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꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿ The Salacious Exploits ‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

•┈୨Chapter III୧┈•

•┈୨please be advised to the warning before continuing୧┈•: smut, angst, fluff, ditzy/Bimbo reader, Hyperfemine reader, Jean being a tease plus he’s a soft lover boy, Eren is a lover boy here, oc is just like you in a way, DARK CONTENT!, TABOO! Student x teacher, Power imbalances, Age gap, reader is in her early 20s and they are in their 30s and 40s, could be considered a foursome(?), oral receiving( m and f), reader hates school, perv Erwin( for just a bit), ooc for everyone( maybe), lazy day for reader, Hange goes by they/their/she/her pronouns here, sloppy top( snot, tears, spit bubbles), fingering and pussy eating, daddy kink because it’s used two times, I headcannon that Levi is a messy pussy eater, pet names( sweetheart, ditzy brat, pretty girl, etc.), Choso appears at the end, do note that this is not gonna be a story with smut and smut only, it has angst, plot, and fluff as well( minor for the fluff ngl), please tell me if I’m missing something…

WC: 6.7k

ﾟ•┈୨ Song for this Chapter୧┈•ﾟ｡: Love Language by Sza

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from salaciousdoll: Hi Hi babiesss, I loved and hated writing this chapter( there’s no in between) but I hope you all enjoy reading this. Note to not solve your daddy issues like this in real life because it is not healthy and appropriate for you. I do not condone this in real life. Keep that in mind as you read this story, love y’all🎀

Characters in this chapter: Erwin s., Levi A., Miche Z., Hange Z., Choso K., and intro to my oc

Minors do not interact, 18+

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Previously on Salacious Exploits…

Erwin's eyes widened and he was about to speak but you pulled off already leaving him distraught. You are a student and he didn’t even know that. Hell how could he when you two don’t know each other. He just hoped that you weren’t his student or a student in high school. He didn’t want a repeat or case.

Meanwhile, Eren, Armin, and Reiner were looking for you, hell even Mikasa and the other girls were wondering where you went and hoped you didn’t get snatched or something. Jean was the only one who knew where you were at but he just didn’t know your name. He’ll find out soon.

Oh there was a horny and crazy storm coming your way as you made your way to your house with a small smile on your face. The drinks that the girls brought were still on the table as they called you. Guess you were lying about wanting to drink.

Waking up with half of your silk bonnet/scarf off was not the mood, that’s how you knew today wasn’t gonna be a great day. It was now time for school and you spent the last two days girl-blogging, taking care of yourself, eating, and sleeping. You didn’t want to go to any more parties your past friends invited you to since you were now back to square one, feeling bad for yourself and thinking about your actions.

You were hesitant to get up for classes today, so you clicked snoozed on your phone to get more rest. When the blaring sound of your favorite song blasted again 8 minutes later, you wanted to scream into your pillow. You stretched and yawned prior to placing your sleep eye-mask on your dresser by your desk with your jewelry, sunglasses, and makeup products were at. You made your way over to your closet to pick out your outfit for the day.

You decided to choose something for your mood for today but still kept it cute enough to get stares. You chose a pink crop top that showed a little of your belly and a few of your rolls as well— it had white letters on it spelling out, “ A Ditzy Princess”. With that top, you pulled out your dark blue jeans and pink leg warmers to top it off. Your white Air Force ones with pink custom mid soles and outer soles were perfect to go with your outfit. And now you just added your white jacket you got from a tracksuit on top and voila, your lazy outfit for today.

Or you could do any outfit you like, just make it pink and you got a deal, pink is your signature color as of now, so with every outfit you pick, you always add some pink in it. That’s why, today is a lazy day for you. You dressed lazy but in the end you still put that pink on. In your mind, you kept saying “lazy but make it pretty”.

You felt like today was going to be a lazy day, so you decided to dress the least effort you would ever dress, just for today. After setting your clothes out, you freshen yourself up for school, not knowing that you’re running a little behind already.

Transitioning to school was surpingly calm for you or at least your music made you calm. Once you put on the necklace and your little white purse with a little mocha from sanrio accessory hanging off it and pink ribbons you tied at the end of the handles, you were set.

Now you were trying to find a park, which wasn’t too nerve wrecking this time. Before you got out your car, you grabbed your perfume to spray yourself with it, your perfume were always expensive with a little mix of cheap( bath and body works, etc.) and you didn’t even use all of them, especially the ones stacked in your perfume stands on the other desk beside your bed.

You got out and grabbed your little purse with your pink tote bag from “my mum made it” brand. The pink, pillow tote was filled with everything you needed for classes. Your laptop, pencils, pens, highlighters, books. And in your small white purse was the necessities you needed, your makeup, lipgloss, wallet, and a small hello kitty bow mirror. You then grabbed your pink Stanley Tumbler and grabbed your printed out schedule— the only productive thing you did over the weekend.

Your eyes widened once you realize the time of the clock compared to when your first class started. You stomped your feet, “ Shit, well fuck it. I’m already here anyways.”

You really hope the professor wasn’t the man you had sex with since his name is similar to his and on top of it, you hope this professor wasn’t worst than Levi and Nanami out together— specifically when it comes to tardiness for his class.

You walked to the class and stopped at the door, preparing yourself for eyes all over you. It wasn’t like you weren’t used to it, it’s just today is not your day! Or so you think….

You placed your hand on the door but before you could even twist it, your phone ring loud and clear. You wanted to slap yourself for not turning your ringer off when you got up this morning. You only rode silent mode off when you sleep, sadly you forgot to turn it back on. Immediately fetching it from your purse, you shut it off with a low whisper, “ Fuck.”

You sincerely wanted to curse out whoever decided to call you, right now of all times too. You knew he heard it because you heard movement stop in the class automatically. You were about to turn around, but you bumped right into someone else’s body. You looked at the person and saw the bartender from the bar smirking at you while Eren was beside him giving you a replica of his smirk. Only then, you saw eren with a phone up to his ear. He called you and you were about to tell him off, but of course, the door open.

“ Are you three coming in to my class or gonna stand out here, if you are— I suggest you exit the building since you’re planning to ditch this class. I don’t have time for such behavior interrupting my class.”, You heard his deep voice and automatically felt every bone in your body freeze.

You stayed staring at Jean who held a deep eye contact contest with you, almost like he knew what happened with you two and you hope he didn’t, until he spoke, “ I apologize, Professor Smith. We just arrived right now and she was just standing here. I think she was confused, so we asked for her schedule just to find out this was the right class for her.”

You mentally thanked him, still not turning around. You feared seeing his face and you never feared something like this so why now? It was confusing you.

Eren walked past you, stopping to stand behind you almost blocking Erwin from your view as he stared at the bright eyed man who had his arms crossed and one eyebrow raised, “ Sorry, sir, it won’t happen again.”

Jean grabbed your tote bag from your left hand and held the hand he grabbed it from. You turned around and followed him into the class, your mind still wrapped up that your first teacher you fucked was just standing in front of you, well behind you since you didn’t turn around until Jean grabbed your hand to walk past Mr.Smith and into the classroom.

Eren didn’t like that Jean was holding your hand and reached to grab your right hand as your white purse sat on that shoulder. Everyone eyed the three of you with curiosity and wonder. You knew rumors were about to spread just because of this and somehow that didn’t bother you in the slightest, in fact you craved the attention because you were what your father’s other wife called you in front of him once, “ a attention Whore”

You could take a guess and say these two are pretty popular especially with the way people were staring at you as you sat between them in class or was it because of your outfit or hair, Yeah! That’s it. That’s the reason, at least that’s what your mind think.

You took out a notebook and pencil before turning your full attention on the man that kept eye contact with you as you slipped the condom on his big dick with your mouth. You smiled at the memory prior to keeping focus on what he was saying or trying to.

“ Before that interruption happened, did anyone have any questions—if not now, then you can email questions to me. Now let’s get started in the bc era.”, Mr.smith says while writing down 1000 bc on the board. You wanted to cry because History was so damn boring and as soon as he started talking even more, you started dozing off.

“ What do you all know about the era before 500 BCE, give me facts of what you do know about that time or what you’ve learned about that time? Hmm, shout them out if you want, only just this once I’ll allow you all to shout out answers.”, Mr.Smith declares sternly. Gosh, the way nobody even bothered to whisper or talk during his statements before shows you that he’s strict, strict. Sucks for you.

“ I know it’s the classical era in world history.”, A boy shouted from the back of the classroom. Mr.smith smiled a bit, “ Correct, give me more!”

One girl with orange hair shouted from the second to last row, “ the era with the Roman Empire, Ming dynasty, and more. That’s unfortunately all I remember.”

Professor Smith still gave Petra some words that brightened up her expression for not remembering much about the era before 500 BCE. He didn’t expect anyone to remember much because too much information could make you forget a lot of things so he understood.

Erwin wanted you to shout out an answer so bad just so he could stare at you without getting caught openly staring at you. He still had you in the back of his mind and needed to have you again but now he can’t. He turned to the next person and heard them shout out an answer. Your class knew more than he expected.

By the time, everyone was done shouting, you were done for, luckily you snuck your sunglasses on while they were shouting out answers and whilst he was jotting down everyone’s answer. You had your hand on your face and your head leaned on your hand as you napped with your sunglasses on. Eren kept nudging you with a very low whisper of “ Pay attention”, “stay up”, or “ get up sleepyhead ”. Jean kept poking you and you still dozed off right after fighting them off.

Suddenly, you snapped yourself out of sleep, when you were leaning your head on Eren’s shoulder, due to the sound of Professor Smith’s voice. You all had to turn to the people around you to discuss a passage you had no idea y’all were reading.

Eren playfully nudged you with his shoulder, “ Seee, you should’ve stayed up like we said otherwise you wouldn’t be looking like a loss puppy right now.”

“A cute one too.”, Jean says underneath his breathe thinking you didn’t hear it and you didn’t, well some of it. The only word you heard him loud and clear on was cute as he reached to hand you a sticky note with everything you talked about on it. You smiled at him as you took the sticky note, noting the way he looked away once you made eye contact with him. God, the blush was sweet and comical on his face. You wanted to stare more but right now you had to write down what’s on the sticky note. Awww, the fact that he was taking notes for you too is just too sweet. Yeah, you’re gonna be great friends with him.

You smiled at him and then at Eren prior to Erwin calling the class focus back to him because of his baritone voice bouncing off the walls.

“ You all have a minute until this class ends, but I want you to carry your thoughts to the next class we have because you’re gonna need it.”, Erwin says and as he says it, it’s like he makes eye contact with you and you didn’t like what he was implying. Erwin dismissed the class and everyone started to get up, you were the first one to pack up.

“ { reader’s last name}, can you stay behind a bit? I would like to speak with you.”, Erwin asks as he uncuffed his links to his light blue button up shirt. You wanted the earth to open up a black hole to suck you into.

Jean snickered and patted your low back before leaning to whisper in your ear, “ Good Luck, marshmallow. Try not to slip and fall, okay?” You looked at him with confusion and he only laughed before walking out with Eren who put both of his thumbs up in action of encouragement for you.

Jean chuckled at his teasing joke he made as he walked out meanwhile you were slowly trudging your way down the stairs to Erwin desk. There was one last person walking down the stairs and out the door. Erwin waited until that person cleared out afore looking up at you from where he was sitting and cleared his throat, “ first you come to my class late and now you slept through my entire lesson. We’re gonna talk about the elephant in the room this moment because you lied to me. So you've disappointed me three times today, { reader’s last name }. Hope the next class has improvement from you, wouldn’t want to exile you from this class…You may leave now.”

He fucking frustrated you to no ends and you were ready to leave, yet you needed to say your piece first. You were only frustrated because he said he was disappointed in you, “ That’s not what you said when I was taking your dick, in fact, you said I was proud of you, what changed Mr.Smith.” You had no idea where this surge of confidence came from since you didn’t even want to face the man when he caught you in the hallway earlier. Fucking mind. Always speaking. Never stop talking.

Erwin’s jaw slacked a bit before he clenched it, “ Let this be the last time you mention that { reader’s last name}, it was a mistake on my part. If I had known that you were my stud-”

You walked closer and around the desk to him, only standing a few inches from him as he still faced the chairs in the classroom, “ You would’ve what? Hmm. Not tell me how much of a good girl I was, not tell me how I’m doing so well taking your dick... no, no, that’s not it. You would have told me not to squeeze my pu-”

Erwin grabbed your wrist and yanked you to him in between his thick thighs, “ Don’t. Don’t be unprofessional right now. You’re being really unprofessional and I would only stoop to your level if I engage even more into this conversation we’re having.”

Your feelings was hurt a little because why he acting like your being unprofessional right now as if he wasn’t balls deep in you. I guess the difference is off or on the clock right? Whatever.

You snatched your wrist from him and rolled your eyes, “ You have the nerve.” You grabbed your stuff before pausing, “ One last time.” Your smile on your face was devious and you had a plan in the back of those pretty eyes of yours, he was interested to find out what.

Erwin stared at you with his head tilted a bit in confusion, “ One last time for what?”

You turned to him and dropped your purse back on the desk, “ One last wave of pleasure from me and then we’ll never speak of this again, hell I won’t even acknowledge you as a one night stand, better yet, I’ll only be professional with you, professional only.”

Erwin clenched his hands together and leaned back on the chair with his blonde hair coming out of place because of this stressful decision, a foolish decision he was about to make. He thought about the consequence before anything. What would happen if your parents find out? What would they sa— Zip. That was the sound of a zipper being pulled down and he snapped his head up to see your sweater being zipped down showing your belly top like you had when you arrived in his classroom. He noticed you zipped it up when you were about to take a nap, why he noticed? It’s because he noticed everything you did. He felt himself intrigued by you even when he’s not supposed to be.

“ Let me thank you for giving me the best sex I’ve had since freshman year of college.”, You say as you dropped to your knees on the cold tile floor. Looking up at him through your lashes was everything he needed to let you unzip his pants all on your own. He knew he shouldn’t have folded that easily, but he was just reminded of the time your warm lips slide the condom on his cock.

Your plushy lips were glossy and your hands were making its way into his gray slacks. You then stopped and dragged his chair with your body as you slid under his desk. You were surprised your entire body fit under his desk. Afterwards, you licked your lips and took his dick out his slacks, smirking at how red the tip was. His pre cum oozed down his cock meaning he was hard for a long time. His cock felt so heavy on your hands, you straightened his dick up and held it with two hands staring at him with humor in your eyes, so fucking huge and I took all of this. Hmmph. Your dick is wide too, almost as wide as my wrist.” He pulsed in your hand when you started to whisper against his cock all while beginning to stroke him, “ This will be our last time, professor smith. Don’t cum too fast or I’m gonna milk you dry. I don’t have until 11:45 for my next class and it’s now..” you checked your phone, “ it’s now 9:50, got tons of minutes with you.”

There was a sudden knock on your door and you squeezed his dick inside of your hands, not too roughly though, “ Act like I’m not even here, m’kay?”

Erwin cursed under his breath, “ alright.” He then tapped his fingers on the desk and yelled, “ Come in.”

Hange opened the door with a big slam following, due to the door hitting the wall, “ Helloooooooo, Erwinnn.” You froze before blowing on his tip causing him to scoot closer to the desk. Once he did you spit on his dick and at the same time he coughed into his hand to hide the noise you made.

You wanted to laugh at him shaking his leg with anticipation dancing around him. You wrapped your lips around him when you heard Mr.Ackerman voice next and then another voice you hadn’t heard at all. A voice so deep that it went straight to your pussy. Your pussy was so wet and it was starting to hurt a little.

“ Erwin, long time no see. How’s luck on finding out who the woman is?”, Miche asks in curiosity as he sat in the chair in front of Erwin.

Levi could see that Erwin looked constipated, his expression giving it away. You, on the other hand, was now sucking on the tip of his dick. Your glossy lips wrapped around the tip of his cock was everything he wanted to see, but he couldn’t right now since his focus was on Hange and Miche blabbering off, more like they are blabbering to Miche about the girl he mentioned to them. If only they knew the girl they were referring to was underneath his desk sucking him off.

Levi squinted his eyes, “ Yeah, where is she?”

Erwin stared at Levi until you suddenly slid your mouth over the majority of his cock, taking him deep into your mouth without a gag reflex. Erwin didn’t mean to roll his eyes in the back of his head, but your mouth felt too good taking him in.

You wanted to moan so bad or even touch yourself. You hated that you couldn’t because otherwise your body would have to move back and when you did, you would’ve bumped into the desk.

You popped his cock out your mouth, using your right hand to stroke him and your mouth to trace your tongue up and down the side of his dick causing Erwin to release a shaky breath, “Couldn’t find her, so I don’t know right now.”

Levi walked closer to the desk inspecting Erwin by holding eye contact with the blue eyed blonde as he kept feeling your mouth try to take all of his dick inside of it before releasing yourself from his cock, you were teasing and he hated it. He needed to fuck your throat. So bad.

“ Erwin, What student left their bags here? I'm very surprised you didn’t tell one of your other students to find them in order to get their stuff back. Shame shame shame, you’re losing your touch, Erwin.”, Miche taunt while walking behind him to write on the green chalk board like he always does when they visit his classroom not seeing you underneath the table yet.

Hange let out a big laugh, “ Awh come on Miche, cut Erwin slack. You betcha he’s going to either find the person himself or wait until the next class, I mean that’s what I would do.” They shrug their shoulders and kick their feet up on the seat next to them.

You were stuck and the only thing you tried not to do is blow your cover. The sucking noises were low as you engulfed his dick in your mouth. Bobbing your head up and down— locking your jaw around his dick making him close his eyes, loosen his tie next, “ W-what can I say. Changed man always has tricks up his sleeves to increase the momentum of change.”

“ Don’t start with your quotes, Erwin. Let’s face the music now. You didn’t change because of my suspicion.”, Levi says with his hands in his pocket. He narrowed his eyes at Erwin whose hands were drumming against the desk fast.

“ Because of your own suspicion, I didn’t change what , that’s what you’re implying . You underestimate me, Levi.”, Erwin says through gritted teeth. His mind was becoming foggy because you were rolling your head as you took his cock in and out of your throat. Your hands twisted and stroked the part that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. It was beginning to be too much for him.

Miche heard the little sucking noises and squatted down to sniff the air and when he did, he turned to lock eyes with your teary eyes. A smirk made its way to his face as he stared at you still sucking his friend like you were starving. You never stopped what you were doing when you made eye contact with the grey eyes Miche possessed. A pro if he must say. You, on the other hand, thought the feeling of being caught turned you on even more and you were sure that you were feeling wet spots on your pants. Your slick felt like it was seeping through your underwear and blending into your jeans.

