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LESSON III

LESSON I / LESSON II

Synopsis : Caught up in the mess of Jungkook and his brother Taehyung, how will you come out of the mesh? When both of them have taken a liking to you in not so upright way, can you teach them a lesson?

Pairing : YandereTeacher!jungkook x bully student fem!reader, slight student!Taehyung x reader

Genre : smut, high school au, mafia au

Word count : 8.8 K

Warnings : 18+, Profanity, kissing, nipple play, YANDERE THEMES, blowjob, oral (fem receiving), cumming, fingering, gunshots, emotional shit okay? putting angst in the warnings instead, another warning that jk is fucking soft this time 😭

Taglist : @darkuni63 @jeonswifey @laylasbunbunny @hey-syia @pandalove03 @kooliv @radcustoms @ysk101 @mageprincess7 @hoeshii @bangtanxcoffee @acnetrone @1-in-abillion @stuffy16

A/N : Here is the chapter that sucked my fucking blood out, did this chapter take 5 months to come outta my womb? YES. Am I crazy? Perhaps T_T.. but enjoy the chapter beauties <33 ( *︾▽︾)

You sighed while looking out of the window of your classroom. Everything felt so overwhelming, so overbearing. All you wanted to be was normal high school student, goofing and messing around.

Not being involved with him, not being involved with his brother.

Arin nudged you in the arm, "Y/N-ah nowadays you really seem so lost, it's as if an entirely different person is sitting next to me, you're not an imposter, are you?" You chuckled lighly at her absurd remark.

"I'm just not feeling well these days." You said as you rested your head upon her shoulders. She hummed as she lightly pat your head, "I don't know what's bothering you but.. if you are facing a crisis which seems unending, instead of trying to find the reason that why you are in it, you should rather focus on turning that crisis into an opportunity if you can. Only then you can get rid of it."

You slowly blinked as you listened to her. Your lips curled up into a slight smile as you realized how oblivious you were to this side of your best friend. You got up and looked at her and she looked at you in question. "I'll remember that." You said and hugged her.

"Y/N, a senior is asking for you." You broke your hug at the words of one of your classmates and looked towards the door where Taehyung was standing. He waved at you with a cocky smile while your eye twitched.

You left your seat and walked outside towards the door. "What's up with the hugging back there?" He asked you while putting his hands in the pocket as you both started walking in the corridor.

You scoffed, "What is it to you? I can't even hug my best friend?"

"Ah..best friend? Thank goodness." You contorted your eyebrows at his sigh of relief. "If not as much as your brother, still you are annoyingly weird." You said while looking at him and judging.

"Is that supposed to mean good or bad?" He asked you with a smirk. You rolled your eyes, "At this point I'm really jealous of the people who were looking at you so lovingly when you were standing at the door. Because they don't know who you really are, because they were not approached by you." He pretended to clean his ears with his pinky finger, "You are quite good with words, wanna be my spokesperson when I become the CEO?"

You folded your arms and questioned him, "I think the whole world knows by now that your brother is going to be the CEO in two months?"

He chuckled, "I never said CEO of my "father's" company." He air-quotted his words and continued, "I will open my own. I don't need some readymade position to prove my worth. Thanks to my excellent business skills and knowledge and ofcourse, a great intuition of investment, I've made enough money from investing in stocks. As soon as I'm getting out of high school, I'm starting my own business." He said with a proud smile and you nodded at his golden ambition.

His smile grew wider as he looked at your face, "Impressed, aren't you?"

"Uhm.. yup, that seems to be the case." You answered while wondering if you could do the same to prove your worth, to prove to your parents that you are capable of being the receiver of their love and affection.

Turn your crisis into an opportunity. Suddenly the words of your best friend replayed in your head.

You snapped towards him with stars in your eyes, "Can you teach me too?"

Taehyung felt his breath hitch as he looked at your face, you looked extraordinarily beautiful in that moment. He gulped, at that all he wanted was to kiss those pretty lips of yours but unlike his brother, he doesn't like forcing people. He liked to manipulate them into saying yes.

He nodded happily, "Why not? Then we can run our company together, how does that sound?"

Together? In his dreams! But to convince him I have to say yes. You thought. "Of course."

Taehyung had told you where he'd be meeting up for your business sessions- which was class 4 from evening 6 to 8. He had one condition though and so had you.

His condition-

Not marry his brother Jungkook.

Your condition-

Stop playing with your sister Han Yoo-in.

You both agreed on it with full honesty. Because the moment the conditions are broken, so will be your bond.

And thus you started meeting him in that classroom on a daily basis, it was perfect because your school was accessible 24/7 and students usually didn't stay after 5 in the evening. They'd be seen in cram schools or maybe playing sports somewhere else.

In those hours you and Taehyung would have serious discussion and maybe take a breaks or two when both of you would crack jokes or laugh.

Unbelievable right? It was quite unbelievable for you too to feel so comfortable around him now that a month has already passed, you're not even surprised by now that why girls would fall for his charm. Including your sister.

God knows why he chose to be an asshole to you before though, you clicked your tongue whenever you thought about it.

Everything was working in your favor but who's this girl with a beret sipping her coffee in front of you? You don't remember inviting anyone to join you for a café date. The moment you sat with your coffee on this table, she came and sat in front of you unannounced.

"You know it is rude of you to snatch someone else's man." She said, finally straightening her spine and looking directly at you.

You wanted to roll your eyes so bad, "You know it is rude to make false assumptions about someone you've just met?" You said while contorting your eyebrows.

"Look here Han Y/N! I won't waste my time, I'm here to tell you to leave my man. That's it."

Ah, it seems that this girl knew you.

You chuckled, "So it looks like you know my name too. I thought you were drunk and wanted to release your anguish of being dumped."

She scoffed, "Do I look drunk from any angle? But since you chose to play dumb, let me spell it out for you. Leave Jeon Jungkook."

You frowned at hearing the name, did she really call Jungkook her man? Are you even hearing that right? Was she talking about the same Jungkook you knew?

You tilted your head and questioned her, "Who are you?"

She folded her arms as she sat back, "Now we're talking! I'm Na Ji-won, Jungkook's ex soon-to-be fiancée."

"Ex whAT??" You leaned forward at her absurdity. How can some be ex soon-to-be fiancée? It practically means that they were actually nothing.

"Surprised? We both were dating each other and before we could engage, we broke up." She said in a casual manner.

"Why did you break up then?" You asked her in curiosity.

"Just this and that. But you know, even though you and me.. both are daughters of a chaebol family, I'm wayyy out of your league. So, it's me trying to save Jungkook from settling for less." She said while sipping her coffee.

Normally you'd have felt offended but instead you took a moment to look at her, you replied "yes! you do give off some rich ass vibes but damn, you really suck at reading people! If you have problem for Jungkook settling for less, why don't you go to him instead of bothering me?" You said and stood up to leave the table, just as you were passing her to go towards the cashier, she held your wrist.

"We're not done yet. 20% of the stocks that I own in my father's company. How does that sound?" She looked above at you with a smug smile.

You chuckled as you fixed your hair, what in the kdrama shit was this? The richer version of offering money to leave a person?

But before you could turn down her offer, she spoke, "I know you will turn me down Y/N, but I want you to give it sometime to think over. And when you are ready with your answer, call me!" She handed you a piece of paper with her name and number on it and left the cafeteria.

As usual you met up with Taehyung in the evening, Jungkook has been out of school since the last two weeks since he was getting busier for his inauguration. "Y/N, I heard my brother will actually resign from being teacher." He said while taking out a book about investments from his bag.

"Oh really? When should we celebrate then?" You said and Tae started laughing, "Do you dislike him that much?"

"Yes." You said without a single hesitation while scrunching your nose.

"Then maybe when we'll be invited to his CEO inauguration party, both of us can celebrate our win secretly in my room." He chuckled but his smile started to fade out the next second.

"Is something wrong?" You asked him by looking at his sudden change of emotions.

"I miss my dad." He said, his eyes that were sparkling with mischief a few moments ago, now were filled with nothing but sadness.

"Dad?" You asked in confusion. Was he talking about his biological father? Come to think of it, you have never really heard about Taehyung's biological father.

"Hmm.. my dad. My dad that my mom had divorced when I was only 4." He sighed as he hung his head low.

"Is he.." You tried to ask him a question but you trailed off, you couldn't bring yourself to ask it.

He chuckled dryly, "is he what? Alive?"

You looked him and saw him sit up straight, "He's dead for my family." You contorted your eyebrows in confusion yet again. He looked at your face with a subtle smile, "But infact he's alive."

"Ah I see." You breathed in relief, you continued, "But what did you mean by dead for your family?"

"My mom married Jungkook's dad and made my dad's existence a fever dream for me. She made sure that my dad never contacts me again, she even went lengths to blacklist him from entering Korea. She also made sure that Jungkook and his dad know that my dad isn't alive anymore after the attack in New York."

You frowned, attack in New York? Taehyung's mom sounds like an absolute bitch. But.. why would she keep Jungkook and his dad in the dark as well? You questioned yourself.

Taehyung continued, "You see.. when I was little, my mom and dad used to often fight and quarrel about my dad's occupation. He was an excellent business mastermind, people even called him a kingmaker! Do you know why? Because underneath the surface he was a real mafia boss and whichever business he invested in, their success would skyrocket. My mom was really worried about me back then. I even got kidnapped once, that was the moment my mom made the decision to walk out of the marriage if my dad still wouldn't change his profession. Well.. he didn't, so look where we are now." He gulped sadly.

Oh no! You judged Taehyung's mom too soon, she is an angel for sure. Then is Taehyung's dad the real bitch? You thought again.

"I see why your mother did so much, ofcourse you are her top priority." You said while slowly nodding at your own words.

Taehyung shook his head, "Y/N, my dad was one of a kind. He knew how to celebrate my happiness as his, now whenever I feel happy, I automatically get reminded of him. And with mom, I certainly don't feel that spark anymore like it was with dad. It's a lot lonelier now." He let out a sigh that clearly depicted longing.

"But even though I haven't met with him, I know how he's doing and that he knows about me too." He said, his eyes filling with happiness once again.

"How?" You asked him, didn't he just say that he had no contact with his dad? He smiled softly and picked out a book of investments from his bag.

You frowned because there has been a question you were meaning to ask him since before. Since last month you remember Taehyung always giving you the book of the same publisher and carried them with extra care than other books.

"Brown cover. Same author. Same publisher. New volume. Is there something special about this book's series?" You asked him while looking at the book he was clutching so dearly to his chest.

He hummed and nodded like a puppy, "The author of this book is actually my dad." His smile grew wider and so did your eyes.

"What?" You asked him in shock.

He gave his gummy smile, "it's really normal for people working in mafia gangs to have code names. My dad and I had for us as well. I gave him the code name Kinjo and he gave me little T-rex but now he just refers to me as Rex because of me begging for two years straight when I was 10. I'm not little anymore." He chuckled.

"Wait wait! You said you never met him? Then.. beg?" You blinked.

He chuckled, "I'm giving you a lot of surprises aren't I? Haha! Look here." He said and opened the first page, "read the fourth italic word."

You looked at the page and tried finding words written in italics. Ah there it was! The fourth italic word in 2nd paragraph of the page.

"Dear" You read the word. He hummed in agreement and turned to next page, "Every page's fourth italic word slash alphabet is secretly a letter for me. Since my mom monitors my call logs, emails and all stuff, contacting him through any digital gadget is impossible. Thats why, I move to other cities once a month and post my letter to the mailbox address of the publishing house mentioned in the book. The publishing house belongs to my father.. you see. Even though my father said he has opened it solely for me, I actually can't believe it." He chuckled at his father's absurdity.

Shit! You misjudged his father too. Darn you Y/N! You mentally slapped yourself.

"Then, why did your mother made sure that Jungkook and his dad doesn't know that your dad is alive? Or.. am I asking too much?" You said with apologetic amile.

He shook his head, "Not at all. I'm actually feeling good to share these things with someone. It was deep inside me for so many years with no one to talk to, it surely feels good to let it out." He smiled dreamily.

Then he said, "About your question, my mother fears that if Jungkook's father gets to know about my dad, he would do some digging for sure. Apparently my mom and dad have agreed to never pry into each other's life ever again and my dad has threatened that if Jungkook's father gets nosy in someway then he will take me away."

Ohh.. that explains why Taehyung's mother would be so desperate, but then again it seems that his father would look out for every opportunity to get back his dear son.

In that moment, you thought about your own father. "You're lucky, Taehyung." You gulped as you whispered.

"Wha-" Before he could finish his question, he looked at your face.

It broke his heart, you had tears welling up in your eyes.

"I'm jealous that your father loves you so much." You looked up at the ceiling as tears threatened to spill, you started fanning yourself, it was getting embarrassing now.

You chuckled awkwardly as you looked at him, "I'm sorry I totally ruined the mood, didn't I?"

He looked with a pitiful gaze, "No, ofcourse not." He denied firmly and hugged you at once catching you off guard.

Just then you heard a metal key fall on the ground near the window facing the corridors.

Han Yoo-in? What? Why did she run away? She didn't possibly see you hugging and misunderstand you.. right?

You quickly got up from your seat, took your bag and bid Taehyung goodbye in a hurry as you ran out of the room to follow her.

You followed her to your house and you followed to her room since she just won't listen to you continuously calling her name out.

