#Hex Lamb

[blueey-jayzilla]

The 7 lambs!

Bit of a design practice

[watermel0ns-dumb-cringe]

"You can't shade with black" wrong. Go my hex maniac but drawn over into jane

[daily-hex-maniac]

cult of da hex

[cosmica-candy]

Faceless deer glitch.

[kickinghex]

intro :))

hellooo!!

my name is hex (no it isn’t arcane related 😭) she/him pronouns 19

interests: arcane, lol, hannibal, film, ptp, wwdits, twd, saw, dc universe, hilda, cm,

video games i play (n love): lol, minecraft, bg3, cult of the lamb, dbh, tlou, lollipop chainsaw, silent hill, cof, res evil, mk1, tf2, sims 4

i do art, reading, writing, n oc making lol

warnings: gore/violence, nsfw, spoilers

starting to write soon! please do write requests and asks :))

(ofc i will be putting warnings in my posts with cw beforehand)

[meownotgood]

ok I'm awake and a little more sentient. there is a whole lot of stuff I really really like about the episodes but I think my main disappointment right now is just that. viktor became the machine herald because of his own conviction. he forced himself to become stronger, specifically attempted to remove his own emotions because he felt they made him weak. but now this viktor just gets thrust into this situation, like the hexcore is just manipulating him to do whatever the fuck, he didn't even get to choose what he wanted because jayce chose it for him

[bloodyarn]

                                     ✱ 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .

                  𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 / 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

  ▌ ❛  you were the best thing that's ever happened to me.  ❜ ( for hagsi )  「 @bloodtwin 」  

       Rummaging  through  the  vessel's  memories       quite  curiously,  the  hag  was  making  out  why  the  other  said  the  things  he  did.  Comparable  to  riding  an  old  horse  which  was  unthankful  for  its  new  jockey    —    this  small,  delicate  body.

Eventually,  she  hit  the  spot.  A  fickle  romance,  was  it  not    ?    Tragic,  how  it  ended.  Their  bond  ripped  apart  within  mere  minutes.

Still,  the  fey  spared  only  a  disgusted  twitch  of  her  upper  lip.  Babette  was  not  exactly  happy  to  play  a  doting  lover,  but  oh  how  FUN  it  will  be  to  play  with  Puck's  heartstrings  .  .  .

      ❝ Hmm,  the  feeling  is  very  mutual. ❞     Was  it,  really    ?    ❝  I'm  so  glad  you  did  not  lose  any  feelings  now  that  I  reached  a  higher  potential,  Pucky. ❞

      And  it  sounded  like  sour  honey  .  .  .

[rattling-reverberations]

The Sounds From All Around

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[geolyte]

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Amir Beckett x Gen Reader

Romantic Dating Headcanons

☆Warning(s) Mention of Anxiety

☆Author Note(s) Well, here's my two cents and a paper clip. Sorry it's so short, I've been focusing a lot of school lately, and it's killing me. But I hope you still enjoyed it. Warframe is underrated, even so Amir. I need more fanfics on him asap.

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☆ Holy lord this man.

Amir Beckett is a very silly character with some deep emotions going around.

As he says in the game, you are the first person he has been with.

You are his first everything AND YOU SHOULD BE PROUD.

He is willing to give his all to you and his very excited to be your partner.

Amir's love languages are words of affirmations, quality time, and physical touch.

In that order.

☆ This man will compliment you to the moon and back. All the compliments would be in extreme detail too. "I love how your eyes shine like diamonds in the moonlight 🥰" "Your skin is as soft as a baby lamb" LMAO idk some shit like that.

And as you know, he gives you the silliest of nicknames.

Honey bunch, love muffin, baby cakes, snookums, (name) booboo bear, fluffy kins, pumpkin pie, cuddle bug, love nugget, cutie patootie, etc.

I can go on and on, he just never runs out of them.

Amir isn't afraid to compliment you or use corny nicknames in front of the rest of the Hex either. No matter how much they may roll their eyes. I think he just would try extra hard just to annoy them lmao.

☆ Amir loves spending time with you, of course he understands that everyone needs their space though.

No matter what you guys are doing he's happy. Ya'll could just be cuddling and he's over the moon. Though he moves a LOT. Always fidgeting with anything he can get a hold of. You included.

Amir would love playing with your hair, doesn't matter the texture, length, or hairstyle. Amir promises he won't mess up your hair (but sometimes it happens anyways lmao)

Another thing he like to fidget with is your fingers and hands. Especially when you have jewelry on. Oooo let him paint your nails, paint his too!!

Chronic hand holder. Especially if he feels anxious.

Now, if your overwhelmed and don't want him to touch you, he understands. (Can't count how many times that has happened to me)

☆ If you asked him, Amir would totally get in the shower with you. It doesn't have to be anything sensual, it can just be relaxing and wholesome. He'll wash your body and hair, give you a massage, or just kind of hold you and relax.

Wash his hair for sure though, he would love that.

☆ Outside of battle, a lot of time is spent with him is playing video games. Since future isn't familiar with the technology, Amir would have a blast showing you all the video games that he has. Super Smash Bros, Donkey Kong 64, Final Fantasy, Resident Evil 3, Tony Hawk's Pro Skater?? And of course all the arcade games he plays with in the mall.

☆ Before yall go to bed for the night, Amir can be found playing on his game boy for a bit while cuddling you. If he's really into the game, you kinda have to rip it from his hands. Once he actually settles down and tries to sleep, its a whole process.

It takes him a good while to get to sleep. You guys talk for a hit minute while yall cuddle and Amir plays with your hair or gently rubs his hand up and down your back. Even when he's half asleep you can still feel him do it.

When he is finally asleep, the poor thing moves so much. I imagine he can't stay asleep for more than 30 - 45 mins at a time, so he's always tossing and turning. I promise you its the caffeine. Amir's also a huge sleep talker.

It could be about battle, gaming, the hex or you. But he's always mumbling something. You definitely hear a nickname of yours slip out once and a while. Other than that he's not big on snoring. If he does its very light and fades into the background after a while.

