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this series of asking how Vox’s mouth works suddenly gained a plot 😭😭 noticed a theme during scripting so now I’m calling this ‘hunger’ au

here’s part 1 - discovering Vox doesn’t have a mouth

and here’s part 1.5 - Alastor taking notes

Here’s part 2! Read alt text for dialogue!

Next part will explain how Vox ended up there!

Part 2(2/?) ->

There's people who comment on my stories, disappear for months at a time, then comment when they catch up and I almost always remember their tagnames. It means the WORLD to me as a writer to have people who comment both regularly and irregularly on my stories/oneshots/moodboards.

When you guys go away for a few weeks or months... we notice! We hope you're okay and just taking a break, and when you come back rested and excited to read more stories, we're so happy to have you back.

So yes, please comment on stories even if it's once in a blue moon. You're not annoying, you're not overbearing for multiple comments or being super excited. You're helping fuel a writer to keep writing just to see what you have to say next about the next chapter! You're doing the Lord's work with your comments!

So I was working on that Jasper saving Guy from some creeps at his Strip Club job fic, but then I finally got around to watching episode 5 cause I'm also back from vacation, and then this fic just took over me the rest of the day. Finished it this morning at like 2am. Possessed again.

Anyway I hope you enjoy this second what-if senario fic.

What if Doris wasn't in the trunk of the car? How would things have played out. There was one important word I latched onto that Jasper had said... IF.

Thanks again to @lesbianguyanatole for proof reading!

XII. The scent of gentle spring rains have his limbs resting in easy pliance.

It’s a good scent. The best scent. The alpha’s scent—and the alpha’s voice, too, a low, bargaining croon vibrating steadily under his ear.

If he could hum he would. Kento is comfortable. So very comfortable; as if he cannot possibly belong elsewhere or exist for more than indulging in this one spot for the rest of his existance. He is more comfortable than he’s ever been in his entire life and he knows it surely and without a sole doubt as he lays here, slowly becoming aware of his prone positioning.

He never wants to be held by another ever again.

This is—this is—

The word dislodges in garbled notes from where it crawls up the back of his throat and then onto the seat of his tongue, flying off before it can tumble behind anymore of the sleep barring his way towards hazy consciousness.

Kento croaks. “Mate.”

people didn’t notice sirius black’s french accent the way they noticed marlene’s polish one.

they noticed him.

he made being from somewhere else look like a story worth telling.

marlene’s accent? it wasn’t a story.

it was a punchline.

art in the collage by: @olowkapdf cutegirlsart (on instagram)

@hpfemininomenonfest is an amazing fest dedicated to representing and uplifiting stories of female and genderqueer characters and i am so so excited that i was able to contribute with my writing, with my canva skills and with my time to moderate the collection ♥️