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ggukiepie · 6 months

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the agreement (drabble i)

pairing: jungkook x fem. oc

tags: smut, fluff, college!au, fuckboy!jk, this is a flashback !!!! how it all began for our ooyg couple <3, mentions of cheating (brief)

warnings: kissing, fingering, a lil bit of breast play, protected sex, missionary, oral, multiple orgasms

word count: 5k

a/n: surprise !!! wrote this way long ago, here we get a glimpse of oc and jk's dynamic as friends <33 enjoy ! can be read as a standalone / part 1 / part 2

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Jihyo forced all of you to have a picnic—to sit on the grass and not at some table like you all usually do. Especially since midterms just ended. Said everyone needs a little breather, some change of scenery. She assigned things to bring. Said she wants to have a picnic for the vibes. Or the aesthetic. You're not really sure but you comply nonetheless (and Mingyu threatened all of you to bring the stuff you're assigned to bring, or else you're not allowed in his car anymore). You think she's doing something cutesy like this because you all haven't seen each other in a while, been so swamped with exams and projects to submit.

You're sitting on a red and white picnic blanket—brought by Jihyo of course—enjoying the food brought by Jimin and Jungkook. It's just take out, really, but it's the effort those two boys did that make it a little special. You're in charge of the dessert and you can't wait to eat the cookies you baked.

You're wearing a dress to complete the vibes, one with a floral design and a sweetheart neckline. It doesn't really differ from your usual outfits but you don't mind. You feel the sun shining down on your shoulders as you're listening to Jungkook and Mingyu bicker about who's turn it is to wash the dishes.

"Stop fighting!" Jihyo finally says as the two start picking the pepperoni off the pizza and are chucking it at each other. Jihyo's not really mad because you can see she's trying not to smile, not to laugh, too enamored with Mingyu. They recently had just gotten together so they're still in the honeymoon stage. But you think they're endgame and will be like that forever. You wish you had a love like that. You're not looking for it now though, you know it'll come at the right time.

What stops Mingyu and Jungkook bickering is Jimin shouting that it's time for dessert. You laugh at your friends as they all make a grab for the tupperwares where your baked goodies are. You make good cookies. It's one thing you're proud of. You've made enough for everyone so you remind them of that. Still, it doesn't stop Jungkook and Jihyo from fighting over the last cookie. You only have a small piece for yourself. You have some extra back at your place, for you and for a certain someone who always asks for extra.

"You have more right?" Jungkook whispers from beside you. The others are busy eating and chatting away so they don't hear you both.

You smile and nod your head, too shy to say anything. You've always been like that with Jungkook—shy and speechless. Caught off guard. Even though you've been friends for a year and he's been nothing but nice to you. It's just the natural charm he has, which is why he has a lot of girls falling for him. You get them, even though you don't feel the same way.

Jungkook and you aren't as close as he is with Mingyu. But you're close enough that it's not weird to walk to class with him alone, or to grab coffee together before meeting up with your other friends.

Or for him to follow you right back to your apartment, trailing behind you like a puppy because he wants some cookies to take home.

"You going to the party later?" Jungkook asks as you're putting cookies in a ziplock bag.

"Mhm," you hum. "Not like I got a choice. Jimin said we all had to go or he'll leave the group chat."

Jungkook laughs with you. Jimin is dramatic like that but you both know he never means his threats.

"I can pick you up? I'll be in the area later anyway."

You laugh and roll your eyes at him. "Got another date, huh?"

Jungkook has the audacity to look shy, hand coming to scratch the back of his neck as he thinks of what to say.

"You know I don't date. But yeah, got some thing with some girl. She's in that English class we have together."

You hum in acknowledgment. You don't know which girl he's talking about but it's typical of Jungkook to say something of the sort. You all know he doesn't date. Doesn't believe in love or whatever. You're not really sure. But that's Jungkook and you all love him nonetheless. He's caring and observant, always looking out for his friends, but every boy must have a flaw.

His is not believing in love. You think it's a flaw because you do believe in love and believe that everyone is supposed to experience it. Not platonic love. Romantic love. Butterflies in your tummy, hand holding. All that shit.

Eventually Jungkook leaves your apartment with a ziplock full of cookies. He hugs you before you go which leaves you a little flustered, even though he says hello and goodbye with a hug always. He's cute, you can't help it.

You clean your apartment the whole afternoon, then study with the remaining time you have left while having dinner at the same time. Jungkook says he'll pick you up at 10pm and he's a pretty punctual person. You have an hour to get ready and you do just that. You think you've worn too many floral dresses this week so you change it up a bit by wearing jeans and a cute flowy top. It's still you, so you're happy.

You hear a knock on the door and open it right away, getting a little breathless at the sight in front of you. Jungkook's in all black, as usual, and he unbuttoned his polo almost halfway so you get a good view of his chest.

"Hi," he greets, leaning in automatically to hug you. He smells like fresh laundry with a hint of vanilla perfume. It's probably from the girl he was with earlier.

"Hey," you greet back.

"Ready to go?" he asks. You nod your head and lock your door. You notice him looking you up and down so you furrow your brows, suddenly conscious with what you're wearing.

"Is there something wrong, Kook?"

Jungkook seems to snap out of whatever thought he's in as he shakes his head. "No," he laughs. "Just noticed you're not wearing one of your usual dresses."

"Oh," you simply say. You feel your cheeks heating and there's nothing you can do to stop it. "Just wanted something different for tonight."

"It's nice," he says quietly, hands in his pockets as you both make your way to the party. Jungkook switches sides with you on the sidewalk, makes sure he's walking on the outside. It's a sweet gesture. It's something he always does so you're not phased.

The party is in full swing, loud music playing and people are already drunk. Jungkook doesn't leave your side till you see your other friends. You're three shots in when you finally spot Jimin.

"Hi!" Jimin slurs as he makes his way to you and Jungkook, pulling you both in for a hug. He smells like tequila and you can't help but cringe. "You guys are here!"

The three of you take another shot, per Jimin's request, before he drags you to the other side of the house to meet his friends. You lose sight of Jungkook after that. You don't really mind because you're having fun, dancing with Jihyo, playing beer pong with her, Mingyu and Jimin.

The fun lasts till you bump into Eunwoo.

See, you and Eunwoo dated for a while. Probably just for three months. He was such a gentleman, so sweet and caring, that you were absolutely blindsided when he decided to break things off.

It's been a month since then. You're kind of over it, but it's pretty hard to get over a guy like Eunwoo. Still, he walks up to you the moment he spots you in the crowded room. Makes some small talk. Stands too close.

"How are you doing lately?" He has to lean in to speak and you can't help but feel flustered.

"Been okay," you say simply. Don't want to update him about your life anymore. There's not really a point.

"Listen—" he starts to say.

"Babe!"

You take a step back in surprise, the voice is high pitched and shrilly and you don't recognize who it is. A pretty blonde girl walks up to Eunwoo, wraps her arms around his shoulders and plants a big fat kiss on his cheeks.

"Been looking everywhere for you," she purrs.

"Just talking to an old friend," Eunwoo says, and the girl finally looks at you.

"Oh, hi!" she slurs. Can smell the alcohol right off her. "Didn't see you there. My name's Binna, I'm Eunwoos' girlfriend." She sticks her hand out and you shake it, trying not to let your eyebrows raise in surprise. It's the fact she didn't ask for your name which puts you off.

"We've been dating for two months now," she continues to say.

Okay, now your eyebrows raise in surprise. Well. You know what that means and suddenly you can't breathe, chest constricting and hands turning clammy. You say a quick goodbye and run off to the other side of the house. You try to look for a room that's not locked nor occupied.

You and Eunwoo broke up. It's been a month. He's had a girlfriend for two months. Do the math. Do the math. Do the math.

Maybe Jungkook's right. Maybe love isn't real.

"Ugh," you groan, barging into a tiny and dark room. There are washing machines on one side and dryers in another. The silence helps you calm your nerves a little bit.

You weren't that upset over the break up, but now you kinda are. Can't believe you weren't good enough for Eunwoo. Can't believe he cheated on you. Can't believe you didn't notice it. Didn't even have a gut feeling.

"Okay," you say to yourself. "It's okay. Life goes on. He wasn't the one and that's okay." You down the drink you've been holding and cringe at the strongness of the alcohol. Mingyu makes the worst drinks, but it does the job.

Your peace is interrupted when the door to the laundry room suddenly opens, makes a loud sound as it slams against the wall, and in comes Jungkook.

He doesn't see you so he literally crashes into you since he's running inside the room. You would've fallen were it not for his quick reflexes, one hand going around your waist and the other behind your head to save you from bumping into anything.

"What the fuck, Jungkook?" you almost scream.

"What the heck are you doing here?" he says right back.

It's silent for a moment as you both look at each other. Eventually, you roll your eyes and step away from his hold, choosing to lean on one of the washing machines. "Long fucking story."

You watch him as he hops up to sit on one of the dryers. "Well, I've got time."

You look at him weirdly. "Why are you here anyway?"

He shrugs, swings his feet in the air. "Was running away from some girl. She was weird."

You laugh and shake your head. Typical Jungkook.

"And you?" he asks.

You sigh, looking down to pick at a loose thread of your top. "Bumped into Eunwoo. Met his girlfriend. They've been dating for two months."

"Oh," Jungkook breathes out. It's silent for a moment.

One, two, three, four, five, six—

"Oh?" he says again. "But you guys broke up last month?"

You look at him pointedly in reply, too scared to verbalize anything. He gets it though, could see the recognition on his face.

"Do you want me to punch him?"

You scrunch your nose in disgust. "Ew, no. Don't do that, Kook. I don't want to deal with him anymore. No point anyway."

"Cheating sucks," he mumbles. You nod in agreement. "S'why I don't date." It's a little tidbit he shares about himself and you try to mask your surprise. Jungkook doesn't share much about himself.

"Should probably do the same," you joke.

"But you always date," he laughs.

"I do not!"

"It's literally your thing!"

"Dating is not my thing, Jungkook!"

You bicker back and forth for a while, you don't even know what you're both talking about anymore. But laughing with Jungkook eases the heartache in your chest so you don't mind.

"I just think it'd be fun," he explains, "and it'll help you forget about that douchebag. I hope you don't think I'm forcing you. I'm really not," Jungkook explains, a smile gracing his face. "You don't even have to answer me right now. Or—"

"Let's do it," you say, interrupting Jungkook. His eyes widen and it makes you laugh. You don't think you've ever seen him look so caught off guard.

"Are you sure because—"

"Yes, Kook! Need some change in my life. Maybe I shouldn't date for a while. I've never done anything like this before, so I want to try." You nod to yourself in affirmation.

He shrugs at you. "It's just hooking up. No strings attached."

"No strings attached," you repeat. "Just a one time thing," you mumble as Jungkook walks to where you're standing.

"We can say stop anytime, ok?" Jungkook says. His lips are so close to yours that you can feel his breath. "Just tell me."