Huge cuddler when yall fall asleep but eventually sprawls out and does whatever.

He has nightmares due to stress and anxiety sometimes. I'm not gonna go into huge detail about what I think they are about, but it happens.

☆ As I said earlier, silly character with some deep emotions. Amir does have a panic attack in the game and has mention to had some in the past. So there are times were he will come to you for comfort as you have comforted him in the past.

In the beginning of the relationship, Amir will have some insecurities about not being enough for you. Which leads to reassurance from you. It may take a bit of time, but once he understands that you love him for him, nothing will stop him from treating you the best he can.

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[alwayzadorbs]

I saw your lucifer fantasies 2 hcs and the breeding bit 😩 I'd love more breeding hcs of lulu if you ever wanted to right it ❤️

Of course, I'll write it. This is for you, Anon! :)

Rating: 18+

Lucifer has a lot of pent-up aggression so whenever he pulls you aside for a moment between you two, he stays hard for multiple rounds. After a tough day dealing with his brother's shenanigans, he'll visit you for some stress relief, locking the door behind him. Lucifer would manhandle you, pulling you in by the waist for a kiss before pushing you on the bed. He'd try to contain himself at first, but he would lose himself in the image of you, and your beauty before him.

He'll pin you below him, looking into your eyes as he fills you up "Mmgh.. good little lamb~"

At Rad he'll push you into a closet with him, pushing you close to his body, squishing his knee right below your crotch, rocking his knee up and down. Lucifer leans in closer while feeling your chest with his hands. He'll flip you around and only pull down your bottoms enough to fit inside you, covering your mouth while he pushes inside.

"Try to be quiet, you don't want anybody finding us do you?" He whispers lowly into your ear, thrusting into your sweet spot.

You closed your eyes, whimpering as he picked up the pace. When he was done with you, he had finished inside you, pulling your underwear up and making you sit through the rest of school with his seed in your underwear. he smirked at you every time you crossed paths, whispering a reminder not to walk funny or give it away.

When he has you sitting on his lap, Lucifer will cuff your wrists, using the situation to his advantage. He'll strip your clothes away, lightly sucking your delicate skin as he became ever-familiar with each piece of your body. When you whimper for him to touch you he'll just say

"Beg for it and maybe I'll consider your request." and stare into your eyes, awaiting your response. he'll laugh when you beg, stealing a kiss from you before happily obliging.

Lucifer loves to bend you over and use you like a toy, or he'll lean down to kiss you as you cum. Sometimes, when he has a moment to spare, Lucifer will call you to meet him during lunch at RAD. When you arrive,

presses you against the wall, nibbling at your neck, marking you as his as he explores the untouched places of your body.

Will make you wear a collar and leash, tugging at the collar to lightly choke you while you gaze into his eyes.

He'll use orgasm denial against you when you've been bad, "you think a naughty thing like you, is going to get away with this?" he chuckles,

Lucifer will tie you to his bed and cum in you as many times as he wants, holding your legs apart as you cry out in pleasure.

He'll whine if you don't let him finish inside you

Lucifer is his name and overstimulation is his game! Sex with Lucifer lasts for hours, if you do somehow end up having a quickie, if you think that's it, no, no it isn't. he isn't finished with you, he'll make his way back to your side when he sees the chance.

"I just can't get enough of you, Did you ask Solomon to teach you a spell of infatuation? Have you hexed me or am I really this desperate to be yours?" He utters something as romantic as this, then finds himself in the same bed as you.

Lucifer gets so caught up in your moans, that he can't help himself and has to milk out every sweet sound you can make, trying different things to stir a new reaction from you. But, his by far favorite reaction of yours is when he overstimulates you. pushing you completely over the edge, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head, or the way you whimper when he fills you to the brim with his cock. He'll find himself carried away, hours ticking by as you pant for air.

Oftentimes, He finds that he accidentally took away your ability to walk, for at least a week. While he takes immense pride in the fact he screwed you so hard your mind went blank, he also feels bad for hurting you a bit during what was supposed to be pleasurable. You would assure him that its okay, that you don't hold anything against him. and infact, you enjoy it a little...too much. And bad news for you, Lucifer sees that as an invitation to fuck you as much, and as hard as he wanted.

[minxmut-cafe]

HEXED HEARTS| PART 3

Pairing : Slytherin Jimin x Huffle puff Reader

Authors note : This ones just smut. And comfort, maybe a little bit of angst.

PART 1 | PART 2

Warning. : Smut, penetration, angst, crack,

Synopsis :

Jimin, a cocky Slytherin, relentlessly bullies the sweet, naive little Hufflepuff. After accidentally hitting her with a charm, she becomes love-struck and overly vulnerable. Despite her efforts to hide it, her innocence makes her an easy target for his teasing and the manipulations of others, leaving her trapped in confusion and desire. In an attempt to revert her back to normal...things take an interesting turn.

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Once she was cleaned up, he grabbed one of his oversized Slytherin sweaters and pulled it over her head. She didn’t even try to help, just let him move her however he wanted, blinking up at him like a lost little lamb.

Jimin bit back a groan.

He was going to ruin her all over again if she kept looking at him like that.

He ran a hand through her hair, smoothing it down before scooping her up and settling her against his chest. “There we go,” he murmured, wrapping the blankets around her. “All warm and cozy.”

She nuzzled into his neck, still not saying a word.

Jimin chuckled, rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles. “You really forgot how to talk, huh?”

She nodded against him.

He snorted. “Merlin, I should be proud, but this is actually kind of sad.”

She pouted. Visibly.

Jimin groaned, gripping her chin and tilting her face up to look at him.

“You’re actually ridiculous, you know that?” he murmured, thumb stroking her bottom lip. “All pouty and helpless in my sweater.”

She blinked up at him, eyes still glossy, lips parting—

And then, finally, finally, in the softest, hoarsest little voice, she whispered:

“…Kiss.”

Jimin cursed under his breath.

Then he did exactly what she asked.

Jimin was so comfortable.

