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musicforastylesrestaurant · 8 months

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Your Blue Birds.

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authors note - this photo is making me go feral!

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in which, whilst your at home dealing with your sickness bug, harry takes the little one to the stadium with him so he’s out of your hair, that’s where you get sent a photo of them that makes you feel ten times better.

12:19pm, 17th June, 2023.— you london home.

As you lay in bed feeling utterly sick, a bucket by your side, you hear the soft patter of footsteps approaching. Your husband, Harry, walks into the room with your two-year-old son, Junior, cradled in his arms. Junior has his dummy in his mouth, and a baby blanket is carelessly draped over Harry's shoulder.

Just as Harry places Junior on the bed, you feel that dreaded wave of nausea hit you again. You grab the bucket and barely have a moment to react before you're throwing up. The sound catches Harry's attention, and he rushes over with concern etched on his face.

" ‘ey, it's okay," he coos, his voice soothing as he crouches beside you. "I've got you."

He deftly ties your hair into a messy bun using the hair tie on your wrist, his touch gentle despite the circumstances. "Breathe, m’love."

Junior wiggles on the bed, his eyes wide as he peers at you curiously.

"Mama?" he mumbles around his dummy.

You manage a weak smile between heaves, touched by their presence. "Yeah, sweetheart.”

Harry rubs your back in slow circles, his warm hand a comfort against your clammy skin. "Y’doing great, mama. Just let it out. We're here."

Junior's little voice chimes in again, "Mama icky?"

Harry glanced over at his mini me. "Yeah, babe, Mama's tummy is feeling icky."

Harry shoots a reassuring glance at his son before turning his attention back to you. "Do you need anything? Water, a damp cloth, maybe some ginger tea?"

You shake your head weakly. "Just having you here is enough."

Junior reaches out a small hand, his fingers brushing against your arm. "Mama better?"

Your husband gives him a grateful smile. "I hope so, buddy."

As you start to feel a bit more steady, Harry helps you settle back into bed, tucking the blanket around you and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "Rest up, m’sun. I'll keep an eye on Junior and check on y’in a bit."

15:00pm, 17th June, 2023. — your london home.

As three o clock in the afternoon approaches on the 17th June, Harry comes back into yours and his bedroom, a hopeful glint in his eyes. "M’sun, I was thinking maybe I could take Juni with me t’the stadium tonight f’the show in. What do y’think?"

You look up from your spot on the bed, still feeling a bit under the weather. "I Know you've got a busy night ahead, H, I don’t want you having to look after J whilst your getting ready, I’ll be fine looking after him."

He sits down beside you, gently taking your hand. "Y’sick, darling. Besides, Juni will be with everyone, And it'll give y’some time t’relax and take care of yourself."

You hesitate, not wanting to impose on his plans. "I appreciate the thought, but I'll be alright. You don't have to change your plans for me."

You would have gone to the stadium with him if you weren’t sick just like you did at every show and it would be you looking after Junior whilst your husband got ready in his dressing room.

Harry looking after junior by himself meant that he wouldn’t be able to do his usual pre-show ritual.

Harry smiles softly, and pressed his hand onto your thigh through the blanket. "Think about it, okay? Juni would have a blast too.”

Just as you're about to respond, Harry turns his attention to his son , who's been quietly playing with his toys on the floor of the bedroom. "Hey, big guy, guess what? Daddy's going t’the big stage tonight. Do y’want to come with just daddy?"

Junior's face lights up, his eyes wide with excitement.

"Daddy stage?" he babbles, his baby talk making Harry chuckle.

"Yeah, buddy! Daddy's going t’sing and dance on the stage. Would y’like t’come and watch?"

Junior shuffles off the bed, his little feet waddling as he toddles around the room, his tiny voice full of enthusiasm. "Daddy stage! Me go!"

Harry turns to you with a grin, his eyes twinkling. "Looks like someone's pretty excited."

You can't help but smile at the adorable scene before you. "Well, if he's that excited, who am I to stand in the way?"

Harry's expression lights up, and he leans over to give you a gentle kiss. "Y’the best, y’know that?"

Junior tugs at Harry's pant leg, tugging him towards the door. "Daddy, stage! Me go!"

Harry laughs, scooping Junior up in his arms. "Alright, little man, let's get y’ready t’go t’the stage!"

As they head towards the door, you call after them, "Have a great time, both of you!"

Harry looks back, his smile warm. "We will! And y’need t’make sure t’rest up and take care of yourself, alright?"

17:47pm, 17th June, 2023. — wembley stadium.

Harry sat in his dressing room, a striped towel draped across his lap, as his hair stylist Shannon worked her magic. He was dressed in nothing but his boxers, feeling surprisingly relaxed and at ease as she carefully styled his signature curls.

"So, Haz, any exciting plans after the show tonight?" Shannon asked, her fingers deftly working through his hair.

Harry leaned back in the chair, enjoying the pampering. "Not much, really. Probably just heading back t’the house to unwind."

Shannon nodded, her eyes focused on her work. "Sounds like a good plan. It's always nice to have a bit of downtime."

He chuckled softly. "Yea’especially with a toddler at home. It's a different kind of chaos."

Shannon laughed, finishing up a section of his hair. "I can only imagine. Junior must keep you and (Y/N) on your toes."

Harry's lips curled into a fond smile. "Oh, he definitely does. He's got s’much energy, it's unreal."

As she moved on to the next section, Shannon tilted her head. "Speaking of Junior, I saw him with Pauli earlier. He seems like such a bundle of joy."

Harry's eyes lit up at the mention of his son. "Yeah, he's a handful, but he's also the sweetest little guy. He brings s’much happiness."

Shannon grinned as she worked. "Must be amazing to have him around, even when you're on the road."

Harry nodded, a soft look in his eyes. "It really is. He's got this way of brightening up any room he walks into."

As Harry sat in his dressing room, lost in his thoughts, the door swung open, and in walked Lloyd, his tour photographer, with a camera slung around his neck. But what caught Harry's attention wasn't the camera – it was the tearful Junior in Lloyd's arms. Harry's heart clenched at the sight, and he quickly turned his head.