“ Fuck.”, Erwin whispered as he reached down to pet your head as a sign in saying good job and you adored it especially with an extra pair of eyes staring you down. Miche felt himself get aroused because of the lascivious scene in front of him.

“ You might as well face fuck the girl already. You’re getting your shitty sweat all over yourself and the desk. How unsanitary, Erwin.”, Levi says before kicking the desk to prove his point and he did especially when he heard a loud choking sound underneath the desk.

“ Looks like you caught me in act, Levi. Always so sharp with intuition. Fuck, she’s a goddamn pro at this— too bad this is our last time, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”, Erwin says, patting your head as he holds you down with his cock lodged in your throat.

You breathed through your nose trying to find an escape to oxygen because your mouth was too full letting no oxygen out or in. The taste of his dick was ordinary and rich at the same time. His smell was filled with his natural musk mixed with Tom Ford cologne. Your spit was starting to build up on his length, crowding bubbles at your hands wrapped around the base of his cock. Your nails looked so cute wrapped around him as Miche watched as you tried not to throw up on his dick from how glossy your eyes were and how runny your nose was.

You tried to nod your head but that resulted in you loudly gagging on his dick causing Hange to widen their eyes in excitement, “ Erwinnnn, you’re such a corruptor, what happened to the innocent Erwin I use to know… wherever he is— keep him locked awayyy.”

Erwin tuned them out when your tongue swiped left and right on the underside of his cock meaning you wanted more, “ She can’t talk right now, but she knows how proud I am of her. She’s pleasuring me like her life depends on it just from one mink little praise. Shit!” It’s like they were so used to this from the way they spoke to each other, usually other teachers would tell a teacher doing this off or make some sort of deal to keep it a secret like they did at your other school when girls and guys used to sleep with the janitor, security guards, etc. you never wanted to be apart of that so what changed now? Hmmm.

Erwin wanted to know how else you would fold to his praises and words of encouragement you desperately succumb to. Crazily enough, he wanted to know more about you. How did your infatuation with older men even start— he hoped it wasn’t bad, otherwise he’ll feel more bad than he does now. Erwin didn’t have to worry though, your childhood was great until your father’s abandonment so now you seek comfort in older men and sometimes women.

He suddenly yanked your head back resulting in you coughing with big pretty tears sliding down your beautiful eyes filled with trauma and lust. He somehow wanted to comfort you and fuck you because of how powerless you was under his touch. You're sensitive and weak for him like his sub used to be before she went on to Nile. Granted you looked nothing like her but you shared similar qualities with her. In fact, he’ll say that he loved staring at you because of how pretty and extravagant you were.

Erwin was about to say something to you with his hard, wet cock in front of your face, but Levi grabbed you from under the table, you complied with him and got up. Once you were up your were pushed on Erwin desk, your back hit the surface of his desk with Levi standing between your legs, “ Knew you were a little slut who couldn’t wait to be fucked by your superiors. Such a shame I had high hopes that you wouldn’t be like any other girl at this school— seems like I was wrong about you.”

He unzipped your pants and you sat up reaching for his wrist as you looked him in the eyes. You surprisingly wasn’t hurt by his comment just too turned on, “ I want all of you. I ca- I can’t hold on. I need you to touch me.” You sounded so desperate and you didn’t care, you needed your nut and you need it now. Levi looked at you with a deadpan look before leaning closer to your face, “ Isn’t that what I’m trying to do?! Don’t interrupt me any more unless you want me to stop, you ditzy little brat.”

Hange came up from the side and placed her hands on your boobs, squeezing the left one, “ Even her boobs are pretty and full. She’s the one.” Hange was talking to them about you to your face and you didn’t understand what they were referring to by being the one but judging by Miche’s smirk on his face prior to him twisting your nipples earning a whimper from you; you could say that’s it’s something good and salacious.

Levi made a tsk sound before motioning Miche to lift your body up so he could slip your jeans down revealing your pink and cheetah-print panties. Erwin got up to walk to the door— locking it and pulling down the blinds. He made his way back to the four of you to see Miche holding your legs up and together with both hands as your panties showed a puddle imprinted in them, “ Dammit, doll, if you would’ve told me you needed my cock inside of you; you could’ve said it. I would’ve gladly split you open with my cock as you wished.”

You moan when you feel Levi’s fingers stroke up and down your wet, pussy print making you squirm and throw your head back on Miche whilst holding on to Hange’s arm. “ Uhnn, I want more, need daddy’s fingers inside of me, wanna feel something.”

They couldn’t tell if your last sentence was about this scenario right now or something else. Something else bigger than right now. For you, it was right now and in general. You wanted their love and attention, desperately for right now because after this you gotta head to Hange’s class— having to pretend that she just didn’t see you getting fingered by her colleague and your teacher.

Levi then slipped your panties to the side, a string of wetness disconnecting as he pulled them to the side. He couldn’t believe how wet you were, it was like seeing a new discovery: fascination heavy on his mind and behind his eyes. His blue-gray eyes took in the way your pussy looked so fat while your legs were held up by Miche. The more your legs are pressed together, the more juicy it looks. “ Shit.”, Levi rasped out as he used two fingers to open up the slit of your pussy showing your pulsing clit.

Erwin wishes he could see what Levi is seeing but he can’t because your pussy was facing Levi and Erwin saw nothing but the side of your body and facial expressions. Miche, however, was loving the view he had on your pussy. He had no problem holding your legs up no matter how much you think they weigh, the problem is he didn’t know how long before he burst through his pants at the sound of your whimpers, facial expressions, the smell of your pussy, and the sight of your pussy. God, you were something special.

Hange licked their lips at the sight of your plump pussy and hard nipples, how voluptuous and ravishing of you. Too bad, they had to go prepare for they first class of the day, which is your next class. Fuck, this the only time they hated being a professor, can’t get enough time to see you cum. They clap their hands together, startling you in the process, making your body jump and Levi’s finger bump into your clit. You harshly bite into your lip at the tenacious feeling along your clit.

“ I’ll see you guys and gals later, gotta prepare for my first class, see ya!”, Hange yells as they exit the door leaving you with three hyenas ready to sink their teeth in you.

“ Levi, are you gonna play with her pussy properly or do I have to do it? I’m more than welcome to teach you just like I taught you other things.”, Miche says with gruffness in his voice. You almost came to his voice right then and there but had to stop yourself from embarrassing yourself.

“ Fuck off, you giant mammoth. She’s mine for right now, you can have your fun another time, besides I know how to make women cum, you don’t.”, Levi says to Miche before pushing one finger in. The movement made you grip onto the table, letting out a pornographic moan, “ aahhnn, wan’ mor- augh!”

Miche pushed his finger deep inside of your mouth and you choked on it before sucking on it. Your body felt so warm against his abs as he sat behind you on the desk holding your tired legs up with one arm now. He used his other hand that was in your mouth to move in and out causing his finger to move in that motion, “ good girls like you deserve to have something stuffed inside of their mouths, don’t you think?”

His voice gave you butterflies everytime you heard it even if he only spoke a few times. Levi huffed and pushed a second finger in you, hearing the squelching noises your pussy was making, “ Shit, pretty girl, your pussy is sucking my finger in. You're a mess too, a mess I don’t like so I’m gonna clean it up for you, properly too. wanna know how you taste, can I?”

You hurried to nod your head and as soon as you did, Levi got on his knees and slid his tongue over your pulsing clit. Your head flew back in bliss not realizing that Erwin was holding your hand.

“ Mmuhhh, Mr.Ack- hahhnnn.”, You moaned as his other hand held open your pussy lips to suck on your clit. Levi’s fingers started to move inside of you at the same time his lips wrapped sweetly around your clit sucking on it gently. He was in love with the taste of your pussy because it tasted so natural and good at the same time. His face was getting wet and he loved it. He’s a messy pussy eater that claims he is cleaning the pussy, such a fraud. At least that’s what Miche thought as he stared down at Levi devouring your pussy by flicking his tongue over your clit fast and gentle—just like his fingers.

Miche shoved two more fingers in your mouth with hushed whispers in your ear, “ You can take more right? Could shove all my fingers inside of your slutty mouth since I saw you take a monster like Erwin, but three would do for right now.” He pressed a kiss to your ear before trailing down his kisses to you neck.

Erwin interrupted Miche with his voice, “ Don’t leave any marks on her, Miche, need her to be tidy as possible when she leaves her. We can’t have too much suspicion.”

“ mmmgh, such a pretty pussy.”, Every word Levi moaned into your pussy was muffled and incoherent. They created the right vibrations you needed as you choked on Miche’s finger moving in and out of your mouth faster. Spit was spilling out of the corner of your mouth, dripping down to your chin and onto your pretty pink crop top.

The slurping sounds of Levi sucking on your pussy was enough to send you over and you came on his face right as he curled his fingers inside of you hitting your g spot repeatedly, “ fu-uhhhhhh, fuck I’m cummin’ M’cummin daddy.” Your hips lifted up and down riding out your orgasm on his face as your now muffled screams tears into the air.

Erwin's eyes held excitement as a small smile braced his face, “ Your moans never cease to amaze me, I love hearing them, but you have to get to class in a few.” He was mainly talking to you but the other two heard and agreed with him in their minds.

Levi watched as you brought your legs out of Miche’s grip and shakily sat up facing him with a fucked out expression on your face, drool was leaking down your mouth and Levi quickly licked it up, out of impulse. They all helped you with getting dressed and looking presentable as you looked dazed out.

You needed more. More praise. More sex. More Love. More knowledge. More everything.

“ What a show, Mr.Smith. Got the new girl wrapped around your fingers already?”, Choso asks as he stands at the threshold of the door.

They all snapped their heads to Choso with bewildered looks meanwhile you were still trying to get yourself together mentally because that was elite pussy eating, something you needed for a long time.

“ Come on, Choso. You should know she got him wrapped around her pretty fingers. He’s too much of a sap to get people under his finger with just two meetings like Levi over here.”, Miche says poking fun at Erwin.

You finally snapped out of your daze when Levi pulled you up, helping you out put your sweater on. You don’t know where his strength came from but it was eerie. You shyly moved away from him and made sure you fixed your hairstyle before grabbing your stuff and trying to walk out the door as fast as you can since Choso already moved away from the door when Miche spoke.

“ Not so fast, miss { reader’s last name}. You forgot this purse.”, Choso says, holding out your small white purse. Your legs were still shaking a bit as you turned around to see all of their eyes analyzing you head to toe while Choso brought your purse to you. The anxiety was through the roof as you felt their intense stares on you even when they already saw your pussy.

You reached for it as he neared you, “ Th-”

Choso smiled at you with a close lip smile and his eyes closed, “ Such a pretty purse you got, fits you princess.”

You mentally squealed inside of your head at his nickname and cleared your throat, “ Thank you, Mr.Kamo.”

He handed you the purse with his fingers touching your hand and lingering there before moving to speak back with the men behind him.

You sighed as you heard the door close behind you. You took out your hello kitty bow compact mirror to look at yourself in the mirror— smiling to yourself. You re-applied your lipgloss and mascara, now noticing a girl in front of you with her hands on her hips. She had on a pretty short skirt and a tank top to compliment her Prada heels. So there was another person at this school that had your sense of fashion. Maybe you could be friends with her. She smiled at you and you smiled at her. Hopefully, you’ll see her again and maybe you could learn her name. You walked past her and waved, she waved back with a wide smile on her face. A friendly pretty girl just the way you liked it. In contrast to your thoughts, you didn’t realize her smile turned into a frown when your back was turned. You’ll be a fine piece in her game.

You continued walking without a care or suspicion attached to you meanwhile she glared at you before walking into Mr.Smith’s class to get her daily fuck from him and the others in the room. She’ll worry about you later.

Walking out the building to your next class, you continued to your next class which is in five minutes and you had a 2 minute walk to it. This is the part of college you hate: classes, walks, and time. Why can’t you live your life as a pretty rich girl like you did before, curse your stupid father. The man you hated with a passion and needed him to hurt. Hurt just like you and you could only do that if you beat him at his career path and dubious ways. He’ll get his karma for making you this way soon, after all you’re doing all of this to spite and get rid of his words in your head playing in a loop. You’ll find a way to have everything playing in your hands even if you tire yourself out of every last drop of energy you possess.

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maenjiro · 10 months

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nsfw alphabet 𖦹

a/n: ngl i did lamest thing i could possibly do and spelled their names with the nsfw alphabet just to help myself get started and not put pressure on myself already since i actually want to do this okay bye. i hope you will like it ♡ for the ran one i felt bad he only add 3 letters so i just added one randomly.

featuring: takeomi, wakasa, ran, draken, mikey

cw: gn!reader, nothing extreme i guess but it's a nsfw alphabet and it can get nasty you know the drill.

takeomi

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex) this man is a simp for you, would go the extra mile for you with aftercare, providing anything you might need and more, depending on the time of the day he would even prepare food or a snack for you. would indulge in shower/bath time with you, stroking your back and kissing your forehead.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) he had his fair share of experience but i feel like they all were pretty much shallow quickies to get each other off in a passive way. listen, he's a lover AND NOW he deserve that s/o to love and give them pleasure in the right way.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) have i mentioned this man is a simp for you? well, takeomi akashi is a huge simp for you and he would show you that every time you are in bed together. would blurt out an 'i love you' or two so if you ain't ready for that just use your hand to shut him up, or your mouth.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks) might be predictable but he has a daddy kink, for him it's a strictly in the bedroom kind of thing but he just loves hearing you calling him that.. while he pounds into you. also, smoking !! like passing the smoke in your mouth through a kiss. it's so hot to him and he's so hot for that i'm gonna pass tf out like imagine him taking a drag and immediately pulling you in, his thumb and forefinger on your chin pressing a bit to make your lips part and him leaning in for the smoke kiss.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) you. you alone are the motivation for him. the way you tease him all day long knowing he can't keep his hands of off you is more than enough motivation to him. even when you're in public teasing him with subtle acts it really does things to him.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) sometimes he might be selfish with this one but he loves receiving more than giving. having you between his legs making the prettiest noises while he's laying down on his bed, cigarette loosely kept between his lips and his hands in your hair It's just pure bliss. he would casually thrust in your mouth to adjust himself and oh god the half choking sound you make is music to his ears. however, it does not mean he doesn't like giving you head, he happily obliges anytime he wants to spoil you which is pretty often.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) i don't see him as the biggest fan of toys -not when he's with you at least. *cough* 🔦 *cough* BUT handcuffs might have been brought to the bedroom a few times. not saying you both take turns in cuffing each other's hands but that is exactly what i'm saying (also TOTALLY not saying you cuffed one hand each one time)

wakasa

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex) i love him a lot like a lot a lot but i just know he wouldn't really be the aftercare king. he would provide the bare minimum and call it a day, he goes hard and he's exhausted. after that he loves laying in bed with you only wearing his boxer briefs. his arm is around you and he may or may not light up one, a lil something that would help you both relax some more post sex.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks) do i even have to say this? his biggest kink is ORAL FIXATION like that man needs needs something on his tongue at all times and if that something is you he would be ecstatic. i mean, face sitting? yes. gladly losing himself between your thighs.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) tbh i think he can last pretty long despite the lazy vibe he gives off, but he works in a gym and he’s pretty agile and trained, he could go for 2/3 rounds but either way he will stop max at 2.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character) loves inviting you to the gym when everyone else left and have you take part in the last workout of the day. he likes helping you train your thighs muscles while he keeps your legs spread open for him.

ran

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex) okay so it depends. one night stand!ran would likely kick you out. he is an ass. he needs his 24h beauty sleep and needs his bed. fuckbuddy/fwb!ran would leave his room to give you time to clean yourself up and fix yourself. he would offer you a drink and ask if you want to stay over and watch a movie together or something. boyfriend!ran doesn't make a move right away because he takes his sweet time to enjoy the post sex bliss with you. may or may not be clingy. if you try to get up to clean yourself he would pull you back in bed with him. eventually he'd get up and help you get cleaned but a tease is always a tease and he would press a little too hard on your sensitive spot (bonus point if he overstimulated you) with the wet towel looking up at you with a smirk. but to be fair bf ran dotes on you so he would also show his sweet side, after cleaning you up he'd help you get dressed in comfy clothes – maybe with his tshirt – and brush his fingers against your pretty features and genuinely smile at you.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks) yes, he loves degradation. yes, he likes humiliation too. yes, he would use a cute pet name just to add that you're his slut after that. slight spit kink,, spits in your mouth seeing how greedily you opened up when he asked you to perfect mix between "watch your mouth slut" and "open up now"

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) there aren't many things this man wouldn't do but other bodily fluids other than cum and spit is the biggest no for him. i feel like he is lowkey germophobic despite everything. like this man wear white gloves to beat people up.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) is that even a question? he's pretty much open to try many new things. and talking about risk he recently found out he's into bondage. he loves making you wear pretty ropes, he so happily tied for you, under your clothes when you go out in public together.

draken

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex) he's the absolute sweetest man (even tho his frown might be misleading but i mean he is a taurus let him be) and would take care of you in the most loving way, he adores you and it shows – god i love him so much. he would help you and clean you up right away and tell you to use to the bathroom while he makes some hot tea for you (or any other comfort drink you love) like he would have all the different flavors you love in his cabinet. he would ask how you feel and if anything he did was too much AND would offer you a massage. his hands carefully kneading your sore muscles and his lips leaving feather-like kisses on your skin every time he's done massaging a spot. eventually he would lay down next to you and cuddle.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) he would never hurt you but he loves being rough and get so lost in you, feeling your body against him, your moans and the way you would arch your back for him… this and thinking about you completely at his mercy get him going, he's not ready yet to say it out loud but he might into dumbification. i'm telling you, his groans when he's lost in the moment are the hottest thing.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) i mean yes he's experienced but he's not a ladies' man in the slightest. taking into account where he has lived since he was a kid he got to know more than he would've liked to way sooner than he should've + he was exposed to people having sex non-stop and that ruined for him. he lost interest in sex for a while, so he's more focused on finding someone he deeply cares about. one night stands do not appeal to him at all. though, given all the chatter with the girls through the years, he learned how to properly take care of someone in bed and that's the experience that counts.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks) a dom who loves dirty talking mixed with a praise kink. he's so tall the size kink is a given and he loves to worship your body (at times the size kink makes the worshipping even more fulfilling).