Warm blankets, soft girl, lazy kisses—what more could he ask for?

She was curled up against his chest, small fingers tangling in the fabric of his sweater as she sighed against his lips. Still a little weak, still a little dazed, but so pliant.

Jimin smirked, tilting her chin up for another kiss, his thumb rubbing slow circles against her jaw. “Feeling better, princess?”

She let out a tiny hum, nuzzling into him.

His smirk grew. Adorable.

He was just about to tease her again when—

BANG BANG BANG.

Jimin froze.

She stiffened against him, blinking up in confusion.

The knocking came again, louder this time, followed by a very familiar voice.

“Park Jimin, open the damn door!”

Jimin cursed, recognizing the voice immediately—Taehyung.

Then, another voice—equally loud, equally obnoxious.

“We know you’re in there, dumbass!”

Jeongguk.

Jimin closed his eyes, exhaling sharply through his nose.

“Merlin’s balls,” he muttered, already regretting every decision that led him to this moment.

The girl in his arms blinked, still dazed. “Aren’t you gonna get that?”

Jimin groaned, running a hand down his face. “No, because they’re idiots and I don’t wanna deal with them right now.”

Another bang against the door.

“Jimin, we swear to god, if you don’t open this door, we’re breaking in!”

Jimin’s grip on her tightened.

She blinked up at him again, all confused and adorable and—

Jimin sighed.

“Okay,” he muttered, pressing one last kiss to her temple before gently untangling himself from her. “Stay here, don’t make a sound.”

She nodded, pulling the blanket up to her chin.

Jimin rolled his eyes. She looked guilty already.

He got up, ruffled his hair to look somewhat presentable, and yanked the door open.

Immediately, Taehyung and Jeongguk stumbled in.

Jimin barely had time to dodge them before they were standing in the middle of his room, looking around suspiciously.

Jeongguk squinted. “Why did it take you so long to open the door?”

Jimin crossed his arms, leaning against the frame. “Maybe because I was sleeping?”

Taehyung snorted. “Please, Park, you don’t sleep before midnight.”

Jimin glared. “Maybe I do now.”

Jeongguk narrowed his eyes, scanning the room. His gaze landed on the messy bed. The extra blankets. The slight dent in the pillows where someone else was clearly lying.

Jimin tensed.

Jeongguk’s eyes widened.

Taehyung gasped.

“You’re not alone.”

Jimin was already so done.

Jimin didn't even bother trying to stop what happened next.

Because the moment his friends processed that, yes, he wasn't alone, and yes, there was a very real possibility that he had broken every dormitory rule in existence—

They panicked.

"Jimin, you absolute dumbass," Jeongguk whisper-yelled, smacking his arm. "You do know we’re not supposed to do this shit here, right? Right?! Because if you forgot, let me remind you—"

Taehyung, meanwhile, was already pacing. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. If we get caught, we’re dead. D-E-A-D, dead. Do you even know what happens to people who break dorm rules, Jimin? Do you?!"

Jimin rolled his eyes, unimpressed. "Calm the fuck down, will you?"

"Calm down?!" Taehyung gaped at him. "You're actually insane."

Jeongguk threw his hands up. "How are you so chill about this?"

Jimin sighed. He was about to tell them to shut up and get the hell out when—

A small, sleepy noise came from behind him.

A rustling of blankets.

And then—

A tiny, toasty little head popped out from the covers.

All three of them froze.

Jimin turned slowly.

And there she was.

The Hufflepuff.

The same tiny thing he had spent years tormenting. The one he had bullied and teased and stolen food from. The one they all knew he was constantly picking on.

She was curled up in his bed, hair a mess, drowning in his sweater, her cheeks flushed from sleep.

And then—

She blinked up at them.

"…Hi?"

Dead silence.

Taehyung's jaw dropped.

Jeongguk choked.

Jimin?

Jimin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and prayed for patience.

The silence stretched for an uncomfortably long time.

Jimin could feel the gears in his friends’ heads turning, the absolute calamity of thoughts probably running through their minds.

Then—

"What the actual fuck?" Jeongguk whisper-screamed, eyes nearly popping out of his skull.

Taehyung just kept blinking at the girl, like his brain had fully short-circuited.

Meanwhile, she just sat there, all warm and tiny under Jimin’s sweater, clearly not comprehending why they were losing their shit.

Jimin sighed.

"Okay," he said, rubbing his temples. "Breathe. This isn’t a big deal."

"Not a big deal?!" Taehyung hissed, still staring at the very real Hufflepuff in Jimin’s bed. "You—of all fucking people—are literally cuddling the same girl you’ve bullied for years."

Jeongguk looked deeply betrayed. "Years, Jimin."

The girl, now slightly more awake, yawned and stretched like a kitten.

And then—

"Mmm, Jiminie, come back, it’s cold," she mumbled, reaching out to tug at his sleeve.

Dead.

They were dead.

Jeongguk’s face contorted like he was experiencing physical pain. Taehyung clutched his chest like he’d been stabbed.

Jimin clenched his jaw.

"Don’t say a fucking word," he warned them, pointing a finger.

Jeongguk wheezed. "Jiminie?!"

Taehyung collapsed against the door. "I can’t fucking breathe."

Jimin turned back to his girl, who was watching the entire thing with a sleepy, confused pout. She still hadn’t processed why they were reacting like this.

So, of course, she tilted her head. "Are they okay?"

Jimin sighed. "No. They’re fucking not."

Jimin shoved them out the door, ignoring their protests, their wheezing, their very real tears of betrayal.

"Out. Now.*"

"This isn't over, Park—!"

SLAM.

He turned back around, exhaling sharply, only to find her staring at him with that look.

Oh, hell no.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" He narrowed his eyes.

She blinked up at him, all innocence and butter-wouldn't-melt energy, clutching his sleeve like she hadn’t just committed war crimes.

"Did what?" she asked sweetly.

Jimin groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "You called me ‘Jiminie’ in front of those idiots— you knew what you were doing!*"

Her lips tugged up. "Did I?"

