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unabashednightmarepizza · 2 years

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𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢 | Morpheus( Dream) x Goddess!Reader

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"Medusa... You should stop..."

"Shut the hell up, woman, and let me find a way!"

Sighing at the way she was banging on the outer part of your prison, you shook your head at her stubborness but couldn't help the flutter of your heart at how she was casting spells to set you free, or at least make it weak enough for you to get away, but Desire and that nightmare made sure nothing and no one would set you free.

She huffed in annoyance at what they had done to you, but she pitied you too... The last she remembers you, you were so strong that even Zeus and other gods had bowed in front of you, begged you to not kill them. You were merciless, strong, powerful enough to shake the whole universe yet...

You were treated like an animal... like a whore.

And she remembers your joyous, not so much for her, wedding. She could still remember the happy glint in your eyes and how content you were... What hurt her the most was the fact that the being that was blessed to have you seemed like he didn't even care about you, always looking somewhere else and maybe, you saw yet didn't comment on it or was just pretending to be happy but, the sad smile you wore haunted her more than she wanted to admit.

All in all, the one that she despised so much for having you, the one being that left a bitter taste on everyone's mouth wasn't even here to save his own wife.

"And where the hell is that husband of yours? Surely, he must know-" Medusa was cut off from pouring her venomous words when you spoke your next words lifelessly, shocking her and making her heart shatter at how severe this situation was.

"I don't know, fucking around somewhere else or something... probably..." you muttered weakly, not having enough power to talk or argue with your... ex-wife who was trying to save you, who wore a surprised look at how you seemed small behind that invisible wall, someone who used to always tease her and be playful all the time even in serious times.

She stopped what she was doing and just lowered her hands slowly, understanding the meaning and the pain behind your words. She looked you up and down, and bent down to see your eyes. The eyes that held many stars when she first met you at the beach of her home, the eyes that had an excitement not expected from a princess like you.

They were such beautiful days, she thought bitterly. You always achieved to make me feel strong, make me feel beautiful in your eyes. What did he do to destroy all that life you had? All the things you were, Y/N?

"Y/N... Please, look up... I need to see that you're still-"

"People think I'm not aware of my surroundings since I'm captured but the thing is, I've never been conscious of something that much... He is free, and didn't even come to look for me... You were right, Medusa... Happiness is something I don't deserve..."

Feeling the bitterness of her words, the ones she had yelled at you after what happened to her and broke your marriage, Medusa felt her eyes swell with tears and she slithered to where you were hanging and even if her hands wouldn't be able to touch yours, she layed her green and slightly clawed hand flat on the prison that held you. Calling out to you sternly, you were shocked to see that she was smiling with tears inside the eyes you complimented many times.

" What I said that day... Everything I blamed you for, wasn't your fault. It was only that asshole's for deceiving both you and me and I'm so sorry for realizing this after so long we... we..." she gulped hard and laughed humorlessly while wiping her tears.

"I will not give up on you, you hear me? Even if it takes ages, I will free you and we'll talk later... Your soul called out to me and I'll personally face off that supposedly husband of yours and... We will fix everything up, and mourn for our loss..."

The determined look on her face and how her lips pulled up to reveal her reassuring smile, you felt something stir in your chest. To see someone you thought that hated you, someone who you guessed moved on... here, trying everything to free you, to be with you when even the closest ones didn't come...

I should have never left that day... I was a coward and let something as beautiful as her slip away...

Badump...

"So, Queen of 9 Realms, the Goddess of Life and Creation... You better pull your shit up and get ready because when you get out, you will show everyone who you really are!" And the final grin she sent your way and the soft hissing of her snakes set a new flame inside you to fight even more, and to face the ones who betrayed you.

Your brother Hod, your friend Heimdall and... Your husband who didn't come to you even when you asked him to...

You would show him and everyone to why every being would never dare to hurt the Heart of Asgard and face with your wrath.

"How did you find me?"

Hod turned to look at where Johanna was speaking, only to see the same cloaked form in front of him after the human was able to get away from the Dream Lord. He wouldn't say it, but he was impressed at how quick she was on her feet.

"You were dreaming... And the pull I had with my wife lead me here..."

"Yes... The god who was possesing her body. Really, though, don't you feel weird by having a body but also not?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Hod leaned his back over the wall behind him while Morpheus was watching him with careful eyes and a distain only reserved for those who wronged him. "He has no regards to those close to him... He doesn't care about the consequences-"

"I don't remember if she asked you, Dream... And don't talk like you know everything about us." said Hod with a warning hiss while he was looking away from the window in Johanna's room. He felt, caged, like a bird trying and failing each time it wanted freedom. He realized that, with Johanna being rude and watching other humans do any kind of bad deeds, he was right on hating them.

Besides, Johanna was no different than them. She said she cared about those around her, that she wasn't like the others he had seen when she got away from Morpheus and entered her flat.

But he knew what she had done to Rachel, and even if it was to protect her... Little did she know, it all meant nothing.

But hoping that he was wrong for one, at that time, just a few hours ago, he only asked one simple question only for it to be not answered.

"Then why don't you free me?"

Though he understood that he was the one threatening her with killing her and other humans, but the spell didn't contain shackles and he would be just fine inside a circle, just... He just didn't want to remember the painful memories of his childhood.

The ones that included his father beating him and his sister always sticking up for him.

"Anyways, he came for the pouch so... You better give it, Johanna. He has a bad record of people who ended up in a certain place because they didn't do what he asked them."

Glancing between you two, Johanna just sighed and got up to look for it, after Morpheus promising her that the nightmare wouldn't be a problem, leaving both men with each other.

"What have you done to my wife? If there is someone who would know, it's you..."

Morpheus came closer to Hod, your body. Everything was the same with you, same eyes, same look, same nose, same slight freckles-a result of your powers-... It was just the soul that wasn't the same.

Hod gave a slight huff at his question, muttering inside his mind a as if I'd tell you, and just grinned wolfishly at him. "I don't know~"

"Don't you dare lie to me... You and I both know that you are in no shape to stand against me..."

"And? You are forgetting that you also are in no shape to hurt her body, it would bring pain on both of you... After all, when a soulmate is hurt, so is the other~"

Morpheus felt his blood boil at how careless he was, not even worrying about you when he always talked about you as if you were important to him. And by how his eyes were shining with mischief, he just knew that he had a finger on your disappearance.

Before he could have walked up to him, Johanna sticked her head out from the corner, telling them to chill and make Hod follow her to help with looking for the sand when the word "soulmate" peeked her interest.

"Wait, so soulmates are real?"

"Of course they are, though I don't which one is which humans... But the fact that an Endless even has one is a miracle." He scoffed at the look of bewildrement on her but she chose to continue the talk.

"Why though? I mean he is a being too, right? Isn't it normal?"

"It might have, if she wasn't a mortal..."

"What's that supposed to mean? She is a goddess therefore she is... immortal?"

Johanna exclaimed nervously, not understanding what it meant to both the Endless and the god before her.

On the other hand, Morpheus felt his blood run cold at what Hod said with a sad glint in his,your, eyes. He always knew that you were a mortal who just had a longer life than normal humans, and he always chose to believe that it was a blessing. A blessing to love you, meeting you and having kids with you, with all that happened on the way...

But maybe it wasn't as much of a blessing it was to you.

It was no secret that he had previous lovers before you, and he even had an ex-wife. It was all before you were born and reached maturity and as soon as he felt the bond between you two, when you were born, he already committed himself to you fully.

And he remembered the day vividly.

You were sleeping in your crib, letting out soft coos and giggles which brought a soft smile to his cold face and his icy eyes melted at the soft baby that was craddled with the softest silks. He never said it- Lucienne saw him once making grabby hands back at a baby in his realm who was doing the same to him, though he made her keep her mouth shut- but the sight of you, squirming and giggling in your dream made a pleasant feeling spread in his chest, feeling happy that you were happy. He knelt down beside your crib, caressing the soft yet short locks of your hair and the chubby cheeks that seemed so cute, he watched you grab his hand in your sleep which made him coo at your form as well.

Drifting his eyes away from you, he looked at all the lavishing things you had in your room, yet none was enough for you and the precious soul you had. He knew that you were his soulmate, something he thought he would never have, but now that the higher beings granted him, an Endless, with a soulmate to be one with, to rule and love, a great gift that had never been given to any Endless before, he knew he had to give you something that would show every being that you were protected by him all times so, with little to no hesitate, he took out the little ruby necklace he prepared by his hands, the one he crafted with all he had to offer.

Kissing your little forehead and getting up to attend his duties, he shushed your form that was now laying awake and looking into his stormy eyes with a curious tilt of your head. Chuckling at you and becoming one with the darkness, he uttered his final words to you before going back to his kingdom.

"Sleep well, Y/N... As long as I'm here, no harm shall ever come to you..."

"Wait, so... You two are not immortals?"

"Yep."

"And you can die?"

"Yes, happened a few times~"

Morpheus became aware of his surroundings again, after yet another memory resurfacing, and looked back at the stunned woman who was still digging around to find his pouch. But none of the things they were talking about mattered.

He needed to know... He needed to hear that what happened to his previous lovers didn't happen to you too.

"Hod... What did you mean by your sentence? About her... not being immortal..."

Deadpanning at him and how uncomfortable he looked, Hod just gave a flustered sigh and cocked his hip out in a judging way. "What did you think when you married my sister? That she would magically be immortal?"

"She was given the choice, if she wanted... She could and still be immortal..."

"Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want to end whatever family drama you're having but... Why is it so important that she's not an immortal?"

Hod chuckled humorlessly at her question, tears slightly gathering at the corner of his eyes while he shook his head in disbeilef... Not because of Johanna, but how inconsiderate and stupid Morpheus was being by not understanding the meaning behind his words.

"Morpheus... Do you know why I did what I did? You know what I'm talking about, don't make me repeat them..."

Gulping down at the voice inside his mind, Morpheus didn't understand why he was being secretive by not talking out loud in front of the human female but decided to listen to him, knowing what he was talking about. All the hurt and hatred he brought onto humans with his arrival on the earth...

"I'll not explain everything to you, at least not right now, but please... I'm begging you to let me go... You don't know what you're ruining by letting her keep me. My sister is dying, and if you trully care about her... do it for her"

Morpheus felt his heart stop at the word "dying", and the desperation in Hod's voice, how a god like him begged to be let go... He, for the first time, didn't know what to do. He was a King and an Endless with many subjects wanting something from him, some he complied and some he refused. But never had he had to decide between what the dangers the universe might face with if he let go of Hod and what he might loose, his precious wife...

He knew Johanna wouldn't let go of him so easily, though the woman had a golden heart that was hidden by harsh attitude. But maybe, just maybe...

Hod, on the other hand, took his silence as yet another selfish act and scowled in anger. If that's what you want, if you wish to hurt my sister further more... Then, I shall destroy you with the painful truth...

"The reason why her being a mortal is important is, dear Johanna, because the Endless is not supposed to be with mortals. Dare they do it, the universe would destroy what that mortal holds dear, as if it was only their fault."

Feeling perplexed at how thight Hod was clenching his jaw, and how Morpheus balled his fist in a deadly aura, Johanna knew that she shouldn't be asking about anything more, even though she was curious to know more about you and your marriage.

Luckily for her, Hod didn't let her ask.

" Remember the other goddesses and humans you've been with... All of them had someone to care, Nada had her people, Calliope had her son and so on. And what's the outcome? Death, tragedy and a literal sun burning innocent people... She didn't have anyone she cared when you married her, she already had lost her people and her whole family. She didn't have anyone except herself to care for... And therefore, prepared her own end. But, she found a new one with you, thought you could be a family to her..."

"But he didn't do any of it and it resulted with her... disappeance..."

Hod gave a surpised look at Johanna who caught on what he was saying faster than anyone, not the one in the other hand of his anger.

He nodded his head at her solemnly and Johanna, even though she never met you, she heard about you and how kind of a princess you were from her grandmother. How you helped humanity in many way. She, for some reasons, felt the pain you must be in but it wasn't that she and you shared the same pain. It was more like her and Morpheus were on the same page, being the ones who inflicted that pain on their lovers.

But looking at him now, how he avoided the two pairs of eyes on him and clutched his hand between the other one, the way his brows and lips wobbled and the way he bit on them showed to her that he felt immense guilt at everything he did and did not do for you.

But of course, it didn't mean everything was good just because he was grovelling.

Knowing that it wasn't her place to comment on this, she opened her mouth to tell them that she knew where the pouch was, but Hod stepped closer to Morpheus who was standing aimlessly and Johanna didn't try to stop him for he had to let everything out to him.

"You killed her piece by piece every day, with every missed meal and every time you acted like she wasn't there. You made her believe that she was nothing but a simple object to stand next to you when you, as a man, as a husband were supposed to take care of her, love her for eternity... I may have a finger on her capture but all I did was to save her from your clutches, so that she wouldn't be one of your victims... but guess what? I was already too late..."

"And I promise you, Dream... If something happens to her, if she dies because of you... If I can't save her, I'll come for you next."

"I never would have thought you'd be such an asshole."

"Well, you know what they say: it takes a bitch to know a bitch..." Hod scowled at the astonished look she was giving him after he told everything to Morpheus, how you overused your powers to keep the Dreaming, Asgard and your children alive which resulted in you, dying at a fast rate.

"I may seem like the bad guy here, but the only way to save her was capturing her and putting her to Y/N's Sleep... But now, I don't know where she is and you'll help me in exchange of me not killing you."

Trying to close that topic for good, he nudged the woman beside him which earned a curious tilt from her. "What about you? It's obvious that the emo cat here has a bad history with love... So don't you have a special someone? Is that the someone who you gave the pouch?"

"I didn't give... I left it, alongside her..."

Raising a brow at how she looked ahead, trying to hide the pain her heart was in, Hod knew that whatever was her story was a complicated one but the story she gave, the one that included her staying for a few months and leaving si ce Rachel thought that they were something...

He didn't buy it.

"For one, It doesn't look like it didn't mean anything to you..."

"How would you know, oh so powerful Hod?"

" First, watch your tongue. Two, if it didn't mean anything, your heart wouldn't be in pain... I can feel it throb inside as if it has several glass shards, constantly cutting and bleeding everywhere... Why did you do it, knowing it will hurt?"

"Because it never ends well, does it?"

"Love shits? No, darling. They surely wouldn't and it seems three of us are losers at love..." chuckling humorlessly, Johanna saw the look of experience and the sad pull of the lips and made a note to herself to ask about it mlre since he seemed more... docile. Deciding to change the topic, since everyone became awkward, she turned to the god next to him.

"So where were you when all of these happened? Before she was as good as dead and everything went downhill I mean?"

"Where was I? Hmm, a good question indeed..."

"You are not going to tell us, right?"

"Nope..." Hod said cheerfully, earning a smack from the back of his head from Johanna. She had enough of him and his shit, even though it was funny to see Morpheus and him bicker like an old-married couple, if universe was in danger and the only way to save it was through you, it seemed that she had to open his skull and make him understand that he needed to trust them.

"Look, I understand your distain to humanity and Morpheus-"

"It's not just distain but if that's how you word it... meh."

"For once in your life! Listen to me! I don't know what exactly happened between them but if you put your hatred aside for a few seconds to really look into Morpheus, you would see that he changed and is feeling immense guilt what he had caused..."

Raising his head at the stern voice of the female who was defending him even though she didn't like him that much, Morpheus smiled slightly at how she was challenging a god, not being aware that he could kill her easily.

He was glad that someone had his back, but now, he understood how he broke your heart over the years and how there was a chance that you wouldn't take him back.

Did you think he left you? Or maybe, his disappearance caused his enemies to come after you? Did they hurt you? Or the children? Did you feel fear, whenever you were running? Or sadness at your failure and how he would react?

"Constantine, he's right... I never was the husband I was supposed to be. I never even looked at her once and there were times I wished she would go away so that I'd be free of the nagging she did but..."

Seeing Hod becoming even more angrier and how he clenched his jaw, Morpheus raised a hand to stop him and looked into your eyes while a tear slipped from his eye. And then another, and another...

"I never knew the God would accept what I said, and bring the worst kind of pain down on me... I know I can't make you believe, neither can I make it up to her but I'll not give up. And I'll win her heart aga-"

Hod was amazed at how his tears kept going even after he wiped them and how he turned his back to let out a shuddering breath while looking up to see the twinkling stars that reminded him of you. Frowning to himself, Hod couldn't help but think... A man, yet alone Morpheus, would never openly cry and weep for anyone... Maybe he really changed? Or is it a facade he wear-

Widening his eyes at the omnious aura the house they had come emiting, he bit his lips hard and turned to the duo waiting for him to say something. But apparently, something was about to go very wrong. Number 1 fact of the list of Why I Hate Humans, they always attract danger!

"Fine, I will tell you all about it but first... It's not ConstanTAYN, it's ConstanTEEN! The poor ancestor of hers spent his entire time correcting people! And two, you might wanna let me go again because there's a-HOLY SHIT IS THAT FENRIR!?"

Hod screamed in worry while gripping his hair in distress at seeing a huge black wolf poking from inside one of the apartments. And if it was was here... Hela wouldn't be so away.

But of course, Johanna had to stop him again.

Having enough of that binding spell, he used all of his powers into destroying the bond and snapped his fingers to free himself and stood before the woman who looked at him terrified.

"I wonder what you will do when you see Rachel... If you will defend him like you do now, or blame him for her downfall...Don't take me as a fool, just because I said I would talk. Now stay back..." said Hod darkly, earning a gasp from the woman in front of him, making her stagger back in shock at how he knew her relationship.

And even though it was a clear threat coming from him, Johanna had to get inside and see for herself that everything was fine...

Which wasn't, and a certain Queen of the Underworld was waiting for them to enter with a noncholant stare at the door.

