a real book and will have to change Konig's name but it wont change when posted on here!

I also want to greatly thank everyone for the likes and reposts I've been getting and all the support you have given!

I am SO glad to be back and hopefully I can keep my motivation this time!

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Little Blurr

V x Fem! Drone! Reader

....if y'all couldn't tell- I've got a soft spot for V and there's not enough writings on her....I also love this idea, especially when Uzi jumps onto her like a lil parasite omg..

Anywayyy enjoy!! I will be taking a break of some other writings to do requests!!!

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V stalked through the rusted remains of the factory, her processors already bracing for impact. It always came at the worst times—just as she was focusing, just as she let her guard down. A blur of black and yellow would come screaming from the ceiling or an air vent, latching onto her like a parasite. And every time she peeled the annoying little cockroach off, Y/n would have some smug, flirty remark ready.

But today?

Nothing.

V made it across the main floor without so much as a rustle from the rafters. No blur of metal limbs. No annoying weight suddenly clinging to her shoulders.

She should’ve been relieved. She wasn’t.

Fifteen more steps. No pounce.

Okay. Weird.

V’s optics flickered, scanning her surroundings. The place was silent—too silent. Normally, by now, she’d be yanking Y/n off and enduring some dumb quip like, "Miss me? You’re really bad at dodging, babes." But all she got was the distant creak of metal in the wind.

Her claws flexed, irritation bubbling up.

“Alright,” she snapped, voice echoing off the steel walls. “Where the hell are you?”

Silence.

V’s eye twitched.

She marched forward, kicking over a rusted crate. “What, you finally got bored of being insufferable?” Another crate went flying. “Or did someone finally squish you? ‘Cause if so, I wanna shake their hand.”

Still nothing.

Her frown deepened. She hated this. It was too quiet, too still. It made her chest feel—ugh—weird.

V whirled around, optics glowing. “If you don’t drop on me in the next ten seconds, I’m gonna find you and rip your stupid little—”

She didn’t get to finish.

A weight slammed onto her back, sending her stumbling forward. Arms wrapped around her shoulders, legs locking around her waist.

“Aw, V, I knew you cared~” Y/n cooed, chin resting on V’s head.

V froze. Then her claws clenched.

“YOU LITTLE—” She yanked Y/n off, holding her up by the collar like an oversized cat. “Where the hell were you!?”

Y/n smirked. “Oh? Did you miss me~?”

V’s circuits shorted for half a second before she let out an exasperated groan, throwing Y/n into the nearest scrap pile. “I HATE YOU.”

Lying in the heap, Y/n just grinned, optics twinkling with mischief.

Oh yeah. V was so doomed.

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ITS FIXED NOW!! CHAPTER 4 AND 5 ARE UP!

DAMMIT.

Okay so part 4 of Misunderstoof by society disappeared but luckily I saved it in my notes...

Gonna have to delete 5, put 4, then repost 5 again...IM SORY GUYS IM SO SORRY....I'll be updating my ML as well ugh

Thank you to the person who commented on which part it was, I would've never noticed that if it weren't for you😭😭😭😭❤️

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Misunderstood By Society (5)

Asylum Patient! Konig x Doctor! GN! Reader

Warnings: Posted here

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I let the conversation flow, keeping it light, keeping it human. I talked about small things—books I had read, places I had visited, even the weather outside, though König probably hadn’t seen the sky in a long time.

He responded in sharp, clipped sentences, his tone always edged with something cold. His words were blunt, sometimes outright rude, but I didn’t react. If he was trying to push me away, he’d have to try harder than that.

It wasn’t until I noticed the subtle shift—the absence of Jacobs’ shadow behind the mirror, the guards no longer lingering—that I finally steered the conversation where I needed it to go. His treatment.

“König,” I said evenly. “Tell me about what they do to you.”

His entire posture changed.

His fingers twitched. His shoulders tensed. His breath came out just a little harsher. I saw it coming before it happened. His aggression flared like a match striking against stone.

*“You think I want to talk about that?”* His voice was sharp, rising in volume. His heavy boots scraped against the floor as he shifted, his entire body coiled with pent-up frustration.

I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. He wanted a reaction. I refused to give him one.

I stayed still, my hands resting loosely in my lap, my breathing slow and even. “I think you don’t have to,” I murmured. “But I also think you want someone to listen.”

His fists clenched. His chest heaved. He was fighting something—himself.

For a moment, I thought he would snap. That he would grab the table, flip it, storm off, yell, something.

I spoke again. Soft. Steady. Grounding.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me, König.”

Something in him stilled. His breathing slowed. His fists loosened.

Then, as if something inside him finally caved in, he sank to the floor in front of me, his massive frame hunched, his head slightly bowed.

I let the silence settle before speaking again.

