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Healing hands

Olruggio x Reader x Quifrey

Synopsis: Olly spends a lot of time tinkering and working on comissions. With fire magic being his specialty, burns are inevitable. While he used to treat the lighter burns at home, Quifrey has noticed Olruggio leaving for Kalhn more often to have his burns taken care of. He worries a lot about Olly hurting himself so much, until one day...

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A knock on the door interrupted the girls' excited chatter. Quifrey turned down the stove and set the porridge he'd been preparing for their breakfast aside, "Who might that be?" he said to no one in particular, leaving the kitchen to get the door.

"If it's outside work, I'm coming, too!" Agott called after him, the girls following him closely to get a good look at their visitor.

The surprise on his face was quickly overtaken by worry, when he found you, a doctor from Kalhn, outside the atelier, a little basket in hand.

"Hello, how may I help you?" he asked politely, eying your red cheeks and messy hair. Had you walked all the way up here from Kalhn?

"Oh, but I am here to help you. Well, Olruggio to be exact. He told me he lived in a small Atelier out here in the countryside?" You noticed his gaze lingering on your hair and face and quickly tried to tame the escaping hair strands with your free hand.

His gaze softened a little, "Yes, he lives here. But why did he send for you?" He would've told Quifrey first, if he wasn't feeling well, right?

Your face took on an even deeper shade of red,

"Oh, uhm, he didn't really send for me. It's just, well, he comes around to have his burns treated so much, I thought-" You started digging around in your basket, finally pulling out a little tub of salve, "I- I made this. It's a burn cream that I've been working on for a while. It soothes even the heavier burns and makes them easier to treat in the long run, if applied immediately."

You held it out for him, but Quifrey only looked at it. What a gentle soul, he thought. You'd made a burn cream just for Olly and even brought it all the way out here? If the red on your face didn't speak for itself already, Quifrey figured there was something more going on here and he was eager to find out. After a moment you asked, "Could you hand it to him?"

He shook his head, "No, but you can. Please, do come in. We were just about to have breakfast, but I'm sure there is more than enough for another guest."

You were nervous to say the least. You'd never been to an atelier before and weren't sure, what to expect. Yet the warm smile Quifrey offered was reassuring enough to help you leave those worries behind for a little bit. He stepped aside, allowing you in and leading the way to the kitchen. You followed him quietly, noticing whispers and giggles coming from the little dining area in the back. The girls had returned to their seats at the table, breaking their chatter once more, as you appeared in the doorway.

"I'm sure Olruggio would've told you, that he doesn't live alone?" Quifrey asked, adding, "These are my apprentices."

You waved to them, nodding, "Yes, he speaks very fondly of them. I've heard a story or two." Another smile spread across his face and you couldn't help but be in awe of his beautiful features. He gently guided you to sit at the table across from the girls' to then return to the stove.

"Tetia, Agott, would you please go and wake up Olly? I'm sure he wouldn't want to miss breakfast."

The girls got up with a nod and headed further inside the atelier to fetch their other master. Richeh quietly commented, "He sure wouldn't want to miss it today."

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Minutes later the girls returned, each holding onto one of Olly's long sleeves and dragging the yawning man to the kitchen.

"What is all this fuss about?" he uttered, rubbing his eyes with one of his sleeves when the girls finally let him go.

"Olruggio, we have a guest." Quifrey said as he carried the pots of porridge over to each of the tables. One for the girls, one for the adults. The rugged, dark-haired wizard peered up from his sleeve. When realization hit him, he immediately stood up straighter,

"Y/N, what are you doing out here? Did you walk all this way?" Sleep was forgotten, he settled in the chair next to you, looking you over with worry.

"I did, but it's alright. The weather was nice and I'd been wanting to go for a hike some time anyways." Your smile eased something in him, but he still wasn't sure what brought you here.

"But it's quite dangerous on foot, especially with scalewolf mating season around the corner. Why would you make such a dangerous trip?"

Quifrey, who found a seat on your other side gave him a knowing smile, as he said, "She made something, just for you."

Heat rose to your face once more with the way he worded that, "It's- It's nothing special, I'm sure it'll be of use to many people." You picked up the tub of salve from your basket and handed it over to the dark-haired wizard.

"It's for your burns. If you apply it immediately, it reduces the damage to the deeper layers of skin." Olly took the little container into his scarred hands, opening it, then closing it again. Completely in awe of what you had created, clearly with him in mind.

"Wow, this is great!" He finally said, looking up at you, "It'll be of good use to me for sure."

"You can always come to the clinic for a refill," you said, smiling bright. He returned the smile, the longing in his eyes all too familiar to Quifrey, who watched the two of you carefully. He didn't feel jealous, but neither did he fail to notice, that he was usually on the receiving end of said longing.

"I will," Olly said, eyes still glued to your beaming smile.

"Master, can we eat now?" Tetia wailed from the kids' table.

"Yes, go ahead."

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After breakfast, the two men had to physically stop you from helping with the dishes. Olruggio had opened up the window way for you, so you wouldn't have to walk all the way back to Kalhn and you gladly took the shortcut. He was still impressed, you'd traveled all this way just for him and swore to himself he'd come by more often, if only to make sure you didn't trouble yourself with another trip up here again.

"You like her?" Quifrey asked once you'd left. Olly took a step back, looking at his feet and rubbing his neck nervously.

"She's a good soul," he answered truthfully, "I do like her, but it's nothing."

"It doesn't look like nothing," The white haired wizard took a step towards the other, picking up his chin to make Olly look up at him.

"She's wonderful Olly, it is no crime to fall in love," His voice was as gentle as ever, reminding Olly of why he'd fallen for the other man in the first place.

"But what about us? Is this okay for you?" Olruggio took a step back, taking Quifrey's hand into his own and holding it, warming it.

"More than okay, I'm sure she's wonderful and I'd love to get to know her better." He drew Olly closer again, their noses now almost touching.

" 'm sure we can arrange that," Olly said, closing the gap between them to draw his partner into a kiss.

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next time | felix

pairing: felix (skz) x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend not only loves you but also your pretty pink lace panties…

rating: 18+ (mdni!)

wc: 2.7k

warnings: smut 18+/rpf!, subby lix bc i like that, dom!reader, pantie sniffing, TEASING + EDGING KINK GO BRRR HAHA, denied orgasm, male masturbation (but reader guides him :p), established relationship

a/n: my guys I’m back haha. Wrote this to get back into writing soooo I hope you enjoy :3

You’d been with Felix long enough to know all his little quirks, his nervous laugh when he tried to hide something, the way his freckles dusted darker in the summer, the habit he had of stealing your hoodies no matter how many times you swore you’d cut him off.

Living together only made it worse. Or better. Depending on the day.

Your apartment was warm with the late-summer heat, the lazy kind of afternoon where you were supposed to be running errands but got caught up scrolling on your phone instead. Felix had been quiet most of the day, claiming he was “working on music,” which wasn’t unusual. He’d holed himself up in the bedroom, door shut, lo-fi humming faintly through the walls.

You’d left him be for hours, figuring he was caught in one of his creative streaks.

But then-

A noise.

Soft, muffled, like a breath caught too roughly in the throat.

It made you pause. At first, you thought he’d just dropped something, or maybe stubbed his toe, but then you heard it again. Low, shaky, like someone trying hard not to make a sound.

Curiosity prickled through you, the kind you couldn’t ignore. You padded down the hall, steps light, heart beating a little too fast for no real reason.

The bedroom door wasn’t locked. It never was. And when you pushed it open just an inch-

What you saw made your stomach flip, heat licking low between your legs before you could even breathe.

Felix was on the bed, sprawled out with one hand wrapped around his cock, pumping slow and deliberate. His head was tilted back, lips parted, chest rising with each shaky inhale. And in his other hand-

Your pink lace panties.

The ones you’d worn yesterday.

Bunched up against his face as if he were inhaling you like oxygen, desperate and unashamed.

You froze in the doorway, pulse hammering, torn between the urge to gasp and the urge to bite your lip and watch.

You didn’t mean to stare. Really, you didn’t.

But the sight of him there - spread out on your sheets, his fist gliding over his length while your lace pressed against his face - rooted you in place. The quietest whimper slipped from his throat, low and desperate, and you felt your knees weaken.

You’d seen him needy before, plenty of times, but never like this. Never caught in the act, trembling with the risk of being found, using something that had clung to your skin just hours ago.

Your panties.

The corner of your mouth curved, heat blooming in your chest. Instead of barging in or clearing your throat, you leaned against the doorframe, folding your arms like you had every right to enjoy the show.

“Felix,” you drawled, letting his name drip with amusement.

His entire body jolted. The panties tumbled from his fingers, landing somewhere on the sheets, and his wide eyes darted to you.

“B-baby-” His voice cracked, freckles blooming red across his cheeks as he scrambled upright, cock still hard in his hand before he tried to cover himself. “I-I wasn’t-fuck, I didn’t know you-”

You arched a brow. “Didn’t know I’d catch you? Or didn’t know how much you wanted me?”

His throat bobbed. He shut his eyes for a second like he could will himself into the mattress.

You stepped into the room, the floor cool under your bare feet, each step deliberate. “Seoul’s noisy enough. Good thing these walls are thick, huh?” Your gaze flicked down his body, landing on the twitch of his cock. “Otherwise, the neighbors might’ve heard how pretty you sound.”

He groaned softly, fingers tightening around the sheets. “Baby, I-I wasn’t trying to-”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” you cut in, your tone sharp enough to make his lashes lift. The flush on his neck deepened. “You were thinking about me, weren’t you? Couldn’t help yourself.”

His lips parted, a helpless nod.

You reached the edge of the bed, your hand brushing the lace where it had fallen. Holding it up between two fingers, you let the delicate fabric dangle in the air. “These? You like the way I smell on them?”

His groan turned into a whimper, his hips jerking minutely against nothing.

“I… fuck, yes,” he admitted, voice barely audible. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

You tilted your head, a smirk tugging at your lips as you climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs without giving him a chance to retreat. Your panties were still in your hand, the lace brushing across his stomach as you leaned in close.