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beetsandskzreads · 2 years

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a guide to finding your chan

bang chan x gn! reader

fluffy fluff, somewhat crack-ish

warnings: mention of a single curse word, and nothing else except this is somewhat cheesy lmao

"okay guys grab a drink or a snack if you need it, we're just gonna review this quickly so as you can go home, have dinner and get comfy in bed, i'm looking at you chan, don't you dare stay up late working, today was a really packed day and tomorrow won't be much lighter either, so you get some rest." you said in the most caring voice you could boss them around in.

you were working with skz as their media manager for about two years now. you usually hang around them for concerts and events to take photos and post about them, help them organize their vlive events, plan games and activities for them, sometimes giving suggestions for other videos and media content they might make and sometimes they would ask for advice for what to post on social media, mostly trying to help them understand what stay would like or not (but usually you just tell them to post almost everything because stays are always thirsty, therefore appreciate everything)

two years had gone by in a flash yet you made so many connections with them, everyone felt basically like family, even though you didn't spend a lot of time around, it felt like you were always there to share their big achievements, so you helped them celebrate everything and also guided them a little bit along the way.

right now you were all reading comments from a live they had made, you sometimes do these kinds of things with them because they like to keep up with what's exciting stays, what they think it's funny and their opinions, to inspire them for their next interactions.

"han jisung should never be allowed to cut his hair ever again" minho reads out

"i guess i can keep it this long for a while but i'm not gonna let it grow much more, long hair is too much work" jisung responds as he started messing with hyunjins hair

"stay single 'till you find your own chan" felix keeps reading the comments

"true shit, I need to find me a chan" you say mindlessly, after all, anyone could agree chan is boyfriend material (heck, husband material even), so you totally weren't saying that because you have feelings for him, no (yes), it's just a common knowledge thing around here.

"what do you mean you need to find a chan? I'm your chan" chan turns to you and announces, in a somewhat pouty voice. you start blushing furiously.

you and chan had... let's say a fling(?) going on. you guys had gotten really close over the past year, and even more so the last two months,.,., things were getting to the point where it was physically hard for you not to kiss him, like there was a magnet pulling you to him, but you kept resisting it because you hadn't talked about your relationship.

since you've never spoken like you were a couple before, chan pulling that sentence in a room where anyone could hear made you freeze for a second. you couldn't talk about this right here!! ...then again you kind of pushed it saying what you did before... what were you supposed to do now tho??? flirt back?? play it cool?? does he mean it?? is he flirting jokingly or seriously? what reaction is he expecting from you in front of them?

"why would you get another chan? I thought I was your chan :(" he insisted in a lower voice since he was now closer to you.

"ooh honey you are my chan, you're right, I don't need any other chan" you say solfty, messing with his hair for a bit as you would to a kid, trying, and I repeat, TRYING to play it cool.

after this, thirty minutes go by as you keep reading the comments from the live, trying to contain your heavy blushing since chan curled up to your side after your interaction, until you decide to finish up and everyone starts to gather their things to leave. everyone but chan.

he stood by and when he felt a little more privacy in the room, he spoke up.

"hey umm... y/n?"

"yeah?" you could feel the barely gone blush coming back to your cheeks again already.

"this might be a weird way to put it but... I meant what I said back there. about 'being your chan', I mean. I'd really like us to be something more... I've been thinking about it for a while and I was wondering how you feel about it. or rather... how do you feel about me?" he asks somewhat hesitantly.

---I think you know it by now, reader, you're blushing uncontrollably---

"I- I think I only said I 'needed my own chan' because I really like you and... you know, a part of me isn't sure if I could, like, have you" you mutter the last two words.

"but what if you could, tho, have me?" he comes closer. even though he's also visibly blushing, he has a good feeling about where this is going.

you look up to him, feeling shy as ever, not wanting to say something corny and yet having no idea how to put it in words.

as you come across the hopeful look in his eyes, you feel yourself relaxing under the comfort they bring you.

"if I could have you, then I would claim you" you find the courage within to take a step closer to him, looking up into his eyes.

"claim me, then" he says in the softest way someone ever could, looking down at you clearly wanting you to-, feeling you wanting to kiss him.

and so you do.

a soft kiss developing for a couple minutes until you separate to look at each other.

"hyung!! are you coming?" jisung asked, coming into the room that had emptied out while you two flirted in a quiet corner. as he stands at the door, looking at how close you two are standing, his facial expressions shift as he hits the realization "oh- you know what? take your time" and just like that, he's out the room.

you and chan giggle together reacting to jisungs silly ways.

"sooo I guess you have to go?" you ask

"I-umm-yeah-I should probably go."

he doesn't leave.

he just stands there looking at you like there's something oh-so-interesting in your face he needs to keep looking at.

"ummm, chan?"

"yeah?"

"are you going or... ? is there something else you'd like to say?"

"oh- right. ummm I-uh... I really like you. a lot." he says, containing his smile from stretching even more "just... felt weird leaving after we just-you know. I kind of wished I could stay a bit more"

"ohh I see, I really like you too, channie." you kiss his cheek "but you need to go home and get some rest, they're waiting for you. and, you know, I guess you're my chan now so we'll have plenty of time"

"okay. yeah, you're right." oh how you love to see him like this, read ears, big smile, dimples showing... "your chan is going home now, then"

"okay" you smile

...

"can I get another kiss tho?" he asks, still in the same spot as before

"chan!!" you complain, laughing at how dorky he is

[of course you kiss him again]

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lavunyan · 2 years

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Cheek Kiss

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!reader (Haru) Word Count: 1,124 words Warning: Nothing other than super-duper fluff Summary: You got a fever, what would he do?

A/N: Soooo SKZoo Pop Up Store is almost here. Who else gonna buy Wolfchan? Because I do~ I will bring him when I watch SKZ concert later so he could see his father on the stage hahahahaha Anyway, enjoy this drabble, my beautiful STAY~

Chan frowned upon knowing that Haru hadn't replied to any messages he sent to her the entire day. She usually texted him about how busy she was and would be in touch after handling everything. That also applied to him. He would inform her if he had a fully packed schedule or just spending time at the studio.

But it's been more than 24 hours since the last time Haru replied to his text, and it makes him anxious.

"She is not there?"

"Nope, she is not here, Chris. The last time she came was a week ago. I think she was busy with her work."

Her mother's statement alerted him, and he quickly adjusted everything into his bag.

"Alright then, Mum. I'll go check up on her now."

"Thank you, Chris. Next time come to our house. Your Pa is surely missing his lovely son."

"Of course. I miss you too, Mum. I'll get going now. Say hello to Pap for me, will ya?"

"I will, now go and please rest. I heard you rarely took a rest. What is wrong with younglings nowadays?" Chan giggled at Haru's mom's nag.

Not until his worries took his mind away. Haru didn't inform her condition over the text that it would happen once in a blue moon. He has known her since he was a trainee. No, they have known each other since he was in Australia. Their parents have been best friends since he was young. Given the fact that they are both Korean.

They lost contact after he became a trainee and moved to Korea. Then she moved to Korea when she was in middle school. Of course, her parents naturally took care of him and 'adopted' him as Haru is the only child. Needless to say, they became closer, and she is constantly bugging him. Remind him to take a rest or send him memes in the middle of the night just because she couldn't sleep, and knowing him having trouble sleeping, she took that chance to bug him.

So this type of behavior makes his heart jump.

He no longer sneaks up to Haru's apartment because his lover has been very familiar to his fans since his trainee days. It's become an open secret to people that Haru is part of his family, so no one really questions Haru as someone more than a family.

Her voice appeared several times in Changbin's vlog when they were on vacation with the rapper's family. People could tell that there were two women voices when Changbin talked to his sister. Moreover, Haru often brings food to the dorm makes her less suspicious.

Clearly, Chan doesn't worry if his relationship is exposed with Haru someday. She took care of the kids, never caused trouble at school, had fantastic achievements, and on top of that, she is a lawyer. What could go wrong with that?

He is lucky to have her, to be honest. Why would someone as amazing as Haru wants to be with him?

If she knew his thoughts now, he would get smacked real good.

He opened her door; it was dark and cold, like no one had set foot in this apartment for a while. He raised his eyebrows, surprised if his lover was not home. He found out that all her shoes were tucked neatly on the shelf as he looked around. It means that she is home.

Did she already fast asleep? This early?

Tiptoeing his way to her bedroom, true to his words, he found her safe and sound. He let his breath go knowing her was resting and not having a significant accident.

He threw his bag by the bed and sat beside her, leaning his body so he could see her better in the dark. As he caressed the side of her face, that burning feeling caught him off guard. She had a fever.

Chan took everything he needed; a warm towel, a glass of water, meds. Everything. He strides into her room to get everything ready before waking his girl.

Once again, leaning towards her, he wiped her sweaty skin. He used to wipe her skin but seeing her not giving him any response -not even a beautiful smile- didn't sit well with him. He is ashamed of himself, not realizing that his lover has been sick the whole day.

Feeling something rub her body, she slowly opened her eyes and found Chan focused on his task.

"... Chris?"

"It will make you better, Love. Let me change your pajama; it's so sticky. Must be uncomfy."

Haru stayed silent, permitting him to get rid of her clothes, followed by a groan; her head was pounding so bad, and every part of her body was aching.

"Sshhh... Little more. Almost done, Baby."

Chan changed her pajama and continued wiping her body. It gave her some relief. But before he could take off her pants, she stopped him.

"I am on my period. Just let it be."

He shook his head and declined her request. Now he understands why she got a fever. He knew her body temperature would quickly spike up whenever she got her period. The usual cold-temp body would be a little warm, and she always complained about how uncomfortable her body was.

"Ah... your period?"

She nodded and closed her eyes. Chan moved her body so he could reach her back. He slowly changed her clothes and moved her to a more comfortable position.

"First day?"

"Yea, and it sucks."

He chuckled. He was no longer worried about his lover because she could answer his questions with sass. Chan put her pajamas aside and kissed her cheek while caressing her hair.

"You will get my fever if you kiss me like that, Babe."

"Aw... This fever is from your period, babe. It won't get to me so that I will kiss you as much as possible." He then proceeds to kiss her longer than before.

"Do as you like then," she rolled her eyes.

"Want a tub of ice cream?"

It piqued her interest, but then she frowned upon the idea.

"I have a fever, tho?"

He laughed hard and pinched her cheek, overwhelming her with that gesture of his. She only had a fever, not dying. So what is fever without being stubborn about eating some pistachio ice cream?

He came with a tub of ice cream in his hand and handed it to her while he took off his t-shirt. His favorite thing was planting his body skin to skin with hers. So while they had a movie night, he will put her close to him as much as possible.

Now then,

Netflix? Check.

Ice cream? Check.

Cuddle? Check.

Cheek kiss? Absolutely.

Masterlist

#Stray Kids #stray kids #bang chan x reader #bang chan #stray kids imagines #bang chan fanfic #stray kids fic #bang chan imagines #bang chan fluff #chan fluff #bang chan au #bangchan au #bangchan imagines #bangchan fanfic #stray kids fluff #bangchan x reader

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luverofralts · 2 years

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Arkhelios University

“You!”

Jorah stormed into the kitchen the moment he heard his sister’s voice lecturing Valerian in the other room. Ulyssa was later than usual, which had almost given Jorah hope that she would skip her visit for today. Roman had already dropped off the usual group of kids for the afternoon, and it was almost peaceful in the Durant house for once. Cain was quietly starting his homework, while Jorah had lost Theo and Rose somewhere in the house playing hide and seek. Jorah had been assured by Roman that Theo knew better than to hide on the roof or anywhere else dangerous, and if he somehow managed to hurt himself, Roman wouldn’t hold Jorah responsible. Jorah certainly didn’t envy the rules Roman had to lay down for his son; if and when he had kids of his own, Jorah felt confident that he wouldn’t have any trouble keeping them off the roof.

Ulyssa popped her head into the kitchen curiously, then beamed when she saw her brother.

“Oh, good. You’re here! I brought you some-”

“Who do you think you are?” he demanded, startling her. “You told Wanda about my private business? This is why I didn’t want you to know! You always have to ruin everything for me! There’s never been one time in my life that you’ve let me make any boundaries of my own! Everything is about you, you, you. I don’t know how the queen manages to live with you since everything has to be done your way. You’re always right about every single thing!”

“You’re mad that I tried to help you?” Ulyssa asked incredulously. “I went out of my way to help you achieve the dream you’ve had since we were kids, and you’re mad at me? I had to call in a favour from Wanda to get you that potion, and she gave up some of her free time to brew it for you. You should be thanking me instead of throwing a little fit about your privacy.”

“Thanking you?” Jorah repeated, staring at his sister like she’d grown a second head. “I never asked for your help! I don’t want your help! I just want to spend a single god damn day in my own house without seeing you here in ordering people around! Stop telling me what to do!”

“So Valerian, how are things?” Maura asked politely, trying to ignore the commotion in the kitchen. It sounded like things were getting surprisingly intense for a fight Jorah was involved in, but Maura had repeatedly warned her wife that even the most mild mannered person had their limits. She’d supported Ulyssa’s plans to help coax her little brother into leadership in the past, but even she could see how Jorah wasn’t thrilled with the constant intervention. Ulyssa didn’t get a lot of personal freedom in the palace, and Maura had just chocked her obsession with “helping” her brother up to Ulyssa needing to feel in control of one area of her life. The day when Maura took the throne and could make whatever decisions she wanted was very far off, and Ulyssa needed some outlet in the meantime. Maybe starting their own family sooner than they’d planned would give her enough distraction to mend the relationship with her brother and stay out of his own decisions.

“Things have been interesting,” Valerian replied with a nervous chuckle. “Those two certainly keep things interesting anyway. Thank you for thinking about us with that potion Wanda made. Ulyssa overstepped, but I’m pretty sure she did it for the right reasons. She meant well, even if she went a bit far.”

“Don’t worry about flattering me,” Maura laughed. “I know what my wife is like. You should see what she and Roman get up to when their egos start inflating. I honestly don’t know how Arkhelios is still standing with those two and Lucy running around here.”

“Fair enough,” Valerian agreed, watching the kitchen doorway in case objects started flying around. He’d never seen his husband this upset at his sister before. Usually Jorah just endured the teasing and the unsolicited advice, but his encounter with Wanda the night before had him screaming obscenities in their room loud enough for Lauren to bang the connecting wall until he quieted down.

“Um, I’m not sure how to politely ask this, your Highness, but uh, do you think that maybe you could ask your grandmother to give Ulyssa some kind of charity work, or a project? Not that she’s not welcome here, I love having you guys over, but-”

“But she’s a bit of a petty tyrant?” Maura finished, smiling at her nervous brother in law. “She knows what she wants and how to get it, that’s what I love about her, but I understand. Trust me, I understand. I’ll see what I can find to keep her busy. Maybe giving her the task to find that Mark kid a project would help. That would solve my obligation and give her something to stay out of her brother’s hair.”

“Not that you’re grateful or anything, but I found several other potions that might help, and personally delivered them here,” Ulyssa snapped. “Just so you can have the family you’ve been wanting since we were kids. And since I delivered them myself, you don’t have to worry about anyone else learning your horrible secret that you’re so concerned about. God forbid people find out that you and Valerian aren’t as picture perfect as you claim to be.”

“Yeah, it’s so noble of you to keep interfering in my life,” Jorah snarled, unable to even look at the wide variety of potion bottles that littered the kitchen. “I’m so thankful that you once again have ordered me into doing exactly what you think I should be doing. What a saint you are for taking the time out of your supposedly busy life to come boss me around and tell me what strange garbage to put in my body. What would I ever do without you?”

“Poor Jorah, your life is so hard. You barely do anything around here and are content to just mope around instead of taking any action yourself. I’m such a bad sister for helping you, whatever was I thinking?” Ulyssa replied in a mocking tone.

“I can’t get anything done around here because you won’t let me!” Jorah shouted, flipping his sister off when she made a mocking face at him in reply. “I don’t need your help! I don’t want your help! Why don’t you just go fuck off to your castle and leave me and Dad and Grandma alone. No one wants you and your stupid schemes around here!”

Ulyssa looked shocked to learn that Jorah even knew how to make obscene gestures or swear. In her head, he was still that pudgy little boy making wishes on falling stars with Lucy. Even now that he was apparently seething with rage, Ulyssa still couldn’t take him seriously. Her baby brother was about as threatening as an angry cat meme. It was good that he’d found someone like Valerian to marry. Even if Jorah had ever managed to win over Roman’s affections, living with the half-demon would have been a disaster for her little brother. He wasn’t made to handle the same stress that she, Maura and Roman lived with daily. Even if he denied needing her help, Ulyssa knew that deep down, Jorah needed guidance and reassurance. It was her fault that he was in the position of family heir, and she would help him anyway she knew how until he could do the job on his own.

As the adult siblings devolved into name calling and childish punching, some of the unattended children took an interest in Ulyssa’s potions. Rose had been scared off by the potential threat of something magical, while Theo was thrilled to see so many familiar bottles from school in a place like Arkhelios. He could recognize at least two types of healing potions sitting on the counter and a love potion some of the older kids joked about making to help them on dates. It was all above Theo’s head since love and dates were gross things adults did, but he was still excited to see magical items up close without someone older shooing him away from them.

He had read pretty far in the work book the demon sovereign had given him, but he didn’t have access to any of the materials the more advanced spells called for to practice with. He was progressing well with bonding animals to each other, but he still caught his parents sharing worried looks whenever they discussed the magic Theo would have to perform for their wedding. If Uncle Jorah didn’t want Aunt Ulyssa’s potions, then Theo would be doing them a favour if he took one to experiment with. Maybe he could make it even better, and his aunt and uncle would thank him for making a useless potion useful. He might even get extra credit at school. All he needed was a drop of blood and some whispered latin, and Theo would be showered with praise for his generous help. No one would even know he’d altered it until the potion exceeded all expectations.His plan to astound his family was flawless.

