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fangisms · 6 months

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A/N: something ab writing for an angry hufflepuff really saved my soul. she is SO valid. maybe i’m her. (also this song eats away at my brain, so i had to write ab it… naturally) gif creds: @frodo-sam

Pairings: Cedric Diggory x Fem!Grumpy!Hufflepuff!Reader

Summary: Well, he’s not the toughest hickory that your axe has ever felled // But he’s a hickory just as well 1.5k words

Warnings: fluff, cursing, two idiots very much in love, pining, angry hufflepuff, dumb/embarassed reader (lovingly), golden retriever cedric, quidditch injury mention

How could you look so beautiful drenched by the pouring rain, hovering ten meters in the air, goggles suctioned to your face, barking orders at the rest of the team like a drill sergeant? It’d always make him wonder. And midgame, that’s a silly thing to do. Which is exactly why he’s doing it.

You’re the angriest girl Cedric’s ever met. World class beater and a great captain, but you’ve got serious anger issues. The guys have started calling you boxer because you’re always on the verge of a scrap. Cedric has seen you chew out almost every position on the team. Except him. You’ve never yelled at him, you barely even look in his direction on a good day. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, he wants you to yell at him.

Well, not entirely inexplicable. Now would be the best time to mention he’s got a huge crush on you. In fact, he’s had a crush on you since you became team captain. You’ve always been pretty, but something about the title and the power really commanded his attention.

Which is precisely why he needs you to yell at him. He craves it. He’s been waiting all year for you to tell him he’s an idiot and that he’s doing everything wrong. But you won’t. And desperate times call for very desperate measures.

He’s barely dodging bludgers, not even trying for the snitch, doing party tricks in front of the stands, anything for you to glance his way. And then he goes and gets knocked off his broom. Luckily, he wasn’t too high in the air and he wasn’t flying too fast. The worst that happened was he got the wind knocked out of him. The best? You marching toward him like a sicced dog.

You kneel at his side, goggles loose around your neck as you coo, “are you okay?”

What? No, this is all wrong, you’re supposed to call him stupid, say that next time he’s off the team. Not ask if he’s okay.

Cedric nods and you help him sit up, signalling to the stadium that he’s alright. A cheer rips through the crowd.

“Can you play?” you huff, patting his back softly. He’s got butterflies.

“Yeah,” he says. When you get him on his feet, he almost wishes you won’t let go. And he suddenly remembers you’re much prettier up close, and his heart nearly gives out.

“Good sport, Diggory,” you tease, hopping back on your broom, “Back to work!”

It’d take a brain injury to get your attention.

The game goes off without a hitch: Cedric goes back to actually trying for the snitch and wins Hufflepuff the game. He’s a little disappointed he hsan’t given you anything else to be upset about. So once the celebration is over, he catches you outside of the locker rooms.

“Why didn’t you get mad at me?” Cedric asks, jogging to catch you as you head back towards the dorms. You don’t respond, but he’s sure you heard him. So he nudges your shoulder. “Come on, boxer, I’ve seen you angry, I’m prepared.”

You stop dead in your tracks, and he slows to a stop just behind you. Then you turn to face him, and he’s never seen your glare so intense.

“Listen, Diggory, you’re smart, you’ve got talent, and I trust you to perform well on this team. So I can’t for the life of me understand why you go out on that field just to dick around.”

You’re serious. Not angry, just serious. You’ve got this calm and collected tone that drives him absolutely up-the-wall insane. But he wants you to yell.

“You have plenty of adoring fans tracking your every move, you don’t have to pull dumb shit to get people to like you. You could’ve gotten yourself hurt or killed, understand? So I advise you put your team and your safety before your reputation,” you say, storming off with your bag slung over your shoulder.

And it gets him kind of worked up because obviously, he wouldn’t have done any of it if it weren’t for you. You and your stupidly selective anger issues. And your stupid smile.

