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NCT 00′ LINE HOGWARTS DRABBLE

Part of a Hogwarts Collection Hogwarts!AU Featuring: in this order: Slytherin!Jaemin (18+), Hufflepuff!Jeno, Ravenclaw!Renjun (18+), Slytherin!Haechan, & their respected oc's. Genre: Smut, Fluff Warnings: Overall mature content (18+ only): cursing, making out, oral (f. receiving), Jaemin's mouth is a little dirty, penetration (f. receiving), choking (m. receiving but just barely).

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"Does it snow there?" You ask Slytherin!Jaemin curiously, watching absentmindedly as he packed his bag for his trip home for the holiday break. He would be returning to the muggle world where he lived, and never having been there yourself, you made sure to ask a lot of questions about the place he grew up. Jaemin purses his lips as he thinks of your question, "I mean sometimes, but not nearly as much as it does here. We do get a white Christmas once in awhile though". You nod, moving to fold the sweater he hands you before placing it in his pack.

If you think back even a month ago, you would never in a million years thought you would find yourself in Jaemin's room, let alone in this position. The last and only time you were here was when he had his way with you against the door after that party; you blush just thinking about it. But now, merely lounging on his bed, helping him in a non sexual way feels domestic and it makes your heart flutter as this is what you've come to want with him somewhere along the past year.

"Do you usually do anything for the holidays?" The Slytherin boy asks you. Shrugging in response, you think before answering him, "We usually have dinner as a family. At least once during the break my dad takes us all to a quidditch game. But, my brothers wife is due with their baby soon so we'll see how things change". You smile at him and he smiles in return, loving having the chance to get a peek into your life. The one he wanted to be apart for so long yet did everything he could to push you away. Now he wanted to know everything about you and your life, and so badly wanted to become apart of it himself.

Taking a break from his clothes, he comes to sit next to you on the bed, "Maybe you could come visit me at some point, you know, if you wanted to. Or are able to," He drags on, becoming less and less confident the more he talks. You laugh a little, "I would love that, I've never been to the muggle world before". Jaemin hums, "Well then I can show you everything you need to know".

He takes his nearly full bag that was placed in between you both and sets it on the floor, moving over to take its place. You smile warmly at him, eyes dancing across his face as you feel him place his hand gently on your thigh. His lips quirk into a small smile before he leans in a kisses you, lips softly pressing against yours. It had been awhile since you and Jaemin had done anything sexual, let alone kiss. Upon rebuilding your relationship you both set the boundary of no touching, wanting to have a good basis of clear feelings and emotions without lust getting in the way. But now as the boy kisses you more feverishly, hand running up your thigh to grip your waist, you are reminded it will be awhile before you see him again so crossing this boundary now seems like a better and better idea.

Without moving his mouth from yours, Jaemin guides you back on his bed, your head laying comfortably against his pillow. You start become slightly uncomfortable in the heat of the room, the sweatpants and heavy sweater causing you to sweat, even more so now that Jaemin is running his tongue along yours. As if he was thinking the same this, the Slytherin boys separates himself from you, quickly removing the sweater that was covering his body. You gulp as you take in his bare torso, now that you think about it, you've probably only seen the boy fully naked a handful of times as you both snuck around and were reduced to quickies in weird places like bathrooms.

You were so distracted by the view that you almost forgot about your own heat, only remembering when he leans over you once again, "Wait," you call out which leaves him worriedly looking over you, "Me too," you state bashfully leaning up yourself to remove your own sweater. He smirks a bit before leaning into your lips once more, moving you back to your lying position, one of his hands holding his weight over you while the other wanders of the expanse of your newly exposed skin. His tongue lazily plays with your own as his hand enjoys the warmth of your skin, moving up in down in a way that almost tickles you.

Finally, his hand comes up to your bra, fumbling firmly with your chest. Having enough of him touching you over the fabric, you quickly break away, removing the clothing without a word. At the sight of your bare chest, the Slytherin boy's eyes darken, a slight groan escaping his lips as he leans forward to capture yours again. Jaemin only kisses you once before he starts a trail of kisses down the rest of your body, leaving his wake down your jaw, neck, collarbone, until he finally reaches your chest.

He litters your chest in small pecks before finally giving in and letting his tongue run over one of your harden nipples. Your eyes roll up to look at the ceiling, mouth slightly part to let out the soft noises Jaemin prys from you as his tongue swirls around the bud before encasing it full in his mouth. He moves to do the same to the other before continuing his trail, kissing down your stomach to the hem of your pants. "I really want to taste you, baby," He speaks into your skin and you move your head in order to look down at him shimming himself further between your legs. "Will you let me eat you out?" he hums out, "I promise I'll make you feel so good," his fingers tugs at your waistband. You nod furiously at the offer, face flushed from the crude words leaving his mouth.

He hums in delight at your confirmation, sitting up only to remove your sweats and everything underneath it, then making himself comfortable once again between your legs, this time with you completely bare. Jaemin grips your things, leaning closer to your core, "My pretty baby," he praises as he moves forward using long licks of his tongue to spread the wetness from both you and him. The moans leaving your mouth sound almost desperate as he starts focusing his attacks on your clit, fingers carefully placed to spread you and expose it completely as the tip of his tongue flicks along it continuously.

Though your eyes have been shut for awhile now, Jaemin keeps his eyes locked on your face even as his mouth continues to work on you. "Taste so good," he hums leaning to kiss your clit before speaking again, "So good for me, want to eat you all day". You let out a whimper, eyes fluttering open to look into his. He holds your gaze, mouth moving closer to your core as he spits directly on your clit, holding your gaze he leans forward taking the now swollen bud fully into his mouth, lips sucking you in. The feeling in enough for you to throw your head back once again, "Jaemin," you call out and you're aware how desperate it sounds but it's all overwhelming, the touch, his tongue, his words, Jaemin as always had a way to make your fall apart at an insane rate.

You move to grip his forearms that still hold your thighs, eager to have a grip on anything to help you feel grounded as he continues to suck and tongue at you. Jaemin pulls up for only a moment, "C'mon, pull my hair, baby," he dips his tongue to noisily slirp at the wetness collecting by your hole causing you to clench, "Wanna feel your hands in my hair while I eat your pussy," he murmurs against you. "Oh my gosh," groan, doing what he says and running your hand through his hair, giving it a pull when he finds your sensitive clit once more. Jaemin lets out a groan at the roughness of your pulls, the sound vibrating into your core.

