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mononijikayu · 4 months ago

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ikaw lang— fushiguro megumi.

"Thanks. he muttered, his voice softer this time, almost shy. He still wasn’t used to letting people in, but for some reason, with you, it didn’t feel so bad. You smiled again, that same warm smile that made something inside him flutter. "Anytime." you replied, and Megumi knew you meant it. “Let me take care of you again, okay? When this happens.” “......You didn’t need to—” You shake your head, smile even wider. “But I want to, okay?”

GENRE: Alternate Universe - Canon Convergence;

WARNING/s: Fluff, Romance, First Love, First Meeting, Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Light-Hearted, Slice of Life, Friendship, Confessions, Humor, Mutual Affection, Love, Pining, Hugging, Mention of Injury, Mention of Fighting, Mention of Blood, Depiction of Medical Aid, Fushiguro Megumi is In Love, Sorcerer! Megumi, Non-Sorcerer!Reader, Megumi and Reader Are A Bit Older;

WORDS: 6.5k words.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this song is really cute. i should rest after this because ive been writing all the other poll related works and my eyes hurts. i might open commissions some time so i can get new glasses 🤔 but anyway, i hope you like this as much as i do. i love you so much 🫶

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HE WONDERS WHAT HE DID TO BE THIS HAPPY. Fushiguro Megumi often finds himself lost in thought, trying to piece together how he ended up with someone like you as his lover. It’s a mystery to him, one that he turns over and over in his mind, especially in the quiet moments when he watches you from across the room.

The two of you couldn’t be more different. Megumi has always been reserved, the kind of person who prefers the solace of a quiet corner, away from the spotlight. He’s never been one to seek attention, content to blend into the background, observing rather than participating.

And then there’s you, today. The person he loves the most.

You, who are the complete opposite of everything he thought he needed. You walk into a room and light it up effortlessly, drawing people to you like a lighthouse in a rough storm. Your presence is magnetic, radiant—wherever you go, you leave a trail of warmth and joy, like the sun casting light on everything in its path. If the sun existed in Megumi’s universe, it would undoubtedly be you, the brightest star in his sky, illuminating even the darkest parts of his world.

Sometimes, Fushiguro Megumi wonders how someone like you could ever be drawn to someone like him. He’s not flashy, not outgoing or overly expressive. But then, you’ve never needed him to be. From the moment you met, you saw something in him that no one else did. You didn’t mind his quiet nature; in fact, you seemed to appreciate it, to cherish the way he found comfort in the shadows while you thrived in the light.

Every time Megumi sees you, his heart races uncontrollably. It’s a feeling he can’t quite describe, this mixture of awe and disbelief that he’s lucky enough to have you by his side. You have a way of making him feel things he never thought possible—emotions that run deep and wild, far beyond the calm exterior he usually shows the world.

And whenever you flash him that smile, the one he loves so much, he feels his composure slip. His face turns scarlet, his heart stumbles over itself, and he panics slightly, wondering how he’ll ever survive the intensity of his feelings for you.

But what truly leaves Megumi breathless are your eyes.

He’s always been captivated by them, even before he realized he loved you. There’s something in the way your eyes shine that draws him in, that makes him feel like he’s seeing something otherworldly. When you look at him, it’s like the rest of the world fades away, leaving only the two of you in a moment of pure, unfiltered connection.

Your eyes are windows to your soul, reflecting every emotion, every thought, every ounce of love you hold for him. And Megumi, who is often so unsure of himself, finds a sense of peace and belonging in those eyes. They are his sanctuary, his guiding light, the proof that he’s not alone in this world.

Sometimes, when you catch him staring, you’ll tilt your head and ask him what he’s thinking. And every time, Megumi struggles to find the right words, because how can he possibly explain the way you make him feel? How can he put into words the overwhelming mixture of gratitude, love, and fear that courses through him whenever he’s with you? All he knows is that, in those moments, he’s reminded of just how extraordinary you are, and how incredibly lucky he is to have you.

You are the sun in his universe, the brightest star in his sky, and with every passing day, Megumi falls deeper in love with you. And even though he’s not always able to express it, he hopes that when you look into his eyes, you can see just how much you mean to him—how much he adores every part of you, and how grateful he is to share his life with someone as wonderful as you.

Each time you raise your head and let Megumi gaze into your eyes, he’s struck by how they seem to shimmer with an otherworldly light. It’s not just the way they sparkle, but the depth and complexity they hold within them, as if your eyes contain entire galaxies, full of stars, planets, and endless mysteries.

To Megumi, your eyes are like a universe unto themselves—vast, beautiful, and impossible to fully comprehend. He can never quite find the words to describe the wonder they bring him, because, in truth, they’re unlike anything he’s ever known. They’re out of this world, something magical and extraordinary that he’s lucky enough to witness every day.

And every day, Megumi is reminded of just how fortunate he is to have you by his side. There are moments when he’s caught off guard by the simple yet profound realization that someone as remarkable as you chose him.

He’ll be lost in thought, or caught up in the routine of daily life, and then you’ll look at him, your eyes meeting his, and all those thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. In those moments, nothing else matters—just the connection between you, the unspoken bond that ties your hearts together.

Megumi finds that the most beautiful part of his day is when you look back at him. Your eyes, shining with a brilliance that words can’t quite capture, speak volumes in a language only the two of you understand. They tell him of the abundant love you hold for him, a love that fills his heart with warmth and light.

He’s always been shy, a little reserved, and sometimes he struggles to put his feelings into words. But when you look at him with those sparkling eyes, he wishes he could find the courage to tell you just how much it feels like heaven on Earth when you let him see the hearts hidden behind the bright beam of your gaze.

Megumi knows that you’re patient with him, that you understand his quiet nature, but sometimes he worries that he doesn’t show you enough how deeply he loves you. He wishes he could be more expressive, that he could find the words to tell you everything he feels.

But when words fail him, he hopes that you can see it in the way he looks at you—in the way his breath catches, in the way his heart races, in the way he’s completely and utterly captivated by you.

To Megumi, your eyes are not just beautiful—they are a reflection of the love you have for him, a love that he treasures more than anything in the world. Every glance you share, every moment your eyes meet his, is a reminder of how lucky he is to have found someone like you. And even though he may never fully grasp the magic you bring into his life, he knows that he will spend every day trying to show you just how much you mean to him.

To Megumi, it feels like stars might actually be falling from the sky, captured in the light of your gaze. Every moment he gets to see those eyes, he feels like he's witnessing something otherworldly, something that makes all the differences between you melt away, leaving only the overwhelming love he has for you.

Even though Megumi isn’t always good with words, he sometimes wishes that you could simply look into his eyes and just know that he loves you more than anything in the world. He hopes that you no longer feel the need to ask over and over, like you used to, because the truth is, you’re the only one he has ever truly loved—and the only one he ever will.

But sometimes, a nagging doubt creeps into his mind. He worries that his quietness might not be enough to convince you of how much you mean to him. He fears that he’s not doing enough to show you just how deeply he cares, because he struggles to express his feelings out loud. Yet, despite those fears, Megumi is determined to try harder, to find ways to show you his love so that you never have to doubt it.

If there were a way, Megumi wishes you could look into his heart and believe without a shadow of a doubt that you are the only one his heart has ever loved. And as he gazes at you now, he silently hopes that you can feel the depth of his affection in the way he looks at you, even if the words aren’t always there.

Fushiguro Megumi vividly remembers the first time he saw you for the first time. That was that day, during middle school. It was an ordinary day, and he wasn’t expecting anything to change. And for that change to be for the best.

He was known for being a bit of a loner, someone who kept to himself and occasionally got into trouble for his rebellious streak. He wasn’t exactly a model student, and most people gave him a wide berth, not wanting to get involved with someone who had a reputation for being a delinquent.

But then there was you, when you were younger.

He had just been reprimanded by one of the homeroom teachers for getting into another fight—something that had become more common as he struggled to navigate the challenges of his teenage years.

Or rather, just the annoyance he had for people he considered to be cruel, horrible people. But he supposed he was also angry, frustrated with the world, and on the verge of lashing out again when you approached him.

You were new, just transferred to the school, and Megumi was sure that you, like everyone else, would steer clear of him. But instead, you walked right up to him, your eyes full of concern rather than fear or judgment. You were like the sun blocking his eyes when he met you. You changed his whole world that day, he likes to think.

"Hey! Are you okay?" you had said softly, your voice calm and soothing. "Oh no, you got some dirt on your shirt—is that a cut on your side?"

Fushiguro Megumi had been taken aback for a long time. The last time must have been when Gojo said he’s taking him and Megumi in. There were very few things that had Megumi fazed, stuck in his tracks, and at a loss for words.

Perhaps the act of kindness being shown to him was one of those points. But he doesn’t think you’ve blamed him. He wasn’t used to anyone talking to him like that—without the underlying wariness or caution. He didn’t know how to respond, so he just shrugged, trying to brush you off.

“I’m fine.” he muttered, his tone gruff, hoping you would just drop it and leave him alone. "Don't worry about me. Move on."

But you didn’t leave. Instead, you stood your ground, your eyes filled with a concern that he hadn’t seen in a long time. It was as if you could see right through his tough exterior, straight to the part of him that was hurting, and you weren’t about to let it go unnoticed. You shook your head, your hands reaching out to gently tug at his sleeves, drawing his attention back to you.

When he finally looked at you, he was surprised to find that you seemed more distressed about his well-being than he was. There was a softness in your gaze, mixed with a quiet determination that caught him off guard.

"It doesn’t look like it! See? It hasn’t stopped bleeding. you replied gently, your voice free of any reproach, but filled with genuine worry.

Megumi followed your gaze to the cut on his arm, a wound he hadn’t given much thought to in the heat of the moment. But seeing the concern etched on your face made him pause.

You hesitated for a moment, as if unsure of how to proceed, before speaking again. "But if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay. I just… I just wanted to make sure you’re alright."

“Don’t worry about me—”

Your voice wavered slightly, betraying the depth of your concern, and it made something inside Megumi’s chest tighten. "At least maybe let me help you clean that nasty cut."

Megumi blinked, taken aback by your persistence. He was used to people either ignoring him or chastising him for getting into trouble, but you were different. You weren’t trying to fix him or tell him what to do—you were simply offering to help, to be there for him in a way that no one else had been. It was a kindness he wasn’t used to, and he didn’t quite know how to respond.

For a moment, he considered brushing you off, telling you he didn’t need any help, that he could handle it on his own. But something in your eyes stopped him. There was a sincerity there, a genuine desire to take care of him, and it made him realize how rare it was for someone to care like that.

"Fine." he finally grumbled, though his voice had lost its earlier edge. He couldn’t quite bring himself to meet your gaze, instead focusing on the ground as he added, "But it’s really not that bad."

You didn’t seem convinced, but you didn’t push him further. Instead, you smiled—a small, relieved smile that made his chest feel warm in a way he wasn’t used to. "Let’s just get it cleaned up, okay?" you said softly, leading him to a nearby bench.

As you carefully tended to his wound, Megumi found himself stealing glances at you, wondering why you cared so much. You were new to the school, new to his world, and yet here you were, going out of your way to make sure he was alright. It was strange, but also… comforting.

"Why do you care?" he asked quietly, surprising even himself with the question. It wasn’t something he’d meant to say out loud, but now that the words were out there, he couldn’t take them back.

You paused, looking up at him with those kind, worried eyes. "Because you deserve it." you replied simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Everyone deserves to be cared for, you know?"

Your words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, Megumi didn’t know what to say. He’d never thought of himself as someone who deserved kindness, especially not from someone like you. But hearing you say it so matter-of-factly made him wonder if maybe, just maybe, you were right.

You took Megumi to the nurse’s office, your concern evident in every step you took. He had tried to brush off the cut on his arm as no big deal, but you weren’t having any of it. As you entered the office, you headed straight for the supply cabinet, rummaging through it to find the emergency kit.

Megumi watched you with a mixture of apprehension and admiration. His face was tense, a mixture of discomfort and embarrassment clearly visible. He had never been one to draw attention to himself, especially not for something he considered minor. Yet here you were, focused and determined to make sure he was taken care of.

You pulled out the first aid kit and set it on the counter, your hands moving quickly and efficiently. “Alright, let’s get this cleaned up,” you said, your voice steady and reassuring.

Megumi shifted uncomfortably, clearly aware of the fuss you were making. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble. It’s just a scratch,” he muttered, trying to downplay the situation.

You gave him a stern look as you began to clean the cut. “It’s not just a scratch if it’s bleeding. Besides, it’s my job to make sure you’re okay. You’ve been taking care of everyone else, so let me take care of you for once.”

He sighed, though he couldn’t help but feel a little comforted by your persistence. As you carefully applied the antiseptic and bandaged his arm, Megumi stole glances at you, noticing the focused expression on your face. Despite his initial resistance, he was grateful for your concern.

“You really don’t have to do this,” he said again, though his voice lacked conviction this time.

You glanced up at him with a small, reassuring smile. “I know, but I want to. You’ve always been there for me, and it’s only fair that I return the favor. Besides, you look like you’re in no condition to argue right now.”

Megumi managed a small, appreciative smile despite his discomfort. “Thanks. I guess I’m just not used to this… kind of attention.”

You finished wrapping the bandage and patted his shoulder gently. “Well, get used to it. Because I’m not going to let you get away with not taking care of yourself. And don’t think I won’t be checking on you if you ever get hurt again.”

He looked at you, the tension in his face easing as he met your gaze. “I’ll try not to get hurt then. Or at least try to let you know before it gets this bad.”

You laughed softly, your eyes crinkling with warmth. “Good. And remember, if you ever need anything—whether it’s help with a cut or just someone to talk to—I’m always here for you.”

Megumi’s heart swelled with a mix of gratitude and affection. Even though he had tried to downplay the situation, your unwavering concern made him feel valued in a way he hadn’t felt before. He knew that no matter what happened, he could always count on you to be by his side.

As you finished bandaging his cut, Megumi felt a strange sense of calm settle over him. For the first time in a long while, he didn’t feel so alone. Maybe it was because of the way you looked at him, or the way you didn’t push him to talk about things he wasn’t ready to share. Or maybe it was just because you were there, offering your help without expecting anything in return.

"Thanks....I guess." he muttered, his voice softer this time, almost shy. He still wasn’t used to letting people in, but for some reason, with you, it didn’t feel so bad.

You smiled again, that same warm smile that made something inside him flutter. "Anytime." you replied, and Megumi knew you meant it. “Let me take care of you again, okay? When this happens.”

“......You didn’t need to—”

You shake your head, smile even wider. “But I want to, okay?”

He didn’t know how to reply. He rubs the back of his neck. “You’re a weird one.”

“EH!? But I’m not!”

As the two of you sat there, the world seemed to quiet down around him, leaving only the gentle presence of the person who had somehow managed to slip past his defenses and show him a kindness he hadn’t realized he was missing.

Megumi didn’t know what to say. He was used to people either avoiding him or giving him grief for his behavior, but you were different. You weren’t trying to lecture him or push him away. You were just… there, offering your kindness without expecting anything in return.

From that day on, you always treated him with the same patience and understanding, even when he continued to get into trouble. You never judged him, never scolded him. Instead, you listened, offering support when he needed it and giving him space when he didn’t. You seemed to see past the rough exterior, recognizing that there was more to him than just the delinquent reputation he had built.

At first, Megumi didn’t understand why you were so kind to him. He didn’t think he deserved it, and part of him expected you to give up on him eventually. But you never did. No matter how many times he got into trouble, you were always there, offering him a smile or a word of encouragement.

Slowly, he began to soften around you. He started to look forward to the moments when you would seek him out, your presence becoming a source of comfort in his otherwise turbulent life. You became his anchor, the person who made him believe that maybe he wasn’t as bad as he thought.

It wasn’t long before Megumi realized that his feelings for you had grown into something deeper. At first, he had tried to convince himself that what he felt was simply gratitude, an appreciation for the way you treated him with such genuine care and respect. But as time passed, he found himself thinking about you more and more, his thoughts lingering on the little moments you shared.

Like that time in the library, when you had insisted on helping him with his homework. Megumi had been struggling with a particularly difficult problem, his frustration mounting with each failed attempt to solve it. You had noticed his struggle and quietly slid your chair closer to his, gently guiding him through the problem with a patience that both surprised and comforted him.

“There, see? You’re getting it!” you had said, a bright smile lighting up your face as you watched him work through the problem.

Megumi had looked at you then, really looked at you, and something inside him had shifted. It was the way you had been so kind, so encouraging, without a hint of judgment or condescension. The way you had treated him like he mattered, like you genuinely wanted to see him succeed. It was a feeling that was foreign to him, yet it warmed him from the inside out.

