#one piece 924

[apparently-artless]

nakayoshi indeed (¬‿¬ )

#one piece #opgraphics #opedit #onepiecesource #usopp #black leg sanji #trafalgar law #wano kuni #anime #anime gif #animeedit #gifset #fyanimegifs #userdabiluna #userrashed #usermica #artsgifs #episode 924

[mingoquixote]

#sanji #usopp #trafalgar law #one piece #op episode 924 #screencaps

[giuliettagaltieri]

Cup of Warm Tea

Pairing: Husband!Gojō x Wife!Reader

Chapter Synopsis: Gojō Satoru is a manchild.

Warning: arranged marriage, implied jujutsu society stigma

Word Count: 924

5 of 9

Gojō Satoru never woke up with anybody next to him in all his life.  Even in his escapades at his age of curiosity, he never stayed long.  He was never fond of bedding anybody too often in the first place.  The guilt ate him up despite him never agreeing to your betrothal.

Yet now, he wakes up to you every single morning.

Your back always turned to him, never crossing the boundaries set between you.  Your hair against your pristine white pillows.  The soft rise and fall of your shoulders.  Even whimpering from time to time, making him cover your goosebump covered arm with the warm blanket.

The first time he woke up to such a sight, he did not know what to do, so he stared at your form until you woke up.  He was fascinated in watching you go about your morning, until you wake him up with tea and fresh clothing for the day.

His morning continues with him listening to your plans for the day as you head to the dining area where you will share your breakfast.

And you will kiss his cheek goodbye as he heads out for work.

The same routine goes on for weeks.

Day by day, he notices how your appearance changes too.

More and more, your clothing starts to have more of the fabric that is blue in color.

And the layers kept adding up.

He was wrapping the bandage over his eyes one morning as he observed how you put your hair up with pins embedded with sapphires and paraiba tourmaline.

“I’m surprised that you can still move, dragging an entire fabric store.”

You give him a small smile.

“It is customary.”  You replied.

He chooses not to say anything after that.  But not even an hour after he left for work, you received a gift from your husband.  It was a wooden fan.

You never go without it from then on.

The women in the Gojō estate made it their mission to hone you to perfection.  Not that they had more to teach you.  You were already well taught.

You spend your day reading.  Or embroidering, to make the elders happy.

The estate house was big.  Much ground for you to explore.  Your new and old handmaidens gladly accompany you in your walks. 

In one of your afternoon teas, you are surprised to see a familiar mop of unruly hair.

It was one of the children your husband had adopted in his youth.

“Megumi.”  You call sweetly.  The young teen boy stops in his tracks, his muttering coming to a halt and his deep frown clearing away to make way for confusion.

“Gojō-san.”  He says unsurely.

Your smile widens as you beckon him close.  “‘Y/N-san’ is still fine.  What brings you here?”

He looks at the small parcel in his hand.  “Uhm…running errands for Gojō-sensei.”

You pat the seat next to you.  “Do you mind if I take up a bit of your time today?”

He shakes his head and sits next to you, his hand sneakily slips the parcel in his pockets.

“Tea and cookies?”  You pour him a cup anyway.

“Thanks.”  He says curtly and sips on his cup.  “Congratulations on your marriage.”

You smile brightly at him.  No matter how big he got, you still see him as the same little boy that Gojō took in.

It was not often that you saw the boy and his older sister, but given that you were the fiancée of the man who took care of them, you kind of bribed them with treats to get them to like you.  You were only a teenager then, you did not know any better.

Megumi, ever so perceptive that he was, saw through your tricks but appreciated your efforts nonetheless, knowing that you meant well.  Also, because you got him out of trouble when he needed a guardian to see the guidance counselor.

Gojō would have picked a fight with the school staff, you were the safer option.

“Enjoying school?”  You ask as you spread marmalade on a piece of pastry and add it on a stack on his plate.

He shrugs. “I guess so.  Met a bunch of weirdos but otherwise okay.”

“Is Gojō-sensei behaving himself?  He’s not giving you much trouble?”

Megumi does not know how to answer that.  He thinks you got the question the other way around.

He quietly sips on his tea and puts the cup on the saucer with a soft clink.

You wait for his response patiently.

“Are you certain he did not threaten you so you’d marry him, Y/N-san?  You are too good for that man.  I swear I’d try to talk to the council to-”

An arm finds itself on Megumi’s shoulder.

“What sort of nonsense are you spouting to my wife, Megumi.”  Gojō clicks his tongue in feigned disappointment.

Megumi leans on his chair and sips on his tea like nothing happened.  “Thank you for the tea, Y/N-san.”  He fishes the parcel from his pocket and slams it to Gojō’s chest.  “That thing you requested.”  He says through gritted teeth.

Gojō smiles childishly at him.  “Thanks, Megumi.  I know I can count on you.”  He slips it to his own pocket and Megumi says his farewell.

Knowing that it is not your business to ask, you turn to your own cup of tea.

Your husband sits on the chair that Megumi vacated, only he drags the chair closer to you until your elbows bumped and then proceeds to gobble up the pastry that you prepared for Megumi.  You hid the slight annoyance you felt and instead just poured him tea into a new cup.

Gojō chokes on a scone and he slams a fist to his chest as you slap at his back but a second later, he was shoving a Danish puff on his mouth.

You shake your head at him, smiling at his display of behavior.  Despite knowing the man all your life, he never ceases to appall…er, astound you.

“So, we had this new kid in Jujutsu High.”  He says in between chews and you nod at him to continue, wiping at the marmalade that smeared on his lips.

Your entire afternoon was spent listening to Gojō’s rambles and gossip in the jujutsu society and you would not spend your time any other way.

Where the Blue Roses Grow

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojō satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo fluff #arranged marriage #where the blue roses grow

[twogyuu]

[924]

pairing: vernon x fem!reader

prompt: a grabs ahold of b's hand/arm just as the latter starts to turn away/etc.

genre: fluff, (newly) established relationship

warnings: none

wc: ~1.1k

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for a hot minute-

. . . .

There's a sharp ache in the side of your neck that wakes you as you felt the weight underneath your head that starts to shift and rock. Wincing and grimacing at the discomfort, you groggily try to sit up, pushing yourself into a sitting position, leveraging his thigh to steady yourself. Your death grip seems to awake your companion - what seemed like just slight adjustments in sleep evolving into a stretch and a satisfying crack of his back.

