Bag Of Tricks Pt 2 | Bang Chan (m)

War of Hearts

Pairing: The Darkling x Shadow Summoner Reader

Summary: Aleksander promised you eternity with him. Alina Starkov took that from you both. Now you’re going to finish what your lover started.

Warnings: character death, blood, reader is wounded both physically and emotionally.

Word Count: 2.2K

Series Masterlist

A/N: I’ve only watched the Netflix series. I have a rough idea of what happens in the books but I’ve only just started reading Shadow and Bone. I’ve also added some plot that definitely doesn’t actually exist in the Grishaverse.

My Masterlist

When you were young, you were afraid of the dark. You were afraid of the affinity you had for the shadows. You only stopped being afraid when you met Aleksander. He was the only person who ever looked at your power as if it were a gift. As if you were a gift.

You’re reminded of your fear of the dark when you jump off the sand skiff. Alina’s tracker friend had barrelled into Aleksander, knocking them both onto the sand below. The volcra were descending, and you panicked, jumping after Aleksander without a second thought.

“Aleksander!” You scream out for him. Your breaths are ragged as you search for him. The glow of Alina’s light fades, leaving you alone in the dark as they escape. But you don’t care. You need to find Aleksander. You scream out his name again. The cries of the volcra are the only answer you receive. Claws latch into your shoulder as one of them swoops down upon you. You press your palms together, summoning the Cut. There’s a vicious whimper of pain as your Cut meets it’s mark, and you’re released. You collapse to the floor, feeling the sand rub coarsely against your face. The pain in your shoulder flares, and you feel the warmth of blood rushing down your ripped flesh. The volcra may be blind, but they can smell blood, and they can certainly sense the shadows you summoned with the Cut. You know it’s only a matter of time before they find you. But you need Aleksander. He can’t have gone far. Where is he? Where is he? You spin around, launching another Cut at a descending volcra. You follow the ridges in the sand, the trail left by the sand skiff. Another volcra swarms you suddenly. It’s claws tear into your chest, catching your lower jaw and some of your throat. A scream is ripped from your throat as you feel the claws scrape against your collarbone, the sensation thundering in your skull. You summon another Cut, slicing the creature in half. You collapse again. You crawl your way through the sand, leaving a trail of crimson red behind you. A series of violent coughs wrack through your body and you feel your lungs shudder. It’s then that you cry out the words. The ones Aleksander made you promise to use. The ones that would summon the merzost to heal even the most fatal wounds. The ones he had murmured into the crook of your neck on an early morning, when he held onto you tightly, and vowed never to lose you. You had agreed to use merzost as a last resort. But in the warmth of your shared bed, in the safety of Aleksander’s arms, you hadn’t truly ever considered using the words. It’s a stark contrast with your current situation, the copper taste of blood against your tongue, the rattle of your lungs, and the ache in your chest that makes your legs shake. Once you reach the edge of the Fold, and finally emerge into the sunlight, your blood is stained black with merzost. You stumble, eyes searching wildly for the sight of Aleksander as you blink away the dizziness caused by such a sudden increase in light.

You had waited for him. Taking shelter under a tree at the edge of the sand that borders the Fold, you sat staring into the darkness. You sat there for nearly an entire day, the merzost working it’s way through your veins, sealing your wounds. And you waited. You didn’t want to leave him alone in the dark.

You hadn’t feared the dark with Aleksander by your side. When the two of you bent the shadows around one another, engulfing a room into darkness, you had never been afraid to lose sight of the light. Because who needed light when you had your love standing right in front of you?

It’s Fedoyr who finds you there. The Grisha at the Kribirsk encampment knew something was wrong the moment the Fold remained standing. After the first nightfall they sent out search parties to look for any trace of the sand skiff. As soon as Fedoyr lays eyes on you, he knows.

“I’m so sorry.” Ivan had gone over the side after Aleksander. By the time you had gotten to the floor of the Fold he was nowhere in sight.

“What happened?” He asks, his voice strained with grief, and anger, and everything that’s currently swirling in your own heart.

“The Sun Summoner betrayed us.” You tell him, the story that you will establish as the truth to all of Ravka. That Alina Starkov is a traitor.