Another moment had come when the two of you were walking home from school. It had started to rain unexpectedly, and Megumi had cursed himself for not bringing an umbrella. But before he could worry too much, you had pulled out your own and held it over both of you, smiling up at him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Come on, let’s share. Can’t have you getting soaked.” you had said, your voice cheerful despite the downpour.

As the two of you walked side by side, your shoulders brushing occasionally, Megumi had felt his heart do a strange little flip. He hadn’t been able to stop himself from glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, noticing the way the raindrops clung to your hair, how your smile remained unwavering despite the weather.

In that moment, something had clicked for him. It wasn’t just your kindness that drew him to you—it was the way you made him feel safe, understood, and… cared for.

The realization had hit him one afternoon when you both were at the park. You had been talking animatedly about something, your hands gesturing as you spoke, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

Fushiguro Megumi had been content to just listen, watching the way your expressions changed with every word. And then, without warning, you had turned to him, catching him completely off guard with a look of such warmth and affection that it nearly knocked the breath out of him.

“What?” you had asked, laughing lightly when you noticed the way he was staring.

Megumi had opened his mouth to respond, but no words had come out. Instead, he had felt a strange mix of emotions bubbling up inside him—nervousness, excitement, something that felt suspiciously like hope. It was then that he realized: this wasn’t just friendship or simple admiration. It was something deeper, something more.

He liked you. A lot.

The thought had sent a rush of warmth through his chest, leaving him both exhilarated and terrified. Megumi wasn’t used to these kinds of feelings, and he wasn’t sure what to do with them. But as he looked at you, standing there with that bright smile on your face, he knew one thing for certain—he wanted to be around you, to make you smile like that as often as he could.

“Nothing.” he had finally managed to say, a small, shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I was just… thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” you had asked, tilting your head curiously.

Megumi had hesitated for a moment, but then he had decided to be honest, even if he couldn’t say everything that was on his mind. “About how… I like spending time with you.”

Your smile had grown even brighter at his words, and you had reached out to lightly punch his arm in that playful way you always did. “Well, I like spending time with you too, Megumi.”

And just like that, Megumi had known that he was done for. He liked you—really liked you. And even though the thought scared him, it also filled him with a strange sense of happiness, one that he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt before. From that moment on, Megumi couldn’t deny it anymore. He liked you, and he wanted to see where these feelings would take him.

Looking back, Megumi often finds himself reflecting on how profoundly different his life might have been if you hadn’t approached him that day. It was a pivotal moment, one that he now sees as the turning point in his journey.

Before you, he had felt like a perpetual outsider—misunderstood, labeled as a troublemaker, and largely ignored by those around him. He had been resigned to his role, to the way people saw him, without much hope for change or growth.

But then you came into his life, a beacon of kindness and patience in a world that had been mostly indifferent. You saw something in him that no one else had—a potential for change, a person worth caring for. Your approach had been gentle but resolute, offering him a friendship and understanding that he hadn’t known he needed.

You didn’t judge him for his mistakes or his quiet demeanor; instead, you reached out to him with a genuine concern for his well-being. It was this unassuming kindness that started to crack open the hardened shell he had built around himself.

Now, years later, Megumi often wonders if he would have ever found the strength to change if it hadn’t been for you. He thinks about the way you had treated him back then, how your unwavering support had slowly begun to reshape his view of himself.

It was as if you had quietly whispered to him that he was worth something, that he had the potential to be better, and that there was more to him than just the surface-level troubles. And in doing so, you had planted a seed of hope and self-worth that gradually grew into something stronger and more resilient.

As the two of you sit together now, the evening sun casting a warm, golden glow through the window, Megumi can’t help but be reminded of how far he’s come. The comfort and familiarity of your presence have become a cherished part of his life.

He often steals glances at you, unable to fully comprehend just how lucky he is to have someone like you by his side. The way you’re sitting there, so effortlessly at ease, makes his heart swell with a deep affection that words can hardly capture.

You’ve caught him staring more than once, and each time, you respond with that soft, knowing smile that makes his heart skip a beat. It’s a smile that reassures him, that reminds him of the love that started on that day in junior high, when you saw him not as a problem or a troublemaker, but as someone worthy of care and respect. That smile, simple yet profound, continues to be a source of comfort and joy for him, a daily reminder of how much you mean to him.

In those moments, as he looks at you and sees the warmth in your eyes and the gentle curve of your lips, Megumi is filled with a deep sense of gratitude. He thinks about how his life might have been different without your influence, and he realizes just how much you’ve changed him. The love he feels for you is rooted in that initial connection, and it has only grown deeper and stronger with time.

Megumi knows now that the love he has for you began with that first act of kindness you showed him, and it has only been enriched by the years you’ve spent together. As he sits there beside you, basking in the glow of the setting sun and the warmth of your presence, he can’t help but feel that he has found something truly extraordinary—something that started with a simple gesture of care and has blossomed into a love that he never thought possible.

You lean in slightly, noticing how quiet he’s been. "Megumi. Oiiiiiii, Megu–Megu~ Gumiiiiii!”

He sighed, looking at you. You have energy again, after resting. “What is it?”

“You truly okay?" you ask, your voice gentle and inviting.

He hesitates, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "It’s nothing. Don’t worry about me.” he mumbles, looking down at his hands, fidgeting slightly. "Just thinking about the past. Nostalgia."

You tilt your head, your eyes sparkling with curiosity and affection. You smiled. "You’re always so cute, Megumi.” You sighed, as you reached out gently to touch his hand. ”You’ve been staring at me all evening. If you have something to say, you can tell me, okay?”

Megumi swallows, gathering his courage. "It’s just… your eyes…" he finally says, his voice barely above a whisper. "They’re… really beautiful. And just…..you. I think how lucky I am to be with you.”

You blink in surprise, not expecting such a heartfelt compliment from him. "Oh, my beloved Megumi." you murmur, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Thank you."

Megumi slowly looks up at you then, his own eyes filled with a tender sincerity that makes your heart flutter. He took a breath before letting his eyes wander at the sight of you, his beloved marvel. His wonder in life. He gives you a faint smile.

"When you look at me like that… it feels like I’m seeing stars." he continues, his voice growing softer, more vulnerable. "Like… every time I see your eyes, it’s the most beautiful part of my day. And… I don’t know how to say this right, but… it’s like there’s love shining behind them, so much that it feels like heaven."

Your heart swells with emotion, and you squeeze his hand gently. You lifted his hand to your lips and looked at him tenderly as you pressed your lips against the top of his hand. He doesn’t know when his heart will calm down. But when it’s you, he doubts if it will ever happen.

"Megumi, that’s one of the sweetest things you’ve ever said to me." you reply, your voice filled with warmth. "And just so you know, when I look at you, I feel the same way. You make every day feel like the brightest one I’ve ever had. Because when I look at you, I ask, ‘how did I deserve this boy?’ Because, you’re too good to me.”

He smiles shyly, his blush deepening as he takes in your words. "I’m glad….that you feel like I do too." he murmurs, his fingers intertwined with yours.

"I always will." You reassured him, grinning at him lovingly.

"I… I’m not good with words, but I want you to know how much you mean to me. Every time you look at me, it’s like… it’s like I’m the luckiest person in the world."

You lean in closer, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "You don’t have to say much, Megumi. I can see it in your eyes too." you whisper, your breath warm against his skin. “That’s more than enough for me, know that. Okay?”

Megumi’s heart swells, and for a moment, he forgets about his usual shyness. "I love you." he says softly, the words slipping out before he can stop them. “More than you’ll ever know.”

Your smile widens, your eyes shining even brighter. "I love you too, Megumi." you reply, your voice filled with the same sincerity and warmth that he sees in your gaze every day.

And in that moment, with your hands intertwined and your eyes locked, Fushiguro Megumi knows that there’s nothing more beautiful than the love you both share. And he truly believes that. He thinks that you’re the love of his life. And he has no intention of letting you go.

Megumi's heart races as the words hang in the air between you. He's never been the best at expressing his feelings, but something about being with you makes it easier—like the words come naturally when you're around. You pull back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes again, your own filled with the same warmth and love that makes his heart flutter.

"You know, Megumi." you start, your voice soft and affectionate, "I always feel like I’m the luckiest person too. Because even when you're quiet or shy, I can feel everything you don’t say in the way you look at me. It’s like you’re telling me a million things with just a glance."

He bites his lip, trying to find the right words to respond. "It’s hard for me to… say things out loud sometimes. And it’s hard to be honest at times." he admits, his gaze lowering for a moment before meeting yours again. "But when I’m with you, it feels different. Because when I’m with you, I’m just….me.”

You smile at him, a soft, understanding smile that makes him feel even more at ease. "You don’t have to say everything, Megumi." you reassure him. "I can see it in your actions, in the way you care for me, and in those beautiful eyes of yours. You’re always telling me how you feel, even when you think you’re not. I love that about you, don’t worry.”

Megumi blushes, the compliment making him feel a mix of embarrassment and joy. "You… you think my eyes are beautiful?" he asks, his voice small, almost disbelieving.

"Of course I do." you reply, leaning in to rest your forehead against his. "They’re one of my favorite things about you. They’re so expressive, even when you’re being quiet. I can always tell what you’re feeling just by looking into them. Your eyelashes too. They’re always pretty!”

His breath hitches at the closeness, your words making his heart swell with emotion. "I… I’m glad you think that." he murmurs, his eyes locked onto yours. "Because… When I look at you, I see everything I could ever want.”

Your heart skips a beat at his confession, and you close the small distance between you, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. It’s soft, sweet, and full of the love that you both share, a love that needs no words to be understood.

When you pull back, you see that Megumi’s face is a deep shade of red, but there’s a small, content smile on his lips that makes your heart soar. "You really know how to say the perfect thing, don’t you?" you tease lightly, brushing a stray strand of hair away from his face.

He chuckles softly, his shyness momentarily forgotten as he looks at you with nothing but affection. "Only because it’s you." he replies, his voice steady and full of sincerity. "You make it easy."

You both sit there for a moment, just enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence. Megumi’s hand is still entwined with yours, and he gives it a gentle squeeze, as if to remind himself that this is real—that you’re real, and that you’re his.

"I never thought I’d be this happy, you know?" he admits quietly, almost as if he’s afraid that saying it out loud might break the spell. "But with you… it’s like every day is a dream."

You smile, your heart swelling with love for the boy who, despite his quiet demeanor, has given you more happiness than you ever imagined. "Then let’s keep dreaming together, Megumi." you whisper, leaning in for another kiss. "Because I never want this to end."

The warmth of the setting sun bathed the room in a golden hue, casting a gentle glow that seemed to amplify the intimacy of the moment. Megumi and you were nestled comfortably together, sharing a quiet sense of peace that had settled between you. This was paradise, Megumi thinks. This was heaven on earth. You and you alone, in his arms — he could not ask for anything more.

Megumi glanced at you again, his eyes reflecting the soft light. “What good did I do to be with you?”

You tilted your head, smiling at him with a mixture of curiosity and affection. “Why do you say that? What makes you feel that way? You did everything good. You do deserve me."

He hesitated, his gaze falling to the floor as he tried to find the right words. “It’s just… you’ve always been there for me, even when I didn’t really know what I needed. I was so closed off and messed up back then. But you saw something in me, something I didn’t even see in myself.”

You reached out, gently placing your hand on his cheek to lift his gaze to meet yours. “I saw a person who needed kindness and understanding, and I’m really glad I could be there for you. But you did the hard part, Megumi. You changed and grew, and that’s all you.”

He shook his head slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. “I couldn’t have done it without you. And now, every day with you feels like a gift. I keep thinking about how different things could have been if you hadn’t come into my life. It’s overwhelming sometimes.”

You chuckled softly, your fingers brushing his hair back from his forehead. “Well, I’m glad I did. And I’m glad you’re here with me now. It’s like we were meant to find each other, don’t you think?”

Megumi nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. “Yeah, it does feel like that. I keep thinking about how we met and how everything just seemed to fall into place after that. It’s like you were the missing piece I didn’t know I needed.”

Your eyes sparkled with affection as you leaned closer. “And you were the person who showed me what it means to be patient and understanding. We’ve both learned so much from each other.”

He smiled, a rare, genuine smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. “You’ve made me a better person. I feel like I’ve become more open, more willing to trust and care. It’s all because of you.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you wrapped your arms around him in a gentle hug. “I’m just glad I could be a part of your journey. And I’m excited for everything that’s still to come for us.”

Megumi returned the hug, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. “Me too. I want to make sure I’m always there for you, supporting you just like you’ve supported me. I don’t want you to ever doubt how much you mean to me.”

You pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, a soft smile playing on your lips. “You don’t have to worry about that. I know exactly how much I mean to you. And I’ll always be here for you, just like you’ve always been there for me.”

As the two of you sat together, the warmth of the setting sun casting a gentle glow over the room, Megumi felt an overwhelming sense of contentment. He knew that with you by his side, every day would be brighter, every challenge more bearable.

And as he looked into your eyes, he realized that the love he felt was a constant, reassuring presence—one that made everything feel right in the world.

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Imagination was always considered the opposite of reality, we learnt to distinguish the two at a young age. Even though imagination and reality are really twins of different faces in the same coin, made from the same flame. Say, we use the limited logic this world has taught us; even imagination is the mother of creations, and this is most likely because someone had to envision how to make an air conditioner. The only thing that comes before imagination is consciousness, which is something you and I both have, and it’s a tool that’s not utilized as often.

Philosopher Mary Shepherd emphasized on the idea that there must be a start to everything, a sudden movement in nothingness before something can truly “exist”. Which is a vague point but really, it made sense in this context – imagination is the start to everything. Just by painting a picture in your head, it breathes life into the knowledge that your imagination exists in another realm. If we combine that with the law of assumption, it makes an incredibly powerful mixing pot. What exists in your mind can and will reflect into physicality, the self is the first movement and starting of an existence, but only if you allow it.

Lack is an illusion but it is there to help you realize what you want, therefore is the first act into actual manifestation. When you stop perceiving lack as something negative, you’ll start to observe it as a beneficialness, thus you won’t put it on a pedestal. Unfortunate circumstances can be bent to our will, if we so much as imagine that we’re living a completely different life. Neville had to experience yearning for return, for him to realize that he didn’t want to fight in the war.

Lack → Realization → Imagination → “Reality”

In Law of Assumption and Dualism, the mind and body are two separate matters that can be distinguishable. Emotions do not affect the process of manifestation, it can influence imaginations but with little effect, unless you (the self, the soul) allows yourself to be caged in your own body. This is why many loa bloggers tell you that it is okay to feel negative emotions, as long as you don’t let it dictate what your reality looks like. Stick to the inner-self perception of reality and keep persisting till the birth of physicality. It doesn’t matter what the body senses and sees, it is no longer your reality, a completely separate nature. Although do what you must while also keep sticking to the inner reality.

With such an incredible tool in your possession, why not cultivate it?

#loa blog #loa tumblr #loassumption #law of assumption #void state #manifesation #neville goddard #reality shifting #shifting blog #shifting community

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aventurineswife · 27 days ago

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Where the Lost Find Home

Summary: Jing Yuan encounters an otherworldly fairy who stowed away on his ship after fleeing the destruction of her world. Drawn to her fragile resilience, he guides her as she adjusts to life aboard the Luofu. As the fairy finds a new home, Jing Yuan rediscovers a long-forgotten warmth, a spark of hope that softens his centuries-hardened heart.

Tags: @thalita2, Jing Yuan x Fairy!Fem!Reader, Slow Burn, Found Family, Emotional Healing, Emotional Exploration, Comfort and Angst, Romantic Undertones.

Warnings: Mentions of loss and grief (fairy’s race is extinct), Gentle romance (slow development), Healing and self-discovery, Light angst, Themes of loneliness and survivor's guilt, Light romantic tension and introspection.

The stars above the Xianzhou Luofu were more than just celestial bodies. To some, they were the beacons of destiny; to others, the silent witnesses of countless ages. Jing Yuan, Arbiter-General of the Xianzhou Alliance and leader of the Cloud Knights, often found solace in the stillness of space. His usual calm demeanor belied the depth of his experience—he had lived long enough to see civilizations rise and fall, and yet he remained an unwavering fixture among the cosmos. His time was spent in quiet vigilance, managing peace through foresight and precision.

However, peace was never absolute.

One day, while taking his customary walk through the royal garden aboard the Luofu, he sensed something... unusual. A faint, almost imperceptible presence—a flutter of movement that didn’t belong to any known creature. It piqued his interest, though his expression remained neutral, a quiet curiosity lurking beneath his composed facade.

