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sunflower-lilac42 · 4 months

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✧ 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤 || luke hughes♔

album & song: 1989 ; welcome to new york (taylor's version)

summary: y/n comes to visit her boyfriend and they venture around new york when she surprises him with some news

pairings: luke hughes x reader ; jack hughes x platonic!reader (minor)

warnings: airplanes/airport (very minor), crowded spaces, fluffy

notes: hey guys, I'm back! this was really fun to write but I did end up cutting out the second verse because I didn't really know what to write for that part. anyways, I loved how this turned out and i'm so excited to share it with you so I hope you guys enjoy it as well. let me know what I should write next for this series however I think I'm either gonna write a fic that doesn't pertain to any event or celebration or one for my 150 celly next. hope you guys had a good holiday and I will see you all in the next one! by the way, you guys can pick where you are oging to school but to make it easy I just picked somewhere (that being Hofstra becuase they really want me so I picked them in spirit). add yourself to the taglist ➺ taglist!

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'Welcome to New York, it's been waitin' for you Welcome to New York, welcome to New York Welcome to New York, it's been waitin' for you Welcome to New York, welcome to New York'

It had been a month since the two had last seen each other. They had been lucky enough that their schedules overlapped this year. For Thanksgiving break, Luke had a game the day it started in Detriot so she drove there to see him, spending some of Thursday with him before he had to head back to Jersey. For Winter Break, the day after exams ended Luke had a game in Columbus so once again she drove down to see him before leaving for Jersey with him to spend her break with as they had a homestand till Christmas (and maybe for a while after…)

Luke wrapped an arm around y/n, sitting on an airplane because they knew they wouldn’t hear the end of it if Luke went with the team. He leaned over and kissed her head, “Welcome to New York, babe.”

Y/n looked over at him and smiled, “I can’t tell if you’re trying to make a Taylor Swift reference and are mocking me,” she showed him her phone which had ‘Welcome to New York’ showing that it was playing on it. “Or if you’re being serious and are just saying it.”

Luke shrugged, “Maybe both?”

She laughed and hit him playfully, snuggling into his side as they landed.

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'Walkin' through a crowd, the village is aglow Kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats under coats Everybody here wanted somethin' more Searchin' for a sound we hadn't heard before'

Y/n had begged her boyfriend to go walking in the city across the river to look at their Christmas lights. It didn’t take long for him to say yes as he was pulling on his shoes grabbing the keys from the table and yelling goodbye to Jack who still sat curled up in his room.

The two walked hand in hand as they strolled through Rockefeller Center, looking at the tree, “We should’ve brought skates.”

Luke gave her a look, “I play professional hockey for a living, you think I don’t carry skates in my car?”

“Lukey, I was joking. You skate for a living, don’t you ever want a break.” She pulled him past the rink, heading towards a hot chocolate stand, rubbing her hands together.

He grabbed her hands and held them between his own, “No.”

She rolled her eyes and Luke let go of her hands for a brief moment to pay for the hot chocolate before placing one back in hers. They continued to walk around the city, y/n pointing out things in amazement and Luke watching her with a dazed look on his face.

“Look, that one kind of looks like you’re looking through a kaleidoscope.” He didn’t respond as he had spaced out looking at her smile, “Luke. Hey!”

“What?” He snapped out of it and looked down at her, his eyes readjusting and focusing on her eyes, “I’ve been talking to you for the past two minutes and you have not said a word.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“It’s okay, are you okay?”

He nodded but she knew that wasn’t the case, something was bothering him, “Seriously, Luke. What’s wrong?”

“Do you ever,” He paused before restarting, “Do you ever wish we could be together?”

“What do you mean? We are together.”

“I meant like all the time. Like you were there when I came home from roadies, or you were at all of the home games when you could be. Or you were there when I woke up every morning.” Luke sounded sad as he spoke.

“Of course, I do, Luke. And you know that.” She wanted to say what she wanted but it wasn’t the right time, “Just give it a little bit and everything will work out, okay? I promise.”

He nodded but still had an unsure look on his face. She reached up and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck and he retaliated with his arms around her torso. To keep his spirits high, she allowed them to head to the rink and rent some skates, which they could’ve spent hours on but only stayed for an hour before heading to get something to eat, picking up something for Jack for when they got home.

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'Like any great love, it keeps you guessing Like any real love, it's ever-changing Like any true love, it drives you crazy But you know you wouldn't change anything, anything, anything'

It was the eighth of January and y/n knew that Luke would start getting suspicious. None of her bags were packed, most of her belongings were strewn about in Luke’s room, and she hadn’t made an effort to start packing them either. She also hadn’t told him when her flight back to Michigan was which was odd because Luke would’ve dropped everything to take her to the airport, especially with their upcoming road trip.

The Devils had a four-game break before they had to head to Tampa on Thursday, they had just played the Canucks and everything seemed to slow down for a minute. Luke came into his room seeing his girlfriend sitting on his bed with her legs crossed under her and staring out the window, “What’s up?”

She snapped her head over and looked at him, “Do you want to go out for dinner?”

Luke shrugged, “Not really. I’m kind of tired.”

Y/n sighed and redirected her gaze to the window again. Luke sat behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, “Do you want to go out for dinner?”

She nodded, “I kind of wanted to talk to you about something.”

“And we need to go out to dinner to do that?”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “I just thought it would be nice to.”

The boy agreed finally, the two sitting there in silence before watching their show on y/n’s laptop. They watched Supernatural as they waited for a good time to start getting ready. They got through 6 episodes before they finally decided to get ready.

Luke drove to the restaurant and they made small talk along the way, talking about Luke’s upcoming games and y/n deflecting any questions her boyfriend brought up about school. They walked into the restaurant, got a table for two, and looked over the menu.

After their waiter brought their appetizer and took their main course order, y/n looked at Luke seriously, “So, I need to talk to you about something.”

“If you’re breaking up with me this is a very cruel way to do it.” Luke drew his hand away from hers and held it in his lap, nervous about what was to come of the conversation.

“Luke, I’m not breaking up with, quite the opposite actually.”

Luke tilted his head in confusion, his spirit raising slightly at her words. She reached her hand out once more and he gladly took it, tightening his hand a little once hers was in his grasp again.

“You know how at the beginning of the break you asked me if I ever wished we could be together all the time?” He nodded his head, not connecting any dots, “And you know how I said it would all work out someday?”

Once again he nodded and she fidgeted nervously, “Well dreams are about to become a reality.”

“What?”

“I didn't want to tell you at the beginning of the break in case something went wrong but I’m transferring to Hofstra, which is only an hour away from East Rutherford.”

Luke’s gaze widened at the news, “You’re what?”

“Yeah, and Jack has been helping me find an apartment for us that’s halfway between here and the campus so we both wouldn’t have to commute that far. He also kind of helped me already paid for it so I hope you like it because if you didn’t that would be embarrassing but you not even being on board with this whole plan would be horrible because I already kind of drove myself crazy doing this. Of course, you’re not a fan of this plan, you’re just starting your rookie season and this must be a lot, this changes everything. Ugh, what am I doing chasing after-”

Luke kissed her in order to get her to stop talking. She grunted at the impact but kissed back before pulling away and looking at him, “I’m sorry.”

“Y/n/n, take a breather.”

Y/n took a breath in and let it out slowly, eyes wandering around in an effort not to make any eye contact with her boyfriend.

“Of course, I want to move in with you. It just took me off guard.” He smiled at her and she smiled back.

“How long have you been planning this?”

“Since the first week of school.”

Luke looked at her with a wide-eyed gaze, “Are you serious?”

She nodded, tears coming to her eyes, “It was really hard that first week, I wasn’t able to see you every day which was a huge change. It got worse during hockey season because they all had practice and besides the girls, I didn’t really have anyone to hang out with. I mean, the guys always reminded me of you and how you guys would always hang out. And then it would remind me of the time I first met them.”

“I think they liked you more than I did, which wasn’t possible but they acted like it was.”

“Ethan was so excited.” The two chuckled at the memory before locking eyes once again, “I started looking at Universities that weren’t too far from here because I didn’t want you to have to commute that far.”

“If you wanted to go to somewhere two hours from here I would’ve done the drive if it meant I could live with you.”

“Trust me, I know, Jack said the same thing when we were talking about it, which is why I didn’t tell you.”

“When did you have time to find an apartment?”

“Well I asked Jack about it in late September and early October and he was able to start looking at places for me, which also probably explains some of the days where you guys had off days and he was gone for a while. He facetimed me when he thought it was something I would really like. And then that one day when I said I wanted to go shopping for you but I didn’t want to go alone? Yeah, the two of us went out to look at our apartment.”

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“So are you two looking for this apartment together?” The realtor asked as they stood at the entryway to the apartment.

“No, no, no definitely not. He’s my boyfriend’s brother. I’m surprising him.”

The realtor nodded her head and opened the door. They spent a little time walking through the apartment, y/n planning out where everything would go in her head as they peeked through the rooms. She smiled at the space when they circled back to the living room.

“I really like this one, I think it could be it. Jack?”

Jack nodded his head in agreement, “I like it, I think Luke would too.”

They finished talking to the realtor, going over the costs and the other essential things. They walked out of the apartment complex, heading towards Jack’s car where they got in and y/n made him crank the heat up.

“Do you think he’ll actually want to move in with me?”

“Of course he will y/n/n. I haven’t been able to go a day without him bringing you up in conversation. I love you, but it gets annoying.”

She laughs but nerves are still evident on her face, “Hey, listen.” Jack turns his body to face his, in his words ‘future-sister-in-law’, “I can promise you, without a doubt, that my brother would be over the fucking moon if you offered to move in with him. He wouldn’t care where it was, or what it looked like, as long as you were happy and he got to live with you. That man is in love with you and anyone can see it.”

She nodded her head, “Thanks, Jack.”

“Come on, what are future-brother-in-laws for?”

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“Our apartment?”

She nodded, “Jack paid half and I paid the other because I certainly wasn’t going to let your brother pay for our apartment, my pride wouldn’t be able to handle it. If it was Quinn, maybe, but definitely not Jack.”

He laughed at the thought, “You know how to keep me on my toes. But I wouldn't change it for the world.”

“I try my hardest.”

“So, when can we move in?”

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'It's a new soundtrack, I could dance to this beat, beat forevermore The lights are so bright, but they never blind me, me'

Instead of the depressing music Luke and y/n would be listening to right now, they were listening to their productive music, moving boxes from the truck to their new apartment. When they finished, y/n started to unpack the things for the kitchen, dancing to ‘Welcome to New York’.

Luke came barrelling in from their new bedroom, sliding on the wood in his stocks, “Hey!”

She turned around and looked at him, plates in hand, “What’s up, Lukey?”

“We should go shopping for new furniture. I mean we have like nothing in this place.”

He was right, the only pieces of furniture they had were an old couch from y/n’s parents, a mattress that they had blown up as they waited for their new one to get here, and a TV that sat in their room. She nodded her head, “Let me put these last plates away and we can go.”

Luke jumped up on the island and looked at her, listening to the music, “Isn’t this like, your thirteenth time listening to this song?”

“So what? It’s a good song. Are you hating on Taylor Swift, Luke Warren Hughes?”

The boy held up his hands in surrender, a somewhat scarred look on his face, “No. Of course not.”

“Good.”

The two went out shopping, stopping for food on the way back. When they got back it was late at night, the bright lights of New York City streaming into their apartment window. They sat on some cushions they had gotten in the living room, their new TV not yet on a mantle as neither of them wanted to build it yet.

They watched whatever game was on at the time, Luke commentating most of the time on actual technical things as y/n just yelled when someone she knew, or liked, did something stupid. When the game was over, the two yawned simultaneously, cleaning up their garbage and making their way to the room.

Laying in bed the two looked at each other, the lights from outside still coming in through the window, “This is so surreal.”

“Hmm?” Y/n’s gaze moved from their hands that were intertwined to his face, “Being with you, in our apartment, in our own, well bed for now.”

She agreed with him with a subtle nod, “You know, I’d always get annoyed when I was at my dorm and the lights from outside would come through the curtain, but now that it doesn’t really bother me.”

Despite the heat in the room, y/n moved closer to Luke as she was still cold. Luke wrapped his arms around her, placing her head on his chest, “And why’s that?”

“Because you’re here.”

“You’re so cringy.”

“But you love it.”

“I do. And I love you.”

She looked up, “I love you too.”

Placing a kiss to her lips and then on the top of her head, Luke adjusted his arms so the one wouldn’t fall asleep but he was still able to hold her, finding it almost impossible but didn’t really care in the moment.

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

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strongheartneteyam · 8 months

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Realize where you belong.

Chapter 9

Pairing: neteyam sully x female!dreamwalker!reader/female!human!reader

CW: wholesome fluff, a good amount of angst, lo'ak being nosy lol jk he's genuinely trying to look after neteyam, descriptions of masturbation, TRIGGER WARNING for mentions of depressive symptoms, reader meeting neteyam in her avatar body, neteyam and reader vent to each other about their struggles, sensitive themes, hurt/comfort, cuddling, sexual tension, kissing, sexual content, mentions of sexual fluids, neteyam slightly begging to mate with reader, foreplay (i don't know if it counts but it definitely is teasing in a sexual way). Tell me if I missed something ♡

Hello, my cute little readers! I got a little better in terms of my fibro flare up and have been feeling a little better emotionally/mentally these days, so, I was able to write again. There's a slight chance that some paragraphs are a bit confusing. I didn't fully proofread it. I'm sorry, my babies, I'm really tired right now, really achy, still. And I'm extremely hungry and there's some delicious homemade orange cake in front of me waiting to be eaten 😍 I've already eaten two pieces of it and drank a full cup of coffee with milk but I NEED to eat more bc I'm still starving and I love cake and coffee 🤤 idk about other countries but it's a tradition that we have here in Brazil to eat cake and drink coffee, together 🤍 anyways I gotta shut up now lol Hope you enjoy this chapter! I'd love to read your lovely comments down below 👉🏻👈🏻 I love y'all SO MUUUCH 😘

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Chapter 8

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No way out of your quicksand

But I can breathe underneath

Take your love, cover me

Pull me down, pull me down

You are wonderful

You've taken all of my heart

It was so worth the fall

Don't let go

Quicksand (Bridgit Mendler)

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Today you felt anxious but excited. It was your first day off in a week. You were gonna Dreamwalk in your Avatar today. But you were not gonna be on a solo mission this time. Neteyam would be by your side. You two had planned to meet each other next to the river you always loved to play in. You had always loved running water.

Having Neteyam around felt like a breath of fresh air to you since you never truly felt at home amidst other human beings and, after so many years, it started to feel like a joke to you to insist on trying to fit into a society that seemed to not even want you there, in the first place. Most people behaved towards you like you were weird in some way. Neteyam never made you feel that way. You did not know if it was in view of the fact that he was na'vi or if it was just because he was in love with you.

You had always preferred to live among plants, insects, songs, books, animals… on your own little world, since you were a little girl. Everybody used to call you a daydreamer, saying you had your head on the clouds. When you were a child, you did not let that get under your skin. That's the beauty of childhood wonder, it has a lot of wisdom in it that we seem to forget, once we start growing up. Your little self never cared about those "demonstrations of care and concern" (that were nothing but condescending criticism and you never understood why people tried to conceal that fact if it was so obvious) because you knew you were not crazy or completely oblivious to reality like they used to say. Your fun and whimsical inner world was what felt like home to you, not the everyday mundane routine, the protocols that seemed ridiculously stupid to you, the shallow conversations and gossip… the over-all human society. It fucking sucked, if you were going to be totally honest.