"JUST SHUT FUCK UP AND GET OUTTA HERE!!" She screamed in rage.

"Innie please!" You were on the verge of crying as you took her name. "Don't you dare call me that!" She snapped at you.

"Ever since the day I saw you both walking around the school corridors together, he has been avoiding me like plague! Do you think I'm stupid Y/N?"

"What? Aish- I only told him to not play with you, not avoid you!!" You said with distressed voice.

She mocked, "Play? Y/N who's playing with whom here? Open your fucking eyes, it's you Y/N. You took the advantage of my pure feelings towards you to play with them. You're a school bully afterall, I know your shenanigans."

You felt a lump in your throat as you heard her, no one could ever hurt you with words .. except your sister Yoo-in.

Your lips quivered, "Why would I play with the only person who means the world to me? I don't care about mom and dad not loving me but if you too turn your back on me.. I'll suffocate to death in this house." Still Yoo-in was unfazed at your pleas. "Very well then! You should leave this house and go away."

It felt as if someone just pushed you off the cliff you were desperate to survive on, tears finally started streaming down your cheeks.

"You don't mean it, right? Not over some boy!" You asked her heartbroken.

"I do. Completely. Boy or not, it's true that I can't stand you anymore, hence.. I don't want you in my sight ever again. Get out! NOW!" She stomped towards you and pushed your body out of her room, you stumbled back offering no resistance to her push.

The moment you saw her close the doors on your face, you knew, it was the end.

You finally started crying, finally you couldn't stop yourself anymore from falling apart. You kept wiping off your tears but they didn't stop flowing at all, you bit your lower lip, your heart has never been shaken like this ever before.

"Y/N." You wiped your face and looked at your mother who had called you, your father was standing next to her with a thick white envelope in his hands.

You looked at them with eyes red, she spoke, "It seems something has happened. Why don't you.." She paused for a moment and blinked twice, "Why don't you do as she says?" You contorted your eyebrows in confusion.

Your father forwarded the envelope towards you, "Only six months are left for your sister's CSAT. I wouldnt want anything or anyone disturbing her, much less from someone living so close to her. Find a house.. this much money will be enough to buy a good house. You're of legal age so it won't be a hassle, if someone has a problem with the payment or anything, you can call my secretary. You have his number right?" Of course you do, you have always called him, your father never the one to pick up his phone. Never.

But hearing your parents like this, broke your heart a million more times. You're eyelids fluttered, inevitably you shouldn't have had any expectations, but you begged, you prayed, you hoped you were wrong. Instead it was wrong of you to hope all this to be wrong, because no matter what, they always failed you to treat like their own.

"Pack your bags and leave for now."

You sat under the bus stand, all the transports came and went by, people came and go. It was as if the world was moving past while you kept standing at the starting line.

You sighed with exasperation, your parents kicked you out of their house with money in cash, enough to buy you a house. Oh! Worried about Han family's daughter found sleeping on streets? You chuckled mockingly.

They didn't even lend you a credit card, maybe the next thing they'll be doing is putting you up for adoption--- "UGHHH" You grunted. All sorts of wild thoughts were bothering you to no end.

You let your head fall back and rest it on the glass wall behind you. Where should you go for now? Arin's house? The last time you went there, her mother definitely didn't like you.

Taehyung's house? Nope he lives with his family and you didn't want to hurt your sister further if she gets to know that you and Tae were living under the same roof.

Jungkook's house? Well... why would you go in the lion's den yourself. You were not stupid.

Then will you buy a house? How will you pay for monthly bills then? Then will you stay on rent? You sighed and looked up at the shed of the bus stop because of the non-stop thoughts storming your head.

Wait- who's that? The glass wall your head was resting upon was actually an ad and the face looked familiar from down.

So you quickly got up from your seat and stood in front of it.

"Na Ji-won?? What is her face doing here? Is she famous?" You quickly took out your phone and searched for her name online.

"A rookie actress?" You bit your lip as you read about her. She debuted earlier this year, her career looks promising so you started to wonder why she was after Jungkook. But what was even weirder was Jungkook choosing you, a high school student, over someone who's about to get real famous.

"Whatever. He is a psycho with poor desicion making skills. Not even surprised now. I wish him and Ji-won were together instead." You gritted your teeth as you felt cold. The night was getting cooler and you needed something extra to wrap around yourself to keep you warm.

As you unzipped your backpack, you suddenly remembered about Ji-won's offer. 20% of the stocks she owned in her father's company will be under your name if you leave Jungkook.

You quickly wrapped a scarf around your neck and opened the calculator on your phone and took out a notebook and a pen for noting down the calculations.

You were making good money from investments within Korea and abroad from the past month. The money your parents gave to you for the house along with Ji-won's stocks would be a solid backup and as Taehyung's father was a real deal, his teachings had been immensely helpful and you plan to meet him in person very soon, so if things continue as good as they are now... You'll be able to become rich even before you get out of school, which is a year and a half now.

Wow! But here's the problem, all of these are future talks, right now you might just freeze to death. You can't buy a house for you to need to save the money... and for Ji-won's stocks, how are you really supposed to leave Jungkook? It's not like you're clinging onto him or something.

The only way to leave him is to either make him leave you or make him marry another woman. Both of them are equally imposs-- hold up, "marry another woman?"

"Marry JI-WON?? HELL YES!" You jumped in ecstasy, that means you can ask for more stocks and maybe end up being the majority shareholder in Ji-won's father's company! Damn!

"I love you Y/N! I love you so fucking much!" You said and just wanted to hug yourself.

How are you going to make them marry each other? Well your evil brain had its own plan. You smirked.

Jungkook opened the door in sleepy eyes which immediately became awake when he saw the person standing at his door.

"Uh.. hi." You greeted awkwardly. "Y-Y/N?? Is this really you or am I dreaming?"

You softly chuckled, "You're not dreaming, why would you say that?"

"I just.. never imagined you'd come to me like this!" He licked his lips and then looked at the luggage you had, "What are these bags for? Are you going somewhere baby?"

You almost showed distaste on your face for that nickname. You forced a smile, "Well.. I already came where I was supposed to go. I just got kicked out of my house, I didn't know where to go this late at night."

Jungkook's eyes went wide, "WHAT?? Kicked you out of your house, wait.. first come inside." He said and grabbed your trolley and bag for you.

You walked inside his apartment and sat on the sofa. He quickly went inside his room to place your stuff and then went to the refrigerator to fetch you a glass of water.

"Thankyou." You said as you took the glass from him, he then sat beside you and waited till you drank the water. He then spoke, "You should've called me baby, I'd have come to pick you up."

You looked at him, "I'm here, aren't I?"

He immediately hugged you which caught you off guard, "I missed you." He breathed in the hug, "I missed you so fucking much. Unfortunately I've been so busy I just couldn't get time to reach you. And when I finally get time, it's when the whole world is sleeping." He gulped, "Lately I can't sleep well, you're constantly on my mind. Thinking how you're doing, thinking when we'll finally be together."

You remained silent because you were so thankful that he had no time to bother you, that you've been doing good thanks to his absence, that you plan on never being together.

You broke the hug and looked at him with a fond gaze, "I'm ..." He looked at you impatiently waiting for your answer, "I'm hungry." You spoke and he blinked several times.

"Ah! You're hungry? What would you like to eat, baby? "

Stop with the baby already!

"Anything? Just something light, I'm getting sleepy and tomorrow's school." You told him.

"Alright baby. You should wash up and change clothes, I'll prepare something quick." He said and got up to show you the way to the washroom.

As soon as you washed up and changed into fresh clothes and had the light dinner, he picked you up from the chair to his bedroom. "I could walk on my own okay?? And wait- why are you sleeping next to me?? Hey--"

"Relax baby." He pat your head and took your head in his chest, "I won't do anything to you as long as you don't want to. Let's just sleep peacefully tonight."

You bit your lip, you wanted to punch him so bad right now but you maintained your composure, you spoke, "I didn't think you had this kind of a soft side."

Jungkook slowly opened his eyes and looked down at you, "Well.. as long as you are with me, I'll try my best to be the gentleman you want me to be."

"What about.. the nudes then?" You asked hesitantly.

He chuckled, "Don't worry. I got rid of them the moment we officially notified our family to get us together instead. I realised I've been way too harsh to you and now I don't want anything weighing upon your mind." He kissed your head and spooned you.

You felt such huge burden lift off from your chest as if you can finally breath again. Your body became lesser stiff and you gave into his embrace.

Taehyung's eyes grew red when he looked at you stepping out of Jungkook's car, not like anybody could see him from outside but Taehyung knew well about his brother's car and license plate number.

During the school break you received a notification in your phone, you looked at it.

Kim Taehyung: Come on the roof, we need to talk.

You put your phone back in your pocket and walked to the rooftop. As soon as you went there, someone held your wrist and pulled you to the side.

"Taehyung? What is it?" You looked at him in question.

"Answer me. Why did I see you coming out of my brother's car in the morning outside the school entrance?"

You sighed, "Well.. a lot has happened."

"A lot? And you didn't even bother to text me even once?" He was flabbergasted.

"What? I was going to tell you anyways in the school. Yes, you saw it right, I came out of your brother's car because I spent last night at his house and I'm planning to stay further for atleast six months or so." Taehyung was taken aback at your words, he felt lost, confused and most of all, enraged.

He grabbed your collar, "Didn't you hate my brother? Why would you stay with him? Did you already forget about your condition?"

You wanted to laugh on his face, you held his collar too, "Do you know why I had to go to his house in the first place? Thanks to you, I now have to endure him for atleast" You gulped, "half a year."

He released his grip from your collar, his voice faltered, "What do you mean? What did I do?"

You chuckled sarcastically, "Did you know what happened yesterday after i followed my sister? She-" Taehyung saw your eyes pool up with water, "She said I was the bad person in her life, that I had snatched you or something. She fucking hates me because YOU failed to understand my words. What? You avoided her like plague. WHYYY? The only thing I told you was to not toy with her."

"So what?" His voice regained strength, "What wrong did I do? I only avoided her so that she doesn't get the wrong idea, I did my part of the condition. I don't see how am I in the wrong when your sister acts all high and mighty." He poked his inside cheek with his tongue, "What now? Did you cut ties with your family over something so naive? Is that why you went to my brother's place? I just don't see my fault here at all. If there's anything I'm a part of this, it will be that of a victim. I got betrayed."

You looked away to steady your breathing, "Fuck!" You said in annoyance.

"But I believe you wouldn't betray me." He said trying to not jump on his own conclusions.

You looked back at him, "I won't. I completely would stick to the condition."

"Can I trust you... Can I trust you that you won't marry my brother?" He asked you firmly.

"Yes, you have to." You answered.

While coming down the stairs, you quickly texted Ji-won to meet up, you can no longer wait further and for Taehyung.. the fact that you will meet his father, you will keep it a secret from him.

Because if Taehyung gets the wind that you might not stick with him with his business in the long run, he might use his father as an excuse to get back at you.

The next day you met with Ji-won in the same cafeteria. "What is it? Have you finally decided to leave him?"

You looked at her with a smirk. "How about you marry him instead?"

Ji-won had a crooked smile, "Which I am going to do anyway!"

You chuckled, "I don't think you can do so on your own, you can marry him only if he agrees to."

She dropped her smile and narrowed her eyes, "What is it that you are planning to do?"

"I'm planning to marry him off to you! Bring me the registeration papers for marriage, I'll bring his signature to you." You offered her with your hands folded and you sitting back casually on your check.

"And how are you gonna do that dreamer?" You chuckled at her calling you a dreamer.

"A dreamer?" You dropped your smile as well, "I'm serious. But only under one condition. Give me all the stocks you own."

"THAT'S ABSURD!" The whole cafe looked at Ji-won and she quickly cleared her throat, "You sure are a good dreamer, Y/N."

"I don't think it's absurd in any way. I'm literally bringing you his papers on agreeing to marry you. All the stocks that you own are actually quite not a big deal for something so crucial, don't you think so? But if you don't want that, I'll take my leave."

"No no wait wait!" She stopped you from getting up, "Don't leave yet. Why are you so confident you can bring it to me?"

You smiled, "Your stocks, they gave me confidence."

She sighed, "Fine! Alright! I'll hand you over the stocks, you give me the signed papers."

"Deal. Send me the papers tomorrow during lunch break, I'll be waiting."

As promised, you recieved the papers in a big brown envelope via a junior student during the lunch the next day.

Now that you laid on bed, you kept thinking about your next moves. One would be to get Jungkook sign the papers and another would be visiting New York to meet Taehyung's father .. but you didn't know how? Would Jungkook help you with that? Or will you just flee?

Nahh... fleeing isn't really a good option.

The only good option lies here is to tell him and then go, you had your passport with you so nothing would be a problem. Except if he decides to join you.

You clicked your tongue In annoyance.

"Baby, is something on your mind?" Jungkook who lied next to you on the bed, asked.

"Uhm..Nothing in particular. Just school." You smiled.

"School sucks doesn't it?" He snuggled closer to you, "Would you like a break, baby?"

You raised your eyebrows instantly at his offer, "really??"

He chuckled, "If I knew you'd be this excited, I'd have suggested you earlier."

You quickly sat up, "Can I go on a trip then? A solo trip?"

"Solo? You don't want to go with me?"Jungkook pouted. You awkwardly chuckled, "I mean.. aren't you swamped with a lot of work for your installation as CEO? We can go together once you become the CEO.. isn't it?"

