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toothfa-1-ry · 10 months

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METAMORPHOSIS -finnick odair

The capital has a way of messing up with your head. Finnick saw it happen to him, he saw it happen to Peeta and worst of all, he had to see it happen to you too

GENRE: Angst

PAIRING: Finnick Odair x gn reader,

WARNING: PTSD, mental illness and abuse, suicidal thoughts, self harm on Finnick's part, reader want through a lot of psychological abuse and physical abuse, Finnick has panic attacks basically very hunger games coated abuses

A/N: back in for a hot minute with the new release of a the ballad of songbirds and snakes! I seem to be pulled back into the hunger games lol however since it's been a pretty long time since I've read or watch the movies this fic is probably not going to be accurate at all! Also I have no idea how to end this fic so I just did it in a hurry. I don't rlly like how it came out but oh well!

You weren't supposed to get taken away

You weren't supposed to fall back down behind, you weren't supposed to be left behind while Finnick was distracted talking to Katniss.

Finnick wasn't supposed to leave you behind, he was supposed to stay by your side just like he promised. He wasn't supposed to let you be taken away and yet your there stuck in the capitol while he lies with wounds all over his body in the 13 district

It should have been him, he thinks, that maybe if he had switch places with you in that moment, that he was right next to you instead of ahead of you, that he would pulled you towards him, maybe..maybe you would be there next to him.

Maybe you would be lieing next to him, perhaps is bruises and wounds as bad as his but atleast the both of you would be safe in each others arms.

Finnick knows that he should get out of his room. The plain cold room with grey walls seem to surround him on all four sides and yet his grief seems to swallow him as a whole

The ringing sound in his ears continue relentlessly and the tremble in his hands refuse to go. He'd find himself picking his scabbed scars and almost healed wounds and waking up in the dead of night screaming. He finds himself scarring his once golden skin which now seemed rusted with red and all of his old wounds once which was kissed by you being reopened at the dead of night.

He screamed screamed for you, every night and even while he was awake he seemed to be mumbling your name over and over again under his breath. As if believing that if he did so that maybe you'd appear infront of him and tell him it's just a bad dream

Sometimes he'd be forced out of his room, sometimes it's by Haymitch or some other person. He couldn't care less, however he was also a beacon of hope for the people maybe not flaming as bright as Katniss the girl on fire but rather hope like the beach waves hitting the shore

But you were different. You were a different kind of hope, not burning bright and flaming with fumes like Katniss or calm and majestic in all its glory like Finnick but you were like moon.

Hope like the moon in the dark night sky guiding travelers for the past million centuries, sailors, prophets and even kings and helping them find way back to their homes, to their solace. You were the light in the dark, a elegant beam of radiance showing way even to a poor man.

You were Finnick's light. The only thing that helped him see, the only time he felt truly like himself not like the capitols charming prince, or the victor from the 4th district but rather just like plain Finnick. The boy who had golden tan skin, hair dry with salty sea water, the boy who smelled like the sea ans the boy he once was before the capitol got a hold of him.

Like the moon's reflection on the ocean bed in the calm, you were a beam of radiance to him that helped him sleep in night, safe and sound..and loved.

He misses you more than he remembered you. And it scared Finnick.

Being forced out was now a usual thing for Finnick. Being forced to sit in a cafeteria with a plate of food which would go cold and remain uneaten.

He usually stayed alone still away from the others which was unlike him but his mind would be plagued with the last look you gave him, his ears repeating your mortifying scream

Sometimes he'd talk to Katniss. She understood him, after all her Peeta was taken away to just you were taken away. Both Finnick and Katniss blamed themselves more than they should have,

He thinks, at first that he is a little envious of Katniss and the way she looks strong. She holds herself in a way he doesn't. He thinks, how does she do it? How does Katniss remain like a fire burning torch when Peeta the person she adores the most is gone like how you were

But then he hears a familiar voice, he sees a all too familiar face across the tv screen and he is immediately filled with desperation and dread. He looks at Peeta's stoic and unmoving face on the tv screen and he feels the tremble beginning in his hands again.

The capitol couldn't have..could they? They wouldn't have- they couldn't have done it. They didn't kill Peeta but..they seemed to have done something even worser

Finnick's thoughts are left troubled when it was disturbed a loud sound of a metallic plate dropping and a cry of despair

He sees Katniss, her tears and the way her hands fly towards her mouth and try to cover her cry.

Thats when he notices the bags under her eyes and the cuts on her hand. He notices the way her heart sank just like his did and he notices the way Katniss called out Peeta's name. He remembers the way she held him in the games and the way she begged him to live

He thinks, maybe they aren't so different at all.

"he's alive..he's alive" Katniss whispers under her breath and Finnick's holds his, his eyes scan the tv screen scanning for your face whi- and he sees it.

Your face in the background, your hair combed and slicked backed tightly into a bun. Your faced filled with white powdery makeup making you look almost as if you were a corpse. Your eyes seemed scarily full and your lips dry.

But you weren't dead, but you didn't really seem alive either.

The fact that you were alive had a unsettling feeling in Finnick but right now he couldn't care, you were alive and breathing

"y/n" Finnick breaths out as he runs towards the screen with no hesitation. His mind is no longer on Katniss or Peeta or the capitol but at you and your face.

His trembling fingers slowly trace your face as he cries your name out repeatedly, he isn't listening to what Peeta is saying or all the commotion in the back

Your alive.

"they're back! Peeta, Johanna and y/n they- they're back"

Finnick runs faster than he has ever done in his entire life.

Faster than he did in the hunger games or faster than he did from the capitol people after they were done with their business with him in their bedrooms.

He throws down whatever he was holding in his hands, leaves whatever thought was occupying his head and runs faster than he ever did

He doesn't care about whether he hit someone or if he was making too much noise. He cried your name out as he ran calling you, searching for you before opening the door with a bang, his eyes red with tears and trembling body.

He sees you in a wheelchair lying lifelessly in the the chair which held your body.

He doesn't notice the way everyone else in the room looks at him, Haymitch, the doctors or nurses or even Johanna who was sitting in a similar wheelchair a few metres away from you. They way they all immediately stood up straight and their body tense, the way their faces were looking at him with pity

Finnick feels as if though he had stopped breathing, every single bone in his body moves automatically. The tears stream across his golden skin as his hands itch to touch you

All he needs is you. All he needs is your touch, your warmth

He runs towards you unaware of the way you tensed up when you saw him, he shouts your name as his hands stretch out to finally hold you, he begs for forgiveness again and again but finds you shaking instead

"Finnick don't go near her- wait Finnick don't" Beetee's immediate warning fails when you start thrashing against Finnick's touch

"y/n?- y/n my love? What's wrong?" Finnick panics as he tries to calm you down as you shout and scream

Just a few seconds ago you were silent and unmoving refusing to speak but here you were with Finnick, screaming and crying trying to get away from him like he was a monster

"my love please-" Finnick begs as his hands touches your face, the panic in his voice and the tears unhidden from anyone. The despair and regret dripping from his words and unhelpful touches which seem to drive you insane even more

"away! Get away from me! I- get away! away!" You try to push Finnick away but your not that strong. You seem to be repeating the same things again and again but you shake your head and scream even louder than before

"Finnick let go of her- don't Finnick!" Finnick's hears the others shouting at him but he can't let you go, not when you don't even recognise him

"it's me- it's me y/n. It's Finnick your sweetheart" his voice cracks at the nickname you gave him, his eyes search for a second of recognition or even love but your eyes are filled with terror and fear

"y/n it's me! I'm here now! I'm sorry I'm never going to let you go- please y/n..it's me" he begs and pleads you but you don't stop resisting against him even going lengths of hitting him with your hands helplessly

"Finnick let go!" Finnick hears Haymitch shout as he pulls him away from you "she isn't the same y/n you know- the capitol played with her mind"

Finnick feels his entire world go cold, his skin gone numb and his brain feels all muddy. There's a dark deep sinking feeling in his gut as he watches you look at him in complete fear, crawling away from him and into the corner of the room hugging yourself

Finnick takes a few steps towards you but is fiercely pushed away by a agitated Johanna "get the fuck away from her Finnick!"

Johanna glares at Finnick alongside with everyone in the room before she runs to the corner you were sobbing in and cradles you in her arms muttering "don't touch us, don't touch us" again and again.

"what- what do you mean? What's going on?" He turns and looks at the faces in the roomwhich was responded with a nervous glance. Finnick feels his blood boil and his anger consume him

"I said what do you mean" he shouts "what the hell happened" his eyebrows furrowed as he watches Betee struggled to form sentences

"we- we don't know exactly what happened" Betee says as he motions towards you and Johanna who was rocking you in her arms, shooting everyone in the room dirty looks still repeating the same words

"but-"

"but what? what...what happened to my y/n why.. why does she seem afraid of me? Why is she scared-" His voice cracks before he began to sob uncontrollably "why?"

The room goes silent and all that could be heard was Finnick's sobs and yours alongside with Johanna's muttering.

Haymitch walks slowly to Finnick and holds him in the shoulder "I think..you should sit down somewhere while we talk about this" he says grimly as he turns around and gives looks at the rest of the people in the room to give them some space

Finnick's breathing is shallow as he listens to Betee. The more he listens the more he wishes that he were dead, that it was all fake. He wishes even more that it was him who was taken into the capitol and regret and anger fills him up

"the capitol obviously wasn't going to let it slide, I mean y/n she- she was the capital's sweetheart. She was one of their favourite victor and seeing her being a part of the uprising? Snow would have never let her or any of them for the fact go unscarred but, we never expected this much"

Betee continues in a whisper, he stops every 2 minutes and looks at Finnick to say something but Finnick would always remain silent and unmoving.

"Johanna she- she's developed this insane fear of water- she was drowned multiple times by the capital and Peeta he..he was also brainwashed. He has developed this insane hatred for Katniss."

"and y/n?" Finnick finally broke his silence "what did they do to her?" You could hear the desperation leaking from his voice, his voice at the verge of breaking

Betee seemed to be hesitant to say, often refusing to make eye contact with Finnick but he sighed and looked straight at him

"y/n was strapped. She was strapped into this machine and they kept on fiddling with her memories. She couldn't differentiate with what was real and what wasnt. They inserted this entire new plot into her head which she now believes some parts of it to be true"

Finnick breathing stopped, a chill ran down his spine as he internally begged that it was not what he was thinking of

Betee looks up to Finnick with sadness and guilt painted in his eyes, he didn't want to break it to Finnick this way. He knew how much it would hurt him

"Finnick" Haymitch says instead, choosing to be the one to break the news to Finnick "y/n, she's scared of you. Just like how Peeta has developed hate for Katniss, y/n has developed fear towards you."

A all too familiar feeling came over Finnick. He was where he was in the beginning. He was nothing but a monster, a killer, a damaged product before you came along and showed him a new path but he had to ruin everything. He had to break you too, he had to ruin you too, it was all his fault

Panic engulfed Finnick as it hit his very core, today was the day he got you back and yet today was also the day he seemed to have forever lost you

"but-" he trembles as he talks "but why- what did they show her? What did I do to her" his breathing becomes fast

"it's not your fault" Haymitch says as Betee nods his head "we're trying to figure that out right now"

"is it only me?" Finnick's blood shot eyes pierce Betee's "am I the only person she's scared of?"

"she's scared of everything and everyone except for Johanna. Johanna was the only one who was there to comfort her but Johanna herself isn't in the right mind right now either" Betee replies

"oh" Finnick's voice is empty and hollow, he doesn't want to ask the question but it seems inevitable "will she ever stop being scared of me?"

Finnick is scared of Betee's answer, his heart hammered agains his chest in panick "do you think..I can get her back?"

Betee purses his lips as he continues "it won't ever be the same Finnick. Y/n.. whatever they implanted in her head has been recognised as real to her now but if we keep on pressing on with the truth maybe" he looks hopefully at Finnick "maybe you could get a piece of her back, not fully but a fragment of her"

"I just..I just want her, I don't care if it's a piece of her or whatever. I just..I want her to be okay"

Betee just nods his head wordlessly as he watches Finnick break down. Right infront of him was probably the strongest person he ever knew, he watched him during his games, watched him become victor and knew everything he went through but he never saw Finnick this broken.

"I'm going to get her back" Finnick says "if that's the last thing I ever do I swear, she's going to be okay"

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keen-li · 9 months

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I agree with anon Renegade is very good👏🏼 I don’t consider Oc weak at all… she just had a baby and she took care of her all on her own (that takes a lot of strength and she did that!) just because she loves Jungkook it doesn’t make her weak… yeah he was a huge jerk but he seems like he had a change of heart and maybe they will talk about it afterwards? Who know but regardless I don’t see her weak at all!

You’re doing great❤️

Part 4. [Last part]

I'm so glad and appreciate all the positive interactions and asks I've gotten on this fic. It was a fun and lovely journey and I appreciate you all. :)

You've been worried on the couch waiting for jungkook to text you. He had yuna today, he begged you to have her for the day. You couldn't say no, you didn't want to. You enjoy seeing jungkook spent time with his daughter, it's a nice sight to see her laughing and giggling as he tickles her.

But you made it very clear to him that she should be back by 4pm. You'd never allow her to stay the night with him at his place. He may seem to have changed but you don't know what kinda dump his house looks like or the kinda people jungkook has around.

It's now 7pm and you've been waiting for jungkook to text or call you. Or atleast respond to your calls and texts. You've been calling like a hundred times and he doesn't respond, this makes you even more worried and sick to your stomach. Your little baby girl, you hope she's okay. You hope jungkook hasn't got her passively inhaling smoke. You'd kill him if that was the case, you'd fucking kill him.

Your mind can't stop thinking of the worst. All you can think of is your sweet baby girl in a crowd of drunk people. The loud music playing hurting her ear drums, shes probably crying but jungkook can't hear her over the loud music. Aw you're little baby probably misses you so much.

"Has he responded?" Hobi asks you, snapping you out of your frantic thoughts.

You shake your head.

"Lets just go by his place" he suggests, its not a bad idea. It's the only option you have anyways if you want to save your baby girl from jungkook.

So this what you do, hobi drives you to his place. You're pretty sure he still lives where you last left him.

"Stay here" you tell hoseok as you leave the car. He places a hand on yours before you leave.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you" his eyes soften.

"I'm sure hoseok" you smile warmly to him. "Please stay in the car"

You give him your back and he watches as you walk into the apartment building. He can't help but want to follow behind you. To be a protection for you and yuna.

You walk down the hallway looking at the doors for jungkook's apartment. You check the numbers and you're pretty sure you can remember it. How can you forget it when a year ago that's all you knew. At this point you had mastered the number, it was engraved on your brain.

The memories hit you like the wind. The times when jungkook would be pulling you by the hand to his apartment. One time you didn't even have time to admire the hallway cause you were busy tangling your lips with jungkook's.

You chuckle brushing off the memories, those days are gone now.

You wonder what you're going to see when you open jungkook's door. It doesn't sound like he's having a party but you still don't trust jungkook. You look at his door or knowing whether to knock or just type in the code. You aren't even sure if the code you know is gonna work.

You're not going to knock. So you decide to tap in the code and hope it works. Your hands move against the screen and you sigh when the little thing beeps allowing you to enter.

He seriously didn't change the code. You chuckle.

You open the door slightly as your leg move to walk in. You pull yourself in and when you do you're met with the sight of yuna sat on one of jungkook's female friend's lap, the girl from the bar. At least they aren't doing drugs or having a party, but that doesn't take away from the fact they are smoking and drinking.

You're gonna fucking kill him.

"Mama" yuna calls out when she sees you and stretches her cute little arms out.

"My baby" you rush over and grab her setting her over your hip.

"Are you okay baby" you say checking her body like a doctor. You give her a tight hug not noticing anything wrong with her.

"I missed you so much"

"No hellos" the girl on the couch asks you tone cheeky. You send her a death glare.

"I'm not here for you" you rock yuna in your arms. "Where's jungkook?"

Yuna doesn't look like she was crying.

"Y/n what are you doing here?" Jungkook asks walking into the living room.

"What am I doing here?" You retort. "I'm here to pick up my daughter. You didn't bring her at the appointed time so I got worried." You say angrily and eye his friends at the last sentence.

"Worried about what?" he furrows his brows.

"Worried that she might get sick" you lower your tone but still stay angry.

"And how would that happen" jungkook knows what you're implying but he wants you to say it.

"I don't know jungkook.. drugs? Alcohol? Smoke?" You say like it wasn't obvious.

He scoffs "You honestly think I'd expose her to that"

"I meannnnn" you wave your hand at his friends and the alcohol on his table, and his friend who is smoking.

"He's smoking by the window" jungkook defends.

"It doesn't matter" you yell getting frustrated.

"I don't like how you're talking about us y/n" the girl speaks and you roll your eyes.

"Shut the fuck up" You groan at her forgetting your no cussing infront of yuna rule. Your attention is pulled to the little girl in your arms when she starts to whine. You sigh disappointed that you got carried away.

"I'm not to talking to you here" you say to jungkook and turn to walk out.

"You've got a very beautiful daughter y/n" the girl speaks, she sounds genuine but yet so condescending.

You want to say something to her but jungkook's hand on your shoulder stops you.

"Come on" he closes the door and you head for outside.

"You couldn't call?" jungkook asks when the night air hits you.

"Like I didn't" you say sarcastically. "Check your phone" he does.

"Okay im sorry, my bad" he runs his hands through his hair, "I must've gotten carried away with work" you roll your eyes and turn to him.

"And where did you leave yuna?"

"With jess" You scoff.

"Jess? Jess the fucking walking hookah pipe" you spit.

"Don't say that" in other circumstances jungkook would've laughed at that.

"Plus yuna seemed fine"

"Seemed is not good enough jungkook. She could easily get sick"

"I know, I'm sorry. But you're making a big deal out of it." His voice rises a bit.

"Its always gonna be serious when it comes to my daughter"

Jungkook scoffs when you say it like she's not his daughter too.

"She's my daughter too" he whisper-shouts "Don't you think i care. I'm not gonna let anything harm her" you're taken back by his tone.

"Or maybe you just think so low of me" You roll your eyes at him.

"Huh?" You don't respond.

"Well can you blame us" you hear hoseok speak behind you, "your actions don't really help us see the better in you" you can hear the despise in his tone.

You can see jungkook physically gag and roll his eyes at hoseok. You too sigh knowing what's going to go down.

"You brought him? Y/n" jungkook asks in disbelief.

"I don't have a car remember?" You tell him as hoseok stops next to you.

"You're so fucking pitiful" jungkook says to hoseok "you're such a kiss up.why are you trying to have my leftovers" jungkook chuckles mockingly.

"Don't talk about her like that" hoseok wants to move closer to jungkook but you stop him,

"There's a baby here" you warn them both.

"She's never gonna love you bro"

"I'm not trying to get her to love me, maybe I'm just trying to be there for her... for yuna" hobi says sharply. "Cause you never did"

"Stay away from my daughter" jungkook warns and closes in on hoseok.