It's not that you hated your own kind. No. It's just that you hated the way they built their empires, throughout history, the tainted legacy the ancestors left for the ones to come in the future - like a dying Planet, for example -, because of their own stupidity and recklessness.

You knew you were not harming anyone - yourself included - despite always engaging in daydreaming, all alone, with your earbuds on or just staring at a beautiful landscape and your grip on reality was still in check. Your grip on reality was actually so tight, your fingers would get hurt and start to bleed sometimes, because reality is a double bladed sword. It keeps you safe and stable, it is needed for you to not go bonkers, but it also cuts you deep with its sharp edges.

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Neteyam prepared to go out today to meet you during the day for the first time after the both of you became mates. It was just like Eywa had blessed him as he was able to finish all his duties to the clan and his training a little earlier than the usual today. Or maybe the Great Mother had nothing to do with it and it was all Neteyam making the greatest effort ever just to be able to spend some time with you in the daylight and finally see you in your na'vi body again. He missed seeing you like that. He missed the way your tail would wag softly showing you were feeling happy, he missed looking at your stripes and thinking they were the most beautiful stripes he had ever seen and most of all, he missed admiring the way you loved his planet, the way you respected and appreciated Eywa instead of hurting her.

When Neteyam was taking his bow and arrows and putting them on his back, ready to go into the woods to meet you, Lo'ak approached him, suspicious.

"Where are you going, bro?"

"To the forest. Maybe I can hunt for some food and if I'm lucky I'll bring us some good meat for dinner." Neteyam smiled and gave his younger brother a head pat, rapidly walking out of the Sully's hut door

Lo'ak wanted to yell something to his older brother, something like "I know there's something you're not telling me" but he did not. If Neteyam was hiding something, it would probably not be something that would harm him - Neteyam. Everybody knew how responsible - to the point of being annoying, sometimes - Neteyam was. Lo'ak used to get Neteyam into trouble all the time back when they were just teenagers and he was trying not to do that as much as he used to, even though he was not exactly doing a great job - he was doing a terrible job, actually - but he was still trying. He would still keep an eye on his older brother - "It seems like the tables have turned, huh?" Lo'ak thought - but he would leave him alone to do whatever he was going to do in the forest. He knew Neteyam did not have much free time for himself and he sometimes felt sorry for him, seeing him so tired and even stressed out really often because of his Olo'eyktan to be training and his responsibilities as the older brother. Lo'ak used to hold some grudges on his older brother when he was younger but now he understood that Neteyam actually struggled a lot too.

Neteyam pretended to not notice anything when he was leaving home but he did not fail to see the mistrust on Lo'ak's face. That was something he would have to deal with sooner than he wanted to, he acknowledged. He also thought about how his mother would react when she eventually finds out that her son, the future Olo'eyktan of their tribe, was in a relationship with a human girl. Neteyam did not want to disappoint his mother. He knew how proud she was of him and it hurt to think that she could start to think badly of him. He tried his hardest to whoosh those thoughts away.

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The Pandoran sun shone bright up in the sky, its rays reflecting on your bioluminescent freckles, making them a little more evident on your skin. The soothing sound of the leaves dancing with the pleasant wind and the water running in the nearby river filled the atmosphere around you. You walked slowly towards Neteyam, adrenaline dancing around in your belly in a bittersweet motion.

When Neteyam looked at you, it was like lightning had struck him. Not a destructive kind of lightning but a good one, sweet in its intensity, falling strongly all over him. Neteyam was seeing you in your Avatar for the first time after you had become his mate.

Your mouth was somewhat open, revealing your upper teeth and your na'vi (Avatar?) fangs. Your gaze revealed how much you had anticipated that moment, how much you stayed up when you should be sleeping, thinking about finally being able to see the look in Neteyam's face when he saw you in your Avatar. You knew he had watched you while you were Dreamwalking too many times before but you never got to see the admiration in his eyes when he did so as he had been stalking you, not letting you know he was around. You had wished to see his beautiful golden eyes captivated by you for so long. You wanted to feel pretty and desired like that. And now you were finally experiencing it as Neteyam looked almost dumb with enchantment while he stared at you. But cute dumb, you know? So damn cute…

You stared back at him as you took the last steps towards the place where he stood, as if he was frozen.

Neteyam felt like he was not able to move as he took in how beautiful you looked. He had never seen your na'vi body so close to his own body and it felt overwhelmingly good to do so. His sweet yawne finally belonged to him and he could now touch you and hold you in the physical form he found you most beautiful in. It's not like he did not think you were madly beautiful and hot in your human body, he always wanted to pin you down and make love to you while he was close to your human form, but nothing compared to seeing you in your na'vi form, the form where you smiled the most, where you seemed so much more alive and full of lust for experiencing the world around you. That made you even prettier. Happiness looked pretty on you.

Neteyam was na'vi and his people did not have as many severe mental struggles like humans did but there were rare cases where some na'vi who went through terrible trauma in their lives did become uninterested in fighting their dark thoughts and they did become extremely depressed, though they could be cured from that illness through rituals that healed the spirit, performed by their clan's Tsahìk.

Neteyam was not blind or oblivious to things that were obvious to the naked eye. He knew that nobody would break down and cry as often as you did, only minutes after waking up in the morning, while getting ready for work etc if this person was not in an enormous amount of pain, the kind of pain that made them wish to disappear and never be found again. Thinking about his mate feeling that kind of sorrow made him feel like his heart was being torn into pieces, blood spilling from it like water spills from a fountain.

The reason why Neteyam was so determined to convince you to transfer your consciousness to your na'vi body forever was not some selfish wish, it was not just because he wanted to take you to his tribe and have you be his mate, be able to bond with you through tsaheylu every night and get to love your body, sharing his affection and sexual pleasure with you as well as feeling your own through the bond - even though that thought did wake up a raw, intense desire and need inside of him and he just could not stop himself from fantasizing about that while stroking his cock when he could be all by himself without any chance of disturbance. Neteyam also wanted to give you the opportunity to live a blissful and fulfilling life, a life where you would laugh way more often than cry. If he knew someone that deserved nothing less than that, that person was you.

If in the worst case scenario, you still felt so bad after you had your consciousness transferred to your na'vi body, Neteyam planned to ask his mother to perform a ritual that heals the spirit on you. Thinking about that, he suddenly felt anxious and he felt his heart tightening inside his chest. Neteyam had been trying not to worry about the fact that it would be extremely hard to convince his mother to accept you as his mate and perform the ritual of transference of consciousness on you but that thought had been eating him alive constantly, ever since he talked to you for the first time, outside of the laboratory’s kitchen window.

"Hi, muntxatan." (male mate) Neteyam's heart started beating quickly and it almost came out of his throat when he heard you calling him your mate in his people's language as you stopped in front of him and smiled widely, your eyes narrowing slightly. Those torturing thoughts about his mother trying to tear the both of you apart quickly were washed away from his mind by your presence. It was hypnotizing to him.

"Yawntu… You're just so beautiful. So insanely beautiful." Neteyam smiled, his eyes shining, still bewitched by you, and pushed you roughly against his body. He hugged you tighter than he ever did before since he knew he wouldn't hurt you by doing so when you're Dreamwalking. The size difference between the both of you was not that substantial anymore. His chin rested on the top of your head as he held you strongly against his body.

His roughness did not hurt you, on the contrary, it made you feel safe and protected to have his big - currently not huge, just big - arms around you, keeping your body close as your head was against his chest, your eyes shut and you could hear his heart beating fast. It made you indescribably happy to know that you were the reason for that quick heartbeat. You curled your lips up, smiling peacefully.

Peace. You spent so much time without feeling that but, after you accepted becoming Neteyam's mate, finally defeating your cruel fears, you started to feel peaceful way more often than you had ever felt in your life, even more often than you did when you were little.

Neteyam distanced your bodies a bit, still putting his hands on the sides of your arms, right below your shoulders and announced:

"Come! There's a place I wanna take you to." He took your hand and started walking in front of you, excitedly leading you somewhere

"Where are you taking me?" You smiled and chuckled softly, curious

"You'll see." It was all he said

Neteyam made you feel excited about little things, like you were just a child again, a feeling you hadn't felt in so, so long. After Neteyam came to your life, it was like he painted vivid colors on your once all too white and dull canvas. You almost shivered at the reminder that you nearly ruined your chance to have a love so pure and true such as this one because of fear of the unknown and refusal of getting out of your comfort zone.

After walking through the rainforest with you for a little while, Neteyam stopped in front of a tall, large tree and you soon recognized it. Its branches had clusters that were full of some beautiful fruits that reminded you of blueberries that used to exist on Earth, before they went extinct.

"Here. Do you recognize this tree? I've seen you look at it so many times. Were you wondering if the yovo fruits are safe to eat?"

"Yeah." You smiled bashfully "They look delicious."

"And they are. They're safe to eat, yawne. We can eat some now, if you want to." Neteyam smiled kindly at you. The fact that he remembered small details about you made your heart melt.

"I'd love that, Teyam."

Neteyam smiled, unbelieving.

"What did you call me?"

"Teyam…?" You furrowed your eyebrows "It's just a nickname I came up with for you… Do you hate it?" You contorted your features in a way that showed him you were feeling slightly insecure and embarrassed

"No! I love it, yawntutsyìp! I love it." He smiled and chuckled "I just wasn't expecting it. I love that my muntxate is calling me by a special nickname. Feels intimate." Neteyam came closer to you and held your face with both his beautiful strong blue hands

You looked up at his face with doe eyes and waited as you knew what was coming. You could feel it. The sneaky butterflies started flying inside your belly again.

Neteyam kissed you slowly, crushing his soft wet lips against yours. He pressed his lips on your mouth again and again for a short amount of time but it was enough to make your legs feel weak.

"Come, oeyä muntxate. I'll help you climb the tree."

Neteyam did as he said and soon enough you both were sitting on the wooden "floor" of the tree, sharing yovo fruits and eating them.

You two started to chill and talk about everyday life. It felt so good. It felt familiar, just like any relationship you had had before with a human guy, but better. So much better. Your alien boyfriend - mate? It felt so weird to say it like that… - made you feel things that none of your ex human boyfriends could ever dream to do. Neteyam made you feel understood. He did not judge you. He made you feel at home. Neteyam was becoming home for you.

You started to tell him how sad and done with everything you sometimes felt. Well, not sometimes… It happened all the time, even though it got better now that Neteyam was in your life. But you did not want to make him worry about you.

"You know, sometimes I feel like that too."

"What do you mean?" You questioned

"Like there's so much chaos inside that I just wanna talk to someone and vent. But I'm always so busy. There never seems to be time to find someone to do that with."

You were slightly surprised.

"Yeah, me too. Always too busy." You sighed "And exhausted, to be honest. Both physically and mentally."

"Well, I do have way more stamina than humans do" You laughed at Neteyam's teasing "But some nights I come home from training and after taking care of my siblings, really, really tired too. And I don't mean only physically."

"We have some stuff in common, don't we?" You pointed out, smiling

"We certainly do." He smiled back

You felt good knowing that.

Neteyam laid on the floor, right by your side.

"I'm full" He let out a laugh that sounded lovely in your ears while stroking his stomach.

"Me too." You laid on the floor too, just like Neteyam had just done. Your belly felt pleasantly filled up "But these fruits are so good I'd still eat a dozen of them." You playfully said, laughing

"Do you want more? I can get you some more." Neteyam gently offered

"No, it's okay, Teyam. I'm good for now." You smiled at him

Neteyam smiled back, showing no teeth, a soft, enamored look in his feline amber eyes.

You two spent some time together in comfortable silence.

"Oeyä muntxate?"

"Yeah?" You looked at him and let out a relaxed sigh, smiling softly

"Oel ngati kameie." He said, with vulnerable sincerity in his eyes

It seemed like he was gazing inside your very soul. Like his golden eyes could see something in you nobody else could. Like he saw who you truly were. Like Neteyam saw the good and bad and the ugly and the greatness and the doubts and the fears and the uniqueness and the ordinary parts of you, like he saw all of you, and it did not scare him off to see your dark side. You could feel he was staying for both your virtues and your vices. And maybe that's what "Oel ngati kameie" meant, when said to the one you're choosing to be your mate. Means connecting to someone in a raw, deep way, a way that nobody else is able to. A way that allows you to see the other person's flaws but not be afraid of them and try to find a way out. A way that allows you to see the grace in every little detail that that other soul has, to see the beauty in them that they themselves could never see.

"Oel ngati kameie…" You finally said, smiling, still not believing he had said those words to you

Neteyam smiled brightly while gazing into your eyes. He always looked deep inside your eyes… It felt almost too much but it still had just the right amount of intensity for it to be deliciously alluring instead of overwhelming.

Neteyam took your hand and intertwined your fingers on his. You felt the touch of his warm hand burning your skin in a pleasant way. After a few seconds, he kissed the back of your hand tenderly. You kept staring at both your hands glued together for a while.

"I wanna cuddle with you, oeyä muntxate." His voice brought your attention back to his face.

You could hear nervousness and need in his tone.

"Sure, yawne."

You were starting to really like calling Neteyam by na'vi pet names. The na'vi language was incredibly pleasing to the ears, in your opinion.

Neteyam started moving your body carefully, so you could lay on your side and when you obeyed, laying in said position, he himself laid on his side and pulled you in, making your body be as close to his as he could, your ass against his clothed member.

Your lungs started to do a poor job at helping you breathe now that the both of you were so close. You got nervous as you two had, yes, cuddled before, when you were in your human body, but he was never behind you like that, his body glued to yours. You knew he could feel your ass on his cock. Your heart was beating at the speed of light.

It did not take long for you to start to feel Neteyam was now fully erect, his cock pressed against your ass. You felt the inner walls of your pussy start to twitch and you got all wet, your juices spreading over your panties. Neteyam was so big and thick and your body responded like crazy to him.

It was a violent, invincible desire that made Neteyam cling so much to you, all the time. It would burn his insides, making him yearn for you, for your touch, for your warmth. There was no rational explanation inside his head for it. Neteyam could not understand it, he could only feel it covering all his being, exuding from his eyes whenever he looked at you, touched you, kissed you… He knew you could tell how much he was thirsty for you almost all the time. But Neteyam did not care about being so vulnerable. He wanted you to know what you did to him. Maybe like that you would surrender sooner and give yourself to him completely already. He felt so impatient. Everyday it was getting harder and harder for him to not take you in his arms and mate with you. This wait was killing him, day by day. It was like a slow and agonizing death. And now that he could smell your sweet juices so vividly, he felt like he could no longer hold back.

Neteyam pushed you even closer to him. You whimpered softly, the feeling of his huge, girthy cock pressed against your butt was divine.

Neteyam got you crazily wet just so quickly that it never failed to surprise you. He was like quicksand to you; you could try and run as much as you wanted but you would always end up being swallowed by his love.

