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strzlun · 9 months

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// lee heeseung //

pairing: brother’s best friend!heeseung x femreader

word count- 5.7k

genre/cw- angst, fluff, forbidden love(?), slow burn(ish?), profanity, 1 year age difference, sneaking out/around, kissing, protective heeseung, reader’s brother is overprotective, implied cheating (not reader or heeseung)

summary- Heeseung finds love but it’s in the form of his best friend’s younger sister

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You were someone who never experienced true love before. Yes, you had your fair shares of crushes but they never got to be anything more than crushes.

Your infamous older brother prevented these crushes to becoming anything more. Even though he was only one year older than you, he still acted so protective over you. Your brother didn't allow just anyone to pursue his sister, so you kissed having any relationship out the window.

The only people your brother ever allowed to be close to you, were his selected best friends. He trusted them enough to know that they would never try to pursue something with you.

Your bother had way too much confident and trust in his friends. He should’ve known someone was bound to slip through his fingers and get to you.

You were happy to say in the least, you and your boyfriend were already together for five months already. The relationship was already more than you had ever experienced in your life, so being together with him for five months was the cherry on top.

This was your first relationship so you wanted to cherish all these moment, this was the first time you were finally able to have something more than a crush. You were able to experience what you’ve always wanted.

Your boyfriend wasn’t the best and the relationship was certainly not the best but it was still a relationship. You knew you should’ve had a standard but it was hard when you only had one other “relationship” if you would even call it that.

It was a time you don’t like to remember, not because it was bad but rather because it was something that should’ve never happened. It was supposed to be friendly hang outs while your brother was away but it soon turned into a whole summer fling.

But right when the new school year began, you ended it before it could become something more. Even though, you wanted it happen so badly, you knew it could never. The summer fling was never even supposed to turn into that, it was only supposed to stay as friendly hang outs.

And no matter how hard you tried to forget the summer fling, it always lingered in your mind day and night. It was the bittersweet feeling you got of what could’ve been if you never ended it.

"My friends are here!" You heard your brother yell, you walked out of your room to greet your brother’s friends who were also your friends

When you saw your brother’s friends laughing and greeting him, you chuckled softly causing the attention to put onto you. You waved to them after realizing you had their attention, to which they all happily greeted back.

Sunoo pushed everyone out the way as he rushed over to you. You and Sunoo had that friendship where whenever you saw each other, it would be like meeting your soulmate.

"5 feet away!" Your brother jokingly reminded and Sunoo only waved him off knowing he was messing around, your brother knew Sunoo wouldn’t do anything

Your brother trusted his friends but he was blatantly oblivious to the lingering gaze someone had on you.

His best friend and your summer fling, Lee Heeseung.

How you and Heeseung came about wasn’t intentional. Your brother was going out of town with your parents and he didn’t want to leave you all alone. So he asked his most trusted friend, Heeseung to check up on you every now and then.

You were mad at first, you weren’t someone who needed to be watched, but Heeseung came up with a compromise. That when he would pop up, it would be for a friendly hang outs rather than him checking up on you.

After the continuous friendly hang outs, you don’t know when the line started to blur between you and Heeseung. The obvious grazing of hands as you guys walked around the park, the lingering gaze when the other wasn’t looking.

It was obvious something flipped between you two and it was only when Heeseung had taken you out for a late night drive that you both finally decided to take matters into your hands.

The way Heeseung looked under the star lit sky, you don’t know what took over you. While Heeseung on the other hand knew what took over him and he knew better than anyone that it was wrong.

So why was it when you both leaned into each other and kissed under the moonlight that it felt so right. When your lips met his, he felt like this was his sole purpose in life, that he only existed for you.

When your brother and parents came back from their trip, they walked into the house to see you and Heeseung on the couch simply watching TV.

You greeted your family happily, while Heeseung almost couldn’t bear to look at your brother, he was shameful. Your brother’s number one rule was to stay away and not do anything with you.

So how do you think he felt when not even a few seconds ago he was kissing you like there was no tomorrow.

Your brother greeted Heeseung and thankfully he was able to keep a facade up so that your brother wouldn’t be suspicious of him.

From that day when your family came back you had to resort to sneaking out in order to meet up with Heeseung. When you knew no one was awake, you snuck into Heeseung’s car that always waited for you out front.

You could still almost feel the endless kisses and pecks you gave each other until he drove off into the night, ready to spend another sleepless night with you.

That summer felt like a paradise, being able to be in Heeseung’s arms, being able to place kisses all over his face. Acting like a couple when neither of you had even confessed, to you it was almost close to perfect.

The only way that it could be perfect is if he was truly yours and you were truly his.

Yet, when the new school year started, you knew you and Heeseung wouldn’t be able to handle the pressure of keeping whatever you guys had going on from your brother. You also didn’t want to risk ruining their friendship because of the growing feeling you had for Heeseung.

So you decided to take responsibility and end what you guys hand. It was a mutual agreement in the end or so you thought.

Heeseung simply agreed to your terms and respected your decision. He didn’t try to fight or counterclaim your decision, he simply accepted it. You were happy that he took it well but you were so upset having to end it with him. You knew that if you had the chance, you would do the summer fling with Heeseung all over again.

But you wanted to stay grounded, reminding yourself that it was something that should’ve never happened. It was only supposed to be him checking up on you disguised as friendly hang outs. You were never meant to have your heart swoon whenever he walked into your house during that summer.

You and Heeseung were never supposed to happen, and you wanted it to stay that way. He was your older brother’s best friend but you couldn’t lie and say that he wasn’t also your summer fling.

Your boyfriend had his arm around you as you both watched a movie on your TV. Not much was said between the two of you, a simple kiss on the cheek as a greeting and a few words exchanged with your parents.

Your boyfriend wasn’t the best but he also wasn’t the worst. The night your school hosted a party to celebrate the new year, it was right before the clock struck twelve, when you boyfriend asked if he could give you a new year kiss and you were going to reject him at first.

For some reason a part of you hoped Heeseung would go up to you that night. Yet, that little spark of hope died, when you saw Heeseung whispering into the ear of a girl who giggled at his words.

That moment was what you needed to move on from Heeseung. Even though, you were the one that ended things between the two of you, you only did it because you didn’t want to jeopardize Heeseung’s friendship with your brother.

It was their last year of school and you couldn’t imagine being the reason why their five years of friendship went down the drain. So when the clock struck twelve at midnight, you and your current boyfriend shared an awkward kiss.

From there onwards, you and your boyfriend started to see each other more and you soon went into a relationship with each other.

When your brother found out about your relationship, your boyfriend defend you and somehow convince your brother to somewhat accept your relationship.

Your brother obviously was unhappy with the sudden announcement of your relationship with someone he hadn’t even known of. Yet, he had to learn and accept the fact that you were in a relationship but he made it very clear that if your boyfriend even hurt you in the slightest, he would hunt him down.

So with that, your boyfriend for the most part doesn’t do anything that he assumes you won’t approve of. Your boyfriend excused himself and you only hummed.

You continued to watch the movie but you realized that it’s been over 30 minutes since your boyfriend left. You were confused to where he went, you went to go look for him and when you entered the kitchen you saw him but he wasn’t alone.

Your brother gripped the kitchen counter tightly, he was holding himself back from doing something irrational. Heeseung was leaned up against the cabinets, sizing up your boyfriend with anger in his eyes.

“What’s going on here?” Your voice managed to catch the three male’s attention, they all turned to you as you walked up to the side of your boyfriend

“What did they do to you?” You boyfriend just shook his head before taking a glance at your brother and Heeseung, something happened and you were nervous

“You either tell her or I’ll tell her” Heeseung’s voice spoke and you felt shivers run up your spine, what the hell were they talking about?

“I never should’ve trusted you” Your brother lifted his head and turned to face your boyfriend, you looked between the three males confused

“I-I didn’t mean to” Your boyfriend stumbled on his words and you knew this couldn’t be good

“You didn’t mean to shove your tongue down another girl’s throat?” Heeseung angrily spat as he raised an eyebrow, the silence kicked in after his words and you could feel everyone’s gaze on you

You looked up to your boyfriend with your eyes beginning to burn. Your boyfriend stayed with eyes wide, his mouth kept opening and closing but no words were leaving it. This was how you would remember your first relationship.

“We’re done” You softly muttered, it was getting hard to speak with the visible tightening of your throat, your boyfriend was quick to grab your hand to take back what you said

You shook your hand from his grip but he held tight, he didn’t want to lose you. Heeseung noticed this and immediately gripped your boyfriend’s wrist causing him to let go of you.

“She said you’re done” When Heeseung took a look at you, and he saw a single tear drop that fell from your eyes

That was enough for him to to grip your now ex boyfriends neck and drag him out the house. Your ex boyfriend yelped and tried to get out of Heeseung’s hold but his hold was beyond strong, he was far gone with angry seething from his body.

Heeseung opened the door and threw your ex out the house.

“You better stay the fuck away from her”

Heeseung slammed the door shut in his face, before taking a deep breath to calm down his nerves. He turned around and saw you still standing not moving an inch, your brother came and gave you hug which you didn’t reciprocate.

When your brother whispered into your ear to stop you from crying but when he let go of you, you quickly booked it to your room not saying a word.

You wouldn’t come out your room for hours. Your soft sniffling could be heard and the amount of times your brother, your parents and Heeseung knocked on your door only to be told to leave you alone was uncountable.

Heeseung swore next time he saw your ex, he would beat him to the ground.

It was already past midnight and your whole family was asleep, Heeseung who was sleeping over stayed wide awake. His mind couldn’t rest knowing you were suffering, it didn’t sit right with him.

Heeseung left your brother’s room and walked over to your room, he softly knocked and he could your groan and shuffling towards the door.

“For the last time leave me-“ You started thinking it was your brother but stopped when you saw Heesueng’s worried eyes looking at you

You looked at him and you nervously gulped, you knew your eyes were bloodshot red so you looked away and fixed your posture.

“What do you want? It’s very clearly past midnight” Your voice was meant to come off harsh but it didn’t, your voice always softened when you were with Heeseung

“Can I come in?” You rolled your eyes and scoffed but despite your actions, you left the door opened and walked back to your bed

Heeseung took this as permission to enter, he softly closed the door behind him. He saw you lay back down on your bed, your back facing him.

It’d been a while since he was last in your room, but he didn’t want to think about those times right now. His main focus was on you.

“How are you feeling?” He sat down on the floor next to your bed, he didn’t want to intrude and sit on your bed so he opted for the floor

“Like crap”

There was a silence after that, it wasn’t those uncomfortable silences, it was rather tense but comfortable.

“When did it happen?” Heesueng knew what you meant and he cleared his throat, he didn’t want to talk about it worried it might upset you more

“Just tell me Heeseung”

“That time we came to pick your brother up for the party” It was nearly over a week ago when this happened and your ex boyfriend had the audacity to act lovey dovey with you after what he did

You scoffed, you were more angry than sad. You spent hours crying for the male who spent a whole week acting like everything was fine. You sat up and looked to Heeseung who admired you, you didn’t know why he looked at you like this .

“I could be a better boyfriend than him” You scoffed and shook your head into your hands, you were laughing at his words

Heeseung’s success to take your mind off it made him happy, he laughed with you. You thought Heeseung was only joking around the sensitive topic to make you laugh, you didn’t realize that he was serious until you looked up to face him.

He was recovering from laughing and the way he looked at you, you knew his statement held a sense of truth to it. You gulped down and looked away from him.

“Why are you sitting on the floor?” You opted to ask to change the tension that was rising

“I don’t want to intrude”

“You’re acting as if you’ve never been in here before” Your words came out before you could properly think about you, you stared at him with wide eyes which he did the same

He didn’t expect you to mention anything so it was to his surprise that you had said that. You cursed at yourself for voicing out your thought, but it must have been the exhaustion you felt because you were no longer caring.

“I just want to respect your privacy. It’s been a while since I’ve last been in here” He gulped, carefully choosing his words the last thing he wanted was to be kicked out of your room and have you hate him

“That’s my fault. I never wanted for us to end that way”You mumbled to yourself but Heeseung heard you and he felt his heart flip, what did you mean by that?

“It happens, some things are supposed to die in order to bloom” Heeseung’s were bittersweet on your heart, you smiled to yourself, you felt foolish for thinking that there was something still there

“If I could go back in time, I would stop myself for making the biggest mistake of my life” Heeseung thought you meant meeting your ex boyfriend which was valid, you did spend over five months with him

“What mistake?” He still asked, he wanted the confirmation on his assumption, to prove the hidden desire in his heart wrong

“Ending us” You didn’t prove his desire wrong, your words made Heeseung want to get up from the floor and confess his undying love for you but he stayed strong and stayed put on the floor

The silences that lingered in the air was suffocating, you don’t know why you were spurting the truths that rested in your heart. Your mind wasn’t thinking straight and it was going to be the downfall of you if you didn’t stop.

“You regret it?” Heeseung’s voice was so soft you almost missed it, you hummed at his words, you couldn’t bear looking into his eyes any longer

You would end up giving into the desires that you’ve tried to suppress after all this time since summer if this continued on any longer.

“I miss you” You whipped your head to Heeseung who continued to only stare at you, his gaze not faltering off of you

Heeseung knew he shouldn’t have those words but he couldn’t hold them back anymore. He at least wanted you to know that he missed you. He missed you so badly and what you both had.

He just wanted to go back home, back in your arms.

“Heeseung where were you last night? I woke up and you were no where to be found” Your brother asked his best friend, this caused Heeseung to freeze but quickly regained his composure

“I was there, I never left” Heeseung lied, he knew it was wrong to lie to his best friend but when it came to you, he would lie as much as he needed to

“I swear I saw you gone”

“You must have been dreaming, I didn’t move since we fell asleep last night”

“Huh I must have” Your brother shrugged his shoulders believing Heeseung’s words

Your brother believed in his words not realizing that Heeseung had to sneak back into your brother’s room after accidentally falling asleep in your room that night.

A month had passed since your breakup and you could say with full confidence that you moved on from your ex boyfriend. The times you would see him around, he made sure to steer clear of you. He took Heeseung and your brother’s threat to heart, that if he even so happened looks in your direction, he could say goodbye to his face.

You moved on with your life and continued on, you wouldn’t let something like that affect your life. You live and you learn that was the mentality you had for the whole situation.

You thought that would be the last thing you would have to worry about under the category of relationships but Heeseung seemed to have others plan.

Heeseung began to stick to you like gum and wasn’t afraid of hiding it, especially in front of your brother. You tried to push Heeseung away not knowing what he was trying to instigate but he only came back ten times stronger.

“Heeseung leave her alone” Your brother scoffed seeing Heeseung bother you

He had came over to hang out with your brother but the moment his eyes landed on you walking out of your room, he immediately attached himself to you.

“You heard him, leave me alone” You tried shoving Heeseung’s face away but he only continued to bother you even more

“Help me!” You called out for your brother to help but he only stared in amusement before laughing loudly seeing you struggling to get rid of Heeseung

You don’t know what changed in Heeseung but it was definitely something you weren’t ready to unravel. You were afraid that this might lead to the very desire you tried to prevent from happening.

“You know I could treat you way better than that crappy ex of yours”

“I can be a way better boyfriend than him”

“Heeseung just shut up”

He was supposed to be in your brother’s room sleeping, but instead he sat at your desk spewing nonsense late at night.

This was a daily occurrence during the past three weeks. Heeseung would at least sleep over at your house five days out of the week and at night he never stayed in your brother’s room.

He always somehow found his way to your bedroom door, waiting for you to open the door and groan before letting him inside.

“I’m just saying the truth”

“Sure you are” You sat up against your bed frame playing with your sheets, whenever Heeseung came into your room these were what most of the conversation consisted of

“I’m serious, if you let me I promise to always make you happy” You rolled your eyes at his words not realizing Heesueng getting up from your desk and making his way to you

When you finally realized what he was doing, you froze.

“You know my heart belongs to you right? You can ask for anything and I’ll give it to you without hesitation. That’s just the power you have over me”

“Ever since last summer, you’ve always been on my mind and it drives me insane. My mind only replays the memories with you and it makes me wish I could relive those moments again”

“I miss our late night drives, us sneaking around, me being able to have you in my arms. I miss my life when it had you in it”

“That summer made me realize that I’m just stupidly in love with you and I don’t know how much longer I can go without you”

With each word Heeseung told you, each time you felt your heart fill, ready to explode. He took a stride with each sentence until he was in front of your bed.

He was hesitant just for a moment before climbing onto your bed. As you watched him, your breathing was no where to be found.

Heeseung had you caged between him and your bed frame.

It’s been too long since you’ve last seen him so up close, that it made all the feelings you hid rise again ready to show him, he made you feel the same way.

Heeseung head was close in front of you that you felt his breath fanning against yours. You swore he could hear the thumping of your heart against your chest. He looked straight into your eyes as you admired his features just like how you used to.

“You can tell me right now if you don’t want this to happen”

“I’ll walk out of your room right now and go back into your brother’s room and we can pretend this never happened. Just say the word and I’ll do it” Heeseung waited for any signs of rejection

To his satisfaction, there were no signs of it. Your eyes just zeroed in on the lips that you’ve clearly missed.

Heeseung smirked before hovering his lip over yours. He was so close yet he felt so far.

“Once we do this, there’s no going back. You’re going to be stuck with me” Heeseung mumbled and you smiled at his words before wrapping your arms around him and crashing your lips onto his

The lost puzzle pieces finally found each other again in form of you and Heeseung. The way your lips moved, it seemed as if they were solely made for each other. The kiss was desperate, trying to make up for the months missed.

Your hands roughly ruffled into Heeseung’s hair, he had one hand holding your waist while the other laid on your cheek.

“Bet you waited for me to come crawling back into your arms” He muttered against you as he planted pecks everywhere on your face

You giggled feeling his soft kisses, you missed him too much to your liking.

“No, I think that was you” Heeseung’s kisses were moving from your cheek to your jaw then down to your neck, he hummed against you

“Yeah it was definitely me” You played with his hair as he placed kisses on your neck, you were trying to keep down your giggles

The last thing you wanted was to wake up your parents or worse your brother.

Kissing soon came back to place a more loving kiss on your lips. The kiss was soft and warm just like how they’ve always been. Neither of you just couldn’t get enough after being deprived of each other for so long.

All worries that lingered faded into oblivion to only be replaced with the moment that the two of you had been longing for.

The summer fling was finally making it’s comeback but it seemed to be forgotten of the biggest problem. Your brother, Heeseung’s best friend.

You happily walked around school, it’s already been two weeks since you and Heeseung official started dating (behind everyone’s back of course). Your relationship with Heeseung was completely different than the relationship you had with your ex.

He was right, he was definitely a better boyfriend. Even though, you guys had to sneak around, Heeseung didn’t deprive you in the slightest. He started waking up early in order to give you and unfortunately your brother a ride to school.

He would leave gifts in your locker to get you through the day, he would send sweet nothings in messages. Whenever he saw you alone in the hall, he would give a quick peck on your cheek before walking away like nothing.

Heeseung made you feel like you living in cloud nine and you weren’t complaining in the slightest. The relationship was obviously different from the one you two shared over the summer.