Oh, she was enjoying this.

This little—

"You did," he accused, leaning in. "You were supposed to stay hidden."

"I got toasty," she pouted.

He huffed. "You are the biggest menace."

She giggled, twirling a piece of his sleeve between her fingers. "Well, you’re the one who put me in your sweater, Jiminie."

Jimin groaned again, this time for entirely different reasons.

Jimin let his head fall back against the door with a thud, inhaling through his nose like he was praying for patience.

"You're—" he pointed at her, "—lucky you're cute."

Her grin widened, eyes twinkling. "I know."

Jimin lunged.

She squeaked, scrambling backward onto the bed, but he was faster, climbing over her until she was caged beneath him. He braced one arm beside her head, the other tilting her chin up, forcing her to look at him.

"You think this is funny, don’t you?" he murmured, voice low.

She nodded, biting her lip to stifle a giggle.

Jimin's eyes darkened. "You like riling me up, hmm?" His thumb swiped across her lower lip, tugging it free. "You're getting bolder, sweetheart."

"Maybe..." she whispered.

His smirk was sharp, dangerous. "You really shouldn’t test me."

"Or what?" she whispered, voice shaky but defiant.

Jimin grinned. "Oh, sweetheart…" He leaned down until his lips brushed her ear. "You don’t want to find out."

She yelped when he effortlessly folded her legs up again, pressing her knees toward her chest.

"H-Hey, hey!" she stammered, hands pushing weakly at his shoulders. "We just did that—"

Jimin raised an eyebrow, amusement curling his lips. "And?"

She huffed, squirming. "And I need a break!"

His smirk deepened. "Oh, sweetheart," he cooed, trailing his fingers down her thigh. "I don’t think you understand how much of a mess you made teasing me back there."

Her breath hitched as he leaned in, his nose brushing hers, his tone dropping to a husky whisper. "So now... you deal with the consequences."

Her breath stuttered as Jimin’s grip tightened around her thighs, his smirk all-knowing, devilish.

"C-consequences?" she squeaked, heart hammering against her ribs.

Jimin hummed, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, his fingers tracing teasing patterns on her bare skin. "Mhm. You think you can just bat those pretty lashes, look all cute and helpless, and get away with it?"

She shivered, the heat between them crackling like a live wire. "I wasn't trying to—"

"Oh, but you were," he murmured, nipping at her earlobe, making her jolt. "And now, sweetheart, you're stuck with me until I decide I've had enough."

Her whimper was muffled when he kissed her again, slow and deep, and she melted right into it—because, truth be told, she wasn’t sure she’d ever have enough of him either.

Jimin was a paradox—a maddening one. His lips pressed sweet, lingering kisses against her flushed skin, but his hips snapped forward with an unforgiving pace, rattling the bed against the headboard.

"J-Jimin—!" she sobbed, her fingers twisting into the sheets, eyes unfocused as pleasure wracked through her body.

"Shh, sweetheart," he cooed, voice all honeyed affection, completely at odds with the way he was wrecking her. "You wanted this, didn’t you?"

She nodded weakly, barely coherent, and he chuckled, the sound dark, pleased. "Then take it."

And she did—helplessly, desperately—because there was no running from Jimin, no escaping the way he consumed her whole.

Jimin groaned at the sight—his oversized sweater swallowing her up, making her look even smaller beneath him. But the way her body moved, the way her breasts bounced beneath the fabric as he pinned her knees to her chest and drove into her—Merlin, it was maddening.

"Look at you," he murmured, voice thick with lust and something dangerously close to affection. "So fucking cute, wrapped up in my clothes while I ruin you."

She whined, barely able to form words, her fingers clawing at his arms, his back—anything to hold onto as he pounded into her relentlessly.

"J-Jimin—too much—!" she sobbed, but her body betrayed her, trembling, clenching around him like she never wanted him to stop.

"Too much?" He smirked, leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth, his thrusts not slowing in the slightest. "Then why are you squeezing me so tight, sweetheart?"

By the time the night was over, she was a ruined, trembling mess in his arms. Jimin had taken her in every way imaginable—on his bed, his study table, against the wall, even standing up with her legs wrapped around him as he fucked her into delirium.

She had no thoughts left, just the lingering ache of pleasure coursing through her body. Jimin, smug and utterly pleased with himself, ran a lazy hand down her back as she lay sprawled across his chest, her breath uneven.

"Didn't know my little Hufflepuff could take so much," he murmured, kissing the top of her head. "You still with me, sweetheart?"

She tried to respond, but all that came out was a weak whimper.

Jimin chuckled, pressing another kiss to her temple. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

Jimin, still half-asleep, cracked an eye open at the sound of her grumbling. She was curled up against his chest, her face scrunched up in pure disdain at the sunlight streaming through his dorm window.

"What’s got your knickers in a twist this early?" he rasped, voice thick with sleep.

She buried her face into his chest with a dramatic groan. "It’s morning," she grumbled. "I hate mornings."

That made him pause. He blinked at her, confused. "You? Hate mornings?"

"Yes," she huffed. "Why do people always act so surprised?"

Jimin smirked. "Dunno, thought you lot were all sunshine and rainbows at the crack of dawn."

She pulled away just to squint at him, clearly unimpressed. "What exactly do you think Hufflepuffs are like?"

Jimin shrugged, fighting back a laugh. "Hardworking, cheery, obsessed with plants and small creatures… definitely not the type to whine about waking up."

She gasped, affronted. "I’ll have you know, I am very hardworking!"

"Mmm," Jimin hummed, dragging her back into his arms. "You worked pretty damn hard last night, I’ll give you that."

Her face burned, and she smacked his chest with a pout. "You’re awful."

"And yet," he teased, tilting her chin up so he could steal a slow, lazy morning kiss, "you’re still in my bed."

Jimin pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "So… do you feel normal now?" he asked, voice low and teasing. "With the charm and all?"

She blinked at him, her expression still hazy with sleep, and for a second, he thought she might actually consider it. But then her lips wobbled, and she sighed dramatically, snuggling closer. "No," she admitted, voice muffled against his chest. "Still feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Still kinda want to bite you."