It wasn't long before he discovered the source of the disturbance: a small figure darting between the blooming flowers. A tiny creature, no bigger than a hand, with delicate wings shimmering in the moonlight. Her wings glowed faintly as she tried to remain hidden among the petals.

Jing Yuan paused, observing her from a distance. He had seen many strange things in his long years, but this was new. The creature was obviously not of any known species within the Xianzhou Alliance—at least, not one he'd ever encountered.

As if sensing his gaze, the fairy froze, her wings vibrating as she turned to face him. Her eyes locked with his sharp gaze, and for a moment, there was a palpable silence between them, the air thick with unspoken understanding.

“You are… lost, little one?” Jing Yuan's voice, smooth as silk, cut through the stillness.

The fairy, though small, stood her ground. “I… I didn’t mean to intrude,” she replied, her voice soft yet tinged with a quiet sadness. “My race is no more. I... I was born to a dying world, and when I had the chance, I fled. This ship... it passed by my planet, and I… I took a chance.”

Jing Yuan's gaze softened, a flicker of empathy in his eyes. “You are far from home. And yet, here you are, trying to find a place where none exists.”

The fairy nodded, unsure of how to proceed. "I don't know where else to go. I don’t even know where I am."

“Xianzhou Luofu,” Jing Yuan explained gently. “A place for the living and the lost.”

For the next few days, they spent time together, him guiding her through the intricacies of the Luofu while she marveled at the new world. Despite her small size, she seemed to have an insatiable curiosity, exploring everything from the ornate architecture to the vast skies above. Jing Yuan found himself drawn to her quiet resilience. There was an ethereal grace to her—an aura of sadness, yet also one of hope, as if she sought to rebuild what had been lost.

It was on the fourth day that the first magical change occurred.

As Jing Yuan watched the fairy with a rare smile, she suddenly shimmered, her wings glowing brighter than ever before. The light expanded, and in an instant, the small figure before him grew, her form shifting until she stood at the height of a normal human. The fairy stumbled a bit at the change, adjusting to her newfound size, while Jing Yuan simply observed with a mixture of awe and curiosity.

"Are you... alright?" he asked, though his voice was laced with concern.

"I... I think so," she replied, testing her newfound height, stretching her arms out. "This is... so strange. I can feel everything so much clearer. The ground feels different under my feet. The air... it’s more expansive." Her voice was filled with wonder, but also confusion. "How is this even possible?"

Jing Yuan stepped closer, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "I suspect it has something to do with the magic of the stars. It is rare for such transformations to occur, but not impossible. We will need to take this slowly, however."

The fairy nodded, her face a mix of awe and unease. "But... what do I do now?"

Jing Yuan gave a small, reassuring smile. "Now, you learn how to live in this form."

And so, they spent days together as she adjusted to her new life. Jing Yuan was patient, offering guidance as she navigated this new world. He took her to quiet corners of the Luofu, showing her how to blend in with the other inhabitants without drawing too much attention. Though her heart was still heavy with the weight of her past, the new world she now inhabited seemed to offer her a glimpse of possibility.

She found herself growing fond of the gentle commander. There was an ease about him that made her feel safe. His calm, calculating demeanor was a balm to the uncertainty she carried in her heart. He never judged her for her past; rather, he listened, offering advice without pressure.

And as the days passed, she noticed something in his eyes—a warmth, a subtle affection that had begun to grow between them. Though he rarely showed it, the fairy could feel it. He was not just the strategic leader of the Cloud Knights; he was a man who, despite his wisdom and his years, had never lost the ability to care deeply for others.

Yet, Jing Yuan’s feelings were more complicated than they seemed. He had lived for centuries, seen countless faces come and go, but the fairy was different. She was a symbol of lost innocence, of something pure that had somehow survived the ravages of time. As she adjusted to her new form, Jing Yuan found himself yearning to protect that fragile hope she carried within her—a hope he hadn’t realized he still possessed until she arrived.

"You've changed." he said one evening as they sat atop the Luofu’s highest tower, watching the stars. The wind carried a soft hum through the air, and the fairy’s wings fluttered gently in the breeze.

"How so?" she asked, looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty.

"You've become... more than just a wisp of light in the darkness," he replied, his voice soft. "You’ve become a part of this place, and in doing so, a part of me."

The fairy looked at him, her heart fluttering, and for the first time in ages, she felt like she was home. She had found a friend, and perhaps, something more.

The path ahead was uncertain, but for now, they walked it together, side by side.

And for Jing Yuan, though time had long since stripped him of the ability to feel the simple joys of life, this fairy—this once tiny, fragile creature—had brought a spark of warmth back into his world.

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lavishlyleo · 1 year ago

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Astrology Observations 5

One thing I've noticed with Gemini Moons is that while they do love to talk to people and share their thoughts, if they aren't interested in the conversation's topic or if you stay on one topic for too long, they tend to zone out. If they aren't very invested in the convo at hand it will be VERY noticeable (e.g. blank stares, they suddenly go very quiet, dry repetitive responses, checking their phone frequently).

The same can be said for individuals with a lot of Air in their charts in general, especially Gemini and Libra. It can be hard to keep these individuals attention for prolonged periods of time. They like to cut to the interesting part so keep what you have to say very brief and to the point.

Not something Leo Moons are known for, but that I've noticed is that they can be really good at analyzing peoples behavior. Like, they'll see how someone acts and can make connections to their own behavior to understand some elses emotions and feelings. It's how many Leo Moons relate to people, bonus points if their Moon is in a water house!

In your Natal chart, if your ruling planet 's transit is in opposition or square with your natal ruling planet's sign, it can indicate a period of bad luck and hardship. It may feel like the world is against you at the moment, especially if said aspect is in a less than 5° orb. Not a great transit aspect to have.

For example, My ruling planet is Jupiter (Sag Rising) and it's in Scorpio at 9°. IRONICALLY ENOUGH, in my Solar Return chart for this year, Jupiter is in Taurus at 9°. So I'm expecting a lot to happen this year. Later on this year I'll make an update on this aspect.

If you have Scorpio or Pisces in your SR top 3 this year, don't take this lightly!! Like I said in my last post with manifestations, this will be a year that your manifestation power is at an all time high! You may literally speak things into existence, for better or for worse.

On the topic of Scorpio/Pisces SR top three, my advice for this (and I'm speaking from experience) is try to think about things you want to happen, not things you don't want or like. For example, if you think about how much you don't like a certain person, later on down the line you may find yourself suddenly coming back in contact with that person a lot more, when either you wanted to or not.

People with Cancer personal placements, I'd advise you to frequently check the Moon's transit and positions! Whenever it's the full or new moon, keep tabs on what happens those days and how you feel. Let me know in the comments anything interesting that's happened to yall during those times!

I've said this once and I'll say it again, Scorpio Mars are some of the most PERSISTENT people I've ever seen. When it comes to their desires, NOTHING stands in their way. However this can be detrimental if it's bad habits like drinking, smoking, stealing, ect. One way or another they will get what they want, even if it costs them everything. These people can truly be the victim of their own desires. Honorary mention- Taurus Mars.

Listen, if you ever need someone to promote your music, call an Aquarius Venus/Dominant person. I swear to god these people listen to the most obscure, outta pocket things I've ever heard.

Taurus 6th/5th housers tend to be those people at work that live by the slow and steady motto. They don't like to rush and do a sloppy job on whatever their working on.

On the other hand, Aries 6th/5th housers may be very fast workers, and it usually works well for them, works well under pressure. not the most thorough people but for the most part they get the job done.

People with a lot of Gemini and Leo placements in their chart tend to give off Aries energy.

Capricorn and Scorpio relationships are literally ride or die. I know a couple with many of these placements and they are so possessive of each other. Even after heated arguments and many hardships, they always come back together and work out their issues, it's really sweet!

When in an awkward situation, Libra Risings tend to try and break the tension first. Sometimes they can make the situation more awkward doing this but they're always the ones to bring the vibes back to the way they were, so I appreciate it. Gemini Risings may also do this but can be slightly more unhinged in their methods. I love both regardless for it😭💕.

The reason puberty for all of us hits hard is because it's around this time that Saturn is usually in the sign opposite from our Saturn sign. It makes a lot of sense when you think about it, itcchanges a lot of what we focus on and introduces us to new struggles. Although with Saturn retrograde, the age of which these changes can affect us can range from 13 all the way up to 25. Saturn is trying to toughen us up before we become adults.

What your Rising Sign's season is may be the season/months you prefer. For example, I'm a Sagittarius Rising and I tend to like late fall/early winter.

Your Moon sign can show how you process not just your emotions, but how you handle other peoples emotions, and how you relate to them. For example, a Leo Moon may relate to others by thinking of themselves in someone elses shoes, and how they would handle situations. While a Gemini Moon may relate other peoples emotions with stories from others that they've heard, and use what they've observed from other people to help others.

Venus PC Moon can also show this, I'd look at both sign's relationship to see the full picture of how one truly processes theirs and others emotions.

Moon/Pluto Aspects in someone's chart can show a relationship where however the mother treats the native, is how the native will end up treating her as they get older. For example, if the mother was negligent to the native in their younger years, then as they get older they will have a detached and impersonal attitude towards her. Basically the natives mirror how they were nurtured in youth.

"She say do you love me, I tell her only partly. I only love my bed and my mama I'm sorry." -Drake, a Cancer Moon.

People who say Gemini/Libra placements are indecisive have CLEARLY never met someone with many personal fire placements, especially if it's their top 3. Fire sign energy is naturally high and can be all over the place sometimes, this can include their thoughts and decision making as well, mostly concerning the direction of their passions and work. They may have a million ideas of what they're about to do but have trouble slowing down and planning it all out into managable chunks at a time. Will fight for what they want but may have trouble picking their battles wisely.

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Most traditional boxing instructors will tell you that if the opponent is taller than you, has longer arms than you, or is heavier than you, you're fucked and you need to stay extremely aware and work really hard to compensate for all the advantage he has over you.

In a recent forensic survey, it was determined that most traditional boxing instructors who get into real world altercations die when they're shot in the head.

This is the problem with a lot of these kinds of arguments. No one practices traditional boxing. At least, no one does so publicly. How do I know this? Because traditionally boxers fought in the nude. Yeah, we're not seeing that, are we? Now, maybe they meant bare knuckle boxing, but really no one does that either, these days. Boxing without safety equipment is not a particularly good idea, for fairly obvious reasons.

The only reason the word, “traditional,” is in the ask is to lend their statement unearned credibility. It's an attempt to make their statement sound more authoritative, without offering any evidence to support the statement.

Who said that?

“Traditional people did.”

Okay, but, 'traditionally,' people cleaned shit off their ass with a stick. So, maybe appealing to Hellenic sports isn't the best gauge of how a fight will play out.

Also, I know I just said it, but, who are these authoritative sports guys? Because they're not named. We're simply told, “most,” of them agree. Which starts to sound a lot like “four out of five dentists agree.” Who are these instructors? What do they teach? Why are the currently in prison for indecent exposure? And how much did you pay them to get their uninformed opinion? Salient questions which may need to be answered, if the original question wasn't invalid on its face.

Why do I say it's invalid?

Because boxing isn't fighting.

Boxing is a sport.

Boxing has rules.

Kick your opponent in the groin, or shin, and you're punished.

Step on their foot, push them, and watch them tumble to the ground before you start stomping on them, and you'll be punished.

Throwing your opponent will be punished.

And of course, as mentioned at the top, pulling out a gun and expanding your opponent's mental horizons is extremely frowned upon.

These are all things that can happen in a real fight.

These are all things that do not benefit from increased height or reach.

There is one genuinely accurate statement. In a fight, you do need to be very aware of what's going on around you. Everything else is the product of someone who's been punched in the head repeatedly until the CTEs got them thinking that boxing is analogous to a real fight in any way. (And, statistically, will probably end their career sitting in a jail cell over an aggravated assault charge, because their emotional self-control was completely destroyed by those same head injuries.)

The rules that boxers need to follow are designed to (somewhat) protect the participants. It reduces the dangers of a boxer being killed in the ring. In an observation that I would hope to be self-evident, those rules don't exist in actual combat.

It's also amusing, because the original Asker had to go so far as to single out an ill-defined, “traditional” boxing, because no other martial art they checked gave them the soundbite they wanted.

And, of course, women box. Historically, you could say, “traditionally,” there were even boxing matches between men and women. It wasn't until the 1880s that women were excluded from competitive boxing in the UK. (I'm not sure of the exact date when women were banned from boxing in the US, though that prohibition lasted for less than a century, before the modern return of women to the sport.)

So, either these “traditional instructors” don't know the history of their own sport... which doesn't sound particularly “traditional” to me, or they're full of shit.

My advice to everyone would be, maybe, don't take the advice of a sports coach about how he's secretly an absolute badass in all the delusional fantasies he's cooked up about how he'd like to inflict violence on others because they wouldn't date him.

-Starke

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australianbeyonce · 7 months ago

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𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒊’𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑱𝒐𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒛𝒂’𝒔 ‘𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇’

ch 1: the quantum you

we are part of a vast, invisible field of energy, which contains all possible realities and responds to our thoughts and feelings.

your thoughts have consequences so great that they create your reality.

we don’t have to settle for our present reality; we can create a new one, whenever we choose to.

your thoughts shape your destiny.

everything in your life is not solid matter—rather, it’s all fields of energy and frequency patterns of information.

energy responds to your mindful attention and becomes matter.

everything in our physical reality exists as pure potential.

if subatomic particles can exist in an infinite number of possible places simultaneously, we are potentially capable of collapsing into existence an infinite number of possible realities.

if you can imagine a future event in your life based on any one of your personal desires, that reality already exists as a possibility in the quantum field, waiting to be observed by you.

you are powerful enough to influence matter because at the most elementary level you are energy with a consciousness.

we don’t need to be touching or even in close proximity to any physical elements in the quantum field to affect or be affected by them.

the “you” that exists in a probable future is already connected to the “you” in this now.

when you hold clear focused thoughts about your purpose, accompanied by your passionate emotional engagement, you broadcast a stronger electromagnetic signal that pulls you toward a potential reality that matches what you want.

hold a clear intention of what you want, but leave the “how” details to the unpredictable and quantum field. let it orchestrate an event in your life in a way that is just right for you.

when you do create purposefully, request a sign from the quantum consciousness that you have made contact with it. dare to ask for synchronicities related to your specific desired outcomes. when you do, you are being bold enough to want to know that this consciousness is real and that it is aware of your efforts.

since the quantum field is nothing but immaterial probability, it is outside of space and time. as soon as we observe one of those infinite probabilities and give it material reality, it acquires those two characteristics.

chapters cont. below

ch 2: overcoming your environment

the subjective mind has an effect on the objective world.

an observer can affect the subatomic world and influence a specific event.

if you can influence your brain to change before you experience a desired future event, you will create the appropriate neural circuits that will enable you to behave in alignment with your intention before it becomes a reality in your life. through your own repeated mental rehearsal of a better way to think, act, or be, you will “install” the neural hardware needed to physiologically prepare you for the new event.

ch 3: overcoming your body

every potential already exists

when you have thoughtfully rehearsed a future reality until your brain has physically changed to look like it had the experience, you have emotionally embraced a new intention so many times that your body is altered to reflect that it has has the experience, hang on… because this is the moment the event finds you.

ch 4: overcoming time

in the present, all potentials exist simultaneously in the field. when we stay present, when we are “in the moment,” we can move beyond space and time, and we can make any one of those potentials a reality. when we are mired in the past, however, none of those new potentials exist.

if we focus on an intended future event and then plan how we will prepare or behave, there will be a moment when we are so clear and focused on that possible future that the thoughts we are thinking will begin to become the experience itself.

you have all the neurological machinery to transcend time.

ch 5: survival vs. creation

as our emotions become more elevated, we naturally ascend to a higher level of consciousness, closer to source… and feel more connected to universal intelligence.

when you’re living in the elevated emotion of creation, you feel so lifted that you would never try to analyze how or when a chosen destiny will arrive. you trust that it will happen because you have already experienced it.

do you it has already occurred in no space, no time, no place, from which all things material spring forth. you are in a state of knowingness; you can relax into the present and no longer live in survival.

to anticipate or analyze when, where, or how the event will occur will only cause you to return to your old identity.

ch 6: three brains: thinking to doing to being

it’s often useful to compare one’s brain to a computer, and it’s true that yours already has the hardware you’ll need to change your “self” and your life.

because you are thinking and feeling differently, you are changing reality.

you can��t think one way and feel another and expect anything in your life to change.

change your state of being… and change your reality.

choose a potential reality that you want, live it in your thoughts and feelings.

give thanks ahead of the actual event.

when your body experiences that the event is occurring in that moment and feels real to you, based solely on what you’re focused on mentally and feeling emotionally, then you are experiencing the future now.

ch 7: the gap

imagine how much good you could do by converting any destructive energy to productive energy. contemplate what you could accomplish if you weren’t focused on survival (a selfish emotion), but instead worked to create out of positive intentions (a selfless emotion).

ask yourself: what energy from past experiences (in the form of limited emotions) am i holding on to that reinforces my past identity and emotionally attaches me to my current circumstances? could i use this same energy and transform it into an elevated state from which to create a new and different outcome?

and do you know the funny thing about not wanting of lacking for anything? that’s when you can really begin to manifest things naturally.

ch 8: meditation, demystifying the mystical, and waves of your future

decide to stop being the old you

once that emotion is created you begin to feel like your new ideal, and that new feeling will start to become familiar. remember that when your body begins to respond as if the experience is already present reality, you will signal your genes in new ways… and your body will commence to change now, ahead of the physical event in your life.