When your eyes finally adjust to the dimly lit room and you're slowly coming to your senses, you fumble for your phone on his scratched, oak coffee table with one of the legs loose, so it was a little wobbly. The overwashed navy blue fleece resting on your lap falls to the ground in the process, the table teetering ever so slightly as you slide the device off the surface.

12:43AM, reads the screen.

You inhale sharply, tossing your head back.

"What's up?" Vernon asks groggily, his voice husky with sleep. Using the heels of his hands, he adjusts himself to press up against the arm of the loveseat.

You chuckle half-heartedly, "We fell asleep watching TV." You gesture to the screen that had returned to the series list, the same preview playing over and over again in the upper right hand corner.

"Oops," Vernon mumbles lightly. He reaches for his water bottle and takes a quick swig to clear his throat.

"I should go," you tell him, starting to rise from your seat. You didn't think twice about it, to be frank. Yes, you've been dating for a few months now, but staying over was anything short of natural. You bend over the side of the couch, starting to search for your coat and bag you had tossed haphazardly on the floor early. You can hear Vernon rustling on the couch. The friction of his jeans brushing against the patterned surface of the hand-me-down couch from Seungcheol, the springs creaking under his weight.

Though you feel nonchalant, Vernon feels like the moment is sand slipping through his fingers - it's going all too fast and he can't think straight, yet he's grasping for each and every piece like his life depends on it.

Vernon's hand latches onto your wrist, the warmth of his finger tips seeping into your skin, prompting you to pause in your search and look back to him. He's leaned over on his knees, his other free hand propping himself up. His mouth fell agape; the light from the screen danced in the reflection of his dark hazel eyes, innocent, but somewhat serious.

There's a beat that passes before he utters a soft, "Wait."

You don't answer, only giving him your full attention and looking at him expectantly for him to ask his question.

"Do you wanna stay over?" he asks, "It's late."

This takes you by surprise because you have never not left his place during darker hours of the night before. He usually drove you back himself if you hadn't driven over - or if the both of you were too tired, he'd help pay for an Uber back (only because you refused to let him pay in full).

You chuckle nervously, defaulting to what you know best: teasing.

"Aw," you coo, leaning over to be closer to him. You slip your wrist out of his hold to let your fingers intertwine with his loosely. You joke lightheartedly, "Only if you miss me."

He doesn't hesitate to reply: "I do."

Your tongue dries, the snarky rounds of teases lodging in your throat.

The way your mischevious smile falls and your eyes darting away from him while blinking rapidly is all Vernon needs to know you were affected.

That was the thing about Vernon - perhaps if it was anyone else, they might have fallen into a fluster with your question, or at best, banter back. However, it wasn't in Vernon's nature to flirt and joke in such fashion. Times like this reminds you of that this was part of the reason you fell for him in the first place. He catches you off-guard, his straightforward nature somehow managing to make you flustered and skittish. Whether it's intentional or not, he knows the ins and outs of your little default flirting games, getting you to tell him what you really wanted, rather than dancing around it. His intentions were always clear.

"Stay?" Vernon asks again, already pulling you away from your stuff.

"A-are you sure?" you stammer, "We haven't . . . done this before."

"I'm sure," he tells you firmly. Quickly, he adds to reassure you, "There's a first time for everything."

"I don't have my pajamas or anything," you argue weakly.

"You can borrow some of my sweats and t-shirts."

"Oh," you look away bashfully. It wasn't even a scandalous request, yet it still feels so intimate, it makes you shy.

He gives you a moment to collect yourself, before giving your hand a quick squeeze again.

"So?" he asks softly. "If you really feel that weird about it-"

"It's fine," you cut him off quickly. You let out a deep breath, not wanting this moment to slip out of your hands because you were being squeamish.

"You're nervous, aren't you?" he challenges. You don't bother to look at him, but you knew, he was grinning - you could practically hear the way his lips creak up into a wide smile at your fidgeting.

"I-I'm just . . . you know," your voice trails off, finally having enough courage to look up at him.

"I don't know, actually," Vernon pushes on.

He waits patiently for your answer. The moment growing more awkward as the seconds pass by. The antique clock Seungkwan got at the garage sale two blocks away ticking away in the background making it known that you were taking a rather long time to answer what was supposed to be a simple question.

"I'll stay," you finally relent quietly.

"Was it that hard to say?" He brushes his thumbs across your knuckles once before letting go. Indeed, you were equally straightforward when the time was right, but feelings, particularly romantic ones, weren't one of them. Heck, after almost three months of what he'd like to think was mutual pining, it took Wonwoo (voluntarily by his own will for the record - Vernon would never force you to do this) cornering you after work and personally delivering you hostage to Vernon at his apartment (a story for another time).

"Yes," you mumble.

He plants a chaste kiss on your temple. You could feel him smiling into it. "I'll go get you something to wear."

#vernon x reader #vernon fluff #vernon scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios

[mockerycrow]

Softdom! Gaz just wants to sit and relax with you for a couple of hours, but you end up cuddle-fucking instead <3

Missing You (Softdom!Gaz x GN!Bottom!Reader)

gaz masterlist — gaz picture origin — 924 words

a/n; I LOVE HIM, YOUR HONOR!!! no genitals are described besides his, i hope this fluffy enough </3

[WARNINGS; Softdom!Gaz, Bottom!Reader, brief cuddle-fucking, praise, pet names, fluff.]

Getting some alone time with Kyle was not very common. Kyle applies for leave as much as he can to see you, but it doesn’t get approved every time due what’s happening. So when you do get some time together, Kyle is determined in dragging you to your shared bed and never letting you get up unless he’s with you. You never minded—and still don’t mind—how clingy he can get after it’s been a couple months of being apart. So when Kyle gets home and you two share some lazy, but loving kisses and leads you to bed, you don’t complain.

“Thought you wanted to be the little spoon this time?” You murmur as Kyle slinks into bed behind you, wrapping an arm around your abdomen as he slots himself against your backside like a matching puzzle piece. Kyle hums for a moment as he nuzzles his face into your scalp. “Changed my mind.” He whispers, and you melt into his touch. Being without him for so long did take a toll on you, even if you never admitted it to him. You know how to function without him; you did it for many many years before dating him, but his absence leaves a noticeable hole in your chest every time.