As the Slytherin boy pulls his mouth away from you, you think you have time to catch your breath, but as you cast your eyes downwards, you know that's not the case. Though Jaemin's mouth was taking a break from you, you found it was not occupied with a couple of his fingers. He takes a moment to wet them efficiently before moving them both to circle at your entrance that was left dripping from his previous endeavors. He takes a moment to look up at you, smirking as his fingers work merely running in circles, "You're so wet I think I can slip two of them in right away," Your head falls back onto his pillow unable to meet his gaze, face flushing even more at his words. His starts pressing kisses to the inside of your thighs as two of his fingers slip smoothly into you. Mouth opening to let out a groan at the intrusion, you're pleasantly surprised by the feeling of the stretch. Jaemin had only prepped you with his tongue before hand but taking his fingers now seemed easy with the amount of wetness he drew out from you beforehand.

Jaemin groans into your thigh, watching as you take his fingers with ease. "Knew you could take it, baby" he gets out in a deep voice. "Your hole is taking me so well I bet I could slip a third one in now with no problem". You know he's right, "Yes, yes, more," you chant out, head so clouded with lust you can't even form proper sentences anymore. "More?" Jaemin hums, continuing to leave kisses on your thigh, "Need to be full so bad, huh?" He complies to your request, slipping a third finger inside of you, causing your eyes to roll back from pleasure. "Fuck, that's my baby," he mumbles in your thigh, lost in the pleasure of the visuals of you.

He enjoys the slower pace for awhile, and he can tell you do as well from the sounds constantly leaving your mouth, but eventually he decides to fulfill his mission. He nibbles on your inner thigh before soothing it with his tongue, "Gunna make you cum, baby," and you know it won't be a problem when he starts moving his fingers faster inside of you, "Want that? Want to cum around my fingers?". Jaemin asks before moving his tongue to flick at your clit in a rhythm that matched his fingers. "Jaemin," you moan out, "Please don't stop," you get out, more desperate than every to reach your high. Your hands tighten their grip, one in his hair and the other on his forearm which still held one of your thighs into place. As Jaemin quickened his pace even more, the sounds of your wetness filled the room in a way that you would have considered embarrassing if you weren't so focused on the pleasure that came with it. And within a short time, a mixture of Jaemin's fingers and his tongue finally brought you over the edge.

You cum with a load desperate moan, pleasure clouding your brain and blurring your vision. Your whole body tingles at how intense it is and you can't hear anything but a loud ringing in your ears. As you regain an ounce of your feeling, you whimper at your sensitive state, using your grip on his hair to pull his mouth away from you.

"There you go," Jaemin talks into your thigh as he removes his fingers from you. "My pretty baby, you did so well". You blush at the softness of Jaemin's words, it was something you were not used to, especially during sex. He starts a trail of kisses your body, returning from the way he came from. Your stomach, your chest, your collarbone, your neck, your jaw, until he finally pauses in front your lips, a small smile lingering on his face. You return his smile, still trying to regain your breath, letting out a small giggle when you take note of the wetness surrounding his mouth. You blush as you reach up in an attempt to wipe it off.

Jaemin laughs at you, leaning forward to kiss your lips softly a couple of time, "How was it?". "Amazing," you say bashfully and he laughs at your shy state. "Good," he starts, "I wanted to make sure you knew how beautiful and amazing you are". You smile at him, it was no secret that past times with Jaemin, while out of this world, sometime his dirty mouth could be quite mean. But in the case of having sex, you can't say it was something that you minded. However, you understand that Jaemin wanted to start off this new sexual relationship with you was built of his true feelings.

"You were great," you start, but wanted to stay honest, "But, in the future, if you wanted to be a little mean, that's okay too" You say softly with a blush. Jaemin laughs loudly, leaning in to kiss your cheek, "Noted". You reach around him to pull his bare chest into yours, "Only during sex though, just because I like to be pushed around during sex doesn't mean I'll take it outside of the bedroom". Jaemin smiles, hand coming up to move some of your hair out of your face. "Of course," he gives your lips another peck, "I'll spend the rest of our time making everything up to you".

"Hey!", you look down the hallway as someone draws your attention and smile when you see Hufflepuff!Jeno walking up to you. You stood outside the Ravenclaw common room, having planned to meet Jeno here before lunch started. Today was your final day at Hogwarts as everyone would leave for the holidays tomorrow morning and you would return the muggle world for break.

The smiling boy walks closer to you and you notice he has he hands placed behind his back, "Hey," you reply back and give him a questioning look. He merely raises his eyebrows, "Want to head inside?" He refers to the common rooms, as the school was technically on break, rules involving the other houses weren't really enforced by anyone and the students enjoyed hanging out in the other common rooms with their friends without sneaking around.

You invite him into the mostly empty room with a smile, enjoying how he takes in the place with awe. You lead him over to another empty room, taking a seat on the couch in front of the fire, patting the spot beside you beckoning him to join. He sits beside you looking stiff despite the fact that he's smiling at you. "So," you begin, "Why do you look like you're hiding something". Jeno looks shocked for a moment before he lets out a chuckle, warmth coming up to turn his ears red.

"Well seeing as I won't see you again until after break, I brought you a present". He says a you can't help but look shocked for a moment, sure gift giving is common during this time but now you feel horrible for not getting him anything. He finally removes his hands from behind his back, showing what he had been hiding the whole time. "Ta-da," he speaks softly, revealing a small bouquet of blue flowers and a small box that was messily wrapped with effort.

Your breath hitches at the sweetness of the thought and you smile up at him, moving to take the items into your own hands, "Forget me nots," You name the flower, bringing them up to your nose to smell before taking in the beauty of them once more. Jeno blushes but nods, "I hope you like them, I didn't really know which flowers you actually like, but I thought these were pretty, plus they're blue..." he trails on and you let out a laugh. "I love them, thank you so much. You didn't have to get anything for me at all". The Hufflepuff boy nods, shoulders finally relaxing, "I know, but you've done so much for me over the past semester I really wanted to thank you and show you how grateful I was. I probably wouldn't have been able to graduate if it weren't for you".

You tilt your head, taking Jeno in as he talks, in awe of his thoughtfulness. "Well it was my pleasure, I never tutored someone who put so much effort in so thank you, and you should be proud of yourself for how hard you worked".

Jeno returns your smile, eyes smiling along with him, but suddenly moves over to stop your hand that reached to unwrap your gift. He turns bashful yet again, "Sorry, actually I was wondering if you could wait till you got home to open that". You look a little shocked but nodded understandingly, "Of course," you smile at him, moving to place the box carefully on the table across from the couch. "I wrote a letter to you that's in there, I was thinking maybe that could be the first one that you respond to". He refers to the fact that you both agreed to keep in touch via letters over the break. "I'm looking forward to it," You smile at him, leaning further into the couch, bring your legs up in order to get more comfortable. "So do you have any plans over break?" You ask him as he follows in suit of your, getting more comfortable. "Not much, I usually just lounge around the house and enjoy sleeping in. I help my parents around the house when they don't work, I usually make time to practice quidditch with a couple of my teammates too." "Oh!" he continues, "I also visit Jaemin at his house every year as well". You smile adoringly at him, "It sounds like a good way to spend break to me. And don't forget now you have to write to me too". You tease him and he chuckles, "I would never forget. Do you have any plans? Besides sending me letters everyday?" He jabs at you and you reach over to gently pinch his ear. "My grandparents have a lot of holiday traditions they make sure they celebrate with my siblings and I every year so I do enjoy that, getting to see them after being here most of the year is great. I usually visit Hyunjin at some point too". You reach over and pinch his cheeks when he starts pouting.