This time he was actually yours and you were actually his. The two of you were no longer just a summer fling.

As you turned a corner, you were suddenly grabbed off to the side where no one could see. Before you could say anything, your face was plastered with kisses, you saw Heeseung smiling at you before placing multiple kisses against your lips.

You giggled against him and he felt like the luckiest person in the world. He had the girl of his dreams.

“Hi” He giggled before placing a longer kiss on your lips, you hummed happily before pushing him away

“You can’t do that here, what if someone sees?”

“Who cares if they see? At least they’ll know I’m your boyfriend” Heeseung planted more kisses all over your face causing you to erupt in giggles, he was smiling so hard hearing you

It made him proud that he was finally able to be yours after waiting for so long.

But before the little moment could last any longer, Heeseung’s phone vibrates. He pulled away from you and sighed deeply before pulling out his phone, he already knew who it was.

He answered your brother’s call and put his best voice on.

“Hey what’s up?”

“I was just in the bathroom, give me a minute I’ll be over there soon”

Heesueng hung up the call and looked back at you apologetically. You only smiled and creased his face softly, he melted against your touch.

“I’ll see you tonight?” Heeseung placed one last kiss on your lips, neither of you wanted the moment to end

You nodded at his words, he let out a sad smile before fixing himself to seem more presentable before walking away to meet up with you brother.

You smiled dumbly as you brought your finger to touch you lips that already missed Heeseung. You knew it was wrong to be in a relationship with your older brother’s best friend but you couldn’t help it.

You fell in love with Heeseung and you were willing to deal with the consequences of dating him.

Your brother had called you to the living room. You thought it was harmless, but once you saw your boyfriend Heeseung, head hanging low as he faced the ground. You knew that your brother found out.

When you sat down next to Heeseung, you could feel his head lift up to just look at you. He gave you a warm smile to ease you tension and it almost worked until your brother loudly cleared his throat.

“So who wants to explain why I got sent pictures and a video of you two kissing?” Your brother’s voice was dark but eerily calm

“Listen-“ You tried to say but stopped when you brother raised his hand to stop you, you realized he didn’t want your response, he wanted Heeseung’s

You looked at Heeseung, you could see the anxiousness and fear in his eyes as he looked around the floor. He took a deep breath before sighing and looking up to face your brother.

Heeseung grabbed your hand into his before staring right at your brother who glared at him.

“Because we are dating” Heeseung ripped the band-aid off, he knew what he was doing but he didn’t want to beat around the bush any longer

If your brother was going to find out, Heeseung was going to make sure he finds out in the realest way possible.

“How do I know you’re not just screwing with my sister?”

“Because I’m not saying it as her boyfriend, I’m saying it to you as your best friend”

“And you just expect me to believe that? You sure as hell had no problem lying straight to my face to sneak behind my back with my sister”

“You’re supposed to be my best friend”

“I am your best friend”

“I specifically told you don’t go near my sister and what do you do? You go behind my back and crawl to her”

“I did that because I love her” Those last three words were what changed everything in that moment, you and your brother stared at Heeseung who held his jaw tight, you could feel the shaky hold he had in your hand

You placed your other hand ontop of your intertwined hands and Heeseung looked at you. You gave the most warmest smile he could ever know and he knew he wanted no one else but you.

“You what?” Your brother couldn’t believe his ears

“I love her. I’m so sorry if that makes me the most crappiest friend in the world, but I am so deeply in love with your sister”

The were was a long silence, no one said anything m. Your brother looked away from the two of you before getting up from his seat and walking away, leaving the both of you alone.

You wanted to go after him but you knew he needed time to think. You looked at Heeseung who let out a relieved sigh, almost as if he’s been waiting for so long to say those words.

“So you love me huh?” Heeseung gave you his infamous smile that you adored the moment you laid your eyes on it

“Yes, I love you” When you heard those three words, you knew you wanted Heeseung to be your last love

“Well it’s a good thing I love you too” Heeseung broke out into an even brighter smile, his hand held onto yours tighter before placing a quick kiss on your cheek

You giggled at his action and pushed him away with your intertwined hands. Heeseung stared at you with such admiration that it seemed like he loved you his whole life.

Your brother who walked away witnessed all of this. In all his time of being best friends with Heeseung, never once has he seen him like this.

Heeseung was so smitten over you.

Just for a moment, your brother let out a soft smile looking at the two of you but was soon replaced with a loud groan. He felt so confused with himself.

He only ever wanted was to protect you and have you happy so to see you so happy and dare he say it, in love with his best friend. For some reason he felt satisfied, like his wish was granted by none other than his best friend.

Seeing the two of you was able to switch something in your brother. He realized that he wouldn’t want it to be anyone else making you so happy, even if it’s was Heeseung.

Your brother stepped back into the living room and you and Heeseung stopped your giggling and separated from each, hands still intertwined though.

Your brother sighed deeply and pinched his nose. He doesn’t know if he could get use to seeing you and Heeseung together, but he guess he can put up with it for you two.

“Heeseung you better not hurt her” Your brother warned and it was as if it was music to his ears, Heeseung got up and hugged his best friend tightly

“I promise I won’t” Your brother tried to push Heeseung away and you only giggled, when the two finally pulled away, your brother gaze was soft when he looked to you

He smiled and you got up and walked over to your brother. He opened his arms for a hug, he knew it was rare for the two of you to share skinship but it was these moments where it didn’t matter.

You walked into his arms and you both hugged each other tightly.

“Take care of each other okay? If he does anything, tell me so that I can beat him up” You laughed at your brother’s word, you nodded your head and pulled away from the hug and turned to your boyfriend

The two of you smiled happily at each other before embracing each other into a tight hug. Neither of you had expected being caught, but you definitely didn’t expect for your brother to support it.

Yet, you were thankful that you no longer to sneak around and hide your relationship with Heeseung, that you could now openly love him.

Heeseung was beyond grateful that he could finally now show the world just how madly in love he is with you.

And you hate to admit it, but you’re thankfully for your your brother joining your parents that trip during summer.

Because without that trip, you would’ve never fallen for you brother’s best friend.

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gisellaswrld · 3 months

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i look at you wondering where your mind is at; you’re the first choice in my heart always

bb6 | being selected as a celebrity captain along side your brothers for the nhl all stars games was a situation you never thought of. leading up to the games, you made jack and quinn promise that brock would be the first pick. but after a small fight the morning of the games, you decide otherwise.

a/n this was fun to write and i love brock so much so if you guys want more bb6, please send some requests!! i’ll write a more smutty part two at the request of you guys :)

There were many things you loved that you had to give up due to your brother’s successful hockey careers. Your parents were already stressed out with three boys who all loved hockey, but you added stress on top of that. All your life, you never really enjoyed playing hockey. You played one year, just to prove to your mom you didn’t enjoy it. Ellen took the news with a heavy heart, but decided to give you options of what to pursue next. That’s when the entire Hughes family pinpointed your special talent. It wasn’t hockey, or volleyball, or golf even. It was singing.

After the realization, Ellen quickly found the best talent coach in Michigan for you. Moira, your singing coach, helped you develop the skills necessary for being the next big pop star. Fast forward to now, 20 years old, and you were jumping the charts. After opening on the Era’s tour for Taylor Swift, then the release of your first album Emails I Can’t Send, you were the next big thing. The media loved it all, they ate the news for breakfast.

Every single Hughes child was successful. Ellen and Jim got tons of recognition for raising successful children.

Currently, you resided in Vancouver with your older brother Quinn. Throughout the past years of living with him, you grew to adore his teammate Brock. What started as a friendship between two people who would confide in each other during tough times, blossomed into the dream healthy romantic relationship.

When you received the invitation to be a celebrity coach for the NHL All Stars game, you quickly accepted under one circumstance. That you’d coach alongside your brothers. Of course when the news was released, everyone went wild. On top of that, you got to join one of your close friends Tate as a coach. Tate had reached out one drunken night, asking for either your brother or Brock to fight Cole during a Canucks vs. Blue Jackets game. Since then, your friendship with her was as thick as thieves.

The morning of the All Stars draft had been going smoothly. You made Quinn and Jack to promise to pick Brock first, and they listened. You knew of their planning schemes with some of the other coaches, practically planning the draft before it happened.

You sat on the hotel bed, shoving cereal into your mouth. Brock was showering, getting prepared for the red carpet he had to attend before the draft. He came out, dressed in black pants and a white sweater. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, a curious look forming.

“What happened to your other outfit?” You asked, setting the cereal down on the bed side table. Brock quickly looked up at you, then looked back in the mirror. “Decided not to wear it.” Brock nonchalantly answered.

“Oh?”

“Don’t be like that, doll. It’s not anything crazy. Just figured I’d look more professional.” Brock explained, walking to sit on the bed. You scooted further away from him, a glare settling on your face. “So your first outfit wasn’t professional?” You asked, eyebrows raised.

“Why are you making it a big deal?” Brock’s voice came across aggressive, causing you to scoff. “Because it was your idea? And I was excited to see you wear it.” You stated, quickly getting off the bed.

Brock watched as you gathered your makeup bag and other things needed to get ready for the entire day. You started to head towards the door when you heard his voice again. “Where are you going?”

Your hand clasped the door handle, pulling to door open. “To my brother’s room. I don’t want to deal with you or this right now. Just know you upset me and I’m angry.” You stated, leaving the room quickly.

Quinn and Olivia’s room was a few doors down and you were convinced you’d enjoy being around them more than Brock right now. You knocked loudly, hearing some shuffling before Quinn opened the door. Before he got a chance to speak, you shoved past him, setting your things down.

“What are you doing?” Quinn asked, shutting the door behind him. “Or do I even want to know?”

“Brock made me upset and I don’t want to be around him. I figured Olivia would enjoy having a friend to get ready with.” You answered, looking around for her. The bathroom door quickly opened, Olivia standing in a robe with curlers in her hair. “Y/N!” Olivia smiled.

“Hi Olivia, Brock made me mad. Now I’m here.” You greeted her, a smile on your face. Olivia gasped, crossing her arms. “What did he do?” Olivia questioned. You glanced up at Quinn, who was definitely more curious than Olivia.

“He changed his outfit, so now he isn’t wearing his special shirt.” You stated, shrugging. Olivia’s eyes widened, a scoff falling from her lips. “You mean the shirt he paid like $80 for? The shirt that has your face on it? The one he specifically bought for this?” Questions quickly fell from Olivia’s mouth as disbelief spilled through her tone.

“I’m going to Jack’s. You guys have fun.” Quinn left the room, hearing enough from the story. “Yes that shirt! He said he wanted to be more professional.” You exclaimed, a sad look forming on your face.

“What an asshole!”

You and Olivia finished getting ready, but you had to be at the Scotia Bank Area sooner than her since you were a coach. When you arrived, you were immediately swarmed and overwhelmed by the girls wanting pictures and autographs. You tried your best to speak to everyone and at least hold a conversation with them. Your agent, Thalia, stayed close by. She ensured you were making good time. For one moment she stepped away for a phone call.

“They want you for interviews now, sweet heart.” Thalia informed, ushering you forward. You were led to a room filled with reporters, players, the other celebrity coaches and captains. Once you were spotted by Tate, she quickly ran over to you.

“Oh my gosh! You look so good.” Tate gushed, pulling you into a hug. You smiled, quickly reciprocating the gesture. “Thank you, you look great yourself.” You replied, pulling away.

“I was surprised when Brock was brought back here without you. Are you guys okay?” Tate asked, her voice quiet as reporters were currently interviewing Auston, Morgan, and Justin.

“Got in an argument this morning, so I’m not speaking to him.” You shrugged, ignoring his stares from across the room. “Guess he should be reminded that even though the draft is planned, I can still have a little fun.” You added, a devious smirk on your face.

“You are evil. I love it.” Tate giggled, pinching your shoulder softly. “Oops, gotta go, it’s my turn.” Tate waved, walking over to Cale and Nate. You moved over to your brothers and Elias.

“Pst. Can we wait till after we draft the last Goalie to pick Brock?” You whispered, the plan already forming in your head. Quinn, already knowing of the argument, rolled his eyes. “They got in an argument over his shirt.” Quinn quickly explained.

Elias had a confused look on his face, but let out a sigh. “I guess, but don’t you think that’s mean?” He asked, his eyebrows pinched together. “Mean? Sure, but I could be writing a song about him so what’s a little harmless fun?” You answered.

All four boys stared at you, then looked at each other. “If you don’t do it, I’m going to tell mom.” You spoke harshly, staring directly at your brothers. “You know how upset she gets when her brothers don’t listen to her only little princess,”

“Fine, fine. He will go after the goalies. Just don’t tell mom.” Quinn shook his head, slightly annoyed at his sister’s antics. “She’s got a point. Shouldn’t we be sticking up for our sister?” Jack agreed, gesturing towards you.

The rest of the interviews went well, except for when a reporter requested for you to do an interview with Brock. The interaction was tense, only short answers given from the both of you. You were sure the clips would quickly be on Twitter from your fan base, but oh well.

The draft started quicker than ever, the Hughes team getting the chance to pick the first player. You already told Brock that he was the intended first pick, but after deliberating with your brothers and Elias, Nikita Kucherov was going to be your first selection. You requested to be the person to announce it, just to see the look on Brock’s face.

“Team Hughes, are you ready for your first pick?” Jamie asked, looking at the group of four. Everyone nodded, agreeing on their final selection. You took a small step forward, a smile on your face as some fans cheered. “We chose Nikita Kucherov from the Tampa Bay Lightening,” You announced, eyes quickly locking to Brock.

Brock rolled his eyes, running a hand down his face. J.T. Miller nudged him, a curious look on his face. You shook Nikita’s hand, letting him go grab his jersey.

Quinn ended up picking most of his team, along with Brady Tkachuk, Jesper Bratt, and Cam Talbot. After a commercial break, the choice was back to the Hughes Team. You took a step forward, waiting for Jamie to give you the go.

“I guess, we are picking Brock Boeser. Even though he didn’t wear his shirt with my face on it, then was mean to me.” You scrunched your face, watching as Brock skated up while shaking his head.

You held your hand over your microphone as he pulled you into a hug. “You are in trouble, doll.” Brock mumbled in your ear, then promptly skated off to receive his jersey. You had a small smirk on your face, clapping as he received his jersey.

The rest of the event went smoothly, thankfully. Now you were pilled into Uber’s that were driving you to the bar that Auston Matthews rented out for the night. You were squished in between Brock and Elias, uncomfortably squirming in the seat at some of the potholes in the road.

Brock’s arm hung loosely behind your seat, his hand occasionally tugging at loose strands of your hair. To which you’d return a nudge at his side, and he would always react with a low chuckle.

“Scoot over, I know you are uncomfortable.” Brock leaned over to whisper in your ear. Jack was blasting music loudly in the Uber so it wasn’t hard for Brock’s voice to get drowned out by anyone but you.

You glared at Brock, but still scooted over to sit in his lap. “You still mad at me?” Brock continued to speak quietly, his hand squeezing at your exposed thigh.

You nodded, continuing the fun ignoring game you liked to play when you were mad. Brock hated it, despised it actually. Yet, you still did it because Brock would always find a pleasuring new way to deal with your attitude.

“Come on, don’t act like I don’t know what you did. I’m sure you loved convincing your captains to switch the draft order, all over a silly argument.” Brock spoke, tugging at another strand in your hair.

You looked at him in confusion, wondering who snitched to him. “You think Pettersson would keep it from me?” Brock now had an amused expression on his face.

Thankfully the conversation was put on pause as you arrived to the bar. Brock tapped your ass as you pushed open the door. Tonight, your plan was to continue to be angry at Brock, just to catch a reaction out of him. And boy, would it be a fun night.

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What makes you different...

...from their previous partners?

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01.

Your person has been through it, and you may have too, which for many of you forms a deep understanding regarding fears of repeating the type of betrayal you have both seen. In comparison to their past rendezvous, they find your relationship very secure. They feel free to voice their thoughts and feelings without guilt or shame, or outright fear of retaliation as they've grown to expect misunderstandings and gaslighting. For many, they have been cheated on, so your honesty, integrity, and loyalty sets you apart from their prior experiences.

I see them taken aback quite often. Their previous relations may have trained them to always anticipate the worst, so the clarity in your communication and how you handle conflict takes them by surprise. They're used to shouting matches and slamming doors. You express yourself when you are hurt in ways that does not tear them down. There's no eye for an eye with you because you're not as spiteful as their past lovers. Really, they simply put don't need to fear you.

They could have remnants of a jealous streak, though it transforms into a protective nature over time as they come to find that they truly can trust you. You play no games made for them to lose, and you do not go out of your way to cause them jealousy or fear the end of the relationship. You're understanding even when you air your grievances, and wish to solve problems rather than create new ones and make it worse and make them regretful they every said anything at all.

They feel safe to allow you much further into their internal world than others before you because you are respectful of what lies beyond the surface and beyond. You're neither judgemental or cruel, petty, and neither are you a bully. The way the two of you are able to relate to each other's history and defining moments inspires an unspoken promise to keep each other safe, and never trespass against boundaries or breaking any agreed upon rules.

Passion, they'll find, holds hands with love, not just with hate. They find your unquenchable thirst and will to engage with and pursue your desires intoxicating. You inspire them where others have knocked them down or ridiculed them. You encourage their passion and make them feel appreciated, even admired. Others have forced them to turn cold, but you reignite their emotional expression, awakening it from its hibernation so that it may come out to play in your spring weather.

02.

Your person has often resorted to selective hearing just to keep themselves both calm and sane. Friends and family would tell them frequently how poorly they choose their partners. They are not quite certain how or why they wound up repeating patterns in the past. Acting on impatience infused impulse they would take prospective partners at face value and believe their facades, exaggerations, and lies. Then before they'd know it, they'd find themselves in commitment with someone falling short of their ideals and what they thought they were signing themselves up for based on promising beginnings which quickly turned sour.

I see them in the past dealing with people first seemingly so deserving of worshipping, only for the tune to change to simply entitled and bratty very quickly. You are clear in your expectations and standards, but you're not loud in your demands, and to them it is refreshing that you rarely make them. This causes them to really take the demands you do make to heart and try to give you what you want or need, or try in earnest to find compromise where needed. After so many partners chewing them out and complaining about this and that at a constant flow of negativity, you're a shocking change of pace.

You're not needlessly argumentative and choose your battles wisely. They're used to practically carrying their partners away from conflict and praying to higher beings they won't even start when they'd just like a peaceful outing or a nice afternoon. The only drama you bring to the table is gossip shared for the two of you to joke about together like best friends, not the kind where they are expected to end fights you started.

By comparison to past lovers, you are mature and ooze worthiness, the kind you don't need to be so loud about. What comes to mind is the demands of princess treatment vs. earning queen treatment. Their past is full of rather immature partners who rarely pursued their own goals, and your ambition, self awareness and sense of self worth rather than ego and chasing empty applause makes them view you as an equal who is truly worth their time, money, effort, and devotion. You're on the same wavelength and it makes the whole power couple thing come so much more naturally.