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) anything even remotely noncon, dubcon (including con-noncon) and anything that would cause you physical pain, he would never harm you in any way shape or form

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) he's open to experiment and try some of your fantasies. loves to hear about them from you, it gets him in the mood.

mikey (writing down this here once and for all, i think mikey is a complex character therefore almost everything depends on the timeline we are taking into account, few timelines would be packed enough to have their own nsfw alphabet)

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) okay so i hc mikey being in the demisexual spectrum hence he wouldn't be much experienced just because i don't see him dating many people or being interested in that at all but !! if you two are a thing tbh he would try his best not to disappoint you, he would read up stuff (his browsing history before the main event would be a mess)

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) let's focus on final timeline mikey for this one: again with mikey being demi he's not here for a one time thing. he's in love with you and it makes the act even more special for him and for you, it would be so intimate and loving, lots of whispers and little pleased whimpers, he loves you and has a deep desire to love you and make you feel loved. here i am giving you bike racer mikey being all lovey dovey

k = kink (one or more of their kinks) this heavily depends on the timeline TBFH but anyway overall i think he would be pretty vanilla but he would be into both edging and overstimulation (receiving end)

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) there isn't specific that turns him on but seeing you happy or focused on something you love gets him going tbh it would unlock the clingy mode and he would be all over you trying to get your attention and your kisses

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?) i think his sex drive is pretty low, he wouldn't necessarily initiate anything himself either

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thebestofoneshots · 11 months

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Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.2 K Warnings: none Prompt: As Hogwarts days begin, challenges arise, with exhilarating morning flights, and laughter filled environments. Secret struggles surface but a caring gesture from Remus and the Marauders promises to uplift spirits and forge lasting bonds. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Good times

As you walked inside the Gryffindor common room for the first time Lily was sitting on the couch, but stood up the minute you showed up “There you are! I was worried sick!” She told Remus, gave James a look of disdain and turned back to the taller boy “I thought you’d be faster to bring her here.”

“The staircase wasn’t cooperating,” Remus explained. “We had to use a different path.”

“At least you didn’t get caught.” She said taking a deep breath and sitting back down on the couch, now finally relaxing a bit.

“I brought some food from the kitchens,” said Peter, pulling out a kerchief tied at the top and placing it on the table in front of the fire. “It’s just some scones with cream and jam, but I thought we might get hungry.”

“Thanks, Pete,” Lily said as she untied the knot and the top and grabbed one of the little treats.

Then the portrait opened again, letting someone else inside.

You stood just behind Remus, turned towards Lily rather than the entrance but the moment you heard that voice, you froze. It's Sirius.

“Excellent job guys!” He said with a bright smile. Remus turned to him and shot a warning look, to point out they weren’t alone. Sirius saw Lily and nodded “With the evacuation of the great hall–“ he corrected “It was brilliant how you handled it, Lils, Moony, you’re both top tier prefects.”

James rolled his eyes but then a smile appeared on his face, a very James-like smile in fact, filled with charm and mischievousness. “We’ve actually got something to show you.” He said and unexpectedly pulled you from behind Remus in a way that you’d end up facing Sirius instead.

And damned merlin, Sirius was even more beautiful than you remembered. You’d like to think you’d made peace with the idea of being ghosted, with the idea of never seeing Sirius again, but standing right in front of him, now taller, with broader shoulders, longer hair, and the same stunning eyes, made you want to apparate to anywhere but there. So you just awkwardly smiled and waved, hoping he wouldn’t just storm out of the place without even saying a word.

“(Y/N)? What… what are you doing here?” He asked with a frown.

“Hey to you too, old pal,” you said, struggling to not sound as awkward as you felt.

“She’s here Pads!” Said James excitedly, “She’s gonna study with us!”

“Yeah,” Peter added, “She transferred this year like you wished she would back in the day.”

To that you raised an eyebrow, you’d seen his friends get excited when you introduced yourself to them, but it seemed weird that after ghosting you, Sirius told his friends he wished you were a student in Hogwarts “And here I thought you’d never want to see me again,” you said with a bit of a teasing smile towards him, trying to hide the doubt that still lingered in your brain. Could it really be that it had all been some kind of misunderstanding?

“What?” He asked, visibly confused.

“Since you never replied to any of my letters…”

He seemed shocked for a moment and then exhaled in a defeated tone “Walburga.”

“Your mom?” You asked frowning before it downed you “Your mom.”

He nodded “I did always wonder why you never tried to reach out.”

You thought about what he said for a moment and then smiled “Seems like we have a lot to catch up on then.”

Then James placed an arm on top of Sirius's shoulder “And I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to do that, but now we must go to bed. Tomorrow we’re flying first thing in the morning. We gotta practice before we open the tryouts.”

“Which positions are you missing?” You asked him before anyone had the chance to stop you. Once James started talking about quidditch, it was hard to get him to shut up again.

“We lost a keeper and 2 chasers,” James explained “They were from 7th and graduated last summer.”

“And you fly in the mornings, always?” You asked surprised.

“Gotta stay in top shape, I’m the captain after all.”

“Oh, that’s amazing. Mind if I join you tomorrow? I wanna test my luck on the tryouts.”

He raised an eyebrow “Which position?”

“Uh… I used to play seeker,” he winced at that, “but I’ll try for keeper I guess, I’ve got good eyes for catching things,” you replied with a smile.

“Careful Potter, she may come take your place!” Sirius teased, “All though, for all I know she might be terrible at flying.”

With Sirius teasing you like that, it was as if all those years hadn’t gone by, no resentments, no suffering. Just the two of you, continuing on where you left off. “Oh, isn’t that right? You promised me a race a couple of years ago, but that never played out.”

“Is that a challenge?” He asked but when you were about to reply Lily stood up and placed her arm over your shoulder.

“Might have been,” She said “But we must now go to our room,” she said pointing at you and herself “and you must go back to sleep if you really want to wake up at 5AM.”

“5 AM?” Frowned Sirius.

“Classes start at 7 tomorrow, if you want enough time for flying and breakfast, you’ll have to get up then.” She said before dragging you towards the stairs.

You turned your head, finding it hard to stop staring at Sirius, it was almost like a dream. “Good night boys,” You said, waving at them as you followed behind Lily, Sirius also had a hard time to stop staring at you as you walked next to the red headed girl.

As you were halfway up the stairs she whispered “It’s a terrible idea to challenge Sirius like that, knowing him, he’ll make a spectacle of the race.”

You stopped for a minute, looking at Lily with a cocky grin “It’s only a bad idea if I lose.”

She rolled her eyes with a smile “I barely know you, and so far I can tell you’re just as thick headed as that lot,” she said as she nodded towards them. “Let’s go, I’ll show you our room.”

“We’re together?” You asked with a smile.

She nodded, mirroring your expression “We were the only room with only 3 girls.”

Inside the room were Mary and Marlene, Mary was sitting on her bed while reading a book and Marlene was drying her hair with a towel near a door, which you assumed would be the bathroom. “That’s your bed,” Marlene said, pointing at the bed closest to the door. “It was here when we got to the room, that’s how we figured you’d be with us.”

“That and the trunk with your name on it,” said Mary looking up from her book “We thought you’d gotten lost in the ordeal, but Lily told us you were with Remus.”

“We would’ve gone out to find you otherwise,” added Marlene. “Lily wanted to go even if you were with Remus but we told her you’d be alright.”

“You wanted to go get me?” You asked, turning towards her.

“I felt responsible for leaving you on the stairs,” she explained “I didn’t want you to get in trouble because of me.”

“Thank you,” You told her with a smile. Lily went for a shower and you started to unpack your stuff. Marlene approached you when you pulled your broom out and you talked about quidditch until Lily was out of the shower, at which point you let Marlene have the broom and went for a shower yourself.

When you were back in the room Marlene had already placed your broom on a broom stand on the wall. “It deserved to be admired,” she’d said when you noticed and you nodded with a smile. After that, you’d all gotten comfortable in your beds and the lights were turned off.

“Good night girls,” You said with a smile, after months of feeling lonely, you finally started to feel like you belonged somewhere again. And you were so glad the hat had placed you in Gryffindor, with these girls, who had been all incredibly nice to you, and you were even happy you’d met Remus and his friends, who seemed like they would get you in so many adventures and mischief.

In the morning you were awoken by a small little metal bird picking on your face lightly, it was your mom’s gift before you got to the school, a very elegant cuckoo clock, she’d bought at a furniture store in Diagon Alley. Even if it took you a minute to fully comprehend what was going on you silently stood up and changed, pulling a thick wool sweater over your head and a pair of training pants, thick and sturdy in case of falls. All though, because they were the same you had since you were in the team back at your older school, they were a little tighter than you remembered. Perhaps you really had a growth spurt over the summer.

You grabbed a pair of goggles, your broom, and sneaked out of the room without making any noise. James was already in the common room, tapping his foot as he looked up at the stairs, hair just as messy as the day you’d met him. He looked up at you and smiled. “How is it that you take less time to get ready than Sirius?” He said and then took a deep breath “I guess it is because it’s Sirius who’s getting ready.” You raised your eyebrows in response “He’s brushing his hair,” James complained. You just laughed, longer hair’s harder to care for, but being told about Sirius’ vanity by his roommate was just hilarious. That was when Potter noticed your broom “Is that a Dark Nimbus?” He asked, staring at it from behind.

You nodded “Brand new, mom got it for me to try and make me feel better about moving.”

He stood up and got closer to take a look at it “It’s stunning!” He said with a smile as he accommodated his glasses to see better. “I have a Starmist,” he said pointing towards his broom behind him. “I got it last year, I'd like to see how she fares against your Nimbus.”

“Well, we’ll get to see it today,” You replied with a smile, that’s when you heard a door close and the two of you turned towards Sirius, who was walking down the stairs with a SweepFire he’d had for a couple of years, but that looked well cared for, it had been James’.

“Why are you wearing green?” He asked as soon as he saw you.

You looked down at your sweater and saw it change to burgundy right in front of your eyes, frowning and turning towards him “Did you just… magic dyed my sweater into a different colour?”

“Can’t be seen flying around with someone wearing Slytherin house colours,” he said as he continued walking towards the door “It’d ruin my reputation.”

You raised your eyebrows and gave James a questioning look, he just shrugged in response and followed behind Sirius, you caught up with him shortly after. As you walked down towards the patio James told you all about being Team Captain and how he had to make sure everyone was in top shape. “After the tryouts, it’s not just gonna be flying in the mornings, we’ll have practice at least 4 times a week with the whole team.”

Once on the patio, the three of you got on your brooms. And per James’s instructions did 5 laps around the castle. It was a chilly morning, so you were glad you’d put on the thicker sweater. Once you were done James pulled a quaffle and you all passed it between each other. At some point, He shot it a little farther behind you and you had to fly back to get it, bumping into Sirius and causing him to lose balance.

You responded quickly, stabilising his broom with yours and pulling his arm to stop him from falling, he’d managed to catch the quaffle with his other hand. James had flown towards the two of you as quickly as he could but by the time he arrived you were already pulling Sirius back up and laughing about it. “Maybe we should get some of those muggle hooks so you don’t fall off your broom,” you told him with a small knock on his arm.

“Hey, even without them, I’ve caught it more times than you!” He said with a proud smile.

“Not true!” You said trying to take it from his hands “That was my catch!” You nodded towards the ball in his hand as you attempted to grab it, Sirius used one of his hands to keep you back while he stretched the other arm to maintain the quaffle out of your grip.

“This one? But it’s in my hands.”

“No! I caught you, you caught it, it’s mine by right of catching you first.”

James raised his eyebrows at the exchange and smiled mischievously as he flew towards Sirius' other arm and grabbed the quaffle, flying as fast as possible in another direction. He loved flying, like he always had, but he loved the fact that his best friend was genuinely smiling even more. It wasn’t very often that Sirius smiled like that since he’d run away from his house over the summer.

“Oi!” Sirius complained as he saw James fly by and then turned towards you with a look, with a small smile and a raise of his eyebrows he communicated his plan.

You nodded mirroring his expression and the two of you turned your brooms towards James, flying side by side to corner him.

Once by his side, the two of you threw your hands toward James and tried to take the ball from him. Sirius managed to take it and from slightly above shouted, “Whoever gets to the courtyard with the quaffle in their hands wins!” He then threw the ball as far as he could.

You smiled at that and plummeted towards the direction the quaffle was thrown. You caught it just before it reached the floor.

James, who was still stunned by having the ball stolen from his hands so quickly, saw the entire thing from his broom “Wow!” he said genuinely surprised “She’s really good.” He then flew towards Sirius, who had already managed to take the ball from your hands. You managed to get your hands on the ball again and flew backwards towards James.

“Hey, James!” You called the boy, flying upside down above him “Would you mind telling me where the courtyard is?” You asked politely.

He gave you a pouty look and flew upwards, taking the quaffle back in an unexpected movement. And as he flew ahead turned back with a teasing smile “Sure thing (Y/N), I’ll take you there!” He shouted before flying towards the courtyard with the quaffle itself in his hands.

“You cheat!” You shouted with a grin and flew behind him, trying to catch up. Sirius was already hovering close to the courtyard and was planning to stop James by flying in front of him, but didn’t realise you were flying so close behind him that the moment the three of you were close enough you all crashed onto each other and started falling a few feet towards the grass.

“Arresto Momentum!” Someone screamed from the courtyard and the three of you froze for a moment, once you moved again the impulse forced the three of you towards the grass, pulling a couple of metres of it along with the you. The brooms had gone flying in all directions and then, you all ended up tangled against each other.

“James?!” Asked Lily who had been the one to cast the spell. “What in the bloody– Are you wankers?!”

The moment you saw her you started laughing, so much so that you didn’t remember the last time you’d laughed so openly, you were almost crying. Sirius and James laughed alongside you, as Lily stared with apprehension. You soon realised you had your head on top of Sirius' back and your feet under James’ torso. When the laughter died out the three of you helped each other stand up. You had scraped your knee and leg, James had scraped his arm and Sirius’ lip was parted.

Lily started scolding you once you were up “Look at you three! You could’ve gotten seriously hurt!” She said and then gave Sirius a warning look before he made it a joke of his name “You can’t pull (Y/N) into your dangerous games like that!”

“But she started it,” complained Sirius brattily “She almost threw me off my broom.”

“That was an accident!” you argued back with your finger raised. “I was gonna catch the ball.”

“You shouldn’t reverse without looking first,” he said with both of his hands raised in defence “basic flying principles.”

“But I did look! You appeared out of nowhere.”

Lily rolled her eyes and took a deep breath as he saw the two of you bicker. Then James started to look around “So who won?” He asked with a frown, to which Lily crossed her arms and stared at him.

“Well, I had the ball right before we reached the floor,” You said.

“Yeah, but it fell off your hands as soon as you took it from James and bounced back straight to my face,” He said pointing at his parted lip.

“ALL RIGHT! “ said Lily, shutting everyone up with a clap. “Nobody won, you’re all losers, now, I’m gonna take (Y/N) back to the room so she can put on her uniform before breakfast. I’m sure Marlene should have something to put on her scrape.”

“What about mine?” Asked James pulling his arm up with a pout.

“Well you can take care of it yourselves, after all you know full well where the nurses’ office is,” she responded and pulled you towards the castle.

“Please tell me you will be more careful next time you fly with them?” She said stopping you before you reached the stairs and looking straight into your eyes “I know it can be tempting to play their game but, James and Sirius don’t have a straight sense of danger, I swear they’ve been to the nurse's office over 100 times each.”

You nodded “I got caught up in the fun,” You said as you started to feel the pain in your leg once the adrenaline faded “Lily, I hadn’t flown like that in, years,” you admitted “I wasn’t thinking when I launched myself behind Potter and then Sirius came out of nowhere,” you told her “I couldn’t break on time.”

“On quidditch games there’s supervision. Who knows how much worse you’d be if I hadn’t been there!” She said finally exhaling. You looked down and nodded. Then she leaned in closer “But I do believe you won,” she whispered with a small smile motioning for you to follow behind her.

That left you stunned. Up until that moment, you’d thought Lily was all about following the rules and not having all that much fun, especially since she was a prefect. But that moment proved you wrong. Oh the adventures you’d have with her in the castle, they all awaited you.

Lily took you back to your dorm where you took a really fast shower and changed into your uniform. Marlene didn’t really have anything for your scrape but Mary did, she wanted to become a Mediwitch so she’d been testing some simple potions back at home and gave you one. The pain had gone in an instant but the area still looked scraped when you pulled your socks over half of it. After that, the four of you walked towards the dining hall together to have breakfast.

Once you arrived you saw the boys sitting all together on the farther side of the table, along with most people of your year. There was an empty spot next to Remus, who had his head buried in a book, so you sat next to him, Lily plopped down right next to you while Mary and Marlene sat in the front.

“How are you?” asked Remus as Lily talked about the schedule with Beth and another girl from your year, you looked at him confused and he nodded towards your leg “Heard about the fall, how Lily saved your asses,” he explained.

“Oh,” you replied “Well, It’s alright, looks a lot worse than it feels,” you said pointing at your leg, “Mary gave me some cream potion ting to put on wherever the pain comes back.”

“Want some chocolate?” He said, pulling a small bar from his pocket “It always helps when I’m feeling beaten down.”

You nodded, he broke a piece off and handed it over to you. It was rather soft from his body heat, but you preferred soft chocolate to the hard bars so you enjoyed it quite a lot “How are the boys?” You asked him.

“Oh don’t worry about them,” he told you “They’re used to being scraped all over, they said they had lots of fun tho, it was nice seeing Sirius happy about morning flying, he usually complains about James forcing him to wake up early and ruining his beauty sleep.”

“Beauty sleep?” You asked while holding back a laugh “With those words?”

Remus nodded, smiling too “You’d be surprised by the kind of things he says sometimes, with his posh vocabulary. He’s like a princess.”

“Well I mean he does look like one,” you agreed and tensed right after, but Remus only nodded while glancing at Sirius.

Then Lily gently tapped on your forearm, “hurry and finish up,” she said, nodding at your plate, “our first class starts in 15, and we still have to walk there.” You nodded in response and started munching on your toast faster, gulping down your tea along the way to help the bread soften in your mouth.

When everyone was standing up you grabbed your leftover bread, threw some hazelnut spread on it and bent it from corner to corner, to take it along with you. And then you followed everyone towards your first class.

In the classroom, a very small teacher, standing on top of a podium, awaited for you to arrive. He introduced himself as Professor Flitwick, but you quickly realised that he had only done it for you since everyone else already knew him. He mentioned something about how in this class you’d learn wordless magic and started to explain the basic concepts of it. You, as the rest of them, took notes of the things the teacher was saying with your quill.

After Charms, you had Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall, which had been, in all honesty, rather complicated for you. While you were certain McGonagall was a brilliant teacher, you had a hard time grasping the art of turning teapots into ferrets and ferrets into teapots, and that was without even thinking about the fact that down the line, you’d have to transform people into animals too.