Ulyssa and Jorah had taken their sibling spat outside, slapping and shoving and sometimes even pulling hair or biting each other like they were still six and not in their twenties. Their annoyed spouses sat like civilized adults in the living room, waiting for tempers to cool. Surely the two of them would have calmer heads after they worked out their aggression. Maura just hoped that that wretched town gossip wasn’t milling around with her camera.

“Cindra?”

Nathan entered the kitchen from the hall, looking for his ex-girlfriend. He’d snuck in through her bedroom window just like he had when they were teens, but had been surprised to see that it was empty. She’d been the one to call him over to visit. He just assumed that she wanted him to enter the house in the way he usually had back when they were dating.

“What are these?” he wondered to himself, eyeing Ulyssa’s stash of potions with curiosity. He didn’t have any clue what most of these did, but if someone had stashed this many potions in the Durants’ kitchen, there was probably a good reason.

Maybe Roman left these here. Who else would have a stash like this just lying around? I wonder if any of these were what he was taking to suppress his dark form. Would it work for me? Can I suppress.....

A sharp pain in his head dispelled any fantasies Nathan might have had. There were no words exchanged, but he could feel the darkness pooling in his mind, making its displeasure known.

Nathan grabbed the closest bottle and took a quick sip of it in defiance. It tasted like strawberries and cherries and raspberry jam. He could smell a faint scent that still lingered after he’d put the bottle down that reminded him of the roses he could remember his father bringing home after fighting with his mother.

The darkness wasn’t moved by the sweet aroma, and Nathan sighed irritably. It had been worth a try.

“Oh, Nathan you’re here. Did you do something different with your hair? You look good.”

Nathan turned to see his ex giving him an approving glance, something she hadn’t done for some time now.

“Cindra? You weren’t in your room,” he said, returning her lustful appraisal. “Sorry, was I supposed to meet you there? Did you have...ideas?”

She shook her head quickly, recovering from her momentary lapse in boundaries. Nathan was her friend. Her friend. Whatever they had together was in the past.

“Oh, I wanted to help you study for our final exam that’s coming up,” she replied carefully. “I noticed that you’ve missed most of the classes this semester, but you’re smart enough to catch up in time for the exam.”

“You’re the greatest,” Nathan said, feeling some warm feeling bubble up inside of him seeing her smile at him. He wasn’t even lying. Cindra was the best person he knew, which made her way too good for him. “I could spend an afternoon studying. Just remind me to show up for the exam when it’s scheduled.”

“Are you feeling any better now that you two have gotten your feelings out?“

Jorah hugged his husband tightly, wincing a little when he made contact with the bruise that was beginning to form on his shoulder. Ulyssa may have become a princess, but she was still his older sister and she fought just as dirty as when they were kids.

“Yeah, I think we’re good now. I think I may have gotten my point across. She seemed better when they left, right? I’m not imagining that?”

Valerian rolled his eyes.

“Yes, the two of you tired yourselves out just like Theo and Keiki usually do after a brawl. I’ve never seen a princess throw a punch like that.”

“She’s not a princess here, she’s just my sister,” Jorah pointed out warily. “And I can admit that she meant well, as long as she’s not back here tomorrow with another list of demands or magical home remedy.”

“I doubt that she will,” Valerian remarked. “I have a funny feeling that Maura might intervene a little more in the future. No one wants a future queen consort pulling her little brother’s hair in some kind of a brawl regularly.”

“Yeah, well, you know,” Jorah stammered, looking embarrassed by the look Valerian was giving him. “I’m sure it won’t happen again. We did talk some things out after. I promised her I’d give her magical nonsense a try and she promised to forward all of her suggestions to Dad until I take over for him officially.”

“Did she give you instructions for all this stuff?” Valerian asked, eyeing the pile of potions. “Do I have to take some or do we both have to take something together....?”

“This one is closest I guess,” Jorah said. He picked up the bottle of blue fluid and chugged it as fast as he could. “Not bad. It tastes like a berry smoothie kind of. Should I try another one?”

“Hm, maybe I could try this purple one? It looks chunky for some reason. Is that normal?”

“No, I can feel this one kicking in,” Jorah declared, suddenly full of energy. He gave his husband a seductive look. “We’ll try the others later, I’ve got a good feeling about this one. We’re going to the bedroom. Now.”

“Are you okay? I don’t see you on campus much anymore. You really should try going to class since your mom is paying for it.”

Nathan kicked at the dirt, winding his seat on the swing so he could spin around.

“I go sometimes,” he replied moodily. “It’s all so boring. None of it has any use in my life, and I never want to be the Helios heir. It’s supposed to be Abe’s stupid job and all the stupid courses are what Mom wanted him to take. She wants me to be an accountant or a lawyer or some stupid shit like that. It’s not for me.”

Cindra frowned.

“What do you want to be?” she asked quietly. “There are some days where I really worry about you. If you know what you want to do, then talk to your mom about it. If she can adopt Roman Bellamy, she can listen to your concerns about your future.”

“You don’t understand,” Nathan sighed. “No one does. It’s my thing to figure out, and I’ll do it by myself. I don’t need my mom’s help.”

“You can talk to me, Nathan,” Cindra said. “I know we’re not dating anymore, but I’m still your friend. You look like you’re not sleeping. Are you still having those nightmares? I’m right across the hall, you can come to my room if you can’t get back to sleep. Are you...Are you sharing your dorm with anyone else lately?”

Nathan looked away from the woman who offered him kindness. Cindra wasn’t like her older sister. She and Jorah were quiet, compassionate people who went out of their way to ease the suffering of others. Nathan couldn’t be sure why she was asking who he was sharing a bed with. She had made things clear that she wanted to be his friend, but she also still seemed attached to the idea of having him fall asleep next to her. Were women always this complicated? As much as he detested his brother’s relationship with Roman, those two at least always seemed to know what they wanted from each other.

Nathan wanted to take her up on her offer. He wanted to be normal and boring and devoted to whatever it was his mother wanted from him. He wanted to talk investments and science and whatever it was that Abe and their mother went on at length about. It would never happen though. Nathan wasn’t his brother and that was who Cindra needed. A boring, stable man who was capable of giving Cindra the happy household of children just like she’d had growing up. Someone who could lead the Helios family with his wife by his side.

Nathan could never give her that, no matter how desperately he wanted to want to.

“It’s not a good idea, Cindra. Trust me, it’s just not. I’ll only hurt you, and I can’t do that to you.” He smiled weakly at her, and Cindra sadly smiled back. “You’re my best friend.”

Cindra processed his words for a moment, then nodded her understanding of the situation.

“I’ll always care for you, Nathan. You’re my best friend too.”

#sims 2 #arkhelios #arkhelios university #Cindra Durant #nathan chun #Jorah Durant #ulyssa durant #sim: Maura Siew #sim: theo bellamy #sim: cain rivales #sim: rose rivales #sims 2 pictures

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muchalucha-art · 2 years

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That's me at Teotihuacan in 2000 (en route to pitch the Mucha Lucha! pilot to the different Warner Bros departments in LA). I was so struck by the atmosphere of this magical place that I started planning a project that would be set entirely between the pyramids of the sun and moon.

(And yes, there is a lucha libre connection…)

After a lot of stops and starts I eventually developed a script and concept art. But the effort to make it look epic and 'blockbuster' weighed it down and it ultimately became a chore to take it any further.

So what's this post really about? Just me engaging in some tumblr therapy. I was thinking back to which animation projects I had worked on that brought me the most joy and fun. I realized that I spend too much time working on style and concepts and trying to achieve a certain technical 'look', rather than actually enjoying myself with what I am doing.

So I m revisiting this project and going back to basics. No over-reaching, no trying to draw out of my style. I remember when I taught myself animation that I had a great feeling of creative power, that if I could storyboard and animate, what else did I need? With today's technology, CGI, HD Blender, Mo-Cap, PreVis, Beavis, Butthead or whatever, and everything that goes with it, the pressure is there to embrace it all and be slicker and more whizz-bang than anyone else.

Bollocks to all that. I'm getting back to basics. I got a pencil as a present on St. Valentine's Day and I'm sure I have some paper somewhere...

#eddie mort #teotihuacan #aztec #mayan #pyramids #eddie's getting back to basics

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cuchufletapl · 2 years

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seaweed

For Edling Week 2022. Day 5: Myth | Heartache | Summer

AO3

The shocking thing wasn’t that he had apparently been kidnapped (rescued?) by a creature that was half-human, half-fish.

Ed had met his fair share of human chimeras. Once you had seen a guy turn his head into a bull’s, there wasn’t much else left that could surprise you.

However, they had been the result of alchemy, of experiments that, while breaking every possible ethical boundary, used the rules of chemistry that Ed understood and utilised as well as he knew how to speak. Even though he would never replicate it, he understood the theory to do it.

As this—boy?—had noticed that he couldn’t breathe, instead of bringing him back up to the surface, he had just slotted his mouth against Ed’s and a burst of air had expanded into his lungs. His chest felt like a bubble. He hadn’t needed to breathe after that.

It defied everything he knew about physics—he should have been dead ten minutes ago. And yet here he was, tied to a rock on an undersea mountain, perfectly alive.

“What the hell kind of chimera are you,” he finally said, underwater, his voice sounding exactly the same as it did on the surface.

What the fuck, what the ever-loving fuck.

“Hey! That’s not very nice,” the fish-guy pouted.

He spoke in something. It wasn’t Amestrian, or Cretan, or any other language that he knew. It wasn’t Xingese, definitely, which would have made sense geographically given that Ed had fallen out of the ship when it was getting near the Xingese coast. He hadn’t ever heard whatever he spoke, and yet he understood it—and even though it was impossible, Ed’s intuition told him that it had something to do with the breathing transfusion.

“I don’t know what a chimera is,” fish-guy continued. “I’m a merman.”

Ed frowned. What? “A chimera is the result of the transmutation of two or more animals into the same creature using alchemy. Or alkahestry, I guess,” he explained. “Which, yes, you are a chimera, you’re literally half-fish. Call it a merman, call it a triton, it’s still what it is.”

Fish-guy’s eyes shone with interest now. He swam slightly away, putting more distance between them, as if to showcase his body better. They weren’t that deep into the sea, but it was dim enough that the little light filtered through water gleaned on his large, yellow tail and made it the brightest thing Ed could see.

“I was just born like this, like all my ancestors before me,” he said jovially, as if he wasn’t taking a wrecking ball to Ed’s worldview. “But I knew there was something powerful to human magic if you’re able to do that. And that,” he started as he swam closer again, leaning his torso forward, “is what I need you for, my dear friend.”

“I’m not your friend,” Ed spat. He tested the green, seaweed-like fibre pinning his hands to the rock and away from each other, but they did not budge. “And the only thing you need me for is to untie me so I can kick your ass and get back to my ship.”

The merman cocked his head. His black bangs floated around his dark, thinking eyes. “Hm, no, I don’t think I can do that. I’ve seen you fight those men on board of your vessel and your magic. I need to inherit my father’s throne for the good of my people, and right now, your help is my best bet at achieving that.”

Ed clenched his teeth. He needed to find a way to get out of this bullshit right now. And then he’d have the freak-out about discovering that a mythological creature was an actual intelligent and apparently magical species later.

“By the way, I’m Ling Yao!” the merman said, goofy smile back in place. “I promise I’ll let you go soon, and I’m really sorry about the inconvenience, but in the meantime, you’ll see that we’ll become good friends.”

#this isn't actually romantic which may defeat the purpose of edling week but honestly #to me it feels true to their early-canon dynamic #edlingweek22 #edlingweek #edward elric #ling yao #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood #fma #fmab #edling #I'm editing to add that tag bc I've just realised I forgot to add it lmfao #my original post #fma fanfic #jester writes a thing #fanfiction

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pillatedcompills · 8 months

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[LYRIC RANT ? + MENTION / IMPLIED SEWERSLIDE+MENTIONS OF R@PE] Guilty of your innocence and gently sent right back to bed

Everybody knows that nobody knows that

Everybody's all up in my motherfucking business

This isn't my first anything. This isn't my first anything

Everybody knows that nobody knows that

Everybody's in on everybody's business

This isn't my first lyric, I know exactly how I should finish it

This song literally describes me for the past week or so, Literally everything about it is me. At least this part, I'm over everything. I know exactly what I should do to go off with a bang. I know exactly what to do to finish off everything, after I'm done with my plan that will be it. You won't fucking hear from me again, I won't be ALIVE ANYMORE. My revenge is complicated, and it will be their fault. If it has to come to this then so be it, I know exactly what I want to do with the rest of my life. Even I it means leaving everything I had behind, I'm ready. I've got nothing else to do anymore, sure there is a life I could be living but I don't want to anymore. This woman has given me so much trauma to the point where I've woken up in cold sweat because I had dreams of them S/A me. I don't want to put up with anything anymore, I just want to quickly get what I need and I'll be done. This fandom won't hear from me again, nobody will hear from me again. I've tried and I've tried and I've tried. I can't live like this , ik people are telling me to get help but it's USELESS. Everything in my life has lead up to this, I'm 100% ready. This isn't a game to me anymore, no amount of hotlines or anything will get me out of this. I know what I want, and this is what I want. I can't get better, it won't get better. I'm tired of everything, peace is within the mind and I don't have the right mindset to achieve it. I've lived a good 15 years, I get people will miss me but It doesn't matter anymore. I'm tired of halfway doing shit , I'm buying it tomorrow and doing it, my parents won't know since it will be delivered the same day. I'll order some other stuff with it to throw them off, they don't check that, they only check packages. My friends in a group chat I was in gave me advice last time I tried to do it so I know exactly how to do it now. I want my last word to be to them, let them know how much they've hurt me. I'm willing to let go of it all, if it means to finally be free from this situation. Thank you all for coming to my rant. I love you guys. I loved this fandom, but my time is almost up.

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kim-seung-mo · 2 years

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Heyy i would like to request #23 from your list! Also can you make it reallllly angsty but with fluffy happy ending ? Thank youu!

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕖 (ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖)

♩ gn!reader, angst then fluff, hurt and comfort, self-doubt, a lot of babbling, mentions of alcohol consumption, crying, a lot of crying

♩♩ word count: 4.1k (ik ik, that's why this took me so damn long)

♩♩♩ A/N: anon wanted angst with fluff ending so there's plot which means it's longer which also means i'm splitting into hyung and maknae (hanie and felix ) line againnn ┗( ▔, ▔ )┛ wip list here

hannie and felix here

go show the reason i stay some love plz i'm very proud of it

Chan

Bang Chan was the leader of Stray Kids, the all-rounded leader.

He could sing, dance, rap, write lyrics, produce songs, play sports, the whole package, it was widely believed that he could do anything.

The number of people who wanted to be his lover was countless, and the line could probably drive from Seoul all the way to Sydney.

But the one he fell in love with was you, you who didn't care about those things at all.

You just saw him as an ordinary person, like anyone else.

To be honest, that was probably the part of you that attracted him.

But also because of this, all his achievements, all his status were as if they did not exist.

In your eyes, he was just Bang Christopher Chan.

(continue under the cut)

He thought that all you wanted was a normal relationship.

A normal relationship, like everyone else's.

That was what he assumed he couldn't give you.

He couldn't see you every day, he couldn't go out with you freely, he couldn't go to a restaurant and have a meal like a normal couple.

His love for you was getting deeper and deeper, but he felt further and further away from you at the same time.

Why haven't you left him yet? Why were you willing to stay by his side when you didn't care about his reputation or achievements?

Why did you never complain to him about anything? He obviously never gave you the life you wanted...

That night, he drank a lot. He thought and thought but could not come up with an answer that would satisfy him.

He couldn't get an answer, even when Minho sent him home.

Minho handed Chan over to you with a serious look and told you to talk to Chan properly.

"Hurry up and sort out your problems with each other on your own, I don't want to hear him cry every day."

Did something happen between you guys? You didn't even know.

Chan has been crying for the past few days? This was also something you didn't know.

With a serious nod, you take your boyfriend from Minho's hands.

He clings to you like you're the last piece of driftwood, muttering something you can't understand.

He reeks of alcohol, which is not a common occurrence; he doesn't usually allow himself to get this drunk.

Sure enough, something must have happened.

After sending Minho away, you help Chan to the bed and lay him down.

After helping him take off his jacket and shoes, you prepare to go to the kitchen to make him a bowl of sobriety soup.

But he suddenly sits up and pulls you into his arms.

Losing your balance, you fell on the bed and looked at him with a slightly shocked look.

"Chris? What's wrong?"

He held you, his chin resting on your shoulder, you suddenly felt something liquid slide down your collarbone.

He was crying again, like Minho said.

"If I'm...if I did something wrong, or...haven't been doing enough......you have to, tell me ......"

He spoke so disconnectedly that you almost didn't understand what he was saying.

Although even after you did understand, you could not quite comprehend his words.

What did he do wrong? What didn't he do right?

What nonsense is he talking about?

"What do you mean ......?"

"Don't act like nothing's wrong! I know...I know I'm not good enough! I know you must not be happy at all! With me, you must be...you must not be happy at all with me, right?"

"I can't give you anything, it's like everything I have you don't need! I... I don't know how I can...what I can do to make you happy......"

"You must be looking for a reason to break up with me, right? I know...I know you must have been holding back, you-"

"Bang Christopher Chan are you crazy?!"

Breaking away from his embrace, you looked angrily into his eyes.

He seems startled by your sudden movement and shrinks back like a scared puppy.

Seeing him like this, you couldn't help but feel your heart sting.

You reached out and took his trembling hand in yours, then leaned forward a bit.

"Channie...why do you think that? Why do you think... I'm not happy with you?"