Jungkook got up as well, "My baby is so thoughtful. I love you so much." He said that with a smile and pecked you on your lips.

Your eyes grew wide at his sudden action and your expression looked so funny to him. He chuckled, "You're easily flustered, how cute."

What? Just a little enthusiasm and he falls head over heels for you? Then.. why don't you get ready with your plan already?

Therefore while he kept chuckling, you moved forward and smooched him on his right cheek. He immediately stopped and his cheeks started becoming rosy pink.

You started laughing, "Are you blushing? Isn't it you who's getting flustered easily?"

His eyelids fluttered in shock, was this a green flag from you?

Thus he wasted no time as he grabbed the nape of your neck and started kissing you passionately and for the first time, you reciprocated his kiss which made him turn on even more.

He quickly removed the cloth from your shoulders while he kissed your lips, then your jaw, then your neck and then your exposed shoulder with his hands constantly kneading your breasts.

He bit the crook of your neck which made you let out a moan.

He then kept kissing your neck and then smelled your cleavage like a hungry dog. He lapped his tongue on it with his hands working on opening your silk gown.

They fell down so elegantly. He opened his shirt and then looked at you.

You were left with a white laced, paper thin bra on your chest. He traced the outline of your left boob with his forefinger. He kept going in circles from outside as he kept coming towards the center, with his finger finally touching your perked nipple. He leaned in and place a wet kiss on it, the wetness causing you to whimper. He licked it and slid his one hand inside your panty.

The other hand slowly pulling down the bra from your breast. When they were exposed naked, he spoke, "I'm sorry for being harsh babygirl." with his lips touching your nipple every time he uttered a syllable. "But I didn't know how to have you, how to make you mine. You make me go crazy Y/N!" You ran your hands through his hair, "Just like now." At that very instant he slid two of his fingers inside your pussy and attached his mouth on your boob at the same time making you yelp.

Your toes curled as he started fingering you and chewing on your boobs with his molars and premolars. He kept licking, chewing and biting them until he felt you cum on his hands.

He smiled in ecstasy and pushed you making you fall on the bed, he hovered you and you looked at him lick his fingers in absolute delight.

He quickly got down to open his lower garments and he slid your gown and panty out throwing them on the floor. He climbed back on the bed while kissing your legs all the way to your thighs.

When reached your pussy, he buried his face inside as he smelled your juices and then devoured it like a hungry beast. Every spot licked clean, his tongue continued to lap on your cunt which made you wrap your thighs around his neck.

He held them down tightly as he kissed your pussy and then your lower abdomen then to your stomach. He placed a long lasting kiss on it with a smile, "I can't wait our child to be inside here." He smiled wider as he said it and kissed it again. Your eyes went slightly wide at his words. A child? No way!

"But I'll wait for my baby's mother to first complete her high school." He said and you felt relief.

When he came up, he looked at you, "I thought we'll have sex together. But let's save that for another day." He said and leaned down to kiss you again.

When Jungkook woke up, he saw you were not by his side. He got up and took a shower and went to the living room, he saw you in the kitchen making something. He tiptoed his way inside and back hugged you, he placed his chin over your shoulder and looked at you making a sandwich.

Your breath almost hitched as you felt his bare cold chest collide with your back.

"Why is my baby up so early?" He said and kissed your cheek. You smiled, "I thought last night was quite great so accept this as a thankyou and sorry from me."

He got confused, "Thankyou? Sorry? For what, baby?"

"Thankyou because you made me feel good, sorry because I failed to do the same for you." You said but he strongly denied, "What are you saying baby? Because of you, I'm able to work even more efficiently and I am able to sleep soundly nowadays. I'm the one who's thankful because you are my only source of happiness, Y/N. You're my world, Y/N." He said and turned you to hug you and place a kiss on your head.

You constantly tried to rack your brain to come up with ways to make him sign the registration papers of marriage, last night you thought that maybe after you slept with him, you would've asked him to sign the papers while he was in a daze, which.. you couldn't succeed and you're impatient.

Think Y/N, think.. ah! You finally thought of something.

You broke the hug and smiled at him, "Jungkook, remember about the trip we talked about last night?"

He nodded like a puppy, "Of course I do! Where do you want to go baby? Sydney? Athens? Where?"

"London! I want to go there." You gave him a toothy smile.

"Alright, I'll board your plane whenever you say!" He said and you kissed him on the cheek, "Thankyou Jungkook." "Anything for you, baby." He said like a proud boyfriend and returned your kiss.

After a moment of pause, you spoke again, "You're so caring, let me do something for you." You said, hiding your smirk behind your sweet smile when you ran your hands over his abs down over the towel.

His mind went blank went for a millisecond as you teased his member over the towel.

He held your wrist, "What is it?" He asked you, if you were teasing him, he would lose his mind.

While you kept touching over there, you felt his boner.

Hell yes!

You pushed him back and made him sit on a chair and you crouched down, you opened the knot of his towel. "I'm sure you wouldn't dislike this little surprise, will you?" Jungkook raised his eyebrows and shook his head fervently, "Of coursenot!" Are you kidding Y/N? Jungkook would kill to get a blow job from you!

You softly chuckled, "I'm glad then." You said while sliding your palm up and down his length and leaned in to kiss the tip. It caused Jungkook to bite his lip hard, any harder would've left them bleeding.

You started placing soft and fluttery kisses and Jungkook gulped hard, he couldn't wait till you took his dick inside your mouth.

"Oh my look at that!" You faked your surprise as you saw Jungkook already cumming, was he always so easily turned on by you? It was so funny and amusing though, you thought mentally.

You pushed your thoughts aside and seductively licked at the juice flowing down, he was clutching the chair's arms way too tightly for his own good.

And the moment finally came, which he waited with bated breath, as soon as you opened your mouth he almost felt like flying, your tongue doing such a fantastic work, if possible he'd like to get this feeling over hundreds and thousands of times.

He whimpered as your canines grazed his tip and just the moment he was about to squirt, you removed your mouth causing Jungkook confusion. "Ah I almost forgot my test papers were to be signed by my guardian, since I only have you now.. will you sign them? Daddy please?" Jungkook was positive that he was dreaming because in no way in hell you calling daddy on your own would be real.

Jungkook bit his lips, "Can we finish first, please baby?" He whined but you didn't give in to his desperate state. "It is important, please, it'll only take few seconds!" You got up hurriedly and ran to fetch the papers and a pen.

You kept them on the table beside Jungkook and crouched down again, "Please sign them while I'll resume what was left undone."

"Baby." His voice hitched as you took his penis down your throat in one go. Without giving much thought he hastily signed the papers and tossed them aside to free his hands to run through your hair. He was growing impatient afterall.

He freed his hands and thrusted deeper inside you making you almost choke but you kept on swallowing his releases while he closed his eyes in euphoria and praised you, "Ah baby.. ah.. ah you're so dirty yet so beautiful.. ahh" He gritted his teeth as your teeth rubbed against his dick.

When you were finally done, you release his dick out from your mouth with a loud POP making Jungkook bite his lower lip. "Thankyou for the breakfast daddy, I should get ready for school now." But before you could turn away, he grabbed your neck and kissed you eagerly, so much so that one couldn't distinguish whose saliva was hanging in between when he parted from the kiss. He breathed heavily while you panted for air. He smiled as he cupped your cheeks, "I love you, baby."

You smiled back as you took the papers in your hands without dragging his attention.

While getting ready, you had quickly texted Ji-won that the work was done and so she should bring the transfer papers.

As soon as you got off from Jungkook's car, you received a message on your phone.

Delulu AF : I'm at the backyard of your school, meet me there NOW.

You sighed, what's with the hurry? You clicked your tongue and went to the backyard.

Na Ji-won stood there with a cigarette in her hand, "You know right smoking is prohibited in school premises?" You said while folding your arms, "Not like this is my school, why should I care?"

"Aren't you an actress, if any student catches you, it'll be over for your career." You said. She looked at you in amusement, "Are you worried about me?"

You tched, "Not even in the slightest. Anyways coming back to our business, I'll hand over the signed papers but before that give me the transfer of shares documents."

"Not until you show me the papers darling!" She smirked while taking the cigarette in her mouth.

"Whatever." You muttered and opened your bag to show the papers. Her eyes became wider with a smile forming on her face next. "How did you make him sign this girl?"

You had a crooked smile, "I have my ways. Happy now?"

"Of course! here have them." She handed you over the papers and you started reading the statements and clause. There! Ji-won's signature on agreeing to give all her stocks under your name.

After being satisfied you handed over the papers, "Farewell Ji-won."

Now only one thing remained, going to New York. And as planned before, Jungkook had boarded the plane to London for you. "Baby I should come with you." He pouted while booking the plane tickets.

You giggled, "We would've gone together, but how I can I drag you somewhere else when there's only a week left for your installation? After that, you'll get plenty of opportunities to move around the world because of your business trips! I'll accompany you then." That's how you persuaded him.

When you arrived at London, you stayed there for two days because you had to travel to a lot of tourist attractions. Why? In order to take photos to archive them and post them on your social media account later when you'd be in New York so that everybody's convinced of your presence in England.

After taking ample amount of pictures you were ready to fly to New York after you boarded your flight from London.

When you finally reached New York, you only thought that it would be best to look out for Taehyung's father as soon as possible.

You fished out his father's published book from your bag and flipped open to the page where the address of the publishing house was mentioned. You looked at the author's name, "Mr. K?" You tilted your head at the lack of specification.

To think about it, Taehyung has never really told his father's name to you. You bit your lip, "Whatever! When I reach there, I'll say I'm there to find Mr. K." You nodded to yourself and went to the publishing building's reception.

"Excuse me, can I meet Mr. K?" You asked the lady at the counter, she looked at you, "Mr. K? Who?"

Who? Right there might be a lot of people with that initial. "You know, the author of the book Reaching heights of economy and depths of business?" That seemed to click her mind. "Oh him? I'm sorry but he doesn't welcome any guests."

You sighed, well you were not quite surprised but girl! You travelled all the way here only to be sent back like a defeated chicken? "Please, I beg you. A phone call would be fine too, please." You said with pleading eyes.

The lady seemed to melt a little, "Only once, but if he refuses to talk then I can't help anymore." She said and you became happy in an instant, "Sure thing."

As she dialed the number on her telephone, the receiver picked up and the lady spoke, "Hello, there's a girl who wants to talk to you earnestly."

"....."

The lady looked at you, "Your name please."

"Y/N. I'm Y/N." You answered eagerly.

She returned to the call, "It's Y/N."

"....."

"Yes sir, I'll relay it to her."

She looked towards you again, "I'm sorry, he said he won't meet."

"NO! Wait- don't cut the call. Please tell him I'm Rex's friend. Please tell him that." The man seemed to hear your voice over the phone so he said something which made the lady immediately attentive to the line.

"Yes sir. I will relay it to her."

Then she kept the phone and looked at you, "He says he will meet you."

"Oh I see-- wHAT? Meet??" You couldn't believe your ears, did he just straight up agreed to meet after hearing his son's code name? Wow. Did he finally realise you were really a close friend of Taehyung and hence chose to talk to you face to face?

"You can sit on the couch mam, he will send a man to escort you." The lady instructed and you went to sit back on couch to wait for the said man.

After ten or so minutes a man in black suit with a fit build walked towards you, the lady said, "Mam, he is the one."

"Oh okay." You looked at him and stood up to leave the building with him.

There was a black car in front of the gate and he told you to get inside.

The journey was pretty smooth with beautiful hills and mountains at one side and a sea, you supposed, on the other. Nothing like the normal New York city.

But you got confused when they pulled up the car in a brazen place with no humans around. "Why are we stopping--"

"Come out." The man commanded.

You stepped out as he said and then you clearly understood that you were actually standing not far away from a cliff. You started to feel anxious but it became worse when you heard a gun click, and the next moment you know, there were several men in the same suits coming out of more black cars, aiming their guns at you.

Your eyes were so big in pure shock and terror, your mouth went dry, "What is this?"

The person who escorted you earlier stepped forward, "Don't fucking utter a single word except what I ask! tell us, Who has sent you?"

You were perplexed, "Sent? Me? I'm only here to find a person--"

"Shut the fuck up and tell us the truth!" He moved a step forward with his gun fixing the trigger, you stumbled back in fright, only to realise that it was a dead end. One more step and you'd fall from the enormous height into the deep water beneath.

You gulped hard, one wrong move and you'll be done for. But just when you were about to say anything, you saw a familiar face rush towards you making you even more shocked. "Jung-"

"Y/N!!" He shouted your name before you could call him properly. "What are you doing here? And you guys, lower your arms, I know her." He ordered and you breathed in relief but you didn't run to him yet, you had questions, "What are YOU doing here? Are you.." As you looked around, you noticed that he was wearing the same suit as other men there. "Are you a part of this?"

He ran his hand through his hair in frustration, "I'll answer your question but you have to answer me first. You said you'll be in London? What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to find someone." You answered and looked at other men, "Take me to your boss." You said but no one moved an inch.

Fuck! Would they listen to you if you mention Taehyung? Not like Jungkook would know Rex is Taehyung's code name.

"Take me to Re-" and as you were about to say Rex's father, you heard a gunshot.