“Then show me,” you whispered against his ear. “Show me how bad you need it while I watch.”

Felix’s chest rose and fell beneath you, fast and shallow. His hands twitched like he wasn’t sure if he should reach for you or hide himself again. You caught one wrist, pressing it back down against the sheets.

“Don’t,” you murmured, your lips ghosting over his. “Don’t you dare stop now. I want to see you finish what you started.”

He let out a ragged breath, his pupils blown wide, freckles dark against the crimson heat in his cheeks.

Slowly- hesitantly - his hand wrapped back around his cock, precum smearing across his fingers. His eyes stayed locked on yours like he was waiting for you to scold him, waiting for you to tell him this was too much.

Instead, you dragged the lace panties across his jaw, down his neck, circling lazily around his chest. “That’s it,” you praised softly. “Pump your cock for me. Pretend I’m not even here. Just you and the smell of me on these.”

He choked on a groan, hips jerking upward into his own fist.

“God, baby,” you teased, your voice dropping low, husky, “you’re so hard. All from thinking about how wet I get in these little pink things?”

His hand sped up, his thighs tense beneath you. “Y-yeah,” he admitted, shame and arousal tangled in his tone. “Always - fuck- always think about you, how you’d taste, how you’d ride me in them.”

You leaned down, brushing your lips over the shell of his ear. “Say it louder.”

He whimpered, knuckles white where he gripped himself. “Always think about your pussy - how it smells, how it feels around me. Can’t get enough-”

“That’s my boy.” Your free hand slipped to his wrist, guiding his pace, forcing him to slow down when you knew he was close. His cry of frustration made you grin. “Not yet, Lix. You’ll come when I say so. Understand?”

His head fell back against the pillows, a desperate nod. “Yes, fuck, yes.”

You dragged the panties down his chest again, teasing them over the head of his cock. He nearly sobbed at the sensation, his body trembling under you.

“Good boy,” you purred. “Now stroke yourself nice and slow. Let me hear those pretty sounds.”

He obeyed, his moans spilling out shamelessly now, each stroke wringing more out of him. His eyes fluttered shut, mouth open, completely undone beneath you - just the way you liked him.

“Fuck- please,” Felix whimpered, his voice cracking, his cock straining in his fist as you held his wrist steady. His knuckles were wet with precum, each stroke slick and messy now, and you swore you could feel the heat radiating off his skin where you straddled his thighs.

“Please what?” you taunted, tilting your head as you dragged the pink lace across his chest again. His nipples hardened instantly, his whole body jerking at the touch. “You want to come already? Hm? After I just caught you being a filthy little boy in our bed?”

His hips bucked, and his voice came out wrecked. “Yes, fuck, please, I-I was thinking about you, baby, only you-”

“Of course you were.” You pressed the panties harder against his chest, then slid them up over his lips. His eyes widened, but you leaned close, whispering, “Open.”

He obeyed without hesitation, his mouth parting, and you pushed the lace between his lips. He groaned low in his throat, sucking instinctively, the taste of your arousal still faint on the fabric.

“That’s it,” you praised, your own breath catching at the sight. “Suck on them while you stroke your cock. Show me how desperate you are.”

His hand moved faster, his entire body trembling under you. He was trying so hard to stay quiet, but you weren’t about to let him. You grabbed his chin with your free hand, forcing his face up so you could see every twitch, every struggle, the lace still stuffed in his mouth.

“Louder, Lix,” you ordered, your tone sharp enough to cut through his haze. “I want the neighbors to know how good I make you feel. Moan for me.”

His eyes rolled back as he let go, a guttural sound ripping from his throat. His cock throbbed in his fist, precum dribbling down over his fingers, his wrist straining as you held it in rhythm.

“Good boy,” you murmured, pressing your lips to his jaw. “That’s my perfect boy. Look at you—jerking yourself off while I watch, drooling on my panties. You’re so fucking dirty.”

He whimpered around the lace, thighs trembling violently.

“Don’t stop,” you warned, tightening your grip on his wrist when his strokes faltered. “You don’t come until I say so.”

The frustration in his eyes nearly undid you. His brows pinched, his chest heaving, his cock twitching like it was seconds from spilling, but he obeyed. He always obeyed.

“Fuck, baby,” he gasped when you pulled the lace from his mouth, strings of saliva clinging to the fabric. “I-I can’t hold it-“

“You can,” you corrected, pressing the panties against the head of his cock now. He nearly sobbed at the contact, his body arching helplessly off the mattress. “You’re going to hold it because I told you to. You’re going to stroke that pretty cock just the way I want, and you’re not going to come until I tell you.”

“Yes-yes, baby, please, please-”

You bent down, your lips ghosting over his ear, your voice a low growl. “Beg for it.”

His voice cracked again, the sound pitiful and raw. “Please let me come, I need it, I need you so bad-I’ll be good, I swear, I’ll do anything-”

The panties in your hand dragged over his slit, smearing precum across the lace. His back bowed, his strokes erratic now, his thighs shaking violently under you.

“You’re such a mess,” you whispered, biting his earlobe just hard enough to make him shiver. “All over yourself, whining like a slut because you like the way I smell. Tell me-tell me whose cock this is.”

“Yours,” he sobbed instantly, no hesitation, his voice breaking with the force of it. “It’s yours, baby, only yours- fuck-I’m yours.”

“Damn right you are.” You kissed his temple, soft and sweet, before letting your tone turn razor-sharp again. “Now come for me. Right fucking now. Make a mess for me, Lix.”

The command ripped through him like lightning. His hips shot up violently, his hand jerking fast and desperate, and he cried out your name as his orgasm tore through him. Thick spurts of cum painted his stomach, his chest, even streaked up to the hand still clutching the lace panties. His whole body shook with it, his thighs clamping tight around you as he rode the high, moans spilling out unrestrained.

You didn’t stop him. You guided his wrist through every twitch, every spurt, praising him in a low, steady murmur. “That’s it, good boy… let it all out. Look how pretty you are for me.”

When he finally collapsed back onto the pillows, boneless and wrecked, his hand slipped free of his softening cock, his chest heaving as sweat dampened his hairline. His cheeks were flushed scarlet, freckles standing out like constellations across his skin.

And in his trembling fingers, he still clutched the ruined lace panties, soaked in cum and saliva.

You smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his swollen lips. “Next time,” you whispered, smirking against his mouth, “you ask me to help instead of sneaking off with my underwear.”

His laugh came out hoarse and broken, his arms wrapping around you to pull you down against him. “Y-yeah,” he panted, utterly undone. “Next time.”

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To Be or Not To Be

❝ … 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒚/𝒏 ❞

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a/n: all for kicks and giggles. this is all just a head canon of how i think they would act with their bestie (you). this is all just for fun. also if you're mentioned in the comments its for the tags

warning(s): sassy kings// top tier haters// profanity// VERY suggestive comments// pet names// friends being friends// homiesexual acts// mentions of other idols and groups// mentions of reader bullying STAY// chris being petty// the guys clowning chris// full crack// ALL fictional

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── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ── ≔ ⋆⟢ pairing : (villagers) stray kids x (giantess) female reader

◟ genre : fantasy + giantess au, fluff ◟ word count : 639 ⬩➤ 「 warning 」 ᝰ. not proofread

Within the center of the tranquil grand forest, a large bush can be seen and heard being shaken around with every berry being plucked for the incoming harvesting season. Some branches are letting out this scratchy noise while the leaves attached to them rustle. Occasionally, a branch is accidentally snapped off, but it’s not such a big deal since this specific bush regenerates quickly. One by one, the berries are starting to fill up their baskets which also drains most of their energy out of them. 

“Ahhhhhh!” Jisung whines, utterly tired and frustrated that they still aren’t finished harvesting for berries. “How much longer is this going to take?!” 

“Well, you see all those empty baskets right there?” Minho questioned without looking back at him, where he laid on the grassy bed, before emptying a handful of berries into his third basket. 

“Yeah?” Jisung grumbles, looking at those baskets as if they were some cursed objects. 

“We’re not going anywhere till they are full of berries.” 

“Ughhh! Hyung! Can I just go back to the village first?” Jisung asked, turning to Chan for his input. 

Chan sighs, shaking his head before he continues plucking for more berries. 

“I’m tired of harvesting. My fingertips hurt…” 

“Well that’s too bad. Should’ve brought gloves with you then.” Hyunjin argued under his breath. 

“I heard that!” 

“Good!” 

“Guys please don’t fight.” Felix advised as he grabbed another empty basket to fill. 

“How about you just take a short stroll around and then come back to harvesting?” Changbin said, throwing his berries into his basket while also eating some to see whether they were good or not. 

“Fine…” 

He groans as he gets up, brushing the dirt, dust, and leaves off his clothes to walk somewhere further into the forest. It hadn’t even been ten minutes before all of them jumped in surprise. 

“GUYS?!” Jisung shouted. 

Without saying anything, they all dropped what they were doing to find him. Luckily, when they found him, he was completely fine, however, not so happy that he dragged them all the way out here. 

“Guys look!” 

“Seriously Jisung? You made us come all the way out here to look at a rock?” Seungmin said, as he looked at him with confused annoyance. 

“No, look closer!” Jisung argued, pointing out the bottom of the enormous rock. “This thing has a gold frame around it.” 

“Now that you mention it… it doesn’t look like a rock at all?” Jeongin added. “Rocks aren’t usually this bright red.” 

“The shape of it is also off…” Minho said. 

“It’s like a tear drop shaped thing…” Changbin observed. 

“Where do you–” Chan started talking, only to stop as all of them heard a terrifying sound. 

Boom! 

Boom! 

BOOM!

There were these loud thuds! Every thud also came with the ground shaking before them. The force was so heavy that they had trouble standing straight. Then as they were prepared to move from the scene, a huge hand appeared from nowhere. They stared in total disbelief as it laid flat on the ground. 