You carry on with Aleksander’s plan. The two of you worked too long, and too hard for you to give up. You hold a funeral service for General Kirigan. It’s public, and full of court members who used to sneer and gossip at him, the nobility that hunted Grisha for sport centuries ago. He would have hated it. The Church establishes his status as a Saint - the Starless Saint. You believe he would have approved of that at least.

The Little Palace has a memorial. Every Grisha seems to mourn him in some way. The mixture of keftas, usually such a welcome sight, seems too much colour for your grieving heart. Aleksander made the Little Palace a safe space for Grisha. Now it is up to you to make all of Ravka safe for them. You know they will all look to you now. You will not let them down. You will protect them all.

You hold your own private service. For your Aleksander. It’s early morning, the fog still heavy as you walk to his fountain alone. The memories follow you. You clear the moss and weeds from the stone. Tracing your fingers along the carvings, the memorial of his greatest feat - that was also his undoing - you stare down at your reflection in the water.

“I love you.” You whisper to the water, the words muffled by the sob that threatens to overwhelm you.

The King dies, the country mourns. An alliance is formed with the Apparat.

You are crowned. Long live Ravka’s new sovereign.

It’s little under a year after Aleksander’s death, when Alina decides to return. You had put a bounty on her head, and public opinion certainly wasn’t on the side of the Grisha’s beloved General’s murderer. The last few months must have been difficult for her. But something seems to have encouraged her to return. She must believe she can best you.

“You took everything from me.” You snarl at her. “It’s only fair that I do the same to you. But not until you finish Aleksander’s work.” Her eyes narrow in defiance as you sit on your throne. “Help me weaponise the Fold,” you tighten the shadows against the boy’s throat. “And I will spare him.” Alina attempts to drive your shadows away from Mal, her light has strengthened from the last time you saw her. She must have found some other form of amplifier - interesting. You’ll have to look into that once the Fold is under your control.

“Aleksander lied to you. To us both.” A white hot streak of anger flows through you, causing the shadows around you to darken. How dare she say his name. You laugh coldly,

“Naive, little girl.” You frown in fake sympathy. “He lied to you. Not me. He promised me eternity by his side. An eternity that you took from us.” She tries to drive your shadows away from her, a shimmering globe of light flickering around her. She stares up at you, her eyes wide with fear.

“How are you doing this?” She asks, straining to keep her light. “You were his second, how are you this powerful?” A small smile traces your features, but there’s no joy in your expression - only a glimmer of malicious triumph.

“Your tracker friend. He told you he found the stag. However, he failed to mention he’d been tracking a herd.”

“No,” Alina breathes out in a whisper of horror. Your smile twists into something even more wicked.

You release the silver clasp of the cloak covering your shoulders - one of Aleksander’s cloaks. The fabric falls to the floor, pooling at your feet like one of your shadows. Alina’s light falters, finally flickering out as she takes in the sight of you. Three pairs of antlers, carved into your collarbone by your Fabrikators. You pull your shoulders back, displaying the amplifiers in defiance against the ache they cause you. You can feel a small trickle of blood run down your arm but you’ve become used to it. Like how you’ve become used to the weight of them, the heaviness that now accompanies every breath you take. Despite all the work your Healers have done, nothing prevents the small tears the antlers bring to your skin with every movement. Your blood is no longer the mortal red it once was. A tiny part of you believes that merzost is the only thing that is keeping your heart beating. That and the sheer power of the amplifiers. “With your power I will bend the Fold to my will. I will cut off Fjerda and Shu Han from the rest of the world, and they will live in fear of me as Grisha have feared them for centuries. I will make Ravka a sanctuary for our people.” She pulls her eyes from you to look pleadingly at the boy you have almost consumed in shadows. Almost how you lost Aleksander to the shadows.

“Let Mal go.” She insists, tears in her eyes. “And I’ll come with you to the Fold.” You stare hard at her, almost baffled at her belief that she is in a position to demand things of you. She shifts nervously under your gaze. You gesture to the Oprichniki posted by the side door who disappear at your silent request.

“We are not going to the Fold.”

“What?” She frowns, her voice small, and her eyes frantic as she watches you. You stand from your throne and take a step towards her.

“You are going to give me your power, unconditionally. Then I shall go to the Fold and finish what my Aleksander started.”