You nod your head in reply, too speechless and distracted by the fact that his lips are so close to yours. It feels so exhilarating, the thought of almost kissing someone like this. No romantic ties or whatsoever.

"Words, sweetheart."

"Yeah," you breathe out, licking your lips in anticipation.

"You're so cute," he giggles, leaning in even more to nudge his nose against yours.

"You gonna kiss me or what, Kook?" you complain instead, to hide the fluttering feeling of your chest.

"Are you that eager to kiss me?" he teases.

You've never talked to him this close, noses bumping into each other, lips so close you could feel it move when he talks. You don't sleep with people you're not in a relationship with, but you suppose now is a perfect time to do otherwise. Cheating does suck.

Jungkook finally leans in and presses his lips against yours. You shiver at first because the first thing you feel is the coldness of his lip rings. Then you shiver even more because his lips feel so damn soft against yours. You feel his tongue licking your lips, asking in silent permission to let him in, and you do so willingly without any fight in at all.

You hear him grunt against your mouth when you finally tangle your tongue with his, and you yelp in tiny surprise when he grips your waist and effortlessly lifts you up to sit you on the dryer behind. He shuffles between your legs and pushes himself closer to you if that's even possible. His hands start roaming your body—your legs, your waist, your back. You feel hot all over and you pull at his hair to try to ground yourself.

You can't help but pout when he leans back to take a breath of air, and you realize you're breathless as well. Jungkook laughs at your pouting form, mumbling a quiet cute which has you rolling your eyes at him again.

"You're so bratty," he laughs, his hands rubbing up and down your waist mindlessly. "Maybe next time I have to teach you a thing or two about having manners."

"Who says there's going to be a next time?" you joke, but you look Jungkook in the eyes and he looks serious.

It's his turn to roll his eyes. "Come here," he simply says, and you don't fight him anymore as he goes back to kissing you. You feel him tugging at your top. "Can I take this off, pretty?" he asks. You simply nod and he takes it off from you quickly, eyes blowing out at the sight of your bare chest.

"Wow," he breathes out.

"They're just tits, Kook," you simply say, but you can't help but feel your heart racing at the look he's giving you. Like he wants to eat you whole.

"But you have nice tits," he replies back, eyes not leaving your chest. You start getting self conscious all of a sudden, had never had a guy in this position stare at your body for this long. You start bringing your hands up to cover yourself.

"Hey," he tuts, frowning so heavily his cheeks are puffed out. "Don't need to hide. It's just me." He gently brings your hands down and smiles at you, which makes you giggle in return.

"Don't think we can take our time here though," you say after a while. "Has to be quick."

Jungkook nods to himself, picking up your discarded top only to put it back on you. You look at him confusingly. You thought he'd just agree to a quickie given the place you're both in.

"You're right," he says. "We can go to your place?" he asks you.

You're too stunned to speak so you nod your head and hop down from the dryer. Jungkook interlaces his fingers with yours and you both walk back into the party only to leave the house. You try to ignore the stares you're getting, or the people whispering to each other as you and Jungkook pass by them. You're glad you don't bump into your friends.

It's silent as you walk to your apartment, but it isn't awkward. You feel his thumb rubbing your hand in a comforting matter, and it erases all doubts you have in your head. You're just here to have fun.

Eventually you get inside your apartment and you squeal the moment the door closes behind you both, because Jungkook picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. Walks quickly to your bed and drops you on it, kneeling right between your legs.

"Hi," you breathe out.

"Hello to you too," he says with a playful glint in his eye. "Now where were we?"

"We stopped right here," you say, feeling brave all of a sudden as you remove your top and throw the clothing somewhere behind you.

Again, Jungkook stares at your chest and licks his lips. "Right," he whispers. Then he makes eye contact with you and the lust and desire is suddenly gone. "We can stop anytime, okay?" he repeats his statement from earlier. "Like just tell me anytime and—"

"I get it, Kook!" you laugh, moving your leg to nudge his ribs which makes him laugh as well. "I heard you the first time." You continue poking his tummy with your foot.

"Okay, okay!" He grabs your leg to stop it from moving, brings your foot in front of his face. "Even your feet are cute." Then in sheer horror, he places a tiny kiss on your big toe.

"What the fuck!" you scream, trying to get your foot out of his hold but he's too strong. "Do you have a foot fetish or something?" you say through your laughs.

He apologizes but he doesn't look sorry one bit.

"Can we fuck, Jungkook?" you whine.

"Okay!" He smiles at you as he leans over, saying nothing else as he finally kisses you again. His hand slithers up to cup your boob and your back automatically arches in response. Then Jungkook kisses your cheek, down your jaw to your neck, then encloses his lips around your nipple.

"Oh," you moan out. You tug his hair again—it helps keep you sane. "Feels good."

Jungkook continues sucking your nipple, his other hand playing with your neglected breast. "Gonna take the rest of your clothes off, okay?" he says against your skin.

"Please," you whimper.

He smiles at your pliant form. "Seems like you do have some manners."

You're too fucked out already to talk back, just simply watch him as he removes your jeans and underwear. He moves down the bed to be eye level with your cunt and places a gentle kiss on your clit.

"Kook," you whine. "Please."

"Since you asked so nicely," he mumbles. He flattens his tongue and licks from your hole up to your clit, enclosing his lips around your bundle of nerves and he sucks. Hard.

"That feels so good," you breathe out. You don't think a guy has ever given you oral this good. You might even pass out from the intense pleasure you're feeling. You get it now. You get why a lot of girls fall for him. Why a lot want to sleep with him. You don't care that in this moment, you're just like the rest of them.

(Or maybe you're not. Jungkook did say your friendship with him won't change.)

You feel him nibble slightly on your clit and it sends your eyes rolling back, hips meeting his mouth to practically hump his face.

"What the fuck," you moan out just as Jungkook slides one finger inside you, curling it instantly to look for the spot that'll drive you insane.

He finds it right away and you see stars. "Can I come?" you whisper. "Please, please." You don't care one bit that you sound so desperate right now, you just want to feel that release. Want to feel good. Want to let go.

Jungkook detaches his lips from your clit and smirks at you. "Go ahead, pretty girl. Want you to feel good."

You close your eyes and pull at his hair even harder. You're so close to climaxing that you barely hear Jungkook moaning.

"Fuck," you say out loud, finally reaching your release. You feel the pleasure at your center, then it spreads down to your legs and up to your arms, all the way up to your head that you feel a little dizzy. Jungkook doesn't stop fingering you, and you're not even embarrassed that you can hear how wet you are down there.

"Okay, okay," you finally whimper once you start feeling the oversensitivity. You nudge him with your foot and he places one last kiss on your cunt before sitting up.

"How was that?" he asks proudly. Were it not for the mind blowing orgasm you just received, you would've rolled your eyes at his smugness.

"Like I died and went straight to heaven," you hoarsely reply.

He rubs your leg soothingly. "Still wanna continue?"

You nod your head and he smiles at you, then starts removing his clothes. You watch him silently and thank yourself for saying yes, because what the fuck, Jungkook's built like a Greek god.

And his dick is so pretty, too. You don't think you've ever described a cock as pretty until today. It's thick and long, the tip just resting a little bit bellow his belly button. It's leaking a bit too, could already see the precum, and you rub your legs together at the thought that Jungkook found pleasure in eating you out.

He comes back to bed and places himself on top of you, muscled arms caging your face.

"You good, pretty?" he says while smiling down at you.

"Yeah," you breathe out, feeling his heavy cock resting on your thigh. "Wanna suck you, though."

Jungkook chuckles at you in reply, head bowing down to nip at your neck. "No can do, sweet girl. Gonna blow my load the moment you suck me. Swear."

You pout at him and are about to talk back when he cuts you off.

"I know you're pouting. It doesn't work if I don't see it," he says against your neck.

"Fine," you mumble and he laughs again, body so close to yours that you feel the rumble in his chest.

He presses his lips against yours once again. You're so lost in the kiss that you don't realize his hand has been sliding down your body, rubbing your clit gently only to insert two fingers inside you.

"Kook," you moan against his lips.

"Just wanna make sure you're stretched out enough."

You're getting so close to climaxing again, but it feels like Jungkook already knows your body so well. He withdraws your fingers right when you're about to come. Even has the audacity to look cheeky when you huff at the loss of his fingers. You watch him get a condom from the back pocket of his jeans as you catch your breath. He rolls it on his cock before joining you in bed again, and you easily part your legs for him.

"Gonna go slow, okay?" He brings a hand up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "If it's too much, just tell me."

"Okay," you simply say, and he starts pushing his cock inside you. It's a tight fit, that you can tell, especially the head as it's the biggest part. God, he's so big. But you take it like a champ anyway, try to even your breathing until he slides all the way in.

"Holy shit," he groans, head dropping to tuck it in the crook of your neck. "You feel so good."

You get him, you really do. Jungkook fills you up so well, it's perfect, and the longer you feel him inside the faster the pain subsides.

You start rubbing his back gently. "You can move now, Kook. It doesn't hurt."

"Gimme a sec," he moans, busies himself with kissing your face instead. "Seriously." He looks at you in the eyes, his doe ones all blown out. "I might not even last long, it's embarrassing," he huffs.

You giggle at him. "Don't worry about it, silly. There's going to be a next time, like you said."

He smiles down at you, dimple popping out and nose scrunching. "Good," he mumbles while leaning down to capture your lips in his. Finally, he starts moving his hips. Slowly at first, just so you both get a good feel of each other.

Then his thrusts start getting a little bit faster and you can feel him so deep, even deeper when he puts your legs over his shoulder.

"Yeah," he groans, mesmerized by the way your tits bounce at each thrust. "There definitely needs to be a next time."

"Please," you start begging again, not really sure what you're begging for. Jungkook just glides in and out so easily because you're so wet. You feel your stomach tensing along with your thighs and you just want to come so badly again. You hold Jungkook's face in your hands and pull him down to kiss him.

"Wanna come," you pant against his mouth. "Please, Kook. Need to—"

"I got you, pretty," he grunts. "Come for me, ok? Wanna hear your pretty moans. Wanna feel your little pussy tighten around my cock."

His words edge you on even more and before you know it you're climaxing for the second time. Your legs start to shake and you let a few tears out at the ecstasy.

Jungkook prolongs your orgasm by fucking you some more. It's pure bliss you feel as you lay beneath him, watching the way his eyebrows scrunch together, feeling the cool metal of his necklace hitting your chin in time with his thrusts.

"Coming," he moans out and he delivers one hard thrust, so hard that you feel the tip of his cock deep in your belly. "Fucking hell," he curses. He thrusts turn short and slow, up until he finally stops and collapses on top of you.

It's silent for a moment as the both of you catch your breath. It's not like you did anything out of the ordinary. Didn't even switch positions. But you've never felt pleasure like this before and you're pretty sure Jungkook feels the same.

He brings his head up to look at you, tired smile gracing his face. He looks so good like this, just tired and spent but happy. "Hi," he whispers.

"Hello," you whisper back. He leans down and kisses you again, but this time it's slow and gentle. Like he wants to savor the moment. He asks in between kisses if you're okay, if you're not hurt, if you enjoyed, and you reassure him each time.