"I need you so much, muntxate…" He cried out softly in your ear while rubbing his hard cock on your ass. "You're all wet for me. You smell so good, it's intoxicating." He sniffed the air, savoring your natural scent just like it was the most mouthwatering thing he had ever felt filling his sensitive nostrils "Please, lemme make you mine completely, my sweet yawne. Please…"

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That Girl Is Mine

Tara Carpenter x Saxophoneplayer!Fem!Reader

Summary: You play saxophone with a band called “Sweaters In Fall”, you and another girl plus three other guys are in it. You’re girlfriend Tara comes to see your biggest concert at the Radio City Music Hall (NYC), after the concert things do seem to work with you in the band

Warnings: Fluff, Cat-Calling, Little bit of blood, Pervert, sexual mentions, lots of cursing, some punching

Y/F/B: Your Favorite Band

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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It’s the night before you and your bands performance at the Radio Music Hall.

You were very nervous, it was unusual for you to be this nervous. It wasn’t because of the people but it was because your girlfriend was coming to watch with her friends and her older sister Sam.

Not that you were scared of Tara being there, you were excited that the dark brunette and her friends were coming, it was just Sam.

Sam never really liked you, she had her suspicions. You respected that since after what they’ve gone through was tragic. This special night wasn’t just about winning an award to you but it meant to prove yourself worthy for Tara, you wanted Sam to see your talent and maybe she’ll like you. Maybe….

“Yo Y/n! What’s got ya all worked up?” Your bandmate Damien asked, he was a nice guy, he was a tall lengthy black man about in his middle twenties. “You’re not all pumped up like you normally are during rehearsal.”

“Just nervous I guess…” “Nonsense! You’re never nervous!” Kayleen hyped. Kayleen was your best friend, you guys were pretty close she was the reason why you joined the band. Damien and the other two guys were a little eh about another Saxophone player joining, but the raven hair just glared at them and had you join. You were the high voice of the group, the great Alto Sax player.

“Yeah, Y/N/N, you seem so low right now and you’re the loudest person normally.” Pip spoke, Pip was your 3rd favorite of the group. He was pretty quiet the majority of the time but he indeed was a fantastic Trumpet player. ‘Pip the Pipet’ Damien gave him the nickname, Pip hated it but he’s adjusted to it now since it sticks with him.

You all had nicknames, yours was Sexy Sax (boy you hate it but at this point you don’t care, Tara teases you about it), Kayleen’s was Sax Positive, every time you hear that nickname you can’t help but laugh a little. Damien’s is Damn Keyboard (idk) as he played keyboard in the band. Last but not least Dan…

you hated Dan oh boy, if you were to go ghostface he’d be the reason.

Dan was a creep in your opinion. Nobody else agreed though, he was just very…odd. He was an older man, I’d say in his early 40’s, he does have a lot of experience in jazz and band in general but he seemed off…every time after your solo in one of the songs you’d catch him looking at you with heart eyes, you’d catch him doing it to Kayleen as well. Eugh…you hate him

“Yeah baby stop being so low, your supposed have a high pitched voice in the band. If you know what I mean.” Dan said…flirted?

You wanted to throw up after he said that. Fuck he gives you the jeepers creepers.

“I’m fine guys I swear. It’s just my girlfriend is coming to watch tomorrow and her sister..isn’t quite found of me..” you rambled.

“Sorry to hear that champ. But everything will go great! Just…focus on yourself and not the crowed.” Damien explained, you have him a nod.

“Well, it’s getting late guys we should head home for the night,” everybody nodded in agreement with Pip.

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It was a quick walk home, you hadn’t lived far from Damien’s house. Which is where you guys rehearsed most days unless the Blackmore’s band director lets you in.

Moonlight On the River by Mac DeMarco was playing in your ears, your saxophone in case swaying in your left hand as you trotted in the perfect white snow on New York’s streets to your way home.

You swore someone was following you, feeling eyes staring at the back of your head. You stopped in your tracks turning around to see no one.

Maybe it’s an animal or my imagination?

You thought

As paranoid as you used to be it’s been higher ever since you heard about the ghostface attacks. Tara always pushed you away when you met, you weren’t sure why until you discovered she was The younger sister of Sam Carpenter.

Eventually you told her you don’t care about some psycho idiot under a ghost mask with a knife.

It wasn’t long after you confessed that you really liked her and started the first date. It’s been a few months since you guys started dating, you both were happy.

You told Tara you’d always be there for her if she wanted to talk about everything or anything else that’s keeping her down. She appreciates you for that, but also doesn’t want to burden you because she knows you have your own issues.

Opening your apartment door, stepping in and feeling the nice warmth greeting you. You flicked on the lights with your free hand after slipping off your shoes and walked to your bedroom.

You sat down your saxophone in the corner of your room as well as your backpack, coat. Walking over to your bed taking the snow covered sweater and sweatpants you were wearing off. (I’m more masc btw so masculine wear)

Putting on a white-T with a sweatshirt over that has Y/F/B on it and throwing on a black pair of sleep pants. That’s when your phone started buzzing in your bag.

You grabbed your bag again and opened it to grab your phone, seeing that your one and only was calling you.

With a smile you pressed the green button without hesitation and pulled the phone to your ear.

“Hey Baby!”

You blushed at her voice and nickname

“Hey Tar, how was your day?”

“Not bad, just- some arguing with Sam. You know, the usual.”

“Sorry to hear that, what was it about? If you done mind me asking.”

“It’s fine love, it was just about me walking alone to school. She needs to grow up sometimes, I mean I do appreciate her safety, it’s just a pain up my ass all the time.”

You understood Tara’s annoyance, your mom was the same. She’d harp on you about being safe even if your taking out the trash, (though you don’t live with her no more)

Sam was always protective, ever since the first Ghostface incident. Sam has prevented Tara from having outside friends (definitely after Quinn and Ethan).

That’s why Sam dislikes you, she’s scared you’ll be the next ghostface. But Tara wants Sam to understand that she’ll fall in love at some point, and she already has. It’s you

You’re the lucky girl

“Yeah I know hun, hey tell you what. Tomorrow night I’ll prove Sam with my magical music talent that I’m worthy!”

Tara chuckled, “sure baby, you are quiet talented my musical girl. I’m excited for tomorrow, by the way, how was practice?”

“Good, Kayleen and the boys are hyped. I think we’re all ready, I’m just a bit nervous…” you said, biting your nails.

“Why nervous Y/N/N? You’re never nervous.”

“That’s what the band said..haha.” You paused with a fake laugh. “I guess it’s me trying to prove how good I am to Sam, and how important you are to me.”

“Honey, even if Sam didn’t care about tomorrow then screw her, cause you shouldn’t care about what Sam thinks. It’s Sam! But I know Sam will get your trust eventually she just has a hard time opening up,” you sigh, “plus I think she’ll love it. Sam really likes music if you didn’t know.”

“I didn’t know actually, but thanks Tar.”

“No problem baby, I gotta go Sam needs my help with dinner. I’ll see you tomorrow night! Love ya!”

Your heart skipped a beat, “love you too, see ya!”

You smiled widely after Tara hung up. You were going to prove your worthy for Tara to Sam.

Sam doesn’t realize how much you love that little feisty girl

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It’s currently 7:30

Your show starts in thirty minutes

Sitting on an old chair in the back room as Kayleen does a few more touches with your make-up

You weren��t a big fan of wearing make-up, but Kayleen insisted on you wearing some especially for tonight. It wasn’t crazy make-up, just some highlights and eyeliner, nothing punk looking but more casual.

“Cmon Y/N/N you’re our sexy sax you gotta look sexy,” you rolled your eyes. “Even Pip gets a little bit of a make-over!”

“Uh-what?” Pip quipped.

“…Annnnd done!” Kayleen exclaimed, “it’s your turn Pip!”

Pip groaned but gave in

“A-are we all getting make-up?” Damien asked.

“No, Pip just doesn’t get the option because he’s one of our big soloists! But if you want make-up I’d be happy to-”

“Absolutely not,” both Damien and Dan said. The raven shrugged and went back to work

“So Y/N/N? How are you feeling?” Damien asked, as he sat next to you.

“Better, I talked to my girlfriend last night and told about my nerves but she said I’ll be okay and other things.” “Awe, she must be a real sweet one.” You blushed as his comment, Tara was a sweet one even if she’s a little feisty at times.

“We have about ten minutes left.” Dan looked at his watch.

“Shit!!” Kayleen squealed.

You laughed at her antics when she jumped to grab more blush

“We’ve got time girl.”

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Tara shifted in her seat as she looked around the interior of the Music Hall.

She’s never been inside the music building, she’s only passed in on walks, in a taxi or on the bus.

It was quite beautiful, the lights were pretty, the room was nice and warm and it was just gorgeous in general, it was a very open dome with a lot of people.

Sam didn’t want to spend a lot of money so they chose the middle seats on the balcony. Tara wouldn’t really be able to see you but the tv’s they had were enough to see your gorgeous face.

“God I’m so excited! Thanks again Sam!” Chad smiled bright. Mindy thanked her too.

“Of course,” Sam smiled. “Thanks Sam, seriously, you don’t know how much this means to me and especially Y/N/N.”

The older Carpenter smiled at her little sister.

“Up next we have our Jazz Band “Sweaters In Fall!!!”

When Tara heard your band name she perked up and watched ahead of her as she cheered with the crowed.

You and band walked up stage with your instruments, the keyboard and drums already set for Damien and Dan.

“Let’s meet our lovely band! Up first is Pip the Pippet! Our Trumpeter!” Pip smiled shyly.

“Second we have Sax Positive Kayleen!”

Mindy shook her head, “reminds me of Quinn sadly.” Tara chuckled a bit.

“Third we have Damien that Damn Keyboard!” Everybody laughed and cheered.

“Fourth we have Drummer Dan!”

“He looks like he’s sixty!!” Chad yelled. Tara didn’t like Dan, the stuff you’ve told Tara about him make her sick in the stomach but that feeling faded away once the guy announcing announced your name.

“Last but not Least! Y/N/N the Sexy Sax player!!” (Sorry not sorry)

Tara blushed when you waved a bit to the the crowed. Knowing you were looking for her.