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astro observations 8

though most of us think we've learned everything about our own chart, yea we’ve seen it countless times, yet we're always learning new things because we go through experiences that activate and awaken certain parts we either forgot about or overlooked. I shared many of my personal experiences in this post of things I realized later or thought were insignificant.

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🎻 People with capricorn placements tend to be remembered fondly after their death. The type of artists that listening to their music takes you to a different era and makes you feel nostalgic to a time period you never existed in. They also can easily bring old trends, styles or music genres back to life. Signs that are also remembered after death are aquarius and pisces. I always notice it with those last three signs or degrees of these signs.

🎻 It is said that the moon matures at 24°, so I got a degree observation with that. If you have it at 24° or close to it, 23° or 22°, you may feel like you've experienced the full spectrum of emotions and matured so much in your early 20s. In your childhood and teenage years, you may remember dealing with emotions immaturely, possibly acting out with the negative traits of the moon sign. At 24, you feel more aware and in control of your emotions, like you ended a cycle. Your emotional intelligence becomes evident. The emotional world of these natives is almost entirely internal. They do best when they can deal with their emotions in solitude. They're seen as detached no matter how open they get. They keep people guessing what they're feeling and they tend to have a wise aura.

🎻 With moon at degrees from 25° to 29°, natives may feel like they need to share their emotions with either someone close or the world in general, or even through a hobby they have. They may want to be vocal and expressive about how they feel. They tend to be relatable and make others feel heard through just expressing themselves and being open. They may also experience some heartbreaks, making them stronger, braver and and more willing to share how they feel.

🎻 Moon at degrees from 0° to 21° tend to resonate very much with the sign of their moon degree. They might even be mistaken as having their moon in the the sign of that degree. They're seen as energetic and youthful. They often go through trials and errors in testing their emotional depth. They may have been adventurous growing up, experimenting with things and testing where they feel safest and most secure. They may cling into things, and can be codependent on others. They learn how to develop a sense of detachment as they reach their 20s.

^ if you have your moon at 0° to 21°, which I'm least familiar with cuz I don't meet many ppl with these degrees, please do tell me how it resonates with you and your experience with your moon.

🎻 I noticed that most iconic artists have significant uranus or neptune aspects in their chart, conjunction and oppositions with personal planets in particular. I associate these two planets with artistic abilities and talents. Both give visionary minds and expand the imagination. They are outer and generational planets, so whatever art these ppl create is impactful and undeniably timeless.

🎻 Your first love or just the person you first felt really intimately connected to may have placements or degrees of the sign of your 8th house. I have an 8th house in capricorn and my first love had a cap sun and stellium and an aqua stellium.

🎻 In my experience the 8th house is more important in relationships than the 7th. To me the 7th is about connections in general. Even though I have sag in the 7th and pluto right there, I obvs anticipated a significant relationship with a sag or something but it never happened lol. I end up having a casual and lighthearted connection with them, the traits they embody compliments my rising and it's an easy going connection that stays in the friend zone. Not with cap men, even if I want to be friends with them, there's tension that either drifts us apart fearing the friendship or it instantly develops to an intense relationship. It's because my 8th house is in capricorn, and my pluto and mars are both at 10°. So check the degrees too.

🎻 For the longest time I resonated with being way more plutonian than saturnian, because I don't have any capricorn placements or significant saturn aspects, but so many obvious plutonian aspects. But once saturn hit the highest point in my chart, conjuncting my mc, I realized how much this planet affected my life all along and I was oblivious. For instance, I have so many capricorn degrees and sun in the 10th. I was overlooking that I have capricorn in the 8th and 9th, which means saturn rules both houses, and it rules the 10th too since it's in aquarius plus at 22°. I also have a stellium in the 11th with saturn right at the cusp there, so it even influences the the house that is most active in my chart. Can't wait for saturn 11th transit 💀

🎻 Speaking of that, if you have sun in the 10th house, you probably try hard not to look or sound arrogant because people tend to think you're confident even if you're not. Whenever you speak people listen and others may hate on you for thinking you're better than them and you don't even know them lol. It's so hard to make friends with this but I don't hate it, because it gives me the strategic ways to be persuasive and get my way with authority figures. May apply to leo in the 10th or people with cap/leo mix (I bet y'all were called arrogant at least once lol).

🎻 As someone that is very influenced by pluto (square sun, trine venus, semi-sextile mars, conjunct chiron, opposite ascendant, quintile mc), I painfully understand how plutonians feel like their struggles are never rewarded, at least not the reward they anticipated. Yknow with saturn you go through hardship you learn this and that and you get tangible fucking results that you can fucking see. With pluto what is it again? your inner strength and eventual realization of "ta-daaa you went through it, you thought you couldn’t.. that's the reward". Plutonians out there waiting to be truly happy, truly loved, truly effing rich 💀 and get a damn break.

🎻 Another aspect I overlooked was mars opposite saturn, just because I have it at 10°, but I experienced every single thing related to this aspect. I feel like I learned so much about it the hard way and I wanted to do a post sharing what I learned with people that got mars-saturn harsh aspects. If you have it, your flow of energy may be a little off, not knowing when to STOP doing a task and when to start again. Being stubborn with your work wanting it to be done instantly and perfectly like your body is some type of machine taking orders, but saturn will put obstacles in your way until you learn patience and contentment. Can be harder to deal with if mars is in a fixed or cardinal sign.

🎻 With mars-saturn harsh aspects, you may feel the urge to act on your martian qualities but if you disregard what saturn is there for, you'll find yourself back at square one. It's about listening to your body and not ignoring your physical and mental exhaustions. Taking short breaks and organizing your time instead of giving up all together in rage. You're not running out of time if you do so, in fact pushing through too hard is what's a waste of time. It's not a wise use of energy because your work won't be as efficient and your perfectionist ass will redo it. If there's an absence of a healthy work-life balance, these natives can internalize a tremendous amount of anger that can be detrimental to their health.

🎻 I always laugh at capricorns saying that capricorn is a cursed sign because it's so true but also absolutely untrue at the same time. 💀 These natives need to understand certain life patterns, qualities and duties that once figured out unlocks so much success and tangible results that are long lasting. Cap placements especially sun and stelliums give me the sense that they inherited some of their ancestors qualities, if you believe in that, but they go through some hardships with the patterns that come with these qualities. They have a choice to cut the patterns that don't serve them, whether in behaviors or ways of thinking and utilise what they already have with persistence and strategy.

🎻 Well it's march already, who's excited for a little pluto break? It's finally leaving capricorn and entering aquarius on the 23rd and I can't wait tbh. It's like a more intense uranus in aquarius transit, yes we will see a new sense of freedom, some drastic changes, and some said authentic people popping up, new sources of income, new values that aren't necessarily money related, systems that aren't as controlling, maybe new communities or apps on the internet that are annoyingly trendy. But with pluto we will see the shadow side of all of that, so buckle up and get ready lol. It's a gradual change tho I don't expect much to happen this year, but we can always be shocked. Also side thought, if your kids are gonna have pluto in aquarius they may be even brattier and harder to control than pluto sag gen.

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yumecel · 12 days ago

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Closer to God ❤️

yandere wriothesley / reader | 3k words

summary: the duke finds himself fascinated with you. to an almost unhealthy degree. scratch that, it is unhealthy. but in the underground world of vitamin D deficiencies, questionable mystery meats, and near-agoraphobia towards the overworld, does the “health” of one’s desires really matter so much?

character specifics: uhhh i think nothing but so heavily written from reader’s perspective that you may not feel his essence is fully Captured

reader specifics: female reader girl/she/wife terms

world specifics: i have no idea how fontaines legal system works and it will show. hinted matchmaker sigewinne but don’t hate her

tws: yandere, non con kissing, stalking

a/n: i could chew through fucking steel right now i am so full of lust and felt possessed to write something to this iconic song despite there being NO ACTUAL SMUT sorry.

i promise i’m 18+, i promise i’m okay with seeing dark content, i know this will haunt me in the world to come should i lie [yes⬇️] [no↩️]

——❤️——

You have been instructed to deliver his tea. The box feels like it’s more valuable than your entire existence, all gold-trimmed edges and swirling designs. That’s probably why it was entrusted into your hands when the usual runners are preoccupied.

Probably.

But it’s the third errand this week, and it seems so unnecessary for you personally to run it. And your sentence will be over in six weeks. And seeing the Duke now only makes your anxiety spike, lest you stumble straight into a crime you wouldn’t even know you were committing and somehow end up extending your sentence.

He’s not like that. Surely not. But you’ve been worrying.

Something in his bone-chilling gaze towards you betrays his casual demeanour. It’s the same something in the forced lingering, the excuses. The ways that he swindles you into staying in his office for an hour or two when you want to leave. Today is no different. One of the teas comes such a long way, you see, all the way from Inazuma, and you must indulge in a cup and let him know your opinion on it. Is it similar to the last one from Liyue? They have different methods of drying out the leaves. Did you drink any of it when you were in the overworld?

You always answer his questions the best you can. It’s easiest when they’re all small talk like this, and you’re not trying to play oblivious at his advances. There’s going to be a further advance soon, you can feel it.

It’s six weeks until the end of your sentence and Wriothesley’s interest in you seems foolish. With a little luck, you’ll never return to the Fortress of Meropide in your life. You did everything right, you deserve to leave, surely?

But you know that Wriothesley is no fool, and that he would not be playing these games so boldly if he was not certain to win.

——❤️——

Eleven months ago, you didn’t make much conversation with anyone in the prison. You did what you always thought you should do in a prison; kept your head down, worked hard, and didn’t associate too intimately with anyone.

Ten months ago, you had started to assume Sigewinne pitied you, or whatever the closest melusine approximation to “pity” was. Somehow designated to running errands for the infirmary, you talked to her more than any of the prisoners. Though you were grateful for her support, you kept displaying the autonomy and dignity that would let her know you were of the composition that didn’t desire company. It wouldn’t fool a melusine as observant as Sigewinne. You knew this. But you persisted, holding onto shreds of pride.

Nine months ago, Sigewinne had managed to get you to open up. You had believed at the time you were contributing to her understanding of human emotions, but now you suspect that she had motives of helping you.

“As for why I don’t really talk to anyone outside of working, well, I… I’m still processing everything. I feel like people won’t accept what I did, and get the same pushback I felt from people up there and I just… can’t relive that. People that I thought would understand didn’t, and it’s been difficult to recover trust in others.”

Sigewinne’s eyes examined you thoroughly. You maintained a perfectly still expression, under the impression that her observations of your face were for her research.

“Hmm… what if someone was guaranteed to understand you?

You took a little time to think before answering, “I think it would help. But I doubt I would personally pursue someone like that.”

“You wouldn’t?” Sigewinne queried.

“I wouldn’t. And I don’t know where I would find someone who understood.”

“Where indeed…” she whispered, more to herself than you, eyes flitting back to yours. A slight raise of the eyebrows indicated that she had come to a conclusion about something, and you weren’t sure about what. You were just happy to help, and it didn’t occur how deeply you had revealed your emotions until later.

Eight months ago, you had started running errands for Wriothesley. This followed a mixup with your records, where Sigewinne accepted blame for not filing your work hours accurately as your manager. The Duke himself had to personally review your entire record in prison to confirm that there were no inconsistencies. You were a little embarrassed by the whole thing, though Sigewinne insisted she was entirely at fault and deeply sorry. You didn’t blame her as it was an exceedingly rare mistake on her part. If anything, you were a little touched that Sigewinne cared so deeply about this. Also, the apology cake from the overworld certainly washed away any remaining feelings of irritation you held.

Eventually, you found yourself walking into the Duke’s office like Sigewinne had told you to, hands clasped in front of you. “Sigewinne sent me, Your Grace.”

“Oh, (Y/N). Thank you for coming along. I just need you to read some documents and sign them.” He said, motioning to three papers on his desk.

Hearing your name spill from his mouth so casually felt surreal. Nevertheless, you took timid steps forward and examined the documents.

“Sigewinne speaks highly of you, you know.”

Unsure how exactly to respond, you paused for a moment. “I’m glad she does, Your Grace.”

You continued examining the documents, quickly signing the first one off.

“If you wouldn’t mind, I need someone trustworthy to help me hand some medical records to Sigewinne for me. Well, maybe “hand” is an understatement.”

In your peripheral vision, you catch the way he gestures towards some boxes, more than one person could reasonably move at a time.

Ink meets paper on the second document.

“Of course. I’d be more than willing to help.”

“Ah, great. Our head nurse is capable, but I’d just feel bad making her carry these on her own.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“I knew you would.” The Duke says.

Silence hangs in the air. You pull the final document closer towards you to interrupt the unbearable quiet. Eventually, you make the final signature and turn around, moving towards the boxes.

The files look rather haphazardly thrown in, papers sticking out from their respective folders. That’s when the Duke approaches from behind, placing a hand gently on your shoulder. Not expecting the touch, you jump slightly, and then pretend to act like it never happened. He felt it though. He couldn’t have not felt it.

“Also, maybe you could do me another favour and help me sort these before we give them back to her?”

There is nothing else to do other than nod and say, “Of course, Your Grace.”

Eight months ago you learned that the Duke is exceptionally chatty around you. Eight months ago, your work became more divided between his office and Sigewinne’s infirmary.

Seven months ago, you had first divulged information about your crime to the Duke.

“What are you in for?” is a common enough question in the Fortress of Meropide. His Grace has never asked you it, and he wouldn’t need to either. And yet, his speech is peppered with implications about your crime that you can either refute or accept. You had dodged every hidden question artfully, and he would be very blatant about acknowledging this, saying you didn’t have to answer if you didn’t want to. Comforted by this, you had started trusting him.

Seven months ago, you had started trusting Wriothesley, and that had been a mistake.

Of course he already knew your crime. How could he not? A murder in self defence is quite a notable trial in the overworld regardless, and nothing in the underworld slips past Wriothesley.

You may have been a free woman if it was simpler. If the man in that alleyway had been less beloved by his community, if you had not ran away from the crime in fear, if you submitted evidence at the time, if being dragged back to Fontaine was never part of the ordeal. If it hadn’t divided the people around you over whether you should’ve really did it.

If they just understood.

You accepted the sentence nonetheless. Evading the court is a crime in itself, and in that respect you could be considered a prolific criminal.

Sat in his office, you had retold the tale.

Wriothesley understood.

——❤️——

Six months ago, you had entertained the thought of Wriothesley as a fling.

Your heart wanted emotional connection, your brain knew it would be unreasonable to pursue a long term relationship. And your pussy really just liked the idea of him pinning you down and fucking you like an animal.

Some of his little gestures towards you supported this notion. A hand on the small of your back, maybe going a little low, the warmth of his presence behind you. The leering that’d stop when you picked your head up, but you still caught in reflections and out of the corner of your eye. The occasional innuendos. Wriothesley is fairly down-to-earth all the time, but with you, some more primal desires seep through.

But sometimes, it was different. The way he’d sweep hair away from your face. The possessiveness around you when other prisoners- now seemingly assuming you were a member of staff rather than an actual prisoner- talked to you. Always played off as professionalism. And the endless desire to know exactly what you were up to, inside and out.

Noting this, you were a little less reciprocative of his hints, afraid of feelings being hurt. He seemed to accept it. You were friends now. You knew about his crimes, which he had confided to you in private. He knew everything there was to know about yours. You would come to chat over tea. You continued working with Sigewinne, but saw her less. Wriothesley dominated most of your waking moments.

But the possessiveness didn’t stop, and the curiosity was starting to become intrusive.