"Dada!" Junior's trembling voice called out, his tiny arms reaching for Harry.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise and concern as he quickly got up from his seat, his heart going out to his upset son. "’ey, ey, what's wrong, buddy?"

Lloyd approached, carefully placing Junior in Harry's waiting arms. Junior clung to his father, his little body shaking as he buried his face in Harry's chest.

"It's okay, Juni. Daddy's here," Harry murmured soothingly, holding his son close.

Lloyd cleared his throat, concern evident in his voice. "He got a bit upset when he didn't see you around, Haz."

Harry looked at Lloyd with gratitude, his focus still on comforting Junior. "Thanks for taking care of him, mate."

Lloyd offered a reassuring smile. "No problem, mate. He just needed his dad, that's all."

Harry gently pulled back, crouching down to Junior's level so they were eye-to-eye. "’Ey, look at me, juni."

Junior sniffled, his watery eyes meeting Harry's.

"I'm right here, buddy. Y’don't need t’worry, okay? Daddy's not going anywhere," Harry reassured him, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb.

Junior's lower lip quivered as he looked up at his father. "Mama?"

Harry's heart ached at the mention of you. "Mama's resting right now, buddy. She's not feeling t’well, but she'll be okay."

Junior's eyes welled up again, and he sniffled. "Mama sick?"

Harry nodded, his voice gentle. "Yeah, Mama's a bit sick, but she's tough. She'll get better soon."

With Junior now settled back on his lap, Harry eased back into the chair as Shannon resumed her work, this time armed with a hair dryer. As the warm air swept through his curls, Harry let out a contented sigh.

Beside him, Junior was in a much better mood now, his fingers tracing the tattoos on Harry's chest with a curious expression. "Daddy, birdies!"

Harry chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath Junior's small fingers. "That's right, buddy. Daddy's got birdied right here."

Shannon smiled as she continued to style Harry's hair. "Seems like you're quite fascinated with your Daddy's tattoos, Junior."

Junior looked up at Shannon with a toothy grin. "Birdies pretty!"

Shannon laughed, her fingers deftly working through Harry's hair. "They are indeed."

Harry glanced down at his son, his heart full. "You're my little blue bird, you know that?"

Junior's eyes twinkled with delight. "Bluey!"

When you and Harry found out that your baby was going to be a baby boy, the two of you started calling him your little blue bird, there wasn’t really a reason behind it.

You called Junior your little blue bird and Harry your big blue bird.

The playful exchange continued, father and son sharing laughter and conversation as if it was the most natural thing in the world. In the midst of the hair dryer's hum, Harry caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of his eye. He turned his head slightly and saw Lloyd, his tour photographer, discreetly aiming his camera their way.

Harry's lips curled into a grin, and he winked at Lloyd. He mouthed the words.

"Caught us, huh?" to which Lloyd responded with a sheepish grin and a thumbs-up.

Junior, completely engrossed in tracing the tattoo on Harry's chest, remained unaware of the camera's presence. Harry decided to play along, keeping their conversation lively.

As Shannon finished up with his hair, Harry shifted Junior to his side, holding him close. Lloyd discreetly snapped a photo, capturing the genuine moment of connection between father and son.

With a final pat on Harry's shoulder, Shannon stepped back. "All done, Haz."

Harry turned his attention to her, offering a grateful smile. "Thanks, Shannon."

Junior giggled, snuggling against Harry's chest. "Daddy hair funny!"

Harry laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of Junior's head. "Y’think so, huh? Well, I'm glad I can make y’laugh."

18:34pm, 17th June, 2023. — your london home.

Lying in bed, weak and exhausted, you feel your phone vibrate on the nightstand. With trembling hands, you reach for it and see a notification from Lloyd. Your curiosity piqued, you open the message, and your eyes instantly lock onto the photo he sent.

There, on your screen, is a candid shot of your two little blue birds – father and son caught in a moment of pure joy and connection. Your little one sat on his fathers lap, hands on the swallow tattoos on his breast bones, and his feet were scrunching the towel on his fathers lap, the knee pads on your husband's knees making you let out a gentle laugh.

The genuine laughter on their faces, the way Harry holds Junior close, and the sparkle in your sons eyes all create a scene that warms your heart.

A small smile tugs at your lips as you take in the image. Despite feeling under the weather, seeing this snapshot of your family fills you with comfort and happiness. It's a reminder of the love that binds you all together, even when you're apart.

With your phone still in your hand, you take a deep breath, feeling a renewed sense of strength. While you might not be physically present in those cherished moments, you know that the love shared between Harry, Junior, and yourself transcends any distance. And that realization is enough to make you feel better, even in your current state.

You could always count on your little blue birds to make you feel better.

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sluttywoozi · 2 months

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Can I ask for you to continue with the knotting headcanons with werewolf Jun if you’re not busy?? Your previous ones were so good and I was left wanting more 🙂

i can do a few!! and thank you hehe

jun part one

warnings: talk of masturbation, horny jun, surprise knotting (it's a surprise to both of them so no consent issues as far as i can see), breeding kink lowkey

werewolf jun masturbates a normal amount for any adult human male

or he did before he was turned

now it's like he gets hard at the drop of a hat, his body so in tune with the environment that his hormones react to the weather

thunderstorms especially make him horny, make him want to howl louder than the booming sky, make him want to roll around naked in the wet grass until he's one with the earth

when he meets you, it only gets worse

there were those two months that he couldn't find you, and he was more normal than ever in those two months because his mind was focused on meeting you again

but now that he's got your scent in his nose and you on his mind, it's like he's ravenous

after your date, you kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss, all night

jun does his best to keep his hips far away from you, keep you from feeling what you do to him just in case it scares you off

he also doesn't want you to think he's only into you for physical things, so he's more than happy to wait when you bring it up

as your relationship grows longer and stronger, jun finds himself declining sleepovers and weekend trips because he knows he'll be hard for you half the time

you always try to hide your disappointment but he can tell it's wearing on you

a few months in, you stop asking, attempt to be content with dates and daytime cuddles and makeout sessions that end abruptly

but jun wants to give you everything you want, wants to be everything you need in a boyfriend

almost more than that, he wants to prove to himself that he can still be normal and do all the things he would have been able to do when he was human