“Hold on,” he hollers, still half drunk on the idea of being subject to your rage, “you think I don’t put this team at the top of all of my lists? Clearly, I love this stupid sport or I wouldn’t put so much damn time and effort into it!”

“If you love this sport, act like it.” Your jaw ticks before you march through the doorway, leaving him flustered in the mist of the courtyard.

…

He’s giving it one last go. If you won’t get angry with him, maybe he ought to just confess his feelings outright. This feels like the most rational he’s ever been. He even combed his hair extra carefully in hopes of you noticing.

Your friends quiet down when he approaches you in the mess hall, small flower pinched between his fingers, grin plastered across his face. You look a little annoyed but he’s pretty sure it’s just shock. And suddenly it feels like grade school when they all burst into giggles.

“This is for you—”

“Diggory.”

He cocks a brow. “Yeah?”

You grab the sleeve of his robes and drag him out into the hall, near slamming him into the stone wall. So much for his combed hair.

“What was that back there?” you hiss, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Well. I brought you a flower. It’s from the field—”

“I can see that!”—you’re frenzied searhcing for any possible explanation other than he has a head injury from falling—“Explain to me why.”

He looks confused and presents the flower again.“Isn’t it obvious?”

You look down at the flower. It’s small and white and looks so delicate in his hand. And you look at him. You suppose his pupils are a little extra dilated. “Are you poisoned? Or drunk?”

“No!”

You finally let go of him to gesture wildly. “Then what, Cedric—Merlin’s beard—What???”

“I brought you a flower,” he coos, tilting his head. You press two fingers to the bridge of your nose.

“Yeah, I got that part—”

“Hold on—hasn’t anyone ever given you something nice because… they like you?” Cedric hums, shuffling closer to you. Your eyes are glued to the tiny flower, but you won’t take it. Then you glare up at him.

“Is this a joke? Did the twins put you up to it?”

“No, just take the flower! I like you!” He sounds dastardly jovial, taking your wrist in one hand and presisng the flower to your palm with the other.

“What?” you scoff. Still staring down at the flower, making him wish his face was made of them so you’d look at him like that.

“Yeah,” he sighs.

And then you look at him. In the eyes. Perplexed, brows knitted, but you’re looking right at him and he could faint. Maybe it is a head injury.

“But I’m not… I’m not like…”

“Like what?” he asks.

“Well, it’s just—I’m confused because… you like pretty girls, and I’m not… that’s not what I do—am. What I am.”

“You’ve got to be joking,” he huffs.

“Cho is pretty,” you state.

“You’re pretty.”

“No, Cedric, I play quidditch. If I was pretty, I’d have a boyfriend,” you reason, shrugging your shoulders and giving him a real run for his money.

“And those things are connected… how?”

You scoff and relax a little when he puts his hands on his hips. So what if he’s incredibly handsome. So what if your friends want to see you together. So what if he’s the one person you don’t want to rip to shreds. It’s not like any of that matters. Right?

“It makes sense!” you say.

“No, it doesn’t. Can I be your boyfriend?”

“Diggory, don’t—”

“Is that a no?”

“Well, no! But you’re being rash! You’ll change your mind, and you’ll want your flower back!”

He shakes his head. “No. I gave you a flower because I think you’re very wonderful and very beautiful and I want to be your boyfriend.”

“But…”—he’s very amused by the fact that he’s made you flustered—“I sweat a lot!”

“So do I,” he chuckles, “we do play quidditch together, I hope you know.”

“Okay, okay, fine. We… argue!” you chirp.

“And you’re almost always right! Problem solved,” he says, “Now, would you be my girlfriend or do I have to get down on my knees?”

“No! I mean, yes! No, no, no knees, just… yes. I will be your girlfriend.”

Cedric smirks, taking the flower from your still open palm and tucking it behind your ear. Yesterday, he could barely say hello to you, and now he’s pulling you closer and tilting your chin up. His heart flutters when you palm his waist, and you smile when he leans a little closer.

“Are you going to kiss me?” you hum. He chuckles.