“Let’s get this party started!”

~~~~~~~~~(sorry if it’s cheesy 😭)

You were at the last song of your album. The next song was more of something you wrote yourself. (Not actually 😭 cause that’d be copyright)

Tara cheered with the crowed once the song was finished. You eagerly searched for her in the crowed then spotted her a bit later.

You blew a kiss at her as she did it back.

“Cmon Y/n! We gotta go!” Pip called.

You nodded, taking one last glance in Tara’s direction before following your friends.

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“That’s it! That was it my guys!” Damien screamed in victory.

“Eh it was alright-” “What do you mean it was alright Kay? That was our best yet!!” Pip cut off Kayleen.

You smiled bright once you entered the backroom. This was definitely the best performance you’ve had in awhile, and you were proud of that.

It didn’t matter to you if you won something but- it mattered that you did it. All you cared about was Sam liking you.

The band continued to talk about the performance whilst you put up your saxophone.

“Y/n!” You looked up at her voice.

Tara jumped into your arms with a big smile, Sam and her friends no too far behind.

“Hey babe! How’s you guys get in?” You looked over Tara’s shoulder, making sure no guards were about to run in saying they broke in.

“They let us in, I told them I was with you.”

“Now who’s this pretty lady?” Dan asked, he made your stomach curl and in a disgusted way.

“I’m Tara,” she said a little grossed out herself.

“Hey! Y/n, you can officially meet Sam now!” Tara turned to her older sister, motioning Sam to approach.

Sam looked at you with those ‘I don’t trust you eyes’. Sam scared you a bit, but being up close..Jesus you were more scared.

“Nice to meet you Y/n,” your eyes widened. Sam, Sam Carpenter being nice to you? She held out her hand waiting for you to shake it. “I-uh hi- S-Sam.”

Sam pulled her hand away and chuckled, “you don’t need to be afraid of me. Sorry for scaring you a bit, I’m a bit worried meeting new people. As Tara probably already told you.”

You nodded with a small smile. Tara was ecstatic with your first impressions on each other.

“Yo Y/n! You gonna introduce them?” Damien spoke.

“Oh uh- yeah! This is my girlfriend Tara her sister and friends. Guys this is Damien, Kayleen, Pip and-..Dan.” You pointed to the each of them.

There were some waves and hi’s

“Y/n, you didn’t tell me your girlfriend was hella hot.” Dan walked close.

“Excuse me?” Both you, Tara and Sam said.

“You heard me.”

You looked at Dan with hatred. “Back the fuck up.”

“Woah, no need to get all frisky babe.”

“Don’t fucking call her that!” Tara yelled.

You put a hand out in front of Tara, keeping her back.

“Damn, she’s loud too.”

“Shut the fuck up you perverted mother fucker!” You shoved Dan back, but it wasn’t long before he struck your nose with his fist.

You stumbled back, wincing and clutching your nose as it bled. “Y/n..”

“Oh come on Y/n, your worse than your are at pleasing her.”

That’s when Sam lost it as well. Sam punched Dan, you pushing Sam back to finish the job.

You grabbed him by the shoulders and slamming him against the wall. “I swear to fucking god! If you ever say any of those things ever again I’ll break your skull!!!”

“Hmp, I’d like to see you try.”

Damien and Sam both grabbed your arm before you got the chance to swing another punch at him.

“Let me go!!”

“Dan, get the fuck away! Go! You’re out of this fucking band!!” Damien screamed.

“Whatever, I didn’t want to be here anyways, I just wanted to see some ladies.” Dan chuckled.

You snarled. “Get him away from me.”

Damien and Pip nodded before getting Dan out of the room.

“Y/n-” “Let’s just go home.”

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“How’s it feeling?”

You and Tara were in her bedroom. After tonight’s event, your hand was swollen and bleeding. Sam checked it and no brokenness to it, just some bruises and scratches, plus it’ll sting.

“Like shit.” You huffed, laying back on her bed. Tara already patched you up, it hurt like a bitch too.

“I’m sorry,” “no. I’m sorry, I should’ve just kicked him off the band way before!” You threw your hands up.

“Baby, it’s not your fault. It isn’t your fault he’s some fucked up pervert, but thank you for defending me.” Tara brushed her fingers through your sweaty hair.

“Anytime..” you smile. Tara leaned down to kiss you on the lips, placing her scarred hand on your unharmed cheek.

“I love you.” “Love you too.”

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This is fuckin cheesy.

Sorry for not uploading this faster than I planned. Weird shit has happened this past week

I need ideas cause my brain hurts and I can’t think of anything rn

#jenna ortega #tara carpenter x female reader #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin #Scream 6 #Spotify

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incdntlprompts · 2 years

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* [ DIALOGUE PROMPTS ] : feelings are complicated.

below, i’ve compiled a list of [ 50 ] dialogue prompts for your writing and roleplaying needs, all about denying those feelings. inspired by songs, tv series/film, and my daily daydreaming. some of these work as an almost accidental declaration of love, coming to terms with your emotions, or digging yourself deeper into that denial. there are prompts for your ship or a third-party looking in on their mess.

[ ONE ] : “ have you heard about how i’m supposedly in love with you ? ”

[ TWO ] : “ i never said i was in love with you. ”

[ THREE ] : “ i hate you. ”

[ FOUR ] : “ if somebody i was still in love with was getting serious with somebody else i’d be pretty upset too. ”

[ FIVE ] : “ please, i would rather swallow shards of glass than ever date you. ”

[ SIX ] : “ being physically attracted to you doesn’t mean i’m in love with you. ”

[ SEVEN ] : “ being in love with you doesn’t mean i want to be with you. ”

[ EIGHT ] : “ nothing is ever going to happen between us. ”

[ NINE ] : “ i don’t feel that way about you anymore. ”

[ TEN ] : “ you’re over me ? when.. when were you under me ? ”

[ ELEVEN ] : “ deny it all you want but i know you love me. ”

[ TWELVE ] : “ it doesn’t have to mean anything. ”

[ THIRTEEN ] : “ so denial isn’t just a river in egypt. ”

[ FOURTEEN ] : “ how do you really feel ? ”

[ FIFTEEN ] : “ just be honest for once in your life. ”

[ SIXTEEN ] : “ admitting your feelings isn’t going to kill you. ”

[ SEVENTEEN ] : “ you’re so in denial, even you don’t know how you really feel. ”

[ EIGHTEEN ] : “ i don’t believe you. ”

[ NINETEEN ] : “ does me dating them bother you ? ”

[ TWENTY ] : “ there’s nothing else to talk about. ”

[ TWENY-ONE ] : “ we could y’know... it doesn’t have to change anything. ”

[ TWENTY-TWO ] : “ ‘no homo’ is really starting to sound like homo, bro. ”

[ TWENTY-THREE ] : “ everyone else can see it but you. ”

[ TWENTY-FOUR ] : “ i might be in love with you. ”

[ TWENTY-FIVE ] : “ i only said all those things because i felt sorry for you. ”

[ TWENTY-SIX ] : “ do you really hate me that much ? ”

[ TWENY-SEVEN ] : “ you’ve been avoiding me and i don’t know why. ”

[ TWENTY-EIGHT ] : “ oh, i know you don’t like me. it’s because i know you love me. ”

[ TWENTY-NINE ] : “ i thought you knew ! ”

[ THIRTY ] : “ you can’t act this way every time i fuck somebody that isn’t you ! ”

[ THIRTY-ONE ] : “ does everybody know that i’m in love with them except for me ? ”

[ THIRTY-TWO ] : “ i don’t want anybody else touching you like i do. ”

[ THIRTY-THREE ] : “ clearly i still have feelings for them but feelings don’t have to mean love. ”

[ THIRTY-FOUR ] : “ yeah, so ? you had feelings for me first ! ”

[ THIRTY-FIVE ] : “ we could kiss ? nobody needs to know. ”

[ THIRTY-SIX ] : “ even if i did have feelings for you, what would it matter? you don’t feel the same way about me. ”

[ THIRTY-SEVEN ] : “ does this mean something ? ”

[ THIRTY-EIGHT ] : “ this can mean something... if you want it to ? ”

[ THIRTY-NINE ] : “ i wish i never met you. ”

[ FORTY ] : “ you can’t be angry with them for moving on. ”

[ FORTY-ONE ] : “ i don’t trust that you won’t break my heart. ”

[ FORTY-TWO ] : “ you don’t get to pick and choose who i date unless you want to volunteer yourself ! ”

[ FORTY-THREE ] : “ we shouldn’t do that again. ”

[ FORTY-FOUR ] : “ i don’t know what about this scares you so much. ”

[ FORTY-FIVE ] : “ you never know what might happen if you put yourself out there. ”

[ FORTY-SIX ] : “ i never said i hated you. ”

[ FORTY-SEVEN ] : “ don’t you find it suspicious that you can’t talk about how you really feel about me/them? ”

[ FORTY-EIGHT ] : “ i should have never kissed you. ”

[ FORTY-NINE ] : “ I don’t want to be your friend. ”

[ FIFTY ] : “ i think you think about me sometimes. ”

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Is It Really You? (Part 3)

Pairing: Astarion x Spawn!Reader

Summary: While Astarion is roaming the streets for Cazador's next meal, he stumbles upon someone crying near the edge of the lower city. Turns out, you wouldn't be a worthy victim, and you're a lot closer to him than you may imagine.

Song Inspo: Is It Really You? By Loathe

Warnings: Canon-typical violence/cruelty, mentions of abuse, mentions of trauma, NSFW (18+ ONLY), Cazador is his own warning

Other Tags: Slow burn, eventual smut, fem!Reader, soulmates

A/N: Hello! As no surprise to anyone, I’ve been pretty down and out lately. However, here’s a new chapter in an attempt to get back in the swing of things! I see everyone’s request and love them, and they’ll be written (reliably) in a week or so as I push through them. N e ways sorry I’ve been away I’ve missed you guys :,)

Part 1 Part 2

Leon shook your shoulders in the confines of your quarters, his expression one of protective fury. “What the hell were you thinking? Hmm? Going to see him and doing… hells… this!” He hissed, wiggling your wrist in front of your eyes. Because the bond had been sealed, the entire room smelled like Astarion. You frantically wiped at the tears streaming down your face in a futile attempt.

“Please Leon… I need you to be quiet about this. I don’t want him to be hurt. Please,” you pleaded with him, wiping the excess blood from your wrist onto his arm as you grasped for them to get his attention.

His face contorted even further. “Quiet. Quiet?! I have a daughter. A child. The only reason I do the things I do for him is for her. Nobody else.” He watched as you pulled away, hurt and surprise flashing across your eyes. “Fine,” he sighed, “but if I even sniff anything else, which master surely will, you’re done for darling.”

You let out another sob but nodded. You would never see Astarion again for everybody’s safety. As Leon undressed you and stuck you in the bathtub to begin scrubbing the scent out of your skin, your chest tugged and a thought clouded your senses. Elfsong. You tried not to show any difference in expression, and tried your damndest to transmit a yes.

Once you smelled a little more like yourself, Leon gathered you into a robe and began bandaging your wrist. “He can’t see it, darling. Not if you want to keep your lips,” he whispered in a morbid sense of comfort. You shook your head clear, in the need of making a plan for the first time in centuries.

“Please Leon. Go see him and make sure he’s okay. Tell him I’m okay,” you held his fingers in a gentle plea. Cazador would be back any minute and if he saw Astarion looking like he did when you parted, his rage would know no bounds.

Leon stroked your knuckles and squeezed them as he stood. “Your bed clothes are on the masters bed. Change. Quickly.” He heard scrambling feet and caught Cazador’s scent at the entrance of the castle. He pushed you to your feet. “Go,” he whispered, giving you the faintest nod as he made his way to the dormitory.

Astarion felt nauseous. From being away from his mate? Maybe. From the thought of his possible impending death? Surely. Dal and the others had pelted him with questions when he arrived back at the dormitory, to which he spat venomous words and crawled into his bunk away from everyone.

He kept thinking about the Elfsong tavern, how he needed to see you again, despite what his disgusting master commanded. He wanted to cherish you, become one with you, body and soul. He wanted to take you to the edges of Faerǔn, away from all the dangers that lurked this side of the river Chionthar.

He bolted upright as he smelled rose and vanilla soap, eyes darting around the room in search of you. His search was blocked by Leon in front of him, with a furious glare in his glowing red eyes. “You. With me. Now.”

Leon dragged Astarion out of the spawn dormitory and into the favored spawn room. Victoria sat reading in one of the faux luxurious beds. When she saw Astarion her book slammed closed. “Papa? What’s going on?”

“Darling, why don’t you go visit the gardens, the moon looks beautiful tonight. Don’t forget your dictionary,” Leon said, his voice thick with urgency. Victoria scrambled out of the room, and as soon as the door creaked shut Leon’s hands were on Astarion’s neck. “What were you thinking? If you find out someone is your mate in this fucking family you keep your godsdamned mouth shut. This is destroying everything. Hells, I might have to convince Vic to escape if Cazador finds out about this.”

“We aren’t family,” Astarion choked out. Leon sighed and released his grip. “I don’t know if you’ve ever had one, but it’s harder than it looks to just let her go.”

“Regardless, you need to stay away from each other. I mean fuck Astarion her quarters are dripping with that stench Cazador makes you wear around,” Leon muttered. Despite the circumstance, Astarion’s heart wanted to sing at the thought of his mark being left. Of having one thing in his godsforsaken life be his.

“How is she?” He whispered.

“Not well, but she’s managing. She wanted me to check on you, even though this is your fault,” Leon spat.

“Oh come off it, Leon,” Astarion hissed.

“You know what? I don’t care. Bath is over there, scrub out the scent she left on you. The bite is simply the struggle of a rat if anyone asks,” Leon huffed and turned to leave. He stopped at the door and looked back to Astarion with a glimmer of worry. “He’s back.”

Cazador’s eyes shot to your wrist as he entered his quarters. Leon had bandaged it well enough, but it looked out of place with your pastel blue and pretty much translucent nightgown. He sat down on the bed and dragged you into his lap, his hands having a bruising grip on your arms as he lifted your wrist to his nose. “Tch. My treasure, what have I told you about suicide attempts? They’re futile. And you’ve made poor Leon take time out of his day to remedy you.”

“I’m sorry my lord… I just-“ he yanked you closer and you had to hold back a panicked yelp.

“Just what? After everything I give you. Privileges to the grounds, privileges to me, a luxurious room to sleep in. And what do I get in return? Another case to cover up for the Grand Duke? I won’t stand for it.” He pushed your face down into the bed with the palm of his hand. With a snap of his fingers, Godey entered the room within 30 seconds flat. “Have your fun with her, I need to speak with Leon about why he didn’t tell me sooner,” he spat. He leaned down and placed a tender yet warning kiss under your ear that made your stomach turn, “I’ll be back later toy. Hopefully this proves to be a good lesson,” he whispered. He gave your hair a few more sickeningly thoughtful strokes and exited the room, locking the door behind him.

“You never learn do you, girl. That’s alright, Godey will help with that,” you could hear his awful excitement. And with the first blow to your ribs, you could only think one word. Help.

Astarion finished his scrubbing; something which actually always felt kind of good after centuries of feeling filthy. He eyed the bite mark on his wrist and his lips formed into a small smile. He wasn’t lying when he said he would live for you now, something that surprised even him. He traced his thumb over the puckered wounds and felt a shiver run through him.

After getting dressed he touched up his unpulsing points with his perfume, glancing around the ‘favored spawn quarters’. He scowled to himself. Some lot they think they are, he thought. He whirled around at the slamming open of the door to see Cazador, a fury blazing unmatched in his glowing blood red eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing in here boy?” Cazador growled. He roughly grabbed Astarion’s shoulders to straighten his back. “And I’ve told you for years to stop slou-“ his voice cut off as he made eye contact with Astarion’s wrist. The same spot your injury was in. Astarion did his best to look indifferent.

“One of the rats got extra frisky last night,” he mumbled. Cazador yanked his jaw up to look at him.

“Only speak when spoken to.” The words sounded deathly calm, as if the man — monster rather — would snap in two at a moment’s notice. He pushed Astarion’s jaw to the side on release to push him off balance. “I don’t have time for this.” And just like that, Cazador had unusually left without punishment.

That’s when Astarion felt it. The thought. Help. His senses became fully alert, where could you be? Should he even help or would he make it worse? After years and years of self survival, of selfishness, he made up his mind and thundered through the castle and up the stairs. Upon reaching your bedroom door he started shouting, “There once was a cleric of Gond, who was cursed with a very small wand…”

After quite a few health potions and 3 days, Astarion’s ankles finally felt good enough to walk around and work again. If one could even call it work. He was sat at a table with half elf named Daimond (Why does he even remember the names anymore? He asked himself.), twirling his silver locks and speaking in low sultry tones.

“I actually work over at Sorcerous Sundries. I’m trying to get a spot next to Lorroakan himself,” the half-elf smiled, a blush dusting his cheeks.

“Ah, a wizard. Not often that I see a particularly talented one in the heart of the city,” Astarion said as he took a sip of his wine, wiping a stray dribble with his thumb, forming his lips into a pout, “A spot next to Lorroakan you say? I guess that means you should be very good with your wand?”

The half-elf’s eyes widened, a bashful laugh echoing throughout Astarion’s ears. “Maybe later tonight I could show you.”

Astarion held back a gag and a grimace, breaking eye contact for a fraction of a second. In that fraction, he could swear he saw wine red eyes and a navy blue gown. He regained his composure quickly and whispered, “Sounds like a deal, darling.” He pressed a kiss to Dammon’s? Demon’s? No that can’t be right. Damien’s neck, which made him elicit a giggle.

Okay he was definitely going crazy. His chest lurched as he smelled roses and vanilla, and saw you sitting at a secluded table away from the crowd, your navy blue gown cascading onto the floor as you drank a small goblet of wine. He felt a tug at his fingers.

