#meizhou x reader

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You had your shot

Requested by anonymous: Can you write an angst story for huaze lei please anything you want!

Requested by @llotuspetals: Hey hey hey. Can I get a huaze lei x reader + xiao xingchen/lan xichen/ lan sizhui hanahaki disease AU fanfic please. Love your writing thankss

Pairing: Huaze Lei x reader

Word Count: 1.0k words

Warning: angst, hanahaki disease, explicit description of the disease, blood

A/N Hope you guys don't mind that I combined these request, since you both wanted angst :)

The man before you, Huaze Lei, was your best friend and someone you trusted wholeheartedly. Yet now, it only loathed him or at least that what you wanted and yet you couldn't. You couldn't hate him, not even when he'd be the death of you.

You had been their for him when he experienced the same when Tang Jing left, watching as the flowers sprouted from his mouth while you also tried to make it stop.

But then, of course, just as it stopped, Tang Jing returned and captured Huaze Lei's heart once more before dragging him off with her to another country. And along with him, went your heart. Yellow and orange petals started appearing in your bed, the little petals clearly from a marigold flower that you knew all too well. Huaze Lei's favorite flower. The thorns were quick to spread throughout your body, piercing through everything in their way while also climbing upwards to your throat. It was painful, each day worst than the one before as you tried to hide away the petals as they appeared.

Your school life became none-existing, your social life was long gone and you were losing friends left and right as you failed to even keep in contact with them. Others still called you daily, like Shancai and Meizhou, and you tried to answer them, but were unable to. Shancai was the first to come by, using your spare key to enter and the sight of you was something that almost made her throw up.

The ground was covered with petals and flowers, various shades of yellows and oranges. Along the millions of petals, blood spatters appeared in between and barely visible to the eye unless you focused on it. You laid on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and coughing violently as petals fell from your mouth. You looked tired, exhausted and in pain.

"(Y/n)?!" Shancai was quick to appear by your side, gently picking up your glass of water and guiding you to drink some of it. The water glided down your throat, making it ache more as you tried to swallow and letting the thorns penetrate even deeper into the muscles. Nonetheless, Shancai almost forced you to drink enough until you started tapping her hand. Coughing once more, you turned to look at her without hurting yourself even more.

"Who?" Shancai knew, but she wanted to hear it from you nonetheless and you were quick to hum out Huaze Lei's name. It was no surprise to her, she had seen the way you looked at him when he left the country for Tang Jing and she recognized it easily. After all, she had felt the same before. Shancai helped you up as well as she could, guiding you to your room and helping you fall asleep. Once you were, she went straight to calling Meizhou for help.

The man, just like Shancai, was shocked as he saw the state of your room and just as shocked when he saw you. He couldn't let you stay like this, so he proposed an idea. One that would save you, an operation that would remove the vines.

"That sounds to good to be true." You spoke, your voice hoarse and Meizhou could only sigh with a nod. He explained that your emotions would dissapear with the flower, but you didn't care much for it at this point. Your life was on the line and you didn't want to die. Besides, no emotions also meant no loneliness nor any pain. You would be fine...

So you agreed.

"Why are we here?" Huaze Lei couldn't help but wonder, the hospital was a weird spot to meet your friends after being gone for awhile. Nonetheless, he followed their request and came here, only to not receive any explanation. Shancai was crying, Meizhou was pacing and Ximen and Daoming-Si were sitting on the side in silence. None welcomed him back, none of them even spoke to him. Then a doctor appeared, telling them that the operation was successful.

"Operation?" "Yes. The flower was fully removed and your friend will wake up soon." The doctor spoke and Huaze Lei frowned, turning to his friends for an explanation. When not answered, he decided to ask instead.

"Flower? Did she have the hanahaki disease or something?" He asked and Shancai was the first to snap out of her trance, nodding at the man and causing Huaze Lei to frown even more. Why didn't you tell him anything, how come he didn't know? And who was the reason for this, who had the audacity to hurt you?

"It's because of you." Shancai spoke, her voice laced with a venomous tone and Meizhou was quick to deny what Shancai said. The girl seemed to agree with Meizhou, but still remained somewhat angry. She knew well enough that it wasn't Huaze Lei's fault and rather the disease itself, but she still stayed spiteful towards the violinist. Huaze Lei himself felt the same, even when he too knew that it wasn't his fault.

He just wished he knew.

"I really am okay, Huaze Lei. I don't really feel the need to care anyway." You spoke and Huaze Lei wished you wouldn't speak like that, it only worsened the feeling of disappointment and anger. Not at you, of course, but at himself. The usual excitement in your voice was gone, only a monotone left that held not a single emotion. You knew this as well, but you couldn't help it in any way.

You entered your classroom, leaving Huaze Lei behind in the hallway without another word. Huaze Lei just stared at the spot that you stood not even seconds ago before coughing a few times. Then he looked at his hand, frowning at petals in his hand.

Pink petals from a carnation, your favorite flower.