"Jungkook please" you stop him. And on cue yuna starts to cry and your heart breaks at how unattentive you were.

"Hoseok please take her back to the car" you say handing yuna to him. You Watch as hoseok rocks yuna and wipes her tears.

"Come here" jungkook says reaching for yuna.

"No" You stop him.

"Let me say bye to my daughter" he looks at you intensely.

"No." you say to him "hoseok go"

"What the fuck y/n let me say bye to my daughter"

"No jungkook, I'm sick of this. I'm sick of you!" you start to yell.

"Y/n" hoseok tries to comfort you.

"Hoseok please just go to the car!" You end up unintentionally yelling at him, you make a mental not to apologise later.

"What do you mean you're sick" jungkook asks getting upset.

"Im sick of you and having having daughter involved in your life" you run your hands over your face frustrated.

"There's never a time when she's with you and I'm not worried" you can feel the tears threaten to fall.

"Sometimes I wish you weren't in her life... our life" you can see the hurt in jungkook's eyes but it's soon replaced with confusion.

"haven't I done enough y/n. Haven't I done my best to be there for you guys" he places his hands on your shoulders.

"You have I know but-" the tears falls "I can never know if you've truly changed...I'm always worried" you sniffle.

"You don't trust me huh?" You can feel him distance himself. Both physically and emotionally.

"After everything I've done" he chuckles coldly.

You wipe your tears and calm yourself down.

"So what? What now?" He asks you coldly. "You're gonna take her away from me? You're gonna keep my own daughter from me?"He yells.

"THE DAUGHTER YOU DIDN'T WANT!" you smack his chest and he's taken aback by your loudness.

"The daughter you told me to get rid of. The daughter you didn't want to see when she was a foetus. The daughter you weren't there for." you spit back to back at him.

"But aren't I here, aren't i here y/n?" He pushes your hands to his chest.

"That's not what I'm talking about jungkook and you know it" you snatch your hands from him.

"Plus we never even talked about it. We just walked over it like it's nothing. "That's not how it's supposed to work"

"So why don't we talk about it, fix it" He pleads.

"It's too late for that jungkook"

"Okay" he gives in "but you're not gonna keep my daughter from me" he shakes his head and you say nothing.

"You can't do that"

"I can" you spit.

He chuckles bitterly.

"we're gonna have to take it to court then" he says plainly and you scoff.

"Let the court decide?" You ask mockingly.

"Yeah"

"Okay" you nod laughing "and we'll see what they'll say about a druggy alcoholic father asking for custody" you spit out sarcastically.

"Yeah we'll see" jungkook says like he's got a very good chance at custody.

Before you leave you turn to him. And with so much determination, digust and anger you give him a hard smack on the cheek.

"I am not your leftovers" you say bitterly "see you in court you piece of shit" you walk off and into hoseok's car.

"Are you okay" he asks you worried

"I'm okay" you tell him but its not convincing. "Is she okay?" You turn to the back seat a see a sleeping yuna in her car seat.

"Yeah. Rocked her a bit and she fell right asleep. Must've been really tired"

He watches you watch her.

"I'm so sorry baby" you rub her little feet.

"Yeah sorry, she picked a shitty dad" you hear hoseok snicker.

You can't even bother to be mad at him, you don't have the energy. You know he means no harm.

"Lets go home"

[8 months later]

"So how is everything between the two of you now"

Jungkook sighs folding his legs on his couch and you scoff at his choice of clothing. You'd never expect to see jungkook in formal wear.

"We've been okay" he speaks eyeing your floral dress and heels. You told him you wanted to get into wearing heels again, but he didn't promise on carrying you if something happened.

It's your first therapy session after the court granted you both equal custody. Amd cause of that you and jungkook decided to attend therapy.

"And as a couple how are things"

"We're not a couple" you both say at the same time, laughing when you do so.

"We're co-parenting" you quickly say to lessen the awkwardness for the therapist.

"Oh my apologies"

"It's alright, I'm pretty sure people who walk in here are usually couples anyways" jungkook also tries to ease the awkwardness.

The therapist simply nods at that. Your lawyers had advised you to maybe attend a parenting therapy. Not to fix the both of you, cause that's far gone, but to help you both parent yuna well.

"We're just here to learn how to co-parent" you add smiling at jungkook.

"That session went well" you say walking out of the building.

"Surprisingly, I thought I was gonna hate it"

You hum as the afternoon sun hits you.

"You've got yuna tonight right?" You ask him.

"i thought you had her" he asks confused.

"I know but I was hoping you can have her" you plead. "You don't have anything to do right?"

"I don't. But why?"

You sigh having to explain to him.

"Hoseok and I have plans tonight" you bite your bottom lip waiting for his reaction.

Jungkook's face relaxes. "Oh okay, sure I'll watch her. I don't mind"

You sigh. you thought he wouldn't say yes.

"Thanks you're the best" you give him a giddy smile, you wanted to hug him but you didn't know how he'd take it.

Jungkook watches you hoping you'd hug him but maybe it's too early for that.

"I know I'm the best" he says full of himself.

"Shut up" You laugh.

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a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire · 7 months

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Not to be overly morbid, but do yall ever think about suicide in prythian? Personally, i think killing yourself would be pretty common. I mean, it has to be given how few old people seem to exist in this world even though fae (or atleast high-fae) seem to insanely powerful and difficult to kill

And I dont think its because living in prythian sucks THAT much or even because being immortal is THAT bad, i mean arguably the biggest issue with immortality would be to watch all your loved ones die and thats not something that sjm's fae have to deal with. I think its moreso a thing of people just kinda getting tired of living after a few centuries and being like "welp. ive experienced pretty much everything, time to explore the world beyond" yknow. Thats why I think Velaris would have a pretty high suicide rate, because if youre stuck in a city thats presumably completely stagnant and never changes because its already perfect, youre going to run out of new enjoyable things to do wayyyy more quickly and get tired of your existence. It would also explain how this city full of immortals that can never leave but can reproduce hasnt already collapsed under the weight of overpopulation after over 5000 years

One idea that i like because it could make for some poignant commentary is that suicide rates are really high among faeries because theyre a lot more likely to live in poverty and its really hard to escape poverty and its really fucking miserable so after a few decades most of them decide they dont wanna live like that, and its gotten to the point where the high fae think they just naturally have shorter lifespans for some biological reason when they can actually live just as long as high fae, its just that they take poison or some shit to die in their sleep or something idk. Maybe thats a little very dark for acotar, but then again, sjm is constantly throwing around domestic violence and abuse and rape in this series so

I think suicide rates among high lords would be pretty high as well because I imagine their lives are pretty monotonous and tiring because of their responsibilities and because its not like they can leave prythian for an extended period of time to experience some new things or have some fun adventures, theyre tied to their court geographically. And god, can you imagine what would happen if theres a crisis. Yknow how a while ago the UK went through like 5 prime ministers in two weeks because of some bullshit that was happening? Imagine that but its just all these newly-chosen high lords killing themselves because they cant handle their court for some reason. I actually have a theory that thats what happened in the night court because theres this weird little throaway line where they say like, Mor's family used to be the ruling family but then the highlord power somehow got transferred to Rhys' family and its been driving me insane because WHAT do mean by that??? So basically, I think there was a time when Mor's highlord-chosen ancestors kept killing themselves for one reason or another, none of them wanted to be highlord and the magic of the land kept reaching out further and further until it landed on like, Rhysand's great-granddad who was only distantly related to Mor's ancestors and the ruling line just continued from there

Anyway, Id like to end this post on a more positive note and talk about the demographic that I think is the least likely to kill themselves, and thats the youngest children of noble families with multiple children. As ive said, im mostly basing this off of any given fae's ability to have a lot of new experiences to keep their lives from becoming monotonous and tiresome (combined with their material circumstances) and I think the youngest children of nobles hit the sweet spot of being pretty wealthy and not needing to do a lot of hard labour that would take up their time while also not being tied down by responsibilities that would force them to stay in one place. (Unless its a family of all girls and the youngest is their only son ig because as of acomaf, prythian is super patriarchal but i try not to think abt that ngl)

#miscellaneous acotar thoughts

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ggukiepie · 1 year

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WOWOW. one of your girls is so yummy.

very excited for next part and to see your perspective and ideas.

but for me i think we’d need more angst rather then revenge. im assuming jk has lots of friends who he sleeps with and its not just yn. which means to him yn is nothing special (unfortunately) thats why i dont see the point of ‘revenge’ because realistically i dont think jk really cares if yn fucks with someone else which has been proved in already the first part. (jk knows yn sleeps with jimin yet doesnt seem to really care and only wants sex.) he only looked for her to sleep with her in the first place & not because he wanted to have a friendly conversation or check up on her. he started touching her before he knew about her sleeping with someone else.

its kinda the same with yn as yn also slept with jimin (which was so hot.) , except she seems to be interested in jungkook. but i dont think yn is really letting jk walk all over her because shes well aware that jk sleeps with other woman and she knows he lied to her yet choose to not speak up. although i love how she can control herself cause if i was in her place id try bring attention to myself and make jk jealous OR js go up to him and slap him especially when he said he ‘just’ left the party while he has a red stain on his shirt 🥸 but by the way she controlled herself and didnt even let jk know that she saw him with another woman, it seems like she knows her feelings wouldnt matter to him because its probably casual for him to be with another (multiple) woman each night.

AND FOR THAT REASONNN^^^ i think the song suits it smmm 😣😣 it fits so perfectly. ive been nonstop listening to the song before i read it and its the first story that im so interested in to write about my opinion. ANYWAYS BACK TO THE STORY.

so maybe shes okay with just simply being one of his girls because she knows she wouldnt be anything more & also she may not want to stop sleeping with him because thats the only way he can be close to her relationship wise.

which means yn is literally just one of his girls for some of his nights. I LOVE THAT SMSMSM. also everything here is simply my opinion and arguments as to why there should be more angst rather then revenge for atleast now until theres more development in their characters and we’d know more. althought idk how many parts ur willing to give in for this. BUT thats simply my perspective, if u think of the story differently and wanted to choose a different way for them thats cool too

i talk alot im gonna stfu now but i really like ur writing and ur idea for it was really cool. im waiting for the next part, take ur time and i hope everythings well for you. 😁

-soo ??

nooooo you're literally so so sweet. thank you so much for taking the time to send me this message. i love ur review !!

im glad u got to see how i related the song and the story. yeah, yn is a bit...not in the right head space 😭 atp she's already given up on the chance that maybe jk might like her back. ofc she can't help but feel sad bc she fell for him. ure right that she's content with being one of his girls, she'll take whatever jungkook gives her :( she didn't even have to ask jk if he slept w that girl bc she already knows 🤧

on jk finding out abt yn and jimin - jk did ask her if they're friends "like us?" i wonder what he meant 🤔

maybe i can write a short backstory of yn and jk hmmmm

#thank u again !! this message made me smile #also gave me more inspo haha #i do have some ideas and i've written maybe 1k words already #asks #anon #anon soo #fic ooyg

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beautiful-02-08-18 · 1 year

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(This is old art from my instagram. Only posting it here now. You can find me on Instagram: @beautiful_02.08.18) The character here is named Serenity Harper from a Christian manga series named after her. It is made by Buzz Dixon. I only read through the 1st book online (that I realized too late that it might not be morally good) and so far its pretty average to me. However, it has an infamous reputation.

The art is like a mixture of manga, comics, and realism and it isn’t detailed. It has colors that doesn’t sit well with and the plot also needed help. It actually got a review from Stan Lee on the back cover and some old mixed reviews on Amazon. Atleast the main character isn’t the ‘positive character!’ trope, from what I’ve seen character-wise she’s the opposite of Pyuri-tan. The story does fall into the ‘lost person’s journey to Christ with the help of other Christians’ category, there’s nothing wrong with that but the execution here is pretty weird. In the 1st book the Prayer Club told Serenity that she will be their pet project. In the 2nd book it seems that one of the members of the Prayer Club blackmailed Serenity into joining so Serenity could escaped consequences for stealing money (which Serenity gave back.) There’s also this love drama between her and a member of the club who is in a relationship (‘for practical purposes its official’ according to him) with another member of the Prayer Club who is a pastor’s daughter (and she doesn’t want Serenity to take Derek.) There’s also NIV Bible verses at the end of the manga. It could have worked though it just isn’t well-executed for me. The manga has such an infamous reputation that I didn’t think its a good idea to place a Bible verse for this. For the illustration, I tried to emulate a 90s anime artstyle that I like for Serenity. I added a background here because my illustrations needed work. Overall I’m pretty happy about this. References: Serenity #01 | Read All Comics Online For Free Amazon.com: Customer reviews: New Bad Girl in Town (Serenity #1) https://youtu.be/GzluTSFEyY8 https://youtu.be/rxqT13zyDdU

#God #Bible #Christian #Christian artist #Christian manga #Christian creative #Christian art #Christianity #fanart #art #art criticism

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imthebadguyyy · 3 years

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maybe something like interviewer asking her sexist questions and the boys stand up for her , after that interview she feels insecure and the boys comfort her . that's just an idea you don't have to write it !! <33

I hope you like it, and I'm so sorry about the delay 😭 I couldn't find my footing with this one, and I hope it's what you wanted ! Have a lovely day 💙

The One Where They're There For Her

Pairing - One Direction x Reader (6thmember!female!reader)

Fandom - One Direction (Directioners)

Summary - A particularly sexist interview decides to reduce you to just a sexual being and makes no effort to hide his misogyny. But the boys are there to support you.

Warnings - sexualization of the lgbt community, sexist comments, swearing, (honestly I hated myself for writing some of the comments here,and I'm so sorry)

Being a part of the biggest band in the world comes with certain responsibilities. Not responsibilities that come along with signing a recording contract, but those that a person deems themselves responsible for. For example, as the only female in a boyband, a female with a fanbase as large as yours, you took it upon yourself to always stand up for what's right, and to be an ally for the causes close to your heart.

That meant that your social media was often flooded with information about important causes, or your opinions on issues like feminism. Was it always well received? Heck no. There were people filled your feed with hate and comments calling you the most horrible names and labelling you a 'man hater' and a 'bitch' But you didn't let it get to you. On most days. On days like today, it was all you could do to keep it together. It had been a tiring few days, touring, recording, performing and doing an endless amount of interviews and photoshoots. It was safe to say you were on the last of your nerves, having battled your way through a makeup artist who had insisted on pointing out your flaws and had used a shit ton of makeup to cover them up. You had battled a photographer who had not hesitated to tell you that if you didn't look more feminine people would think you were turning into a man.

Before you could retaliate, Paul had dragged him away and told management to cancel the photoshoot, and find another photographer before grabbing the six of you some sandwiches and had let you all go back for a quick power nap at the hotel. Then in about half an hour he had woken you up, to get you ready for another interview. That's how you were here, in a white jumpsuit and a black blazer jacket, paired with black heels. Another day, another interviewer that got on your nerves. But this one, this one was different. This interviewer was different, but also the same. Another misogynistic man who thought he was entitled to stare at your ass and cleavage, and eye fuck you as you settled into a seat in between Niall and Zayn.

Settling in, you crossed one knee over the other, plastering a fake smile onto your face, as the man leaned back in his chair, throwing you a sleazy smirk. Noticing the look, Zayn shifted so you were out of view of the interviewer, but in view of the audience. It was in moments like this that you were a 100× more grateful to have your boys. They were well aware of how sleazy some interviewers could be, having had plenty of experience with them, and Zayn and Louis in particular were very protective about the way you were treated. Squeezing your thigh softly, he leaned back a little, lips settling into a thin line as he looked at the interviewer with a cold look. A little behind, Louis threw the interviewer a dirty look.

"So, One Direction! Congratulations on the album, as you all know its out on November the 22nd, with eighteen new songs, including the singles Night Changes and Steal My Girl Speaking of stealing girls, do you think I could steal your number Y/N? And may I mention, you look ver, very hot in that outfit" The interviewer joked, throwing you what he thought was a sexy smirk. (P.S - it wasn't) Answering with an awkward laugh, you shook your head, as Niall tensed up beside you. "Aww come on, your'e a pretty girl, I'm a handsome guy, let's go out sometime" he pressed on, ignoring the growing anger in Harry's eyes. "That's umm, nice. But no thanks, I'm not going to go out with you" was your answer, as you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Picking up on your nervous tic, Zayn moved his hand to rest on your knee, stopping it from bouncing up and down.

"Aww come on baby, what is it? You like girls or something? Because I wouldn't mind being a part of that action either" the sleazebag chuckled, ignoring the disgusted look Liam sent his way. "That's rude" Liam said, while Zayn tightened his grip on your knee. "Oh come on lads, are you telling me the idea doesn't appeal to you? Two women together, mm, makes me all excited just thinking about it, especially if one of them's Y/N" That comment was all it took for Louis to stand up, turning to the man and saying in a voice much rougher than his usual voice, "Alright, that's fuckin' enough, what the fuck is actually wrong with you?" he was backed up by Liam, who stood up, going to tower over the interviewer, whose eyes had lost some of the sleazy look in them. "All you've done since we walked in here is make those disgusting comments about Y/N, and it's sickening. Have some fucking respect" he practically spat.

Behind him, Zayn took your hand in his and pulled you to your feet, noticing the slight glossiness in them, leading you back to the dressing rooms, while Niall, Liam, Louis and Harry stayed back to continue to snap at the interviewer. "That is no way to treat a woman, and not only are you disrespecting her, you also made those god awful events about seeing women together. Your'e a shame to every single person in this room by talking like that" Harry continued, glancing over his shoulder to check if you were okay.

"And no, it doesn't excite us, because we are not assholes, and you are, a disgusting sleaze who does not deserve the job he has. Fuckin loser" Niall chimed in, standing up and storming out. Louis stood up as well, turning to directly face the cameras and the cameramen and sound technicians, who had all looked shocked when the man had made his comments towards you. "I sure as hell hope you have that on record, so you can see just how fucking sexist this industry is to women. Y/N does the same job as us, works just as hard and has the same number of awards, nominations, and records and yet you decide to only focus on her body, clothes, love life and sexuality. Get a fucking life" he spat at the camera, before walking away himself, eventually followed by Harry and Liam, who apologized to the outraged fans before leaving themselves. As they made their way to the dressing rooms they could hear the audience telling the interviewer to apologize to you, their anger at the way you were treated echoing through the building.

Walking in, Harry caught sigh of you curled up in one of the armchairs, with Louis sitting beside you, while Niall and Zayn talked to a furious Paul. "He had no damn right to treat her like shite, and you need to make sure that he knows those comments were un-fuckin-acceptable" Niall was saying, looking angrier than Harry had ever seen him. "And to make those sickening comments about wanting to get action? Can't we sue him for something?" Was Zayn's reply, glancing over his shoulder at you to make sure you were still okay. "We can't sue him, atleast I don't think we can, but I'll have someone let the smug bastard know that he needs to learn how to respect a woman" Paul said, before leaving the room to give the six of you some time together before you had to head back to the hotel.