He pulls your body against his and you lay your head on his chest, your breathing slowing down in time with his steady heartbeat. He rubs up and down your back soothingly and it makes your eyes feel heavy. You feel Jungkook turn his head to kiss at your hair, and it makes you snuggle into him some more.

"Wanna shower?" he asks against your forehead.

"Sure," you hum. But neither of you move. "Give me like a minute. I can't feel my legs, I think."

He laughs and pinches your sides. You wiggle in his hold and try to escape, but Jungkook just tightens his arm around you. "Fucked you pretty hard, huh?"

You roll your eyes even if he can't see you at the moment. "You're so cocky about it."

He doesn't say anything else as he kisses your forehead one last time, then sits up and drags you into the shower with him. He just hugs you from behind as you both stand under the showerhead, letting the warm water wake you both up. You were a bit nervous at first agreeing to shower with him, thinking it'd be awkward since the thought of showering with someone is intimate. But it's not. You both stay silent as you lather each other in your shower gel. Jungkook even asks if he can wash your hair and you lean against his shoulder as he massages your head.

When you're both clean, he leans in to kiss you. You get so lost in it that you let him have his way with you again. Pretty soon he's kneeling down on the bathroom tiles, mouth on your pussy and tongue flicking against your clit. You come quickly, tired and spent already from a while ago, and when he stands up to kiss you, you ask if you can suck him off. He says yes, and you find yourself on your knees this time. You learn soon enough that Jungkook's a head pusher. But he does it so gently. Maybe he's just as spent as you are. He comes pretty quickly as well, and you swallow it all up and smile at him after.

You both get dressed and are in bed again, right in his arms. Jungkook feels warm and sturdy but also soft. Your eyes start to close and you drift off to sleep.

Jungkook isn't beside you when you wake up the next morning. Instead, you find a note on your bedside table.

Have a lot to do today. Sorry I dipped. Didn't want to wake you.

-Jungkook

P.S. - I stole two cookies :D

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hwaslayer · 7 months

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project: make you love me (jyh) | seven.

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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 4.4k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing, oc teaches yunho a few moves hehe, subtle flirting and small signs of affection, yunho meets oc's mom and sis! (coincidentally) lol, mingi being weird again due to his loyalty with hwa, yeosang encourages yunho to just go for it 😭

Yunho swings his keychain around his finger, letting out a breath as he makes his usual trek to the back parking lot. He's exhausted, and he can't wait to just plop onto his bed and do.. nothing.

As he approaches the gym, he hears the once-subtle music now getting louder and louder— though, the rest of campus is quiet, the parking lots are quiet, gym much emptier than usual. When he passes the dance studio window, he sees you alone. Your music is blasting, you're figuring out choreography and cleaning steps up. Yunho can't help but stare a bit until he realizes how odd he must look through the window. So, he diverts his attention and begins to walk on, afraid of ruining your me-time.

"Yunho!" He turns over his shoulder, seeing you leaning near the window screen. "Hey you!"

"Hey." He stops and takes a few steps closer to you.

"You were just gonna pass without saying hi? I've barely seen you all week." You pout, and Yunho thinks it's the cutest thing the world.

"I'm sorry, it's been quite the week. But, you looked too focused, I didn't wanna interrupt."

"Not even! I could use the distraction." You motion for him to come inside. "Come! Unless you have other plans, then don't let me be a bother." You chuckle.

"Alright, if you say so." Yunho laughs a bit and walks towards the front desk, tapping his student ID card on the reader before walking in. He hasn't been to the gym in a minute, mainly because of how swamped he's been with homework and projects. He quickly peeks into the basketball courts, seeing there's open gym going on for those who want to play volleyball. He catches a glimpse of Soobin and Seungmin joining your other friends in a game, Chaery nowhere to be found.

He finally turns down the hallway and finds the dance studio, seeing you continuing to rehearse with the music booming in the room. He steps inside and shuts the door behind him, standing off to the corner to let you finish off your thought process this time around. Your moves flow together, fluidly shifting from one movement to the other— Yunho thinks you're pure art, even if he's not witnessing the entire piece right now.

"You can sit if you want." You tell him as you jog over to your phone and lower the volume.

"What're you working on?"

"Finalizing a part of our piece for a competition coming up soon."

"Competition, hm?" Yunho sits against the glass with one leg propped up, arm hanging loosely over it. "Don't you have a performance tomorrow?"

"I do." You laugh. "But, we wanted to do something a little different for the competition. It's something we've performed before. Just changing a few things around."

"I see."

"Where were you coming from? Library?" He nods.

"My usual. Why aren't you taking a break and playing with your friends?"

"I'm terrible at volleyball, I'll just make them lose and they'll be mad." You giggle. "Chaery is having dinner with her parents. They came down to visit."

"Yeah, I didn't see her around."

"Mhm. She'll probably be back later tonight." You yawn and try to shake off the exhaustion slowly hitting you. "So.. are you coming tomorrow?" You shyly ask him and all Yunho does is stupidly shrug in response.

"I'll try." And he wishes he could take that back the moment it slips out. Because he really does wanna go. He's just not sure how comfortable he'll feel. But he does. He wants to support you and be there for you. You've been nothing but patient and incredibly sweet to him, it's the one thing he could do.

He doesn't do this, though.

He's not really sure how to?

Should he just say congrats after the performance and give you a hug [which might turn into an awkward one-handed hug because he is who he is]?

Should he buy some flowers?

Should he wait for you with the flowers?

Should he buy some for Chaery too so she doesn't feel left out or anything? Because don't you two come in a package deal?

God, it's been so long for him. And he feels so pathetic.

"You promise?"

"Promise."

"Fair enough." You smile. "I just need to go through this a few more times before calling it a night. I gotta teach it to the group."

"You're okay with me around? Isn't it a secret?" You nod.

"Of course. The piece isn't a secret." You tilt your head and giggle. "Actually. Can I teach you a few steps?" Yunho laughs, ears a bright red tint.

"Teach me? I don't know how to dance, Y/N."

"Everyone does, especially once they learn a few steps." You hold out your hand. "Please? It'll be simple and quick." He sighs a bit and stands, slowly walking over to you.

"I don't know. As long as you don't make fun of me."

"I won't." You take his hand and lead him to the center of the room. You watch as he stands tall next to you, shaking his head and slightly creating some distance.

"Wait, I don't know. I-I really don't think I can—"

"Yunho." You look up at him and hold his wrist gently. "Just a few. You're gonna do great. Trust me?" He swallows the lump in his throat before silently nodding, letting you take the lead on teaching him a simple 8 count. He follows along easily, and he learns quick. You're surprised Yunho has never had any dancing history because with the way he moves, you would've believed he had been pursuing it just like you— as a passion, a hobby. You repeat the 8-count a few more times with him before you're blasting the music and having him join along with you. He gets a bit more comfortable, letting you playfully hit him when he messes up on purpose and gives you a look. But, there are other times when he'd reach for your hands and try to prevent your hit— holding your hand and laughing along with you.

"I'm done, I'm done. I swear I'll do it right this time." You slightly whine, letting his hand go to get back into position.

"Yeah, you better."

"I'm not the one with a competition!"

"Still!" He laughs.

"Okay, okay. Jeez, I didn't think I was gonna workout today." He smiles, a soft pink tint coloring his cheeks. He gladly works through the steps once more before stepping out and letting you do your thing, watching off to the side. He crosses his arms and nods in acknowledgement, softly clapping his hands when you've stopped dancing.

"I don't know how this is gonna work."

"Y/N, you're doing great. Seriously. It'll turn out amazing. You have a bit of time, don't be so hard on yourself."

"You think so?"

"You need to give yourself a lot more credit."

"Thank you, Yunho. Especially for letting me randomly teach you." He chuckles.

"It was fun, and I am honored." You giggle.

"Are you just going to head home?"

"Mhm. Be lazy. Think I can give myself that. Do you need a ride?" You shake your head.

"I'm here until Soobin and Seungmin finish."

"You sure you don't need a ride home?"

"Positive. I should really finish this anyway." You giggle before softly hitting him on the chest. "Hope you got a good workout today."

"Kinda, yeah. Probably won't do that for awhile."

"Have a good night, Yunho." You look up at him so sweetly that Yunho feels his knees buckle a bit. Even under the dim studio light, he finds you so, so pretty.

"Will you.. text me when you get home?" He scratches at his temple, unsure if he's coming off needy.

"Of course."

"Okay." Is all he says before grabbing his things, holding his keys in his hands. "Have a good night, Y/N. Don't practice too hard."

"I'll try not to." Yunho gives you a small nod before walking out of the studio. He's not sure if he'd ever say this out loud, but he feels something in his chest when he hears the door shut behind him— now creating a barrier between you and him. He pauses for a second, pondering if he should just sit in the studio and get more work done while you practiced, but he shakes it off and continues walking out of the gym facility.

No.

He was here to help you with literature. He didn't think it'd be anything outside of that. So no, he can't be too much for you right away. He doesn't want to be.

When Yunho gets home, Yeosang is in the kitchen making himself some food. Yunho greets him and brushes past to grab a cold bottle of unsweetened green tea from the fridge.

"Did you just finish from the library?"

"Kinda, yeah." Yunho takes a quick sip. "I, uh, saw Y/N while she was practicing so I hung out in there for a bit."

"Cute. She has another performance tomorrow, right?"

"Mhm, but she was practicing for their competition coming up soon."

"Shouldn't she be taking a break for the performance tomorrow?" Yunho shrugs.

"Her friends are playing volleyball." Yeosang chuckles.

"Are you going to go tomorrow?"

"Hm, I think so. I don't know."

"You should."

"Mm, I don't really go to these things."

"You can do one night for Y/N." Yunho nods.

"Yeah, I guess so. I probably will." He sighs. "I wanted to get her some flowers but I didn't wanna be too much."

"What? No. You wouldn't be. She'll appreciate that gesture."

"Maybe." Yunho lets out a small, pathetic laugh. He is definitely overthinking, and Yeosang is very aware.

"Let me know how it goes."

"Yup." Yunho bids him farewell before settling in his room.

The next day comes quick, and it's a blur for your team. You get to the auditorium bright and early, instantly doing a dry rehearsal and marking the stage before putting on some stage makeup and rehearsing with your performance outfit. It's been so busy that you haven't really gotten a chance to text Yunho back after his goodmorning text—

you: hi yunho, goodmorning! it's gonna be super busy today so i'm sorry if i don't text back right away. i hope i'll see you later, i'll be looking out for you in the crowd. ☺️

yunho: aw, morning! no worries, goodluck today 😊 you'll kill it!

Meanwhile, Yunho heads to the front of the building, quickly buying a ticket before heading indoors. Right before he enters the auditorium, he sees single roses being sold near the far right entrance of the auditorium. Yunho thinks to himself for a moment, wondering if it's a good idea to do this or not. He already settled on the fact that he wouldn't— just to play it safe. But somehow, he feels like this is a sign that he should do it.