You let your eyelids flutter shut as Kyle wiggles a bit to get comfortable before settling down once again. You try to adjust yourself and Kyle makes a noise of discontent and tightens his arms hold around you, causing you to chuckle. “Not gonna let me get up, then?” You question, not really wanting to get out of bed anyway. You were perfectly happy being stuck in bed with your boyfriend any time of day. Kyle hums and you feel his head shake before he murmurs “no” against your scalp. You don’t respond, not needing to. You feel yourself float for a while; you aren’t sure for how long, but you love the feeling of Kyle pressed up against you, his arm slung over your hip. You also love the feeling of him leaning into your chest, or even spooning him. You love how wide his shoulders are.

You’re brought out of your thoughts when you feel his hand come up from near your abdomen to your throat, loosely wrapping around the front of it. You make a noise, your eyes fluttering open as his other hand slides underneath your body, that hand pushing your pelvis and hip area back until—Kyle groans as he pushes your hips against his erection, earning a whimper from you, the sound vibrating his hand. A hot wave of arousal pools in your lower extremities and your gut, feeling Kyle’s hips roll against your ass. “Kyle..” You breathe out, the loose grip on your throat making your head feel fuzzy already. He presses a kiss against your scalp before he lets out a pleased noise. “I know, sweet one.” Kyle murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “M’sorry, darling. I just need you badly.. Can you lay here for me? Y’don’t even have to do anything..”

You slowly inhale, knowing he’s asking for your consent. It makes your face feel warm, knowing that he wants to make sure you’re comfortable with this. You nod in response, but you gasp quietly when his hand around your throat squeezes gently. “Words, love. Wanna hear you.” Kyle corrects, and you whine quietly as his hips still. “Yes,” You whisper. “Please.”

Kyle chuckles, the noise rumbling in his chest so much that you can feel it against your back. The fingers near your pelvis slip under your shorts and underwear, tugging them down. You eagerly help him, maneuvering your legs to kick them off somewhere else onto the bed. You feel Kyle shift behind you, and you laugh shakily. “You’re lucky I touched myself before I went to pick you up, Kyle.” You say, implying you fingered yourself open. You hear his breath hitch, making your lips curl into a smile. Kyle presses his lips against the of your neck as you feel him shift against before his bare cock is pressing against your ass, making a hot heat run through your veins. “Can’t just say that shit t’me..” Kyle whispers. His hand grabs right under your knee and pushes it up towards your chest. He takes his hand back and you hear him doing something with his mouth. You smile and you lips part to respond, but all that comes out is a soft gasp when you feel the tip of his cock slip right into you with no resistance.

“Fuck—“ You gasp, urging your muscles to relax as Kyle groans softly, his hand coming down from your throat and holding under your thigh to keep your leg near your chest. You feel him slowly slide the rest of his length inside of you, and you’re unable to stop yourself from panting with need as Kyle peppers kisses against the back of your neck. His cock is thick and heavy inside of you, making your head spin. You let out the faintest whimper as his pelvis presses against your hips, getting as deep as he can in this position. “You alright?” Kyle’s voice rumbles softly in your ear, causing you to shiver. Your hand is gripping the pillow your head is on, and you nod before you remember he wanted words. “Mhm, I’m okay..”

Kyle presses a kiss against your neck, letting you adjust as long as you need to. After all, you two have all day together. He’s in no rush.

#call of duty #call of duty mwii #cod mw2 #cod #mw2022 #mw2 2022 #modern warfare ii #gaz <3 #gaz modern warfare #cod gaz #gaz mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #gaz call of duty #gaz cod #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz smut #gaz x gn!reader #kyle garrick x gn!reader #kyle gaz garrick x gn!reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #mw2 fanfic #cod mwii #call of duty mw2 #mw2 x reader #mw2 #mwii #cod modern warfare #modern warfare two

[mak3itr7ght]

Taehyung x fem!reader

Warnings: mention of death

Inspired by the new IU song's MV "Love wins all"

(maybe an alternative ending👀)

Words count: 924

(I didn't revise it so there will be SO MANY ERRORS)

The moon was shining over the city, well, over what remained about the city. The buildings were destroyed, ruins everywhere, still the satellite and the stars kept floating in the sky, imperturbable, not caring about what was happening beneath them.

I was laying down against the cold concrete, I was tired to escape. I realized it was useless run away, because there wasn't a safe place.

They were everywhere, ready to exterminate everything. Damn it. Those metallic demons, those machines that brought only fear, terror and death. They were soul less, they hadn't feelings. They just knew that humans must disappear, turning in piles of ash and clothes...

The flashbacks of what happened in that building still crushed against my sight. I was there. I could help them both, I could help that couple, but it took me so much to fight against my cowardice.

Flashback

She was wearing a wedding dress, it was dirty but she still looked like a princess, and he was leaning against her chest, wearing a black suit. I heard their laughing before that moment, those voices made me and my curiosity looking for them. "I am not the only one left then.." i thought. But there they were, with one of those cubes in front of them, ready to reduce their existence in..nothing. i felt chills along my spine as soon as I met her eyes. She was crying, keeping her lover against her, trying to comfort him. One hand placed on his still-working eye, while the other one was already lost. I was hiding behind two huge pieces of wall, but she saw me. She bagged me to help them, at least one of them.

I thought about it for a few seconds, seconds that looked like hours, days, years in that moment. I felt my stomach backflipping, my head spinning, the adrenaline in my vains running so much that I feared they would explode. We exchanged a few looks and I stood up running across the cube.

It all happened in seconds, she made her lover standing up, pushed him against me while the cube started burning her...she wasn't even screaming. I was able to see what she was trying to mimick with her lips.

'내 사랑을 살려줘" ("save my love")

I hurried towards the guy who was still over me, and I covered both his eyes, I didn't want to take the risk to make him see what was happening.

She died in front of my eyes and I realized that we couldn't let her death be in vain.

I took his arm and pulled him away. He was too stunned to speak, he was surprised, unable to realize what was actually happening. We kept running. We ran for hours and hours, until we hid ourselves at a subway stop.

He stayed silent the whole time. I asked him a few questions, if he was hungry, thirsty, also if he needed to cry... he stayed still. I I put my arm around his shoulder and I let him lean his head agaisnt my chest. I didn't know him, but, he was the only one left, along with me.

"괜찮아" ("it's okay") I whispered, gently stroking his hair. I looked down at him. A warm tear was running down his left eye. That made me cry too. I cried in silence, looking up, meeting the dark atmosphere in that metro stop. I hated that place, it was so noisy, so full of people. I realized that i missed all that, that i actually never hated that, it was just me that never found a way to appreciate life.