"Hey don't be pouty," You laugh at him, hands staying placed on his cheeks. "I'm not," he tries to mumble out even though your hands squishing his cheeks makes it hard to speak. You hum, eyes lingering over his face before Jeno notices they fall to his lips and and stay there. He can't help the pounding of his heart when you start to lean in.

Unable to help yourself, you lean in a place your lips against Jeno's, hands still holding his face in place as your eyes shut and let your lips linger for a moment against his. Pulling away slowly, you smile at him, removing your hands from his face and reaching to hold his own instead. Jeno clears his throat, "Wow," his face is red as he speaks, "Not gunna lie, I really thought I would be the one initiating our first kiss". You laugh at him shaking your head, "Sorry, I couldn't resist". You smile. "Hey I'm not complaining". He chuckles and you can't help to lean in and place your lips against his once again, this time they stay pressed together longer and your begin to tilt your head in order to better accommodate the kiss.

Jeno hums as he deepens the kiss, becoming more comfortable with the feeling of his lips moving against yours. You let your hands move from his face, falling to rest gently on his chest. Jeno moves his own hands to rest on your waist, using them to guide you closer to him. Jeno takes the time to smoothly run his tongue over your lip, silently hoping you would reciprocate and he hadn't moved to fast. And much to his pleasure, you open your own lips slightly in order to allow his tongue in to meet your own. The Hufflepuff feels like he's on cloud nine. Snuggled up next to a fire, about to go on vacation, making out with you. He doesn't think life could get much better than this.

"I'm going to throw up, I'm not even joking".

You and Jeno pull away from each other, in shock at the interruption. Upon looking over the couch you notice Hyunjin standing there with a disgusted look on his face. You let out a chuckle, trying to calm your pounding heart when you realize it's just your friend, "You scared me". you tell him. Jeno is torn between feeling embarrassed and absolutely annoyed with Hyunjin for barging in and ruining his time with you. He lets out a huff, especially now as Hyunjin looks him over looking absolutely appalled. "You're both disgusting, and you're going to miss lunch so if you could stop sucking face and go to the dining hall that'd be great".

You shake your head, but stand up anyways, moving to collect your flowers and gift box, "Let me put these away and I'll meet you there". Hyunjin glances down at the gifts in your arms, "He got you presents too? You're really lucky I haven't eaten yet or else the food would have been all over the ground by now". You roll your eyes at how dramatic he's being, "Shut up". You turn to smile at Jeno, "Shall we?" He smiles back at you, moving to stand alongside you, "Let's go".

It was just after dinner time and darkness had completely fallen over the Hogwarts castle. Students roamed lazily around the halls and in common rooms, enjoying the peacefulness of the night before the chaos that would come in the morning trying to catch the Hogwarts Express.

As for you, you were glad you were able to convince your roommates to leave the room for a couple of hours so that you could invite Ravenclaw!Renjun over. It may have been selfish, but you would be damned if you couldn't have him once more before you both left for break tomorrow.

That's how you found yourself in this position now, completely naked on top of your boyfriend who was equally as bare, rutting yourself against his cock as you both lazily made out. Finally having enough, you sat up, "Okay, hurry and get the rubber thing," you speak getting impatient. Renjun groans at you, moving to rummage through the box hidden under your bed, "How many times do I have to tell you, it's called a condom". You roll your eyes at him, "Does it really matter," you mutter watching as he leans back up, opening the small package. "I mean practicing safe sex is important so it's also good to know the proper names of everything," he mumbles half paying attention as he tugs on his cock a few times before moving to place the condom.

Though he doesn't look at you, you send him a glare, "How about we don't talk about this right now," you state moving to straddle over him once he situates himself back on your bed. You lean down, capturing his mouth in a messy kiss that is more tongue than it is lips and reaching between you both to find his cock, grabbing it and running the tip of it between your folds. Once you've had enough of your own teasing, you line him up perfectly before sinking down slowly on him. Your mouth opens at the feeling of having your boyfriend inside of you and he groans against your mouth.

"Fuck," Renjun groans, eyes closing with pleasure as you engulf him completely. You hum once you get used to the feeling of him, moving your hands to brace yourself against his chest so that you can start moving on top of him. Renjun groans out your name as you start riding him faster, mouth falling open and eyes coming up to meet yours as you smirk down at him. "You look so pretty, Junnie," you let out, sounding only slightly breathless. Your boyfriend only moans in response, hands roaming slowly up your thighs and around your back to grab onto your ass, grip tightening in order to help move you along. Your own hands begin to wander, taking in the smooth skin of his chest and up to his shoulders. Eventually, one of your hands comes up to grip gently around his neck, not applying pressure but just there for both of you to enjoy the placement. "Shit," He lets out from beneath you, his brown eyes rolling back as he begins to thrust his hips upwards impatiently.

Leaning down, you capture Renjun's lips once more with your own, kissing him roughly, only pulling away slightly to moan against his lips when his thrust begin to angle perfectly. As your grip falls from his neck, Renjun tightens his grip on you, sitting up and moving you both to place your on your back as he takes his place between your legs.

You smile at him as he takes a moment to run his hand through his hair. You open your arms dramatically to beckon him forward and he laughs at the action, finally leaning down, chest pressed against yours though leaning on his forearms to allow him to easily thrust into you. You let out a whine as he starts moving again, regaining a rhythm that feels good for the both of you. Moving your arms to embrace him you let your hands wander to the ends of his hair, playing with it slightly as your eyes close of the pleasure. "Fuck, Renjun," you whine out desperately as his hips speed up knowing he finally found the right angle.

The sounds leaving your mouth become more needy as your stomach tightens more and more with the overwhelming pleasure. "I love you," You let out to your boyfriend causing him to groan, head falling into your neck as he concentrates on getting you both to your end. "I love you. So beautiful. I love you, I love you," he mumbles back to you as he reaches down between you both to rub your clit in rhythm to his hips. You cum with a cry, hands scratching and gripping desperately against Renjun's back as he groans at the assault. Only moments later he finishes along with you, deeply thrusting to ride it out before carefully removing his weight from his forearms and completely on to you.

Some minutes later you find yourself blissfully wrapped in his sweater, under the covers, legs intertwined with his while you arms wrapped tightly around his neck. You lay comfortably against his chest while he head lay atop yours, his hands smoothing down your hair. The post-sex sleepiness was definitely running through your body, but you enjoy this pillowtalk with your boyfriend too much to let it completely consume you.