Jimin snorted. "Love-sick little puppy," he murmured, rolling onto his back and dragging her with him so she was sprawled on top of him.

She hummed, clearly unbothered. "Maybe. But that’s your fault."

"How so?" he asked, arching a brow.

"You did all that…" She waved a lazy hand before pressing her palm against his chest, right over his heartbeat. "And then you cuddled me. You even kissed my forehead. That’s, like, prime boyfriend behavior. How am I supposed to recover from that?"

Jimin huffed a laugh, shaking his head. "You’re ridiculous."

"And you’re stuck with me now," she mumbled, already dozing off again.

Jimin just smirked, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Yeah, I know."

She suddenly stiffened against him, and Jimin felt it immediately. Her fingers curled against his chest as she lifted her head, blinking at him with wide, uncertain eyes.

"Wait…" she whispered, her voice hesitant. "Are you my boyfriend?"

Jimin stared at her for a second, then smirked. "Dunno, love-sick puppy. Are you asking?"

Her face turned so red he thought she might actually explode. "Jimin!" she huffed, swatting his chest.

He chuckled, enjoying teasing her far too much, but when her lips wobbled ever so slightly, he softened. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled them over so she was beneath him, tucked safely into the mattress. His hands cupped her cheeks, thumbs brushing soothing circles over her skin.

"Hey," he murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss against her forehead. "Don’t go overthinking it, yeah?"

She still looked unsure, so he kissed her cheek. Then her nose. Then finally, her lips—slow and sweet, melting away her worries.

"You’re mine," he murmured against her lips. "Charm or no charm. You got that?"

She swallowed, eyes shining as she whispered, "Yeah… I got it."*

"Good," he said, smirking before stealing another kiss. "Now stop looking so cute before I keep you in bed all day."*

Just as things were getting soft and sweet, Jimin's clock let out a shrill ring, making both of them jump. It was the usual indicator to get up and start getting ready for the day, but right now, it was the most unwelcome sound in the world.

She groaned dramatically, burying her face in his chest. "Noooo..."

Jimin sighed, running a hand down his face. "Yeah, yeah. Time to get up."

She shook her head fiercely. "No. We pretend it didn’t happen."

He huffed a laugh. "We can’t just pretend time doesn’t exist, love."

"Why not?" she mumbled against his skin. "Let’s just stay here forever. Hibernate. Never go to class again."

"You hate mornings that much?"

"Yes."

Jimin chuckled, his fingers lazily tracing her spine. "I thought Hufflepuffs were supposed to be all bright and cheery in the mornings."

She peeked up at him, eyes narrowed. "What exactly do you think Hufflepuffs are like?"

He smirked. "Like little sunflowers. Always happy. Always smiling. Love waking up at the crack of dawn."

She looked personally offended. "We’re not golden retrievers, Jimin."*

"Could’ve fooled me," he teased, tapping her nose.

She swatted his hand away with a sleepy glare before sighing dramatically. "Fine. But only because I don’t wanna be late."*

Jimin grinned, giving her one last lingering kiss before finally—reluctantly—rolling out of bed. "Come on, love-sick puppy. Let’s get moving before your tiny Hufflepuff legs make you late."*

Jimin was on top of the world. He had just spent the entire night tangled up with a girl who made his heart race into oblivion—something he never thought would happen. The fact that she was still here, still looking at him like he hung the stars, had his chest feeling all warm and stupid.

And then she tried to stand up.

Tried.

Because the moment she got up, her legs wobbled, buckled, and—thud—she went down right on her ass.

Jimin froze for half a second before bursting into laughter. "Oh my god—"

"Don’t," she gritted out, glaring at him as she sat there, stunned.

"I’m sorry—" he wheezed, "I’m not laughing—"

"Yes, you are!"

"Okay, maybe a little—"

She groaned, covering her face as he knelt down beside her, wiping tears from his eyes. "You good, baby?"

"I hate you so much," she muttered.

He smirked, hooking an arm around her waist and effortlessly lifting her up. "Nah, you love me."*

"You’re the reason I can’t walk," she grumbled.

Jimin’s grin widened. "Damn right I am."*

Jimin wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest as his hands slid down to her waist. His fingers glowed faintly as he channeled just enough magic to ease the worst of her soreness—but not enough to take it all away.

She shivered as the warmth spread through her, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "That feels nice..."

"Mhm." Jimin smirked, pressing a lazy kiss against her temple. "Just enough so you can walk straight, but you’re still gonna feel it, sweetheart."

Her eyes snapped open, narrowing at him. "You did that on purpose."

"Of course I did." He grinned, nipping at her earlobe. "Gotta make sure you remember last night every time you move today."*

She let out an exasperated groan, smacking his chest. "You’re the worst."

"And yet," he mused, tilting her chin up so their lips almost touched, "you still love me."*

She huffed but didn’t deny it. Not when he was looking at her like that. Not when her legs still felt like jelly.

Jimin had to help her sneak out of room and get back to her dorms.

She was practically vibrating with excitement as she threw herself onto her bed, kicking her legs and burying her face into her pillow. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" she squealed, rolling side to side. Her whole body felt like it was still buzzing from last night, and the fact that Jimin had been so... ugh, perfect made her want to melt into a puddle all over again.

She hugged her pillow tight, giggling to herself. The way he had looked at her. The way he had touched her. The way he had been so smug yet so sweet at the same time. It was too much.

Then, mid-kick, she froze.

"Shit."

Her panties were still ruined. Her skirt was still too short. Her entire body was still sore. And worst of all—she had to sneak through the halls looking like this.

"I cannot believe I just did the walk of shame out of Park Jimin’s room." She groaned, covering her face.

She needed a shower. Immediately.

Jumping up, she scrambled to gather fresh clothes, practically hopping into the bathroom. As the warm water cascaded down her skin, washing away the evidence of last night, she couldn’t stop the silly little smile on her face.

Yeah. She was totally, completely screwed.

