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dev1lm4n · 11 months

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pairing: post-outbreak!joel miller x brothel worker!reader

summary: fragments of memories during your gradual (and rather horrendous) infatuation towards your number one frequenter, joel miller.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: explicit (18+) mdni, oral f receiving, sorta dark undertones but honestly joel's a sweetheart

notes: do reblog or comment if u enjoyed it! don't be shy to hit my ask box as well ;)

Love is stupid.

It’s lawless and frankly, holds no value in the realm you’re familiar with. Love could only exist in a world of unsullied brilliance, orderly conversations, washed hands, clean clothes, and good manners. Untarnished by the hands of the wicked, of the seven deadly sins; where birds sing out morning hymns and festive lights strung out wintry nights. Only then can love flourish. To think that such an innocent tenderness could exist within your barely nine feet by six room would be utterly idiotic.

“You gotta pack the cigs first.”

“Huh?”

“God, you’re helpless.”

You didn’t even realize he’s tucked in a crisp stick on the very corner of your lips. His brown eyes gentle on yours as he flicked his lighter on, effectively igniting the tobacco-filled end in a slow drawl. Inside Boston’s most popular brothel after the end of government and the start of flesh-eating monsters, it was never brighter than the gathering gloom of dusk. Even at midday. It was always bleak. The bed was a plank of wood on legs, thin quilts and a ragged blanket hardly helping you through winter. But with him, it’s always a warm furnace.

His rough fingers were quick to snatch the worn-out box of Marlboro from your loose grip. Exquisitely, he proved his familiarity with the product by ‘packing’ the filter against his palm. You weren’t sure what the action provoked, but it still had you looking up at him with stars in your eyes - twinkling fondly as if he’d just pulled out a magical rabbit out of a top hat. He looked down at you with such reverence, a little too much respect for the common whore you were, though you undeniably basked in it like fresh summer air.

Joel Miller was your light at the end of the alley. Your beacon of hope.

“Breathe, girl.”

He chuckled oh so lovingly.

“You’re strugglin’ like a damn rookie. Come on, girl. I know you got this,” he spurred on like a goddamn sports coach.

Ungracefully, you retched on the new stench entering your airway. The taste proved to be unsuited to yours as it left some sort of disgusting filament sheet over your taste buds, yet you struggled to keep it on the edge of your lips.

Whatever Joel gifted you needed to be preserved or consumed in the finest way possible; it was a rule consistent to every paying patron you’ve dealt with, though it’s a compulsory need to be met when it comes to him. He was so engrossed in the entire fiasco playing out that he failed to give you the next crucial step to smoking a cigarette - to inhale.

“It tastes like shit, Joel. This is worse than Johnny’s battery acid cum.”

“Yeah? What ‘bout mine?”

Without giving you a much needed warning, Joel let his fingers tentatively slide along your neck. He was moving with such expertise, as if he knew exactly where the windpipe is, where you’ve been struggling terribly to inhale. He dragged his forefinger down a straight line before finally cupping the base of your neck in a firm grip. Commonly, when a customer manages to get you in a situation that’s prone to escalate dangerously, you’d be quick to retaliate. With him, it was.. different. You felt at ease, even when he’s practically in the position to strangle you.

“You taste good.”

You grinned sheepishly. Joel’s eyes traveled from where red consumed the wilted edge of your cigarette to your heaving chest. Still bare with prominent buds making their grand appearances, though the sweat from your previous endeavors had finally dried down into a light sheen. You’re undeniably angelic in the midst of all the monstrosity occurring all around him, in a way that cleared his mind and freed him of his terrors, and it sparked a feeling of guilt deep within him. You didn’t deserve this. Any of this.

“Another go at it then?”

“Joel!”

It was the fourteenth of February.

Not until Joel Miller came prancing around with a fucking bouquet.

Valentine’s day used to be a big deal around Boston. You could still conjure up images of the old world; a symphony of vibrant colors. Streets were adorned with heart-shaped decorations and shops showcased a dazzling array of chocolates, obnoxious bouquets, and greeting cards. The smell of cocoa and vanilla was still vivid, embedded in the back of your head even after years of being exposed to the reeking stench of sex and sweat. Working in a brothel, you learned to exploit people’s needs for romance and affection, even so, no madman has ever gone out of their way to put some thought into romancing a whore.

“Mmph.. oh.. right- right there.”

“Please, Jo- Joel. My clit. It’s right- please, no.”

Your eyes fleeted down towards where he’s located - right between your trembling thighs. He nestled his tongue towards where your natural heat is radiating from, effectively lapping up every spurt of wetness that managed to escape from your twitching hole. His tall nose constantly nudged at your bundle of nerves, each time causing your back to arch and your pelvis angled directly to where his sloppy muscle is located. You’ve told him your worries; that you were a hooker for fuckssake, you fuck guys for a living and that’d instantly make you deem unworthy of being eaten out.

Joel didn’t care one bit. Not when you’re making such sweet noises at his ministrations.

“Gotta be patient, pretty girl.”

He’s making a show out of it and it drove you insane. You averted your gaze away from him, head lolling to the side to meet his handmade bouquet propped up loosely on the small bedside table. They were fresh, some open and others in bud; you’re a little bummed you’d never get to see the ones in bud flourish as your little room was equal to a jail cell, lacking natural light. A prudent shade of pink caressed each petal, yet the kind of color that feels confident, proud to bring a newfound radiance to the shabby furniture.

The flowers felt like a mockery, a tongue stuck out to your face, everybody knew he was a madman for bringing you such gestures.