“There it is!” You cheered, relieved that you found your pendant. “Oh?” 

The eight of them stared at you and you stared back at them. 

Naturally due to your size, they freaked out. Though no one said anything. 

“Oh? Hello? Aren’t you some tiny giants?” You chuckled, before grabbing your pendant and one of the tiny giants you saw. 

“Guys… HELP ME!” Jisung cried out as you carefully held him in one of your hands before you stood to your full height to return to your own village. 

“Crap! We need to get Jisung back!” Chan shouted, as they all started running after you which was a futile attempt since you only need to take a couple of steps here and there while they need to take hours to catch up.

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𐙚⋆.˚ jester! jisung x princess! fem! reader [ request ]

jisung's job is making the royal court laugh, as his beloved princess stops smiling he takes the matter into his own hands

⤷ a/n : this drabble was my first request >_< i hope i did good and that it's up to anon's expectations, it was supposed to be a longer fic but lately things have been so busy a lil drabble was all i could do :) enjoyy <3

⤷ contains : +18 historical smut m! masturbation p in v sex wet dreams sub/bottom hanji bratty reader ⋮ ⌗ ┆ wc [ 1.5k ] — tags : @jisungml + @smiileflower

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jester! jisung whose entire reason for living is entertain the royal family, sing jolly songs for the court and come up with witty jokes even on his worst days, but even on those dark days where he wished only to be a commoner worrying about trading milk and vegetables for his family behind the castle walls, the only thought that actually kept him going day after day under humiliation was his beloved princess

jester! jisung who didn’t understand the maids’ comments about what a spoiled girl you grew up to be, how every knight dreaded escorting you through the city to talk to the people, or even the bishops pretended they weren’t at the church when you showed up by orders of the queen, for him you were the only person in the whole kingdom he was willing to spend the entire night thinking about a new melody just for you, if you demanded a joke he was already tripping down the stairs for a fragment of your laughter

jester! jisung who lived by the mantra that every word that came out of your mouth was an order higher than the king himself, ever since he was taken to the castle and saw a frown forming in your beautiful face he made everything to bring a laugh out of your pouty lips every day after it, a delightful sound that sent him higher than any ale he could find on the kingdom, but not higher than all the teasing you’ve been doing lately

jester! jisung who didn’t understand why you were suddenly so interested in asking him things such as how to know if a man liked you, how to be more pleasant as a partner, how to make a prince fall in love with you, and he answered every question, he had to, it was his job to entertain the royal family and play by the rules of any games they ordered him to do, even if just hearing the princess say those kind of things sent a feverish wave of heat to every corner of his body

jester! jisung who laid on the hard mattress inside his candlelit chambers in the middle of the night, words and tunes drifting through his mind now flooded solely by images of you—the sight of you bending down to reach for a fallen book was scorched into his brain, alongside the swell of your breasts that seemed to almost spill over your too tight corset, even the mere glance of your bare feet and ankles while stubbornly dancing in the stream near the castle’s forest sent him to heaven

jester! jisung who saw the shadows dancing over the walls of his chambers, wishing it was you in front of him, swaying your hips on top of him where in an ideal world a jester could live the dream of having a perfect night of passion with the gracious heir of the throne, where your skin of silk would shudder under the roughness of his calloused palms, and the sound of your moans would match the same pitch of your brightest laughter

jester! jisung who closed his eyes just as tightly as he wrapped his fingers around his throbbing member, hidden under strained trousers, bursting with the need of pressing your sweaty breasts against his heaving chest, seeing the drool dripping from the corner of your bruised and swollen lips as his pristine and noble lady came undone by the mere touch of him

jester! jisung who feels guilty by all the thoughts he tries to keep away from his mind every time he looks at you, but also undoubtedly noticing that you were more distant lately, lashing out on the servants more often, even with your parents, and the frown poor jisung worked so hard to take away from you was now taking over your beautiful features, feeling bitter jealousy slowly taking over him for the reason of your sudden change was that one of your suitors rejected you for being “too difficult and not docile”

jester! jisung who storms down the stone walls late at night, joining on a search for you after the knights reported you were nowhere to be seen in your aisle, jisung knew you better than anyone on that castle, he knew each of your secret hideouts for when you threw one of your fits and just wanted to pout alone where no one could bother you with royal duties, but this time he also knew you wanted more than anything to be seen by someone, and he wanted to be that one

jester! jisung who found you by a balcony on the east wing that contemplated the dark forest, you heard his steps getting closer but didn't turn around, simply terrified of letting your jolly jester see you the high and mighty princess so depressed about not being worshiped by another pretty and plain prince, you thought about making some snarky remark or witty joke just like him but in a heartbeat jisung’s loud voice echoed through the silent corridor “look at me!”, he strided closer even though your back was still turned to him, reaching for your shivering shivering from the cold night breezes and finally turning you around to face him, only to be met by the glistening shine of your tears rolling down your cheeks

jester! jisung who froze in place for a moment too long, desperation taking over of every fiber of his being when seeing his beloved suffering from a broken heart, he wanted to think about a lame joke to make you laugh, a jolly song to soothe your pleading gaze, but in a matter as devastating as this he knew he had to do something effective and quick, only enough time for him to slowly lean down, brush his trembling fingers under your chin, your glossy eyes widening and at last focusing on him alone as he captured your lips in a soft kiss

jester! jisung who can feel your stiff muscles at first softening under his warm embrace, tongues beginning to swirl against one another as if that was the only language they could talk equally, without you needing to use noble terms or his local accent slipping through his lips, the grip on the soft flesh of your ass wasn’t very respectable of him, but that was the only was his body could respond to every one of your moans that he swallowed into his mouth, needy whines that dripped from your lips and died down on the tip of his tongue

jester! jisung who let you guide him to your private chambers, the wide candlelit room decorated with ribbons and everything he ever imagined a princess would like, but the only thing he could focus on that moment was the desperation of your fingers gripping his rattling collar and throwing him on your soft and silky bed, with an hesitance he never saw you disclose publicly, you stripped from the rich fabrics that engulfed your body and climbed bare on top of him, finally out of his checkered clothes he could feel every slight shiver traveling down on your thighs as you leaned down for another feverish kiss

jester! jisung who couldn't help but feel delighted not only by your soaked core sliding against his carved stomach but his stiff manhood edging closer to the curve of your round ass, with a slow glance around your majestic figure caging him under plush thighs he rests his palms on your waist to let you know you were the one in charge that night, a shaky exhale escapes your swollen lips as you wrapped your fingers around his bursting member, sliding his flushed tip to your entrance and letting it painfully yet deliciously stretch out every inch of your insides

jester! jisung who fought against the urge to come at the sight of you circling your hips to welcome him in easier inside you or biting your lower lip when you finally reached the base of his length, meaty flesh gripping every sensitive bit of him as you rested your palms on his muscular chest and picked up a lavish pace, covering him in a coat of your juices while leaving the tiniest red crescent moon marks near his shoulders

jester! jisung who spent years learning every side of you, but that night he finally got to wrap his arms around your waist as you engulfed him in pleasure, capturing your mouth into his as a weak attempt to muffle both of your moans when the climax washed down your sore and slick bodies that still gripped into one another even as he softened inside you, at last your backs fell into the mattress in a mess of silky sheets and erratic breaths, with your head tucked safely to the crook of his neck you two cuddled even closer to each other, almost falling in slumber a weak and pleased whisper leaves your lips asking for one of his lullabies for sweet dreams

“under the dancing gleam of stars in the night

from sleep my poor eyes fight

so haunted by you, I write a funny song

because my heart beats in a way that's wrong

it knows that to the crown my soul oblige

but I rather love in the shadows only to be able to dream by your side”

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Princess Richard

idol!Han Jisung x girlfriend!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend brings home a new pet and introduces you to her.

Genre: slice of life

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The characters in this story are by no means meant to be taken as an accurate representation of Han or any other real-life person.

Warnings: author knows absolutely nothing about reptiles.

A/N - This is my first time writing about any other member of SKZ aside from Chan. I've done writing exercises with Chan, but Spinning out waiting for you... was my first real drabble I wrote about him. This idea about Han came to me while I was watching the newest Racha Log. I fear this might become one of my fav one shots I've written if I'm able to execute the vision I have. I also have to admit I don't read much fanfic about the other members apart from Chan because he's my bias, but I really want to learn to write OT8.

When your boyfriend texts you and tells you that you are going to be a mom, you stare at your phone with a confused expression.

babe? You there?

You quickly snap out of it and start typing back your reply to him.

I'm a bit nervous about what “congratulations, you’re going to be a mom 🎉💕” could possibly mean, actually...

Don't worry about it, sweetheart, you'll see when I get home.

You worry. You worry a lot, actually.

You and Jisung share a nice apartment that is comfortable for two people. Maybe a cat or two, or even a small dog.

However, something inside you tells you that Jisung isn't speaking to you with the idea of a cat or a dog in mind and that, again, worries you. You'd never really spoken about getting pets. You wouldn't necessarily be against it as long as it wasn't a super high-maintenance animal.

Jisung's idol life was always so busy; sometimes you felt like you had to plan out dates weeks in advance so he could make time for you.

And you have a job, you work from home, and you make a decent enough amount of money to be able to help with rent (though Jisung insists he can take care of the rent in its entirety, you always liked to help) and still have some money left on the side to treat yourself and help with groceries.

It's just going to be a dog, Y/n, don't freak out.

Is what you find yourself thinking as you do arbitrary chores around the apartment, things you've been avoiding doing, just to distract your mind from whatever surprise your boyfriend was about to bring home to you.

As you’re lying in bed watching TikToks, scrolling through Instagram, liking and commenting on your friends’ posts, you hear the front door creak open.

Your stomach drops; you’d completely forgotten about Jisung’s “surprise”. You were still so scared to see what he’d possibly brought home. Maybe it was nothing at all, and he’d just been playing a prank on you, right? Right?

“Jagiya! I’m home.” He calls out from the living room. You take a final deep breath to prepare yourself before standing up from the bed and heading out into the hallway.