“Only if you’d like.”

You roll your eyes and smile. “Naturally.”

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incorrect-trolls-imagines · 5 months

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PART TWO OF THE ANGST SCENARIOS, LET'S GOOO!!! @itzninacottoncandyuwu

PART ONE

I'm kinda mixing this one and the idea of reader fainting suddenly ayyee

♥️🖤💙 Partner Squad x Overworked!Y/N ♥️🖤💙

💞 As a whole 💞

💞 After you come back home looking more than just worse for wear and you pass out the second you decide to take a quick seat, everyone is immediately concerned for you.

💞 You'd been constantly overworking yourself for days now, refusing to take a proper rest, refusing help from everyone and pushing yourself more and more everyday until it was too much for your body and there you are now. Sprawled on the couch, snoring and with hesvy bags under your eyes.

💞 When you wake back up again, tucked in bed, you already know you're in for a lecture from them or something.

💞 Yeah, you get Super Lectured. It's not fun.

💞 Simply put, all of them are mortified for you but there's also a constant I Told You So vibe to them once they start to practically force some chill pills down your throat.

♥️ Barb ♥️

♥️ After that little incident, she's always pulling you into whatever leisure activity she's got going on. No, she doesn't care you're not into her sea glass collection, you're going to sit down and relax, dammit.

♥️ He's kinda rough on her approach but that's just because she worries a lot about you and it was your stubbornness that got you all overworked in the first place.

♥️ She'll offer some help here and there to make whatever load you're struggling with easier, but she prefers the angle where she helps you wind down after a hard day's work.

🩵 Branch 🩵

🩵 This man is just as overworked as you are but that doesn't matter right now, Y/N, you literally dropped into that couch like Peter Griffin and passed out.

🩵 He won't even ask you if you want some help after that, nah. He'll force his way into whatever it was that got you this stressed out and tired and help, wherever you want it or not.

🩵 He'll kinda end up overworking himself with helping you not get overworked and then it's your turn to call him out.

🧡 Hickory 🧡

🧡 Out of the whole polycule, he's the best suited to deal with this situation.

🧡 He knows the best way to help you out is not forcing yourself to relax or forcing his help into your business, but rather he'll help you to find the balance yourself.

🧡 He'll do little gestures or leave little post-it notes around to remind you to take a break from time to time and they'll work everytime (specially when he draws little doodles of what's supposed to be himself going “👍”).

🩷 Poppy 🩷

🩷 She becomes a little of a mother hen and she'll be constantly asking you if you're tired or if you need any help. And when I say constantly, I mean constantly. It's kinda a lot, but she'll stop after the first time you tell her to chill.

🩷 She'll feel bad if you're overworking yourself over anything related to her; if you're helping her around Pop Village or anything like that, she'll immediately find someone else to take your place.

🩷 She won't say to your face “hey, maybe you should sit down”, but she'll be making small comments and jokes about that. A lot of them. It's almost kinda passive aggressive??? You know she means well and her heart is in the right place, but you also tell her to chill with that too.

💚 Tresillo 💚

💚 After Hick, Tresillo is the best next candidate to help you figure this stuff out. You're a grown adult and he knows you're capable enough to find a balance between Relaxation Times and Working Times.

💚 He's got a more direct approach and he'll straight up tell you whatever advice he can think of at the first sign of you starting to stress yourself out.

💚 His advice can go from very insightful and philosophical words that turn your way of thinking upside down to literally just “babe, stop and take a good look at those clouds, ain't they pretty?”

💙 Trollex 💙

💙 He doesn't look like it, but this guy over here can sometimes overwork himself right out to the point of having to take entire days to recover. But heavens forbid you even think about doing something like that, heck no.

💙 You've got responsibilities too, but those are never important enough to risk your health to the point that you can't stay awake anymore, that's simply not cool.

💙 He's more focused on keeping an eye on your sleeping schedule and making sure you're actually taking breaks from time to time everyday. Like, he'll be literally watching from around the corner like a cat and stuff.