——❤️——

Four months ago, you had learned that Wriothesley personally went through all of your mail.

All mail of yours was immediately forwarded to his office, where it would be opened and sent back to the mailroom. You had only found this out when you wandered into the mailroom and inquired about the mail, expecting a monthly letter from your family that was a little late.

“Oh, I take it she’s one of your patients? All of that mail gets forwarded to the Duke first. Guess there was a contraband incident or something. Anyway, don’t have it.”

It was information the attendant would have never divulged to you if he realised who you were. You blended in so well as a member of staff that people had started to see you as a nursing attendant before anything else. The clothes you now wore that treaded the line between prisoner and staff member were another layer of this disguise, courtesy of Wriothesley. Now, it was working against him.

Despite how perturbed you were, you managed a, “Oh, thank you for telling me.”, and immediately darted towards Wriothesley’s office, knocking with a shaking hand before you heard him telling you to come in.

“How nice it is to see you on your day off. Take it you missed me?” He said, closing his book and getting up to get another cup. It’s like a routine to him, and one he’s very comfortable doing.

“Well, I do have a reason to be here.”

“Cold. Well, let me pour you a cup, and you can tell me all about it. It’s Chenyu adeptea today.”

After getting seated and engaging in a few pleasantries with him, you pose your question, about if what you heard in the mailroom was really true.

He doesn’t deny it.

With a piercing gaze that doesn’t deviate from yours, he says, “Hm. I didn’t want to worry you at the time, but dangerous contraband came through in a parcel addressed to you a couple months back, and I’ve been going through it ever since.”

A reasonable explanation, you suppose. But why keep it from you this long? Surely he must understand this is a betrayal of your trust?

You remain quiet, still trying to process everything.

“My apologies if your feelings are hurt, but I acted in your best interests. I promise that.”

Your fingers glide along the edge of the teacup. “That’s alright. I shouldn’t have doubted your reasoning.”

You finish the cup of tea over lighter conversation, until just before leaving, you pose one last question.

“Ah, uh, you don’t go through my outgoing mail too, right?”

Wriothesley chuckles dryly with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “There’s no reason to do that, is there?”

You’ve known him too long, been confined in his presence with nothing else to do but observe. His perceptiveness is second to none, but you’ve trained yourself. Dodging the question is suspicious. As you close the door to his office, there is no doubt in your mind that he reads every letter you send.

It didn’t surprise you that the mail attendant you first spoke to seemed to no longer work in the mailroom when you next approached it.

——❤️——

It was difficult to remain amicable after that, but you tried your best. Treading a thin line between not upsetting him (not that he’d ever show it) and not allowing him to encroach further on your personal life, you may as well have been walking on the edge of a knife.

The advances started again. He’s more demanding of your time. Sigewinne simply lets you off work to do whatever he demands. She seems to believe there’s something amusing in all of this, and you don’t dare confide in her about your discomfort around the Duke. You don’t think she’d be playing on your side.

Two months ago, he started getting far too touchy. He wants to be next to you, he finds any excuse to put a hand on you, rub your back, your shoulder, the top of your hand- all gestures of comfort that come across more like domination and marking territory. You don’t feel like you can tell him to stop. He has too much power, and you don’t wish to interfere with it. The reality of who he is seems more imposing than ever, and you steel yourself, trying to remain as professional and inoffensive as possible.

The clock ticks down. Less and less days to the end of your sentence.

——❤️——

Two weeks now remain of your time in the Fortress of Meropide.

“I think you might owe me something for that.” Wriothesley says.

You stare down at the cards scattered across the table, remnants of a finished game that Wriothesley had won. He looks slightly smug about it. It’s only been a few rounds, too. He’s often happy to play many more.

“Like what?”

“Something I’ve always wanted.”

You look up at him, seeing his hand beckon you closer. You get up slowly, carefully stepping around the table. He pats the sofa beside him and the world around you starts to feel dreamlike as you sit down.

His hand touches just under your chin, thumb stroking your jaw, before reaching up steadily to your lips. You know what comes next, and shut your eyes as his lips eventually meet yours. Obediently, you kiss back until he pulls away. When your eyes meet, you immediately look down, observing how his hand was now on your thigh, touching lightly.

You gasp as he squeezes, feeling his gaze remain on you. “I… I’m not sure if we should be doing this. I’m l-leaving soon, and I don’t want anyone’s feelings to get hurt.”

“Leaving to where?”

Your blood runs a little cold then, but you steady yourself. “The overworld.”

“You don’t have to.”

Making an earnest attempt to get him to sympathise with you, to understand like he always has, you place your own hand on top of his. “I think I do. I’ve served my sentence with the intention of getting out of this place. I need to go back up. Reintegrate before I forget how.”

Wriothesley doesn’t understand.

When you look up, he’s now looking right through you, into space, into nothingness. “I guess you’re not going to make this easy.”

“I don’t understand what you mean.” You say, roughly swallowing. Against your will, you do understand. You always do.

“We’re made for each other. Circumstance is a powerful thing, (Y/N). If it wasn’t for circumstance, you wouldn’t be in jail. You wouldn’t be like me. I wouldn’t be here either. Two people, who can perfectly understand each other, in the same place. But I suppose you don’t think that’s something worth pursuing?”

“I can’t be here forever.” You reply definitively.

“Don’t exaggerate things, now. I do go up to Fontaine every now and then, you know.”

“You know what I mean.”

Wriothesley sighs.

“I guess I can have your sentence extended. I didn’t want to play that card, but…”

“I- I’ll report you to any authority that will listen!” You exclaim, retracting away from him in horror.

“And it’ll be your word against mine. Wonder how that would work out.” He states, as if he was simply pondering the results of the card game.

Tears have started falling from your eyes. A wave of nausea rolls over your entire body as a thumb gently swipes over your cheeks. You’re utterly stunned and lost for words, slowly collapsing into yourself. Wriothesley takes the opportunity to inch closer and wrap his arms around you, letting you freely sob into his shoulder. There is nothing else to do. His arms are like a prison, and his hot breath is tickling against your ear.

“You’ll understand in time. For now, let’s calm down and maybe we can start preparing for your permanent residence, huh?”

As another sob emerges, his hand rubs your back with overwhelming tenderness.

#yandere #yandere wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #yandere genshin impact

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lady-of-endless · 8 months ago

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Ghiaccio x reader romantic headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

Author's Note: I'm so soft after this, it's pathetic. You voted for this to get posted first so here it is. Sorry that it's all over the place but so is my heart. Hope you will enjoy it! Warning: longer than my usual posts because I love him.

Other general and random headcanons are here.

(SFW)

- He doesn't have a type, he doesn't care if you're a ray of sunshine or a badass. All he cares about is trust and if you can stick with him and his harsh exterior when everything goes wrong. However, if you are also a Passione assassin like him, things will go more smoothly than having feelings for some outside of the mafia. He already thinks that having feelings for someone is a double-edged blade because of his occupation but it would be even worse if you're not in Passione as it can endanger both of you more.

- Ghiaccio generally feels a lot. He goes through many emotions and thoughts at once, and that's why he needs to lash out so often. But when it comes to feelings about you, they're so contradicting that he can't even get rid of them by letting them out at once. For example, he rolls his eyes at your antics and then the next minute he stares at your smile like it's the cure for anything in this world. You're both the bane of his existence and his personalized paradise. Ghiaccio isn't the type to be confused about his feelings, contrary to the general belief, he knows the meaning of his feelings. However, he prefers not to think about why he wants your presence, as it might trigger something he knows exists deep inside him. A complicated feeling.

- You will have to be the first one to confess. When you do, Ghiaccio's whole body freezes (and not because of his Stand). He stares at you in disbelief and a slight hint of terror crosses his eyes. Why terror? Because he realizes that he was falling for you too for long before. He craves this kind of happiness but he is also scared of it. He lets your words sink in for a while.

"Say it again..." He demands, staring at you.

- He loves that you can stand up against him when he teases you as a form of affection he's comfortable with but he can't get rid of a constant thought from the back of his mind. The thought that one day, his words would hurt you, that one day you'll get sick of him being like that.

- Ghiaccio doesn't fall in love easily but when he reaches that point, his intensity is directed to this new feeling. Expect his love to be intense but profound and honest. He didn't get the chance to care for someone so deeply and he wants to do it right.

- If you ever get severely injured and you're recovering, no one will get him to leave your bedside. When he first finds you like that, he will shake you by the shoulders, calling out your name with palpable despair in his tone. He will stay by your side constantly, demanding more coffee from Melone and a break from any mission from Risotto, only to watch over you. It's unhealthy and he will deny everything once you get better. The thought of losing the one who accepts, understands, and loves him, makes him sick with worry.

- Typical ice meets fire trope, but not as you think. Ghiaccio is all about ice, even his name means that, sure, but he has fire inside of him that keeps him going, keeps him on the edge every time. It's a fire that matches your calmness which is grounding for him. Sometimes, the roles switch, so there will always be a contrast.

- Ghiaccio is extremely honest and it's both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes this will spark some arguments and sometimes it will fix them by being honest about his thoughts. His words are straightforward and his intentions are clear. He's not trying to be subtle and he's not trying to hide anything.

- Ghiaccio is not afraid of showing affection, he's not a coward, but he's just learning how to express it more efficiently. He's analytical and this applies to gestures of affection as well, he'll take his time to observe what you like the most and what you don't. Please be grateful for that.

- However, whatever you might like, his preferred love language is banter and physical touch, in private. He is a blunt man, but that doesn't mean he's extroverted to have words of affirmation as a love language. Don't expect compliments from him but don't be surprised when he encourages you in a way that might come off as intense.

You might be frowning in the mirror, fixing your looks, and he'll come from behind you to tell you in an annoyed tone

"You're already pretty as hell stop fussing about it for fucks sake." and then roll his eyes and give you a kiss on the forehead.

But that's it, don't expect more words from him. Ghiaccio is also touch-starved because no one dared get close enough to him to touch him affectionately so when you do, he finds himself wanting more. But he's also curious about how it feels to touch someone like that and that's how it starts. He discovers that he enjoys giving it more, the feeling, your reactions, and everything about it.

- How do others see it? Many don't see a change in his usual behavior besides the fact that he always glances over you for many reasons. Risotto is presenting a mission? Ghiaccio looks at you for a reaction. Are you fighting a target? His eyes are on you. You do your usual stuff around? He's observing you. Are you not feeling well? His eyes follow you until you two are alone and he asks what's wrong. In conclusion, he gets more thoughtful.

(NSFW)

- Ghiaccio is quick to discover that getting intimate with you clears his mind and gets him sharper. Letting out his strongest and boldest emotions with you, the one he trusts the most and loves, clears his mind. It's just an observation, he already enjoys getting physical with you too much to care for other benefits.

- He's touch-starved, so he's relatively easy to fluster and he hates that. It doesn't take a lot for you to turn him on. One day, you notice that the lenses of his glasses are a bit dirty and feel bold enough to do something about it. If you decide to just take them off without warning and wipe the lenses casually like nothing happened, he's shocked. This audacity of yours gets him bewitched. So, Ghiaccio is a simple man regarding turn-ons, just show him that you care about those little things about him and show some willingness to take risks and he's done.

- His hair is unexpectedly sensitive. Play with his curls and it will make him shiver. He'll become all yours in that moment.

- Despite what everyone thinks, he'll never accept letting his anger out on you in bed. But that doesn't mean that his mannerisms will be soft either. With Ghiaccio, is hard to predict how it will go. Most of the time it will be rough but also slow and deep.

- He's a genuine switch but leading to dom. He is fine with you taking the lead from time to time but having control over you is much more appealing. He enjoys being a brat tamer but he's also a whining brat.

- He has a ridiculously high stamina. Seriously, where does he store all this strength? He's also motivated. Seeing you frowning a bit when you move your legs the next day is stroking his ego.

- So, because Ghiaccio is intense in bed too, aftercare is a must. Aftercare consists of him putting your pieces back together by throwing a blanket over you, making you tea, and holding you to his chest as he stares at the ceiling (don't worry, it's a good sign, you blew him away). However, shortly after that, he's knocked out, getting the best sleep of his life.

- He doesn't leave marks on purpose but he just can't help it. Surprising enough, he's not as possessive as you'd expect, to leave marks to show that you're his. No. Ghiaccio just enjoys hearing your gasp coming from the bathroom as you notice the aftermath of his desire. He smirks to himself like a brat.

He might be a fan of quickies and he's also the one to come up with the idea. After the session, he goes on with whatever he had to get done like he hadn't destroyed you earlier. It's both hot and annoying.

- Vocal, of course, a lot of grunting, and growling. It goes hand in hand with his primal tendencies. You'll get used to the consensual biting, hair-pulling, pushing down. He lives for raw passion when it gets too much to handle.

- Any kinks? Temperature play is something you already expect him to enjoy. For him, it's about how ice - something that has been in his life for years since he got his Stand, meets an element of you - your warm skin. Besides your reactions, he is hypnotized by how the heat of your skin melts the ice and how dewy it looks afterward. Other than that he's not very experimental because his almost aggressive passion is enough.

- Of course, he takes off his glasses but he hates that because his point of view gets blurry, and can't enjoy your details. However, you can't be able to stop him from wearing them when you're on top. That's a sight he needs to see clearly.

#ghiaccio #ghiaccio jjba #ghiaccio jojo #jojo bizarre adventure #jjba part 5 #jjba vento auero #jjba golden wind #ghiaccio x reader #jjba x reader #jjba headcanons #jjba fanfic

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skay-ali · 11 days ago

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Endless Game

a little prologue... I think I should work more with this idea

You loved video games since you were little.

When you played a new game on a console or computer you felt happy, you felt like you had great power, no one was able to stop you, many people in the virtual worlds you entered admired you, they felt positive things about you.

It was very different from your real life, where you didn't exist... most people didn't recognize you, just a forgettable face.

Not even your family could be different, it was much worse with them, they only surrounded your life like guitres, you had the vague idea that at some point when you died or something bad happened they would finally see you.

They only observed your actions from afar without showing emotions.

For some reason beyond your understanding, you began to reject everyone, it's not that you hated people, but rather you found them annoying with each year you turned.

Of course there were few people who were saved from your hatred.

You began to ignore everyone and see them as bugs, you isolated yourself to enjoy games and other passions of yours.

You changed the sweet and kind girl for another person who only cared about herself, who achieved her goals no matter what she had to do.

No more father or brothers, please look at them or show a little affection.

I just want to be her friend, or I'm a good girl who wouldn't do anything wrong.

You ignored everyone, but those who knew how to use you, what's more, you managed to get revenge, teachers and classmates, paid her for messing with you.

Without remorse and with great force you executed your punishments.

Getting your hands dirty no longer seemed unpleasant, but entertaining.

Seeing their tears of pain and regret, along with the knowledge that you screwed up their lives, caused you great satisfaction and emotion.

Left behind is the bad girl, the stupid one who never understood classes, the skeptical eyes about your intelligence, the words of hate for being born into a good family.

No more jealous children, children who wanted to make you look bad, like a savage and abusive person, or those who wanted to manipulate you to get something from your last name, and then leave you hanging.

Not now, if you were the evil girl, who had no mercy for anyone, you were not bothered by the words that different people said to you because some time later you made them seriously regret it.

You continued playing virtual games, all the time, it was one of your greatest happinesses.

That's why when you saw a new program where they accepted players to try a new virtual reality video game, you accepted. It wasn't difficult to be accepted, nor was it difficult to disappear from your home to enjoy a new gaming experience.

You felt very happy, even when they connected many cables to your body and asked you to put on a special suit, nor when they put you in a capsule, you didn't think about it like the other people who were going to try the game.

Everything was wonderful, it was like a new world or rather universe, you could go anywhere, there was a planet full of magic, another super modern and futuristic one, many realities.

You could do anything, from being an adventurer or having a business.

Like an adventure game but much better, the excitement was more because everything felt very strange.

That is until you got tired and wanted to return to the real world to give yourself basic care and continue living.

but there was a problem, you couldn't do it, something was preventing you from leaving the game.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't, not being able to achieve anything made you desperate, a great anger invaded you and you tried again to leave with a lot of anger, but you still didn't achieve anything.

you got stuck in a game with a group of people and a lot of npc's.

Things got worse when they began to see some terrifying monsters or animals, which were very aggressive and destroyed everything in their path.

You and the group of trapped people were barely able to adapt, by the time these creatures began to attack you.

It wasn't even possible to live a normal life in the world because they ended up broken by their new predators.

You gathered around three people, they were two girls and a boy, they formed a shelter type and were in charge of eliminating the disgusting creatures.