"How're you feeling darling?" Louis said, moving over and patting your knee so you moved. "I'm okay" you mumbled back, letting Louis settle in next to you, leaning back to rest on his chest. "He had no fuckin right to say any of that, and don't you let it trouble you for a second" Zayn added, pouring out a cup of tea for you and for Louis and Harry. "I don't care about what he said, I couldn't care less, but it was just so frustrating, sitting there and listening to him just sexualize a whole community of people. You've got to be in a really sad place to think of shit like that. That's what annoyed me. You think I give a damn about what he said about my clothes or wanting to take me out on a date? It was the way he was talking, like he was sure any woman would be glad to have him that irked me. He's really tiresome" was your reply, as you reached forward for a sip of your tea. "That's the right attitude love. Haters gonna hate" Harry said.

"I know that. But I just wish I could punch him once, which sounds mean, but he does kind of deserve it" Niall said, earning a laugh from you. Niall was never usually aggressive, and even now, he wasn't particularly rude but it was rare to see him wanting to punch someone. "It's okay Niall, you don't have to. I can do it myself, but I won't" you replied, leaning up to squeeze his hand. "Besides, Ni, if you went and punched him, I'd do it too, and then we'd all go to jail" Liam chimed in, scrolling through his twitter. "Twitter isn't happy either babe. #stopsexualization and #Y/Ndeservesbetter is trending already" he added, showing you his phone. "If it means some of these sexist asses get their heads out of the sand, I'm happy. But I dont want to to think about it now" you replied, cuddling closer to the warmth radiating from Louis's body.

"Okay, we won't talk about it. Do you want to go back to the hotel?" Harry asked, standing up and walking to the door "No I want to go to Nando's. Anybody else hungry?" You asked, to nods of assent from the boys. "I'm starving. Those stupid sandwiches didn't fill me up at all" Zayn said, standing up to grab his coat and wallet. "I know and I'm craving some hot Peri Peri chicken with some fries. Do you think they'd let me put the lemon and herb sauce on the fries?" You asked, standing up yourself, earning a laugh from Louis. "Your'e an international superstar babe, I think they'd give you some lemon herb sauce" Liam joked.

Laughing, the six of you made your way to the car, with Harry and Niall squishing you in between them, as Louis sat in the back with Liam, and Zayn sat in the front with Paul (he was driving thank GOD) "I'm proud of you darling" Harry chimed in suddenly. "I am too" Niall added. "You know I am" Louis said, before Liam added "Always babe" and Zayn turned to smile at you before adding, "We are all proud of you, and we always will be, not only because you do a damn good job of not listening to the haters, but because you do what you think is right" "Awh come on, your'e gonna make me cry" you mumbled, leaning into Niall's shoulder. "Almost makes me feel bad for teasing you about having an extremely low spice tolerance the last time we were at Nando's Haz" you smirked, earning a roar of laughter from the boys.

"That chicken was spicy love!" "It was lemon and herb with no peri peri!" "And it was spicy!"

And just like that, you were back to messing around with each other. Sleazy interviewers would come and go, but your boys were always there to support you. Always.

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A/N - Thanks for reading ! I'd also like to apologize on the behalf of this fictitious interviewer I made up, I felt so bad while writing some of this 😭 anyways, I hope this is what you wanted! Enjoy !

Tags - @zaynkissbot @gucci-hazza @bxtchboy69

#one direction x reader #one direction x sixth member #one direction imagines #one direction fanfiction #one direction #harry styles x reader #liam payne x reader #louis tomlinson x reader #niall horan x reader #zayn malik x reader #imthebadguyyytags #harry styles #niall horan #liam payne #louis tomlinson #zayn malik

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nnajiro · 2 years

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I would be lying...

Bonten!Sano Manjiro x girl reader~

A/N: A lil' nasty work , gun, manga spoilers , alcohol and nothin more ♡

summary : Mikey left you 12 years ago with the rest of his friends, and now in the present is the time where you got sick of waiting and decided to find him yourself.

you have been waiting such a long time for him to atleast send you some kind of signal that he is doing well, did he completly forgot about you? were you just a phase?...

"Alright, then in this night club should be where bonten meets tonight"

kazutora looked at the bodyguard that held the doors closed, and smoothly approached him and surprisingly the door opened for him. takemichi and you followed suit after him, looking around.

"This place is full of people"

you whispered to takemichi, he looked back at you confusingly scrunching his eyed as a sign he didnt hear what you said

truly the music was so loud you couldnt even hear your own thoughts anymore

"Alright this is where we will be sitting"

kazutora showed us a couch that had its back at the wall, with a nice table infront of it

"Im gonna go see where he might be, you guys wait here"

takemichi nodded, trying to keep his eyes on the floor. some girls had no shame, how they moved and what they showed with their clothes...

"I cant believe Mikey spends most of his nights in these clubs"

takemichi tried to start a conversation all while a waitress came and asked if we would want something to drink

"I would like some red wine please, thank you"

the waitress nodded and left once takemichi waved his hands that he doesnt want anything

"do you think it is a good idea to drink right now?"

he questioned your request, figdeting his hands under the table

"why not tho, bet we came here for no use anyway, why would he just show up now of all times"

takemichi saw the saddness you hid behind those words, he knew that you still loved him, that you still think about him everyday

"here you go"

your wine came, thanking the waitress you took a small sip from the glass and took the taste in

"do you think mikey is watching us right now?"

out of nowhere, you asked. takemichi twitched from what you said and began looking around with his eyes

"I-... why would he? How would he know?"

he took some deep breaths in looking as if he was preparing to meet with him eye to eye already

"lets...see"

takemichi looked back at you wondering what you meant by that. you took another sip from your red wine and stood up into the dancing crowd

"Hey! Kazutora told us to–"

no words have been able to reach your ears since the music and the crowd you were in was so loud

"wanna dance?"

the man looked surprised at you and accepted proudly by such a girl approaching him. you wasted no time in slow dancing and directly turned your back at him and pressed yourself onto him

"do you like that?"

he nodded with a smirk on his lips, swaying with you he leaned closer to your neck, whispering sweet nothings you didnt bother to hear.

"come with me"

you swore his voice sounded different a second ago. you glanced back at you and saw that the dude you were with was being carried away by some other guy saying that he was so drunk

the hand that had taken a hold of your arm dragged you thru the people and leaded you to a room

you wasted no energy on this anymore, if this wasnt going to be him and you just got kidnapped– well happends.

"here she is boss, as you ordered"

you were shoved inside this red covered walls room, that had such nice design along its walls and ceiling, filled with amounts of bottles that held nothing but wine

you were left alone with this man inside the room he was with his back at you, fiddling with something infront of him. blinking slowly, you tried to listen to the man infront of you, was he going to say anything to you?

"who are you?"

the man stopped his actions and took a deep breath in, it seemed like your voice has taken an act on him

you didnt bother to add any words and chose to stay silent to watch his moves

once the silence was settled, he stood up and slowly turned away to face you. his hair covered his face, only his nose and lips were barely shown

but once he looked up at you, showing you the beautiful eyes he kept hidden behind those curtains, you knew who was standing infront of you

"why are you here, y/n"

barely sounding like a question, he asked you letting the hand he had a gun in sway with his movements

"are you going to kill me?"

without any emotion showing on your face, you asked, looking only at those eyes you loved

it was like he was taken back from what you said, you really thought he was going to kill you? are you scared of him too?

"i should've known...this was a mistake"

he pointed the gun to your head, almost like talking to himself he blinked as if he could make everything dissapear

you took a step forward, looking only at his eyes

"dont move"

another step

"what are you doing? im going to kill you"

another step

"let me just...have this moment before i die then"

his eyes widened at your closeness, it was like he had a diamond infront of him, or something even more precious to him, you

"oh manjiro..."

you slowly bring your hands to cup his whitened cheeks, wipping close to his dark circles that he had under his eyes

you could feel the way his life has been surviving with the last drop of hope, how he was dangling above a swarm of snakes from a piece of hair

"how long has it been since someone cared for you in this way?.."

he had his lips sealed, as if what you were saying was as important as the life itself

you slowly moved your hands to tangle them around his neck, snuggling into him once you did

"you used to love doing this to me..."

you could feel his heartbeat fastening

"you still love me?..."

his question hit you deep, like the arrow of the god of love, breathing slowly, you smiled

"i would be lying if i said no"

"and i would be saying the truth if i said yes"

the last sentence you both said in sync, remembering the silly jokes he always made you listen to, how he was so full of himself and had no intention in making you the winner, so he always said it like that, so it wouldnt of have sounded like a yes, nor a no

you broke the hug and stayed close to him, admiring his features once again. the ones you thought you had to die to see again

the silence layed between you two comfortably, and with that, you both leaned into a kiss you have been waiting for too long.

#mikey x reader #toman mikey #tokyo manji revengers #tokyo revengers mikey #sano manjirou #tokrev mikey #toman #bonten mikey #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey imagines

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miiserableee · 2 years

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( POLAR MYSTIQUE ) ▸ DOS : ! ( uno ) / ( tres )

scaramouche × fem!reader ! ( summary ) a point of view from other characters which coincidentally is a close friend of scara , where they all state why , just why , you both still remain still within the state of friends with extended definition of being something not yet official but is patently there , ( mentions ) of reader having an older brother , being perfect , smart athletic u know the drill , scara being ooc ! annoyed scara ! reader also have dead parents ! drunk reader ! reader w/ abandonment issues ! reader kind of a bro-con ! reader is weak to alcohol ! reader being somewhat , moderately socially approachable ! this is uh , kind of in a 2nd person viewpoint of kazuha ! ( 5.2k words ) modern!au!

𖥼 , A DIFFERENT FLOWER , BLOOMED IN HIM !

HE WALKS . with a tall ginger at side , atleast a ruler's length away . namely called childe . blabbering about how he loved their just a few minutes ago lesson with prof. zhongli . the considerably shorter ; scaramouche couldn't even bother give a nod or a brief reply . simply seeming to not want the ginger's company but couldn't be bothered to try and escape from it either . he tweaked with his phone , childe has noticed him typing something before , and him placing it back on his pocket , then swishing his swinging bag just hanging by one shoulder , and checking it again . he kept on checking and checking until they were from their last room , out here in their campus' open fields .

childe had quite the clear idea of just who exactly he texted and has yet to reply . couldn't be anyone other than the only being he ever mentions with slight bit change with his usual mundane expression . he may not gush about it so often with his words but he does almost always sound like your name was the only one that can ever leave his lips more times than ten in a day .

he'd never tell anyone about such fixation but also would never deny any sort of assumption . childe has only been with this guy for three years now , since the start of their college life , but man was that enough for him to notice the subtle differences of how he treats you and how he deals with others .

anyone on same standing as childe in scaramouche's life would wonder , just how you two are still not dating . it didn't seem like scaramouche didn't have the guts to confess , and never did it seem like you'd ever reject him . so whatever was the reason that kept you both from leveling up from the close as hell yet nothing more than childhood friends basis .

just as he thinks of you , you came right of rear view , coincidentally walking to them , a few girls with red tints on their cheeks , visible enough for childe ; meters away to see . what got them blushing so furiously ? you didn't seem to be passing on hitting on them either with that calm and tranquil label on your face sticking with persistent trace . they soon left though , giggling and almost audible small speech bubbles with kya kya around them , grouped with pecks of pink small giddy flowers .

you were walking the same route close to where the two of them were headed , and just as suspected , scaramouche already got eyes at you ; still aloof and unaware , hand at your gray tote bag , snug against the silk of your sleeveless , buttoned black top , its collar hiding that one pendant necklace you got from , oh why don't you readers guess .

as soon as you raise your sights away from the smooth of the ground floors is when you noticed them two , though it'd be more plausible to say that you only noticed scaramouche .

"Scara ? Scara !" those fog in your eyes cleared with his figure on sight . immediately speeding up your walking into pacing as you raise a hand as if to wave at him . he only waits . "Nice seeing you here . Oh , hi Childe ?" he swore you've forgotten his name and is unsure as you spoke of it but he's keeping that hypothesis to himself .

"Hi Y/n , done with classes ?" he giddy up at you with a small grin and a friendly wave to return your not meant for him one . regardless , you acknowledge his presence , "Yeah , I got a long vacant next so I was planning on killing some time ."

"Where ? At that arcade down a few rides away again ? You know , I can take you on a better place to kill some time !" indirectly insulting your place of comfort and original homes of huge ass stuff toys , now rested on the blankets of your bed , you , already immune to it , just snark up a reply . "Yeah ? Like a week-trip in France ?"

"Of course ! Whenever you're free ."

"Sweet—"

"Y/n ."

"Mhm ?"

it's simply astonishing how you didn't at all react stiff with the cold of his voice that interrupted your conversation—maybe that's the benefit of having been close to him since of young age . "We can live in Paris for 10 years if that's what you so like ."

"Scara , I'm still poor <33 ." you jokingly slump your shoulders and he scoffs , "Obviously ." and you just look at him with a stop agreeing look . he had already pulled you atleast five feet away from childe and barely a feet away from him . said tall ginger had nothing to say both in mind and aloud but WHAT ??? TOGETHER ?? LIVE IN PARIS ???? FOR 10 YEARS ??? IS THAT WHAT CHILDHOOD FRIENDS DO NOWADAYS ???? he internally regrets not keeping any of his childhood friends as close as scaramouche and you kept each other for many years end .

"Why weren't you answering my messages ?" he so complains , pinching up at your side as you immediately release an ouch and caught his wrist , teary eyed a bit as you ask back , "You sent messages ?" damn , now there you just dug your grave deeper . he pinches noticeably harder as your face flinched and the bit of you being teary eyed ? shattered .

"I was scolded during class cause it rang and wouldn't at all stop . Nii-chan was spamming so I had to mute it . I didn't get to check since right after getting out the halls , those girls asking about you swarmed at me again ." he seemed unbelieving at first before he just pinches more one last time and you held unto his wrist much tighter . "Ow ow , I'll check it , I'll check it , alright ?"

so you did , fiddling with your tote and fishing out your phone to see that he did send a message . "You wanna eat lunch together ?" he pinches harder . "OW OW—Okay okay !"

and just as he thought you have forgotten him , it seems as though you still haven't . "Childe ? Wanna eat with us ? You haven't eaten yet , right ? I'll call Kazuha over , too ."

there it was . it wasn't uncommon . how you held hands out for people that needs something to hold unto . you were that one girl snug at the friend group but keeps eyes out for the ones being left behind . you were that one that asks everyone for their orders at restaurants before you say yours . you were the one that listens to everyone and let them drag you wherever and whenever they could . you were naive .

scaramouche , how exactly did you get him to open up to you ? with how easy you were ? how much of a light baggage you are to carry ? oh , could it be that it's simply easy to drag you around ?

"Childe ?"

no . it's none of those . it's because , you so fit him .

"Yeah , I'll go ." he says with a cheeky grin which scaramouche brushes off with a closed glare as he more puts focus on your hold on his wrist . he pinches again . "Stooooop that ." you almost have the tear pouring but he just smirks , soon putting aside his clamped fingers and just pressing his palm against what part he had been inflicting stings at .

childe watched it happen . those silent antics of odd affection . they weren't often noticed by others as when said others do contort a few of his moments , they only ever get caught up in the pretty of his snow skin and almost amethyst-like eyes . childe sighs , walking ahead as you follow , scaramouche letting go but you ended up snatching at his shirt's hem and pulling him in again to show him the spam of a mess your brother had supposedly done on your chatbox . laughing and being giddy lightly as scaramouche just stared and reads every detail-quite the look resembling that of glare present as he venture eyes at what you had him see . he puts those emotions aside as you got in the canteen .

"Kazuha !!" you bemused at the presence of the newcomer , said newcomer just smiles and nod , quite expected of his quite the calm nature . completely why others are beyond baffled as to why and just how he ended up being one of the closest to scaramouche . well , this others , really is just childe and a few people , like their some seniors like venti and rosaria , juniors like chongyun and xingqui . to others that could be deemed as ; almost everyone , scaramouche is the silent , cold type but knows how to smile and throw thorny bouquet of words , quiet poetic , but , just ; no .

"When can I have a girlfriend myself , comrade ?"

"When you stop using comrade as a means to refer to people , perhaps ."childe pouts at the immediate response , kazuha just providing another teeth aching smile as he takes bites of his own meal . "How was classes , Y/n ?" you and kazuha weren't really of same major but a few of his classes , you also attend ; you really find the fun in his taken word-y lectures .

"It was fun ." your smile is so spent back when it's to be shown to others , kazuha who never really minded just nods .

"Did you take a class same as Kazuha again ?" scaramouche asks as you just turn at him as you take in whatever your chopstick could pick up at your tray . "Kinda , he took that class last sem ."

scaramouche looked the least bit displeased before he just doesn't reply and continue to focus on his thing . childe would judge that as him being jealous , as his major is more on businesses and all that , you couldn't really relate . but maybe scaramouche wasn't that jealous type of a person ? since you were always crowded by people the time childe and kazuha had come to witness you two's foolish unofficially announced chasing of each other-maybe he liked it when others see just how great you are ?

"You don't have classes anymore ?" kazuha asks scaramouche whom was just about to follow you ; already a few meters ahead . "Hm , we'll be going for a drive down the riverside ."

a drive down the riverside . that often meant that you would be busy the next few days so he's off to take you somewhere to have some quality time together or he's the one who's gonna be busy . "Okay , Childe and I will go , get home safe ."

childe just stands there behind kazuha , it was past the hour of sunsets and the orange and reds , yellows and grays were turning more into blacks and violets .

"How are they not dating yet ?" childe mumbles out as he walked with kazuha to where their cars would be . "He says he doesn't feel like it's yet time for him to confess ." though , said scaramouche have never really said that aloud , it's more so the message kazuha gets from those few plucked-luck situations when he does accidentally ask and receive a flare glare instead .

"Haven't they been at it for quite the time now ? Even before college ." to be exact , when childe first started associating himself with scaramouche and witnessed one of those moments said man would have with you , the initial question that popped off of him , for scaramouche to answer , was ; is she your girlfriend ? its almost as if he was speaking for everyone when he asked that . which was legit as almost everyone either leaned or stopped whatever they were doing just to listen in the table said him and scaramouche sat in , be it boy or girl , the popular ones or the quiet ones—everyone wanted in .

everyone wanted , maybe even needed to know . as you two were a pair so secretive yet public . no one could bash you for it when individually everyone loved you both . scaramouche , the smart , and moderately social guy that keeps his boundaries known even with his flowers-covered words of steeled knives—you , whom is never problematic and completely neutral , the silent type with over brimming charisma . you who'd never show any emotion more than the bare minimum , unless when he comes of view , and him who never really does anything for anyone unless you come into being the one in need .

it's so obvious . so so obvious .

and kazuha agrees .

he didn't at all when he first met you . he didn't even think you were all that of a big deal , just a regular friend of scaramouche with a bit of different tang and whiff along your airs , but never really anymore than that . you were introduced as the one who took his side as being scaramouche's personal really close friend , as he had to leave for canada . he did come back to study college and ended up having to meet you as you were often called on by scaramouche or you were the one nearing him . he brushed off the almost unnoticeable but still there selective affectionate antics his friend displayed for you as something not worth his time to think about as scaramouche couldn't possibly be meaning to do all that intentionally—

who would have thought that the seven years he's gone was enough for flowers to bloom in some man like scaramouche ?

time and time again , he'd sometimes freeze when labeled witness of times scaramouche would act to you like how a lover would and you'd do the same . even if the said act could be seen as mediocre and especially affection-lacking , it was still enough for kazuha's smile to stiffen and thought process crumble . he felt foolish to think that even scaramouche wouldn't change or find the one on the course of seven years .

he was in denial , thinking at one side that maybe you weren't all that special , to scaramouche , even when clearly , you are . on the other side , he was near believing and understanding scaramouche's unsaid feelings even if he'd always had a concrete belief that said pal of his would never have a speck of romantic whatnot to spare .

who knew that all he needed was one scenario for said concrete belief that have already shattered to pieces , get blitz to dust there and then ?