“That’s not possible.” You nearly scoff at her insistence.

“You spent four months at the Little Palace. You are frighteningly unaware of what is possible.” You had spent night after night in the library at the Little Palace. The place that had once been your safe haven, now blighted by the hours of obsession, fuelled by your grief and desire to ruin Alina as she had ruined you. She had been Aleksander’s last hope, and now - in some twisted trick of fate - she was also yours. But you have learnt from the mistakes of your lover. “The bones of Morozova’s stag are now fused with your own. You are now an amplifier yourself, and have the ability to gift your power to anyone you deem worthy.” You manifest the Cut, pressing the blade against Mal’s throat. Holding the Cut steady with one hand, you reach out to Alina with the other.

“Stop it.” Alina cries out.

“Then give it to me.” She falters, panic overwhelming her. She shakes her head, staring at the trickle of red tracing its way down Mal’s neck. “I can wait Alina. You know we can both stand here forever. Mal, here, he isn’t as fortunate.” You both hear him struggle to gasp out her name. Alina squeezes her eyes shut, her tears spilling out over her cheeks as she grasps onto your outstretched hand.

Aleksander had told what it felt like to have control of Alina’s power. You had seen the look on his face when he first used her light. The glow around you both was nothing compared to the glow of victory in his eyes - that after so many years, the two of you had taken a step in the right direction. But you had also seen past the triumph. You had seen the elation of the small boy who he had once been, the one who was afraid of the dark and the cold, as he finally felt the warmth of the sun.

Now that power was yours to command.

Alina releases her hold on you as she feels the last of her power leave her. She falls to the floor, her skin pale, a pained look on her face. You don’t give her much attention. You have everything you need now. With a flick of your wrist, your shadows loosen their hold on Mal and he collapses to the floor. The two of them struggle to reach each other, their fingers brushing lightly as they pull themselves closer. You turn away from the sight, both sickened at their display of affection and wounded at the reminder of how alone you are now. There is no one left. It’s all down to you. You pick up Aleksander’s cloak, draping it over your shoulders in an attempt at some form of comfort. Alina and Mal are still on the floor as you breeze past them. “Sankta Alina. I do hope you enjoy the insignificant little life you’ve chosen. Once I gain control of the Fold, no one will even remember your name.”

“Is this what you wanted? To be worshiped?”

“No.” You reply quietly. “I wanted a life with the man I love. We were going to change the world.” You push the doors open, revealing the courtyard and beyond that, the Fold towering in the distance. “I’ll leave the door open, so that you can watch the rebirth of Ravka.”

summary: you’re elvis’s childhood best friend, and he’s been in love with you for as long as he can remember. his mother and father keep trying to push him to finally make a move, what with you being the only girl that they would ever approve of their son going steady with. elvis, bashful and fearful of rejection, decides to keep his feelings to himself. . . well- that is until he can’t physically take it anymore.

pairings: elvis x fem!reader (this could be read as elvis or austin!elvis.)

warnings: this series contains heavily descriptive smut, cursing, and mild violence. please read the notes at the top of every chapter before reading. this is intended for mature readers only. mdni.

chapter index:

chapter one • my bestest girl - thanks to his mother’s meddling, elvis finds himself alone with you, unable to deny his feelings. you finally come to understand the extent of his love for you.

chapter two • wanna play house - after hearing the boy sing, a man named colonel tom parker offers up the opportunity for your boyfriend to tour alongside the fair. your happy to tag along with him, but find yourself in a dangerous situation. when a stranger gets too handsy, elvis finds it impossible to keep his temper in check.

chapter three • godspeed your love- after a show in arkansas, you and your beau are on the way back home to memphis. everything seems great- until it isn’t. when the cadillac suddenly bursts into flames you find yourself trapped. elvis, after being so close to losing you, decides that he’s done waiting around. he asks you a very important question.

chapter four • i’m evil - elvis finds himself at a crossroads; he can listen to the colonel or listen to his own heart. he decides to perform “trouble”, completely disregarding his manager’s call for a ‘new and improved’ elvis. his decision has consequences though, and you find yourself having to make a decision of your own. do you follow him to texas for basic training, or stay home to be with your family?