“Well get up silly, we don’t have all night,” Diamond (?) said with a soft grin, angling his head towards the entrance. Astarion placed a hand over his.

“I just remembered, a good friend of mine needs to meet with me for a case. Typical magistrate work,” he smiled, every one of his limbs screaming to go to you.

“Oh…. Well, how about in 3 days time we meet back here? I enjoy your company Astarion,” the half-elf said, his smile outweighing the flash of hurt in his eyes.

“We will make it so my sweet,” Astarion chirped, “I’m afraid I must go. Good luck with your position!” He bolted up and practically ran to you, grabbing your cheeks and pulling you into a passionate kiss.

His veins sang, his heart felt like it was beating, everything felt right. You were back in his arms once more. You pulled away after releasing a soft moan, taking his pale hands in yours and squeezing them.

“I want to leave, Astarion. Tonight.”

“Tonight?” Astarion uttered; he wasn’t ready. You couldn’t possibly be ready.

You pressed a kiss to each of his cheekbones and then one more to the bite mark on his wrist.

“Tonight.”

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pherelesytsia · 2 years

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Who did this to you? 3

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Reader

Summary: Bruised and broken, Y/N, trapped in a loveless marriage, arrives at her best friend's house, desperately hoping someone will help her, aware she cannot return to the estate of her husband.

Warning: fear, anxiety, Angst, swearing

Word Count: 2.5k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Shadows reared and shifted, invaded the corners of the house and found their way into the hearts of the people whose peals of delight once resounded throughout the deserted hallways and richly decorated rooms. Mercilessly, the rain pounded against the windows. The storm raged fiercely over the land, causing rivers to leap, destroyed leaves and uprooted trees.

Lightning, curved and slanted like the stitches of an unskilled seamstress, coloured the sky, but thunder was missing, did not chant the song of horror and ruthlessness.

Silence had descended upon the house, and the murmur of the gramophone broke the awful stillness. No one dared to speak, cloaked in silence and realisation, but the walls full of memories talked and screamed, laughed and giggled at the sight.

The vision cleared and confusion welled in the eyes, staring wide awake at each other, hoping to find the soothing answer yet realisation hit like a wave of destruction. The boldness of the alcohol was gone with the wind. Hearts were beating at a rapid pace. Foolishly, the men and women, dressed in rich garments, blamed each other, but no words fell, yet the eyes told the unspoken tale and fell on the man in the dark suit.

Wounds, long healed, ached and pained. The walls of solid stone crumbled. Thomas took one step, swallowed noticeably as he tried to process what John had said. He had heard the words loud and clear, but they made no sense, sounded ridiculous and foolish. The eyes of a sunny sky turned to a torrent, grey and misty. He tried to focus, felt dizzy, sickened by his thoughts. The words bearing the dreadful message echoed in his mind, but they made no sense. His chest was burning. Thomas applied pressure to the aching wound, but soon the man realised that no blood was oozing from his chest, felt no wetness under his touch nor a hole in his flesh. The murmur of weak voices grew, and he listened to the words calling the scariest nightmares to life.

"Where is Y/N?" John screamed, unsure if everybody had heard him.

Questions escaped the throats, coalesced, but John's voice cut through the tumult like a sharpened double-edged blade, silenced the voices dripping with fear and the dooming thunder echoing across the hills, meadows, and fields. Thomas advanced. He focused his gaze over his shoulder on Arthur standing close to the sofa and then looked at Polly and then at John breathing heavily, panting, trying to fill his lungs with air. His legs grew weak, stumbled, nearly fell like a wounded soldier on the field of desolation.

Guilt dripped from his lips and Thomas swallowed again, but the foul taste, rotten flesh, dark as cinders in the depths of an undisturbed lake in the midst of a dark forest shunned by animals, forbid him to form a clear thought.

The slow rhythmical ticking of the wooden clock grew louder, but it felt as if not a single second had passed, felt as if the earth had stopped moving, but the branches crooked as the teeth of a beast swayed back and forth in the crispy wind knocked like an unwanted visitor on the windows.

A stabbing sensation forced Thomas to halt, and he realised what he had done. It is my fault, Thomas thought to himself. The siblings waited for instructions, deaf to the words John spoke, told them to go outside and search the streets for the missing woman, knowing they wasted precious time. John faced his brother. His voice turned hoarse, but the man he yelled at was speechless, didn't know what to say nor what to do.

Thomas gulped. A veil flew through the air and greyed the house. Thomas closed his eyes. The veil settled on his body and enveloped him like the stormy sea crossing the borders of the sandy shore. Walls of defence crumbled. The ocean was calling him by his name. Thomas could not breathe. The water was rising. In fear, Thomas tried to open his eyes, but he couldn’t, couldn't escape the terrible thoughts he tried to flee like a child. The velvet curtains dropped and the worst scenarios played out in his mind, a theatre, a play written by a man with a twisted mind, unpoetic and bloodcurdling. The ocean swallowed him, dragged the Shelby into the deepest of depths, but Thomas did not fight, did not struggle and let it happen.

Suddenly he opened his eyes and saw his wife dressed in white. The waves destroyed her tightly fitted curls. The gentle smile, loving and caring painted her kind face. The sight pained his soul. Desperately Thomas called her by her name but saltiness filled his mouth. Fearing to lose her again Thomas reached out with his right hand, wishing to pull his wife, his love into an embrace and let her know how sorry he was, that it was his fault, that he was supposed to protect her, but she fizzled out. Crimson coloured the water. Lights twinkled. Thomas called her by her name, but the waves carried his love away. The water cleared and he wished to close his eyes. He saw her, beaten and dead at the end of a dark alley surrounded by rats and rubbish, locked in a house in a remote area, in a nasty room guarded by starving men craving the closeness of a woman. His eyes shot open, escaped the prison of his mind

"John who was at the door? How do you know?" Thomas thundered.

"I don't know, a woman knocked on the door and wanted to know if we are missing someone and when I realised that Y/N is missing I went back but the woman was gone. I couldn't find her. She drove away" John babbled.

Thomas advanced, paced, left his brothers behind and turned on his heels as a cold chill travelled down his spine.

"Arthur, send everyone out, and after drive to the stables. Polly, you remain here in case my wife arrives. John, search the factories and the others the streets." Thomas ordered.

His voice broke, and they asked no questions, ran off, not daring to question Thomas in his anger, to let him know he should remain calm and think where Y/N might be, but the women remained silent and did as they were asked. With quickening steps, Arthur went away, walked in great haste towards the telephone to chase the men out of bed to find the missing woman.

Cursing, Thomas ran his fingers through his tamed hair, and he realised how wet his palms were. He knew hundreds of people who wanted to take revenge on him. Thomas hoped the door would open and she would stand in the glow of the lights, yet he did not know what to do, if he should apologise or tend her wounds.

Eyes settled on him as the stiff wind invaded the house like the enemy. Polly standing in the middle of the chaos clasped her hands in front of her body, breathed a short prayer and walked towards the man threatening to break under the burden. Her heart broke, was convinced she had never seen Thomas like this before, so lost, too close to the breaking point, uncertain of what to do. Polly braced herself, prepared for curses and anger and walked slowly towards Thomas, saw the fear and urgency in the tall man's eyes. In a reassuring gesture, she placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Thomas." Polly started.

Gazes met.

"I'm sure we'll find Y/N/N,” Polly assured and Thomas wished his heart would bear the same hope.

"I should have looked after her. I was the one who was supposed to pick her up, but I forgot. I forgot my wife.” he said.

He laughed bitterly.

“Y/N is my wife, and I have to protect her." Thomas continued in shame.

Delicate lips did not touch. Tears almost crossed the borders. His eyes turned into the ocean, caressed by the rays of the sun, glittering like hundreds of thousands of diamonds. He wanted to be strong, be a man, had never felt like this in a lifetime and he was in danger of losing control of himself and Polly noticed it immediately.

"Thomas, will we find her. Yes, you are her husband, but we should have noticed, we are her family.", "We behaved horribly to her, like a fucking stranger." Thomas hissed, addressing each of them and himself.

"Thomas, if the woman asked John if somebody was missing, it means that Y/N must surely be somewhere in town. We will find her.", "And what if she doesn't want to be found? Let's face it, we haven't been good to her and I can't count the number of times I've heard her crying." Arthur interjected dryly, wouldn't be surprised if Y/N disappeared without a trace to escape the clutches of the family.

A sound broke the silence like a gunshot. Eyes widened. The spark of hope in his heart grew in size. Thomas ran towards the telephone and picked it up, hoping it was someone who had seen his wife.

"I see you have finally noticed that someone is missing. It has taken you almost four hours to realise that your wife is missing Mr Shelby," the words wounded his pride.

He didn't laugh, didn't shout, couldn't swear nor speak, knew his voice would break. Relieved Thomas realised the woman could not be far, probably saw the men searching the streets for his wife. The sting in his heart was painless, realised by the voice that the woman was not interested in money or gold.

"You don't have to worry about Y/N/N, she's fine, I'm taking care of her, that’s what friends are for.", "Where is Y/N?" Thomas inquired boldly.

"If you knew your wife you would know where she is and no, she is not with her great parents who sold her to your fantastic family.” the woman paused. “And before you ask yes, she is hurt but it is nothing compared to the wounds you and your family left on her soul. She is fucking lying," the woman sneered.

He nearly dared to lose his temper. Thomas wanted to scream, to spit and shout, to start a sentence, to let the woman know that he loved Y/N from the depths of his heart but was incapable to show it, that he would never hurt her but he realised he had been the most horrible husband under the rising sun.

I do not deserve Y/N, Thomas thought to himself.

He stayed in silence, sensed the woman had much to say. Balling his hands into fists, he leaned forward and steadied himself with his right hand resting against the wall, feeling the burden increasing on his shoulders.

"Probably Y/N would have died this night. Her arms were blue and purple. They beat her up. She looked terrible, and her plea was that she didn't want to see anyone, not even her husband who had vowed to her, who had sworn before God that he would protect her with his fucking life but you weren't there to guard her, you weren't there to protect her from these bastards.” she hissed like a snake.

Thomas gulped and closed his eyes.

"She cried and Y/N/N didn't shed a tear when she found out that her parents had chosen you as her husband," she breathed.

The world turned dark and remote.

"Y/N wouldn't tell me what happened, but I saw the wounds. I touched her beaten flesh, but she wouldn't expose herself, refused to take her dress off and you and I cannot imagine what happened. Those filthy, dirty bastards dragged her into an alley. They kicked her, ridiculed her, and punched her. There was a lot of blood. I saw it in her eyes, the pain, the fear of being touched.", "Then tell me where she is and I will pick up my wife. I must," he begged.

The woman laughed, could not believe what he was uttering.

"Mr Shelby, you should have been there. You should have protected her." the woman spoke.

The silence was awful.

"Why should I do that, Mr Shelby? Call me a fool. I knocked on your door to tell you that your wife needs you. My intentions were pure and not to fear you or play with your mind. I wanted to help you. And you sickened me when I looked through the window. I wanted to take you to Y/N but the moment I saw you were feasting, fucking celebrating, that you were well and did not notice that one of your family members was missing, I lost the desire to help you, Mr Shelby." the woman spoke.

Thomas did not answer.

"Wait, I have to correct myself. You did not notice that your wife is not by your side, that she is not holding your hand." she stopped, unable to continue.

His lips quivered.

"Y/N is in good hands, Mr Shelby. She feared to face you, expecting you to laugh because she couldn't defend herself, or that you would tell her it was her fault. Those were her words.", "Thank you, thank you for taking care of Y/N/N. May I speak to her?" Thomas breathed, hoping the woman would permit him to talk to his wife.

Thomas Shelby did not pray often, but he wanted to join his hands in a prayerful gesture before his heart and pray to the higher powers. He pressed his lips into a fine line, listening to the silence on the other side, unaware of the questioning stares of his siblings and focussed, praying Y/N would take the speaker.

"One moment, I will check on Y/N and if she is awake, I will inform her that her husband wants to speak with her but I will not force Y/N/N to do anything.", "If she doesn't want to, I understand," Thomas replied.

The clacking of shoes filled his mind. Nervously, his fingers tapped against the wall, trying to busy himself. He uttered a low prayer. A scream made him jump. Thomas shouted and screamed. He hissed. Nails dug deep into the skin. The wood shattered. Crimson dripped. His throat turned raw. He asked questions, screamed from the depths of his soul, needed to know what had happened. Agitation ceased and suddenly silence ruled with an iron fist. A lone tear rolled down his cheek. Wounded, shot clean into the heart, the man collapsed, abandoning the listener.

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wangxianficfinder · 4 months

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1. I have been looking for this fic for WEEKS!! , I read this fic many months ago, so I don't really remember it well. In this Wei Wuxian is kinda like possessed or something, it's like after his 3 months in burial mounds he comes out very changed he has become very emotionless and has become mute as in he neve ever speaks at all, he always obeys his Sect Leader (Jiang Cheng) and has over all just become a machine who listens to what his master say. Jiang Change,Jiang Yanli and Lan Wangji are very concerned and disturbed about his behaviour. There are chapters where Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng try to cheer him up or make him speak something but it never works.And as u can imagine lan Wangji is heartbroken as well

Then i don't remember how exactly but in the end they show Jiang Yanli,Jiang Cheng,Lan Wangji,Nie Huasiang, and an unconscious Wei Wuxian in the burial mounds and it shows that the burial mound spirits had bargained with wei wuxian when he was thrown in and in order to escape from the burial mounds and to protect his family Wei Wuxian had sacrificed his heart to it. But in the end he regains it and he goes back to being normal. And it's an Overall happy ending.

I have been searching through all the tags of ao3 that could possibly be linked to that fic but I just can't find it

Please help me find this soon

FOUND? between the shadow and the soul by Reverie (cl410) (M, 22k, wangxian, JYL/WQ, JC/NHS, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Family, Dark WWX, Feral WWX, Memory Loss, Magic, Magical Realism, Protective LWJ, Protective JC, Protective JYL, Grief, BAMF WWX, POV Alternating, Happy Ending)

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2. Hey! I’m looking for a certain fic. It’s a rogue cultivator wei ying. All I remember is that during a cultivator event, he takes jiang yanli on a sword ride. He leaves a note, but everyone gets worried she is missing. I think there were corpses attacking. Madam Jin accuses him of starting shit, but jiang yanli defends him. Hope someone’s know it, thanks!

FOUND? SanRen by Kyogre (T, 87k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Different First Meeting, Romantic Fluff, Action & Romance, Eventual Happy Ending) chapter 14

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3. hi i was wondering if you know the fic where lwj visits burial mounds but then a-yuan started crying so he said that he’ll stay once he calms down but ofc by the end both him and wwx have confessed their feelings for each other. please help me i have been trying to find it for the past hour. thank you very much!!! <333

FOUND? A Crying Shame by thunderwear (G, 16k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, A-yuan to the rescue, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Sharing a Bed, Domestic Fluff, Love Confessions, First Kissa, LWJ joins WWX at burial mounds, LWJ is soft pass it on, literally all fluff, Marriage Proposal, Oblivious WWX)

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4. Hello. I’m looking for a long fic. It’s wangxian HAPPY ending and after jin zixuan “dies”. The truth is, He’s not dead. Everyone belive he is, but the jin clan got him and put him on the underground. Some time ago, wen qing, who everyone think is dead too, ends up there with him. They stay years on that prison and, besides some jin and meng yao, no one knows. After some time they get out, I don’t remember how, and the fic continues from there. I looked at all my bookmarks and havent found it.

FOUND? You still sound like a song by Moominmammashandbag (M, 64k, wangxian, WIP, Ghost!WWX, Mystery, LWJ plays inquiry, AU from after the Wens came to Lotus Pier, Most people lived, not everybody died, Angst with a Happy Ending, river spirit!WWX, Angst and Feels, description of murder, imminent smut, Execution, bad dog names, Poisons, Discussion of Attempted Murder, BAMF WWX, Family Feels)