By the time she was finally dressed and ready, she had already missed two of her classes. Brilliant. Just brilliant.

With a sigh, she scribbled out a quick letter of absence and dropped it off at the administration office before making her way to her third class—Potions.

The moment she stepped into the classroom, she felt it. His gaze.

Jimin was already in his usual seat, lounging back with that signature lazy smirk of his, his chin resting on his palm as he watched her. His eyes flicked over her, lingering for a second too long before his smirk deepened.

She felt her face heat up.

Don’t react. Don’t react.

She squared her shoulders and made her way to her usual seat, but the moment she walked past him, he shifted just enough for his fingers to ghost against the back of her thigh, just beneath the hem of her skirt.

She jumped and shot him a glare, but he only gave her an innocent tilt of his head, lips curling in amusement.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he murmured under his breath as she hurried to her seat. “Wouldn’t want you getting distracted during class.”

Oh, he was so annoying. And the worst part? She totally was distracted now.

She slumped in her seat right behind him, arms crossed as she willed herself to focus on anything but him.

But damn it, he smelled so good.

Like a mix of cedarwood, something slightly sweet, and him. She almost wanted to bury her face into his stupid uniform and just inhale.

Her gaze drifted upward. His back was broad, and his hair was slightly tousled from where she had tugged on it last night. She bit her lip, a shiver running through her at the memory.

And then there were his cheeks.

Had she ever noticed how puffy they were? Almost adorably so?

Her fingers twitched. She could just—just pinch them. Or bite him. Maybe right on his shoulder. Would he yelp? Would he glare at her?

She barely held back a giggle, pressing her lips together.

Unfortunately for her, Jimin felt her staring.

Without turning around, he casually tilted his head, voice low enough for only her to hear.

“See something you like, sweetheart?”

She jolted, nearly knocking over her ink bottle. “Wha—No! Shut up.”

Jimin chuckled, and she just knew he was grinning. Damn him.

She was a fussy little thing the entire class, and it was adorable.

Every time Jimin moved, she huffed. Every time he stretched, she squirmed in her seat. When he casually glanced back at her, she glared like he had personally offended her ancestors.

And of course, this did not go unnoticed.

His friends exchanged glances. Other students whispered amongst themselves. The whole damn class seemed to be aware of the tension crackling between them.

So when the lesson ended and Jimin, without a word, grabbed her wrist and whisked her away, the entire room collectively gasped.

Somebody actually dropped a potion vial.

“What the hell—?”

“Are they—?”

“No way—”

The murmurs grew louder, but Jimin couldn’t have cared less.

He dragged her into a quieter hallway, barely suppressing a smirk as she squirmed in his grasp.

“You’re making a scene,” she hissed, cheeks pink.

“You were the one acting all fussy in class,” he shot back, finally slowing down. “You think I wouldn’t notice?”

She crossed her arms, lips pursed. “I wasn’t—”

Jimin suddenly stepped closer, tilting his head.

“You were staring,” he murmured. “You wanted something, didn’t you?”

Her breath hitched. He was so close. Smug, teasing, infuriatingly attractive—

She huffed again, looking away.

“…I wanted to bite you.”

Jimin blinked.

And then he grinned.

“Well, sweetheart,” he purred, voice thick with amusement. “Be my guest.”

Jimin had fully expected her to go for his neck. Maybe his lips if she was feeling particularly bold.

But no.

She fully assaulted his cheeks.

It wasn’t just one bite either. It was a full-on ambush.

First, she chomped down on his right cheek—not too hard, but enough to make him jolt. Then, before he could even react, she grabbed his face and bit his left cheek.

Jimin stood there, baffled.

“What the hell—”

She pulled back, eyes sparkling with mischief, looking so damn pleased with herself. “I told you I wanted to bite you.”

He blinked. Stunned.

“Your… my cheeks?” He ran a hand over his face, as if trying to process what just happened. “Out of everything—”

“They were puffy.” She shrugged, arms crossing as if that was reason enough. “You looked edible.”

Jimin was at a loss for words. Genuinely.

For years, he had been the one tormenting her. Teasing her. Getting under her skin. And now? Now, she was the one catching him off guard.

And dammit, it was adorable.

“…You’re ridiculous,” he finally muttered, rubbing his cheek with an exasperated sigh.

She grinned. “And you love it.”

He didn’t even bother denying it.

The more he spent time with her. The more guilty ridden he got.

She was adorable, slightly dumb like she was missing a brain or two, gullible, stupidly gorgeous, funny, mischievous, caring (she stayed by his side the whole time he was sick and hand fed him)

gave him flowers whenever he gave her flowers.

gave him trinkets just because they reminded her of him.

One day she caught him brooding about these things.

He looked like he could cry

She found him in one of his usual hiding spots—a quiet nook in the library, away from prying eyes. His arms were crossed, his brows furrowed so deeply it looked like he was on the verge of a crisis.

“Why do you look like you’re about to cry?” she asked, plopping down beside him without a care in the world.

Jimin stiffened, eyes flickering to her before quickly looking away. “I’m not.”

She squinted at him. “You so are.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not—”

She reached out and poked his cheek. “Are too.”

He let out a heavy sigh, leaning back against the wall, arms tightening around himself. His usual arrogance, his teasing smirks—all gone. He just looked… haunted.

“…Why are you so nice to me?” he finally asked, voice quiet.

She blinked. “Huh?”

“You know how I treated you.” His voice was bitter, self-loathing. “For years. I was an ass to you. I bullied you. And now…” He trailed off, swallowing hard. “You do all these things. You… you stay with me when I’m sick. You give me flowers, trinkets. You’re just… good to me.”

Her lips parted in realization.

Jimin let out a dry, humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “I don’t get it.”

She tilted her head, watching him closely. Then, after a moment, she simply said, “Because I like you.”

He froze.

She scooted closer, nudging his leg with hers. “You think too much.” Her voice was light, teasing, but her eyes were soft. “If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t be.”

Jimin swallowed, staring at her like he didn’t know what to do with himself. Like he was desperately trying to understand how she could be so kind to him despite everything.