“Things are going to be different now.”

König let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Different?”

“Yes.”

I wasn’t Jacobs. I wasn’t the guards. I wasn’t here to break him—I was here to help.

He scoffed but said nothing. I took that as an opportunity. “Tell me how they treat you.”

He was silent for a long time. Then—

“They taunt me,” he muttered. “Mock me. They force me. Hit me. Tase me.” His breathing grew uneven. “They cage me like an animal....Im not an animal- Im not supposed to be here! I need to be out. They need to let me out!"

My heart clenched. But my face remained neutral. His anger rose but I chose to refrain from engaging.

I had suspected something was wrong, but hearing it from him made it worse.

He had been fighting back because he had to. Because the people meant to help him had become the very thing he needed to be protected from. I met his gaze. “That won’t happen anymore.”

He let out another low, bitter laugh. “And why should I believe that?”

“Because I’m going to be here more than Jacobs now,” I said simply. “And because I won’t force you to take medication you’re not supposed to.”

That made him pause.

I leaned forward slightly. “I don’t believe in unnecessary pills. I believe in natural medicine. Things that actually help rather than subdue.” König didn’t speak, but I could tell he was listening.

“You’ve been given drugs to control you, not to help you,” I continued. “I don’t want you drugged into obedience. I want to figure out what actually works for you." A long silence stretched between us.

Then, finally, König shifted. His fingers flexed slightly, like he was mulling something over. “…We will see,” he murmured, voice quieter now.

It wasn’t trust.

Not yet.

But it was something.

A start.

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Misunderstood By Society (4)

Asylum Patient! Konig x Doctor! Gn! Reader

Warnings :Posted here

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The silence between us stretched, heavy but not suffocating. I remained still, keeping a respectful distance, my hands loose at my sides—neither defensive nor threatening.

König hadn’t moved at first, just watching me from beneath his hood. I could feel his stare, could feel the weight of it pressing down on me, analyzing, waiting.

Then, slowly, his large hand reached for the paper cup on the table.

I didn’t react, didn’t make a sound, only kept my posture relaxed as he lifted his hood just enough to expose his mouth. I barely caught a glimpse of his pale skin, the sharp cut of his jawline, before he tipped the pills into his mouth and swallowed them dry.

I made a mental note: Refuses water. Either out of habit or distrust.

Behind the two-way mirror, I could almost hear the stunned silence from Jacobs and the guards. They had expected a fight, a struggle. Instead, they got this—quiet cooperation.

I turned my attention back to König. He had tensed again, his hands gripping the edge of the table like he was waiting for something. A reprimand? A sarcastic comment? I wasn’t sure.

So I did the opposite.

I spoke.

Softly, steadily.

But not about him. Not about his medication. Not about the asylum.

"Back home, I had a neighbor who kept pigeons," I said, keeping my voice even. "He used to feed them by hand every morning, and they’d always come back to him."

König didn’t move. He didn’t respond, either, but he didn’t tell me to shut up.

I continued. "One day, a hawk showed up, and the pigeons wouldn’t land anymore. They were too scared. The neighbor was frustrated, thought they had abandoned him." I exhaled through my nose, a small huff of amusement. "But I told him they weren’t gone. They were just waiting for the hawk to leave."

Another beat of silence. Then—

"What is your point?"

His voice was sharp, edged with something unreadable, and thick with an Austrian accent. His words were clipped, like he wasn’t used to speaking much.

I didn’t react to his tone. Didn’t flinch, didn’t stiffen. Instead, I turned slightly, tilting my head at him in mild curiosity.

"My point?" I mused. "Maybe the pigeons aren’t the problem. Maybe the hawk is."

A pause. His grip on the table tightened. I could almost hear the way his teeth clenched behind the fabric of his hood.

"You think I am the hawk?" His words had a bite to them, an almost mocking edge.

I considered that for a moment, then shook my head. "No. I think you’re the one waiting for it to leave."

His breath hitched, just slightly, before he scoffed—sharp and quiet. "You think you are very smart, ja?"

I smiled faintly. "No. Just observant."

His head tilted slightly, like he was studying me, weighing my words.

I didn’t press him. I didn’t need to. Instead, I did something simple—something human.

I extended my hand.

A handshake.

A basic, polite gesture. One that said, I acknowledge you. I see you.

His posture went rigid, as if he wasn’t sure what to do with the gesture. He stared at my outstretched hand like it was something foreign, something unfamiliar.

For a long moment, he didn’t move.

Then, just as I thought he wouldn’t take it—

His fingers twitched.

And slowly, cautiously, he reached out.

His hand dwarfed mine, rough and scarred, his grip firm but not crushing.

It lasted only a second before he pulled away, retreating slightly like he had just given something away.