so one night, after a dinner he cooked for you and a movie you chose together, he asks you if you would stay the night

you look surprised and a little flustered, but mostly happy, and when you nod with a shockingly shy grin, jun feels like his heart could leap out of his chest and jump right into yours

it's a little awkward when you start to get ready for bed, jun's routine simple and spartan - shower, ignore all the steps in his skincare routine except for moisturizer, then climb into bed naked and go right to sleep - and yours a bit more complex - shower, borrow all of his skincare and his favorite oversized t shirt because you didn't know you'd be sleeping over, read until you're sleepy, watch your favorite show until you can't keep your eyes open, then finally, you sleep

neither of you make a move for anything physical, seemingly content to just be near each other

that flies out the window when you wake up with his body curved around yours and his hard, thick dick pressed against your ass

he wakes not soon after and freezes, apologizes over and over and tries to pull away, but you hug the arm wrapped around you and scooch back until you're cocooned by his body again

"baby, you really shouldn't-"

a grind of your hips into his stops his words, a soft fuck being exhaled into your hair as he can't help but push back

there's not a lot of talking after, just a lot of pushing and pulling and kissing over your shoulder

until he's working his cock inside you

it feels better than it ever did when he was human, hotter, wetter, tighter

maybe his senses are heightened, maybe it's you

he doesn't care either way, all he knows is this is the best he's ever felt

and then you cum, and he decides he was wrong before, this is the best he's ever felt

he's right on the edge, so so so close to falling over, when you whisper, "cum, junie," and he's gone

it feels different though, there's a pressure in the base of his cock and his balls are heavier, and there's something in him saying he needs to root himself deep, flood you with cum, make sure it sticks

so he does, he lifts your leg and pounds his hips into you one more time before staying there and letting himself go

his vision whites out, but he still hears you whimpering and calling his name, and he still feels your hand reach down between your legs to feel at the place where he's filling you

you sound a little frantic and he tries to pull out, but he can't

there's something catching on your entrance and keeping him inside, something that swells and swells and swells until even he feels frantic with it

his heart is racing and his blood is pumping and his cum is flooding into you, and he has no idea what's happening but he knows nothing has ever felt so right

you're still whimpering and crying but your sounds have a pleasure-tinge again, your pussy quivering around him as you grab at his hand on your hip and pull it up to your chest, his palm pressed flat to your heart so he can feel it gallop just like his

after filling you with what feels like a month's worth of cum, he thinks it's finally over

except he still can't pull out

he's locked inside you, his dick still hard and the base still swollen and throbbing

you pant, trying to catch your breath, before turning your head to the side and asking, "jun, what the fuck is happening right now?"

you sound pretty calm considering the situation, and it gives him the courage to tell you... everything

so he does, he tells you about that night in the woods all those months ago, and about smelling you at the farmer's market and then going back every chance he got just to look for you, and about how this has literally never happened to him before but it has to have something to do with him being a werewolf

you take it relatively well, skipping over the disbelief stage because there's nothing human about the way he's plugging you up and moving right into acceptance

you have a werewolf boyfriend whose dick fits inside you like a puzzle piece, and you find you're alright with that

as soon as he's able to disengage himself from you, he does, his eyes growing wide at the river of white that flows out of you at his exit

it activates the primal part of his brain, has him scooping it up with his fingers to push it back inside of you, has him wishing you were full of him all the time, marked by him all the time

which is a little scary, so he awkwardly laughs it off, chuckles a sheepish, "sorry, baby," and scoots off to get you a washcloth

he mops up the cum and helps you to the toilet so you can let the rest drain out, suppressing the voice screaming at him that all his hard work is going to waste

he calls mingyu later when you're napping, angry for once and skipping over mingyu's hello to shout, "WHY THE FUCK DID I GET STUCK INSIDE MY GIRLFRIEND THIS MORNING?"

#✨emily answers✨#jun smut #svt smut #jun headcanons #svt headcanons #supernatural svt

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riley-coyotl · 4 months

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Juni reacts to a bottle whistle

#dogs #dogblr #english shepherd #juniper #cute

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beomitos · 3 months

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taste of heaven

cw: dom!beomgyu, sub!yeonjun, eating out, spit as lube, spanking, masturbation, handjobs, teasing, fingering, slightly begging, use of cunt for asshole, petnames, comforting if u squint, praising

wc: 643

A/N: AHH first time ever posting, im actually a little excited. This fic hasn't been betaread, sorry for any spelling mistakes or gramar errors. English isn't my first language and i hope its not that noticeable. As usual minors please dont interact. And enjoy the fic.

Yeonjun was laid out beneath Beomgyu. Looking so submissive, ready to be used by Beomgyu. He smiled at the sight of his boyfriend looking at him all shyly and embarrassed. "Baby youre gonna enjoy it. Theres nothing to be ashamed of. "He took ahold of Yeonjuns hand, circling comforting motions onto his palm. They decided to try something new, something none of them ever mentioned yet always desired to give it a shot.

"Can i take these off?" Beomgyus hand moved to point at Yeonjuns boxers, and he nodded, responding with "yes". Beomgyu let out a soft chuckle before working his hands to pull his boyfriends underwear off, revealing the semi hard cock that was leaking with precum. The older one gasped at the sudden touch of cold air hitting his sensitive skin. "Youre really cute all flustered like that, you know junie?" Beomgyu whispered, but still audible for the other male.

He lowered to his knees demanding for Yeonjun to let him inbetween his legs before asking for permission, which Yeonjun approved without a second thought. He wanted this just as much as Beomgyu wanted. The excitement almost eating both of them up. Beomgyu started by adjusting himself, to find the perfect spot to start with.

He began by wetting the spot where his hole was located with his tongue, that should make it easier for him afterwards. Yeonjun only twitched, wanting more of Beomgyu. "G-Gyu please" he begged. Which only lead to a firm slap being delivered right to his right thigh. "Stay still" Beomgyu ordered, before continuing with his work. sucking and circling his cunt. Sometimes adding one of his fingers to tease him a little which always made him laugh out by how his boyfriend reacted to the sudden feeling of being filled.