A gun that shot you. Jungkook's eyes went horrifically wide, he at once ran towards you to hold you but your body lost balance and you fell down the cliff.

"Y/N!!!!!!!!"

GOYS! Lesson 4 will be the last chapter, thankyou to everyone for making till here babies!! mwah mwah <;33

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liminalpebble · 7 months

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Stray: Part 6

Loki waited patiently in the sepia and golden glow of the cozy little café, then jumped to his feet as he saw you walk in. He stood up, waving and smiling eagerly, welcoming you to a little table for two where candles had been lit and the steaming food had just arrived.

He kissed your hand and pulled your chair out in a bafflingly archaic display of chivalry.

“Th...thank you, Mr...I actually don't think I got your name.”

“Ah! Of course. I'm Henry. Thank you so much for joining me. I hope you don't mind, but I know you don't have much time so I ordered for us in advance.”

“Wow! This looks incredible!” you exclaimed. Your eyes lit up like a child on Christmas as you saw the most scrumptious-looking grilled cheese and tomato soup. “You must have read my mind. I love a grilled cheese and tomato soup on a dreary day.”

Henry gave a wry grin, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, “Good intuition, I suppose.”

An effervescent giggled escaped your lips. You couldn't believe the absurdity of this situation; sitting here in your uniform, a threadbare sweater over you shoulders, opposite a modern prince charming eating in a cafe far beyond anything you could afford.

“Please,” he said, delighted by your delight, “Dig in.”

You hummed in pleasure as you took a crispy bite of the golden sandwich dipped in the silky soup. You had no idea such a simple meal could be a gourmet cuisine with the right preparation.

Loki's heart fluttered as he looked up to see your doe eyes go wide. “This...this is the best soup I've ever had in my life! Thank you Mr....Thank you, Henry.”

'Henry' nodded his his lovely blond head as he replied, “My pleasure.”

“So,” you began uncertainly, “You seem to have a few accurate impressions of me. May I know a bit more about you?”

“I would venture to say that I don't know nearly enough about you, darling.”

you could feel the blood warming in your cheeks. “I really don't know that there's much to say. Frankly, I'm pretty confused by your attention. You're handsome and suave and...well, I'm sure you know all that. Men like you usually know very well where they stand in those matters. I'd like to know about you beyond that.”

There are no men like me. He thought; a faint hint of his dormant arrogance rearing up. However, he did feel the slightest prick of a wound, not because you mistook him for a simple human, but because you said it with so much suspicion. Although Loki was dying for you to trust him, he couldn't blame you really. He was literally deceiving you right now. You were certainly intelligent enough to be weary of the intentions of attractive men. It was actually admirable. Not everyone could keep their wits about them when the silver-tongued god of charm engaged them.

“I don't think you give yourself enough credit, but I can also see that you don't enjoy talking about yourself.”

“Correct,” you confirmed with a laugh, deflecting. “So...with a lovely accent like that, I'm guessing you aren't from around here?”

“Uh...no,” he said dabbing his face with a napkin. “In my youth I spent a good deal of time in Norway with my family. The people there were very hospitable. Eventually, we migrated to England. Our Scandinavian friends took us with them, in a sense, but that was all a very long time ago and I've traveled around since then. What about you? I'm sure you have an interesting story of your own.”

Hmm. You thought, Undeterred, are you?

Unable to meet his penetrating gaze, you stared into your soup. “Not particularly. I'm from a big city in the Midwest. Came to the coast to get my degrees and I've been here ever since, hoping I could get a career as an academic but clearly...”, you gestured down to your uniform, “that hasn't exactly worked out.”

When you met his eyes again he seemed so sad. “It really is terrible, isn't it? That women face so many barriers. But I do hope things are changing...especially for you.”

You smiled with a tired sort of hope. “Me too. I just keep trying...trying to stay brave and stay kind.”

“Yes...I can see that.” he said with a warm expression. “Don't you miss it? Your hometown. Your friends, family?” After a beat and a quizzical raise of his eyebrows... “Boyfriend?”

You took a sip of your water to delay answering. “No...heh. No boyfriend, and I...don't really have any close friends. The other girls, my coworkers, they invite me out and they're very sweet. Sometimes I go, but I just don't...I don't know...fit in. My family doesn't speak to me. See, I wasn't supposed to go off and get diplomas. I was supposed to get married and make babies, according to them. That wasn't what I wanted, so...”

“Ah,” he said knowingly, “It's never easy when families make us feel like a disappointment for simply following our own compass. Mine does the same.”

Your eyebrows peaked in surprise, “You? A disappointment? Those must be some very odd standards your family has if they consider you a disappointment. I can't wrap my head around that.”

“Nor can I in your situation, dear lady.” He tilted his head thoughtfully, a sadness behind his pretty eyes. “I suppose we're both strays then?”

You nodded pensively. Your itching curiosity finally got the better of you as you asked, “Henry, this will probably sound like a pretty selfish questions, but...What is it about me that you could possibly notice that impressed you enough to do this for me? I just can't understand.”

He took a deep breath and swirled his wine, searching for a way to say something deeply true but wrapped in a lie of omission. Then he said sincerely, “I noticed, on several occasions, that you were kind, and clever, and unique, and funny. Even working in a soulless place that wants to crush that out of you. It takes a quiet kind of strength to remain yourself, and that's a much more challenging feat of strength than the more obvious sorts. Persisting like that is hard. It's one of the hardest things in the universe.”

“Thank you. That's extremely flattering of you to say, and so poetically too, but it can't be that unusual.”

“Believe me, darling. I've been everywhere. I'm older than you'd think. I assure you that it is very very rare.” He leaned closer, those bright eyes never leaving you. “You are very very rare. The only one of your kind,” he said, almost whispering as he gently took your hand.

“Oh! Your poor hands are freezing,” you said cradling his in both of yours and rubbing gently.

Loki chuckled hard with amusement. “Oh sorry darling. It's nothing, I promise. I just tend to run cool. I assure you, it doesn't bother me. I actually quite like crisp weather.”

You kept your palms pressed against his beautiful hand, feeling utterly unable to let go now that you'd had the chance to touch him. To your surprise and delight, his lovely fingers curled around yours.

You were speechless under his spell, only able to think, Say something say something say something goddamn it say something!

“Ah well, you're in the right place then. Chilly and rainy seems to be what this city specializes in. I hate it though,” you added shivering into your ratty sweater. “I get cold so easily.”

You cringed a little, feeling like you'd settled on the dullest kind of small talk. You stared down at your now-empty plates but you could feel his perceptive gaze boring into you. Suddenly, the clock chimed one and you jumped up.

“Oh! I'm so sorry to run off but I really need to clock back in now. Thank you so much, Henry. This was so lovely. Um...can I leave some cash for my part?”

He shook his head in abject confusion. “No! No no. My treat, darling, remember?” he said softly as he rose, helping your into your coat. He was so close. You could smell his fresh cologne again, the press of his large hands as he draped your coat gently over your shoulders. “But, in return, might I be so bold as to ask for your phone number?”

He brought out a little note pad of luxurious green paper and a pen, and you gladly scribbled your name and number on it, hands almost shaking too much to make it legible.

He purred out the syllables of your name with satisfaction, then said, “I'll call you soon?”

You gasped out a breathy, “Yes! Yes please. Thank you for everything.”

He nodded to you as you backed out through the door waving your hand (and bumping into a table). You hustled back to punch the clock, a couple minutes late but still on cloud 9.

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Loki was feeling equally blissful, sitting for a long moment after you'd left, enjoying the scent of your perfume lingering behind you; violets and lavender. His hand still felt warm from your touch. He had only had one glass of wine, but he was already feeling tipsy from this lovely little time with you. Lost in his thoughts, he hatched another plan to make you smile, and jumped up to complete it before he would have to go back to your shared home and his feline form.

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As you slid your punch card into the clock the next morning you felt a strange mix of emotions; still high off of your incredible little date and Henry's company, but hesitant to put too much into it. You felt the strain of uncertainty and a very familiar reluctance towards trust. It felt like that long moment of tension when the cart has finished climbing the first hill of a rollercoaster and has yet to plunge. Waiting for either a thrilling or terrifying drop was eating at your usually strong patience.

You weren't sure if he would call that evening. You assumed he wouldn't that night since it had only been a few hours and...what was the etiquette anyway? To wait a few days? You had no idea. Dating was far outside your area of expertise. But you did take comfort in how extra affectionate your little black feline companion was being.

Loki was anxious for you to come home that evening, noticing you were a bit later than usual. You swung in the door all blushing cheeks and smiling, raindrops clinging to your hair and making it glitter, those adorable apples of your cheeks rising in glee. He began to purr you stroked his fur, thrilled to see you again though it had only been a few hours.

“Sorry I'm late, Loki,” you soothed as he meowed pitifully. “I didn't mean to make you nervous. I had to stop at the library.” Looking over to where you had set two thick volumes on the counter, he noted the titles. A History of Norway and Introductory Norwegian.

He grinned irrepressibly (as much as a cat can grin) at the sweet curiosity of his mortal. She wanted so much to learn and to see the world, and of course, also to know a bit more about her dashing stranger. Don't worry, little mortal, he thought, I'll show you such exquisite places over all the nine realms. Loki was actually rather proud of himself that he hadn't technically lied, and learning about Scandinavia would, in fact, teach her a good deal about him and where he had spent so much time on this planet before.

His heart sank, though, as he sat in her lap. His tail twitched anxiously as her eyes kept wondering towards her silent phone and her initial glee turned to frustration. Loki was dying to call her, to alleviate her worries that 'Henry' wasn't interested. She stroked and scritched his shiny coat as she confided in him with a sigh.

“He was so so sweet, Loki. I want to believe him. He seemed sincere, but a man like that? Going for a girl like me? I'm sure he's already forgotten about me and moved on to one of the other hundred names in his little black book.”

“Meow!”

“Yeah, I guess your right. It's not fair for me to judge a book by its cover. He certainly must not be judging me by mine.”

“Merorow!” How can you say that? You're so beautiful...and the more I know about you the more and more beautiful you become.

You smirked and said, “You know, you always holler like that when I'm putting myself down. Thanks for putting a stop to it. Maybe someday I'll get out of the habit.”

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Your mind drifted to all of these moments of the day before while you tried your best to pay attention behind your counter, or taking inventory, but you found yourself scattered and day dreaming. You were doing just that when Janet called your name, and you snapped back to the present.

“Janet! Sorry about that.”

Janet chuckled, knowing what lovestruck looked like when she saw it. “Jesus, I was calling your name like four times!”

“Sorry!” you chuckled out, embarrassed. “What's the matter, kid?”

“Well, there's a gift box delivered at reception for you.” She smirked and elbowed you conspiratorially, “seems like you got an admirer.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but you couldn't deny the swell of anticipation you felt as your feet carried you swiftly to the desk.

Waiting for you was a package wrapped in elaborate green and gold paper and tied with a golden bow. A small note with your name written in elegant calligraphy graced the top. You read it with a smile so wide your cheeks began to ache.

Darling,

Thank you for a lovely little meal together. My apologies for not calling. I've been unfortunately terribly occupied with a project and haven't found a private moment. Please know that I think about your lovely voice, and eyes, and demeanor constantly, though. And please accept this small token of my affection. I hate to think of you shivering, and I'd love to help you keep warm.

Sincerely,

Henry

Digging through the tissue paper, you discovered a lusciously soft violet-hued sweater. It was new and perfectly tailored to your size. All you could do for a time was stare at it, mouth agape for a long moment.

Finally Janet made her way up to you, too curious to stay behind for long. She tapped your arm lightly and goaded, “Well! Try it on, princess! I'm swooning for you.”

You giggled. You couldn't help it. You shrugged your ratty gray cardigan off and slid your arms into the softest cashmere you had ever felt. It was perfect, everything about it was perfect; the color exactly suited to your skin tone and preference, the shape tastefully flattering your every curve. You were overwhelmed by a storm of every good feeling; gratitude, affection, glee, excitement. Janet thought to herself that she'd never seen you so glad before, and she was happy for you, deciding that if anyone deserved to be doted on by a dashing prince it really was you.

“Wow. Honey, if he has a brother, promise you'll let me know?” the younger lady asked, and you both giggled.