Fuck it.

He lets out a breath before he maneuvers through the crowd, instantly handing the seller some cash. He quickly thanks her and makes his way inside, finding a seat in the middle— close enough to see you, but far enough to see the entire stage. He wants to make sure he sees your friends, and he wants to see the piece in its entirety. He lets out a breath, settling into the [uncomfy] chair with the program in his hand.

He flips through the page, reading through the various performances, seeing your group come up towards the end. Typically, he'd hate to sit through all of this. But, he knows you'd really appreciate him staying and supporting the entire show.

So, he sits. He waits. He supports.

But, he's eager to see you. He's eager to see you kill it on stage because he knows you will.

In the next 15 minutes or so, the lights dim in the auditorium, and the MC is beginning to kick off the night with a brief introduction, followed by the meaning behind tonight's concert and what it will be supporting. It takes off with a quick, and intense start— another dance group guesting and beginning the show.

Afterwards, it follows with some singing. A band playing their instruments. Traditional, cultural dancing. Solo stages.

Until the lights shine down on the stage, and he finally spots you, Chaery, your friends. You all hold your poses until the music starts playing loudly in the auditorium, surround sound speakers booming in their corners. You all start off strong, facial expressions properly conveying the intensity of the piece. It splits off into an all-girls piece, before the boys find their way in and it becomes one. All of your moves are pristine and sharp, and the entire piece flows cohesively. Yunho is in awe, and he's not even sure where to look first.

He regrets not having watched you earlier.

The piece is 5 minutes, but Yunho feels like it goes by way too quickly for his liking. The last bits to close the piece out makes the audience roar in screams and yells just as the lights dim and your figures are hurrying off the stage. Yunho claps, smiling big and wide after; feeling the adrenaline and excitement that is being shared amongst the entire room right now.

You killed it out there.

Yunho feels proud of you, and he's glad he got to see you on stage.

When the show closes out, everyone stands and begins to make their way out of the auditorium. Yunho matches the slow pace of the crowd as everyone continues to walk out and wait for their loved ones to come to the lobby. Yunho feels like he should wait here for you to arrive, but he sees a group of people push through the hallway doors on the right— screams erupting from the other side. Before he can even think about it, his feet are already taking him to the hallway, hoping he can find you there.

And luckily for him, he does.

He smiles to himself when he sees you down the hallway; fresh off the stage and looking beautiful as ever. A few people come to greet you and hug you, praising you and your friends for the great performance. Yunho keeps his hands behind his back as he walks closer, your eyes landing on him from past your friend's shoulder.

"Yunho!" You squeal, running to him. "You actually made it!"

"I did." He smiles.

"Sorry, I'm gross and sweaty."

"You look good, Y/N."

"Are you lying?" He laughs and shakes his head.

"No, never that." He shifts. "I.. have something for you?" He says in a cute, questioning tone just as he pulls out a single rose from behind his back. "You did great out there." He smiles at you, a subtle rose-tint growing on his cheeks.

"Yunho." You look at him, and at first, he's not really sure if he fucked up already. But, before he could let his thoughts consume him, you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him tightly. "You're so sweet. Thank you." Yunho takes you in before wrapping an arm around you. He does wrap the one arm around you tightly though, giving you a gentle squeeze before pulling away.

"Where's mine?!" Chaery playfully questions, but Yunho chuckles a bit and pulls out another rose from behind his back. He genuinely wanted to buy her one since she was your bestfriend. Chaery has always been nice to him, and it's the least he could do to show his appreciation for that, and for always taking care of you. Chaery gasps, pouting while taking the flower from Yunho's hand. "Oh my god, I was totally just kidding. You're so sweet, Yunho. Thank you." She pouts.

"It's nothing. You guys did really great up there." Yunho shifts his weight from one foot to another before digging his hands into his pockets.

"He is so cute, please Y/N." She turns to you and whines. "Please snatch him up."

"Can you quit?' You whisper harshly before Yunho is greeting Soobin and Seungmin, praising them for the successful piece. Suddenly, your mom and your sister come rushing through with a big bouquet in hand, your mom pulling you into a big bear hug.

"That piece was amazing! You guys did great!" Your mom praises you with a smile, brushing your hair out of your face before moving onto Chaery.

"Proud of you as always." Your older sister hands you the bouquet, eyeing the rose already in your hand. Her eyes go to you, Yunho's [who is back to observing on the side], then back to you. "I see you got a rose already?"

"Oh, uh." You shyly chuckle and tuck your flowers close to your chest. "This is Yunho. Yunho, my mom, my sister Leia."

"It's nice to meet you." Yunho swallows the lump in his throat, feeling like the world is caving in on him right at this moment. He should've expected your mom and sister to be here, why wouldn't they be? He just didn't expect to be introduced. Jesus Christ, Yunho. Get it together.

"A very tall and handsome one." Your mom says, making your sister and Chaery giggle. "It's nice to meet you, Yunho." She smiles at him.

"My parents wanna grab something to eat with everyone. Shall we get going?" Soobin comes towards you, your family and Chaery. You all nod, giving leverage for your mom, sister and Chaery to shift their attention towards him, Seungmin and the rest of the dance team. Yunho slowly steps closer to you again, a small, toothless smile on his face.

"Gonna go eat?"

"Mhm. You should join us!" He shakes his head.

"You should enjoy your dinner with your family and friends." You give him a tiny smile of acknowledgment.

"Thank you for coming, Yunho. Seriously." You chuckle and nod before raising the rose up. "And for this. I'll make sure to take really good care of it."

"Good." He tilts his head and quickly swipes his tongue over his lips. "Have a good dinner."

"I will. You too? Get something to eat, okay?" You gently set the flowers down before wrapping your arms around his neck for another quick hug. This time, Yunho can successfully wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close properly. He smells like.. woody sage, with a mix of his laundry detergent. You slowly pull away, keeping your gaze on him while subtly biting on your bottom lip. "I'll text you later."

"Okay." Is all he responds with. You find it hard to pull yourself away from him, like some kind of force that wants to keep yourself attached to him; a force that keeps you wanting more from Yunho. But, you're pulled out of your thoughts when Chaery yells your name, begging for you to hurry so everyone could leave.

So, you catch up with your friends, your family; happily holding your flowers on the way out, while Yunho's left here, wondering what to do.

Suddenly feeling like he's alone, like he's missing you even though you've only left him a few seconds ago.

Why the fuck is he feeling this way already?

He shakes it off and leaves, brushing through the people that are still crowding around the front of the auditorium. He has to snake past a few, feeling awkward at the random contact he has to make just to get by—

"Ayo!" He hears a familiar voice call out just as he's made it through the crowd. He stops and turns over his shoulder, spotting Mingi coming towards him. "Dude, I didn't know you were coming."

"Uh, yeah." He gives Mingi a dap. Looking past Mingi's shoulder, he sees Seonghwa and San looking over— probably talking shit about him as they speak. To each their own. Yunho could really care less what Seonghwa thinks about him. He must be livid over you calling it quits, but who else is there to blame for that? He didn't cherish you while he had you, now he feels like he has the right to be upset? He feels like he has the right to be mad at you, at Yunho?

Please.

"Were you here the entire time?" Mingi asks.

"Yeah, I told Y/N I'd come to watch."

"Oh, that's cool." Mingi just nods, but Yunho knows he's thinking about other stuff. Probably his loyalty to Seonghwa, how much he wants to tell him not to pursue you while Seonghwa is sulking. Shit like that. "Yeah, we dropped by to catch their performance too. It was sick."

"Yup, they were great. She did great." Yunho responds, hoping to egg Mingi on in one way or another. If he wants to ask, he should just ask. Lo and behold:

"Cute. So, is that a thing now?"

"Odd question considering Seonghwa has feelings for her." Yunho turns it around on him since, you know, dude tried to talk him out of it the last time they spoke.

"They called it quits. I was assuming it was because of you. Hwa's been all sulky about it." Yunho chuckles a bit hearing the way that it was phrased. They.

"Hm." Yunho hums, no longer wanting to entertain this any further. They could keep guessing all the want, Yunho could really care less about Seonghwa and his feelings. "Anyway, I need to head out. Catch you later?"

"Hop on Valorant tonight!" Mingi easily switches the topic just as Yunho is about to turn on his heel and walk the hell away.

"Maybe. We'll see." Yunho gives him one last nod before walking off to his car. Mingi heads back to his friends, greeting a few more people on the way over.

"I'll never understand why you're friends with him." Seonghwa furrows his brows at him and shakes his head.

"He's cool people." Mingi shrugs, unsure of how else to respond. Mingi really did enjoy being friends with Yunho. They don't talk too often, and their conversations aren't typically heavy or incredibly insightful, but Mingi likes the good vibes he gets from Yunho. He's genuine and he's real, and Mingi knows that's hard to find over the years. Don't get him wrong; he feels the same with Seonghwa and San. They mainly have more of the same interests as Mingi does, which is why they're stuck to each other like glue. They like partying and going out, they like drinking. Getting into wild shit from time to time. You know how it goes.

Overall, Mingi still respects Yunho, and he finds comfort in their friendship. It's different from the rest.

Yunho's drive home is quiet, but pleasant. OG Heartthrob by Majid Jordan comes up on the rotation, and he finds himself lowly singing along. His thoughts start wandering over to you, smiling a bit to himself like a dumbass when he remembers how happy you looked on stage. How happy you looked seeing him. How happy you looked when he gave you the rose.

You look good happy.

And Yunho loves being the reason you're happy.

He kinda wishes he could keep being the reason you're happy.

He kinda misses you.

But, he shakes off the thoughts when he pulls into the lot and passes your building. He shouldn't be jumping to conclusions, no. For all he knows, you're probably just being incredibly nice to him, and you're probably still trying to find the right words to let him down easily.

You probably wouldn't feel the same way as him.

Yunho lets out a sigh when he pulls into his usual spot, sitting in the driver's seat for a minute even though the car is set to park. He's so torn about this. Because as much as he wants to say it out loud, he's afraid to.

"How'd it go?" Yunho hears as soon as he steps through the door. To his surprise, it's another night when Yeosang is sitting on the couch, indulging in a show. He's eating some takeout laid out on the coffee table in front of him while Yunho sets his things aside.

"Good. They did really good."

"I've seen a bit of a performance before. They are pretty good." Yeosang looks over at him as Yunho leans near the patio door, trying to make sense of the show Yeosang has on.

"Mhm."

"How come you aren't hanging out?"

"She's eating with the team and their families. I actually met her mom and sister earlier." Yeosang's eyes widen a bit.

"No shit?" Yeosang smirks. "That's serious."

"What do you mean?" Yunho chuckles confusingly. "People meet family members all the time."

"Yeah, but you know. I always feel like people get introduced if they mean something to the person." Yunho cocks a brow up, listening to Yeosang's reasoning. He can be quite the person, but Yunho does enjoy their conversations when they come up. "She didn't have to introduce you. But, cause you mean something to her, she did."