Not to mention you're much better received by their friends and family. They really have no concerns about bringing you home to meet their family because they know how you carry yourself with grace, and how your charm is genuine. You're very natural and likeable, and don't try too hard. Loved ones may very quickly tell them not to screw this up, and make sure you're always comfortable and feel welcome in their homes, and begin nudging your person very early on to put a ring on it.

03.

Your person has very little experience before you, possibly none for some, at least nothing serious enough to write home about. You fit their idea of love very well, however, and they can feel surprised by how well things go with you. They've heard horror stories from friends and read the reddit posts about wildly tumultuous relationships, and be shocked by their first serious relationship with you.

It's just so easy. You compete only with their solitude, and always seem to win. They find themselves at peace with you more than they ever expected to when sharing so much time and space with another. Things weren't supposed to work out so well in this day and age, and the romcoms were exaggerations, right? Yet they find your relationship so sweet, and stable in its simplicity.

They have a past with some kind of toxicity aimed at them. For some this is family, for others it's a friend. Either way they've been used to making themselves small and to take on burdens of others by force. Emotional labour performed with a gun to their head. They have no qualms about caring for you, and are in fact more than happy to be at your beck and call because you're encouraging of them too. It's quite sad to say, but it seems that either in their family or amongst their peers they've often wound up with a target on their back solely for, well, being an easy target.

You help them stand up for themself, and help them overcome a lot of things which cause them anxiety. They're able to share their thoughts and feelings, express their excitement about their interests and feel heard when they're with you. You may very well share quite a few interests in common, which to them is an entirely new concept as they're used to others finding their interests dumb, childish, or useless. You seem to make equally amazing friends and lovers.

They're very clever and you're one of the first to give them credit for it. You're able to gently coax them out of their shell, and their otherwise cautious nature shifts to a more adventurous and daring one. And this all by no means require great efforts on your part, as by simply being your usual self makes them feel safe enough to be themselves too. You're quite similar in many ways, though you differ in how you come to the same conclusions on different topics, and these variables are small but delightful surprises for the two of you to rejoice over and discuss. You're a very healing and brightening connection in their life, and as thanks they'd fetch you the moon if they could.

04.

There is a lot of chemistry between you and your person, much more than they have experienced in previous relationships. That's not to say they have necessarily all been bad, they just lacked this kind of easy yet electrifying, "meeting of the minds" -type of chemistry. Their past lovers have been drama-free and they've enjoyed very stable relationships, albeit very milquetoast in comparison to you and the relationship you provide. Don't take this the wrong way, but they dated "perfect" long enough to realise it is merely good enough, and you with your various hiccups are more interesting and much more worth their attention. Imperfections are needed and challenges are opportunities to strengthen bonds in ways "perfect" cannot.

Though many of their previous partners have, like they themself, been stable and secure, they have also felt taken for granted, and in some instances, taken advantage of. They're a very reliable and caring person, but have not always had the best luck in terms of finding reciprocal love. More often than not, affections quickly grew monotonous and became routine, leaving them under the impression that love is just that, routine. Gifts and attention easily grew to be something expected of them rather than something truly appreciated and met with gratituse and adoration.

They're dutiful in all areas of life, but find a new pep in their step regarding their romantic duties thanks to you. They find you delightful and full of surprises. The latter being something they perhaps thought was a bad thing for a long time. You keep them on their toes a little. Enough to excite them and keep the sparks flying, but not to the point of making them nauseous. You're different from them, and as they previously dated people much too similar to themself, you're a welcome breath of fresh air, like coming face to face with the sea and its breeze for the first time.

They feel a sense of freedom with you that they never found in their past relationships. Sometimes they may have walked on eggshells, but most of all I see them often turning into a shell of their true self. In their pursuit to stick to a comfortable routine and not upset their previous partners with anything too wild or crazy, they held back on things they wanted, and put running the day to day smoothly above their own interests and whims. Through you they reconnect with these things, and you inspire them to reach for new opportunities and tap into their slumbering zest for life.

The nostalgia you evoke by merely daring to stay true to yourself, speaking your mind and pursuing your own adventures makes their efforts of creating stability in your relationship actually feel worthwhile and welcome. You fascinate them, and every day they learn something new about or through you, which makes them feel more alive. They find themselves reminiscing about how they used to be before, until they slowly take their power back and align more with their true self. Their attraction to you never seems to dull down and they more readily show their appreciation and love for you. You inspire a greater sense of romance in them, and have them thinking very differently about love. Where they previously had their linear idea of how a relationship progresses, they suddenly take more risks and stop thinking about things so meticulously and leave some things up to chance. Where once they would've waited 5 years to propose, they no longer feel the need for these arbitrary and restrictive milestones and simply propose when it feels right.

05.

Your person is quite the whirlwind. They've explored many options in love and life, or at the very least had plenty of offers. None of them ever fit quite right, though, and many may have accused them of being too picky or unreliable due to their flighty nature. You're more akin to them, and balanced in all the right places to match their energy. There is a healthy kind of push and pull between you which keeps things interesting in the long run. Many before you have been demanding in terms of commitment and how that commitment is supposed to look like, and how and when things are meant to unfold. Your love isn't like clockwork, and though you have your ideas and hopes for the future of the relationship, you don't make demands and nag them down to the bone when things don't happen on your schedule.

This actually leaves room for their spontaneity, and keeps their interest alive and well, inspiring them to take bigger leaps in love precisely because restraints don't weigh them down. Others before you have been a little too predictable for them. The scheduling types with their plethora of to-do lists and colour coded planners which only makes them anxious and has them running for the hills. You're willing to explore and experience life, and they appreciate your willingness to at least give things a try, even when you're scared or uncertain.

This isn't to say they would push you beyond your limits or cross boundaries. They've simply dealt with a lot of naysayers and those who are never up to the challenge and would rather not invest their time or energy into something unknown. Unlike those before you, you take a bite of that unfamiliar food, agree to watch the pilot of that show, or pack a weekend bag on short notice to get out of town for an impromptu getaway.

Best of all, when you don't wish to leave your comfort zone you allow them the freedom to venture out on their own, without guilt tripping them into staying or blowing up their phone when they're away, freaking out when they don't respond immediately, or otherwise make their free spirit out to be the worst thing in the world. They return the same energy to you and have no qualms about your individual pursuits and are very encouraging of your prospects, opportunities, and ideas.

I see them watching you sometimes as you engage excitedly with something new that's caught your interest, and they wonder why your kind is so rare. From their perspective, as an eternal seeker, they've met and mingled with so many people, and few have truly been so excitable, finding joy in small things and not being so afraid of the unknown and unexplored. Your aversion of uncertainty and change is healthy, not the kind that immediately loses its marbles and makes mere suggestions out to be a big and horrid deal that threatens to ruin the day. They really revel in the trust that you have in them, which in turn makes them choose to be deserving of that trust every day.

06.

Soapy scribbles: If you're not in the right head space to hear mentions of abuse and trauma, I encourage you to leave this reading for another time. Take good care of yourself, ok? ♡

This one is heavy. Your person has a difficult history with abuse and addiction. Their previous lovers have been unstable and caused them a lot of grief. You're the polar opposite of their previous entanglements, and they are in awe of the fact something so gentle could touch their heart. For a long time they may have blamed themselves and thought they deserved these bad memories. They're hard on themselves and have a lot of guilt and shame for their past mistakes, and may have taken their past abuse as punishment they deserved. Of course they are wrong, and you help them see this.

You allow them room to grow. You're patient where others have given up on them or turned to verbal or even physical harm against them when they haven't performed quite to the standards set upon them. They may genuinely be shaken by your genuine kindness towards them and wonder what they did right to find an end to their darkness.

I must honestly say that I view their previous partners very poorly. You couldn't be more different than what they have seen before you came into their life. The difference is like night and day. You do not keep them walking on eggshells and do not shift from peace to war at the drop of a hat. You're generous with your time and you're understanding of their scars. They need not hide their pain from you lest you would use it against them.

Your presence in their life rewires so many things that were previously all tangled up by others before you. They're able to safely work out their difficulties and face their fears with you by their side. They take your advice and apply it knowing that they can trust you. You may fear dependency, but really I'm seeing them growing whole within themselves by your influence and becoming stronger and more independent as a result of your connection. It's much akin to a phoenix rising from the ashes. Like you found faintly glowing embers in the dark, stuck around quietly watching, and got a fiercly loyal and protective beast for seemingly just being a good person.

They're inspired by your own resilience and strength. Many of you may have been through very dark nights and dying embers too, and your survival story helps motivate them to pursue happiness as something they, too, deserve, and will do anything to return this favour to you for the stability you provided them when they needed it the most.

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whispereons · 8 months

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Oracle!Reader Part 16

Masterlist - Part 1, Part 15, Part 17

Warning! This is sagau imposter so expect some gore and manipulation this chapter! At least no death this time :D

Each step of your dirty shoes on the bare rocky terrain held more weight than Azhdaha's heart and soul. His body shuffled and shifted, resisting the urge to ram the barrier trapping him.

"Don't be so impatient, Azhdaha. You've waited for millennials, surely a minute for me to reach you is nothing." You slow your steps purposely to tease him with a deceivingly gentle smile.

The ground rumbles briefly as Azhdaha settles in place and rests his head on the ground. If he had fur instead of stone, you would believe he was just a giant dog.

"Forgive me your grace. The leylines I command are constantly blooming with power at your every step."

"Was it not the people of Liyue who harmed the leylines causing the events that led to your imprisonment here?" You ask, selecting your words carefully.

Red eyes carved from ruby stare at you as you stop right outside of the barrier surrounding his body. Not wanting to accidentally disable the barrier, you rest your hand on the closest pillar.

Pillars with the same design and origin of the one who was a little too late to save his dear friend from this fate.

"Was it not the ruler of those people that failed to reach you in time?"

"Even you, your grace, are aware of the shameful state I have been reduced to. Morax may have provided me with these defective eyes but at least now I can view your glorious prestige."

Surprisingly there is no rush of anger and violence in Azhdaha's movement and tone. He moves closer till his face is gently pressing against the Geo-decorated barrier.

"I beg of you, Creator of all things. Let me feel your skin, your warmth. The memories of my creation are lost to the erosion of time. Whether it be your hand or foot, I will adore it all the same. I am nothing but the groundskeeper to your playground called Tevyat."

A originally blind dragon has no need for eyelids so all he can do is gaze pleadingly at your silent form. Blue crystalline clink on the ground as it drops from his eyes as the silence persists. Even still you stare at him with a blank expression until his head is completely bowed to the ground.

An isolated dragon desperate for even the slightest bit of affection was like wet clay for you to mold to your liking. The only thing that ruined any plans you had for him was that dreaded erosion. You seriously doubted that he could stay calm and lie to match your facade the way Beisht can.

"Rest easy now, Azhdaha." Your hand moves through the yellow barrier, which thankfully doesn't deactivate it, to lay on his rocky forehead. "A dragon like you, who I have created with my own hand before this vessel, is not easily forgotten. Many of your brethren have perished before I could return."

Cupping what little of his wide, rough jaw, you tilt his head to stare up at you. A delicate expression with sadness and love swirling together is what paints your face. "You have done so well to persist this long, Azhdaha."

A loud roar of anguish is let loose as he tries to move further into your touch. Ignoring the threat of scraps, you pet his stony exterior with a smile.

"Your grace! Your holiness! Those words are what fuel my pitiful existence. The feel of your skin on this degraded body brings memories of my creation from the clutches of erosion."

Mindlessly stroking the weeping dragon, you think deeply on his words. 'Memories of my creation' is what he called it. Azhdaha was struggling at first due to the contrasting information from the eyes corrupted by the Gnosis and the leylines of Teyvat. All it took was your touch on his body for him to fully give in to you.

Perhaps the other dragon sovereigns and primordial beings will recognize you easily with your touch as well. Could it work on the Archons too?

"Are you okay, your grace? I know that day, you were injured due to my own careless ruling. I failed to control my subjects and you suffered from it. If death is my penalty for my negligence then I will accept it wholeheartedly."

The strange and unexpected words laced with guilt made you confused. Caressing the rugged layer of stone near his eyes to grab his attention, you ask carefully. "What do you mean by that?"

His tail lowers onto the ground as he speaks lowly. "Not long ago, the Geovishaps were making their rounds on maintaining the leylines when two hatchlings got lost."

Oh, you knew where this was going.

"When they dug back up to the surface, they were in the city. While trying to escape, they hurt someone. They hurt you." That last word is said with bubbling anger. Resisting the urge to yank your hands away from the dragon capable of turning into a volcano, you brush your hands further to distract him.

"Teyvat had already warned us elemental beings about someone injuring you with malicious intent. To feel the leylines in your area go into a frenzy from that incident made my blood boil. It's only fair that the perpetrator suffers the bare minimum consequences."

So, it wasn't Teyvat that had the hatchling kill the other. It was Azhdaha.

Despite the harsh truth that Azhdaha just admitted, your hands seemed to move on their own to keep Azhdaha subdued. You aren't necessarily scared of Azhdaha, you're just more cautious on how to approach leaving him.

You couldn't just teleport out, who knows how Azhdaha's battered and worship-obsessed brain would interpret it. You didn't need a bunch of Geovishap and Geovishap hatchlings chasing you throughout Liyue.

But the thought of returning back to the city takes less priority than your current one. A dragon one head scratch away from rolling over at your command is vulnerable to your words. Just what could you strip from Azhdaha for future use?

"Azhdaha, you love me don't you?" You ask it with a deceivingly shaky voice as your hands halt their stream of pets. His reaction is immediate.

His claws scratch the ground as he stands to his full height. Even still, his back hunches trying to keep himself respectful to your much smaller form. "My love for you will exist even after my death. Every Geovishap that roams this world and every leyline that reacts to your presence is proof of my love for you, beloved Creator."

A small, sad smile crosses your face at the words he utters with zeal. It was so easy to get his deteriorated brain to fall for your expertly crafted facade of vulnerability. It's not like he was your first or last victim to this 'side' of you.

School faculty couldn't turn a blind eye to the way you paled at the cost of lunch. Empathetic, heroic, and kind students wouldn't resist the urge to defend, tend to, or help you when any bullying started. Even strangers with bleeding hearts had no problem giving you food or money when you were a roaming teenager with nothing but a backpack.

The money you saved by not paying lunch almost always went straight to the locked box you had for when you would be inevitably moved to a new guardian. All the bullying incidents were helpful in making the other students invite and accept you into any group of your choosing. It's not like anyone would believe that meek and polite you could jump the bullies on their way home with a malicious smile and a blunt weapon, nor would a passing stranger that helped you be aware of the man and cat that you returned to completely contrasting the story you spun.

"Then you're willing to protect me, right? Ei, that Bakufu was intent on seeing me as an imposter. She tried to take my life right when I just returned. It's due to that, that I have to live in fear of this mask being removed."

Moving closer, you rest your forehead against his head, trembling in fear of the horrid memory.

"I'm sure if I arrived in Liyue instead of Inazuma, I would be able to walk on Teyvat with you proudly on the surface with me. You would protect me, you would fight for me. You would die for me, would you not? Dragons are known for their loyalty after all."

Azhdaha continuously repositions himself as he breathes heavily. There's no doubt he's torn between anger against Ei, happiness at your trust, and excitement at the prospect of being on the surface.

"You have my word, my grace. I would fight any enemy, defend any stronghold, obey any command you have for me. Simply relay your order and I will fulfill it to perfection. And if it pleases you, allow me the honor of destroying the Shogun for her unforgivable sins."

"But can you really protect me with those imperfect eyes?" Your words are spoken gently with a smile laced with sweet poison. "You are putting me in danger by using those corrupted eyes to watch over me. Do you not know why I crafted you without eyes?"

A sole finger touches the edge of the red jewel eyes as silence permanence the air. He doesn't flinch from the fleeting fingertips despite the slow unraveling of your intentions.

"Geo lifeforms that stay underground don’t have eyes as they have no need for it. And as thankful as I am that Morax provided you with eyes to enjoy the surface, it wasn't my original design for you."

Experimentally tapping his eyes and smiling at the crystalline texture, you speak with a low timber. "You were always meant to stay underground to properly care for the leylines. You didn't know it at the time, but accepting these eyes had the same effect as accepting Celestia's lies."

You let Azhdaha think deeply on your revelation as you pet the area around his eyes. The mere fact that he was contemplating it was a good sign, those eyes are proof of his contract with Morax after all.

"Your benevolence, are you requesting the destruction of my eyes?"

"Of course not, Azhdaha!" Laughing reassuringly, your fingers dig into the corner of his eyes ignoring the way he flinches in pain. "I'm commanding you to give me those eyes. I cannot bring you to the surface with me, so bringing a remnant of you will soothe my aching and lonely heart. It's convenient that those eyes prevent you from doing your job correctly too."

A low pained groan leaves his jaw as your other hand mimics the action of the former. Nails digging into his eye cavities, you feel the ruby eyes lift from the force. Azhdaha's body shakes, alerting you that you pushed him far enough. Releasing his eyes you take a step back to be out of the barrier in case he makes any attack.

"I once yearned to see the sun, that blazing ball of fire that lights up this world providing it with the warmth to live. All because I knew that you must shine even brighter than it. In those days of old, envy and despair consumed me as did the love and joy I felt being embraced in this world that you crafted. I know better now. I know that even without these eyes that I enjoyed from that traitor I once called my friend, I could still make out your glorious form. Every leyline on this planet shines like dull cobblestone in comparison to the gold figure that stands in front of me."

"I have no way to wretch these crystal eyes out of the unneeded cavities. Take them from me, your grace, take any part of my body that you desire. My sole regret is that I could not offer you my original body to pick from."

An excited smile stretches across your face with a heartfelt caress to the bridge of his nose. "Thank you Azhdaha, do not fret. The day that I craft you eyes worthy of the dragon you once were is near. Thank you for being such a good boy."

Despite the condescending tone to your last words that slipped out, Azhdaha still rejoices with the same fervor of a real dog. The tree tail wags slowly, revealing his happiness.

Carefully, you dig your nails into his right eye. It's heavy and hard to pull out. This would surely be easier using your sickle but you didn't want Azhdaha to feel even more pain. At least with you using your hands, he feels some comfort in your skin.

After a tough tug, the eye is finally out and stuffed haphazardly into your bag. Blue crystalline liquid coats your hands and flows from the now-empty cavity. Wiping it off on your clothes carelessly, you give Azhdaha a break by petting him.

"Just one more Azhdaha, then it'll be done." He leans into your touch without a single sound escaping him. You aren't fooled by that tough facade. He's silent in fear that speaking will only result in his pained cries.

The red jewel chips slightly as you dig it out of his head. Beads of clear blue roll down as you grit your teeth. It finally comes out and that trickle becomes a stream. Putting the eye into your bag, you peek at the now blind dragon.

A slow, continuous dribble of aqua crystalline stains his face as the cavities slowly stitch close. The cavities closing simultaneously are heard by the cracking and grinding of rocks. Azhdaha curls into himself from the pain but refuses to allow any sound escape him.

Your body moves on its own to hug the suffering dragon. Murmurs of praise and thanks leave your lips as the rocks creak louder and faster. The tear tracks left on his face stain your clothing blue yet you can't find it in yourself to care.