Your third class was divination, and while you were relatively good at it, you were never really attracted to the art of predicting the future, since you’d had bad experiences in the past. Divination is only fun if you’re guessing good things that will happen, like who will win the Quidditch Championship or small things like “It’ll rain tomorrow.” But when you guess sad or tragic things, people stop liking it, and you along the process, that’s why you had dropped the course back in your old school. Unfortunately, you couldn’t do that here, since it wasn’t an optional class.

A tall dark skinned professor walked inside the round classroom that stood in the farthest part of the North Tower. He was wearing a long green robe and had a very mysterious aura going around him. “My name is Aurelius Spellman,” he said in a very deep voice “I’ve met some of you before, some of you are in my class for the first time ever, but, be certain, I know each and every single one of you.” You were sitting next to Marlene in that class and you raised your eyebrows at her in a poking manner, she giggled.

“McKinnon, (Y/LN), Would you mind sharing the joke?” He said turning to face you. You instantly sat straighter and shook your head, “I’d like to see if what I’ve heard from Professor Ashbourne is true, she wrote to me all about your talents.” He said, giving you a stern look.

“I have no talent sir,” you lied, Ashbourne had been your divination teacher back in your older school, she had continuously pressured you to pursue your abilities until you predicted something that made you quit it for good. You did not like Professor Ashbourne one bit. “My predictions are rarely any accurate, I’m especially bad with classic fortune telling such as Xylomancy and Arithmancy.”

“What about cards?” He said placing an old Spanish deck on your table.

You took a deep breath and pushed them back “I thought we were going to follow the curriculum,” you said steadily, “Don’t we have to do runes first?”

He raised an eyebrow at you “Miss (Y/LN) is -in fact- correct, 10 points for Gryffindor, this first unit we will be looking at the art of reading ancient runes. Please open your books on page 50. Potter, start reading, will you?” You exhaled the moment he started paying attention to James’ reading instead of you.

At the end of the class, he divided some stacks of runes and handed them over to the students at random. You had to study their meanings and write what the runes would mean when combined with other things. It was really easy since you had already done runes in your old school, but you were thankful you weren’t actually reading someone’s future and had just a random set of runes instead.

Once the class was over you rushed outside as fast as possible, escaping while some girls walked towards the teacher to ask him about the meaning of some runes, you really didn’t want him to call you regarding the whole Ashbourne thing. You had walked down the stairs so fast you didn’t even realise you’d left everyone behind, you leaned back onto a wall and allowed yourself to rest for a bit, heavy breaths becoming softer the more time passed.

Remus spotted you from a couple of steps higher as he walked down, and after noticing your distress decided to approach you. “You all right?” He asked softly, as if not to startle you.

You turned to him and blinked a couple of times before you managed to ground yourself. This was Hogwarts, that was Remus, and you only had to read random runes here, you didn’t need to predict anyone’s future. You nodded in response. “I got wrapped up in my thoughts for a moment,” you excused yourself “I’m not a big fan of divination.”

“I don’t know about your old professor, but Spellman will not pressure you into anything,” he reassured “Besides he already has a star student of his own,” he said nodding towards a small Ravenclaw girl with thick-rimmed glasses who was passing by.

“Sybill?” You asked, raising one of your eyebrows.

Remus nodded, tilting his head towards you as he spoke “last name is Trelawney.”

“Hold up, that Trelawney?”

He nodded again and then smiled “Let’s go get some food, I wanna show you something,” he said and started walking downwards.

You eyed him suspiciously and followed behind. Instead of taking you to the great hall, he took a deviation, walking down a long spiral staircase until you arrived to a long passageway. There seemed to be nothing but a couple of portraits there. Remus approached one of them, used his wand to make a little pear on the painting to move, and all of the sudden, the portrait opened itself like a door would, just like the entrance to the Gryffindor common room.

There was a rather narrow and short passageway, and finally, you found the kitchens, an enormous room, about the same size as the Great Hall, with tables positioned in the exact same layout. “The elves use the tables to magically take the food from here to the great hall, it’s right above us,” he whispered as he noticed you observing.

He then kindly asked some of the domestic elves there to pack some food for you. You saw Nimbletwist among them and waved at her. She smiled and waved back. Once the food was ready the elves handed them over to Remus and he thanked them. You followed behind him as he led you outside. When you approached the door of the castle he pulled a small paper plane from the inside pocket of his robe and swished his wand over it. The plane took off towards one of the halls.

You frowned as you looked at the plane fly off “The boys?” You asked.

He nodded, “So they bring dessert.” From then he walked out and guided you through the grounds all the way to the lake.

He pulled out a cloth and extended it over the floor “A picnic?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“It’s a wonderful day,” he said with his arms wide open.

You looked up with a bit of a frown. “It looks like it may rain soon.”

“This is England love, it always looks like it might rain soon,” he said plopping down on top of the cloth and pulling out some of the food the domestic elves had prepared.

Which reminded you of something you wanted to ask “Do they just… give food to whoever asks nicely?” You asked.

“Most of the students don’t know where the kitchens are,” Remus explained. “Peter found them in second year when we were exploring the castle’s secret passages, he befriended the elves, they give us food whenever we ask them now.” He said as he patted the side for you to also sit on the cloth, you complied. Once you sat beside him he pointed at the lake “Whenever I’m feeling down, I like to come here,” he explained “The giant squid comes out every now and then, it’s relaxing to see him swimming around without any worries to perturb him.”

Sitting next to Remus, with the light watery breeze, you thought back to the day you’d met him, and how he’d looked like a pirate from the cover of a spicy novel to you. He still looked as handsome as one, but he had much more depth than just a hot pirate. Layers, you thought, this boy has so many layers. You turned to look at the lake and saw the giant squid he’d been talking about. It floated aimlessly for a minute and then went back under the water, it really was as peaceful as Remus had described.

As you stared at the water you grabbed one of the pork pies and started munching on it “Oh, these are incredible,” you said as you took another bite.

He nodded “They’re Sirius’ favourites, thought you may like them,” he said as he grabbed his own. As the two of you talked about charms and transfiguration James, Sirius and Peter arrived.

Peter, who was carrying a basket in his hands, sat down next to you, and turned to Remus as he grabbed a pork pie, “You brought her to your spot.”

“Yeah, she seemed like she needed it,” Remus replied with a shrug, “you guys brought the desserts?”

Sirius and James were quick to sit in front of the three of you, closing the circle completely. “I got some of those meringue pies you really like,” said Sirius, looking at Remus attentively “and chocolate pudding too.”

James nodded “he used all his charms on the kitchens,” and then he turned to you “By the way, the Gryffindor tryouts will be on Friday at four,” he said giving you a look “I’ll see you there, yeah?” You nodded in response, “But you won’t get any special treatment just because we’re friends,” he said in a warning tone, you laughed.

“Yeah right, of course, the Gryffindor Team Captain can’t have a bias,” you replied with a smile as you gave him a small nudge and finished your pie.

“Which class do we have next?” Asked Peter.

“How do you manage to keep your head in the clouds all the time Wormy?” Asked Sirius as he threw himself back, letting his hair sprawl on the grass, looking absolutely carefree as he took a piece of chocolate fudge to his mouth, looking absolutely prince-like, as always.

“Wormy?” You asked, turning to Peter.

“It’s a long story,” he exhaled, “short for Wormtail.”

“Wormtail? Now that’s even worse!” You said with a frown. “But you all gave weird names to each other right? Sirius is Pads, and…” you turned to Remus “You’re Moony.”

“Padfoot actually,” corrected Sirius as he took another bite of his fudge and then pointed at James “He’s Prongs.”

“Wow, and that’s what you call your friends? I wouldn’t wanna be your enemy…”

Remus chuckled lightly, looking amused and eventually turned to Peter “It’s Herbology?”

“Herbology?” you asked, turning to Remus with a frown.

“Last class of the day too, why?”

“I’m… exceptionally good at getting plants to die,” You explained “Theory and memory, that’s no problem, but keeping them alive… Let’s just say… it’s not among my talents.”

“Wormy’s really good,” said James “And Evans, I’m sure they’d give you a hand.”

“Last year he kept my plant alive,” Sirius said in agreement “And Moony’s, when he was out of it.”

Remus pulled his sleeve up a bit and checked his watch, which let you see he had some more scars up his arms as well, “All right boys, time to get going, we need to be at the greenhouses in 15.”

Sirius took a deep breath and sat back down, joining the rest of you as you put everything back in the basket, Peter held it as the boys guided you to Herbology.

Marlene was the first one to spot you as you were entering the castle, and she called in for Lily, “Hey Lils, she’s not lost, she was with the boys.”

At that moment you left the boys behind and walked towards them, “you were looking for me?” You asked her when you stood in front of her.

“Marlene mentioned how uncomfortable you were at divination, we were waiting for you at the great hall and when you didn’t arrive we started to worry, in my first year I got lost rather often, and some parts of the castle can be very dangerous,” she said stressing the last bit.

You were moved by how caring Lily was of you, you’d met the girl only a day ago and she’d been more worried about you when she’d thought you got lost than your damn parents when you were exploring muggle London for a week, touching your house only for a dash of sleep before disappearing pretty early in the morning, Lily would be a great mother, you thought. “The boys took me for a picnic,” you explained, “that’s why we didn’t go to the great hall.”

She nodded “I should’ve guessed, you’ve gotten chummy with them already.”

“Well, they are fun to hang out with,” you shrugged, “and of course, I already knew Sirius.”

“You did?” She frowned, to which you nodded.

“Met him a couple of years ago on a family vacation,” you explained.

“Hold up! A couple of years ago? Are you talking about Sirius’ vacation in Mexico?”

You nodded, “yeah, why?” Lily started laughing

“Sirius was hung up on you almost the entire year,” Marlene said as she caught up with you “We knew he’d met a mystery girl when Peter accidentally let it out.”

“Oh, Was he?” You said with a cheeky smile “You girls are just giving me more fuel to tease him.”

“Please do! He literally had all the girls crying because he kept ignoring their love letters. Throwing them to the fire and eating the treats he was sent. I was tired of girls asking me to introduce them formally.”

You laughed while shaking your head, “Ahhh.. this is gonna be a fun year.”

Soon enough, you all arrived at your classroom. The teacher introduced himself as Mr. Folly and started explaining some of the curative benefits of Spellvine and how it was especially helpful for potions to treat pain. You noticed Mary was especially attentive in class, you guessed it had to do with her goal of becoming a Mediwitch. While you wrote down all the special needs and care specificities of Spellvine the teacher handed everyone their own seed. It was going to be the course’s objective to grow said plant from scratch.

After class, you went back to the common room and Lily decided to show you the way to the library, so you could do research for homework. Inviting you again to her and Remus’ study group, she said the first session would be on Wednesday. Eventually you went back to the Great Hall and you had dinner with everyone and finally, went back to your shared room.

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brittle-doughie · 2 years

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The Incorrect Quote Cookie Jar

Incorrect quote shenanigans with you and various cookies. More quotes will be added at future times. Enjoy! :D

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Y/N Cookie: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Caramel Arrow Cookie: It’s not a joke.

Caramel Arrow Cookie: *sniffles*

Caramel Arrow Cookie: I’m a legit snack.

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Y/N Cookie: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Financier Cookie: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

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Y/N Cookie: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.

Vagabond Cookie: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

Y/N Cookie: No! Four to five seconds!

Vagabond Cookie: Too late!!

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Y/N Cookie: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

Red Velvet Cookie, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

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Pistachio Cookie: Y/N Cookie is playing hard to get.

Pistachio Cookie: Little do they know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

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Kumiho Cookie: Y/N Cookie, you love me, right?

Y/N Cookie: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

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Eclair Cookie: FUTURESPOUSESAYSWHAT

Y/N Cookie: Huh?

Espresso Cookie: What?

Eclair Cookie: D A M N I T

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Y/N Cookie: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine.

Vampire Cookie: Marry me.

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Blackberry Cookie: Can you cut me some slack, Y/N Cookie? I’m sort of in love.

Y/N Cookie: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem.

Blackberry Cookie: I’m in love with you.

Y/N Cookie: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

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Y/N Cookie: *angrily presses Rougefort Cookie against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?!

Rougefort Cookie: ...

Rougefort Cookie: Are we about to kiss-

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Y/N Cookie: Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?

Rambutan Cookie: What? Like J F K W S Q X-

Y/N Cookie: No, like, U R A Q T.

Rambutan Cookie: Awwww!

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Y/N Cookie: I don’t do relationships.

Cotton Candy Cookie: *exists*

Y/N Cookie: Crap.

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Truffle Cookie: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?

Y/N Cookie: Peonies, why?

Truffle Cookie:

Y/N Cookie: Were you going to get me flowers?

Truffle Cookie:

Y/N Cookie:

Truffle Cookie: It’s a possibility

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Y/N Cookie: Is something burning?

Espresso Cookie, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Y/N Cookie: Espresso Cookie, the toaster is literally on fire.

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Cheesecake Cookie: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Y/N Cookie: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Cheesecake Cookie: That one. I want that one.

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Dr Livesey stroll brought to you by the TBD and Y/N Cookie

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Alarm clock: exists

Y/N Cookie and Moonlight Cookie: Evil

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Raspberry Cookie: Is this your plan B?

Y/N Cookie: Technically, this is plan P.

Raspberry Cookie: Plan P? Is there a plan M?

Y/N Cookie: Yes, but I marry Princess Cookie in plan M.

Princess Cookie: I like plan M

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Windarcher Cookie: I know you love them.

Fire Spirit Cookie: I am not in love with Y/N Cookie!

Windarcher Cookie, staring at Fire Spirit Cookie: I never said who...

Fire Spirit Cookie: *realizes*

Fire Spirit Cookie: S***. Well, anyways-

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*Y/N Cookie is crying after a breakup*

Seaweed Cookie: There there, Y/N Cookie.

Y/N Cookie, still crying: Thanks, but how did you get into my room?

Seaweed Cookie: Great question—

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Oyster Cookie: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Y/N Cookie: I wrote you a poem.

Oyster Cookie, already crying: You did?

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Dark Cacao Cookie: What are you still doing out here?

Y/N Cookie: Naming stars after the cookies I love.

Dark Cacao Cookie, hesitantly: Do I get a star?

Y/N Cookie: You get the sun.

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Lychee Dragon Cookie: Right hand red.

Lotus Dragon Cookie: ends up on top of Y/N Cookie

Y/N Cookie: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Lychee Dragon Cookie: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

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Sour Belt Cookie: finds a note Hmm, whats this?

Chocolate Bonbon Cookie: Hey, that's mine! tries to grab it

Sour Belt Cookie: Aww, it's a love note for Y/N Cookie?

Chocolate Bonbon Cookie: No-

Sour Belt Cookie: opens it

Sour Belt Cookie: ……

Chocolate Bonbon Cookie: ….

Sour Belt Cookie: I can't read this.

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Black Garlic Cookie, at Y/N Cookie: Would you like to stay for dinner?

White Ghost Cookie, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever!?!

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Wasabi Cookie: Did you take out Aloe Cookie as I requested?

Y/N Cookie: Aloe Cookie has been taken out, yes.

Wasabi Cookie: You have my grat-

Y/N Cookie: It was a great restaurant.

Y/N Cookie: We had a romantic candlelit dinner.

Y/N Cookie: Aloe Cookie proposed afterwards- we’re filing the wedding papers.

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Pomegranate Cookie, holding a rock: Y/N Cookie just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock".

Dark Choco Cookie: If you don't marry them, I will.

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Y/N Cookie: What time is it?

Coffee Candy Cookie: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out

Coffee Candy Cookie: Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune

Baguette Cookie: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING

Coffee Candy Cookie: It’s 2 am

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Y/N Cookie, pointing: May I sit there?

Light Cream Cookie: That's my lap

Y/N Cookie: That doesn't answer my question, Light Cream Cookie.

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Y/N Cookie: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much.

Croissant Cookie: Oh, you’ve been?

Y/N Cookie: Once. In Monopoly.

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Y/N Cookie: If you had to choose between Adventurer Cookie and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose?

Blackberry Cookie: That depends, how much money are we taking about?

Adventurer Cookie: Blackberry Cookie!

Y/N Cookie: 63 cents.

Blackberry Cookie: I'll take the money.

Adventurer Cookie: BLACKBERRY COOKIE!!!

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Y/N Cookie: We need to get through this locked door. Coffee Candy Cookie, give me your credit card.

Coffee Candy Cookie: Here.

Y/N Cookie, pocketing it: Thanks. Timekeeper Cookie, kick down the door.

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Y/N Cookie, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him

Hollyberry Cookie: You did WHAT–

Princess Cookie: William Snakepeare

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beautifulchris · 1 year

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meteor shower

pairing: lee felix x gn!reader

wc: 3,9k

featuring: kim seungmin, yang jeongin, astro’s sanha, txt’s soobin

summary: it takes time to realize your own feelings sometimes. even if they’re for your favorite person

genres: hogwarts!au, childhood friends to lovers!au, muggleborn hufflepuff!felix, halfblood hufflepuff!reader, fluff, comedy, slight angst

tw: sickenly fluffy, kisses, sanha lives dangerously

notes: moodboard made by me, pictures found on the internet. reposting works from my old blog

order of writing: chan - jisung - minho - hyunjin - jeongin - seungmin - changbin - felix

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @straykidsland @kwritersworld

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“It’s still OK for tonight, right?”

Felix was your best friend since you were in diapers. Your families were friends, so you went to a muggle school and did everything together, even though you were a halfblood from your dad’s side.

When Felix got his letter from Hogwarts, the first thing he thought of doing was run to your house and excitedly shake it in front of your face. With a rather shocked expression—mouth wide open kind of shock—, you showed him yours. It was so unlikely to happen; you had prepared yourself for months to tell him you wouldn’t be able to go to secondary school with him. And finally, against all odds, he was going with you at Hogwarts.

You remember when he told your dad after learning about his bloodline, eyes wide and shiny, “y/dad/n, I’ve never noticed!”

You’ve been sorted into the same house and, four years later, you still don’t know if it was your will to stay by your best friend’s side or your personality that put you in Hufflepuff. Maybe both.

“Of course, Lix.”

One of Felix’s favorite spots at Hogwarts was the Astronomy tower. It was the tallest one of the castle, surrounded by a parapet and turret, and without a doubt the best spot to look at the sky —especially the stars and the moon. It was usually out-of-bounds except for classes but Felix was determined to spend quality time with you there every chance he got.

“Cool. I’ll bring snacks.”

The second favorite spot of your best friend was the kitchen. He found the entrance on a rainy Sunday during his first year. He was so bored he decided to touch every inanimate object in every painting of the whole castle —I agree it’s a rather odd hobby—, until the green pear in a painting of a bowl of fruit in the donjons giggled and turned into a large green door handle. When he entered, he faced a dozen house elves smiling and bowing to him, proposing tea and snacks. They were all wearing the same tea towel, draped like a toga, bearing the Hogwarts’ crest.