We were alone, there was no way to escape, nothing could save us.

I prayed that night, while that boy was trying to sleep, still burying his head against my dirty white sweater. After praying i started coursing everything, the world, those machines, myself, humanity..God itself, and once i finished a small and weak ray of sun spreaded across a crack from the subway's ceiling. In that moment i promised myself that I would have found a way to save us. Nothing was lost. I would have fought until the end.

End of the Flashback

It happened weeks ago. Still it was so clear as soon as I closed my eyelids.

"Y/n씨, 가야 돼" ("Y/n, we must go") A voice made me snap back from my thoughts. I set up and looked behind me. There he was.His hair got longer, that made him even prettier.

"응" ("yeah") I smiled at him. Taehyung approached me and extended an hand. I took it and he pulled me towards him.

It was a relief that he started talking again, even if he was silent most of the time. We looked at each other for a few seconds when he grabbed his camera, and started recording me out of nowhere. He used to do that a lot. I didn't know that..through it..he was able to see her, not me.

I raised an hand and gently pressed on the camera, lowering it. I shook my head, moving some hair from his eyes, he looked beautiful under the moonlight. Leaning in, i pressed a soft kiss on his nose, while my thumb kept stroking his cheekbone. It was okay. I cared about him. I loved him. And i was sure he loved me back, in some way. I realized that when he smiled back at me and pressed his forehead against mine.

"살아남을 거야" ("we will survive"). He whispered softly. Yes, we will survive.

Hope you liked itㅠㅠ♡

#bts au fanfic #bts au masterlist #bts fanfic #bts #spotify #bts x reader #bts x fem!reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #taehyung ff #taehyung bts #taehyung x you #taehyung #taehyung actor #taehyung love wins all #taehyung x reader #SoundCloud #IU love wins all

[lulublack90]

Prompt 11 - Map

@jegulus-microfic February 11 Word count 924

Previous part First part

“I have a proposition for you,” Dumbledore said, his voice still quiet. Regulus knew whatever it was, he wasn’t going to like it, but it would probably be preferable to Azkaban. 

“What do you want me to do?”

“You will turn spy for the Order. Whatever information you gather will be sent directly to us. It will, of course, be highly dangerous. I do hope your occlumency skills are well practised.” Regulus felt his blood run cold. In the back of his mind, he knew this was what would be asked of him. 

He looked into Dumbledore’s steady eyes and knew he was just another piece to be used to win this giant game of chess the old wizard and Voldemort were playing. What Regulus needed to figure out was if he was a pawn or a piece of higher value. 

“If you want me dead, Dumbledore, why not let your dog finish me off?” He pointed his chin in the direction of Moody. 

“Because Mr Black, alive, you are useful.”

And that’s where he found himself, a spy for the order. He was no longer confined to the cellar, but he was still confined to the house while they came up with a plan. 

“We could glamour him with bruises. That way, it’ll look like he escaped,” Sirius suggested. 

“No, they’ll see right through that. The second he walks back through the door, they’ll finite him, and he’ll go back to normal.” 

James and Sirius had been spitballing for hours about how to get Regulus back into Voldemort’s inner circle with the least amount of fuss. 

“They need to be real. I’ll punch him if you want?” Remus put in, winking at Regulus. 

“That’s actually not a bad idea.” Sirius nodded thoughtfully. Regulus had had enough. 

“Oh, yeah, Sirius. Get your boyfriend to beat your brother up. That’s real nice.” James put a hand on his shoulder. 

“Remus is strong and good at hitting just right. You’ll be well bruised, but he won’t waste a blow. You’d only need about three for enough bad bruising.  Someone else that could give you ten and hardly leave a bruise.” Regulus mulled this over. 

“Can you really do that?” He asked Remus. “Make it look good with that few strikes?” Remus shrugged. 

“I’m good with my hands.” 

“Yeah, he is.” Sirius felt the need to add his eyebrows wiggling to get the point across. Regulus, James and Remus all groaned at him.

“What? It’s true.” Sirius said innocently. “You’re the ones who took it the wrong way.”

“Only because you made sure we did.” Regulus and Sirius bickered back and forth until Remus stepped in. 

“Right, so we’ve got his appearance down. We still have your robes, and they are ripped to shit where Mad-Eye got them. So, nothing to do there.” They all nodded along as Remus continued. “We need to sort out if Regulus makes a miraculous escape or if we set it up so he’s rescued. But if we go down the escape path. We could possibly use Sirius in this. You know, helping your brother escape. Or—” Regulus could see the quick calculations zipping behind Remus’s eyes. “Or, I do it. We use it as an in for me as well. They know I’m a werewolf, and they’ve been trying to get me for years. Greyback would welcome me with open arms. And then there would be two of us instead of just Regulus.” All excitement and joy left Sirius’s face, and Regulus watched his brother crumple before him in a way even Walburga had never managed to do. 

“No,” His voice was hoarse. “No. I won’t let you. They’ll destroy you, Remus. I won’t let you.” Sirius grabbed Remus’s shoulders and shook him. “They’ll swallow you up, Remus. I can’t lose you.” Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius and slowly walked him out of the kitchen, leaving Regulus alone with James. 

They stood silently for a while, waiting to see if Sirius and Remus were coming back. But when they heard Sirius’s motorbike fire up, they knew they wouldn’t be back for a while at least. 

“Shall we finish going over those maps then?” James asked, breaking the silence. Regulus let out a sigh but pulled a map he’d been drawing towards himself. 

There were three. Grimmauld Place, Malfoy Manor and Castle Lestrange. Regulus had spent hours walking around those houses in his youth, and since he’d left Hogwarts, waiting for others or on instructions. Sirius had helped where he could, mainly with Grimmauld Place, but Regulus knew more about the others, such as one of the many secret passages in Malfoy Manor that led from the library to the servant’s quarters. Even Mad-Eye had been impressed. The maps were going to be used to stage rescues and raids when Voldemort attacked the Ministry. Apparently, they had enough people to pull it off. They’d had to include Grimmauld Place, as that was a major meeting place for Voldemort supporters. 

Sirius and Remus didn’t reappear until they were ordered to a few days later. Regulus had a feeling Sirius had been keeping Remus away to stop any more talk of him getting in with the werewolves and turning spy for the Order. 

They sat around the kitchen table. Regulus, James, Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore, Mad-Eye and Frank. 

