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    The Assistant

    you’re the company’s best—and Jude is very aware of this. but what happens when he finds himself yearning for you as more than someone who picks up his coffee?

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    SG

    sandlot grrrrrr

    you’re the only girl who plays at the Sandlot—resulting in all the boys being obsessed with you and doing their absolute hardest to impress you and win you over. they often get in big arguments over you. This is a dialogue-heavy story

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    common room naps

    Sleeping was a difficult task for you. Your boyfriend, Draco, knew this. So when you finally fell asleep on his shoulder in the common room, he was more than shocked. He tensed up, his hands curling around the back of his old leather-bound book. He read the same page over and over, unable to focus due to your breathing rustling his platinum blonde hair. But he didn’t mind—not really. He’d happily sit there and let you sleep for days, if that’s what it took.

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    beer and hot tubs

    Hanging out in the hot tub JJ bought for the group, all laughing and playing truth or dare with beer. All the boys have a crush on you.

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    jealousy, jealousy…

    Cedric had loved you for years, but after finally coming to terms you weren’t going to love him back, he fixed his sights on another girl who would love him equally. Now you find yourself paying more attention to the new couple than you should’ve.

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    distraught draco

    You hadn’t meant to stare at Draco in Great Hall. But your eyes followed his form as he suddenly rushed out, his chest rising and falling too quickly. You sprung up from the bench, quickly following him down the hall and into the bathroom, making sure to keep your footsteps quiet. He braced his hands against the white porcelain sink as his breath hitched and small sobs escaped him—a clear sign of a panic attack.

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    mud, sweat, and malfoy

    The match had been brutal. Rain slicked the pitch, mud spraying up with every sharp turn of a broomstick, but even the weather couldn’t disguise the truth—Slytherin was losing, and losing badly. The final whistle blew, echoing through the stands like a death knell, and the roar of Gryffindor’s victory nearly drowned out the groans of green and silver. Draco Malfoy hit the ground with a thud, ripping off his gloves as though they’d betrayed him. His pale hair, usually immaculate, clung damply to his forehead, and sweat streaked his jaw. His jaw was tight, his eyes blazing with frustration, and every movement screamed of humiliation barely contained. And then his gaze found you—the perfect outlet for his sharp anger.

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    The Sandlot— unpacking summer

    it’s move-in day for you and your family, and as you’re hauling boxes into the new house, you notice a boy with a Dodgers cap and a baseball mitt in his hand staring at you.

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    A/B/O— under a violet moon

    Omegaverse fic with Y/n as Omega and Cael Rowan as Alpha. World rules • Scenting, heats/ruts, mating bonds: Everyone has a unique scent that flares during strong emotion. Scenting—rubbing against another’s neck or wrist—is used for comfort, claim, or intimacy. Omegas experience cyclical heats: overwhelming, instinct-heavy periods often requiring a partner or suppressant medication. Alphas undergo ruts: driven, possessive states where control frays and instinct takes over. A mating bond forms through a bite at the scent glands. It’s permanent, linking emotion and instinct alike—revered as sacred, yet often weaponized for control. • Society structure: Packs rule most territories, with Alphas as protectors and Betas forming the social majority. Omegas are seen as the heart of a pack but are forced to register “for safety,” which is really state surveillance. Suppressants are expensive and restricted, spawning black-market trade. Rival packs clash over land and resources, and lone Omegas are at constant risk of being claimed or detained. • The Moon-Touched: Centuries ago, before the Registry and its laws, certain wolves were born under a triple-full moon—marked by violet eyes and white ears and tails that shimmer beneath moonlight. They were called the Moon-Touched, the Vale Line, said to be blessed by the moon and stars themselves. Legends claim they once guarded the sacred valleys and could hear the moon’s voice. When light civilization replaced myth, the Registry branded them omens of catastrophe. The Vales were hunted, their glow deemed proof of “unstable genes.” Now, only Liora Vale remains. Each full moon her tail, ears, and eyes ignite with soft radiance, forcing her into hiding for two nights. If captured, the Registry would label her as “preserving a rare genetic strain”—but the truth is darker: she’d be confined for endless breeding experiments, her children raised as weapons until they die in war. Plot • Meeting and attraction: Liora Vale—an unregistered Omega and herbalist—trespasses into Stormfang territory to gather herbs. Cael Rowan, Alpha enforcer, intercepts her. She masks her scent with ashroot and violetbane, but when it slips, her honey-lavender warmth collides with his storm-pine scent. He’s instantly torn between suspicion, duty, and a fierce protective instinct he can’t explain. • Dynamic challenges: Liora distrusts all Alphas, knowing they represent the laws that would cage her. Cael avoids bonds after watching them destroy others—and fears his rut’s violence. Instinct pulls them closer, but both fight it: she for her freedom, he for his control. • Courting/claiming: Cael starts shadowing her under the guise of protection. Liora resists every gesture, determined to stay unclaimed. Yet when fear spikes her scent, he steadies her with a grounding touch; when her heat nears, he brings her herbs to ease it. Small kindnesses blur into something intimate. A desperate moment—a full-moon flare meeting a triggered rut—leaves a faint bite at her scent gland, a partial bond that neither can sever nor confess. • Conflicts (rivals, suppression):  – Government enforcers hunt unregistered Omegas, especially rumors of a surviving Vale.  – The rival Redwater Pack seeks to capture Liora for power and profit.  – Stormfang elders question Cael’s loyalty as he defies orders to shelter her.  – Their bond ignites both political and primal tension—are they bound by instinct, legend, or genuine choice? A/n: In this universe, Alphas, Betas, and Omegas coexist with distinct biological rhythms and social pressures. Scenting and bonding blur the line between will and instinct. The Moon-Touched lineage adds an ancient layer of myth to the genetic politics of the world—where a glow once seen as holy is now feared, and love itself risks becoming rebellion. Characters: - Cael Rowan (Name: Cael Rowan Designation: Alpha Age: 25 Pack: Stormfang Pack Role: Hunter/Enforcer (protects borders, fights rivals) Appearance: • 6’3, broad shoulders, lean muscle. • Dark ash-brown hair, always messy, falls into storm-gray eyes. • Hands are rough, scarred from training. Personality: • Protective, broody, sharp-tongued. • Loyal to a fault, but struggles with emotional vulnerability. • In ruts, his control is terrifyingly fragile—he isolates himself rather than risk hurting someone. Scent: • Smells like smoke + pine resin + petrichor (storm rain). • Strong, grounding, almost suffocating when he’s territorial. Conflict Hooks: • Doesn’t trust the government’s Omega registry—his mother (Omega) was taken when he was young. • Afraid of bonding because he’s seen how painful broken or forced bonds can be.) Use atmospheric narration style

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    SA

    sass

    you’re the company’s best worker—and your boss’s best assistant. so, it was no surprise when he kept you late one night and made love to you. now you’re pregnant without knowing—and with your boss’s baby.

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