Jisung chuckles as he watches you approach cautiously from the hallway.

“Hi,” you say cautiously. Jisung smiles at how nervous you are about approaching him.

He lifts his hands, showing you that he has nothing in them. “Babe, I don’t like this. What was that text about? I’m nervous,” you say as you finally reach him. He presses his lips to yours for a quick kiss before taking your hand and leading you into the kitchen.

“Let’s wash our hands first.”

You do exactly as instructed, thoroughly washing your hands with warm water and the unscented soap.

You’re cautious as he leads you back into the living room once both of you have washed your hands. He sits on the floor in front of the coffee table. There was a small plexiglass enclosure you must’ve missed before.

The enclosure was small, a temporary home, made out of plexiglass with holes for airflow along the top of the enclosure. There’s a paper towel lining the floor of the enclosure, a little log for climbing, and a small hollowed-out rock structure to hide under.

You kneel beside Jisung and look inside the enclosure…

“This is our daughter.”

You tilt your head, looking at the small animal currently sitting on top of the log in its enclosure.

“What… What is it?” You ask as you watch it look around and lick its left eye.

“It? Really, jagi? It? She’s our daughter.”

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry. What is she?”

“She’s a crested gecko; her name is Richard.” You pause and turn your head to look at Jisung.

“Richard?”

“Changbin named her.” The expression on your face is a mix of surprise, confusion, and shock. Jisung just looks like a proud father as he introduces you to Richard. “Would you like to hold her?”

“I would love to hold Richard.” You can’t help but smile at how gentle Jisung is with Richard. He places one hand in front of her and another behind her to gently coax her to walk onto his the palm of his hand. You hold out your own hands, and he carefully transfers Richard into your palms. You hold her up in front of your face and study her up close.

She licks her eye.

“Hello, Richard. I’m Y/n. I’m your mom.” You look at Jisung, then back at Richard. “I don’t know if she likes me, babe.”

“She’s not much of a talker.”

It’s a bit of an understatement to say you quickly fall in love with your new daughter. You absorb every bit of knowledge from Jisung. You help feed Richard, even when insects are involved; you cut up fruit into small portions that are more manageable for her, and you clean her enclosure when Jisung can’t do it.

You just enjoy holding her and watching her climb and walk around in her temporary enclosure.

Once her permanent terrarium comes in, you clear out a space in your shared bedroom for her. You go to the pet store and help Jisung pick out the things you need, from foliage and hiding spots to thermometers and substrate.

You both make sure Richard has the best possible living space. You even DIY a little sign that says “Princess Richard” on it to put on the outside of her enclosure.

Jisung quickly changed his wallpaper from a picture of you to a picture of Richard. It probably would’ve made you jealous if you hadn’t done the same.

hey baby want to go get dinner tn?

You look down at your phone and snap a picture of Richard on your shoulder.

Sorry it’s girls night tonight.

wow…

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[scribblewytch]

── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ── ≔ ⋆⟢ pairing : (villager) han jisung x (giantess) female reader

◟ genre : fantasy + giantess au, fluff ◟ word count : 674 ⬩➤ 「 warning 」 ᝰ. not proofread

For the past ten minutes, Jisung sat quietly while being curled up into a ball with his arms hugging his legs to his chest. Though the lack of noise from him was more out of stress than content. He’s been watching you this whole time, keenly and fearfully. You casually returned to the kitchen to retrieve the biggest kitchen cleaver he’s ever seen to cut up some gigantic apples and grapes. Every cut you made has him gulping nervously. The sound of it alone was loud and heavy, causing goosebumps to rise. 

“Okay, just finished cutting these up. Hopefully they’re small enough for you, Little guy.” You chimed out as you set two small plates down which were enormous compared to his size. 

He looked at the plates then at you and thankfully it seems like you understood what he was hinting. You opened your hand, he climbed on top and was given a safe ride up to where the fruits were. 

“Here goes nothing…” Jisung thought, hoping nothing bad will happen since he’s quite hungry. 

With as much courage as he could muster, he took his first bite. His eyes were closed as he chewed a mouthful of the big apple slice you made for him. Then in seconds, his eyes shot open in surprise, looking back at the apple piece and at you. 

“This is so delicious?! Woah!"

He takes another bite, then another, and another. Honestly, he’s going to take ages finishing one slice but he doesn’t mind because it’s so darn good. He can’t compare anything even remotely close to how sweet and savory these fruits were than what he had back home. His cheeks were stuffed full which added to his cuteness. 

“Hungry aren’t you little guy?” 

He nods as he continues chewing. 

“Say, since you understand me, do you have a name I can call you instead of me calling you tiny giant or little guy all the time?” 

“I thought you’d never ask!” Jisung thought, standing by the edge of the plate for you to open your hand again to bring him back to the table’s surface. 

“Hmmm? Why don’t you use these sunflower seeds to spell it out?” 

Luckily the seeds were light enough for him to move around. It took some time but eventually he gestured to you that he wanted to be picked up to make sure he didn’t mess up the spelling. 

“Han Jisung? That’s your name?” 

Within your hand, he nods adorably before he points at you. 

“Nice to meet you, Jisung. My name is Y/N.” 

He claps excitedly to then point back down at the plate of fruits. 

“Oh right, please continue eating.” 

The way he rang back to the apple slice he was eating was unfathomably cute. You rest your head on your hand as you carefully smoothen his hair with the tip of your finger. 

“Eat slowly, Jisungie. There’s more than enough and the food is not going anywhere.” 

He freezes, looking at you with wide eyes. You stopped what you were doing, ready to draw your finger back to see Jisung cling onto it instead. His head shook side to side, he tugs your finger back with all the strength he has to place it on top of his head. 

“You want me to continue?” 

“Mmm!” He nods. 

“Were you surprised by the nickname?” 

He nods again.

“Do you dislike it?” 

He frantically shakes his head before making an expression of what you assume to be a pleading pout. 

“You want me to call you that more often?” 

Then back to nodding he goes with a cheeky smile. 

“What am I going to do with you, Jisungie? You’re so cute, I could just eat you up!” 

Well… bad choice of words. 

He jumps, running away to hide behind one of the apple slices. 

“I’m kidding! It’s a joke! I promise, I’d never do that!” 

He stares at you suspiciously before sitting back down onto the plate, dragging your finger back onto his head to then continue eating.

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[astrayapple]

Her Name is Richard

Pairings: Han Jisung x female!Reader

Rating: T+

Genre: meet cute, pre-relationship, getting together

Summary: You get all sorts of folks coming through your reptile store. From nervous parents indulging an excited child, to long-time reptile parents needing new supplies, you'd just about seen it all.

So when an excitable man comes in looking to make sure he has everything he needs before he gets his new lizard, you're happy to help as usual.

Yet... he won't leave your mind, and he keeps coming back to visit. (Is he having the same feelings as you?)

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: FINALLY I've written something for each of the boys AHH I'm so excited. Richard really inspired me for this one. I'm so happy for her, she's gonna live the best life I know it.

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Your pet store was your pride and joy. It was small, but it was staying afloat, and that's what mattered.

You'd been passionate about reptiles and amphibians since you were a little kid. You learned everything you knew from your uncle, who also raised snakes and lizards. Anything you didn't know, you read books or watched videos about.

So after finishing university, with a zoology major (focused on herpetology) and a business minor, your goal had always been to own your own shop. You’d been working at a local pet store during school and for a few months after graduation, too. 

That was, until a perfect little part of a building came open for rent. 

It was small, cozy even, but it’s exactly what you had in mind when you thought about your future store.

Your uncle ended up giving you a late “graduation gift” to help you with the downpayment for the location and the stuff you’d need within it.

It had taken months to build it up to what you wanted it to be, and honestly it still didn’t feel fully finished, but you finally felt secure enough to open it.

You’d named it “Tales of Scales” and it was your pride and joy. 

Well, next to Croissant of course.

You blinked, pulling yourself out of your reminiscing. You couldn’t believe it’d been a full year since you’d fully opened and you were still here.

It had been a bit of a slow day so far, but it usually was in the middle of the week. Some part of you still debated if you should even be open as often as you were, but considering you only had one other employee and half the power had to stay on anyway when you weren’t here to keep all the tanks warm and running, it really didn’t make much of a difference.

Plus, you’d have to come in anyway to clean the tanks and feed the animals who needed it, so why not just be open while you were at it?

Croissant, your bearded dragon, was currently resting on your shoulder. He had a perch on the main check out counter with a pathway that led back to his main enclosure, located just behind the desk. He loved the attention he got when customers came in. If he could spend all day sun bathing or being petted, he would.

You hummed softly to yourself as you looked back at your computer screen, double checking your inventory for the upcoming month. There were some new snake treats you’d seen advertised on Instagram recently, and you were debating if you should add them to your shelves or not.

The soft sound of the door opening pulled you away from the computer screen. You glanced up and saw two men, about your age if you had to guess, enter.

You gave them a small smile and bow. “Hello, welcome in. Let me know if you need help with anything.”

They both gave you a quiet greeting in return before talking to each other as they browsed through the shelves near the entrance.

You glanced back at your computer, glancing up at them periodically to make sure they were still doing well. Croissant was still vibing on your shoulder, completely content snuggled into your body heat.

The two eventually made their way to some of the enclosures near you. You were very particular about the selection of live animals you had available at your store. You made sure they were always healthy and had plenty of room to be happy. Most of them you acquired from breeders who you had connections with, normally when they had excess that weren’t already claimed for. You also weren’t afraid to help connect customers to the right person if they were looking for a critter that you didn’t currently have in person.

“Oh!” You heard one of them exclaim softly. You glanced over and saw they were standing in front of one of the gecko’s cases. 

The one who’d spoken was the excited one who gave you the urge to pinch his cheeks. He was smiling at the other boy as he pointed at the enclosure. “This one is like the one I’m getting!”

“Is that how big they get?” The other asked, bending over just slightly so he could peer through the glass easier.