“So,” Dumbledore started the meeting. “Have you come up with a plan?” The four young men looked between themselves. Regulus looked up and met Dumbledore’s pale eyes, hoping he sounded more confident than he felt. 

“Yes.”      

Next part

#February 11 #jegulus #jegulus microfic #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus fic #regulus black #james potter #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #sirius black #remus lupin #albus dumbledore #mad eye moody #regulus and james #james potter x regulus black #james and regulus #james x regulus #regulus x james #dead gay wizards #map

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 15: WEDDING NIGHT Basil Hawkins 𝘹 F! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: @lady-winter13 ➡ Sorry I completely forgot to add the gender so let’s try again! 🙈 Could I please ask for kinktober 15. wedding night 🤍 with basil Hawkins from one piece? With female she/her. Thank you a sorry! 💗 tw: mdni. very romantic sex after the wedding. oral. penetration. mentions of pregnancy. wc: 924 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Long locks grazing your face, there was nothing but him and you that night… Both have said “yes, I do”. Both have decided to start a new journey, piracy would not suffice by itself if there wasn’t a person with whom share the One Piece with. The wedding had been amazing. You all drunk, partied, ate, and had fun.

Hawkins slowly peeled you off your white dress, with delicacy and love. Something like a wedding dress should be kept safe, but your skin is what mattered to him the most.

His permanent serious frown had been replaced by soften eyes, adoring, praising, your special lingerie. The finest white lace, a sexy second skin Basil is dying to rip too.

A sweet love, but still so passionate you couldn’t wait no more. His lips reached for yours, impertinently. And melted in one lustful kiss, you slowly walked back until your shins hit the bed.

Him and you fell to the mattress, where rose petals abounded. Your husband took your arms over your head, kissing after your exposed neck. In a delicate motion, he also plastered the pleasing pain of little bites.

“I love you, my wife…” he murmured, tickling your chest with his blonde wavy locks. “I love you, my husband…” you purred, caressing his cheek with loving and protective touch.

Though having made love uncountable times, that time felt absolutely different. The ring adorning your fingers shone the brightest with the warm dancing lights of a thousand candles in that room. And the sound of the waves crashing on the shore so close to your love nest mixed perfectly well with desperate panting.

Hawkins kisses travelled the mountains of your breasts and the holly valley in between them. Down, down he reached your belly button where he stayed long enough to whispers how much he was dreaming of listening to a new heartbeat inside you.

“Soon, my love…” you murmured, trying to hold tears. It wasn’t necessarily urgent nor a reality, but how could speak louder about his love than wanting to bring new life with you?

The magician that enchanted your heart, with whom he only could let his guard down, kept lowering his kisses until your mound of Venus… he made you tremble with just breathing closely to your sex.

Slow pecks over the lace of your panties, that soon turned more and more see through… your wetness was taking over all of it. But as much as he loved how the lingerie looked on your beloved anatomy, he still preferred the natural taste of your skin.

Taking all of his time, Basil pulled your coverings down. Slowly, enjoying the graze of his hands from your hip bones to the bridge of your feet, he undressed you completely.

A kiss in your inner thigh, a bite then. You flinched, smiling. A kiss on your entrance, then the tip of his tongue on your labia. You moaned, louder this time. And from the tip to his whole mouth, devouring you so deliciously, with taste buds rejoicing on the ambrosial taste of your intimacy.

Your hands reached for his hair, grabbing a fist full of it and pulling it along with your arching back, the more he indulge in your sex.

Several times you whined his name loudly and so lustfully, and perhaps bad words you couldn’t quite remember abandoned your lips too.

Basil, whose heart he could swear was about to jump from his chest, smiled the more you quivered and tried to close your legs trapping his face in between them. If the chances of surviving to such deadly pleasure, were no more than 1%, he would have taken them without a doubt.

And the closer you were getting to climax, the more you pleaded for him to kiss your lips. You wanted him, once and for all, inside you. So deep, and for the rest of the night…

“Come here, come here please” you begged.

Basil stopped; he couldn’t say no to his magical wife’s desires.

“But my love… you haven’t finished, yet” he murmured, still touching your sex but crawling on top of you.

“I only want to finish if I have you inside of me tonight, Basil…” you said, causing that man to shake. None of his predictions could have told him how magical your wedding night had turned…

He sighed, in pure need, in pure desire. And your toes helped his black trousers to slide down his legs. Your hands, to unbutton his ruffled white shirt.

Many were the scars his battles had left on his chest, and you loved each and every single one of them. And while you waited for him to finally bury in you, you traced those scars with the tip of your index finger.

He got greedy, though, and didn’t immediately penetrate you. He played with the wetness of your femininity, mixing the sprouting honeys one with the other’s.

You were burning; he was already moaning without even going deep into you. And your heels carved on the small of his back, because you couldn’t wait no more.

“Please…” “Yes, my magic star…”

Slowly, steadily, securely, and lovingly, he let himself slide in. Both moaning at the first sensation of the intrusion. Your walls spasming, milking, getting tight around him. Him throbbing, getting harder, pushing against the pressure of your womb.

And maybe, just maybe and for the first time… his eyes filled with tears, of joy, of love… because that night had been the first of the rest of your lives living them as one… 💖

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[sleepingdeath-light]

my darling ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (03/02/22)

word count ; 924

content ; praise kink, body worship, suggestive material (foreplay but no sex)

fandom ; black butler

pairing ; joker x female reader

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‘I must be the luckiest lass in Britain,’ you cooed, allowing your fingertips to trace the length of his features, ‘to have such a beautiful husband.’

‘Well, love,’ he began, never one to just accept a compliment, ‘I’d have to disagree. Ya aren’t lucky to be stuck with something like me — a circus clown with blood on ‘is hands — but I’m surely the luckiest man alive to have landed a beauty like you…’

That made you frown slightly and you sat up straight, hips straddling his own as you spoke to refute him. Your touch gentle as ever as you caressed and adored every feature you mentioned, not stopping until he was red in the face and at a loss for words.

‘Now, my dear, ya may not be able to see it from your angle. But let’s try and see it from mine, yeah?’ You tilted your head playfully and he rolled his eyes in return, nonetheless letting you do what you wanted.

‘Your hair is the most stunning shade of red,’ you breathed, carding your fingers gently through his fringe and delicately working out each knot that you caught against, ‘the same colour that defines the start of the prettiest summer mornings and that ends the most exciting summer evenings. The sun could learn a thing or two about red from you, I reckon.’