Ever since, you have been going to the Astronomy tower together with some food to share as you observed the stars, and sometimes your gaze shifted to the freckles on his soft looking face. You often thought the galaxy had nothing on them.

Tonight, however, as you left the common room to go to the Astronomy tower a few minutes after Felix, your luck left you. You only got to walk a few meters before none other than the head boy of Slytherin, Minghao you recalled, spotted you and mercilessly gave you detention for “wandering the castle’s alleyways in the middle of the night”. Shoulders down, you were forced to go back to your dorms, without the possibility of warning Felix —none of you had an owl.

Felix waited for you for two whole hours, mindlessly picking at the food he brought. Thinking you bailed on him, he got upset and sad, and eventually came back to sleep around three.

The next morning, he didn’t wait for you and directly went to eat breakfast. When you entered the Great Hall, Felix was eating and talking to Sanha. Feeling a hand on your shoulder, you turned your head; It was Soobin.

“He seemed a bit tense when he got up. What happened?”

You pouted. “I got caught.”

“Ah shoot. Come on, let’s eat.” You adored Soobin, he always knew how to comfort you (read: he doesn’t). Felix did his best to ignore you; it was unsure who was the most hurt by the other.

“Lix,” you called as you sat in front of him, “I’m sorry about last night. Minghao saw me and gave me detention.”

His eyes softened as he looked up at you. So much for being upset. He was relieved you didn’t stand him up. Not that you would… He just got insecure.

“It’s okay, I had fun with…” He was searching for some smart remark but couldn’t come up with anything. He was nervous. “Actually, I practiced the red sparks charm.”

“I bet you’ve mastered it by now,” teased Sanha.

“I waited for you in the common room. I revised for the care of magical creatures test but I almost fell asleep so I went to sleep,” you explained, deliberately ignoring Sanha.

“Are you going to keep breaking the rules for the sake of your little nightly dates the whole year?” asked Soobin, seriousness in his voice.

You snorted, finding the date allusions delusional, although the more you thought about it, the more your cheeks burned. Meanwhile, Felix choked on his pumpkin juice.

“We don’t—”

“That’s not—”

“You know friendly dates exist, right? Why are you getting into a stew? That’s suspicious.” Soobin snickered along the brown haired boy, amused by your alarmed states. For the rest of the breakfast, Felix and you avoided looking at each other.

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To no one’s surprise, Felix got the highest score on his care of magical creatures test about nifflers, while you got an E, which was a good score; you did revise after all.

During recess, Soobin wanted to work on his divination essay, or at least try to come up with something tangible. Felix helped Jeongin out with a flobberworm issue and Sanha preferred to find out how close he could get to the Whomping Willow without getting crushed. You had to work on a charms assignment but this was more interesting.

Soon, clusters of different houses and ages came to see the show. Sanha spent a few minutes carefully getting closer and dodging some branches, but couldn’t avoid the last one. He flew three meters away, his face first on the mud, under the laughing and clapping of the crowd.

You ran to him, suppressing a snort. “You okay?”

“Sure, that was fun,” he smiled as he dusted off his robes and pants. “Fancy trying?”

“Absolutely not, thanks. Come on, we’re going to be late for potions.”

“We still have t—”

The ringing sound shut him up.

You pointed your wand to his muddy face and whispered: “Tergeo.” All the dirt got sucked by your wand. He thanked you then followed you into the dungeons, where Felix and Soobin were already talking.

“Sanha, what’s with your robes? Is that… a tree bark?” asked Felix as he took a piece of crust out of his robes to take a closer look.

“Yeah, I almost touched the Whomping Willow’s trunk but a branch got me first.”

“You’re living dangerously,” laughed Soobin, quickly followed by the group.

The glee quickly died down when the potions professor opened the door of his classroom.

“I’m sure you’re having fun, however I’ll deduct twenty points to whoever laughs during my class,” the professor said with his usual monotonous voice. Several students sighed as you walked to your table next to your best friends.

“Today we’ll brew the Pepperup potion. Can anyone tell me what this potion does?” Almost immediately, Sanha raised his hand. “Yoon?”

“It cures the common cold and warms up the recipient.”

“Indeed. Five points for Hufflepuff. Now, who can tell me the inventor of this potion?”

Again, Sanha’s hand raised first. “Glover Hipworth, sir.”

“Good, five more points for Hufflepuff.”

Sanha loved potions, to state the obvious, and he had a remarkable memory. While he was impressive for knowing every detail about any potion, from the ingredients needed to the fun facts, Soobin’s area of expertise was preparing them. One could say they made a good team.

Felix and you weren’t that bad either, you always prepared your potions almost perfectly. What was for sure was that you never burned a cauldron or made any potion explode, which was more than Renjun and Jeno could say. The pair of Ravenclaws never seemed to stay away from trouble in this class.

Later that day, Felix and Seungmin were looking at the House Points hourglasses, debating on who had the most points when they saw fifteen sapphire gems being deducted. They looked at each other and the younger one sighed.

“Who do you think it is, this time?”

“Probably Jisung,” the Ravenclaw student answered. “I swear, he’ll be the death of me,” he wailed, rubbing his forehead with the palm of his hand like a tired-of-life man.

Felix tried his best not to laugh, feeling sorry for him. They parted ways after that, Felix going to the care of magical creatures class while Seungmin went to ancient runes.

Your best friend was outside, on his way to the edge of the forest when you spotted him from afar. Running to him, you tripped on your own feet and fell on his back. Due to the fact he didn’t see nor hear you coming, he couldn’t prepare himself for the impact, meaning he fell head first into the grass, his arms up in a dramatic way. As you got up, you profusely apologized for your clumsiness.

Felix sweetly smiled at you, and, while you were helping him up, he said: “I’m okay, Y/N. Are you?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m good. Are you sure you are, though?”

“I am, promise. Let’s go, we’re gonna see fire crabs today!” he joyfully said, taking your hand in his to drag you along.

They were cute from afar but kind of intimidating, these crabs. You knew they could shoot flames from their rear end, but you also learned a lot: They were native to the Fiji Island, their multicolored jeweled shell was extremely valuable and they were an endangered species. Noting every important piece of information you heard on your parchment, you weren’t aware of Felix’s gaze on your face every now and then. He loved how you looked when you were focusing; brows slightly frowned and mouth forming a thin line.

He ignored the pain of his limbs as he watched you in adoration.

While going back to the castle, Sanha pointed to a puddle of mud next to the Whomping Willow with a proud smile. “We still see the imprint of my head when I fell in the mud this morning.”

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First weekend of March, the fourth Quidditch match of the year was about to begin, opposing Gryffindor to Hufflepuff. Felix was in one of the towers, being the commentator of the match.

As a faithful best friend, you went to every match to cheer on your team, but especially Felix. No matter who won, as long as your best friend had fun up there.

Gryffindor won this match, 360 to 210… For their defense, Hufflepuff didn’t have Hyunjin, Chan and his partner. They were a force to be reckoned with.

Felix’s mood was down until after dinner, when, on his way to the dungeons with Soobin and Sanha, he heard the astronomy professor say there was going to be a meteor shower that night. She was disappointed that it was Saturday, because she couldn’t bring any class to show them.

But Felix could show you.

He ran to his common room, searching for you. Seated on the comfortable couch near the fireplace, you were doing your care of magical creatures assignment. When he spotted you, a smile even bigger than the one he already had adorned his lips and he came in front of you, panting a little.

“Are you okay?” you worriedly asked, putting your parchment and quill aside.

“Never better. Date tonight at one at the Astronomy tower?” He looked more excited than usual.

“What’s the occasion?”

“We don’t need one, but if you insist, there’s a meteor shower tonight.”

You beamed; you’ve always wanted to see one. “Okay, I’ll come.”

“Brilliant.”

Sanha and Soobin entered the common room together, sending a knowing look with a smirk at Felix then went to their dorm without a word. Following your best friend’s confused gaze, you saw your friends’ backs leaving the room through the round door leading to the boy dorms.

“Come sit with me, we’ll do our assignments then go to the Astronomy tower,” you proposed, and Felix gladly accepted.

You patiently waited for the common room to empty, and once your best friend and you were the only ones there, on the comfortable couch of your earthly favorite place of the castle, you put your stuff in a corner and left as discreetly as possible.

As you were carelessly running, hand in hand, to the tallest tower of the castle in the middle of the night, he exclaimed with a mischievous grin: “I promise Y/N, this meteor shower is going to be worth the detention!”

But you didn’t get detention that night. Instead, you watched a spectacular show in the sky next to your favorite person then went to bed, head full of stars, heart full of love.

“Don’t you think our friends’ smiles hit differently after their nightly date, Soobin?”

The four of you were seated at the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall for breakfast, Felix and you opposite your two tall friends.

“You’re right Sanha, it’s quite the view,” smirked the black haired boy, clearly mocking you and your best friend, who was quieter than usual.

Quickly glancing at him, his flushed cheeks made your own face warm up and you looked away, clearing your throat. Taking a long sip of pumpkin juice seemed more interesting than anything else at that moment, making you miss the noiseless laughs from across the table and the shy eyes stealthily gazing at you from your left.

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“Felix, I appreciate your help on this essay, truly I do, but you’ve been staring at…” he followed his friend’s gaze, “the wall for a while now. Are you okay?”

Jeongin had asked Felix for help on his salamander essay, resulting in them being in the library, but the older one’s mind seemed to be elsewhere.

He shook his head and turned his attention to his friend. “Sorry, you were saying?”

“Are you okay?” he repeated.

“Yeah, sure. You wrote that salamanders live as long as the flames they were birthed from continue to burn, right?”

“Yes.”

“And you didn’t forget to note that scale rot, if left untreated, can cause a salamander’s tail to detach?”

“Noted.”

“And—”

“Felix,” Jeongin cut him off.

“Yeah?”

“I finished the essay ten minutes ago. Are you sure you’re okay?”

He loudly exhaled, earning a ‘shh’ from the librarian that was walking by, and put his head in his hands. “Was it easy for you to comprehend your own feelings?”

Jeongin was taken aback by the question. Of all people, Felix was asking him for advice. The thirteen year old who liked and was dating his cute Slytherin classmate for roughly a month.

“I asked for advice myself… but in the end, I knew it wasn’t just friendship.”

The older one looked up to his friend and pouted. “I think I like my best friend.”

Jeongin beamed, clapping quietly. “That’s so cool!”

“No, it’s not!” he whisper-shouted, receiving a quizzical stare. “What am I supposed to do?!”

“You’re not just asking me that.”

Frustration built inside the blonde boy, he didn’t know how to deal with his newfound feelings. How was he supposed to repress them in front of you? Act normal? He knew it would be more difficult than staying awake during divination.

But he had to try.

Before Felix could join his friends at the Hufflepuff table for dinner though, Seungmin stopped him in his tracks.

“You look constipated. Lost house points?” The joke brought the shadow of a smile on Felix’s face, and that was when his friend knew something was wrong. “Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Does Y/N know?” Know what? He was confusing the poor boy even more. “That you like them.”

Now, if Felix had a drink in his mouth at that moment, he would’ve spat it all. “How did you know?”

“Please, it’s obvious to everyone. So?”

“I don’t think so…”

“Okay. Don’t beat yourself up too much, alright? You can go for it,” he comforted him as he patted his shoulder.

He sat down next to Jisung before Felix could say anything. He finally joined his friends and sat across from you, his Ravenclaw friend’s words confusing him even more, if that was even possible at this point.

“I smell change,” Soobin raised an eyebrow, suspiciously looking around.

“What are you talking about now?” you giggled, nudging him.

“No, I smell it too,” Sanha added, eyes boring into the side of your best friend’s face.

Felix was concentrating on cutting his meat, trying his best not to spare you a glance.

“You okay, Lix?”

Your concerned voice was all it took for him to look at you. He was so weak for you, it scared him a little. “Sure,” he replied, giving you a small smile, holding so much adoration in his eyes as always. “Just tired.”

You nodded with an understanding smile, and dinner after that was rather silent. Unbeknownst to both of you, Sanha and Soobin shared a knowing look, shaking their heads in desperation.

The next day after class, the four of you were around a table in the common room. Two were working while the other two were bored, staring at the ceiling —guess who— until Soobin abruptly got up from his armchair. “I have an idea.”

“A good one?” Sanha enquired.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

Five minutes later, the two rowdies were building a house of cards with Soobin’s deck of exploding snap. Knowing the scaffolding could explode at any moment, Felix and you quickly put your school related stuff back in your bags in silence.

Deciding it wasn’t entertaining enough, Felix left the common room to do his assignments in the library. You wanted to see who would make the whole thing explode first, but spending time with your best friend you had a not-so-secret crush on was too tempting.

Too immersed into contemplating how or even if you were going to speak to him about your growing feelings, you missed the hole in the stairs. Felix, who climbed over it without thinking about it, flinched when the armor upstairs started creaking, bursting into a guttural laughter. Raising a brow in suspicion, he turned around. As he saw you knee deep in the stair’s hole, he hastily climbed down the stairs to help you up, putting his arms under yours.

Once you were out of ‘danger’, Felix dusted your robe and looked at you in concern. “Are you okay?”

Ashamed of your clumsiness —especially considering you knew exactly where the hole was—, you nodded, staring at the floor. “I’m sorry.”

You missed your best friend’s side smile and soft eyes. “There’s absolutely no reason for you to apologize. It happens. What’s important is that you’re okay.”

He took your hand in his and walked in the direction of the library, avoiding the hole and any other obstacle that may have come your way. His hand was warm against your colder one.

It felt nice.

You were in the library in no time, sitting at a table in the charms aisle. Concentration was difficult on both parts, the close proximity of a few minutes prior still vivid in your minds. Instead of diligently writing your essays, you glanced at each other from time to time, blushing like idiots.

If Seungmin or Jeongin were here, they would probably tell them to communicate. Like, it wasn’t that hard—

“Felix?” His face shot up from his rather blank parchment on vanishing spells, expectantly waiting for your next words. “Let’s go to the Astronomy tower tonight.”

He gulped. It was usually him that proposed the nightly dates. He felt so warm inside, he nodded and gave you his toothy smile you loved so much.

That night, when Felix came up to the tower a few minutes after you, his eyes widened at the sight. You had prepared a little picnic full of his favorite snacks and juice. The sky was clear so you could plainly see the stars and constellations.

“What’s the occasion?”

“We don’t need one, but if you insist,” you repeated his words from a few days ago with a grin, “I’m asking you out on a date.”

He blinked a few times at your bold words, processing the news. You suddenly felt shy, cheeks burning furiously when Felix got closer to you. He gently intertwined your fingers together, looking at you with such adoration, it was hard to hold his gaze.

“I’d love to go on a date with you,” he whispered, closing the gap between your foreheads. “Once more.”

Felix knew deep down that all of the dates you’ve both been on were not so friendly to him. It just took time to realize it.

You wanted to kiss him, but were too shy to initiate it. Thankfully he got the hint and, after asking for consent, gave you a peck, and another, and another. Each time longer than the one before, both smiling into the soft kisses. He then gave you the biggest loving hug.

Eventually you enjoyed the picnic, watching the stars like always. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, you turned to the human you loved most.

“The stars wish they were as bright as you.”

Felix blushed, burying his face in the crook of your neck to hide his reaction. You ran your fingers through his hair, kissing the top of his head tenderly. The night ended smoothly, both falling asleep in each other’s arms on the picnic sheet.

The next day, at breakfast, Soobin and Sanha spotted you coming from the stairs instead of the dungeons on their way to breakfast.

“Where were you? You never went to bed yesterday,” enquired Soobin, waiting at the end of the staircase in the Entrance Hall.

“Where did you sleep and what did you do?” asked Sanha, hands on his hips, looking at you both suspiciously.

“Went on a date, ate snacks, watched the sky, kissed and fell asleep there,” you recounted on your fingers.

“You WHAT?” Sanha choked on air while the black haired boy gasped dramatically.

“We kissed,” repeated Felix, beaming and showing your entwined fingers to your friends, which you know they had missed because their eyes widened.

“Oh, dear. It’s happening,” Sobbin said, clutching at Sanha’s arm. “The ship has sailed.”

Sanha laughed under your questioning gaze and Felix’s incredulous one.

“You knew, too?” he asked your tall friends.

“Please, the whole school knew at this point. You were probably the last two to realize.”

“Thanks for the precision, Sanha,” you sighed, “but at least we know now,” you added with a smile as you turned to Felix, kissing his cheek.

Soobin fake threw up while Sanha acted like he was framing the scene. “Cute.”

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“Hufflepuff wins the House Cup this year!” the headmaster told the entirety of the students and professors. It was the last day of the year, you were excited for another summer with your best friend, except this time, you came home as lovers.

Felix hugged your side, happy your house won this Cup, if not the Quidditch Cup. He caught a glimpse of Seungmin shaking his head in disappointment and fatigue.

With reason, Ravenclaw was last with 380 points. Third was Slytherin with 395 points, Gryffindor second with 430 points and, finally, Hufflepuff had 495 points.

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springbloomer · 2 years

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They found a letter to them...

!!!note: I'm in an angsty mood, FIGHT ME

Characters: The usual (brothers): Luci, Mams, Levi boy, my man Satan, Asmo, my sweet baby Beel, and our napping buddy Belphie

⛔⛔TW: MC is dead, suggestive (or pretty much clear) about depression and self-harming, censored swearing (DON'T PROCEED IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THESE THINGS!), VERY SAD BOIS

⛔YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED⛔

(I tried to make this generic for all my fellow sheep out there who are also MCs, I may have added some personal touches though)

MC's last words to the brothers...

Lucifer

"Good morning... afternoon... or evening. I don't know when you'll find my message, but I hope this may find you at a good time. Make sure you're not with any with your brothers when you're reading this, because I'm dedicating this to you, my love. I hope you are well, and when you find this..... that means I've....died. I'm sorry... I know we were going really well, and that we both loved each other. There was nothing wrong with our relationship, in fact it had nothing to do with you either. It's just.. ugh, I was tired of myself. Tired of believing in false hope, tired of believing I wasn't a burden to you. F**k, I just was tired of living! How was I supposed to support you in everything you do when I kept weighing you down, and you're practically the one who carries this entire relationship?! Ugh, I'm just sorry.... I'm sorry.... I'm really sorry... Lucifer.. please, don't take this out on your brothers, it wasn't anyone's fault. Just.... please know that I still love you, my darling, but I never brought myself... to love myself..." He dropped the letter and let himself fall onto his chair. H-how... why...? His head was in his palms and tried to restrain himself from doing anything stupid. A spell, a witch, a powerful force to bring you back... please, ANYTHING...