“That one’s full grown,” you piped up, causing both men to look at you. “She’s pretty average size, so that’s about what you can expect.”

The excited one nodded eagerly, glancing at the other man. “Perfect size, right?”

“So you’re getting a crested gecko?” You asked curiously.

He looked back at you and you swore you saw a slight blush dusting his cheeks. “Uh, yeah! I’ve always liked lizards and stuff and so I decided to finally get one.”

You nodded. “I get it, I also like lizards and stuff,” you teased lightly.

The other boy snorted and the excited one’s blush grew exponentially. You decided to take it easy on him, though. You didn’t want to scare off a potential long-term customer.

“What all have you bought for them so far?” You prompted gently.

He brightened up at that. “Oh! I have the tank at home and a heating lamp for it already. I wanted to buy some of the decor in person though, so I looked up stores near me and I found this one!” He smiled sheepishly. “I didn’t even know this place existed or I would’ve come here sooner, I think.”

The other boy raised an eyebrow. “This is practically your cat cafe Sung-ah.”

The excited one (Sung?) looked like he was about to protest when he looked at you and his eyes widened.

Oh he finally spotted Croissant.

“Oh my gosh,” he breathed, eyes full of wonder. “On your shoulder- is that a bearded dragon?”

You gave a small shrug to gesture to him. “Yes it is. This is Croissant, the unofficial, official store mascot.” You glanced back at the boys. “You can come hold him if you want.”

You didn’t offer Croissant to everyone. There was a sign under his perch, actually, that gave strict instructions to not lift him up without an employee’s permission followed by an explanation of how to pet him safely (with one to two fingers, down his back, and to not poke his face).

“Seriously?” He asked near reverently. 

You nodded. “He’s a chill guy. He won’t mind.”

The guy scurried over and stopped in front of you. If he was a dog, though he gave off squirrel vibes honestly, he’d be vibrating with excitement.

“What’s his name?” He asked.

You slowly moved your hands up to scoop up Croissant and hold him out to the boy, who gently held his hands out. “This is Croissant. He’s 8 years old.”

Croissant huffed as he was moved off of his warm perch. He looked up at the man holding him and blinked before shifting to start crawling up his arm, deciding he wanted to be on someone’s shoulder, even if it wasn’t yours.

The guy yelped, but thankfully didn’t flail. You laughed. “Sorry about him. He’s very stubborn. He just wants to sit on your shoulder like he was on mine.”

The guy watched him with wide eye wonder, not even looking at you as he replied breathlessly. “Yeah, no, that’s fine. He can do whatever he wants.”

“Are all… lizards this friendly?” The other guy asked, clearly trying to remember what you’d called Croissant but giving up.

You shrugged. “Yes and no, depends on their parents’ personalities a little bit, and species does matter some, too. Bearded dragons are generally a very friendly option for people. I recommend them for those who have kids because they’re also a bit bigger, too, which makes them a little sturdier.

“Just like other pets, though, socialization is important if you’re getting a young reptile. The more often they have positive interactions with people, the less stressed they’ll be and many will even enjoy being around people,” you explained.

“I’m gonna have everyone come and hold her when I get her,” the excited one said, looking at the other guy.

The other guy laughed. “Maybe she could come to the studio with you.”

The excited one gasped. “Oh my god, do you think she could? I bet she could fit in my pocket!”

“You could maybe harness train her,” you suggested.

The excited, future-reptile owner looked at you. “What’s that?”

You leaned down behind the counter to grab Croissant’s harness. You placed it on the counter to show him. “We don’t carry a ton of these in stock, because not a lot of average reptile owners want them, but I do have a source if you’re interested.” You gestured toward the door where a sign was hanging by the entrance. “All friendly reptiles are welcome in our store as long as they’re safely contained in some way, and that includes being attached to a harness. This one is Croissant’s.”

“And he wears it?” The other boy asked.

You nodded. “I mean, he was unsure at first, but what pet isn't?” You shrugged. “Now he puts it on no fuss. He likes going on walks.”

“Should I get one now then?” The excited one asked. His eyes reminded you of boba with how wide and innocent they looked. “Or should I wait until she's full grown? Is it ever too late to train them for it?”

“When are you getting her?” You asked, tilting your head.

“In a little over a week,” he replied.

“Just bring her in then and I can help you out if you want,” you suggested. “Not right away, if you want to give her time to settle in first. I promise she doesn't need to be in a harness day one, or even month one, in order to eventually get used to one.”

He nodded along, still looking at you with his wide, excited eyes.

“So,” you said, stepping out from behind the counter, “want to get some stuff for her enclosure?”

“Yeah!” He replied eagerly. 

“Great, how big is the tank?” You asked as you started walking towards one of the shelves.

“Oh- um, will Croissant be okay like this?” He asked, still rooted in place.

You nodded. “Yeah I walk around with him on my shoulder all the time,” you turned to keep walking, “but if at any point he makes you uncomfortable, or you just want to be relieved of your perch duties, let me know.”

“I don't mind,” he replied softly before scurrying to catch up with you.

So as it turned out, the future gecko owner's name was Jisung and the friend he had with him was Minho. He ended up purchasing two nice branches for her to climb on, a dome shelter, a water dish, and a starter plant for his tank. You walked him through basic setup and even gave him one of the pamphlets you had printed out for all new reptile owners.

“I'm sure you know some of this already, but I always find having a reference to double check myself makes me feel better when I'm doing something new,” you explained as you slipped it into his bag.

“No, yeah, I appreciate it,” Jisung said, his adorable blush coming back.

“I want to see her once you get her,” you told him as you put his receipt into the bag. “Even if it's just you coming in and showing me a picture.”

“I'll be back, I promise,” he said as he scooped up the bag. “Thanks for all your help today.”

You smiled. “It's my pleasure. I'm always happy to help a new reptile owner. Sounds like you're gonna give her a good home.”

God his cheeks looked so cute when he blushed. “That's the goal. She deserves to be spoiled like any other pet would be.”

You grinned, glancing down at where Croissant was now happily laying on his perch. “I agree.”

When the two of them said their goodbyes, with Jisung thanking you once again for all your help, you were pretty sure he'd be back.

There was a chance he wouldn’t. He could just order his food online or go to a big name store, but the fact that he came in in the first place gave you some hope. 

You expected it wouldn't be immediately, though, and while you weren't in the habit of memorizing the faces of first time customers, something about him was sticking in your mind.

So you were a little surprised when, exactly a week later, he came back through the door.

You'd been stocking one of the shelves when you heard the familiar sound. “Welcome in,” you called out, finishing what you were doing before turning around. “If you need any help just let me know- oh, Jisung! Hi!”

Jisung blinked. “You remember my name?”

You shrugged. “Of course, why wouldn't I? Did you get your gecko early?”

He blinked, a blush immediately rising to his cheeks. “I didn't think you'd remember that either- um, I mean, I'm picking her up today and I realized I wasn't sure if she'd have a good carrying container? Then I wasn't sure what even was a safe way to transport a gecko, so I figured I'd stop by here since you probably would know.”

You smiled. “I mean, whoever you’re getting her from probably has her in a safe travel container already. If you don’t mind me asking, where are you getting her from?”

Jisung quickly explained and you nodded along as he did. “Yeah, they’re a good one. They’ll definitely have you hooked up, but-” You turned towards the shelves, “if you want to be extra sure, I can definitely help you out.”

Jisung nodded, smiling bashfully. “Yes please. I just want to make sure I do this right.”

You led him around your small store, hooking him up with Croissant’s favorite treats, a small travel container, and a misting bottle.

“I mean, she probably won’t need it for the short trip,” you reassured him as you helped him check out, “but, they do like humid environments. I bet she’ll already have a damp towel at the bottom of the container she’s in when you get her, though.”

Jisung continued to nod along to everything you said. Keeping his gaze on you as he tapped his card against the terminal. “Thank you for all of your help.”

“You clearly did a lot of research too, I’m sure you would’ve figured it out without me,” you told him seriously, “but I’m still happy I could help even a little bit.”

“No, no, you helped a lot,” he reassured. “I mean, I did research a lot but,” that lovely blush comes back onto his face, “I second guess myself a lot, so having someone who clearly knows what they’re talking about tell me I’m doing it right means a lot.”

You beamed. “Well then I’m doubly happy I could help.” You reached out, playfully nudging his shoulder. “You got this. You’re gonna give her a great home.”

“Thanks,” he breathed softly. He looked at you for a moment longer, before blinking, breaking the moment.

He leaned back away from the check out counter, laughing slightly. “But, um, yeah, hah, thanks for your help. I should probably get going.”

You nodded, fingers twitching on the counter. “Yeah, of course. Next time I see you, you’ll hopefully have a name for her, yeah?”

He laughed more genuinely this time. “For sure.”

The rest of your day went by normally. The flow of customers was fairly slow, so you managed to get some cleaning done, including deep cleaning Croissant’s tank.

As you were closing up your store that evening, Jisung kept popping up in your head. You knew why. He was cute, charming, and also had a soft spot for reptiles, which was always a huge plus in your book.

Plus, he seemed so dedicated to making sure he was about to give his new gecko a good home. Considering it was his first reptile pet, you were super impressed by his dedication.

You assumed it’d be a few more days until you saw him again. He probably had work, and he really didn’t have a reason to come in immediately. He’d bought plenty of supplies from your store already, and more from online retailers as well.

So imagine your surprise as you started to walk home after locking up the shop, when you spotted his face on a large sign on a building.

Well, it wasn’t just his face, Minho was there, too, as well as six other men.

Holy shit. He was a k-pop idol??

You knew of Stray Kids. You listened to music of all kinds, you just rarely looked up the artists to memorize their faces. Plenty of your friends and customers had mentioned their love for random k-pop groups, including naming some of their pets after them. Stray Kids was one that had come up more than once.

And you’d had two of them in your store. One of them twice now.

There was a part of you that felt you needed to do something with this information. What if Han expected that you knew who he was? Should you look him up? 