“Pay attention.”

He demanded, a carnal need for more laced in every syllable that dribbled off his lips. Joel’s eyes stuck to yours and in that moment of truth, you’re both spellbound under each other’s magic. Times like these made your brain race into untouched territory; of whether he loved you beyond the messy sheets and hushed whispers, of whether you’d escape the brothel and strive for your own. He was quick to ground you as he caressed the sides of your vulva with his ring and pointer fingers, tickled the needy hole with his middle, and pressed his thumb along each and every groove as he sought for where you ached the most.

A gentle lick upwards initiated a sharp jolt that could only be described as electrical. He pressed the end of his tongue flat against it again, then twirled gentle circles around it, and all you could do was twist the worn bedsheets in a messy crumple, splay your legs out more, and submit to his wishes. This was your gateway to heaven. He brought you the only kind of heaven you’d beg on your knees for - not the ones of unadulterated truth and clarity, but the one that’s true to the shrill, sullen, and violent world you’re living in.

It was beautiful. A moment you’d like to snap and pin with a red magnet to the refrigerator door, but it’s fleeting nonetheless.

Fuck Joel Miller and the way he’s making you feel.

“Don’t stop. Please.. please.. oh, please.”

You pleaded with all your heart, body, and soul. Nirvana was near; you could see your salvation in front of your two frantic eyes, presented among the stars scattered everytime you closed your eyes, but he cut his little performance short.

“Not yet, sweet girl.”

“You’re just my kind of man.”

Stuffed inside a dimly lit alley, amid the patronizing starlight and the warm milky glow of the moon, you leaned idly against a chipped cobblestone wall. Your figure was clad in a worn-out dress, edges tattered and stitches pulled from extended use, that hinted at both vulnerability and resilience. The night air carried a symphony of whispered conversations, muffled laughter, and faint clinking of glasses from underground taverns. It was humiliating the way your hopeful eyes met fleeting glances of passerby, assessing each one for a spark of interest, but this was your way of living. Your way to survive.

A tug on your rod, a salt and pepper man approached you with hesitant steps. You recognized the look in his old wearied eyes easily: curiosity and guilt.

“You really are. I’m really good, you know, Cherie.”

With practiced ease, you mustered a welcoming smile and gestured him to come closer in a way that made it seem like you’re withholding the world’s biggest secret. You had a certain charm when it came to attracting patrons, choreographed mannerisms that portrayed you in the sweetest manner possible. A small shy shrug here and a gentle tug of your lacy sweetheart neckline, you became a femme fatale. A true enchantress on the prowl.

It’s one of those nights where you’re eager to make a score. Joel Miller, your number one frequenter and main source of income hadn’t popped his nose in for a whole week, and despite your thriving loyalty to him, you’d rather stash up on credits than starve. The need didn’t necessarily sweep off the guilt. You felt wrong for scouting strangers from the street to offer your services, to cater to their curiosity and help them crush the weight of societal expectations, to return their diminished ego. It felt like you’re betraying him. Another stupid thought of yours that hit the curb as soon as the older man caressed your side, his grimy fingers dirtying the pure cotton.

You felt disgusted, but really, it’s just like every other day.

“Everybody says I’m pretty.. and all the other men like me.”

He’s falling. You could watch the exact moment in real time as he weighed out his options, making peace with his moral compass.

“Don’t you like me?”

“How much-”

Bingo! Bells dinged above your head. Jackpot.

“She’s mine for the night.”

What you saw first was his thick finger, dug upon the male’s shabby shirt, forceful enough that the fabric underneath crinkled in an uncomfortable manner. Dirt underneath his nails, fingertips coarse from all the physical work he’s exerted, and everlasting scabs decorating the ends of his knuckles. You knew who it was before he brought his face to light - onyx orbs oozing off disdain as he peered from your potential patron’s shoulder. Joel could kill a man from how tightly he’s eyeing you, up and down, side to side as if trying to reason with your misdemeanor.

You watched as your ‘Cherie’ scurried off into the dark, a slow whistle drawed out of your jutted lips.

It was pissing you off. His fucking audacity.

“I’m not yours for the night,” you chimed stubbornly.

“Yeah?” Joel closed any visible gap between the two of you, trapping you between the chilly wall and his heaving chest. Your eyebrows knitted with jeering derision and in return, he scooped up every last flaky ration card from his pocket and stuffed it in your balled hand. “Now you’re mine.”

“You’re always mine. Morning, day, and night. Fuckin’ remember that in your pretty little head,” his voice taunted each and every part of you as his scruff made sweet contact with your helix. You shuddered, rocked with adrenaline. “Can you do that for me, girl?”

“Yes.”

“What’s this from?”

You sat by Joel’s relaxed knees, prim behavior with your calves tucked underneath your thighs. Gentle eyes illuminated by the gentle sway of brilliant gold. By the flickering yellow the room is dark, the shapes of the furniture distinguishable but the colors were so muted that they are almost gray. It was a different kind of night; there was a prominent uneasiness in the way he’s studying you, the lines he’s provided as guidance slowly blurring away with each and every flicker of amber. He’s never done this before. Laying loose in front of you, letting you unbutton his flannel, having you set the pace - you weren’t sure what he’s trying to convey with the sudden acceptance.

Joel is a man of closed doors, and so the prospect of seeing what’s behind thrilled you.