"You're still coming the week of Christmas, right?" he asks what seems like the hundredth time but you reassure him nonetheless. "Yes, my love," you mumble into his chest. "And don't forget the week before you're supposed to come to mine". "How could I forget," he chuckles, "That reminds me, you have to help me pick out a birthday present to give your brother". You scoff at him, "Please you could literally give him anything from the muggle world and he would find you even more amazing than he already does".

"Hey don't be jealous," he states "He just looks up to me because I'm the cool older sibling he never got to have". You pull away from his chest slightly to glare up at him, "Ha ha, so funny". Renjun laughs at you, "I'm sorry. I love you," he says moving forward to leave a kiss on your hair. You hum, "I love you too". He says nothing but continues to play with the softness of your hair so you look up at him once more. "I'm serious," you say again desperate to get your point across, "I love you. I really love you, Renjun". He smiles fondly at you, leaning forward to peck your lips, "I know". He says simply and you know he does so you lean forward into his chest once more, finally letting sleep come over you.

The hustle and bustle of the train station never failed to make you anxious, gripping your suitcase tightly you tried to take deep breaths and find a place to stand that would get you out of the way of the rushing students around you.

"They're always so relentless," Slytherin!Haechan scoffs from where he walks beside you, a boy rushing beside him having just rammed into his shoulder. He glances at you and you give him a small smile. Seeing a small corner tucked away from the chaos but still close enough to the entrance of the train car, Haechan pulls you over gently by your arm, making sure to maneuver out of everyone's way.

"There," he says smiling down at you as you finally have your own space. You return the smile, placing your bag on the floor beside you. "Got everything?" He asks even though he helped you check off your packing list. You can't help but giggle as you nod at him, "And you don't usually take the train?" You ask him. Haechan purses his lips and shakes his head, "Nope, I've only taken it maybe three times over the last seven years". You furrow your eyebrows, "How come?" "My parents always take the chance to come and hang out at Hogsmeade and reminisce and tell us a bunch of stories before we go home. They're Hogwarts sweethearts". You look curiously at him upon hearing the term, "They met at school here?" He nods, "Yep. They met first year and started dating fifth year and they've been together with me and my siblings ever since". Smiling you can't help but be in awe at the cute story, "They must have some cool stories then".

He smiles back, "Oh yeah, and they're never ending too, I'll have to tell you some, sometime". You blush at the thought, moving your eyes to avoid his gaze but nod in agreement. Haechan only smirks before continuing, "What about your parents?" "Actually they met in school too, like your parents. However, I don't think any of their stories are as cool as any your parents have". You laugh a little and Haechan joins along, "I don't know about that, you'll have to share some with me too". You nod bashfully in agreement.

"Are you excited to see them?" He asks, moving to lean comfortably against the wall. Your smile suddenly brightens as you think about it, "I really am. I always love to tell them everything, you know since all this is new to them, so I love sharing what I learn, it's a lot of fun". Haechan smiles at your excitement, especially since it's revolving around your magic and you being proud to share it openly around your family.

"I bet they are so impressed with everything you're doing," he says and you seem caught off guard, "I-", you stop, shrugging not sure how to continue. "They are". he finishes for you, smiling proudly at you.

Suddenly the loud whistle from the train sounds off around the station, acting as the first warning for its departure. "Well, I guess I should get going," you say moving to lift up your bag once more. Haechan nods at you, "Don't forget to write me," he points, making sure you remember your promise to keep in touch over break. You nod but look slightly confused, "Yeah, I just," you sigh, "The owl will know where to bring the letter?" The Slytherin boy laughs at you, "Yes, my owl. She'll take our letters back and forth". Yet you still look confused, "But how will she know when I'm ready to send a letter? Or how does she know where to go? Will it work in the muggle world?" Haechan's heart pinches at the thought that this is your first time sending or receiving letters over your six years at the school but he tries not to dwell on it, happy he can be the first. He leans over and pokes his finger into your forehead, "You can literally turn into a deer and you're worried about receiving a letter?"

You blush, laughing at the realization, "I guess you're right". The whistle blows once more and you smile at him with a sigh, "Okay, I'll leave now". He raises his eyebrows at you as you turn to leave. Only a second later you turn back around with a confused look on your face, "Actually, I don't even know your address, and how will I summon your owl when I'm ready?" You genuinely look stressed.

Haechan shakes his head as you continue to ramble, "Maybe you should send the first letter, that way I know what to do. But will I have to respond within a certain time if your owl is waiting for me?" You look up at him with your doe eyes and he lets out a sign. Much to your surprise and shock, and honestly his as well, Haechan leans forward and places his lips gently on the corner of your mouth. Not quite touching your lips, but close enough to have your eyes widen and face burn.

He pulls away with a smile, moving his hand to run down your arm and give your hand a squeeze when he reaches it. "Don't worry, okay? I'll send the first letter and in it I'll explain everything you have to do to reply". He gives you a reassuring nod, and you nod back as you take in his words. You gulp, taking in a breath and silently thanking yourself for containing any transformations despite the shock of his peck. You give him a smile, rushing forward to embrace him in a hug, surprising you both. "Thank you for everything Haechan," you say in his ear, "For everything you've done for me the past semester. I don't know where I would be without you. Thank you for being understanding and supportive. And thank you for being my first friend here in this new world".

Haechan gulps at your speech, reaching around you to pull you tighter into him. "You're amazing," he says your name softly, "I just want to help you realize that". Upon hearing the train once again, you squeeze him tighter before letting go, knowing you were running out of time. You send him another smile, "I look forward to you letter".

The Slytherin boy watches with a smile as you turn around, nearly jogging to make in onto the train. It's been a crazy semester for him at Hogwarts and despite how hard it was, he wouldn't trade it for the world. It was a difficult couple of months, not realizing what the deep secret he revealed would spiral into, not realizing what it would gain him.

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saturnpanther · 7 months

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I think everyone is doing Austria a disservice when they write him as a prudish blushing flower, and not as a manipulative bitch who has mastered weaponized sexuality. YES he's an uptight snob, but when you look at the history of Austria's military alliances there is a lot of calculated moves based around arranged unions instead of (or to subdue) all out wars. It's much more fun imo to see Roderich as someone who can seduce you into a strategic marriage for the sake of saving his own ass.