[weebwrites]

What It Takes (Meizou x Reader) (Ximen x Reader)

Fandom: Meteor Garden / Boys Over Flowers Warnings: Unrequited love, Love Triangle, Happy Ending, Sad Ending Words: 2k217 Requested By: No One Synopsis: Meizou can’t help but wonder what it will take for his fiancé to love him instead.

Note to Self- Don’t fall In Love First

Mei Zou had been ecstatic when he first heard of the arranged business merger between his family and the Y/L/N group. Since the moment his mother brought the idea to him, he was shaking with excitement. He had always been worries of his parents plan for his future- maybe that’s why he tried to have as much fun as possible in his youth.

Mei Zou told no one about the engagement plans, but, of course, Y/n noticed. She called him out the first time she saw him since he was told the news. It never stopped shocking him; she was the most observant person Mei Zou had ever met. 

The group of five were lounging in the bridge room, and the second Y/n looked up from her music composition book she asked Meizou what made him so excited. He was quick to re-gain his composure and call it a secret- saying she’ll find out soon enough. 

The other three people in the club room looked over at the both of them. Ah Si rolled his eyes, making some remark of how freaky it was- that she knew them so well. 

Ximen walked over to her and put his hand gingerly on Y/n’s head, “I think it’s cute how her gaming strategy bleeds into her personality.” He moved his hand to her jaw so they were looking at each other, sharing a smile. 

Lei nodded, “It’s nice to have someone you can have a silent conversation with.”

Meizou kept his eyes on the pair in front of him, his hands balling at his sides, morphing into pale chords of muscles as he clenched the chair’s fabric. Y/n had looked back at her book, making progress on the song she was composing. 

He watched as her hair fell from behind her ears, obscuring his view of the girl. He noticed the signs of her becoming increasing frustrated. Just as he was about to move over, Y/n had called out to Lei. 

“I’m trying to convert my song from guitar to piano, but I’m not sure how to compensate for the fret change during the bridge. What chord do you think will work here?” She made eye-contact with the soft boy.

Before looking at where she was referring to, Hua Ze Lei gently brushed the hair from her face before answering her question. 

If only we were together already, Mei Zou thought, then I could stop them from looking at her like that. It was hard on the boy to see Y/n interact with other guys on a daily basis. He’s loved her since they were children, but he had no clue what the future held. So, for now, he bit his tongue. It would be so much easier if she loved me already. 

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Note To Self- Don’t wait too long

He was many things- an artist, a bridge player, a loyal friend, a play boy, a hopeless romantic, the list goes on- but Mei Zou is not an idiot. 

He recognized the signs- falling in love was most visible from the outside. It started small, he would walk beside her in the halls. Then he would be the first to her classes, then he started to drive her home, until he’d take her out before reaching her house. It had started small, the love between an angel and a broken man. 

Meizou wasn’t an idiot. He knew Ximen was cautious with love, to the point of thinking he might never get married. It was a shock when he realized his friend was actually in love.

When Meizou first noticed his friend’s lingering glances and moment longer hands on her waist, he cornered him in the hallway. He had pushed Ximen against the lockers, grabbing his collar. Meizou scolded him, warned him that Y/n wasn’t like the girls he toys with, she’s more than them. He warned him about messing with their Y/n, the only female member of F5; Meizou gently reminded him that it wasn’t just himself Ximen would have to worry about, Ah Si and Lei cherished their princess, and they’d do anything to protect her.

Ximen shoved his friend off of him, aggressively declaring his love for her. “I love her, Meizou,” he whispered after. “I can’t stop- it’s like she’s the only thing in my life- every girl I see is just a person who isn’t her, every breath I take is one I wish was with her; she’s in every thought I have and my hand feels empty without hers’ in it. I don’t know how but I love her. I love her.”

To say he was shocked would be an understatement. Meizou guided Ximen back to their club room to keep away from peering eyes. They sat and drank the scotch the room was stocked with. Even as Ah Si came and went, Ximen hadn’t said a word since the hallway. Nothing fell from his lips since he whispered his love for their bestfriend. Meizou had never seen Ximen so vulnerable before, so delicate; if he told his friend about the engagement plans Meizou feared he would shatter like a porcelain heart, so he waited.

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Note To Self- Decide Your Priorities Early On

Having the plans be a secret wasn’t difficult. Meizou wasn’t told anything since the reveal, so it’s not like he was keeping anything other than that from hs friends. No, having it be a secret wasn’t what was difficult- but keeping it a secret was the most painful experience ever. 

Meizou watched their love story from the side lines- seeing the stages of their relationship was like watching acts of a play in a theater he couldn’t leave. He was the understudy of a lead who never got sick. Still, Meizou waited. He waited for Ximen to mess up, to freak out. It was messed up- something he never thought he would stoop low enough to do- yet every time Y/n gushed about her plans Meizou silently prayed his friend wouldn’t show up.

He prayed Ximen would forget, he prayed Ximen would make a mistake- just once. He wished he would say the wrong thing- offend her by accident; he prayed on every lucky star that Ximen would hurt her- just once.

Yet with every ill-intended wish it was like their love grew stronger. Ximen had given up his go-to dating plans the moment Y/n agreed to go out with him. Long gone were the roses and strawberry scented cards, no more was the heart on the side of the building. Y/n wasn’t like that. 