Mammon

"Hey... Are you in your room? Don't tell anyone about this, not even your brothers. And if your seeing this message, then it means that... I can't really be with you anymore. Mammon, my first man, the only one in my eyes.... I've.... died, and I'm sorry. No, this didn't have anything to do with you. Don't go blaming yourself about this, because it was all just about me. What's wrong with me, you ask? My entire existence just doesn't really matter anymore. I knew that I meant the whole world to you, but my idiotic and stupid self just had to take my own life because of so much self-loathing.... Your reassurances and supportive attitude meant a lot to me, it really did, but... why did I have to live? Don't make this message an excuse to be all sulking and depressed because of my death. Please, do not. But even if you do have the right to hate me and miss me... I'll have you know that I've loved you. Remember that, ok? Remember my love for you, the only thing that you can't buy. Our love is so precious, it's not worth a trillion Grimm, got that? I'm sorry to ask you this..... carry our priceless love for me, please? Please... and I'm..... sorry..." Now this was something he really couldn't boast about to his brothers. Who the heck would boast about their human's death? Surely, this was the first time he's been so quiet during his classes, and even in the afternoons at the House of Lamentation. All these thoughts running through his head, and unfortunately, he's been trying to find someone who could bring you back... anyone at all... he'll give all his Grimm up, sell everything he owned, heck he'll sell one of his brothers to anybody who knew just one spell to let him see you at least one more time...

Leviathan

"Would you sacrifice a day without any screen or manga in your face when you'll find this message? *sigh* Please take this slow, and take all the time you need to process, but I need to let you know that... I've... died... NO, this had nothing to do with you, ok? You say you're a sh**ty, gross, shut-in otaku, but you're MY shi**ty, gross and shut-in otaku, okay? Never forget that. It's just me who was the problem the entire time. I'm sorry you had to know this way, but I was just... tired of living... if that makes sense. Look, I've hated myself for as long as I can remember, which is obviously way before I got into Devildom. It was a ton of self-worth problems and a ton of depression as well.... I wasn't worth existing anywhere.... All those times you've told my that I fit perfectly well during my stay, I really appreciated it. I'm just really sorry that it wasn't enough. Ugh, my belief in self-worth is just, TOO MUCH. Please, don't suffer quietly because of my death... Though I prefer that you wouldn't talk to your brothers about this, it's alright to reach out to them. I wouldn't take the death of my lover too lightly either, so please, remember that I loved every bit of our relationship, and I love you, my otaku... He's just... a mess now. An emotional wreck, he misses you so dearly and wants you to come back so badly... (he wouldn't miss the opportunity to relate this to an anime, but this was actually happening in his own life, so he'd just be mocking himself) Frustration, anger, sadness.... all of these mixed emotions and it was tearing Levi apart....

Satan

"Hello, my darling. If you've found this message... then it means... that I've died. I'm sorry, and... there's nothing you could do about it, love. No, there was nothing wrong with our relationship. We loved each other both dearly, I knew this but... ugh, I've hated myself. It's all just me, dear, and it never had anything to do with you. Your affection never ceased to sooth my sadness away, but as time passed... the walls around me blocked all your love.... and I never wanted that to happen. I knew that I meant a lot to you, and I've struggled the urge to just... end my life... for the longest time I've known. Please, do me this one favor and don't mention this to any of your brothers.... but, I don't possess this kind of power to stop you in doing so. I still love you, dead or alive, and I was just.... so f**king tired of myself.... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.... please, after a thousand millennium, just please remember how much I love you..." He's reading your message over and over again, hoping that this was all fiction, not true, a lie.... He's never felt so down in his life, and not even the new bought books he's planned to binge read could distract him. How could it when the love of his life could no longer be by his side?

Asmodeus

"Hey there!... I hope you're still taking good care of yourself, dear. And not just physically, mental health is just as important..! ...Not that I can speak about that for myself. Just, why me, Asmo? What's so special about my existence? Other than being there for you and your partner for life, what else could I do? Nothing. As me being the only one in your eyes, it's selfish, unfair and totally really uncalled for to say that you'll find somebody else in the future. I had nothing to offer to you, and all the other witches who surround you would have surely had better standards than a measly human. I am a weak, fragile and unnecessary living thing who had no place in this world. Look, I've always hated that part of me, and the only way to get rid of it.... was to get rid of myself. I'm.... really sorry, I couldn't stop the urge to just.... easily end my life with a knife twisted in me.... Your overflowing compliments about me during those times we were together... I really wanted to take them by heart, but with this kind of thought, I couldn't bring myself to believe you.... I'm really sorry....." How special were you to him? He didn't care if the tears were running down on his cheeks. He didn't care if this would ruin his perfect, silky skin. He's bawling and raging, and didn't mind if he looked like an absolute wreck the next day. The only thing he could focus if your absence, and he's missing you so much he's skipped a few weeks of school, went offline in Devilgram, and shut himself in his own room...

Beelzebub

"Hello Beel... If you're reading this, then it means you ate the first one I made accidentally... I can't blame you, though. Please keep reading, and... I warn you that you wouldn't take this lightly... I- well.... there's really no softer way in bringing this to you. Look, if you're reading this, then it means... that I'm...dead. Yes, unfortunately, you read that right. I no longer exist in this world, the world where I have no purpose in. I'm very sorry.... I'm sorry I never talked to you about this... I'm sorry that you had to find out this way. And please, don't blame yourself. You are such a sweet demon, and I loved that part of you. I've always loved you, and all the time we spent together. Don't ever change that part of you, please. You were such a sweetheart whenever you try to show you love for me through the amount of snacks I receive. I really appreciate and cherish everything and every bit of it. None of that was the cause of me.... leaving you. It was all just me. I never like myself from the beginning, and all the things you've said to make me feel better? They were working, but things just got too hectic up to the point where I- .... I'm sorry... please, just, know that your true self was the reason why I loved you. You sweetheart, I'm so sorry....." The poor demon couldn't control himself. He's becoming an unpredictably wild beast; sometimes he'd eat so much, everybody would panic that he'd eat half of the entire Devildom, but on the other times... he wouldn't eat AT ALL, not even a CRUMB. Too bad... no matter what he does, that empty feeling never went away because he misses you so much...

Belphegor

"Hey there, sleepyhead.... How many times have I appeared in your dreams? Sadly..... that's the only place where you'll find me from now on. What am I saying? I'm gone, Belphie... I'm sorry, but I went and f**ked myself up. You had nothing to do with this, I swear. It was all me and my stupid thoughts. You already knew that I was going though some sh*t.... I noticed that when you suddenly came to me and told me not to die on you.... I'm sorry, but that's literally what I just did.... Please, I hope you could forgive me..... I'd understand if you're mad at me, and I deserve it. I'm really sorry.... I'm sorry.... Well, you said it yourself: "Humans are weak and delusional." You were totally right about that. It described my entire existence, so why keep on living? Don't do anything stupid just so you could get your cuddle buddy back.... I'll still be with you, and always love you. Just know that I'll never leave you no matter what...." He's never been so awake his entire life. Sleeping was never the same for him when you weren't by his side, and he tries so hard not to fall asleep- otherwise, he'd only see you in his dreams and make him hurt even more.

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my-deer-history · 4 months

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Francis Kinloch in Müller's letters to his family

These extracts are from Johannes von Müller: Sämmtliche Werke, volume 7 (1810).

My translations here, original German and French transcriptions below the cut. I have added some paragraph breaks for legibility.

From the introductory Lebensgeschichte, von ihm selbst beschrieben (Biography, as described by himself)

Meanwhile, at the home of Charles Bonnet, for whom and whose wife he [Müller] developed the tender attachment of a son and who was treated as such by them, he met a young man from South Carolina, Francis Kinloch. He had an extraordinary thirst for knowledge, a great fire, many fine qualities and very pleasant morals.

They determined a plan to live together; every day, for several hours in the morning, they would study Tacitus and Montesquieu, or any other authors found worthy enough to stand beside them, and in the rest of the time, the one friend would read Blackstone and other English or American books, and the other would study Swiss documents, and on top of that, between spending time in the company of Bonnet and others, they would alternate between Roman, French and English classics.

Tronchin was too much Müller’s friend to keep him from this plan, and even more pleased was Kinloch’s guardian, Thomas Boone - the former governor of South Carolina, and at the time the director of the large London Custom-house, a man in whom, in thirty years of acquaintance, Müller never found fault, though he always found exemplary reason, firmness and generosity.

The friends lived for a year and a half in a modest country house on the hill of Chambeisy, surrounded by the highest mountains in the old world, the majesty of Lac Leman*, the incomparable culture of the shore, enjoying the masterworks of the human spirit, in daily association with Bonnet, but also with Voltaire, and brought together for a while with Mr Alleyne Fitzherbert, who was already developing the talents with which he later shone as Lord St Helens. After that, the storms of the North American revolution tore them apart.

*Also known as Lake Geneva.

Undated, 1775, Müller to his sister

After this little introduction, I ask you to take a map of the Geneva region to hand. Here, on the Swiss side of the lake on the border of Geneva on French land, lies the town of Chambesis – on a hill that overlooks the lake, all of the estates, the entire republic and the glaciers. Now take the map of America. Here is Charlestown, the capital of Carolina. And here on the third map is Scotland; in the middle of which lives an ancient family called Kinloch; one of these left Europe at the time of the civil war of the Stuart kings, and found with many others there a beautiful country and freedom. One of these Kinlochs now commands 1200 negroes, and is a gentleman of great standing and much greater spirit and character; he is twenty years old.

He came to Geneva; in the last 5 to 6 months, we have seen each other for 23 hours each day and read the most profound writers together. Through this, we got to know and love each other’s characters.

Mr Kinloch has rented a small country house with six rooms in Chambesis, and is paying 12 new Louis d’or a month for this and table, breakfast and supper, for the next five summer months. In this solitude, he wants to study. He has such a noble character that he is highly estimated by everyone. Lord North, the prime minister of the king of England, is very fond of him; K risked his life for his son and saved him from mortal danger.

He has invited me to move in with him, and to spend this summer in the lap of scholarship and friendship. We would read and study together, occasionally go into the mountains, occasionally to Pays de Vaud. [...] And [Tronchin*], who loves me, and wants to see and promote my happiness, gave his permission, and his two children will spend this half of the year in a boarding house in the city and learn there. Thus, Mr Tronchin and they and I and Nassau and Bonnet and Kinloch are all content, and I will still see Mr Tronchin at Bessinge once every eight days.

*Müller was employed as a tutor to Tronchin’s two young children at the time.

Undated, 1775, Tronchin to Müller’s father

Have no concern, sir, about your son; everybody loves him, he is lively and good, his conduct has always been very wise, and all of our men of letters would vouch for him. The choice that he makes, to go and live with Mr Kinlock [sic] shall not, I hope, be without utility for him. He is a young man who has lived here for a long time, and who is generally and singularly esteemed both by his compatriots and by the Genevese, whether for his morals or for his character. The desire that he has to benefit from your son’s knowledge must be a guarantee of what I have told you.

From the introductory Lebensgeschichte, von ihm selbst beschrieben (biography, as described by himself)

Indeß lernte Müller bei Karl Bonnet, für den und dessen Gemahlin er die zärtliche Anhänglichkeit eines Sohnes faßte, und von welchen er ganz wie ein solcher behandelt wurde, einen Jüngling aus Süd - Carolina, Francis Kinloch, kennen. Dieser hatte eine ungemeine Wißbegier, viel Feuer, viele Güte und sehr angenehme Sitten. Es entstand ein Plan des Beisammenlebens; täglich sollten in ein paar Morgenstunden Tacitus und Montesquieu, und wenn etwa noch einer würdig erfunden würde neben diesen zu stehen, in den übrigen von dem einen Freunde Blackstone und andere englische oder amerikanische Bücher, von dem andern die schweizerischen Urkunden studiert, und hierauf zwischen Bonnets und anderer Gesellschaft, und Durchlesung römischer, französischer und englischer Klassiker abgewechselt werden. Zu sehr war Tronchin Müller's Freund, um ihn hievon abzuhalten, und noch mehr freute sich Kinloch's Vormund, Thomas Boone, gewesener Gouverneur von Süd- Carolina, noch jetzt Director des großen Londner Custom-house's, ein Mann, an welchem in dreißigjährigem Verhältniß Müller nie einen Fehler, wohl aber vortreflichen Verstand, Festigkeit und Edelmuth immer gleich gefunden hat. Auf dem Hügel von Chambeisy in einem bescheidenen Landhause, dem aber die höchsten Gebürge der alten Welt, die Pracht des lemanischen Sees, die unvergleichliche Cultur der Ufer entgegenlagen, im Genuß der Meisterstücke des menschlichen Geistes, im tåglichen Umgange Bonnets, auch mit Voltaire, und eine Zeitlang vereiniget mit Herrn Alleyne Fitzherbert, welcher die Talente schon entwickelte, durch welche er nach diesem als Lord St. Helens in den größten Geschäften geglänzt, so lebten die Freunde bei anderthalb Jahre. Hierauf rissen die Stürme der nordamerikanischen Revolution sie auseinander.

Undated, 1775, Müller to his sister

Nach dieser kleinen Einleitung bitte ich dich, eine Karte vom Genfergebiet zur Hand zu nehmen. Hier auf der Schweizerseite des Sees an den Genfergränzen auf französischem Boden liegt das Dorf Chambesis, auf einer Höhe, welche den See, alle Landgüter, die ganze Republik und die Eisberge übersieht. Nun nimm die Karte von Amerika. Hier ist Charlestown, die Hauptstadt von Karolina. Und hier auf der dritten Karte ist Scotland; in der Mitte desselben wohnt ein altes Geschlecht, genannt Kinloch; einer aus demselben verließ Europa zur Zeit der innerlichen Kriege der Könige Stuart, und fand mit vielen andern daselbst ein schönes Land und die Freiheit. Einer von diesen Kinlochs gebeut nun 1200 Négern, und ist ein Herr von Stand und noch weit größerm Geist und Charakter; er ist zwanzig Jahre alt. Er kam nach Genf; letzte 5—6 Monate haben wir uns alle Tage 23 Stunden gesehen und mit einander die tiefsinnigsten Schriftsteller gelesen. Hiedurch haben wir einer des andern Charakter kennen gelernt und lieb gewonnen. Herr Kinloch hat in Chambesis ein kleines Landhaus mit sechs Zimmern gemiethet, und zahlt hiefür und Tafel, Morgens und Abendessen, künftige fünf Sommermonate hindurch monatlich 12 neue Louis d'ors. In dieser Einsamkeit will er studieren. Er hat einen so edlen Charakter, daß er von jedermann hochgeschätzt wird. Er ist sehr beliebt bei Lord North, erstem Staatsminister des Königs von England; dessen Sohn hat K. einst aus Todesgefahr gerettet und sein eignes Leben für ihn gewagt. Er hat mich eingeladen zu ihm zu ziehen, und diesen Sommer im Schooß der Wissenschaften und der Freundschaft zuzubringen. Wir würden mit einander lesen und studieren, bisweilen in die Berge gehen, bisweilen ins Pays de Vaud. [...] Und [Tronchin], welcher mich liebt und mein Glück gern sieht und befördert, gab seinen Willen, und seine zwei Kinder werden dies halbe Jahr in einer Pension in der Stadt bleiben und daselbst lernen. So daß also Herr Tronchin und sie und ich und Nassau und Bonnet und Kinloch, wir alle zusammen zufrieden sind, und ich Herrn Tronchin dennoch alle acht Tage einmal zu Bessinge sehe.

Undated, 1775, Tronchin to Müller’s father

Ne soyez, Monsieur, d'ailleurs point en peine de Mr. Votre fils; tout le monde l'aime, il est vif et bon, sa conduite a toujours été très sage, et tous nos gens de lettres en font le plus grand cas. Le parti qu'il prend, d'aller vivre avec Mr. Kinlock ne sera pas, j'espère, sans utilité pour lui. C'est un jeune homme qui demeure ici depuis long tems, et qui y est généralement et singulièrement estimé tant par ses compatriotes que par les Genevois, soit pour ses moeurs, soit pour son caractère. Le désir qu'il a de profiter des lumières de Mr. Votre fils, Vous doit être un garant de ce que je Vous dis.

#francis kinloch #johannes von müller #charles bonnet #queer history #18th century history

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floor-archivist · 2 years

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How to spend less money on college textbooks:

Now, this may not work for everyone. If you have a class that needs a book and an online access code or something, see if you can buy the access code separately.

Guide below the cut:

(Click images for better quality)

DO NOT BUY FROM THE BOOKSTORE! I think that’s a given but just in case. Avoid it at all costs, your school does not need more of your money.

1. Friends: Before I send you on an internet goose chase, check around with some friends. Did they take your class last semester and maybe would be willing to loan you the book, or even sell it to you at a nice price? Well, that’s spectacular you don’t need this anymore!

2. What you need to start your search:

Title

Author(s)

ISBN number

Edition of the book or Publication Year

Preferably have these somewhere you can copy from and paste into search bars on a computer.

3. First Option: Library Genesis (https://libgen.rocks/index.php) Open this with an ad blocker, uBlock Origin is free and very good. If you’re not using an ad blocker, click carefully.

Type the ISBN or title and author into the search bar, in my example I’m looking for Biological Science by Freeman (5th edition). You may need to scroll down a little, the book I’m looking for didn’t show up till the 11th entry. This was the entry I ended up choosing:

[ID: A cropped screenshot of Library Genesis, showing the result for Biological Science, which reads, “Biological Science 5th Scott Freeman Pearson 2014 English 0/1418 187 MB pdf“ End ID]

Make sure the file type is a PDF, which it will say in the list on the far right. Now click on the title of the book. You will be brought to the page that looks like the following image:

[ID: A cropped screenshot of Library Genesis, showing the page for the book, Biological Science. It lists all the previous information in the last image, as well as a description of the book, the edition ID, when it was added to the website, when it was modified and the ISBN number. The cover of the book, which appears on the left side of the picture, shows a green reptile. Along the bottom of the picture is a smaller version of the book cover, which is circled in red. End ID]

Make sure everything matches up and this is in fact the correct book. If it is, click on the small version of the cover, next to the file size, circled in red in the above example. You will be brought to the following page:

[ID: A cropped screenshot of Library genesis, showing the cover of the book, Biological Science, as described previously. Above the book in a box, is the word “GET”, circled in red. End ID]

Click “get,” as shown in the image above, circled. Once you have clicked “get” the file should either start downloading immediately or ask where you want the file saved (depending on your preferences). Once it has finished downloading, open the file and make sure everything is in order. If you’ve made it this far, congratulations! You have pirated your textbook! Repeat as needed.