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I think Rocket would be like, INSANELY good at Hanayama Enigma puzzles. They're these little puzzles made out of interlocking metal parts, and the goal is to take them apart and then put them back together. I could see him just coming across one and fiddling with it for a few seconds before having it taken apart not even realizing it's supposed to be a challenge. He's so good at intuitively knowing how things fit together that these puzzles would be no match for him.

sorry for my delay, sweet nonnie. i've been a little burnt-out and reclusive lately, and i apologize! i'm back now (sorta), and so grateful you sent me this ask. i had to look these up and then i fell into a hole watching youtube videos of people solving them. wild. my brain does not work this way.

rocket's brain, however, absolutely works this way. you are 100% correct. of course, you'd know. the first time he sees you fucking around with one of these puzzles, he peers over your shoulder for a whole two seconds before being like, you're doing it wrong.

you don't even know what i'm trying to do, you say, annoyed, and he rolls his eyes.

fuck off. do too. twist that piece there. no, not that much. moron.

you follow his less-than-stellar directions - more out of curiosity than anything else - and outside of a few false starts when he's just not being clear about what he wants you to do, every new step takes you closer to the perfect solution.

it would be enraging if it weren't for how fascinated he looks. not by the puzzle itself, so much as the idea that it is a puzzle. for him, it just makes sense. he looks at these pieces of metal and - from your perspective - it's like he can see right through time, to the thing it's supposed to be. and god forbid he gets his actual hands on it. he's even faster when you convince him to try one himself and to do it blindfolded. if anything, it's almost like his eyes get in the way.

of course, it makes sense. every gun and weapon and ship he builds is ultimately just a bigger puzzle.

he doesn't understand why any of these toys are more difficult for you to figure out than something as simple as a clothespin, and that's what's got him all entranced. if you can understand how a key works in a lock or how to take apart a quad blaster to clean it, why can't you understand how to dismantle this tiny sculpture and put it back together again? that's the real puzzle, as far as rocket's concerned, and it's the one he decides he's gonna solve. so he starts making puzzles of his own - for you - little bits of interlocking metal, shapes that come together into new shapes. he tries to figure out the perfect combination of pieces that makes a thing hard for you to solve, but not too hard.

when a planet isn't being saved and the galaxy doesn't need guarding, this is how the citizens of knowhere find the two of you: in the dim dusky light of the artificial knowhere sunset, sitting outside mantlo's with either a pair of gargleblasters (yours is watered down) or milky fizzes, depending on the night. both of you are clinking away, the streetlights reflecting on the smooth glossy pieces of metal in your hands. you're trying to figure out the most recent puzzle rocket has given you, and rocket's busy bending and twisting metal to make the next one.

i'm using you, he tells you one night, after he's finished crafting your next puzzle and is just drinking his booze and looking down the street, watching people snack on streetfood and the star children play something like tag because drax is a pushover when it comes to enforcing bedtimes.

yeah? you mumble distractedly.

mmhm. he nods solemnly. i figure out how hard a puzzle is, depending on how long it takes your dumb ass to solve it. then, when some asshole comes to ask me questions or wants something, i give it to them so they get distracted and leave me alone.

yeah, okay, captain, you drawl, taking a sip of your drink and going back to the cool metal between your fingers. you've seen him doing exactly what he's describing, but you've noticed he never gives anyone a puzzle that's too difficult for them - just something for them to wrap their minds around for a few rotations, something to stretch their brains. they're always so proud when they come back to their captain with their toy figured out, even if he just gives them a blank stare - pretending he really does think they're idiots.

of course, the people of knowhere see right through him.

rocket's such a hard ass, you mock. who knew.

he makes a typical scoffing sound, but when you look up, you can see him: watching his people with soft eyes. nebula's out today, talking with some of the vendors, and one of the kids is perched on her back. you can hear drax laughing down the street, and somewhere, cosmo barks happily. rocket's shoulders are relaxed, and his tail flicks lazily, and you're not sure you've ever seen him so at ease.

you lean over and nudge him with your elbow.

joke's on you, bud.

everyone here just thinks you're handing out presents because you like them.

#rfh asks #rocket raccoon #rfh fluff #rocket raccoon headcanon #guardians of the galaxy #rfh headcanons #rocket raccoon imagine

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starglitterz · 1 year

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cw ; highly suggestive

you're definitely not who HEIZOU was expecting to see when he went grocery shopping. he supposes it makes sense that even criminals need sustenance, but it still feels abnormal to see someone as high-profile as you strolling through the aisles of tsukumomono groceries.

careful not to disturb the other shoppers, he pushes his trolley until it's next to yours, dropping his voice to a whisper, "you do know you're one of the most wanted criminals in inazuma, right?" with a jolt, you drop the box of mochi you were holding and spin around sharply to face him, "shikanoin heizou?" "i'm honoured that you recognise my voice," he smirks, gaze flitting across your features and committing them to memory yet again before he bends to pick up the item from the floor, "though i'd have thought someone like you would have better reflexes." you roll your eyes, choosing to ignore the pointed comment, "and i'm flattered that you, the greatest doushin of all time, want me."

heizou blinks in confusion at the innuendo – this conversation doesn't feel like one taking place between a convict and a detective, rather it seems almost... flirtatious? "what, cat got your tongue?" you chuckle, pushing your cart ahead, "i must say i could probably do a better job at that." shaking himself out of his stupor, heizou rushes to catch up with you, fighting the urge to ask you to prove that statement, "what are you even doing here? if anyone sees you, you'll be in jail before you know it." "i've been told i look good in orange," your fingers skim over the sakura shrimp crackers on the shelf, entirely nonchalant about the whole situation.

"i'm sure you do," heizou scoffs, but he can't resist another teasing jibe, "but you'd probably look better with nothing on." you laugh, delighted at how he's playing along, "would you like to test that theory?" you wink at him, and heizou swears it's like an arrow from cupid through his heart. it's not his first time interacting with you, it'd be more accurate to say that it's his hundredth, but somehow he never fails to be astounded by both your complete lack of regard for yourself and your ability to flirt no matter the circumstance. somewhere along the way of you always eluding arrest at the last minute has made heizou develop an interest in you; it's certainly not because he actually likes having someone attractive and intelligent to banter with, not at all.

"i sure would," the words drip like honey from his lips, "maybe you can come over to the police station for it." "ah, sorry, i believe my schedule's fully booked for today. got some thieving and burglary to get up to," you sigh in mock despair, turning the corner into a different aisle. forced to walk behind you, heizou tries a different tack, "that wasn't a request." you fake a dramatic gasp as you pile packets of instant ramen into your trolley, "was it an order?!" "perhaps." you twirl around to face him with a cheshire smile, and your hand traces his face before pinching his cheek playfully, "i do like dominating men."

heizou tenses under your touch in seconds and that's how he knows he's a goner, but he keeps up his cool facade, "i can be any type of guy you like." "and what if i like you as yourself, as the one and only shikanoin heizou, who time and time again has failed to capture me?" his maroon eyes dart up to meet yours, fixing you with an intense stare. to his surprise, his intuition senses nothing but genuine emotion from you, and he isn't sure how he feels about that. but you cut in smoothly before he can process your question, "no need to undress me with your eyes like that, sweetheart. you just need to ask nicely."

"i hope you're aware that we're inside a grocery store," heizou fumbles for a reply, finding himself at a loss for words for one of the few instances in his life. "and?" "this conversation seems inappropriate for such a setting." you tap your index finger against your chin before nodding thoughtfully, "you're right. maybe your bedroom would be better?" the detective snickers – he really has to hand it to you, you're totally unfazed by this whole conversation, "maybe. but a prison cell might be more suitable." "i doubt that."

"anyways, this has been fun, but i really must get going," you cross off the final point on your grocery list as you shove some dango milk into the cart. "not so fast," heizou neatly steps in front of you, "i'm going to arrest you now." a giggle bubbles out of your throat, a cheeky grin playing about your mouth, "there are better ways to see me in handcuffs." he can't tell if he wants to tackle you or kiss you right now, but he's pretty sure neither of them are viable options, so he groans, "we can explore those later when you're behind bars." "mhmm," you hum non-committally, fidgeting with something in your palm, "you'll have to catch me first."

you roll the item from your hand towards heizou, and before he can even speak it explodes, leaving a massive cloud of opaque black smoke. after a few precious seconds wasted trying to wave it away, heizou realises both you and the trolley are gone. in fact, it's as if you were never there in the first place. and although he technically just lost the opportunity to put an end to your crimes once and for all, heizou can't help but think that he's excited for your next meeting – he'll definitely get you this time.

this was meant to be just a short drabble but it spiralled out of control LMAO i love the idea of a cat & mouse dynamic w heizou vs reader esp w the contrast of them in a domestic setting like a grocery store <3 he's so cute and flirty i luv him ☹️

#✏️ — quill writes !#shikanoin heizou x reader #heizou x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #shikanoin heizou genshin #heizou shikanoin #shikanoin heizou #genshin heizou #heizou genshin impact #genshin impact heizou #heizou x you #heizou x y/n #heizou fluff

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kym-m · 8 months

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Skip and Loafer AU Gojo Satoru x reader

You placed your phone down on the counter and took a few steps back, doing a spin you watched as Utahime came crashing down to her camera. Eyeing you through the screen she laughed boisterously, "Woooow!! The blazer suits you, makes you look smarter!" She commented on the blue blazer. "Thanks! I think it fits me too.."

You and Utahime bid each other goodbye before ending the call, leaning on the railing of your apartment you smile before laughing out loud like a loon. Hugging yourself you giggle, "Wooo!! I'm actually going to a leading school--- in the city! Today's gonna be great." You assured yourself before an older woman shooed you off your balcony for your noise, you scurried inside, slipping on your loafers before running to meet up with your aunt at the station.

Your aunt held your hands lecturing you on what to do, "Listen, ___, change trains at the third station, got it? If anyone strange talks to you, go somewhere crowded or just ignore them!" You laughed and held your aunt's hand just as tight. "I'll be fine, Aunty! I swear. My intuition tells me that today is going to go according to plan--- besides, I have so much time! I'll be safe and careful, now go! You'll be late." Your aunt hesitantly agreed and left you to your own devices, after parting ways with your aunt you wait in line, bouncing up and down on your heel you can't seem to wipe that smile off your face.

....Your head is leaning on the wall, shoulders sunken, you were sulking. Today was supposed to be perfect--- you got lost, stuck in rush hour, and the crowd was starting to make you feel nauseous.. staring emptily at your feet you heard someone speak somewhere in the crowd, their voice loud.. obnoxious. You cover your ears with your hands before sighing wearily. The voice paused, soothing your ears.

"'Scuse me." someone tapped your shoulder, "You okay?" turning your head you were met with a boy with white hair and shades resting on his nose. "Yikes! You look awful.." He scrunched up his nose, and you stared at him blankly, unable to find the words to respond or the will to humor him. He raised a brow before smirking, "You good there? Why are you just staring? I must be the most handsome boy you've ever seen, huh?" You have an expression that is enough to injure his ego, he visibly deflates at your lack of a reaction, looking around he signals for you to follow him. Your brain short-circuiting seems to have affected your perception because you mindlessly obey him. Your body had decided for you before you could even process what was happening.

On the train, he sat beside you as he watched you close your eyes in an attempt to cool yourself off, "You always look this awful?" with that one phrase your eyes snapped open, looking at him, he realized he may have just cut the last string holding you together. Moving a few inches away from you he chuckled nervously. "Uh-- you're wearing our school's uniform," He noted, your gaze seemed to soften, "Yeah. I was supposed to do the... speech." you muttered lowly, "Yeah?" you hum in response to his question. He laughed before leaning on the seat, "It's not the end of the world y'know. I've seen--" Before he could continue you bite back with a vent of your frustration.

"It is to me. You don't understand, everything was supposed to be good! It was supposed to-- ..I did everything I was supposed to. I just... I wasn't competent enough, I should've listened to my aunt." You blew up, you covered your mouth, your eyebrows knitting together in worry. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't--" but before you could continue the train arrived at its stop. He slung your bag over his shoulder, "Let's go. It's a ten-minute walk from here, maybe a good 7 minutes if we run. Do you think you can keep up with me?" He grinned, unbothered by your recent outburst. You stutter out a 'yes' and before you know it you are in a foreign neighborhood chasing down the nameless boy.

You tripped and fell face first. Halting in his tracks the boy turned around, expecting help you were caught off-guard when he cackled, his laugh echoing throughout the whole neighborhood. You got up and dusted your uniform before slipping off your socks and loafers, and you sped off. The boy stared in disbelief before laughing and chasing after you. "I like you! You're fun!" He commented and you two ran towards the school.

"Gojo! ___!" Your teacher yelled out, waving the both of you over. You slip on your shoes once more before panting, clutching onto your tie you stare at her in distress. "Am I too late?" you asked, voice cracking at the anticipated response, your teacher smiled sweetly before leading you inside. "You're right on time."

In the gym, your name had just been called through the mic, you walk up the stage and reach into your pocket. You pause staring for a moment. "Oh!" You mutter, you realize you had left your prepared notes for the speech in your bag, your teacher gasps when she sees your bag beside her, your notes sticking out of the bag like a sore thumb, and she winces, anxious for you.

You clear your throat before reciting your speech out loud, and the students stare appalled that you have memorized the whole thing.

After your speech you come down the stage and cover your mouth, the anxiety finally getting to you, your teacher tries to block the way to speak to you but you push past her, but she is insistent, she holds your hand, congratulating you for your successful speech and as soon as she turned you around...

..You vomited all over her new outfit.

The gym falls silent.

#gojo satoru x reader #jjk au #jjk x reader #highschool au #jjk skip and loafer au #fluff #romcom

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Hi chicken! I’m in a bit of a sore spot when it comes to spirit work and psychism and have been for a LONG while. Between my hard skepticism keeping my brain bricked off from most of my intuition and my adhd preventing me from focusing for long periods of time I’m kind of at a loss… I have no idea if I’ve ever had an encounter with any kind of spirit, only one persistent instance comes to mind and I have trouble discerning if it’s just…an imaginary friend? A thoughtform? I have 0 experience with the latter for multiple reasons. I have no problems with mental visualization because my profession requires it, but where does normal visualization begin and spirit communication end? I’m not sure where im going with all of this, maybe I just wanted someone else to know my spirit troubles 🥲 I guess all this to say, I’m desperate to communicate with ANYTHING, but nothing ever comes except that one guy who may or may not be a spirit. Am I being too stubborn? Do spirits think my vibes stank? (I promise my vibes aren’t stank) honestly forcing open any psychic stimulation sounds good right about now, any opinions or advice would be incredibly appreciated 🙇🏻‍♀️

I am going to tell you something very terrible and claustrophobic.

