#I've never used the word culminate before

[mylucayathoughts]

Alex on his way back from Paris is one of the most underrated Taylor scenes in Red White and Royal Blue and I think he did such a splendid job there. It's underrated in the sense that, it's not as talked about as his coming out to Henry scene or lake scene or Kensington palace confrontation scene, mostly possibly because it's so short (about 9 seconds). But it's one of my favorites and it owns my heart 🥺♥️. I even talked about it a bit in my little moments series part 1, but not nearly enough.

To me, this scene was incredibly beautifully acted. Taylor poured his heart and soul into it. I believe he discussed it with Matthew extensively and put a lot of thoughts on his approach to it. He knew, the focus would be on his face and he had to portray the many emotions of Alex perfectly and boy did he deliver!

Alex was seen to be so lost in thoughts on the plane, taking in all the new things that had happened, contemplating Henry and their situationship, navigating all the new feelings that were bubbling up within his chest.

He was thinking about Henry, who had become such a good friend to Alex in such a short amount of time, who listens to him, supports him, reassures him while having his own demons to deal with, his closetedness, unsympathetic grandparent. I'm sure Alex felt heard, connected, loved and at the same time feeling a new sense of responsibility towards Henry, to care for him, to protect him. He was falling so fast in love with Henry. This must have been overwhelming to him in the best possible way. And you can see it in the way he goes from pensive to taking in a deep breath. I love how it shows that he is relaxing and coming to terms with all these new feelings.

And he tears up a bit at the weight of them, the weight of all the good things, the prospect of something much bigger and more beautiful than a hook up. And he smiles, ever so softly, at how happy and at peace it made him feel.

I cropped the photo so that his teary eyes can be seen a little better. This 9 second scene is so important and sets the tone for the rest of the movie. Alex was clearly very serious after this about their relationship. His transition from showing just pure Physical want and devouring looks (at the polo match), and then just having a good time with Henry, discovering little things about each other (garden scene and Paris Cafe scene) to Paris hotel scene where they make love for the first time and him pouring his heart out to Henry, and seeing Henry say all the right things, respond in the most loving way, has been done so seamlessly and all of it culminate in this plane scene. And it's so apparent that Alex is grasping and accepting all of that. It's just amazing to see Taylor portray this with just facial expressions (and not through a convo with a friend like it's sometimes done in movies). Such a well scripted and well acted scene, it was so refreshing to watch 🥰

#So this has been sitting in my drafts forever #I finally finished #Red white and royal blue #Rwrb thoughts #Alex Claremont Diaz #Taylor Zakhar Perez #Firstprince #Tzp #I've never used the word culminate before #Idk if it was the right choice #🤡 #English is tough #Also idk how to end an essay 🤕 #Planning to write a Henry one as well #a similar scene with no dialogues just expressions #That I love #I actually have two scenes like that #Let's see if I can find the time and energy #Mylucayathoughts

[violet-eng]

f!reader reacts to Zhongli (Morax)! "apoptosis" during Rite of Descension | angst + 🔞 NSFW

So... I've always wondered how Zhongli's close friends (let's pretend he has close friends) would react to his death during the Rite of Descension...

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Summary: Zhongli and you are a couple, and you know he's Rex Lapis. How would you react if your beloved dragon boyfriend dies in front of your eyes during the Rite of Descension? Or worse yet, how would you react if you found out that he is actually alive?

Tw: Angst (a lot), smut, 🔞, MDNI, p i v, nipple sucking, words of hate during sex (i hate you), mentionsof death.

🎨 by: Nid417 2k words.

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The soft caress of Zhongli's fingers on your forehead woke you up in the morning, bringing you back to the earthly realm and wrenching you from the comfortable sleep you had taken as a reward for your performance the night before. Like every night, Zhongli had abused you in bed, using you until he left his empty balls in your belly. 

The light streaming through the window, the rays of sunshine heralding a new day, brighten your face as you realize that Zhongli has gotten out of bed. You watch him get dressed, the shirt covering his arms, golden marks on his dark skin, the marks of your nails on his back, crimson traces open to the passage of your passion.

"Today is going to be a long day," your ardent lover says as he adjusts his tie, "I'm sorry to have to wake you, it's never my intention to cause you any discomfort, but I'm afraid on this occasion it was absolutely necessary."

"The Rite of Descension is today, I had forgotten," you mention, leaning back on your elbows and rubbing your eyes, the locks of hair falling over the valley of your breasts, the sheet covering you sliding down to your waist, giving Zhongli a magnificent view as he adjusts his pants.

"When it's all over, we should have dinner... and then maybe try our luck at starting a family," he says, though it's hard to make out his words because of the volume of his voice. Zhongli speaks with a tinge of nostalgia, a back and forth of dark feelings and a melancholy aura, he has been in this state for several weeks now.

"I guess there's no point in me asking you again what's wrong with you today," you say, embellishing the sentence with a subtle laugh, sometimes your dear Morax is very secretive about his feelings and manages to become hermetic and unshakable as a rock, today is one of those days.

"I promise you that once the Rite culminates, all your questions will be answered," he says, sitting next to you, caressing the curve of your back and tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. One of Zhongli's favorite images is your face when you wake up...especially the morning after a good fuck. There's something about your puffy eyes that drives him crazy, or the scarlet color on your skin from his teeth the night before that makes him lose his mind, whatever it is, he finds you to be the most charming creature he's ever met in his millennia of existence.

"I only ask you," Zhongli says, continuing the conversation, keeping the cryptic tone he had a few moments ago, "I only ask you not to be afraid, no matter what you see, do not be afraid. I will come back to you no matter what happens”

"You always do," you say as you turn around, your face lit up with a smile and your breasts in full view as you reach out a hand that manages to caress his cheek, "that's our contract, darling, you always come back to me."

Zhongli fiercely fights the desire to fuck you at this moment, these words and this image you have given him.... He takes a deep breath before getting up from the bed, ignoring his instincts. There will be time to indulge your carnal desires.

You know the Rite of Descent in detail, you have witnessed it and heard it performed firsthand. This time there is nothing out of the usual, perhaps a new face or two, but nothing out of the ordinary. You find yourself looking forward to what will happen next, and perhaps during the night you will comment to Zhongli how strange it is to see him in his draconic form, and how sweet you find his empathic act of introducing himself to the....

The rumble of the lifeless body of the Lord of Liyue falling echoes through the place. The offerings table is a mess, and the ensuing uproar even more so. There is talk of murder, the Millelith rushes in pursuit of the suspects, and as the rest of the crowd disperses, you lie in place, frozen, stunned by what you have witnessed. You bring your hands to your chest in a reflex to stop the heartbeat that seems to pierce your skin, the sound of the Millelith's footsteps confused with the thumping rhythm of your heart, your lip trembling and your hands sweating, your trembling fingers clutching the fabric of your clothes, trying to bring you back to reality as you watch the body of your beloved Morax lying lifeless before your eyes.

"Tell Wangsheng Funeral Parlor what happened," Keqing orders you... or is it Ningguang's voice? " Y/n! There's no time to waste, go!"

Much to your chagrin, you find yourself running to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, your eyes on the verge of bitter tears and deep weeping, but you cannot afford to do so, not when you cannot explain your reaction to others. You walk down the stairs, wondering: Did Zhongli's recent attitude mean that he suspected that someone wanted to kill him, and if so, why didn't he trust you? The questions cloud your mind, you stumble over some people while debating with yourself, Zhongli knew it, in short, that's why he had such a mysterious attitude lately, he knew he would abandon you? No, you're cursing yourself, you can't think about him like that, especially now that he's... You can't even think of the word, Morax, Rex Lapis, your beloved Zhongli, is an immortal being who has traveled miles of life, he is a powerful being, the strongest of the gods... or he was... ....

You resign yourself to the facts, to the image of the dragon lying on the rubble, his chest motionless, his eyes lifeless... you had not even been able to say goodbye to him that morning. With regret gnawing at your heart, you burst into Wangsheng's funeral parlor and called out to Hu Tao.

"Rex Lapis," you say with a lump in your throat, as she grabs your arms and asks you to calm down, "Rex Lapis is..." you pause over your words as the figure of your lover emerges from one of the offices.

"Y/n" Hu Tao agitates you, but you are absorbed in the image coming towards you, the way Zhongli hurries to give you a drink.

"He's dead," you manage to finish the sentence without taking your eyes off Zhongli. Hu Tao is shocked by this and laments over such an unfortunate event, delving into theories that could have led to something like this happening.

"There is no reason to jump to conclusions at a time like this," Zhongli suggests, "Ninnguang must need help.

It is Hu Tao who leaves the place at his subordinate's suggestion, leaving him in charge of your welfare, your poor condition being too obvious to the average eye. It is just the two of you in the room, the sound of commotion outside is beyond reproach, but at this moment, you are oblivious to what is going on outside.

Zhongli holds out his coat to you, draping it over your shoulders and adjusting the collar over your chest, you holding the drink he offered you a few moments ago. You analyze him closely, your eyes scanning him in detail, taking in every inch of his image. 

"Y/n," he whispers as he caresses your shoulders, his hands coddling your arms, looking at you like an infant about to cry.

"Zhongli," saying his name feels like breathing out your last breath of life. You bring your hesitant hand to his face, a reflection of your desire to check if what you are observing is real. You press his skin against your palm, and he leans into the familiar touch of your caress.

"My beautiful y/n, I beg your forgiveness" he muses as he moves the cup away from your hands, to take your small limbs between his, kissing your knuckles gingerly.

The gesture causes you to burst into tears, to throw yourself into his arms and release the sea of bitterness and pain that had built up in your chest. Zhongli pulls you close to him, wrapping you in an embrace that he hopes will never break, that he hopes will prove how sorry he is for the hurt he has caused you. You ask him for explanations between sobs, you reproach him for not being clear with you, for letting you believe he was dead, you beat his chest in agony and resentment, and he allows you to do so, if it were up to him, you could actually kill him at that very moment, he deserves no less, not when he has made you shed tears for him so bitterly.

"You should have told me" you whimper, and your legs start to shake. The burning in your chest grows and you feel like you will faint at any moment. Zhongli senses it, senses every change in your organism, so he hurries to ask you to return home.

The road passes in silence, Zhongli has put his arm around your shoulder, and along the way he has showered you with pleas to redeem himself, but you ignore him, you don't even look at him, and that hurts him deeply.

You cross the door and go into the room to lie down on the bed, finally you can no longer use your legs, you have never felt so weak, so useless... You let out the rest of your cry on the pillows, leaning on your hands, your chest heaving for air, the shock hasn't completely left you...

Zhongli approaches you and puts a hand on your back, but you clearly warn him not to come near you, not to touch you, and maybe you are being too hard on him, but it is what you think he deserves. 

"Go away," you order sharply, "you're supposed to be dead... you..." you speak nonsense, it's the pain of shock that overwhelms you.

"What are you saying?" Zhongli exclaims in anguish, searching for your face, though you hide it well for him. He struggles with you, trying to bring you to your senses, "I'm here, my love, it's me... I'm alive," he says, taking your hands and pressing them to his chest, where his desperate heart beats in desperation. You look at him pitifully, your eyes drenched with tears, your lip trembling.

"This is the heart of a living man," he says, "and this is the warmth of a living man's skin," he says, bringing your hands to his neck and chest, unbuttoning his shirt in a desperate act, and as the shock of his desperation strikes your complexion, you seem to snap out of your trance.

"Zhongli..." you finally whisper.

"Here I am, beautiful, I came back for you..." he muses, pressing his forehead against yours.

"You always..." you falter, "you always come back to me," your breath mingles with his, as hot as yours. You rush to his lips, so eager to taste his breath of life, the divinity escaping his mouth like groans as you bite his lip, pressing it harder against your mouth.

"This is our contract," Zhongli says between kisses, a trickle of saliva between the two of you as he removes his shirt and your clothes.

He fucks you with anger, with desire and a burning he didn't know he was holding back. And you scream, your moans high and boisterous, not caring what is happening outside or how sacrilegious it is that you are fucking while everyone outside is suffering the death of Rex Lapis... the same Rex Lapis who is pounding on your cervix with fervor and enormous force, the same one who is massaging your clitoris while sucking on one of your nipples.

"I hate you," you spit angrily, drowning out your moans as you cling to his arms.

"It's what I deserve," he says, just as vulgar as you, sonorous and quite vocal, resting one of your legs on his shoulders, "hate me all you want, y/n, but then scream my name when you cum and when you give birth to our children."

"You bastard," you moan as your fingernails leave scarlet marks on his sculpted shoulders, "don't stop.... Zhongli, don't stop," the way he pounds you is delicious and your guts know it as they twist in a hot knot as his cock makes its way into your pussy.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," he repeats, not stopping his assault, settling on top of you to look at the bulge rising in your belly where his cock is abusing you. He puts one of his hands on yours, the other massaging your thigh and the flesh on his shoulder, looking at you with a devotion that you do not recognize, as if you were a treasure, a goddess....

His hips crash mercilessly against yours, and you, as spiteful as you are horny, can't help but make the most vulgar sounds you can. You feel Zhongli's balls slapping against your skin, the frantic movement in and out of your pussy, the way something inside you seems to snap from the force of his penetration. He has you wide open for him, fully exposed, and he gives himself to you like the devotee he is when he fucks you, seeking only your pleasure.

"Zhongli..." you moan as one of your fingers gently caresses the line that divides his scarred abdomen, your digit running down the valley of his rock hard muscles....

"Let me take care of you, darling," he says, taking your hand and planting a kiss on the back of it, leaning down to capture your lips with his mouth. His tongue penetrates the roof of your mouth and you feel your throat receive the visit of such a welcome guest.

Zhongli turns you over, your body snug against the sheets, your face deep in the mattress, and he on top of you. He continues to stir your loins as he lets his chest fall on your back, his face sinking into your shoulder, and you feel that this way, so close to him, he has better access to you. His cock twists in your favorite spot, the one that makes you let out a yelp and reach out a hand for support, grasping the silk between your fingers. Zhongli intertwines his hand with yours, and there, trapped beneath his body, at the mercy of his relentless assault, he whispers a "I love you" with deep regret.

"Zhongli," you moan, completely trapped between the bed and how well he is fucking you, your hands trapped in his, "I love you...damn it...I love you," you cry out as you convulse beneath him, your orgasm erupting as he bathes your velvety walls with his white seed.

You turn your face to breathe. Zhongli doesn't let go or leave you. You stay like this for a moment, enjoying the heat the other gives off. Zhongli kisses your shoulder blade and you feel the remains of his cum leave you as he pulls his cock out of your abused hole. The empty feeling makes you moan. He doesn't let go of you at any point, clinging to you as he lies down and sets you beside him, wrapping you in his arms, securing you in an embrace as he leaves deep kisses on the back of your neck and shoulder. Your chest heaves for air, the ecstasy you feel is unlike anything you have experienced before, no previous encounter has ever been like this.

"I didn't mean it," you say, your voice hoarse, your throat scratchy from shouting, "I don't hate you...I couldn't," you turn to him, meeting amber eyes that look at you with calm and deep regret.

"Do you forgive me?" he asks in a sweet, syrupy, insistent tone. 

"My dear Morax," you whisper, taking refuge in his chest, "I forgave you the moment I felt your aching heart beat with concern for me."

These words are enough for Zhongli to ease the weight he was carrying so that he can rest his chin on your head and breathe in the scent of your hair, mixed with the smell of sex in the room.

He strokes your back, running his fingers over your small human form, downplaying the commotion outside, focusing only on you and your well-being....

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[diejager]

I've been reading the Stepfather! Konig fic and I had just an idea. What if to get away and feel at least some safety reader fakes their death and joins the military with many fake names and constantly changes up themself to keep safe and away from König and Horangi?

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, military, recruitment, enlisting, military inaccuracies, tell me if I missed any.

Where was the best place to hide? The last place they would look, right under their nose. You managed - somehow - to keep your papers a secret from them, you were lucky they dealt with things online on encrypted servers, keeping it as hush-hush as possible. Fortunately, there weren’t many requirements for enlisting, all they had asked was your age, level of education and citizenship, some vague papers about you and that was all. You bode your time, leaning on your freedom when you left the house to hit the gym to get a head start in your training, pack a bit of muscle and get into a tight routine to get used to it before you joined; and buying the few things you’d need to build you stage with the few materials and story you made up. 

You were prepared when the time came, just a week before your training and your body thrummed with adrenaline and anxiety, slowly finishing off your plan. And when the time was right, you struck, vanishing with the car that you drove into the lake, you made sure that it was deep enough to be left untouched until you had at least finished your training. It was a stroke of luck, sheer luck that you made it to the base, flashing your papers and given a permit to meet the major of the base to receive your identification once you passed the examinations and interview. 

“Welcome to hell, cadet!” Were the first words you heard in the mass, dressed in the black and white uniform of the navy you stood ramrod with others beside you. 

They separated men and women in the early stages of training, once the selections were done, they’d mix both sex and leave them to train and learn together. It was a gruelling process, the physical and mental exhaustion of it all almost made you crash more than once, mind on the brink of frustration and muscles worn into painful bruises. You’d seen friends - made through nights of venting and moaning about life - and acquaintances quit early or halfway through the training and education. They were weeding out the weaker ones, the less competent and determined from the rest. You feared being picked of quitting, but you powered through it, all your blood, sweat and tears culminated to your graduation nearly eleven weeks later. 

You could stand with pride in yourself, head held high as you received your praises from the major, his rough voice echoing through the room in congratulations. You took your oaths and were given a white uniform and a hat, the black cap and gold encrusted hat that gleamed under the sun. You were proud; you were happy; you felt accomplished and free. You thought of flying, to be and feel as free as the birds that soar the skies, perhaps you’d join the aviation branch of the Navy. It didn’t seem like such a bad idea, to be moved and passed around wherever you were needed, never staying in one place made finding you much harder if König and Horangi found your bluff. 

But you’d gone so far, done so much to take things back or be taken back. You’d accomplished something with what little you had and you knew- You knew that your mother would be so proud of you for persevering. 