If this doesn’t work...

4. Second Option: Your School’s Library

Search up your book in the online catalogue. If it does show up, amazing! Go to the library and check it out!

But some schools may have textbooks on something called “reserves.” In the example below, that is what is going on with my book.

Reserve means you need to go to the library staff and ask to borrow it, which you will then have a few hours to use the book as needed in the library (usually 2-3 hours).

[ID: A cropped image of a library search for the book, The First Days of School by Harry K. Wong and Rosemary T. Wong. To the left is a picture of the cover of the book, showing the name and authors in green lettering. Along the bottom of the search result is a section that shows the location of the book, the first part of which is blocked out, and reads “Reserves (Circulation Desk) (PERSONAL COPY)” End ID.]

4.5 Third Option: WorldCat / ILL

Go into the advanced search options of your library’s catalogue and click “WorldCat” as shown below:

[ID: A cropped image of a library search engine. It reads as follows, “Search criteria. Search for: Books, articles and more.” “WorldCat.” is circled in red. Below this lists options for fields of search, material types, languages, and dates. End ID.]

This will search the catalog of every school that participates in a program called InterLibrary Loans (ILL). It will allow you to request books to be sent to your school for free! Now, if you find your book this way, submit a request and you should get the book within a week or two!

Public Libraries also have a similar system, if you are looking for a very specific book you may be able to find it through that, check out your local libraries’ website for more info!

** I’m not sure how Universities outside of the US work, however there is a chance they have a similar system of loaning books between participating libraries. Check your library’s website, there should be something on there if they do have a similar system.

5. Fourth Option: PDF Searches

Google search “filetype:pdf “(insert book name here)”” In my example shown below I’m searching for a book called "El español a través de la lingüística”

[ID: A screenshot of a google search. The search bar contains, “filetype:pdf "El español a través de la lingüística”” The images shows the first three results of the search. The first is a pdf file titled, “felix-brasdefer-2008-cortesia.pdf” the next is a website titled, “Introduccion A La Linguistica Espanola Azeveado 2009 (PDF)” the last is website titled, “Introduccion A La Linguistica Espanola 3rd Edition Spanish...” End ID]

This only brings up search results that are pdfs, making it more likely to be a textbook. In this search I was able to find chapter 9 of my textbook in a pdf. Look through all the results.

6. Tips for if the previous things did not work:

Get a buddy in the class and split the cost!

Buy secondhand; try amazon, chegg, thriftbooks, ebay

Get a digital copy, paper costs money man, saves some trees too?

Get an earlier edition. Yes, they’re particular about them sometimes, but the information remains the same throughout each book usually, especially if they’re close in editions.

Rent them!

DO NOT BUY YOUR TEXTBOOK TILL YOU HAVE ACTUALLY SAT IN THE CLASS. You never know if you’ll have to drop it for some unforeseen circumstance, or maybe you’ll just hate the professor so much you just drop the class.

If the book is not a “textbook” but more like a “required reading” check with your local public library!

Talk to your professor! Some will let students borrow books for the whole semester if they can’t get them or are waiting on shipping. Some will even scan the books and print them for you! But this works best in universities with very small class sizes.

I hope this was able to help to at least spend a bit less money on textbooks this year! Thanks for reading! Last Updated on: 6/20/2023

#university #college #textbooks #pirating #archies guides

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korn-kob · 2 years

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I just know there’s a post somewhere calling the Podesta hot...

#and now i'm contributing it by posting this #guillermo del toro's pinocchio #gdt pinocchio #this ad was brought to you by the letter K

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hoodievixen · 1 year

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With My Own Eyes - Part 7 (Dream of the Endless x OC)

Based off of this

Summary: Morpheus just wanted to keep his soulmate safe. She just wanted to make her own decisions. Doesn't help that he doesn't show her his face.

Words Count: ~ 2 K

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, witchcraft, bad grammar and even worse spelling, !Comic Spoilers!

A/N: Ya know what, f*ck it! I'm writing the parts I want to, no more filler I don't want to write.

Tag List: @intothesoul @ poemfreak306

Master List

Lily was walking beside Morpheus as they walked between locations. She looked over to the horizon, looking at the sun set. It had been a long day, and it wasn't even done yet. And she was so appreciative for it. "Thanks," she said to Morpheus through the familiar science.

"For what?" he asked, genuinely unaware of what she was greatful for.

"Not treating me any different," Lily answered. "Usually when people learn about my chronic pain, they treat me like something fragile, like I need to be taken care of. But you didn't. Like we're out here walking around just like we did my second day here. I wouldn't know what to do if someone else constantly took care of me. Like I'm not glass, I won't break that easily."

Dream paused to watch her. She wore such a sweet genuine smile ad her face was lit up by the sunset. He felt so guilty. That was the exact reason he brought her with him today. He didn't want her to leave his sight, incase something happened. Dream did not want her to experience any more pain, but incase she did, he wanted to be there. But since he could not abandon his own duties, he brought her along, where she showd to be helpful.

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Lily couldn't get the dumb smile off her face. She loved today. It was like she ha been a kid again. It all started with her jumping off the bridge to the castle to the lake below. It was the world of dreams, with the king at her side, there was nothing she needed to be afraid of.

She and Dream walked back into the palace long after the sun had set. "Please," she pleaded with him. She held up her reaction, dropping quire few flower in the process. "I made it for you," she said about the flower crown. Lily was already wearing her own.

"And it is quite lovely," he assured her.

The two had quickly made their way to the throne room. "There you are my lord," Lucienne commented, "Did he two of you enjoy your day."

"Indeed", Dream answered.

"It was fun," Lily gave a fraction more of detail.

The librarian smiled, "I am glad to hear that."

Her expression returned to that of business. "My Lord, might I have a word with you in the library?"

Lily was quick to pick up when she wasn't wanted. "I'll get going," she assured them, "I should get some him in my stomach." The witch walked out, still doing so him with the collection of flowers in her arms.

"What is it Lucienne?" the dream lord asked, already haven taken of his helm.

The librarian gave him a look of disamusement. "You still refuse to show her your face?" she wondered in a way that was more closer to scolding than asking. "Clearly things are going well. If you want to proceed with this relationship, you are doing to need to take that step."

"I don't not wish to risk anything," Dream reminded her, "She'll see my face when the time is right."

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Dream wasn't sure what to think I the smile Lily wore. It was muh loer to a smirk. How ere the blush on her cheeks was a good sighn. "Never durst a poet touch a pen to write," she tried to disregard all that was in his hear dealt letter with the quote.

"Until his ink was tempered with love's sigh," He finished the quote for her.

He hel onto her hand lowering his head to her. "It has a precious seeing to the eye: A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind: a loves ears will hear the lowest sound." Whole it was not the same quote it did one from the same source material.

Sibyl snorted, "So you know Shakespeare."

"Hes more of a business aquantence than anything, we did have a deal or his insperation," Dream commented nonchalantly.

"What!?" she dramatically yelled in disbelief. "You can't just say something like that without an explanation!"

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Sibyl thought she was being clever. She really just wanted to see his face. It felt off relation all these feeling of fondness toward a mosquito like face, knowing there was so thin else beneath it. She had already done portraits for Lucienne and a handful of others who were will. To it for a sketch. Sue they wee enor masterpieces, but Sibyl quite liked the collection he was a assembling. Of course a collection of portraits of a royal ourt would be nothing without a portrait of it's king.

Dream still reused to take of his helm, saying that there was no rush to do his painting, as there were still many castle residences that she had yet to do.

Lily came up with a compromise. She grabbed a sketch book as well as pencils. "How about you tell m what you look like, and I try to draw you," she offered, "Sorta like a police sketch."

Dream said nothing.

Sibyl wasn't sure what that meant so she started to ask questions. "What color is your hair," she asked hesitantly, wanting to jot down notes of colors.

"Black," he softly answers, "And my eyes are of stars."

That was all she was able to get out of him.

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Lily sat on the stairs near Dream. While she had a sketchbook beside her, she wasn't drawing in it, to distracted by the pain in her lower abdomen, and the counsil the king of the realm was giving to his subjects.

"Thank you my lord," the dream said, containing excitement. They bowed to Dream before turning to Sibyl. "My lady."

Her eyebrows quirked, but the dream was already rushing out before she could say anything. It took her long enough to get Lucienne to stop calling her that all the time, she didn't want to with every other resident of the Dreaming. "Why do people call me that?" she complained.

"It is the most common form of respect they can give," Morpheus explained, "Do you wish for them to call you something different? Just say the word, and it shall be so."

Sibyl leaned back against the stairs, somehow both relevwainf ache and causing more. "Can't they just ya know, use my name," she pointed out, "I'd even accept Miss Crow, it's what my students call me."

"Lily," Dream called out calmly, "They dare not disrespect you. After all we are fated." He gestured to her arm. She had recently worn shorter sleeves more often so it was viable there amongst her tattoos, Dream of the Endless.

Lily rubbed the heel of her palm against it as if trying to rub it off. "But it's not like we're married or anything," she pointed out. "... What even is our relationship..?" Her voice was soft, barely a whisper.

Dream intertwined his fingers with hers, holding her hold before she found something else to occupy her fidgety fingers. "I have expressed my intent to court you since you arrived in the Dreaming," he pointed out, "Might I point out you've been returning such actions recently as well."

Sibyl looked at him, pressing her lips together. Everything was so much weirdsd cause of him helm. It would be so much easier to accepted it, if there wasn't a blatant sign he didn't trust her. But there was little denying it, "I guess we're dating."

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Sibyl had fallen asleep in the library. Across the table before her were grimores of old, as well as her notes of them. So many of the witch stories have been lost to time and man, he was glad there was at least one person left to find the meaning and uses they hold.

Dream reached out a crossed her check. She let out a little mumble, but stayed asleep. She wasn't likely going to walk back to her own chambers. Still Dream did not wanting her to wake up more sore than she already would be.

Lily was weightless in his arms as he carried her to her room. She continued to sleep, curled up against him, breath tickling his neck. It had been quite warm in the Dreaming that day, and Sibyl had dressed as soon, with much skin on show. He knew she was still rather modest in modern standard, but he had not been there for the development for those standards. So of course it would be hard for him touching the bare skin of the woman he loves.

The way she grips onto him as he set her down is aching. He gives into her tugs, laying down next to her. She looked so peaceful asleep, her mind dreamless. How he'd love to fill her mind of the sweetest dreams, but dare not risk her safety with her physically being in the Dreaming.

There was however another way he could bring her pleasure.

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Lily woke up with a groan. Not from her stubbornness of wanting to stay asleep. It was more so brought about by the sensation of lips kissing the inside of her legs. But still with her eyes open she saw nothing but darkness, as there was a had over her eyes.

"You can go back to sleep, Love," a soft voice cooed before a light kiss was pressed against her jaw.

"Morpheus," she declared, in both confusion and excitement. To kiss her he had to remove his helm, meaning if he were to remove his hand she be able to see his face. That's all she wanted.

She reached up to grab at his hand, but she felt the hand on her face stiffen. "Stop," he demanded.

Lily moved to sit up, something not quiet easy with Morpheus looming over her. He returned to placing kissing in her neck, going lower to her chest and lingering close to her shirt's neckline. She felt his hair tickling at her cheek and jawline. Sibyl slowly reached out in the direction it came frem, wanting to run her hand through his hair, or cup his cheek, just to touch him. She resisted a smile at the thought of how romantic it would be, already in love, but the night she would first see his face filled with said love and passion.

His other hand came up and grabbed at her wrist. He placed a lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth, before Morpheus moved down once again, to where he had been when she first awoke.

"Stop," she pleaded. Still he continued. Lily forced her legs together, "Morpheus stop!" Any sleep or amusement had left her voice. If anything she was a bit angry.

Morpheus listened to her, though he was confused on why she wanted that.

Sibyl let out a quick sigh of agrivation. "You expect me to trust you with my body, while you do not trust me to know your face," she pointed out, "You have to see the hypocracy in that."

Morpheus open his mouth to speak. Even though she couldn't see it, it was like she knew he was going to reaspond. "I don't care about what excuse you're going to say," she scolded him calmly, "Trust is a two way street, and I feel like your not even acknowledging it's existence. Now either remove your hand and let me see you, or this needs to stop."

Lily had enough. She had been patient long enough, but if her wanted the intamancy of lovers, he'd need to have more trust in her than that of a stranger.

She did not expect him to actually leave.

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They both needed time to calm down. So Lily waited until morning before going to find Morpheus. He was in the throne room, the most common place she finds him. Sitting upon his head, once again, was that stupid spine trunked helm.

"We need to talk," she told him calmly. She did not hesitate to approach him, even if he was just silently watching her. "And not just me talking to you. We need to have dialog back and forth."

"There is nothing we need to talk about," he said simply.

Lily huffed, crossing her arms across her chest. "Morpheus I was serious about what I said last night," she told him. "I feel you do not trust me. I have gone against common sense and have learned to trust. Despite the fact you kidnapped me, refused to let me go home, and continue to not show me your face.

I want to presume a relationship between us, but I can't with out knowing you trust me." Clearly she was angry, but she waa staying calm, pleading with him to be reasonable.

"Lily," he sighed, stepping a single step closer for her to be in reach. "There will come a day that I will."

Sibyl took another step, standing in front of him. She reached up placing her hand on his shoulders. "Why can't it be today?" she stressed.

Morpheus didn't answer. He couldn't answer. How would one explain that the mere knowledge of his face may cause her to leaving him. Dream wouldn't be able to live if that were to happen.

Sibyl grew frustrated with his silence. Slowly she moved her hands to his neck. She slid her fingers under the helm.

Lily fell onto her bed. Her bed in her flat in London. She let out a scream of frustration, kicking at her mattress. He sent her out of the Dreaming, ending it it all with her.

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madamlaydebug · 6 months

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!! ️SCHOOL WILL NEVER TEACH YOU THIS👇🏿

|| THE AFRICAN ORIGIN OF THE NAME ISRAEL ||

The teachings of Bundu Dia Kongo.

Ne MUANDA NSEMI teaches the Makesa mu Nzila Kongo: the mystery of the name, because the name is the carrier of evil and beneficial influences to the one who bears it.

The name is also linked to a person's state of being.

Como example: with Zulu Makeba, with MBEMBA ZULU, with NKEMBO WA MONESUA, with NSANSUKULU A KANDA, YAYA VITA KIMPA, MFUMU KIMBANGU, with MUANDA NSEMI, NAVITA NGOLO, MFUKA FUAKAKA MUZEMBA etc.

Ne MUANDA NSEMI also teaches Makesa mu Nzila Kongo that speaking French, English is not synonymous with being intellectual.

Africans have become, complexly, foreign languages fanatics. Africans believe that giving a French, English or Hebrew name would have more meaning than in their mother tongue.

Example:

-that one called PEDRO thinks it's better to be called a stone than to be called TADI in his mother tongue which is KIKONGO.

- whoever is called ELOHIM believes this designation is divine in origin, but refuses to be called ELIMA in their language, while ELOHIM= ELIMA in Kikongo.

Ne MUANDA NSEMI teaches the Makesa mu Nzila Kongo that the word KELIMA means a Messenger God, a Genius, an Angel. When the letter 'K' falls, KELIMA becomes ELIMA, in the plural BIKELIMA: the flashing, the SEZIMA, the SELIMA.

Elima word expansion, adding letters. Oh give the words Elohima Elohim in Hebrews

Eli, El, stands for ELIMA, Kelima.

Give names like: EL Fatah, EL Chadai, ELION.

The abbreviation " EL " is also in the name of God, Archangels, Prophets in the Hebrew language as: Deus Yave Israel. Archangel Michael, Michël, Raphael, and other names such as: Ishmael, Samuël, Daniël, Emmanuel, Ezequiël...

Kelima, Elima is synonymous with God of Simbi, Nomo, a messenger God, a Genius of Nature, an Angel, a Radiant of Light.

No more no less On the cross Jesus shouted Elima (=Eli), Elima (=Éli), why have you forsaken me?

A Kelima, an Elima is a Great Mulimu, a Great Spirit of Nature: Each Elima has its own name:

And HOGU BATALA, OUR KAMBISI, KOLOKOSO, OUR KINZOLA, OLONGO, OUR MANDOMBE KALI, LUEZI (LUEJI, LUEJ, RUEJ) , RA, ISISI, MANATA LUDI etc.. These are some famous Elima from Egyptian BUKONGO.

Isis stands for Isisi: a goddess (an Elima) of Ancient Egypt.

Ra is a male Elima (+), isisi a female (-).

IS, RA, EL giving Israel. It is the fusion of positive (Ra) and negative (isisi), the union of man and woman gives an androgynous Elima (EL), both male and female. An equal Elima is called Mahungu, Malunga, Ilunga, Complete Being, made in the image of the Great God KONGO KALUNGA.

The holy book of Kongo (MAKONGO) religion teaches that Kana was the land of High Priest MELCHISEDEK.

Mukana verb means Nkua Vema, an enthusiastic, a passionate, a jealous, a fanatic.

Kikana is fanaticism: Bakana ba Nzambi are fanatic of God, KANA, KANANA country.

Originally Kana and Madian were inhabited by blacks

Midian was inhabited by the High Priest, Gestro (Yetelo), this High Priest of Bukongo teaches Moses to contact the Angel of the people of Israel who is the God of Israel.

Kana was inhabited by High Priest Melchisedek, this High Priest of Bukongo teaching Hibrahim, Abraham to enter into communion with God of Israel.

In kikongo language the sun is called Ntangu lowa the Great Nabi Kongo say the heart of the sun is called KISEDEKI.

-so MAMBU MELE KISEDEKI i mean problems went to the heart of the sun. The word MELE is a Kikongo verb form from the verb KUENDA which means to go.

In Bukongo, a Great Nabi Kongo that serves as a transmission channel between the Assemblies of God (Temple) and the Heart of the Sun, bears the grand opening title of Ne MELE KISEDEKI.

The bible says Melchisedik king of Salem brought bread and wine. He was a sacrifice of a very high God. He bless Abraham by the most high God

Ibrahim (Abraham) gave Dime to Mechisedek (Genesis 14: 18-20)

So here is Abraham, the first prophet of God of Israel) who is blessed by a High Priest black a Great Nabi Kongo, Ne MELE KISEKEDI.

Abraham father of the faith of the white Hebrews pay Dime to the Priest of the Most High God Ne MELE KISEDEKI King and Priest of KANA we will distort in Kanan Canaan because of their variants Kanana.

- Thus Abraham (Ibrahim) imitating copying the language of the people of Kana (THE BAKONGO) and distorting the graft in the Hebrew language, these words distort the source in Kikongo

- in Kikongo language

Excerpt from the book The Mysteries of KIKONGO

Written by NE MUANDA NSEMI Nlongi' to KONGO.