Because that could not be any further from the truth.

"You never talk to me about... anything bad ......there's never any complaints from you."

"Just because of that? Just because I have no complaints about you, you think I'm unhappy? I don't understand your logic very well..."

"Aren't you hiding it?" He looks at you defiantly, the drunkenness in his eyes having long since disappeared without a trace.

"Of course not! I'm not complaining because I really don't have any complaints about you, because you're perfect."

You continue to lean forward and kiss his puffed eyes.

"People can't be perfect..."

"But you are perfect for me."

"Maybe not in every way...of course I wish you had a little more time for me...but you're perfect enough."

"So...you don't want to break up with me?"

"Not in this lifetime. Channie, I was worried that you might dump me for being too bland. How come you're starting to doubt yourself when I haven't even said anything?"

"You're not bland at all! How could I possibly dump you! Not in this lifetime! You-you're Y/N Y/L/N!"

You laugh and stroke his head, your eyes full of love.

"Look, you understand perfectly fine. The feeling is mutual Channie, what would you do if it was me crying and saying things like that to you like you're doing now?"

Chan looked down and thought a little, then twisted his head a little shy.

"I'm an idiot......"

"That's right, you're an idiot. My idiot. So now, does my dummy Channie want to go take a shower?"

"Can you come with me......?"

You sigh and shake your head with a smile.

"Yes I can, but there's a catch." You held out your own pinky finger, curved into the shape of a hook. "Promise me you'll never say anything like that again, okay?"

"Okay."

He obediently stretched out his own pinky finger as well and hooked it with yours.

You looked down and kissed his knuckles to seal the deal.

"I love you so much..."

He whispered.

Minho

When you got home and found him not lying on the couch or in the kitchen cooking you realized something was wrong.

Pushing open the bedroom door, you quietly peeked in and looked inside.

The lights are off and the curtains are drawn, but you can see just by the light outside the door.

Your boyfriend is curled up in bed.

"Minho, are you not feeling well? Why are you in bed so early?"

It's not in line with his habits; normally at such times he would be nestled on the couch watching anime or in the kitchen preparing dinner.

He stirred slightly at the sound of your voice, but didn't answer.

Feeling weirder and weirder, you walked into the room and squatted down by the bed.

He wasn't facing you, but being so close, you could hear his unsteady breathing.

It seems to be... It seemed like he was crying.

You've hardly ever seen Minho cry, and the last time was during the survival show.

And that was a few years ago.

So now you're worried to see him like this all of a sudden.

"Baby? Please talk to me...you're scaring me......"

You shook his shoulder, hoping to get a response this time.

But he did nothing but sniffle and let out a slow, shaky breath.

You stood up and climbed onto the bed, laying down and hugging him from behind.

Although he didn't seem to want to talk to you very much, at least he wasn't resisting your physical contact.

Maybe he just wasn't ready yet? That's all you could assume now.

With you by his side, his breathing slowly calms down.

Some time passed with the two of you staying in the same position, just when you thought this was going to be it tonight, he turned around, grabbed your collar, and buried his head in your chest.

You followed his movements and gently cradled his head, pushing your fingers into his hair.

"Did I not do it well enough......?"

After a long time, just when you thought he was about to fall asleep in your arms like this, he spoke coldly.

"Who said that?"

You asked, holding back the anger in your heart.

If someone had really said something like that to him, you would have rushed up and beat them up.

Your Minho has gone through too much to get to where he is today, and you will never allow him to question himself because of someone else's trivial words.

"No one did."

Yet he says no one did.

"Then why do you think so?"

No one said that, which means it's his own problem. He himself thinks he's not doing enough.

In that case, the problem is more serious than if it was someone else who said.

"If I'm doing well enough...why in our new song, I ......forget it, it sounds really stupid doesn't it ......"

While he said this, you felt the fabric on your chest get wet again.

You sat up with a tight frown, taking him with you.

"Minho...how is this stupid? Nothing about you is stupid."

"But I feel so selfish Y/N...the other members have more time to show themselves, which is obviously a good thing ......"

He lets go of your shirt and sits helplessly on the bed.

"But why, do I still hurt so much? Am I a bad person? Me crying like a worthless child because of something like this... Isn't it humiliating to you?"

You heartbreakingly reach out and cup his face, making him look you in the eyes.

He's still intentionally avoiding eye contact, but you won't let him off the hook so easily.

He was so wrong about this, and you won't let him continue to think that way.

"Lee Minho you look at me."

There was a seriousness in your tone that he hadn't heard before.

"You're not selfish at all, you're not a bad person, you're not a worthless child, and you do not make me feel ashamed, ever. It's only natural that you want to show more of yourself to your fans. It's only right that you feel lost because you didn't get what you deserve. All eight of you are equal, no one is a step above anyone else, and you shouldn't get less than anyone else. This kind of thing is not something unimportant, it's something crucial, so don't feel ashamed of yourself."

"Do you hear me?"

He nodded, the fog in his eyes fading quite a bit.

"I suddenly feel like a fool when you put it like that."

He narrowed his eyes and smiled, seemingly returning to his normal self.

"Because you are a fool! Stupid Lee Know!"

Seeing that he has gotten better, you let go of his face and tapped on his slightly red nose.

"You say that again and you won't get dinner tonight."

He has the mood to threaten you? Yeah, he's getting better.

"Fine fine, my Lee chef, hurry up and go make dinner, I'm starving after lying here with you for almost an hour."

He rolled his eyes and wiped the tears that were still at the corners of his eyes.

"Isn't it your responsibility to comfort your sad miserable boyfriend? Just one hour of hugging and you resent me huh...seems to me your asking me to put you in the air fryer."

"Then you'll lose a supportive, loving Y/N. Do you want me to become your dinner?"

Yeah, you realized right after you finished, that that sentence was kinda weird.

But it was too late.

Minho raises one eyebrow.

"I wouldn't mind eating you for dinner tonight."

Yeah, he was completely fine now.

Changbin

Changbin was generally not a person who feels insecure, basically nothing could really make him feel "insecure".

But there are exceptions to everything, and Changbin's exception is you.

When it came to you, he couldn't seem to get his confidence up.

Before he got involved with you, he never felt he was such a possessive person.

But now he wanted to keep you tied to him so that you didn't attract any "butterflies", even if you don't intend to.

He's afraid to take you to the practice room for fear that you will fall in love after seeing Hyunjin or Minho.

He's afraid to take you to the recording studio for fear that you will think Jisung's rap is better than his.

Do you think Felix is better looking than him? Do you think Jeongin is cuter than him?

Do you think Chan is more mature than him? Do you think Seungmin is more suitable for a boyfriend?

He really loves his members, but sometimes he hates how all of them were so talented.

After MAMA, Changbin along with the other members went back to the standby room.

You who were watching the replay.

You seemed to sense your boyfriend's presence and looked up at him.

"Binnie! You did a great job! I'm so proud of you!"

You stick out your thumb, the corners of your mouth list a smile, your eyes narrowed together.

But he just comes and sits down next to you, not saying a word.

After seeing that he wasn't jumping around happily boasting about how great he was as usual, the proudness in your eyes faded slightly and you looked at him with a more serious expression of worry.

"Binnie, what's wrong?"

"Did you see it all? The whole stage?" He asked in a cold voice.

"Of course, I am a competent lover, of course I have to support my boyfriend's group! Just ask the staff, I was screaming for all of-"

"Then you saw Hyunjin's dance part too, right? Was it good? Isn't he gorgeous?"

You frown, wondering why he would suddenly bring up Hyunjin's business.

"I saw it...but Hyunjin is not as gorgeous as you are, Binnie-"

"No need to say such lies, I know everything."

He stood up and walked away without waiting for you to finish, leaving you sitting in the same place a bit confused.

That's when you realize that Hyunjin has been standing there all this time.

"I'm sorry Jinnie, I don't know what's wrong with Changbin today... You did a great job too! The opening dance was awesome! You all did a great job ...... Congratulate Chan for me and... I've got to go find Changbin now."

Hyunjin stands aside and nods, giving you a little smile.

You grab your jacket and run out in a hurry.

Paju is farther north than Seoul, and the nights are cooler.

Changbin just running out like this without a jacket on was definitely not a good idea, what if he catches a cold?

You looked around for your boyfriend.

"Changbin! Changbin hiding! Come out! It's too cold outside! We can talk about this when we get home!"

What the hell is wrong with him today? He's never been like this, he's always been mature in your relationship... How did it come down to this?

After searching around for a few minutes, you finally find your boyfriend with frozen red ears by a flight of steps.

"Binnie! Put the jacket on..."

You rushed over and threw the jacket in your hand on him, holding his face in worry.

That's when you realize he seems to be crying.

"Baby?"

You wipe away his tears, but he knocks your hand away.

"Leave me alone..."

"I'm your lover, I'm the last person that's gonna leave you alone. Changbin you're acting really weird today...you don't act like this normally-"

"Have you ever thought that... I'm faking it?"

That made your heart stop.

"What?"

"Can you just...look at me? Don't look at anyone else, just at me?"

You pursed your lips as you finally began to understand what was going on.

"Binnie, let's talk inside."

Walking from the freezing outside to the inside, your body felt much warmer, but your heart didn't.

You were now faced with perhaps the biggest problem you've had since you started dating.

You press Changbin into a chair and kneel down in front of him.

"You don't want me to look at anyone else because you're afraid I'll fall in love with them?"

He didn't expect you to be so direct, but after thinking about it he decided not to beat around the bush with you and nodded his head.

"They're all better than me..."

"They? Who is "they"? If you're referring to the members, then you're very wrong."

"But-"

"No "buts" Seo Changbin, you listen to me."

"There are seven billion people in the world, but I chose you. Don't you think there's a reason for that? So many people, like you said, everyone from Stray Kids. Whether it's Chan, Minho, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin or Jeongin, none of them is a millionth of you in my heart. The one I chose is you, the one I adore is you, you are the best in my heart, can you understand what I am saying? What they do, whether it's singing, dancing, rapping, or writing songs, is nothing compared to you. You're the only one who can make my heart sing, you're the one I love."

You stand up, then bend down and rest your forehead against his, feeling his warmth.

"I didn't think I would need to say this to you, but it's nice to say it. It would be nice if you would never feel insecure, or uneasy, about it again. At least when it comes to this."

You hear him sniffle and chuckle slightly.

"Well, our big baby, your members are still waiting for you in the waiting room, don't you want to go home early?"

He nodded.

"When we get home, we can cuddle under a warm blanket, we can put on some of your favorite music, and I can give you a little massage or we can take a bath together. How does that sound?"

"Y/N...I'm sorry ......"

He said quietly.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, I'm the one who has to say sorry for not noticing your feelings sooner."

He thought he couldn't love you any more, but as it turns out, he was wrong.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin has an angelic face, which was something everyone knew.

But for Hyunjin, it was a big concern.

It has been bothering him since pre-debut times.

There were always trainees who would say to him, "You can debut even if you can't do anything because you are good-looking."

What he wanted people to see was his hard work, his skills, not just his face.

Of course, having a pretty face had its advantages, but at the same time, it was a big blow to his self-esteem.

Especially... After dating you.

He couldn't help but wonder what the reason was that you were with him.

Was it because of his face? Was it because he's good-looking?

Was it just because of that?

You always said he was good-looking when you complimented him, although it was indeed a compliment, but was that the only thing you valued?

These questions plagued him constantly, on and on and on.

Like drops of water slowly dripping into a bottle, slowly rising and reaching the mouth of the bottle, on the verge of overflowing.

All these accumulated negative emotions burst out one night.

That night, you two were just lying on the couch and watching TV together as usual.

The stage they had pre-recorded a few days before was going to be aired on TV and you were very excited.

When Hyunjin's part came on and he walked out from the back, you screamed and shook him beside you, shouting, "Hwang Hyunjin, you are so stunning! How can someone be this handsome?!"

Obviously it was just a simple compliment, but he suddenly seemed like he was viciously offended, and all of a sudden he stood up and looked at you with teary eyes.

You thought you accidentally hit him or something, you were just about to apologize when you saw the look on his face.

Then your heart dropped.

This is not the "accidentally hit him" when the eyes will show.

This was... This was the expression he would show only when he is truly sad and extremely hurt.

The last time you saw this look on his face was when he found out he couldn't continue to participate in Kingdom with the Stray Kids.

He looks at you for a moment, biting his lower lip and seemingly holding back tears.

You tried to reach out and take his hand, but he turned around and sprinted toward your shared bedroom.

You ran after him, but he closed and locked the bedroom door before you could get in.

"Hyunjin! Don't do this baby... What's wrong? Don't lock the door... Come out and talk to me, okay? At least let me know what's going on ......"

There was nothing but his crying voices inside.

You kept knocking on the door, trying to get him to come out, just for a little while or so, you just wanted to know what just happened.

He was sitting right behind the door, in a sitting position with his back against the door, you kneeled down just enough to hear him clearly.

But ten minutes have passed, he still didn't respond to you, he just kept crying, crying his heart out, clutching his knees, curled up in the corner.

Just a few minutes ago he looked at you with that look, like you had done something horribly wrong.

With that huge reaction, you must have really done something to hurt him.

What could be the thing that made him so upset?

You carefully recalled your behavior just now, but just couldn't figure out what went wrong.

If you could think calmly, you could probably find the problem.

But listening to the person you love most cry like this, you simply couldn't focus on yourself.

You just wanted to do everything in your power to make him stop crying.

"Jinnie...please don't cry......I'm sorry for whatever I did, just please ...stop crying and talk to me?"

Your voice sounded a little breathless, but that was the line that got a little reaction out of him.

"Complement me..."

"What?" You were a little confused.

"Please...complete me." He sounded like he was going to break down again if you didn't start right away.

You speak up immediately.

"You dance well, you rap, your singing keeps getting better. You are gentle, kind, generous, you love animals, you are thoughtful, and always put others ahead of you. You are considerate, very good at drawing, and get really good at things you focus on. You are dedicated, you don't cheat, don't lie, you're honest, and you are the best boyfriend in the world."

You said all that in one breath.

Then you heard the person on the other side, your Hyunjin, exhale a shaky breath.

"Why, are you dating me?"

You frowned at the question.

"Because you are Hwang Hyunjin? Because no one else can make me feel this way? Because no one else can make me feel like the sky is falling just because they're crying? Because you love me, and I love you? Hyunjin...what's been on your mind recently? Why are you asking me this? Do you think I don't love you anymore?"

"No... It's not like that ...... I just......omg this sounds so dumb now...I, I just ......"

"Baby, can you open the door? I want to hug you."

You interrupt him before he could continue talking.

This time he obeyed and opened the door.

After seeing his red eyes and equally red nose, you immediately wrapped him in your arms.

He melted away just as you wrapped your arms around him, putting his entire weight on you and relaxing completely.

"I... I thought that you only wanted me because I .......my face. I don't know why I thought that! I really don't know... I shouldn't have doubted you...you're the last person I should have doubted. I'm sorry... I'm such an idiot......"

He was about to cry again, so you hastily tightened your arms around him a little more.

The last thing you wanted to hear right now was him crying.

"Don't say that, you didn't do anything wrong to me, you don't need to apologize to me. Not being fully trusted by you must be my problem... But now you know, that you're so much more than just your face, right?"

His head, buried in your chest, nodded slightly, then lifted to look at you.

"You'd love me even if I was ugly, wouldn't you?"

"You could be a nobody living in a cardboard box, and I'd still love you." (that's a quote from The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo)

"I love you, I love you so much."

You could have sworn that you saw stars in his eyes.

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WHAT IS GOING ON IN YOUR PERSON'S LIFE RIGHT NOW + A MESSAGE FROM THEM

𖦹 this reading includes what is going on in your person’s life right now, what they (or their higher self) want to say to you at this moment and songs they'd like to give you. this reading is more about your future spouse or your future partner, someone who you may not be in contact with but you're curious about what they're doing.

𖦹 so there will be two paragraphs for each pile (what your person is doing and what they want to say to you). you can choose more than one pile. ex: pile 1 for what your person is doing and pile 2 for the message.

𖦹 how does this work? close your eyes and take deep breaths, pick the pile you are most drawn to. If you aren’t drawn to any pile then that’s okay, these messages aren’t for you.

𖦹 take what resonates.

THE PILES

PILE 01

now playing:

pile 01's songs

THEIR LIFE

hello pile 01, welcome to your reading. I'm getting a lot of fire energy here, especially leo. I'm hearing Leo in 1st and 10th house, aries in 8th house, aries mars, mars in 10th house and also Venus in 2nd and 3rd house. I'm also getting gemini and capricorn. capricorn mars, aquarius venus. If these aren't your placements then they're most likely your person's placements. or perhaps, those are their transits. I feel a lot of confident energy from your person, I think they are at a good place right now. Your person has been betrayed and heartbroken quite recently but I feel like they're not trying to let that get to them. they're keeping their head high, focusing on their goals and working really hard. the pain motivated them to work hard, maybe as a way to get revenge? In their head, they may think that if they work hard, they can show off their success to the person that broke them like "hey, look at me now!". for some others, it's possible that they're working really hard because the work distracts them from the pain and the situation. they're acting like the pain isn't affecting them, I'm seeing them just laughing and hanging out with a group of people (their friends?) acting like theyre not dealing with any problems. your person is definitely at a period of time where work is only on their mind, they're hungry for success. success is the only thing your person is heading towards, it's the only direction they see. love isn't on your person's mind at all so I doubt that you've crossed their mind. but little do they know, the direction that they're heading towards will also lead them to you. your person may have travelled somewhere recently or maybe they're thinking of travelling somewhere else. there is change on the horizon for your person, maybe they will be promoted soon or moving countries, going to university, etc. they are so ambitious. I'm seeing piles of paper on desks, papers stuck on walls with dates and notes on them and also quotes. motivational quotes perhaps. your person is also working out, they could be getting up quite early. 6 am? I'm getting mad mars in 6th house vibes from your person. they're feeling burnt out, they have so much on their plate but they're not stopping anytime soon because they like it and also because they have no choice. they're also taking many responsibilities, I'm hearing house chores, work and looking after their parents or siblings. your person could be a student, a business person or they could work in an office. they're organizing their workspace and keeping track of their schedule, getting ready for the next chapter of their life. laziness is not in your person's vocabulary!