“I miss you, mom,” you kissed the sole picture of your mother, the only thing you thought worth keeping, “I’m sorry, I miss you.”

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[vpgoldenrod]

Aziraphale's Haunted Look: On Being Forcibly Outed and Exiled From The Garden

While we're all talking about Aziraphale's reaction to the kiss, I'm surprised by those who thought Aziraphale looked disgusted because that's not an emotion I'd seen in him at all. There's sadness, and confusion, and anger, but I couldn't remember seeing disgust. When I watched the scene again I realized there's something else going on that really struck a chord with me. It's an uncomfortably familiar look.

He feels exposed. And I know what it feels like to be exposed in such a violent and intimate way.

Stay with me, I promise this is relevant to my analysis.

I didn't know what being transgender meant when I was a kid. Being raised in a fundamentalist Christian house meant that I wasn't exposed to those ideas, so I lived my life feeling like something was always just kind of broken. It was like I was looking right through the problem at other things, trying to alleviate symptoms without understanding why they existed in the first place. I eventually met other trans people, who gently nudged me in the direction of my truth. I even became aware that I had experienced some minor dysphoria. Every time I came close to acknowledging the truth however, my eyes would once again begin to glaze over the problem. I always managed to subconsciously shove it back into a little box and move on with my life. It was like I accidentally “did a big miracle” and hid this truth from myself so well that I continually forgot it was there.

Til one day I had an encounter that changed everything.

We're friends now but oddly enough, it was only meant to be a fling. I won't go into too many details because it's not just my story, but it was a lovely time that culminated with us meeting and doing what adults do. The person I was with, a cis man, silently clocked me the minute we were face to face. For reasons I now understand, without warning and in the middle of our shared intimate experience, he decided to talk dirty to me as if I were a gay man.

No one had ever spoken to me like that before. It had never occurred to me to ask anyone to do that, or that anyone would want to. I was in an intimate space and filled with the typical emotions and endorphins one has during sex, but it was a fling. I had walls up. So for the first time in my life, in this incredibly vulnerable position, someone grabbed me by my lapels and forced me to face a deep truth about myself that I'd spent decades silently dancing around. It was a blunt, irrefutable truth and it hit like a sucker punch to the solar plexus. He saw me when I was very much not trying to be seen, and there's few things more terrifying than that.

Even now, years later, I have such a hard time putting into words the overwhelming emotions I felt that night. There were so many, and yet somehow I can see every single one of the emotions I felt in Aziraphale's face when Crowley lets him go. My heart breaks all over again seeing how exposed he felt. He can barely make eye contact until he stumbles onto the one emotion that gives him his agency back: anger.

Gabriel shows up to the bookshop completely naked. When a bewildered Aziraphale points it out Gabriel says, “Who told you I was naked?”

But that's not how the story goes.

God looks for Adam in the garden, but he hides from her. He eventually tells God, “I heard your voice in the garden and I was afraid because I was naked, so I hid myself.”

Then God asks Adam, “Who told you you were naked?” And of course Adam knows he is naked because he ate the apple.

I've made jokes about Crowley being the apple that bit Aziraphale, but I forgot the bit that happens afterwards. He is aware of his own nakedness. He is exposed. To God, to Crowley, and to himself. As a result he is exiled from the safety of his Eden. Man, if this isn't the perfect analogy for being forcibly outed I don't know what is.

This show is so gay you guys.

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[emeritusemeritus]

Could I request a Fred Weasley x reader where they’re at the burrow and it’s just like tooth rotting fluff?? Like domestic and cute and I want to claw out my own eyeballs, ya know?

My love, I can certainly do Fred fluff for you! 🖤

Warnings: None? Tooth rotting fluff and happy families. Banter and teasing with George. A whole lot of love from Fred.

Word count: 943

The Burrow was the pinnacle of comfort in your mind. The sight, the textures, the smells, everything about it was warm and homely. Everything in the Burrow was a culmination of thrift and creation, table cloths made from old curtains, cushion covers from a gifted bedspread, home knitted clothes and a weird and wonderful collection of odd and non-matching china that only added to the unique and homely feel. Each corner, scuff on the floor, mark on the door frames had a story, a history and was well loved and tended to.

Your favourite piece in the entire Burrow was a soft blanket in the twins room, a complete mismatch of fabric that had been quilted together with the softest lining you'd ever felt. It was cozy, warm and smelt like home. Molly had very kindly gifted you a replica one year for Christmas that you'd fallen in love with and been abundantly thankful for, tears welling in your eyes as you threw your arms around her on pure appreciation. But nothing compared to the original, the scent of Fred imprinted into the blanket. The memory of cuddling under the blanket as you watched the rain fall on the wooden window, completely at peace with Fred arms holding you tight was almost imprinted onto the blanket itself, the reason why the new one just couldn't compare.

"Are you leaving that blanket any time this week?" George says with a smirk, stepping into his room and throwing himself down on the opposite bed whilst you snuggled into Fred's with the blanket.

"Nope," you replied with a grin, "I want to be buried in this blanket."

"Reckon it's had more cuddles that me this entire week," Fred says from the doorway, a smirk on his face as he watches in on you and George.

"Oh shove off," you say with a roll of your eyes; reaching out with your sock covered toes to try and playfully jab him.

"That's a bloody lie, you've both been joined at the hip since you got here," George snarks playfully, "it's actually quite disgusting."

"Aww no need to be jealous Georgie, you'll have him all to yourself again soon," you tease, earning a pillow thrown in your direction that makes you all chuckle. You burst out laughing when Fred suddenly lunges at George trying to hug him as he squirms trying to get away from his slightly older brother.

"If you wanted a cuddle Georgie you just had to ask."

"Shove off," he says, trying to sound out out but the smile on his face says otherwise.

"Or was it her you wanted to cuddle?" Fred adds, gesturing to you with a nod of his head, as he throws himself backwards onto the bed, falling in your lap. "I'm used to sharing mate but even I've got boundaries."

"Gits, both of you," George says, trying to hide him smirk as you both laugh. Fred's hand immediately reaches out for you, holding your leg through the blanket as your hand finds its way into his hair, stroking and messing the soft strands.

"Dinners ready!" You hear Molly call from down the stairs and mere seconds later George is up off the bed and running down the stairs before Fred has even moved a muscle.

"Come on you great oaf I'm starving," you say with a chuckle, trying to push him off you as he resists, dead weighting on top of you.

"So rude princess," he says with a smirk, slowly getting up from your lap, reaching for your hand and pulling you up.

Settling down at the dinner table with six of the Weasleys, each of you served up with a massive portion of home cooked food, you never wanted to leave. Ron and Ginny were arguing about some quidditch non-issue, George and Fred were whispering amongst themselves about an idea they'd had for their growing business, Molly was busy fussing about the kitchen as Arthur tried to sneakily read the daily prophet under the table without his wife seeing. It was chaos in the most wonderful way. You wanted this forever, wanted this for yourself. You looked at Fred, hoping that one day you'd be able to have all of this with him; a Weasley in your own right, your own personal branch of Weasley's all with red hair and big smiles like their dad.

"Y/n dear, you don't have to help," Molly says with a smile as you start clearing away and helping, wanting to pull your weight.

Fred appears behind you, linking his arms around your waist as you stand scrubbing the pots from dinner, the rest of the family having dispersed for the evening. He leans down, kisses your head and rests his chin on your shoulder as he begins pressing little kisses to the side of your neck making you squirm and laugh from the ticklish sensation.

"Caught you staring at me earlier princess, nice thoughts?”

You can almost hear the smirk on his face as his nose ghosts over your ear and hair, snuggling into the crook of your neck.

“I want this, in our future, all of this,” you say with a smile on your face. He slowly turns you around, placing a large hand on your hip as you reach fir the tea towel and dry your hands before slinging your arms around his neck, body pressed between him and the counter.

The smile on his face is your favourite sight, the smile reserved only for you. Both drunk on love and each other, you share a tender kiss.

“I’ll give you everything sweetheart, all of this and more.”

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Sinful Sunday is here! How about a romantic and passionate wedding night with Kirishima? 😍😍😍

Warnings: aged-up Kirishima (+25yo)

SINFUL SUNDAY

In the dimly lit room, the soft glow of candlelight cast flickering shadows on the walls. A sea of rose petals adorned the large, canopied bed, and the air was heavy with the scent of lavender and vanilla. The scent of desire was even stronger. It was the wedding night, and you and Kirishima had been eagerly awaiting this moment.

The room seemed to hum with anticipation as you stood before each other, dressed in the finest garments that seemed to vanish with each delicate touch. Kirishima's intense, crimson eyes locked onto yours with an unspoken promise, and his rough, calloused hands gently cupped your face.

He brushed his lips against yours, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down your spine. "You look amazing," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. His warm breath danced across your skin, igniting a fire within you.

You couldn't help but smile, your fingers lightly tracing the chiseled contours of his chest beneath his crisp, white shirt. "And you, my love, are simply breathtaking," you replied, your heart pounding with passion.

With a deep, passionate kiss, the world around you disappeared. It was just the two of you, locked in an embrace that seemed to transcend time. Kirishima's hands slid down your body, caressing every inch with a tenderness that was in stark contrast to his usual rugged demeanor. He slowly lowered you onto the bed, the softness of the rose petals beneath you adding to the sensual atmosphere.

As your bodies entwined, the fabric of your clothes seemed to melt away. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered declaration of love seemed to build the flames of desire higher and higher. Your whispered words of affection and longing filled the room, creating a symphony of love that was both intoxicating and beautiful.

"I've never wanted anything more than I want you right now," Kirishima confessed, his voice raw and honest.

You gazed into his eyes, lost in their intensity. "I've waited for this moment for so long," you replied, your heart brimming with love. "I love you, Eijiro."

The night continued to unfold with an intensity that left you both breathless. Kirishima's fingers explored the contours of your body, igniting a trail of sensations that seemed to converge at the very core of your being. He leaned down to kiss your neck, his lips trailing along your collarbone and making you gasp with pleasure.

The soft rustling of the bedsheets accompanied your movements as you rolled over, straddling him with a teasing smile. You could feel his heartbeat quicken beneath you as you ran your fingers through his vibrant, crimson hair. "Eijiro," you whispered, "I want to make this night unforgettable for both of us."

His eyes gleamed with desire as he watched you, and he nodded in agreement. The two of you shared a deep, lingering kiss that spoke of your love and longing. With slow, deliberate movements, you both shed the remnants of your clothing, exposing your bare bodies to each other.

The sensation of skin on skin was electrifying, and you reveled in the warmth of each other's bodies. Kirishima's hands traveled up your back, his touch igniting every nerve ending. Your lips met once more, a fiery kiss that seemed to transcend words.

The culmination of your wedding night was a slow and passionate lovemaking session that transcended mere physicality. It was a celebration of your deep connection, a union of hearts and souls.

With your bodies intimately entwined, you guided Kirishima's dick inside you, and the sensation was electric. Every movement was a testament to your love, a dance of desire and affection that seemed to blend your very essences together. Your eyes never left each other's, the intensity of your gaze reflecting the depths of your emotions. His dick soon nestlead comfortably in your pussy. "I love you," you whispered, leaning forward to steal a kiss from his parted lips.

"God, you feel so good around my cock, my love. My beautiful wife," he whispered.

His thrusts were deliberate as he bucked his hips into you, meeting all of your movements as you slowly rode his cock, each one filling you with an overwhelming sense of pleasure. The room echoed with soft sighs and whispered words of love, the rhythm of your lovemaking echoing the cadence of your hearts.

You rocked your hips back and forth, taking his hands and placing them on your boobs.

Eijiro eagerly rubbed your aroused buds, getting his upper body off the bed to wrap his lips around one of your nipples, sucking the bud in his warm mouth.

You whined quietly, his name was the only thing to leave your parted lips as you were gasping every now and then.

As you moved together, your bodies responded to each other's desires. The passion built like a crescendo in a symphony of love, rising higher and higher until it reached its peak. In that moment of pure ecstasy, your bodies and souls merged, and you felt a connection that was beyond words.

Kirishima held you close, his fingers entwined with yours as you both experienced the ultimate release. It was a shared climax that left you both breathless and spent, a physical manifestation of the love and passion that bound you together. Your slick juices covered his shaft, mixing with his seed that milked the velvety walls of your needy pussy.

"I love you," Kirishima repeated like a mantra, his voice a constant reassurance. "Don't get off me just yet, please, my love. I wanna feel your wetness for a little longer…"

"I love you too," you responded, your heart feeling as if it would burst from the intensity of your emotions, slowly laying your chest on top of his, gently rolling your hips a few more times, earning a gasp from your husband.

"God, you're driving me crazy, babygirl. My wife."

As you rolled your hips, yur mixed releases gushed out of you, even if you were still stuffed with his flaccid dick; the juices slowly streamed down his dick, covering the pool around the hilt of his penis.

The night seemed to stretch on forever, a testament to your love and desire. In the quiet moments that followed, you lay entwined, bodies glistening with sweat, and hearts filled with an unshakable bond. As the world outside the window gradually awakened, you and Kirishima knew that your wedding night was just the beginning of a lifetime of shared passion and love.

And as the first rays of dawn broke through the curtains, you and Kirishima lay tangled in each other's arms, the promises of forever etched in your hearts, and the memories of this unforgettable wedding night etched in your souls.

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charmed [18]: 'the finale: part 2' (remus lupin x reader)

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a/n: here it is ;'). the culmination of 3 years. before i say too much, there will be an epilogue so that is some consolation to me. because im in complete denial that its ending. i've never completed a piece of work of this magnitude before, and its completely thanks to the amazing love and feedback you have shown me that has kept me going. stay alert for the epilogue:) but without more waiting, here is the final part of charmed.

a/n: oh also, because i try to keep it as canon and tight as possible: unlike in the movie, remus doesnt transform OUT of his clothes. if not, he'd wake up naked lol. also, the book says hogsmeade station is not next to the village. i used the video game version where they're side-by-side for plot convenience.

18.

After hours of darkness, dawn’s first light etched its way through the thick trees of the Forest. Wolf shrunk back down into man, and heavy with exhaustion, he passed out onto the soft mossy floor.

A few trees away, high up in the branches, laid a watchful dove, who had fallen fast asleep with her head under her wing.

Moments passed, and the sky began to lighten with coats of yellow painting over the dark hues of black. They both awoke. Y/N floated down to where Remus was and transformed back.

“You okay?” She croaked, grabbing onto his robes that had brand new tears in it from last night.

Remus nodded. “And you?” He cradled her head in his two hands gently and looked down at her stomach.

She nodded back. They pulled each other into a silent hug, their heads pounding and their hearts tight with fear. They were both terrified of what had happened last night, but they didn’t speak on it. They needed the last of their energy to make it back to the Castle, where hopefully, everyone from last night laid safe and would be able to retell everything.

Finally, they reached the Whomping Willow. After grabbing Harry’s cloak and the map they had left there last night, they made their way into the castle. Fawkes was there to greet them, perched upon the railing of the staircase. Y/N and Remus took this as a sign, and followed the bird through the quiet, dim castle into Dumbledore’s office.

“Thank you Fawkes,” Dumbledore said softly as they entered his study, petting him on the head as it returned to its stand. “Professors, you have had a long night.” He gestured to his large divan, on top of which Y/N and Remus gladly crashed. 

“Headmaster—“ Remus cried out softly, the word shakily exiting his mouth in desperation and weariness.

“Do not fret, I will explain everything.” Dumbledore waved his hand, and two steaming cups of tea appeared in front of them, as well as a plate of small cookies. “Please.”

Y/N and Remus gratefully brought the warm liquid to their mouths, and squeezed each other’s hand as Dumbledore began explaining everything. He told them that Ron, Harry and Hermione were currently safe and sleeping in the Hospital Wing. He is unsure of the details on what went down after them two had gone into the forest, but the three children were brought into the castle by Snape, passed out on stretchers. 

Dumbledore proceeded to explain that Hermione had been in possession of a Time-Turner all year long to attend extra lessons. 

“All it took was a word of them freaking out over Sirius and Peter for me to understand everything. But of course, no one would believe the word of three 13-year-old’s and even less mine who had witnessed nothing. I had to maintain neutrality in front of Fudge. That is when I proposed Miss Granger the plan to turn back time. You might forget that one more innocent life was falsely accused last night. And thank goodness, Hermione and Harry succeeded. They snuck back into a presumedly locked Hospital Wing and Sirius took off on Buckbeak right before midnight, with Fudge, Macnair and Snape completely in the dark.”

Remus and Y/N finally exhaled the breath they had been holding in for hours. 

“Thank God.”

“So he’s free?” Remus asked. “Sirius?”

“Yes he is, Remus.” Albus responded.

Remus leaned back into his seat, pressing his fingers against pursed lips. The back of his eyes burned. He nodded. He shut his eyelids for a second. His friend was alive. He was out there.

“God, this is such a mess.” Y/N shook her head, burying her head in her hands. “Pettigrew got away.” She looked up at Dumbledore with worry in her eyes. “What will this mean..?”

Dumbledore shook his head wistfully. “There is no way to know.” He paused in deep reflection for a second. “There is no way to tell right now.”

The three sat together in silence for some time. There was gravity in the air as to what a now free Pettigrew might imply.

“Professors.” Albus smiled warmly. “You have done greatly. I suggest you two get some rest. Before the whole school wakes up. I need to finish writing this letter to the Minister.”

They nodded and left after thanking him for everything.

Remus and Y/N walked slowly, hand in hand.

“At least he’s alive.” Y/N managed to smile, looking up at Remus.

He returned the smile. “He is. He’s out there.” He said, bringing Y/N’s knuckles to his lips.

“Now, come on, into bed.” Remus said almost sternly once they entered their room. He sat Y/N on the edge of the bed and bent down on one knee, insisting on untying her shoes for her. “This much stress can not be good for the baby.”

Y/N laughed incredulously, watching as he proceeded to remove her socks for her, then massaging her feet gently. She knew that whatever fatigue she was feeling, Remus had it 100 times worse, but she saw him push through it in attempt to make her more comfortable.