You looked up at him. Eyes interlocked in some kind of mutual understanding as your hand extended, cold fingers ghosting over his bare skin, and only when he gave you a hesitant nod did you let it crane down. He jolted ever so slightly, a twitch in his hooded eyes. Your thumb ran over the expanse of his lightened scar. It felt odd. Not in a weird way - just in a different, intriguing way. In a way that kept you tuned to the intimate aspect of the exchange.

The most you’ve seen from him was his pelvis bone, the thick of his unshaven bush, and his cock. He’s always made sure it’s all about you, despite being the one paying. And you respected that, all the time. Though it’d be a lie if you said you didn’t want to tear at his clothes, tug at his remaining buttons, unbuckle his belt with both hands to see all of him.

You refrained nonetheless. It looked like it was taking all of him to be this open, you wouldn’t want to scare him off with your rashness.

“Got bitten by a very scary zombie.”

He lied, adorably, was he trying to make you smile?

“Joel.”

He’d die happy at the sight of you right now.

“I thought we’re tryin’ to make this fun?”

“Fun, sure. Not absurd!”

“Okay, okay, it’s uh.. I wasn’t careful with a knife.”

You hummed softly. Not entirely sure if it was more so a mundane kitchen injury or a mugged-in-the-street injury. Your eyes traced the contours of his chest, a canvas sculpted with strength and tenderness. With sweet delicateness, your fingers continued their journey; gliding ever so softly over his warm, smooth skin up to where his gallbladder is supposed to be. Speckles of gray and black coarse hair trickled over your adventure. Each sensation rippled through your fingertips, awakening your senses to the subtle textures. Every stroke was a personal exploration, an expression of gratitude. This was where you found your solace.

“This one?”

“A trip over to Vermont gone wrong.”

“Drugs?”

He hesitated. A beat of silence from the two of you emphasized the noises from beyond your thin walls: a myriad of moans, foul words, and skin slapping.

“Somethin’ like that.”

And so, your voyage proceeded, each movement a testament to the admiration you held towards him. You wondered if he felt the same way. If he’s ever thought of the fruitless hopes you held towards him. If he’d ever longed for your existence the way you did everytime he missed his scheduled visits. You need him in the most desperate way possible, beyond the way he buried himself inside you, beyond the amount his physical existence could give. Lost in your own thoughts, you let your fingers lower.

Lower.. lower.. and lower until it rested over his clothed cock.

“And what’s this from?”

“You.”

Joel Miller has an odd habit.

Every girl in your brothel knew that he’s a peculiar one; no man has ever been this dedicated to a hooker before, to the extent where you’ve had some curious questions, wondering if he’s proposed to you or do something of the sort. Men are greedy pigs who could only take and take, every whore has established that, so the sight of his reverence astonished them. He’s too good to be true. A once-in-a-lifetime abnormality. What they’ve yet to discover was of his equally peculiar habit.

Joel loved leaving a small reminder of him everytime he’s forced to leave in weird hours of the night. A small, brightly colored post-it that’s frequently left with a stack of ration cards - always insanely over the common charge - and a trinket of some sort if you’re lucky. What he wrote consisted of a broad variety. An extension of his intrinsic need to capture and remember fleeting thoughts, to show his deep fondness of you, to let you feel the parts he’s too afraid to reveal. You’ve always chalked it up to sympathy. A poor whorehouse girl like you needed pitying and he’s doing that to fix his torn morals.

You’d rather die than commit to the thought of him being in love with you.

He couldn’t possibly be. He’s him and you’re you, the two of you have established that.

Out of the many he’s left in your shoebox-sized room, the first one will always be the most memorable one. You remembered that it was in the peak of summer, heat almost seared your skin off your bones as a group of cicadas screamed their hearts out. The establishment is finally quiet at four in the morning. Most guests have finally stopped their endeavors and spent the night holding their pretty whores or leaving satisfied, and so you finally have the time to yourself. To relish in the satisfying silence. You lit a new candle and saddled it in its special nook - a spot on your bedside table that’s garnished with remnants of wax.

Your eyes met your pay. A good stack that was equal to three days worth of food and a place in the brothel.

Satiated, you reach over to make a proper count. That was when you discovered the vibrant yellow square, greeting you with a mystifying aura. Scribbled with a smudged wet ink, you predicted he used some kind of ballpoint pen to write the remark. Your first thought was of how corny it is. A snort uncontrollably left your lips as you observed the object closely. Never in a million years would you expect a brothel visitor to leave behind a hearty “Thank you for being here tonight” note.

You used to consider them strange, but over time you found yourself looking forward to the trivial gesture.

“Stay safe” was a quick and easy one.

“You reminded me that life is full of surprises” bore through your heart even when it made you cringe.

“Smile for me, pretty girl” had you by the throat.

“Can’t wait to fuck you good” elicited warmth between your thighs.

“I’m gonna miss you” made you long for him.

This morning was the same as every day. You rose from your slumber at exactly four in the morning, grumbled at the sharp sensation down your bad back, pulled your sheets at every edge, lit a lone candle, only then could you finally relish in the daunting silence. It was so quiet you could hear every beat of your heart, every time you inhaled coldness and exhaled warmth, every time your heart squeezed at the fact that he’s not here. Just like every other day, Joel Miller left you alone. In the dark.

Your line of vision moved from where your legs were planted on the freezing wooden board, to the very top of your bedside table. This was where he first broke the sacred routine, because there wasn’t a thing on top of the rotten wood. Your pay’s not there and moreover, his post-it notes were nowhere to be seen; it’s humiliating to admit you’re a lot more concerned about the latter.