THEIR MESSAGE

you know, I am so busy right now. I'm too exhausted to even think about love, to think about you. I don't think about it anymore unlike before. I know at times you feel like we're nowhere close and you doubt my existence because of how distant I feel and I'm sorry. It is partially true, we're nowhere close to eachother and we're both individual human beings. let's live in the present and experience things and meet new people without having to think about eachother. I don't feel right about thinking of the future and just hoping for something to happen, hoping to just end up with someone like you. It doesn't feel right. I need to do something, I need to take action. that's exactly what I'm doing now. It gives me a sense of stability knowing that I'm taking action and there's a high possibility of my dreams coming true. I've promised myself that I won't stop working until I've achieved everything. I can't do all of this by myself, I need your help too. I'm asking you a favour, do your part. I'm doing mine. work hard and don't slack off. I'm sorry again for sounding cold, I'm not like this on a daily basis. I'm just really tired. I need to get my point across. don't slack off. please. I'll keep saying that. oh, that reminds me. at times I will definitely sound like a teacher or a boss, it's just a habit I got from work. It's not my intention to make you feel stupid, I know you're smart. I wanted you to know that because I don't want you to think I'm generally a cold person. I'm not. when tarot readers or psychics or astrologers or whoever says that I'm cold, they only mean when I'm at work or when I'm busy or serious. I would never be like that to someone I love, especially you. truthfully speaking, you don't know much about me at all especially if you think I'm a cold person. that thought you have of me stops now. I'm guessing that you're curious about me now. I like to look neat and clean, I don't like bright colours, they look unprofessional. I hang out with my friends sometimes and we just have lunch at a café or a local restaurant. I'm on my computer a lot so my back always hurts but I'm doing exercises to help me with it. I have too many cookbooks that I don't use because I don’t have much time, I end up freestyling my food and cooking up some eggs. I need to get better at managing time. I don't like people that don't practice what they preach, it irritates me. now for my appearance. this, in no way is useful information that will help us in any way but I suppose I'll just tell you. I have a sharp nose, it's pointy and a little wide. I don't have any piercings. I don't have bangs. as for my eyes, they're brown and deep-set. my lips? they're just lips. you'll love them anyway so it doesn't matter. my hair? neat and brown. you'll love it too. that's enough. you can stop trying to get to know me now, leave that for when we meet. you can know me more yourself when the time comes, I like the process of getting to know someone and the effort someone puts into getting to know me. until then, keep working hard.

PILE 02

now playing:

pile 02's songs

THEIR LIFE

I’m getting cancer energy from the pile, also pisces and gemini and libra. I’m hearing cancer/pisces/ libra venus, venus in 5th/7th/12th house, pisces moon, mercury in 7th house, cancer in 2nd house, gemini rising. if these aren’t your placements then they’re most likely your person’s, if not then these may be their transits. right now I feel like your person is trying something new, especially a hobby. I’m getting ‘painting’ for some of you. for others, your person has started something new like a project or they moved to a new house, something like that. there’s this feeling of ‘newness’ in your person’s life right now. they have so much passion for whatever this ‘newness’ is. they’re excited for this change, they can’t wait to move to the next stage. I’m feeling a positive energy coming from your person. their creativity is flowing through their blood, they feel inspired and joyous. some of you may not like to hear this but your person may have gotten in a relationship with someone or they want to get into a relationship with someone. they have a crush. I feel like there’s still an important choice to be made and your person has waited such a long time for the next stage, the relationship stage. I feel like their crush or their partner isn’t showing them that much attention, it feels quite one sided (your person giving more), they’re doing so much for their crush/partner but I feel like your person isn’t seeing it right, they’re just so blinded. like a little kid when they have a crush. If you don’t like what you’re hearing, don’t worry, they’re your person for a reason. anyways for others of you, I’m seeing your person listening to music while they’re doing their new hobby. painting is coming really strong, I’m seeing an easel. If it’s not a hobby then your person is feeling in love, whether it be a person or something else. their head is in the clouds, they’re listening to love songs, feeling so inspired by everything around them. love and venus themes is really important in your person’s life right now. If you’ve been listening to love songs recently or if you just feel all lovey-dovey, it’s most likely because of your person, you’re connected to your person. or if you feel inspired out of nowhere, it’s probably because of your person too. I just felt like I had to let you know that. sooner or later though, your person will realise that the relationship is one sided and they will give up on it. this will hit your person really hard, it will be a hard lesson for them. perhaps even the last lesson because I feel like your person has always done too much for people that don’t deserve their love. your person has experienced a lot and learnt many lessons except for this, when they learn this though, they will have learnt all the lessons. they can tick this off their box. I’m getting such wise Pisces vibes from them. for lots of you, your person is already in the 'realisation' stage and there's about to be a change in their life.

THEIR MESSAGE

It’s been challenging these days, maybe even these past few weeks and maybe even months too. It’s fine though, I can get through it. you don’t have to worry about me. I have a gut feeling that something is going to happen soon, disappointments? I’m not surprised, I’ve been so stuck in my own head. I don’t know why I keep giving people more. so stupid of me. maybe it’s not my fault? maybe it’s their fault for giving less, who knows. I don’t know how to stop. why do I do this? I keep getting disappointed over and over again, I’m starting to not have hope anymore. despite this, I still think love is beautiful. with the right person. love is not only limited to romantic love though, which is what I’ve learnt recently. I’ve been so fixated on romantic relationships that I’ve forgotten about the beautiful things around me. surprisingly, there’s love everywhere. do you know what I love? I love the stars, I love flat white coffee, I love the smell of fresh grass, I love nature and the sun, I love dogs (especially small dogs) and I love experiences. experiences that shape me into a better person, painful or not, I love those. not to sound masochistic – but I love pain. I learn from pain. love has always been painful for me but I’m still giving people my all, wrong people to be precise. Is that why I keep falling for people that don’t care about me? because I love getting hurt? now that I’ve thought of it, it sounds terrible. I need to fix that. I feel embarrassed now that you know this, please don’t shake your head. I will fix it. I want this cycle to end. don’t be worried about me. you should continue living your life, there’s yet so much you can experience. places to go, new people to meet, new activities to do. so much. I’d love to experience so many things with you. do you like road trips? I’d love to go on a picnic date too, does stargazing sound good? we could travel around the world, that’s on my bucket list. so many ideas but there’s still so much distance and time between us. I feel excited thinking about it, I want to do so much right now and experience so many things. by the time we meet, I might already have a long white beard because I’ll be so wise *laughs*. who knows, white hair does look awesome. I think it might suit me actually. on a serious note, I want you to know that you should not be afraid to try new things. don't be afraid of change. regret is scarier than change, staying in the same place and not growing is scarier than change. you may lose something good but what if you gain something even better? I’ll be there for you every step of the way, I’m always there for you even though I’m not there with you physically. do you feel me? I’m so proud of you. If you see an opportunity, take it or you’ll regret it later. don’t be afraid of saying no or saying yes, you deserve to be heard, assert your dominance *laughs*. I love you, take care of yourself. you can do it. [:

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THEIR LIFE

I'm getting mutable and fixed energy here, especially scorpio, virgo, leo, sagittarius. maybe scorpio rising and sagittarius rising with pluto in 1st house. I'm hearing saturn in 8th house, saturn in 22°, scorpio sun or moon aspecting saturn, pluto and sun or moon sitting in the same house. if these aren't your placements then they're most likely your person's. these could be their transits too. your person is going through a transformation, something had recently happened in their life that has caused this transformation. I'm thinking it's death, a death of a loved one like a family member, a friend or a pet. someone close to them. If it's not a death of a loved one then it's a death of a cycle, a death of a job, a relationship, something like that. something that came to an end. it's affecting your person badly and they feel so much guilt. they're missing and mourning over whatever this is. they're pessimistic, they feel like the whole world is against them and that their would turned upside down. they have no hope anymore, they're not seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm seeing that image of Yuu Otasaka from the anime Charlotte. I think your person is exactly like that right now. depressed. I see tissues, dark rooms and hoodies and blankets. also gaming for a number of you (interesting how the picture you chose is a picture of keys). they're going through it right now and they need support. your person is not communicating with many people or interacting with anyone at all, they're pushing people away. looking at the picture of the pile you chose, I realised it says "wish you were here". now this could mean that they wish that the person they lost were still with them or they wish that someone could come and support them or comfort them, or for a few amount of you, this could be meaning you. they wish you were there with them. however, I don't think love is a thought that comes in their mind in this period of time. it's more like, they're screaming into a void wishing someone could hear them, not directly meaning you. for others of you, I'm getting a different situation. your person may have gotten fired or they tried something but it didn't work out and they had so much hope for it. they badly wanted it to work out and now your person is feeling disappointed in themselves, like someone just ripped away something really valuable to them. your person doesn't know that the reason this, whatever this is, didn't work out is because it wasn't meant to. It's not part of their divine plan. It honestly saved your person from future problems but they don't know that. It's a blessing in disguise. I'm strongly feeling it's something related to their job or maybe love, 'right place, wrong time' is what I'm hearing. your person is blaming themselves for it all, thinking it was because of time, lack of planning or they didn't try hard enough. It isn't true, they should be easy on themselves.

THEIR MESSAGE

I don't know what to say. I don't feel like saying much. why do you want to know anyway? do you care? am I interesting? I'm not all that special, you know. here I go again, making sh*t sad. I'll try and make this light-hearted as possible because you shouldn't see this side of me, not so soon. not like this. *silence* I'll start off by saying that you can't control whatever life throws at you. but you can control your reactions and how you deal with it. I'm not doing very well, not dealing with it the way I usually do. It hit me hard and I don't like being sad like this and not doing anything, not wanting to get out of bed, not wanting to talk to anyone, not finding joy in the things I love doing. I hate this f*cking feeling and the way I'm dealing with it. I heard that you should let yourself feel everything once in a while. I'm f*cking feeling everything alright. why did I not let myself feel before? now it's all consuming me. all of my problems and emotions, this darkness inside of me, erupting. I regret this. I regret acting like I was fine before, finding distractions. now I know that being distracted doesn't necessarily mean that it's gone, the problem is still there. don't do what I did. let yourself feel. or it will all build up and eat you alive. you don't want that. I don't want that. I don't want you to be sad, god no. definitely not like this. but if being sad will help you then that's certainly fine by me, just don't act like you're fine. that will hurt me much more. just do what I say. showing emotions is not a sign of weakness. look at me, I'm so f*cked up because of not thinking that. this feeling will go away, right? right. If you need to let it all out, do it. I can feel your sadness, the nights you cried, I felt them. those tears of yours, I want to wipe them away but I'm not there. it sucks. I need you here. I need a good f*cking hug right now. I want you to be happy but I don't know how. I'd do anything to see that smile of yours. that precious smile that I have yet to see. I know it's precious. listen to me. I need you. I need you to stay strong. you're so strong and much more emotionally intelligent than I am. I am so in awe. your strength gives me energy, you give me energy. you're the light of my life. I hope our kids will be as beautiful and as amazing as you. I'm glad I was given the chance to talk to you like this. I love you, sunshine.

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Dottore with short drabble “You only ever brought me pain and I’m sick of it.”

Something angsty pls? Thank you!

Tainted Glass [Dottore x Reader/Genshin Impact]

Synopsis: Can you escape the prison you made?

(A twisted Cinderella story. The girl was covered in cinders because she was fatally addicted to drowning in flames.)

Warnings: angst, emotional abuse, violence, death

(A/n): To be honest anon, I didn’t know what the word ‘drabble’ means until I googled it. I uh...hope you don’t mind the length :>

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You fell back against the cold hard floor with your arms bent and head turned sideways. The stinging pain spreads across your cheek. It burns. But your mind was still trying to register what had just came into fruition.

Why?

The thought was so foreign somehow as if you could hardly believe he was doing this. But then the scene plays in your head again. You froze, your gaze enlarged and clueless while staring at the pale ground as it slowly begins to darken in the seeping movement of his menacing, haunting shadow.

"Insolent woman, you wretch!" He spat in a disgusted tone, "How dare you speak to me in such demanding manner? Have I already told you, only talk when you have something important to say?"

You didn't respond, rather you merely let the strands fall in front of your vision as you gingerly pressed your hand against the place where he hit you.

I…don't quite understand…

Dottore glowers down at your hunched form. He was never a man known for the virtue of patience. This man, the one who calls him your husband, you learned a long time ago to not meet his eyes as they would signal a hint of dominance amidst his authority, especially during moments like these. You came to feel his eyes instead, they were usually intense and full of wrath, sometimes crazed and curious while looking at his finest creations. He always loved experimenting in his labratory. After all, it was the only thing that could truly make the madman smile.

What is it that I'm missing? Where did I go wrong?

And you would do anything to obtain at least a fraction of the love he had left in his heart.

He marches onward with heavy footsteps, paying no mind to your well-being, "Tch get out of my sight. I don't have the time to entertain with anymore these theatrics."

At the sound of him leaving you darted your attention towards him, "Wait, come back. Come back, " you plea softly, "Hector…" But he ignores your call. The back of your fiance disappears behind the door and slams it with a resounding thud. He was gone. You couldn't save him.

"No," As a result, you burried your face into your palms and cried.

“I'm sorry.”

…

What is love?

Being raised in one of the most prestigious bloodlines of Fontaine, a life filled with riches since your parents were well known scholars throughout Teyvat, they provided you and your family with everything you needed. From exquisite dishes to priceless jewelry, yet even among those riches you never did find an answer to your question. They were tangibles and short-lasting, eventually leaving you with nothing until the glass of your heart was filled empty. They seemed to have cared more about their fortune along with the brightest child of their family line, your brother, a male heir, someone who fulfilled their expectations where you couldn't do so. And because he was able to give them what they wanted, he was loved.

I see, love is conditional.

Realizing that you possessed no talent to achieve what your brother had accomplished, you came to accept that you were undeserving of their love. Love was for the smart. Love was for the gifted. Love was for everything you are not. There was no place for your kind and thus you locked yourself up in your bedroom chambers along with your fragile heart where no one would try to find you, picking up the books upon the shelves and getting lost in their fantasies.

They told you many beautiful things about the world and many reasons why it was so tragic. Because they weren't real. The story begins with a princess who was a kind-hearted soul, deprived from the care of her evil stepmother and dreams of marrying a prince from a land far far away. They often end on a happily ever after with the princes finding her one true love. You've never seen anything like it. Where two people, despite the struggles they went through, loved each other unconditionally.

Unconditional love only exists in dreams.

Or so you thought to believe.

One day a man marched right at the doorsteps of your mansion. He was a student coming all the way from Sumeru Academia and had high hopes of building a business partnership with your father. The man was declined of course, you watched from the garden bushes as he was sent off back into his carriage. He stops abruptly and turns his head ajar to catch your figure, his inquisitive eyes were both striking and sharp. Like thorns of a rose that was ready to prick anyone who dares to come close. Even so, they made a very lasting impression.

Red eyes.

It was the first time that someone had looked your way.

Couple of months later, the government had arranged a grand ball where all nobles would gather and commit to building their social circle. Useless events. There was no reason for you to engage. While your parents were occupied with the latest gossips and your brother surrounded by fathers who were eager to marry their daughters to him, you snuck outside to the balcony and hid away from the crowd. Quiet at last. And as things should be. The moon was your only friend because she was just like you; half empty. Maybe that was why you still had a glimmer of hope for the other half to be filled.

Part white, you inquired, pristine and untainted. From far away it looked similar to snow.

"My, how pleasantly surprising."

While the other part was stained with black cinders.

You glanced over your shoulder to see a man leaning against the pillar. His mint coloured bangs were slicked back in a trendy fashion, complimenting the white suit he adorned himself with. The golden chains hanging around his ebony boots dangled and clanged with each step he took forward until the light finally reveals his face.

"You seem familiar," you say while squinting your eyes, "Are you the person my father rejected back in February?"

He quirks one brow and you were afraid if you had offended him. But before you could utter an apology, the man splits his lips into a toothy grin and bursts out into a maniac-like laughter. He was completely insane, you thought to yourself. Though he paid no mind to your discomfort and continued to dwell in his amusement, "Hahaha straightforward, I like it! So what if I am? Is it a requirement to be a noble for me to simply have a chat?"

"And if I may ask why?"

"Hmmm, why?" The man reaches for the balcony and presses his back there. He threw his head backward before drilling his ruby gaze into yours, "I too am not fond of annoying crowds. Those snobbish fools thinking they're above everyone else just because they have a couple of mora when that is all they are worth. It's almost too hilarious for my own good."

You could tell there was disdain in his tone. Mainly towards your father who were one of the many unkind nobles of Fontaine and was only liked because of his success. Gripping your hands upon the stone railings, you looked down at the distant trees below while the wind rustled them apart, "I can't deny that," you say dissapointedly, "It's common for nobles not to associate with lower classes as it could potentially ruin their image. Though I may not have been there but I'm sure you had much to offer in terms of your brilliance, erm, Mister…?"

"Hector," Hector placed a palm on his chest with a polite bow following suit, "Hector Dufour-Lapointé. It is a pleasure to make you an acquaintance Lady (Y/n)."

"You know my name?"

"How could I not?" Hector smirks lazily as he danced around you, "I saw you before hiding behind the rose bushes back in your estate. Quite curious why you didn't attempt to say hello."