Kinshasa on 22-11-1995

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Shards Masterpost

Prompt list by ao3commentoftheday, these are all unrelated Grindeldore oneshots.

Works:

Off to save the world again?

“You do not want to do this.”

“I thought we were past stating the obvious. Besides, you could have knocked.”

“Yeah, not gonna risk you apparating to Timbuktu or somethin’ just to avoid talking to me,” Aberforth huffed rounding the table. Sometimes Albus saw their father in the way he crossed his arms, the steel in his eyes, the set of his jaw that made ardently clear that he didn’t need magic to take zero bullshit from anyone. Even from his brother. Especially from his brother.

The night before everything comes to a head in Bhutan, Aberforth decides that he's had enough of Albus' secrets.

Prompt: A conversation you wish had happened in canon.

Canon for Fantastic Beasts 2, the Dumbledore brothers talking about their shared trauma.

Under a lilac canopy

Summary: To say that Gellert had not expected to wake up on another day at the western front to the Statute of Secrecy finally blasted to smithereens was a bit of an understatement. It fell as silently as a night-time truce: nobody knew who had fired the first shot that brought down the entire thing. To the stench of antiseptics and laudanum was added the cloyingly sweet scent of pain relief potions; the highest dose available in France was handed out like Penicillin: worth its weight in gold. After the initial shock of that surreal day had faded, he’d been ecstatic, of course, eager to write a woefully short, passionate letter to Albus about the possibilities this unlocked in the late war-effort – and not a single letter returned to him from Britain. In spite of the Royal Mail Service, those utter madlads, in spite of every owl and pigeon he could find in bumfuck nowhere, France – silence. He would have to find Albus himself, once he finally got to go home, but amidst London that was torn to shreds and filled with the hungering, grieving masses, nobody wanted to talk about the day Albus Dumbledore disappeared. The day the Statute fell.

Prompt: an expression of love.

Edwardian WW1 AU, hurt/comfort heavy on the comfort side. Hospital reunion fic.

The earth of me

Summary:

Maybe it had been foolish, then, of Albus to think himself safe from surprises. The kind which rocked the very ground underneath his feet, that was, a sort of shock that travelled up and down his spine and shot adrenaline through his entire system. Safe from war, if not from politics, he had considered himself hidden from Death’s crows upon his doorstep. He wasn’t.

He had long known the five stages of grief to be thestral dung. On that particular afternoon in late January of 1931, he appeared to have shot right past denial into depression, or directly into acceptance, perhaps, if one took into account that he had always known that this had had to happen eventually.

Prompt: Character meta

Albus ruminates on the death of his father in Azkaban and what this means for himself. Canon missing moment I guess.

Remnants

Summary:

“You could have mentioned that this dragon hoards eggs.”

In the darkness, Gellert was a mere shade. The ragged rocks cut the howling wind apart into ribbons that slashed the air: high, haunting sounds dancing over the wet grass. No human lived up here, not anymore. The next village was miles and miles away. Albus felt the ground vibrate with the dragon’s steps inside the castle ruins that spanned an entire hilltop. The bare bones of a grand church stuck up into the grey sky that had lifted away the roof from its ribs long ago; of the keep, only the northern and the eastern wall still stood. Everything else was naked stone filed down by the weather littering the grasslands like teeth. Here the remains of a hall as big as a lord’s manor, there circles in the mud: watchtowers, or what was left of them. Bones were scattered in between those trampled histories. The earth only yielded bushes with berries on them that should not be touched by anything that wished to live, no fields survived here. It was so cold Albus could feel his jaws jittering.

“Theseus said nothing of it. I presume that he did not know, else he would have. He only stressed how very unwise it is to go near a nesting dragon.”

Prompt instead of the origina prompt that didn't work for me was three lines of conversation, link lost, unfortunately.

Canon divergence, could be seen as a cousin to my Constellations series in as much as Albus and Gellert live togther throughout their life as professors on Hogwarts.

The red grief

Summary: In 1625, King James I of England and Scotland died, leaving his lover George de Villiers, the Duke of Buckingham, behind. Historically, the Duke decided to sack Cadíz on the Spanish coast soon after. In another world, a pair of immortal husbands are none too pleased about being asked for magical help on what others would call a thinly veiled act of piracy intended to escalate political tensions into outright war. How to cope?

Prompt: an emotional moment that you can't find a plot for.

Smut and fluff, immortal wizards AU, the most established of relationships

Golden mornings come again

Summary:

“I know for a fact that you have never asked me to go to the coast with you, but I dream of it, sometimes, finding you at the sea, and when I wake up, I am overcome with such a visceral urge to do exactly that; as if you were waiting for me with your hands in your coat pockets and your back turned to me, facing the sea – in fact, all of these… strange, inexplicable… Merlin, I don’t even know what to call them – these glimpses, these pictures I have of you in my mind that seem so impossibly real – you are waiting for me in all of them. Looking over your shoulder whenever I come close enough to touch, and there it always ends. As though I have been chasing and losing you for a very long time.”

It always takes a while for the memories to come back to them.

Prompt: a scene fully without context.

Reincarnation AU, established relationship, a lot of fluff with a side of emotional smut served gently

Historically proud

Summary: The man at the counter had hair so light it was almost white, looking natural, not dyed, but who really knew; his t-shirt had three lines of ancient Greek on it that Albus only realized had to be the first line of the Iliad after staring at it for way too long, toned muscles – arms, hello, damn – and he was oozing confidence. Well, that was all of Albus’ boxes ticked, ta very much. Fuck.

“I’m sorry, I kind of couldn’t not listen – you’re Professor Albus Dumbledore, yes?”

Puzzled, he gave a brief nod.

“Indeed I am. I like your t-shirt.”

The man looked down at it like he’d forgotten he was wearing it, grinning a bit.

“Thanks. I read your last article that you published – what was it, a few months ago? – Anyway, the way you dissected the outdated communist pirate theory with such poise and elegance, that was beautiful.” Then he cleared his throat and straightened from his casual slouch against the counter which looked entirely like a nervous act. “Sorry, where are my manners? Name’s Gellert Grindelwald, I’m the new Ancient Greek History Doctorate researcher and teacher at King’s College.”

“Oh!” Well, Albus was fucked. That beautiful, clever man was going to be his new colleague.

Prompt: The meeting part of a meet-cute AU

Modern AU, historians, getting together, uni colleagues AU with a side-dash of ToG characters mentioned

Candle Stains

Summary:

The different paths that their lives had taken so far had not merged upon accident: they’d worked to make it work. Once Aurelius was fully grown, theoretically, there was no reason why Gellert should still live with him then. The thought seized Albus' heart and held it captive.

“You must know that your continued support has been vital to me. I value you far, far beyond your excellent job as the tutor of my nephew.”

To his puzzlement, Gellert gave a breath of amusement that fast turned fond.

“I do believe that is British for ‘I love you.’”

“And if it is,” Albus responded, half question, half declaration.

Prompt: a shocking announcement (or the reaction to it)

Regency AU, Albus is a Lord living in London with his nephew Aurelius, Aberforth and Aurelius' tutor Gellert. Getting together fic.

All aflame (The fire has found a home in me)

Summary:

“When we are going on our tour together, I am going to make you scream above the Seine and you’re going to have me under the Venice moonlight.”

“Gellert,” he breathed out the pearling laughter in his chest, light as air, “I can’t wait.” Then he turned around, and awkward as the angle was, they made it work for a lingering kiss. Gellert nudged his big nose into Albus’ cheekbone smirking like the cat that got the cream.

“Better?”

“Much. Thank you. I’d say sorry for having woken you up, but in truth…”

“Don’t be,” he grinned, “I’m not."

Prompt: A missing moment from canon

Canon summer of 1899, smut, idiots in love, fluff and intimacy, no bad things in this one.

Heaven

Summary: “I am not used to how you look at me anymore.”

“And how do I look at you?”

“Like you would burn the world to have me again. I am not sure if I would call it love.”

I do, Gellert wanted to scream, I do, I do, I do, throbbing in his chest in a double-stutter. //

Prompt: an alternate ending to a scene from canon.

The restaurant scene from Fantastic Beasts 3 do-over, canon divergence, what if these two had actually talked and gotten their shit together?

Stay a thousand years

Summary:

“Gellert is blessed with foresight, wisdom, a cunning mind for strategy, and charms enough to have the whole court fall for him; he is a just and intelligent man and… I love him dearly. Anyone else but him would make no sense for me to marry.”

Percival gazed at him with something like trepidation in his watery eyes.

“He is powerful enough to match you, Albus. Having him so near you could be a dangerous decision… or the only wise thing to do.”

“He would never hurt me. Never,” Albus vowed with all the conviction of late-night conversations about spells that did not exist yet and the long-lost relics that haunted them both from the side-lines of their childhood fairy tales. The court might not know it yet, but Gellert was his, and he belonged to Gellert as firmly as any priest could profess; more so, they were made from the same stardust. It was the one thing that did not made him tremble these days, that knowledge.

“Very well,” sighed the dying king, and let go of his hands. “Get him for me, please.”

Prompt: Someone just having the worst luck.

Medieval Fantasy AU, proposal under rather difficult circumstances fic, royalty AU.

By your leave

Summary:

Captured. The thrice damned teenagers had gotten themselves captured. Bowed over Albus’ tombstone as he was every morning and every for longer than he cared to actively recount, Gellert took the news from one of his many birds scouting the grand, wide world out there for him without moving from his spot. Though he wanted nothing more than to rest his forehead on the white marble painted golden by the sunset until he faded into the stone itself, slowly, painfully slowly, his folded hands detangled to settle on the cool surface instead.

“My heart, I must do something,” he rasped over the polished stone. His knees creaked and hurt as he forced them to move like rusted hinges. “To the snake pit I go, is that not the funniest thing you ever heard – this might finally be my last sunset, my love.”

Albus Dumbledore was dead, Harry Potter captured at Malfoy Manor, but the last King had not yet been let off the chess board.

Prompt: An exchange of gifts or mementos.

Canon divergence, hurt with very little comfort, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows alternate ending.

in from the cold

Summary: Gellert comes back home to Camelot in the weeping rain to a row between Master Merlin and King Arthur. Nothing new there, though this time, a dragon is dead, the King is injured, and Gellert would simply like to squirrel away Albus from under Merlin's watchful eyes, thank you very much.

Prompt: That awesome line you simply can't find a plot for.

Camelot medieval fantasy AU. Reunion fic with a side of Merlin/Arthur.

Stained-glass window laments

Summary:

“I cannot bear the thought of life here without you. My head weighs heavy with the crown upon it, and that weight is not made to be carried alone. You must pull through now, my love, and be not afraid of my temper. I see how unusually quiet you are.”

Gellert’s eyes briefly flickered heavenward.

“I got stabbed.”

“After pushing an army of three thousand; twelve clans united despite that they’re squabbling in front of my doorstep now; through the murderous mountains, yes.” He kissed Gellert’s fingers, feeling the cool metal push smoothly into his lips, feeling the shape and weight of them in comparison to Gellert’s roughened skin. Eye contact kept him quiet. “You are thin, my heart. Have they who followed you into battle not treated you to every comfort?”

Prompt: The aftermath of a scene you’ll never actually write

Medieval Fantasy AU, King Albus and loyal knight Gellert, hurt/comfort.

Asja

Summary:

It had been Europe, they agreed on that much. Gellert remembered birches, and Albus still sometimes blinked at sunspots falling through oak leaves dappled with dew in dreams lost before he was fully awake. Sensual memory, that was what stuck the longest. Visuals, feelings, sounds.

Once, they had been like gods.

Prompt: the scene that would bring you personally the most joy.

Pre-historic Smut, rated E.

#Grindeldore #ggad #albus x gellert #Fantastic Beasts #my writing #scary self-promotion #Shards Masterpost #Grindeldore fic rec #As in I gently hand you my work and ask you to be kind to it #I hope this brings some of you joy.

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The Messenger Raven

Warning: discussion of minor character death/sickness, implied homophobia, please let me know if I should add anything here

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Karl's heart nearly beat out of his chest as he skid past the door to his room. The few seconds it took to get the door open felt like an eternity. His breath was ragged. His eyes blurred. Telling himself that this all had to be a dream did nothing. He'd hit his hip on a table in his rush to get away and the very real pain made denial an impossible venture.

He'd been free. He had been so free but now they had found him. How did they find him? They couldn't have- shouldn't have been able to find him in the middle of nowhere.

He wracked his brain for any mistakes or slip ups he'd made. His mind brought up a blank. It was impossible to tell if that meant he didn't make a mistake or if he just couldn't think over the never ending chant in his brain of "It's over".

Knock knock

Karl stared. It could be John. It could be Mason or Jack.

But it could also be Him.

When Thompson had announced that his dad had arrived in town for an unexpected visit, Karl had been excited to meet the man. He'd met more than a few people with the last name Thompson over the years and all had been fairly pleasant company. Anyone related to the dear sheriff was sure to be interesting. He hadn't been expecting to recognize them.

His parents had hired a variety of people to do some less than legal jobs over the years but only one had consistently delivered results. A favorite of his parents. They had even housed his family for a short time. He'd been afraid of the so called "Angle of Death" but had warmed up after they had taught him how to befriend the local crows. Specialized in finding and hunting down a variety of people. Business men, socialites, critics. The distinctive green shawl, painted leather hat, and sleek black wings couldn't belong to anyone else.

"This is my dad, Philza Thompson."

"Please," he'd said while shaking John's hand, "just call me Phil."

Knock knock knock

"Hello," Karl choked out weakly. More of a question than an invitation.

Phil opened the door softly yet the creek seemed to echo through the room like a gun shot.

"Hello Jacobson," he greeted softly. The name felt like a punch to the gut to hear after so long. "You ran off before I could say that downstairs."

Karl shakily lowered himself into his chair while his legs started to feel like jello. Everything felt like it was happening too fast and too slow all at once.

"Don't-" a wobbly breath to compose himself "Don't call me that."

"Oh, okay then. You're still called Carl though right? That's what-"

"It's Karl- I spell it with a K now. Not a C."

"That's great to hear."

Silence hangs heavy in the air for what feels like hours. Maybe it is hours. It's hard to tell through the tears.

"How-" Karl can barely find the courage to ask but he has to know, "How did they find me?"

Phil smiles weakly and shuts the door behind himself. Probably to keep other people out. It feels too much like being trapped in.

"You sent Wilbur a letter." he explains gently, like he's trying to sooth a distressed child, "A new staff member was in charge of delivering mail and got confused. He gave it to the head of staff who informed your parents. The return address was written in a different handwriting. It was likely added by your post office attendant."

"Micheal. Our mail carrier is named Micheal." Karl mutters. "He's married to a chicken."

He remembers that day. In such a panic to get to work on time. He should have stayed. Should have made sure to tell him not to add the address. Should have said anything.

"Your parents read the letter." Phil continues after the silence takes over again. "They were- They said they were worried by the lack of women in town."

Karl has a sinking feeling he knows where this is going.

"They, um," Phil stumbles over his words here, trying to phrase something correctly. He settles on, "Congratulations on your engagement."

"Thank you," he replies numbly while the years of etiquette classes come back all at once. Hollow script rolls off his tongue while a blank brilliant smile slides onto his face. "I'm sure she's nice."

"I don't know who you're engaged to but I'm supposed to bring you back for the wedding on Wednesday."

"It's-" it takes a moment for him to remember anything other than the swarming thoughts in his brain, "It's Saturday."

Phil nods.

"Why?"

Karl knows there are a lot of questions that he could ask that start with that but to pick any direction would require a calmer mind.

Phil wilts at the question. It's as if he ages ten years in a matter of moments. His eyes are sunken and tired. His wings are far messier than Karl can ever remember them being. Little cuts and loose thread are visible along the edges of his clothes.

"Kristen, you remember my wife, right? Well, she's very sick. I've been wanting to move away from this line of work for a while now but I couldn't. Not with the medical bills that high."

"But, I've been saving up and with the boys old enough to work, I would have just needed to finish a handful more jobs to be free. Then, your letter showed up and-"

Karl can't tell if a laugh or sob spills out of his throat. He can remember from the little he overheard over the years, what his parents would pay Phil. He knows what the value of money is to people now. Just a handful can make a difference to some people.

He should be fighting back. It occurs to him. He should be yelling and pushing and telling Phil that he promised himself that he would never return to that household for the rest of his life and he's going to keep it. He should say that. He should really say that.

"When do we leave?"

Funny, his parents aren't even here and yet the moment they snap their fingers, he's back to their side like an obedient dog.

"I figure we could leave Sunday night. So you have time to get everything in order."

"Oh."

"Karl, you-"

Knock Knock Knock

"Hey Karl," John calls through the door, "Have you seen Phil? The bandits just showed up and they want to meet him."

Phil is over in the blink of an eye and stretching his wings out to block the view to the room. He waves John off easily, claiming to have been giving Karl advice on writing winged characters.

"I'll leave you two to it then," John replies and Karl can hear the fond smile in his voice as he calls out, "as long as he remembers to come down and eat sometime tonight."

"In a bit," he calls back. He doesn't even have to try and sound distant.

John and Phil chatter quietly, about what Karl can't even tell, and soon John is trotting back to the bar. The room returns to silence once again. The silence seems louder this time, somehow.

"So-"

"Get out."

"... okay."

"And say hi to Mason and Jack for me."

"Of course. See you tomorrow."

The door closes softly and the silence is deafeningly loud. Karl sits and watches the light from his window slide across the wall and shrink as the sun sets. It's not until the light finally disappears from the wall that he finally convinces himself to move. He has to settle some things. Who's going to take care of Biscuit and Mitten, what things would his parents immediately throw out on sight, what he can hide or pass off as valuable. He needs to write a general letter to explain to everyone where he's gone. He needs to write individual letters about how much he's going to miss everyone.

He's going home. He does not want to go. But he prepares for the trip anyway. He'd prefer to meet his- his bride before they got married anyhow.

"I'm going home," he croaks into the empty air. A single tear rolls down his cheek as he sobs out as quietly as he can. "I'm going home."

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:D Welcome to the Plot! I've been waiting to start off this part of the story since I created this AU. Very excited to keep writing! Sorry for going dark for so long. Between finishing the freshman year of college and coming home to a house under renovation, life has been hectic. I hope you enjoy these next couple stories. Once I write them. I have a lot of free time right now so hopefully I can get through a couple of these before break is over.

So, who's ready to leave Lazarus? :)

#tales from the smp #tftsmp #tftsmp wild west #karl jacobs #tftsmp john john #tftsmp Philza #writings from lazarus

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