"Uh, that or maybe just cause her sister noticed the rose I bought her?"

"My guy." Yeosang smiles and shifts topics. "You did it?"

"I wanted to." Yunho shrugs.

"When are you hanging out with her next?"

"She invited me to this little movie night thing they're doing soon."

"Honestly, I say go for it."

"Go for what?"

"Y/N."

"She just ended things with Seonghwa."

"Okay, but that wasn't even considered anything in my very honest opinion. Just a good girl who got wrapped into a dude's schemes. Nothing more, nothing less." Yeosang looks at him. "I think she likes you too."

"I never said—" Yeosang rolls his eyes.

"You didn't have to. I can see it. And by the sounds of it, you seem to make her genuinely happy. She wants you around, she wants to hang out. She enjoys having you around. Don't skip on the chance." Yeosang stands and stretches. "Seonghwa's loss. It's not your problem." Yunho quietly nods.

"Thanks."

"Yup." Yeosang switches the TV off. "Anyway, I gotta finish some stuff before I call it a night."

"Not hopping on League tonight?"

"Nah. For once." Yeosang chuckles and walks off to his room, gently shutting the door behind him. Yunho pushes himself off of the wall and tidies up in the living room a bit before walking into his own room. He really doesn't find himself getting hungry right now, and feels like he could just use this time to be lazy— catch up on a few shows or movies he wanted to watch. He grabs his pajamas and heads to the bathroom to get freshened up and ready for bed, shutting off the lights in the hallway before retreating into his room for the night. He slips himself under the covers, sheets messily pulled up to his chest. He scrolls through his phone, wondering if he should check up on you or let you know that he'll be here watching a movie until you're home.

He doesn't wanna do too much, but he just misses your company.

You.

Yeosang is right.

He should go for it.

Yunho has given himself enough time to move on and work on himself over the years. In the end, he does wanna be the reason why you smile. He does wanna be the reason why you're happy.

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Wanna Be Yours |2|

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Chapter Two: Gryffindor V Ravenclaw

Notes: Gonna be my last post for a few weeks, Modern AU, Fem!SlytherinReader, any characters you don't recall from the Harry Potter universe are my OC's

Warning(s): Swearing, throwing up, mentions of underage drinking & blood

Prologue|Previous Part|Next Part

Stressful was definitely one of the many words to describe how the past few weeks have been. With exams and quidditch, Y/N has found herself swamped with work. Luckily she was able to keep up with her classes..except for one.

Arithmancy.

It was the one subject she just couldn’t get. Ask her to brew a potion from scratch? Y/N has that handled. Want to know the name of every star? Y/N Y/L/N’s your girl. Need help in Defense Of The Dark Arts? She’s who to call. Just not about Arithmancy.

So here she was, studying the materials for the hundredth time. Y/N had been sitting there for a good hour now and the numbers and symbols were starting to mix and blur. That was when she knew she should call it a night.

Y/N packed her things and left the library before walking through the school’s halls, half asleep. She had been up since two in the morning and it was now almost curfew. At some point, Y/N zoned out during the walk to her dorm.

I really need to stop pulling all nighte-

The Slytherin is pulled out of her trance when she feels a body knock into her.

“Hmph- '' a girl let out in front of Y/N as both their books dropped to the ground. Y/N looked down to see the brown haired girl who she bumped into. Y/N instantly recognized her to be the Gryffindor she caught staring at her during the first day back at Hogwarts.

“I’m sorry about that” Y/N said as she knelt down to pick up the fallen books.

“It’s okay.” Hermione then knelt down to help pick them up. Y/N finally looked at Hermione again when she gave the Gryffindor her book. They both stood up and there was an awkward few seconds of silence until Hermione held out her hand.

“I’m Hermione by the way. Hermione Granger” she let out, introducing herself to the Slytherin. Y/N looked at Hermione’s hand and then back to her face. “I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N” she responded, taking the other girl’s hand.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Y/N. Even if it was by crashing into you” Hermione jokes which pulled a small laugh from Y/N.

“Yeah, I really ought to watch where I’m going next time,” Y/N responded back as they disconnected their hands.

Hermione looked at Y/N for a moment. As she was about to say something Y/N’s name got called causing her to turn her head. Her gaze meets a bloody nosed Link being held up by Amelia and Leo. “What the bloody hell happened?” Y/N asked with raised eyebrows.

Before Y/N went to them, they walked over to her. “Take a wild guess” Leo remarked, he was getting tired of Link’s antics. Y/N sighs and turns back to Hermione,“I gotta uh —she points back to Link— but I’ll see you around. At least I hope I do” Y/N looks Hermione up and down as she says the last part before walking away with the others.

—

“So let me get this straight–” Harry started as he sat down, “Y/N bumped into you, the others showed up, and she said that?”

“Yes” Hermione looked between the two boys, not sure where they were headed with this.

“She was flirting with you, Mione,” Ron simply said before biting into a chocolate frog. “Isn’t this the same girl you’ve been making googly eyes at since seco- ow!” Hermione hit Ron with the Daily Prophet before he could finish his sentence

“Be mature Ronald. I have not been making googly eyes at her. And I can’t help it if I’m a naturally observant person” Hermione claimed defensively. Ron only rolled his eyes in response before Harry cut in.

“But you fancy her, don’t you?” Harry cursorily asked Hermione. She thought for a moment before answering.

“Well, this is the first time I’ve ever even spoken to her,” Hermione responded, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Well you certainly fancy her enough to stare at her hour after hour” Ron mumbled, earning him a kick from Hermione. But it didn’t wipe the smirk off the ginger’s face.

Eventually the three went to bed, Hermione thought about the interaction over again before falling asleep.

—

Y/N was sound asleep, peacefully dreaming about Merlins know what. Well, that was before Amelia woke her up. “Rise and shine sleeping beauty!” Y/N only groaned in response as Amelia clapped her hands. “Come on, it’s Raine’s quidditch day. They’re up against Gryffindor.”

Y/N hesitantly lifted herself up, mumbling a few curses before finally standing up. She changed and put on the Ravenclaw scarf Lorraine had given her a few months prior.

Amelia and Y/N made it to the quidditch field and sat down in the Ravenclaw stands next to Leo and Link who waved them over. Leo was still laying into Link about the previous day. “Oh come on, it wasn’t that dumb” Link defended as Amelia and Y/N watched with amusement.

“How is attempting to do a handstand on your broom, one hundred feet in the air, while not being able to do a handstand in the first place, not dumb?” Leo asked incredulously.

“Well when you say it like that..” Link trailed off while Leo rolled his eyes in response.

“Bloody idiot” Leo mumbled, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat.

—

Gryffindor won the match and they were holding a party in their common room to celebrate. The victory also meant a loss for Ravenclaw which meant comforting Lorraine. If she was anything she was serious about quidditch. It made sense considering Oliver Wood acted as her mentor when she first started out. It seemed he passed over some of his competitiveness.

When it came to parties at Hogwarts, everybody went. No matter what they were for, who lost, who won, people still showed up. Amelia asked if she was going to go but Y/N declined, not wanting “Lorraine to drown herself.”

By the time everybody left, Y/N was softly knocking on the Lorraine’s dorm door. “Go away” she heard from the other side. Y/N sighed and spoke up. “Oh come on, it's me. I even brought over some sweets I found in Link’s snack stash” Y/N said, raising the bag up as if the Ravenclaw could see it.

She heard shuffling and footsteps on the other side of the door before it opened slightly. Lorraine looked through the slither opening, looked down at the bag then at Y/N before opening the door all the way.

“Come in” Lorraine sighed before going back to her bed. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows,“What do you mean?”

Lorraine rolled eyes before answering. “I don’t want to be comforted right now, okay? I just want to forget about the stupid match. I’m sick of the pitiful looks I’ve been getting.”

Y/N nodded in understanding, sometimes Lorraine wanted to talk and sometimes she didn’t. The Slytherin placed the bag on Lorraine’s nightstand before grabbing a few things out of it. “I made sure to swipe some of your favorites. How about a night in? Just you and me” Y/N offered.

Lorraine patted the spot next to her and Y/N happily sat on the bed. Lorraine grabbed her laptop and opened it. They spent the rest of the night watching movies and eating sweets. Eventually falling asleep.

Y/N woke up, looking at her surroundings confused before remembering where she was. She looked down to see Lorraine with her head on her chest. Y/N carefully got up while gently moving Lorraine not wanting to wake her up. She then reached into her pocket for her phone. She squeezed her eyes shut as the phone’s brightness shined at her.

There were a few messages from Amelia and Link and a couple from Leo. But being too tired, Y/N just made a mental note to reply in the morning and instantly fell back asleep. What woke her up was the sun shining through the room's window. She winced a bit from the light as she covered her face.

“Look who decided to wake up” Lorraine said as she moved around the room. “None of my roommates are back yet but they will be soon encase you wanna make a run for it” she offered.

Y/N mumbled,“Good call, Rainey” before getting out of bed. The only roommate of hers that Y/N could tolerate was Luna. Eventually she left after saying goodbye and made her way back to the Slytherin common room. Unfortunately a certain professor was waiting at the door.

“Professor Snape.”

“Y/L/N.”

“Are you aware of the time?” he asked with an unamused expression. Y/N looked at her watch then back at the professor.

“It is seven thirty six” Y/N answers, Snape humming in response.

“And do you know when curfew is?” Snape crossed his arms as he waited for a response. Y/N huffed a bit before answering. It was far too early for an interrogation.

“Ten pm” she sighed.

He was getting too old for this shit.

“Good, so you were aware of what time you had to be in your common room. You were also aware of what rules you were breaking. Twenty points from Slytherin and detention for a week, starting today.”

Snape walked away after giving her one more glare. Y/N flipped him off with his backside facing her, before heading to her dorm room. She walked in and heard somebody throwing up. Y/N went to the bathroom where it was coming from to find Amelia hunched over and puking.

“Drank too much I presume?” she rhetorically asked, not expecting her puking friend to answer that.

“Nobody likes a smartass,” Amelia replied before throwing up some more. Y/N got a water bottle then placed it on her friend’s nightstand.

After a couple of minutes, Amelia walked out of the bathroom as she wiped her mouth with a towel. Y/N gave her the water bottle,“Thanks —she took a sip— oh and you know how you’ve been struggling with Arithmancy?” Y/N hummed in response. “Found you a tutor.”

“Who is it?”

“Hermione Granger.”

#hermione fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #hermione fic #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader #hermione x fem reader #hermione x reader #hermione x you #wanna be yours

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littledekuchan · 2 months

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I'm back with more winx redesigns that have already become my ocs

Below we will have the new designs and a little information about each of them.

Firstly we will start with my little pumpkin Mirta! Mirta in my au is a dark fairy, the fairy of illusions. She is almost in a relationship with the swamp witch Lucy, but Mirta doesn't notice the way Lucy acts around her.

Her groupmates are Ahisa the Passion Fairy, Alice the Snow Fairy, Jenny the Mirror Fairy and Lee-Hona the Singing Fairy.