He even remembers that too. You fiddled with the fabric of your dress, "My apologies. I'm not use to socializing so much."

“Is that so? I think you're not giving yourself enough credit," he complimented while shrugging, "This is much more entertaining than hanging in that insufferably crowded room, it was an unexpected occurence to meet you here of all places. However, I must say time can fly if I'm able to enjoy myself."

You shifted away from his stare, "You flatter me. We've only been talking for a few minutes."

"I have yet to realize it then" Hector's cheerfulness remains at stance despite your gloomy response. He leans forward like a curious child and tosses you a question, "Then allow me to ask, what brings you out here Lady (Y/n)? I don't see any reason when your family are such highly respected people of Fontaine."

"I'm not like them!" You retort instantly, causing the man to glance at you with skepticism, "I mean, I have nothing to do with them and they have nothing to do with me. That's just how it is. They already have Clement after all…"

Why am I telling him this?

"Ah your brother I assume. Yes so I've heard much about his genius mind. There were a few instances where he and I collaborated at Sumeru Academia," Hector speaks as if regarding to his unpleasant memories, "Although he never said anything about having a sister."

"We're not that close. And I'm not very fond of him," you confessed bluntly.

"Neither am I," Hector agreed with a scowl, "He claims his position using the knowledge derived from history books but never tries to think beyond the norm. That ignorant mindset of his will surely be his downfall one day."

"Ignorance can lead to anyone's downfall. If they turn a blind eye to the truth, so much can be taken from them," you paused shortly from rambling too much, "That's what I read in books at least."

"As expected of your lineage," he sighs whimsically, "Such avid readers."

"Well my family prefers documents and research. I've gone through them too but I will always love reading fiction."

"Ha! Seems you really are trying to be different from the rest of your family."

Seconds turn to minutes and minutes to hours, you had already forgotten about the cold breeze despite your dress being less than ideal for the outdoors. The man, although he can be a little to blathering at times, was more than what seemed to be on the surface. At first you thought of him as someone here to take advantage of your relations to your father but he seemed so sincere when listening to your stories, so eager while expressing his thoughts and even made you laugh a couple of times. You didn't realize that the clock had already struck twelve as the guests were preparing to leave but you just weren't ready to do the same.

"Until next time (Y/n)," he takes your fingers and pressed a kiss on top of them, though you were more struck by how he addressed you without honorifics, "I look forward to speaking with you again."

A warm smile graces your lips as you cursty, "Likewise Hector. Thank you for listening to me. I know I must have taken a long time."

Hector sneered but you already learned that it was simply his way of expressing amusement, "Hardly. I was thoroughly entertained."

When your parents found out about your meeting with him, they made it clear that you would never see him again. Hector Dufour-Lapointé is what he calls himself but the real name behind this man was Hector Valliere who came from a village hidden in the west of Fontaine. Rumours said that he was chased out of his hometown by an angry mob, claiming him to be a madman conducting unethical experiments on humans. Shortly after his arrival in Sumeru, he abandoned his past identity and replaced it with a new one in order to enter the academy under legal supervision. Associating with a man of a suspicious reputation would only cause harm to your family's name. Though you could barely care much about their reputation. There was nothing for you to benefit from it.

Few weeks have passed and you evetually gave up on the thought of hearing from Hector. They were only fleeting moments, nothing more. Your routine would stay the same as you kept on plucking more books off the shelves, killing whatever time you had. However the activities you used to enjoy somehow lost it's flair and there would be a slight pain in your chest whenever you turn to a page with the princess as she is surrounded by her friends. What exactly changed? Your family still treated you the same. Did you suddenly grow bored from doing the same thing everyday? Why is it that you feel much more lonelier despite being alone for so long? It was hard to tell in a singular perspective. If only there was someone here to give you some insights on things you couldn't see…

A silver bird lands by your front window and you nearly fell out of your chair as it flapped their wings violently. A machine?! They dropped what seems to be an envelope within the thick bushes before taking off and buzzing into the evening sky. You switched off the lock and lifted the glass within a single movement, snatching the piece of paper so that the wind wouldn't blow it away. Hastily you opened it. Both curious and cautious of why would anyone send you mail in such a discreet approach.

Chère Mademoiselle (Y/n),

I can only imagine the shock of your expression once reading this letter. I'm only writing to you since I assume that your father had already told you those nasty rumours about my past. No matter. I trust that you have a good head on your shoulders to not prejudge people using such miniscule details. I wish to speak with you again. Unless you have other plans staying in that stuffy room of yours, meet me behind the clock tower at 11:00 p.m. Don't be late.

Bien à vous,

"It really is him!" The happiness spreads all across your features as you clutched the letter to your chest. For some reason, your heart wouldn't stop racing. It was a simple yet thoughful action on his part but despite how short his greeting was, every word held the weight of a thousand sparks, "I…I can't stop smiling."

And without hesitation, you prepared to leave. No one noticed your absence.

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It was only halfway where you realized that Hector didn't give many details redgarding why he planned this sudden event. You caught sight of him standing under the roofs with his hands hidden behind his back. He had on his signature lopsided grin, brows uneven as he glanced at you casually.

"How very punctual, were you so eager that you couldn't wait?" He teases.

"I was surprised when your bird knocked upon my window," you inform, "Is it something urgent?"

"Not at all. I merely wanted to catch up with old times," Hector tilts forward to emphasize his suggestion, "Care to indulge me for a bit?"

You crossed your arms, "Then what is it that you're hiding behind your back?"

"Hmm?" He hums, "You mean this?"

"Ah!"

Roses. A bouquet of bright red flowers were presented to you, nicely wrapped in fabric. In the language of Fontaine, recieving them could mean multiple of things and you couldn't help but feel hesitant despite his thoughtful gesture, "Why are you giving me this?"

"Is it so wrong for me to be a gentleman? I thought it would be best to prepare you a gift after you put all that effort to come out in such a late hour," Hector mused to himself, "Especially when you had to make sure no prying eyes would catch us."

You let out a small laugh before accepting the bouquet, "I wouldn't go as far to say that."

"Oh?" Although it was hard to see, Hector managed to catch a glimpse of your flushed cheeks hidden behind the flowers. A darken smirk climbs onto his face at the inviting thought of what it could mean, "Tell me more."

The whole night you both spent walking around the empty plaza with only the stars as your guide. They paved a silver path reflected in the horizon above, free flowing like one of the many watercolour paintings hung in your chambers, uncertain where they may lead but you followed them regardless. If it weren't for Hector's inivtation you might have never known about the parts of your city due to the restricted lifestyle you lived. He listened to every one of them. The stories you had to tell when there was no one for you to talk to and the complaints about your brother whenever he wanted to snitch on your actions just to get the praise out of your father. You expressed your frustrations when speaking about your incompetences, joy after reading a good fairytale book written by your favourite author, there was so much to say that you were worried if Hector soon grew tired from them.

"Go on. I'm listening."

And your heart flutters again. Suddenly everything felt so light with each step you took, it was as if you walked across the stars in the sky rather than the heavy pavement of the ground you called your home. But even if happiness was a bliss, it tormented you. Because companionship made you realize how poor your were all along. That you had everything yet you had nothing, slowly withering away like the roses you held in your hand. Convinced that your existence was worth nothing more than nothing itself. Doomed to be dismissed and forgotten. Rotting away...Hector stays by your side as you cried softly into the night.

From a distance the bell rings and echoes just like the time before during Fontaine's grand ball. Hector shows you a secret route so that no one could find you.

"Will you write to me again?"

The request was so innocent, purely from genuine intentions and devoided of anything he had in mind. Hector would always laugh in these situations when things have gone unexpectedly yet pleasingly his way but held back knowing that it would be foolish to waste such a priceless opportunity. And so he gave you his smile, one full of secrets where you had mistakened it as a promise, "Of course my dear."

Every night you could no longer fall asleep since he had occupied your thoughts completely. Sometimes you'd dream of him and their tales would unfold similarly to the ones you have read. It gone to the point where the maids would have to wake you up during late afternoons due to the dramatic change in your sleep schedule. Though, you didn't care what they did to you. As long as no one found out about your secret rendezvous.

You never thought that there'd be a day where you would voluntarily give up reading your beloved fairytales. They were now replaced by a stash of his letters that have been accumulated over the past few months. You read them each day, pacing back and forth within the walls of your room, whispering his sentences as if he were the one saying them to you. He made you feel special. You were addicted to this feeling. Eventually you managed to memorize his words by heart.

The pages of your diary were filled with notes. Like your very own fairytale carved into reality. From the rose petal, now dried, to the hairpin he snatched from a distracted merchant and a single strand of his hair you found within your cloak after a warm embrace, all of these items, a remnant of the man you loved were taped up in these pages. Sometimes you could even feel his prescence because it was all you needed. It didn't matter if Clement threw insults about how worthless your existence was, your parents could lock you in this prison if they wanted to but they shall never take away Hector from you. Never. You swear it. He was your whole world and the prince who saved you from a life made of aching emptiness. You would do anything to keep him by your side. Anything to gain his affection.

Anything.

"I had a feeling that you were the culprit dear sister."

Your arms stutters as they clutched tightly on the scrolls you took off from the shelves. The light crept into the room like arms reaching out to clutch around your ankles, warning you for trespassing. You turned around dreadfully to see Clement pressing his shoulder against the doorframe with his arms folded and a wicked expression aimed at your pitiful state.

"Why…Why are you still awake?" You say in disbelief, "I thought everyone was asleep."

"Please. Not only are you shameless but hypocritical as well. You truly are a dissapointment to our family."

"Wait," taking a step forward, you stopped him before he makes his exit, "I'll put them back. Just don't tell father about this."

But like your parents, your brother was unkind. Clement doubles over and hugs his torso, cackling through his teeth, "Is that how it is?" He swipes his arm up and you see a parchment paper held between his fingers.

"No!"

"Ma chérie (Y/n). I must say all this tenacious effort of sneaking in my letters to your window is becoming more and more tiresome. But of course, you are an exception. I want the scrolls you've mentioned the other day at my lair tomorrow evening. Make sure no one discovers this. I'm counting on you. Cordialement! Hector."

"No…" you whispered, feeling the weight of the world fall upon your shoulders as it shattered apart. Hector. If possible, you hoped that the pieces could just crush you right then and there. Your knees felt weak and a fright takes over but despite your turmoil, Clement didn't show a shred of sympathy.

"So this is why you've been acting odd lately. Pathetic," he flaps the paper tauntingly in his grasp, "I can't decide if I should be impressed or baffled by your actions. A secret romance with a criminal and the bloodline of Fontaine's most respected government associates? Even though you've hit rock bottom, you still decided to dig deeper."

"Clement you don't understand!" Stumbling upon your footsteps, you desperately tried to convey your predicament even if it meant feeding his ego, "Hector is not the man you think. He was shunned by the people of his hometown, treating him as if he were nothing. They…They ignored him! All this time he needed someone to recognize his brilliance, someone to understand." Shakily, you brought your tensed arms to your chest and screamed a silent whisper, "Someone to listen but no one did. He must have felt so alone…"

Clement flinches when you suddenly clutched onto his biceps. When he looked into your eyes, a shiver ran down his spine.

"Hector is counting on me. I'm the only one who can save him. No one else. He needs me Clement, he needs me!"

"Tch."

An ear-splitting scream of his hand against your face echoes across the room. It knocked you out of your stance and you bumped into the table, grunting while the scrolls to tumbled to the floor.

"Crazy woman, I'm embarassed to be related to you!"

While you were still trying to regain your balance, your brother had already ran off. It wouldn't be long before he alerted your parents, the clock ticking away like sand until the final hour leaves you with nothing but an empty glass.

"No," despair swallows the strength away from your legs and you crawled towards where he used to stand, "Don't take him away from me…I need him…"

I can't live without him.

Tears begin to form by the corners of your eyes as you clenched your teeth. This was no time to cry. Balling your fists, you sprinted out of the room, pushing whatever stood in your way as if you were running for your life.

And if you considered everything else, it wasn't that far from the truth.

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"Hector! Hector are you there?" After arriving upon his house, you began knocking on his door aggressively. The lock clicks and you were greeted by an evidently annoyed man gnawing his teeth together.

"Tsk. There better be a good reason-"

"They're coming for us! We have to go. Now. Before it's too late. My father is probably already waking and making arrangements for you to-"

"Enough, I can't even catch what you're saying," He pinches the bridge of his nose while you were still stuck in a frenzy state. He takes a step back and opens the door wider, gesturing for you to come inside, "Get in already. I have a feeling that this will be a long night."

Hector observes intently at the words you tell him.

Not out of concern but akin to the way he watches the insects react when he exposes them to a different environment.

He was a scientist after all. A madman in which you deliberately fell in love with, so much to the point that he was able to feel pity for once. How you trusted him wholeheartedly with all of your vulnerabilities, emotions and secrets like handing him your parts just so he could put you back together again. Tinkering was always one of his favourite hobbies and he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride at the thought of you being completely wrapped around his finger.

Perhaps that was the reason why he loved you. Because he didn't love you. He loved you in parts.

"It was only a matter of time," Hector sighs. He sneaks his grasp into yours, knowing how much it affects you and puts on an invisible mask of deciet, "I already knew this day would happen long before anyone could have predicted it."

"You did?" With worried eyes you gazed at him, "What shall we do then?"

Knowing he hit the target, his lips begin to curl up towards his ears, showing his sharp white teeth that shone against the dim-litted room. Hector asks, "Do you love me?"

A silly question. You didn't hesitate to answer, "Of course I do. I've said it many times."

"Prove it to me," Forcing his forehead against yours, Hector commands in a dangerously low tone, "Kill your brother and only then you can truly be mine."

Your brain sutters, trying to absorb what he had just said. Kill? As in to take a life? It sounded wrong. But...was it wrong if the life belonged to someone who ruined yours?

Dumbfoundedly, you glanced into the bloody orbs of your lover, his black pupils thinning into knives while burning in the hellfire of his true colours. Hector runs a hand from the scalp of your hair, down to your cheek before gingerly sliding his fingers at your jawline. He pulled you close and whispered into your ear.

"Are you scared?"

Ah, this wasn't about your feelings. This was about him and your future and there could be no future you without him by your side.

You let your eyelids drop and leaned into his touch, "I could never be scared of you Hector. Whether it is within my power or not, I will make sure no one gets in our way. I swear it."

"Good," he continues to have you feed on his affection, "I knew I could count on you."

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The news of your brother's death filled every headline Fontain had to offer. He was driven off a cliff while making a trip towards Sumeru. No one survived. The remains were so crushed to the point that authorities had trouble identifying their bodies. The only explanation they could come up with by observing the leftover tracks was that the horse must have gone out of control and ended up dragging the carriage along with it.

Ha. Serves him right.

Food poisoning. The vial Hector made was very effective. You made sure to bury it away from your mansion.

With no other choice, you became your family's next heir. Hector notifies you that he would be away for several months to solidify a unique connection with a man hailing from Snezhnaya. You didn't think he would arrive at your doorsteps with so much authority. Fatui soldiers followed from behind as the staff paved a way for them to enter. Your father was clearly displeased by his outrageous approach but he knew he was in no place to deny.

"Upon the agreement between Fontaine and Snezhnaya, Lady (Y/n) will become Harbinger Il Dottore's wife," the Duke announces, "This news will be publicly announced at the end of October."

Dottore? Is that what he calls himself?

As if claiming his victory, Dottore shoots your father a devilish smile. You could feel the dining table shake when he kept pressing his fist against the smooth surface, begrudingly congratulating you both for the new engagement. Your mother bursted into tears.

Was it worth it?

You watched both of your parents mourn silently in their own manner. Perfectly knowing that you were the main cause. But you weren't able to feel any sadness because in the end, you now had everything you've ever wanted.

The inheritance.

Their attention.

But most of all, him.

And when you were convinced that this was your happily ever after, that fairytales were not just beautiful lies for the sake of comfort, you didn't realize you were already living a life made of beautiful lies conjured by your own mind for the sake of your own comfort.

"You're nothing without me."

Dried and calloused hands squeezed around your throat as you flailed your legs against the soft fabric of the carpet floor. He encases you in a straddling position, enjoying the sight of your tortured and clenched face. Hector…no, Dottore hated it when you disobeyed him. He despised it when his creations don't work the way he wanted them to and he had no use for things that are broken.

"G-hka--k..-"

"How many times do I have to remind you to not use my birthname. Do those ears of you even function properly? Or must I fix them myself?"

You gasped for air when he relaxed his grip. Vision a blur, you coughed a few times before he pulls your arm so that you lay flushed against his chest.

"Don't forget who saved you dear (Y/n). Because of me you were able to escape that miserable life you've despised for years. I expect the utmost gratitude on your part at all times, it is only fair that I punish you for not meeting my requirements, don't you agree?" Dottore lifts his hand up to pinch your cheeks, pulling your head to stare at your eyes, "After all, there is no one else in this world who can put up with you…but me."

His words were poison in which you drank like a woman starved. It made you feel numb to the pain the more you drowned in their alluring scent, the taste was sweet, a remedy for the bitterness of reality where the man of your dreams was nothing but a cruel monster. You came to believe that the reason why he treated you so harshly was because he was scared of losing you. You were caught in the trap of what seemed to be love and devotion when truly, you were just a toy to be used at a means end. He breaks you and he puts you back together, over and over again, filling in between the cracks formed in your glass heart with the phrases you loved to hear. Just like how he filled the other holes of your life where no one else did. You called it kindness. He saw it as entertainment.

Most people pay attention to the flower's beauty but they never acknowledge the thorns hidden beneath it's blossom. That is why they bleed. They get hurt. Though, you didn't mind shedding blood if it was for his sake.

Because you would do anything for him.