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ranjith11 · 10 months

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Hickory Wind | A Tribute to the Byrds | Christian Parker

Experience the timeless beauty of 'Hickory Wind,' an iconic song by The Byrds. Immerse yourself in the heartfelt lyrics and soulful melodies of this melancholic country ballad that has touched the hearts of music lovers for decades. Let the enchanting covers of classic Byrds songs transport you to a bygone era of timeless melodies and captivating harmonies.

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themaladpativedaydreamer · 6 months

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My Personal Cheerleader

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x Male Reader Genre: Smut (18+) Request: Hi, I don't know if you have time, but I was wondering if you could do another Stefan Salvatore smut? Your first one was hot and I don't know maybe a football one? Or something. Requested by: @supercap2319 A/N: I hope you enjoy it!

“I’d rather slam my tongue in a car door.” Y/n’s words cause Stefan’s eyes to roll as he follows the witch through the somewhat bustling Mystic Falls High School passages. “Come on, I completely forgot I was part of the team and now they need me for their upcoming game.” Stefan tried to reason from behind Y/n as the vampire's eyes focused on him. “I don’t see how that’s my problem. Elena is the one who encouraged you to join.” Y/n argues back, stopping at his locker.

“You know things are complicated between us.” Y/n’s eyes roll at these words as he opens his locker. “Again, not my problem.” Stefan sighs at Y/n’s words and leans closer to him, pulling Y/n’s focus from his locker to the blonde vampire. “Please, just do this for me. I need you there.” Stefan pleads with a soft gaze at Y/n, causing the witch’s heart to speed up when his eyes connected with Stefan’s. “Fine…” Y/n relented with an annoyed sigh. “... but you owe me.” Y/n emphasised poking Stefan’s chest. “Anything you want.” Stefan smiled in return.

That’s how Y/n was where he is currently: standing on the Mystic Falls High bleachers sandwiched between supporters. Grunts of encouragement and advice spew from the mouths of the spectators as they watch the game progress. Y/n stood with his arms crossed and his eyes trained on Stefan. He noticed how the vampire would every once in a while direct his gaze to where he was on the stands, and each time Stefan saw Y/n smiling back at him.

The game eventually came to an end with Mystic Falls High coming out as the victors. Y/n searched the field of celebrations for Stefan only to come up short. “Hickory pickery, hickory pickery, where did this boy go? Did he go east? Did he go west or where the sun sets? Hickory pickery, hickory pickery.” Y/n’s spell takes effect when he feels the breeze of the evening wind blow in the direction of the locker room.

“Stefan?” Y/n’s voice echoes throughout the locker room as he enters the empty room, majority of the football players had gone straight to the after-party. “Hey, you.” Stefan steps out from behind a row of lockers, shirtless while the lower half of his football gear still rests on his body. Y/n turns away at the sight of a shirtless Stefan, blushing at the sight of his handsome figure.

Stefan chuckles softly, approaching Y/n’s back before placing his hands on the witch’s shoulders and turning him around to face him. Y/n felt his breath escape his mouth as he, now, looked up at Stefan while his clothed chest pressed against Stefan’s bare one. “You did so well today…” Stefan mutters softly staring into Y/n’s eyes, while the witch looks back at him with a small smile. “My own personal cheerleader.” Stefan’s arm snakes around Y/n’s waist, pulling him closer,

“I think I want to cash in my favour right now.” Stefan smirks at Y/n’s words bringing his face closer to his and pressing a kiss on his lips. Y/n felt dazed at the feeling of Stefan’s lips on his, blood drained from his head and coursed through his body. Y/n leaned his body closer to Stefan’s, kissing the vampire back, and resting his hands on Stefan’s bare shoulders.