Then you moved lower, pressing a brief kiss to each of his eyelids. ‘Purple is my favourite colour ‘cos of you, y’know? Those twin beauts in there are the talk of every town we visit and I’ve had to fight of a good few ladies who were talking a bit too fondly about ‘em. Called ‘em amethysts — but I can positively say that those gemstones can’t possibly shine anywhere near as bright as your eyes can, so they can’t even hope to hold a candle to you.’

Next you traced the smattering of freckles that were dotted about his nose and cheeks, grinning widely at the way his skin warmed under your feather light touch. ‘And don’t even get me started on these pretty little things; dotted on the white of your cheeks like stars in the sky. Could map out a new set of constellations on ‘em, finding the patterns and that, since that’s what you do with natural beauty. ‘Least that’s what rich folk say.’

Noticing him about to protest, you quickly ducked down and pressed a brief yet passionate kiss against his lips. Pulling back a hair’s breadth to whisper your next piece of praise.

‘And these pretty, soft lips of yours are the best. They turn into the most handsome smiles and fit just perfect on your face — and don’t get me started on how good they feel on my body, cos then we’d be here for a week.’

After that you paused for just a moment before you reached up and interlocked your fingers with those of his prosthetic. Not missing the way his eyes teared up when he looked over and saw it, as you continued, shuffling down just so as you brought your lips to the underside of his jaw.

‘You’re a beautiful, amazing man, even if you can’t see it yet. I don’t care if it takes you one year or a hundred to realise how wonderful you are, I’ll stick with you through it all. But tonight, please just let me show you how much I love you,’

And the shaky smile and nod he gave was all the response you needed to go ahead and start worshipping him.

To work your way down his body with soft kisses and softer touches until he, even if just for a moment, saw himself through your eyes. You started with his throat, licking and kissing your way down over his Adam’s apple and pressing a particularly wet kiss to his pulse point and smiling against his pale skin when you felt it jump beneath your lips. Then you moved down to his chest, paying equal attention to both sides as you alternated between the two — using your hand to play and roll and lightly pinch at one nipple whilst taking the other one into your mouth to lick and suck and gently bite before switching over to ensure that both got the same amount of attention. Finally was his soft stomach, which you delighted in kissing along and feeling it jump and tense with every breath and caught giggle whenever you’d brush up against a particularly ticklish spot.

Though when you reached the start of his happy trail, you paused. Feeling his hard cock straining against your chest as you rested between his legs, and oh so tempted to swallow him whole, but still taking that moment to stop and look up at him: taking in his hooded and dilated eyes, admiring the mess that his hair had become, drawing your gaze to his perfectly parted lips as he whimpered and gasped and panted under your attentions. Then you reached up and took his hands, one by one, to your lips and pressed a passionate kiss against each palm — first his flesh hand and then his prosthetic — before smiling up at him and speaking.

‘I love you so much,’

And whilst he didn’t need to say it (you could tell from his smile and his watery eyes), your husband still reached out and pulled you up into a kiss as he repeated his response over and over again against your grinning lips.

‘I love you, I love you, I love you,’

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[hyunjincode]

this isn’t goodbye

jeongin x fem reader non idol

[jeongin moves away for college.]

word count: 924

warnings: angst, fluff, kissing, mention of food?

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“y/n, there’s a few more boxes left in my room, do u mind bringing them downstairs while i go load the car” jeongin spoke, smiling at you. “yeah, of course” you said smiling back at him. in reality, you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces.

your best friend you’d known since preschool, was leaving for college. you wait for him to go outside before walk up the stairs. you slowly open the door to his room, looking to the left, seeing 3 boxes stacked up on each other. you grab one as you push the door open with your foot. you carefully put it next to the door steps, turning to walk back upstairs, you fight back the tears you’ve been holding in since last week. it hits you suddenly, that this would be one of the last times you see him before he’d leave.

you had never been more than 10 minutes away from each other. it hurts more than anything, knowing that you’d soon be hours away from him. you look out the window seeing him close the car trunk. you hear foot steps coming up the stairs, you quickly wipe the tears forming at the edge of your eyes. you felt a hand on your shoulder “everything.. okay?” jeongin asked concerned. you laugh. “yeah, i just got dust in one of my eyes” knowing damn well your were just about to start crying.

“i have something for you. he pulls a small note from his pocket. “i kept your note” he puts it in your hand.

dear jeongin, i want to get this off my chest, and no i did not eat your candy. i like you. i like you alot. i know that you are my best friend, but i needed to get this off my chest. please don’t look at me. -y/n

you looked at him in shock at the stupid little note you had written. he had kept your confession letter from middle school. he takes your hand in his. “i’ve always loved you” he speaks softly. you looked at him trying to process what he had said. you feel the tears forming in your eyes once again. jeongin was your first love.

you were so nervous that day worrying that it would ruin your friendship. he slowly brings you into his chest, rubbing your back. you start sobbing. he held you like your were the most fragile thing in the world. he was like your shield. you felt safe with him. he held you for as long as you needed.

you and jeongin weren’t necessarily good at expressing your feelings towards each other, but you both truly cared for one another more than anything. he was your comfort person, the only person who understood you, made you laugh, feel warm, he was always there for you when no one was. “why are you leaving me” you whimper.

he holds you tighter, giving you room to let out all your emotions. “i need you to carry on” you sniffle. looking up at him worried, hearing his voice trembling, tears spilling out of his eyes. jeongin was never the type to cry, especially in front of you. “y/n” he softly spoke, wiping the wetness on your cheeks.

“i’ve always liked you. i feared that you would never speak to me if i were to tell you.” you look at him not being able to hold it in anymore. you press your lips onto his. his soft lips moving with yours. a tear falls from the corner of your eye. he rubs your cheeks. he holds your waist, bringing you closer to his body. his soft fingers moving down your back.

you felt like your were about to collapse. the butterflies in your stomach had taken over. you had dreamt about this exact moment your whole life. after sometime you let go, both taking a deep breath. you notice his ears turning red, you laugh “you don’t know how long i have been wanting to do that”.

you bury your face into his chest not being able to process what you had done. you had no idea how you mange to do something like that. he puts both his hands on either side of your checks, lifting your face up to look at him.