"You're with who ? That alcohol loving bastard and his tattooed companion ? Who else ? Not even with that Lumi-girl you always mention ? Wouldn't your brother be worried ?"

kazuha remembers well how scaramouche came back the table with a restless air around him . both their parents knew each other having been acquainted during their days of college and early endeavors to before all the well known good success . there was then a big dinner with said two families , catching up and listening in on stories that could be tips or just completely entertaining were being shared and discussed but all kazuha did was drink his alcoholic drink silently .

when it was time to head home , as him and scaramouche lived at different dorms for easy transport and convenient privacy for college , they were advised to head home together . and as kazuha is yet to be bought his own ferrari or mercedes because uni was in the way , he had to hit up a ride with scaramouche . which the man just didn't care about at all as he reaches for his keys , not minding if said kazuha were to follow or not .

the ride was silent as both were tired . having been questioned multiple things for both being either heir or helpers of the heirs , they were quite up for the roller coaster like questions , a gut shrieking ride . they were used to it , but it still sucks at their HP no matter the number of times it happens .

it's only ever broken , said still in the scented air of the car , when scaramouche's phone rang . he eyed it where it was , laying neatly on the seat beside him . kazuha was on the backseat , he doesn't like seating himself beside the driver of any car he is to ride on . scaramouche didn't bother doing anything like taking his airpods , maybe because he was driving . just answered and put it on speaker . "Y/n ?"

"Ah hello ? Sir , uh , Scara-mama's-boi ? Lol , what a name . Anyways , this isn't Y/n~ ! We didn't know she could get drunk this easily , sorry . Uh , mind picking her up ? If you're busy , my boyfriend Xiao here can do it . Say hello Xiao !"

"If he's busy just tell him to send us her address ."

the so called venti laughs heartily at this xiao's way of saying hello , before continuing , "This is Venti by the waaaaaaay !!"

scaramouche squinted eyes at this , catching glances at his phone . the two seniors are well known around the uni . the uni is big and filled of people from other countries and places . xiao and venti are well known to be the first ones to be as popular as scaramouche and you now . their looks and attitudes , talents being a means of their fame . scaramouche never really even bothered with their existence but they approached you , well , venti did . since you're always with scaramouche , it came to be a fact that he grew a bit acquainted to them as well . they may have known that there was simply no way he'd answer any call if it wasn't from you . scaramouche exhales , almost sounding irritated , the cause of the hint of irritation ; unsure was kazuha ."Which bar are you at ?"

"Oh ? You're not busy ? Nice ! We're at the recently opened one here in uhhh . Near the plaza ? Wait let me send ."

after a while , of exchanging locations , scaramouche turned his wheels to where he knew said location would be . "I'll drop you off later , Kazuha . Or you can just get down here and call up a cab . I'll pick up Y/n ." kazuha wasn't in that much of a hurry , and he did need to let loose after the straining persistence of appointed imagery , he's been acting on since earlier . "I'll accompany you . I haven't seen Y/n in a while too ."

"Suit yourself ."

the bar was grand . it was large and spacious , loud and tenacious . kazuha and scaramouche were only able to enter after having bribed the bouncers a hefty load of under-given money . not really under when the annoyed scaramouche just slapped the cash right at the big men's face . annoyance seemingly increasing at the loud of the room , but that sort of reaction wasn't all that visible anymore when the two of them walked to the vip section where their senior said they were .

you weren't really breaking havoc or dancing all giddy with beats disregarded and limbs swayed all ragged . you were just sitting there at the bar stool , sipping at a huge beer glass mug , rather quickly too . almost as if the burning it does as it travels down your throat is nothing at all . you drank it like water . kazuha thought , oh , what a calm drunk she is . the only actual indication of you not being sober were the light hiccupping, deep strikes of red on your cheeks and the way your eyes rested at the shelves of other alcoholic beverages . completely lost and aloof much like usual .

until scaramouche started speed-walking and turning you with a hand at your shoulder , smiling eerily at the tattooed senior who was attained to mandatory caressing of your back . said senior flit away his hand in motion the moment he notices scaramouche under the pink and violet streams of light from the attached things above . as for you , when you turned at him , it wasn't even a second after , yet somehow , tears just started erupting . your e/c eyes shining , your hiccupping reducing to a mantra of his name . scara , scara , scara .

you were crying and he just looked , one eye twitching and an irked expression to be of seen as he stealthily moves the glass which was full when they came in and was already half way done with just your recent last sip ; away . latching at his waist were your arms . you hugged him tight as you sobbed his name out for a reason kazuha just couldn't begin to guess out .

he's seen you smile , laugh , annoyed , upset and many more before but that never meant he had seen you cry at all . with how you're usually mistaken to be void of any sort of humane and not-practiced emotions and reactions , it had his eyes widening at the sight of you , practically on the edge of actual wailing .

"Weird, right ? I never thought I'd ever see her cry at all !" venti tuned out with a laughter to finish it off as he leans on kazuha's shoulder , sipping more alcohol , a different kind than what got you like that and probably much stronger on the alcohol-meters too . "Is she okay ?"

"We don't know too , she just started crying and mumbling about her brother and things . Would then stay still like what you saw earlier , almost fell asleep too ."

you were a lightweight . the kind that allows alcohol right through their veins within three above-average sips yet still had guts of steel to chug in more than three above-average full-filled cups .

there wasn't anymore said and replied but a nod as scaramouche was already prancing out with wobbling you , still wiping at your tears . most have already gone back to your lips along with couple of snots and scaramouche just wiped them off with a disgusted look and a handkerchief which you were now using to rid of other more fluids coming out .

"You aren't even 20 yet and there you were , drinking . Are you stupid ?" scaramouche comments as he gets his keys , his words were harsh but kazuha found that normal , as he gently laid out hands on your head and wrist when you were heading to sit with him in the backseat . all the more ready to lay your head in his lap momentarily and nap . still sniffing . scaramouche immediately yanks you back to him though when you were just about to fall in the car , to be caught by kazuha . "You're sitting on the front . Don't bother Kazuha ."

"But I wanna lay down ." you said that between light attempts of pushing back dripping snot , trying to escape your nostrils . scaramouche glares at you and proceeded to ignore you as he gently guided you to where he wants you to be . surprisingly , you just stirred a last ; also not minded by him ; look of pity before you did as told .

"The house suddenly feels so lonely , Scaramoochie ." kazuha barely contained his snort at the nickname . you three were already on way to where you live , which scaramouche knows all too well that he didn't even need no gps / navi . "Nii-chan doesn't come home every night anymore . We don't get to watch movies anymore . I'm always alone at home . I don't wanna go home . Drop me off here ." you had your head leaned against the car's window and your arms bent at your covered legs , much to scaramouche's relief . you reeked of beer , good thing kazuha was used to it , having an aunt with such great drinking habits .

"We're stuck in traffic , in front of motels , Y/n . Shut it ."

you sniff, kazuha presumes you've started crying once again . "It's cold . I'm so lonely . He's so busy . Uni isn't 24/7 and my shifts at the cafe is so , once in a blue moon . I don't wanna go home , Scarabooobs . Even the alcohol didn't help me forget shit . Just had me crying even more . I should be happy for him ." your sentences were so random yet it pieces up a certain context for kazuha . scaramouche just scoffing at you as he turns the curb . "Your brother is finally getting married and this is how you act . How stupid ." you nod , tears pooling even more despite your barely-even-there disagreement .

"He's finally living his life and here I am . Stop reminding me , I hate you, Scaracootie." he rolls his eyes again with a small grin at face this time . kazuha was so near voicing out why he still hasn't tried choking you to death with all the weird twisting of his name . "Just start living your life too . Your world should start a stop with this idiotic revolving around your brother and only him , seriously ."

"You say that as if you don't know how he's the only one I've ever had around ." kazuha finds you more pitiful than idiotic . having no parents during the stages of growing . he's never actually known that you thought that way until this day . alcohol may really be a strong truth serum . he kept his eyes closed and leaned against the seat to fake being asleep , not as though him hearing any of these is weird since you have been friends with him for a while and had your own synopsis of your life with what little details you let slip during sharing of your stories and such .

"Find another to take his place of improtance then ."

"Like , replace him ? My perfect brother ?" you retort all too quickly and he shrugs , "Figure it out ." you blink aside again . "I already have someone as important as Big bro around . But he sucks actual tamarind and bitter gourmet all days he lived and lives . Big bro would be offended if I were to replace his place in my heart with said someone ."

"You know . . . what I . . . mean . . . ?"

the obnoxious amounts of periods actually is proof of how long the distance your words in that sentence made with all the yawning and drowsiness you kept on signaling . right after saying that , you were already fast asleep , snoring smallish even . as much as kazuha found that totally too clichè of a thing to actually happen along his line of sight from almost fully-closed eyes , it happened anyway .

hm , yawning and sleepiness may really be contagious , the moment you went to sleep with such notions and motions , kazuha whom has been keeping his eyes close since earlier felt a sensation akin to that of pulling , his senses dulling but before he could resign off of consciousness , he hears scaramouche say first , with a voice low and a grin a bit snarky , a reply to your dozing message ,

"I don't , stupid ."

kazuha awoke to the sound of you mumbling things as scara seem to have already parked near your home and is now casting vibrations on your shoulder to get you awake . you simply groan and try to be one with the car door and scaramouche exasperated out a sigh and walked out his side of the car door and walked out to circle round and get to you , opening up the door and pulling you out . "Wake up or you're sleeping in the car ."

you hated the smell of cars . kazuha watched as you seemingly sobered a bit to stand up and walk wobbly beside him . mouthing more of your slurred out jokes of his name and his bitter interior . a bit of seldom sobbing commercials are your constant complains of your brother's marriage . all falling on deaf ears as scaramouche just guides you to your home .

you both disappear of the staircase of that apartment complex and kazuha patiently waits in tha car . the fact that he saw you crying being under the influence of alcohol wasn't what amused him most . it was the other side of the amusement coin that scaramouche dealt with it all .

when said pal came back from your home and was grumbling about how much trouble you drunkenly caused , kazuha asked with not much in mind but the will to confirm his assumptions . "Do you like Y/n ?" if scaramouche were to answer properly then he'd probably understand why he was all mad the time he skipped from last name basis phase and went ahead to calling you by your first name .

but said man only ever contradicts his earlier actions by mouthing such unreasonable sentence , "As if , I hate her guts ."

right , tell yourself that . kazuha somehow snaps back , snapping only being said by him in his mind but he'd rather not exert that much effort anymore , he just slept the whole drive home .

things didn't change at all ever since , maybe the fact that you and kazuha somehow got closer after that incident was one of the very few changes . regarding you and scaramouche's relationship though , you two stayed stagnant along the waters . still somehow not moving at all , not forward or backwards , just frozen stiff along such unsure lines , as if you two feared the ripples , as if they weren't bound to come due some time .

"What the fuck , Kazuha !! Focus !!" childe almost scream into his mic and into kazuha's ears , and that somehow got kazuha back from his reminiscing . he knew from the tone that childe was in no way mad , the one reason why he ever so casually just throw at him , a "Oh , right , yeah ."

"YOU DROPPPpPED iTTTT !!" referring to the gun , childe screech in a means kazuha has yet to figure out . he tries to find peace in this chaotic set up , "Can you , like zip it for a minute—" only to admit defeat with a stubborn , irritatingly loud , "AAAAAAAA KAZUHA WE GON' DIE !!!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP CHILDE ! YOU'RE STILL GONNA HAVE TO PAY FOR THAT ." scaramouche shouts , kazuha falls into a case of laughter as soon as childe erupts one . finally having a kind of realization to why childe was being even more annoying than usual . kazuha though , felt a bit bad for laughing when their friend was fuming at the other line at how they were losing their winning streak . he didn't particularly care , as much as victory prove to be sweet , losing isn't in any means that bitter for him .

it wasn't every night that they have a game night , its actually a very rare occurrence . it's most of the time just him and childe , some friends of childe , or maybe some friend of his . scaramouche rarely joins in . it's quite nice to hear his knife-birthed words from time to time , as weird as that sounds . today was one of those days where you somehow get into a fight with scaramouche . that's also a rare occurrence .

the two didn't know what the reason for the fighting was but they knew it happened even if they didn't see it , since scaramouche just suddenly hits them up with a dorks , lets play tonight . childe assumes and murmurs that it must have something to do with whatever occurred yesterday when you two walked by the riverside .

though none of two would really pry .

that went on for a while , them shouting at each other over the mic as they play , in an attempt to drift the night away , kazuha sounding the most sane out of them three , the other sounds high while one sounds like all his capability to stay calm have gone down the drain of impossibility-s .

it all came to a pause when scaramouche's phone rang and he answered . it also wasn't that usual for scaramouche to answer a call during a game , so they bet they knew who called . it was silence before the beeping faded and a voice came along hoarse and obviously tired , a man's too .

"Hey , uh , Scaramouche . Yeah it's , hm , us again ."

maybe this repeat can lead to a different end .

SCARA-LiNE ! / WORK NAVi ! next chap : YOU & XIAO !

#scaramouchexfem!reader #genshin scaramouche #scaramouchexreader #scaramouche #x fem!reader #x female reader #genshin x reader #kazuha #childe #venti #xiao #polarmystique!scaraseries!

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keijisprettygirl · 3 years

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you perch yourself onto a pastel yellow beach towel, not quite sure if it was yours or Yachi’s since the both of you brought identical towels today.

it was high noon, and the sun beat down on you with intense ferocity that caused sweat to trickle down your neck and back as a few strands of baby hair clung to your forehead. you felt like you were showering in your own sweat.

you were not vibing at all.

even the big old palm tree hovering above you didn’t do much to shelter you from the heat of the sun. the cold drink stowed in your left hand wasn’t enough for the heat to be bearable either.

the sidewalk was hot enough to fry an egg for crying out loud. exactly who’s idea was it to come here?

“who’s idea was it to come here? its so fucking hot!” Rintarou whined the words you thought of, as if reading your mind.

your blonde best friend clicks her tongue from where she stood, turning herself around to face the man with an irritated expression, adjusting the Calloway cream hat that sat on top her head to block the stunning rays of the sun from her eyes.

“well i didn’t think it was gonna be this hot today.. but who cares right? i mean, we haven’t hung out in sooo long! so let’s just deal with it!!”

“whatever dumbass”

“you know what Rin, you’re massive dick”

“huh?”

“you’ve done nothing but complain this entire time we’ve been out and I’m—“

“yeah, I don't care— how is your pool malfunctioning itself when we need it the most? explain yourself woman”

“i’ve already explained it to you guys! have you not been listening Rin—”

“you’re too annoying to listen to”

“like you’re one to talk asshole!!”

“will you two please stop bickering for a second? i’m trying to send this text to my dad but i can’t do that with you two acting like children” Aran bellowed in annoyance, his fingers hovering just above the screen of his new Iphone.

the two immediately shut their traps but not long after did they start bickering again. a tad quieter this time.

You chuckled lightly at the three in front of you, bringing up the cold water bottle to your lips for the hundredth time this hour. “i think it was a great idea to come here Toka” you say, smiling up at the girl sweetly.

“you don’t have to lie to the witch, y/n”

“atleast y/n loves me—“

“no one loves your spoiled ass—“

“Shall we leave and go back to my place?” Aran interrupts. you nod enthusiastically at the idea.

the heat was getting worse by the minute and you were sure that you would pass out at any moment. you wonder how Tetsurou is doing right now as you know he’s currently working on planting Mr Ito’s red roses in the grumpy old man’s front yard.

you hope he’s staying hydrated and frequently applying on sunscreen. Kuroo always forgets to take care of himself sometimes but that’s why he has you right? even though you aren’t his girlfriend, you surely act like one.

he doesn’t seem to mind.

Suna waves a hand in the air, not having a single care about the conversation and where the group ends up at, he just wants to get out of here and go to a place somewhere cooler.

Yachi's shoulders deflate a little, seemingly bothered at her friends for wanting to leave so suddenly but an idea crosses her mind.

“hey i have an idea! why don’t we head to the Kuu Cafe first? i heard that place sells the best ice cream on the island and it’s not even that far from here!”

ice cream sounds pretty good right now, you thought and agreed to her idea as well. Aran was the first to stand, telling the three of you to pack up your stuff so you can head to the Cafe. he says the place gets a bit packed on hot days like this so it would be best to head off as soon as possible.

“y/n can you pay for me?” Suna faces you, a very uncharacteristic expression on his face. jutting out his bottom lip as if acting cute would get you to succumb to shouting him food today. “you’re literally rich enough to buy the whole company Rin”

“yeah, but i can’t be bothered paying”

“i hate you sometimes”

when you reached the destination of the small cafe, a pretty hostess around her mid-forties welcomed the four of you at your arrival and as you drink in the aroma of the place you couldn’t help but think that it looked way fancier than it did on the website made it out to be.

the place was very well decorated with it’s interior warm and cheery, with bright lights and colourful walls and it’s ridiculous amount of flower pots.

taking your seats, you were about to scold the two boys for ogling at the hostess but before you could do so, a familiar tall figure at the counter caught your eye.

he had wavy black hair; broad shoulders and a tight white shirt covering his frame. even when his back faced you, it was in the way he stood that appeared familiar to you but obviously you couldn’t tell if you knew the guy or not but even so..

you tilt your head, now in deep thought.

he looks… oddly familiar?

not at all realizing how you look to the others who stared at you with curious eyes, they followed your gaze and wondered who had suddenly caught your attention and just as they did so, the man you had your eyes on turned around and you audibly gasped. a hand flying to your mouth.

“h-hey y/n? isn’t that—“

“Kiyoomi..”

☀︎︎ Ch.25 ☀︎︎

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that-one-weeb-but-starwars · 3 years

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Asks: How about some Wrecker Fluff?

Y/N is on her period. She tries to hide the fact from the boys but Hunter can smell it and Tech knows because of his useless facts. Clones probably aren't taught much about the female anatomy as it's not "important" for a Soldier. Wrecker knows something's wrong and after Y/N explains the issue, he ends up bringing her stuff like chocolate and cuddling to make her feel better. Bonus points if she ends up losing her crap on a whole bunch of baddies. Whether it's Droids, bounty hunter, or something else.