Stefan’s hands lower to Y/n’s thighs, caressing his ass on the way there before lifting the witch into his arms. The vampire smiles at the sound of Y/n’s small gasp. “Adorable.” Y/n feels Stefan’s breath on his neck before he is suddenly gently slammed against a locker. A moan escapes Y/n’s mouth as he feels Stefan’s lips start kissing down his neck. Stefan’s fangs bite down on Y/n’s neck, enough to darken his skin, while his hands start to undress Y/n.

“Stefan…” Y/n moans softly letting Stefan remove his shirt, once shirtless he wraps his arms around Stefan’s neck. Stefan’s lips continue to trail down Y/n’s body before he speeds Y/n onto a bench, pushing the witch to lie down on his back. Y/n felt Stefan’s lips sensually kiss down his body while Stefan’s hand gripped at Y/n’s, now hard, cock through his pants. “Someone is excited.” Stefan teased as he unbuttoned and slowly removed Y/n’s pants and underwear at the same time freeing Y/n’s erection.

“Just relax.” Stefan mutters as his warm hand wraps around Y/n’s cock while pressing soft kisses on Y/n’s thighs, Stefan knew he was doing the right thing when he heard Y/n’s soft moans and how the witch would shift in pleasure. Stefan moved his hand up and down Y/n’s member, teasing it a bit, before moving to his balls massaging them for a moment. Y/n’s mouth hung open as his back slightly arched before he saw Stefan’s face move closer to him and kiss him passionately.

“Keep your boots on…” Y/n requested as Stefan stripped his football pants off, leaving him in a jockstrap and boots. “For you, anything.” Stefan smiled at the witch before positioning his clothed hard dick over Y/n’s face while leaning down to take Y/n’s cock in his mouth. “Ah…” Y/n moaned at the sensation of his cock in Stefan’s mouth. He felt Stefan’s saliva coating his cock while the vampire’s tongue swirled around the cock as Stefan’s lips wrapped around the skin of Y/n’s cock jerking it by moving his head up and down.

Y/n’s fingers worked at pulling down Stefan’s jockstrap, freeing Stefan’s above-average cock from the fabric constraints. Stefan moaned on Y/n’s cock when he felt the witch’s hand slowly jerk his hard member. “Fuck, yes…” Stefan’s mouth popped off the cock in his hands when he felt his cock enter Y/n’s mouth. Y/n had no control over the way Stefan’s cock would move in his mouth. Stefan’s hips slowly thrust back and forth into Y/n’s mouth while Stefan’s fingers tease Y/n’s hole.

“You’re doing so well, Y/n.” Stefan smiles down at his hand gripping the back of Y/n’s head as he controls the witch’s head sucking his cock. Stefan thrusts his wet finger deeper into Y/n’s hole, the two fingers spread and prep the witch for Stefan’s cock. Y/n could feel the tingly sensation course through his body in response to Stefan’s fingers. “Oh yes…” Stefan’s moan fills Y/n with more confidence as he takes Stefan’s cock deeper in his mouth, his pre-cum drips onto the back of Y/n’s throat.

Y/n’s gaze is focused up at Stefan as his leg is draped over the vampire’s shoulder and his other leg, also, being held by Stefan, exposing the witch’s hole. Stefan’s cock teases Y/n’s entrance before slowly pushing him causing Y/n to arch his back. “That’s it.” Stefan soothes as he pushes his entire cock into Y/n and hovers over him. Y/n’s chest rises and falls as he adjusts to the feeling of Stefan’s cock in him. “You can move…” Y/n’s voice sounds after a moment, prompting Stefan to kiss him before starting to pull his cock back and push it deep into Y/n over and over again.

Y/n’s moans echo throughout the locker room as his knees buckle while he stands with his legs spread apart, leaning on the lockers for support, as Stefan thrusts into him. The sound of skin slapping becomes louder as Stefan continues, his motivation being Y/n’s pleasure, he pushes Y/n closer into the lockers. “How do you feel, Y/n?” Stefan’s voice huskily sounds in Y/n’s ear.