“i have been wanting to do that even more” he smiles at you. “i love you” he says softly. “i love you too” he pulls you into another warm hug, leaning your head on his chest. you feel his heart beat, beating to the rhythm of yours. you jump at the sound of jeongin’s friends car horn, signalling that he had to go.

you look at him. the corners of your mouth drooping. he holds your hand. you walk downstairs, he opens the door for you will you wait for him to close it behind him. you both walk up to the car, waving at felix. jeongin turn to go face him. he looks at you fondly before giving you one last kiss. 

he tucks your hair behind your ears “promise to text me” you feel the sensation in your throat. “promise”. he hops into the car, waving at you as the car backs up. he rolls his window down.

“miss you already” you laugh at his cheesiness. “miss you more” it was like you fell in love with him over again. you wave at him, waiting for the car to disappear. you get a text from your phone.

jeonginnn🍞: go inside, make sure not catch a cold while im gone.

you knew this wasn’t goodbye.

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[insanelydeadlybookcollector]

924 The One In Barbados

Look around that room! There are clothes everywhere! Monica - unless distracted - would never stand for that nine seasons ago - both growth and indication of a great night. This further proves Monica was just crawling back into bed. There are clothes everywhere. If she had shucked off everything like the clothes strewn around the room suggest, she would have put them away when she got out her pyjamas. It seems she's just gotten up to use the loo, realised she was cold and shoved on the closest pieces or something she left out now that she remembers it. Chandler does not get up. He is not dressed.

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[breakbeatbun]

my turn what do you drive and whats your dream car rn 👁️

ehehe i drive a shitty little E30, 5 speed coupe, had it for i think 5 years now? bought it from a couple dudes who'd painted the whole thing matte black, ripped the carpet up, the hood latch lever broke so it had big gaudy chrome hood pins for some reason, the diff was welded, i think there was an extinguisher mount somewhere? one of my seats has an armrest that is absolutely not stock, but the seats also don't match the rest of the interior

had to do the clutch back in feb bc it stranded me a couple times, done two head gaskets because i did it wrong the first time, stuck some carpet in it haphazardly to cover the floor, H&R springs & koni shocks lowering kit, cheapass drag wheels from discount bc i like LM wheels lmao, tucked the bumpers real shitty.. it's, suuuuch a piece of shit & i never should've bought it but i wanted a project car so bad when i was 20 and i'm stuck w/ it now, but it's been reliable as hell after all the stuff i've done for it and i love it to death

their name is flea 😋 say hi

dream car? a cleaner E30 chassis i have so many rust holes don't ask me about the floor underneath my pedals LMAO OR.. i just really like old 911s, can't be specific on what year or spec or body type because i don't know them all that well i just really like the way they look, OR, i saw a... 924 while i was out & about today? that i'd love to snatch up, they're so weird lookin

[the-not-so-dark-age]

A Story in Three Acts : Wano Country Arc

"The Wano Country Saga (ワノ国編) is the fourth saga of the second half of the anime and the manga series, One Piece, and is the tenth and penultimate saga overall.

With 148 chapters, it is the longest saga so far"

2018 ->

• Act 1 ; Welcome to Wano

From chapter 909...

...to chapter 924

• Act 2 ; Preparations for Battle

From chapter 925...

...to chapter 955

• Act 3 ; Dawn After a Long Night

From chapter 958

...to chapter 1057

-> 2022

Goodbye to the land of samurai!

#wano arc #one piece #one piece 1057 #opspoilers #i cant believe it's over for real...i wanted to see the end so much but i already miss this endless and beautiful arc #my post #imo best saga along with alabasta and enies lobby

[mulberrysilk]

I’m continuing one piece again :> I stopped at episode 924 and I wanna catch up. Ahhhh I’m reminded of how much I love these characters ;-; 💕

#momo;txt

[fumpkins]

No music training? No problem: Even novices intuit complex music theory | Science

Your co-worker’s annoying humming may be more virtuosic than you think. People without musical training naturally improvise melodies that have hallmarks of tunes composed by professionals, a new study shows. It seems that most individuals follow the arcane rules of music composition, even those who are unaware those rules exist.

“It’s cool,” says Samuel Mehr, an expert on the psychology of music at Yale University who was not involved in the work. The study offers an “elegant” way to test people’s musical abilities. “It definitely feels like a real phenomenon, not some kind of contrived thing that a bunch of psychologists made up in the lab.”

The study concerns a musical concept known as tonality—the fact that songs almost always use a subset of all the pitches a voice or instrument can produce. For example, a standard piano has 88 keys, but the typical piano piece tickles just a fraction of them. If you play a piano’s keys one by one from left to right, the notes will climb steadily in pitch until the 13th note sounds just the same as the first note, only higher. This defines an octave.

Melodies usually stick to the same four to seven pitches in each octave that are called the scale notes. That is why, in the classic movie musical The Sound of Music, the von Trapp children learn just the seven notes “Do Re Me Fa So La Ti Do” of the most common type of scale in Western music. Out-of-scale pitches can sound jarring, but musicians sprinkle such “accidentals” into tunes to add elements of tension, color, and surprise (such as the middle syllable of “Maria” in this song from West Side Story). One note in the scale, the tonic, acts as the central pitch, which often starts and ends a song.

Tonality appears in music across diverse genres and cultures, though the scales differ greatly between, say, Indian classical and American folk. In part because of this ubiquity, some researchers suspect tonality might be an evolved human trait, which helps our brains perceive, remember, and create music. But it remains unclear how—or how well—average people understand tonal rules.

In studies investigating this question, participants typically evaluate or choose a final note for an existing melody—like filling in a sentence’s missing word on a language exam. Most folks ace the tonality test, but they may just be completing a familiar sequence of pitches heard repeatedly during the experiment or everyday life.

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For a better measure of tonal proclivities, Michael Weiss and Isabelle Peretz, psychologists at the University of Montreal, developed a test akin to writing grammatically correct sentences from scratch (listen above). In soundproof booths equipped with headphones and microphones, participants improvised melodies, crooning only “da,” in response to prompts such as instructions to sing a lullaby, a dance, a sad song, etc.

The researchers weren’t sure subjects would want to perform the task. “It’s kind of an intimidating thing,” Weiss says. But, “Once we got people singing, they were quite happy to continue.” The jams typically ran 20 seconds with 30 notes, and some had to be cut short, Weiss recalls. “They would just continue improvising for minutes without some intervention.” One participant enjoyed the experiment so much, she enrolled in singing lessons.