“Remus?” She said softly.

“Yeah my love?” He said, lifting her arms to pull off her shirt.

“I love you.”

Remus paused with her shirt halfway off. “I love you too.”

Y/N giggled, as her head was stuck in the fabric, but Remus didn’t care and leaned down to kiss her.

Finally completely undressed, Y/N flopped onto her pillow. She ran her hands across her pelvis lovingly. “Our little cub.”

She was so tired that she drifted immediately off to sleep, not noticing how Remus had frozen on the spot. “Cub” set off an alarm in him, a panic that he couldn’t quite shake. He closed his eyes, clutching his blanket tightly to his chest.

+

Y/N felt Remus toss and turn in the bed beside her. She ignored it the first few times, until the last one finally brought her back to full consciousness.

“Are you awake?” She grumbled.

“… No.” He whispered back.

Y/N opened an eye to peek at him.

Remus took a deep sigh and sat up.

“What’s up?” Y/N joined him.

“This… might sound stupid,” Remus began, “but I don’t know, you said something earlier that just really triggered me.”

“Oh?”

“You referred to our baby-“ Remus smiled slightly at the word and the thought, “as a ‘cub’”. He grimaced.

“Oh…”

“It just sent me in a panic and I haven’t been able to quite shake it— and the thoughts, they’re paralyzing me.”

Y/N listened carefully as he continued.

“I just think about me potentially passing down my condition to an innocent child- our child- and having it have to suffer so much, all because of me.”

“Hmm.” Y/N said. “Can I speak— is that all you wanted to share?”

Remus nodded.

“Would you still love my child even if it had the same mental health issues as me?”

“Of course, that’s not even a question.” Remus said.

“So what’s the fundamental difference between that and lycanthropy?”

“Well, you cannot compare the two, they are simply not— being a werewolf is dangerous to others.“

Y/N shrugged, “I could argue that a bunch of conditions can make someone dangerous to others. But yeah, I understand. Fundamentally though, this is our child. Ours, Remus. You and me. I’m going to love this baby so much, because it will be part you. Not in spite of that. And it may inherit some of your worse traits, but it will also inherit the things that make you-” Y/N cupped his face. “the most wonderful man I’ve ever met. If it inherits lycanthropy, it will just be one gene out of 5 million other ones. It won’t change a thing in how much I will fucking love them.”

Remus remained silent.

“Yes, it’ll come with its own challenges. But having a kid was never gonna be easy right? And it’s nothing we can’t prepare for? It’s not like tracking the moon and handling transformations is completely new to us. We would just have two little furry friends every month instead of just the one. And they can come to Hogwarts, just like you have. And they’ll experience all the joys and laughs and cries at this castle as we have. Plus, they will get to grow up in a time where Wolfsbane is more accessible.”

Remus looked half-convinced.

“Plus, the baby will be half me. Will you not love something that is half me?” Y/N pouted.

Remus chuckled, finally breaking, throwing his head to the side. “Of course, I’ll love it. I love things that are 1% you, I love things that aren’t even you but remind me of you.”

Y/N cooed.

Remus put his arm around Y/N’s shoulder and brought her head to his lips. “I love you more than anything there is, and the only thing I would more is I fear, our baby.”

Y/N felt a tear creep up to her eyes. “Me too. So we’ll be okay, okay?”

Remus took a deep breath, feeling the air transition in and out of his body. “Okay”.

The fear wasn’t as strong. He kept holding onto Y/N, until the fear almost went away completely. And they fell back asleep.

+

Their time of respite was cut short by a knock on the door. Y/N stirred, rubbing her eyes. What time even was it? She turned to see Remus still deep in slumber. She smiled, and got up.

“Professor McGonagall!” She said in slight surprise to find her at their door. 

“I’ve come to bring you breakfast,” Professor McGonagall said, carrying a tray with two plates on it.

“Oh, thank you! Come in, come in.” She ushered her in, letting her set the tray on the table. 

“There is… something else I need to discuss.”

“Oh?” Y/N folder her arms across her chest.

Professor McGonagall sat down and ushered Y/N to take the chair next to her. 

“Professor Snape, this morning… at breakfast… well— He told everyone about Lupin’s condition.”

Y/N swallowed. She took a deep breath. Then she began nodding slowly. “Everyone?”

“Well, he mostly said to the Slytherins, but you know the school: if one student knows, every one will know.”

Y/N nodded again, pursing her lips.

“I am really sorry, Y/N.” Professor McGonagall said regretfully. “He… he does not deserve this.”

Y/N merely continued to nod. “Thanks for coming to tell me this, Minerva.”

McGonagall stood, and laid a hand on her shoulder.

“And thank you for the food.”

Y/N watched the older witch leave and looked back at the bedroom door. She tapped her foot nervously. She checked the clock. Breakfast was still being served. She got up. 

Most of the students were enjoying their meal quietly as the Great Hall was filled with a low buzz of morning chatter, cornflakes being poured into bowls and envelopes of morning mail being ripped open to read. Suddenly, the doors burst open, and Y/N came storming in.

“SNAPE!”

A hush fell over among the students, as they were slightly distraught to see their Charms teacher like this. 

She spotted Snape at the teacher’s table, who had awkwardly set his goblet down. “SNAPE!” Her angry footsteps echoed off the walls of the Hall.

“WHERE do YOU get off, telling people about MY HUSBAND’s business?!!” She yelled.

There was a huge, collective gasp from the students.

“Are you this PATHETIC that you feel the need to stoop THIS LOW, and ruin Remus’ ENTIRE reputation? Based on WHAT? HUH? WHAT— are you mad that things, WHERE YOU HAD NO PLACE TO BE TO BEGIN WITH, didn’t go YOUR WAY? SOMETHING YOU WERE COMPLETELY WRONG ABOUT BY THE WAY— you didn’t even TRY to hear us out, but that’s just how you are, isn’t it? SO STUBBORN, I don’t know if you know this, SEVERUS, but we are ADULTS NOW. I COULD PULL THE SAME SHIT AS YOU AND EXPOSE SO MUCH OF WHAT YOU WERE— NO, ARE— but I won’t, I don’t want to waste my BREATH.”

Multiple professors had run down at this point to hold Y/N back, and were busy rushing her to the side and out of the room.

“I’d start with how you got that BUMP on your head, but that doesn’t even matter—“ Y/N fought, “and DON’T EVEN THINK of raising your wand at me, I am PREGNANT—“

The entire student population let out another gasp in unison.

“But again, it wouldn’t be unlike you to want to hurt A CHI-I-I-LD”.

The last word echoed through the doors as Y/N was pulled away by a swarm of teachers.

The Great Hall burst out into a swarm of loud, buzzing chatter as Snape quickly turned away and vanished from his seat.

“OH MY GOD?”

“WHAT JUST HAPPENED—“

“HER HUSBAND?!”

“AND SHE’S PREGNANT—“

“DID SHE REALLY MEAN TO LET SLIP THAT LUPIN IS HER HUSBAND OR—“

“I fucking KNEW IT! FINALLY!”

“BLOODY HELL, WE GOT A CONFIRMATION FOR REAL NOW THAT—“

“PROFESSOR Y/L/N AND LUPIN, I mean, it’s always been—“

“We BEEN knew—“

“HUSBAND?!!!!!!!!!”

Fred and George had risen to their feet on top of their seats with a large roll of parchment and began crying out: “Alright, listen up! Those who bet AGAINST Professors Y/L/N and Lupin, come pay up OR double or nothing— GENDER OF THE BABY! COME PLACE YOUR BETS, WILL IT BE A BOY OR GIRL, BOY. OR. GIRL?!”

It took Professor McGonagall 30 minutes to break up the hullabaloo of gossip-wired teens and dispatch the students into their respective common rooms where they could get ready for the Hosmeade visit scheduled that day.

+

Harry, Ron, and Hermione left the hospital wing at noon, and it was to find an almost deserted castle (courtesy of Professor McGonagall’s incredible crowd-herding skills). The students were all ushered out to the village and she hoped they would burn enough energy shopping and exploring.

Neither Ron nor Hermione felt like going, however, so they and Harry wandered onto the grounds, still talking about the extraordinary events of the previous night and wondering where Sirius and Buckbeak were now. Sitting near the lake, watching the giant squid waving its tentacles lazily above the water, Harry lost the thread of the conversation as he looked across to the opposite bank. The stag had galloped toward him from there just last night.... 

A shadow fell across them and they looked up to see a very bleary-eyed Hagrid, mopping his sweaty face with one of his tablecloth-sized handkerchiefs and beaming down at them. 

"Know I shouldn' feel happy, after wha' happened las' night," he said. "I mean, Black escapin' again, an, everythin' -- but guess what?" 

"What?" they said, pretending to look curious.

"Beaky! He escaped! He's free! Bin celebratin' all night!" 

"That's wonderful!" said Hermione, giving Ron a reproving look because he looked as though he was close to laughing. 

"Yeah... can't've tied him up properly," said Hagrid, gazing happily out over the grounds. "I was worried this mornin', mind... thought he mighta met Professor Lupin on the grounds, but Lupin says he never ate anythin' las' night...." 

"What?" said Harry quickly. 

"Blimey, haven' yeh heard?" said Hagrid, his smile fading a little. He lowered his voice, even though there was nobody in sight. "Er -- Snape told all the Slytherins this mornin'.... Thought everyone'd know by now... Professor Lupin's a werewolf, see. An' he was loose on the grounds las' night.... An’ then Professor Y/L/N came rushing in, cussing Snape out and all that, cause he’s her husband you see. Don’t know where she’s at but he’s packin' now, o' course.”

"He's packing?" said Harry, alarmed. "Why?" 

"Leavin', isn' he?" said Hagrid, looking surprised that Harry had to ask. "Resigned firs' thing this mornin'. Says he can't risk it happenin again.”

Harry scrambled to his feet.

"I'm going to see him," he said to Ron and Hermione.

"But if he's resigned —" 

“— doesn't sound like there's anything we can do —" 

"I don't care. I still want to see him. I'll meet you back here." 

Lupin's office door was open. He had already packed most of his things. The grindylow's empty tank stood next to his battered old suitcase, which was open and nearly full. Lupin was bending over something on his desk and looked up only when Harry knocked on the door. 

"I saw you coming," said Lupin, smiling. He pointed to the parchment he had been poring over. It was the Marauder's Map. 

"I just saw Hagrid," said Harry. "And he said you'd resigned. It's not true, is it?" 

"I'm afraid it is," said Lupin. He started opening his desk drawers and taking out the contents. 

"Why?" said Harry. "The Ministry of Magic don't think you were helping Sirius, do they?" 

Lupin crossed to the door and closed it behind Harry. 

"No. Professor Dumbledore managed to convince Fudge that I was trying to save your lives." He sighed. "That was the final straw for Severus. I think the loss of the Order of Merlin hit him hard. So he -- er -- accidentally let slip that I am a werewolf this morning at breakfast." 

"You're not leaving just because of that!" said Harry. 

Lupin smiled wryly. 

"This time tomorrow, the owls will start arriving from parents.... They will not want a werewolf teaching their children, Harry. And after last night, I see their point. I could have bitten any of you.... That must never happen again." 

"You're the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had!" said Harry. "Don't go!" 

Lupin shook his head and didn't speak. He carried on emptying his drawers. Then, while Harry was trying to think of a good argument to make him stay, Lupin said, "From what the headmaster told me this morning, you saved a lot of lives last night, Harry. if I'm proud of anything I've done this year, it's how much you've learned.... Tell me about your Patronus." 

"How d'you know about that?" said Harry, distracted. 

"What else could have driven the dementors back?" 

Harry told Lupin what had happened. When he'd finished, Lupin was smiling again. 

"Yes, your father was always a stag when he transformed," he said. "You guessed right... that's why we called him Prongs." 

Lupin threw his last few books into his case, closed the desk drawers, and turned to look at Harry. 

"Here -- I brought this from the Shrieking Shack last night," he said, handing Harry back the Invisibility Cloak. "And..." He hesitated, then held out the Marauder's Map too. "I am no longer your teacher, so I don't feel guilty about giving you back this as well. It's no use to me, and I daresay you, Ron, and Hermione will find uses for it." 

Harry took the map and grinned. 

"You told me Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs would've wanted to lure me out of school... you said they'd have thought it was funny." 

"And so we would have," said Lupin, now reaching down to close his case. 

"I have no hesitation in saying that James would have been highly disappointed if his son had never found any of the secret passages out of the castle." 

There was a knock on the door. Harry hastily stuffed the Marauder's Map and the Invisibility Cloak into his pocket. 

It was Professor Dumbledore. He didn't look surprised to see Harry there. 

"Your carriage is at the gates, Remus," he said.

"Thank You, Headmaster.”

Lupin picked up his old suitcase and the empty grindylow tank. 

"Well — good-bye, Harry," he said, smiling. "It has been a real pleasure teaching you. I feel sure we'll meet again sometime. Headmaster, there is no need to see me to the gates, I can manage...." 

Harry had the impression that Lupin wanted to leave as quickly as possible. 

"Good-bye, then, Remus," said Dumbledore soberly. Lupin shifted the grindylow tank slightly so that he and Dumbledore could shake hands. Then, with a final nod to Harry and a swift smile, Lupin left the office. 

+

“After you, darling.” Remus said, holding the carriage door open.

“Thank you.” She hummed, taking Remus’ outstretched hand and climbing into the carriage.

They settled into their seats and the Thestrals began to move. They looked out the window, watching the Castle grow smaller and smaller. Tears rolled down Y/N’s cheeks.

She turned to face forward, slumping into the back of her seat and sighed. She glanced at Remus, who was staring back at her. She pouted.

“You don’t have to come with me, you know.” He began.

She shook her head.

“You can finish the term properly, hand out grades, enjoy the end-of-year feast…”

“We’ve talked about this, Rem.” She cut him, placing her hand on his shoulder. “I wanna be with you. Don’t want you to be alone right now. Plus, if you think I didn’t ask the house-elves to cook up something for me…us…”

Remus laughed incredulously as Y/N showed him the contents of her bag, which included a few wrapped sandwiches, several pastries, a banana and an apple, and homemade candied almonds. 

The two wistfully looked out the window. 

“I want to tell you, Y/N, that—“ Remus looked down at his hands. “This year might have been the best year of my life. Of course there were other happy years in my life, like some at Hogwarts as a child, or when I met you, but…”

He pursed his lips together and looked back at the Castle. “There’s something about being back here… with you this time… Hogwarts was the first place I had ever found joy. And friendship. And being able to revisit it so many years down the line as a man, and experience it doing something I love with whom I love, also doing what she loves…” 

His voice broke as he covered his eyes.

“Oh, Remus.” Y/N grabbed his hand. “I feel the same way. I didn’t really know you when we were first here. But being able to experience Hogwarts with you, it’s been… well, magical.”

Y/N looked at him intensely through glassy eyes. “Oh, and I hate that it has to end like this, I do, no I do—“ She reiterated as he began shaking his head. “Because, you don’t tell yourself this enough, but you have so much to be proud of this year. I’m so proud of you. You’ve accomplished something so special here, you might not see it but I do, I’ve been seeing it all year. You were so important to those students. I literally heard it everyday- in the hallways, in the classrooms, in the library- how much they loved you.”

Remus was full on crying now.

“You.” Y/N said, jamming a finger into his chest. “I have loved this year because of how much it has brought me back to, but it’s been everything to watch you shine. Because of simply who you are. You’ve gotten too used to hiding in the shadows. And I felt like falling in love with you all over again.”

They engulfed each other in a hug as they both cried into each other.

Finally, the carriage came to a halt. The two came apart, sniffling, wiping their wet faces on the sleeves of their robes.

“God, we’re such saps, aren’t we?” Remus let out a wet chortle.

Y/N did the same back.

They both stepped out, with their bags onto Hogsmeade Station. The train had just arrived for them, blowing steam in a loud whistle.

Remus took the bags and began climbing on with them.

Out of the corner of Y/N’s eye, she saw dozens of students on Hogsmeade’s main street, in the middle of their weekend visit. A few of them seemed to be looking back. Recognizing who they were, she gave a big wave with her entire arm. They all waved back. And suddenly, they began growing larger. They were running towards the train platform.

“Oh my God, they’re coming…” Y/N muttered as the mob of students trampled into the station.

A dozen “Professor Y/L/N!”s broke out in different voices.

“Where are you going?”

“We heard you’re pregnant!”

“Is it true?!”

“Will you be back to teach next year?”

Y/N beamed at them as she looked in each of their faces. There was a mix of all her students, from all years and all houses. She felt a pinch of sadness to see that Harry, Ron and Hermione were not present.

“You guys…” Y/N took a deep breath. She put her hand on the shoulders of the two students nearest her. “Yes, I am pregnant.”

There was a collective whoop.

“So, I don’t see myself coming back next year as I would be on maternity leave.”

There was a collective “aw” of disappointment. 

“What about Professor Lupin?” said a timid 1st-year.

Y/N smiled sadly. “I… don’t know, sweetheart.”

A shared expression of sadness fell upon the group.

“You know, we’ve been really depressed after hearing about Professor Lupin.” Seamus said, kicking his feet. “He was the best Defence teacher we’ve ever had!”

Remus had his ear pressed against the train door. He felt his heart clench. Y/N looked back at him and cocked her head slightly. He stepped down onto the platform.

The group of students erupted in cheers. “Professor Lupin!” They broke out in a cacophony of praise and sadness about his departure.

Remus bowed his head down in humility. He was at a loss of what to say. “I… thank you everyone. I am most glad that you have learned this much with me.”

A first-year stepped forward hesitantly, then lunged to hug Remus. Taken aback for a second, Remus then chuckled kindly and returned the hug.

“WE’RE GONNA MISS BOTH OF YOU SO MUCH!”

They then divided into two groups, one to group-hug Remus and the other, to Y/N. The two couldn’t stop laughing of glee, watching the scene unfold. 

“Can we write letters to you when you’re gone?!”

“Of course you can.”