A selfish person, that's what you were to your core. There are no words you can use to justify what you have done to Azhdaha. You may never have the power to craft new eyes for him. You may not even live long enough to research how. Yet, you still manipulated him into giving it up. The bitter self-hatred and burning feeling of loathing yourself builds up inside you.

"As sad as I am to surrender my eyes, there is nothing that brings me greater joy than to be of use to you your grace. I will readjust to living without eyes."

Releasing him, you stare at his now-healed face. The cavities have been completely sealed shut as if there were never eyes to begin with. His voice is deep and rumbles softly.

"The leylines of this world relay to me more than elemental crystals shaped in the visage of eyes can."

The words do little to ease the guilt you feel for your cruelty but before you can do anything, a loud sound interrupts your thoughts. Frowning, you adjust your bag back onto your shoulders and look at the entrance to Azhdaha's lair.

It's silent and it only makes you more suspicious. Taking a few steps toward the lair's entrance, a glow behind you makes you whip around quickly. Azhdaha's body glows with white cracks throughout his body as he roars ferociously.

Backing up in confusion, you watch in disbelief as Azhdaha's body shrinks and compresses. Loud bangs echo from the lair entrance in sync with Azhdaha's deafening cry.

That loud bang is accompanied by the sound of the seal covering the entrance shattering. Deciding to focus on the unknown intruder first, you catch the sight of a tall figure walking with powerful steps toward you.

A sole amber eye is what catches your attention first.

Brown hair with glowing tips loosely drapes over an earthy-colored hanfu. Only a stub can be made out from inside one of the dark sleeves as the tall man looks at you with an emotionless expression.

"Zhongli. It sure is a surprise to see you here." Your mind spins as it tries to comprehend just why Zhongli was here. Azhdaha's unwavering roars, his missing eyes, just everything about this situation was suspicious.

His other arm, which thankfully hasn't been cut off, raises to cup your face. Gloved fingers are featherlight on your dusty cheek as you stare up at him with perplexion clear on your face. He leans closer to speak with unwavering confidence.

"Why did you leave?"

He's got to be kidding.

"Why wouldn't I leave? I wasn't interested in being a third wheel to your conversation with the Creator." You answer back with a disbelieving tone before getting startled at the slam of a hulking body hitting the ground.

"MORAX! How dare you reappear in my prison after all that you had done?! What audacity have you fostered that let you dare to touch the Creator?!"

Fuck

Shit, oh fucking hell.

Thousands of curses swarm your mind at Azhdaha's words, you keep your face in its confused expression as you run through any plan or excuse to survive.

"You're making Y/N uncomfortable with your insane claims, Azhdaha. They're an Oracle sent from the world the Creator is residing in." Zhongli is calm in his refute to Azhdaha's tantrum.

Pushing Zhongli's hand off your face, you turn to look at Azhdaha who is now much smaller. His stature is exactly like you saw when you played Genshin. That bright light must have not only degraded his body to the erosion-damaged body but his brain too. It's simply too suspicious that he became this wildly angry at Zhongli's presence.

Looking up at Azhdaha with sad eyes and a kind voice you speak gently, as if trying to soothe the dragon with no idea of what he claimed.

"I know my presence is similar to the Creator due to my otherworldly origin, but I'm really just Y/N. The erosion must be so painful that it even brought you down to this point. The creator hasn't forgotten you, I can promise that."

Zhongli frowns as Azhdaha tries to refute you. "NO! Don't you see, your grace?! That traitor is merely trying to keep you from reaching your full glory to keep you to himself!"

"How can you say that when you can't see at all?" Zhongli's voice is chilly as he places his gloved hand on your shoulder. His grip is tight and you try to step away. He doesn't budge and merely pulls you closer to him.

"Solidify!" The familiar line is yelled before a dome-like shield completely covers you and Zhongli. Your confusion on his action is answered when rocks from the ceiling start to rain on the shield. His hand positions your head to look back at him.

"Why won't you look at me Y/N? Do you still hold bitterness against me for my doubts against you? I was proven wrong utterly and completely, I apologize for my rudeness."

His voice is pleading and his lips tug down into a sad frown. You really can't understand why Zhongli's just ignoring all the suspicious things in this situation. Was the attachment acolytes feel towards you already affecting him this strongly?

"I'm not mad at you. Sure, it was annoying that you kept suspecting me despite all my efforts but you do believe me now after sacrificing so much. Actually, just what and how much did you offer? The sky lit up quite a few times."

An excited smile graces his lips as he takes a step closer to you, but unexpectedly sways making you grab his arm in worry. He laughs gently before speaking.

"After I noticed your disappearance, I gave as many offerings of my body as I could. Not only as my repentance toward the Creator but also as an apology to you."

Your eyes trail down his change of clothes. The hanfu is black with brown, gold, and white parts to it. The Geo symbol sign is clearly stitched into the inner robe.

"Is that why you have a change of clothes and are swaying so much? Be honest and tell me what part of your body you gave."

With closed eyes and shaky breaths, he places your hand on the top of his head. His hair is ticklish to your bare palms. "This human body wasn't nearly enough to make an impactful offering. But my Exuvia is adequate for our beloved creator. Naturally, my horns were the first to go."

The slight nub you feel between his locks must be the stump from his horns. You aren't sure whether to be sick or amazed. But Zhongli doesn't stop there, he takes advantage of your bewilderment and takes hold of your other hand.

"My spines were the next to be cut off. Those jagged ambers were more helpful for flying than anything else." His head nuzzles your hand on his hair as he takes your other hand to the spine of his back. You can feel the ridges of the amber remnants.

"My tail was in a similar position, useless in my current form. If only they didn't bleed so much. If the creator took any longer to accept my offering, I would have passed out from blood loss."

Even more worried about his physical state, you try to pull your hand away from his back and graze his side making him hiss in pain. He's quick to grab hold of it again and press it deeper into his side. Your jaw drops as he groans in pain and gives you a pained smile.

"I severed my claws yet got no response. I really believed I would have to stop at that point but I remembered another draconic part of my body that I could offer."

Your eyes filter between his happy and pained smile and the hanfu that was starting to blossom with red. Just where the fuck was he going with this?

"My skin, or rather, my scales were still in my body. Each clink of the scales as they were torn or cut out of my body may have left me lightheaded from the gushing wounds. But nothing could compare to the feeling of the Creator accepting me."

Blinking in pure shock, your mind struggled to comprehend the mere insanity of his actions. You were joking about him having the possibility of sewing his mouth shut from finding his idle annoying. This motherfucker would actually do it!

Zhongli takes your reaction, or rather lack of reaction, in stride with him pulling you closer to him. Your hands rest on his body to not be pressed against him but that only has him wincing in pain. He stubbornly holds you closer as you cringe from the feeling of wet blood seeping through his hanfu and onto your skin and clothes.

"Stop. Doesn't this hurt you? Just how long will it take you to heal, let alone regain those dragon features?" Asking him with the purpose of distracting him, you speak in a rush. He merely hums as his arms stay around you firmly.

"Elemental beings like myself will always recover. I'm exceptionally strong with my status as an Archon, I'll be fully healed within a month at most."

You couldn't even linger on the idea that in a single month, he would be completely back to normal. The ground shook as more and more rocks fell on the shield. You couldn't stay trapped in Zhongli's embrace, at this rate you couldn't even stay in Liyue for much longer.

The slight sway of his movements, the slow speech pattern, and the rising of his body temperature permeating through his clothing gave you an idea.

Halting your resistance to his hold, your hands trail up his clothing with a pitiful smile. Rough and dirty hands from all the hardship you faced to get here cup his face enhancing the contrast of his smooth skin. His eyes immediately close at the contact with a deep rumbling sound coming from his chest.

"Still, it must be painful. Not just physically but mentally too. You have gained and lost so much over your lifetime. I have no doubt that it won't stop here. Just stay strong a little longer, won't you? Be patient till the Creator arrives and rewards you properly."

Zhongli's features soften till his eyes droop and his lips tremble. His full vulnerability is on display as he nuzzles into your palms shamelessly.

"Just what kind of ability do you possess? Young as you are, your ability to perceive and empathize with feelings is beyond your years. Do not stress for me, I have already been awarded by the Creator."

You frown slightly at his last words, not fully grasping at what his 'reward' from you was. The sacrificial method? The artifacts and weapons? He smiles at your confusion with half-lidded eyes.

Grasping your hands, he brings them closer to his mouth and kisses your knuckles with a smoldering grin. You aren't completely sure whether the pink decorating his cheeks is from embarrassment or a fever from his injuries.

"What greater reward than an Oracle sent from our God to soothe my soul?"

Suddenly you don't like where this is going. The thundering sound of rocks being thrown agrees with you.

"As fellow devoted servants to the Creator, should we not join in union? Marriage is a contract till death does us part after all."

There's no way this was happening. You were not getting proposed in a basement with a raging dragon just a few feet away from you.

Sensing your hesitation, Zhongli continues to speak with a romantic timber as he places a kiss on your palm.

"This may be sudden but I can assure you that I'll take care of you. I'll protect, provide, and love you as the closest person to our beloved creator. You may not love me now but just being from a different world has caused many problems for you. You are the only person who can match the amount of devotion I hold to our creator."

If this was a true confession of love at first sight or any other extremely fluffy trope, you would seriously contemplate saying yes. He wasn't wrong about your life being much easier with him by your side.

But it instantly died when he revealed that it was from you being such a strong believer and being the most intimately connected to the creator. It killed any romantic prospect of the situation. All you felt was dread and a longing to just leave.

You truly hope that he was only saying this shit from the blood loss getting to him. The annoyed expression you wear isn't even covered up, letting Zhongli see it plainly. His affectionate expression breaks and his lips part to ask you something but it's cut off by a bang.

It seems Azhdaha unknowingly agreed to break you out as a rock finally breaks the dome shield that had been protecting you all this time.

"Succumb to my fury Morax! Not even addressing the creator properly during your whole conversation is a disgrace to the Geo element and dragons alike!"

Wrath seemed to have consumed Azhdaha enough that one of the pillars of the barrier broke. Zhongli summons his spear and walks past you to stand protectively in front of you.

"Do not fret Y/N, I'll subdue Azhdaha so that he does not cause any more problems. Permanently." You absolutely did not want that but at the same time, you really wanted to escape this whole situation.

Azhdaha is going insane, Zhongli's bound to realize what you had taken from Azhdaha, and the duo of women are bound to get closer from the activity. That's not even counting how close this cave seemed to be from collapsing.

"Azhdaha is still the creator's loyal creation! He may have deteriorated from the erosion that you failed to prevent, but don't kill a loyal and faithful follower like him!"

Hitting Zhongli with such a sharp remark, you watch his deadly glare weaken. Azhdaha begins to make careless attacks toward Zhongli's vicinity which, unfortunately, you're still in.

Picking you up with ease, Zhongli dodges the many attacks and stops near the lair's exit. Azhdaha does his best to give chase but isn’t much of a threat in that size.

Setting you down and wiping away the small pieces of rock from your face, Zhongli gazes at you warmly.

"You should return to Liyue Harbor. I'm sure many things require your attention considering how much trouble you seem to get into. And when we meet again, I expect an answer to my question."

Trying to ignore his last words, you wave to him before he jumps back into battle with Azhdaha. As soon as his back is turned you book it out of the lair. Leaving the small cave entrance the night sky shines above you.

Thousands of stars shimmer as you stand in silence. It felt good to have a break from everything going on below ground. Walking slowly your eyes gradually climb up the Dragon-Queller tree trunk to admire its full beauty.

It seems you were correct in assuming that the crystalline blue glowed brighter at night. The cerulean-colored branches pulsed with an eye-catching glimmer. The orange leaves blew in the night air as the pink petals of the flowers below you swayed.

You spot a familiar-looking constellation in the sky that seemed to twinkle for your attention. Lapis Dei, Zhongli's constellation, was lit up by four points. It was pretty incredible that you went from a C0 to C4 in a matter of hours.

But, just what effect did constellations have on characters other than making them stronger? It was closely connected to your creator power so it must be important outside of the game. Would whatever effect it have differ between humans and archons?

What would have happened if you had gotten Zhongli to C6 before coming here?

Setting those lingering questions aside, you gaze up at the Dragon-Queller tree one more time before bringing up your game screen. You've finally witnessed everything about this area giving you a sense of satisfaction.

Creak

The sound makes you pause and lift your head up from the screen in confusion. It's silent for a few moments until Teyvat bombards your mind with a sense of something going wrong.

CRACK

Ice. Lots and lots of ice spring up from the ground circling around your feet. Quickly moving back from the ice, a sharp and cold solid spike tears through your calves. A cry of pain leaves you as you stop in place. Red drops of blood stain the spikes of ice that impaled you.

Did it break your bones? Was it an important muscle for running? If you pulled it out, would you lose too much blood?

Those thoughts swirled in your mind as the pain blinded you from the fact that Teyvat never stopped warning you.

Keeping a hand to your heart trying to slow your breathing and push down the rising sobs, you focus on what you can do now. But it's already too late. Something glints in the distance and a swish of air is heard before pain blooms from your chest.

Scalding water leaves boils on the right side of your chest as an arrow stays embedded into it. Tears of pain and anger stick to your eyelashes as you carefully move your head trying to spot the woman.

You knew Yelan and Shenhe were somewhere here. Even with the tears sliding down your mask, your lips were curled into a defensive snarl.

The small breaths you let out don't feel wet or painful, therefore your lungs are unharmed. Yelan had the skill and power to hit your lungs if she desired. This means she wants to speak to you, she wants some information you have.

She won't kill you yet.

Commanding Teyvat to show you where they were hiding, you blink sluggishly at the elemental sight being activated. Teyvat creates a path of Anemo leading to two separate points making you smile through the pain.

"Yelan, Shenhe. Shouldn't you both at least reveal yourself when taking a hostage?"

There's no need to play dumb at this point. They already suspect and harmed you to the point where it just wouldn't be smart to act ignorant.

After a beat, both women leave their respective hiding spots and make their way to you. Yelan is relaxed with an easygoing gait showing that she has all the time in the world. Shenhe is more ferous in her approach, weapon on hand, and a dangerous glint in her eyes.

Except Shenhe begins to sprint at you once you lock eyes with her. Despite the rapid thumping of your heart at her stance, you stay still not wanting to show that you could escape when needed.

As expected; Yelan grits her teeth in annoyance and activates her skill to catch up to Shenhe. Shenhe is just a few feet away from you, her spear is held out prepared to slash when she's pulled back by Yelan's lifeline. A sigh of relief escapes you as you slump into place.

"Not yet Shenhe, I need them alive for my job first. Afterwards, you can kill them as you please." Dropping Shenhe from her lifeline Yelan sighs in exhaustion.

Shenhe doesn't react much to Yelan's attitude. Merely brushing off the dust and repositioning her weapon while watching you.

"Eyes over here Y/N." The sound of your name from Yelan's lips catches your attention. She smirks at your wary glance and spins her bracelet. "Why don't you and I have a little chat?"

It's done! This one didn't take as long since I have been getting settled into school. If everything is cool and I'm fast then I could finish a chapter every weekend. But let's be honest. I'm far too unlucky for that. This was edited by my annoying dear editor @serpent-benediction . Don't pay attention to him tho. That was mostly a joke! I know the Zhongli cutting limbs wasn't as much as one would think since he goes around without his dragon features most of the time anyway. I just couldn't find a good reason on him cutting off his legs and still managing to fight Azhdaha. So, I hope everyone isn't too disappointed by that and can enjoy the most yandere character so far! Personally, I would not accept that marriage proposal. But now we get to focus on Yelan and Shenhe! I've taken great care to keep Yelan's intention very vague, but I think those that have read her story have a good idea on why she's here. The next chapter should be quite exciting! Taglist - remember if you're username is in italics, that means I couldn't tag you! @vvyeislazzy, @nikqi, @the-dumber-scaramouche, @etherisy, @yourlocalstranger123, @ra404, @iruiji, @goldenglow149, @haru-tofuu, @lsleepysimpl, @bebobeboben, @yuyuzi-ling, @amidst-the-tempest, @resident-cryptid, @mxd1zzy, @mochicurls21, @nervouseaglelover, @thedevioussmirk, @yumuramma, @kwqsla, @undecidingfate, @ehjane, @game-savvy, @akiramirae, @liansh3ng, @fluffy-koalala, @formacoon, @sxftiebee, @khxii-i, @ursinaw, @chuuya-brainrot, @sweetbills, @kazuchaos, @snowfoxnix, @bluebelony, @shellofthewell, @pencil-of-ashes, @ghostlyintervention, @taiformaifoe, @goaudduck, @carminerin, @maddysflowers, @zenith-of-all-zenith, @crazydreamcat, @leafanonsforest, @grimreapersscythe, @leylanx, @sapphireknown, @help-whatdoimakemyusername, @zhonglisfruityass, @mer0n37, @victoria1676, @mochinessss, @sinnful-darling, @emilymikado, @pix-stuff, @esthelily, @luxie963, @emmbny, @millienolife @kbar1013, @xxblackroses623xx, @chxrlxtteee, @aludicpoet, @yandematic, @atrcclovsxoxo, @0lshadyl0, @esthelily, @t-rex-red, @ck123, @steadybreadbluebird, @118gremlin, @stratonia

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Humans are Weird — Fever

We literally heat up to cook our bodies when we can't ward off things with our immune cells, and there's a VERY slim margin for what's healthy vs what's not. If you'd like to skip the context portion scroll down to the second set of emdashes

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For some quick context, I use some consistent concepts and variations of time words under the impression there's a unified, simplified time scale in an intergalactic universal community

Shifts are 10 hours with hour lunches

There's 3 parts to every species day — Work, Relax, and Sleep — all 10 hours

Diurnal aliens including most humans are working in the mornings, relaxing in the evenings, and sleeping at night

Crepuscular aliens are working in the evenings, relaxing at night, sleeping in the morning

And Nocturnal aliens are working at night, relaxing in the morning, and sleeping in the evening

The clock is from 01:00 — 30:00 (simple 30 hour days for an even number and more leisure time) and rolls over to 01:00 from 30:59 with 01:00 being the roll over from night to morning

Time Increments

Seconds = Instants

Minutes = Moments

Hours = Periods

Days = Cycles

Weeks = Phases

Months = Stages

and Years = Terms

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Temperature Rising

Diverse biomes and work sectors began to stir to life, as the many species stationed upon the Integrated Vessel Ro’Vanna responded to the coming shift change. The Universal Timepiece, standard across the known universe, finally struck 0100 Cycles, the nocturnal species like the Umborra and Nostro eager to spend their recreational hours peacefully, while Diurnal species like the Shal’Dorei and newly integrated Humans were waking to begin another productive morning.

Qin, the most well known Troqir aboard and one of its select Charters, rushed to his station in the hub of the Astrometry Center, cranial crests flaring with an eagerness that to most of his crewmates would otherwise go unnoticed. Ready to start his shift as soon as his posterior hit the chair, the rather tall and muscular humanoid gracelessly plopped down, emitting quite the noise as he got started. Other species present had their full attention focused on their tasking at hand, not a single thought or care thrown to his quite hasty entrance to his station. Several crystalline scales in the crook of his neck iridesced at the thought of his companion joining him soon, his thoughts anywhere but the latest mapping data coming up on his Virtual HUD. Time passed quickly at first, the sturdy man pointing metallic fingers to different notifications that needed immediate attention, adjusting calculations to chart the next few thousand Cargo routes as he went. After roughly 14.5 moments, though, he turned to search for his oddly quiet coworker to notice that the Human had made no attempt to join him this morning, the thought causing a darker color to glisten across his crystal scaling.