The researchers captured 924 recordings from 33 residents of Quebec, including 18 participants with congenital amusia—commonly known as tone deafness. In the most prevalent form of this condition, which is estimated to affect 1.5% to 4% of the population, individuals struggle to perceive and produce pitch. But typical and amusic brains show similar electrical responses to out-of-scale notes. And, through her decades of research, Peretz has observed amusic individuals sing melodies that sounded tonal to her, even as they failed to distinguish pitches themselves.

In the current study, Peretz and Weiss created an algorithm with which a computer matched the improvs to the closest scale from Western music. For seven of the 18 amusics and 13 of the 15 controls, the participants’ songs kept to these scales better than sequences of random notes did. About the same number of participants ended their melodies on tonics more often than chance. Collectively, the musically neurotypical group fared better, but a few amusics outperformed controls, the team concluded last month in Scientific Reports. These amusic individuals “are singing in a way that adheres to a tonal system, even if they’re having difficulty perceiving that,” Weiss says. One amusic and several controls scored higher than a professional baritone with 11 years of formal training. 

The study supports psychologists’ current understanding of how brains make music, according to Kathleen Corrigall, a cognitive scientist at MacEwan University. People, including individuals with amusia, develop implicit knowledge of music rules, and are often unaware that they hold this knowledge. “The findings didn’t surprise me,” she says, but the study’s use of sung improvisation “struck me as a pretty creative, novel way to measure” implicit knowledge about tonality and other music rules.

Psychologist Erin Hannon, who leads a music cognition laboratory at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, also praised the improv approach. “I’m a big fan of any method that can be used with a whole bunch of different kinds of people, and you don’t need people with particular skills in order to do it,” Hannon says. The easy-to-run experiment and new algorithm could be used to compare tonality across different age groups and cultures, or even among different creatures. Such a tool could help scientists uncover the aspects of musicmaking shared by all humans and unique to our species. So, go ahead, sing us a song whether you’re the piano man or the plumber.

  New post published on: https://livescience.tech/2022/08/13/no-music-training-no-problem-even-novices-intuit-complex-music-theory-science/

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[thatdammchickennugget]

Premonition - Chapter Six

The Gentle Giant

pairing - george weasley x original female character

warnings - mention of death

wordcount - 924

set - july 19th, 1981

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Hagrid found the children in their hospital room. Elliana was lying curled up in her bed, not even looking up at the giant man entering the room. Her brother was sitting beside her, playing with the girl’s hair. Dominic caught Hagrid’s eyes the second he stepped through the door, his gaze following him as he grabbed a chair from the corner.

Hagrid pulled the chair closer to the bed, carefully testing if it would hold his weight before sitting down on it. He pulled the bag he had been carrying under his arm onto his lap and looked up at the children.

“Hello there. I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Hagrid. I work at Hogwarts, and I was friends with your parents,” he started talking, leaning forward a bit, trying to catch the girl’s eyes. The boy shifted in front of her slightly and Hagrid backed off.

“We were able to safe some of your things from the house. Most of it is already at your uncle’s place, but there are some things I wanted to give to you myself,” Hagrid said openening the bag, noticing the girl perk up a little, opening her eyes and sneakily glancing at the bag. He pulled out two thick books, putting them on the bed next to the kids. “Those are the photo albums that didn’t get destroyed. And I also found this little guy.”

Hagrid pulled out the small red and yellow dragon, the stuffed animal having been cleaned off the soot and smoke and reached out to offer it to the girl. Ellie finally sat up, looking at her brother to make sure it was okay. Dominic sent her a nod and she snatched the dragon out of Hagrid’s hand, holding it tightly to her chest and burying her face in the soft material.

“Does he have a name?” the giant asked the girl, and she scrunched up her eyebrows.

“She’s not a boy, she’s a girl! And her name is Snarky.”

Hagrid noticed her brother easing up a little, tilting his head to try and catch a glimpse into the bag.

“That’s a very nice name,” the giant told her, and she nodded.

“I know.” she paused, pushing some of her dark waves behind her ears, then looked back up into his eyes. “Thank you for saving her.” Hagrid sent her a smile.

“There are two more things.” He reached back into the bag, pulling out two items, wrapped in a handkerchief. He put it on the bed and opened up the package, revealing a necklace and a compass. “Those were your parent’s. I know they would want you two to have them.” The children looked at the items in awe, recognizing them immediately.

Hagrid first reached for the compass, holding it out for the boy. The compass was golden, opening it up revealing the dark blue inside, covered in specks of gold, resembling stars. It was odd though, instead of one needle pointing out the direction, there were two. The first one, a tiny ‘D’ engraved into it, was pointing at Dominic himself. The second one was pointing right to his sister, engraved with an ‘E’.

“This was your father’s.” Dominic gently took it out of the giant’s hand, inspecting it closer.

“And this was your mother’s.” Hagrid went on to grab the necklace, giving it to the girl. She held it up to her face, not needing to inspect it further, having seen it on her mother every day. It was a golden chain, with a small golden moon charm. The only odd thing about the necklace were the two little hooks attached to the inside of the moon, but Ellie knew they were there to attach the sun charm that used to hang around her aunt Lily’s neck.

The girl carefully put the necklace in her pocket, before climbing to the edge of the bed and throwing herself on the man in front of her. Hagrid was surprised when Ellie slung her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, but he hugged her back, happy to bring the two children at least a tiny piece of comfort.

The hug was interrupted by someone clearing his throat behind him. Ambrosio Vidal was standing in the doorway, looking impatient. The children had not seen their uncle in almost a year, but he still looked just as cold as the last time they saw him. His dark hair was combed neatly, his beard trimmed perfectly, and his clothes did not have a single wrinkle in them.

He looked at the boy, still holding the compass in his hands. “Get your sister ready. We are leaving in five minutes.”

Dominic mentioned for his sister to put on her shoes and put the compass into his pocket. They were ready to go in under a minute, not having many belongings with them, and said their goodbyes to Hagrid. The half-giant was still sitting in the chair, watching the children closely.

The children walked to the door, Ellie reaching to take her uncle’s hand. The moment her hand touched his, she jumped back, letting out a pained gasp. Hagrid jumped from the chair, but her brother was already by her side asking if she was okay. She said she was fine, blaming her uncle’s cold hands for her odd behavior and took a hold of her brother’s hand instead.

Both kids sent him a wave and a small smile as they left the room, leaving a skeptical Hagrid behind.

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