Seungmins_Smile
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Wish Upon a Star by Seungmins_Smile
Fandoms: The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
28 Jan 2025
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You make a silly little, harmless wish
That something would happen in your dull life
Well, it was granted!
Now what
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You slowly opened your eyes, holding your breath.
Felix was sleepily smiling at you, eyes half-closed and dazed. He clearly wasn’t entirely lucid yet, still completely unaware, but he was still looking at you with so much affection.
Your breath escaped in a sudden rush, unable to stop yourself looking up at him.
Oh shit, his eyelashes. His freckles. So pretty.
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There was a half-second of realisation on Han’s part-
-the sudden impulsive turn of his head to face this sudden movement in his periphery-
- a blink of shock at how close your face suddenly was to his-
- did you manage to jerk to a stop, or did the momentum keep you going, you can’t even remember, you just know this was not the plan-
- and then your lips collided.
(or: you employ drastic measures to prevent Han from winning yet another Mario Kart tournament, and your relationship is forever changed)
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12 Nov 2025
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YIS YIS YES YES ha efwr ouqehrlo
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People sometimes ask how this dynamic worked – how you and Chan can co-exist without inevitably butting heads, why you would sit back and let him take control.
It pisses you off. You don’t ‘let’ Chan do anything. Not every alpha likes to swing their dick around and demand subservience.
But sometimes, rarely, in little moments like this, you feel the tension. The unspoken, simple reminder that you are an alpha, and Chan is not.
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You sigh, and tilt your head a little more to the side. Slowly, you bring one hand up to curl a finger around your collar, tugging it down to reveal the smooth, bare skin of your neck. “Come on, Count Dorkula. Snack time.”
Jisung gulps – like, visibly gulps – as his eyes follow your movements. He’s utterly transfixed by your neck, lips parting at the sight.