Colors drained from your face. The pink from being so deeply enamored with his gentle affection, the red from being wrapped up in a lustful haze over him, the blue from being left in the dark when he knew just how much you despised it - each and every last emotion mingled into a puzzled mess. In frantic panic, you kneeled onto your knees to try and see if it dropped down underneath, but nothing met your hand other than a glob of dust and hair. Your hope slowly began to dwindle, tears welled up in your eyes at the thought of being swindled. He wouldn’t do that, would he? That was until you made the decision to pull at your drawers with a sharp tug.

What you saw was even more baffling.

Your tongue went dry.

There were stacks upon stacks of ration cards. Every single color available at your disposal: grass green, tan, olive, and faded salmon. You’ve never seen that many officially-issued ration cards in one place before. It exceeded the amount held by soldiers when giving out pay, exceeded the best tip you’ve received in the whole year you’ve worked, exceeded foolish dreams you’ve had of it. You let your fingers run through each fold, instinctually counting the number in each band when you knew for a fact that it’s much more than you’ll ever need. There’s a catch to this.

You continued to rummage through your drawer, searching for his note, anything that might give you a clue to what the sudden influx of pay may signify. What met your fingers next was something blunt. Hard, stiff, and cold so it must be a metal of some sort. You took hold of what you could only assume to be the handle. Lo and behold, you’ve just discovered a revolver, it’s metal surface tarnished with age. Your heart raced as you gingerly picked up the weapon, the weight of it unfamiliar and dangerous. Joel has always hated when you interfere with his world, of guns and drugs, of robbery and murders, so what’s with the change of heart?

Beneath where the revolver was hiding was the item you’re looking for.

His note.

“I’m heading West. Tommy needs me.”

He’s not coming back. He doesn’t have to say it word for word.

“Ration cards will last you three months at best.”

Droplets of salty tears started dirtying your cheek as you clutched onto the note. Your heart shattered with each and every word, his instructions painfully etched deep in your wounded soul. You need him, you breathe him.

“Gun’s loaded. Use it to keep you safe.”

The words on the paper, though seemingly innocent and void of any emotions, held a sanction of finality.

“Leave the brothel. Find some place safe.”

Time seemed to stand still as you retreated further into yourself. This was your way out, yet it stung like shards of glass.

“I lo-”

Your eyes glazed upon the tear on the very edge of his note. A sign of cowardice. You knew what he meant to say, you knew what he tore off the page better than anyone else.

Fuck Joel Miller and the way he made you feel.

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tinyhistory · 2 years

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It’s the first of September! The first day of spring, which is my least favourite season on account of its unpredictability.

Anyway, here’s a snippet of a fic request I’m currently filling for @stargazing-enby who submitted it two years ago aaaagh

The office is tucked away in the suburban sprawl of Bexley. It’s an old terrace townhouse; the original staircase, a hefty wooden beast, smells of furniture polish. The floorboards creak beneath Harry’s feet. The reception room is converted from the front parlour, and still has touches of the home that was once there: a lace doily over a dainty hall-table, and faded curtains framing the window. Harry glances at the wall, noticing the vintage brass light switch. This was once a Muggle home, then.

“May I help you?”

There’s an elderly witch he doesn’t recognise at the reception desk. She’s peering at him suspiciously over her spectacles, one hand resting on a typewriter which is furiously tapping out letters by itself.

Harry looks away from the typewriter. “Harry Potter. Here to see Malfoy.” It’s a little petty, he knows, but he won’t use Malfoy’s full title. Cursebreakers love that. They love the showmanship of it. The little flourishes of their wand (completely gratuitous), the dramatic pauses (unnecessary) and of course, their amazed and grateful customers (audiences; the only thing missing is the applause). It’s why Harry won’t see Levinson any more, or Sheldrake, or Vittily. It’s why he ditched Fromer after just one appointment, and why he left Clarkson’s office without even beginning the appointment. One glance into Clarkson’s delighted face — ooh, the great Harry Potter! What fantastic publicity for my little agency — and Harry had turned around and walked wordlessly out the door.

Now he waits for the usual reactions. But the witch doesn’t widen her eyes, or glance at his scar, or nervously smooth her robes. She just keeps squinting at him, and then she says, “Henry Potter…”

“Harry.”

“Harry.” She frowns. “Potter with a P?”

Harry can’t imagine what other letter Potter might begin with: he pauses, then says, “Erm. Yes.”

She picks slowly through a little wooden box filled with small white cards. “Ah. Here you are. Eleven o’clock?”

“That’s right.”

She puts a neat little tick onto the card and then moves it to another box. “Take a seat. Tea and coffee’s across the hallway.”

He sits down on one of the straight-backed wooden chairs next to the dainty hall table. There’s a little magazine rack nearby, with very well-worn copies of Cosy Homes for Country Witches and Enchanting Gardens of Magical Britain. Once Harry thumbs through them and then finds a copy of Knitting Patterns for Thrifty Witches, he begins suspecting the collection has been generously donated by the elderly receptionist. He glances up at her, then at the grandfather clock standing ponderously by the door. It’s only been fifteen minutes, but perhaps Malfoy is sitting somewhere in a comfortable office, laughing at the fact he’s keeping Harry waiting.

The receptionist speaks then, as if sensing his thoughts. “Mr Potter? Mr Malfoy will see you now. Directly up the stairs, second door on the left.”

Harry dutifully goes upstairs. There’s a narrow hallway with a window at the end of it, showing a rather unspectacular view over the grey rooftops of Bexley. He passes by the first door, which looks like a cleaning closet, and then stops at the second.