I think this is cute- so Ima do it

Strong Muscles Stronger Gut| Wrecker

"Are you. Um..." Hunter spoke.

The two stood in the hanger, both alone.

"What?" Y/n asked.

"You uh...smell...stronger"

"I what!?"

"I mean! Well! You smell...diffrent." Hunter tried to explain, "You do atleast once a month for a week. Are you okay?"

Y/n rubbed her temples- oh so she had to have this talk.

"Yes. Im fine." Y/n spoke, "its a girl thing."

"A. Girl thing?"

"Yeah." Y/n spoke, "Every girl gets- well most, usually around pre teens."

"Its important then?" Hunter asked, "I uh. Know she won't want to go to me about it. She might. I- I don't know-"

Hunter started to ramble, mixing up his words with uhs and ums. He was talking about Omega.

"Can. Uh. You explain it to me? I know it affects you. I just...wanna be there for her you know?"

Y/n nodded, she had explained periods before to boys- men- young girls that were sobbing in the bathroom confused.

Y/n explained what was happening to her body, and what essentially Omega would go through. She told him- everything- spilled all the beans. Y/n had offered to show how much periods really hurt and he agreed saying "its only fair so I understand"

Y/n held his shoulder, he growing increasingly worried.

"What are they doing?" Wrecker asked as he watched them from a far.

Tech looked up from his work, Y/n holding and apologetic face as she then proceeded to slander his guts, kneeing his stomach as hard as possible.

Hunter doubled over letting out a spew of Mando as he went down.

"Yeah thats about a quarter of the pain. But it depends on each girl." Y/n told him, as he was slolwy getting up.

"Remind me never to call you weak even if we are just messing around." Hunter spoke Y/n holding his shoulder.

"Sorry about that..."

"Oh." Tech spoke understanding what was happening, "Y/n must be busy this week then."

"Busy?" Wrecker asked looking at the two, Y/n now in pain as she held Hunter's shoulder leaning over holding her stomach.

"Right now?! You didnt even do anything?!" Hunter complained.

"E-excatly- fuck! Fuck fuck! Ow..."

"Is she okay?" Wrecker asked Tech.

"It will go away- soon- unless. How many days has it been since mid week?"

"Uh..." Wrecker spoke, "three?"

"Makes sense." Tech spoke, "she has most of her pains three days in."

"Three days in of what?" Wrecker spoke.

"Menstruation." Tech spoke, "hand me the-"

Wrecker handed him a tool, "no not- oh yes this one thank you."

"What's Menstruation?" Wrecker asked.

"When a women, in this case, our lovely brutally honest Medic, Y/n." Tech infromed, "is going through a cycle once of month..."

Tech contuined to ramble- Wrecker. Well Wrecker didnt process one piece of information Tech was saying.

"What?" Wrecker asked.

Tech sighed looking back at Wrecker, "she bleeds and has cramps."

"Why is she bleeding? Did she get hurt?"

"Wrecker-"

"Is she okay-"

"Yes-"

"Then why is she-"

"Wrecker!" Tech stopped him, "her monthly bleeding means she's healthy, shes fine. Sure she is emmense discomfort and I certainly hate to see our sister like such, but thats what makes her strong- well also the fact that she can- at any momment be with child, carry the damn thing for almost a year give birth and take a squadron of droids down with just one blaster."

Tech looked back at Wrecker who still looked confused out his mind as Tech sighed, "You know somethings wrong?"

"Yeah." Wrecker answered.

"Go ask her."

"Good idea!"

Wrecker made his way over to Y/n and Hunter the pain Y/n was mild now, she could deal with it.

"Wrecker." They both greeted.

"H-hi."

Y/n looked at him worriedly, "something on your mind?"

"Can. I talk to you?" Wrecker asked, "alone?"

Y/n looked at Hunter, "I'll leave you to it." Hunter responded and left.

Y/n looked up at Wrecker worried, "Wrecker? Hun? What's wrong you look worried?"

"Tech says you're bleeding." Wrecker tried to explain.

"I'm bleeding?" Y/n asked- oh- oh here we go again.

"Y-yeah.." Wrecker spoke rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, "and I. Don't really ever understand what comes out of Tech's mouth....unfortunately...and I saw you in pain for the last three days. I just- are you okay?"

Y/n smiled at Wrecker, "Im fine."

"Oh. Oh good." He spoke, not seeming fully satisfied with what she had said, "but uh. Why are you bleeding? Can I stop- We stop you from bleeding?"

"Please I wish you could." Y/n spoke with a light chuckle, "No Wrecker, see women once a month go through a cycle, it unfortunately makes you bleed like you're birthing hell out of your guts but is one of the ways we stay healthy."

"Oh." Wrecker spoke, "so. You bleed to stay healthy? When I bleed Tech's always poking me with needles."

"Well... yes and no. The cycle once a month helps get rid of an egg- well its called an egg, but Im not a chicken alright?" Y/n explained.

Wrecker sat and listened intently to her, something that wasn't really common when learning about what would be considered a random thing to him.

Y/n was pretty impressed by him to say the least. She had never seen him so focused, and it was honestly kind of cute.

"But boys or men don't have it." Y/n told him.

"That doesnt seem fair! Why do you have to suffer?" Wrecker argued as Y/n shrugged with a laugh.

"You tell me." She smiled.

It went silent as he thought intently, "well nothing can make you feel better? While your on your period?"

"Well because of War I've been so busy with fighting That I've only used heat packs and compresses. Usually I just have to fight through it." Y/n spoke, "but I've heard of alot of women saying like affection makes them feel better."

Wrecker hummed in thought, "Hey! Wrecker! Y/n!" Omega called.

The two turning there heads seeing the girl across the hanger with the others.

"We're going to a Cantina for dinner! Come on!"

"Come on Wrecker." Y/n spoke.

They met up with the rest of the group, walking to the Cantina with as usual happy Omega. They sat down for dinner as usual. Talking back and forth with smiles. Wrecker would frown though everytime Y/n winced, closing her eyes taking deep breaths. She was obviously in pain.

"Can I leave earlier?" Wrecker asked.

"Uh, sure?" Hunter asked as Wrecker got up.

"Can I come?!" Omega asked.

"Oh. Uh..." Wrecker spoke, "not this time...sorry Omega."

"Oh." Omega frowned, "Okay then! I'll see you later!"

Wrecker left the group who was relaxing.

"Odd." Tech spoke, "Wrecker always likes to take Omega."

"Maybe he's found a girl." Y/n recommend leaning back and drinking her water.

"I doubt that." Echo spoke, "thats not him"

"Maybe he just wants to go back and sleep?"

"Now that sounds like Wrecker." Hunter admitted.

Y/n shrugged, the group talking casually. Until some bounty hunters came up to them.

"Well hello Doll."

Y/n only contained her arguement about physics with tech.

"Whats a princess like you doing hanging around a few clones?" The man spoke with a purr.

"Call me princess again and you'll have no cock."

The men laughed as the batchers kept quiet, it was bad to mess with her in one of her moods.

"Oh come on Princess. Whats a small fry like you gonna do?"

Y/n quickly grabbed her pistol from her tigh, aiming it at the guys head.

"I warned you didn't I?"

"W-woah now put the-"

She aimed the gun down shooting the man right in the Kenobis.

"FUCK! SHE SHOT ME IN THE DICK!"

"I fucking warned you!" Y/n argued.

"What the hell!" His friends shouted.

Y/n lifted the gun up, "It may just be on electric shock but I will turn it to live ammo!"

"You bitch!"

Y/n growled as they came at her, Y/n grabbing a bottle on the table smashing it against of there heads as they fell to the floor. The third ramming Y/n into the table as he pulled out a knife, Y/n reaching back grabbing a fork and stabbing the man in the shoulder.

He cried out in pain as he fell to the floor.

The group left the cantina after paying, no bystander daring to make a comment. The group returning to the Havoc Maurder.

"Wrecker! Wrecker! You should of been there!" Omega cheered rushing inside to find the large batcher.

Y/n rubbed her stomach in pain, "still bad?' Echo asked.

"Just a bit yeah..." she groaned.

"I can see if we have any heat patches" Echo spoke as Y/n nodded in thanks, the group walking in.

Omega came back out, "Y/n Wrecker wants you in the bunks."

Y/n nodded, Echo handing her a heat patch.

"Thanks."

Opening it with her teeth she walked towards Wrecker and her's shared bunk.

"Yeah Wrecker? Omega said-" She stood seeing Lula on her bed and a large paper bag.

"Hey!" He cheered holding lots of blankets in his hands and in his blacks.

"Hi." She spoke, "whats up?"

"Oh well I heard about the fight." Wrecker spoke, "and uh. I know you've been in pain for a few days so this is to make you feel better!"

Y/n cocked an eyebrow up still confused, Wrecker wrapping her in one of the blankets as she held it so it stayed in place.

"What in the bag?"

"Well me and Omega always go get sweets and it makes us feel good so..."

Y/n walked over seeing the mass amount of choclate bars,

"I bought a few." Wrecker spoke.

A few? More like a whole isle.

"And thought made you'd want a hug." Wrecker recommend, climbing into the bottom bunk, it was often they shared a bunk.

"Oh." Y/n spoke, "uh. Are you sure? I don't wanna...you know bleed on you by accident."

"You've bleed on me on the battle feild how is this any different?" Wrecker spoke with a smile.

Y/n chuckled, only Wrecker.

Wrecker had wrapped a blanket around him waiting with open arms to Y/n. Y/n smiled making her way into his arms, her blanket wrapped around her and his, Wrecker pulling another blanket over them. She smiled head in Wrecker's chest. He rubbed the middle of her back as she hummed in pleasure, her head barried into his warmth.

"Your like a heater..." she spoke muffled as he chuckled, rubbing up and down her spine.

"Do I ever tell you how much I love you?" Y/n purred, "especially your back rubs..."

He kissed her head as she smiled.

"Thank you Wrecker." Y/n told him.

"Anything for you, after all. Your always making sure we're all okay."

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DEAR STRANGER ─✎ 김.선우

» Kim sunwoo x Fem!Reader

» Words: 4.0k

» Genre: Angst, Penpal au, fluff if you squint

» Warnings: Major character death, reader has an illness (anemic and liver cancer)

» Summary: When sunwoo falls in love with a girl he met through pen pal letters, but he wished he could've told her sooner how much she meant the world to him.

» A/n: this idea has been stuck with me for over a year now and i finally decided to write it. I was actually supposed to post this like a long time ago but i never got to finish it😭💔 so here it is. i have also thought about just scrapping this but it would be a waste to just throw this away. Also another reason to procrastinate on my collab drafts KNSJSKSJJD. Actually, I was thinking about making this as an "i want to eat your pancreas" inspired fic, but it did inspire some scenes.

Hey there stranger,

Thanks for agreeing to be my pen pal. It's rare to see people do pen pals these days but I'm glad you accepted. Anyways, I'll stop babbling and let's start getting to know each other. Starting with simple questions, what's your favorite food? Mine is {favorite food} well, nowadays I can't really eat much of it because of a diet I have to follow but it's all good!....

Sunwoo smiles at the letter, sent by a girl, around his age. Those are the only info he knows as that's the rule in the website, so that you could have things to write about and chances to know each other personally.

As he's down to the last line, he immediately sat down on his desk to write his response.

Few hours later he finished, it really shouldn't have took that look but he had to double check— and even rewrite some parts. He placed your letter beside his and compared his plain and boring letter to your beautifully decorated one. He sighed, deciding to keep it as simple as possible.

"Sunwoo, we are gonna be late," a voice from the door. It was eric, his best friend, picking him up for his soccer practice.

"Is that from your pen pal?" He spots the letter beside sunwoo's and differentiates the two.

"Is it too simple? Should I add stickers or something," Sunwoo asks the boy beside him.

"Keep it simple, it has your personality." He smirks before walking away to exit his room. "Now let's go, I'm already late for baseball."

Sunwoo packs his things and heads out the door, taking the letter with him to drop off by the post office on the way.

You woke up immediately stretching your back, "this has got to be the most uncomfortable bed I have ever laid in," you said to yourself, looking out the window, the sun is out and the sky is clear. You got switched to a different room a day before due to some leaking in the old one and this had its perks, like the beautiful hospital garden view.

The outside looked beautiful and colorful compared to your dull, white, hospital room. You sighed and continued to lay in bed, what else is there to do when you are bedridden. You laid peacefully with your eyes closed, dreaming about the things you wanted to do when you get discharged. It wasn't like you were in here all your life but it does feel like it.

Then a knock came, it was the nurse bringing you breakfast and medicine. "Good Morning Y/n," She greeted, bringing your table in front of you.

"Good Morning."

The familiar meal set displayed in front of you as your face slowly darkened. You were sick of it, not that it tasted bad, you had it almost everyday for breakfast since you got here.

"Your parents dropped this off for you." She handed you a bag full of goodies to atleast make your stay a little less gloomy. In it had another plushy, more papers and stickers, and a letter. It must be from your pen pal.

The nurse shortly left after she checked your vitals and IV. You opened the letter and it was adorned by a messy yet cute handwriting.

The smile on your face didn't leave down to the last word. `He seemed cute', you thought, hoping that whoever sent you this wasn't a creepy middle aged lonely man who finds comfort in sending young girls letters.

After clearing out breakfast, you used the vacant table to write him a letter, this time, it contained info like your name and age. A question portioned that asks him for his name, age, and other information that you'll need to know he wasn't some creepy old man.

You finished decorating your letter and placed it on the table beside you.

Now to wait another week...

"Regionals is around the corner, are you excited?" Eric said, swinging his baseball bat by his side.

Sunwoo and Eric were walking home from practice and the only thing in the older boy's mind is that your letter arrives today.

Every week or so each letter gets sent out to the receiver, that depends on the distance between each person. Since your and sunwoo's letters arrive a week from each other, that indicated that you lived in the same country as him.

"Sunwoo, are you listening?"

The boy snapped out of his trance, looking at his best friend.

"Mm? Yeah, sure," he answered. Nearing the post office to obtain your letter.

"Are we gonna come here every week?"

"Yep," Sunwoo beamed as Eric groaned, slumping his shoulders as he followed the elder in front of him.

Little did Eric know, sunwoo was smiling, his face showed excitement. It would be embarrassing for Sunwoo if he knew.

"Y/n" 6 letters later, you two got confirmation that both of you are real people. Your name rolled off his tongue so naturally. His body flat on his bed, staring at the ceiling above him.

He thought back to the pictures of you when he went through your instagram, after obtaining each other's socials. He couldn't get his mind off of you, it was like he saw the most beautiful girl ever.

Then a mental slap from the only sane braincell he had. Reminding him that you were just a girl he met through letters, has he gone crazy?

He slapped himself— physically, before tucking himself to bed.

Right after sunwoo's big soccer game, as soon as he came home he wrote to you. He wrote about his day and how he won his regional games, and even took a polaroid of his trophy and medal. He was so happy and excited for you to find out.

After he finished the letter, he stuck a stamp and ran to the post office to mail it.

A week later, he went to the post office awaiting your letter.

Nothing.

Confused, since you would always send him letters a week after.

The next week, and still nothing.

A few weeks later he finally heard from you. He opened the letter as soon as he arrived in his room. The usual greetings and response. What shocked him in the end was an address to your house.

Then a note beside it.

If it's alright with you, I want us to meet up.

A knock on the door.

Sunwoo was nervous, it took hours for him to find the perfect outfit to wear. Embarrassing, but he couldn't help it.

The door slowly opened revealing a man. He was in his business attire, either he just came home from work or just about to leave.

"Hello sir, i'm looking for l/n y/n," he tenses, watching as the man eyes him up and down.

"Who are you and what's your business with my daughter," he looks at him with narrow eyes, puffing his chest out as a sign of dominance.

"Kim sunwoo, She invited me to meet up," he stutters, intimidated by the looks of your father.

"Honey who was that— oh, you must be sunwoo," a woman appears from behind, pulling aside her husband, "Don't scare the boy," she slaps his shoulder.

"Hello ma'am," he greets again. The woman smiles, her eyes turn into crescent moon shapes and wrinkles form on the corners.

"You look very handsome, come in, we can have some tea before we head to see y/n." Confusion sets in but he just follows the woman inside.

"This is the first time y/n ever brings a boy home— well, invites home," she brings a set of tea cups with the hot liquid inside. The house looks neat and very well kept. By the looks of it, you come from a wealthy family. Sunwoo hesitates to sit on the leather couch before your mother gestures for him to sit.

"We'll leave in a bit after y/n's father finishes his work, but why don't you tell me a bit about yourself," sunwoo awkwardly sits there as your mother looks at him with curiousity, everything will be worth it though as he will finally be meeting you.

He got to ride with your parents, knowing nothing about your whereabouts. Nervousness sets in once again as thoughts circle his mind. He thinks about the overall possibilities and outcomes once he comes face to face with you.

Will you like him? What if he doesn't meet up to your expectations?

But, unbeknownst to him, you were equally nervous.

"Be honest, do I look ok?" You turn to the nurse.

She looks at you with an adoring smile, "He will love it," you grin at her response.

Turning again to look at the mirror, you observe the dress that accentuates your curves, the color complimenting your skin. Your hair is styled, which rarely it would be.

Shortly after, you get a text. It was your mother informing you that they were on their way. Excitement runs through your veins, and just in the nurse has your iv fluids set.

Sunwoo's stomach dropped.

'The hospital?' he thought, heart beating at an irregular pace.

Your parents lead him to the hospital garden where the patients and their visitors hang out and get fresh air.

Your parents greet you first, engulfing you in a hug and as you turn around, you spot him standing a few feet away.

You give him a smile.

Sunwoo blushes, he gives you a small wave and a 'hey'.

"Ok we'll leave you two alone, we'll come back in a bit, yeah?" You bid your parents goodbye, leaving the two of you alone in silence.

"I'm really sorry we had to meet like this," you said, swinging your feet off the ground from the swings. You led him to a quieter part of the garden where few people come by.

"It's alright, just a heads up would've been nice," he chuckles.

"I mean, I just wanted us to meet since, you know," you gesture to the IV stand that you had been painfully dragging.

Sunwoo's heart clenches, he never would've thought that you have been going through something like this.

"Well not that I am dying," you laughed, trying not to make the tension between you grow.

"Anyways enough about me, how's soccer?" Sunwoo then talked about his days during soccer and how he's about to compete in a national competition and it could help him get scouted for college scholarships. It made you want to melt, you can tell he loves what he does and you can feel his burning passion.

But, you continued to sit in silence, trying not to have the conversation turn to you. You tried to drag it more, also trying to talk about soccer with the lack of knowledge of the sport. Making him mention his friend Eric, talking about school and all sorts of stuff.

And just like that it was getting dark, the light orange sunlight shining across the sky.

"Ah, it's almost dark," you said, abruptly standing up from the swing, though you regretted it when you suddenly felt dizzy, close to falling back when sunwoo was conveniently behind you to catch you.