He’s late.

Why is he late?

He specifically stated last night he’d “see me soon.”

He’s never this late.

For the first time in his life, Qin was completely out of focus. Several happy-go-lucky phases — human parlance, not his own — had enveloped him, exchanging his stark Troqir logicality for Human whimsy and curiosity. His work tempo was slower and uncoordinated, an unfamiliar feeling coalescing into the turbulent color shifts across his luminescent scales. Every instant that passed on the cargo vessel's timekeeper seemed to lurch at an uneven pace, a deepening pit forming at the base of his abdomen. For four and a half painstaking periods, Qin swallowed his personal thoughts to gain some form of traction on his workload, swallowing emotion as all of his people were taught and opting for diligent productivity, until - finally - the release of his allotted Nutrition Period arrived. There was no moment spared as his dense footfalls rushed towards his companions quarters, his focus unbroken as the ceiling dropped from 4 meters to a much tighter 2.4m. Qin, at just under 2.2 meters, absentmindedly ducked to overcompensate, having quickly become accustomed to this section and its many distinctions after quite a few visits.

There at last, the tall, silvery man reached what was worth looking for, a door which read in standard human language,

Room 152

Aspen Wright

With the slightest shake in his hand, Qin formed his digits into a fist to knock.

Knocking… he thought, quite the odd custom, but like many human practices, this was the most respectful of his companion’s personal space and time. For several instants, the silence in the Human Sector’s Hall allowed him no sweet mercy, the lone alien man uncertain what to do as his weight shifted back and forth between his feet, a metal clang ringing out with each motion. Thankfully, a digital projection finally slid across the width of the door, Entry Permitted, displayed in large English typeface.

Thank the Fathers and Mothers for universal translation.

With the invitation obvious and a rather low duck through the smaller door, Qin entered into the darkened room — the simulated window turned off, the curtains drawn, clothes strewn across the floor, and strange devices and pill capsules laid upon the table — not even the so-called “fairy lights” lit the quarters he had become so accustomed to. The Troqirian’s own voice came quieter than he expected, as he rasped out, “Aspen? Are you there?” A strange groan followed, then silence, then- a weary voice.

“Q-,” a cough, “Qin?”

“Y-yes… it is I, I am present,” a facepalm.

“Oh, this is a-” more coughing, “a surprise. Aren’t you on Lunch Break sweetie?”

For a moment, the light from Qin’s Luminescent Scales - ones at his nape, a few at his crests, even the ones on his exposed digits - shined brighter than before, a rainbow of colors flowing across their surface at the thought of being a “sweetie”, before taking a dim, solemn purple. “I- yes, but when you did not show up promptly 15 moments late after last night's recreation I- I began to worry. Lateness? Normal to an extent. Absence??? Abnormal, even for you… Did I… do something wrong? Did our meetings and leisure time make work uncomfortable for you?”

For his first time that entire cycle, Aspen bolted upright with a purpose, but immediately regretted it as a wave of dizziness caused the room to spin around him before he fell the wrong direction, right out of his bed into the floor.

The sight startled Qin, having no frame of reference where the human man was until now, “Fathers and Mothers! Aspen, are you injured!?”

With a weak chuckle and the groan of even more pain, he responded in turn, “I’m fine, I’m fine… I’m sorry to worry you, you never make me uncomfortable dear, I’m just a bit [under the weather] today.” Another small laugh came, and then he continued, “I was trying to tell you that, and I- I must’ve moved too fast… everything is- ugh everything is spinning. Could you help me back into bed?”

Frantic to assist, Qin’s larger form - clumsy in the smaller space, helped lie the smaller, lighter human in his nest, placing his head upon the pillow. Once situated, he covered the small man, as many human’s liked, and noticed his skin far hotter to the touch than normal, homeostatic balance oddly off. “Damn translator…” a joyous light crossing his scales as he used the human swear as he’d been taught, “for whatever reason the English to Troqirian dictionary hasn’t found a suitable translation for your imprecise speech… Could you please explain?”

“Ah, thank you for the lift, love.” Settling for an instant, eyes closed and his head on the pillow, Aspen pondered with a clouded, slow mind, trying to search for the words as his body ached and caught a chill. “... uh- an English idiom of common use in my native tongue… it’s like… to feel sick, to be unwell. I didn’t go to my work shift today because I’m too sick to go… I’m- I’m sorry I didn’t contact you to say something, this fever is really kicking my ass.”

Fever? What in the Cradles was a Fever?

“Ah… Fever- yes. Hmm, and that is… The translator states you have an elevated temperature? You were hot to the touch, hot because you’re currently ill, or ‘under the weather’ as it were?” Pondering his line of thinking, Qin couldn’t help but attempt to puzzle it together, his evolved logic center placing presented data together to reach understanding.

Why is his temperature so elevated? He… he’s too hot… His temperature felt at least 311.8°K through my temperature cells… Humans are on average 310.2°K and their species exhibits signs of death at temperatures of 315°K or more… Fathers and Mothers that’s far too close. That is far too close.

Startling Aspen’s tired eyes open, the large metallic man started in with question after question, “How are you okay? You were perfectly normal yesterday. You’re temperature is far too elevated! Are you dying? Do you need emergency services? I can call the Human Physician on board! I can, I can, I-”

“Stop. It is gonna be okay. This- uh this is a normal human response to various pathogens our immune system is unable to combat with its defense cells, so we get hotter and hotter to try to kill the invader before it can do too much damage. I’ve already spoken to the captain and the doctor and I was given some things to bolster my strength while I attempt to naturally ride out my fever. It’s gonna be okay Qin, I’m gonna be okay. The fever just has to kill the pathogen and it’ll break on its own.”

For several quiet moments Qin sat in disbelief at such a process. Actively breaking their delicate homeostasis for an illness? Their specialized cells unable to do it on their own??? He found himself running his digits through his smaller companions' hair as he pondered. He looked so weak, so small, so… precious.

Breaking the deathly silence with a few coughs, Aspen shuddered from his fever chills, squinting to the light of Qin’s scales before smiling to himself, “I can see your scared glow through my eyelids, Qin, I promise I’m okay… though the comforting touch is nice.”

“Well your eyelids are thin layers containing Keratin and Collagen, it's a miracle your species is alive…”

A laugh, somewhat stronger this time, escaped Aspen’s lips as he smiled again, “And yours have thick metallic plates and the most beautiful glowing scales I’ve ever seen. What about it?”

A hot reddish-pink overtook the Troqir’s luminescent features as he realized what power the smaller man held over him. The power to care. The power to worry. The power to be emotionally honest, something found few and far between his own people.

The power to be bold.

“Th-they’re beautiful, you… are beautiful, Aspen… I’m sorry I haven’t said it sooner. You always try to make advances on me, and I always try to deflect them with feigned ignorance.”

Slowly, the small human man scooted to leave some room next to himself in the bed, the blanket moving and leaving him even colder than he already was, “Please… could you stay with me a while longer… could you… could you cuddle me to keep me warm?”

The pink glow wouldn’t cease for some time, as the giant of a man laid down on the small bed and wrapped his warm silvery arms around his companion, a small humming noise coming from deep in his throat like a pur. Aspen snuggled close to stifle his chills, overjoyed to know his feelings were reciprocated. Feeling the radiant heat from his alien partner, he drifted into peaceful sleep for the first time that awful sick day.

#humans are weird #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #humans are space australians #writing #original character #humans in space #lgbtqia #gay men #gay aliens #romance #fluff #original post #original story #weakconstruct #gayconstruct

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blues824 · 1 year

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Here With Me - Lilia Vanrouge x Reader

YOU SIMPS WON. FOR THAT REASON THIS HAS SOME MAJOR ANGST

@roxanavanrouge2400 gave me an idea that I took inspiration from. Thanks, bestie!

The song is Here With Me, by d4vd.

Lilia Vanrouge

He was a very old fae with a lot of history behind him, but what a lot of people don’t know is that he had a spouse. You were his beloved Y/N, and you both first met when you were placed under his command. You quickly rose through the ranks and became his lieutenant. Unfortunately, along the way, you both made too many enemies and one of them got to you.

Now, you were but a distant memory to Lilia.The spouse of Vanrouge was no more, and Mr. Vanrouge was a widower. Not even Malleus remembers what you look like, which was a sad reality. Silver never got a chance to see his would-be-adoptive parent.

Even though it has been centuries, he still remembers the sound of your voice and the feeling of your hands in his. He may not remember your face clearly as your image has been weathered after so many years, he will always remember your wedding day.

It was a joyous occasion for all who attended, and it was the majority of the Briar Valley. That wasn’t uncommon, though, since Lilia was a very decorated general and you were his lieutenant. The two of you were “as thick as thieves, but as strong as heroes”, as per the words of the Queen.

Lilia sighed a heavy, melancholy sigh as he laid in his bedchambers in the Diasomnia dormitory. He looked at his desk where a framed picture stayed, and it was a photo of the portrait of the two of you on the aforementioned day. More memories started flooding into his head.

For example, your wedding attire. It was black, as per the custom of the Briar Valley, and you looked ravishing. In fact, as the bat fae saw you walking down the aisle, one of the many thoughts that went into his head was that he couldn’t wait until you both were in the privacy of your new home, if you know what I mean.

He quickly snapped out of it, seeing that it was very late at night and that he had some early classes the next day. The ex-general liked to keep a sharp sleep routine on school days so that he could lead his ‘sons’ by example. Plus, he needed to be energized if he was going to carry out his duty as Malleus’s guardian.

But once he entered the sweet abyss we call ‘sleep’, he was met by you. You looked happy to see him, and he was definitely very happy to see you. However, he knew that it wasn’t real. It never would be. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t indulge himself this one time, so he ran into your arms.

At that moment, he knew he would never want to wake up as long as you were there, and he wanted to be selfish and actually go through with it. However, there were people who depended on him and it just made him sadder to see you. You could sense it, and pulled away to hold his face.

“What are you doing here, darling?” He asked.

“You called for me.” Oh, your voice was exactly how he remembered it. “But I do have to leave soon.”

“Please don’t! I’m not ready to let you go…” He exclaimed desperately.

“Alright, my love. I will give you one last dance. Be wise in choosing,” you gave him a wink as you led him to a few records. Some of them were classics, and some were more modern songs. Each of them were about keeping someone close to you because you love them so much.

He selected a modern one that he enjoyed, and he took the record out of the sleeve and put it into the gramophone. The song started playing, and Lilia made his way to you and bowed down while extending his hand to you… just like he had on your wedding day.

You placed your hand in his, causing him to pull you into his chest. He was in his more mature form, so he was taller than usual. He looked around a bit as the music started, and he recognized your surroundings; it was your wedding venue. It was exactly the same, save for you being alone.

Then the lyrics started up:

Watch the sun rise along the coast

As we’re both getting old

I can’t describe what I’m feeling

He wasn’t even paying attention to the words. He was just happy to be back in your arms once again. He missed the feeling so much, and he hadn’t realized it until now. Upon looking again, you both were back in your wedding attire, and you looked just as dazzling as you did then.

And all I know is we’re going home

So please don’t let me go, oh

Don’t let me go, oh-oh-oh

You both had started swaying side-to-side, getting used to the melody of the very sad song. You knew exactly why he chose this one to dance to, but you knew that you couldn’t stay. No magic was strong enough to bring you back, and your soul needed rest.

And if it’s right

I don’t care how long it takes

As long as I’m with you

I’ve got a smile on my face

Lilia gently let you go and spun you around, only to bring you back into him. He did indeed have a smile on his face, but it wasn’t the happy one that you remember seeing at your wedding. No, it was a smile that was trying to hide pain so that he could savor his last few moments with you.

Save your tears, it’ll be okay

All I know is you’re here with me

Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

The feeling of his dearly departed spouse wiping the flowing tears away was one that brought him both comfort and anguish. He closed his eyes, trying to memorize the way your touch upon his face felt. For a former soldier, your hands were gentle and kind, and he let out a huff of laughter at the thought.

Watch the sunrise as we're getting old, oh-oh

I can't describe, whoa-oh

That’s when he noticed that your surroundings were changing once again. It wasn’t a different scene, it was that everything was fading away in sparks. His grip on you tightened, fearful of the prospect of you fading away as well.

“I wish I could live through every memory again

Just one more time before we float off in the wind”

He whispered the lyrics so that only you would hear, not that it mattered anyway since you two were the only ones there. The entirety of the background faded away, and the trail of your wedding outfit was breaking off piece-by-piece into butterflies. You seemed to be going at a much slower rate than everything else, so Lilia knew that time was running out.

And all the time we spent

Waiting for the light to take us in

Have been the greatest moments of my life

Both of you leaned in so that your foreheads were touching. Tears streamed down both of your faces in a beautiful but sorrowful way. You didn’t want to leave, but you knew that you had to so that he could move on.

The butterflies were nearing your waist, but you were still moving back and forth as your husband led you in the small dance. It was very out of character to hear the sniffles and sobs coming from him, and it only broke your heart even more.

I don't care how long it takes

As long as I'm with you, I've got a smile on my face

Save your tears, it'll be okay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay-ay-ay-ay

Now, the two of you were aware that faes were not immortal. You would meet Lilia again once he has passed over. However, that wouldn’t be for a very long while. As much as he would love to continue dancing with you in the afterlife, he had 3 boys to look after.

What was left of you was your shoulders up. Your beloved took a long look at you, hoping to preserve you in his memory until his last breath. But, he could tell that this would be like any dream: he would forget just a few moments after he woke up. You quickly pulled him into a long and deep kiss, hoping to convey each word you wanted to say through that act of affection.

Yeah, if with me

Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

I can't describe, oh, oh

In just a few moments, he was left kissing air. What was left of you was a single black butterfly, which resembled the type of fae you were. It flapped its wings a little as it was perched on the bridge of his nose. It was your final goodbye.

“Old man!” Silver shouted.

Lilia quickly sat up in his bed, disoriented until he spotted his dear son. He let out a shaky sigh of relief before quickly wiping the stray tear from his eyes. The memory of his dream quickly came flooding back into his mind, and he quickly went to write it down so that he would never forget, all-the-while Silver was confused as to what his father was doing.

#twst #twst x reader #twst x reader angst #disney twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia #twst lilia #twst lilia vanrouge #twst lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #diasomnia #diasomnia x reader

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sapphickocho · 10 months

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What if, instead of Amane finding Muichiro and Yuichiro, Kokushibo finds the twins first?

☾ A Tokito Traitor Au ☀

What if Kokushibo heard whispers of his descendants whereabouts and is interested to see where his family line has gone, and to see if he should end it once and for all. However when he arrives at their house, he finds Yuichiro on the brink of death and Muichiro who is holding his own against a demon. Impressed by his skills, Kokushibo effectively kills the demon and saves Yuichiro before he looses too much blood. He is very much intrigued by them, and Muichiro sees him as their savior figure which gives him an opening to properly manipulate them.

At first he want to turn them into demons immediately, since they do not seem threatened by his appearance. He even convinces them that being a demon is better then being human and that the demon that attacked them were not representative all demons and that demons like him did not eat human flesh because he was one of the chosen strong ones, uncorrupted. Yuichiro especially falls for that because therefore his arm can regenerate and he can protect his brother forever. However after Muichiro mentions Amane, and her offering them to join the demonslayer corps, Kokushibo decides to train them as slayers to infiltrate the corps as spies. By then both of the twins live with Kokushibo and see him as a second father figure, almost completely trusting him. Sadly the twins will not learn mist breathing, but instead Kokushibo trains them in moon breathing. Muichiro is able to master it, while Yuichiro struggles with only one arm, and instead creates a form known as eclipse breathing that works only for his body.

Muzan allows them to kill as many demons as they want to enter the final selection because he sees them as expendable, despite absolutely despising Kokushiobo's new set of twins. especially Muichiro, who reminds him too much of Yoriichri. Meanwhile Kokushibo is drawn to them because they subconsciously also remind him of his twin brother, even though he would never admit it. I do not think they would be able to become hashira, or at least not in less then six months like the original canon because Muichiro does not have his rage from his brother dying and Yuichiro, well, does not have his arm which is hard the adjust too, so they would be part of the kamaboko squad. Still they succeed to sabotaging many of the corps missions, causing the lives of many slayers.

Muichiro cant help but feel guilty, but he is loyal to Kokushibo (not Muzan, just him.) and the reward for trading information is that Kokushibo will give his blood so they can become demons like him. However in truth, unlike Yuichiro, he has no desire to become a demon. Soon he makes friends in the corps, with the other hashira and his fellow peers like Tanjiro and Genya. Soon, he begins to have a moral dilemma for betraying his friends. Therefore, Muichro begins to see the lies that Kokushibo has spun and is suddenly torn between two sides of people that he cares for.

I mean I just love the idea of bad guys becoming accidental parents. I think it'd be interesting to see how different they'd become due to not only being raised by a demon, but one who's morals were from 300 so years ago. old timey Tokito twins, would be kinda funny.

And imagine if they get invited to uppermoon meeting? Imagine how chaotic that would would be?

Akaza: Listen, you guys are too young for this. Kokushibo is not good with kids. Blink twice if you need help and I will get you both out of here.

Muichiro and Yuichiro: *continues to stare at him unnervingly without breaking contact*

Douma: Awww how cute Kokushibo I didnt know you had kids. They even have your eyes! who is the mother-

Koku: No

And

Kokushibo holding both of the twins upside down: I'm a single mother now

I just think all the uppermoons would be glorified babysitters for them and I cant help but think it would be hilarious seeing them all interact.

those two fighting some high-up demon, which obviously takes a while, only for the two to randomly stop cuz "dad said to be home by 10 or dinner will get cold". Just Kokushibo, being known as the worst father playing the role of father AGAIN.

Kokushibo to the twins: I am your great great great great great ancestor so just call me dad.

We just know the twins would talk shit about all the upper moons to there FACES and wont give two shits because that was just how they were raised. But not kokushibo-he could ground them.

(Anyway this Au has been consuming my mind lately so expect a fanfic coming out soon)

I mean Muichiro wont be the only one having a dilemma, what happens when Kokushkibos apathy starts to crack-and he begins to care for the twins?

#Kokushibo: I'm not like normal parents i'm a cool dad #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #muichiro tokito #kny au #kokushibou #yuichiro tokito #muichirou #kny muichiro #kny incorrect quotes #my wrtitng #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #muichiro #kokushibo #upper moons #demon slayer #tokito traitor au

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Everytime I say to myself "im bisexual" i get this sense of deep guilt, and i just feel like crying flor some reason.

I know im not straight and i know im not a lesbian so the only logical conclusion is that I'm bi but i just dont feel like I am? I also dont feel like I'm allowed to have these feelings of struggle because i see people online say women are prtending to be bi for queer points so i feel like I'm overreacting you know.