D. Malfoy

5th Order HCJ (DefM)

Cert HM (C. II)

It’s a faded set of letters printed upon the frosted glass pane. The dark-blue paint of the door is beginning to slowly flake away. Harry’s annoyed, though he can’t pinpoint why. All the other cursebreakers he’s visited have had their name, bright and glossy, upon their doors, with CURSEBREAKER emblazoned in large letters below. They love that word. It’s exciting. Full of action and danger. Curse, and breaker. Destruction and glittering shards. Smashing spells to pieces and then getting called a hero for it. Of course Malfoy would love to call himself cursebreaker.

But instead Harry’s left to decipher 5th Order HCJ (DefM) and Cert. HM, C. II.

The door swings open suddenly, leaving Harry blinking at Draco Malfoy’s face. He’s seen him around in the years following the war — it’s hard not to, really, with the magic community as small as it is — but always a distant glimpse of a blond-haired man disappearing into a shop, or waiting for one of the elevators at the Ministry (and despite Harry firmly telling himself he’d outgrown schoolyard scuffles, he’d always elected to choose a different elevator instead).

Now, however, an awkward meeting seems inevitable.

Malfoy looks down his long nose at Harry and says, “Take a seat.”

Harry won’t give him the satisfaction of pausing. He walks into the office and sits down in the nearest chair; a squeaky relic from the seventies, by the look of the avocado-coloured vinyl and slightly rusted metal legs.

Malfoy closes the door and then sits at his desk, ignoring Harry and picking up a file instead. Harry had expected the cold shoulder, and anyway, it gives him time to look around. He’s been in plenty of cursebreaker offices. Large and grand affairs, with ceiling-length windows and bookcases lined with rare tomes, and little gold name-plates on solid-oak desks. And the trophies, of course. Cursed jewellery glittering in the sunlight. Beautiful dresses stained with unicorn blood. Portraits of subjects which whisper just too quietly to decipher the words.

But Malfoy’s office is small and neat and efficient as a Ministry cubicle. There’s two framed certificates on the wall, which give Harry his answer to the riddle on the door — Fifth Order of Defensive Magic specialising in Hexes, Curses, and Jinxes, and Certificate of Healing Magic, Class II. There’s no grand bookcase, but instead a simple row of tattered texts on a shelf above the desk. A filing cabinet, grey and mildly threatening, sits in the corner.

Malfoy says, without looking up from the file, “You’re here today because…” He turns a page, “…you’re not very good at your job.”

“What?” Harry asks incredulously.

Malfoy does look up then. His expression is blandly polite, which somehow only makes Harry more angry. “You don’t currently fill the criteria of your role as an Auror. Is that correct?”

“No, that’s not correct. I’m a fully qualified Auror — ”

“Says here,” Malfoy says, looking down at the page again, “That your supervisor has referred you here on the basis that…” He taps his finger against a line of spindly writing. “Let’s see… ‘Auror Potter requires further training in sensing areas of concentrated magic.’ Says last December, you walked directly into a ward and set off a Caterwauling Charm, which compromised the entire operation.”

“What? Well - what it doesn’t mention is that the ward was very well-hidden in a staircase — ”

“And in February, you tripped a jinx when you opened a door during another operation, which resulted in several minor injuries.”

“Yes, but it was — ”

Malfoy turns a page, somehow managing to do it loudly. The rasp of paper cuts through the air. “February again. Declared a room cleared when in fact it was still armed with a Severing Curse. Your partner suffered a significant injury.”

Harry looks away. That had been a particularly difficult incident, and the guilt still lingers. “I could’ve sworn that room was — ”

“March. Picked up a cursed wand, resulting in moderate burns.”

“I had to, I was trying to disarm — ”

“Which brings us to April,” Malfoy says, closing the file. The pages flutter shut. “Ran straight through a basic security ward, shattering it. Minor injuries sustained.” He finally looks up, his expression indecipherable. “Anything you care to add to these notes?”

“I do my job,” Harry snaps. “And I do it well.”

“Mm,” Malfoy says, and it’s maddening exactly how much condescension he manages to fit into a single syllable. “Well, that particular judgment is up to me, isn’t it?”

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chaozsilhouette · 1 year

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A Helpful Warrior

It had been going on for a while.

MK would tuck Caihong in, wish her goodnight, and collapse on their pillow. Only to be shocked awake by the sound of muffled screaming and sobs. Then MK would go over and comfort the poor girl.

Even though it had cost them hours of sleep, MK could never find it within their heart to feel any annoyance or anger. Combing through the white streaked black hair, MK hummed a simple melody. The child had been through too much. She was forced to house a dangerous entity for over a year. Forced to live with the knowledge that her face had been used to carry out horrific crimes.

The Lady Bone Demon was long dead, but her actions had consequences. Despite her innocence, plenty of people saw nothing wrong with turning a nine-year-old into a pariah.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, all that time did a real number on her memories. Caihong could still read, write, and complete basic math but any personal information was a blur at best. She truly had nothing.

Fortunately, Pigsy and Tang were happy to take her in and just like that MK got a little sister.

However, while she was making some progress with Sandy, the nights remained a time for nightmares. Frustrated in their inability to help, MK scanned the shared room, hoping to find something that could be used as a distraction. It was then their eyes landed on their most prized possession.

A precious gift. A handcrafted sign from their father that they would always have of place within the enigma of a family. They could still remember that wonderful day.

They were four years old and still coming to grips about their situation.

They remembered nothing. Nothing about how they ended up on the side of the road. Not about how they were covered with mud and pebbles, where they grew up. Not even their name.