Every time you saw them, a chill ran through you, they were not normal, they were like big shadows for the most part, but on some occasions when they were shown you could see how some parts of their bodies changed into scratched lines like televisions when they failed or stopped. static while the entire body moved.

You became agile with katanas and some pistols, more from long range.

The more you learned to defend yourself, the more you could survive, and you also developed your skills in the game as much as you could. just survive and appreciate the little moments you had with your friends.

Well that was until the game ended and everyone came out.

oh so you thought, you tried to accept that you wasted years of your life trapped in a game. You were in a new world again, although this was always the one you belonged to, you didn't know almost anything, everything was different. You tried to make a new life with the help of the government agents who were in charge of your case, everything that happened was a secret due to the possible dangers it presented, so when they left, only a few recovered their lives, while the majority had to form a new one and recover from what was experienced in the game.

It was one of those days of mandatory check-ups, where all survivors of the game had to attend, much more so for the famous group therapy where everyone expressed their pain and trauma from the game.

You hated these days and if you could have missed them, you don't need a large group of people talking about their suffering, it was enough for you to endure yours.

You had to pretend to show sympathy even if you didn't feel it, not like most people who really felt it, sometimes you thought something was wrong with you, but you avoided finding a solution, you didn't want to change your life, as selfish as it may sound, you didn't want to. annoying people surrounding your life.

happened out of nowhere, a large tremor occurred, which took the entire group of people off guard, they were on the terrace of the building, which was a quiet day, in an open space, where the wind hit strongly, and some sounds leaves of birds and cars could be heard, where the enormous buildings belonging to a city could be seen in the distance.

A static sound reached your ears, it was very annoying, you felt like your eardrums would explode, at the same time your head started to hurt, you felt like something was crushing it.

As soon as you were able to concentrate on your hands, they were taking on the same effect that appeared in the game, they became black pixels and changed to colored lines.

The last thing you caught was your colleagues going through the same thing as you.

.......

footsteps were heard behind all the commotion.

There was a small screen, with blue and light blue pixels.

Many people dressed in black suits surrounded her, near that large painting were some scientists.

Some people were talking to people in black suits, their peculiar outfits caught the attention of some curious spectators.

The Justice League and the Young Justice League were present to save the day, after the sudden appearance of some portals that opened the way for creatures that attacked different places, who were not easy to eliminate.

No matter how much the leaders of the large group of heroes tried to enter and save the day, they could not because the people in black suits did not allow them.

"It is not within their jurisdiction" was the only thing they were told.

Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman were the ones who tried to reason with the people who did not allow them to enter. Some heels were getting closer and closer, behind them other footsteps could also be heard.

"So you're going to participate" a female voice mocked.

a growl was his response.

"Just don't be a hindrance" a thick voice was heard.

"hahahaha I'm going to get in your way, you're a great comedian.... you don't become dead weight" the funny voice became cold and merciless.

"Civilians can't pass, it's dangerous," the voices of some young people were heard, who stopped the two figures.

An emotionless look was the response to the young heroes while the heroes looked with surprise at these strange characters, one wore yellowish colors in his suit, another with a dark suit with red and green, some women with suits attached to their body, perhaps hero fashion. They had a magician, an alien girl, one with arrows.... other guys with more suits.

The two people continued to advance, but were stopped by the heroes who saw two civilians continue walking despite the orders they were given.

A great commotion arose since the two unknown characters took out their weapons, the girl had sheathed the handle of her katana and raised it a little from its sheath, while the man took out two weapons ready to be fired.

Some piercing glances were cast.

"Enough, I'm not going to continue with this nonsense," the female voice complained.

"MR. BRONW!!!!" It was a loud shout that everyone could hear, even the people who were talking near the portal.

A few footsteps came quickly to where the two peculiar characters with weapons were.

"Aaaaa miss ___, it's good that you arrived, we were waiting for you" a small man spoke with a meek voice. "

It really doesn't seem like it with so many heroes here" he put away his katana before crossing his arms angrily.

"nonono ignore them... come follow me" he pulled the girl's hand ignoring the people who were witnessing the scene.

They reached the big screen where they were stopped by the guards.

........

You sighed, annoyed by everything that was happening, they called you to enter a new portal and it turns out that not only are you going to enter with one of the people you couldn't tolerate, but a lot of heroes won't allow you to do your job.

"Seriously, let's do this again," you complained to the man in front of you.

"ID" he said dryly.

You clenched your hands angrily.

Not only did you have to endure a long trip, where many people looked at you, but also a long process to be allowed to do your job.

"Wait, are you going to let these two kids in?"

"They are not heroes, they are civilians"

"they can't handle something like that"

You raised your arm and put it in the man's face, before crushing your skin.

In a few seconds a circle with bright lines appeared on your arm. The lights projected a large screen in the air where some letters appeared.

"It's class S" some voices whispered.

You smiled when you saw how they allowed you to pass.

"Well, I think this civilian is going to take care of the problems," you said out loud.

You pressed your hand on the locked screen, soon projecting the silhouettes of a stage. leaving neutral colors behind.

You took out your sword and held it in your hand.

you walked slowly towards the screen.

You entered calmly. It was always strange when you returned to your old virtual prison.

you smiled as you eliminated one of the warriors of the final villain of this place. a few more and you would face the most powerful on the floor.

You were looking forward to it.

but you knew that at the end all emotion would go away, your colorful life would become gray again, you wondered where everything changed, where was the girl full of dreams and smiling laughter?

were you a monster? You could barely relate to people, you had little appreciation for them, you became like a wild animal when it came to fighting but it was nothing in your life as a civilian.

You continued attacking all the monsters that came your way.

you used every attack you had, remembering how you did before when you were trapped in the game.

It was not only a fight to survive and not become another patient with a cerebral coma in the hospital, but to protect all the people from the danger of the game that had trapped you a few months ago in their system.

Oh at least those words were repeated to you by your new bosses when they sent you on a new mission to the new portals that opened.

In the end, with the help of the shooter who entered the game with you, you were able to defeat the final boss. and just as you said, your adrenaline along with your happiness was running out.

You looked at your hands, they were red, raw, it must have been because of the great force with which you squeezed your katanas.

You indulged yourself in your hands, ignoring everything around you, you just wanted to get to your apartment and play your video games.

They didn't give you the same feeling that was draining from your body, but at least it allowed you to feel something similar.

You walked out of the portal, playing with the jewel left by the final boss, you threw it into the air and watched it fall again.

It was more entertaining than dealing with all the heroes who were probably arguing with your bosses.

You were not wrong because you could see how the heroes argued with some men in suits that you saw in the new meetings with the players who agreed to eliminate the characters that appeared from the game.

You opened the screen by pressing the button on your arm, it was very strange to see it, they reminded you of the robots in that video game with rebellious robots and police officers.

You changed your clothes, your suit had been damaged, you were going to miss it every time you wore it, you remembered the Japanese girls from some video games.

You were going to go back to your house to continue with your boring life until the next attack.... but you looked away to see the heroes again, your gaze collided with the man in the bat suit.

You felt something strange, a great discomfort, you felt like you had to run, this worried you, fear... you overcame this feeling a long time ago.

That person in that suit managed to worry you, something strange about you, that person seemed familiar to you, it reminded you of your family.

"____ well done, I was fascinated with your work" a new voice appeared next to you.

"Funny you say... how do you know what I did" you questioned the boy, he was one of the scientists who was researching how the game appeared in the flesh in the real world.

"ahh you didn't know, since you entered, some screens appeared that showed how you fought with Red against the monsters"

......

A letter remained on the elegant desk full of papers.

Bruce barely paid attention to it, because it was something insignificant, nothing worth taking a look at.

I had more important matters to attend to. He thought about throwing it in the trash because he considered that piece of paper to be trash.

Even so, he couldn't, not when he remembered the girl's face, his daughter had given it to him when she returned from school.

He threw it in a drawer before returning to his own business.

He never thought he would desperately search for that piece of paper again.

He had seen his daughter for a long time, she simply vanished, no one knew her whereabouts, no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find her.

The only thing he had left was a couple of photos that were taken desperately by his children. a dark room with thousands of machines and artificial lights. video games, the cameras showed him how his lively and affectionate daughter became with each passing day a lonely girl, devoid of emotions and immersed in video games.

When he opened the paper he found a drawing of hearts, a poorly drawn person and a message... "To my hero, dad, you are the best and I love you very much" with sloppy handwriting that looks like scribbles.

He knew you were alive, he saw you on this hectic day.

You were part of the new entrants that were fighting with the new monsters that were beginning to appear.

I never hope to see you again... he thought he had lost you forever, his daughter, the girl he never saw, one of his greatest regrets.

But now if it was really you, he could fix everything.

compensate you for being the worst father and give you what you always deserved.

be the person in your drawing from many years ago

#x reader #yandere dc #yandere platonic #yandere batfam

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jenflirts · 4 days ago

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earth angel.

pairing : jenna ortega x fem!reader

theme : angst | fluff

summary : An angel in disguise falls for a mortal artist, but their forbidden love risks exposing her true nature and defying divine law.

warning : none

a/n : yes i am alive! i think haha, but this is my farewell post and this is a little long so buckle up!

The first thing Jenna noticed when she descended to Earth wasn’t the breeze or the salt-stung air of the seaside town—it was the quiet. It was a kind of quiet she didn’t know existed, filled with soft waves crashing against rocks and the laughter of children carried on the wind. She adjusted her scarf as her feet touched solid ground, the weight of mortality settling over her like an unfamiliar coat.

Her mission was clear: observe, document, and report back. She wasn’t meant to interfere. Love and redemption were abstract concepts to her, things she’d only seen in the celestial records. Yet now, in the guise of a mortal woman, she was to walk among them, unnoticed.

The first week passed uneventfully. She rented a modest room above a bookstore, spent her days watching the townsfolk, and scribbled notes in a journal she didn’t think anyone would ever read. The routine was simple, safe—until the day she wandered into the art studio by the pier.

Y/N was there, her hands smeared with paint, her auburn hair falling messily into her eyes as she worked on a canvas. Jenna had intended to slip in and out unnoticed, but Y/N’s voice broke the air like sunlight.

“Looking for something?”

Jenna froze.

She wasn’t used to being addressed so directly. She turned, her breath catching. “Just…curious,” she managed, her voice softer than she intended.

Y/N smiled—a tired but genuine thing. “Curiosity’s welcome here. You can stay if you want.”

That was the beginning.

Over the weeks, Jenna found herself returning to the studio more often than her mission required. She told herself it was just another part of her observation, but she knew that wasn’t true. Y/N was magnetic, her laughter like music, her presence like warmth on a cold day. She spoke about her work, about her heartbreak, about how she was trying to find beauty again after someone had shattered her trust.

Jenna listened, captivated by every word. She didn’t understand why she felt an ache in her chest when Y/N talked about her pain, or why she felt a strange lightness when Y/N laughed.

It wasn’t until one evening, as they walked along the shore, that Y/N stopped and turned to her, her eyes searching. “You’re different,” Y/N said softly. “There’s something about you…I can’t figure it out.”

Jenna’s heart—or whatever passed for one in her borrowed body—stumbled. “I’m just me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N stepped closer, the space between them vanishing. “You’re kind, and gentle, and you make me feel like I can breathe again. But I don’t even know you, do I?”

Jenna wanted to speak, to tell Y/N everything, but fear silenced her. How could she explain what she was, who she was? That her presence here was temporary, and that every moment they shared was borrowed time?

“I’m sorry,” Jenna whispered, her voice breaking.

“For what?” Y/N asked, her brow furrowing.

“For this.”

And then, against all logic, Jenna leaned in and kissed her. It was soft, hesitant, and filled with a thousand unspoken emotions. For a moment, the world stopped. The ocean’s roar faded, the stars dimmed, and all that existed was Y/N’s warmth and the way her lips trembled against Jenna’s.

But angels weren’t meant for love.

The next day, the warnings came. Jenna’s celestial superiors spoke to her in dreams, their voices cold and distant. “You’ve crossed the line. End this, or we will.”

She woke with tears streaming down her face, a feeling she’d never experienced before. She knew what they meant. If she didn’t leave, Y/N would forget her entirely. Every laugh, every shared moment, every kiss—it would all be erased.

For days, Jenna avoided Y/N, even though it broke her. But Y/N wasn’t one to let things go. She found Jenna sitting on the rocks by the shore, her face pale and her eyes distant.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Y/N said, her voice trembling.

“I have to leave,” Jenna said flatly, not daring to look at her.

“Why?” Y/N demanded, stepping closer. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” Jenna choked out. “You’ve done everything right.”

“Then stay. Please.” Y/N’s voice cracked, and Jenna felt the weight of those words bury her.

Jenna stood, her hands trembling as she cupped Y/N’s face. “I can’t. I’m not, I’m not who you think I am.”

“I don’t care who you are,” Y/N whispered, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I care about you.”

For a moment, Jenna thought about staying. About defying everything for the woman who made her feel human. But she knew the cost. If she stayed, Y/N would suffer. If she left, Y/N would lose her.

In the end, Jenna did the only thing she could. She pressed a kiss to Y/N’s forehead, her tears mingling with Y/N’s. “I love you,” she whispered, the words like a confession and a farewell.

Then, she stepped back, her celestial form unraveling in the moonlight. Y/N’s eyes widened in shock, but before she could speak, Jenna disappeared, leaving only the faintest glow behind.

Y/N woke the next morning with a strange ache in her chest and no memory of why. But sometimes, when she painted, she swore she could feel the touch of warm hands guiding hers, and a whisper on the wind that sounded like, “I love you.”

and that’s the end of it! i just want to thank you guys for all the support and love for my works. My time has come to end my writing journey and focus on my academic life since this will be a long and stressful journey.

#jenna ortega #jenflirts #wednesday addams x reader #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x fem!reader #x reader #jenna ortega smut #lorraine day #wednesday addams #jenna ortega x female reader

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cece693 · 11 months ago

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Pain (Lestat de Lioncourt x Male Vamp. Reader)

This small fic came to me while looking through Pinterest. You know those little 'aesthetic' quotes? Well, it came from this one specifically: 'I loved you even when it hurt.' This fic includes things from both the movie and TV show, so no specific Lestat was used for inspiration. Enjoy.

Summary: On the anniversary of his transformation, m/r can't help but remember his past: one that includes his ex-lover and sire, Lestat de Lioncourt.

M/n was tired. Though his outward appearance betrayed no signs of aging—no wrinkles, no gray hair, no creaking bones—the weight of centuries bore down on him. As he gazed at the midnight sun, a harbinger of his impending retreat to his coffin, m/n decided to indulge himself and spend more time out in the open. After all, this was the only time he could enjoy the new wonders of the world, yet this was not just any ordinary day. Tonight marked the anniversary of m/n's transformation into one of the undead.

Reflecting on the past, m/n reminisced about the persuasive allure of Lestat, the vampire who had sweet-talked his way around rationality, promising a life brimming with pleasure and abundance. In the initial decades, it was a splendid existence.

Lestat had a way of making m/n feel truly special. The once mundane aspects of mortal life were now elevated to extraordinary heights in the vampiric realm, and Lestat made sure m/n felt the full extent of his newfound powers.

There were moonlit strolls through shadowy alleyways, where Lestat shared the secrets of their immortal world. He spoke of the intoxicating thrill of the hunt, the taste of forbidden blood, and the freedom that came with transcending the limitations of mortality. Lestat created a world where every moment felt like an eternity of bliss. However, m/n should've known his novelty would wear off.

Lestat was a man driven by desire and ambition, wanting to taste the newest and finest things in life. What would m/n offer to such a monster who had already taken everything? So when Lestat's attention was redirected to another human named Louis, m/n felt pain.

He was angry at Lestat for casting him aside, yet the blame couldn't be placed on him alone—m/n should've known that a creature such as Lestat could never be tied down, despite how much he proclaimed to love you. So, when the ethereally beautiful vampire introduced Louis as his newest creation, a realization dawned on m/n. Lestat wasn't his anymore.

And Louis, the unwitting figure in their love triangle, bore no blame for his and Lestat's fallout. M/n grappled with conflicting emotions, attempting to cultivate hatred towards the vampire who seemed to have stolen Lestat away. Yet, against his own efforts, all he could muster was pity. For as much as Louis and Lestat showcased their 'love' through tender kisses and clandestine touches, m/n saw through the facade.

In the quiet moments when Lestat thought no one was watching, m/n observed the flickers of longing and boredom in the vampire's blue eyes. It became evident that the passion between Louis and him, while palpable, was also marred by perpetual restlessness. Not even months into Louis' stay did the cracks in their relationship begin to manifest themselves.