Everytime I think of myself being in a relationship with a woman i feel a deep sense of shame.

I feel guilty like im a monster you know. I grew up in a homophobic country and only moved out like 3 years ago so i think maybe thats why ? Idk im just lost. I see people online just like being super happy about being lgb and im like why am I struggling? Im not supposed to feel this way. I feel like a fraud.

I was outed, kind of, I mean I wanst even sure i was bi but she told everyone and like my friends started behaving differently towards me and idk I just well first of all why did she tell people?? I didnt even know if i was into women i just wanst sure i wanted to make sense of it first i felt exposed in a way(dont worry my uni was chill so no physical harm or anyhting like thta)

Like that was my thing!! It was my fukcing thing and you don't get to tell people about it . Why did she do that. I know its not a big deal but now like if you ask me if im out i would say no ? Like no one knows im bi here in this new country.

Im rambling.

I have never said the word "im bisexual" out loud like ever

I'm going to give you permission about something you haven't specifically asked for, but in my wisdom I'm going to grant you this permission:

You don't have to know.

It's okay! You've moved, you're young, you're getting away from homophobia and finding new kinds of homophobia...that's too much stress, just stop worrying about it. So you don't know today, who cares? You'll figure it out. Maybe tomorrow, maybe in 50 years.

If it's causing you this amount of stress, and if all the voices of all these people in your head causing you doubt, then you aren't allowing yourself to discover by simply living. You're becoming a police officer in you head, and you're navel gazing as a form of punishment, and let me tell you, even if you were straight as ruler that wouldn't help you find love and fulfillment.

You're sexual orientation is something natural within you. So whatever feels natural, that's the truth of the matter. If you are trying to attack this as a thinking problem that needs solving, you just won't get there. Go out and party, go out and enjoy people's company, go set life goals and focus on them...and one day when you're not thinking about it you will meet someone you can't deny is the most lovely, beautiful person in the whole world and all you want to do is kiss them. And then you'll know.

This is about no one else but you. This is your sexual orientation, this is your life, and you don't need a peanut gallery weighing in. Fire your shitty friends if you have to. If people ask, you can say "I'm figuring it out" or even flat out say "that's none of your f*cking business." Or, if you want to be funny, pretend you have a very selective hearing problem.

Prioritize the things that you know are fulfilling you right now, and all the stuff you don't know yet will come back around in due time. This is true of love as it's true of everything else we obsess about. You don't have to know everything about yourself to be a good person.

Good luck, sis. Have fun smooching cuties, studying seriously, and enjoying the sun.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year

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RANT because I have to get this off my chest…

I doubt anyone will see this, because I don’t think my posts show on people’s pages but whatever.

and whether you agree with me or not, I don’t really give a fuck but this needs to be said, because this is my personal experience.

as someone that’s been on Tumblr for a few years now & in quite a lot of fandoms, I’ve never really experienced what I have since joining the HOTD fandom. and no it shouldn’t be reasoned with because I joined later AFTER the show aired, nor should it be because I’m a “small” blog. these bullshit excuses should not be the reason for being so fucking uninviting, period. why must I reiterate this…

most of the reason why I get turned off easily within the HOTD fandom is because of how often I see pages forming little cliques and being selective in their inclusivity. “oh but they’re my mutuals” okay great!!!

there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that, in fact I have met my own amazing people through this fandom that I would die for, and I encourage you to meet friends (side note - be careful online) but that doesn’t mean you have to strike out or ignore anyone that tries to initiate a conversation or shows support for your blog/work and for it to be not be reciprocated. you guys are so quick to talk about how difficult it is to be a fic writer and to appease people, and yet how exactly are you helping? like cmon I thought I left this shit in high school man, it’s just embarrassing now…

the mutuals I first met in this fandom, as lovely as they were I don’t talk to anymore. why? because I showed my genuine support, put the effort in although it wasn’t being reciprocated, it felt very one sided. and that’s okay, life happens I completely understand that and don’t hold that against you for being inactive. but seeing them later constantly interact with other “big” blogs, all very back and forth between the pages, and be pushed to the side is a very shitty feeling. don’t be an asshole, it’s really not that fucking hard…

and I still support works that aren’t necessarily my cup of tea, and no I’m not bragging but it’s what I fucking do. and the fact I wasn’t receiving the same fucking hurts.

and yes it’s easy to shrug and say “write for yourself, you should be writing for yourself.” which yes I have been, and the whole reason why I began writing in the first place was for myself, cause these ideas that I write and indulge in are mostly for my own “personal” entertainment LOL. but don’t sit there and tell me you don’t get a rush of excitement when someone reblogs/comments on your work, that genuine, incredible feeling when you can bond with other people over your work or when people commemorate your efforts. it’s easier to say “write for yourself” when you haven’t experienced poor or no engagement, and see others receiving constant appraisal and instinctively compare. it’s a natural, normal human response, people will and can’t help themselves to compare.

so stop with this whole clique shit, I’m so fucking over it.

and to the newcomers I’ve met so far, you’ve all been so incredible and your work sensational, continue doing you. it’s THEIR losses, not yours. for the people that can relate to me, I’m sorry you have to go through this but just know you’ll have my full support always.

and I mean… if you want I can be a bitch too, but you’re not going to like it. that’s for fucking sure…

#RANT #fandom tings #let’s just be welcoming why is this so hard #aegon ii targaryen #tom glynn carney #aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell #hotd #house of the dragon

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bigwishes · 2 years

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would love to be transformed into a sweaty stinking guy that's too hairy for his own good. I love a good muscle growth but I wouldn't be opposed to growing a big muscle gut either.

You want to become a big stinking sweating mountain of a man, we can grant that wish. Normally its my job to put guys in that position when they didn't specifically ask for it but because you did you'll get exactly what you asked for, and maybe a bit more.

what's the saying never too much of a good thing?

so first order of business piling on the muscle, lets take that body of yours and beef you right up like you've been lifting for years, filling you all the way up almost to your natural limit.

How easy was that? Yeah I know you said that you wanted to be stinking and too hairy for your own good but be patient we're getting there.

The next thing we need is hair and lots of it! make your pits fluffy, make you chest 2, NO, 3x as hairy and cover your arms and legs with the stuff. That discomfort around your ass isn't going to disappear either, there is so much hair down their now its going to rub up against you pants and become so itchy you'll be scratching your ass like a dumb ape.

How's that for hairy! Now with all that hair comes warmth, and with warmth comes sweaty 24/7 but here's the fun part, because you're so hairy it'll never fully fall off your body, it's just going to get tangled in that hair and cause you to reek, I'd say you're close to getting your own cartoonish stink cloud follow you around, give it a day and it will be in everything you own. That sweat and stench is going to seep through your clothes, everything you ever wear will be wet with sweat. Its going to get in your car seat, in your couch and in your bed, every time you sit on any of those it is going to squelch as old sweat is squeezed out like a sponge, your carpet will become stained with footprints from where you walked and it clung to the ground. I wouldn't recommend standing in one place too long mate or a puddle might start to form.

Try to keep those pits down mate, you don't want people passing out all around you, and if your stench starts peeling the paint on the walls of the gym I'm pretty sure they'll make you pay for it.

But I don't think we are quite done yet, no, I think there is one final change we can make to ruin you.

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You wake up in your new body, the first thing you notice is the powerful smell of your house, stinking like no one has ever opened a window in any gym ever and all of it is trapped in your house. A small rush of excitement hits you, the wish your were probably too horny to make came true. You stuff your nose in your pits and breath in the stink of an entire locker room, all trapped in one arm pit.

Your stomach growls for food. Throwing a black tank top on you head to the kitchen to mix up a protein shake. Your new size demanded food, so you made a triple protein shake with triple the oats and fruit most call for. You raise the blender to you lips and start to drink, as you do you feel some slip out between the blender and the sides of your lips, running down your new beard and falling on your clean shirt. You chuckle looking down at the tank top growing darker as your sweat seeps into the fabric you take your finger and scoop up some of the protein.

"maybe I need a clean shirt before the gym, or at least one without food" you laugh as you walk back to your room, struggling to take off the tank top unassisted.

opening the door to your wardrobe you are greeted with the smell of sweat, musk and...stale protein? it smells like someone left their protein shaker in a locker for a year. Looking at the selection of tank tops you notice all of them have food stains down the front, some even have dried oats still stuck like you'd spilt your shake and simply hung it out to dry. Your shorts were similar, stains on the side from wiping your hands, even all your underwear stored in a small basket at the bottom of the wardrobe were riddled with old jizz stains and droplets of protein from drinking shakes in your underwear.

in confusion you scratch your beard pushing the dried shake you forgot was there deeper into the hair. Your stomach rumbles and you release a pent up belch reeking of protein followed by another growl in you stomach as more gas begins to brew.

"shit, I thought, I thought I was just gonna be a hairy bodybuilder with some B.O. not, I didn't want.."

but it doesn't matter what you want now mate, you wanted to stink so I gave you wanted, enjoy your life as a big, muscular, hairy, stinking,

fucking muscle S L O B

#male transformation #muscle transformation #muscle #reality change #male tf #tf story

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fareehaandspaniards · 3 months

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Laurence or some say Lavrushka (nobody calls him like that but I am here to fix it). Finally I am ready to share everything I have about him. A man caused my migraine when I first tried to dig into his lore. I never was his fan but I must admit he is the biggest problem in Yharnam after beasthood and eldritch horrors

Can imagine him in no other way. Absolutely. And his sideburnsssss!! (I hope I call them right? google translate confused me ._.) <3 (hi to Gilveciy, all for you, love, I know you don't like them xD)

I tried to create couple of outfits for him and was really excited before I started create them xD I am not the one who can make really detailed outfit. I like how he looks here but not really satisfied with them ;_; But when I try to add something my head is just pooof empty and I just sit with my phone for 20 minutes. So I left them as they are, maybe I will get enough inspiration to change them later, but for now let them be just concepts.

First robe is for service alongside Choir. On his head is wreath made of Blood Gems, on his chest is his medalion (wow Fareeha was it hard to create?), cool belt with jewels, and choir-like garb under dark cape. And blood-toned tunic under all of this. Cape is decorated with flowers from Isz Chalice because there Church found Ebrietas so...

Second one I think is more regular for him! All dark with red shoes - as a symbol of his holiness and power.

When I was watching "THe Young Pope" with Jude Law as main hero,,,,,, I thought about Laurence. I mean I watched it long ago but now I associated Laurence with Lenny Belardo and oh my god,,,, Red shoes,,,,.. That one episode.......

And the third one...

*"You can leave your hat on" plays on the background*

The last outfit is for church services in old Yharnam or just in poor parts of the city, because I don't think that the most poor yharnamites would be happy to see the vicar of new Church in a gorgeous garb while they are starving everyday.

Now, time for headcanons. I... I wrote a lot about him. I wrote so much that I got lost in my thoughts. So I decided to SHOW his relationships during time with others, because it's much easier than just tell ;_;

Firstly I wanted to depict ALL relationships between them but the scheme became so messy and unreadable that I made second variant which only for Laurence + some other characters love or hate or etc

My Laurence is a son of wealthy family from the foreign lands, maybe connected with Loran! I'm sure he would change that part of his biography to something more acceptable, since as an adult he would not want to be judged by yharnamites for his origins. His childhood consisted of solid learning, imitating his father and quietly copying the people around him. A child always needs an example, and they will look for it in those who are close to they heart, or at least give some emotions! So young Laurence took a lot from his despotic father, had almost no respect for his own mother, and was constantly listening to the squabbles and gossip of the servants of their estate, unconsciously beginning to analyze people and selecting their own approach to them. I think he would have been that cranky child, one of those who yell so resoundingly at their parents but are completely indifferent at heart - they just know WHAT will make the other person do what they want.

Little Laurence was also very drawn to creativity and dancing (something an aristocrat should be able to do), and was a very sweet child in person, but under the weight of responsibility and other people's expectations, he gradually grew obnoxious behavior, arrogance and the rest of the beauties of adverse adulthood!

I HORRIBLY headcanon Laurence as a kind of leader, "headman" among students, and also the last creep - he was bullying other students because of social class, contempt, forming a circle of "elite" around him, insults and humiliation! A handsome, talented, academically successful young man, but with a terrible character. I think he always had a combination of a "soft" gut, which strives for fun and comfort, and a strong inner core and also a cold, calculating mind, which he brought up in himself. At least, that's how I see it.

Laurence caused a lot of trouble for young Caryll, ridiculing his disability and poor health, as well as his family who sent their almost dying son to Byrgenwerth. He made fun of young Rom because of her appearance (which he actually quite liked), belittled Yurie by recognizing the vulnerable soul in her and gave her nickname "Ice Queen" which stayed with her for life. I think the only one he didn't succeed at bullying was Micolash - and that annoyed him as much as appealed. Micolash came from a poor, lower class of Yharnam, and he always looked unkempt, he stood out from the crowd of students. But all Laurence's taunts were like the squeak of a mosquito to him - Micolash was quite curious what he would think of to find his weak spot. Also, I think Micolash was very interested in Laurence's theory of the Blood. Micolash liked Laurence the way he was - edgy, egoistical, sharp and bitchy.

I headcanon that Laurence adopted this concept and the very idea of blood ministration from his father as the one thing he found useful in him, and his father adopted the theory from Cainhurst, which he sometimes visited by invitation as a scientist. So Laurence was a little ahead of his time when he shared with Willem his thoughts on the benefits of blood transfusions. It was something unusual and fresh among Yharnam's outdated scientific trends, and I think Willem marked Laurence for himself as an "unusual" student because of it.

Laurence had established himself at Byrgenwerth as a leader in the worst sense of the word, but later there was a sudden change with him. So much so that it seemed to everyone that he had been replaced. The bully and the last asshole suddenly turned into a pleasant person, and all attacks on other students stopped. All that remained was a thirst for studying chemistry, biology and scientific debates. There was a completely new Laurence - and it at first even a little scared everyone. Micolash felt betrayed (he liked his previous version :P). And the reason of his change remained unknown for many years, but everything was very simple. A very ardent and daring young man crossed paths with Master Willem's acquaintance, a wise man of years - the hunter Gehrman.

No one knows what happened between them, but I think there was a very serious conflict there - Laurence's insolence and Gehrman's integrity. I think Gehrman was able to put him in his place and break his dense layer of chitin on his soul. By talking he got to Laurence's heart and by saying many unpleasant but true things to him, he was able to make him realize that this way Laurence would only achieve a lonely old age. That's when their father-son relationship was born. In fact, Gehrman replaced for Laurence his both parents by helping him to deal with his inner problems, teaching him to communicate with people and accept them as they are. After meeting the old hunter, Laurence stopped communicating with his parents, and at the same time lost a huge weight that pressed on him and made him come from anxiety - the weight of other people's expectations.

So by the Fishing Hamlet incident, when most students were processing what had happened in their own way, Laurence was free of emotion and ready to develop his theory about the Blood. It was around that time that he met Gehrman's student, the knight Maria, who had left her home castle to learn the art of hunting (And she and Gehrman were also in love with each other). I once had a crazy headcanon with Maria's escape from Cainhurst xD It's calmer now - she was part of the help Cainhurst offered to Willem in exchange for opening the catacombs and his scientific researches.

Laurence's theory gave an unexpected breakthrough - the injection of Blood brought unprecedented results. With the blood of the Great One Willem saved Caryll from death and even let him stand once again on his legs (I can imagine the shock of others, when Caryll walked using only the cane, because standing still was hard for him. I should add that later Caryll will use his wheelchair again because effects of blood are not everlasting and he wouldn't want do more injections of such rare blood when others need help and blood too) , and also gave him his first visions of the Runes and a connection with the Great Ones.

After the discovery of Kos (and murdering her?), after a small shift in Micolash's mind, after Rom began to study the parasites of Kos and their effects on herself, Research Hall was established. The Byrgenwerth for students was over, and Willem, taking his best student with him, began to develop the idea of replacing the old Church of Yharnam with a new one - a church on Blood, Blood that cures all ills and diseases. This is how we come to the Research Hall.

Having made an impression on the higher academic circles and having secured the support of several noble houses of Yharnam and partly Cainhurst - the Church was founded, and Willem took the role of bishop (The bishop thing is actually not my headcanon, the idea belongs to Katy. I adopted it and put it in my lore. It's too logical) and Laurence took the role of vicar. The medical Research Hall was opened. Micolash took on the role of one of the doctors, and Rom (Again, the basis was taken from Katy, that Micolash was the doctor and Rom was the patient!) volunteered herself for research, as her body didn't just take seawater and blood - every day she was diagnosed with a new disease, and the next day it disappeared, and almost no one could understand what was happening to her. However, after studying the parasites for a long time, Rom discovered something that she didn't share with anyone. She only bandaged her eyes and secluded herself on the upper floors, allowing herself to be explored.

The oath of loyalty to the Church was taken by one of Yharnam's best warriors, Ludwig, who became the first Hunter of the Church. True, he swore the oath to Willem, and the latter soon began to gradually lose his mind and appear less and less in public, examining his eyes. And Ludwig found himself knighted by Laurence. I can't say that Ludwig liked it xD He saw Laurence as a young upstart (Ludwig himself is very conservative) and kept forgetting that he was a vicar, though young, and it was his duty to serve him. Their relationship was strained for a long time. But they became friends with Gehrman's aid, who became a common friend to both of them. So they were able to get to know each other better. And Ludwig never learned that the exploratory nature of Laurence was very interested in his visions and foreign blood flowing in the veins of the knight. Ludwig was appointed captain of the Tomb Prospectors, which inevitably drove him mad and led to the discovery of the Sword of Moonlight.

Laurence gave all his time to his work, but his heart was devoted to something else... The vicar suddenly found himself attracted to Rom, Micolash's half-sister. He did not even know whether fate had punished him in this way for his cruelty to the girl in the past, or whether he had always loved her? But he could think of no one else -he needed Rom. And Laurence, between services, visited her humble room to try to talk and bring her something she would like, whether it was a treat or clean clothes. Love struck him so suddenly that while he was doing it - he didn't notice that under his nose Micolash was conducting inhuman experiments on a girl named Adelina (even though she supported them), and Damian was sneaking for him artifacts from the catacombs to study (because Micolash asked him to, and Damian could never refuse him. Even if it's about stealing. Damian has endured and suffered a lot just to be useful to the one he loved)

And beautiful Rom reciprocated, though she laughed at him, remembering the past. But the unexpectedly warm and gentle character of the new Laurence, his pleasant look and tender kisses warmed her heart. Laurence felt happy for the first time since finding a father figure in Gehrman. As their relationship began to slowly mend, despite Caryll's displeasure about it, Rom felt the Great One. Ebrietas called to her from the lowest of the low. All the parasites she had implanted in her body were synchronizing with that call.

The Choir was founded, and a little later, the School of Mensis.

I think I have such a hard time with Laurence because his life is intertwined with ALL the characters in one way or another. So I'm going to go straight through his relationships during the sunset era of the Healing Church. Laurence himself began to slowly lose his own ideals - blood cured but people were slowly turning into beasts. The massacre of Old Yharnam had left a deep wound in the heart of the city. The Great Ones no longer seemed to be the force that led to a greater good, not at all - the humans were too weak to reach their level.