After a long silence, she reached into her pocket and pulled something out. A tiny, carved wooden star.

“Here.” She placed it in his palm, curling his fingers over it. “It reminded me of you.”

Jimin stared down at it, his throat tightening.

This girl—this stupidly sweet, wonderful girl—was going to ruin him.

Jimin stared down at the tiny wooden star she placed in his palm, fingers twitching around it. His throat felt tight, and for once, he had no clever remark, no teasing smirk—just silence.

She sighed and scooted even closer, her warmth seeping into him. Something he had learned about her: personal space did not exist.

"You think too much," she murmured, resting her head lightly against his shoulder. "And I think… I understand why."

He stiffened slightly, but she didn’t pull away.

"Do you remember that Quidditch match? The one where you were MVP?" she asked softly.

Jimin's jaw clenched. Of course, he did. He played perfectly that day—flawless technique, the crowd chanting his name, a victory secured in record time. And yet, the only thing burned into his memory was the look of disdain in his mother’s eyes.

She continued before he could reply. "I was there. And, well… I saw her. The way she looked at you."

Jimin inhaled sharply.

"I shouldn't have eavesdropped, I know," she admitted, shifting against him. "I couldn't hear much, but I gathered enough." Her voice turned quiet, almost pained. "It made me feel terrible."

Jimin was frozen, unsure of where she was going with this.

She fiddled with the hem of her sleeve. "I tell everyone I'm an orphan, but… that's not true. My parents abandoned me. They shipped me off to Hogwarts and never looked back." She let out a humorless chuckle. "They were always cruel. Cold. So, I get it. Parents are supposed to shape us, nurture us. But when they don’t… people sometimes…do things that go against their nature."

Jimin’s grip tightened around the tiny star.

She turned to look up at him then, her expression unbearably soft. "After that match, I stopped fighting you when you bullied me."

His breath hitched. "What?"

"If messing with me gave you even a moment of solace—any kind of relief—I figured… I’d let you have it," she said simply. "You deserved much more than that. You deserved the whole world."

Jimin felt something break inside him.

"And now that I know you," she continued, voice filled with warmth, "now that I’ve seen you—the real you—I’m gonna make sure you never forget that again."

His entire body tensed.

He had no words, no way to process the emotions slamming into him all at once. Guilt. Longing. An ache so deep he could barely breathe around it.

So instead of speaking, he did the only thing he could do.

He pulled her into his arms and held her—tight.

Jimin let out a choked laugh, still clutching her close. His chest ached in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. How could she just… say things like that? Like it was the most natural thing in the world to care about him?

She pulled back just enough to pepper his face in quick, fluttery kisses—his cheeks, his nose, his forehead—before settling back into his embrace.

"Before that Quidditch match," she confessed, voice muffled against his shoulder, "I had originally planned to hex you into a frog."

Jimin blinked. "Excuse me?"

She giggled, pulling back to look at him with an impish grin. "Yep. And then I was gonna put a love spell on you so you'd have to kiss me to turn back to normal."

His jaw dropped. "You—what?"

"But I stopped myself!" she hurried to say, eyes twinkling. "I thought it’d be mean."

Jimin scoffed. "Oh, that was too mean?"

"Yes," she said with a firm nod, "because you’d be a really pretty frog, and I might’ve been too tempted to keep you that way forever."

He groaned, but his lips twitched. "Unbelievable."

She wiggled happily in his lap, clearly pleased with herself. Then, as if it was an afterthought, she muttered, "Oh, and I hate Butterbeer."

Jimin blinked again. "What?"

She huffed, pouting. "The first time I tried it, I hated it."

"Then why—"

"Because you like it," she said, poking his chest. "You always stole my milkshakes, so I figured if I got Butterbeer instead, you would take it, and I wouldn’t have to drink it."

His mouth parted slightly, something unreadable flickering in his gaze.

She giggled, clearly pleased with her own genius. "So, technically, I’ve never actually had to drink it! I just sneak milkshakes at night instead."

Jimin stared at her.

Then he pressed his forehead against hers with a groan. "You’re going to be the death of me."

She beamed. "But what a way to go!"

[rattling-reverberations]

"Fragility means nothing to me," he replies, leaning down a bit so that his nose just barely touches Scar's.

"Though, I can't help but wonder how this all works," he said, gesturing to Scar's outfit. "It's not very practical. However, my outfit works for me. Keeps me hidden, keeps me out of the public eye, gives me a good alibi, but I think most importantly, it's easy to remove. Unlike whatever the hell you've got on."

He eyed Scar's neck for a moment, then tapped his taccet mark.

"This sensitive? I know mine is," he chuckled, leaning back and opening his mouth to show the star-marked lines across his tongue. "Which is such a pain when I accidentally bite my tongue while eating."

Hawkmoth let out a light chuckle. "With cultists like us, no one here is a saint. I place my trust in you. You won't hurt me because you know I'm useful. Someone as ordinary as me could never be mistaken for a member of the Fracsidus. I'm not the Overseer of information for nothing, you know."

He sat himself up in Scar's lap, carefully removing his coat. It had the likeness of a lunar moth with a large bow on the back, reminiscent of spider legs, a soft nod to how dangerous he was behind his soft facade.

He was smart to have removed his rings and necklaces once returning from his most recent expedition. Draping his coat over the back of a nearby chair, he got comfortable in Scar's lap.

His clothes were ratty, the truest look of someone who had lived in a shed for most of their life. The collar of his shirt was loose and spotted with dried blood that never washed out.

It's hard to think that he could ever be the Hawkmoth Mage.