#Not a military historian just an art historian #so I am by no means an authority #just an annoying lady w gay sex on da brain #hetalia #aph austria #hws austria #roderich edelstein #okay coming back to say #this is what made me stop reading a very well known and liked pruaus fic 2 chapters before the ending #the rest of the fic was amazing!#but let roddy FUCK

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chaosfantasmic · 3 months

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Lu fandom I love you to death but PLEASE write centric about other characters BESIDES WILD I'm begging y'all. Like yea he's good, he has trauma and stuff like that but what about SKY The guilt of starting everything and getting told "you suck bitch" to his FACE And wind who had to stab a man and save his sister at 12 and wars like yea wild has war trauma but what about WARS ITS IN HIS NAME I love wild but y'all use him WAY TOO MUCH, and water him down to "funny depressed gender man that sets things on fire" and ignore the fact that he's actually pretty mature sometimes. Like yea there's a bunch of interesting things you can do with him but be honest HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE DONE THAT ALREADY What about Times magic, wars not being canon, four and the minish, Sky and oh my god the OPPORTUNITIES y'all miss with this man. And its sad bc if wild isn't your favorite in the fandom, then your basically in the trenches when it comes to finding good centric fics for literally ANY other character. No hate to y'all wild lovers out there, but as a wars fan, good angst for this man is like a delicacy. I love wild when he acts like how he does in the comics, a little chaotic but still mature. Y'all don't have to hate him I sure don't, but there are so many missed opportunities yall dont use over something that's arguably been done a million times.

(but pls don't go harass wild fans after this that won't solve anything)

#legend of zelda #linked universe #linked universe wild #lu wild #linkeduniverse #please im begging #Maybe its bc the fandom is full of ppl who only played botw and totk and literally nothing else but hw is on the switch #And for a while botw and totk were the only games I played and I did like wild #But then I discovered wars ON MY OWN and I liked him ALOT #But he got screwed over bc his game isn't canon and nobody really knows abt it #That and he gets watered down to “fruity pretty man”#Its fine if you do that for funny memes and stuff cause there yknow memes #But for an angst fic?

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fatuismooches · 6 months

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There's just something really cute about being the segments' firsts. Their first hand-holder, first kiss, first hug, first date. They all have memories of you from which their creator imbued into them, but they didn't actually do those things with you. It's not their specific memories. It was merely Prime's memories from that stage of his life with you. So, in reality, they're all kind of... sad little clones who haven't felt the touch of love in their entire lives. Solely fulfilling their duty as one of Prime's segments. The affection they remember never actually being experienced by them personally. The feelings never actually felt by them.

The younger segments especially get more worked up about it. Especially when they see you being so blatantly affectionate with Prime. Oh, how they wish that could be them. That you could give them the time of day too. It ends up frustrating them to the point where they nearly break equipment in the process. The older segments are more aware of their place, so they don't show their urges much outwardly, but that doesn't mean they aren't disappointed.

When you finally get comfortable enough around them, they're tripping over themselves to figure out how to persuade you best so that you'll spend them with them instead of the other segments. So that they'll receive lots of kisses and your attention will solely be on them, for the first time since their creation date. (Would you care to join me in dissecting a body, dearest? No, [Name] would much prefer to examine Ruin Guards with me! As if. They would much rather help me out in the lab instead.)

Once you give them a taste of what you have to give, there's no going back. Because the thing about being their firsts, is that they'll demand for you to be their seconds, thirds, and fourths as they truly can't be enough. They might suffocate you, but you'd like that, wouldn't you? You have two hands, shoulders, a lap, a back, and more for a reason!

#smooches talks #dottore love notes <3 #gives them all a little kiss #haiii guys i spent all evening doing math hw. so am tired #im going sleep now <3 #i have exams again soon ... but ive been working on my fic here and there #its erm... already 12k+ words and i have sm left to write. i hope u guys like super long fics #pls send help

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anna-scribbles · 3 months

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thirteen update 🌿👩🏼‍🌾🏚️🫢

chapter 4: January

chapter summary:

He pictured her face the last time he’d seen it, cheekbones peeking through smooth skin, smile taut over bone-white teeth. They would tell him, right? If something happened?

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The thing about haunted houses is that “haunted” is a really vague descriptor, and it’s passive, which is just bad writing, honestly. There’s no indicator as to who’s doing the haunting, and how often, and why. There’s no real criteria for what “haunting” even means. A person can be haunted by a ghost, or their past, or the memory of eating bad sushi. A house can’t remember its past. It certainly can’t eat sushi. And Adrien’s not even confident that ghosts are real. (If you’d asked him that question about ten years ago, he’d have said no. But finding out that magic is real—and that you’re not—has a way of dampening your certainty of such things.)

Anyway, haunted houses are stupidly and imprecisely named. And if Adrien wanted to use an edgy metaphor to conceptualize the way his past won’t un-sink its twelve-year-old-molars from his throat, he’d just go back to thinking about forced heirship again.

(“—it’s non-negotiable,” the woman from the city had explained. “Property is passed down automatically to biological offspring upon death. You have been the primary owner of the estate since the previous owner, Emilie Agreste, died in—”)

Mostly, the house is just damp and cold and musty. Mostly, it’s just a monument to how excessively wasteful one absurdly rich and evil family can be. No delusions of haunting can be blamed for that. Adrien doesn’t even want to guess at how much money was poured into this place, only for it to get dilapidated by years of moisture and infamy.

(Ten-year-old paintings shouldn’t be sticky when you touch them. Layers of finely-detailed brushstrokes shouldn’t flake off and smear away at the brush of your fingernails, especially when there isn’t even anything underneath.)

It was always a terrible place for art, this house. His parents were collectors more than appreciators of any of it, buying up pretty things just to own them. Hang them here, where no one else would see. And it seems now that water damage has picked up where his parents left off, ensuring that no one else will ever enjoy them again.

(Of course there was nothing underneath. There’s never anything underneath, no matter how deep he digs. He should know that by now.)

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#ml #miraculous ladybug #ml fic #thirteen #my art #adrien agreste #emilie agreste #DONE IT'S DONE #okay I HAVE to go do hw now #happy february it's january etc etc #the feb chapter WILL be done earlier I can feel it in my bones. I just know

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unhetalia · 1 month

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I want... Arthur protecting Alfred from a physical threat in a way that demonstrates that despite Arthur mellowing out and prefering tea and biscuits to battle and conquest he has Not Lost His Edge.

#ukus #usuk #hetalia #aph #hws #hetalia world series #hws england #hws america #aph england #aph america #i might write a short fic tho life is SO BUSY #i have some ideas but its nearly midnight #✎#m: hetalia #hetalia: fic plot #s: england/america

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citric-acid-rain · 12 days

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woe red bull b upon ye

#couldnt decide w or w/o the smile it was lowk terrifyin but lookin again shoulda done worse coulda made it better #wish i got the can w a pic of f1 driver max verSTOP HIM on the front wouldve been funnierDU DU DUDU‼️‼️‼️ MAX VERSTAPPEN DUDU DUDU‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️#red bull save me… save me red bull……#been doin all sortsa hw for tests + projects comin up literally all in the same week im feelin like this pic #jfc the f1 fixation is strong boys… rip deleted ttcc f1 au u will always b famous… rip graham payser tomato breakdown u were top tier..#every family has their cycles… man………….#that fic made me so mentally iDU DU DUDU‼️‼️‼️ MAX VERSTAPPEN‼️#ttcc #toontown corporate clash #graham payser #toontown pacesetter #graham ness payser #pacesetter #cogblr #corporate clash

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senditothemoonn · 10 months

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Small shitty comic inspired by What the Heart Forgets that really doesn’t do the beautiful series any justice but I thought I’d post anyway !