Rom secluded herself to Ebrietas and did not leave her side. When she began to change and gradually became part of the Kin, Laurence did not stop loving her. He cared for her as best he could, but here was the trouble - she didn't need any help. The process was irreversible. Laurence's little dream of a real family where everyone would love each other was shattered when Rom disappeared into her cocoon, undergoing her final transformation. He managed to visit her twice before he died himself. Both times he talked to her - had a monologue, recounting his hardships and troubles. It seemed to him that she did not notice him at all, and that the old Rom was gone. But she was glad to know that his love had not faded. Neither had hers.

Micolash took all the knowledge he needed from the Choir and left, taking many people with him to found the School of Mensis. Laurence thought his manipulative friend would have no more contact with him after that, but the School of Mensis needed the shelter of the Church. And for the sake of possible progress, Laurence let him do what he wanted. Only rare attention of Church doctors who were trying to find out what was going on in Yahar'Gul bothered Micolash. Laurence made another mistake, but he could no longer figure out what was going on at all, so he let it go. Laurence didn't live to see the Ritual of Mensis.

Ludwig had lost the last remnants of his mind. He didn't care about anything, and he seemed to have forgotten that he had a family - a wife and daughter, Ludwig spoke only to his sword. Tomb Prospectors was left without a captain, and Laurence appointed Gremia to be their captain, giving him the title "Sir" at Ludwig's (Gremia's ) old request. Laurence did not see how Ludwig later turned into a monster. He felt really guilty but his curiousity was still stronger then anything.

During his time in the Church, he had a loyal bodyguard and protector, Brador, an assassin who had sworn an oath of loyalty to him. They formed a close bond, but Laurence never knew what it really was. Only Brador, who later put his scalp on himself, knew.

Caryll, who had rejected Laurence all his life, disappeared without a trace one evening at the School of Mensis. Laurence had an unfinished conversation with him. Laurence wished that he would finally forgive him for his student years, but Caryll no longer cared for the this world. He disappeared, following the ringing bell into the darkness. His wheelchair was discovered empty, and his body was never found. No one had come out of the room where he had last been.

The Cainhurst Massacre had been recorded by the Church as an execution of the vicious Vilebloods, and Laurence preferred not to think about what the descendants of the Pthumerians had been killed for.

Laurence's almost father and mentor had found eternal life, given over to the Moon Presence. Laurence had promised him that he would come for him, for the poor old man who deserved only peace and an easy death, for he had lost the woman he loved years before, and his madness had produced a copy of her, the Doll. Laurence could not fulfill his promise, though he wanted to. I still actually don't understand why Gehrman and exactly Gehrman was given? But I think it's like a deal with the devil - to receive something you should give something that is dear for you.

Little Amelia, whom Laurence often visited in the orphanage, seemed to love him very much. She received his pendant, the symbol of the Healing Church years later, when she was grown up and able to receive the title of Vicar. They had met when she was a little girl, and Laurence secretly dreamed that someday, maybe, she would be a member of his family.

He died when everything he had done all his life had died down, when the screams of torn Yharnamites in the streets of the city became commonplace. The vicar could not bear all the consequences of his actions and endeavors. He wished only good things, and good intentions pave the road to hell.

And on this pathos words I should finish, I will add only small-small headcanons that did not fit into the text, as well as many other details of my vision of lore (+I forgor many things that I came up with...........)

While my husband and I were discussing him, we came to the conclusion that he simply could not be someone who unselfishly wished happiness for everyone and everything, wished to heal people and save them with Blood. He wished for good, but wished that HE was the cause of it, wished to be the hero and the best.

But there are also two sides to my Laurence, so I headcanon that his zodiac sign is Gemini (like mine, I know exactly what it's like to have two people in your head). He can be fun and naive - afraid for his appearance, running around Gehrman's workshop as a grown man, picking flowers for Rom and laughing at the top of his voice, or he can be a manipulative little asshole who is curious to see what happens to another person if you put him in a certain situation. And I like him like that a lot :^)

And now me and husband have a local joke - Laurence's sideburns LMAO They are so soft mmmhmmm..........

Headcanons:

- Laurence is an excellent dancer. He was trained to dance as a child and knows how to twirl in a minuet, what a polonaise is, and can easily take a lady to twirl in a waltz (in my case, that lady is Rom)

- Laurence has an intolerance to alcohol. So he drinks mostly water, juice or something like that!

- Laurence had always loved the taste of blood. When his finger was cut, he put his lips to the wound, not so much from pain as from a desire to taste it again. He'd never taken such liberties with other people's blood. But he loved his own.

- Laurence grew sideburns because he stopped liking himself and feeling confident after some of Micolash's caustic comments about his appearance xd With sideburns he felt good and his anxiety went away, and Micolash's attacks didn't hurt so much. He was VERY proud of his sideburns, because they finally lifted him up in his own eyes and made him masculine

- He has looots of bodyhair. He is even fluffy. (It confused Brador)

-Laurence's parents wrote him letters, tried to contact him. But thanks to his connection with Gehrman, he didn't need them.

-He and Micolash were never really friends, but they always talked - they were interested in each other. Micolash mostly used the vicar as a toy, blackmailed him sometimes, but he still loved his company. When Laurence began to feel guilty about all the events in Yharnam, Micolash became completely disappointed with him.

-In Byrgenwerth he had a nickname "Laura" because of his pretty face. The nickname was created by Micolash, used only by Micolash too, but the mere fact of its existence made Laurence very uncomfortable

I am sure I missed something that I wanted to tell. But anyway. Laurence's mood:

#my art #laurence the first vicar #bloodborne #bloodborne headcanon #longpost #I hope I didn't fuck up with actually lore details

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“Ray, she’s going to be so sad, I can’t look her in the eye and let her down like this,” Harry stressed to his driver from the back seat of the car as he knuckled sleep from his eyes. It was early, too early for that matter and Harry had just landed back in London after a long and uncomfortable flight back from the U.S. He was supposed to be back a few days ago but a then a storm in the U.K that caused cancelled flights then the mass rebooking of flights caused Harry’s travel itinerary to be thrown up in the air. As the nights passed and the days trickled closer to the 1st of December, flights were getting busier and filling faster as people began to make journeys home and away for the festivities or for some winter sunshine. Harry just wanted to get home. God, he’d bloody missed her and the few unexpected additional days that he didn’t have planned into his countdown to get back to her was driving him a little stir crazy.

“If it’s the Y/N I know, she’ll just be happy to see you, she’ll get over it, Harry,” Ray, his driver, tried to console a stressed-out Harry as his eyes flicked up to see him in the back seat pinching his lower lip while frantically scrolling his phone.

“I jus’ wanted it to be perfect and I’ve already made an arse of it,” Harry muttered as he felt Ray shift down the gears, slowing down to take a right turn into a car park. The car park was, unsurprisingly, empty, given that it was 6:04 A.M on a Thursday morning. Harry looked up at the screen in the car as Ray pulled into a spot near the door, seeing the bold 1st of December date that was haunting him and the temperature that was sat at a frigid -1° Celsius. He unclipped his seatbelt and bolted from the car, pulling his beanie down and the hood of his jacket up to protect him from the bitter wind chill. He had to catch himself as his foot slipped on the edge of a frozen over puddle as he double timed it across the car park, the last thing he needed was to rock up at home not only empty handed but with scraped and bloody palms from an embarrassing fall in a car park. The bright lights were leading him toward the building much like the star to the baby Jesus Harry thought, but he was more hoping his fluorescent guiding star would take him not to a stable but to a cardboard sleeve with 25 perforated doors stamped on the front.

***

‘This year Tesco have created the Christmas Party-’ blared over the PA system as Harry entered the store that opened minutes earlier in haste as he flinched at the loud noise. He paced the aisles looking for their Christmas sweets and bolted down aisle 4 when the first glimpse of a selection box and a Terry’s Chocolate Orange came into view. His eyes flitted over the shelves, but he was in so much of a blind rush he wasn’t really processing any of it. There was a tired looking member of staff filling up the red tartan packages of shortbread just next to him who, fingers crossed, would be his angel Gabriel as he approached them.

“Scuse me, good mornin’, I know this is mental today of all days but, advent calendars?” Harry tailed off his question as the staff member jumped having not seen anyone enter the aisle alongside her.

“Oh, um you’ll be lucky if we do, if you just follow me down here," the colleague wandered further down the long aisle, pausing near the bottom, “looks like just the dairy and gluten free ones and Reese’s left,” they pointed out the products to Harry.

“She’s allergic to nuts,” Harry sighed, stumped as to what to try next, as the staff member gave him a sorrowful smile, “my Missus is going to kill me,” Harry laughed quietly as Sandra, Harry has finally caught site of their name badge, let out a soft breath of laughter hoping to ease Harry’s mind.

“I’m sure she won’t, m’love,” the sweet, older lady pat his arm, “but, between me and you, I’ve heard the corner shop 15 minutes down the road from here are overrun with advent calendars,” she gave him a sly wink and a soft smile.

“Y’absolute diamond,” Harry all but cheered but being the only customer in the shop thought he’d better reign it in. “I’d kiss you, but I can’t, then she’d definitely kill me, thank you s’much,” Harry joked before smiling gratefully before speed walking toward the exit, hoping this time he’ll miss the frozen puddle as he sprinted across the empty lot.

***

He threw himself in the back of the car again, fastening his seatbelt as Ray piped up from the front seat again, “petrol station was a no, that’s Sainsbury’s and Tesco both a bust, where to next boss? I don’t think there’s an Asda round here,” Ray pondered, “and I think Y/N would be more offended with a posh Waitrose one than not getting one at all,” he let out a snort. The version of Y/N that Ray had become acquainted with was a woman of simple pleasures and a 10 quid advent calendar out of Waitrose was certainly not a simple pleasure to her, or at all necessary for that matter and Harry knew he was right. He distinctly remembers them being in a Waitrose two Christmases ago and hearing her mutter something along the lines of, “fucking Tory chocolate, imagine making an upper-class advent calendar, what’s wrong with the one quid Cadbury’s one?”

“Corner shop,” Harry gasped out catching his breath, he had actually sprinted across the car park the second he exited the shop and yes for your information, he did miss slipping on the puddle this time. “The corner shop closest to the house, f’you don’t mind Ray,” Harry directed, feeling a bit more confident, this little hole in the wall shop near their house has everything and little, old Ernie who ran it, has yet to let them down.

***

Harry was back out the car and entering the minuscule shop 15 minutes later, the bell over the door twinkling as the door passed over it. The shop was warm, it always was, Ernie had two plug-in, oil-filled radiators burning in that shop year-round. He had decorated for the holiday season, bits of tinsel taped round the bottoms of the shelves and some foil decorations straight from the 80s hanging from the ceiling. Ernie peering up from behind the glass cabinet he kept the pick’n’mix sweets in, his ancient cash register sat atop it that he refused to replace because “if it isn’t broken don’t fix it,” he reassured. He was clad, as always, in his brown overcoat, reminiscent of an old greengrocer’s, his thick-rimmed glasses with lenses even thicker so they made his eyes appear bigger than they were and of course, his signature tweed flat cap.

“Mr Styles,” the elderly gentleman proclaimed, his weathered hands clapping together as he spotted Harry entering the shop. “Long time no see, been away again, m’boy?” Ernie adored Harry as if he was one of his own, his oldest grandchild was a similar age to Harry and since they lived so far away as soon as Harry started appearing in Ernie’s shop, when he moved into the area when he was 18, Ernie had all but taken Harry under his wing and would always be a kind face to Harry if he needed it.

“Ern! It’s Harry and you know it,” Harry gave him a faux glare before propping himself up on the glass cabinet in front of Ernie. “Yep, jus’ back and how lucky are you that you are the first face I’ve seen,” Harry bat his eyelashes with a bright smile on his face before pinching a sour cherry sweet from the pick’n’mix tubs Ernie was stocking up for the day ahead.

“Not even that lovely girlfriend of yours?” Ernie asked, swatting Harry’s hand away from the sweets. “She’s popped in every day since you’ve been gone, you’re punching well above your weight with Miss Y/N, lad,” Ernie jested.

“And since when did Miss Y/N become y’favourite?” Harry gulped down the sour candy.

“She’s everyone’s favourite, is she not?” Ernie shrugged.

“I’ll jus’ send your Christmas present back then, will I?” Harry quirked an eyebrow up before relenting, “I suppose I can’t argue with that one, speaking of Y/N, she’s the reason I’m seeing your face before hers this cold and frosty morning,” Harry smiled sheepishly.

“Knew it, what do you need, Harry m’boy?”

“I need to get her an advent calendar,” he said shyly, “I know, I know it’s the 1st today and I’d usually have it by now, but I’ve been away and everywhere is already sold out,” Harry quickly justified, “and a little birdy told me you were the man to save me from the guilt of causing Y/N’s sad face.”

“I did have a lot left yesterday morning, but they flew out the door all afternoon and last night,” Ernie started, as Harry’s shoulders dropped, what the hell was he going to do.

“S’alright Ernie, I’ll figure something out,” he said sadly, mentally preparing to try every shop in the vicinity before going home to her.

“Here you, you didn’t let me finish,” Ern snapped Harry out his daze of trying to work out the closest shop to try next, knowing he was going to have to organise getting Ray paid overtime or some form of bonus for putting up with this, this morning. Harry quickly looked up at Ernie, seeing a glint of playfulness in the old man’s eye. “I was going to say, they were flying off the shelves all day yesterday and was down to my last few when I realised, I hadn’t seen you around,” Ernie turned his back on Harry and shuffled into the back room that was hidden away behind a beaded curtain that rattled and clicked as the beads bounced off each other when you passed through it. “An I jus’ thought to m’self, I bet young Styles will come calling at one point,” he called through from the back room, “so here we are,” Ernie came back with two distinctive purple rectangles that housed a Cadbury’s advent calendar in each. There it was, Harry’s version of baby Jesus, wrapped in carboard, and the corner shop was his stable. Did that make Ernie the virgin Mary then? Wait not important right now.

“Ernie, y’bloody… y’bloody angel,” Harry’s eyes lit up as Ernie shuffled back up to his place behind the till.

“What can I say? We aim to please,” Ernie was bashful at Harry’s compliment as Ernie tried to hand over the two advent calendars.

“Jus’ the one, Ern, keep that one for yourself, how much do I owe you?” Harry fished through his pocket for his wallet.

“M’wife’s had our advent calendars in the house since mid-November, she’s organised,” Ernie said pointedly.

“Oi,” Harry objected.

“Yeah, yeah, you’ve been away working. Keep it though, it’s yours,” Ernie smiled shoving the two calendars into Harry’s grip.

“M’trying to lay off sweets,” Harry let out, still in disbelief he managed to get his hands on them.

“Harry, you’ve stood there and ate a 10 pence mix-up worth of sour cherries since you’ve been in here,” Ernie and Harry looked down at the tub the offending candy lay in, and sure enough there was a dent in the pile shaped like Harry’s fingers. Oops.

“Well, how much do I owe you?” Harry asked again.

“Nope, a Christmas present for my two favourite customers,” Ernie shoved his hands in his pockets so he couldn’t accept any cash off the young man.

“Oh, give over, Ern, how muc-” Harry was cut off.

“No, Harry, now I’m going in that back room until you leave, I don’t want your money, jus’ don’t make my Y/N sad, alrigh’?” Ernie began his scuffle back into his back room.

“Your Y/N?” Harry called after him.

“Yeah, my Y/N, now get home to her before she wakes up without you,” Ernie stuck his head back out the beaded curtain to tell Harry off quickly before disappearing again. Harry hummed a quiet laugh, gripping onto the advent calendars under his arm.

“I’ll be back with your Christmas present at one point, Ern,” Harry called into the empty shop as he made his exit, knowing Ernie was listening for the twinkling bell that announced Harry’s leave, sounding out into the warm shop that was now, officially, sold out of advent calendars. Much to Ernie’s dismay, Harry had stuck a £10 note under the corner of one of the pick’n’mix tubs, that should cover the advent calendars. And the sour cherries.

***

It was 6.30am now, and Ray had just dropped Harry off at the house, sliding his key quietly in the lock as to not disturb the serene quiet that was cast over the house in the early morning. It was still dark out, and Y/N was expecting him back today so had left the porch light and the ceiling light of their entryway on for his return. Harry slipped inside the house leaving his bags by the door, he’ll deal with them in a while, after some time spent with his love. He kept the precious cargo of the advent calendars in his clutches. As he stood, he heard the rhythm of clip-clopping feet across the floors. Or should he say, the rhythmic clip-clopping of paws round the corner to greet him at speed.

“Hi Vince, m’boy,” Harry reached down, after depositing the advent calendars on their entry table, cooing softly before giving the golden retriever plenty of scratches behind his ear where he liked it, all while Vince tried to lick at whatever patch of Harry he could reach. All while his furry bum wiggled in excitement. Harry got down onto his knees to hug the dog closer to him, “you’re getting chunky, mummy’s been feeding you extra good since I’ve been gone again, eh?” Harry squeezed as Vince’s sides, there was definitely an extra layer of squish there that wasn’t before he left, if Y/N heard him commenting in it, he’d for sure get a row saying he was fat-shaming the dog and, ‘he’s just fluffy, Harry, leave him alone, look you’ve upset him now,’ when Vince was most definitely not upset as he basked in the extra attention from his parents.

“I think me n’you will be going for a run tomorrow morning, hmm?” Harry clutched Vince’s head behind his floppy ears as Vince began to grumble, the tell-tale noise he always made before barking. “Hey, hey, hey, Vincent,” Harry chastised, using the dog’s Sunday name, the golden retriever named after Y/N’s favourite painter. “No barking, you’ll wake Mum and I’m trying m’best to stay on her good side, yeah? Back to bed for a little while mate, an’ I’ll make you scrambled egg for your breakfast.” Vince seemed happy enough with that, nuzzled into Harry’s head for a second before giving him a sly lick along his cheek before trotting back to his bed in the living room. Harry got back to his feet, finally shedding his jacket, and kicking his shoes from his feet, the shoes left in a heap by the door and the jacket bundled into a ball on the entry table where he swapped it out for the advent calendars.

He crept quietly upstairs, hoping his entrance and early morning meeting with Vince hadn’t disturbed his sleeping girlfriend. Along the hall, he saw the door to their bedroom opened a crack, just enough for Vince to push open if he wanted to come up for a cuddle, or more likely, Y/N called for the dog to come up because she wanted a cuddle. Harry pushed the door open softly, the hinge of the door giving the faintest squeak as it gave way. What a site, there she was. His Y/N cocooned in duvet, blankets, and pillows, lying on her stomach, head turned to the side, her face was pressed into what was usually Harry’s pillow, hair in some sort of pile on top of her head, curled tendrils and frizzy wisps of hair escaping it and framing her beautifully squished face. She was out for the count, as Harry smiled at her sleepy form. His feet carried him across to their bed in a daze, as he sat on the edge of the bed, his free hand coming up to rub the furrow from her brow and hold her face in the palm of his hand, the difference in temperature between her skin and Harry’s hand stirring her from her deep sleep, her hand coming up to slap whatever was disturbing her off her face only to be met with the back of Harry’s hand as she gripped it quickly.