Finally, the train whistled and it was time for Y/N and Remus to board officially.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us all year you two were married, by the way.” A student finally said.

Y/N laughed. “Yeah…” She took Remus’ hand. “But I hear you guys were quite keen on figuring it out.”

With one last goodbye, Y/N and Remus climbed up onto the train. They took their seats and waved back at the students through the window. The train tugged forward, and several of the students sprinted and ran across the train, tapping on the window.

Y/N and Remus laughed with tears in their eyes, watching them slow down and stop as finally the train turned out of the station and away from the platform. From afar, they could see a small McGonagall-shaped figure whisk all the students away and back into the village. The figure stopped for a moment and looked at the train. She nodded and waved.

The train picked up speed and within seconds, Hogsmeade was replaced with tall sets of trees on both sides. 

Y/N looked at Remus. He smiled. Taking a deep breath, Y/N closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder.

Remus sat there wide awake. He watched etches of forest zoom past them in the window. The train turned a corner and the trees dissipated, freeing the view upon the other side of the lake. The sky was impossibly clear, as tones of light blue filled his vision. Sun glistened atop the water’s reflection. He watched the scenery and thought back to his year, with a bright golden ball of light glowing in his chest. He knew it was going to be difficult to predict when he’d see Hogwarts again. But once again, it had changed him for good. And his future shined impossibly bright ahead.

With this feeling of warmth and hope, he closed his eyes and joined Y/N in her slumber.

#charmed #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #professor lupin x reader #prisoner of azkaban

[yournameloveskpop]

Reconnecting

Paring: Yeonjun x reader

Style: SFW, Friendship, Romance, childhood sweethearts, fluffy

Word count: 10,114

Warning: cheating

Y/N and Yeonjun's story was one of those rare, beautiful narratives that begin in childhood. They were the kind of sweethearts whose love seemed destined, transcending time and distance. When Yeonjun returned from America after two years, it was as if they had never been apart. Their connection was palpable, a silent acknowledgment of affection that didn't need words. Their families saw it, their friends saw it, and eventually, they saw it too. It wasn't long before they officially became a couple, much to the delight of everyone around them.

Their relationship was the epitome of young love – innocent, pure, and full of promise. When Yeonjun became a trainee at BigHit, their bond was put to the test. The rigorous training schedule, early mornings, and late nights began to take a toll on their time together. As Yeonjun's debut approached, their meetings became increasingly rare. Despite the challenges, their love remained steadfast. But Y/N understood the magnitude of his dream and the sacrifices it entailed.

"I remember our first date after you became a trainee," Y/N said one day, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. They were in their favorite café, a cozy little spot where they had spent countless hours talking about their dreams and future.

Yeonjun looked at her, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them. "I was so nervous that day. I kept checking my watch, worried I'd be late."

Y/N chuckled, a bittersweet smile on her lips. "You were late. Fifteen minutes. But I didn't mind. I was just happy to see you."

He reached across the table, taking her hand in his. "I've always hated how this dream of mine took me away from you."

"It's your passion, Yeonjun. It's what makes you who you are. I've always admired that about you," Y/N replied, her voice tinged with sadness.

They sat in comfortable silence, each lost in their thoughts. It was Yeonjun who broke the silence. "I think about us, you know. About how different things might have been if I wasn't training all the time."

Y/N squeezed his hand gently. "I think about it too. But then I see you on stage, living your dream, and I can't help but feel proud."

Yeonjun's eyes met hers, a mixture of gratitude and sorrow in his gaze. "But at what cost? I miss so many things, Y/N. I miss us."

The unspoken truth hovered in the air – their paths were diverging, and they both knew it. "Sometimes love means letting go," Y/N whispered, her voice barely audible.

Yeonjun's grip tightened. "Is that what we're doing? Letting go?"

"It's not giving up, Yeonjun. It's about wanting the best for each other, even if that means being apart," Y/N explained, her heart aching with each word.

Tears brimmed in Yeonjun's eyes. "I don't want to lose you."

"You won't," Y/N assured him, her own tears threatening to fall. "We'll always be a part of each other's lives, just in a different way."

They talked for hours, reminiscing about the past and pondering the future. As they walked out of the café, Yeonjun stopped and turned to her. "Can I do something? One last time?"

Y/N nodded, understanding his unspoken request. They shared a long, lingering kiss, a culmination of all their years together, filled with love, sorrow, and unyielding affection. It was a goodbye, but also a promise – a promise to cherish the memories, to support each other, and to remain connected, no matter where life took them.

And that was a promise they intended to keep. Six years had swiftly passed since Yeonjun and Y/N decided to part ways. In that time, Yeonjun had soared to great heights with Tomorrow X Together. Alongside Beomgyu, Soobin, Taehyun, and Hueningkai, he lived a life many could only dream of, filled with music, tours, and adoring fans. Y/N, meanwhile, had carved her own path, establishing herself as a successful interior designer, her work receiving acclaim for its creativity and elegance.

Despite the whirlwind of their careers, Yeonjun and Y/N remained close friends, keeping their promise. They would catch up over coffee, sharing stories and laughing over memories. Their texts and calls were a comforting constant, a bridge across their busy lives. Through Yeonjun, Y/N had also grown close to the other TXT members, who welcomed her like family.

Yeonjun, fully immersed in his idol life, had stayed single, his heart still tender from his split with Y/N. He had tried dating others, but none could fill the space Y/N left in his heart. Y/N, on the other hand, had moved on and was now in a long-term relationship. Yeonjun tried to be happy for her, but deep down, he couldn't shake off his feelings.

"Yeonjun, you okay, man?" Beomgyu asked during one of their late-night hangouts, noticing his distant gaze.

Yeonjun shrugged, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just thinking about old times, you know?"

Soobin chimed in, "We all have our what-ifs and might-have-beens. But you've got us, and you've got music. That's a lot."

Yeonjun nodded, grateful for his bandmates' support. "It's just... seeing Y/N happy with someone else. It's harder than I thought."

Taehyun patted his back, understandingly. "It's natural to feel that way. But you'll find someone who's right for you, Yeonjun. Just give it time."

Hueningkai added, "And until then, you've got five brothers right here."

Their conversation was a small comfort to Yeonjun, but the unease about Y/N's boyfriend lingered. He had met the guy a few times and couldn't shake off a certain off vibe. However, Y/N seemed happy, and he didn't want to cast a shadow over her happiness.

A few days later, Yeonjun and the TXT members were at an event where they bumped into Y/N and her boyfriend. The tension was palpable, but they all exchanged pleasantries.

"Yeonjun, you guys were amazing at the concert last week!" Y/N exclaimed, her eyes shining with genuine pride.

"Thanks, Y/N. Glad you could make it," Yeonjun replied, his heart skipping a beat at her smile.

Her boyfriend, standing a bit aloof, added somewhat stiffly, "Yeah, you guys are quite the performers."

The conversation flowed, but Yeonjun couldn't help but notice the subtle dismissive glances Y/N's boyfriend gave when she talked about her work. He bit back his concern, not wanting to cause a scene.

As the evening progressed, the TXT members noticed the dynamics too. "Something's off with that guy," Beomgyu whispered to Yeonjun.

"I know," Yeonjun replied quietly. "But it's not our place to say anything."

After the event, Yeonjun couldn't shake off his concerns. He decided to meet Y/N for coffee, hoping to subtly check if everything was okay.

"Y/N, how's work? Your last project looked amazing," Yeonjun started, as they sat in their usual café.

Y/N's face lit up. "It's been great! But, you know, it's a lot of work..."

Her voice trailed off, and Yeonjun sensed a hint of sadness. "Is everything okay? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

Y/N hesitated, then sighed. "It's just... sometimes I feel like he doesn't really support my career. He thinks it's a hobby, not something serious."

Yeonjun listened, his heart aching for her. He wanted to tell her she deserved better, but he held back, not wanting to overstep.

"Y/N, you're incredibly talented. Don't let anyone make you feel otherwise," he said sincerely.

"Thanks, Yeonjun. It means a lot," she replied, a small smile returning to her face.

Their conversation continued, with Yeonjun carefully offering support without overstepping. As they parted ways, he couldn't help but feel a mix of concern and lingering affection. Y/N entered the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. He greeted her with a casual kiss, his demeanor friendly but somewhat detached.

"How was your day with your idol friend?" he asked, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Y/N smiled, trying to brush off the slight edge in his voice. "It was good. Yeonjun's doing really well. We just caught up over coffee."

He nodded, seemingly uninterested, and adjusted his tie. "I'm heading out with some colleagues for dinner and drinks. Got to keep up the networking, you know?"

Y/N observed his sharp suit and polished appearance. "Sure, have a good time," she said, masking her disappointment with a smile. After he left, she settled into her evening routine, indulging in a long bath and some of her favorite cheesy romance movies.

Meanwhile, Yeonjun was out with his friends, Wooyoung and Chanbin. They were in high spirits, enjoying the night air and the buzz of the city. After a few drinks, their conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and playful banter.

As they strolled down the bustling street, Yeonjun's eyes suddenly locked onto a familiar figure. It was Y/N's boyfriend, unmistakable in his suit. He was with a group of guys, but what caught Yeonjun's attention was the girl sitting on his lap – and it definitely wasn't Y/N.

Yeonjun stopped dead in his tracks, causing Wooyoung and Chanbin to bump into him.

"Hey, what's up?" Wooyoung asked, looking in the direction of Yeonjun's gaze.

"Do you see that guy over there?" Yeonjun pointed subtly. "That's Y/N's boyfriend."

Chanbin squinted. "Isn't that... Wait, who's that girl with him?"

Yeonjun felt a surge of anger and concern. "I need to find out what's going on."

"Are you sure it's a good idea?" Wooyoung cautioned. "We don't want to start any trouble."

"I just... I can't let Y/N be in the dark about this," Yeonjun insisted, his voice firm.

The three cautiously approached the group, trying to remain inconspicuous. Yeonjun's heart raced as he observed the scene before him. Y/N's boyfriend was laughing and chatting with the girl on his lap, seemingly oblivious to the implications.

Wooyoung placed a hand on Yeonjun's shoulder. "Man, this is messed up. But are you sure you want to get involved?"

Before Yeonjun could answer, the group noticed their presence. Y/N's boyfriend looked up, his expression changing from amusement to surprise, and then to discomfort.

"Yeonjun, what a surprise," he said, his voice edged with forced casualness as he gently nudged the girl off his lap.

Yeonjun's gaze was steely. "I didn't expect to see you here... or like this."

The boyfriend stood up, brushing off his suit. "It's not what it looks like. We're just having some fun."

"Does Y/N know about your 'fun'?" Yeonjun asked, his tone icy.

The boyfriend scoffed. "Y/N doesn't need to know everything I do."

Chanbin interjected, "Dude, that's not cool. If you respect her, she should know."

The boyfriend rolled his eyes. "What are you, her guardians? Mind your own business."

Yeonjun took a deep breath, trying to control his rising anger. "She deserves better than this."

The boyfriend smirked. "And you think you're the one to tell her?"

Yeonjun didn't respond. He knew any further conversation was pointless. He turned to leave, Wooyoung and Chanbin following.

"Yeonjun, wait," the boyfriend called out. "Don't make a big deal out of this."

Yeonjun stopped but didn't turn around. "She'll hear it from me," he said firmly and walked away.

The rest of the night was a blur for Yeonjun. His mind was consumed with thoughts of Y/N and how to tell her what he'd seen. He didn't want to hurt her, but he knew she deserved the truth.

The next morning, with a heavy heart, Yeonjun called Y/N. "We need to talk. It's important," he said, his voice serious.

Y/N's voice was filled with concern. "Yeonjun, what's wrong?"

"Can we meet at the café? It's about your boyfriend," Yeonjun replied, his tone somber.

"I'll be there," Y/N said, a hint of worry in her voice.

As Yeonjun waited at the café, he rehearsed what he would say, knowing that no matter how he phrased it, the truth would hurt. Y/N entered the café, her eyes brightening as she spotted Yeonjun. She was pleasantly surprised to see not only him but also her favorite drink waiting on the table. It felt like a luxury to meet up more than once a month, a rarity given their busy schedules.

Yeonjun, seeing her cheerful smile, felt a pang of guilt. He knew the news he had to share would dampen her spirits, making the task at hand even more daunting.

"Hey, Yeonjun, what's up?" Y/N greeted him with her usual warmth. "This is a nice surprise!"

Yeonjun managed a smile, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, I thought we could use some extra time to catch up."

Y/N's brows furrowed slightly, sensing something amiss. "Is everything okay? You mentioned it was about my boyfriend."

He took a deep breath, steeling himself. "Did you know your boyfriend was out last night?"

"Yeah, he told me he was going out with his workmates for a meal and drinks," she replied, unaware of where the conversation was leading.

Yeonjun's frustration grew, knowing her boyfriend had only told her half the truth. "Did he come back after the night?"

She shook her head. "No, he texted saying he'd stay at a mate's place, said it was closer."

Just as Yeonjun was about to reveal what he had witnessed, a familiar voice called out to them. Y/N's boyfriend approached the table, interrupting their conversation.

"Hey, love!" he greeted Y/N, leaning in for a kiss. Her face lit up at his arrival, unaware of the tension between the two men.

Yeonjun watched, his expression hardening, though he tried to keep his glare subtle. He was caught off guard by the boyfriend's sudden appearance and knew this wasn't the right moment to reveal the truth.

"Yeonjun, didn't expect to see you here," her boyfriend said, with a hint of surprise and discomfort.

"Just catching up," Yeonjun replied coolly, masking his emotions.

Y/N, oblivious to the undercurrents, smiled. "Yeah, it's been a while since we all hung out."

Her boyfriend nodded, his gaze flickering between Y/N and Yeonjun. "Well, I won't keep you. Just wanted to say hi before heading to work."

After a brief and somewhat awkward exchange, her boyfriend left. Y/N turned back to Yeonjun, her expression one of contentment.

Yeonjun wrestled with his conscience, debating whether to tell her now or wait for a more appropriate time. Seeing her so happy and unsuspecting made him hesitant. He decided to hold back, at least for the moment.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Y/N asked, sipping her drink.

Yeonjun forced a smile. "Just wanted to check in, see how you're doing. We should do this more often."

Y/N beamed. "I'd love that."

As Yeonjun and Y/N continued their conversation at the café, his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He wanted to protect Y/N from the hurtful truth he had witnessed, yet he knew keeping it from her wasn't right. The weight of his secret cast a shadow over their meeting, a sharp contrast to Y/N's evident happiness at seeing him two days in a row.

Yeonjun's thoughts were interrupted by Y/N's cheerful voice. "It's been really great catching up like this, Yeonjun. It feels like old times, doesn't it?"

He forced a smile, his heart heavy. "Yeah, it does. I've missed this."

After their time at the café, Yeonjun headed back to HYBE for practice, while Y/N left for a meeting with a client who was interested in her interior design services. The contrast between their moods couldn't have been starker. Y/N left feeling uplifted, while Yeonjun was burdened by the looming conversation he knew he had to have with her.

Upon entering the HYBE building, Yeonjun's mood was visibly dark. He stormed in, muttering under his breath, "I hate that guy," startling Soobin, Taehyun, and Hueningkai who were in the midst of a discussion.

"What's up with you, Yeonjun?" Soobin asked, concern evident in his tone.

Taehyun and Hueningkai also turned their attention to him, sensing that something was amiss.

"It's about Y/N's boyfriend," Yeonjun began, his voice tense. "I saw him last night at a bar... and he wasn't alone."

Beomgyu, who had been listening from a distance, joined the group. "What do you mean 'wasn't alone'?" he asked, his expression turning serious.

Yeonjun recounted the events of the previous night, how he'd seen Y/N's boyfriend with another girl sitting on his lap. His voice wavered as he spoke, revealing his inner turmoil. "It was clear that... what was happening wasn't innocent."

The members exchanged looks of shock and concern. "That's awful," Hueningkai said. "But what are you going to do about it?"

Yeonjun ran a hand through his hair, his frustration palpable. "I don't know. I want to tell Y/N, but I can't stand the thought of hurting her."

"So, you just keep it to yourself?" Taehyun questioned, his brows furrowing.

Yeonjun shook his head. "I can't do that either. She deserves the truth. But how do I break it to her without breaking her heart?"

Beomgyu leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "Yeonjun, sometimes the truth hurts, but it's necessary. Maybe she needs to hear it, especially from someone she trusts like you."

Soobin added, "Yeah, but be gentle, man. This kind of news can be devastating."

Yeonjun felt a deep sense of regret. "I keep thinking, if only I hadn't agreed to break up with her all those years ago. She wouldn't be in this situation, dealing with someone who doesn't value her."

Hueningkai placed a comforting hand on Yeonjun's shoulder. "You can't blame yourself for her choices, Yeonjun. We all have our paths, and sometimes they take turns we don't expect."

The group continued to discuss the situation, offering Yeonjun advice and support. They all agreed that Y/N needed to know the truth, but the concern was how to convey it without causing her unnecessary pain.

The day gradually turned to evening, and Yeonjun's mind couldn't escape the thoughts of Y/N. He was facing a conversation that could irreversibly alter the course of their relationship. The secret he harbored, combined with his unresolved feelings, made the situation profoundly difficult.

Determined to confront the situation, Yeonjun sent a message to Y/N, asking to meet again soon. His tone was serious, hinting at the gravity of what he needed to discuss. Y/N, sensing the urgency, agreed to meet the following day.

That night, as Yeonjun lay in bed, he was besieged by memories of the time he and Y/N had spent together. Their history was rich with moments of joy and love, but now, a looming sense of heartache overshadowed those memories. He knew revealing the truth about her boyfriend was necessary, yet the thought of hurting her was almost unbearable.

The next morning, Yeonjun awoke with a renewed sense of purpose. He was resolved to tell Y/N everything he had witnessed. It wasn't just about being truthful; it was about protecting her from someone who didn't value her as she deserved. As he prepared for their meeting, he braced himself for the challenging conversation that lay ahead. To support his account, he invited Wooyoung and Chanbin, who had been present when he saw her boyfriend's indiscretion.