You ended up throwing on some of their music as you made dinner that evening, thoughts still racing around your head. Out of curiosity, you did look up the group, to see if there was something glaring you needed to know.

You read a basic bio of the members, mainly their names and the roles they played. Jisung was apparently one of the main rappers and was also part of their production group known as 3Racha.

And then… you just closed the tabs. It felt wrong to read more, even if the information was right there and thousands, if not millions of people knew more about Jisung and his likes and dislikes than you did.

But did you really need to know?

By the next morning, your mind had settled. Sure the guy in your shop was probably fairly rich, travelled the world, and had millions of fans. So what?

He was also clearly passionate about reptiles, got a bit nervous talking to strangers, and looked adorable when he blushed.

And you kinda wanted to squish his face.

And his eyes looked so pretty when he got excited.

… And you really hoped he'd come back to your store sometime.

As much as you tried to distract yourself, Jisung kept lingering in your mind over the next couple of days.

Your store was open on Saturdays, but you gave yourself Sunday and Monday off instead. At least working at the store helped keep you mostly distracted, but over the weekend, not so much.

Croissant was surely tired of your attempts at keeping busy by Monday, so you made yourself leave the house and take Croissant to the park for a bit. You also drafted up a few posts for your store's socials and updated the website with promotions for your new inventory you were getting in next week.

Come Tuesday, you were itching to get into the store, anything to give you less time to fight the urge to check Jisung's socials.

Had pick gone well with his lizard? How did she do on the ride back to his place? Had he shared her with the world? If so, what did they think? What had he decided to name her? How did her enclosure look now that she was in it?

Croissant shifted on her perch, causing you to snap out of your thoughts. You glanced over and saw her staring at you, unimpressed.

“What?” You asked her. 

Croissant blinked at you.

“You don't even know what I'm thinking,” you pointed out.

Her tail flicked. 

You groaned. “I know, it's stupid to be crushing on a guy I barely know, but you saw his big eyes right? And how excited he was about everything in here? That's like my biggest weakness.”

Despite remaining silent, Croissant was clearly judging you. 

You'd had a steady flow of customers that day, maybe above average for a Tuesday but nothing wildly busy. 

It was about 30 minutes before closing and the store was peacefully quiet. You were finishing cleaning one of the cages when you heard the door open. 

“Welcome in,” you called out. “If you need any help, I’ll be with you in a moment.”

You finished refilling the water dishes and setting everything back into place before getting the snake who had been residing in there out of his temporary box and back into his home.

He settled back in easily and you smiled, closing up the top and finally stepping away to look for the customer that had come in.

He was easy to spot, a familiar silhouette hanging out by the register. He was gently petting Croissant, who was leaning into his touch, eyes closed in contentment. 

You felt your steps stutter for half a second before you composed yourself, taking a soft, but deep breath.

“Hey Jisung,” you greeted, walking over to the counter.

Jisung jumped slightly and you had to resist the urge to giggle. 

“Hey!” He greeted, standing up straighter, though his hand didn’t leave Croissant. “I, um, I was worried I was going to make it before you closed.” A blush crept slowly up his cheeks as he spoke. “I tried to come yesterday, but I didn’t realize you guys were closed on Mondays, which was totally my fault for not checking. I know being open every day of the week is unreasonable anyway so like, it’s not a big deal you were closed or anything I just uh-” 

You smiled at him, leaning against the counter. “You’re all good. We’re open on Saturdays, and since supposedly a ‘work life balance’ is healthy or something," you made air quotes teasingly as you said it, “I decided I should probably still have two days off a week.”

Jisung licked his lips, cheeks still a dusty pink. “I honestly hadn’t thought about the fact that I’ve only ever seen you here before. Does anyone else work here?”

You shrugged. “It’s mostly me. I have one part-time employee who comes in a couple evenings a week, mainly Fridays and Saturdays because they’re our busiest days, but also stock day, too.”

Jisung nodded along as you spoke, his tongue peeking out for a moment, distracting you momentarily.

“So, um,” you said, regaining your train of thought. “Did you need something on Monday?”

He perked up. “Oh, um, not necessarily,” he admitted sheepishly. “I know you wanted to see picture of Richard once I got her, and I know it’s too soon to bring her, but I wanted to show you pictures. I was freer yesterday than today, so I almost didn’t make it. I know it could’ve waited but-”

“No, I’m glad you came,” you replied softly. “Come on then, show me. I want to see her.”

Jisung beamed, immediately whipping his phone out. Croissant grumbled as he lost access to his chin scratcher.

He would live.

“She did great on the car ride home, and she started being curious about her tank super quickly,” he started saying excitedly as he turned his phone for you to see. “A few of the memb- my friends have already come over to meet her. She’s so cute, too.”

You nodded, cooing at the photos. “She’s super cute. I’m excited to meet her.” You glanced over at him. “So, Richard?”

He laughed. “Um, yeah. It’s sort of an English joke but also, because Richard and lizard sound similar, you know?”

You snorted, which evolved into a laugh. “Oh my gosh, that’s hilarious. Perfect name for her. How did you think of that?”

“I can’t take all of the credit,” he shrugged, still smiling. “Honestly my friend Changbin is the one who suggested it.”

“Well I’m excited when you finally bring her by,” you said. 

Jisung nodded, suddenly looking more nervous. He glanced over at Croissant, fiddling with one of the sleeves on his jacket. “So, um, uh, have you heard about the dinosaur cafe downtown?”

You nodded, eyes lighting up. “Yeah, I think I saw that on Instagram. It just opened recently, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, yeah it did,” he replied. “Would you- uh… maybe want to go? Together?”

Your heart fluttered but you tried not to get your hopes up. “As friends..?”

“No- I mean, unless that’s what you’d prefer!” He quickly said. “But, um, I’d like it to be a date if you would also like that. For it to be a date, that is.”

You felt a blush crawl up your own cheeks now. “I mean, I would like that, too.”

Jisung beamed, his shoulders relaxing. “Okay, cool, great.”

“I do have to admit something, though,” you said in a bit of a rush. Jisung blinked at you, waiting, so you continued. “I do know that you're, like, a big k-pop idol. I saw your face on my way home the other night on a big screen. I didn't know before then, but I felt like you should know that.”

He looked hesitant when you first started but then he relaxed again and nodded. “I mean, I was pretty sure you didn't know me, at first at least. I can't always read people, but usually I can tell.” He shrugs. “You would've found out eventually, but… are you okay with that?”

You shrugged too. “A job is a job. I've heard some of your guys' music before. It's really good.”

He blushed. “Well, thanks. I'm really proud of what we do. What we have done.”

“Then I'd really like to hear more about it,” you told him honestly. “Do I need to sign like, an NDA or something to go on a date with you then?”

Jisung spluttered and you laughed playfully. “Uh, Skigji would probably prefer that. Not that I don't trust you, but-”

You waved a hand. “No, you're fine. It'd be like a whole liability probably.” You tilted your head to the side. “How much could someone reasonably sell your phone number for?”

Jisung laughed. “Oh gosh, tens of thousands at least. Some Stay are pretty determined when it comes to stuff like that.” He licked his lips, looking mildly more confident now. “You'd need to have my number first in order to sell it though, so.” He put out a hand and winked at you.

You laughed but couldn't stop the blush from spreading as you placed your phone in his hand. “Smooth.”

He shrugged nonchalantly as he typed into your phone. “I try, sometimes.” He handed the phone back to you. 

“So,” you shot him a text, signing it with your name, “now that I have your number, and you have mine… when do you want to go on this date?”

He blinked rapidly, his cool act quickly diminishing. “Oh! Um, are you available maybe tomorrow evening?”

You giggled. “Yeah, I think my calendar’s clear then.”

“Great!” He beamed. “I can pick you up here at 5?”

You nodded. “That works.”

“Cool, cool,” he nodded. “Um… I guess I’ll get out of your hair then, let you close up the shop and all.”

You shrugged. “I don’t mind, you’re certainly not a bother.”

He beamed. “Well, I could help if you want?”

You laughed. “I mean, sure. How do you feel about sweeping?”

You switched the sign to closed as Jisung began sweeping the floor. Even though you’d closed with your employee a few times, doing it with Jisung felt different. It was still so easy to talk to him, and even though he needed some guidance with your closing tasks, it was honestly fun.

As you locked up the store, Croissant safely tucked away for the journey home, Jisung lingered nearby, shifting from foot to foot.

“Um, I could walk you home if you’d like?” He offered. 

“I’m sure it’s out of your way,” you countered.

He shrugged. “I don’t mind… I like spending time with you.”

“And you're not worried about being spotted or something?”

He slipped a face mask on and put his hood up. “People don’t usually notice me when I’m by myself.”

“Then sure,” you smiled, “I wouldn’t mind the company. Especially when they’re cute.”

He spluttered, and even with the mask on you could see the blush on his face. “Not as cute as you.”

You blushed in return. "Up for debate."

“Well we can debate then, on our date tomorrow,” Jisung offered.

You laughed. “I’m looking forward to it.”

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[itz-me-pandora]

⋆☆⋅ ovulation ☆⋅⋆

pairing: puppy hybrid!kim seungmin x fem!reader

NSFW - MDNI

warnings: smut, hybrid au, ovulation, menstrual cycle, somnophilia, face riding, nipple play, overstimulation, p in v, unprotected sex (dont), breeding kink, swearing

stray kids masterlist

part 2

a/n: feeling freaky <3

seungmin, your puppy, knew about your period. he knew which parts of your abdomen to massage. he knew which brand of pads you preferred. he knew your cravings.

what he didn't know was what that delicious scent coming from you was.

it was late at night and you were fast asleep in your shared bed, resting before a long day of work. so was seungmin.

his nose detected it first, nostrils twitching. then his tail, which started wagging against his thigh. then his cock began it's ascent, one thought in mind - fertile.

his eyes snapped wide, pupils dilated completely at your sleeping form. he whined without meaning to, grinding his now fully heightened erection on your ass. he grabbed helplessly at your tits, feeling your nipples pebble under his fingers. you grumbled in your sleep, shuffling slightly.

seungmin shut his eyes and shoved his head onto your neck, sniffing at the sweat beading on your neck before sticking out his tongue and licking a long stripe from your collarbone to your earlobe, drooling around the saltiness.

you stirred, eyebrows furrowing at the damp feeling on your neck. "min? what're you doing?"

he only whimpered in response, eyes still squeezed shut. he trailed his hands down from your tits, grabbing at the waistband of your pyjama pants and harshly pulling them down. you exhaled at the sudden feeling of cold air on your now bare bottom half, finally opening your eyes and twisting your head just enough to look at the puppy who seemed to be in a trance.

he ran his long fingers through your sticky folds, spreading them to poke his index a little bit to gather more fluid. then he pulled his hand out and brought it to his mouth, licking his fingers desperately.