"Liking this a little too much, huh?" his eyes shot up to meet Yeonjuns, waiting for his reply that never came, but by how much of a moaning mess he was, he'd figured he must've been right. He slid his tongue inside twirling it around exploring his insides. Pushing in and out then switching motions by sucking and licking and repeating all of it again. Beomgyu could feel a trembling hand grab onto his hair, pressing him closer to his clenching hole. Beomgyu only took this as opportunity to speed up his movements trying to give his boyfriend as much pleasure as possible.

Moans and whines filled to room, sometimes a little sob mixed with a hiccup slipped out. Beomgyu would be lying if he said this wasnt turning him on. One of the hands that was holding Yeonjuns shaking leg still, made its way to his own pants, unbuckling it and sliding in, taking care of his own burning erection, that was screaming to be touched. He stroked himself up and down, matching the speed his tongue was moving. "'M close, im so close" Yeonjun announced, arching his back for Beomgyus tongue to slip in the way he wanted. Beomgyu took his hand off of his own cock to grip Yeonjuns touch starved erection, mixing both of their precum together. Working his way to reach Yeonjuns orgasm, which came after mere strockes. His cum landing all over his abdomen. He never felt this kind of pleasure before and needed a few seconds to come down of his high. Panting his way through his climax.

Finally letting go of Beomgyus hair to pull him into a soft hug, caressing his boyfriend. They stayed like this for a little, Beomgyu only showering Yeonjun with love and compliments, telling him how good he tasted or how he wants to try this again another time. After what felt like an eternity Beomgyu suggested theyd both clean up and go to bed.

Ends up with Yeonjun giving Beomgyu a quicky because he kept complaining abt not getting to cum. 🤫

Okay im going crazy?!:!!3$$ please reblog if you liked this. <33

#txt moa #tomorrow x together #yeonjun #choi yeonjun #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #txt smut #smut #kpop #kpop smut #mdni #moan tumblr #txt hard hours #beomjun #txt hard fic

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uftopia · 6 days

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just saw your post about them reacting to baby coming and HER NAME IS JUNE 😭😭 I can't believe I never thought of that it's perfect

june just feels so right for them like yeahhh dnf song but it’s just so cute

little nicknames for her would be junie, juno, june bug. perhaps something rhymey too like loonie junie (idk im not well versed in nicknames)

#if she’s born in june tho it gets a little weird

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fairy-verse · 3 months

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how would the fairies react to a very very tiny, fairy proportioned....... cat!

like, just a little baby. jut a little itsy witsy fluffy bimbini, just a skrunkly lil guy

-juni (@jun1per-t33th)

Disdain turns to confusion turns to delight. Many human-owned cats have been taught to chase away fairies and therefore said fairies are not quite so fond of cats, but this… this tiny little creature… Aw, they cannot help but love it. It’s so soft and cuddly, and it purrs, too!

#aufairyverse #utmv #ask for the fairy #general fairy info

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northstarco · 21 days

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niko vs smoothie 😖

❝ nikolas runs away! literally! ❞

"hi".

upon peaking his head in through the door, nikolas is met with the numerous eyes of nct dream. the first one to react to his appearance is kihyun, who gasps at the sight of the older. "nini!" he squeals, wrapping his arms around the others waist. the dancer gives a small smile, ruffling the younger's hair.

"you said you wouldn't be able to make it" mark's accusatory tone makes the other narrow his eyes, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he allows for kihyun to squeeze him to death. "i lied".

the look he receives from the lee makes him snort. "of course you did".

"you know me so well!"

the im lets go of the older, smiling up at him. nikolas then glances at the rest of the group, clapping his hands. "congratulations on the comeback! you all did so well on your stage!"

"but i did the best right?" lee donghyuck slides up right beside him, poking the taller in the shoulder. "right?" he urges again, and nikolas pretends to think about it.

"hmm, i think you did the worst actually— ow!"

the 96 liner rubs his arm as he reels from the hit the 00 liner landed on it. "didn't anyone tell you to respect your elders haechanie?"

upon hearing the words, nikolas turns to glare at mark, who only sports a grin of feigned innocence. "are you calling me old? you fucke—"

as soon as he tries to say the word, huang renjun is slaps a hand over his mouth, preventing him from cussing out his fellow member in english. "no swearing please, not while we're here with the door open".

the older scowls, gently removing renjun's hand from his mouth. "you're lucky, mark" he points down the canadian, who just smiles tauntingly.

"you aren't gonna do anything".

"bro i'll literally—"

"aren't we supposed to film the challenge with you?"

nikolas is once again cut off by the question from the maknae, and it dawns on him. oh, that. "we're supposed to?"

"what you don't wanna do it?"

"you have to!" donghyuck immediately exclaims, trying to shut down any arguments from the older. he clings onto the olders arm, giving his best pleading eyes. "please juni hyung?"

now usually, nikolas is always going to fall for those puppy dog eyes of donghyuck's, but today he seems to be doing everything in his body to resist them, so he lets out an awkward chuckle. "well i— i uh, i have a thing! i have to do!"

the leader immediately sees through his lie, raising an eyebrow. "a thing?"

"yeah i have to go uh, feed my cat!"

then, nikolas runs.

donghyuck can barely even keep up with his motions, as the older quickly let go of him and sprints out of the room.

"did he just run away?"

renjun can't help but laugh, humored by the situation, and mark just groans, now used to the older's shenanigans. "we should probably go catch him right?"

"jeno hyung should do it!"

"wait why?"

"because we have to capture him!"

what a totally non-mischievous plan.

"you can't do this! this is against my will!"

nikolas tries his best to get out of jeno's grip, the younger pulling him by the arm, but he is no match against him. yeah he's taller than jeno, but he can't compete with his seemingly superhuman strength, struggling as he's pulled back into the room with the rest of the nct dream members.

kihyun comes up from behind him, flicking his head. "why don't you wanna film the challenge with us?" the im crosses his arm, watching as the khornthon grimaces.

"i don't know the choreography.."

"liar!"

niko scoffs at chenle's rebuttal. "i'm not lying! i only know the chorus and stuff like tha— OW! JENO DON'T PULL MY ARM OFF!"