Pigsy, Tang, and Xingye came together and chose to raise the strange child, even when dropping them off at an orphanage would have been much easier.

It was a slow day at the restaurant and the only dining customer had paid, leaving the four in their silence.

Tang tried to play it cool, but the massive smile really didn’t help. Xingye was trying to be all clever circling the scholar’s behavior yet always pulling away before revealing anything. Eventually Pigsy had enough of their nonsense and told Tang to just do it already. Not needing anymore provocation, Tang pressed a strange box into their face. It was colorful and tied with a shiny ribbon.

Blinking, they stared at it confused. Xingye mimed pulling the ribbon and not knowing what else to do MK copied him. With the box released, MK saw that the lid could be lifted straight off. Once the lid was safely on the ground, they saw what was inside and their eyes were filled with stars.

It was a monkey plushie.

The handcrafted stuffed animal was roughly a foot long, bordering two with the long tail. It reminded them of all the different Monkey King themed items they saw in stores but this one was a closer match to Xingye. Black cloth acted as the fur and the patch of exposed stomach was a nice tan. The unique touches were the feathered red mask on the head and the six colorful lotus petal like ears attached to both sides.

Picking it up, MK cooed at the sensation. He was so soft.

Wushi was a precious gift.

Looking at him, MK could easily see the little monkey had been through a lot but was still as perfect as the day they got him. Making a choice, MK broke contact with Caihong to carefully pick up the token of love. Caihong, wiping the tears from her eyes, looked at their new sibling confused.

Taking a deep breath, MK offered Wushi to Caihong. “When I didn’t know who I was, Wushi was always there for me. I believe he can help you.”

Caihong took the plush that closely resembled her hero. She couldn’t explain why, but suddenly she felt safer. Like her hero was right there with her. Deciding that she wanted to go to bed, she pulled the covers back over as MK turned off the lamp leaving only the moon to illuminate the room.

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Stars Apart

The story on how Mo and Neoma (my OC) met.

Chapter 2

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"Alright, bon appétit." said Mo, grabbing his dinner to devour.

He was leaning back on the kitchen counter, left hand resting on the ledge, just spacing out. Sort of feeling guilty for having caused their leave since he was the one who accidentally angered those creatures. Starting to feel ashamed, he then remembered the box. The heavy steel box that moved, just by itself. He then thought of many conspiracies to explain it, not realizing that he finished his dinner whenever he grabbed for more, only finding an empty palm. His conspiracies were tiring him down, so he thought it would be best to get some shuteye. So he clapped the lights off, put on his eye mask and laid in his custom made bed, so his feet would be tucked in properly. He then went away in his mind world...for a while, at least.

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He grabbed a spare flashlight in his upper cabinets and opened the door. He peeked out shyly and tip toed lightly down the hallway, not wanting to wake up his friends.

Once he'd reached the end, he turned his flashlight left and right. He thought of going back, thinking his job was done, until he heard the same sound from the left side of the hall. He made a left, then a right to find a hall that contained many halls. It wasn't until the fourth left hall that he saw them.

He didn't even have to shine his flashlight, there were just two golden feral eyes, floating together in the dark. He started to breathe faster, scared for his life. Then, the eyes leaped down to the ground, now making growls. He then was stepping back, getting more scared each step. Unfortunately, he tripped and dropped his flashlight. He thought he was done for, so he just closed his eyes and hid his face behind his arms like a coward. He stayed like this for a while, but he heard something moving back and forth. He moved his arms and eyelids from his sight and found a creature playing with his flashlight like a toy.

The creature was lavendar with indigo stripes all around its body, its claws moving the flashlight back and forth, focusing on it with its white diamond irises, shaped like a cat's. Golden colored eyes with black surrounding the stars. Its long tail was waving back and forth playfully, it seemed like it was really captivated by the object. Its had was held back by a long golden hair piece with v bangs and shaved sides but two braids by her long pointed ears, listening attentively to the flashlight's sounds. The only clothing it had on was a very ripped white and red colored animal skined top and a very long, thick, red and white colored loin cloth. It's feet were more like deer hooves, steadily waiting. It's fur was barely noticeable and perfect, not to much or too less.

Mo was amazed, fascinated even. He'd never seen an...alien before and so...pretty.

He carefully reached his hand out to grab the flashlight back, but it arched its back and began growling again. He moved his arm back, letting it play. Then its irises widened, focusing on the man. It started to approached him carefully. He thought of scooting back but he knew that would scare it away. It slowly creeped up to him and felt his leg, lifting it up curiously, examining its different shape and the thing on it.

"Uh-umm..." Mo slowly started to speak. "...th-those are pj pants, sweats specifically."

It looked straight at him, startled by his voice. It didn't say anything back unfortunately, it just kept going up. Kept going up to his shirt and started to reach for his body from underneath. Flustered, he quickly grabbed its wrists. It looked up at him so innocently.

"Let's...not do that, ok?" He said.

It tilted its head with confusion. It then felt the texture of the fabric of the shirt, how plain and different it was. It felt its furry cheek with it slowly, taking in this new thing. But it kept on going up, to his face. It saddled onto his lap to be more comfortable, he blushed instantly. It carefully placed its clawed hands on his cheeks, caressing his smooth tan skin. It stretched out his cheeks, then placed its hands on his mouth. It then shaped out his nose, then covered his eyes, sort of playing with him. He smiled and hummed a chuckle. It smiled back and showed its carnivorous set of teeth. It wasn't until it reached his curly hair that it became so intrigued. It gasped quietly and giggled, liking his curls. It shoved his head into its chest, trying to get a better feel. That's when he figured out its sex was female, I guess, being shoved into her full chest. He blushed immensely, wanting to move back, bu he could tell that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, so he just dealt with it. Until he felt the powerful heat coming from within her. He carefully placed his hands on her back, wanting to stay there forever.