They arranged to meet at Y/N's studio. She was planning to close early that day to spend time with her boyfriend. As she stepped out, locking up the studio, her face broke into a warm smile upon seeing Yeonjun and his friends. There was a flutter in her heart, a feeling she hadn't experienced in years, especially since this was their third meeting in a single month.

"Yeonjun, and Wooyoung, Chanbin too! What brings you all here?" Y/N greeted them, her voice tinged with surprise and delight.

"Hey, Y/N," Yeonjun replied, his tone serious. "We need to talk about something important. Is now a good time?"

Y/N's smile faltered slightly, picking up on Yeonjun's solemn demeanor. "Sure, is everything okay?"

Yeonjun exchanged a glance with Wooyoung and Chanbin before responding. "It's about your boyfriend. There's something you need to know."

Confusion and concern washed over Y/N's face. "What about him?"

Yeonjun took a deep breath, his heart racing. "Last night, we saw him with someone else. It wasn't just a friendly meeting."

Y/N's expression turned to one of disbelief. "What do you mean? He was just out with his colleagues."

Chanbin stepped forward. "We were at the same place. He was... well, he wasn't alone. There was a girl with him, and they were quite close."

Wooyoung added, "We wouldn't say this if we weren't sure, Y/N. It didn't seem right, and we thought you should know."

Y/N looked from one face to another, searching for some sign that this was a misunderstanding. "Are you sure it was him?"

Yeonjun nodded solemnly. "Yes, we're sure. I wouldn't tell you this if I wasn't absolutely certain."

A mixture of emotions played across Y/N's face – confusion, hurt, disbelief. "I... I need to process this."

Yeonjun reached out, his voice gentle. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't want to be the one to tell you this, but I thought you deserved the truth."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes. "I need some time alone," she whispered, her voice breaking.

As Y/N walked away, a profound sense of sorrow enveloped Yeonjun. He watched her leave, her every step echoing the tumult of emotions he felt. Wooyoung and Chanbin stood beside him, their expressions mirroring the gravity of the moment.

The silence that followed was laden with tension and unspoken thoughts. Yeonjun, lost in his own turmoil, was brought back to reality by Chanbin's voice.

"Yeonjun, do you still have feelings for her?" Chanbin asked, his tone gentle yet probing.

Yeonjun turned to face his friends, his expression somber. "It's complicated," he began, his voice trailing off.

Wooyoung nudged him, "It's okay to admit it, you know. It's obvious to all of us. You still care about her, a lot."

Yeonjun let out a heavy sigh, his gaze fixed on the direction Y/N had gone. "Yes, I still care about her. After all these years, my feelings haven't changed. But it's not just about that. Today was about doing the right thing for her, regardless of how I feel."

Chanbin placed a reassuring hand on Yeonjun's shoulder. "You did the right thing, even though it was tough. But now, what will you do about your feelings?"

Yeonjun shook his head, a mix of resolve and uncertainty in his eyes. "Right now, it's not about me. Y/N needs space to process all of this. I just want her to be happy, even if it means we're not together."

Wooyoung looked at him, admiration and concern in his eyes. "That's very noble of you, but don't forget to take care of your own heart too, Yeonjun."

Yeonjun managed a small, sad smile. "Thanks, guys. I just hope she'll be okay."

As they slowly started walking away from the studio, the air around them felt heavier, filled with the complexity of emotions and the reality of the situation.

Chanbin spoke up, breaking the contemplative silence. "You know we're here for you, right? Whatever you need."

Yeonjun nodded in appreciation. "I know. Thank you. It means a lot."

Y/N wrestled with a storm of emotions as she made her way home. Yeonjun's revelation about her boyfriend's infidelity was a hard pill to swallow, especially since deep down, she had always harbored suspicions. Her boyfriend had a way of twisting situations, convincing her she was overthinking things whenever she raised concerns about his behavior. His dislike for Yeonjun had always been evident, but she had chosen to overlook it, seeking happiness in their relationship.

Yet now, with Yeonjun's words echoing in her mind, she felt a deep sense of betrayal. She had met her current boyfriend at an event where he seemed charming and they had hit it off well, but he was never Yeonjun. She had tried to move on, convincing herself that she could find love again with someone else.

Over time, she did grow to like him, maybe even love him. But Yeonjun's recent disclosure left her feeling more lost than ever. She still harbored strong feelings for Yeonjun, feelings that she couldn't just turn off.

The day had been long and draining, and now she wanted nothing more than to confront her boyfriend, seek the truth, and likely end things. As she entered the eerily quiet apartment, a sense of foreboding washed over her. He wasn't supposed to be working and had mentioned no plans to go out.

Wandering through the apartment, she was suddenly jolted by noises coming from the bedroom – unmistakable sounds that sent her heart plummeting. Pushing the door open, she was confronted with the sight she had feared: her boyfriend in bed with another woman.

The door banging open startled both her boyfriend and the other woman, who stared at Y/N in shock. Y/N stood there, her emotions a chaotic blend of disbelief, anger, and heartbreak.

Y/N's boyfriend scrambled for words, his voice a mixture of surprise and guilt. "Y/N, it's not what you think..."

Without a word, Y/N marched up to him and slapped him across the face, the sound echoing through the room. Her action left a red mark on his cheek, a physical manifestation of her anger and hurt.

Y/N's voice was cold, laced with disbelief. "Really? Because it looks exactly like you're cheating on me."

The woman in bed with him looked equally stunned and embarrassed, hastily gathering her things.

Y/N's boyfriend tried to approach her, his words a jumble of excuses and pleas. "Listen, Y/N, I can explain. It's not like that."

Y/N held up her hand, stopping him mid-sentence. "Save it. I don't want to hear any more lies. Yeonjun told me what he saw. I didn't want to believe it, but now..." Her voice trailed off, the hurt evident in her eyes.

Her boyfriend's expression shifted from panic to a mix of guilt and defiance. "Yeonjun? You're going to believe him over me?"

Y/N's resolve hardened. "Yes, I am. He's always been honest with me. More than I can say for you."

Tears streaming down her face, Y/N turned and ran out of the apartment, into the rainy night. She knew exactly where she needed to go – to someone she trusted, someone who had always been honest with her.

Arriving at the TXT apartment, drenched from the rain, her makeup smeared by tears, she knocked on the door. Inside, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun, Soobin, and Hueningkai were watching TV, surprised by the late-night visitor.

Yeonjun went to answer the door, and his heart sank as he saw Y/N in her disheveled state. The moment she saw him, she stepped forward and embraced him tightly, wrapping her arms around his neck, seeking comfort in his presence.

"Yeonjun," she sobbed, her voice muffled against his shoulder. "You were right. I saw him with another girl."

Yeonjun, taken aback, gently wrapped his arms around her, offering a silent support. The other members, sensing the gravity of the situation, stood up, expressions filled with concern.

"What happened, Y/N?" Yeonjun asked softly, his voice filled with worry.

Through her tears, Y/N recounted what she had witnessed, her words punctuated by sobs. "I went home and found them together in our bed. I... I didn't know where else to go."

Yeonjun felt a surge of protective instinct. "It's okay, Y/N. You did the right thing coming here. We're here for you."

The other members nodded in agreement, their faces reflecting a mix of sympathy and support.

"Would you like to sit down? Do you need anything?" Beomgyu offered, his tone gentle.

Taehyun chimed in, "We can get you some dry clothes and something warm to drink."

Hueningkai added, "And if you need to talk, we're all here for you."

Soobin, who had been quiet, finally spoke. "You don't have to go through this alone, Y/N. We're your friends, and we'll help you through this."

Y/N looked up at Yeonjun, her eyes filled with gratitude and a deep, unspoken connection. In that moment, amidst the pain and turmoil, she felt a sense of safety and belonging.

Yeonjun led her to the couch, his arm around her shoulders. "You're safe here, Y/N. Take all the time you need."

Yeonjun handed Y/N some of his clothes, hoping they would fit her. She quietly accepted them and went off to take a shower, leaving the TXT members in the living room. Yeonjun sighed heavily and slumped back onto the couch, his mind racing with thoughts about what was to happen next. He was certain of one thing: he couldn't let Y/N go back to her apartment, at least not alone.

Maybe, he thought, she could stay here at the TXT apartment until she found her own place. It made sense. He decided he and Soobin would accompany her to collect her things, ensuring she wouldn't have to face her ex-boyfriend alone.

As he pondered these plans, a small part of him couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness. With her ex now out of the picture, this could mean more time with Y/N, possibly rekindling what they once had. The thought of them being together again lingered in his mind, bringing a faint smile to his face.

Beomgyu, sitting across from him, noticed the change in Yeonjun's demeanor. "Thinking about what's next, Yeonjun?" he asked, his tone light yet probing.

Yeonjun hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah. I think Y/N should stay here for a while. And... well, I can't deny I'm glad she's here with us now."

Soobin, overhearing the conversation, joined in. "It's a good thing she has us, especially you. But, man, are you sure you're not getting your hopes up about getting back together?"

Yeonjun sighed, a mix of hope and caution in his voice. "I don't know, Soobin. Part of me wants that, but I also know this isn't the time for those thoughts. She's hurt and vulnerable."

Taehyun, who had been listening from a distance, added his perspective. "It's natural to feel that way, Yeonjun. But remember, Y/N is going through a lot right now. Whatever happens next, her feelings should come first."

Hueningkai piped up from the corner, "We all want what's best for Y/N. And if being here helps her, then that's what matters most."

Yeonjun nodded, appreciating his friends' insights. "You're right. Let's focus on helping her get through this. Anything else is for the future to decide."

The members nodded in agreement, each understanding the delicate balance of supporting a friend while acknowledging their own feelings.

After a while, Y/N emerged from the shower, looking a bit more composed, wearing Yeonjun's clothes which were slightly oversized on her. She managed a weak smile. "Thanks for letting me use your shower. And for the clothes, Yeonjun."

Yeonjun stood up, offering her a comforting smile. "Of course, Y/N. You're welcome to stay here as long as you need. Tomorrow, Soobin and I will go with you to get your things."

Y/N's eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, that means a lot. I just... I don't know what I would have done without all of you tonight."

The members gathered around, reassuring her. "We're your friends, Y/N. We're here for you," Soobin said, his tone warm and supportive.

Beomgyu added, "And if you need anything, just let us know. We've got your back."

Hueningkai smiled gently. "We're kind of like your knights in shining armor, right?"

Y/N let out a small, tired laugh, the tension in her slightly easing. "I guess you are."

Yeonjun, watching the exchange, felt a deep sense of protectiveness and care for Y/N. He knew the road ahead would be challenging for her, but he was determined to be there for her, to offer support and comfort.

As the night wore on, they all settled into a quiet evening, the members doing their best to lift Y/N's spirits. They watched a movie together, shared stories, and simply enjoyed each other's company.

Yeonjun kept stealing glances at Y/N, his heart aching to see her in pain yet filled with a sense of hope for what the future might hold. He knew that for now, being a friend was the most important role he could play in her life. The possibility of rekindled love was a distant thought, one that he tucked away for another day, another time.

As Y/N finally drifted off to sleep on the couch, Yeonjun covered her with a blanket, watching her sleep peacefully. The other members, seeing this, shared knowing looks but chose to remain silent. They all understood Yeonjun's feelings, but they also knew that right now, Y/N needed friendship more than anything else.

The quietude of the night enveloped the TXT apartment, each member retiring to their respective rooms, leaving Yeonjun and the sleeping Y/N in the living room. Eventually, Yeonjun, too, succumbed to sleep, his body slumped on the couch next to Y/N.

As morning light filtered through the windows, the other members emerged from their rooms, witnessing the peaceful scene of Yeonjun and Y/N asleep on the couch, Yeonjun's arm instinctively draped around her waist.

Y/N was the first to stir. She blinked sleepily, feeling the warmth of an arm around her. Turning slightly, she saw Yeonjun sleeping beside her. A faint, comforted smile graced her lips before she gently disentangled herself from his embrace, careful not to wake him.

Beomgyu, walking into the living room, chuckled softly. "Looks like Yeonjun turned into a guardian angel overnight."

Yeonjun, roused by the movement, slowly opened his eyes. "Morning," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

After a light-hearted breakfast where the members tried to lift Y/N's spirits, she, Soobin, and Yeonjun prepared to head back to her apartment to collect her belongings. Y/N was visibly anxious, a mix of determination and apprehension in her eyes.

Upon arriving at her apartment, they found her ex-boyfriend there, his expression darkening upon seeing Yeonjun. "What are you doing here?" he spat, his gaze fixed on Yeonjun.

Yeonjun maintained his composure. "We're just here to help Y/N collect her things."

The ex-boyfriend sneered, "Of course, it had to be you. You're the reason she's leaving, aren't you?"

Y/N stepped forward, her voice firm. "No, he's not the reason. You are. I saw you with her, remember?"

Soobin, trying to defuse the tension, interjected, "Let's just focus on getting Y/N's stuff, okay?"

They began to pack Y/N's belongings, Soobin taking special care to handle her design work and other important documents. The ex-boyfriend hovered nearby, a mix of anger and bitterness evident in his demeanor.

As Yeonjun packed some of Y/N's clothes into a suitcase, he glanced at her ex-boyfriend. "You know, it would've been better if you had been honest with her from the start."

The ex-boyfriend scoffed. "And what? Lose her to you? I knew she still had feelings for you. I wasn't about to let that happen."

Y/N, overhearing the conversation, sighed. "It wasn't about Yeonjun. It was about trust, which you broke."

Soobin, noticing the escalating tension, quickly stepped in. "Alright, we've got most of your things, Y/N. Let's get going."

They moved her belongings out of the apartment, the ex-boyfriend watching them with a sullen expression. Once everything was packed into the car, Y/N took a deep breath, a sense of closure washing over her.

As they drove away, Yeonjun glanced at Y/N in the rearview mirror. "You okay?"

Y/N nodded, her voice soft but steady. "Yeah, I am. Thanks to you and Soobin. I don't know what I would have done without you guys."

Soobin smiled from the passenger seat. "We're your friends, Y/N. That's what we're here for."

The car ride was filled with a comfortable silence, each lost in their thoughts. Y/N looked out the window, her mind a whirlwind of emotions, yet she felt a sense of relief and hope for a new beginning. Yeonjun focused on the road ahead, his thoughts lingering on Y/N and the uncertain future. But for now, he was content knowing she was safe and away from the hurt her ex-boyfriend had caused.

Weeks passed, and Y/N continued to stay at the TXT dorms. The members, concerned for her well-being, helped her look for a new place but also felt that she needed more time to heal mentally before venturing out on her own. They had become her support system, a group of friends who ensured she didn't feel alone during this tumultuous phase of her life.

Yeonjun, in particular, was a constant presence by her side. Despite his busy schedule with HYBE and various commitments with TXT, he always made time for Y/N. His care for her was evident, and it provided her with a sense of stability and comfort.

"Yeonjun, I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me," Y/N said one evening as they sat in the living room, a gentle calmness enveloping the space.

Yeonjun smiled softly, "It's nothing, Y/N. We're all here for you. You're not just a friend; you're part of the TXT family now."

As Y/N gradually began to recover, the members made sure she wasn't confined to the dorms. They took her out with them, introducing her to their friends, showing her new places, and ensuring she experienced life outside the dormitory walls.

Soobin, while they were out for dinner one evening, remarked, "It's great to see you smiling more, Y/N. You seem to be getting back to your old self."

Y/N looked around the table at the faces of the members and their friends, a warm smile on her face. "I have all of you to thank for that. I've been feeling much better lately."

As time went by, Y/N's feelings for Yeonjun, which had never truly faded, began to resurface with renewed intensity. The care he showed her, the way he was always there for her, reignited the affection she had always held for him.

The other members couldn't help but notice the growing closeness between Yeonjun and Y/N. Their lingering glances, the way they sat closely next to each other, the subtle yet unmistakable signs of a deepening bond.

Beomgyu nudged Taehyun playfully one day as they observed Yeonjun and Y/N laughing together. "Looks like those two are getting closer by the day," he whispered.

Taehyun grinned, "Yeah, it's pretty obvious. But let's not say anything. They need to figure it out on their own."

Hueningkai, overhearing their conversation, added, "They both deserve happiness. It's nice to see them so comfortable with each other."

Y/N was aware of the glances and whispered conversations among the members, but she didn't mind. She was grateful for their support and the space they gave her and Yeonjun to navigate their feelings.

One evening, as they all sat around watching a movie, Y/N leaned slightly into Yeonjun, seeking comfort in his presence. He responded by draping an arm around her shoulders, a simple gesture that spoke volumes.

As the movie played on, Y/N looked up at Yeonjun, their eyes meeting in a moment of silent understanding. No words were needed; their shared glances conveyed the depth of their feelings.

The day Y/N received an offer for her own apartment marked a significant milestone. The apartment was quaint, boasting two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a spacious living room, ideal for her creative flair in interior design.

Excitedly sharing the news with the TXT members, Y/N couldn't hide her enthusiasm. "I can't wait to start decorating! I've got so many ideas for the place," she beamed.

Beomgyu, looking up from his phone, replied, "That sounds awesome, Y/N. It's going to be great seeing what you do with the space."

Yeonjun, although visibly saddened by the thought of her leaving, managed a supportive smile. "And it's close to your studio, right? Plus, our favorite café isn't far. We can still catch up for coffee."

Y/N nodded, her smile tinged with a hint of melancholy. "Yes, it's perfect. And I'd love to continue our coffee meetups, Yeonjun. They've meant a lot to me."

As moving day arrived, Yeonjun and Beomgyu volunteered to help Y/N with her belongings. They spent the day lifting, arranging, and setting up her new place, the atmosphere a mix of excitement and nostalgia.

After they finished moving the last of her boxes, they stood in the now furnished living room, taking in the new surroundings. Yeonjun looked around, then back at Y/N. "This place is really coming together. You're going to make it incredible, Y/N."

Y/N let out a contented sigh. "Yeah, it already feels like home. But I'm going to miss you guys, especially our random late-night chats."