FOUND? 🧡 like speaking to my heart by SnowshadowAO3 (T, 613k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Daemons, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canonical Character Death, Some people live!, additional warnings in specific chapters, if you don't know what daemons are that's ok because I explain it in the author's note, also by slow burn I VERY much mean slow burn) That part happens near the end iirc / it might be this one? Chapter 37 is the bit the anon mentions

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5. Hi! (This part added to itmf) cuz I lost the one I’ve read where wwx has a sister who’s paired with xichen and I remember her having a kid with xichen but she died(?) and xichen had to raise their son alone and when she came back she lost her memories. Thank youu!! @gideonmorningstar

FOUND? your smile tells me im safe by TheDoctorDionysus (E, 143k, LXC/Female Reader, WangXian, XuanLi, Reader-Insert, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Canon-Typical Violence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Blood and Injury, Crossdressing, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Suicide Attempt, Explicit Sexual Content, Semi-Public Sex, Blow Jobs, Inappropriate Use of Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon, Hair-pulling, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Marriage Proposal, Married Couple, Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Drunk LWJ, its brief but drunkji is there, Amnesia, Major Character Undeath, Canonical Character Death - WWX)

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6. hi im looking for an omegaji fic that was really beautifully paced and written, published sometime last year i think. it had an inn, really creepy atmosphere and background xiyao. i can’t remember anything else about it and i want to reread it so bad

FOUND? penumbra by globose (E, 21k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Mpreg, YLLZ WWX, Demon/Human Relationships, Supernatural Elements, Omega LWJ)

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7. Hiii!! I am looking for a fic I read a long time ago, so I don't remember most of the details. Sorry about that. What I remember about it clearly is that WWX was never found by Jiang Fengmian or any cultivator. Many years later he becomes a minister/official of some kind for the emperor, who is not related to the cultivation world. Now comes the fuzzy part, so it may or may not be helpful for finding that fic. The emperor knows when the war breaks out and sends WWX to help settle the war, and WWX once again becomes a leading cause for the demise of Wen Sect. And obviously WWX and LWJ fall in love during that time.

Once again thanks for all the hard work you do to keep this fandom well fed. @songtaegguk

FOUND? Copying Scriptures by chiyukimei (E, 31k, wangxian, graphic depictions of violence, Genius WWX, Palace, canon wangxian dynamics, Angst with a Happy Ending, LWJ Bites, LWJ is the baby of the Lan Clan, Good Uncle LQR, WangXian are parents, Fluff, Blood and Injury, Self-Harm)

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8. Hi again! I'm looking for a modern AU where LZ gains friends after wy's death/disappearance.

So wy has a lot of friends, like jc jyl wq wn nhs jzx lqy etc, and by being in a relation w wy, lz also has access to them.

But once wy is gone lz thinks the link between wy's friends and lz is non-existant and starts to spiral from the loss of wy, alone.

But the friends don't let lz go, barge into lz apartment and makes a space for themselves and help lz grieve n move on from the loss of his partner.

Slowly through the years lz feels he also has friends.

Eventually wy does come back and wangxian rekindles their flame. @imstillthinkingaboutithmm

NOT FOUND! Sounds like it could be The transitive property as it applies to love by deliciousblizzardshark, part 2 of the series (T, 10k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LWJ & WQ, LWJ & WN, Modern, Grief/Mourning, Mention of substance abuse, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Autistic LWJ) also as a side note, parts 1 & 2 are open, but part 3 is locked to AO3 users

FOUND? Love Don't Belong To Me by airinshaw (E, 21k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Kissing, Intercrural Sex, Light Angst, Happy Ending, PTSD, Panic Attack, WWX's canonical self-esteem issues, Canonical Child Abuse, not as dark as the tags imply, Past Relationships mention) its not the WWWWXD series, but the focus isn't on LWJ as much as it is on WWX

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9. Hi! I’ve been searching for a fic I read a while back. It was a modern omegaverse AU (also maybe soulmates) with younger omega LWJ and older alpha WWX. They were in university (LWJ in his 1st year and WWX in his last I think). The uni had a research facility studying a/b/o dynamics, or it might have been soulmates? Anyway, Madam Yu was a professor, and she was actually good and liked WWX and was on his side. Lan Qiren was a professor as well, and I think Wen Qing worked at the clinic as a grad student. I remember one scene where Wangxian were in the clinic and they were fooling around and it was their first time, and the staff had to shoo all the doctors and researchers away (I think there was a 2 way mirror). I don’t remember much else but would really appreciate the help—I can’t find it anywhere and it’s driving me to distraction!

FOUND?🔒 I is for Instinct by beeswaxing (E, 71k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha WWX, Omega LWJ, Scenting, Possessive Behavior, Getting Together, First Time, First Kiss, Public Display of Affection, Public Claiming, Omega Verse, Good Parent LQR, Alpha YZY, Good Parent YZY, Family Feels, Fluff, Romance, Aftermath of Violence, Slice of Life, Modern AU, College/University, BAMF WWX, Soft WangXian, Barebacking, Knotting, Semi-Public Sex, Shameless, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mpreg)

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10. hi !! just wanted to let you know that this fic could possibly be deleted, but i hope it isn’t. i vaguely remember this is abo — wwx is an omega and lz is an alpha, wwx is kicked out of gusu for reasons (i think lz had something to do with it), madam yu then trains wwx to be this spy/assassin who is to protect jiang cheng and yanli, during xuanwu wwx pretends to be someone else but lz and nhs find out, wwx fakes his death during/after xuanwu, last chapter is letters from nhs (to madam yu?)

FOUND?🔒Pendulum by ShippersList (M, 69k, WangXian, XiYao, Canon Divergence, A/B/O Dynamics, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Misunderstandings, Canon-Typical Violence, Spies & Secret Agents, Fake Character Death, Slow Burn, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, BAMF WWX, Attempted Sexual Assault, Canonical Character Death, Mutual Pining, Good MY, Introspection, Self-Sacrificing WWX, Love Confessions, Protective LWJ, past child sexual abuse)

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11. hello ! I recently lost track of a wangxian proposal au, like the movie lol. pretty sure it had something like “the proposal au no one asked for” in the summary. Ik that’s not a lot to go on, but I was hoping you could help. tysm!

FOUND? The Grandmaster of Foolproof Proposals by chronicallylethargic (G, 16k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, The Proposal Fusion, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Mutual Pining, The Proposal AU, Fluff and Humor, Fluff and Angst, Fake Marriage, deportation, Green Card Marriage, Miscommunication, Horseback Riding, wwx isnt adopted by the jiangs in this fic)

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12. fic finder request! having no luck looking through my history for a fic, where i only rmb the ending. wangxian are with dafanwen. after giving lwj two flowers (or sth similar) from himself and ayuan, wwx reveals that he is expecting their second child by presenting lwj with a third flower. i can't rmb if ayuan is wangxian's biological child in this fic.

thank you so much for what you do and happy new year!

FOUND!🔒Blooming in white by luckymoonly (T, 38k, WangXian, XuanLi, MianQing, NieLan, ChengSang, Canon Divergence, Mpreg, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending starts from chapter 71, hidden pregnancy, Mutual Pining, Drama, Misunderstandings, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Miscommunication, WWX and NHS are BFF, matchmaker!NHS, Fix-It)

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13. Hi! I’m trying to find a fic and I can’t remember the name. From what I do remember, it focuses on Lan Sizhui as WWX’s son while he was dead, with Jiang Ching repeatedly inviting him over to get to know his Jiang heritage. I don’t think he knows his other parent is WWX? LWJ doesn’t really want him to go but he eventually goes anyway and learns about his dad’s sect. @finmoryo

FOUND? Would You Come Home? by s6115 (Not rated, 46k, WangXian, Junior Quartet Centric, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Junior Quartet Dynamics) this story doesn't feature a lot of actual wwx (tho he very much plays a part) but technically it fits the prompt and it's a great fic

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14. Hey, Can you help me find a fic? In the fic wwx owns an apothecary. Lwj and wwx meet bcz lwj is injured. Wwx is adopted by either the apothecary owner or a doctor who owns an apothecary. Hope you are able to find it for me. @mayavsworld

FOUND? A Heart Made of Jade by makkurokuro93 (E, 66k, WangXian, Historical, Ancient China, Politics, Drama & Romance, Love Triangles, One-Sided LXC/WWX, Slow Burn, Sexual Content, Angst with a Happy Ending, Top WWX/Bottom LWJ, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, of course they switch ssh, Fluff, Eventual Relationships)

FOUND? what builds a home by Stratisphyre (T, 45k, WangXian, MY & WWX, Canon Divergence, Adopted WWX, POV Multiple, warning for JGS behaving exactly as expected, child endangerment, Brother Feels, Minor Character Death) probably isn't "what builds a home" by Stratisphyre but I wanted to mention it in case -- wwx & meng yao are brothers in this fic, meng yao runs an apothecary, and wwx meets lwj (and saves him) b/c lwj is injured

is it a historical/no cultivator clans AU where the Twin Jades are a pair of outlaws a la Robin Hood?

FOUND? Eyes by SplitGirl28 (M, 60k, WIP, WangXian, Adopted by Doctor, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiāngs, Cultivator Apothecary WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, Meet Different, WWX has a secret, Secret BAMF WWX, Pining LWJ, Oblivious WWX, WangXian Get a Happy Ending)

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15. I'm looking for a Xicheng fic that I once read and I cannot find It was a 'smut' fic. Modern day. LXC was the son of the owner of a restaurant in which JC and NHS worked. it's LXC's birthday and he comes to the restaurant to celebrate and he had a 'special service' dinner planned out, but the waitress is not available or something , so NHS asks JC to do it instead and LXC and JC have ***. Turns out this was set up by LXC and NHS coz LXC had a crush on JC! If anyone has an idea please help out !

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16. looking for a fic where wwx makes a bet at the cr that he’ll kiss lxc before the summer is up but he actually ends up w lwj obviously

FOUND? Bet Your Heart by Vamillepudding (G, 14k, wangxian, LXC & WWX, Canon Divergence, Romantic Comedy, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together)

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17. Hello, I’ve been desperately looking for a particular fic but all I really remember is one scene, where after wangxian reunion and justice being served and all (at least I think that bit has already happened by that point of the fic), it turns out that Wen Qing survived after all but had been kept prisoner. I just remember this scene of her in her cell considering her imminent death because her meals have stopped for a some time already (since JGY is no longer around to provide them or something along those lines, but she doesn’t know that) and then she hears a familiar voice outside and she calls desperately despite barely having a voice and despairs for a moment thinking no one noticed but then WWX, who very much did hear her and was wandering around Koi Tower with Lan Zhan for some reason I can’t remember, brings down the entire prison around her and rescues her. I’m fairly certain there must have been a happy ending, because that’s all I ever read. I know it’s not a lot to go on but it’s been driving me insane trying to find it. Thanks for all your wonderful work!

FOUND? Reunion by LtLJ, last part of the series (G, 3k, WWX & WQ, wangxian, WQ & WN, Hurt/Comfort, BAMF WWX, WQ Lives, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Angst with a Happy Ending, YLLZ WWX, BFFs)

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18. Hello I'm translating on Google Translate, so sorry for any mistakes. I'm looking for a fanfic at the time of the siege at the tombs, instead of Jiāng Yànlí, he stood in front of Weiying to protect him and Lan Zhan, who was injured and Weiying thought he killed him, until he handed himself over to the Lan clan.

FOUND? If I Could Go Back in Time by Runningbarefoot (M, 122k, wangxian, JC & JYL & WWX, LXC/NMJ, LXC & LWJ, LXC & WWX, Canon Divergence, Role Reversal, Not Everyone Dies AU, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, Loss, YLLZ WWX, Eventual Happy Ending, The Twin Jade Brotherhood, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Canon-Typical Violence, Character Study, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, Slow Burn)

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19. Hi, I'm looking for a wangxian angst fic I read a while ago? It was a modern au, and I can't remember if they were married or not but it was definitely an established relationship and it was about lan wangji being upset because he thought wei wuxian had moved his mother's urn and wei wuxian ended up apologizing after lan wangji got mad even though he hadn't done anything. The fic had a really nice make up afterward and i want to read it again so bad waaah

FOUND! under my skin by wqngji (M, 3k, WangXian, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Established Relationship, Fights, Crying, Married Couple, Insecure WWX, Self-Worth Issues, Hurt WWX, Sex in a Car, Car Sex, Day At The Beach)

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20. Hi I am looking for a fic in which wei ying wakes up in the burial mounds, which have turned green.

He basically growns flowers and seems to be some kind of deity @pigtruffles

FOUND? the trees welcome with open branches by defractum (nyargles) (nyargles) (T, 13k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Supernatural Elements, Getting Together, Fix-It of Sorts)Wwx turns himself into a forest on the burial mounds. Lwj visits, and they Communicate

Is this a time travel fic? Where he wakes up and sees the wens alive and the burial mounds flourishing with life? And he's so confused because he doesn't know how it happened? But it was because he wished for the wens to have a better life before he died or something? I can't remember the name of that fic but maybe some one else can?

FOUND? 🔒 Of Destruction and Rebirth by demoniqt (M, 88k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, major character death, underage, rape/non-con, graphic depictions of violence, Slow Burn, Canonical Character Death, God WWX, God Verse, BAMF WWX, Grieving LWJ, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Gods & Goddesses, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Rabbits, Fix-It, Attempted Sexual Assault, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Castration, Lots of it, repeatedly, Punishment, Hell) He didnt wake up in burial mound but he is a god and make burial mound green

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

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avocado-writing · 3 months

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we need a rewrite of the tiefling party where tav can actually convince wyll to join the party and have fun please 🥹

notes: love love love writing for Wyll. he's such a sweetie! Implied bard reader but not explicit.

rating: T, but there will be a spicy part 2 coming up!

The party is lively and your head is swimming from the buzz of attention. That, and the small amount of wine you’ve had: not so much as to dull your senses but enough to make you merry. Warmed with Arkhen’s Hoard you take a break from the grateful tieflings and head out towards the familiar babble of the river. The further from camp you go the quieter your surroundings get, and you’re able to breathe a little more easily knowing there aren’t half a dozen children hanging on your every word. It’s lovely to be the centre of attention because you helped them, but a little overwhelming with all those eyes on you.

Of course, that’s not the only reason that you’ve come wandering over this way.

Wyll sits with his legs crossed on the bank, staring at the way the water dances under the moonlight. He seems at peace, the calmest he’s been since Mizora appeared and sprouted those horns for him; shoulders relaxed, tensionless.

“Wondered where you were,” you say, quietly. You don’t want to make him jump after all. It hurts your heart to see the way that his body stiffens when he hears your voice. Ah: there’s the tension again. Nevertheless, he turns to look at you over his shoulder, an easy smile on his lips - but one with a hint of sadness. You’ve studied his face enough in camp in order to know when he’s trying to hide something. It makes your heart ache bitterly that he would try and hide it from you, though.

“Thought I’d be able to sneak away. Should have known you’d be able to find me.”

You take a seat next to him in the grass. It’s a soft spot he’s managed to pick, not wet from its proximity to the river, but green and lush from its plentiful feeding. You lock eyes with him and press a hand to your chest, mock-wounded.

“Wyll! You make me sound like I’m a bloodhound tracking you down, not someone who cares about you checking in.”

He laughs, and you see him begin to lighten again. When he smiles this time, it’s sincere.

“That’s not what I meant. Apologies. Just that I’m not surprised you know me well enough to guess where I’d end up.”

“Down by the river,” you hum, fingers suddenly itching for the feel of a lute’s strings.

“You’re always singing that, you know?”

“I am, it’s a good song. I’ve never once heard you complain about it.”