"Be careful." His calloused hands pressing against your arms. Butterflies in your stomach.

"I'll call my parents."

"It's alright, I'll just call mine, I don't live too far from here." He says, keeping you company until you reach your room.

It was fun until it lasted. He bid you goodbye and went home.

You both agreed that it would be easier to have you communicate by phone but you would still surprise him with letters from time to time.

⚽: I just got your letter

⚽: The photos are really pretty

💌: thank you! I am glad you liked them :)

⚽: you know you could've just sent them here

💌: but i like sending you letters >:(

⚽: lol ok fine

💌: hehe >:)

Sunwoo smiles through his phone, he felt giddy. Eric notices his best friend, smiling ear to ear, genuinely concerned.

"Bro.... I am right here," he says, furrowing his brows and pouting at the boy. He groans in his spot, laying down on the floor beside sunwoo.

"You know if you were just gonna text y/n all day then why bother inviting me," he mutters, sunwoo still silently typing away.

The boy sits up and starts poking sunwoo's side, making the boy drop his phone. Eric grabs the phone from the floor and starts scrolling through the chat.

"Eric give me my phone back!" He yells as the younger runs around the house to avoid him.

Even making their way outside, sunwoo chases Eric around the yard before inevitably tackling him to the ground.

"Oops I sent it." Sunwoo's mouth opens wide. Reading the text Eric just sent.

⚽: Do you think we could go out some time?

"Oh my god eric...." He grins menacingly.

Sunwoo was ready to tackle him once again when his phone vibrated.

💌: Sure, how does this weekend sound?

⚽: that's alright with me!Your cheeks heats up like crazy, you couldn't help but let out a tiny squeal.

Few weeks after you and Sunwoo met for the first time, you finally got out of the hospital and this'll be your first ever date.

You are finally living like a normal teenage girl.

The date starts off normal, meeting up at a nice cafe near sunwoo's school, ordering some treats and drinks, and starting off with small talks.

"First time we met, you just kept letting me talk about myself, let's talk about now." His eyes became attentive, waiting for you to talk.You tense up not knowing what to say, locking your eyes with his dark brown ones.

You couldn't help but admire his boba eyes, long lashes and his luscious lips. Has he always looked this attractive? His permed dark hair, bangs reaching his eyes, and his cute habit of running his pointer finger to move the tips of his hair away from his sight.You snap out of your daze when sunwoo tilts his head.

"Right, uhm, well I'm actually homeschooled, bummer I know but there's nothing I can do when I can literally drop on the floor anytime," you joke, sunwoo shoots you a concerned look.

You panic when he starts to worry, "It'll only happen when I'm tired, I am extremely anemic," you say, sunwoo nods, taking note of what you said.

"I have liver cancer, I was malnourished as a baby, low blood sugar, low iron, and I was constantly sick," sunwoo watches as you avoid looking at his eyes, doing everything other than to look up at him, "I've missed so much of my childhood and teenage life, I just want to be normal. You know like, have fun, do stupid stuff, enjoy high school, dance at a prom, and if I'm lucky enough, I want to go to actual college."

You continued to rant, sunwoo still listening to every word. He wished he could magically rewind time, make your illness disappear and let you just enjoy your life, and he would want to be there to enjoy it with you.

"But please don't pity me, I have had my happy moments and I am content with that," you smiled.

Your smile was the brightest, sunwoo adored it. You were content, not wanting to be burdened with any regrets.

Life is like that, you don't know what it has in store for you. So just enjoy it, enjoy every last bit of it, remove the bad memories and only remember the good ones, for those are the ones that will keep you going.

"Oh hey sunwoo ,what are you doing here?"

"Just come with me," he drags you to his car, opening the passenger seat to let you in.

He drives off somewhere, taking you to a surprise he has prepared. You remembered how excited he was when he got his license for the first time, he wanted to take you on late night drives and road trips but you told him to slow down, trying to keep him from getting his brand new license revoked.

He parks the car at the foot of a hillside, blindfolding you as soon as you get out.

"Watch out." He says as you trip over a small rock.

"Sunwoo I can't see," you step, one foot after the other, carefully trying not to trip on anything.

"Ok, take the blind fold off," he stands in front of you, a blanket and other stuff laid out on the grass. It looked like it came out of a cliché romance movie. It's a romantic gesture nonetheless.

"When did you have time to do this?"

"I had a little help from Eric, getting stuff up here," he grins, sitting crossed legged on the blanket, patting down the spot beside him.

The moon shined bright, the stars speckled on the black sky. The beautiful fresh air hitting your skin, you breathe in to take the cool air into your lungs.

"This is beautiful sunwoo." You turned to him, his eyes staring right into yours, the moonlight casting down onto you, highlighting your features very well.

He tucks a stray hair strand behind your ear, moving his hand down to your cheek. You melt into his warm touch.

Sunwoo then grabs a speaker and starts playing a song. The slow melody surrounding you two, sunwoo standing up with his hands reaching out in front of you.

"May I have this dance with you?"

"Of course." you take his hands in yours, pulling you to stand on your feet. "Except I don't know how to dance." You said in a shy tone, sunwoo chuckled.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you." He begins by guiding your hands on where you should place it.

Your hands on his shoulders while his was around your waist. "Then just follow my lead." Your head looks down to watch his feet, following and matching his moves. You picked it up quickly, making you giggle.

Sunwoo finds your chin in between his pointer and thumb, making you look up at him. Now the moon was shining onto both of you, acting as a spotlight.

The light lets you look at him clearly. Studying every bit of his face. You didn't notice how close he was getting to your face, just a few inches apart, enough for your nose to brush together.

"Can I kiss you?"

You nod, shutting your eyes waiting for him to come closer. And you felt it, his lips pressing against yours, as he started to move, so did you, wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. It was heart fluttering, your first dance and your first kiss all in one night. It was ethereal, it felt like a dream having to feel this moment.

You pulled away, lips feeling numb. Foreheads pressed together, laughing together. You two were absolutely lovesick.

You wanted this to last forever.

And of course, the universe won't always let things last.

⚽: Nationals time

⚽: Wish me luck<3

Sunwoo sends the text, waiting for the indicator that tells him if you have read the text. You must be asleep, he says to himself, turning off his phone and keeping it inside his locker.

Running out to the field as he gets ready for the game. While being clueless about your situation.

Sunwoo wins his game. You knew that, you knew he could do it. While Sunwoo happily jumps and shouts with his team after winning, holding the trophy for their victory, he can't forget about you. He dedicates this win to you, as he promised himself that he'll confess and ask you to be his girlfriend, you were really his biggest prize.

⚽: Y/N LOOK

⚽: *inserts photo*

⚽: WE WON

⚽: It's ok, you might be asleep

⚽: I'm coming over, yeah?

⚽: We could celebrate together

He arrives at your place, flowers in one hand, sporting a wide grin. But his excited smile slowly disappears when he sees your parents to be the one who answered the door, a gloomy look on their faces.

Your mother just hugged him, sobbing into his shoulder, dropping the flowers onto the concrete. His heart sinks.

What happened?

"I am so sorry sunwoo."

No, he didn't want to hear it.

This is not true, it has to be a joke, he must be dreaming. He wants this to end, he wants to wake up. He wants to see you, he wants to be with you. He still has so much he wanted to do with you, he planned so many things, he wanted to go to college with you, he wants to start a family with you, he wants to spend the rest of his life with you—

"She's gone."

But it's true.

Sunwoo stood there, somehow he felt numb, he didn't feel like crying. No tears were threatening to spill, he didn't feel…..sad, instead he was left with an empty feeling.

He went home that night, a tight feeling in his chest. But as soon as his head lay on his pillow, tears started to prick his eyes. He starts to sob with an empty feeling. No emotions at all, mind still processing what had happened.

You had surgery during his game. A liver transplant that gave you hope of having a future.

And while he was winning his battles, you were starting to lose yours.

Months later.

Sunwoo is healing, well, sort of. He got into his dream college, a varsity in soccer.

A girlfriend?

No, he isn't ready to let go yet.

One day, he unexpectedly gets a letter. It was stuffed inside the package his mom sent to him.

It was from...you?

It was strange— still, Sunwoo opened the letter.

Hey!

If you received this letter, then… you know what happened. I am sorry for not telling you. I know today is your big game so I didn't want to make you worried that you'll end up doing bad and end up not winning, which I know you did win because you are you. So I'm just gonna write you a letter.

I appreciated everything you have done for me, I loved every single one of it. I especially remember the time on that hill, the place where I had my first dance and first kiss. You remembered everything I said I wanted to do and you ended up making it a dream come true. So thank you, for fulfilling my wishes.

And I am probably a coward for doing this but, I like you kim sunwoo, wait no, I love you. A very strong word but it's true! I love you so so so much, you really made my life even better, I am glad to have met you, I am glad that I sent that letter, and I am glad you accepted it.

I have never been so happy in my life and that's all because of you. I can rest in peace knowing I have no regrets whatsoever.

And don't hold yourself for me yeah? If you do, I will personally come and slap some sense into you. Move on, I'll always be here beside you. But of course don't forget about me

In the past few months, Sunwoo has never cried this hard. Tears were overflowing, his face buried inside the sleeve of his hoodie. He hated it, he hated you for leaving him, he hated you for leaving so soon, for leaving without saying goodbye.

He didn't want to say goodbye. He didn't want to let go, but knowing that if you could, you would be slapping him and telling him to get over it.

In just almost a year he felt like he was gonna have the best time of his life, and he thought he would be sharing it with you. But in the end, the universe refused to give a happy ending.

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joestarwhore · 3 years

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Risotto Nero - A Price to Pay

{Being the only girl in the Bucci Gang has its perks. Your familia loved you, & were fiercely protective- but what’re they supposed to do when another Capo decides to have you to himself? He’s gotta have you.}

{one way or another.}

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“Bucciarati were almost to Napoli, should I head straight for the city or the safe house?”

Fugo’s sharp voice woke you from your nap. You & the team have been traveling for days tracking three stand users who’ve been smuggling contraband out of Passioné’s grasp. So far, the trail has led to Napoli- and to make it worse, no one knows what they look like. But luckily, you had the name of the man in charge of the operation.

“Go to the safe house. They’re not going to move anything in broad daylight, & we haven’t been able to stop for an actual break.” Bruno circled the location on Fugo’s map. “We can spare a few hours.”

You looked to your right to see Mista asleep against the window, drool slowly coming out of his mouth. You would’ve laughed if you had any right to, with the glimpse of yourself you caught in the rear view you were surprised no one woke you up with a camera flash.

You stretched your neck side to side, your movements slowly bringing your body back to life. You could hear Giorno, Abbachio, and Narancia gently start stirring to life as Bruno continued to talk about the location, not being able to keep in their loud ass yawns. Well, honestly, that was only Narancia’s problem.

Bruno swiveled the seat to face the back, his perfect black bob not moving an inch while he does it. “Now that we’re in Napoli, it’s time to be debriefed about our current situation. Would one of you please wake Mista?”

Abbachio wasted no time to slap Mista in the back of the head, causing Mista to lurch forward with a yelp. His hand immediately went to the back of his head as he whipped around towards Abbachio. “What the hell, you dumbass!! What was that for??”

“For debriefing you idiot, pay attention.”

You giggled, resulting in a hearty “Shut up!” from Mista. After Bruno’s scolding, he started to explain the facts.

“The intelligence we received stated that the man controlling the contraband operation is a Capo. His name is Risotto Nero, the leader of La Squandra. He’s been known to defy the Familia before, so it’d make sense that he would be the one running this show.”

Bruno’s face slowly grimmed as he continued, pausing after he spoke. “While he is a traitor to the Familia, he is also one of the most powerful Capo’s in the organization. Not just because of his title, but because of his stand.”

The tension grew substantially.

“What’s his stand, Boss? Does anyone have an idea?” Narancias question rung in the air like a bell.

“No. Because no ones lived to tell about it.”

The chill that ran down your spine was unnerving. No one knows what his stand is?? No one has even the slightest idea?? How can that be?

“Boss, how’re we supposed to find this cazzo when all we have to go on is a name?” you ask, “How’re we supposed to defend ourselves against a stand that no one has ever beat?”

“By keeping your stand close. Giorno’s Golden Wind can sense life, and Narancia can track anything that breathes. Abbachio’s Moody Jazz could very well be our ace in the hole, if we can simply find where he’s been- but that’s hard to do when you’re following a ghost.”

God, that wasn’t reassuring.

Soon, Fugo’s road rage landed you at the safe house, a 3 story cabin in the middle of the woods. Mista’s excitement blossomed as soon as he saw the giant flatscreen through the window, everyone else’s did when they finally got to leave the stuffy ass van.

Abbachio helped you out of the car, letting you hang on to his arm until you’ve cracked all the bones you needed to feel relief. “Thank you Abba, I’ve been needing to do that for a while now!”

Abbachio threw you a smirk. “Yeah yeah don’t get gross on me.” He could throw up any facade he wants- you see right through his badass tough guy wall. You gave him a grin back, & grabbed your duffel bag out from under your seat. You looked back to see that the other boys had already made it inside, Bruno & Giorno already setting up the radio & laptops to start working.

Bruno def wasn’t playing around when he was looking for a place to buy. This was the nicest cabin you had ever seen, pure dark wood walls with marble flooring, a grand staircase with a BEAUTIFUL bay window?? Capo DEFINITELY had perks.

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[3:33 AM]

You bolted awake as thunder and lightning surrounded your bedroom. Your mind frantic as the open curtains revealed howling winds and light flashing through the skies.

You took some deep breaths and calmed yourself down. It’s only a storm, nothing to- why was your door open?

Adrenaline started to churn in your stomach as you swung your legs over your bed. You stepped carefully towards the hallway, peeking down to see that everyone else’s doors were open too. You tip toed down, peering into Bruno & Abbachio’s rooms, seeing them both empty; and upon further inspection, so were Giorno’s and Mista’s. Narancia and Fugo’s following suit.

Where the fuck is everyone, and why are you not with them?

You back tracked down the hall, your legs shaking as you slowly walked down the stairs.

Were you being attacked?

The lightning lit your path down the stairs as you kept your eyes peeled for anything out of place. As you came down to the first platform, the stench of blood overwhelmed your senses, making your eyes grown wide and your hand go over your mouth and nose. This cannot be real, why is blood in the air??

“You know when I first saw you, I thought you were an angel among the saints & sinners of Napoli.”

Your hand gripped the banister as you stood in defense, looking everywhere for the source of the deep voice. Who was that?? Where the fuck is your team??

“& Then I saw Ghiaccio getting in a fight with another Mafioso. I thought it was just one of Bucciaratis boys, but oh was i so close yet so wrong.”

You slowly made your way down stairs, “I guess your a big fan of mine then, quite a shame I can’t see where you are for such occasion.”

A deep chuckle resonated through the estate. “Our life together will be wonderful, I am very sure.”

“The fuck are you-“

Your stomach dropped.

The blood. The gashes. The gore.

All of the boys were hanging by their hands, bloody chains protruding from their wrists and connecting them to the ceiling. Blood oozed from Fugos mouth, while Narancias unconscious form clearly had a broken nose and extreme loss of blood. They all were simply.. hanging by a thread.

“Jesus fucking Christ.. you’re fuc-fucking kidding..”

Invisible hands hold onto your sides as your body freezes in shock, the pressure and heat of them telling you they were quite large. Your heart beater out of your chest as you felt a muscular set of abs press against your back, those hands weaving over your chest to hold down your arms.

“Do you see, Amore? Do you see how powerful I am compared to them?” Your eyes tore away from the bloodied boys, closing them as tightly as you could. “When I saw how powerful you were and how you carried yourself, I knew we were soul mates. I had to have you. I had to have your body, your mind,” His hand rubbed gently against your clothes crotch, shooting heated adrenaline to your core, “& your pretty little cunt just full of my kids.”

Your cheeks turned violently red as you staggered to breathe. “Who..are you..”

Lips pressed against your temple as a deep chuckle vibrated your body. “Darling, I’m the whole reason you’re out here.”

Your heart froze.

“Risotto?? It’s you?!”

Suddenly two black clothed muscular arms appeared around you, one of them tilting your chin back to reveal two black and red eyes staring straight at you. “Surprised, Cara?”

You started to panic, the danger of your situation settling in. Bruno, Giorno, all of the boys, were out of action. There was no help for you, and you couldn’t summon your stand like this. Was this simply the end? Was he just saving you for last for his sick fantasy??

“Please.. what do you even want from me??”

Risotto put your hands behind your back and tied them together. “What I’ve wanted since I saw you; a life. With just you & me.” He placed you on a chair, kneeling before you with his hands tracing you and your skin. Your breath hitched as he ran over certain spots, his eyes growing darker and darker the more you react. You had to do something, you couldn’t let your family be killed over someone’s obsession over you.

“I’m going with you whether I like it or not, right?”

Risotto chuckled a humorless laugh. “A smart one! Oh i like that, I like that. Maybe our kids will get that trait.”

Dread sunk in your stomach. There’s no escape, is there?

“If I go with you, willingly with no struggle- will you allow me to use my stand on them so they atleast don’t die of their injuries?”

Risotto stared at you, looking for any sign of betrayal, but he wasn’t gonna find anything. You knew there wasn’t a way out, and you knew you didn’t stand a chance in hell against him. Atleast if you can save the boys, there wouldn’t be any death.

“Fine. But one slip up, Amore, and I’ll make your condition worse than theirs.”

Risotto unbinded your arms, helping you stand up and get your balance again. You walked towards the boys until you were a few meters away from them. You could sense their shallow breathing from your powers, you knew if you were gonna do this you had to act fast.

“Iron Maiden.”

A steam punk victorian girl emerged behind you, wielding a glowing white scythe, its jet black hair flowing behind her.

“Scythes Blessing.”

Iron Maiden hovered to the front of you, your scythe glowing bright white as it swung a mass of energy towards them all. Their wounds mended together, the blood returning to their bodies. After the act was done, the boys passed out on the floor, surely to wake up in a few hours.

“Now, we start our life, my sweet angel.”

Tears silently went down your cheeks as you turned to the beautiful, evil man. His eyes showed a softness towards you as he extended his giant hand. Your dainty one took his, holding it as he led you to the door.

“Where are you taking me?”

Risotto swung open the huge doors to reveal the storm still actively raging, his matte black sports car in the circle drive. “Home, cara. Our home.”

You hurried to get in his front seat, Risotto closing your door and going to the drivers door. He got in, revving the car to life and pulled the car out of the drive way. Risotto placed his hand on your thigh as he took you away from the estate. Your heart hurt for your boys, but this was for the best, right? Atleast this way they’re safe. They’re safe.

“Say your goodbyes Cara. Your life starts over with me.”

“Only me.”

#jojos bizzare adventure yandere #n/s/f/w jjba #vento aureo #yandere jjba #yandere risotto #la squadra #risotto headcanons #risotto nero

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 3 years

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Hi!! Can you do a one shot of kyojuro ending up in our world and meets reader and they become friends and fall in love?