For context: the fic is a heart-wrenching reincarnation au in which Arthur is the only one who remembers their previous lives as nations. In this scene, Francis comes across an object from their past in Arthur’s attic and, for a moment, remembers who ‘Arthur’ really is - or used to be. This scene in particular broke my heart and I really wanted to draw something based on it 💔

Also shoutout to @oumaheroes and their equally heart-wrenching fic The Grace of Forgetting from the same au, without which I wouldn’t have found the original !

#my art #francis bonnefoy #hws france #arthur kirkland #hws england #ukfr #fruk #hws fruk #hws #hetalia #idk if this will make any sense if you haven’t read the fic but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#I’ve just been having feels recently #and needed to get them out #je suis pas sûr de la traduction donc n’hésitez pas à me corriger

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skyward-floored · 1 month

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Imagine if at some point after finding out about his true heritage HDW Wars gets sick but with every sneeze he accidentally sneezes fire and no one can figure out how to stop it.

So I don't know if I want this to be how Zelda actually finds out but I couldn't resist writing this—

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"No no, seriously, don't go in there!" Mask says with an increasing amount of panic, moving to block Zelda's path to Link's tent. "He's like, uh, he's really sick! Like, like throwing up and coughing and sneezing on everything, it's super gross! You don't want to go in there!"

Zelda raises an eyebrow.

“Mask, I'm more then well-aquainted with 'super gross sickness', as you put it. It’ll take more then that to stop me from visiting Link.”

“But... you might get sick!” Mask quickly argues, and Zelda considers for a moment. Then she continues forward.

“That’s true. But I doubt five minutes to wish Link well and check up on him will hurt anything."

"W-well, he," Mask splutters as Zelda strides past, "he, he doesn't want to see you!"

"Oh, is that so?" Zelda asks a tad mischeviously. "Funny, a minute ago you said Proxi was busy and that Link was so sick he could barely speak. How is it that you know what he wants?"

"Uh... that was before he couldn't speak," Mask quickly adds, but Zelda merely strides around him, nearly to the entrance of Link's tent. "Wait wait wait!"

Zelda pauses with her hand on the flap, looking down at Mask, who's still trying to block her while sporting a very odd expression on his face.

"...Is anything I say going to keep you out?" he asks, sounding like he already knows the answer.

"I'm afraid not."

Mask grimaces.

"Well... alright. If he asks, tell him I tried, and don't say I didn't warn you," he mutters, and steps aside. "You might wanna watch your hair."

Zelda raises an eyebrow, but Mask doesn't elaborate, and she enters the tent.

The first thing she notices is the smell of smoke in the air, just thick enough to be noticeable upon entering. The small lantern lit on the table doesn’t seem big enough to make the tent smell as smoky as it does, but nothing else seems to be on fire, and her attention is quickly drawn to the cot in the corner.

Link looks miserable, curled up under a thin blanket, dressed in only his undertunic and pants, and shivering hard enough that Zelda can see it from where she stands. Tune is sitting next to him with a bucket at his feet, and the sailor looks just as worried as she feels.

Tune looks up as she walks in, startles, then turns a glare on Mask.

"Mask, you—"

"I know, I know. Look she has to find out eventually, why not now?" Mask huffs, crossing his arms.

"He didn't want her to find out like this, he wanted to actually tell her," Tune hisses, and Mask has the decency to look a bit guilty.

"Have me find out what, exactly?" Zelda interrupts, and Tune and Mask both look at her, strange expressions on their faces. Neither of them gets a chance to speak though, as Link suddenly groans, and screws his face up.

“...Uh oh.”

"Hit the deck!" Mask yelps, and Zelda has just enough time to wonder what in the name of the goddesses is going on before Link lets out a loud sneezing cough.

Which sends a small burst of flame straight across the tent.

Zelda jumps back in surprise, and Tune quickly grabs the bucket at his feet and splashes water on the part of her skirts that ended up catching the edge of Link’s flames.

Smoke drifts from Zelda's now-doused skirt, and Link groans, Tune gently patting him on the head.

Zelda stares.

“How on earth..?” she breathes, and Tune and Mask look up at her, then at each other. “Is he all right? Is this a curse? How is it that he’s breathing fire?”

“Sneezing fire, technically,” Mask corrects, and Tune elbows him.

“Look, it’s... it's a little hard to explain,” Tune says carefully, and Zelda crosses her arms, suspicions suddenly raised.

“Was this one of you two’s faults?”

“No! Of course not! Look, it’s just...” Tune says, obviously struggling, and Mask sighs and gestures to Link.

“Turns out his dad is Volga,” he says simply.

Zelda blinks.

“Link’s... father. Is Volga. The dragon knight.”

Mask and Tune nod.

“That’s the one,” Mask says.

A lot of odd things that’ve happened in the past month suddenly add up in Zelda's head, strange looks, awkward avoidances, the uncertain glint that sometimes appears in Link's eyes. Zelda had assumed most of that was because of her hiding Sheik's identity (and she does still feel guilty about that), but Volga being Link's father...

Zelda’s head spins, but she doesn’t have time to ask further questions, as Link drags his eyes open with a groan.

“Captain?” Tune asks, and Link looks at him, face haggard with exhaustion. His gaze drifts around the tent, pausing on Mask for a moment, then drifting past him and settling on Zelda. Link stares at her, startles, then pushes himself upward, raising a hand in a shaky salute before Mask shoves him back down.

“Your Highness,” he croaks, and Zelda winces at how painful his voice sounds.

“At ease Link, you don’t need to treat me like that,” she assures, almost wishing she was still in disguise as Sheik. Link was never so concerned with protocol around her then. “Especially not while you’re sick.”

“‘S just a cough,” he rasps, and Tune sighs.

“Yeah, a cough that’s making you sneeze fire. Not exactly ‘just’ a cough.”

Link hums in a croaky way, then he startles as he realizes just what Tune has said, and looks at Zelda. Blue eyes meet blue, and Zelda can practically see the thoughts running rampant through Link's head.

"Y-your Highness, I'm—"

"Link," Zelda interrupts, her voice gentle. "Tune and Mask already told me. You don't need to hide it."

She sees him swallow, and Tune pushes his head back down to his pillow, a little frown appearing on his face when Link barely resists.

"So you... know," Link whispers, closing his eyes with a small cough. The action sends some smoke puffing from his lips. "My father's... Volga."