"it's just a ten second video" all mark's words receive is a glare from the older, who is very much still not into this. "seriously, just get it over with!"

nikolas drops down onto the floor, exhausted from trying to resist against the strong hold of the lee. "you guys can't make me do anything.." the members roll their eyes at his stubborn antics,

"you have to! do you want me to tell them about your situation with te—"

"fine! i'll do it, stupid chitta.." nikolas forces himself to stand up, dusting his pants free form any dirt. he hears the chuckles of the mischievous im. "you're lucky your adorable you little asshole".

"swearing".

"sorry" the dancer immediately responds, he watches as donghyuck and kihyun hop over to him so they can drag him out to go film their little tiktok.

nikolas wished for the ground to swallow him whole.

mentioned @kiiyunz

#. ✦ WRITING !#nct addition #fake kpop idol #fictional idol oc #fictional kpop oc #kpop addition #kpop oc #nct added member #nct 127 10th member #kpop male idol #kpop male oc

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cherrypikkins · 2 days

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15 lines of dialogue

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well!

Juni Cottontale, my FFXIV WoL - mostly snippets from sporadic discord RPs

(reacting to intruder trying to break into the bedroom) "Darling, move over a bit, I'm just going to grab the gun from under the bed…"

(sips from random beaker) "Hm. This isn't tea."

(looking at the smoking wreckage of the fantasy Keurig) "It was pretty dope though, even you have to admit it."

"Please stop giving our children knives."

"I showed you my flamethrower. Please respond."

"Stop screaming and I'll show you how to make an ice bomb."

"I may have committed a lot of wartime atrocities … but I am NOT a kidnapper."

(Regarding Gaius van Baelsar) "The enemy of my enemy is still a punk-ass bitch."

"I guess I forgot that not everyone works with explosive chemicals as their day job."

10. Miki: "...So, about us disintegrating" Juni: "Wild, right?"

11. (talking with Miki about having kids) "Just let me know when and I'll bug Cid for a raise."

12. "You can't flash me and always expect my mood to improve, Darling."

13. "Wanna do something cool and stupid with me?"

14. (assembling his gun + silencer after finding out the namazu Gyodo sold them out to the Garleans) "It'll be like shooting balloons at the carnival."

I tag: @eorzean-cabbage @breakingbridges @lavampira @sakurabunnie @milesmilse @omgkalyppso !

#juni cottontale #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #male viera #viera #fe3h oc #wol #warrior of light

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globetrotter28 · 2 years

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Another Cover Up (Part 6)

Fandom: The Boys

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Herogasm, Butcher, Hughie and Soldier Boy realise they might need more reinforcements. After doing more research, they discover the woman who was also injected with Compound V alongside Soldier Boy back in the 40’s. Everyone also thought she was KIA that day at Nicaragua. But if Soldier Boy was still alive… maybe she was too?

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Chapter warnings: Mentions of past torture, past sexual assault, past relationship between Fem!Reader x a surprise canon character

Series Masterlist - Part 5

You drove and drove, only one destination in mind. The music from Butcher's fucked radio was playing something from the sixties. He had been able to get it to the lowest volume when you were together, and you couldn't be bothered to turn it off. You also didn't mind the background noise from the storm taking place in your head.

Did you go too far with Ben? You knew he was affected by what he went through in Russia, he told you as much, that he was reacting badly to certain triggers. And after your talk with Butcher about this PTSD, you knew that was what he was experiencing. Maybe even a bit yourself... so why did you throw that out? That he was too busy blowing people sky high?

You knew it was an emotional reaction to your feelings towards him. Damn it, if you'd just told him years ago, maybe you'd be together, maybe not. But you would have worked through it all at least. You knew he was too important to you to ever lose. You would have made it work... no matter his response...

Over the years... the many... many years... you felt you had become so close to being more than just best friends who grew up together. You were the only person to ever see each other in their best and worst state a number of times... the only one who had been a constant to each other. So why was it always so difficult for you?

On the other hand... you couldn't believe him! Ben angered you so, saying such misogynistic shit. That you needed a good fuck?

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You can't help but growl out, your hands tightening on the steering wheel.

Yes... you knew Ben had this macho front. He was a walking, talking, breathing definition of misogyny... but you knew he was always more than that. When you were young, he never acted this way. You knew it was played up for the camera's, this image that Vought wanted to portray... but there were a number of occasions where you just couldn't tell what was real and what was an act.

Did he really believe those things? Did he really think that about you?

Well, fuck.

You try being abused your entire childhood, mentally, verbally, physically, sexually... and you come back at me and tell me you aren't just a little bit fucked up.

You knew that control was something you struggled with. When you've had it taken from you, then get just a little bit back, you find it hard to let go.

But did I need someone to screw me to calm down?

No. I think I'm fine.

Do I enjoy it? Hell yeah! But just because it's been forty years...

Your internal battle comes to an abrupt holt when you find yourself approaching your chosen destination. You pull up, parking in the abandoned car park outside the matching abandoned pizza restaurant. You sigh heavily and get out of the car. You take a moment, looking up at the jolly cartoon beaver smiling down at you, a smile filled with promises of a simpler time...

You make your way towards the building, walking around the back to find the back door you used to enter through all those years ago. When you find it, you see it had recently been opened, proven by the dirt and dead leaves collected over the years being pushed back, leaving a smear of mud against the concrete.

You pull the door out, softly cursing at the loud screech it makes dragging across the cement. You pass through the doorway, taking a look at your surroundings. The dark store room you walk into has a few old cardboard boxes, the smell of mould pungent in the air, spiderwebs and some other creepy crawlies, you're sure. But you try to make your way through, as silent as you could be.

Just as you're moving through the hallway, your telepathic powers pick up another mind. Only a moment later, you see a reflection of the sun through a crack in the wall hit something in the corner of your eye.

Time immediately slows down, where you see a silver blade swing towards you, aimed directly at your throat. You quickly bend backwards, throwing your head as far back as possible. You feel the breeze on your face form the air moving around the sharp steel as you watch it glide past your face, only a hairs width from your skin.