“So… good.” Y/n shyly moans as he sits on Stefan’s cock, his hole surrounding it. Stefan’s hands grip Y/n’s hips as he allows the witch to move up and down on his cock at his own pace. Stefan moans loudly as he feels Y/n’s hole clench tighter around his cock, while he strokes Y/n’s cock. “Stefan, I’m…” Y/n doesn’t finish his sentence as he feels Stefan’s hard cock press against his spot, causing him to moan loudly.

“Cum for me, Y/n.” Stefan commands as he thrusts his cock into Y/n, occasionally hitting Y/n’s spot. Y/n’s breathing becomes ragged. His moans slip out of his mouth faster as his cum spills out of his throbbing cock staining his chest as well as Stefan’s hand and his chest. “That’s it, Y/n. So good for me.” Stefan’s deep voice leaves Y/n pleased with himself.

Stefan’s thrusts become start speeding up as he fucks Y/n from behind, holding the witch close “Stefan, please…”. Y/n can feel Stefan’s cock start to throb at his encouragement. Y/n feels Stefan press kisses on his neck eventually reaching his mouth and as they kiss Stefan continues to fuck Y/n until he moans deeply and cum rushes out of his cock and fills Y/n’s. “Mmm, a reward for my personal cheerleader,” Stefan sighs as he pulls his cock out of Y/n’s hole. Y//n pants tiredly as he feels Stefan’s warm load fill him up and slowly drip out of his hole, leaking onto his thigh.

After a shower, Y/n and Stefan walked out of the locker room hand in hand. “Things aren’t complicated between you and Elena, are they?” Y/n questions curiously, considering what just happened. “No, I just wanted you…” Stefan starts, kissing Y/n on the cheek. “And now, I have you.” The vampire smiles down at the witch, pulling Y/n into his arms. “You look so sexy in my jersey.” Stefan whispers to Y/n, as they head to the falls to join the afterparty.

#x male reader #stefan salvatore x male reader #stefan salvatore #tvd x male reader #tvd x malereader #tvd #the vampire diaries #request

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alast4r · 2 months

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𝙇ᡣ𐭩𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠

“𝓖𝓸𝓭 𝓘'𝓶 𝓼𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴...”

It killed me, the floorboards creaking, the deathly silence when I was all alone. All I wish is for your presence, why was this happening to me? It wasn't likely for me to do. All it took was three nights and I fell for you, those lovely November days haunting me for good. The golden rays of the sun falling onto your skin as my hair got caught in such wind, overhearing a nearby choir playing such a melancholic melody. But now, I wake up in the morning you'd be gone. Mourning, trying to hold on to the memories of your lips, the sweet taste. What have you done to me?

Chapter 1

As she paused for a fleeting moment, her gaze was drawn to a strikingly handsome man who had quietly approached her. His tall, slender frame exuded a certain elegance, his side-swept hickory brown hair adding to his charm. But it was his captivating crimson red eyes and his cunningly keen smile that truly captured her attention."Hello, dear," he greeted with a polite smile, extending his hand toward her. "I apologize for this unexpected encounter, but I noticed you left your clip on the table at the cafe earlier." In his outstretched hand was her forgotten hair clip, a small but thoughtful gesture that caught her off guard. "Thank you, I hadn't realized I had left it behind," she replied, taking the clip back with a hint of surprise in her voice. As her hand brushed against his, she felt an unusual sensation—a fluttering in her chest, a rush of warmth, and something else she couldn't quite place. The mention of the cafe triggered a memory, and she suddenly recalled a sense of being watched earlier. Curiosity piqued, she couldn't resist asking, "Excuse me, were you the one who kept looking at me while I was there? I felt someone's eyes on me for quite some time, but it stopped when I left. He paused for a moment before responding, a small chuckle escaping his lips. “I apologize if my admiration made you uncomfortable. I simply couldn't help but admire such beauty.” With a gentle touch, he took the clip from her and secured it back in her hair, tucking a stray strand behind her ear in a gesture that sent a shiver down her spine.“I know this may seem too forward, but may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"”he inquired, his gaze steady and sincere. After a moment's hesitation, she shared her name, and he took her hand, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles before gracefully stepping away, “What a lovely name, then until we meet again..” Leaving her in a state of bewilderment. As she watched him walk away, she couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions—flattered, intrigued, and slightly dazed. With a deep breath, she continued on her walk, the encounter lingering in her thoughts.