I do not believe you are a skeptic, I am sorry to say. I find that all the best spirit workers are deeply skeptical.

Perhaps a good way to view skepticism is the ability to be comfortable with uncertainty. A skeptic is a person who can look at something and neither take it at face value, nor wholly discard the experience and refuse to accept it.

I am not sure I believe in such a thing as "hard skepticism." Skepticism is by definition and necessity soft. It is gentle. It tenderly accepts what is shown to it and cradles it whole, declining to pass judgement one way or the other.

What is the difference between the decision making process of a "hard skeptic" who refuses to believe, and a "true believer" who refuses to doubt? Both have bricked off parts of their minds. Neither are comfortable with uncertainty. Neither can hold onto a thing with soft hands and say to it with love, "I'm uncertain about you."

So I remain unconvinced you are a skeptic.

But that's not the terrible and claustrophobic thing I came here to say.

Where does visualization end and spirit contact begin?

Visualization does not end. They are not opposite ends of a polar spectrum. Visualization, as in, "I can see pictures inside of my mind" is not requisite to spirit contact and spirit contact does not stem organically from visualization.

Visualization in and of itself is one way some people process ideas. I am a very visual thinker. But I've also got one of those voices in my head that constantly says words. So I'm not only a very visual thinker, but I'm a very auditory one too.

When I communicate with spirits, of course I "see" them and "hear" them.

That was already how my brain was processing things!

I suppose when someone has a thinking style where they are aware of things sans pictures or words, they just hold onto that knowledge, right, it's just there with them, we'd call that claircognizant.

But it's not as if such a person would set out to be claircognizant.

It's just that such a person already had a mind that holds information sans pictures or words, and when they also open themselves up to spirit contact, that's still how they process information.

Earlier in my life I had a very troubled relationship with my own emotions. And when I started really healing my relationship with my own emotions, so that I could begin to actually feel them, face them with confidence, and so on, can you guess what happened?

Why, yes - I suddenly began to receive emotional input from the spirit world as well. Did I suddenly gain some new psychic ability?

No. Feeling emotions is not requisite for spirit work. Visualization is not requisite for spirit work.

Being in tune with yourself is requisite for spirit work. Understanding the channels within your body and mind that receive information is requisite for spirit work. Working on yourself to the point where you are able to understand how sensory input arrives within you, how you process it, and how it personally affects you, are requisite for spirit work.

It is you, your body, emotions, and mind, which is your primary tool for spirit work. Now, you already know some things about yourself. You know you are a visual thinker and you know it is likely you'll receive spirit input as visual images. And you have something else very great as well: a failsafe. Yes, your hard skepticism - the moat and drawbridge that keeps you safe.

But that's not the terrible and claustrophobic thing I came here to say.

That terrible thing is: how fortunate for you that you are a hard skeptic. How lucky you are that there is some part of your mind which, at every opportunity, seeks to totally block out the reality of the spirit world around us.

Because it is everywhere.

No, not spirits - although there are a lot of them and in many more places than we'd suspect.

The spirit world. It's everywhere. We're in the middle of it, right now. We're swimming through it. We breathe it when we meditate. We eat it with our omelettes. We step on it when we walk to our cars.

The first thing every hopeful spirit worker wants? "How do I do it, how do I connect?"

The very second thing? "Sweet Jesus, how do I turn this off?"

There is no difference between being able to see spirits and being able to see the spirit world. There is no difference in talking to a spirit and talking to a spell.

It all starts to dissolve - all the lines between dead and alive, sentient and merely present, within and without. You break down one or two barriers and suddenly you're scrambling back onto dry land, searching for lines in the sand on your hands and knees.

So you see - skepticism is totally vital. There's hardly a better way to survive the process than to look these experiences dead in the eye and say, "I am completely uncertain about all of this."

But you've got to be uncertain about quite a lot of it before you can be certain about any of it, and if you're anything like me those islands of certainty will be few and far-between.

I do not mean you're lucky to have your hard skepticism because the things out there are evil, or scary, or anything like that.

I find most of them to be joyous, friendly, beautiful - nice stuff like that.

I just mean that it's A Lot.

And it's everywhere.

And once you learn how to tap into it, the real skill is turning it off.

And once you've learned to dwell in it, the first challenge is finding your own little island - things that you can experience which you are no longer skeptical about, but become sure of.

Well, that's a bit misleading. It's never things you become sure about. It's yourself. The island is what you feel you can accurately discern and come to strong educated guesses about which pan out correctly a majority of the time.

Maybe your ostensible spirit man could help you with that - if he makes the cut.

All those exercises, you know - this or that meditation, this or that visualization exercise - they're really more for getting to know yourself, more like platforms to launch yourself off of. Convenient runways to barrel down.

I suppose it doesn't matter how nice the runway is when you always get to the end and say, "no, this isn't working - this isn't real; I can't believe it's real." That's the drawbridge keeping you in your nice, safe castle.

But maybe I'm being too hard about the hard skepticism thing. I mean, if you're operating under the notion that there is some way knowing your thoughts translates into having a conversation, I can see where the disconnect comes from.

The manual release switch for the drawbridge exists elsewhere. It is not experiencing your castle which is your problem - it is letting the rest of the world in.

So invite yourself to experience.

Then turn around and give yourself a good, long look in the eye, take yourself gently by the shoulders, and say with love: "I am completely uncertain about all of this."

Discernment comes with experience. Telling thought from spirit comes with experience. We make mistakes. We make foolish mistakes. We make mistakes we will laugh about and we make mistakes that make our toes curl in rank shame.

Experience many things. Are you just sitting and meditating? Go talk to a tree. Build a shrine for your house spirits and talk to them. Talk to a god. Talk to an ancestor. Go out in the world and look at the spirits inside of people. Look at the spirits of highway intersections and old buildings. Look for the spirits inside your food, inside of old antiques, and inside of mass-produced garbage.

Look for spirits in corners and in the backs of dusty shelves. Look inside of churches and used car lots. Let uncertainty be your constant companion.

Give yourself permission.

Learn to turn it off again.

#answered #spirits #communication

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pessimisticpigeonsworld · 7 months

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The Problems with HOTD's Alicent

Hotd made a lot of interesting choices about their characterizations, especially when it comes to Alicent. First off, there's the obvious age change, which I know has been commented on a lot, so I'm not going to be talking about that in this post. What I'm going to talk about is the changes in her character itself (made supposedly in the name of feminism might I add) and why that hurts the story itself.

To start off: the constant victimization. Now, having Alicent being a victim of marital rape is not my issue, it was definitely not uncommon in the time period asoiaf is based on. My issue is turning it and her many other victimizations into one of her only personality traits. Literally Alicent's main traits are: Rhaenyra's former bff, victim of Otto, victim of Viserys, teen mom, and victim of Larys. Can everyone see the pattern? Victimization for the sake of it is disgusting and exploitative, and it's even worse when they, in order to fulfill the storyline created by grrm, turn her into an abuser herself. Like she has no development past the victim-abuser cycle and its depressing at best and enraging at worst. How is that feminist?

Now how does that hurt the story? Well I did allude to it above, but I say it clearly this time: it gives her no character arc and stunts one of the main characters which cripples any emotional tension the writers are trying to build. Rhaenyra in episode 8 may as well be talking to Alicent in episode 5, which is the last time we see Alicent develop at all. We see Rhaenyra change over the episodes, especially over the 10 year time skip, but Alicent remains the spiteful, paranoid girl she was at the end of episode 5. That's half the fucking season as a stagnant character! This wouldn't be so bad if she was a side character, like Harwin and Lyonel, but she's literally one of the main characters, how the fuck is this good writing?

Next change: turning Alicent's main motivation into protecting her children. This is something I like to call the Cersei effect: the belief that if your main female antagonist, just giving her the role of protective mom is all you need to make her nuanc3ed. Which is total bs and totally misses what exactly it was that makes Cersei an interesting antagonist. Actually they took more than just the children thing from Cersei, I think that's also where they got the marital rape, loveless marriage, and being called the ex's name from. But anyway, the reason this angle doesn't work (aside from it being fucking lazy) is because, in this story, Alicent helps start a fucking civil war. How the fuck does that protect her kids?? And on top of that, how does forcing your 13 y/o daughter to her 15 y/o abusive brother (and don't say Aegon wasn't an abuser yet, he was bullying and harassing Aemond long before the marriage) protect her? By keeping her close? What was she going to do, supervise them every time they're alone? Make sure Aegon is sober and not assaulting her? Basically what I'm getting at: Alicent's actions are completely counter-intuitive to her supposed main goal of protecting her children. And it shows since she had to live through all of them dying because of her and Otto's actions.

The reason that is harmful to the story is pretty much what I said above, but I'll say it more clearly here: if your antagonist/rival's actions are completely nonsensical with their goal, they are a bad antagonist/rival and the story is therefore lacking any real conflict. The only time Alicent's actions made some sense were in episode 7 when she attacked Rhaenyra, that was clearly years of resentment boiling over and anger over how Viserys reacted to her son's maiming. That is the only time I've ever found her compelling after episode 3.

All this to say: Alicent's hotd characterization makes no sense and it destroys any actual conflict beyond pettiness in the story, which completely ruins it. Thank you for reading this far, I know this was really fucking long.

#alicent hightower #anti hotd #anti team green #anti alicent stans #anti alicent hightower #team black #rhaenyra targaryen #rant post

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Mormon doctrine has some of the raddest doctrine about Eve that I've ever heard, AND Mormon leadership (men) don't know what to do with it.

Crash course on Mormon Eve, basically she and Adam were living in the Garden and she KNEW she wasn't supposed to eat the fruit, but when the serpent tempted her he told her that that was how she could become like God and know good from evil. She thought it over and decided that becoming like God (a core tenant of Mormon doctrine) was more important than the rule not to eat the fruit. She takes a bite, then takes it to Adam, and he takes his bite after they agree that staying together is more important than the rule not to eat the fruit (romantic af right?). Mormon theology holds this as one of the pillars of God's plan for the world, saying Adam and Eve were always meant to know good/evil and have children, and Eve's choice allowed that to happen where it wouldn't have otherwise, making her a sort of pre-savior (my words), a Mother of All, an individual without whom nothing would have panned out right.

Fast forward to modern corporate Mormonism. It's ALL about obedience. It's stacked with an elderly, all-male, overwhelmingly white governing body and it's FULL of rules, many of which are relatively arbitrary, most of which are pretty much harmless, and a few of which keep tearing families apart.

And Eve is an uncomfortable topic. At least that's the sense i get. They'll say "we honor Eve and her courage" but like, we don't talk about her.

Eve features so prominently in Mormon temple teachings as the mover and shaker, carrying humanity figuratively on her back as she steps out into the unknown for the greater good, with only her own intuition to rely on. Given that, it's bizarre how little we hear about her outside of the temple. We "honor her courage" but why? For what? What did her courage do? Expressly disobeyed a direct command from God, is what she did. Followed her own intuition over what she was told, is what she did. Chose disobedience and divergence and trust in herself over everything else, is what she did. Convinced her husband that their bond was more important than a divine mandate, is what she did.

Something tells me Mormon leadership doesn't want people (especially women and gender/sexual minorities) thinking too hard about that?

But like, i feel like the people who honor Eve's legacy the most are people whose higher instincts demand they break lower rules. People who choose love and kindness and each other over little rules. What could be more courageous than saying, "i don't know what retribution I'll earn with this choice, but it's right--I'm sure of it--and I'm going to make the choice anyway"?

In short i think if God is out there and if God cares about what we do, and if Mormon doctrine is right that life on earth is here to prove ourselves to ourselves, i think the point is to think hard and do the best we can. If life on earth is time in a sandbox to see how we'll act, and we face no difficult decisions or we default to what we think we're supposed to do every time, if we never even THINK about putting ourselves in the line of fire for the sake of love or justice or the greater good, then what's the point. That's not what Eve got kicked out of the garden for.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk

#mormonism #mormon #Eve #adam and eve #religious deconstruction #yeet

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devouredbyflame · 17 days

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Good morning! It’s Ari, again.

I might drop by to DM sometime, but since I’m about to work, I didn’t want to be rude and just DM/start a conversation to throw questions at you and run off lol I’d rather DM to get to know someone if that makes sense. I thought it might be more appropriate to drop little questions here if any really drive me nuts while I’m reading your blog in the meantime.

If I ever ask anything you don’t want to share, feel free to say so! I’m trying to understand what I’ve read you say about finding your path yourself and avoiding echo chambers when you should be learning from the Divine, so I’m gonna try to limit my questions, but between my having ADHD, anxiety, and just generally being kind of detail-oriented, I still find myself fixated on specific details a lot

So with that ramble out of the way (sorry, I’m kinda long-winded, I’m sure you noticed in my email lol) my actual question(s) for today!:

(I see how long this got, so for a summary, this jumble of questions is about the likenesses of Deities you mention putting on altars)

In your first post about altar creation, I saw you say one of the things you need is a likeness of the Deity you’re making it for. It might be a silly question, but what really counts as a “likeness”? Is it just anything made with the intention of being His likeness? Or are we supposed to make an intuitive guess? I could see maybe going by personal UPG, but assuming we’re just starting out and not confident in anything like that, trying to make the altar to connect in the first place, I’m wondering how we know what we’re looking for.