"You're so warm..." he murmured into her chest.

She huffed a smile. She cupped his cheeks and looked into his chocolate eyes deeply with her starry eyes. They stayed like that for a while, not one of them making a sound, until they heard one. Alerted, she scurried off, taking the flashlight with her.

"Wait." He said, trying to form a sentence.

But she was already gone, leaving no trace. But it was just Buzz, roaming around the dark hallways.

"Mo, what are you doing here?" He questioned.

"Oh, umm, just- couldn't sleep."

"Ah, I'm with you there, man. But, uhh...why are you on the floor though?

"Oh, umm, tripped. You know me."

"I do."

Buzz offered to help but Mo politely declined, getting up by himself.

"Come on, man." said Buzz. "Let's both get some sleep." He patted Mo on the back and walked with him to their rooms. Mo looked back, still wondering where she went.

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TUF Gaming GT302 ARGB: The Cooling Champion Arrives

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The TUF Gaming GT302 ARGB chassis, which ASUS unveiled today, simplifies the process of assembling a high-performance computer with excellent cooling. The GT302 ARGB redefines expectations for a mainstream case. It comes ready for excellent cooling right out of the box, is equipped for broad compatibility with high-performance components, and is intelligently crafted inside and out for a simple PC DIY experience.

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(Image credit to ASUS) TUF Gaming GT302 ARGB offers exceptional cooling performance with four pre-installed 140 x 28 mm fans

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Simple design with two hues

(Image credit to ASUS) TUF Gaming GT302 ARGB features interchangeable side panels

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There are two color options for the GT302 ARGB: black and white. The GT302 ARGB utilizes white cables for the case fans and front I/O, in contrast to other rival white models that use the same wires and cables as their black counterparts, giving consumers a more unified and harmonious appearance. The detachable side panels allow customers to customize the appearance of their PC with any color choice. Users may place one panel, which has a tempered glass window, and the other, which has mesh, on either side of the chassis.

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Folding Cartons Market Is Predicted to See Long-term Growth Over the Forecast Period 2023-2030

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What is the minimum quantity of boxes we deliver?

Our minimum box quantity starts from 100 onwards, whatever it is. Our team ensures to get ready the order on promised time.

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customboxespk · 1 year

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Custom Hair Spray Boxes Printed with Logo at Wholesale

Significance of Custom Printed Hair Boxes:

Hairsprays contain flammable solvents and can be dangerous. So, there is a dire need to pack them safely. Custom hairspray boxes are a perfect solution. We craft boxes with strong and long-lasting material that secures the item from moisture, sunburn, and catching fire. Besides this, hairspray is one of the essential beauty items. Competition among the brands is augmenting day by day. So, a bespoke box printed with exclusive artwork and graphics outshines the brand's items from the rest and gives a distinctive identity. Wishing to boost sales, reach us at CustomBoxes.PK and upgrade the status of your beauty brand.

What are the Diverse Types of Hair Spray Boxes Wholesale?

Hair sprays come in large and small containers, requiring boxes accordingly. We manufacture the following types of boxes:

Straight and reverse tuck end box

These types of boxes are easy to load and ship.

Moreover, they present the box very professionally.

Tray and sleeve

An optimal style of box for the safety of hairsprays

Unveil the items in front of the audience without unpacking

Window hair spray box

Give a visually appealing appearance to the products.

We do not restrict clients to our customized designs. Aside from these boxes, we grant permission to bring novel and unique ideas regarding the structure of the box. You will be pondering whether our designers will make this happen. Absolutely, yes, they have years of packaging skills and know how to bring out-of-the-way solutions.

Create Convenient Packaging with the Printing of Product Details:

Clients are very passionate in terms of their products. Especially when it comes to hair sprays, they become more mindful and look for high-quality. You can impress the buyer with the customized printing of the box. We engrave the products' images, details containing chemicals, side-effects usages, and warning signs. It relies on you to go with one-color or full-color printing. After that, we laminate the packaging to make it easy to read the text and invulnerable to marks and lines. The beauty items' proper presentation and descriptions positively impact the buyer. Ultimately, it becomes inescapable to buy.

Selection of Material for the Construction of a High-End Package:

One of the decisive stages is to elect the finest quality material that secures hair sprays from external harm and retains their natural appearance. We are aware of the disasters of climate change; therefore, our manufacturers ensure to take eco-friendly measures. There could be nothing more worth than kraft and cardboard. They do not have any dangerous effects. Besides this, for the eye-catchy and appealing look of the packaging, cardboard is an optimal option. You can apply various add-ons and printing methods to construct an extraordinary box.

What is the Motive of Laminations in the Creation of An Appealing Packaging?

Usually, brands do not view laminations as a pivotal part of the packaging. This is just a myth; they are of great significance. Mostly, brands have concerns regarding the scratches and bruised on the packaging's surface. The marks of fingerprints and bumps give a very negative impression. So, to captivate the clients, we utilize gloss and matt laminations to give a shinier and smooth touch to the exterior of the packaging. Besides this, they also function as a safeguard against abrasions, dirt, scuffs, etc. in contrast, aqueous coating is water-based and creates a sheen and bright look. Spot UV also adds a thick layer to the specific part and prevents harm.