Of course! Thanks for requesting!!! I had a lot of ideas for this one! Thank you!!!!

Not exactly from around here

Kyojuro smiled as a scroll of parchment was dropped in his hand. Untying and unrolling the paper he looked at the newest target. Looking at the papers he seen a map on the second.

Confused he walked into town, looking around he spotted a shop owner setting up his sweets stand.

"Hello! Hi!" Rengoku called with a smile.

The middle age man smiled turning away from the Hawthorn he was skewing.

"Hey there! The sugars still heating up! But Can I interest you in my special sweet buns! There not typical!"

Rengoku smiled, "I was wondering if you could help me find this place."

The man looked over the stand looking at the map, "hmm...thats the old abonded train station, the tracks are covered in water." The man infromed, "If you want to go there, go down the back alley just down the street, you'll hit a dead end all the way down and take the stairs down, you'll see a fruit stand and turn left going down some more stairs."

"Thank you." Rengoku spoke putting the papers away, then looking at the stand, "how long is that sugar going to take?"

"Hmm? Not to longer more." The man spoke.

"Can I buy..."

Twenty mintues later Rengoku was walking down the second set of stairs with a bag of sweets in his hand and a stick of tanghulu-ed hawthorne in his hand, but before he could enjoy his sweet he past by a child playing by himself- so he was happy to share the Tanghulu with the small boy.

By the time he had made it to the run down station the sun was setting, the water filled the tracks like he was informed and the sitting area once well done was now over run with folliage, vines creating a curtain.

Walking down the colostone path he made it to a small ticket booth, swipping the vines away he seen no one in the ticket booth. Walking away from the ticket booth to look around a bit more he spotted a random mushroom in the middle of the walk way. Curious enough he went over to it- as it suddenly picked itself up and ran off.

Confused Rengoku followed the mushroom as it ran behind the sitting area and back around the far corner. Rengoku followed as he turned the corner. A shadow now in the ticket booth, and the small mushroom running over.

Rengoku followed moving the foliage again seeing the silhouette of what seemed to be a ticket master- the only solid thing was the brooch on the mans hat.

It was silent as the man held up a set of tickets.

"A ticket slip?" Rengoku asked, but got no reply, only a pointed finger at his haori.

Figuring it was the scroll hidden inside he took out the roll and set it on the wood.

The scroll was taken and ripped as it burnt to ashes and in replace Rengoku was given the ticket slip.

Taking it he looked at the slip- he had never heard of any of the stops passed the first three.

Walking over to the now clean sitting area he took a seat, a black cat joining his side as it waited with cat sized bag around its body, some other creatures such as more mushroom people, and flower fairies came to take a look at Rengoku- a human- none the less a demon slayer.

He looked down at the small group and smiled sending them into shock and hiding. He smiled brighter as they came out of hiding slowly- unsure if they'd be scooped up or slashed, but seeing his bright smile they took a seat, bathing in his sun like smile.

Hearing the train coming in he stood up, walking over towards the tracks to realize the water was still present, but filled with small fish and- what he assumed was an eel that pasted by. The colors in the water scattered as the train came in- coming to a slow stop as the doors slid open.

The cat took lead, hoping in as it held its ticket slip in its mouth. Rengoku followed after, still uncertain of what was really happening- but you could say curiosity killed the cat.

Taking a seat on the bench he looked out the window infront of him. Soon a ticket master- no more than the age of tweleve came floating by- two eyes following him as he held out a gloved white hand. Looking at the ticket he handed them to the boy, who took them and shreaded them in his hand processed shredder and moved on. On the first stop- people filed in, a veiled woman sitting next to him with a child in a wooven fruit basket- the child- of course wasn't human, and a male in a kitsune mask infront of him, smoking out of a Kiseru, and beside him sat the cat that minded it own bussniess.

It wasnt till the fourth stop he was left alone- the only residing was the cat. Rengoku looked over and waved smally with a bright smile but the cat never did respond.

Not so long after the same floating boy came back over- pointing to the door as the train came to a stop.

The cat got up as well as Rengoku went over the doors opening as they both walked out. Rengoku watched as the black cat made it own way leaving Rengoku alone in silence. Looking around he found some stairs, traveling up them he came to a back alley, he almost walked into busy foot-traffic, luckily stopping himself in time as he watched people pass by, werid items in there hands, dressed weirdly, some dressed in what seemed to be a uniform.

"You really are a slow one aren't you."

Rengoku looked up seeing the black cat sitting on an on-ing.

"Oh. So you do speak." Rengoku smiled. "I am-"

"Rengoku Koyojuro. I know who you are." The cat spoke, "why are you here?"

"I was sent on an assignment you see!" Kyojuro spoke with a bright smile, "that ticketmaster took my map. But I still have the letter- hey where are we?"

"Modern time- futuristic for you." The cat spoke, "Just do your job and leave. Don't cause a ruckus."

The cat left as Rengoku looked out into the crowd, with a bright smile on his face, and a hop in his stepped out into the crowd, just to be carried away by the crashing wave of people. When he finally got out of the crowd he looked around looking at the letter.

'Find Y/n'

Wss the first thing that stood out to him, he went to the closest person in veiw. A young girl in a school uniform with her friends.

"Excuse me!" Rengoku smiled happily.

The girls looked back at him- immediately flushed at his apperance, "Hi! I was wondering if you could help me find a Y/n?"

"Y-Y-Y/n? Y/n? W-w-what?" One girl spoke a flushing mess as she looked at the young man.

"Hmm..." Rengoku thought looking down at the paper.

"Ah! A Y/n L/n! Or a L/n Y/n! Which ever way sounds familiar would really help!" Rengoku smiled.

"L/n?"

"Ah as in L/n-Sensei!" One girl pipped up.

"The pretty teacher?" Another girl asked.

"Pretty teacher?" Rengoku asked.

One nodded, "She works at the highschool. Shes Mirus home room! Isnt that right Miru-san?!"

"H-huh! Oh...yeah!" She flustered.

"She should still be at the school. She said she had a meeting."

"Where can I find this highschool?"

"Its down that way."

Thanking the young women he left to find this highschool.

Walking along the streets he seen cars and bikes past by- confusing him- but interesting him none the less. Asking for directions once more he had made it to the school, walking through the front gate he stopped hearing windows being opened abruptly.

A young woman stood there, her hair down and relaxed as the breeze blew through it softly. The breeze now dismissed- showed her face, Kyojuro awe strucken by her appearance, she seemed to be the only simple thing in this hetic world he had traveled too- her bright colorful eyes made her stick out- show casing her warm heart and soul as she smiled.

From the corner of her eye she spotted the bright colors of the sun. Turning her head down she looked at the male looking up at her- there bright eyes locking with one another.

It was silent, the breeze coming and going as they stayed awe strucken by one another.

"Can I help you with something sir?"

There it was. Her voice, a love striken arrow piercing Rengoku's heart.

"My name is Rengoku Kyojuro."

His voice sent a warm fuzz to her cheeks.

"I am L/n Y/n."

This was her.

"I. I've heard of you." Rengoku called back, "I was wondering. If you'd like to become friends!"

"A pretty bold move for friendship Mr.Kyojuro!"

Rengoku smiled, "I suppose it is Ms.L/n!"

"we can grab some yakisoba, maybe a beer? Or some sake?"

Rengoku nodded as Y/n smiled, "Give me time to grab my things."

Rengoku patiently waited as the woman soon came down the steps and out the school.

"Its nice to meet you as a whole rather than just your upper half." Rengoku smiled as Y/n chuckled softly.

"So. How about that food?"

That was the start of it, there meeting- they had sat and ate talking along the way, laughing and joking- until Kyojuro brought his reasoning for being where they were.

"A demon train?" Y/n asked.

"It may be hard to believe-"

"It really isn't!" Y/n said, "This is the modern world after all- just if your a supposed demon slayer why didnt you just kill the thing instead of boarding it?"

"I'm still asking myself that question!" He laughed rubbing the back of his neck with a smile.

Y/n ate some rice as he contuied to talk,

He may be hot but kinda childish- or is it dense...

"So whats the plan then? How are you getting back?" Y/n asked.

"Oh." Rengoku spoke.

Well atleast he has a plan

"You see. I don't exactly know!" He finished.

Of course he doesnt have a plan

"Well how about staying at my place until then?" Y/n asked, "I teach mythology and history.So you'll be my living reference in return"

"That sounds great!"

"Well first we should dress you modernly. Im sure the police will arrest you for walking around with a sword." Y/n informed.

"Oh."

Rengoku listened as Y/n informed him on the modern world the two soon returning to her place, he was most interested in the colorized pictures on the wall as she started informing him on where things were.

"Rengoku?"

"Hmm?"

She turned around to see him with a frame in his hand, but he soon set it down.

"Something wrong?"

"No. Nothing at all. I've never seen so many. Who paints them all?" He asked curiously.

"There taken with a camera that links to my printer." Y/n informed.

"Can we take one? You know before we figure out a way for me to get back!" Rengoku asked.

"Yeah I don't see why not." Y/n smiled.

Rengoku smiled as Y/n continued the house tour. The next few days Y/n would help Rengoku get accustomed to modern life, and he'd teach her about his time- simple things she wanted to know really. He accompanied her to school where he sat in the corner in the from of the class- or in the back depending on the time. Most of the highschool girls fauned over him- and maybe even some of the boys.

It was safe to say- Y/n and Rengoku had become friends. Yet that didn't stop Rengoku from wanting to return home. A week into his visit he was still there, and he was missing home none the less.

Y/n frowned seeing Rengoku doodling little images of his old friends and world.

"What do you want for dinner today Rengoku?" Y/n asked.

"I picked yesterday! You can pick today!" He spoke smiling.

"How about pozole?" Y/n asked.

"Is that new?" He asked.

"No." Y/n responed, "it's a hispanic dish. I figured while your hear. Maybe you could try some other cultural food! Fish isnt the only thing out there you know!"

Rengoku smiled softly, "that sounds great then."

Y/n smiled, "how about helping me?"

Rengoku nodded as the two got to work. He had found himself attached- warm hearted next to her. He knew she was going out of her way to not only help him, but try and feel better.

They cooked and cooked, the two laughing along the way as they sat down with there bowls to eat.

Rengoku took a spoonful happily, "It's diffrent. I like it!"

Y/n smiled, "Im glad you like it so much. Now you know how to make it so you can make it whenever!"

He nodded as they contuied to eat, "I was thinking."

Rengoku looked up from his bowl, "maybe we could take the camera out? Go take some pictures together?"

Rengoku nodded with a smile, "I'd enjoy that!"

"Then it settled! We can go out after we eat!"

The dinner was filled with laughter and jokes, dishwashing contained a bubble fight. Ending in the two of them sitting against the counter taking a break. Just for them to get up again and get ready to head out, Y/n with a camera in her hands.

The evening was warm, and happy- a smile not leaving any of there faces. It was mostly goofy pictures of the two of them doing things- just one- as the other one was usually taking the picture.

Y/n intruppted a man for a quick question as he happily agreed, Y/n ran over to Rengoku pulling on the haori he had overlaping his buttonup.

"He's gonna take a picture of us." Y/n said pointing to the man who held the camera.

Rengoku nodded in understanding as the two stood ready bright smiles on there faces as they stood infront of some neosigns.

"There we go!"

"Thanks alot!"

"It was no problem!"

Y/n smiled looking at the photo.

"One more place?" She asked.

Rengoku agreed as she pulled him along, the route soon told him where they were going.

"I figured." Y/n spoke walking down the stairs, "the trainstation of which you magically appeared would be a nice photo right?"

Rengoku nodded, "It would be nice."

Y/n smiled as she found a rock to perch the camera on, "it'll be on a timer so I'll rush over and we can take the picture!"

Rengoku watched as she quickly ran over the two smiling as she held his arm, there fingers interlaced with each others. The photo snapped and Y/n smiled rushing over to get it. Making there way home Rengoku looked at her free hand, hanging by her side as she held the camera in one hand.

Feeling his pinky being taken he looked back down and noticed Y/n wrapped her pinky around his, looking back up at her she walked normally- following in suit he wrapped his pinky around hers.

"Hey Rengoku..."

"Hmm?"

She was silent for a mintue, "nevermind..."

Rengoku frowned as they got home, taking there shoes off, Y/n took her coat off and Rengoku hung his haori up besides it.

"I...Im gonna go print these pictures-"

"Wait a mintue." Rengoku said grabbing her hand, "What. What were you going to say? Before the nevermind. It must've been important."

"No. Nothing." Y/n spoke walking away and to her desk, "We should get these printed."

The mood suddenly changed, it was lighthearted once more as they figured out what pictures to print. Rengoku watched her smile and laugh as he stood over the chair using the back as a leaning support.

"Hey! Thats a good one!" Rengoku pointed out at the picture of Y/n feeding the deer they seen passing a tea garden.

Y/n looked at him, his face now level with hers as he looked at the computer with a smile. Pressing a quick kiss to his cheek he flustered immediately.

They looked at each other, Y/n flushing immediately.

"S-sorry." She apologized.

"You missed." Rengoku told her.

"I-I missed?" Y/n asked as Rengoku pecked her lips softly.

"See I didn't miss." He smiled brightly, "You try again-"

Rengoku was silenced as Y/n kissed him again, this time, the kiss lasted longer than a peck.

Standing up her hands ran through his hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. He only responded with his hands on her hips, pushing into the kiss more she stumbled back a bit and bumped into her desk.

Pulling away Rengoku smiled softly as did she, "sorry." He apologized with a light laugh.

She chuckled lightly, her head resting against his, "you...kiss good."

Rengoku flushed softly as Y/n rubbed the back of her head.

"I uh. The printers in my room." She spoke softly rushing off flushed as he followed with a smile.

She looked at the pictures with a smile, as he stood in her doorway, leaning against the frame.

"Hey. Rengoku here are-"

She froze as he was suddenly next to her, a smile as he observed her.

"W-what is it?"

He sighed,tossing his Haori on her bed as he rolled up his sleeves. Gulping unknowing of what was to happen she was suddenly picked up.

"If I want to keep that smile on your face! I suppose I must tickle you!"

"Wait! Rengoku!-"

She was tossed on the bed as he climbed over her. Almost immediately tickling her she cried out in laughter, finishing off his tickling with a kiss to her lips he laid on his side, waiting for her to calm down.

"Want another tickle?"

"No! No. Im okay." She chuckled as he smiled.

Sighing she finally calmed down, the two laying on the bed together in peace, she yawned as he covered them with the white, flamed desgined haori.

"Im glad I found you." Rengoku spoke softly kissing her head as she smiled.

"I love you Ren." She smiled hugging him.

"I love you too N/n."

The two fell asleep in each others embrace, the suns rays of the next day only waking the two up.

Rengoky yawned as he sat up, back pain immense as he covered his eyes from the sun- which was odd as he remembered you only opening your curtains a bit.

"Aniki?"

He looked behind him seeing Tanjiro.

"Ah! Thank god we found you!" Tanjiro sighed in relief.

Tanjiro?

Why was Tanjiro here?

Wait.

Rengoku looked around quickly, "No. No. No. No no. No. No! No!" He cried getting up to his feet.

He had returned to the trainstation that started his journey.

"Y/n!" He called out, maybe you had been brought back with him, "Y/n!"

Tanjiro frowned at Rengoku's sudden burst.

"Hey. Hey! Calm down. Aniki what's wrong? What happened?" Tanjiro attempted to calm, "where did these chlothes come from?"

"No! She was here! She was with me! I-" Rengoku jumbled together.

"Aniki. Please. Take a deep breathe." Tanjiro spoke holding Rengoku's arms, "maybe that will jog your memory?"

Rengoku turned arouned to see his sword on the floor and under it was paper. Rushing over he looked at the papers- photos you had printed and taken for him. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks as Tanjiro comforted him.

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Setting: Kingdom AU

[King! Zhongli x Female! Reader]

Notes: At first, I didn’t know what to write for the Valentine’s Gift in Discord. I was about to just write a Diluc fic when I came across the Cendrillon video. I rewatch it and loved the idea. Zhongli fits the prince (im making him a king here-) perfectly, this is going to follow the Vocaloid Cendrillon version (because the actual Cendrillon is basically the Cinderella movie-), but I’m gonna tweak it a bit. I hope I manage to capture Zhongli’s personality, atleast a little- 😅. Hope ya’ll like this!

Warning: small mentions of being blackmailed, abandonment and blood.

Word Count: 4.7k

» A valentine gift for @zhonglisemptywallet,, I hope you like this- hshshs

“Say, Zhongli, do you know the story of “Cendrillon”?” “Hm… it doesn’t ring a bell, I’m afraid. May I ask why you ask of that?” “I used to read it when I was young. Since you don’t know of it, would you like to read it together? Or are you currently busy?” “I was about to ask you if you want to have tea with me, but since you suggested that, of course I would read it together with you.”

The warm hue of the light that illuminated the room and the chatter of the people within greeted you immediately when you stepped foot inside. Your eyes darted from person to person, not familiar with any of them. The target isn’t anywhere in the vicinity it seems, perhaps later. The warm atmosphere made you sigh in relief, it was a great contrast to the coldness of night outside. Not wanting to be of disturbance to those entering, you quickly went away from the entrance. You were overwhelmed by the grand interior of the room, walls decorated with golden brown and amber designs, one you usually find in an antique item, waves, vines, flowers, all sort of design. Golden-colored chandeliers hanging in the ceiling in a row, making the room brighter. The golden curtain being tied to the side, revealing the full moon in its finest glory.

The palace king really likes golden-colored stuff, you noted. Everything looks so ancient, like there’s a history in every design and every item inside. Glancing around, you adjusted your dress, making sure your dagger isn’t visible underneath your skirt. An assassin tasked to kill the king of the Liyue nation. A joke, you thought at first, a child’s play. This task is usually seen in a fairytale, but you suppose it’s inevitable when you have 7 kingdoms, each with their respective king and queens. Breathing out a sigh, you take a glance at the moon. Your task is due at midnight, when the moon is high above the skies. Precise exact hour, no seconds shall pass. If failed, execution shall be your punishment.

Then a ring rang through the room, gaining many’s attention including yours. You gaze at the balcony-like booths on the second floor, seeing familiar faces of the members of the Qixing. Them being here isn’t gonna make your mission any easier, well, it wasn’t easy to begin with. Quickly switching your attention to the butler, making sure your actions aren’t suspicious. “We thank you for attending this royal ball, hosted by our beloved King. I shall now introduce you to the special guests tonight.” The butler’s voice rang, sounding young yet stern. He nodded to the area of the Qixing members. “Please allow me to introduce Lady Ningguang of the Qixing, miss Keqing of the Qixing and Miss Ganyu of the Qixing.”

Many people started clapping for them, you decided to join in them in order to not appear suspicious. Ningguang, in her fullest glory, stood up and waved elegantly to the people below her. Her eyes, which reminded you of Rubies, scanned the crowd before befalling on you. You stiffened at the coldness within, was her eyes always this harsh? You thought she was about to call you out but she simply turned around and sat on the throne-like chair. You breathe out a sigh of relief, closing your eyes when you feel the tension on your shoulder being released. But you knew that her gaze on you was a warning. She knew your intention, she could’ve called you out right there but she didn’t. Why? Was she amused that there was an assassin in the ball, wanting to kill the king? It doesn’t make sense.