Squinting one eye open, “Har?” she croaked out, keeping her hand on top of his as his thumb brushed the high point of her cheek.

“Mhm, good mornin, love,” he smiled down at her.

“You’re back,” she sighed, her hand removing his from her face, tangling their fingers together, “you’re cold,” she stated.

“S’minus 1 outside,” he confirmed as Y/N pouted before wriggling backwards in their bed and opening the duvet to him, eyes still partially scrunched closed.

“In please, don’t like you cold,” patting blindly on the space in bed next to her she wanted him to crawl into.

Harry left the advent calendars on the bedside table before laying down with her as she flopped the duvet back over the pair of them as Harry brought her over to cuddle up to him, her eyes fluttering closed as her face found the crook of his neck. “Thought you always liked me, hm?” he teased lightly, thrilled to have her back in his arms.

“I do, I love you all the time, but I don’t like you being cold,” she explained, lips pushing against his neck in a kiss, he’d lay one on her good and proper when she came round from being asleep a bit more. “Fligh-,” she cut herself off with a yawn, “flight good?” she asked.

“Was as good as it can be for a 10-hour flight, slept a tonne,” Harry’s hand ran laps up and down her back as her own hand found purchase on Harry’s midsection, nails scratching his stomach over his clothes.

She hummed in response, letting a silence fall over the pair, if you listened closely, you could hear Vince padding around downstairs, playing with one of his toys, clearly not loving the idea of going back to bed when he had the promise of scrambled eggs for breakfast on the brain but leaving his parents to it, he’d get his food when they came down. “What did y’put on the bedside table?” she questioned after remembering hearing him set something down.

“Ah yes,” Harry reached over grabbing the offending objects that just looked like two purple blobs to Y/N without her glasses or contact lenses as she reached blindly behind her for the frames on her own bedside table before popping them on her face and blinking herself awake. “Oh, there she is,” Harry smiled fondly at her, finally seeing her eyes wide open, looking more herself now.

“You remembered,” Y/N pouted as Harry handed over her advent calendar as he put his own back on the table. The tradition had started when Y/N had first moved out of her parents into a place of her own, her and Harry were relatively new at that point and didn’t expect anything when she told him.

“D’you know what she said to me, she goes, ‘your too old for me to be buying your advent calendar now, Y/N, plus you live 4 hours away from us, what do you want me to do? Pop by after the food shop?’ my own bloody mother. I bet you any money she buys my brother one because he only lives a few streets over.”

So, Harry showed up at her front door, early, on the 1st of December that year with a Cadbury’s advent calendar he had paid a quid for (thank you very much Tesco Clubcard for the money off) and so began the tradition of getting Y/N’s advent calendar for her every year.

“’Course I remembered, had that organised for ages for me coming back, m’heart,” Harry lied through his teeth while acting as nonchalant as possible.

“You went and got it this morning, didn’t you?” Y/N saw right through him every damn time.

“Landed an hour earlier than I told you I would, had to go to four shops,” he smiled sheepishly.

“Knew it, liar,” she lay the calendar on the duvet before she pinched his side and kissing him on the cheek.

“Ernie saved my arse in the end,” Harry admitted.

“Good ol’ Ernie, eh? H, y’know I wouldn’t have really been angry if you didn’t get me an advent calendar, right? Would’ve played it up a bit obviously because God knows I like the attention, but I never would’ve actually been upset with you, I’m not that much of a cow,” she said seriously.

“No, no I know, but it’s tradition now innit, I would’ve been way more upset with m’self if I didn’t manage to get it, so get it opened, sweetness,” he pushed the calendar back into her grip.

“Open yours too then, Ernie must have had loads left if you got yourself one too,” she waited for Harry to grab his.

“No actually, last two left, tried to tell him to keep it for himself but he insisted, told me he had his already,” they both searched their calendars for the elusive number 1.

“Oh, yeah his wife told me she sorted the two of them with calendars weeks ago... fuck me, have you found it yet?” Y/N complained, thinking she had found it in the middle but was disappointed when she saw it was door 11 instead.

“Oh! There it is, bottom right next to the 17, how do you know Ernie’s wife?” Harry looked at her incredulously before having to point out door number 1 when Y/N still couldn’t find it.

“Ernie’s wife?” Y/N dug her thumb into the perforated cardboard to pop the door open. “Oh, Sandra, yeah, she works in the-”

“Tesco down the road,” they said at the same time.

“How do you know that?” Y/N questioned him as she tore open the foil covering of the chocolate hidden below.

“Long story,” Harry laughed before popping his own chocolate out and laying it flat on his hand, “c’mon then, what did y’get?”

“Little chocolate stocking? Is that meant to be a stocking or is it a sleigh?” she squinted at the sweet as Harry peered over at her hand and was just as stumped.

“M’sure it’ll taste the same either way. I’ve got a much more distinguishable snowman,” he held up the chocolate in her before tossing it in his open mouth as Y/N did the same. “Jesus,” he moaned, “you forget how good that Cadbury’s chocolate is.”

“Mhmm,” Y/N moaned letting it melt on her tongue, “that’s better than an orgasm.”

“Oi, get all the way to fuck with that one,” Harry laughed, taking the two advent calendars, and returning them to the bedside table before rolling over to hover over the top of Y/N. “’Better than an orgasm’ my bloody arse, it is,” he tickled her sides as she shrieked in laughter trying to kick free of the duvet and blankets, she was bundled in and out of Harry’s grasp.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!!” Y/N squealed trying to grip Harry’s hands to get them away from her body.

He relented as she gasped for air, “that’s what I thought, pretty girl, now gimme a kiss, I’m long overdue,” as Harry sank some of his bodyweight against her, holding himself up by his forearms as Y/N strained her neck up to meet his lips with her own. Their lips moving together in synchronicity, Harry sucked gently on her bottom lip before his tongue met hers briefly before they broke away with a short peck. “Mm tastes like dairy milk,” Harry laughed, swiping his thumb over her bottom lip removing the remnants of their kiss and a little chocolate.

“I mean it is sometimes better than an orgasm,” Y/N said bravely before she leapt from their bed before Harry could catch her.

“That’s it, lovie,” Harry said chasing after her round their bedroom. They heard Vince start barking from downstairs once he overheard all the hilarity and as Y/N began to make haste for the bedroom door to go appease Vince, Harry caught her from behind, wrapping his arms around her middle. “I promised I’d make him scrambled eggs for breakfast, but the second we’re done, me n’you are coming straight back up here and I’ll show you how much better an orgasm can be, yeah?” Harry pressed as a kiss to her cheek as he slipped past her out their bedroom, calling out to Vince that he was coming and if he didn’t hush up the eggs were out of the question. Y/N stood trying to catch her breath, noticing that Harry had taken their advent calendars with him to sit on top of their mantlepiece for the next 24 days.

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Okay. Need a little ficlet bringing back Agent Henderson, the thirsty lab lady from Young At Heart.

Marcia Henderson – first in her class, two-time winner of the Boch & Stephens Award for outstanding contributions to forensic handwriting science, and thrice-divorced Special Agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation – was determined to push the limits of her profession. And, probably, was just a teensy bit bored.

She’d had cause to see and work with Special Agent Fox Mulder a lot more when he had been with Violent Crimes; Sasquatch, she figured, being a less practiced penman than the vicious hooligans scratching out ransom notes they had once tracked down together, but she saw him in the halls of Quantico or the Hoover Building every now and then, and damned if the man didn’t get better looking every year.

He had, at one point, agreed to go out with her, but that had been years and three partners ago, and she wasn’t about to hold him to it when when they had both probably changed immensely from the bright-eyed agents they’d been back then, in their late-twenties and fresh out of the academy.

And change – well, that was what she was interested in – if she could track the changes to a person’s personality through their handwriting - Mulder’s specifically. Graphology itself was looked down on by her peers, who considered the practice – analysis to evaluate personality traits – to be charlatanesque in comparison with the science-based and peer-reviewed forensic handwriting that they lauded themselves for – but Henderson had seen some shit in her years with the Bureau, and she wasn’t one to count out the occasional wild idea. One look through a few X-Files would rapidly strip you of your tendency to do so in the first place.

She was at the top of her game and she didn’t have a case – why the hell not, she thought.

It had been easy enough to get the samples. She had a copy of the last case they’d worked together; Barnett of the salamander hand and the backward aging – wild fucking case, that one. A newer case file had been slightly more difficult to get her hands on, but Holly up on the fourth floor worked in records and was a friend and had sent her the file via interoffice mail; a doozy involving a giant hallucinogenic fungi that fed on the flesh of unsuspecting hikers. And, it appeared, Special Agents of the FBI.

The first thing she pulled was the car rental requisition form from the old case, which had both agent’s signatures, and slid them under the microscope. First Mulder’s signature, and then, just out of curiosity, Scully’s. Her eyes rove over the individual letters, cataloging the slants; the broad strokes, the slender; the height and widths of loops, stems and baselines. From what she knew of Mulder back then, what she saw all tracked; physical frustration in the “M,” high self-esteem in the cross of the “F.” She didn’t know Scully well, then or now, but the “Y” of her last name pegged her as someone slow to trust and socially selective. Interesting.

Then Henderson pulled a page from the newer case – this a handwritten account – most likely written from the hospital bed, as she could see right away that it had been written while in a prone position – of the events that led up to the agents’ hospitalization and the case of the missing North Carolina hikers. And what a comparison!

Henderson swore under her breath.

“Change” wasn’t the right word for what had happened to these people according to their own handwriting. They’d transformed. Gone was the doubt in Scully, the resistance to change Henderson saw in the swoops, replaced by subtle variations indicating a quantum shift in the woman’s outlook and demeanor. And her “Y’s” and “G’s,” Henderson practically had to start fanning herself. The newly attained long wide lower loops that extended deeply into the lower zone using heavy pen pressure practically shouted her relatively newfound physical drives that were now strong and deep, speaking to a renewed sexual energy and imagination.

And then there was Mulder, good Christ. As awoken a beast as his own partner.

And if their pencraft didn’t speak to whom their newfound lustiness was aimed, the words of their reports certainly did. Mulder’s particularly. The man was in love. It was as obvious in the words that he wrote in the report as it was in his handwriting.

Henderson actually took a look over her shoulder as she was reading between the lines of the case file in front of her, secondhand embarrassment looming large. Dear God, did their superiors see what she did? The water cooler rumor mill certainly did, but that was true of any and all of the male-female agent pairings regardless of whether or not there was any truth behind the gossip.

She suddenly felt like a voyeur, and with only a moment’s hesitation, she pulled the papers out from under her microscope and slid them back into the file, sealing both into the interoffice envelope that Holly had sent down with a couple of quick twirls of red string.

Flushed, she stood and walked out of the lab at a clip, heading straight for the elevator bank.

Holly seemed surprised when she looked up and found her friend standing there, and she took the large manila envelope Henderson was holding out with a concerned expression.

“Marcia,” she said. “That was quick. Did I send the wrong one?”

Henderson shook her head, feeling a sense of relief when the other agent took the files out of her hands. “No,” she said quickly, forcing a smile. “Just changed my mind. I got a new case that just came in. Won’t have time for extracurriculars.”

“Ah,” said Holly, appeased.

“Coffee date on Friday?” Henderson asked her friend, who quickly and happily accepted.

Business complete, Henderson walked out of the office and over to the elevator bank, surprised when the doors opened just as she was about to push the call button. Before she could step in, out stepped the two people that had roused such a reaction in her not ten minutes before, heads inclined towards one another, no one else existing outside their little microcosm of two.

She opened her mouth to greet them but thought better of it, stepped on the newly empty elevator and pressed the button for her floor. Perhaps, she thought, she should stick to forensics after all.

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Hello👀

I'll leave a request and let you write if you like the idea

What about Wanda and R dating in high-school

But r is more the nerdy/athlete while wanda is the smart and popular girl and she's not ready to tell people about their couple and she thinks it would make her lose her friends because they don't really like y/n's group (like peter parler and all..)

So y/n get impatient cause she feels like wanda is ashamed of her.. You can choose what happened after this, it's up to you :3

Tell me what you think of the idea hahaha

A/n : this is my first Wanda fic so if there are any mistakes or i got something wrong feel free to remind me but hate is not accepted, this idea is so cute omggg, so i portrayed Wanda as Street smart and not much academic smart while a bit vice versa for the reader, i wanted a fluff ending so i did just that ❤️

Perfect ♡

Pairing : Wanda maximoff x fem!reader

Summary : request

ROSE 🌹

Warning : insecurity, little bit of angst if you squint, fluffy fluff and more fluff in the end 🤭

Note : i loved writing this so much 😭 i felt like i was in the moment, anyways what's important, i haven't set up the rules for requesting yet for this blog so to let y'all know i WON'T be taking character x male reader as i don't want to upset the dynamic and I'm a female so yeah, enjoy 😁

Word count : 1.4k kinda proof read

"word" - dialogue

Glossary : y/n - your name, y/n/n - your nickname

dragul meu - my love (in romanian), i searched and saw an article saying Wanda and pietro might have grown up speaking Serbian or romanian.

Your life was perfect, you had the most perfect friends, the most perfect best friend, the most perfect parents and most of all, the most perfect girlfriend.

Wanda maximoff, the school's popular girl first showed interest in me when our group was selected to present our school in the world science expedition, it was when we won the competition did everyone start noticing our group, when Wanda started noticing me, she made sure her approaches towards me were subtle enough to not to be noticed by others but clear enough for me, small notes in my locker, which i don't know how the hell she got the code too, but okay i guess? Mini gifts left on my desk with her initials on it, walking with me to our classes rather than her usual friends, talking to me in free periods, little things that made my heart flutter, and Peter never leaves one opportunity to tease me about it, i mean she's the most beautiful girl in the entire school, not only me but i think the whole school has a crush on her, but to be liked back by her is pretty much a big thing.

Wanda is friendly with practically everyone, she know everyone, even remember their names which i have no explanation on how Because i can barely remember someone's name they told me minutes ago, she was adored by everyone too, so basically a social butterfly but right now the main thing is, she likes me back and that's when i gathered any courage i had and asked her the question when we were in the cafeteria hallway walking towards our class "Wanda, do you like me?" She stumbled in her walk and i had to catch her to stop her from falling, her eyes wide as she stared at me, mouth opening and closing to form words but nothing came out, then she asked skeptically "do you?" Blood rushed to my cheeks, as I stared at the suddenly immensely interesting ground. After saying nothing for a few seconds i just nodded, ready to take off i turned but the next events changed my mind completely.

She pushed me against a door, that i don't know where it lead to, the only thing i can focus on is her lips on mine, her hands sneaking on my waist pulling me closer, i leaned back, giving her all the access she needed, my hands going up to her neck and in her hair, tangling my fingers with her long luscious red locks, she stopped looking down at me smirking and at this point i think i look like a tomato, "tomorrow at 7, I'll pick you up" and with a peck on my lips, she walked of like nothing happen while i stood there processing what the hell just happened.

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It's been a few weeks after that kiss, but it only got frequent, her taking me out, giving me gifts but she wanted to keep it a secret, ofcourse Peter knows everything, even if i don't tell him, he'll just know, when i told him about the kiss his squeal was more surprising then Wanda kissing me. The 'keeping it secret' thing didn't bother me but I wanted to show her off, to let everyone know she's mine and I'm hers, more probably because of those pesky boys who kept trying to woo her but she just turned them all down, which I couldn't be more happy about.

I returned her efforts with my own, always doting on her , bringing her flowers, especially a rose because it reminded me of her, only a single rose for every time we met. Aside from that, nobody in her friend circle ,or in mine except peter. knows about us, i have visited her house many times before, why? I was her tutor, but now "tutoring" was the last thing i did when we were in her room, though i still made her study even if she didn't want too because I didn't want her failing classes and she was already struggling with most of it, i sat beside her, observing her completing her calculus homework, she groaned throwing her head back, crying ont dramatically she leaned her head against my neck, i rolled my eyes at her antics, trying to push her off but i was unsuccessful as she threw away her notebook and supplies and attacked my lips and neck with kisses making me forget why i was here as well, after that calculus was the last thing on our mind.

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By far we've been dating for almost 6 months, mid terms were on head, mostly me, Peter, mj and ned spent our time in the Library discussing what update we have over the syllabus, while Wanda was out with her friends, doing whatever she does at this time, lately though she seemed distant, whenever i would approach after school or in the break, she acts she doesn't know me at all, but the moment Everyone is out she's as gushy as before, that baffled me i mean i knew she wanted to keep our relationship secret but now after so many encounters i couldn't help but think she was ashamed of me in some ways…i wouldn't blame her though, I'm just a girl who no one knows about other than the girl who's friends with Peter while Wanda is…. Wanda! There's no comparison between after all, this was eating me inside out, nagging me at the back of my mind 24/7.

I laid curled up in wanda's arms, she stroked my back lazily, any other day i would be blushing like crazy but now my mind was elsewhere, i was so deep in my thoughts that i didn't even notice her stop and pull back, only coming out of my trance when she spoke " y/n/n, are you alright, sweetheart?" I blinked several times looking at her, then blurred out without thinking " Wanda, are you ashamed of me?" Now it was her turn to stare wide eyed at me. " Love, what are you saying? Why would I be ashamed of you?" I just shook my head looking at the mattress, picking at the bedsheet as tears pricked my eyes, "y/n, talk to me, is this because i said i wanted to keep us private?" Her voice was soft, I looked up at her and said "No, no…you know? You seem so distant when i come up to you when you're with your friends, like you don't even know me, i know you want to keep it private and i do respect that, i really do but sometimes i couldn't help but feel like you're ashamed of me" i hung my head down, not being able to keep eye contact, too embarrassed to even look up.

She didn't say anything, hooking a finger under my chin, she tilted my face up to meet hers, a tear rolled down my cheek, tilting her face to the side she kissed me softly and pulled me in her arms, pulling back from the kiss she nuzzled her face next to mind and said "you will never shame me, dragul meu, and i did not mean to hurt you, you know how my friends get towards your group, i want to keep it down because i don't want to lose them or you" i sighed burying my head in her neck i said "I'm sorry, i was being stupid, i should have known you would never do that" she shook her head, pulling me even closer if possible "no, darling, you have every right to feel that and I'm glad you decided tell me, believe me i love you too much to even think of that" she chuckled and i smiled in her embrace, all those wrecked thoughts evaporating in seconds, my heart bouncing and once again my face was red.

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That evening she made sure you knew how much she loved you, even deciding that she would not be as subtle as she is now, still keeping it to themselves but she decided there was no harm in showing her lovely girlfriend off either, cuddling together her arms wrapped around yours, legs tangled together with your head on her chest, you smiled with you eyes closed, this was the best feeling you could ever imagine and didn't mind if this would become your forever.

The next day she didn't hesitate to kiss you on your cheek, still a bit hesitant but a big step from before and Wanda couldn't deny, she liked this too, her friends were taken aback but she didn't care, if you were happy she was happy too and that's all that mattered to her.

A/n : this is my first ever fic related to Marvel, i am a big fan and know much about it but if you see any mistake just let me know❤️ i hope you like it and idk if i did justice to the request 😭🌹

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