Since I’m not able to practice openly at home, but my family knows I was a bigger fan of Hiddleston Loki than the MCU itself, I was thinking of finding a good/affordable figure of MCU Loki. So if the owner of the household rifles through my things, as she’s prone to do, and she finds a candle, a marvel figure and a couple of (to her) random things in a box, she’s more likely to think it’s just a box of knickknacks. But I’m afraid this will be seen as some kind of joke, I don’t want to be too familiar, in case I’ve been wrong about my connecting to Him so far.

Final thought- do Deities even really have human-looking appearances? I see Loki appearing differently to different people, especially as a shapeshifter, but is it really a thing that any of Them look a certain way? Like I’ve read you talk about meeting Him face-to-face when He has possessed people in front of you, and how He’s your roommate/in-and-out-of-your-body way of being with you now. But is there a way you “see” Him? And is that a way He’s appeared to you, in a dream or meditation or something, or is it just kinda a creative idea of how He looks?

Sorry for the length, and any errors! I’d stop to edit it down and fix run-on sentences, but I’m already kinda late starting work (oops). So I hope you have a good day! Hopefully I’ll have time to actually chat this weekend, if you’re open to that!

Hi Ari! You're totally fine. I love answering questions so give me what you got and I can do my best to further clarify for you. And also, I am ADHD so I 100% understand the need for detail-oriented clarification. My numerous questions is how I got to where I am today because I would ask Loki so many things about how stuff works so I can better grasp the nature of the concept. I am more than delighted to share what I've learned, how it works, and why it's been successful and that's kind of the point of my being here.

My answers are also really long-winded and mostly because I have a lot of knowledge and experiences and very few places to share it so bear with me.

So, in regards to the likeness question, I would say anything that is made with the intention of it being the Deity in question would be the best point of reference. However, it doesn't necessarily mean it has to be an obvious representation, just something that is synonymous with Their energy. Like, if you had a candle vaguely in the shape of the Deity in question or a clay model, a doll, or a picture that reminds you of Them, that also works. The purpose is to draw the energy of that particular Deity into the shrine which means you would need to "open the door" to both sides. Like, the Deity would need to know it is for Them as well as you so you can look at it and go, "ah, yes, that is the God in question." You would think They wouldn't care because They know your heart and your intention, but it is easiest when the object is designed with the God in mind.

That being said, I personally had MCU Loki on my altar for a year or two when I first began, knowing Loki probably was aware of my situation and that I needed to be closeted until I had my own place to live. I don't think it would necessarily be a problem if you have Tom Hiddleston instead of Loki Himself. When I got my own place, I got Him a statue carved out of wood and quite a bit of art by various artists I've found who I think draw Him really well.

The whole debate about whether or not Loki cares for MCU Loki itself is complex and I can possibly get into that in more detail if anyone is ever interested. But based on my experiences with Him, He has indicated that no, He doesn't really care for it to be on your shrine. It's fine if that's what you need to be conspicuous. He only really seems to care if you don't ask Him if it's okay. The point, I think, He wants to make is that by asking Him His opinion, He will make it okay because you gave Him your reasoning and didn't just assume. Which makes sense considering a shrine is a Deity's possession and not a devotee's after the point of making it a shrine. So, as long as you're asking His permission to use it on His shrine, I think that's absolutely clear with Him.

I cannot speak for Him, but I sincerely doubt He would ever wish to put you in the way of any danger when it comes to His shrine being made. However, I know Him to be very possessive of His belongings and prefers giving His consent with certain things. If you invite Him when creating a shrine, He will more than likely give you a sense of what you need to be doing for Him and whether or not it's okay. If you don't trust that, using a pendulum, flipping a coin, or other "yes/no" random generators are helpful. I wouldn't worry too much that you are afraid of insulting Him just because you don't have an option.

Just don't ask Him multiple times the same question because that's when He starts giving false answers. It can get aggravating but typically He doesn't like having only one-sided answers and would prefer to say both "yes" and "no" because He tends to swing both ways when talking about the nature of Himself as well as the Gods since it's never only ever just one single way.

I think He does mind Tom Hiddleston being used as His likeness if you have no reason to hide your shrine and if you don't ask His permission to so so He may say "no" but then "yes" later on given His consent and an explanation of your reasoning.

Now, I don't know your situation, obviously, and there's no reason for you to get into more detail about it to some random stranger on the internet but I will point out that having a shrine is a lot less obvious than you would think. People won't know what they are looking at if they are not pagan. I kept my shrine on my desk for the years I was closeted and my ex who was an atheist as well as my Christian parents did not know what they were looking at unless I specifically told them what it was. Even then, they were confused. I think unless the people you live with know what a pagan is or what a shrine should be, you likely are going to be fine even if they go through your belongings.

I recommend keeping it in a shoe box somewhere or an even smaller box that's tucked away somewhere no one will get to it even if they are looking. It's probably for the best regardless because it would keep other energy from getting to it that would be less than savory and could interrupt the energetic transaction between Loki and yourself.

Also, in regards to appearances, no, Loki does not have a physical appearance whatsoever. He is energy and energy does not have a form that we can see clearly with our two eyes. He likes to call Himself an "orb of light" and that He "floats around all day and does not do much of anything on this physical plane except wait around for stuff to happen."

I have seen Him manifest physically before but it is not human-like nor is it remotely something that is a common occurrence. It looks like glimmers of golden light that shines in the corner of my eye and flashes before it can ever be seen fully. My cats see Him all the time, actually, and watch as He zooms around the apartment and plays with them since cats have a keener sense of vision than we do.

So, no, He does not have any actual human-like qualities. However, it is my understanding that the way we perceive Him is translated by various triggers in our brain. Just like how we visualize a person as they are described that we haven't seen before, Loki essentially has a means to assist people with seeing Him who may have trouble recognizing who He is so He gives a common appearance. He's explained to me that when it's important for someone to know who they are looking at, He will appear to them as a lanky ginger with long red hair, golden eyes and pointed ears. But if it's not, then He can show up as anyone He wants to in any way.

So I suppose it's both the way He wants to be seen and also our own brains piecing together visuals that He triggers and we conceptualize as vaguely human but very obviously not given the amount of energy that resonates off of Him. So it's both intentional that He looks the same way to a lot of people while also being intentional when He doesn't. Regardless of where, how, and why He manifests, though, He feels the exact same way all the time and you'll know who He is just by being in His presence. So, I suppose, also, it doesn't truly matter about what He looks like on your shrine.

I hope that answers your questions (probably more info than you ever asked for) but I'm always open to clarifying things here and otherwise and that goes with anyone who stumbles on my blog. That's why I'm here. Also, yes, please DM whenever you want! I love meeting people. It's my favorite. Talking about this shit is my jam.

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Aw i'm so sorry :(( Joong is also an old soul as the palm reader said right? Who do you think are the older and like newer souls in ateez? You dont have to answer this, no pressure! Just wondering hahaha

I wanted to finish the public persona vs real personality readings first before answering this question, I still have 2 members left but I've gotten a pretty good idea

I think it's like

older to newest

mingi

wooyoung

hongjoong

san

jongho

yeosang

yunho

seonghwa

I have a few practical reasons to why the list is organized as such but I'm very tired right now so i can't remember the why's, it's just an intuition thing.

I once had a dream a few years ago where I could see colorful light emanating from ateez members bodies like flames (I was tripping), and I recently read dr michael newtown say that souls have different colors depending on their knowledge. white -> yellow -> blue -> purple and I think there are other colors too but that's the furthest he got, I think red comes after blue and that's why some souls have the purple aura as they're transitioning. I don't remember all members specifically but I'm pretty sure mingi had a deep purple, hongjoong had a light blue and wooyung had a dark blue or a red 🤓🤷‍♀️ someone had yellow, and I remember green as well (I think it was san!). I remember back then getting worried because mingi had just taken a break because of anxiety and I thought if his aura is deep and dark it means a bad thing, like it's tainted, but it means deep spiritual knowledge, it was supposed to be a comforting dream like "mingi is more than ok, he knows what he's doing" dude's smart as hell and I was very high

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The Essay Escapade

There are no lengths at which a good brother won’t go in order to help his sister in need.

*** Just popping in to let you all know that I have a brief description of each of the Sharp children at the very end of this, just in case you want to know a little bit about them. Also at this point in time, Aesop is retired from teaching and runs a successful potions shop with his wife in the hamlet where they both live. ***

Massive, massive MASSIVE shout out to @aesopsharpmybeloved for letting me play in your sandbox and making me believe I could write something that people would actually enjoy reading. This is a companion piece to her series A New Chance at Life and if you haven’t read it what are you even doing here!

- Tea-withjamandbread

It was late, far too late to still be awake, however Theodore Sharp was unable to fall asleep. It made sense, really. As the middle of the semester approached, so did exams and essay deadlines. The fifth year Slytherin had a lot on his mind.

Call it intuition, call it a special “twin bond” like their mother often described it, but something told Theodore he didn’t really need sleep at the moment, not while Natty needed him. So he grabbed his wand and got dressed as quietly as he could before leaving his dorm room headed towards the common room. He wasn’t at all surprised to find his twin sister sitting at the table closest to the fireplace, it was her favorite spot after all. He was surprised, however, to find her surrounded by books, furiously writing on what seemed to be quite the long piece of parchment, tears forming in her eyes.

“Hey there Nat”

The girl barely slowed down her writing. “Theo. It’s late. You should be asleep.”

"Could say the same about you" Theodore placed a hand on his sister's, forcing her to stop what she was doing for a moment. “What’s that you’re working on?” The boy was genuinely confused. Judging by the furious pace at which his sister was writing, he could only deduce she was in the middle of writing an entire essay. While it wasn’t unusual for him to wait until the very last minute to finish his work, Natty was always far more organized than this and seemed to always have her work finished days before it was due for being turned in.

“My DADA essay.” Theo was no Auror (yet) but he distinctly remembered his sister mentioning she had finished writing it last week. “Why are you re-writing your DADA essay? I’m sure the one you already wrote was good enough to”

“I lost it!”

“What?”

“I’m such an idiot Theo!”

“Stop that. I’m supposed to be the dramatic one between the two of us, not you. How did you lose it?”

“I was looking through everything for tomorrow’s classes and I couldn’t find it anywhere. What I DID find though is this.” She pulls out a letter addressed to her parents, back home. “I must have accidentally sent Mum and Dad my essay instead of…” She burst into tears. “So I have to re-write the whole thing now because there’s no way for me to get it back in time to turn it in first thing tomorrow!”

"Maybe if you write to them, they could send it here in time for first class?"

"Even if I DID write to them right now they wouldn't have time to send it… It's due first thing tomorrow morning and you know Mum and Dad, they're not exactly… morning people"

An idea formed in Theodore's brain. It was madness to be certain, he'd be breaking about half a dozen school rules, not to mention it could prove dangerous. "I'll go fetch it then"

Natty looked at her twin like he had grown a second head.

"You're mad"

"I'm assure you I’m not"

"You're going to fly miles away from school and then what? Break into the parents' house?"

"Not exactly. I’m going to use the floo and run the rest of the way! It’ll be good exercise! Plus does it really count as breaking in if you have the key?"

"You're going to get caught"

"Dad's a heavy sleeper"

"Dad used to be an Auror!"

"Yeah I think I've heard him mention that once or twice"

"So you KNOW he'll wake up to the sound of someone in the house when he's not expecting company. Besides, Mum's a light sleeper!"

"And she'll be SO happy to see me IF I get caught, which I don't intend on having happen!”

Natalie looked at the essay she was currently attempting to re-write. It was a mess. Barely legible and when she tried to make sense of the paragraph she had just finished, she knew she couldn't turn this in tomorrow and hope for a good grade. Professor Sallow did have a soft spot for her and her siblings, but that would only help her so much.

"Do it."

"Brilliant! I'll be back in less than an hour!"

Theodore quickly hugged his sister then started walking towards the common room door.

"Wait!" Natalie rushed towards him. "Bring this to them please" She handed her brother the letter she had meant to send her parents earlier that same day.

"Sure thing!"

"Thank you."

"Anything for you, sis!"

With one last hug to his slightly less nervous sister, Theodore was on his way.

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Theodore slowed down his sprint as he approached his childhood home. The sight before him was everything he was hoping for. The chimney had the faintest trace of smoke, indicating that the fires warming the home were mere embers at the moment, and all the windows appeared dark, indicating the occupants of the house were fast asleep. He took a quick peek to the back of the house, where the window leading to his father’s cellar was located. He knew sometimes his father brewed late into the night, however tonight did not appear to be one of those nights.

It occurred to him at that moment that it really wouldn’t be the end of the world if his parents knew he’d visited. He could probably knock on the door and politely ask if he could have Natty’s essay, deliver his letter, get mildly scolded for being away from school after curfew, perhaps he’d be lucky enough to get his hand on some of his mother’s baked goods before going on his merry way. However, if he was being honest with himself, he wanted to know if he could be successful at avoiding detection. Plus, he had promised his sister he wouldn’t get caught and Theodore Ashley Sharp was a man of his word, or at least, he tried his very best to be.