Instead they would go to a second hand book store and find a book that had been lived in- one with dog-eared pages and cracked spines. With their books in hand they would to go a cafe, they’d order two drinks (A hot tea of differing flavors and a Spiced Chai Latte) and a piece of cake. Occasionally looking up to smile at their partners, they lived through the books. Smudged highlights of their favorite quotes, smushed rants in the margins when the plot got heated, tears softening the pages which hurt their hearts; the two poured their souls into the pages, and then they gave part of themselves to the other. 

They’d go their separate ways and read the books their partners had chosen for them, laughing when they read a funny note the other had left, calling in tears when everything goes wrong, they annotated the novels. The books would be swapped back and forth, each time read from a new perspective until each page was filled with reminders of love, silly rants, or just mementos of their time together. The book became more ink and highlighter than paper, and it’s meaning had transformed. This was what they were as a couple, something that never seemed to be breakable. Something endless.

Ah Si was spectacle at first, hesitant to expose Y/n to his playboy turned romantic friend. He had always thought Y/n would end up with Lei- but he gave Ximen a chance, and he waited. He waited for Y/n to show up at his door step in tears, he waited to kill Ximen for making her cry. He waited and he waited and the day never came. 

Instead, Y/n cried over how sweet he was. Instead she told him how well he treated her, how Ximen made her feel so special. She called Ah Si late at night not heartbroken, but reduced to giggles and squeals after a perfect date. Never came the day Ah Si would comfort a heartbroken Y/n, and he had never been happier for her. 

Lei was the first to know of Y/n’s long-lasting crush on his friend. He was surprised- back when she told him at the age of twelve. But since then he expected the calls of how he was perfect, how he’d never see her as a girl. He knew Y/n’s feelings inside out, and he was worried when she told him that Ximen had taken her out on a date. He waited for Ximen to get bored, for Y/n’s perfection to not be enough for him. Lei watched silently as the pair spent every second together, watched with careful eyes as they fell hard. 

After his worries for her well being subsided, Lei waited for Y/n to fade from his life. As it was, Y/n called him every day and texted him throughout it. He waited for the calls to stop, for her texts to become once a day with simple meanings. He waited patiently to be along on the rooftop with only the memories of his bestfriend to keep him company. He waited and waited and waited, staring at the phone or the rooftop entrance. Days, weeks, a month, two, yet the phone always rang, and the door always opened. Lei realized Y/n wouldn’t be abandoning his relationship with her for someone else. Maybe it was because he chose love and abandoned his friends when he did- maybe that's why he tried to prepare himself for Y/n’s departure from his life- waiting for her to disappear. But the day never came, and Lei stopped waiting.

Ximen was terrified every day. He was anxious as he drove to her house, wondering when he would freak out. He was scared when he looked down and saw Y/n holding onto his arm, wondering when he would push her off. He clenched his hand tight as he watched her dance through the streets of Shanghi, wondering when he would ruin his one shot at happiness. 

Every date his heart was beating out of his chest, every stolen glance felt like the last. Every smile thrown his way was a wakeup call- every time her voice reached his ears it cut through the fog of self doubt and misery which swallowed him whole- she was his savior. His angel that managed to save him every time, the only life raft on the sinking boat; she was the only good thing left in the world that fought to bruise his ego and tie him to a hundred pound weight of misery. She was the softest blanket, she was the best alarm. She was everything. His hand unclenched. He calmed down.

Meizou should have known this would happen. He decided then, seeing her beautiful smile, that her happiness is all that mattered. 

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Note To Self- Sometimes Things Don’t Work Out, Sometimes That’s Okay

When Meizhou told his parents he wouldn’t go through with the wedding they were furious. When he broke down in tears they had no clue what to do with themselves. 

“She’s in love with someone else,”

They comforted him as best as absentee parents could, patting his head awkwardly with empty words. They offered to go through with it anyway, have her fall in love with him after they’re married.

Meizhou refused- he didn’t want to. 

Instead, Meizhou stood at the altar, watching as Y/n approached. She was beautiful. Her dress dragged behind her and her eyes watered with tears- she was gorgeous. 

Lei and Daoming Si stood across the isle, beside Y/n as she took her rightful spot. She stared into the eyes of her beloved and, for once, it wasn’t jealousy that prickled under his skin. It was sorrow- deep and painful morning for the death of his future. His beloved would never be his, his beloved was someone else. He cried.

Y/n had never felt better. Her mother had been apprehensive about giving her consent, saying she hadn’t expected Ximen to be the one she fell in love with. Y/n wasn’t sure what she meant, but her mom dressed her to the nines and did her makeup personally. 

And now here she was, standing in front of the man she’d gladly spend every moment of her life with.

“How did I get so lucky,” she whispered, as Lei handed her Ximens ring and Meizhou handed him the other.

“No love-” Ximens eyes swirled with love and adoration, “how did I get so lucky?”

The room erupted into cheers, applause, the occasional scream or encouragement as they kissed. The world faded around them and the only thing that mattered was each other.

Meizhou waved them off as they climbed into the limo towards their honeymoon.