Beomgyu, wiping his brow, chimed in, "We'll miss you too, but hey, we're just a short drive away. You're not getting rid of us that easily."

Yeonjun's gaze lingered on Y/N, a mix of emotions in his eyes. "Y/N, I just... I want you to know, you've become such an important part of our lives."

Feeling a surge of emotions, Y/N stepped closer to Yeonjun. "And you all have been mine. Especially you, Yeonjun."

Yeonjun opened his arms, and Y/N stepped into his embrace. They held each other tightly, neither wanting to be the first to let go. Yeonjun's arms wrapped around her with a sense of protectiveness and care.

Beomgyu watched from the sidelines, a knowing smile on his face. He could see the deep bond that had formed between Yeonjun and Y/N, a connection that went beyond words.

As they finally parted, Yeonjun held onto Y/N's hands for a moment longer. "Remember, you're always welcome back at the dorm, anytime."

Y/N nodded, her eyes glistening. "Thank you, Yeonjun, for everything. I won't forget how much you've all helped me."

Beomgyu, sensing the moment, clapped his hands together. "Alright, how about we celebrate Y/N's new place with dinner? My treat!"

Yeonjun and Y/N laughed, the mood lightening. "Sounds like a plan, Beomgyu," Y/N said, her spirits lifted.

As they drove back to the TXT apartment, the night was quiet, the roads almost empty. Beomgyu's question lingered in the air, a thoughtful expression on his face. "So, childhood sweethearts to best friends to boyfriend and girlfriend to just friends again, all because of the idol life and Y/N's dream?"

Yeonjun glanced at Beomgyu, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Yeah, it's been quite a journey. We've both had to make sacrifices for our dreams. It's never been easy."

Beomgyu nodded understandingly. "But you still care about her, don't you?"

Yeonjun sighed, "I do, more than I probably should. But I'm worried she doesn't feel the same way anymore. A lot has changed since we were together."

Beomgyu chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Are you kidding me? We've all seen the way you two look at each other. Y/N still loves you too, man. I think it's time for you two to get back together again. You've both followed your dreams and succeeded. It's time to follow your heart now."

Yeonjun remained silent for a moment, contemplating Beomgyu's words. "You really think she still feels that way?"

"Absolutely," Beomgyu replied with confidence. "The way she talks about you, the way she looks at you. It's obvious, Yeonjun. You both just need to take that step."

Yeonjun pondered this, the idea slowly taking root. "Maybe you're right. But I don't want to rush into anything. I want to make sure it's the right time for both of us."

Beomgyu smiled, placing a reassuring hand on Yeonjun's shoulder. "That's fair. Just don't wait too long, okay? Sometimes, you just have to take a chance."

Yeonjun nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. "Thanks, Beomgyu. I'll think about it."

Y/N sat slumped on her couch in her new apartment, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The dinner with Beomgyu and Yeonjun had been enjoyable, but it also brought a flood of memories and feelings to the surface. She reflected on her life, particularly her relationship with Yeonjun. Despite the twists and turns, it was clear that the bond they shared as childhood sweethearts still held strong.

She couldn't help but regret their decision to split up. They had remained strong as a couple even with Yeonjun's demanding schedule during his training days. She wondered why she had thought a breakup was the best option for them. Their time apart, especially after her breakup with her ex, and the constant support from Yeonjun and TXT, had only solidified her feelings. She realized that, in trying to let each other pursue their dreams, they might have let go of something truly special.

Meanwhile, Yeonjun was also in a reflective mood. He made it a point to keep up with their coffee meetups, a ritual that had become a highlight of his days. Despite the exhaustion from his packed schedule, he was determined to make time for Y/N. He understood now more than ever the importance of balancing his career with his personal life, a lesson he wished he had learned earlier.

One evening, during one of their coffee meetups, Yeonjun shared his upcoming tour plans with Y/N. "We've got an American and Asian tour lined up. It's going to be hectic, and I'll be away for a while," he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Y/N smiled reassuringly. "That sounds amazing, Yeonjun. I'm really happy for you. Your hard work is paying off."

Yeonjun nodded, his gaze lingering on her. "Thanks, Y/N. But I'll miss our coffee times. I'll miss... well, I'll miss you."

Y/N reached across the table, her hand lightly touching his. "I'll miss you too. But this is your dream, Yeonjun. I'll be here, cheering you on."

As they continued talking, Yeonjun made a silent promise to himself. After the tour, he would confess his feelings to Y/N. He couldn't keep his emotions hidden any longer. The time apart would be hard, but it solidified his resolve to be honest about his feelings.

The tour was a whirlwind of performances, travel, and little sleep. Despite the hectic schedule, Yeonjun often found himself thinking of Y/N. He would send her messages and pictures from the tour, keeping her updated and feeling connected despite the distance.

Y/N, on her end, followed TXT's tour updates closely, her heart swelling with pride at each of their achievements. She eagerly awaited Yeonjun's messages, each one a small reminder of their enduring connection.

Finally, the tour came to an end, and Yeonjun returned home, exhausted but filled with a sense of accomplishment and anticipation. He was eager to see Y/N, to finally share his true feelings with her.

They arranged to meet at their favorite café, the same place where they had shared countless conversations and moments of connection. As Yeonjun walked into the café, he saw Y/N sitting at their usual spot, her face lighting up as she saw him.

"Yeonjun! Welcome back!" Y/N exclaimed, standing up to greet him.

Yeonjun smiled, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Thanks, Y/N. It's good to be back."

They sat down, ordering their usual drinks. The conversation flowed easily, filled with stories from the tour and updates on Y/N's life. Yeonjun listened intently, admiring her resilience and the way she had embraced her new independence.

As the café began to empty, the moment Yeonjun had been waiting for arrived. He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting Y/N's. "Y/N, there's something I need to tell you. Something I should have said a long time ago."

Y/N looked at him, a sense of anticipation in her eyes. "What is it, Yeonjun?"

Yeonjun hesitated, searching for the right words. "It's about us, about how I feel. I've realized something during this tour, something important."

Y/N leaned in, her heart beating faster. "What did you realize, Yeonjun?"

Yeonjun took her hand, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "I realized that no matter where I am, no matter what I'm doing, you're always on my mind. Y/N, I..."

Just then, his phone rang, interrupting the moment. Yeonjun's expression turned apologetic as he checked the caller ID. "I'm so sorry, Y/N, I have to take this. It's about the post-tour schedule."

Y/N nodded understandingly, a mix of disappointment and curiosity evident in her eyes. She watched as Yeonjun took the call, his expression turning serious as he discussed what sounded like important post-tour details. She couldn't help but feel a tinge of frustration at the interruption, especially with Yeonjun on the cusp of revealing something that seemed significant.

Yeonjun finished the call with a sigh, his apologetic gaze returning to Y/N. "I'm really sorry about that. Where were we?"

Y/N tried to mask her eagerness. "You were saying that you realized something important during the tour."

Yeonjun nodded, gathering his thoughts. "Yes, I... Look, Y/N, these past months have made me realize just how much you mean to me. More than just a friend, more than just someone from my past. I've tried to bury these feelings, thinking it was for the best. But being away from you, it only made it clear how much I..."

He was interrupted again, this time by the café owner reminding them of the closing time. Yeonjun let out a frustrated breath, his chance to confess slipping away once more.

Y/N, sensing his frustration, gave him a reassuring smile. "Maybe we can talk about this another time? When there are fewer interruptions?"

Yeonjun nodded, a little disheartened. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I really want you to hear this, Y/N, without any distractions."

Yeonjun and Y/N exited the café, each enveloped in their own thoughts, yet acutely aware of the other's presence. The silence between them was charged with unspoken words and emotions, creating an air of anticipation as they walked together towards Y/N's apartment.

The walk was quiet, yet comfortable, a testament to their deep and familiar bond. Yeonjun's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, his determination to express his true feelings wrestling with the fear of the unknown. Y/N, sensing the weight of the moment, was filled with a mix of curiosity and anxiety, wondering what Yeonjun had been about to say back at the café.

As they reached her apartment, Yeonjun paused, turning to face Y/N. She opened her mouth to speak, perhaps to invite him in or bid him goodnight, but Yeonjun, driven by a moment of impulsive courage, gently took her by the shoulders.

Without a word, he pulled her close and leaned down, capturing her lips in a long, lingering kiss. It was a bold, unspoken declaration, a culmination of years of held-back feelings and emotions. Y/N, taken aback at first, soon responded with equal fervor, her arms wrapping around his neck. The world around them seemed to pause, their shared kiss bridging the gap of years and unspoken love.

As they finally broke apart, both Yeonjun and Y/N were breathless, their hearts racing. Yeonjun, his eyes reflecting a mix of vulnerability and hope, gave her a look that conveyed more than words ever could. Then, without a word, he turned and hurried away, leaving Y/N at her doorstep, her heart still fluttering from the intensity of their kiss.

Y/N stepped into her apartment, her mind replaying the kiss over and over. She leaned against the door, a smile spreading across her face. She felt an overwhelming sense of happiness and lightness, her cheeks flushed with the warmth of the moment.

Meanwhile, Yeonjun returned to the TXT dorm with an unmistakable grin on his face. As he walked in, his bandmates immediately noticed his elated demeanor.

Beomgyu, who was lounging on the couch, was the first to tease him. "Look who's back with that victory smile. Let me guess, you finally told Y/N how you feel?"

Yeonjun, trying to maintain a semblance of composure, simply nodded, unable to hide his happiness.

Soobin, joining in from across the room, added with a chuckle, "No need to play it cool, Yeonjun. That grin says it all. So, what happened?"

Yeonjun sat down, the smile still playing on his lips. "I might have... expressed my feelings in a not-so-verbal way."

Hueningkai, sitting beside him, nudged him playfully. "Come on, spill the details!"

Yeonjun, his smile turning into a soft laugh, shook his head. "Let's just say, sometimes actions speak louder than words."

The members shared knowing looks and laughs, happy for Yeonjun. They could see the change in him, a weight lifted off his shoulders.

The day of Y/N's showcase for her latest interior design work had arrived, and Yeonjun, along with the rest of TXT, was there to support her. As they entered the venue, the buzz of excitement was palpable. Y/N was already there, looking over her display, her face a picture of focus and pride.

As she caught sight of them, her expression softened into a bright, grateful smile. "You made it!" she exclaimed, her nerves visibly easing.

"Wouldn't miss it," Yeonjun replied, his eyes scanning her work with genuine admiration. "This looks incredible, Y/N."

Beomgyu, Soobin, Taehyun, and Hueningkai echoed his sentiments, praising her work and the elegant setup.

Their presence, however, didn't go unnoticed. Among the crowd were fans of Y/N's work who also recognized TXT. Whispers and murmurs began to spread.

"Isn't that TXT? What are they doing here?" one attendee whispered to another.

"I heard Yeonjun and Y/N used to date. Maybe they're back together?" speculated another, eyes fixed on the pair.

The event proceeded smoothly, with Y/N confidently presenting her designs. Yeonjun watched her, his heart swelling with pride. He noticed the way her eyes lit up as she explained her concepts, and it only deepened his admiration for her.

After her presentation, as the event continued with other showcases, Yeonjun found Y/N at a quieter corner of the venue. "Your presentation was amazing, Y/N. You really outdid yourself," he said, his voice warm with pride.

Y/N blushed at his compliment. "Thanks, Yeonjun. It means a lot to have you here."

Yeonjun looked around, ensuring they had a bit of privacy. Then, acting on impulse and the emotions that had been building up, he leaned in and kissed Y/N softly but passionately on the lips. It was a tender expression of his feelings, one that had been held back for too long.

The kiss caught Y/N by surprise, but she quickly responded, her heart racing with joy. They were lost in the moment, oblivious to the world around them.

As they parted, a few of the attendees, particularly some who were fans since TXT's pre-debut days, noticed the kiss. "They really are together," one murmured, a smile on her face. "I always hoped they would find their way back to each other."

Y/N, still reeling from the kiss, looked up at Yeonjun. "Yeonjun, about what you wanted to say at the café..."

Yeonjun took her hands in his, his gaze sincere. "Y/N, I've realized something important. These past weeks, being there for you, supporting you... it's made me see how much I've missed you, how much I still care about you. I love you, Y/N. I didn't say it back then, but I'm saying it now. I don't want to hide these feelings anymore."

Y/N's eyes filled with tears, not of sadness but of happiness. "Yeonjun, I feel the same. I've been holding back, scared of getting hurt, but I can't deny my feelings for you. I love you too."

The confession was a release for both of them, years of unspoken love finally acknowledged. They hugged tightly, a mix of relief and joy washing over them.

As they stood there, embraced in each other's arms, the event carried on around them, but for Yeonjun and Y/N, the world seemed to stand still. They had overcome their fears and uncertainties and had found their way back to each other.

When they finally pulled away from the embrace, Yeonjun whispered, "Let's make the most of this second chance, Y/N. Together."

Y/N nodded, her smile radiant. "Together."

As the event wound down, they left hand in hand, stepping into a future they were ready to face together. As time passed, Y/N's career as an interior designer flourished. Her work gained widespread recognition, leading to a significant increase in projects and clients. Despite her busy schedule, she and Yeonjun found ways to keep their promise of giving their relationship the second chance it deserved.

Yeonjun's life as an idol remained as hectic as ever, with schedules packed with tours, recordings, and promotions. However, he and Y/N always made time for each other, be it through late-night calls, quick coffee dates, or surprise visits.

One evening, as they relaxed in Y/N's apartment after a particularly busy week, Yeonjun reflected on their journey. "You know, I never imagined we'd be here like this, back together and stronger than ever."

Y/N, snuggling closer to him, replied with a smile, "We've both grown so much, Yeonjun. I think that's what makes us work now. We understand each other and our dreams better."

Their relationship had become well-known among fans, who affectionately referred to them as the "Childhood Sweetheart Power Couple." Many fans remembered Yeonjun's mentions of a girlfriend during his training days and were thrilled to see them reunited.

Unfortunately, Y/N's ex, the one who had cheated on her, tried to stir trouble by publicly accusing Yeonjun of ruining his relationship with Y/N. But the fans, loyal as ever, quickly came to Yeonjun's defense.

"Yeonjun has always been sincere. He's nothing like you describe," one fan retorted online.

"Several of us saw you with that girl that night. Don't try to tarnish Yeonjun and Y/N's relationship," another fan added, shutting down the ex's baseless accusations.

Y/N, aware of her ex's attempts, couldn't help but feel grateful for the overwhelming support they received. "I can't believe how supportive everyone is. It's like they're protecting our love story," she said to Yeonjun one day.

Yeonjun hugged her. "They believe in us, just like we believe in each other. That's what matters."

The pinnacle of their public support came during one of TXT's concerts. Y/N was there, front and center, cheering for Yeonjun and his bandmates. The crowd was electric, and the energy was palpable.

During the concert, Yeonjun took a moment to address the audience. "I want to thank everyone for their support, not just for TXT but for someone very special to me who's here tonight. Y/N, this journey with you has been incredible."

The spotlight briefly shone on Y/N, who waved at the crowd, her face beaming with pride and happiness.

After the concert, as they walked backstage hand in hand, Yeonjun turned to Y/N. "Every moment with you is a reminder of how lucky I am. I love you, Y/N."

Y/N, her eyes shining with love, replied, "And I love you, Yeonjun. Here's to our second chance and to many more years together."

As they left the venue, surrounded by cheers and well-wishes, it was clear that Yeonjun and Y/N were not just childhood sweethearts but a resilient, loving couple who had overcome the odds. Their love story, full of ups and downs, had come full circle, and they were ready to face whatever the future held, together.

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[marciaillust]

Heyooo! It’s me again (i hope i’m not bothering you by asking questions like these) I started making a comic and I’m struggling with the typography

Any tips or recs to look? I really like your work and that’s why I am asking :)

Heyo!

I can dish out a few tips but they aren't really hard rules so take them with a grain of salt and artistic freedom.

The most important thing imo is the presentation of the text on the page. The shape and number of speech bubbles will be registered way before any of the contents so it needs to looks the part. 

The first tip would be generally avoid the speech bubbles being overly thin and long. The example below is pretty tame but believe me, I’ve read comics with the wormiest of speech bubbles and they tend to not look good.

Sometimes the automatic alignment of the text will look closer to a square (especially if there are many short words in a sentence) so feel free to go in and move the text around via the enter key so it looks more like the rhombus. You won't always be able to achieve it especially if the first word in a sentence is long (e.g. the word "hypothetically") but a rhombus should be the goal.

While we're on the topic of speech bubbles I like mine to have really short "tails" (the bits that indicate who is speaking), unless I REALLY want to make sure the reader knows who is speaking in a scene.

 Also I always make the tails point directly towards characters mouth unless it would make the scene confusing (for example if two characters have mouths really close to each other or something, I might make one tail point a bit higher/lower/to the left/right to differentiate between the two speakers. But that’s like a super specific problem and could be avoided with proper frame layout.)

And like, never skip the tails unless its the same character monologuing at length. Nothing breaks emersion more than when you have to stop and turn into an investigator to determine who is speaking in a scene.

Now for the fonts themselves, in my opinion the size of text should be unified between speech bubbles and across pages when it comes to a single font. Example, all casual speech - arial, 14; all thought bubbles - Calibri, 15. 

That is of course unless there is artistic merit to changing the font and/or font's size. Making someone yell, suggesting a threat or sarcasm, indicating a playful tone or something akin to that -  lean into what you're trying to communicate visually.

All fonts are not made equal and sometimes you will have to adjust things manually e.g. letter spacing or line spacing. Generally I try to keep the spacing the same regardless of the font, e.g. "yay exciting" had massive gaps between the lines which I've shrunk to make it look more visually cohesive with the rest of the dialogue. Same with these ones:

At the end of the day typography and everything pertaining to speech bubbles is design work and what designs do is communicate a message and serve a function. I’ve had this picture saved on my pc for years now (reverse google search doesn’t tell me who made it but it’s like the bible to me so I will share it, I am almost certain it was made by tryinghuman but I might be wrong):

Really every part of a speech bubble can be “designed” down to a single word. The position of text, fonts, the shape of the bubble etc. And every change will culminate in an effect and the goal is to have that effect reflect what you’re going for.