You would do anything to bring back the memories of Hector Dufour-Lapointé and save him from the Harbinger that ruined his life. Your life. It wasn't his fault. You knew you could change him to what he was before because you were in love with him, that he might still in there. Somewhere.

Right?

…

Please come back.

Time continues to flow like the tears of your dying heart despite yearning for it to turn at the past. Dottore already left the room a long time ago but you didn't. Raising your head away from your hands, you peered at the door in front of you, begging desperately through a chanting record of despondence.

Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back.

Images, they slipped through your fingers, slowly becoming more distant until your mind began to see them as illusions. Dreams. Things that were not real. Telling you that your life was a lie.

"Come back to me…Hector."

Because the man you loved was withering in your memories and you couldn't do anything to save him.

A dry croak robbed you of your breath as you turned to look in the mirror.

Worthless. You were always worthless, it was what your parents told you since birth. It was what you became when he wasn't at your side because without him, your existence was worthless. You lied for him, you stole for him you, took a life for him. You destroyed yourself for him to point that it was hard to believe you were even looking at yourself.

Worthless. It's who I am.

And despite it all, you couldn't obtain his love.

(Crack).

Worthless things don’t deserved to be loved.

(Crack. Crack).

But what if it’s because I’m worthless, that he won’t love me back?

(Crack).

Your eyes jolted open, causing you to gasp sharply. When the sweet lies dispersed in your head and cleansed you of deceit, everything started to make sene. You came to realize why your wish was impossible all along.

Dottore...no, Hector, the reason wasn't because he didn't return your feelings. Neither was it due to the fact that he hurt you through his actions. Nor when he made you cry or scream for help before feeding you with more lies, thinking he would never hurt you again. It was none of those things.

It was because the man you loved this whole time was someone who could love no one but himself.

"Ha...haha," sucking in your breath, a sinister laugh escapes your mouth, "Hahahahahahaha.....!"

Everything was worthless.

You grabbed a nearby hairbrush and threw it at the mirror, watching yourself shatter into a million pieces.

There was only one thing left to do.

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"Ugh, where is it?!"

It was late into the night where every staff had gone to sleep. The Harbinger fumbles with his keys while standing at the door of his basement as he was too busy proceeding with his research rather than considering the thought of rest. Usually he acted upon them on his own will, performing various experiments for enjoyment. However, ever since the Snezhnayan court had requested him to look into the ancient arts of alchemy, Dottore was forced to carry it out before the deadline approached. Otherwise his position as Harbinger would be revoked.

"What a bunch of self-centered blockheads. Can't they understand that it take quality time to get quality results?"

Most of his important documents were stored on the otherside. Half of it came from his father-in-law's library. He had you to thank for that.

"Ah finally," he mutters, though still dissatisfied, "I should have a word with my butler for misplacing them."

Dottore shoves the key into the lock but instead of twisting the knob he noticed something strange. It was old and had yet to be fixed but somehow he didn't have any trouble adjusting his wrist. Then he saw there were a set of freshly made fingerprints upon the smooth metallic surface. However, the only person awake at this time would be him-

An intruder!

Dottore drops everything to the ground and yanks the door open. He skittered down the stone stairs while cursing under his breath. Using the delusion gifted by the Tsaritsa, the Harbinger activated his lazer-like pillars as he took advantage of their glow to light up the unlit room.

"What in the abyss...?!"

Except it wasn't dark.

"All of these scrolls, I recognize them," without sparing a single glance, you spoke nostalgically towards the bookshelves, "It brings me so much memories..."

Dottore clenches his teeth together as his eyes shone an angry red, you were holding a torch dangerously close to his hard-earned collection, "What do you think you're doing?!" He fumed, "Put that out, AT ONCE! Don't make me repeat myself!

"They're precious to you aren't they?" You finally shifted to face him, "More than me."

"What has gotten into you?" He was about to hurl at you until he saw your torch lowering, causing him to retreat. You were strangely noncholant and he couldn't help the feeling of disturbance. Accepting that he didn't have the upperhand, Dottore decided to use a different approach, "(Y/n)."

The sound of your name falls from his lips. You faltered.

"I'm sorry for what I have done. I know I was dishonourable to you, as your husband and lover, and that you didn't deserve to see me so aggressive. You have every right to express your anger, my dear. I was in the wrong."

It was only a mask. You knew it well. But seeing him with softened eyes and a tone so comforting, made you desperately wanting to run into his arms so he could wipe away your sorrows just like once upon a time. To live happily ever after.

Hector.

Dottore runs his fingers through his hairstrands in frustration and sighs, "However the Tsarista needed me to do something very important and I can't seem to fulfill her request no matter how hard I try. It angers me. If I don't finish this, there would be no place for us to stay."

"Hector..." you sniffled quietly. He looks so much like him right now.

"Can't you see I'm doing this for you?" He consoles, yet his weapons still remain, "I only intended to make you happy and there's nothing I won't do to achieve that. How about I show-"

"Enough."

Dottore froze upon your sudden command. He didn't sense a hint of subjugation and it seemed that you had perfect control of your emotions. How very inquisitive. Did you grow immune to the style of his voice? In such a short period of time? The facade he had on was now replaced with a growling animal-like expression. You looked at him dissapointedly. His Harbinger self returned. Hector was no more.

"Ha, you're the same as always. Even before the time you became a Harbinger. The same man that I fell in love with but it is me who will never be the same again," For a moment you averted your gaze as if trying hard to swallow your own words, "Remember when we first met at the balcony? That I told you my favourite books to read are fiction? I knew they weren't real but deep down, I wanted to believe in them anyways. And you know what? They did come true, to some degree..."

As the memories come flashing back, he defenselessly watches your expression contort from sadness to a calm contemplation and finally, enraged disgust, "But you only ever brought me pain and I'm sick of it!"

Swaying the torch to the side, Dottore flinches forward but he didn't dare to come close when your current state was unpredictable to him, "I JUST WANTED YOU TO LOVE ME," you wail, I just wanted to be loved, bringing a clawed hand against your forehead and trembling upon contact, "It's all that I ask for..."

Dottore narrowed his brows. Perhaps he may have gotten too far.

"But I know it's impossible. The world is a cruel place and there's no point in trying anymore. That is why I'm going to set us free."

"...What do you mean?"

You shut your eyes closed and tossed the flaming torch to the ground. A horrified expression takes over his features. It didn't take long for the fire to begin spreading amongst the room.

"NO!" Dottore yelled powerfully, he frantically darts his gaze at all directions as they continued to flicker and blend into his precious documents. You stood still and watched him grab the ones that were intact, savouring the most he could but they slip out of his arms every time he moved. Dottore glances behind him to see a rising cage of hellfire. Then he turns to you.

" 'Til death do us part!" you laughed maniacally.

The madman looked back with angry dismay, "You're out of your mind!"

Abandoning whatever he held in his hand, Dottore spins around towards the staircase. He covers his face with his sleeve and did whatever he could to prevent the fire from touching him. However, he accidentally stumbled on his footsteps and something fell off the heights, knocking him in the face. He grunts painfully.

"That will leave a scar," you smile while he clutches at his injury, "I can break you too.”

Just like how you broke me.

Knowing that you've managed to leave a mark of your existence on him in someway, you peacefully watched your lover wobble between the hell you created. But the hell you knew was not made of scorching heat and thundering flames. Hell was empty. Hell was a void. This feeling was far too gentle to be considered hell. If he can't return your love, then at least let these caging arms bask you in the warmth you’ve always desired.

Lifting your head, you looked towards the ceiling and closed your eyes.

Ah, this cannot be death.

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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I Hate To Admit ~ Bang Chan [Request]

WORD COUNT:1.6K

PAIRING: Chan x GN!Reader

GENRE: Angst, fluffy

A/N: I made it a fluffy ending I cant help it.

The longer that Chan sat there listening to the rain outside the window the more he began to grow uneasy about everything he had done that day. It was his turn to release an Skz-Record and he'd written something from the heart, something he'd been holding back on for so long that he needed to get out. Now it had been out in the world for almost eight hours and he was already wondering about you, had you seen it yet? What did you think about it? Did you even know that it was about you? Would you even care that he had done something like that?

The clock on his desk began blinking as it reached midnight and he knew he was going to have to head back to the dorms sooner or later but he didn't want to. As much as he loved being around the boys he needed some time alone, time to think about everything he had lost and he didn't want to go back yet. The boys all knew who the song was going to be about which meant they were going to have a million and one questions about you, why you had left in the first place, why he'd written such a sad song and why Chan would never tell the boys what had truly happened to you. Going back to them met admitting that he missed you and he did, he missed you every minute of every day but he could never say that out loud to anyone but himself. There were times where your voice still echoed in the back of his mind and being at the studio was one of the moments he still felt as though he was close to you. Imagining you sat on the chairs behind him waiting for him to finish one of the pieces he was working on. He still pictured you waiting up for him at the dorms, sitting in one of his shirts playing video games or passed out on the sofa so tired from waiting for him but you would always be there.

"Chan? You ready?" He snapped out of his daydream as he glanced over at the door, his manager had been watching him for a few minutes debating about interrupting the young man's thoughts.

"No, I'm...I'm going to work on this a little more," He lied as he turned back to the blank laptop screen, he was already so tired it wouldn't matter if he stayed in the studio that night he just didn't want to go home yet. Not to an empty bed where he couldn't sleep, he couldn't sleep without you by his side which is why he had begged you to stay with him but you didn't.

"You told me you would never leave! You promised!" He yelled out as you stood across from him in the dorms, throwing your clothes into a bag as you tried to leave as quickly as possible. Tears welling up in your eyes as you tried not to look at him, looking at him you would see how much this was hurting him but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity and you couldn't give it up. It was your life's work and someone was finally taking you seriously, your dream was to be a writer and now that was finally able to come true he wasn't willing to let you go?

"I'll be back Channie, I need this." You breathed as you placed your bag over your shoulder, heading towards the exit when he took hold of your hand. The familiar spark you always felt jolted through your body only making you cry harder at the thought of leaving him. The two of you had spoken about it before, you'd managed a long-distance relationship when he was away on tour, it would be no different. You would be back sooner than he could think about it but he was set on never letting you leave.

"I'll be back...I need this, you know how much this means to me." You tried to let him know gently that this was your dream but he was blind to everything, all he could think about was the promises you had made that you were now breaking.

"You lied to me. You promised that you would never leave and now you're leaving." His voice cracked and you turned to look at him, tears rushing down your face as you reached your hand up to touch him. You hadn't seen Chan this upset since the survival show and it broke you to see him with his eyes so red and tears staining his cheeks.

"You said you would support my dreams." You reminded him but he stepped back from you, shaking his head as he let you walk out of the door, leaving everything behind without trying to fix it.

Chan never should have let you leave the way you did, it was one of the biggest mistakes in his life. He should have made up with you before you got on the plane and left the country to be far away from him, he didn't have to be as selfish as he was but he couldn't see a world without you in it and to this day he still couldn't. How could he ever forget the way you were, how could he not remember all of the little things you did that made him smile and even things that would annoy him but that he still loved about you? He always regretted never responding to the texts and calls you left him when you landed for your new job, he ignored you, ghosting you and telling the boys to do the same.

"Fuck," He mumbled as he looked down at the photo of you he had on his desk, he'd never moved it from the moment that he put it there. It was a photo of you and him together after the boy's first award win, you were holding onto him tightly as tears rushed down both of your faces. You had the photo framed so that you could prove to Chan every day how much you supported his dream and how much of an amazing achievement he had won in the past to keep him motivated but now? Now it felt like a person torture device sitting on his desk, painfully reminding him that although you had supported him he hadn't done the same for you.

Staggering into the dorms that night he stripped out of the drenching wet coat he was wearing and hung it up on the coat rack to dry for the next day. He scratched the back of his neck as he walked through the hallway and into the living room, glancing over at the sofa as he saw you sitting there.

"I'm too tired," He mumbled as he began rubbing his eyes thinking that the image of you sitting there, in his shirt was just all in his head but as he glanced back over you were staring at him. Two cups of hot chocolate on the coffee table as you waited for him to come and sit down.

"You wouldn't be so tired if you got some decent sleep," You quipped as you moved over on the sofa, Chan's mind raced as he stared at you. He must have fallen asleep in the studio it was the only explanation for you to be sitting there so calmly as if nothing had happened.

"Channie, please...We need to talk." You whispered as you waited for him to go and sit beside you, he hesitantly walked over and took the drink from the table, sitting down expecting everything to fade away as he woke up.

"The song." You whispered again placing your hand over his and that was when he knew it was real, that you were truly sitting across from him and touching him. That you were back.

"The song," He repeated, placing his hand on top of yours as he waited for you to say something else but no words could express what you were feeling. You had been on the plane flying home to see him when the song dropped, making you rethink everything in your relationship if there was even one to go back to.

"How did you know I was coming back?" He questioned as he looked at you and then to the time, it was almost 2 in the morning and he never would have expected to find you here.

"I came as soon as I landed...Felix let me in and I slept in your bed for a while...Then I figured you'd probably come home at some ungodly hour like you used to," You laughed softly remembering all the times he would come home late like this, it never once bothered you because you knew how much he adored his word and you would always make sure he slept when he came in.

"But...Why are you back? I thought the job was what you wanted," It had been everything you wanted but it was awful, you were completely miserable the whole time because it wasn't as fun as they had made it out to be, promising you all these amazing opportunities only to make you an errand-runner. Not having Chan in your life made it all the worse, with Chan by your side you felt like anything was possible.

"I didn't want the job if it meant I never got to see you again...Plus...They kind of sucked, I became an errand-runner." You mumbled as you laid your head on his shoulder and just like that it was as if nothing had changed. The four months you spent apart never happened and Chan was just glad to have you back in his life and in his arms where he was never going to let you go without telling you how much he supported you.

"We'll find you something good, something better...I will support you...I promise." He whispered as he laid a small kiss on your forehead, you hummed tiredly as you relaxed against him just happy to be back in his arms once again.

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punkyflesh · 3 years

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I love your fanfiction so much.. actually because of it I watched sofia the first couple of days ago and Cedric is so 😳😳 i just want to hug him and say that everything will be fine... speaking of the request for a story could you please write about how a completely-non-believing-in-magic s/o gets into their world (portal?? spell??) and they with a cedric look at each other like on mice for experiments until they slowly fall in love /i used google translate so sorry for mistakes/

AAAAA that literally made my day when i first saw it, i'm honoured to have encouraged you to watch the show & i'm glad you enjoyed it!

i’m going to make a part two for this fiction as it’ll be very long otherwise

don't apologise for the mistakes - as far as i'm aware, you're asking for the reader to be transported to enchancia who doesn't believe in magic, and cedric sees this as a good opportunity to use them for experiments blah blah love. let me know if i'm wrong about that, but enjoy!

TW: strong language used (swearing)

cedric x reader who doesn't believe in magic | oneshot - part one

"I'm just not convinced that this 'spell' of yours is going to work. You know I don't believe in that sort of crap." You said, shaking your head and folding your arms sternly. Your best friend had been trying to persuade you to try out a new teleportation spell they'd found online for many weeks now - according to the website, the spell would teleport you to a kingdom of magical opportunities and unique people - you simply did not believe the bullshit that came from a domain with a warning on the page.

It had taken a few weeks in order to gather all the equipment needed, and it amused you that your best friend was so easily swayed. You on the other hand? Well, let's just say you were only playing along to prove yourself right. As your friend finished up the alignment in which the equipment was supposed to be, they gestured for you to stand in the centre whilst they got the torn-up paper with the 'magic words' scribbled on messily. With a huff, you hesitantly stepped into the circle that had weird letters around it, glitter from the local craft place in town, and burning sage. "Alright! Are you ready to be transported to a place beyond your wildest dreams?!" Your friend exclaimed, holding onto the piece of paper excitedly and jumping up and down. Although you didn't believe that it was going to work, seeing your friend so excited ignited a sense of warmness in your heart. With a small smile, you nodded.

From then on, your hearing began to turn hazy. You could briefly hear the chanting of your friend, reading from the scrawny piece of paper, but could also hear a new ringing that was getting increasingly louder. You tried to shout out, tried to get your friend to stop and explain how you suddenly thought that this was a bad idea, but you could not hear any words escaping from your mouth. Your stomach began to churn as a bright, white light made you squint. You felt as though you were falling through a lifeless void before you hit a hard surface, your eyes still tightly sealed shut.

What the hell was that? You opened your eyes slowly to find that you were in fact laying down as if you had just got thrown against the surface of something hard. Your body felt numb. On the floor below you, you realised that you were laying upon a red carpet - you don't recall owning one, but then soon saw that the carpet was the length as one of the red carpets you'd see at a movie premiere. Using all your strength to lift up your head enough to support itself, you gazed down what seemed to be a long hallway with intricate designs and paintings decorating the walls. The ceiling was high. You couldn't tell if you were still tripping out or if this was reality but managed to gain more strength to push yourself up even further, looking around your surroundings and taking in the change of scenary. This definitely was not the dingy basement you were in 5 minutes ago. This was something a lot more elegant, posh - almost like the interior of a castle.

All of a sudden, the area you were sitting in was overcast by a shadow, a silhouette of someone. You turned your head expecting to see your friend, but instead saw the long legs of someone unfamiliar to you. They were quite tall and was wearing a long, plum-coloured robe that was tied into a neat knot above their abdomen. You gulped unconsciously and continued to raise your head until you saw the figure fully. They were looming over you, folding their arms into the sleeves of their robe and raising their eyebrow. The look on his face looked stern, but not confused or angry - more of a resting face. The figure had quite noticeable eye bags underneath his hazel eyes and a unique colouration to his hair - he had silvery-white bangs that heavily contrasted the darkness of his natural shade.