"what the fuck, seungmin? are you okay....?" you frowned, a little bit concerned by his sudden need for your discharge.

"so sweet" he mewled, sniffing his hands after licking them clean. he then layed fully on his back, grabbing you by your torso, aligning your glistening cunt to his mouth. you squealed, grabbing at the headboard and resting your weight on your knees instead of his face.

he whined, pulling you down to him by your hips. his tongue went right into your clenching hole, sucking the sticky liquid out of you and nipping at your clit.

you moaned. this was the first time he'd ever been so needy, and at this point, all your concern transformed to arousal. you grinded harder against his face, riding his mouth and nose.

he groaned in sync with your moans, devouring your pussy like his last meal.

"o-oh, seung- i'm gonna cum!" you cried, feeling the overwhelming pressure build up in your lower stomach.

he licked harder, dragging out your sweet orgasm from you as you practically screamed. as soon as you finished, he switched your position suddenly to lay you on your back, legs up against his shoulders. he frantically pulled off his own pants and shoved his swollen dick inside your dripping cunt.

"ngh, min! too much!!" you screamed, the overstimulation making you feel like every nerve on your body was alight.

"you can take it, can't you? so fertile and-mmph- wet f'me" he moaned, pounding into you quick and unrhythmically. his hands found your breasts again, roughly pinching your nipples, imaging them leaking milk for his babies.

you found your second orgasm being pulled out of you, and you could tell his first was coming not long after, snapping you to your senses.

"seungmin, i'm not on the pill, pull out!" you wailed, trying to push him off you.

"shh, baby, please? please let me cum inside, please, let me fill you with my pups" he pleaded, cradling your face.

the pleasure overruled your responsibility and you found yourself nodding quickly, "fine, fill me up, please, min!"

he laughed breathily, groaning deeply as he squirted his load into you.

his breath heaved, chest rising up and down. he finally collapsed on top of you, head nuzzled into your chest.

you caught your breath too, hands tangling in his hair.

"i hope it takes." he whispered softly as you both drifted off.

ty for reading <3

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[starlightxraven]

Nobody needs AI to search the Internet, court says in ruling against Google

Google AI Overview court loss in Germany could spell doom for AI search industry.

[appalachian-werewolf]

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It fucking better.

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[havenhyunjin]

use my money - stray kids

— in which your boyfriend does not want you spending any money unless it is his

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[binniebinniebop]

Wolf & Bunny

[skztext]

Strange Therapist

< Messages: Honest Hyungs

recipient: gender neutral reader

a/n: all for kicks and giggles. insomnia makes me creative, honestly ignore the first rant that was me venting to me roleplaying as some stranger (👀 wonder whooo). apologies if i misrepresented the member implied in this. this is all just for fun.

warning(s): ranting with comfort// stranger txting stranger on accident// profanity// jokes about ages// ALL fictional

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[catbread0]

Qifrey x Tartah’s Older Sister! Reader

I did this out of motivation! Sorry for any mistakes!

(ヽ´ω`)

Words: 3, 190

Fluff, angst(Tartah), comfort (OOC?)

Witch Hat Atelier Masterlist

Stepping up

At a young age, you were raised by your Granda, Nolnoa. Under his guidance, you learned magic casting, passed your first test, and created components such as various dyes, inks, and powders. As you grew near adulthood, your beloved younger brother, Tartah, came into your life and joined you and Granda. 

You still remember the first time you held him in your arms. Wrapped in a small, tight blanket, he seemed so calm and peaceful. But then you noticed his eyes, they were silver. 

Realization struck you, he had Silverwash Syndrome. 

A deep sadness rose within you. In that moment, you dedicated yourself to helping raise and support Tartah as much as you could. 

However, due to that, you never fully completed the five tests required to qualify you as a witch. 

Granda often told you, “You needn't worry”, insisting on leaving it to him to raise Tartah. But you could never bring yourself to allow that. You adored Tartah. You fed him, cleaned him, patched his wounds, and cared for him in countless other ways. 

Before you realized it, you had stepped into a motherly role for him.

Yet, as much as you wanted to protect him, you knew you couldn’t do so forever. It broke your heart every time you saw Tartah coming home upset. His silver-washed eyes led to other witches telling him that he couldn’t be a witch, to solely focus on creating pens. Whenever these moments happened, you would comfort him, offering him encouragement. 

You especially remembered one specific day, when he returned home and shut himself in his room, refusing to come out or let anyone in. Through the door, you heard his cries of frustration, as all you could do was stand there, helplessly, as he isolated himself. In that very moment, you made the decision to finish your studies and become a full-fledged witch.

This would allow you not only to teach but to find a spell that could help Tartah’s silverwash eyes, or at the very least his spirit of hoping. 

With that, you said your byes to Granda and Tartah, departing Kalhn, traveling to the Great Hall to continue your studies and broaden your horizon of knowledge under another witch’s atelier. 

While you were away, you sent letters back home whenever you could. Every time one arrived, Tartah quickly wrote one back and impatiently waited for your reply every time. Granda often laughed, seeing how greatly he missed you, despite the fact that he constantly says he didn’t.

The years passed, and by the time you reached your late twenties, you finally passed your final test. Now officially becoming a witch.

You missed your home, the shop, and Granda, but most importantly, Tartah. Now, after years, you were finally able to return home. 

You traveled through the nearest windowway and used the levitation spell on the bottom of your shoes to fly the rest of the way. When you arrived at the front door, you knocked and stepped inside. “Granda! Tartah! I’m home!”

No sooner had you closed the door than the sound of hurried footsteps rushed down the stairs. A moment later, Tartah threw his arms around you and hugged you tightly. “You're finally back.”

You simply stood there, placing a hand on the top of his head while the other rubbed his back gently. You notice how much he’s grown since the last time you saw him. When you left that day, he was but a wee child, now he was twelve years old. 

For a long time, neither of you said anything, holding each other in peaceful silence. Eventually, you both went to see Granda. For the first time, you were reunited as a family once again. You ate together, spoke about what happened while away, and even showed some of the spells you created.

As days passed, you helped around the shop. Fortunately, you remembered most of the components and how they are made. Making it easy to settle back into your old routine. But that said, once the shop was closed and you retired to your room at night, you would dedicate your time to finding what could bring you closer to achieving the goal that made you become a witch in the first place. 

Books, notes, and old research would be sprawled out on your desk and floor. But it didn’t matter if it meant finding a way to help Tartah.

Today, the shop was closed, you were on the second floor crushing herbs, while simultaneously reading through a research book. You waited for Tartah to return from running his errands. That's when you heard the sound of the door being ‘reconstructed’, signifying his return, as he only had the doorknob. 

You started walking down the stairs, “Tartah were able to get th-”, your words stopped in your throat. 

You froze in the middle of the stairs, and at the bottom, you saw two unrecognized figures. It was a white-haired man with a small blondish-green-haired girl. 

“Oh (Name),” Tartah said. “They're here to see Granda.”

For a moment, you were silent, only staring. A wave of embarrassment grew within you. Since you hadn't expected visitors, you were dressed in your comfortable house clothes. Worse, the man was no less seen as handsome in your eyes as you both stared into each other's eyes.

You manage to regain your composure, “O-Oh right.” You gave a polite smile, carefully hiding your inner panicking, “Granda’s on the third floor. I’ll show you the way.”

Turning around, you head back up the stairs with the white-haired man following you. As you made your way to the Silverwood tree towards the next set of stairs, you couldn’t help but feel his gaze on you. 

You diverted your eyes from him, thinking he was judging you. Streams of thought would only make your embarrassment worse. Neither of you took the initiative to break the silence. Only the sound of your footsteps filled the air.

After what felt like eternity, you reached the third floor. “Granda, this man is here to see you.”

Without turning around in his floating chair, Granda spoke, “Why, Qifrey. Don’t ya know we’re closed today?”

The man, Qifrey, would answer in a serious tone, “Yes. Apologies.” 

Your Grandda would turn around with a grin, “Only teasin’.” He would then shift his gaze between you and Qifrey. “Ah, I see ya met me, Granddaughter (Name).”

With those words, Qifrey looked at you once again. A gentle smile appeared on his face as he spoke to you with a gentle voice, “Please forgive me for the sudden visit. It wasn't my intent to cause you any discomfort.”

It surprised you, catching you off guard. But you hurriedly raise your hands, “No, it’s completely fine. I’ll take my leave now.” With that, you went back down the stairs. You felt his eyes linger on you once again as you descended. 

Rather than going straight to the first floor, you decided to stay on the second floor to clean up the mess you left earlier. The work desk had crushed herbs, puddles from the juices, and the tools were stained.

Letting a sigh escape as you began to clean the mess. As you did so, you could faintly hear a different conversation between your Granda and Qifrey. Their voices were filled with a serious and cautious tone. But you couldn’t exactly hear what they spoke.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ❀⋆｡˚✧｡˚⋆❀ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Qifrey stood near the rail as his eyes lingered carefully on you through the small gaps between the branches of the Silverwood tree that allowed him to see you on the second floor.

Suddenly, Mr. Nolnoa spoke, "Don't think I’ll give yah me blessing so easily just cause I’m her Granda.”