You tuned out the butler, who was introducing the four Adepti, the counsel of the king. You couldn’t care less about them, but you were still on guard. Although they all respect their king and would kill anyone who dares to threaten his life, the young-looking guy is the one you’re watching out for. The young adepti, Xiao was his name, Conqueror of Demons, swift like the wind. “Now..” Your ears pick up as you look at the butler once more. “The moment you all have been waiting for. May I introduce the host of this evening, please applaud to the king of Liyue, Rex Lapis!”

And just like that, an applaud of cheers erupted into the room when the king was announced. You joined in with the claps, feeling nervousness rising within you. Now’s not the time to get nervous. This is an important mission. You shall not fail this one. The light in your eyes darkened when the king made an appearance, there in his crowning light was Rex Lapis. With eyes like the Cor Lapis, hair like the soil of the land, and clothes fitting for a ruler. He has a small smile present on his face, as he nodded to the crowd. “Thank you for coming to my ball on this humble night. Please enjoy yourselves to the fullest with the prepared banquet and dance.” His voice is so soothing…

He reached out his hand, snapping his index and thumb. “Let the feast begin.”

“What?” You breathed out, staring at the man before you with eyes wide and face in disbelief. Not knowing whether to laugh or what. The mission you’re given, to kill the king of Liyue, Rex Lapis. How absurd. “You expect me to kill that wanna-be king?” You scoffed, letting out a few chuckles. You thought it was a prank, a funny joke, and that your superior was made to do by one of his subordinates. You bet your money that it was that “Childe”. You tried searching his face, any sign of him lying or joking, but there wasn’t. He was serious.

Coughing lightly, you straightened yourself up again, staring at the eyes of your superior. He sighed before placing a document on his desk, facing you, with a dagger on top. “You should be grateful that the Tsaritsa decided to give you this task, if I were to choose, I’d choose someone else. But alas, she chose you. How unfortunate.” He scoffed, shaking his head in disapproval. You paid his indirect insult no mind as you stared at the dagger, which you noticed was laced with poison. The dagger was silver in color, with the hilt decorated with light blue and white snowflakes. The end contains a Cor Lapis gem.

Hesitantly, your hand rose to reach the dagger. You can feel the sharp eyes of your superior on you, taking note of your shaky hands and hesitated moves. When you finally grasp the well-designed dagger, your superior’s voice rang through the room once more.

“Do not fail this mission.”

How are you going to approach this exactly? You felt your sweat drop when you realized you didn’t prepare a plan on how to kill the king. Which is pretty dumb, now that your thinking about it. Like, what did you expect to happen? You going up to him and just stab him? Before your dagger could hit the king, your head is already on the ground. You groaned in frustration, leaning back on the white-colored pillar. Great, now you're stuck. You sighed, rubbing the nape of your neck, as you gaze at the scenery before you.

Gazing at the people dancing, you couldn’t help but feel the green of envy rising within you. Unlike you, they have the best life. Once living in the slums of Snezhnaya, many times almost freezing to death. One of those times is when you met the queen of the frozen land, the Tsaritsa. Many wondered why she took you in, a girl abandoned in the streets. From her patience and pitied love for you, she took you in and made you a member of the organization known as the “Fatui”. Trained under a strict teacher, you grew up to be an assassin. An assassin whose hands are stained with the blood of the victims you killed for the Tsaritsa herself.

“Excuse me.” A voice so silk, maturity evident in it, one that you heard earlier. You look up from your gaze at the ground to meet the eyes like the sun. From the distance, you didn’t notice how his white iris looks sharp, but now upon closer inspection, you can see it clearly. He gave you a soft smile, moving his hand from behind his back and extended it to you. You stared at it, confusion dancing in your eyes before gazing at the man you were destined to kill. “Would you care for a dance with me?” He said, amusement clear in his eyes. You felt your cheeks warmed up at your obliviousness. “Uhm… sure.” You said in a low voice, placing your hand on his. Despite the gloves you two are wearing, you can feel the warmth radiating from within.

Feeling albeit awkward, obvious tension in the air, he guided you to the dance floor, hand firmly yet gently grasping yours. You weren’t sure if he noticed the air of tension surrounding you two or if he was simply ignoring it. Twirling you around a little bit, he stops your mini twirl by placing his large hand on your waist. You, knowing the dance steps ever since you had to undercover in a masquerade party, placed your hand on his shoulder and took a step back, him following suit by stepping forward. A dance with the king of Liyue, what a cliche moment. You can feel his eyes on you, feeling embarrassed about his obvious staring at you (and the stares you were getting around you), you continued staring at the amulet on his chest.

“You know, when dancing, one must look at the eyes of their partner. Not at their chest.” The king said in a low voice, chuckling a little. How is he amused at this situation? The king is really a strange person. Flushing in embarrassment for getting called out, you look up to meet his expectant gaze. Seeing his lips quirking up as your gaze met his, he tilted his head slightly as he spun you around in tune with the others and held you close when you faced him once more. “Tell me, where do you hail from? I don’t think I’ve ever seen your face before.” You knew that this was coming, so you rehearsed your answer while going here. “I came from Inazuma, being sent here by my father, Chief Haruki. I came as a replacement for him, he humbly apologizes that he cannot be here at the ball tonight.” It wasn’t technically a lie, chief Haruki was indeed a real person living in Inazuma and was secretly working for the Fatui.

You noticed how his eyes narrowed slightly, yet his entire face still remains unchanged. Closing his eyes while sighing softly. “I see.” You stared at him a couple of minutes before opening your mouth. “The people around us.. They’re not all nobles, are they?” Asking softly, only reserved to the two of you. His eyes scanning the people around you two before leaning in your ear, his hot breath near your ear made shivers run down your spine. “Quite an eye you have, my dear. But nevertheless, you are correct. Some of them are the orphans I’ve taken in under my wing.” You let out a chuckle. “How noble of you, your highness.” “Call me Morax instead.” Leaning back, he lets go of your waist as he clasps his gloved-hands on yours, dragging you gently.

You raised a brow at this. “And where do you think you are taking me, Mr. Morax? I have no intention of doing any frisky rendezvous with you.” You can hear him laughing in front of you, turning his head to the side to glance at you. “Rest assured, my dear. I have no intention to take you to bed. I just thought a fresh air is what we need.” He explained, chuckling at the end before facing forward again. Flushing a bit at his laughter, you pouted while glaring at him. “You could’ve just told me that.” You mumbled angrily. He simply ignored your complaints, using his free hand to push open a door leading to a garden.

You marveled at the sight of it, it was beautifully decorated with glaze lilies and silk flowers. Adding to the beauty were neon-orange-colored butterflies flying around. While you were in awe at your surroundings, you didn’t notice the fond look that the king was giving to you. He lets go of your hand as he steps forward into the enchanting garden. Missing already his large hand against yours, you followed suit, resisting the urge to hold his hand once more. “What a beautiful garden.” “Thank you for your kind words.” He slightly leaned forward to hold a glaze lily in his hand. “Did you know that glaze lilies only reveal their beauty at the sound of music? A pure song, one that used to belong to someone who loved this flower more than any other.” He said, on his face is a gentle smile, yet you noted how sad it seems.

His eyes and smile so captivating and warm, yet hiding so many secrets. It made you want to know more about the man in front of you, not as the ruler Rex Lapis but as Morax. You stayed silent as you gaze at the flower in his hand. “They used to be everywhere in Liyue, but now… there are hardly any of them left. They are now rare and almost to the brink of being extinct.” He said, not hiding or masking the sadness in his voice as he lets go of the flower. Straightening his back again, turning to look at you, smiling apologetically at you. “Apologies. It seems like I went into my infamous rants.” Morax said, bowing his head slightly.

You shake your head, smiling in return. “It’s fine. Your voice is oddly.. soothing.” He chuckles at your comment. “Indeed. I have gotten comments about my voice being soothing to hear.” “That’s why I shall suggest that you continue your rant. I can see it in your eyes that you have much more you want to share.” You chuckled. His eyes widened a bit, surprised that you manage to see through him before shaking his head slightly while huffing in amusement. “You are an interesting girl, my dear.”

“Why should I have a ball to begin with?” The question left Rex Lapis’ lips before he could stop them, making every head within the room turn their heads to the king. He doesn’t need to host a ball when there is no special occasion to celebrate as. “Rex Lapis, you must understand that the nation needs two rulers. A king and a queen. It would not only be beneficial for the people, but for you as well.” Ningguang explained, spinning her smoking pipe around her fingers, her gaze sharp as ever. Her red eyes staring at Rex Lapis’ face, curious at what his reaction would be. Rex Lapis only sighed. “I see..”

Closing his eyes as he stands up from his chair, opening his eyes to look at his fellow Adepti and the people in the Qixing. “I think this meeting is over. I shall take my leave now. Good day to you all.” Without any wait for a reply, he quickly left the room. When the door closed behind him, he sighed deeply as he started walking to his sanctuary, the garden. The garden that used to belong to his previous wife, the previous queen of Liyue. Opening the doors, he smiled at the beauty of the garden. It was as if she never left.

He sat down on a nearby bench, gazing fondly at the geo-Crystalfly, only landing beside him. He gazes at it before sighing once more, running a hand through his hair, messing up his front hair slightly. “‘A new queen’ they said. ‘Beneficial for both the people of Liyue and me’ she said. I don’t understand mortals at all.” Rex Lapis tried to understand the minds of his people, but he still can’t grasp how extreme their minds can be sometimes. And this makes Rex Lapis more intrigued with them even more. The growing desire inside him continues to grow each passing day. Since when did this desire to be one of the mortals began? Was it when his late wife used to speak so fondly of them? He’s not sure but a thought kept lingering at the back of his mind, his attention shifting from the butterfly to the silhouette of Liyue Harbor in the distance.

Should he leave the crown for good now?

He gazes at the blue-colored sky above, silver linings around the clouds as they form various shapes. “... not yet.” He whispers to himself. “It’s not yet the right time.”

Your laughter breaking the silence of the night as Rex Lapis finished telling a tale. It seemed like his knowledge about many things concerning Liyue is unending, you didn’t mind listening to him ranting about how the Guhua Plains came to be, how the rocks formed in various places in Liyue, and so on. A blush dust your cheeks as you stared at Rex Lapis who was about to tell a story yet again. Suddenly a sudden gush of cold wind blew your way, making you visibly shiver, cursing in your head for not wearing something suitable for the cold. You blink when you felt something placed on your shoulder, looking up, you noticed that Rex Lapis wasn’t anymore wearing his coat. Connecting the dots, and looking at your shoulders, you felt your face become more warm when you realized he noticed you shivering and gave you his fancy coat. “T-Thanks..” You mumbled, clutching his coat tightly while giving him a shy smile. “It is only right for me to share my coat when I was the one who dragged you out in this freezing evening, no?” He chuckles as he picks up where he left off in his tale.

You stared at his back, now noticing how well-built he is from behind. You tried your hardest to not stare at his lower area, it is sacrilegious afterall. You let out a loving sigh, but that made your eyes widened in horror. Deep inside you, you felt something unknown yet so familiar. It was welcoming and warm. Heart thumping widely in your chest, the warm feeling spreading, the warm smile and that sigh just now. Realization struck you hard, making you even more scared than before. The horrifying truth you’ve concluded when adding all of your symptoms. You were falling in love with him.

Rex Lapis noticed that you stopped walking judging from the lack of footsteps behind him, his words trailing off as he turned around to see what was wrong only to be surprised at tears falling from your wide eyes. “Are you alright, love? Why are you crying? Did I say something that made you cry? If I did so, I apologize sincerely.” He was panicking. It was evident in his voice that he’s panicking as he walks to you and wipe away the tears flowing with his thumb. Worry etched his face as he gazed at your [E/C] eyes. You continued to sob, not anymore needing to hide the tears. Why? Why did you have to fall in love with someone you were meant to kill?

What made you even more surprised, and made your poor heart jump, is when Rex Lapis leaned in and kissed your eyes. “Shh.. Don’t cry. Tears don't suit your beauty afterall.” You felt your face heat up at his action, wanting to shy away from him but at the same time, wanting more of his gentle touch and lips. You sniffed as his hands wiped away your leftover tears. Looking at him, you were met with his gentle and reassuring gaze. A smile that says everything would be alright. Lies. You inhaled sharply as your eyes travelled from his face to the clock, conveniently placed, behind him. It was almost midnight. His death is almost due.

Please don’t let the bells sound for midnight. Please no.

But you knew you needed to. Despite the limited time you two have, he was able to give you unforgettable memories that you’ll forever cherish with all your heart. Who knew you were into this kind of cheesiness? Childe would always tease you about being secretly cheesy, it seems like he’s right about this one. “... Are you alright, love? Is there something still wrong?” Your gaze shifted back to Morax, who was looking at you with great concern. You take a deep breath. It’s now or never.

You gave him a smile, a smile holding regret and love for the king. Even if your feelings were mutual, it would still remain unrequited as you take his life. “Thank you for this night, my king. This has been a wonderful evening indeed.” Rex Lapis stared at you with a blank face, his smile that you were used to seeing isn’t anymore visible in his face. It was replaced by a hard and stoic face. Deafening silence surrounds you both in this chilly evening, the silence making you shift slightly. After what seems like forever, he opens his mouth to speak. “You sound like you’re saying farewell. The ball hasn’t reached its conclusion yet.” You can feel tears starting to build in your eyes again as you forced them back. “I’m really sorry.”

Before he could make a comment about your apology, you grab your dagger and try to stab him through the chest but thanks to his fast reflexes, he was able to dodge at the last minute. Your dagger grazing at his clothes slightly. His eyes wide, maybe he was surprised at your betrayal? Was he furious? Would he call for the guards now? You cannot hesitate, not now. Not when you’re so close in fulfilling your mission. You went for the kill again, and without missing a beat, he dodge, catching your hand in the process. “Stop this, my love.” He whispered in your ear. You inhaled sharply, feeling your heart fluttering from the closeness, but you shouldn’t let this feeling of yours get in the way of finishing the king.

Summoning a dagger made out of water, using your ‘delusion’, on your other hand, you strike him with it. Rex Lapis eyes widened as he tried to dodge your incoming second dagger by jumping back, but he wasn’t fast enough as it stabbed him in the side. He groans, placing his hand on the wound. The blood was staining his shirt as he clicked his tongue. You huffed, breathing in and out before opening your eyes, clouded with bloodlust and nothingness. It was glowing beneath your bangs. “Target spotted. Killing target now.” Your voice resembles a robot, a mindless slave.

His eyes saddened at the thought of what you have been through to be like this. He knew you were after his life, Xiao and his fellow Adepti warned him about this. But he was intrigued by you the moment he laid his eyes on your lonesome figure. Even though you tried to hide it, he noticed how your eyes shone with awe as you gaze at the ornaments decorated the room. Cute, that was his thought. A childish girl behind the cold facade. Interesting. He knew you were part of the ‘Fatui’. He knew that you were ordered to kill him before midnight. He knew and yet he didn’t care. The possibility of dying in your hands still lingers at the back of his mind, yet he can’t help but get drawn to you. You were special in his eyes. A glaze lily, so rare and beautiful.

You could even say he was falling in love with you with each passing second he spent with you.

Rex Lapis lets out a chuckle at the thought of his fellow Adepti reprimanding him for falling for you, but he can’t do anything about it. A heart wants what a heart wants, he knew that perfectly. And from his foolish love for you, he allowed you to strike him in the chest, piercing the amulet in the process. Your eyes widened at what you did, not believing what you had just seen. Why didn’t he move? He could perfectly dodge it like he did earlier so why? While your mind is in a frenzy, he allowed himself to hug you in his chest as he bled out.

“W-Why-? Why didn’t.. you dodge?” You whispered in pure disbelief. He chuckles, running his hand through your hair, destroying its style earlier. “Who knows..? Even I am wondering that.” Feeling himself weakening, he pulls himself away from you as he gaze tenderly in your wide, frightened eyes. He smiles gently, moving closer to kiss your forehead. “You should probably get going, my love.. You wouldn’t want to get caught by the Millelith now.” He whispered. You didn’t say anything as you pulled away from his hold. Looking at his eyes as he nodded his head, urging you to go. Without saying anything, you run away. Stumbling a bit with your heels, you felt it slipping from your feet but you could care less about it as you continued to run, leaving the shoe behind.

Watching as your figure disappeared from view, he placed a hand over his wound, feeling himself healing from his wounds. He knew he wouldn’t just die from a simple stab. What he didn’t account for is that the dagger you used is laced with poison, making him weak, to the point he has to sit on the ground. Huffing and puffing his eyes landed on the forgotten glass slipper, chuckling a bit. “Maybe.. It is truly time to depart.”

“Eh? What do you mean Rex Lapis disappeared?!”

“Calm yourself, Keqing. There must be an explanation for this, I presume?”

“We don’t know, lady Ningguang. We tried searching for his highness everywhere but he can’t be found. But there was blood in the garden along with a glass slipper.”

“Hm… I see.”

“What should we do then? We can’t just tell the people that Rex Lapis just mysteriously disappeared.”

“I speculate it was an attempt of assassination. But the question is, where is he? Where is his body?”

“An assassination for the king?! Who would dare to do such a thing?!”

“Hm… let us think this thoroughly with the Adepti. Now that Rex Lapis is gone, we must take over as the Qixing of Liyue.”

“... alright.”

“You. Call the Adepti. An important meeting is about to happen.”

“Yes, lady Ningguang.”

“.. Your highness?” Appearing before you like the wind was the king himself, but you noted his appearance changed. Despite still appearing all regal, he seems more lax than the last time you appeared before him. Guilt consumed you when memories of that night came rushing to you, but it made you wonder. Why was he here before you? Why was he still alive? Weeks passed since you ‘killed’ Rex Lapis. But it appears you failed your mission since his highness is before you, looking healthy and alive. Questions filled your mind, making you more confused than ever. The Qixing and the Adepti have already announced his passing, his Rite of Passing was due a few days from now. So what exactly happened-?

“It seems my appearance has confused you, my dear.” He chuckled, calm as ever with the same amused glint in his eyes. You tried searching for anger or resentment in them, for ‘killing’ him but you couldn’t find any. All you saw was amusement and affection. “Why are you still alive..? Did the Qixing and the Adepti lie about your death..?” You asked, your voice barely a whisper. “.. may I at least come inside? I’ll explain it to you once we’re out of the public eye.” He said. You numbly nodded, still couldn’t wrap your head around Rex Lapis still being alive. Did the poison not work? Did I fail my mission-?

“By the way… you mustn’t call me Rex Lapis or Morax anymore.” He said, entering your humble home. Staring at you with the eyes you fell in love with, the same one glinting beneath the moonlight and under the light of the dozen chandeliers. “Call me Zhongli.”

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