Make it legible or illegible, make it see-through, capitalise one word, cover speech bubbles up with other objects, make them crack or fall apart. Not every speech bubble needs special treatment! But once in a while it’s nice to throw something different in to spice things up.

Also, and this is a rule that was bestowed upon me during a graphic design class, don’t use more than 3 fonts per page (again, unless there is artistic merit to it like e.g. purposefully trying to communicate a sense of chaos. Otherwise it just looks a bit unprofessional. In my opinion anyway.)

And the last thing I will say, and this mostly applies to comics in English, is some “speech” fonts include capital “I”s both with and without serifs. The serif I should generally be reserved for the pronoun “I”.

There is so much more when it comes to text in comics like the flow of bubbles across pages, splicing text across bubbles for communicating speech patterns or intentions of the characters, and there are tutorials about it out there but I wasn’t able to find my favourites on command............. sorry................ But I’m peppering this in just so you’re on the lookout for all the other cool things that go into comic making :)

Hope this helped!

#tutorial #i guess

[neuroticbookworm]

*deep breath* FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

Alright, I'm gonna make my case for the Bad Buddy Rooftop Kiss. This is probably gonna be the most personal I've ever been on this hellsite.

Let's get this out of the way. I loved Kinnporsche. I honestly did (even though it might not look like it since this is the second time I'm passionately campaigning against the show). I loved it so much that I made my very busy best friend, @tonysteve25 who is planning their wedding, make up the time to talk to me so I can rant for two hours about the show (no need to judge me, I know y'all are equally crazy)

I'm gonna strip the plot to the basics and then build my argument, so if I end up reiterating a lot of themes that are already discussed, apologies in advance

Bad Buddy is, at its core, a Romeo and Juliet retelling. Set in a fairly conservative Asian country, and produced by a media industry whose brand of storytelling often involves an AU-esque setting where homophobia does not exist. We are shown time and again that Pat and Pran's friends and family do not have a problem with them being in a same-sex relationship.

So the conflict comes from the history their families have with each other. As a South Asian cinephile, I've watched this trope play out so many times with heterosexual couples that I'm sure it has unwittingly become a part of my brain chemistry. Oftentimes, the reasons why the families are feuding are so over the top that every shred of relatability gets thrown out the window.

In Bad Buddy's case, the reason is kept simple, albeit childish in the beginning. A business rivalry between the two families, and as a result, the boys are also pitted against each other. This simplicity gives way to a lot of levity in the beginning, but as the story progresses, the real strength of this narrative starts seeping through. This show is relatable. Almost too relatable.

The constant pressure to outperform the other in every way, be it academics, sports, or romance; the expectation on Pat to follow his dad's footsteps and match his achievements, even in a dumb singing competition; the guilt that permeates every moment of joy they feel in their relationship, because they are always aware that they are actively disappointing their parents; the quiet, painful realization in the later episodes that they will never be accepted into each other's families, no matter how hard they try; the revelation that the root of the conflict came from a scholarship stolen from a woman, to satisfy the expectations of a patriarch.

Every statement above is the reality of so many Asians living their lives right now. I personally know couples who have been cut off from their families for over 20 years because they don't approve of their love/marriage. I have peers who blindly follow the career path charted for them by their parents because it is easier than resisting and doing something they actually like. A lot of us are left feeling unmoored and struggling to define our self worth in the real world, after we leave academia, because that is all we are ever taught: your grades indicate how worthy you are.

Now, I know not a single word above argues why the kiss is the best, but I'm getting there. Stay with me now. Many people more talented than me have argued the specifics of the kiss, the reasons why it grabbed us by our throats the first time we saw it, and why we are still on that rooftop with them. The reasons submitted in the poll describe it so eloquently, beat by beat (edit: I found out that it was witten by @tiistirtipii, here). @respectthepetty begs us not to disappoint Pat again here, @lurkingshan dives deep into the character analysis and why the kiss is the perfect culmination of narration, pacing, and the characters' journey here, @waitmyturtles explores the importance of foreplay, the 'how did we get here' before the kiss, here.

What I want to draw attention to are two things. One: how this kiss was executed in such a way that all of their deeper struggles are woven into the microexpressions, so when you rewatch the show, all of the added context makes it so much more heartbreaking.

Let's be clear here, Pat and Pran did not get a happily ever after. They did not break all of the chains that were weighing them down. Pat went on to follow his father into the business (who also followed his father into it). They have to keep their relationship a secret, with no end in sight. Even in the end, the audience is shown only a hidden, reluctant acceptance from the parents, not an open love.

Pat and Pran's relationship will always be bittersweet. And the kiss shows it. The fact that the kiss was the very last shot to be filmed is no coincidence. The actors know how it ends, they have already performed it. They also know that the characters in this moment know it too. They have lived all their lives playing their families' games, they know that if they take this leap of faith, then they are willingly giving up so many little moments in life, even something so mundane as entering each other's house through the front door. And we can see it, see all of it clearly in Pran's face. Pran, who plans every detail of his life. Pran, who is also in love with his rival for who knows how long. And then we see it in Pat's face too, if only after a moment, because that's the way he is. Pat, who has looked at Pran all his life as a rival, a bandmate, a secret friend. Pat, who is the only one who can completely understand Pran, his anger and grief and devastation, because they only have each other in this wretched game. We see his face fall, and we see confusion cloud his happiness.

This kiss is the perfect summation of their relationship, shown at the very beginning of it. They can have desire, but be riddled with guilt. They can have happiness, but only in secrecy.

Two: how this kiss did more for Asian queer representation than we can ever comprehend.

I was not present in the Tumblr trenches with y'all when the show originally aired, but I've read many, many posts about how it broke the internet. Western media often fucks up queer characters because they don't write fully fleshed out characters who happen to also be queer. They place enormous emphasis on the character's queerness, and end up writing a stereotypical cardboard cutout in the shape of a queer person. Complex queer representation is hard to come by, add Asian into the mix and the pool gets laughably small.

In the episodes leading up to the kiss, we see the characters get fleshed out, their struggles explored, but they are also deeply rooted in the middle class Asianness of it all. I know it is ironic to say that other shows from Thailand are less Asian than this one, but the struggles of a queer mafia boss/rich businessman/heir to the corporate throne protagonists can sometimes be a tad out of touch for the general populace, and we can only feel so much nostalgia for our school days before we are tired of the saccharine sugar high.

When I saw this kiss for the first time, my eyes teared up, not because these gay characters are having a hard time, but because I could feel their pain, irrespective of my sexuality. I knew deep in my bones how a kiss can simultaneously feel like freedom and a lifelong trap. And I'm sure so many others felt it too. The kiss went viral because it was a perfect representation of so many struggles of Asians and the diaspora (and beyond), and it happened to be queer.

I don't know how the results will tally up when the clock runs out, but I hope we can chalk up a honest-to-goodness happy ending for them, if only in a silly Tumblr poll.

cc @bl-bracket, here ya go, a very long and rambling campaign propaganda

#bad buddy #bad buddy series #bad buddy the series #patpran #ohmnanon #ohm pawat #nanon korapat #aof noppharnach #bl bracket #bl bracket for best kiss

[mossy-green-aka-ferrythem]

Can't get over how much The Suppression of The Red Mist on Day 48 made me truly adore Gebura as a character. Actually. I adored her beforehand because of the initial suppression. Which I beat in a much cheesier but at the same time, metaphorically meaningful way. It's fitting, considering her relationship with Abnormalities, which I would love to make art of but just. Can't. Lol.

Anyways something about someone who's lost who they are, only for it to surge back up to the surface in the most violent way imaginable. The Red Mist has returned.

She intimately understands what the abnormalities mean, what the EGO means to her, the senseless violence of Nothing There or Mountain of Smiling Bodies refined, The Mad Performance and Senseless Judgement of The Silent Orchestra and Judgement Bird refined as well, all of which is said effortlessly, with a "Let me show you how to actually wield E.G.O."

Really what gets me is that the meltdowns truly do feel like meltdowns. The Sephirah haven't been honest with themselves. and all that manifests in a massive emotional breakdown, but none feel as violent, or as resonant to me, as Gebura's, "I’m back; the Red Mist has walked out from a sea of pain." Truly is a quote that just hits so fucking hard.

Also holy shit the dialogue with Mimicry that I've never noticed before. "Let’s do this, partner". Holy shit. The way I perceive "Partner" here is that the two are so personally intertwined. Nothing There might as well be a fragment of her consciousness, or an island that reverberates through her consciousness, rather than a separate entity. She was the first to ever wield Mimicry, the EGO of Nothing There, so she has defined it, and understood it more than anything.

I've just been thinking about it because of how emotionally perfect "Insignia Decay" is for all of this. If any track were to sound like a meltdown, it's this one. Just blind violence, attacking everything within arms length, vapidly running and attacking everyone in sight, all of it climaxing in her collapsing down on her knees, face plates open, while muttering words of exhaustion to herself...

"I’m just not as capable as I used to be..."

"I'll break it down..."

"I’ll kill all of you..."

"I can't stop"

"It just isn’t enough"

All culminating in. Clarity. Calm after everything. Realizing that she hasn't lived for herself, she hasn't lived up to herself, and realizing the core message that is to define her, in how she conducts herself and how she moves forward:

"THE COURAGE TO PROTECT"

#project moon #library of ruina #lobotomy corporation #projmoon #lor #ruina #lobcorp #lobotomy corp #gebura #the red mist

[ferretwhomst]

blight-deamonne family headcanons that I enjoy

ps somewhere along the line i just start going off the shits about aladarius so watch out for that<33

Amity is a trans girl and has known this since she was very little

She had to go off puberty blockers during her time in the human realm and had to ask Camila to teach her how to shave

Hunter is also transfem (not a binary girl, but her gender is Generally Girlish) but it takes her awhiiiile to realize because she's never really given much thought to gender. She's always been just a Lil Guy in her mind

That being said he doesn't dislike being referred to as he/him necessarily, and she won't correct anyone who uses them for him

When she has the Realization she approaches Darius and Eberwolf first because he's unsure of how to go about it

Darius offers to teach her how to do her own makeup (he already gives Amity tips every so often) and how to sew dresses and skirts if she wants

Hunter ends up borrowing a shitload of Amity and Emira's clothes ("Girl clothes!!!!!") and, with Darius' help, stitches herself matching versions :-)

Amity is sooo mad about the fact that Hunter (who's the same age as the twins) being assimilated into the family further cements her into the role of Youngest Blight Kid. She likes to treat Hunter as the younger sibling sometimes. She may not be able to surpass her in age but she can Pretend

Emira is genderfluid but mostly fem-leaning. She uses her concealment stone to match her appearance with whatever her gender is, only her gender is Fucky in that on fem days she presents more masc/butch (think her canon epilogue design) and on masc days he presents more fem with longer hair and whatnot

Edric is a nonbinary trans guy and is consequently the only Blight kid who doesn't lean towards femininity in any way. Good for them

Hunter definitely makes Edric read Cosmic Frontier btw. CF is to her what the Azura series is to Amity in a way. She infodumps about it to Edric endlessly until the guy gives in and reads it... and of course he loves it. The man's a nerd !

Eberwolf is pangender and uses he/they/she! Hunter calls her Aunt Eber (he has negative associations with the word "uncle" for obvious reasons) and of course they don't mind

Hunter and Luz get into silly fights over who has the cooler aunt

Eberwolf and Emira LOOOVE putting stickers on everything. Sometimes they do it to draw attention to stuff like important dates on the calendar and checklists but mostly they do it because it's fun <3

One year for Alador's birthday the twins and Hunter sewed him a shirt which just said "I used to be worse" in plain font. He wears it proudly whenever he's lounging around the house

Everyone knew this but Alador is autistic and has ADHD. The man has Zero time management skills he'll spend 14 hours working on a project of his and then go "Dang, I finished this whole project in, what, two hours? I've never been so efficient! Wait what in the fresh hell do you mean it's 5am"

Amity is also autistic and while Odalia was around she was masking Hard. She mostly used to mimic the behaviors of her old friendgroup especially pre-Luz, but over time she's become more comfortable being her authentic self <3

This also includes being Ungodly messy compared to how she was pre-Blight family divorce arc. Yes this is semi-canon judging by her appearance in the epilogue but I felt like I should mention it anyway.

Amity's like "the way I keep my stuff looks like a mess to anyone else but to me it makes perfect sense and if you change it I will kick your ass". Luckily the people close to her are on the same wavelength with that stuff. Especially Alador because of course she picked it up from him

Alador and Eda go out drinking every few weeks (they used to do this regularly in their 20s before Alador got married and Eda began distancing herself from the Hagsquad more and more). Shenanigans ensue. Mostly this culminates in them drunkenly hobbling back to the Owl House and falling asleep on the couch. Both of them snore so fucking loudly, it's a nightmare for anyone who happens to live within a 10km radius of them

Sometimes if they aren't drunk enough to fall asleep immediately they'll host a Karaoke Night where they make absolute fools of themselves with Luz, King and Hooty bearing witness

If someone wakes Darius up from a nap for (mostly) any reason he will bug them about it for the rest of the day

He loves giving advice but he detests the fact that somehow everyone only approaches him for advice when he's getting his much needed beauty sleep

Alador and Darius are T4T by the way. Nobody in this fuckin family is cis.

It probably takes a While for them to get comfortable enough with each other as friends for them to consider dating again. Alador especially is really hesitant after the way his marriage with Odalia went downhill like it did. So they take it slow at first

Once Alador gets comfortable though, there is absolutely No going back. He is absolutely so fucking cringe and even just downright annoying about the fact that he's dating Darius

He's constantly like "Darius looks gorgeous today have you guys Seen him" "Everyone look at what I made for my husband do you think he'll like it"

(They aren't even married nor do they intend to be For Awhile. It's just that Alador likes that after years of a loveless marriage he can finally associate the idea of being/having a husband with real, genuine love and affection. Idk if I'm making sense here. I really hope so lol)

He's like a teenager about it but to be fair to him he hasn't been so deeply in love with someone in 20+ years, he may be pushing fifty but he deserves it

And of course Darius indulges him. Naturally he'll take any opportunity to be a little extra, but also he genuinely wants to appreciate Alador more openly given Odalia's treatment of him

He's constantly using his gay little nicknames for Alador in private and in public ("darling" is a favorite of his because it always makes Alador all smiley) and not to mention the casual physical affection

And get this: They still passive-aggressively vague each other on Penstagram, only now they do so from across the room and smirk at each other when they see each other's posts.

Everyone who's following them on there but doesn't know them personally is So fucking confused as to what's going on. They're following each other now?? But they're still one-upping each other in every post they make??? Why is Darius in Alador's office in this one photo, I thought they hated each other??? Alador is in the background of like 1/3rd of the photos Darius takes and vice versa??? What is Happening ???????

Together they are the #1 most insufferable middle-aged queer couple on the Isles (Raeda are a close second though and Eda works every day towards besting the abomidads)

if you agree with any of this and enjoyed reading then Please god interact with me i think about this silly little family more than i should and i would fucking LOVE to share my thoughts w more people >:-D

#toh #the owl house #toh headcanons #the owl house headcanons #the blight deamonnes #amity blight #amity toh #amity the owl house #hunter the golden guard #hunter deamonne #hunter blight #hunter toh #hunter the owl house #darius deamonne #darius toh #dadrius #eberwolf the huntsman #eberwolf toh #emira blight #emira toh #edric blight #edric toh #blight twins #alador blight #alador toh #eda clawthorne #edalyn clawthorne #eda the owl lady #eda toh #eda the owl house

[limbus-limousine]

Keep saying this but I loooove how relationships are talked about and portrayed in Demian (1919). Like. To an insane degree that I can barely put into words. It bothers me how overlooked it is sometimes? People always have a tendency to shove fictional relationships into very cramped, defined little boxes and then fight over the plastic label.

The way relationships are seen in Demian is one of the main reasons why I hold this book so close to my heart, because it was the first time I saw my thoughts put into words that I could analyze and study. That and the whole premise of how growing up in a religiously oppressive environment disguised with love and purity will inevitably affect how you process your feelings toward others... Makes me relate to Sinclair a lot. And it feels like a gross oversimplification to restrict his feelings as platonic or romantic.

I've talked about how I see Demian and Eva as extremely related entities before, how they are essentially the same. But I think their distinction as physical characters is very useful for the storytelling and symbolism. As I see it, Demian (the book) is all about love. It's not just about finding love in someone else but also finding love in yourself, in what you do and where you are in your life. This might be more of a personal interpretation, but to me, Eva represents a very, very specific feeling, in a way it's a culmination, a point where you finally stop to think and say to yourself "maybe I am okay. This is what okay feels like to me". Freudian influence aside... The motherly themes hit me really hard for this very reason:

When I read how Sinclair slowly fell out with his family, it spoke of a very specific experience. A very specific realization. "This deal isn't that of a bad friendship or acquaintance. I won't have a second chance. Simply because of how I was born, where I was born, there are human experiences that I'll never be able to know, and I am powerless to change that", you cannot choose your family, your mother, right? It's what you get, and you see around you what could've been but never was, and it makes you feel weak.

That's why Frau Eva is such an important figure. Because that is when Sinclair finds his family again, in a way. Why should blood matter so much? Sure, there's a biological connection, it's also been studied that romantic relationships reach their "high" during their earlier days due to hormones and neurotransmitters, right, "love at first sight", but those will eventually cease production as all does. It is your choice to nurture that relationship and to cherish it, to keep and to care for it. Blood does not matter, home is a person and it's right next to me, right now. I think that is what Frau Eva is, as a whole. And allowing that feeling to coexist with the platonic and the romantic is very important as I see it. One of the main problems of this motherly dynamic is the power difference, what makes Sinclair struggle in his childhood is the constant sensation of being watched, of being subjected to severe judgement. Frau Eva is supposed to remove that factor, she listens and she welcomes any thought or idea, there isn't fear of rejection or punishment, that's what makes it feel "like home". That was, kind of, the last step to reach the fulfillment Sinclair needed. I see Eva as the "destination" of this whole thing.