You found yourself staring at this odd hair colour before you heard him clear his throat, snapping you out of your trance and jumping slightly. "I uh.." You began, trying to pull yourself to your feet but achieving nothing in the process. The teleportation - or whatever nonsense had just happened, you were too confused to think about it - had obviously left you quite weak. "No need to explain. I'm already aware of your circumstances." The man spoke, cutting you off from what you were trying to explain. You stopped and gave the man a confused look - what did he mean he already knew the circumstances? If you were teleported...was he already aware of that? Hesitantly, you saw him offer you a hand. "It seems as though you've had quite a fall. Here." You looked to his hand - he was wearing black, fingerless gloves that were well fit against his slender fingers - and snuffled a laugh. A bold fashion choice.

Questioningly, you took the mans hand and he pulled you up onto your feet until you were able to look him in the eyes. Finally being able to share the same gaze as him set off a sudden spark in your body that ran from your heart to the hand in which was still interlocked with his own. You felt your heart begin to pound in your chest as you held onto him, not being able to take your eyes away. The same eyes that were looking down at you coldly seemed a lot softer now, gentle even. It was as if the whole world stopped. The figure stared at you for a moment longer, before clearing his throat for the second time and turning his head away, retracting his hand from yours and then offering you a small smile. “You must be my new apprentice. Marvellous to finally meet you.”

“I’m sorry, apprentice?” You questioned, your voice raspy and small. What did he mean apprentice? Apprentice for what? He raised his eyebrow at you once more and stifled a laugh. “Yes? Is there a problem?”

“I’m sorry, but you must be confused. I don’t even know who you are.”

The man looked taken back from your words, judging by the way his face transformed, you seemed to have offended him slightly. “Excuse me? I am Cedric the Sensational! Royal sorcerer of the Kingdom of Enchancia! I’ve saved a few people before and…”

Listening to the man drain on about his successes, you laughed, this time not holding it back. Your laugh caused him to stop talking and stare at you, as you shook your head and brushed off your clothes. “Sorcerer? Sorry pal, but I don’t believe in magic. Try fooling someone else with that story, because it sure ain’t gonna be me.”

Cedric listened to you as you laughed, freezing as he processed. You didn’t believe in magic, yet you had randomly appeared in the middle of the castle, dressed in clothes that’ll surely take you to the dungeon out of the blue? It just didn’t make any sense - unless…

He smirked. It had worked, his spell that he had sent out had actually worked! It was time for him to use this to his own advantage.

He was gonna have fun with his new little experiment.

#cedric oneshot #anti cedfia #comfort character #cedric x reader #cedric the great #cedric sofia the first #cedric the sensational #cedric #cedric the sorcerer #cedric the great x reader #cedric the sorcerer x reader #sofia the fandom #cedric the sensational x reader

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ink-on-the-brink · 3 years

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Okay yes sorry for like putting in another but my goodness you’re great!! I hope it’s okay if I ask another but like, what would happen if the guys of your choice saw their partner hurt? Platonic or romantic up to you (:

No problem at all! Ideas are always welcome. Especially since I've had a bit of time on my hands! (aka I'm procrastinating on my other stories but shh)

Anyway! Here's Engie, Scout, and Soldier when their S/O is hurt because I put names onto a wheel and they popped up so yeah.

These are gonna be general headcannons that can be taken as either romatic or platonic.

Engie

If Hurt By Your Own Stupidity

Chances are you were messing around with a machine he told you not to touch.

If it's a small injury he'll scold you, telling you to listen to him next time. He won't help you. You have to learn your lesson somehow and if that means you have to drag your way to Medic, embarrassing yourself in the process, then so be it.

If it's a rather big injury he'll be rightfully angry. He's picking you up and carrying you to Medic with a string of mumbled curses at how stupid you had been and that you're lucky he was watching otherwise you might be dead. Even though he's angry you can still see the very clear concern on his face. Once you're all fixed up he's not letting you into his workshop for a while and becomes rather paranoid every time you have to.

He just doesn't want to see you hurt over a machine he built. He would probably never forgive himself if that's the way you ended up dying.

If Hurt By Something Else

Probably while helping him. Grabbing tools, maybe fixing up some wires if you're experienced enough.

Small injuries happen all the time. I mean you're messing around with electric wires and sharp objects here, it isn't exactly the safest thing. He always has an extra medkit in the room and won't hesitate to help you with a small cut or electric burn.

Larger injuries are an entirely different story. He goes blank, immediately carrying you to Medic. He won't leave until he knows you're 100% fine and afterward he'll be deathly quiet. You can see rather clearly that he blamed himself for you getting hurt and that he wasn't about to just forgive himself for it. Afterward he has a hard time letting you help again and finds excuses for you to do something else.

It might just be better if you stick to smaller ways of helping, not just for your own sake, but his.

If Hurt In Battle

If he sees it happen he knows it's better to ignore it. That's what happens in battle and at least during battle you guys have respawn. He'll most likely move his dispenser to where you are to help you out as best he can. He likely won't think twice about what happened...

That is unless whoever hurt you did so in a rather cruel way, enjoying seeing you in pain rather than working to complete an objective.

If that happens the person who harmed you becomes his main target. He won't compromise the battle with the urgency to kill them but it's pretty obvious that given the choice between them and killing anyone else, he'll choose them.

If he were to get close enough, and no one else is around, he'd hurt them and then just kinda sit there, letting them be in pain a moment while he maybe sets up one of his machines. If caught doing this he has about a hundred likely excuses. It was a Spy and he didn't want to deal with his dead ringer, he thought they were dead, another person came along that he had to deal with, pretty much never getting caught for doing it. Basically one of the only things that keeps him calm when he sees you hurt is the thought that he's going to make them suffer later.

Engie's a calm man but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to dish out revenge or hold grudges.

If Hurt By Someone On The Team

Ooooh boy, this isn't going to end well.

It was most likely not meant to be you who got hurt. Being Engies right hand(or left hand rather)meant you always helped him to de-escalate fights. Which meant you were probably only hurt in the crossfire.

That, however, does not stop the anger flowing through Engies veins.

A small thing is enough to get him angry. He rarely yells but in that case he will, silencing everyone immediately before going on an absolute tirade about how stupid they were all being. At this point people would be shocked enough to stop, meaning the goal was achieved but not without some sacrifice.

If you get really harmed though...

Engie's a calm man but he has limits. That just so happens to be one of them. He won't even stop the fight. He's immediately taking you to get fixed up. It's afterward that the consequences come.

He will talk to whoever was involved alone. No one's sure what happens but no matter who ends up seeing that side of Engie they always come out a bit shaken up and not willing to talk about it, though seemingly unharmed.

It's likely to never happen but if it does everyone will become just a little bit more cautious when around him or you.

Scout

If Hurt By Your Own Stupidity

You were trying to toss a baseball as high as you could into the air and catch it to try and impress him.

If it only managed to hit just a little bit of sense into you, aka your throw is weak, then he'll most definitely laugh, telling you to leave it up to the professionals.

If you managed to knock yourself out because your toss was godly but your catch was dogshit then he'd burst out laughing for a good five minutes. It's only after his laughing fit that he thought to help you. You'd have to give him a matching bump to keep his mouth shut about it.

If Hurt By Something Else

You two were probably setting up a prank and something went wrong along the way.

If only a little hurt he'd hold in a laugh and ask if you were alright, to which you'd glare at his hidden grin and say you were fine.

If you were actually hurt he'd go into a bit of a panic, quickly bringing you to Medic. The two of you most defiantly had to lie to get away with what you two had been doing. Unfortunately you were both really bad liars. Medic wasn't convinced but he also didn't care, thankfully.

You'd often bring up how scared he looked when you got hurt every time he tried to act like he didn't care about you that much. It never failed to get his tongue stumbling.

If Hurt In Battle

He's not one to care about a few bumps and scratches. He'll likely tell you to try to be as tough as him(he saids as he calls for medic over a splinter). He sees his job more as a game then a battle so it's rare he holds a grudge against anyone. He's maybe a bit more competitive from that point foward but not obsessively so.

Larger injuries and he's quick (litteraly) to dive into the heat of battle to help. More than often he ends up dead beside you but when he does manage to save you he's super macho about it. He'll say stuff about how much you needed him and how you'd never survive a day without him Even though most of the times you're the one pulling him out of those situations...

Just let him have his moment.

If Hurt By Someone On The Team

It was most definitely because you had annoyed someone, most likely Soldier or Heavy. This happens quite often.

If it looks like you're winning the fight he'll cheer you on. No need for him to get involved if you've got it handled.

If something really starts to go down though, he's on your side. There isn't a time where only one of you was beaten to shit, it always had to be the both of you.

Soldier

If Hurt By Your Own Stupidity

You were trying to rocket jump.

Literally just...Why did you think you could do that?

A small injury and Soldier won't even acknowledge it. Be that a bloody nose or a sprained ankle he's going to act as if you were perfectly fine, mostly because he seldom felt pain anymore and he had a hard time trying to recognize it in other people.

If severely hurt he's most likely going to explain to you everything you did wrong and you'll have to either scream for Medic or wait until he carries you there after his lecture.

You do dumb shit you deal with the consequences.

If Hurt By Something Else

Likely a sparring match that got out of hand or possibly a malfunction of a rather precariosly built weapon.

A small injury and he isn't going to care. If you make a big deal out of it he'll tell you to 'man up' and deal with it though it's more so in good fun rather than antagonism.

A large injury though and he's quick to help. He's calling for Medic and asking you to count how many fingers he's holding up. You'll say three, he'll begin to panic, saying that you must have broken your eyes.

He was, in fact, holding up three fingers...

Just don't question it

If Hurt In Battle

Small injuries are victories to him. If you're not at least a little banged up then are you really in a war?

If you for some reason can't walk though he's the first person at your side. Doesn't matter how many bullets he takes as long as you're brought to safety. He'll say something to the effect of 'don't die on me soldier! No, I am not talking to myself!'

After you're taken care of it's revenge time. He's gonna rack up a killing streak, your injury giving him the last bit of encouragement to win the round most of the time.

If Hurt By Someone On The Team

Defending honor! Whether it's yours or his, you are there to defend it and if that means getting a bit rough in the process then so be it.

If you're less injured than whoever you're fighting then, like Scout, He's cheering you on with probably a few insults to the other person as well.

If it looks more like you're losing he's still not going to intervene. He believes in you! You've got this!

If you end up knocked out though he's going to beat the shit out of whoever it was that defeated you. For your honor! (And because he just likes a reason to beat people up)

#tf2 #reader x tf2 #tf2 x reader #engie #soldier #scout #tf2 engie #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier

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hwauas · 3 years

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✨: "taste of heaven" pt.1

> collaboration with ma sweetheart @nateezfics 💕

> part 2 (here) on her blog!

kang yeosang (강여상)!

you were born in the wrong place in your opinion. you never chose to be a princess. you never chose to have a high statute. you never chose to have this much duties. but you had to go through this. you had to live with this. you have to deal with this everyday. and everyday seemed to be the same for you. waking up every day at the same exact time. having everyday the same breakfast. having the same toilette every morning. and working on tasks the parents gave you, thinking you were able to achieve them as a princess. you could get some tasks about a tiny area in the country with problems to solve, or you could get task about servants' and maids' timetable. your parents got you very ambivalent.

but little did they know, you were tired about this. the only free time you could have were afternoons here and there. the rest of the time, your statute got you busy with different tasks.

you wanted a significant change. you wanted to be free. you wanted to escape in aim to live. you wanted and needed a whole another life.

the garden aback the castle was your way out. a place a little bit wild, way less tidy. the greenery was free to crawl everywhere. around a pond, there were water lilies, and different type of flowers and plants. the pond seemed to be wild with all those plants. and around this pond, there were stone benchs and arches. creepers were crawling around the different items in the place: on the bench legs and all around the arches.

the thick foliage of the trees was reducing the sun light in the place. the whole atmosphere was softer, the dim light was creating an atmosphere o so relaxing and almost romantic. spending time there was your favourite activity. you could focus on yourself, things which were important to you, and you could dream and breath.

today, you managed to have some time for yourself. you needed to be somewhere you felt secured in, and somewhere you could relax. somewhere you could take off your crown for hours.

today again, the sun was shining through the foliage, making the place look magic. few rays of sun were illuminating the pond and were reflected on the foliage above. the water, where the sun shone, looked like myriad of diamonds. the birds were chirping around you. the plants seemed to be a little bit greener with the few rays of sun.

it was a perfect place, at a perfect moment.

what you didn't know, a man was approaching.

he was your opposite : independant, even though he had duties, and free, even though he had a statute.

he was breathtaking: sharped jawline, plump lips, little nose, thin eyes with brilliant pupils, eyebrows decorating perfectly his forehead, and bangs falling gracefully on his forehead, giving him a slight of mystery.

his body was perfectly sculped: large shoulder, thin waist, developped chest, sharped collarbones, long legs. you could have said his body was sculped by Greek gods themselves.

but he was the actual god.

herald of gods, he was also a protector: merchants, human heralds, orators, travellers, but also thieves.

pacing up and down the whole world to deliver message was his main activity. he was excelling at it.

his footsteps got you out of your thoughts. you were fully aware of your surroundings to localise the person approaching as soon as possible.

from the corner of your eyes, you could distinguish his figure approaching yours. few rays of sun lit up his body. few of them also lit up his brilliant pupils on you.

“it's the very first time i'm seeing such a beautiful person here.”

his voice was soft. it was like a lullaby to your eyes.

you turned your head over him. his brilliant pupils were looking deep inside yours. his gaze seemed to be more precious than anything else. and the thin smile on his lips was adding more preciousness to his face.

as soon as your brain totally assimilated his beauty, your heart almost immediately reacted: it was beating so fast. you never felt this way before. you never felt your heart react this much to someone unknown to you

“really? aww, i'm sorry. but since this little place is behind the castle i live in and this place is owned by my parents.. i guess you can see me here pretty often.”

you offered this man your prettiest smile.

“oh, so i'm walking in a private area? oh, i'm sorry, i don't have any permission..”

you giggled, making you look even cuter in front of him.

“i give you my permission.”

your eyes were glued in his. you couldn't look somewhere else. something was pulling you closer to him. and without you could even take the control over your brain, you were in front of him.

“i hope you're gonna use this permission wisely.~”

“may i offer you.. my company?”

you could blush at this precious look on your face. he was looking at you so tenderly. you could say he was as mesmerised by you as you were mesmerised by him.

“this is a good answer.”

because of a breeze, your dress brushed his legs, and mixed up with his own clothes. few strands of your hair slowly flew, coming in front of your face. and the man in front of you didn't waist time to push them away your face, behind your ears.

the man then put a hand on your waist, and invite you to sit back on the bench. he was so gentle with you, and led you to the bench like a real gentleman. his hand on your waist, his gaze on your face, a smile on his lips.

he sat besides you, yet was facing you. he was admiring you, like you admire a deity. his own heart was beating irregularly. and just as you, he never lived something like that before.

“who might you be?”

your voice was a little bit shaking because of shyness. you were looking down to the pond. yet this time, you were really blushing since you were feeling his sparkling gaze on you.

“i'm Yeosang. Kang Yeosang. i was supposed to pass by quickly for a mission but.. i don't wanna live now i know someone as stunning as you is here.”

“a-a mission?”

his compliment got you stuttering, and going redder — he was indeed succumbing to you. you were even playing with your fingers. your heart was still beating fast.

“yes. i am gods' herald. but this message can wait, and will wait.”

Yeosang slightly tilted his head to the side. gently, he grabbed your chin and made you look straight into his eyes.

“and you? who are you?”

his pupils never left yours. the tenderness in his eyes was warming you up, and he soon felt like home to you: you didn't have to be shy anymore around him — plus, he was in the same estate, right?

“princess y/n. Lee y/n.”

“does the princess believe in gods?”

Yeosang looked next to you, where you put down your crown. he took it, and gently put it back on the top of your head.

“now, she does. she has a god in front of her, how could she not believe in gods now?”

you were first looking at his eyes after he put the crown on your head, but your gaze eventually wandered over his face: his forehead, his nose, his cheekbones, his cheeks, and his plump lips. your gaze stayed there for a moment. and Yeosang noticed it.

“and does she want to kiss this god?”

“she's craving for it. but is this sensible?”

your eyes quickly went back to his pupils. the sun was shining over his face. his skin seemed to be smoother with the rays of sun.

“i've fallen for you, even though we just met. is this sensible?”

Yeosang softly grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger. he kept your face up, looking in your eyes. the birds weren't chirping anymore, and the whole place was quiet. it was as if the whole world stopped to look at you both.

“it's not. but i'm not trying to hold myself back. if my whole soul suddenly started to scream out your name, then i'm happy to say i'm not wise anymore. nothing is sensible now i've met you.”

“shut up and kiss me. it's a royal order.”

“what my princess wants, my princess gets.”

Yeosang softly leaned over your face. his lips gently touched yours. his lips moved against yours perfectly, as if both of your lips were meant to be against each other.

you slowly came closer to him, as if he was a magnet you were attracted to. your hand wandered over his thigh, and upper to his chest. your whole body was screaming his name out: the heart beating fastly, your skin getting hotter, the palms of your hands getting clammy.

but the kiss had to end. you — sadly — couldn't stay suspended to his lips for ever.

“if nothing of this is sensible, let's be unreasonable.”

your eyes were showing off distress, pleasure and love.

Yeosang was everything you wanted, needed, and had everything you were craving for — freedom. you wanted and needed to have him by your side. him, for what he was, and what he had, was what you had to have by your side.

“is this.. an another royal order, princess?”

his warm hands wrapped up your shoulders. but slowly, they were wandering down your arms to your hands.

“it is. do it.”

slowly, Yeosang started to kiss your forehead. his kisses went down, again and again — your temple, your cheek, your jawline, your neck, and your collarbone.

the next moments would be animated.

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