Theodore knows he needs to be as quiet as can be. He didn't want to get caught after all. He cast a disillusionment charm over himself for good measure, although he really didn't think it was needed. This was his childhood home and he knew it like the back of his hand. He knew exactly which floorboards creaked when stepped on and created a mental map of his shortest path from the front door to the drawer where he knew his parents kept their correspondence.

He quietly unlocked the door and stepped inside. The faintest ruffling of feathers to his left caught his attention. Diana. The owl had been a part of their family since before they were even a family from the stories he had been told as a child, and had been retired from messenger duty some number of years ago. Theodore had anticipated the necessity of keeping her quiet and quietly but decisively, reached into his left pocket and grabbed a handful of treats. He extended his arm towards her, hoping his bribe would buy him precious minutes as he continued on with his mission.

He must admit he felt a little ridiculous, hopping from plank to plank, avoiding the ones he knew to be noisy. He wouldn't at all be surprised to learn that these particular planks were left in their squeaky state in order to make it impossible for his siblings and himself to move about the house at night without alerting their parents.

Theodore made his way from the foyer, past the staircase, through the family room, and into the kitchen, moving to stand in front of the exact drawer he knew his parents kept their mail, successfully avoiding each and every problem plank. "The student surpasses the potions master" he thought to himself. He opened the drawer and pulled out a stack of papers, looking for his sister's essay. However, no matter how hard he looked, all he was met with was correspondence regarding his parents' potions shop. Orders, ingredient lists, accounting papers, more orders, more accounting… no essay. He put the papers back in the drawer and gently closed it. He took a few seconds to breathe, feeling his face redden and his pulse quicken. Natty was counting on him. He had promised her he'd get that essay back for her. He wasn't always the perfect brother, but he prided himself on never going back on his word, on never making a promise he didn't intend to keep. He racked his brain as to where his parents would have put the essay when his thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

"Lumos"

A bright light came from behind Theodore and the boy froze, hoping his disillusionment charm was strong enough to withstand the scrutiny of the ex-Auror who had just cast the wand-lighting charm. He had no idea his father had woken, didn’t hear him coming down the stairs at all. He supposed he still had much to learn in terms of how to move about completely undetected. He hadn’t been caught yet, though, and he had some elements working in his favor. Perhaps his father was too sleepy to notice him, although he doubted that. He knew the man probably wasn't wearing his glasses and so maybe, just maybe he still stood a chance in completing his mission undetected.

However the bright light coming from his father's wand had caused the faintest shadow of his form to appear on the wall in front of him. Despite his very best efforts, the boy had been caught.

"Your disillusionment charm has improved, Theodore, but it's still not good enough to fool me."

Theodore promptly dropped the charm and turned to face his father, who lowered his wand and used it to reignite the fire in the hearth to provide a warm light and additional warmth to the room. He wore his dressing gown and Theodore could only imagine he was wearing his nightshirt underneath. His face showed a mixture of tiredness, confusion, slight annoyance and he thought he also detected a hint of amusement.

“How did you know it was me?”

“Maggie’s in America, Eleazar’s never been one for sneaking around and Natty’s disillusionment charm is frankly better than yours. The house is warded to alert us of any other intruders, so that leaves only one suspect, you."

“What gave me away?"

His father deflected

"I'm sure there must be an excellent explanation to your late night, actually, by now, early morning visit. One that also explains why you're currently rifling through your mother's and my private correspondence."

"Actually there IS an explanation"

"I'd love to hear it, sooner rather than later, please."

"I'm here because Nat"

"THEODORE!"

Theo promptly finds himself wrapped in his mother's tight embrace. "What are you doing here? Sneaking out of school in the dead of night, what's gotten into you?"

"From what I gather from the stories you told us Mum, I get this from you"

She loosened her embrace but still kept her hands on her son's shoulders. "Oh hush now, at least I had the good sense to never get caught by your father!"

"That's not entirely accurate darling…" Aesop reached for his wife and pulled her against him, breaking the link between her and their intruder and wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing the back of her head. "I distinctly remember catching you a handful of times sneaking about the castle" She melted into her husband's embrace. "Only because I wanted you to catch me, Ace"

"If you both don't mind I'm here for Natty's DADA essay. She accidentally sent it to you instead of this and it's due first thing tomorrow" Theodore handed his parents his sister’s letter to them. “I told her I'd come and correct her mistake, deliver her letter and retrieve it. If you could just tell me where it is, I will go fetch it, be on my merry way and let you both carry on with whatever it is I don’t want to think about you doing when we’re not home.”

Aesop chuckled as (F/N) spoke.

“I’m guessing she didn’t get our note then?”

“She didn’t say anything about a note, she was too busy trying to re-write her essay from memory!”

“Oh Nat, poor thing…”

(F/N) looked at her son

“We got her essay, and we read it. It was really, really good and obviously finished so we sent it directly to Professor Sallow after dinner, along with a note to Natty letting her know not to worry about it. I’m guessing the poor owl must have forgotten about the second delivery.”

“Or delivered it to Eleazar, wouldn’t be the first time our mail got all messed up”

“Blasted, unreliable school owls.”

“We really need to get another owl Ace, with Maggie in America now and the shop doing as well as it is, Babbity could use some help.”

“Agreed.” Aesop addressed his son

“In any case, her essay is where it needs to be and if Professor Sallow hasn’t received it, have him owl me, and I’ll make sure Nat gets the O she deserves.”

Theodore looked at his parents. Tonight had turned out to be a failed mission for him. He got caught AND he didn’t retrieve his sister’s essay. He was happy though. Happy to be home, happy to be with his parents for just a little while.

"Are you hungry, dear?"

"Nah, I'm good. Ate one too many servings of mutton stew for dinner"

His eyes fell on a plate of his mother's scones.

“On second thought I'm starving Mum, they BARELY feed us at the school, you know"

(F/N) chuckled as she summoned a plate and some scones. Theodore scarfed down the first in two bites, and reached for a second one, as his mother busied herself, packing the rest of the pastries in a cloth bag for her son to bring back to Hogwarts.

“Don’t forget to share." she reminds him, as she hands him the bag.

“I should probably get going… I told Natty I’d be back within the hour and I’m cutting it close”

"Just a moment, I have something for you to bring to your sister."

His father turned and unlocked a cabinet that held a variety of potions

"Ooh, contraband!"

Aesop let out a chuckle as he handed a vial to his son.

"Wideye. She'll need it tomorrow. If I know Natty, she still won't sleep a wink tonight"

"Don't I get one too?"

"Do you want to be an Auror someday?"

"You know I do"

"Then in addition to perfecting your disillusionment charm you also need to master the art of the power nap. Learn how to function for long hours with little to no sleep."

"You're joking"

"I'm not. But there will be plenty of time for that. In the meantime here's one for you too, as well this."

His father hands him a third vial. Theodore doesn't need to read the label to know what it contains. Invisibility potion.

"This one's pretty strong, should buy you about a minute. Use it wisely."

“Anything for Eleazar while we’re at it?”

“I’m sure Eleazar already brews his own contraband.”

Theodore chuckled. Eleazar did have a natural knack for potions and always had a true passion for the subject, the art came as naturally to him as walking it seemed at times. Even Aesop couldn’t say as much about himself, having gone from quite the average student to graduating with the best potions marks in his class thanks to hard work and a drive to reach the top of his field.

“Anything else before the Sharp Delivery Service heads back to his common room?”

“No, that’ll be all” his mother says, as she pulls him into another bone crushing hug. “You’re a great son, and an amazing brother. We’re so proud of you. I love you, Theodore.”

“I love you too, Mum”

He looked up at his father, while still tightly hugging his mother.

"You never told me what gave me away. I know my disillusionment isn't quite up to snuff yet but that's not what woke you up though"

"The front door. It has a very distinct squeak when it opens. Imperceptible from the outside but can be heard from our bedroom. I could fix it, but I choose not to. That's what gave you away tonight. I must say though, I was impressed at how you managed to avoid all the bad floorboards. Well done."

"Thanks Dad. I love you."

"I love you too, son."

Aesop joined in the hug for a moment, then gently took his wife’s hands into his own, releasing their son from her tight embrace.

“Be safe on your way back”

Both parents stayed in the doorway, arms around each other, watching as their youngest son sprinted towards the closest floo flame.

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Theodore didn’t waste his invisibility potion sneaking back into the castle. He was smarter than that. He knew the prefects and professors were fast asleep at that time, and his disillusionment charm, while still needing some work, was still good enough to shield him from the portraits and the ghosts roaming the castle. He didn’t hear Peeves in the vicinity, so the walk back to the Slytherin common room was easy and uneventful.

He was greeted by the sight of his sister, who had abandoned her attempted re-write, and appeared immersed in the book she was reading. A quick glance at the cover revealed that she was reading one of her favorite novels. To think that his sister would trust him so completely as to abandon her contingency plan in favor of re-visiting one of her favorite stories made his heart swell. This evening hadn’t gone according to plan, but he hoped that he’d at least be able to calm down her anxieties and maybe, just maybe, she would get a couple hours of sleep tonight.

Natty looked up from her book and took in the sight of her brother, scones and potions in hand.

"Theo? Are you OK?"

"Brilliant, actually" he says as he took a bite out of a scone

"Did someone cast the confundus charm on you?"

"I don't... think so. Why do you ask?" he took another bite

"I see scones, I see potions, do you know what I DON'T see?"

"Oh, yeah... that"

Natty put her head in her hands

"Theodore!"

He put his hand on her shoulder

"Relax Nat. They already turned it in for you."

Natty looked up at her brother, who had the biggest smile on his face.

"They... what?"

"They noticed you had sent them your essay by accident, proof-read it and owl'd it directly to Professor Sallow. Probably sounded something like this

Theodore stepped back and put on his best impression of their mother.

"Oh Ace! Our darling daughter must have sent us her essay by accident! Poor thing must be so nervous right now but I really don't understand why, this essay is incredible! I couldn't have written it better myself!"

Then Dad probably went "I can tell no shortcuts were taken when writing this paper, well done Natty, this deserves an O and nothing less!"

"I shall send it to my good friend Sebastian at Hogwarts right away! However I absolutely won't also ask about how the children are doing because that would be inappropriate"

"Wonderful idea darling. Once you're done I know something inappropriate you and I could"

"STOP IT THEO! Please. Before I need to cast scourgify on my brain!"

Theodore put an end to his re-enactment, looked at his sister, and handed her a pastry. "Scone?"

Natty took the pastry from her brother wordlessly. He could be quite ridiculous at times, but always knew just how to cheer her up. She couldn't have conjured a better twin if she tried. As Theodore sat on the sofa next to her, she was able to sense that, beneath his playful charade, something was bothering him.

"How long did it take for Dad to catch you?"

Theodore sighed.

"He was onto me the moment I opened the front door. Let me get all the way to the kitchen though, before revealing himself, I think he took pity on me."

"Wow, that's actually pretty impressive"

"Yeah… it is. I don’t know how he does it to be honest."

“He’s been doing it for years Theo, for longer than we’ve been alive. It used to be his job, and it’ll be your job one day, too. I know you’ll be a great Auror one day. So you got caught by Dad. At least you got to say hi to him and Mum, that must have been nice.”

Theodore placed his arm around his sister, pulling her towards him.

“It was. Wish you could have been there, I know you miss them, too.”

“Winter holidays will be here before we know it.” Natty’s voice started to betray the fact that she was fighting sleep. “Hey, you were able to sneak in and out of school undetected, that counts for something doesn't it?"

"I guess it does. I'll outsmart Dad next time." Theodore says, wistfully.

Natty yawned as she curled onto the sofa, resting her head on her brother’s lap. "Good luck with that."

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Theodore didn’t get an answer to his question, Natty had fallen fast asleep. He summoned a blanket from the chair across them and draped it around his sleeping sister. He was glad to have been able to be there for her, to be a good brother to her in her moment of need, to calm her anxieties to the point that her mind was able to so quickly surrender to sleep. Happy with himself, he propped his feet up on the coffee table in front of him, leaned his head back against the plush upholstery, and fell asleep as well.

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A/N a brief description of the Sharp children at the time of this fanfiction

Magdala Dinah "Maggie" Sharp

Slytherin

Recently graduated, named after her grandmother and her father's closest friend. Fiercely intelligent, confident, but also quite humble. Te ringleader of the 4 Sharp children. Has had a lifelong passion for beasts, moved to America to study beasts native to the continent

Eleazar Sebastian Sharp

Ravenclaw

7th year, head boy, named after his mother's mentor as well as one of her closest friends. Quiet and a little shy, very kind and compassionate Demonstrated a knack for potion making practically before he showed signs of magic, and the only Sharp child to have yet to receive detention.

Theodore Ashley Sharp

Slytherin

5th year, named after his grandfather as well as his father's late partner. Has wanted to be an Auror for as long as he can remember, will do anything for his family and particularly his twin sister. He knows he's got charm and charisma and he's not afraid to use them to get out of trouble. Still didn't save him from landing himself in detention on his first week of school!

(F/N) Natalie "Natty" Sharp

Slytherin

5th year, named after her mother as well as one of her mother's closest friend. Prefers to go by her middle name because being named after the "Hero of Hogwarts" combined with her own exceptionally strong magic made it difficult for her to carve her own identity. A master negotiator with a quick wit, she can spot a lie from a mile away., Can usually keep her brother in check, and is organized enough for the two of them.

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