And Demian, he is the journey. One of the biggest mistakes one can make is to dismiss the process and work that goes into an achievement, because it is important. There is no Eva without Demian, they are intrinsic by nature. And journey is something that never leaves you. Even when Sinclair reaches his destination, he never stops caring about Demian. He visits Eva and he visits Demian, even if he has to walk through horrible weather, he speaks of his dreams to them, and he sits at the table and eats with them. Because during your journey you gain so many things you never expected, and at the end of the road, they become part of your fulfillment and needs as much as the main achievement is.

What Sinclair obtains from Demian and Eva, and everything in between them, is a unique relationship, deeply fulfilling, trusting, reassuring, a place where you know you can come to, even when you're at your lowest. Eva capitalizes on the genuine care, nurturing qualities, but Demian, too is a mentor, although I find falconer to be a better comparison. He helps the sparrowhawk grow its clipped wings, but in turn, he shall not stop it from flying, only the bird itself can choose to return the falconer's affections. But at the end of the day, all the falconer wishes for is to see him take flight. Sinclair obtains everything: friendship, camaraderie, acceptance, relief of a deep rooted guilt, no judgement for his human desires, the care and trust he lost from his mother, and something to look forward to after waking up in the mornings.

At the end of the book, Sinclair is separated from both of them, as I've said, they are intrinsic. But of course, they don't fully leave. As I see it, the kiss being from Eva means that your achievement is and will always be a sweet thought. Something you hold dear, that you can think of to comfort yourself. But Demian is there to deliver it and to fix Sinclair's wounds because journey is experience. It is what strengthens you and gives you the tools to face future endeavors. And it feels safe... You are finally safe within yourself.

But what about the scary factor, though? Because that is present too in both Demian and Eva (which I happen to really enjoy, as well). As always, I think it's a balance. It's good to know fear, it's a human emotion like any other. But the fear that radiates from them is more... Animal-like. The fear Sinclair once felt was a deep rooted terror that was born from something divine. You're being watched. You're being judged. You're wrong. You're a sinner. That's scary. Because it's telling you that the danger comes from yourself. When you see a beast staring into you, you don't feel self conscious, you don't feel repulsed, you feel the most natural shape that fear has. Beautiful things are scary. A snake can be scary. The stars can be scary. But it's not their fault, and it's not your fault either, it's just how it's meant to be. Because all feelings —love, anger, fear, sadness— and more, they are all important, they are all natural. But natural feelings can be beautiful. Artificial feelings make you fear something you've never witnessed, they make your stomach churn at the thought of yourself and they make you cry for something you haven't done. And most people around you live holding onto relationships that are, fundamentally, held by artificial feelings.

That is... Most of what I interpret from this book. And, god. It feels more like the book read me and not the other way around. I think I've truly found a bigger respite in art thanks to this novel. I have wanted to see the same beauty in the naturally grotesque... Learn about myself until rotting, flesh, maggots become just as beautiful and full of meaning as spring rivers and flowering plains, and for anger and fear to turn into something I can love and cherish like I do my inner child. Although they, too, have surely grown up.

That's it. I wanna play toysssss

#rambling #demian (1919) #I FUCKING LOVE THID BOOK!!!! FUCL????!!!!!! #Ramble ramble ramble again because i thought about them for a bit too long again #I hope you guys know that i have this wall of text as a constant inner monologue whenever i draw #anything demian (1919) related #including limbus fanart #(all my limbusclair fanart has references from my fucke up mind) #have a wonderful day hesse fandom

[chibrary]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8Kdaokx/

do you know if this is true? I know Charles and Max drove for the same team, but I thought there wasn’t any documentation saying max/jos recommended Charles for the seat.

First, Max never drove for GP3. He drove in the European Formula 3 Championship, which was combined with GP3 in 2019 to create Formula 3. Charles raced in both series, spending 2015 in European Formula 3 and 2016 in GP3. While they've been merged since, they were two different series back when Charles and Max were driving.

And... it's complicated. When I was trying to verify this for the Chrimer, someone sent me an old Dutch forum post that did imply that Jos suggested Charles to the Van Amersfoort seat but I've found no sources from anyone directly involved confirming this.

Van Amersfoort was asked directly about why he signed Charles in a 2015 interview and said the following:

CLF: When did you discover him and why did you hire him? FvA: "You know, we closely follow several championships including the Formula Renault 2.0 ALPS in which he participated last year. He was very good even though he was only in his first season. I have him so invited to come and do some tests with us and we fell in love with each other (laughs). That's when we started talking with Nicolas Todt."

He did speak extensively about Max and Charles in that same interview:

CLF: What are its strengths and weaknesses?FvA: "It's a very good question, especially when we see this weekend's performances! At the start of the season we often compared Charles to Max, but it seems difficult to me because they have different characters and personalities. completely different. That said, they both have a lot of talent and I think Charles, as much as Max, deserves a seat in F1. Coming back to your question, I think Charles is very good at feeling his car . He knows where he gains time and where he loses. It seems simple like that, but in reality it's very complicated, especially when we're talking about tenths of a second. He's also very good at braking and in games. fast but it is less so on the starts." CLF: Do they have any similarities in their work or their driving?FvA: "Not really. For us, working one-on-one with Charles is fantastic. When Max Verstappen was with us, we also had to work with his father, and it was very difficult because Jos put a lot of pressure on us. To summarize we can also say that Max is an extremely talented driver but we must not forget that he was very well prepared by his father, since he was very young. This is the difference with Charles who is very good but whose preparation is perhaps not at the level of Max's."

I think it would have been natural to bring up any referral for Charles from the Verstappens at either point in the interview. The fact that it wasn't mentioned makes me doubt it was a serious factor.

I did include the line in the 2015 Chrimer (identifying it as a rumor) because its 1. so prolific within fandom and 2. not easily disproven.

My theory is its probably true, but not to the extent that fans-- especially creators on Tiktok who just regurgitate other fan content-- would like it to be. I bet Van Amersfoort was looking at Charles, asked the Verstappens and got a positive answer re: his performance... at that time, Max was entering F1 and a former karting rival three or four series below was not a threat. It's not like putting in a good word was any threat to Max's future.

However, to act like any goodwill from the Verstappens aided Charles' career notably discounts Charles' personal success. This is a review of Charles' first year in single-seaters from before the move to Van Amsersfort happened:

After several starring years on the world karting scene, Leclerc’s car debut season was a long awaited one and it lived up to expectations. A non-score at the Imola opener aside, Leclerc delivered a superb rookie season, maturing and improving round after round, which culminated in a spectacular double victory at Monza and saw a further five podium appearances throughout the campaign. A protege of Nicolas Todt’s All Road Management firm, he has also been superb in his guest Eurocup outings and the chief 2.0 series appears to be a logical next step – one he’s more than ready for. In fact, it wouldn’t be a surprise to see him take a higher jump up the ladder than that. 

Charles had tested with three European F3 teams in the lead up to the 2015 season. There was serious interest. Any referral-- whether or not it existed-- was not the reason why he made it into European F3.

#charles leclerc #driver:max #series:f3euro #year:2015 #vgp:ask

[stories-untold]

The plight of the Palestinians (an unfair fight against dehumanisation, and the impact of our activism)

before I start, I want to preface by saying that, I'm not writing about the Palestinian genocide because I find it fascinating in some morbid way, or for any other fucked up reason. I'm writing this because I love to write, and I want to be able to use my love for writing as a means to amplify the Palestinian cause, as everyone should with their talents or hobbies, if possible. (I know no amount of words that I've written here could be enough for the lives we've already lost, so I'll just keep writing until I physically can't anymore. my heart goes out to evey single Palestinian. ) also, my thoughts were a extremely jumbled bc the Palestinian cause is extremely important to me, so I apologise if its not the smoothest read through.*also, I have a public Palestine playlist on tiktok, with over 2000 tiktoks filled with information, ways to help, and every gofundme that I come across, and I would be an idiot to not use this post as a way to ask you to check it out (my username on tiktok angelwingsdotcom, no need to follow me just save the playlist) thank you, and free Palestine 🇵🇸‼️*

there's a very depressing pattern that's hard to miss while watching the Palestinians displaced within Gaza as well as their families outside of the country ask people to donate to their gofundmes or PayPal accounts, and it speaks to a much larger issue. they must always try to convince the viewer that they to, are worthy of living a normal life, through self humanisation as a direct pushback to dehumanisation that they face by the hour. they speak of the ages of their youngest children, the ailments and disabilities of their family members, and talk of their hobbies, jobs and likes and dislikes, and it serves as a reminder. a reminder that they are all human, as are we, the ones on the other side of the screen, safely away from the carnage that they face at the hands of the "Israeli" offense force. I find myself being disgusted at the world that they need to do this, use a love for video games, or a 10th birthday missed, or the cries of a newborn baby, to contextualise that this genocide is happening to real people, kind people, undeserving people.

the global pandemic of apathy is currently attempting to bury any sense of solidarity we have amongst each other alive, shovel in its bloody hands. the amount of people who vehemently refuse to boycott any brand, with a shrug of their shoulders and a swift "I have my own problems, and I don't live there so." stands between the space of distressing, delusional, and blood curdling. since when did the metric for whether or not you should care about the ethnic cleaning of a people, depend on your proximity to them? how can any living, breathing, feeling person watch on and see the corpses of lives that we will never be able to get back even if a ceasefire is called tomorrow, and decide to simply not care? I ask these questions rhetorically, because I don't want to hear anything from someone who does not care about the lives of others.

sustenance of the self is extremely important, that is something I acknowledge, but the acts that one can undertake in order to support the Palestinian cause are so simple, that they should not incite so much defensiveness from those who have their own internal issues. all it takes is a repost here, a comment or a follow, lending and an eye and an ear to bare witness to the atrocities that Palestinians are being subjected to the IOF and the billions given to them by the USA (a country which had many issues of its own, none that will be fixed by the relocation of money to an active genocide), boycotting pressure targets and finding alternatives of which there are plenty. all these acts culminate towards the eventual true freedom of Palestinians, and yet, people refuse. individual efforts are deemed useless, and people are able to comfort themselves in their apathy through the belief that their efforts would nevertheless be in vain. but that could not be further from the truth.

its incredibly easy to feel useless when watching the violence being inflicted by isnotreali murderers posing as soldiers on Palestinians in real time, but I want to remind you that each little action you take helps. I remember a few months ago, my brother asked what I thought I was doing by boycotting McDonalds when almost no else in the country is, and my answer was simple. I don't care what others do, I know what and who I care about, and I care about Palestinians, and they asked me to boycott, so I will. and my boycotting, however small it is on an individual scale, is made so much more impactful by people who similar beliefs, thus making my boycott significant through unity. and that is the one weapon we can wield against our oppressors, togetherness. they try to convince that you can't do it alone, and the truth of the matter is that you can't. but you're not doing it alone. I'm just a girl living in South Africa, and you're probably somewhere else in the world, and yet, your and my efforts mixed with everyone around the world, will incite change, do not be discouraged or manipulated into believing that you are not helping, because you are, no matter how small your effort may feel.

if your individual effort truly didn't matter, then zionist would simply turn the other way, and yet, they consistently parrot each other "boycotts don't do anything" "reposting a video isn't gonna help anyone" but they know the power of people standing together. they use it too, flocking to pro Palestine posts and floding the comments with the same falsified information and zionist rethoric, and if they can he united in their hate, then surely we can do the same. so keep posting, keep commenting and sharing, keep donating, and keep your eyes on Palestine, because you mean so much more to the people currently in gaza than you could ever know.

the goal of zionism is not to get people to hate Palestinians or Arabs, the end goal is disinterest. they want people to hold their tears and roll their eyes when they hear the cries of a Palestinian baby, and the current generation is already so uncaring even with no ties to zionism. its disgusting, and the attitude of "what can I do?" only works to aid the zionist agenda. its especially disheartening to Palestinians displaced within gaza right now, as they only have us to count on. they've pleaded with us to listen, and given us simple instructions, it is truly the humane thing to do to follow them. my fyp is almost exclusively Palestinian informational videos, updates, and gofundmes, and that's thanks to my personalised algorithm. but if I were to take this very platform as an example, 3 or 4 months ago, Palestine was first on trending, but now it isn't even in the top ten. people are losing interest, and it's heartbreaking.

people are even going as far as to defend others for not using their platforms to speak on the Palestinian genocide and its truly mind-boggling to witness. they deflect by asking why we put pressure on influencers and celebrities instead of politicians, but I can't help but wonder, since when were the two mutually exclusive? I've seen countless videos of protesters interrupting politicians during events and calling them out for not only being complicit in genocide, but actively defending and funding it. we can do both, and I refuse to be shamed for expecting people who have large audiences to do the right thing, the humane thing, and speak on the genocide of Palestinians. if anything, all the celebrities and influencers staying silent, whether it be for money or to keep their status within the entertainment industry, or simply because they couldn't be bothered to care, they should be ashamed.

it's obviously impossible and frankly unhealthy to be consuming the harrowing updates and videos of corpses run over by IOF tanks, the bodies of starved babies, and the blood in the hands of parents who cry for the children to wake up, and that's not whats expected of you. find a balance that works for you, that's vital. but completely taking your eyes away from the genocide, muting the word Palestine, and carrying on exactly as you were before the genocide started, isn't the answer. please, use social media to help Palestinians, it's easy, it's effective, and people are counting on you.

Palestine will be free, and having a small hand in their eventual freedom, is worth so much more than fame, or money, or a big mac, or coffee. even in the midst of a genocide, Palestinians continue to exhibit a care for others, they help those around them, use the tiktok sounds dedicated to other genocides and crisis around the world, and they always express their gratitude for people donating, liking, commenting and sharing. they show more humanity and kindness than us who are sitting comfortably in our homes, not constantly surrounded by rubble, blood, screams and cries for help, and drones flying above, remnants of what once was. they deserve to live, and we should not need convincing of that irrefutable fact. I am not in proximity to Palestine location wise, I'm not Palestinian, or Muslim, or Arab. but I don't need to be, and neither do you.

Free Palestine.

#palestine #free palestine #free gaza #palestinians #free palestine 🇵🇸 #i stand with palestine 🇵🇸 #from the river to the sea 🇵🇸 #free gaza 🇵🇸 #فلسطين 🇵🇸 #free 🍉 #palestine 🍉 #watermelon 🍉 #🍉 #donations #gofundme #free #motaz #essay #essay writing #united nations #tiktok #writers on tumblr #disney #mcdonalds #starbucks #pizza hut #gaza genocide #gaza strip #gazaunderattack #gaza

[phoenixcatch7]

Remembering my first time playing oot as a kid and hearing about the heroes of legend, those who had used the master sword before. And because I wasn't part of the larger community, no internet etc, I didn't know I was supposed to think of the other zelda games.

My theory was that every zelda game took place simultaneously across an infinite sea of parallel worlds, and each link could reach out and witness the other adventures alongside their own. I thought of them as different facets of the same soul, which turned out to be true enough, I suppose XD.

But I also thought the master sword was too simple a name and design, too overarching to not, similarly, be a culmination of different aspects, referencing different swords from real world myth and legend.

I remember I believed past heroes referred to people like King Authur, like Odin, like Hercules and Theseus and Achillies, like legendary samurai and kings under hills and travelling swordsmen and ladies lost to time.

And now, this small child, this little backwater kid my age was going to take up that mantle, join the ranks of heroes unsung, perform great feats in forgotten temples and save the suffering kingdom, here and gone, to slip back to home and safety upon journey's end, the kid with a hero's story and a precious, gleeful secret. That was how a lot of stories go, when they're targeted at little kids. Save the fairy kingdom from the bad pixie and run back to your parents before they wonder too long where you've been.

The direction Nintendo ended up going with making a canon timeline and destroying the mystery of how it all began (tho SS is amazing) takes a lot of the fable, the secrecy, the hushed gleam in the eye of it. But I still love it. For older players, it's another turn of the cycle, the new and old mixing into something unrecognisable and yet so familiar.

For new players, for children, the creator truly captured that feeling of stepping into another world behind your own, shifting ivy aside with your dirt scuffed hand, the feeling of wonder welling up inside as you step into the sunbeams of a brand new horizon where everything they told you about magic is true. The feeling of becoming something greater than the sum of your parts, of hearing a thousand silent voices at your back, of meeting equal with the legend, of being good for the sake of it and being rewarded with making a thousand memories, a thousand experiences beyond your wildest dreams.

Of, at the end of it all, being rewarded with the privacy and peace you really wanted, not being forced to perform nice for rude adults and go on stage to accept your little trophies. Something to cradle in your heart and smile secretive smiles, to be true to yourself, to always have that little something extra, something adults will never notice but you know. You know, and you will never breathe a word of that beautiful, magical world, because it's just. For. You.

I suppose that's always why I've liked the epilogue of a zelda game, the Links all choosing to close the loop, to return the master sword and return to their peaceful lives. To fulfil your purpose. To become everything they said you'd be and more. To go home, and your enemies don't follow.

The adults doubt your magic, but you don't. Not anymore.

#legend of zelda #loz #tloz #the legend of zelda #loz link #link loz #Loz timeline #ocarina of time #loz oot #long post #Oot was a formative memory and not just for the terrifying flesh zombie monsters #I don't know. I guess there's just something about the fact that link is always able to return to secrecy and they always choose it. #Even in totk link was utterly unrecognisable except to his close friends and he never made any attempt to change that. #I guess that's a part of the mythos. Link isn't stuck in his role. He chooses it. He isn't forced into anything because of his journey. #He never loses his free will. He could be anyone. There's a sort of empathy in that. A sort of unruffled self confidence. #It's total freedom. Even if his home is changed or destroyed. He's only grown. A thousand people will help him. He's not alone anymore. #Is it any wonder it's a kid's greatest fantasy?