Mirta is pansexual and this is her short summary

What does she hide under her hats?

Swamp Witch, Lucy! Lucy comes from a long line of potion-making witches and fairies, all starting with her great-great-grandmother Cuca, who is a well teacher in Cloud Tower. Lucy is in love with Mirta, but who said the little clown realized her good intentions?

Lucy's team is Beast Witch Erica and Deep Sea Witch Darya.

Lucy is a trans and lesbian girl.

Those next to Ludy are Erica and Darya, respectively.

Feel the love in the air with Ahisa! Ahisa is a little fairy from Limphea, her power is to make people fall in love/have good feelings because of her plant pheromones, which is why she is the fairy of passion.

Their group is Mirta the dark fairy of illusions, Alice the snow fairy, Jenny the Mirror Fairy and Lee-Hona the Singing Fairy.

Ahisa is often seen by Alphea helping young fairies and dark fairies find love.

Even though she is the passion fairy, Ahisa is aroace.

It's time to be gracious with Galathea, the fairy of grace! Galathea is part of a large business family in the capital region of Melody, the Ming family, her family is popular for having several famous singers and exceptional composers. Galathea loves her family, but doesn't really like being the center of attention.

His group are Miky the fairy of rocks, Francine the fairy of rivers, Ortencia the fairy of mind and Kimmy the dark fairy of thunder.

Galathea is pansexual, at the moment she is not in love with anyone… Except for a fairy who is becoming popular for having recently saved Alphea from the witches, one who has powers related to music.

The dark night fairy, Chimera! Chimera is the youngest of the royal family of Solaria, sister of Stella and Kyral, her power is eclipse fairy.

Chimera, for reasons of preference, went to Beta Academia, away from her sisters and the influence of her parents. She doesn't have a group yet, but she's trying her best to make friends.

She still doesn't know her sexuality, but that's not a concern for her.

The fairy who knows all things because of animals, Roxy! Roxy is the animal fairy, being the first of a new generation of fairies on planet Earth.

It's not very easy for her to make friends, but the Winx are helping her to make friends with her group.

Her group is Kyral, the fairy of falling stars, Clarice, the dark fairy of explosions, Loni, the fairy of electricity, and Cindy, the earthly fairy of frost.

It's quite common to see Roxy away from everyone and talking to the fairy animals, missing her Artu.

Roxy is asexual.

Little joke for Roxy:

And that's it guys, now until in a couple of weeks, take care and stay hydrated, bye!!!

#winx club #winx #winx redesign #winx club redesign #Winx Lucy #Winx Mirta #Winx galathea #Wixn Galatea #Winx Chimera #Winx Roxy #Winx Club Roxy #Winx Club Mirta #My art #Redesign #I love change characters DNA

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sillyscribblinggoose · 20 days

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Follow-up to previous @missterious-figure's Swamp Things AU Eclipse doodles post

Skit won't let himself and Flit get sacrificed without a fight, those little cretins >:[

GIVE YOURSELF UP FOR THE MURDEROUS FRUITY SPIDER DANGIT

#fnaf dca #dca fandom #dca au #swamp things au #flit swamp things au #skit swamp things au #swamp things au oc #Skit is extremely large-#Flit anxious bby #Eclipse please take them as offerings #I need to appease the murder spider #digital art

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inittosinit · 20 days

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The fellas! Flit and Ripple my beloved [for @missterious-figure’s Swamp Things AU]

Flit belongs to @sillyscribblinggoose

Skit watching disapprovingly from the bushes

#daycare attendant #dca fandom #fnaf daycare au #dcau #dca #swamp things au oc #swamp things au #ripple swamp things au #flit swamp things au #flit #ripple #food and fuck #bug boi trio #my art

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ethereal-night-fairy · 10 months

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Forgotten sorrows

Chapter 2

Fae!Soap X Female Reader

That tap shattered more than your mind, you weren't sure if that was his intention or not. But it broke something.... something you had forgotten long ago.

Warnings: MDNI, child neglect, mention of abuse and starvation, mention of death, dark themes.

I got carried away in this chapter so the witch best friend didn't make an appearance yet but Price did. I hope you'll be happy with that lol. I hope you all enjoy reading this. This Fae au belongs to @ghouljams I feature their Oc characters in my writing.

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You're sweating profusely as you toss around in bed, feeling as if you're being held down. Your breathing is becoming labored as you try to regain consciousness. Clawing your way through the darkness. It feels like you were being swallowed whole by a swamp. Like murky water was engulfing your soul and coating your heart. You open your mouth to shout for help to alert someone…anyone but it came out in gurgles as thick slimy water entered your esophagus. As water filled your insides you begin to panic at the loss of oxygen in this odd suspended space you were occupying. Your eyes filled with tears as your vision became spotty. You slowly faded in the nothingness……

You feel oxygen re-enter your lungs as you shoot up out of your bed. You clutch your chest heaving trying to understand what just happened you look around frantically trying to piece together where you were. This wasn't your bed, this wasn't your home. You look at the four white walls you had desperately tried to forget. The years you spent running from this hell of a dream. Your small bed sat in the corner of your childhood room with a thin blanket thrown haphazardly from where you stood. You look down at yourself wondering how you got here only to realize you weren't in an adult body. Panic ensues in your mind as you think you're gone back in time or worse you've just dreamt an elaborate life of adulthood in your feeble attempts to escape this hellhole.

After getting your breathing under control you look at yourself again in your wardrobe mirror. You only see a silhouette of yourself, you couldn't make out the details of your face. Nothing made sense, it was as if you were a ghost in your own skin. The image unsettled you so much so you decided to look away for your own sanity that was on the verge of collapsing. You glance around your sparse room trying to piece together what year you were in based on the things you had. You looked under your pillow to find your one and only book that wasn't torn or burnt by your step father. He often ruined things you liked when he thought you were being a bother. You sit on your bed and listen to see if he was home. It was getting dark outside with moonlight streaming through the window. So you assumed he was gone or sleeping, you sat and listened as you counted softly to hundred five times, you slowly opened the book when you didn't hear anything. Your paper dolls fell out which you put away carefully since they were the only toys you had. You didn't want them to get lost since you didn't have much paper or crayons to left to make new ones as nice as you had made these.

You glance back at your book. The tales of Tír na Óg, a place filled with fairies, a place where people never aged and always happy. They never had to go hungry, or to beg and search for food. Everything was provided for them; they lived in peace and happiness while reclining on golden thrones. It was a place you often thought about, a place you'd hope to visit in your dreams so you could dream of a full belly and pretty gardens to dance and play in without being slapped or hit. The book was old and had someone else's handwriting on some of the pages which wasn't your mother's. A phrase that was often repeated in the writing was 'A Rún' as if they were writing this for someone they cared for. You often thought of who this book belonged to and if you had acquired something you shouldn't have. But the book was in your possession now and you were unwilling to let it go since it was all you had.

You read the stories and the person's handwriting not always understanding what they were saying since some of the words were hard to pronounce. But you greatly enjoyed the pictures. You also kept pieces of paper in the book with your drawing on it for safekeeping. Your heart stopped as a particular drawing had fallen out, one that you remember drawing on the day-y…..that day…that awful day. The day you felt your heart was being ripped out of you. You held the drawing in your small shaky hands. The picture was itself innocent but the memory associated with it was too awful to remember. You put it back hastily as you watch your bedroom door. Slowly you get up, your legs shaking.

You had made that drawing on the day your horrible father left for good after draining your depressed mother leaving her a shell of her former self. You open the door and wince when the door creaks. The eerie silence of the house filled your ears. Slowly you made your way to the hallway of the bungalow. Tiptoeing as you pass your mother's room as quietly as possible trying not to disturb the dead. Not realizing at that age the pungent smell coming from the room would only get worse as the days would go by. You never bothered knocking to get her attention knowing full well she wasn't in her right mind, whenever you tried to talk to her in the past she had a blank stare in her eyes as if her soul had been sucked out of her. She wasn't always like this. You had nicer memories of her before she turned into whatever this was. She used to paint with you and take you out to the park and to tell you stories of fairies she had met. She would tell how you should greet them and how to tell if they were good or bad. She would read to you often and call you 'A Rún' when you'd go out together and meet people. But that all stopped when your new father came into her life. It all happened so quickly you didn't have much time to process the change. He took everything worth anything from your mother. Within a few months he had changed her so drastically you doubted it was your mother sometimes. Things just got worse as time went on.

You make your way to the main door. You try your luck to see if it's open, it wasn't unfortunately just like the first time you had tried in your childhood. Looking at it now, even if it was, there was a door bolt on the very top which you wouldn't be able to reach even with a chair. You sigh as you go try to find something to eat to ease the stabbing feeling in your stomach. You don't find much since the fridge was mostly empty with some sauces on the edge and a few cans of beer which you wouldn't make the mistake of drinking again. You pull a chair as quietly as possible to the kitchen counter to see the top cupboards knowing that there was nothing on the bottom ones and having previously searched them.

You almost slip and fall trying to open the cupboards but managed to steady yourself. Once they finally open you find them sparse. You grab the few cans you find and decide to leave the molding lumps of whatever that was not wanting to get extremely sick in your desperation like last time.

As you sit on the floor again you try opening the cans but they didn't have any openings. You tap them softly on the cold floor seeing if the top would pop off but it didn't. You didn't want to throw it on the floor in case you'd get hit again even though you knew your father wasn't here. In your mind now you probably realised by now that you were dreaming of this memory not actually living it. So you already knew your mother was dead in her room and not going to wake up but it was as if your body was being forced to go through all the decisions you made when it had actually happened. Your body was on autopilot while your mind was taking in the details of this horrid memory. You give up trying to open the can and eventually settle to get a glass you could fill up in the bathroom sink to drink some water. You end up drinking three glasses and bring a fourth with you to your bedroom which was across the bathroom. You sit on your bed and put the glass beside you as you sip when the hunger pains get too much. Your clothes were filthy too and you needed to wash but you decided that was tomorrow's problem.

You sat on your bed reading your book to keep your mind off things. Maybe if you wrote a letter to a fairy asking for some food they'll leave it on your windowsill. But you knew fairies from the stories didn't do anything for free so you went about looking for something to offer them if they decided to accept your letter. You write a polite letter with your bad spelling and ask for human food because you knew bad things could happen to you if you ate fairy food. The book had said so, even that person's handwriting confirmed it. You offer the fairy one of your prized possessions, them being your paper dolls. You open your window with some difficulty. You grab your pet rock which you had drawn a face onto, you set him on-top of your letter and paper dolls to stand guard against the wind to keep it in place. You waited patiently on your bed as the time went by. Falling asleep eventually due to exhaustion.

As you woke up you felt the hunger pains shoot up through your stomach. You clutched your tummy as the pain subsided as you massaged the area. Getting up out of bed was difficult but you had to go get some water and go to the bathroom while you were at it. You leave with a change of clothes hoping to gets yourself somewhat cleaner. You sit in the cold bathtub filling up slightly since the water was so chilly. You washed yourself as quickly as possible not liking the temperature. There was no soap so you make due with just water. You dry and dress yourself in a hurry trying to regain some warmth as you comb your hair with small shaky fingers trying to make it look presentable. The pungent smell of death was spreading. It hadn't quite reached your room yet so you quickly ran back and shut the door quietly. The first thing you do is wrap your thin blanket around you as you go to close the window.