[juicydangler]

for your halloween playlist consideration:

The Man with X-Ray Eyes by Bauhaus, inspired by the 1963 science fiction horror film X: The Man with the X-ray Eyes

I Was a Teenage Werewolf by The Cramps, inspired by the 1957 science fiction horror film of the same name

Lotion by the Greenskeepers, inspired by the 1991 psychological horror film The Silence of the Lambs

How Do by Sneaker Pimps, inspired by the 1973 folk horror film The Wicker Man

Nosferatu by Blue Öyster Cult, inspired by the 1922 silent horror film of the same name

Frankenstein by Rock Bottom, inspired by the 1931 horror film of the same name

Frankenstein Rock by Eddie Thomas, about taking a date to see horror movies

Nasty by The Damned, about horror movies on VHS

Bela Lugosi's Dead by Bauhaus, about legendary actor Bela Lugosi not being alive anymore

Boris the Spider by The Who, about a spider called Boris

October Funeral by The Cemetery Boys, about a funeral in October

Cemetery Gates by Pantera, about the struggle to let go when someone you love dies

Cemetery Girl by ICP, about the struggle to let go when someone you love dies

Dig Up Her Bones by the Misfits, about the struggle to let go when someone you love dies

L.I.C.H. by Ginny Di, about a lady who doesn't want to die

Party In the Graveyard by Ghost Town, about knowing you will die and having a silly little time with it

thegraveneverfeltsonice by aWannabe, about knowing you will die and lowkey looking forward to it

Spirit Got Lost by Mental As Anything, about being dead and ambivalent about it

Zombie Crew by Send More Paramedics, about being a punk rock zombie

Nobody Likes You (When You're Dead) by Zombina and the Skeletones, about the social challenges faced by a young zombie

Re: Your Brains by Jonathan Coulton, about the social challenges faced by a white collar zombie

Mad Professor by ICP, about making friends

Ur-Ur-Enkel von Frankenstein by Frank Zander, about making friends (in German)

Hex So Heavy by Bambie Thug, about revenge, and how two enemies used to be friends

Nightmare by Brainbug, spooky techno instrumental

The Dead Eyes Opened (1994 remix) by Severed Heads, inspired by reporting around the real life 1924 murder of Emily Kaye

A Forest by The Cure, about a spooky forest

The Greatest Show Unearthed by Creature Feature, about a spooky carnival

Scaretale by Nightwish, about a spooky fairy tale carnival

Bury a Friend by Billie Eilish, about the POV of the monster under the bed

Boogie Woogie Wu by ICP, about the POV of the boogie man

Sunglasses at Night by Corey Hart, not about vampires (unless sound engineers count) but really kinda sounds like it is

I.C.U. by Caligula, about vampires

Night of the Vampire by Roky Erickson and The Aliens, about vampires

Transylvanian Concubine by Rasputina, about vampires

Vampires In Love by Marvelous 3, about vampires (in love)

Danse Vampyr by Inkubus Sukkubus, about vampires (horny)

We Suck Young Blood by Radiohead, about vampires but only as a metaphor

Teeth by Lady Gaga, about sex but sounds like it could be about vampires or maybe werewolves

Bare Your Teeth by Ashbury Heights, about going feral werewolf style

The Ones by Aesthetic Perfection, about nightmare creatures stealing teeth

Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde by the Damned, inspired by the 1886 Gothic novella The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

Nevermore by The Cemetery Boys, about the life and works of Edgar Allan Poe

Graveyard Picnic by Voltaire, about the life and works of Edgar Allan Poe

Mr Raven by MC Lars, based on the poem The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

Legs and Tarpaulin by Cinema Strange, inspired by the story King Pest by Edgar Allan Poe

Pet Sematary by Ramones, written during a visit to the home of Stephen King and inspired by his 1983 horror novel of the same name

Cemetery by Silverchair, about ennui

Living Dead by Marina and the Diamonds, about ennui

Living Dead by Discordia, about being a disenfranchised young person (I think)

Black No. 1 by Type O Negative, about a goth gf

Release the Bats by The Birthday Party, about a goth gf

Tombstone by Peaches, probably about sex somehow lbr it's Peaches, but sounds like it could be about a goth gf

Every Day Is Halloween by Ministry, about being a goth

I Can Tell You Shop At Hot(t) Topic by The Gothsicles, about seeing a goth

You've Been GOTH BLOCKED by Stevie Ryan, about seeing too many goths

Mephiskapheles by Mephiskapheles, about what if Satan played ska

Des Satans liebster Klingelton by Soko Friedhof, about what if Satan sold ringtones (in German)

Janet's Potato Salad by Cupcake Television, about what if Satanists held a potluck

Satan by Orbital and Kirk Hammett, not about anything just a guy yelling Satan a lot (it's a sample of Gibby Haynes of Butthole Surfers from the song Sweat Loaf but let's not get bogged down in details here)

Creep in the Cellar by Butthole Surfers, about a weird scary guy

Abwärts-Nick Nack Man Now by Frank Zander, about being a weird scary guy (in German)

Gravedigger by MXMS, about being a weird scary girl

Innsmouth by Aural Vampire, about being a weird scary girl (in Japanese)

When You're Evil by Voltaire, about being an evil guy and having a silly little time with it

Skullcrusher Mountain by Jonathan Coulton, about being an evil guy and having an unrequited crush

Frankenstein Rock by Peter Thomas (no relation), about a scary guy called Frankenstein and the creepy parties he throws (in German)

HAUNT ME by Johnny Goth, about hoping to be haunted, sexually

Ghost of a Texas Ladies' Man by Concrete Blonde, about being haunted, sexually

Ghost Story by Charming Disaster, about being haunted, sexually

One Second Ghost by The Gothsicles, about retro video gaming

Flying Saucer Boogie by Eddie Cletro, about UFO sightings

Unmarked Helicopters by Soul Coughing (from The X-Files S04E18), about UFO conspiracies

Can't Get Abducted E.T. Don't Dig Me Blues by Bruce Brown, about getting swerved by aliens

Bugs by Pearl Jam, about being overwhelmed by bugs

March of the Sinister Ducks by The Sinister Ducks, about how ducks are sinister

the entire 1998 album Hellbilly Deluxe: 13 Tales of Cadaverous Cavorting Inside the Spookshow International by Rob Zombie

literally anything other than Zombie by the Cranberries

[geolyte]

who woulda thunk it my favorite bishop is the one with the blindfold