As you made your way through the bustling streets, your mind wandered back to the encounter earlier that day. The man's unexpected appearance had left you both bewildered and intrigued. Yet, as the reality of the situation settled in, you shook your head, dismissing it as frivolous nonsense. Marrying a man you had just met was out of the question. With a determined sigh, you refocused your thoughts on your own affairs and continued on your way. An hour later, you found yourself standing before the grand opera house. Just as you were about to enter, a sudden gust of wind blew, catching your hair and causing you to open your eyes. And there he was, the man from earlier, standing before you with the sunlight casting a golden glow upon his skin, dazzling you once more.

With a smile, he greeted you, "Well, I was feeling impatient to see you again, my dear, but I'm surprised to find you here again!" You stumbled over your words, flustered by his sudden appearance. "Ah, what a surprise to see you..." you managed to stammer out, realizing that you had never learned his name during your previous encounter. "I'm sorry, but it seems I never caught your name earlier," you said, hoping he would offer it this time. He laughed, a melodious sound that seemed to dance on the air. "Hah! Well, I don't recall throwing it, my dear!" he replied in a joking manner, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Sensing your slight confusion, he gently placed a hand on your cheek, causing you to smile. "Now, now, don't frown just because of a joke, my dear. It's Alastor." The name sounded odd to you, as you had only ever heard of the name "Alistair" before. However, you found it strangely captivating. "So, Alastor, are you here to watch the opera as well?" you inquired, trying to regain your composure. He nodded, confirming your assumption, and then casually draped an arm over your shoulder. "How about we go watch it together, Mon Cherie?" he suggested, his offer made without a hint of hesitation. Surprised by your own actions, you found yourself accepting his offer without hesitation. Why were you acting this way? Why were you allowing a man you had just met to touch you so casually? It was unlike you, but there was something about Alastor that drew you in. As you took your seats, you couldn't help but notice the whispers and murmurs around you. Alastor seemed to be a figure of interest, though you couldn't quite place why. As the choir began to sing, their voices filling the opera house with a hauntingly beautiful melody. The melody was melancholic, weaving through the air with a bittersweet grace that tugged at the heartstrings. It started with a soft, mournful violin solo, its notes lingering in the air like the echoes of a distant memory. The piano joined in, adding a haunting depth to the piece, its somber chords resonating with a sense of longing and nostalgia. As the choir's voices rose, the melody swelled, filling the opera house with a sense of sorrow and beauty intertwined. The harmonies were rich and poignant, carrying the listener on a journey through sadness and solace. Each note seemed to linger, hanging in the air like the delicate threads of a spider's web, fragile yet enduring. Overall, the melody was a masterpiece of emotion, evoking feelings of loss, yearning, and hope all at once. It was a testament to the power of music to touch the soul and stir the heart, leaving a lasting impression long after the final note had faded away. You found yourself captivated by the music, your heart swelling with emotion. Glancing at Alastor, you caught a glimpse of a smirk playing on his lips, as if he knew the effect the music was having on you.

As the day drew to a close, Alastor bid you farewell with a genteel charm that left you feeling both flattered and pleasantly amused. "May our paths cross again, my dear," he offered, his tone carrying a subtle warmth that lingered in the evening air. Your response was equally lighthearted, a chuckle accompanying your words as you echoed his sentiment. "I too hope for our paths to intertwine once more, Alastor." With a wave goodbye, you turned to walk away, a sense of joy and intrigue following you like a gentle breeze, his parting words seeming to linger in the air around you as you made your way home.

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