playlist:

elvis has a few records for you, and would feel awfully offended if he knew that you didn’t give em’ a listen.

moodboard:

give this a little look-see to get yourself into the elvis mood. i am constantly updating my boards, so make sure to check it after each update !

quarantine chronicles;

pairings: jaehyun, johnny, jungwoo, and jaemin (feat. mark lee) x fem!reader

word count: 28.5k (i am so sorry)

genre: smut & loads of sexual tension

summary: fourteen days, five roommates, and five remarkably high sex drives. what could go wrong?

notes: thank you to everyone who helped me with this fic!! this is the first part in a mini-series :) i hope you enjoy and p l e a s e leave feedback!

Day 1;

“Good morning!” You chirp as you walk into the living room. A low chorus of greetings echoes back at you as your roommates appear in your view, and you smile, walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge. You look around for your favorite yogurt and can’t seem to find it, whirling around to glare at the four males. “Alright, good morning is cancelled. Which one of you assholes ate my yogurts?” You huff, and they all freeze. Johnny and Jaemin, still on the couch, look at each other confused, while Jungwoo and Jaehyun sit at the kitchen island, a sheepish look on Jaehyun’s face as his hands disappear from view. You stomp over to the male and pull his hands up to see one holding a spoon and another holding your yogurt. “Jaehyun,” You complain, and he pouts deeply. 

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Cuff Burn ~ Bang Chan Smut

yo… this shit crazyyyy (long)// i didn’t know how to end it // the word fuck is used alot (edited to the best of my dumbass abilities) 

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Fandom: Stray Kids

Genre: Smut

Warning(s): female!reader (yikes my first female reader smut) // Christopher Bang in a cop suit // fuel for your sins // ft. Kun of WayV/NCT

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                 You didn’t mean to see it. You didn’t want the image going through your head the rest of the night, especially because it was Halloween and it was going to be a long one, and you definitely did not want to be heated like a fucking oven. You had just wanted to tell your roommate that you were going to run late to the party if he didn’t hurry up.

You didn’t mean to see it. But you had. 

Chan was styling his hair, pushing it back and running his fingers through it slowly. But that wasn’t what shocked you. It was the fact that he was shirtless, chest still glistening from the shower, with a pair of tight navy slacks on and a pair of handcuffs dangling from the loop. You sucked in a breath and inched away from the cracked door. Chan was dressing as a fucking cop. Out of all the possible costumes, he had chosen a cop. 

You pressed your back against the wall and took a deep breath.

It didn’t help that you were harboring the slightest bit of feelings for him. It only made everything so much hotter. It was like one of your wild fantasies coming true. Except, in reality, you knew that the night probably wouldn’t end the way you imagined. He’d probably end up going to some random persons house and sleeping with them instead, and you’d be stuck home alone, most likely trying to drink your problems away.

That’s how most party nights went. You didn’t think it’d be different just because it was Halloween. 

You looked down at you Stranger Things lifeguard costume, an actual excuse to wear swimwear because Johnny had a pool. And you were not going to pass up the opportunity to swim with Johnny Seo or his friends. You glanced back at Chan’s door. Then you huffed.

So what if Chan looked hot tonight? So what if you secretly just wanted to stay home and tell him to use the handcuffs on you? You knew there was a low chance of it actually happening, and if Chan got laid every single time there was a party, why couldn’t you? You smirked suddenly, fiddling with the whistle around your neck. 

It was your turn to get laid, and you didn’t care if it was with Chan or not. 

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Middle of the Night — Yugyeom

A/N: admin japchae back with another smut, this time with a yugyeom smut. I’ve been in a very yugyeom mood so this imagine became a thing. tbh I am super proud of this, and I hope you guys enjoy it bc it is a RIDE

Word Count: 3,585 words Content: kitchen counter sex, a little bit of dom!yugyeom, noona kink, a bit of orgasm denial, some fluff

Yugyeom knows you wake up at 2 AM every night to make yourself a cup of tea. He always wakes up to the sound of your footsteps and listens as you make your way to the kitchen. He has always been so sensitive to your presence ever since Jackson let you stay at the dorm until your new apartment gets set up. All the other members adapted to you quickly—treating you like a sister—but Yugyeom can never find a way to get used to you.