“I’m not complaining! I never would, I love to hear you sing. Since I joined you on this journey, my life has been filled with so much music. It’s been wonderful.”

You put your hands behind you and lean back on them, allowing your face to become level with his. He looks into your eyes and, this close, you can see his breath hitch a little when your fingers brush together.

“I could be persuaded to do an impromptu performance, but I’d need my favourite person in the front row to give me courage.”

“I’m sure that you don’t need me for that. Courage is the one thing you couldn’t possibly lack.”

“To be my muse, then.”

You know if you lifted your hand and felt his cheek, it’d be warm.

“Please, Wyll,” you continue, softly. “Please come and join us. Everybody wants you there. Me especially, if I’m being selfish.”

“Ah…” you can see he’s warring with himself. On one side of the argument, he longs to indulge you. On the other side…

“I’m not sure. I think people may find me off-putting.”

You furrow your brow.

“You? The single most charming man I’ve ever met?”

Another flash of shyness over his face. You can tell that he enjoys the compliment, but his self-doubt wins out.

“Perhaps I was, before the horns.”

“Oh, Wyll. Do you think anybody up there cares about those? A group of your friends and people you fought tooth and nail to protect? I know for a fact that Karlach wants to challenge you to a drinking game.”

“That seems like more of a reason to hide! I think she’d drink me under one of the tables,” Wyll grimaces, and smiles when you laugh at his silliness. He seems a little more open to the idea, but still not completely sold.

“I don’t know… just… the children…”

“The children who love you and hang on your every word? Umi won’t stop asking me where you are, and someone needs to keep Mol in line…”

“I doubt even the gods themselves can do that.”

When he chuckles you find yourself reaching out to cup his cheek, running your thumb over the sharp ridge that was raised there when Mizora cursed him. His eyes widen and glaze over before sliding closed, nuzzling into the gesture, soul laid bare to the sweetness of your touch.

“Nobody feels unsettled by you. Nobody is afraid of you.”

His lips fall apart, anticipating the way you reach in to kiss him.

It’s a soft kiss. Lips dancing slowly, a waltz, noses bumping together a little, his horns grazing your hairline. Your heart soars at it.

When it’s over you sit there and breathe together. Sharing the same air, letting your blood thrum through you in an intertwined heartbeat.

“Will you come and join us? Will you come and dance with me?” you ask.

Wyll loses the argument with himself.

“Yes.”

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madwomansapologist · 3 months

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i love everybody because i love you

Meet Kind!Druid!Tav | More Weirdos | AO3

synopsis: It doesn't matter what their first impressions of you were, they certainly did not expect you to be so important in their lifes. And as the days passes, each one of your companions need to understand a simple fact: they love you. They all love you.

warnings: a sequel to that (you don't need to read if you don't want to). song "strawberry blond". companions (lae'zel, halsin) x druid!tav. background cast (alfira, mirkon, scratch, owlbear, shadowheart, astarion, wyll, mizora, karlach, minthara). lae'zel love language is pressing a dagger against your throat. i accidentaly made her somewhat a stalker?? there is a high chance minthara doesn't sound like her because i killed her like two onversations in. if you discover which animated character is my biggest inspiration for this tav i will give you a reward.

In a harsh world, people are supossed to shield themselfs from even the possibility of danger. Is the only rational response to the ambiguity of chaos. What those who crave to survive must learn, what those who deserve to survive must do.

You get stronger, so you won't feel pain. Because to feel pain is to remind your soul that one day your body will perish. To get stronger is to forget about the eventual end. Is to get protected from death itself, even if as just a concept.

When not even death can catch you, you're free. When you have nothing to love, nothing to care about, you are free. That's real strength. To be invulnerable. To have nothing to lose, no one close enough to ever hurt you.

Lae'zel lost the count on how many times you bleed. How many times you fell. Burned, drowned, exhausted in pain. Arrows crossed your chest, swords cut your legs, calloused hands stopped you from breathing.

You're somewhat good at hiding it. How much things can hurt you. When someone disrespect one of your companions, when people blame you for their fates, when you did everything you could and it wasn't enough. It hurts you in a different, worst way. She can see it on your face.

Maybe you could've earned a good end, if the world worked in a different way. A peaceful life, one fit for those who don't aspire greatness. But Lae'zel knew it was only a matter of time until the tadpole took control. She felt it on herself. Saw it on you.

No one would save her, no one would save any of you, but perhaps Lae'zel could. It was an merciful act. To end you first. You failed as a leader, but you tried. Then she'll go to the others, knowing she's brave enough to kill herself after.

She thought you had surrendered yourself to her. That you had come to the same conclusion. A wise druid, after all. Then Lae'zel felt. The cold thread against the base of her neck. A dagger she didn't saw coming.

"Step back," you ordered, voice unaffected. Lae'zel never heard you like that before. She had a dagger against your throat, but you spoke as if you rule the entire world.

"Chk, you think that tiny blade of yours will stop me from free..."

"What I think doesn't matter, but what I know does." Your eyes burned her skin. "You're stronger, I'm faster. I propose you a bet. If you kill me, go on with your plan. If I kill you, that's it. I won't kill them. I won't kill myself. Even if I can, even if I must. You would've died for nothing, forever ignorant if it was the right thing to do."

Lae'zel saw you barefoot at the Emerald Grove, applauding Alfira as she sang. Crossing the river by jumping from stone to stone, talking to Mirkon as if he wasn't a kid but a dear friend. How many times did Lae'zel found a bed shaped of you on the grass right next to where Scratch and Owlbear slept?

A sacreed deer, whose even blood is ever so sweet, howled like an wolf.

Would you turn into a mindflayer out of... stubbornness? Would you let the rest of your beloved party turn into something utterly disgusting, putting in danger all those people you swore to protect, just to prove a point?

Maybe you would. Maybe you wouldn't.

No one died that night.

You intrigued Lae'zel. Before you were her supposedly defenseless prey, and now you are the object of her curiosity. Lae'zel didn't understand you. And she craved to.

So she kept a close eye on you.

You bleed. All the fucking time. You bleed, and you wept. But everytime someone crushed you down, you rose up. For every tear that fall from your eyes, you made sure to smile. You survive, and you keep on doing it.

Strength and weakness merged in the warrior's mind. She knew what strength is, she can smell weakness from afar. Lae'zel was taught everything she was supossed to know.

But you were never the one to fit in old impervious notions.

Lae'zel saw you end a hyena's suffering without flinching, and you trying to hold on the wind when you were about to fall. She heard you helping a bird decorate its nest, and the breaking of a skull of someone brave enough to maim Shadowheart when she was near you.

You yelled at Astarion as he tried to stop you from helping gnomes. Helped Wyll with herbs for his pain after Mizora's trick. Helped Gale with dinner, putting a smile to the usually frowed wizard's face. Gave Karlach her first hug in years.

She saw your every movement. Lae'zel heard you laughing, saw you dancing, watched as you helped your new friends. Sometimes it felt as if you made white lines so she could follow you. So Lae'zel could see you being good, nice, decent. Being you in a way that showed her that no, you would've never let your companions turn into mindflayers. You were bluffing, and she fell for it.

At some point, it started to ache. Anytime you laugh at some tiefling's story, something inside Lae'zel burned. At night, she could picture your smile on her eyelids. When you call her name during battle, yelling instructions that somewhat always end in victory. When you look at her.

She can still see that fire. That same flame that stopped her from killing you right then and there. But diluted, controlled. And still, just as able of burning her entire soul. You have a fire contained within your gaze, and Lae'zel doesn't mind getting burned.

Maybe you're not that weak. And maybe she's not that strong.

She's not watching you anymore. Observing your every move so she can understand your mind. Not a prey, not a walking question mark. Lae'zel is purelly admiring.

For some, you came as a tempest. Slowly, without announce your intentions, your way of being embraced them.

A few flinched, scared of what that meant about them. That by admitting you're good despite it all means they could be good too. Some welcomed it, scared of what that meant about the world. If you're good despite everything that happened, then others could be too. Others chose not to.

But you stroke Halsin as a thunderstorm, just as quickly and fiercly. In such a dark time, you were a lighthouse. A shining light that blind at first, but embraces and comforts.

The grove was in danger, his life could end at any given moment, a goblin camp separated him from the world he worked so hard to protect. But your party helped him, and it gave Halsin the right amount of hope.

You asked him to stay behind, and he did so. Halsin wouldn't be able to control himself, and you didn't need all that attention. He was hopeful, not an idiot. But when Halsin heard screams from the room beside... Knowing that Minthara was there, Halsin couldn't help himself.

A wizard focused on the goblins. As he held them in place, a cleric made sure to end them. But at the other side of the room, the only other druid he saw in weeks had a dagger deep on her chest.

Minthara had you on your knees, her nails digging on the skin of your chin. A burning tiefling didn't knew a way to react that wouldn't end within that same blade slicing your throat. She waited for an order, an instruction of any kind, and Minthara realized that you were leading the rebels.

"Is that your leader?" Minthara looked at the tiefling. Her eyes were numb, bored even, but her grin was sharp. She forced to blade deeper. "A weak druid, barely able of helding a sword? Are you that desperate?"

You should've cried. You should've beg for mercy. You should've do anything, instead of laughing. Minthara glared at you, sure that you were reduced to a crazy, desperate animal. But when you bit her hand, blood staining your chin, you were more of a beast.

Minthara stumbled, and you pulled the blade she left on your shoulder. Blood ran down your side, but that didn't stopped you from rising up. Halsin don't think anything would've.

"Maybe you're right," you hissed. With her dagger on your left hand, you took your sword from the ground. "I'm not a fighter. I wasn't educate to control the Weave. I can't heal a thing. When I can't do something, I find someone that can. Without their help, I would be dead by now."

Halsin came here to act. To help, protect, kill. But all he could do, just like everyone else in that room, was to watch you. To look at your beaming smile, to see the blood on your teath, not even trying not to get blind by it.

"Why would anyone follow someone that professes to be so weak?" She looked at the wizard, a dead goblin at his feet, her brain thinking of all the ways she could defeat your party. "What can you do that give you the right to rule them?"

Your smile seemed to grow wider. "I can beat the shit out of you."

And beat the shit out of Minthara you did.

With a first impression like that, ain't no mistery why Halsin couldn't do anything but to stay with your party. But to go on with you, deafeting the Shadowcurse and exploring Baldur's Gate. But to see you shine, feel your warmth, and let it pull a string on his heart.

At the end, it didn't matter how it started. It didn't matter how much they fought the thought back. If they lied to themselfs, made you a villain on their minds, welcomed you with open arms.

You have their hearts. Simply as it can be. You have their hearts.

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ramayantika · 11 months

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Krishna (mystery academia)

I was inspired from that old Vishnu post and that Delhi vala post so here we go. No idea how this will turn up though par dekhte hain.

No, it can't be a dream. You have pinched yourself twice, and your sister has been calling your name out from the past five minutes, but you can't help yourself. Your eyes are transfixed at that giant grey cloud hovering majestically in the sky. A face is etched on the cloud. He looks enchanting.

Your books have fallen on the floor. A mysterious flute tune rings in your ear. You haven't heard it anywhere recently, but the melodious tune starts to grow too loud. Look carefully, who is the girl in a pink saree, her golden bangles blind your vision and you hear a boy's sweet laughter before your legs give out.

It's Janmashtami night. The clock struck 12 and kids from your society broke the pot. They jump around in getting some money from the dahi handi while the adults clap and call their kids to come home. Everybody chants jai shri krishna and bows down folding their hands. You too close your eyes. Once you raise your head to look at the Krishna murti, your eyes see a person standing behind the murti, twirling a flute with his nimble fingers. Someone snaps their fingers beside your ear. The figure vanishes.

'yada yada hi dharmasya glanir bhavati bharata abhyutthanam adharmasya tadatmanam srijamyaham' Goosebumps rise on your skin and a divine vision graces your being. The sun and the stars collide, but everybody keeps breathing. The sound of a conch fills your mind and you see someone larger than any human, than any other organism on earth stand in a battlefield. He looks fierce once and then in a blink turns as calm as a river.

'paritranaya sadhunam vinashayacha dushkritam dharma sansthapanarthaya sambhavami yuge yuge' Tears flood down your eyes as you wake up from yet another dream of this all pervading misery encircling the world that has given itself to crimes and murders, forgetting that the quest for lust, greed, pride and ruthless power has gone in vain. Once again you stand on a battlefield witnessing hundreds and thousand of mighty warriors flanked by their elephants and horses. On your side stands one man. Just one man -- wielding a chakra and a large mace. He charges off at every soldier. In seconds bodies pile up on the battlefield and a guttural cry pierces your ears. The lone warrior clutches every fallen body and weeps.

The sweet smelling fragrant chandan makes you smile. The old temple priest, a gentle soul patiently applies tilak to all the devotees. After ten people comes your turn to apply the tilak. The priest's eyes brighten as if he has known you since long. You don't know him. This Krishna temple is far away from your home. The priest looks back at the beautifully decorated Krishna murti and smiles. You blink and turn your eyes to a pillar beside the garbhagriha. There stands a boy too gorgeous to be real, a form so enchanting that it etches itself on your eyes. You feel your heart thumping as the fragrant chandan clouds your senses. You are about to fall, but that lovely looking boy catches you in his arms. Flowers fall on your head and a sweet voice whispers, "Will you finally come back, sakhi?"

The night sky is full of stars tonight which is highly unusual for this busy city. Two stars gleam the brightest. You try to figure which constellation they belong too until hundreds of stars come together forming an image of a peacock feather.

At Prem Mandir in Vrindavan, you eagerly watch all the moving sculptures showing different pastimes of Krishna. Somewhere nearby, a group of ladies are singing Meerabai's songs. Your feet tap on their own accord and you feel yourself sway. When did you raise your arms to the sky and twirl? Nobody knows. Your family watches you laugh and dance in the temple. You look at no one but Krishna. The handsome boy from the temple is back again wearing bright yellow clothes -- not too hard to miss. A rough shake on your shoulders makes you open your eyes. The devotees in the temple are staring at you, but you blush in awareness of a certain dark one looking at you.

You sit gazing at the cool waters of Yamuna, the river which played an important role in Krishna's life. She saw his arrival into Gokul and his departure to Mathura. The texts and the old say that she later accompanied him as his wife to Dwaraka. You bow your head at her and dip your feet into the water. Nobody is at the ghat, it's all quiet and peaceful. Yamuna cools your body and a sense of calmness pervades your mind. You feel yourself slipping somewhere. The river like a gentle mother's touch touches your skin. "Do not fear, friend."

The car is about to cross the borders of Vrindavana. You feel your heart cry for an unknown separation. All these nights, you heard female voices whispering, "do not leave." At dawn you woke up with the sounds of a flute and sometimes your evenings were blessed with a boy gracing your hotel's terrace at sunset. He carried a peacock feather with him. You never shared a word with him nor did he with you. The steep silence yet felt comfortable.

Should I stay? Should I go? Should I call that boy and say goodbye, but how do I find him? What is this feeling in my heart? I feel it break into pieces. The driver caught your eye in the mirror and you hear a screeching break, The small flute replica hits the backside of the mirror and there you see a divine view once again.

Surrounded by cows, his feet crossed, he stands with a flute donning yellow garbs. You see the sun and the moon in his eyes. The universe gleams in his limbs. He appears magnificent. The divine sound of the conch rings again and you fall at his feet. 'I am all yours, Shyam.'

'Glad to have you back finally sakhi...' Red palms touch your forehead and the figure in front shines with bright white light like a halo around him. A lotus flower is placed on the last page of your book over Krishna's photo. The afternoon sky is now grey and far away you see a dark cloud emerging towards you.

"It shall start again, isn't it?"