"Yes," Zelda replies, the shock beginning to fade, but still present.

There's always been something a little different about Link, something that set him apart from the other soldiers. Zelda had always thought it was more due to being the Hero, or the piece of Triforce he held, not... being related to a dragon.

She brushes her thoughts aside. "I apologize. Mask did his best to keep me out."

"She's too stubborn," Mask huffs, crossing his arms.

Tune's face hitches up in a smile. "Zeldas always are."

Link looks slightly more at ease, but still uncertain, and his eyes drag open again, circles dark beneath them.

"Princess," he begins in a rasp, "I know... it isn't much, but I promise you I am loyal to the crown. Volga is still my enemy. I wasn't a... aware of his relation to me until very... recently."

"Link, I didn't come in here to question your loyalties," Zelda says, pulling a chair over and sitting by his bed. "And I'm not in the practice of judging others on the actions of their parents. I heard you were ill, and came to see how you were doing."

Link blinks at her, and Zelda reaches a cautious hand out to feel his forehead, wincing at the heat radiating off of it.

"You have quite the fever," she says as she looks over at Tune, and he nods, eyebrows pinching together in worry.

"I know. We're not really sure what to do for him. We were just treating it normally, but then he started the fire thing..." he trails off, and scratches the back of his neck.

"Impa's getting a book that has some information on dragons in it though, she's hoping it'll help," Mask adds, and Zelda hums, pulling her hand back from Link’s forehead. She’d wondered where Impa had gone off to.

"I take it she's aware of this information too then?"

Something flickers in Tune's gaze. "She is."

Link screws his face up again, and Zelda dodges the flames that come out when he sneezes this time, Mask splashing some water on the corner of the tent the flames try to lick at.

“Uh... I’ll get more water,” he says as he looks down at the empty bucket, and slips out of the tent. Zelda is left alone with Tune and Link, and Tune sighs, brushing some of Link’s hair out of his face.

Zelda watches them in silence for a moment, Link’s raspy breathing the only sound in the tent.

“I hate to pry, especially while you’re sick, Link, but... when did you learn of your father?” Zelda finally asks, voice soft. “You said it was recently. Did Volga tell you?”

“No. It was before Cia split time,” he whispers. “That day she ended up... talking to me alone. She told me about Volga.”

Anger on Link’s behalf rises up in Zelda as he coughs again, from ending up alone with their enemy, from hearing such sensitive information from Cia of all people, from becoming such a major player in this war at all... but she tampers it down, and meets his eyes, dull with sickness.

“I’m sorry,” Zelda says quietly.

Link lets out a raspy sigh, and closes his eyes again. “I’ve had some time to... come to terms with it.”

He lets out another abrupt sneeze, flames shooting across the tent, and another several accompany it, the fire brighter each time. Zelda leaps to her feet, but before the flames can cause any damage, Tune whips out the wind waker and blows them all out.

The sneezes seems to have taken what’s left of Link’s strength, and he curls up again, looking exhausted as Tune lets out a sigh of relief. The younger hero pulls the blanket over Link’s shoulders as he tucks the wind waker back in his pocket, and then he smiles a little apologetically at Zelda.

“I think he could use some more rest,” he says, and Zelda nods, dusting some ashes off her skirts. She’s likely going to smell of smoke for a while.

“Of course. I need to be on my way anyway,” she sighs, not looking forward to going back to her maps and strategies.

Zelda looks down at Link, eyes closed in exhaustion, shoulders faintly shivering, the smell of smoke and sickness about him, and she swallows.

“I hope you feel better soon, Link.”

“Thank you your highness,” Link whispers in response, and sighs, seeming to fall asleep moments later.

“...he’s quite sick, isn’t he?” Zelda says once she’s sure he’s asleep.

“He could be worse, but... yeah,” Tune says quietly, then smiles at her. “But Impa will be back later, and I bet she’ll have some information for us. Link’ll be fine.”

“I’m sure he will. He’s terribly resilient,” Zelda says with a small smile of her own. “Thank you for looking after him.”

Tune shrugs. “Somebody’s gotta stop him from setting the whole camp on fire.”

Zelda can’t help her chuckle at that, and Tune lets out a laugh of his own as he walks her out, pausing at the tent flap.

“Princess... would you keep all of this to yourself?” Tune asks her, a strange expression flitting across his face. “Link’s still struggling with it, and if the rest of the army knew...”

“I won’t say a word,” Zelda promises, and Tune relaxes a hair. “Only to Impa, or you and Mask.”

“Thank you,” Tune says gratefully.

Zelda takes his hand and gives it a squeeze. “You’re welcome, Tune. I’ll try and come back once Impa returns, maybe we can all discuss this together.”

Tune’s eyes do something funny again at the mention of Impa. “Maybe. See you, Zelda.”

Zelda says goodbye in return, and Tune slips back inside the tent, a puff of ash accompanying him.

She stands there for a few moments longer, thinking about Link and Volga, and Impa a little as well. She’s curious about what this all means for Link, being part dragon (whole dragon?), and what he’s doubtlessly been going through since he found out.

She wonders how Impa found out about all of this as well. Did Link tell her? Or Tune perhaps? Was Link concerned about what him being related to their enemy would mean? And how long has Impa known of the identity of Link’s father?

Zelda shakes her head, scattering her thoughts, and begins the walk back to her tent.

“So many questions,” she sighs to herself, and rubs some more ashes from her skirts.

As if this war weren’t already complicated enough.

#if i had a nickel for every fic ive written where there was a sick character with fire powers id have two nickels #which isnt a lot but weird its happened twice #hyrule warriors #hdw au #legend of zelda #fic #and slightly hinted at:#hw zelink #answers from the floor #lovely hybinger nova #writing from the floor #Zelda: Impa how come you knew about Link’s father anyway #impa: *sweating* well. um. you see.#impa: it’s a Sheikah’s job to know everything

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nczennie · 2 years

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NCT 00′ LINE HOGWARTS DRABBLE

Part of a Hogwarts Collection Hogwarts!AU Pairing: Reader x fwb!Jaemin Featuring: Gryffindor!Reader, Slytherin!Jaemin Genre: Angst Warnings: Maybe one curse word

Taglist: @flower-lise @heyyyun @sunflowerhae @neocityfile @winc1ty @imgettinlocoloco @ashkuuuu @marklexleaf @cookydream @dnylwoo @sanisms @juoirs @luvdroids @yuxnan @jenyoonoh

"Sorry," Slytherin!Jaemin mumbles out to the unknown person he stumbled into after turning a corner in the castle too fast. Though when he shifts his eyes downwards, he quickly averts them with a huff as he realizes it was you he had run into. Although he quickly tries to move around you and continue on his path, you are quick to grab his robe, "Can I talk to you please?" you call out quietly.