I didn’t comment on it. I simply nodded, as if that single moment had said enough.

Behind the mirror, I knew Jacobs was seething, the guards stunned.

But I didn’t care.

I wasn’t here to control König.

I was here to understand him.

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DAMMIT.

Okay so part 4 of Misunderstoof by society disappeared but luckily I saved it in my notes...

Gonna have to delete 5, put 4, then repost 5 again...IM SORY GUYS IM SO SORRY....I'll be updating my ML as well ugh

Thank you to the person who commented on which part it was, I would've never noticed that if it weren't for you😭😭😭😭❤️

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A Mark of a Memory

Cedric x GN! Reader

I HC Cedric to have a back tattoo of Wormwood- .....Like...Genuinely love the thought of it so here's the inspiration. I could not find the artist so if you know them PLEASE TELL ME BC THE ART IS SO BEAUTIFUL ♡

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The soft glow of candlelight flickered around Cedric’s chamber, casting long shadows across the room. The air was warm, comfortable, filled with the faint scent of aged parchment and brewing potions. Y/N lay sprawled across Cedric’s plush bed, book in hand, idly flipping through pages while awaiting his return from a long day of assisting King Roland.

Cedric sighed, pulling off his robe with practiced ease, the heavy fabric slipping from his shoulders. Y/N glanced up just as he let his vest and button-up fall next, revealing his bare back. Their breath hitched.

There, inked across his pale skin, was an intricate tattoo—a circle of ancient spell symbols wrapping around the center of his back. And within it, a raven, wings spread wide, as though mid-flight.

Y/N sat up, setting the book aside. “Cedric…” Their voice was quiet, reverent, as if afraid to disturb the moment.

Cedric stiffened slightly, a faint shiver running down his spine. “W-what?” He glanced over his shoulder, cheeks already flushing.

Moving closer, Y/N let their fingers lightly trace one of the symbols, marveling at the precision of the design. “I never knew you had a tattoo,” they murmured, letting their fingertips drift toward the raven. The detail was stunning, each feather etched with such care that it almost looked alive.

Cedric swallowed hard, his muscles tensing beneath their touch. “It’s—It’s not exactly something I flaunt,” he stammered, his voice catching as Y/N’s fingertips ghosted over the raven’s wing. “It’s… a remembrance. For Wormwood.”

Y/N’s expression softened. They knew the history between Cedric and his former familiar—how Wormwood had once been his trusted companion before betraying him. To carry that memory so permanently on his skin… it spoke volumes.

Cedric gasped softly as Y/N traced along the edge of the raven, barely suppressing a shudder. “You’re—ah—making this rather difficult,” he muttered, his ears burning.

Y/N chuckled. “Difficult?”

He turned slightly, shooting them a look that was meant to be annoyed but came off more flustered. “I—It tickles,” he admitted, voice laced with something shy, something vulnerable.

Y/N smirked and tugged him toward the bed, guiding him gently until he was laying across their lap, arms folded beneath his chin. “Then let’s make it worse,” they teased, resuming their slow, feather-light tracing.

Cedric groaned into the sheets, but he didn’t protest. His breath hitched when Y/N’s fingers followed the curve of his shoulder blades, dipped along the runic circle, then glided down the spine of the raven. His body melted into their touch, tension unraveling with every lazy caress.

“You’re enjoying this,” Y/N observed, voice full of amusement.

Cedric huffed, though his tone lacked any real annoyance. “I will neither confirm nor deny.”

Y/N grinned, leaning down to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. “Good. Because I’m not stopping anytime soon.”

Cedric let out a quiet, contented sigh, completely at their mercy. Maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind.

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I would like to add onto this-

Explaining plans to do evil things to his birdie... THE EYES???? 9/10

Learning a Lil something new I guess, ain't he just a cutie tho?? 8.5/10

"You wouldn't be here if you didn't, would you?" Face??? MMMMM Yes. 7.9999999999/10

He is serving sass. That's it. Broad, confident, SASS. 10/10 all the way

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I highkey need cedric photos and memes in my life rn por favor 🥺❤️

Memes? They will come shortly. Photos? I’ll show you some of my select favourites!! 

First we have the sneaky whisper™ which is an easy 10/10 for me. Look at the side lean, the raise of his eyebrow and that SMIRK THAT SIDE SMIRK THE LITTLE CURL IN HIS LIPS OH MY GOD. 

this one’s a gif but absolute nerds who pretend to know what they’re talking about when they actually don’t but having the utmost confidence with a stupid grin on their face while doing it will always be my kryptonite 8/10.

...do I need to explain this one? 9/10

Cedric was honestly That Bitch for season 1 and most of season 2 and I loved it 10/10

baby boy.. just... baby <3 11/10

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Injecting this art into my bloodstream🌹🌹🌹

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