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You Were Always Mine

Prompt: I have a question, hopefully I’m not too much of a bother…If you’re not doing requests that’s fine, but if you are, Would you mind doing a reader/Adam Milligan smut where they’re best friends but he’s secretly in love with her? And she breaks up with her boyfriend and he comforts her which turns into possessive smut where he pretty much worships her? If you can, thank you so much!! You’re such a brilliant writer that I couldn’t resist asking!

Rating: Explicit/Mature Pairing: Adam/Reader Word Count: 1,576 Warnings: Possessiveness, slightly rough sex, cheating Author’s Note: Okay, so the Adam I wrote is Adam after he comes from the pit, hope that’s okay anon! Also, sorry it came out so late! To all my other readers: If you’ve requested a one shot from me and haven’t seen it yet don’t worry I’m going on a one shot posting spree and your request may be one of the ones posted:) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Things were different when Adam fell into the pit, you felt like your life shattered into pieces when you heard the news from Sam, Adam was your best friend the one who supported you and helped you through the rough patches in your life. Everyday you felt like you were just going through the motions until you met your recent boyfriend, Jackson. He helped to pull you out of the funk you were in and you couldn’t be more appreciative, you thought you would marry him and then it happened, he showed up at your apartment looking the same as he did years ago, maybe a little darker but it was him. It was your best friend.

“Adam?” You said in disbelief and didn’t wait for anything to be said before throwing yourself at him and wrapping your arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder. You don’t know how long the two of you stood there just hugging, him trying to help you calm down and you just clutching to him.

The few days after were consumed with the two of you talking, you could tell he was different but yet the same, the way he looked at you sometimes made you feel on edge especially after you told him about your boyfriend. The day they met was, well, you wouldn’t say a disaster but you also wouldn’t say it was perfect.

“What is wrong with you?” You ask grabbing Adam’s arm and pulling him into the kitchen.

“I don’t like him.” He stated simply and you looked confused.

“Why, all he’s done is help me.”

“You know you’re not the only girl he’s seeing, right?” He informed me

“What? How the hell would you know that?”

“I’m of the same gender, ____. Have you two had sex?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your –”

“Have you?!” He stopped your sentence and you felt compelled to answer him.

“No.”

“Then please believe me when I say he’s cheating on you.” You bit your lip and looked away from him.

“Leave.”

“Fine.” With one last look at you he walked out of the apartment and you regretted ever doubting him because just 3 days later you found Jackson cheating on you and it broke your heart. The very same day you called Adam, crying so hard you could hardly talk.

“You were right, I-I’m sorry, I should h-have listened to you.” You managed to get out.

“I’m on my way, okay.”

“Okay.” You could only squeak as you hung the phone up and balled yourself up on the couch, your tears still flowing. It didn’t take long for Adam to get to you and when he did he automatically took you into his arms, letting you cry while he stroked your hair and pressed kisses to your head.

All the while Adam is thinking of all the ways he could hurt Jackson, he was so caught in his thoughts that he didn’t hear you soft call of his name until the second time you said it.

“I’m going to kill him.” Were the first words out of his mouth.

“No, Adam, he’s not worth the extra energy.” Your tears had subsided and you were finally thinking clearly, if you weren’t you would have gladly agreed to it.

“Yeah he isn’t, he also isn’t worth your tears.” His green eyes looked down at yours.

“I’m sorry.” You spoke apologizing for kicking him out of the apartment and not believing him.

“You should be, I hope this taught you who you belong to.” That definitely wasn’t something Adam would have said before falling in the pit and you looked at him confused. What the hell did he mean by that?!

“Excuse me?” You raise an eyebrow and he smirks and an emotion that you’d never seen in his eyes before showed.

“You’re mine, you always have been and I think it’s about time you realized that.” The tone of his voice and the look he was giving you made a shiver go through you but of course it wasn’t from fear.

“And when did we establish this?" 

"The first day I met you, you were mine.” His grip on you tightened and the hand that was stroking your hair moments earlier now tangled in it. Your breathing hitched as his gaze lowered to your lips and you hoped he would kiss you, just the slightest touch of his lips would set you on fire, you knew.

“Damn it, Adam, kiss me!” You said forcefully.