Time snaps back, as you pull yourself forward, bending down and swiping your leg out towards those of the attacker. They jump quickly to avoid being knocked over, as you roll forwards. You jump to your feet, hands out with violet light shining from them, your powers at the ready. The attacker approaches you, clearly not intimidated by your evident Supe abilities. You shoot a violet coloured blast at them, which they quickly dodge.

You notice they reach towards their waist, and in a flash, they throw something at you. Your keen eyes are able to see another steel blade and you twist your wrist, sending a forcefield out. The throwing knife bounces off the forcefield, clattering to the ground. You bring it down, seeing the dark figure still storming towards you with their katana at the ready. Their movements are short and fast, displaying their knowledge combat.

You raise your hands once again, using them to snatch the sword out of their grip and throwing it back towards them. Again, their combat abilities are well practiced as they roll sideways. You see another blade being retrieved from their boot.

"ENOUGH!" You yell, sending a blast towards them. They shoot back onto their behind, not a sound leaving them.

You walk up to them, seeing the figure covered, literally, head to toe in a black suit, not showing a sliver of skin. You listen to their mind, knowing exactly who it was the moment you heard it earlier. But you recognised it had changed significantly since you last heard it forty years prior.

"Erving." You say, towering over Black Noir's body as he moves to rest on his elbows, face tilted up to you.

You can hear his internal voice.

"Y-Y/N?" He sounds different to what you remember.

"Like seeing a ghost, huh?" You say.

"You're not really here... you... you died." He almost sounds like a child...

"You know damn well I didn't die, Noir." You growl, anger rising up inside of you.

He looks up at you, sadness colouring his thoughts, along with shame.

"I didn't mean it." He sobs internally, as if he was a child apologising to their sibling they just hurt.

"But you did it." You say, feeling the sadness and betrayal break through, causing your voice to crack.

Black Noir looks down in shame. Good. You think to yourself. He should feel shame.

"You did it even after you didn't want to."

He looks back up at you, moving to stand up. As he does, you can see his shoulders slumped.

"I did."

"Why?" He looks back down to his feet. "Why?" You push, anger evident in your tone.

"Because Edgar wanted Soldier Boy out of the picture... and he knew you wouldn't let that happen... not without a fight."

What he says makes sense. You know you would fight till your dying breath to save Ben... and you knew your powers outdid anyone else on the team... if you knew what was going to happen... they would not have succeeded.

"I thought we were friends, Erving... even after... everything..." You say, your anger mixing with sadness as you recount the short period you and he were involved with each other.

"Y-Y/N... we were." He says sadly.

"No... friends don't do that, Erving. Friends don't betray each other and send them off to be tortured... burned with fire and acid... to be starved... to be stabbed... to be cut with blades, wires... blasted with radiation… to be raped..." you swallow thickly, tears filling your eyes. "Friends don't do that... they don't do that... to people they claim to love. No matter the context. You knew where Ben and I were going... and you helped make that happen... I may not have been able to love you the way you needed... or deserved... but, Erving... I never deserved any of that..."

"I know, Y/N... I know and I can never tell you how sorry I am..." he's says this, knowing you would never forgive him. "Soldier Boy...?"

"Is alive. As I am sure you are aware, seeing as you are hiding out here." You gesture to the derelict building.

You see the memories pass through his mind you and he shared here together, in the days when you were once close. Once lovers... memories of a simpler time... fond memories...

You would come here when you both wanted to avoid the spotlight and Vought. He used to share his memories of the place he spent a large chunk of his childhood. A place he used to find comfort in. Which in turn, provided you with comfort. But you promised you would never share this with anyone else.

Noir moves his hand up to his neck, fingers pulling his face mask from beneath the suit on his chest, and begins to lift it off his head...

It takes a lot for you to not react to his once hansom face now badly scared, barely recognisable to who you remember.

Memories of him sitting with you in Nicaragua on that fateful day, lightly joking before he covers your face with a mask. The bitter taste of a chemical strong enough to make you, a Supe, become drowsy. You remember struggling with him, shooting your powers out in attempt to remove him and the mask from your body. You managed to throw him back, his head hitting a rock, but he was able to recover quickly due to his own abilities.

"That wasn't from me..." you say softly, referring to his injury.

"No... Soldier Boy fought back. Even with the rest of the team, without Gunpowder... he was so strong..."

"He was never a saint... and... not all of his actions are inexcusable... but I find it hard to care right now, Erving..."

You move to walk past him, heading to the entrance you entered through.

"Y/N, wait!" You hear him call out in his mind. You stop, back still facing him. "You're... you're just leaving...?" He asks and you read that he's really wondering why you aren't killing him, like he expected you or Ben to do.

Before you answer, you take a deep breath, before letting it go.

"Listen to this carefully, Erving..." you swallow thickly. "I will not be the one to kill you...," you turn your body to look over at him, "at least not today. But I will not be the one to stand in his way." You say, referring to Ben. You see the fear in his remaining good eye. "I may change my mind. And I will know where to find you. Because don't you forget...," you move closer to him, staring directly into his brown orbs, one more cloudy than the other, "I've been inside your mind, Erving... you let that happen... you let me see into every corner of it... even now... I know you more than you probably know yourself... so you have two choices...

You can stay and fight knowing Ben is coming and I will be right beside him... or you can run and hide, living with the knowledge that at any moment... I might turn up... either way, dear, sweet, Erving... your days are numbered." You see his scared jaw clenched tightly before he swallows heavily. "So choose carefully."

You turn and walk out of the building, heading straight to the car before starting the engine and making your way back to the house.

Part 7

Ooooh past relationship between our dear reader and Black Noir? Whaaaaaa???

I’m really enjoying reading your comments guys! So interesting seeing your thoughts and opinions. Across all the sites this is on, there’s a good range of ideas and opinions, and I’m loving them!

Considering this was meant to be a one-shot, I feel like it’s coming together alright. I think I have an idea of where I want to end it, but no idea how many chapters left.

I should be starting a new job shortly too, so I might not get much time to keep up my (not so) regular updating schedule. But in the meantime, I’ll keep writing and try updating when I feel it’s ready.