Jaemin had been successfully avoided you since the mess that was the Boggarts and he would be damned to have to finally talk to you now. There was only a couple weeks left before winter break and he was doing everything in his power to not have to talk to you till then; or ever in his life. But atlast his bubble had burst as he felt your pull on his robe. "I have to get to class," he mumbles again, not even turning to face you. You roll your eyes at the boy, "It's lunch Jaemin". With a sigh he finally turns to face you, so you drop your grip on his clothing, "I don't really have anything to say to you," he states blandly, eyes running over your red and gold tie rather than looking in your eyes. You quickly glare at him, "You can't just do what you did to me and expect me to not have questions, Jaemin. Stop avoiding me, I deserve to know what the hell happened back in that class". He once again rolls his, shaking his head slightly at your words.

But either way he now finds himself in an empty classroom with you as the rest of the school enjoys their lunch hour.

"What did you want to talk about," The Slytherin asks boredly, pretending to find the quills on the table more interesting than you. "You're joking right," you ask in disbelief, "Stop acting so oblivious! What happened was a big deal, stop making it seem like it was nothing!" You're becoming increasingly frustrated with the boy, you've finally got your chance to talk to him but he refuses to touch the subject. In reality Jaemin knows it's a huge deal what happened, which is why he as avoiding you and the topic just like he has been since he started at his school. Not even Ravenclaw!Renjun could get it out of him when he followed him out of class that day.

"You can't blame me, can you?" you start again, "Those things show our worst fears and you see me saying those horrible things to you, what is this all about". You're genuinely confused and it only worsens when Jaemin begins to chuckle.

You send him a dirty look, "Is this amusing to you?" His smile only stays on his face as he looks up to the ceiling with the shake of his head, "I just think it's funny you're acting so appalled as if you would actually never say those words." The face you send him is nothing less than disgusted, "Because I wouldn't, I would never judge someone off their blood status".

Jaemin sends you a glare, "Really? Well that's a lie cause you did to me".

You only look at him, not sure what to reply, your confusion only growing by the second. Across from you, the Slytherin begins to look angry, "Don't act so surprised, I remember exactly what you said about me".

As a first year Hogwarts student, Jaemin was incredibly nervous. While his mom had told him many stories of her time at Hogwarts, being a Slytherin herself, there was still a major difference between the wizarding world he was thrown into compared to the muggle world where he grew up, where his dad was from. Those who weren't full-blooded Slytherins weren't unheard of but they were rare, and as the great battle got further and further into history they became more common. As a first year Jaemin had yet to experience any discrimination because of his blood, he adapted rather quickly to his new world and he made tons of friends his his own house as well as others. But it all started in his herbology class, that's when he first met you. You sat a couple rows in front of him surrounded by your Gryffindor friends, you never looked at Jaemin but he always looked at you. He was completely enamoured by you; you were beautiful, smart, and confident. So when you two got paired in the same group of four he couldn't be happier, though you two never actually spoke. Though one day he showed up a little earlier in class, only a couple other student lingered in the classroom, including you and your friend. He couldn't help but listen in on your conversation, especially hearing you both talk about the cutest 1st years in the school. "What about Na Jaemin?" you friend asks and Jaemin perks up hearing his name, heart pounding in anticipation. You make a face at your friend, "He's cute, but he's a half blood," you murmur leaning in closer to her, "Plus, he's a Slytherin. I would never be caught dead with someone like him".

Jaemin's heart breaks that day and a new hatred forms for you, but unfortunately for him, rather than replacing the adoration that was there, it instead lived alongside it. That's why when last year at a party he found himself between your legs, which then turned into an ongoing secret friends with benefits situation.

Your eyes widen and your mouth slightly opens in shock at the story Jaemin tells, you don't recall exactly what he was talking about but you don't doubt his words for a second. "Jaemin," you whisper out, "I accept that what I said was horrible and wrong, my first year I was naive and was completely brainwashed by everything my family had told me growing up. I had horrible views and beliefs and trust me I learned the hard way soon enough the truth about them. I'm not that naive little girl with corrupted thoughts anymore". "I'm sorry," you continue, "I'm truly sorry for those things I said back then I'm sorry for how much they hurt you. I just wish you would have confronted me about it sooner, especially when we started," you trail off, waving your hand, not sure how to word it correctly.

Jaemin merely stares at you with an unreadable expression, in fact he doesn't really know what to think himself. Did he really believe you still felt those things? Not really, he knew you changed in the past six years but what you said hurt younger Jaemin in a way he couldn't forget and he's held a grudge ever since. "Is that why," your gaze lingers on him sadly, "Is that why you've treated me so badly this whole time?" He nods, "Yeah, in my head you didn't want to be caught with a Slytherin, let alone me so I did what I had to do to make it secret and keep it purely sex". You frown at him, "You had to have known that wasn't true, Jaemin, I asked you so many times to hang out with me and you were the one to turn me down". You furrow your eyebrows further the more you think about it, "Even after all that, did you really think it was okay, the way you treated me?" Jaemin knows the way he treated you when you had sex was uncalled for, most of the time the two of you were together he didn't bother helping you, let alone talk to you afterwards, merely taking his stuff and leaving. "Of course not," he trails off. "Having sex with someone is really vulnerable," You point out and Jaemin interrupts, "I know, I'm sorry." he looks at you, "Then why did you stick around, after all this time?" he asks,

You look at him, lips twitching, "Because, I fell in love with you". Your confession made his ears ring and he swallows deeply as you speak again, "And you? Why did you agree to sleep with me knowing I said those horrible things about you?" He licks his lips. "Because I'm in love with you, and if I could only have you while having sex and nothing more, then I would take it".

You frown, "You know that's not all I wanted". He nods, "I know, but you don't understand how I felt about myself having what you said about me constantly in the back of my mind. I was new to this world and the first person I liked here was disgusted by me". You can't help the tears the start to sting your eyes, what a mess this whole situation is. "If can ever forgive me," you whisper, "If I can ever show you those words back then are not true, that it's not what I believe in the slightest, just know I would always want you. More than sex. As a friend, as a lover".

Jaemin takes in your face and his stomach fills with knots, "I know that, I truly do, it's just hard." You give him a small smile, "Then I will show you, if you'll let me." You take a step closer to the boy, "I don't want to be something you fear Jaemin, I don't want my words back then to affect how you feel about me or about yourself. Okay? Please just know that you are not defined by the words I made when I was eleven, how I feel about you is not defined by them."

Jaemin nods because he knows it's true, he knows how different everything is now but the words left a mark on him even till this day, but after truly confronting you about everything, he feels his shoulders become lighter. It's not completely healed, but it's a start and he knows he has some work to do too because of how he has treated you in the past year. With cautious steps, you walk to pull him into a hug, "I'll show you, okay?" you state before pulling away, turning to leave the room, sending him one more soft smile before taking your leave before he can see the tears that flow afterwards.

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