“You never were patient.” He said before leaning in closer and your eyes closed as his lips pressed to yours firmly and you turned more to him clutching his shirt in your hands. His tongue touched your lip lightly and you opened your mouth for him to explore, you moaned as he maneuvered you and had you straddle him, he then proceeded to get up and your legs went around his waist.

“Where are we going.” You ask pulling back from the kiss.

“Bedroom of course, can’t do much on the couch can we?” The walk to your bedroom was a short one and he let you down on the bed gently. You let go of him and began to grab at his shirt but he took your hands of him and kissed them. You looked at him confused as he smiled down at you lightly.

“Slow down, I want to take my time with your body, I’ve been wanting this forever and I’m going to savor it.” He pecked your lips and then your cheek slowly moving down and sucking at your neck. Your hand came up to have your fingers run through his short hair, lovingly scratching his scalp as he basically growled in pleasure.

Your shirt came off first and your bra next, his hands massaged them feeling the weight in his palms before kissing the peaks lightly before taking a nipple into his mouth. You arched your back as he sucked and licked taking time on each breast before moving further down kissing between your breast and then stomach touching the curves of your body.

“I love you.” He spoke laying his head against you loving the softness of your skin and how cool and yet warm you felt. “You were the only person I could think about while I was in hell, I thought about getting back to you, how I would tell you how I felt, how I would make love to you, how I would make you mine.” His green eyes flashed up to look at you.

“But, then again, you always were mine.” He kissed lower until he got to the top of your jeans and helped you out of that and your panties, you laid there naked as he appraised your body and smothered you in kisses. His mouth kissed the inside of your thighs and a tingle went up your spine as he got closer and closer to your core. He kissed the top of your sex before his tongue touched your folds. Both of you closed your eyes in ecstasy and you sighed while he groaned loving the way you tasted.

Your legs hung over his shoulders as he continued his ministrations having you tip on the edge of release before he stopped, your breathing so hard you were almost at a pant. You looked down at him wondering why he had stopped, he only gave you a smirk before stripping before you and you took in his flawless body, you always knew Adam was nicely built but seeing him naked you now realized he was perfect. 

He came back over top you and kissed you fully, you smiled into it and your hands roamed over as much skin as you could reach taking in the planes and ridges, every muscle on his body.

“Take me, Adam, I’m yours.” You say and he groans hearing the words, he rubbed his cock between your moist lips before lining himself up and entering you slowly. You walls stretched as he filled you and you closed your eyes as he fit perfectly in you, completing you.

His first thrust had you both let out groans of pleasure, he went slow at first but as the minutes went by he sped up until he was pounding into you, having you cry out from how good he felt. You felt the heat in the pit of your stomach burn hot and you knew it wouldn’t go out until you were thrown over the edge.

“Fuck!” Adam groaned as you moved your hips to meet him.

“T-tell me who you belong to ____.” he panted

“You, Adam.” You whimpered out as his cock dragged over you g-spot.

“I didn’t hear you, who do you belong to?! He growled enunciating each word with his thrusts until you deliciously dived of the edge, screaming his name as your orgasm took you over. Your walls squeezing him so tight he had no choice but to cum as well with a yell, his seed shooting into you.

"I-I’m yours Adam, I belong to you.” You say breathlessly as you hug him close to your body loving the feel of his weight on you. He kissed you lazily before laying his head on your shoulder, his breath tickling your neck as you ran your fingers through your hair.

“And don’t forget that.” His deep voice said and all you could do was smile.

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Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, quarantine!au

Word count: 5262

Warnings: Given the situation, I think that “quarantine!au” is a warning itself but let me add something to that: mention of masks (just at the beginning). Reason for the quarantine not specified. Use protection, people (and I’m not only talking about masks).

Notes: Chan will only be called Christopher/Chris. I was listening to Quarantine by Middle Class Richkids and a specific part of the scenario basically just started developing in my mind. Big thank you to Izzy and Frah for the brainstorming and caps lock screaming when this was just a very small idea 😊💞💗

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Word Count: 3000+

Synopsis: It wasn’t uncommon for you to tease. It wasn’t uncommon for Harry to rage. One day, however, the combination of your two personalities clashed.

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