You stood there in shock as your letter was gone and in its place there was a small bundle. You carefully look out the window on your tippy toes to see if you could see anyone but sadly you couldn't. The only thing left was your pet rock that you brought back inside with the small fabric wrapped bundle. You held it close to you as it still held warmth. You were thankful that the fairies had accepted helping you exchange for your paper dolls. You opened the bundle to find warm bread and some berries. The bread was wrapped in a paper you recognised from your local bakery you used to see on your way to the park when your mother used to bring you out. You were thankful they had given you human food. You probably should have saved some for tomorrow but in your starved state you weren't thinking straight and had eaten the whole bread, causing your stomach to hurt from the unfamiliar fullness. You nibbled on the berries throughout the day and saved some for the next day.

The horrid smell emanating from your mother's room had got much worse as the days went on and you found it difficult to go in and out of your room to get water or use the toilet. For the next couple of days this is what you did, you would write letters to leave them out at night with offerings of your drawings since you didn't have much else. And when you would wake up there would be a small bundle waiting for you the next day with fresh food in it. You open today's bundle to find some bread with cheese and butter. Which you ate half in the morning and had the rest in the evening for your dinner. You were growing worried though since you were on your last piece of paper and you used it to write your farewell letter saying you greatly appreciated the fairies help and that this would be your final offering since you didn't have anything worth giving after this. You place the letter with your one and only book as your final offering hoping to get something nice to eat for your final meal for the foreseeable future.

You go to bed anxiously wondering what you would receive tomorrow trying to ignore the dark presence that was taking over the house. When you woke up you felt a dark entity hovering on the other side of the door you had locked as you stared at it. Slowly you moved from your bed to the window while still being aware of your surroundings. You get to the window disappointed to see nothing. Your letter and book were gone but you hadn't received anything in return which brought tears to your eyes since you couldn't even go to the bathroom to get water now with how dangerous the house felt. Like it had taken on a mind of its own, a very sinister mind. You stand on your tippy toes to see if maybe the bundle had fallen to ground due the wind.

To your surprise there was a little human? A child like you? Standing at the bottom playing with their fingers. It was the first time you had seen someone in a while and didn't know what to say. They looked scared for some reason, maybe for the same reason you wouldn't leave your room anymore. You left bad for some reason, guilt was gnawing at your heart telling you their fear was caused by you.

"Hello?", You say softly trying not to alert the entity outside your room. They look up at you, it's then that you realize they don't fully look human. If your mind looked too hard you could almost see holly growing from their hair but it would disappear the next second like your mind was playing tricks on you. They looked relieved that their waiting wasn't for nothing.

"Hello", they say back softly, their voice sounded like velvet engulfing you on a snowy day. It was warm and comforting. "I've come to repay your offering to us"

"I don't see any food", you say

"The book was worth more than a single meal, it belonged to one of our elders they were overjoyed it was returned to them, they wanted me to bring you to them so they could repay you accordingly" they smile up anxiously at you

You look hastily back at your room door, there was nothing left for you in this house and the only decent guardian you had was locked in a smelly room and wouldn't come out. Or couldn't come out would be a better way of describing it.

"I'm not sure if I'm aloud to leave", you say hesitantly

"You'll be consumed by the darkness if you don't. And you said yourself that you have nothing to offer anymore, once I leave I won't be able to come back. You'll have no one to take care of you" they say trying to convince you to leave.

You look at the door one more time before making up your mind. You tell the little person to wait while you gathered your socks and a too tight jacket. Your couldn't put on your shoes your feet wouldn't fit the small flats so you left them to the side. Once you're ready in your odd fitting clothes you make your way to the window realizing you couldn't climb up on your own.

"I'm not able to climb up onto the windowsill, I'm too small" you state slightly panicked not wanting to be left in the cursed house alone anymore.

"Throw me one end of a blanket or scarf I'll pull you up on to the windowsill so you can climb down", they say

You go and grab your blanket and open the window as wide as your little hands could reach as you throw one end of the blanket over while holding onto the other. You tell them you're ready as they pull you with surprising strength. You feel your door start rattling once your knees settle on the ledge of the window. Too afraid to look back you put your feet out of the window as you attempt to climb out, once your feet pass the threshold of the house your door burst open and you watch with horror as this dark entity make a grab for your arms which were still gripping the inside ledge. You let go immediately fall out on your bottom. You back away from the house instantly as you hurriedly get up. The entity swirls and swivels at the ledge not coming closer. Your too shocked to move so the Fae child grabs your hands and starts running towards the park down the street which leads into the forest. You try to take in your pretty surroundings as your made to run.

"Come on we need to go somewhere safer", they say

Your mind is racing a mile a second and you can't get your thoughts in order. You can't believe you actually left your house. It's late December and everything is covered in a shimmery layer of frost and snow. It's been a while since you've been outside so you look around mesmerized. The child hurries you along as you try to touch the flowers and plants as you run by. Your socks were soaked by the time you entered the park. It's early morning so you don't see many people around. The air is extremely chilly and you're not dressed for the weather. We get to the edge of the park where they stop at an old stone archway. They look around before kneeling at the entrance and placing their hands down saying odd words. You feel a ripple through the air as the gateway opens. They grasp your hand again as they lead you through it.

You feel as if you've walked through a waterfall of moonlight. You grip their hand tightly, afraid to be alone in a new area. Once you open your eyes you find yourself in front of two ornate ice doors with two guards on either side who were dressed in very flashy clothing. You don't look at them long afraid to see things you don't want to. You're still holding the hand of the child tightly as you wait patiently for them to lead you to the person you were supposed to meet. Your feet were growing numb with the cold as were your hands. You glance at them wondering why they weren't doing anything, they almost seemed worried. They looked back at you and say that this is as far as they can take you and that everything from here you had to deal with yourself, you felt uneasy but nodded your head letting go of their hand. They told you to knock on the door twice and wait patiently for the door to open on its own. You do exactly that while the guards ignored you.

The ornate doors swing open on their own. You're frozen in place as they reveal a beautifully decorated hall with a long ice table filled with odd people. Some appeared to have horns or hooves while others resembled plants and trees. But you'd blink and they would just look like oddly dressed humans again. Your brain was fuzzy from the whiplash in their appearances. The walls were decorated with large snowflakes and icicles. And had winter flowers draped everywhere. You wait for them to allow you to enter. Some looked at you with curiosity while others with disdain. And a couple looked at you salivating making you think they wanted to sink their sharp teeth into you. Your mind was overwhelmed and you wanted to run but there was nowhere for you to go.

"ENTER!!", a woman at the head of the table said. She looked enraged by your presence.

You walk inside filled with fear on your shaky legs, you bow to the table abit clumsily. Remembering what the characters in your book would do when meeting important people. You look up at the woman you told you to enter, maybe because you looked too long you saw branches and thorns growing from head and her eyes were pitch black but you blinked and it was all gone again. She had a scowl on her face as she eyed your appearance, while discussing something with others around her in hushed tones. You looked at the floor in shame and fear. You caught a glimpse of smoke at the edge of the table and your head turns automatically. Your eyes land on a polished, well dressed man but he had a rugged charm about him and a funny looking beard. He had a cigar in his mouth as he returned your gaze with a slight curt nod to follow. You return a small smile while fidgeting with your fingers. The table had started whispering ominously, which caught your attention.

"Come closer child", you look up to see who had beckoned you forward. There sat a man beside the woman who had told you to enter. He was holding the book you had offered and your letter. As you walk closer you begin to see uncanny resemblances. You had some of his features most notably his hair. Maybe he was your uncle? Or a relative of yours you thought. He looked mostly human. His skin would glow an iridescent hue if you looked at it too long though. You stood in front of him about a foot away for safety. The woman beside him threw daggers at you while the man was in awe of your existence.

"You have your mother's eyes", he says lovingly, offering his hand to you. You hesitantly put your small hand in his. He brings you closer to have a better look which further angers the women beside him. "Do you not have the sight like your mother did?", he asks but you just look at him confused as he mumbles to himself. "It's strange you definitely have a seer's eyes but they seemed to be purposely sealed, not completely though. Maybe the spell went wrong, but why would she try to seal your vision? You don't seem to have magic either, maybe it hasn't manifested yet", he talks to himself until he hears your little tummy growl.

"Oh little one, are you hungry? Would you like some food?", You were too shocked by the situation to say anything so the man raises his hands to call someone to bring food. The woman slams her hands on the table before the servant could leave.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!! We will not keep that abomination among our kind!" She seethes at you

"She is my chi.."

"I. DO. NOT. CARE! She is not welcome here! Repay the debt you owe her and send her back", the man looks hurt but can't argue.

"I owe her care as her guardian", he says in a small voice. Everyone could see the rage radiate off the woman's body.

"Let the child decide if she wants your care or not", the man with the cigar speaks up. Everyone turns and looks at him murmuring.

"Where is your mother?, little one", the man holding your hand asks hopefully eyes lighting up much to the annoyance of the woman beside him.

"She's…s-she's gone….", his face dropped at your words, he seemed to understand straight away what you meant, you saw a sinister glint in the woman's eyes as the corners of her cruel lips turned upwards slightly.

"No wonder you wrote these letters for help", he says quietly to himself. "Though I only got to read the last one since the book you offered belonged to me"

Your head was beginning to pound by being in this tense environment, all you wanted to do was go somewhere safe and warm. You were growing tired of reliving this awful memory you spent years suppressing. But you could do nothing but watch through your own eyes as everything unfolds all over again.

"Would you like to stay with me child?", he asked, hopefully trying his best to ignore the venomous daggers being thrown at him by the woman.

All you ever wanted was someone to want and take care of you like your mother used to. But in this current situation you felt like you'd be ripped to shreds once this man claiming to be your guardian turns his back. There were some people that showed sympathy for the man's predicament but the majority looked at you like you were the dirt beneath their feet. You could feel it in your heart if you stayed, you'd spend your every living breath fighting to stay alive in this den of monsters. That was something you didn't wish to live through again. You already had to fight to survive with your previous father; you didn't want to do it again.

"I would like to go back, I can learn to take care of myself", you say softly hoping to diffuse the horrid tension that was building up.

"You heard her send her back", the woman smiles cruelly.

"But I still have to repay you for returning my book", the man insists much to the dismay of the woman. She looked like she was about to claw your eyes out any second.

"It's ok it didn't belong to me to begin with, I don't want anything in return. I'd like to leave, please", the man looks heartbroken at your rejection. Even though in your letter you had asked for food it didn't matter now, you just want to leave this place as soon as possible.

"Do you not require my care as a guardian?", he asks one final time, pain brewing in his eyes.

You politely say no and ask to be returned to the human world safely. You feel a bond break when those words leave your mouth like you just lost a connection.