Thanks everyone! Appreciating the love and support like you wouldn’t believe right now <3

#Soldier Boy #the boys #the boys fanfiction #the boys tv #soldier boy fanfiction #Soldier Boy x Female Reader #soldier boy x reader #Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader #black noir #soldier boy x original female character #read on wattpad #fanfic #read on ao3

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skz-june · 1 year

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[ june’s profile ]

[ basics ]

stage name: june

english name: june seo

korean name: seo jun-ha

nicknames: ju-ju, junebug, buggie

birth date: 20 February 2000

zodiac sign: pisces

birth place: bloomington, illinois

nationality: american

ethnicity: korean

languages: english (native), korean (fluent), spanish (conversational), japanese (conversational)

mbti: infj

[ physical ]

height: 5’8

eye color: brown

natural hair color: black

modifications: five piercings and three tattoos

notable features: a mole/freckle on the right side of her nose, big eyes, and long arms and legs

[ claims ]

face claim: LOONA’s Hyunjin

vocal/rap claim: (G)I-DLE’s Yuqi

dance claim: Everglow’s Mia

[ career ]

positions in stray kids: main vocalist, sub rapper, lead dancer

unit in stray kids: vocalracha

group debut: 25 March 2018

representative emoji(s): 🦉 🐛 🐞

solo fandom: junies, summers, buggies

skzoo character: JUNEOWL

[ statistics ]

vocals: 10/10

rap: 8/10

dance: 6/10

directing: 8/10

writing: 9/10

acting: 9/10

[ trivia ]

is a member of “meowracha” and considered a cat for her skzoo animal

compared to a cat mostly for her frequent “cat naps”. there are many talker episodes where you can see june in the background curled up on a random surface sleeping

her and felix make up “tweetracha” as both of their skzoo characters are birds

is known to have a bit of an rbf (more of her just having no control over her facial expressions and making weird faces 24/7 without realizing it) and so during kingdom: legendary war, when reacting to other group’s performances, she would cover her face/mouth so it wouldn’t look like she was judging other’s performances

during their noeasy comeback began taking more creative control: writing lyrics, helping with concepts, and even a bit of directing!

most of the members have only seen her cry once; when lee know was eliminated in the survival show

her skzoo animal being an owl is due to her: 1. big eyes, han once said, “they’re not big in a cute and innocent way but like she can see into my soul” (this promptly got him hit with a shoe and june yelling at him for implying she isn’t cute), 2. she often “perches” on the other members shoulders, her chin resting there as she is “too tired to hold her head up”, and 3. cracks her neck and looks like an owl turning its head all the way around

(in interviews used to be asked if she was the “mom” of the group, which would make her and chan burst out laughing as she is 100% a trouble child of his)

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discoveriesoftheself · 5 months

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Meet June <3

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June "Junie" McDuck

She/Her

Age 14, Birthdate Unknown, Celebrated June 8th, Gemini

Unlabeled

Autistic & ADHD

Character Tag: DOTS June McDuck

How is someone supposed to react when they're suddenly thrown into a family they've only ever been taught to despise?

Well, if they're anything like June, the answer is simple- Rage.

Ever since moving into the mansion, June has been dubbed the 'mean girl' of the group. That's not to say the others don't include her, but anyone can tell the difference between how they treat her compared to May.

Deciding to embrace the role that's been given to her, June is first to volunteer when the group needs someone on the front lines. Despite her being on equal footing with Dewey when it comes to fighting, June has used her anger to get where she wants to be socially.

She shows particular anger towards her 'new parents', especially Daisy. No one is sure why, but I'm sure there's a certain someone who might be able to help.

#dots au #ducktales #ducktales dots #ducktales 2017 #dt17 #DOTS June McDuck #June Duck #June McDuck #DOTS Character Intro

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centralperkchenford · 3 months

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Daisy and Ava meet the twins for the first time

I’m planning on doing a Levi/Tim fic SOON. And writing more June stories because I feel like she doesn’t get enough love. Daisy too.

I hope you enjoy this one!!

Daisy and Ava meet the twins for the first time

Twice the fun twice the love

Lucy holds her new baby girl in her arms as she watches Tim with their son. He’s holding Levi in his arms just looking at him. She loves seeing Tim with their daughters, he’s so gentle and loving. When he held June for the first time, he had tears in his eyes like he did with Ava and Daisy but with Levi it was different.

He had been terrified to have a son, afraid he was going to become his dad but when Levi was born and he held him it was like those fears disappeared for a minute. She knows he’s probably still scared but he is also so proud.

They have a son. One that looks just like him.

She smoothes back June’s dark hair, as the baby sleeps on her chest. They had only been here for about 12 hours but Lucy loves them so much already. Her heart doubled in size, the minute they were born and she couldn’t wait to be home with all her babies.

“Hey.” Whispers Tim’s voice from across the room, she looks up to see him standing up holding Levi close. “Do you want to switch?”

Lucy laughs and gives a small nod as he comes over. Lucy lifts June up, the baby not even opening her eyes. Tim somehow puts Levi down and takes June in his arms.

“How are we good at that?” She questions him. Tim laughs and gives their new daughter a small kiss.

“No idea.” He replies. And now he’s fixated on June while Lucy studies Levi. He looks like Tim and Lucy doesn’t mind one bit. He’s a handsome little guy and she always knew she wanted her son to look like Tim.

He sleeps soundly in her arms as she plays with his soft blonde hair. Her son.

Tim’s phone rings and he answers it easily still holding June. “Hey Gen.” he answers. “How are the girls?”

“Yeah that’s fine. Hold on.” He puts his phone to his chest and looks at Lucy.

“Are you up to seeing the girls? Or do you want to wait.” He asks. She smiles at him, because he was always thinking of her and her wellbeing.

“I want to see them.” She tells him. She hadn’t seen Ava and Daisy for over 24 hours and in her opinion it was too long. She just wanted all her babies together. She just wanted to finally be a family of six.

Tim nods his head at her, and lifts the phone back up. “Its fine Gen. We want to see them and they can meet the twins.” He says. “Okay see you soon.”

He hangs up and shifts June from one arm to the other. “Are you sure you can handle Ava right now?” He asks amusement in his voice. Lucy shrugs her shoulders looking down at Levi, they might as well get the twins used to the noise now.

“Yeah I’m sure.” She says. “I need to see my other babies too.”