"Out with Antoinette?" Louis would hiss, the accusatory tone hanging heavy in the air, ensuing another argument between the two. As the discord between Louis and Lestat escalated, M/n found himself unwittingly becoming a refuge for Lestat. The vampire, seeking solace in the familiar, turned to M/n whenever the storms of conflict raged with Louis. In those moments of anger, Lestat was M/n's again, yet it also drove him to the brink of madness and unhappiness.

He had days, if lucky, where things would go back to how they were—a semblance of the love they once shared. But whenever the storms settled between Louis and Lestat, m/n would be relegated to loneliness once more. One day, unable to bear the emotional rollercoaster any longer, he confronted Lestat. The air was thick with tension as they stood facing each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily between them.

"You can't keep doing this, Lestat." M/n pleaded, the frustration and anguish evident in his voice. "Keep me here when you clearly love Louis. How would you like it if I were to do the same?"

M/n regretted saying anything as Lestat's eyes darkened, and a snarl emerged on the vampire's lips. In a sudden, swift motion, Lestat pinned m/n to the wall, his grip firm and possessive. The room seemed to close in as Lestat hissed, "You belong to me."

"I don't belong to anyone." M/n retorted, anger engulfing his body.

Lestat laughed coldly in his face, grip tightening, he smirked. "That's where you're wrong, love," he taunted, his voice dripping with both amusement and cruelty. "I own you…"

The possessive declaration sent a chill down m/n's spine, his anger giving way to a growing sense of unease. Lestat's dark laughter reverberated in the confined space, echoing the shifting power dynamics between them. Trapped against the wall, m/n felt the weight of Lestat's control, a dominance that left him conflicted and vulnerable.

Lestat's smirk widened, his gaze predatory as he continued, "You're mine to protect, mine to control. I've tasted your blood, felt your heartbeat sync with mine. You're bound to me in ways you can't comprehend."

M/n, trapped against the wall, felt a cold chill run down his spine at Lestat's words. The once cherished intimacy between them now felt like chains, binding M/n to a fate he hadn't fully understood.

In a moment of intense emotion, Lestat, fueled by the strange dance of power and desire, leaned in, capturing m/n's lips in a possessive kiss. The meeting of their mouths was both a declaration of dominance and a desperate attempt of Lestat's to re-establish his control over m/n.

Perhaps, in his pursuit of novelty and excitement, he had unknowingly neglected his first creation in favor of the alluring Louis. However, what neither m/n nor Louis knew was that, hidden beneath the layers of Lestat's charismatic exterior, there existed a capacity for love.

As Lestat's lips sought dominance in the heated kiss, there was an intricate play of emotions beneath the surface.

The neglect that m/n had felt wasn't an absence of love but rather a reflection of Lestat's internal struggle to navigate the complexities of immortal relationships. Lestat, a vampire with a history of numerous lovers, had reveled in the pleasures of passion without feeling a deep emotional connection—until m/n entered the picture. Even his intense relationship with Louis didn't compare to the profound connection he shared with m/n.

As the intensity of their heated kiss began to wane, Lestat pulled away, his eyes fixed on m/n with a mixture of possessiveness and intensity. "If you dare to run away," Lestat whispered, "Know that I'll drag you back to my side. And that's a promise."

#interview with the vampire #x male reader #male reader #claudia iwtv #iwtv #vampire #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #the vampire armand #vampire chronicles #anne rice

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famemonsterrr · 1 year ago

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Astrology observations part 11;

(Don’t copy my work pliz and these aren’t facts but what I have seen and experienced in my life. If you can’t relate to any of these. It okay we are all different)

-Pisces are really good gaslighters like they argue and they know they losing and then boom…you are the one who is crazy. (Girly pops how about stop it)

- speaking of Pisces…maybe I’m saying it from personal experience but I can’t keep an aesthetic and even when I have find a aesthetic Im changing again. It’s endless circle…I hope another Pisces can relate with me:)

- i have seen an Aquarius women being so quick minded and have unique takes but also I have seen Aquarius women being really shy and slow to talk. There is no between with them.

- y’all think that Taurus are the lazy and don’t like to work out but they are so active and most of them love sports or gym.

- the second best venus is cancer…soooo giving soooo sweet and lovinggggg 🥰

- Aries placements show PASSION in any planet/house they are placed . Like if you have Aries moon you will be really vocal about ur emotions. If you have mercury then you will be passionate about ur opinions ect.

- Taurus and libra are the type of people who are seductive and flirty so naturally but if doesn’t work out they will be so pissed.

- Pisces are insane when they getting obsessed with something they like. They will make sure everyone in their group will know what new show/book/character ect. they started liking.

- Aquarius placements are the type of people who love anything that has to do with universe,planets ect. (Some of them people I know they follow on Instagram space accounts or nasa)

- Capricorn mars are workaholic…they always do things right to get where they want. (A placement that I kinda wish i had) "money money money must be funny in the rich man’s world"

- It’s from my personal observation but we tend to connect mostly with singers that have the same moon sign as we do. Maybe I’m the only one but from day 1 I loved they way Ariana grande was expressing her emotions through music and then I released we both have libra moon. So next time check the moon sign of ur fave artist 🤌🏻 (it’s my showing that I’m a big Ariana girly)

- Scorpio Venus people are my favourite cause they like you a lot and they know it but you don’t know it. They will not let you go and if they do they will return back to you no matter what. They will know everything about you and ask a lot about you. They will care about your opinions (when they really don’t care about others). They will share the darkest secrets with you,they personal/family traumas. They are consumed by your existence. (if they have Sagittarius placements maybe they will pretend not care at the same time so you might think u are just friends)

- speaking of Venus…if you are a Scorpio pliz find a Pisces Venus for you. Like insane connection. Soulmate energy and both consumed by each other. (My personal fave duo)

- Gemini Venus need to be studied cause they rush into love and at the same time they can’t settle. (Girly pops maybe decide for once but men are the worst)

- cancer mercury is more dramatic than a Leo but they don’t show it that easily.

- they say don’t date someone who has the same moon sign as you…but I disagree. You will be the same page and react the same way. Understanding from both sides. ( my ex bestie has libra moon and we understood each other so well). Maybe date or hang out with people that have the same moon as you.

- Sagittarius mercury/Venus flirts for joke but they do it so well that you fall for them and then they have to run away from you.

That’s all💙

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I'm so glad to hear that. I wonder if you could write something for yandere or dark Elves (Thranduil, Gil Galand, Elrond, Glorfindel, Haldir, Lindir and others) and female fairy readers? Thanks

as I had to split it into separate posts to avoid making it too lengthy. At the bottom of this post, I’ll leave link to of the second one featuring Glorfindel, haldir, lindir version.

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Thranduil, Elrond, Gil-galad Versions are below.

🍷𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓾𝓲𝓵

Yandere/Dark Elf Thranduil x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

𐂂 Thranduil’s feelings for you, a delicate fairy, become all-consuming. The moment you cross his path, he cannot help but claim you as his own. His pride and love intertwine into an obsession so deep that he believes your existence is meant solely for him. No one else can claim your attention, and if you dare show affection to anyone else, his gaze sharpens with silent fury. He doesn’t just desire you—he needs you, and he will ensure that you belong to him, and only him.

𐂂 As the King of Mirkwood, Thranduil is used to overseeing everything, but for you, his vigilance reaches new heights. No action you take goes unnoticed. He watches from the shadows, a silent observer who knows your every move, your every word, your every gesture. Every smile you share with someone else, every fleeting glance you direct at anyone, only fuels his need to control. He finds a twisted satisfaction in knowing you exist only for him. Even your every breath feels like an affirmation of his possession.

𐂂 Thranduil doesn’t just protect you—he isolates you. While he claims it’s for your own safety, to shield you from the dangers of Middle-earth, it’s really because he wants to have you all to himself. Your world becomes his kingdom, where only his influence reigns. He keeps you close, often forbidding you to leave his side, especially when other males approach. The world outside his kingdom is a threat to him, and thus to you. He won’t let you experience the freedom to wander alone, not when he can guard and control you.

𐂂 When you are near him, Thranduil’s affection becomes overwhelming in its intensity. He lavishes you with touch, his hands lingering too long, his breath hot against your skin. His kisses are possessive, deep, and filled with a sense of desperate longing. He would never let anyone else see his softer side, but in private, with you, he is intense and devoted. “You are mine, melleth nîn,” he whispers, as his lips press against yours, his body leaning into yours as if trying to merge the two of you into one. There’s nothing gentle about his desire; it’s all consuming.

𐂂 Thranduil is masterful at playing on your emotions, twisting his love for you into something that feels suffocating, yet irresistible. He will remind you of his sacrifices, the years he has spent in solitude, waiting for someone like you to step into his world. He speaks of the importance of your bond, how it transcends time and space, as though you were fated to be together. His words echo with a dark promise: “I’ve waited centuries, melleth nîn. You are the light of my life. No one else can share in that light.”

𐂂 The idea of anyone else coming close to you is enough to send him into a silent rage. While Thranduil does not often express his jealousy with words, his actions make it clear. He might suddenly appear by your side, his gaze icy and warning, dismissing anyone who dares to speak to you. He’ll remind you of your place, perhaps even with a curt, biting remark: “Do they think they can woo you, little one? Do not forget who your heart belongs to.” His dark smile lingers as if daring anyone to challenge him.

𐂂 Beneath his royal facade and cold demeanor lies a man who has been emotionally shattered. Thranduil’s past pain from losing his wife has made him incapable of loving anyone freely. But with you, he’s willing to show that side of himself, albeit in a twisted way. He’s not willing to let you go, even when you might want to. His possessiveness is a direct reflection of the fragility of his own heart—he fears losing you as much as he fears being alone again.

𐂂 Thranduil’s protectiveness borders on the dangerous. He feels the need to shield you from everything, even the most innocuous of dangers. If he believes that anyone poses even the slightest threat to you, he will take immediate action, whether it be through manipulation, isolation, or, if necessary, violence. Your safety is paramount to him, but it’s also a way to keep you tethered to him, to remind you that he is the only one who understands the world you live in.

𐂂 In Thranduil’s mind, your relationship is not simply a love story; it is a divine plan, written by the Valar themselves. He cannot fathom a future without you, nor would he allow one to exist. To him, you are the culmination of his existence, the answer to his loneliness, the balm to his wounds. “It was meant to be, my love. No one else will ever take my place in your heart.” His voice is gentle, but there is an unspoken threat hidden behind it—one that assures you that no matter where you go or how you try to leave, you are bound to him forever.

𐂂 Thranduil will not allow you to form connections with anyone else. He is the only one who can give you love and warmth, and he will make sure you never forget that. His affections, though intense and loving in their own way, are the chains that bind you. If you ever try to reach out to others, he will gently (or not so gently) remind you of your place with him. He will shower you with attention, touch, and words of love until you feel as though you cannot breathe without him.

𐂂 Thranduil’s love for you reaches its peak when he feels as though you are entirely his. He will keep you in his presence, sheltered from the world, and whisper his vows to you. His obsession grows stronger, and he begins to feel the need to mark you as his in every way possible. He wants everyone to know you belong to him, from his gentle caresses to the possessive way he holds you close. He is a king, after all, and you are his queen, in every twisted sense of the word.

Through all of this, there is one truth Thranduil holds dear: his love, no matter how dark, is unwavering. And he will make sure the entire world knows that you are his, and his alone.

𐂂 Thranduil, in his yandere and dark Elf form, sees you, the fairy, as something beyond precious — an ethereal being meant solely for him. His obsession with you goes far beyond any typical affection; you are his possession, a delicate, rare treasure that no one but he deserves to cherish. Your wings, fragile and beautiful, draw him like a moth to a flame, a symbol of your uniqueness and his claim over you.

𐂂 He is intensely possessive over you, watching your every move from the shadows, studying the flutter of your wings as if it is the most captivating thing he has ever seen. Your beauty, small and delicate in comparison to the world around you, drives him to madness. He will do anything to keep you close, to keep others away. No one is allowed to touch you, not even a gentle breeze is allowed to ruffle your wings without his permission. He often asks you not to fly, as it brings too much attention, keeping you grounded in his presence, where he feels you are safest.

𐂂 Thranduil will be affectionate, but in a way that is obsessive and controlling. He runs his fingers gently through your wings, brushing them with reverence, but with an undertone of possessiveness. He touches them slowly, savoring the delicate texture, memorizing the feel of the intricate patterns on them, as if marking them as his own. His fingers graze over your wings possessively, as if to remind you that they — and you — belong only to him. He may even pull you close, wrapping his arms around you, gently pressing your back against his chest so that his touch lingers on your wings for a long moment, just to reaffirm his control.

𐂂 At times, he will whisper things to you, voice low and filled with longing, his words coated with an edge of possessiveness: “These wings are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and they belong to me alone.” The way his eyes darken with desire when he speaks of your wings makes you realize how deeply he craves to possess every part of you, body and soul.

𐂂 When you’re in his presence, Thranduil will often keep his hand firmly around your wrist or your waist, guiding you through the forest, ensuring that no one else dares approach you. His grip will be gentle but firm, never letting you stray too far. The closer you are to him, the more satisfied he feels. His eyes rarely leave you, scanning you for any sign of someone else showing interest or approaching too closely. If someone dares to try to get too close, he will intervene with a cold and calculated subtlety, ensuring that you remain within his sight and his grasp.

𐂂 Thranduil’s love for you is not something he expresses easily. He has closed his heart to many, but for you, he opens it only in private, his vulnerability laid bare beneath his regal and sometimes cold exterior. He will never let you feel abandoned, but his love comes with strings attached. He will lavish you with gifts—rare flowers that only bloom in the deepest parts of Mirkwood, gemstones that shimmer like starlight, and precious treasures. These offerings are his way of marking you, claiming you as his own. “You deserve the finest things, as long as they are from me,” he tells you, his words dripping with pride and possessiveness.

𐂂 His kisses are slow and deliberate, tasting of wine, power, and a long-held yearning. When he kisses you, it’s not just affection—it’s a demand, a claim over your lips, over your body. He holds your chin with a gentle yet unyielding grip, keeping you where he wants you. His kisses are lingering, deep, and possessive, often leaving you breathless and craving more of his touch.

𐂂 Thranduil will be extremely protective of your wings, treating them with a reverence that borders on obsession. He may even commission magical elven items for their protection, ensuring no one harms them or touches them without his permission. At times, he will stroke your wings gently, carefully brushing off any stray twigs or leaves, an action that serves to remind you of his control over you. He will take great care to ensure that no harm comes to your wings, as they are the symbol of your connection to him, of your uniqueness.

𐂂 His jealousy knows no bounds. If anyone dares to even glance at you the wrong way, he will take immediate action. He doesn’t hesitate to show his displeasure, whether it’s through cutting words, subtle threats, or making it clear that he is the only one worthy of your attention. He might even isolate you from others, placing you in a secluded part of the forest, away from prying eyes, where you can only be his. In these private moments, he showers you with adoration, but his possessiveness is ever-present.

𐂂 Thranduil is a master at subtle dominance, taking control of situations without overtly showing it. He expects obedience, but he does not force it—his charisma, his allure, and his overwhelming presence make it impossible for you to resist him. He can sense when you need affection or when you are pulling away, and he will know how to draw you back to him with a tender touch or a possessive word.

𐂂 In his darker moments, when he feels you slipping away or when another threatens to take your attention, his possessiveness turns darker. He becomes more commanding, more insistent. His touch becomes firmer, his kisses more urgent, as if he can’t bear the thought of anyone else taking you from him. “You will stay with me,” he murmurs against your skin, “You are mine, now and forever.”

𐂂 Thranduil’s love, in its darkest form, becomes an all-encompassing obsession, a need that twists his otherwise noble heart. He will never let you go, and anyone who dares to try to take you from him will regret it. His love is possessive, controlling, and suffocating, but beneath it all, he truly believes that you, the fairy, are the only one worthy of his affection, and he will stop at nothing to keep you in his arms, where you belong.

📜 𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭

Yandere/Dark Elf Elrond x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

✶ Elrond’s love for you is all-consuming. His feelings begin to shift from noble affection to something far darker, bordering on possessive obsession. As a half-Elven being, he sees you as a rare and ethereal creature, a being of light that he cannot afford to lose. He watches your every movement with hawk-like precision, your every word echoing in his mind as he tries to predict your every need. He no longer allows you to wander freely in Rivendell without his presence, as the idea of you slipping away—of you being taken from him—is an unbearable thought.