You see tears whelming up in his eyes but he holds them back.

"Enough with this pointless talk send her away to some human orphanage, she clearly can't return to her dead mother", the women says fed up by the conversation

The man flinches at her harsh words as he goes to guide you outside and probably to the human world but the woman stops him mid step.

"Sit down!", He complied without a word as if he had no choice "Ask one of your servants to take her back instead", she tried to act nonchalantly but you could see the anger in her eyes. The man just looks down sadly and calls one of his servants to take you away to bring to an orphanage. On your way out the man with the cigar gives you a smile and a nod as you leave.

The next few things happen in blur. You're taken through a gateway and brought to an orphanage on the suburbs of the city. The servant leaves you at the gate and bids you farewell. Your vision goes blurry due to the headache you were nursing as you collapse onto the ground

You become aware of your breathing once again, it was shallow and rushed like you were awakening from a nightmare. You tried opening your heavy eyelids but they felt glued shut. You whined and groaned moving your sore limbs trying to gain some consciousness again. Finally you managed to peel back your eyelids with great difficulty, dawn hadn't broken yet so it was still relatively dark. You lay there on your bed recounting your awful dream, which in turn resurfaced the rest of the memories you had suppressed deep under. Causing the floodgates to open. You sobbed into your pillow uncontrollable.

"No.. no..*sob*..It wasn't real…*sobs..no it wasn't real…its not real…it never happened...*cries*…nothing like that happened…they're not real…they're…..not…", you continue repeating the things the orphanage caretakers often said to you. You stayed like that for what felt like ages.

Over the next few hour your suppressed memories slowly returned with more clarity, causing you to spiral in hysteria for prolonged periods of time. Once you had calmed down, unable to cry anymore, you sit up in bed finally coming to terms with what you just witnessed in your dream. Your memory seal had broken, one you placed with the help of your friend years ago. You wanted to live an ordinary life away from her influence. You always had a feeling all the bad things that would happen to you were because of her. Your magic was vibrating through your veins after being released with your memory seal. It was an overwhelming feeling, something you didn't want to feel especially not in your current state. The problem was now you couldn't conceal yourself from the fae. Your unusual magic would alert anyone from the otherworld. The nightmare aside you were slowly regaining memories from last night which served to upset you further remembering the assault you had faced. Your body felt absolutely disgusting, like you wanted to peel off your skin to feel clean again even though you had stopped him before he could do some serious damage. At least he was dead now, which you felt no remorse for. That creature was probably sent by her too. You were more afraid of how to deal with Soap, the Fae adamant on consuming your sister. Was he sent by her to torment you after all these years? To take away the only family you had left? Because they knew they couldn't go after your best friend. She was too smart to be tricked by them. You had hoped staying away from the Fae world would make her forget about you. But after last night's attack and the appearance of Soap so close to each other had your mind reeling for answers.

You get out of bed checking your phone.Your body left like lead and your head was about to topple over. It was 7am now, you had plenty of time to shower and get dressed before meeting your sister at nine. You needed to wash the filth off from yesterday and gain some sanity back in order to face the day. A very turbulent day was ahead of you. Visiting your best friend was the only thing keeping you together for now. Looking forward to seeking refuge in her warded home. You make your way on heavy feet to your bathroom and strip off everything including your choker not wanting to get it wet. You fill the bath with scalding water while you gather essential oils to put in. Some peppermint, eucalyptus and lavender. You sink into the too hot water to soak the dirty feelings off your skin.

Being recognised by the creatures of the otherworld was disastrous, you attracted too much unwanted attention. Which exposed you to darker and more volatile beings. They would either look at you with curiosity as something unique to be possessed or something that needed to be eradicated or consumed for power. You were only ever viewed by them as means to an end. And all you ever wanted was to lead a simple but fulfilling life but the world had other plans for you it seems. You were tired of being punished for being born, it's not as if you had a choice in the matter….You slump your head on the side of the tub. To empty your mind for a while you soak in the water humming to yourself until your fingers prune.

It was nearing nine you were dressed but definitely not mentally prepared to face the world in your current state. Your throat was dry and your hands were trembling. You and your best friend had managed to seal your memory and magic when you were in your early teens. You now occupied an adult body and mind, in your 20s. Your magic was overwhelming your senses and making you extremely sensitive to your surroundings. You were picking up on very minute changes in the atmosphere. Which served to aggravate your migraine. You got up and grabbed everything you needed, you saw no benefit in stalling and decided to rip off the band-aid by just walking out the door and locking it. Even though in your heart you were trembling in fear.

You calmed your nerves the best you could as you text your sister you're on your way to meet her. You walk by your neighbors as you greet them for some reason they wouldn't stop looking at you. The whole walk to the car felt like you had eyes all over your body. It put you on edge, but you had no choice but to get through the day.

You pick up your sister and take her to her favourite stores to buy whatever she needs. It's a grueling two hour avoiding or flat out ignoring the stares you received. You gather all your necessities as well while you're out and about. Not wanting to be in public for too long. You had some Fae discreetly sniff the air as you walked by or so they thought. It was a surreal experience considering you've been living a relatively mundane life before the seal broke. The spikes in your emotions would also affect your magic causing it to ripple in the air alerting more Fae. You needed to get yourself under control! But you were finding it very different having turned into an adult without learning to control it properly. It wasn't like you had anyone to teach you considering the Fae you'd encounter would seek to harm you. You only had yourself to blame, you wanted to seal your magic away to live an ordinary life, that clearly backfired. Your only option now was to go consult your best friend on what to do next and how to manage this situation. At least your sister looked a lot better since yesterday, like she finally got some decent sleep.

You're in her kitchen now helping her restock her pantry and fridge and trying to approach the topic of her new 'friend'. You're trying your best to explain to her as gently as possible that he isn't who he says he is.

"Daisy…. Daisy… I don't…think..your new friendship…is *sigh*...um healthy?... Yeah I don't..i don't think it's healthy…considering how…how quickly your…um letting this person into your life…I don't think it's …safe.. to allow someone into your home so readily. You understand what I'm saying right?", you look at her as you put away the last of the groceries.

"He isn't like that though, I know you don't believe me but you just don't know him like I do",she says with so much conviction.

"You know nothing about him! You can't tell me his name or where he lives or if he has a job or family nearby. Do you ever wonder why he's so interested in your work!", you say slightly frustrated at her dismissal of his red flags

He's just shy! He'll open up to me soon. I've never had someone so interested in my work before no one has ever acknowledged my talents like he does. He gets me you know? He actually listens to my rambling about my plays, he takes a genuine interest in me. He's been nothing but sweet and helpful", she explains.

"Helpful!? He's helpful!? By doing what exactly? Watching you work yourself to exhaustion?", you ask

You pinch your nose in frustration, you weren't getting through to her. You just look down at the counter not knowing what to say next.

"Don't be mad sis… please… he's really kind I promise. It's not his fault I wasn't taking care of myself", she says with sad eyes

You needed to show her his true colours somehow, which wasn't going to be easy. But for now you'll have to make do with making her wear some iron jewellery to keep that leach away. You didn't have any iron jewellery in your possession though, since you yourself couldn't wear it being half Fae and all. It would irritate your skin. He already knew her name which wasn't helping your case. You thought to yourself how many hooks had he placed in her already for her to act like this. This whole situation was just making you emotional unstable which your sister could see.

"Let's go to the park…. like we used to as kids", she says trying to lighten the mood not wanting to see you upset. "It's been years since we went on a picnic, let's prepare some snacks ok?"

You sigh and relent and go about preparing things for a quick picnic with some sandwiches and juice. You both walk out of her apartment building with your tote bag in hand. On your way to the park you yet again feel the stares all over your body causing you to shiver slightly. One particular flower and plant shop was filled with Fae magic. You don't know why you were so drawn to enter it. So you just stood and looked at the display for a while not realising your sister was still walking. She looked back when she saw you weren't following.

"Let's go in they have pretty plants on display, I've been meaning to get a new houseplant", she says beaming at their variety when walking back to where you were.

"Hmm", you simply hum and nod as you two walk in. "Maybe get a snake plant or cactus, they're resilient to neglect"

"Hey! I don't neglect my house plants, I just forget to water them sometimes", she pouts

"That's called neglect", you laugh ignoring the stares you were getting from the 'people' in the shop.

Your sister goes and starts browsing right away oblivious to her surroundings as you carefully look around trying to find the thing that was pulling at your magic. You make your way to a small pot in the corner of the shop where it was damp. There sat a little pot of sweet yellow primroses. It was odd for the flower to be in bloom in the early autumn, but you weren't complaining. The smell of the flower was a bit overwhelming but not necessarily bad you picked it up to go show your sister. You had also gone with your advice and picked a cactus to take care of. You felt eyes follow you as you make your way to the counter.

Looking up your met with two familiar faces. The two partners of the terrifying Fae you encountered at the Renaissance Fair. You look in their eyes realising they recognise you but are a little shocked since you have an odd aura about you that they didn't witness in your previous encounter with them. 'Love' walks over to her boyfriend when he calls for her from where he stands beside his tall friend. Though they didn't really look like friends. You simply smile awkwardly as you put down the pot and cactus to pay for them while your sister stands behind you on her phone.

"Liebling, let me handle this ja", he walks over to her and pushes her behind him, this is when you realise her eyes are like yours as you lock sights with her briefly. Though yours have been sealed for a very long time. She simply nods and goes behind his hulking frame. You wonder how she sees you considering you've never really seen yourself in your true form. You've caught glimpse but they were always followed by extreme migraines. You looked mostly human in your brief glimpses so you hoped your appearance didn't frightened her. The two men look at you with caution as you pay for the goods. As your handed the receipt you glance at a small bowl of simple iron rings.

"Are these for sale?", You ask the man, as they all continue to eye you with intrigue and mistrust.

"They are free to take", he answers in a thick accent you couldn't quite place. There was a deep rumbling that followed in his throat. Which made you think he wanted you gone as soon as possible.

You gingerly grab a ring that you thought would fit your sister, it was definitely uncomfortable to hold and the sting got worse the longer you held it but it wasn't unbearable. You give your sister her cactus and told her as you slipped the ring on her that they gave her a free gift to go along with the purchase. She looked at it and smiled at you kindly. They watch as the people in the shop look at you like you've grown two heads which you ignore, you voice your appreciation for the free gift before as you leave with your sister with eyes following you on your way out.

You've been trying to engage in conversation with her for a while only to receive one word answers or hums as she types away on her phone as you enter the park. You give up as you set up the picnic blanket hoping to tell her to put her phone down to eat.

"Ye put in quite th' effort 'ere", you hear an all too familiar voice as your blood begins to boil. You turn and watch as your sister goes up and try to hug him but he deflected as he smirks down at you from where you're sitting.

"I hope you don't mind. I invited Soap to join us, I thought maybe you two could get to know each other better since you'll probably see each other more often from now on", she says while keeping her love sick eyes trained on him. Ignoring the fact he had dodged her hug.

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