Genny and the girls arrive 15 minutes later, Ava rushes in and Daisy toddles in behind her. “Mama!” Daisy squeals. “Mama!” Lucy laughs as she struggles to get up on the bed. Genny helps her and sits her next to Lucy.

“Mama.” Daisy says again. She looks at Levi curiously, and then at Lucy.

“This is your brother.” Lucy tells her. “Levi.” Daisy tilts her head and then lays a soft kiss on Levi’s head.

“Bub.” She says.

Lucy laughs and turns to see Ava sitting next to Tim and June. “Baby sister.” Ava says sitting up and looking at Tim.

“That’s right Aves this is June.” Tim tells her. Ava nods and smiles at the baby and then looks over at Lucy, Levi and Daisy.

“Baby brother.” She says pointing at Levi. Tim nods at her smiling. They weren’t sure how Ava would react to getting two new siblings even though she was excited about it at first. They also weren’t sure how Daisy would react but she didn’t seem to be too upset about it. So far.

“Good job Aves.” Says Lucy. Ava looks at Lucy and then back at June. “Do you want to hold Junie?”

Ava nods and Tim carefully puts June in her arms. Lucy turns to Daisy who is still looking at Levi.

“Do you want to hold him Daisy?” Lucy asks. Daisy hesitates scrunching up her nose a little bit. But then nods. Lucy gently moves Levi to her arms. She holds perfectly still as she looks down at him, her brown eyes roaming his face.

“Bub.” She says again softly. Lucy nods kissing her two year old on the head.

“Yes brother.” She says. “And you have a sister.” Daisy looks over at Ava and June who is whispering something to her.

“Hey.” Says Genny suddenly who was standing back watching them. Tim looks over at her and she gestures to the bed. “Get over there. You need a picture of this.”

Tim smiles and takes June back from Ava who hops down and climbs up on the bed. Lucy tucks her into her side and scoots over making room for Tim.

“I wanna hold Junie.” Says Ava. Tim smiles and passes the newborn to Ava, holding her head and then looks over at Daisy and Levi.

“Smile.” Says Genny. They all look at the camera and smile. Genny snaps the picture and smiles. Lucy feels Tim’s phone buzz next to them, and she knows that’s going to be her new lock screen for a while.

Tim looks at her and then Ava and June who are tucked into his side and then over at Daisy and Levi who are by Lucy. His face goes through several different emotions before he speaks again.

“Holy shit.” He says his voice full of emotion. Lucy looks at him startled and so does Ava who has a frown on her face.

“What?” Lucy asks.

Tim looks around again. “We have four kids.”

Lucy bursts out laughing and leans over to give him a soft kiss. “We sure do.” She remembers his reaction when they found out they were having twins. He was stunned for quite a while.

“Are we crazy?” Tim asks. He reaches out to touch June on the cheek gently.

“Yep.” Lucy says but she’s smiling as she looks at her husband and her four babies. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

There’s a few minutes of silence before Ava is speaking. “Mommy! Daddy said shit!”

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #tim x lucy #chenford fanfic #chenford fic #anon answered #lucy x tim

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surroundedbypearls · 9 months

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‘CLOSET PUN’ - Excerpt #15

Hazel: The Changeling Draft 1

[Excerpt below the cut!]

Hazel beckoned him over and Jet crammed into the circle beside her. Junie began murmuring her magic words again, over and over, her face downturned, her legs tucked in close to her body. She was otherworldly when she did things like this. When she showed Hazel just how talented she was, how connected to the world she was.

“Did it work? Jet asked, after a few moments. No one around the room reacted, and after a moment, Toby gave a thumbs up from the bed. Junie was still focused, eyes closed, lips barely moving as she kept the spell going.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Hazel didn’t recognise her own voice. “I mean, she - her power is incredible.”

Jet glanced at her, amusement lacing his usually dour features. “Right, yeah. Her power.”

She wanted to retort, but she had no defence. And they had no time. “Let’s just get this thing open.” She practically shoved the box into his hands.

Still smiling, Jet gripped the lock, took a breath, and yanked. He barely flinched as it snapped in his hand, clattering onto the floor. She half expected the spirit of Sarah to descend on them with fury immediately. But nothing happened. Jet opened the box and placed it on the floor before them. There were some old crystals, a little cloth bag of what she hoped were herbs and nothing more nefarious, and there. A book.

It seemed in pretty good condition, though its pages were yellowed. The box and the stone of the mausoleum had kept it well guarded from the elements. She opened it up onto the first page, heart pounding. “Read with me. You’re faster.”

And so they read.

Alice’s ailment is a unique one and seems to be spreading. She will not speak to me of how it pains her, but I see the signs every day of how it worsens. A witch cannot heal herself the way other creatures of the night can. Perhaps there is some secret to what makes them that could help Alice heal as well.

Sarah never seemed to write entire passages without losing focus. Her thoughts flitted from one subject to another in this notebook. Even her notes were sporadic.

All of this would be easier if Alice would just change her body. But she won’t agree to it and I promised I wouldn’t try to force her. The alternative solution may be to examine the properties of what makes others self-heal. They are all immortal in some way but for us.

Hazel read on.

Out of the werewolf volunteers I worked with in the laboratory, the longest healing time on the same injury - two broken kneecaps and two broken wrists - was 37 minutes, while the shortest was 18 minutes. Both reported no more pain at this time.

Bones were broken. Blood extracted. Werewolves and vampires and changelings could all drown, and be pained by burns, but werewolves and vampires would heal from a burn. Changelings would not. Goosebumps slid down Hazel’s arms.

If one creature could have all the attributes that make us greater than humans, perhaps that would be the ideal solution. No one would turn down being such a creature, not even Alice. But the question is how to create such a creature?

Notes were scrambled. diagrams , scribbled with frantic notes. It seemed like no creature could regrow a limb once Sarah Proctor had sawed it off. They could close up the wound, of course, and perhaps the pain went away, but the limb never came back, and the phantom pain might remain forever.

“Well? What is it?”

Hazel looked up. She hadn’t even realised the circle had fallen apart around them, Junie panting like she’d been running for miles. The others were staring at her and Jet. She didn’t quite no where to begin.

Luckily, Jet started to explain for her.

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