✶ Elrond’s natural inclination towards leadership grows twisted. He wants to control every aspect of your life—where you go, who you speak to, and even what you feel. He convinces himself that his desire to keep you close is for your safety, but it soon becomes apparent that his true desire is to ensure that no one else can reach you, can touch you, or can love you the way he does. His regal demeanor is now a mask for a deeper, darker hunger.

✶ Elrond takes it upon himself to “protect” you from all harm, even if it means isolating you from everyone else. He sees the world beyond Rivendell as a threat, and you, as the one fragile thing in his life, must be kept away from it. He keeps you secluded in Rivendell, taking long walks with you around the same familiar places, refusing to let you venture beyond his sight. At times, he’s even gone so far as to forbid you from speaking to other Elves, or anyone outside his inner circle, lest they distract you from him.

✶ His affection, once gentle and kind, becomes a suffocating force. Every word he speaks is laced with a possessive undertone, as he constantly reaffirms that you are his and his alone. “No one will ever take you from me, meleth nín. You are mine—now and forever.” His words are calm, but they hold a chilling certainty. His love has become a cage, and with each passing day, the walls grow tighter.

✶ Elrond’s gifts become more elaborate and controlling. Instead of simple tokens of affection, he offers you grand, but carefully chosen, presents. He gifts you a garden within Rivendell—a space so secluded and intimate that no one but you and him may enter. He tends to it personally, ensuring that it is a reflection of his mind, where you are the only flower, the only thing that matters. Each gift, though beautiful, is a way for him to mark his claim on you.

✶ Elrond’s jealousy manifests in subtle but intense ways. He doesn’t let you out of his sight if someone else expresses interest in you. If anyone dares to talk to you for too long, his icy gaze is upon them, watching from a distance. He doesn’t need to interfere directly, for the mere thought of you being approached by another is enough to make him act. If he believes a bond could form, even one of friendship, Elrond will intervene, ensuring that person is swiftly removed from your life—whether through politics, influence, or mere intimidation. He justifies it to himself as protecting you from others’ unworthy intentions.

✶ Elrond’s view of the outside world becomes increasingly disdainful. He sees the race of men and other creatures as weak and fleeting. Their desires, their love—they all pale in comparison to what he offers. He’s not concerned about the well-being of the other inhabitants of Middle-earth as much as he is about keeping you safe, but safe in his arms, isolated from everyone else. You’re his, and he’s willing to watch the world burn before he lets anyone take you away from him.

✶ Elrond’s intimacy with you becomes slow, deliberate, and possessive. Every kiss, every touch, feels like a claim—his fingers tracing over your skin as though he’s mapping your soul. When you’re alone, he showers you with affection, but it’s clear it’s for his own satisfaction. His slow kisses hold a forceful edge, as if reminding you that you are bound to him. He presses himself close to you at all times, and his love for you is always coupled with a strong, unyielding possessiveness. “You are the only one for me, melethril nín. Never forget that.”

✶ His speech becomes even more poetic, yet dark and obsessive. “You are the light of my life, my heart, the only soul I would ever sacrifice for.” He speaks in phrases that hint at his belief that you and he are fated—no one else could love you as he does, no one else could understand you as he does. “Forever, meleth nín, forever we will be as one. There is no future without you.” His love has taken on a tone that speaks not of equality, but of possession.

✶ While Elrond remains the wise, composed leader on the surface, behind closed doors, a cold, calculating nature emerges. If you try to defy him, even in the smallest of ways, you will see the mask slip. His words will turn harsher, more commanding, and his hands will grip you with possessive strength. “Do not test me, meleth nín. You belong to me. No matter how far you try to run, you will always return to me. I will not let you leave.” His once calm demeanor will give way to a storm of dominance, and it’s clear that his patience is running thin.

✶ Elrond convinces himself that he’s giving you choices, but in reality, you are always bound by his will. He will take you to places you would enjoy, all while making sure you know he’s the one who chose them for you. You believe you have some semblance of freedom, but with each passing day, it becomes harder to distinguish where your desires end and his control begins.

✶ In his heart, Elrond feels justified, believing that your love for him is written in the stars. He truly believes that this obsessive, possessive love is for your own good, and that no one else could ever love you as deeply or truly as he does. He is your protector, your lover, and your only source of light in a world of darkness. Whether you agree with him or not, Elrond will make sure you never forget it.

✶ Elrond’s protective nature becomes an all-consuming obsession. His love for you, a delicate and ethereal fairy, manifests in a fierce determination to keep you safe, though his definition of safety is one of total isolation. He will not let you leave Rivendell, often insisting that the outside world is too dangerous for a fragile creature like you. His fingers will often trace the delicate bones of your wings, marveling at their beauty, while he quietly tells you, “No one shall harm you while I draw breath, meleth nín. Your wings are too precious for this world.”

✶ Every inch of your being, from the shimmering tips of your wings to the curve of your waist, becomes his to cherish and, at times, to control. Elrond will always find ways to be close to you, touching your wings as if they were extensions of himself. He caresses the edges of your wings softly, his touch slow and deliberate, leaving a possessive mark that lingers. When he holds you, his arms will wrap around you with the intent to feel your wings pressed against his chest, ensuring that you’re physically close to him at all times.

✶ His affection is tender, but it’s always laced with an undeniable sense of dominance. He will often gently pull you into his embrace, running his fingers through your hair or along the delicate veins of your wings. When you sit beside him, he may run his hand along your wing’s edge, each touch a silent claim, and whisper, “You are mine, little one, as much as your wings belong to the heavens.” He has no intention of sharing you with anyone, and the idea of another admiring your wings fills him with a possessive rage.

✶ Elrond, aware of your fairy nature, will often bring you delicacies and treats. These are not merely for sustenance; they are a way for him to further entrench himself in your life. He will feed you by hand, placing small morsels of food on your lips and gazing at you with longing, as if to say, you are mine, even in your smallest acts. His touch will linger after feeding you, fingers grazing over your lips, and he will kiss your hands, the back of your neck, or your wings as if tasting your very essence.

✶ After your physical intimacy, Elrond’s tenderness will extend into slow, affectionate moments where he presses you close to him. His kisses are drawn out and measured, tender but intense. He takes care to brush his lips over your wings, as if savoring the warmth and beauty of them. When he pulls you close, his hands gently hold your wings in place, making sure they’re not crushed under his embrace, as if treating them as fragile treasures that only he is allowed to touch.

✶ Elrond’s dark version sees your wings not only as beautiful but as something to cherish exclusively. He might tie soft silken ribbons around the base of your wings in a delicate and symbolic way, ensuring they are kept close to him and that no one else can see or touch them. The act is one of worship and control, an intimate display of ownership that he ensures only he can ever untie.

✶ In private moments, Elrond might demand your full attention, ensuring you never wander far from him. He’ll pull you into his study, keeping you seated by his side as he reads, one hand absently running over your wings while the other holds his scroll. His voice might grow soft and low, filled with longing and possessiveness, as he murmurs, “There is no need to leave, meleth nín. The world outside is unworthy of you. You belong here, with me, for all eternity.”

✶ Elrond’s dark affection for your wings becomes a form of obsessive worship. He will often gaze at your wings with a mixture of awe and desire, touching them reverently. He knows their delicate beauty, their fragility, and he treats them as something sacred, yet something that only he is allowed to possess. His touch on your wings becomes a constant reminder that no one else should dare come close, that your wings are a symbol of your bond with him alone.

✶ In moments of intimacy, when he feels the need to reassure himself of his control over you, Elrond will whisper sweet promises in your ear. “You are the only one I will ever need,” he would say, his voice low and full of an emotion that is not entirely tender. “Your wings, your soul, your heart—they belong to me, and I will keep them safe forever. No one will take you from me.” His breath will be hot against your neck as he places another kiss on the delicate skin of your shoulder, near the base of your wings, reaffirming the bond between the two of you.

✶ Even when you move about Rivendell or within the safety of your private spaces, Elrond is never far. He watches from the shadows, knowing that your wings and beauty could attract unwanted attention. At the slightest hint of danger or an unfamiliar gaze upon you, he will appear swiftly by your side, wrapping his arm around you possessively and guiding you away with quiet authority, a warning in his eyes to anyone who dares come too close. “You are mine,” he will murmur, his voice dark and commanding, before retreating to the seclusion of his chambers where he can keep you safe and bound to him.

✶ Elrond’s dark love comes with whispered commands. He may order you to stay within certain boundaries of Rivendell, his gaze cold and unyielding when he senses your desire to venture beyond. “The outside world is not for you,” he will say, his words authoritative. “Stay with me, by my side, where you are safe. I will not lose you to anyone, least of all to your foolish whims.”

👑𝓖𝓲𝓵-𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭

Yandere/Dark Elf Gil-galad x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

🜲 In a dark, yandere interpretation of Gil-galad, the High King of the Noldor, and his interactions with a female fairy reader, things would shift from his normally honorable and composed nature into something far more obsessive and possessive. The darkness of his love for you would twist his noble characteristics, making them intense, controlling, and somewhat unsettling.

🜲 The Obsession as Dark Gil-galad While Gil-galad’s wisdom, nobility, and responsibility are some of his most revered traits, in this yandere version, his wisdom turns to a dangerous kind of obsession. His deep love for you, the fairy, becomes all-consuming. He watches your every move, studying your expressions and habits as if they were pieces of a puzzle he must solve. He becomes fixated on the way you speak, the way you move, even the smallest details of your existence.

🜲 He refuses to let any other male approach you, seeing your beauty and ethereal nature as something only for him. This isn’t out of jealousy, but a deep conviction that your soul belongs to him alone. If anyone shows interest in you, he would subtly, but harshly, remove them from your life, often using his influence as a king to quietly banish anyone who dares to intrude upon what he views as his rightful domain.

🜲 In a dark version of Gil-galad, his protective instincts are not just to safeguard you, but to isolate you from any potential harm. He would keep you hidden from the dangers of Middle-earth—his people, or even the world itself, would be seen as threats. He doesn’t want you to experience the pain and suffering that could be caused by anyone, even if that means keeping you away from everyone but himself.

🜲 Your every move is watched, but he would justify it as “keeping you safe.” Even a mere walk in the garden would be heavily guarded, as he insists on being by your side at all times. He would begin to suppress your own freedom, never truly allowing you to be yourself or experience the world as you once did. But all of this would be done under the guise of “love” and “protection.”

🜲 Yandere Words His speeches would turn darker, more possessive. He might whisper sweet words of devotion in your ear, his voice trembling with an almost manic need to be near you. His compliments would grow more intense, filled with an obsession for you, calling you his “moonlight,” “goddess,” or even “soulmate” in a way that echoes his belief that you were meant to be his, no one else’s.

🜲 He would frequently speak of “forever,” implying that your bond transcends time, both in terms of the literal and metaphorical sense. To him, there is no part of Middle-earth, no piece of reality, where he would let you go. He’d see you as the embodiment of his hopes for the future, the one soul that can make all the pain and sacrifice he’s endured worth it.

🜲 His desire to express his affection would turn into an overwhelming need to make you feel his love. No one else’s affection could compare to his. His words would be poetic, deeply romantic, yet chillingly possessive: “You are the light of my kingdom, the only soul I would ever sacrifice everything for, my love.”

🜲 Possession and Control He would subtly, yet forcefully, begin to control your life. Every decision you make, every moment of your day would somehow revolve around him. Even if you love something that isn’t directly tied to him, he’d make it his mission to make sure that he’s involved in your life. If you spent time alone with someone else, even for something as innocent as a friendly conversation, he would be there, watching from the shadows, ready to swoop in if things went too far.

🜲 His “gifts” for you would be imbued with his own personal touch—perhaps a garden of flowers, but one that only he tends to, so no one else can approach you. Maybe he would create a sanctuary just for you, a private world where no one else can enter, but all of it would be his doing, with no part of your existence outside of his control.

🜲 His affection for you would be obsessive, suffocating at times, but always laced with a veneer of nobility and gentleness. You’d never feel abandoned or unloved, but the weight of his affection would make you feel constantly watched and cared for in a way that feels unnatural. Every time you express love or affection for him, it fuels his obsession. He would respond with a soft smile, but there’s a hint of something darker behind it—this is his love, and no one else’s could ever rival it.

🜲 In private moments, he’d indulge in intense physical affection—holding you tightly, wrapping you in his arms, kissing you deeply, as though reaffirming his claim on your heart. These acts might feel like genuine affection, but the darkness beneath them would be palpable.

🜲 The Darker Side of His Love Behind his serene, composed exterior, there is a growing storm of control. While he keeps up his public persona of the noble High King, in private he’s a much more dangerous figure. If you ever try to leave or express doubt, his demeanor would shift instantly. His voice would turn colder, and his gaze would pierce through you, unyielding. The moment you try to escape, even in the smallest way, he would remind you that you belong to him—body and soul. His calm nature would disappear, and a cold, calculating side of him would emerge to bend you to his will.

🜲 He would say things like, “You are mine, now and forever. You cannot escape me, even if you wish to. You are my heart.” His voice would not falter, his grip on you becoming more vice-like with every passing day.

🜲 The Dark Elf Transformation As a “dark elf” version of Gil-galad, his connection to his people and his responsibilities may remain, but his sense of justice and duty would be warped by his love for you. His obsession would manifest not only in his personal life but also in his role as High King. His decisions as a ruler would begin to revolve around you, prioritizing your desires and safety above the needs of his people or even the greater good.

🜲 Gil-galad would be fascinated by your wings, which symbolize your ethereal beauty and unique nature. He would often trace them gently with his fingers, but it’s clear that this touch goes beyond admiration—he wants to claim them, almost as though he’s marking you as his own. He would insist that you stay near him at all times, fearing that someone might take advantage of your beauty or your wings.

🜲 He would make sure that no one can get too close to you, keeping a vigilant watch over every movement. At times, his concern might be suffocating. If you tried to take a walk in the garden or venture outside of his sight, he would insist on accompanying you, subtly ensuring you don’t go anywhere without him. If necessary, his personal guards would be stationed just outside the door, always on alert, ensuring no one approaches.

🜲 Creating a Sanctuary for you as Gil-galad would craft a private sanctuary just for you, a garden or a room within his palace where you can be alone—yet, even in solitude, he is there, watching over you. He’d fill it with flowers, many of which would be handpicked by him, a symbol of his claim over your heart. These flowers, while beautiful, would be the only ones you’re allowed to interact with. No one else would be permitted to approach them, much like no one is allowed to approach you.

🜲 At times when his fear of losing you overtakes him, he would pull you into his arms and hold you tightly, his chest pressed against yours, as though he could absorb your very essence. His touch would be firm, controlling, but always laced with an undercurrent of love, as though reminding you that you belong to him.

🜲 In private, Gil-galad would whisper words of adoration, calling you his “moonlight” or “little flower,” but in a darker tone, as though every syllable is a reminder of his dominance over you. His kisses would not be the gentle pecks you may have expected, but deep, passionate kisses that feel like a seal of ownership. He would kiss your forehead, your lips, your neck, and even the back of your hands, tracing the outline of your wings with his lips in an attempt to reinforce his connection to you.

🜲 Wings as a Symbol of Ownership His obsession with your wings goes beyond affection. He would often caress them, taking care to gently stroke the feathers. His actions would be both possessive and tender, as if keeping them safe from the world outside his control. He might even ask you to keep your wings wrapped close to you when others are around, subtly instructing you to hide them from view, further isolating you from others.

🜲 Gil-galad’s affection is not just about being near you; it is about controlling your environment. He would make sure you are always surrounded by his presence and by the things that remind you of him. Small tokens, like a necklace with a stone that glows faintly in your presence, would be given as gifts, symbolizing the bond he believes you share.

🜲 Whenever he speaks to you, his words are always full of dark devotion: “You are mine, and only mine,” he’d say with a calm yet possessive tone. He would speak of “forever,” of a bond that transcends time and space, convinced that your souls are intertwined in ways no one can understand. “Even if you wished to leave me, you could never escape,” he would softly murmur, his voice carrying an unsettling certainty.

🜲 In moments when you are lost in thought, reading or gazing into the distance, Gil-galad would watch you intently. He finds your moments of solitude the most beautiful because, in those moments, your wings seem to glow softly in the light, and your beauty is all his. He might approach you slowly, pressing a kiss to your temple or whispering sweet words that make you aware of his unwavering presence.

🜲 Isolating You Any potential threat, whether it’s a person or even a situation, would be swiftly dealt with. If a person expresses interest in you, he would use his kingly influence to subtly remove them from your life. At times, his methods would be underhanded, ensuring that you remain alone with him. His desire for exclusivity extends to every part of your life—your social interactions, your time, your freedom—everything is carefully curated by Gil-galad.

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