That made Qifrey head snap immediately towards him, “No, no, that's not my intention at all, Mr. Nolnoa.” A bead of sweat would appear on his face.

Mr. Nolnoa let out a laugh, “Don’t think I didn't notice you lookin’ at her.” He would sigh and look down at you before continuing, “She recently returned home after years. Completing her duties to become a witch.” 

Another sigh would escape him as his expression would soften, “I think Tartah would be less willing. As he was raised by her, practically becoming a mother to the lad.”

Qifrey’s attention was fully taken as he listened carefully to how Mr. Nolnoa fondly spoke about you.

Mr. Nolnoa would then turn back to the tile on his desk, “Now then, let's get back to what ya came here for. You’re wondering about the Casting Seal on those paving tiles, aren’t you?”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ❀⋆｡˚✧｡˚⋆❀ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Once you were satisfied with your cleaning, you headed downstairs to begin cooking dinner. You also wanted to make a little treat for the children. 

You turned the corner, and you saw Tartah carefully wrapping bandages on the young girl’s leg. 

You smiled as you waved at the girl. “What a cute little witch you are. I’m sure you’ll become a wonderful witch when you're older.” 

Immediately, the girl had stars around her, radiating with happiness, “Y-you really think so?! Thank you so much!!” She then became a little flustered, “Oh! Right. My name is Coco, Miss.” 

You giggled. “It’s nice to meet you, Coco.” You walked past Tartah. “I’ll begin dinner and make you two treats. How does that sound?” 

Tartah nodded as Coco's smile somehow grew wider. With that, you open the door to the kitchen and leave it open. There, you began preparing honeytree tarts topped with berries.

Just as you finished, a sudden bright flash engulfed the kitchen entirely, blinding you completely. Instinctively, you used your arms to block your eyes. At the same time, you heard the sound of glass and wood tumbling down and the sound of Coco yelping. 

Then just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished. 

You hurriedly ran back to where the ink dyes were. Thankfully, none of the jars broke, but they were scattered everywhere, including the labels…. 

“Tartah!? Coco!? Are you alright!?” You quickly dropped to your knees, helping them regain their footing. 

“Thank you,” Coco murmured, guilt in her eyes.

You carefully examined Tartah and Coco for any injury. Fortunately, they weren't hurt, and you let a relieved sigh escape you. “Thank goodness”

You looked between them. “I’ll go check up on Mr. Qifrey and Granda. I’ll be back quickly, alright?” You said as you hurriedly headed upstairs to the second floor.

You called out to the third floor, “Granda! Mr. Qifrey! Are you alright!?”

From above, you heard Granda’s voice shout back, “Yes, we’re fine, lassie.”

Relief swept over you, but something still felt...off. Briefly hesitating, you turned back downstairs. 

As you turned the corner, you heard Tartah shout in frustration. “I can’t tell the colors apart!”

Your eyes widened, and you quickly made your way to the children. There, Coco held two jars as Tartah looked away from her. 

Slowly stepping forward, you took the jars gently from Coco’s hands and placed them down somewhere nearby. You knelt in front of her, placing yourself between her and Tartah. “Coco,” You said with calm and gentleness, “How about we go outside, yes? You needn’t worry about this mess. I’ll take care of it.” 

You stood up and gently led Coco towards the front door. Once outside, you carefully picked her up and placed her on the low brick wall. 

“Coco, please stay here.” You said calmly but with some firmness. “I’m sure Mr. Qifrey will be outside shortly.” 

Coco looked at you with a saddened and worried expression. 

You let a low sigh escape you. "The reason Tartah got upset is because he has Silverwash Syndrome. You didn’t do anything wrong for wanting to help him.”

You pulled her into a gentle hug, and her smaller arms immediately wrapped around you. She was trembling a bit as her eyes became watery and blurred. You held her, wiping the few tears that escaped with your thumbs. It went like this for a few minutes until she fully calmed down. 

You pulled back from the embrace with a reassuring smile. “I’ll bring out some of those tarts I made, alright? No need to be sad now.”

Coco nodded as she slowly let go. You went back inside, and you saw Tartah still standing there looking down at the jars. You felt a painful ache striking you. You walked closer to him and opened your arms. Tartah immediately wrapped his arms around you, and you gently patted his head as the other held him. 

After a short while, he lets go. You then go into the kitchen and get seven small boxes to put each tart in. While you were finishing up, you heard the front door click open and close. You quickly put the box in a paper bag and ran outside. You see Qifrey walking away while carrying Coco perched on one of his arms. 

Before they could go far, you spoke, “Wait! Mr. Qifrey!”

Qifrey stopped in his tracks and turned around to face you. You held the paper bag. “These are for Coco. They’re tarts. Of course, you can have some as well.”

Qifrey’s eyes widened in slight surprise. “I appreciate it, I wasn’t expecting any gifts today. Oh, and no need for the formality, just Qifrey would suffice." 

Coco reached for the bag eagerly. “Thank you so much again, Miss!”

You smiled and waved as you saw their figures fade away. Once they were a good distance away, you returned inside, shutting the door behind you. Tartah is at your side as you both walk back to the dye room. 

You both see Granda kneeling down and picking up the jars. You quickly helped Granda, picking up the jars and matching the labels you already knew belonged to which. 

Tartah apologized to Granda as he picked up a stool and placed it near you. “Was that light caused by a spell or something? One of Mr. Qifrey’s?”

Your Grandda would stand up, “What, now? A light?” he turned to face you and Tartah, “I don’t recall any such thing.”

You and Tarta froze, your mouths slightly parting in shock, worry worn on your faces. “Grandda?” you both said at the same time.

The afternoon would continue like normal, as if nothing had happened. However, you and Tartah shared a similar tension. 

The next day, the shop was open, and Granda was talking to a customer on the second floor. Meanwhile, you and Tartah were on the third floor speaking in hushed voices, “You saw the light too, no? I’m not going crazy, am I?”

You shook your head as you continued to look around Granda’s desk. “No, I definitely saw it. I even went upstairs to check up on him, he told me he was fine.”

Tartah nodded, remembering your shouting while he was downstairs. Your brows furrowed together, not being able to come up with answers or even a clue of explanation.

Then Tartah spoke, “There’s no way Granda could’ve missed it. Perhaps Mr. Qifrey knows the real reason Granda forgot….” 

You nodded as you placed a tool back onto the desk. Then Tartah finished his thoughts, “Or perhaps he is the reason.” 

That caused your eyes to widen and snap your head at Tartah, “What…?”

“He was the only one up here with Granda, no?” 

You were silent as you lowered your gaze. You know he’s right.

A few more days would pass. Currently, you are waiting for Tartah to return home for dinner. You worried as he normally would be back by now. The food on his plate slowly became cold. You look up, “Granda, do you think Tartah is alright?” 

Granda would look up from his plate with a smile, “Don’t fret, lassie. I’m sure he’ll be back any minute now.” You nod at his reassurance.

But then minutes turn into an hour, then an hour into several. As the sky became darker, Granda also began to worry. You stayed awake late into the night, stressing and worrying about Tartah’s whereabouts. 

Morning arrived, and you and Granda went on the ferry. There on the dock, you saw three figures standing. As you got closer, you realized it was Qifrey, Coco, and Tartah. You impatiently decided to leap onto the dock before waiting for the ferry to fully come to a stop, almost tipping the ferry in the process. 

Granda shouted from the ferry, “Oi Lassie!”

But it didn’t matter to you as you hugged Tartah tightly. Relief washes over you. But shortly after, you pulled back and angrily scolded him, “Where have you been all night!? Do you have any idea how worried I was!?” 

Tartah looked at you before looking down, murmuring, “Sorry,(Name). Sorry, Granda.” You sigh as all that anger goes away quickly. 

Qifrey watched nearby in awe, gazing at you like there was nothing else. It wasn’t until Nolnoa snapped him out of it that Qifrey explained what happened at the hospital. As they both spoke to each other, Tartah abruptly interrupted them, “Oh, that's right. My question. I wanted to ask about that unusual flash of light that appeared the other day.”

However, that's when Qifrey and Granda simultaneously said “Flash of light?” with confusion written on their faces.

A chill ran through you, a feeling set in, a bead of sweat appeared on you and Tartah, “Never mind.” You both walked away, a good distance from them, as they continued to speak. However, you felt like someone was staring at you. 

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Nolnoa “At least don't make it obvious.”

Qifrey regains himself, “I assure you, it’s nothing like that, Mr. Nolnoa.”

Nolnoa would shake his head with a smile as he turned to get back on the ferry. 

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You and Tartah were in your own world, more confused than before. But you both silently agreed that you’d both have to look into it on your own. That's when Granda’s voice cut off your thoughts, “Tartah. (Name). The ferry’s leaving.” 

Tartah quickly ran to get on. You turned to walk over when you felt a hand gently grab yours. You turned and saw it was Qifrey’s.

“Before you leave, I wanted to thank you for the honeytree tarts. My apprentices and I greatly enjoyed each one.” He said with a warm smile on his face. 

You tried to keep your composure, “Oh, I’m glad. I can always-” 

Qifery took your other hand, holding both in his. He looked deeply into you. “I would be charmed if you would visit my atelier.”

Heat rushed inside you as he continued, “We’ll be eagerly awaiting your visit, (Name).” Then he lifted your hand and placed a gentle peck upon your knuckles before he let go.

Coco was happily observing with sparkles in her eyes, while Tartah looked slightly uneasy.

All you could manage was a nod, “R-Right,” as you hurriedly stepped onto the ferry. 

As the ferry left, Qifrey remained gazing at you. You couldn’t look away either, as Coco and Tartah shouted at each other.

~Lilly's

[keepwritingcuca]

second nature – part 1

pairing: OT8!skz (platonic) x f!reader; idol!changbin x f!reader

genre: romance, comedy, chaos

warning: swearing

ss: 10

summary: changbin's curiosity sends the group chat into complete chaos. as usual.

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[havenhyunjin]

tinder — stray kids

— in which you prank your boyfriend saying you found one of his friends on tinder

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