Add-Ons and Finishings for Alluring Prints:

The purpose of additional features is to create beautiful packaging. They give an ending touch and give a classy appearance. Our options involve custom printed hairspray boxes packaging:

Embellishments

Add-Ons

Embossing

Window cut-outs

Debossing

PVC sheets

Foil stamping (silver/ gold foiling)

Inserts/ partitions

Why Choose CustomBoxes.PK?

We are a Pakistan-based company that has been delivering our services in the packaging industry for a longer time worldwide. Our remarkable services have won the trust of national and international clients. We are not only confined to Pakistan but also ship orders to foreign countries. Our company equips a highly qualified staff of manufacturers who can construct your desirable box. Moreover, we provide free-of-cost design support and free physical samples, die-cuts, and plates.

Reference: https://customboxpackagingwholesale.blogspot.com/2022/11/custom-hair-spray-boxes-printed-with.html

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gibbsryan · 2 years

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Give A Million-Dollar Appearance To Your Cosmetic Brand With Customized Bath Bomb Boxes

Custom bath bomb boxes are a gift straight from heaven! It's admitted that the nourishing and calming effects of the citrus balls are out of this world. We call them addictive balls, and the customers have no choice but to splurge. Hence it results in repeat customers.

Once the brands head onto the fame journey, they sometimes overlook certain vital aspects. Yes, we mean custom packaging. However, the bath balls are super gorgeous, teeming with scents, colors, and flavors. But it doesn't imply that we don't focus on the creative design of the boxes. We strive to give a mouthwatering package to the customers.

Creative custom bath bomb boxes wholesale amplifies the value of the magical balls 100 times. It instills in the customer's mind that this is “THE BEST” product ever. And the five-star badge goes to our very own custom boxes. Therefore, if you aim to give an exclusive and posh feel to the boxes s, you are in the right spot.

How To Ooze Luxury And Chic Vibes With Our Creative Bath Bomb Boxes Wholesale?

We run out of words regarding the box of bath bombs. It creates a heavenly bathing experience with swirling colors and patterns. And when the workaholics dip into the foamy river, that feeling is unexplainable.

Don't you think precious balls require out-of-the-world boxes? The box theme, style, and shade must sync well with the citrus balls. Ahead we have gathered a list of our all-time popular box styles.

1. Bath Bomb Packaging With Window

Who can turn a blind eye to visually attractive balls? No one! But if the box is fully closed, the customers demand its unboxing. Thus it is time to save your brain, money, and time with custom die-cut boxes. And enjoy the lather with the following cons.

Best view

Helps in decision making

Big time saver

Convinces the beauty enthusiasts to splurge

2. Two-Piece Box

it is the most popular and frequently demanded custom bath bomb box worldwide. It promises top-notch protection- no sticking or smudging of the balls. Plus, it makes the shipment from point A to B trouble-free.

The box is available in a plethora of shades, styles, and add-ons. In fact, it gives a blank check to clients to craft the boxes the way they love. Wow, freedom and creativity altogether. BINGO!

3. Tuck Front Box Style

Are you in haste and hunting for your favorite bathing item? Well, take out the truck front box, and you are good to go! Open, pick, dip and dive!

Moreover, the box provides ample space for accommodating multiple balls. Plus, the colorful sphere together takes the customers on a visual ride.

4. Sleeve Packaging

Slide into the foamy and scented world with our innovative box styles. The tray and custom sleeve boxes continue breaking stereotypical patterns like a boss.

The lightweight, easy to assemble, and frictionless box is superb. You just put the tray out and pick the scented ball. End of the story. It is time to throw away soaps, and shower gels and embrace the aqua sizzlers. The deal is done. Period.

Do You Want To Attain Superstar Status Within The Blink Of An Eye?

The dog-eat-dog world takes a lot from us. And the never-ending pressure to cement your identity crushes the morale of all the brands. And the large scale companies are no exception. The entire cosmetic business is about marketing and promotional game. If the brands ace this tactic, there is nothing to stop them.

Bath bomb packaging boxes are everywhere.

It educates the buyers about the bath bomb's uses, composition, and side effects.

Spreads brand awareness

Expands the graph of loyal customers

It's a gateway to plummeting sales

But there is more to it. Do you want to impress the A-list customers? Bath bomb boxes with logos are the best!

Strengthens your claw into the competitive market

Gives a hard time to peers

Preserves your brand's original and creative designs

Your fizzy balls effortlessly acquire the high spot

Best way to hit the international audience

Reach The Zenith Of Luxury, Sustainability, And Refinement With Out-Of-The-Box Packaging!

Are you hunting for a creative box of bath bombs? Are you done with an unprofessional custom box supplier?

Welcome to the home of excellence and perfection.

A rough, dirty, greasy bath bomb surface is a big disaster. We got the skills to upgrade your packaging with the following alternatives.

Gloss lamination: Bring you're A-game to the ring with extra gloss yet protective coating.

Matte lamination: not willing to steal the spotlight? Matte lamination is your thing. Make the box surface and edges smooth and wrinkle with this lamination.

Spot UV: focus on the target and reflect shine with Spot UV. It adds a bling effect to a particular zone rather than the entire box.

Aqueous coating: customers hate stains and scratches on the packaging. It spoils their unboxing memory and pisses them off. This coating adds a protective layer to the box with utmost perfection. Thus, it increases durability and strength to an unimaginable level.

Reference: https://dkworldnews.com/customized-bath-bomb-packaging/

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