Tagging the sakhis: @sanskari-kanya @shut-up-rabert @krishna-sahacharini @ketchup-jar-ka @arachneofthoughts @jessbeinme15 @ma-douce-souffrance @tumhari-bhairavi @manwalaage @inexhaustible-sources-of-magic @reallythoughtfulwizard @bambioleo @morally-gayy @krishna-priyatama @kaal-naagin

#krishna #mystery academia #krishnablr #hindublr #desiblr #indian gods #desi aesthetic #samridhi writes

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polyamorousmood · 1 year

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do you know of any polyam love songs?

BOY, DO I!

The list is not as long as I'd like but I literally keep a spreadsheet of polyam songs 🎵

Top picks for love songs are probably, in order, Can't Help but Fly, You and Your Friend, and In the Middle.

I'm always looking for more so if anyone who knows any others PLEASE add them, I'm literally begging 😭

Plaintext song list (sans ratings, so don't judge) below the cut

In The Middle by Dodie

The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience

Mambo No 5 by Lou Bega

3 by Britney Spears

Someone New by Hozier

Do Ya Thang by Rihanna

My Girl Got a Girlfriend by Ray Lavender

Felices Los 4 by Maluma

Kinky by Ke$ha

No I in Threesome by Interpol

Save the Last Dance for Me by The Drifters

Let Me Love You byGeri Halliwell

Five Moms and Three Dads by Tom Hunter

Perils of Poly by Gaia Consort

Polyamory Song by David Rovics

Can't Help But Fly by Climbing PoeTree

Cyrus in the Moonlight by Cyndi Lauper

Triad by Jefferson Airplane

You and Your Friend by Snake River Conspiracy

Why Does it Have to be (Wrong or Right) by Restless Heart

Just Be Good to Me by The S.O.S. Band

Follow Me by Uncle Kracker

Everybody's Girl by Jinkx Monsoon

Polyamorous by Breaking Benjamin

#poly music #music #polyam music #normalize polyamory #poly media #ask box is always open #poly playlist #playlists #poly songs

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sadnightforus · 6 months

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[2:20 PM] It’s 5:32 pm, or at least, the time that you last checked to be. You both are standing by the riverside, listening to music as you’re sharing an AirPod on each side of the ear.

If you’re asking yourself why you find yourself at this exact moment, it’s because you and him are the best of friends. But everybody and their families seem to be completely convinced that you and Hong Seunghan have something going on.

They’re not wrong for speculating about it. You are convinced that you both feel something for each other, but however, neither you or him are able to bring up the secret feelings for each other without ruining the good friendship you both shared. Worse, what if he doesn’t like you back and everything he has done for you was just coming from a place of genuine kindness that views you in nothing but in a friend way?

“This song’s good.” He comments. You nod along because it’s your first time hearing it and the drums already catch your attention.

Truthfully, you’d argue that the song is better than just being good, no, it’s a masterpiece. The Melodies evoke a steady emotion, the one that makes you explode with happiness when you’re thinking about him.

“Is it your first time hearing this song too?” He questions, seeing how quiet you are when you’re trying to observe something.

“Yes. I like it.” You say, trying to avoid direct eye contact with him because you know that you’ll lose yourself to him if you dare losing yourself into the gigantic world that shines so brightly in his gaze.

You observe his beautiful face and you think about how odd it is that if you tell your younger self that you’ll grow up to like your male best friend, you’d laugh at yourself while also coaching on why falling for your best friend is not an ideal situation and would most likely cause heartbreak. But you’ve never been good with following the rules, all that you know is that you like to follow your heart.

Then you turn to look at the river, then at the bridge where lines of cars keep driving past the both of you. The soft rhythm of the wind blows discoordinate his hair just a bit and you almost lose your breathe at how magical he looks at this very moment as you both share an AirPod.

“The static and the noise,

You got my attention

You make me wanna….

Live like it’s the last moon rising

Scream just like no one’s there

Lose all of my defenses

Hold you, touch you, love you like it’s

A very last moment in time.”

You’re stunned.

What was that?

You turn to look at him, eyes wide in confusion as his face mirrors yours, but his expression was more panicked and anxious if anything else.

“Did you pick that song on purpose?” You question, find yourself troubled when confronted with such a situation.

Although you wish that it’s not just a pure coincidence that the song includes such lyrics, you still think it’s almost impossible that he’d reciprocate your affection and it’s not just a one sided longing coming from you.

“Would it be a lie if I said no?” He speaks slowly, his eyes now hold so much hope and love behind it.

It clears all of your doubts from earlier, as how serious he needs your love, just as much as you need his. You proceed with the next question, not daring to speak as loud as you once were.

“Do you mean what you said?”

“Yes, I do.” He answers more clearly, remaining in eye contact. Which almost makes you more self conscious and you wonder how blind you had been to sweep off his sweet actions as just things that friends do.

“For how long have you been feeling like that?”

“It’s been 6 years now, I think.”

He likes you for that long?

It’s unbelievable that he takes an interest in you as a person, romantically for a long time. You only stopped denying your feelings for him just 2 years ago and you spent years denying and self-rejecting from the growing feelings for him for how long, ever since you both became friends 8 years ago. But all those times that you were trying to stop yourself from looking at him in more than just a friendly way, he was pining after you?

Your head spins and you feel like you’re suddenly so dizzy. You’re about to cry and you want to ground yourself the high you’ve experienced.

“You like me too, right? Please tell me that I’m not reading the signs wrong.” He whispers out so quietly, you almost didn’t catch it if not for the closeness you both share.

“You’re not.” You shake your head in disagreement. He takes a big breath, you can sense he’s anxious as the next word escapes his lips.

“I love you, Y/N.” And you look up as you’re smiling, letting the tears fall from happiness as you copy his words.

“I love you too, Seunghan.”

You let your tears slip as you bury your face into his chest. The music is long forgotten even though it’s still playing in your ear.

As the sun begins to set, the music still hums in both of you guys’ ears without both of you wanting to pause it. The beautiful scenery is there to cheer you onto the next step you’re taking with him.

And in that moment, there is nothing that reflects his eyes or yours brighter than the love and affection that each of you burn yourself with for each other.

COPYRIGHTED BY SADNIGHTFORUS, 2023

A/N: A very last moment in time by lindsay lohan inspired this. and omg it’s 954, I’m losing it fr

reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!

#kpop au #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #kpop fluff #riize au #riize fluff #riize drabbles #riize imagines #riize scenarios #riize timestamps #seunghan x reader #seunghan fluff #seunghan fanfic #hong seunghan #hong seunghan fluff #seunghan au

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itzynabi · 29 days

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born to be world tour: seoul

— if you thought a little extreme physical exhaustion was gonna stop her from performing with her members, you were wrong

— but she also rested the entire week except for practices (she only did one music show perf for until spring on mucore)

— she didn’t use as much energy as usual just because her health rn is 👎🏾👎🏾👎🏾 but best assured she is a performer

— mr. vampire is HER song guys, like, the babygirl that she is OMG😩

— and then the little break before the solo stages

— when i tell you this girl was snacking backstage during chaeryeong’s performance (after changing into her outfit ofc)

— granted her snacks were to ensure she’d have enough energy, but miss girl was swinging her feet and twirling her hair as she ate her snacks

— she’s no fucking angel, she’s no fucking goddess‼️‼️

— nobody thought she was gonna swear but she did

— and the choreo *chef’s kiss*

— then back to backstage to change and rest some more

— she almost took a power nap, but all her naps turn into 4 hours of unconsciousness

— listen she’s a dynamite truther so you know she slayed during that performance

— and she’s also a not shy girlie so… the dance was dancing

— time for ments

— nabi: honestly, the number one song i was looking forward to performing was icy. i was looking forward to performing it, but it isn’t on the tracklist 😔 it breaks my heart, but at least not shy is here 😕

— during the more freestyle stages (no choreo just fun) the members checked on nabi’s condition

— at some point ryujin pulled her to sit down together and just vibe

— during the encore stage, her and yuna swapped mics so they could hear each other in their in-ears

— and it was chaos😭😭😭

— nabi’s voice is naturally a bit loud so yuna was suffering (one reblog is one prayer for yuna 🙏🏾)

— day 2 let’s go!

— since it was the second day she was better at controlling her energy

— you can say many things about nabi, but you cant say she isnt a performer

— bcs how the hell did she turn born to be into a babygirl anthem 😭😭

— the transition from the other members being girl crush personified to her smiling so big and being so cute gave everybody whiplash

— but then she started being on her hot girl shit immediately after

— and second day of no angels and no goddesses

— dynamite was made for her

— perfect balance between girl crush and cutie girl galore

— and psychic lover her beloved

— nabi singing love is to yeji with the biggest smile the world has ever seen

— ment time lets go!!!

— “the members are very… i’m very grateful to have them in my life. i hope we stay together for a long time and continue to love each other the way we do now. thank you for allowing me to be in your lives and to cry with you, laugh with you, sing with you… thank you for everything. crazy things are going to happen this year, but all six of us will get through it together”

— and she started tearing up as she was speaking🥺🥺 but she couldn’t handle the attention so “that’s all i have to say, stop looking at me”

— then she made eye contact with lia in the crowd and started crying

— nabi: and you havent *sobs* even been *sobs* to *sobs* my apartment yet *sobs*

— then it turned into yuna and nabi hugging each other while crying

— yuna: unnie *sobs* said if lia unnie doesn’t *sobs* like her *sobs* apartment *sobs* then she’ll move out

— then you’ve got ryujin “but when we sent jisu unnie the photos, she said it was cute”

— nabi: THAT DOESN’T MEAN SHE LIKED IT *sobs*

— it was just crying and crying

— yeji, ryujin, and chaeryeong trying to get the oldest and youngest to stop crying

— chaeryeong: unnie, your parents are telling you to wipe your tears and stop crying

— “my parents are here😭😭? do you WaNt Me To CrY a RiVeR??”

— somebody please get this girl tissues bcs it was getting ugly atp😭😭😭

— and midzys are watching all of this happen mind you

— tuna crying and holding onto each other went viral and you know it!

— but then they both calmed down

— nabi: i need to take a nap

— and lets go home everybody!

tagging: @seolboba // @ateezivy // @ateezjuliet // @cafemilk-tea // @smh-anon // @alixnsuperstxr // @cosmicwintr // @girlzwfun // @txt-yaomi // @moongrlz // @novwonia

©️ kim nabi

#ficnetfairy #itzy 6th member #itzy sixth member #itzy oc #itzy addition #itzy added member #itzy extra member #itzy member au #itzy imagines #kpop oc #kpop addition #kpop added member #kpop extra member #kpop imagines #kpop au #nabi :: btbwt

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hellish-hyperfixation · 1 year

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hheleleoll!! i wanna request a changbin x male reader fluff where changbin has a crush on the reader!! myb changbin gets a little clingy w the reader too,,, have a nice day <333

safe haven | seo changbin x male reader

Changbin struggled with his lack of privacy in public as an idol, and asked Chan in desperation. He received a new friend, and more.

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reblogs and comments are always appreciated^^

a/n: hey:) i normally dont take this long to get a fic out, but lifes been kicking me in the ass. it's not my best work, but hope you still enjoy!

It wasn’t often that Changbin was able to escape the idol lifestyle. Everybody assumes that it’s a blast, that he pumps out songs like it's nothing, and that every interview and performance is always a joy — but there are downsides to any job. Being an idol was no exception.

For Changbin, the worst downside was the lack of privacy. He felt like he couldn’t go anywhere other than the dorm, the studio, or the company without being watched, interviewed, approached, or photographed. Every time he was at a restaurant for a quick bite, or walking along the Han river for some fresh air, he would end up stopped by a fan who wanted his signature, or journalists looking for a new scoop, which ruined his illusion of being a normal person who’s able to enjoy normal things, normally. As much as he loved his fans and his job, he hated it.

He wanted a safe place where he could be himself, without worrying about the side effects of fame catching up to him like the immortal snail that’s a million times faster and more persistent.

Changbin thought he’d never find it. He’d gone to practically every restaurant, cafe, and library that he could find tucked away in a corner. All of them had a fan, a person who recognized him, a journalist, or sometimes even his coworkers who knew he wasn’t supposed to be wandering around. He was just about to give up. Resign to the inescapable consumption of his privacy.

He thanks every god in existence and non-existence that he didn’t.

________

“A flower shop?”

Changbin went to Chan with his problem in the middle of production when they were both stuck, hoping for some advice or at least for someone to listen, and received the former.

“Yeah, behind that cafe next to the gym. I go there sometimes to grab flowers for my parents when they visit, and the florist is great. He knows about…” he trails off and gestures vaguely to their surroundings, “but treats me like a close friend instead of a celebrity” he finished with a wide grin.

After a moment of silence and thought, Changbin came to a conclusion.

“We’re done for the day, yeah?” He didn’t bother waiting for Chan’s response as he started packing up his stuff, and Chan simply snorted at his eagerness.

“Tell him I said hi.” Chan tossed his hand in the air as a half-assed wave while Changbin nodded, already halfway out the door.

________

It was a fairly slow day, unsurprising as it wasn’t a particularly busy season, so you were taking it easy in the flower shop by reorganizing some out of place pots and cleaning up in little nooks and crannies you usually had no time for. You were even considering closing up early, as nobody had stopped by for a few hours, when the quiet jingle of your front door opening resonated throughout the small area.

“One moment, please!” You called out to the visitor and got up from your cleaning spot on the floor, dusting the soil off the front of your apron, before making your way to the visitor.

“Hey, welcome in! Looking for anything in particular?” You started your usual spiel, when you noticed exactly who it was in your shop.

Seo Changbin.

You didn’t show any signs of recognition and treated him as you would any other customer. You’d heard enough times from Chan to know that any special treatment was rarely welcome for celebrities, after all.

“H-hi, um–hello! No, there’s nothing, really. I’m just, uh… Just browsing.”

How eloquent.

Changbin mentally slapped himself at the stumble, but in his defense, he hadn’t expected to be caught so off guard by how cute you were. The dirt on your face and stray roots in your hair, the apron with your shop’s (also adorable) logo on the front, and even the little nametag with a chibi version of yourself next to it — oh what a gorgeous name it was.

More importantly, though, you seemed friendly. Not obsessed, nor faking in order to pry information out of him, but genuinely friendly. The rapper could cry at how wonderful it felt.

Maybe he was exaggerating a little, but the quaint little shop felt straight out of a fairy tale, and he couldn’t help but blow the goodness of it a bit out of proportion.

“Alright, then! Let me know if you need anything, I’ll be just over here.” You resumed your work, although you opted for cleaning a few shelves rather than the floor, just to maintain your image. Changbin nodded in response and stood in the middle of your shop, rather dumbly, realizing he didn’t have a particular reason to be in a flower shop of all places.

He looked around and spotted a section for small household plants.

I guess we could do with some greenery in the dorm.

He knew it was a flimsy excuse, but he took it and made his way over to the plants, pretending he knew what he was looking for. It took longer than it should’ve to pick one out, as his eyes were often occupied with observing you humming to yourself while dusting off the shelves. Some of the tunes sounded suspiciously similar to the ones he’d heard hundreds of times in his studio, and he found it endearing.

He thought he was being rather discreet about his observations. Unfortunately for him, he was anything but. You felt a gaze on you and looked up at the rapper, only to be met with his eyes already on you more than once. His most common reaction was to look away guiltily with a newfound flush on his cheeks and ears. Sometimes, he’d try to play it off by looking at signs above your head or flowers on the shelf you were cleaning.

It was cute.

The next time you looked up, it was to Changbin inching his way towards the counter with a plant in his hands. You took that as your cue to make your way to the counter as well.

“A heartleaf philodendron, huh?” You commented on the plant in his hands, ringing him up.

“Sorry?” He responded, once again rather dumbly, making you chuckle.

“This lil guy,” you pat one of the leaves, “is called a heartleaf philodendron. Fun fact, they represent love of nature and growth in some folklore.”

“I totally knew that! Because I picked this plant intentionally, because that's why I came here, to buy a heartleaf phil.. um….” he trailed off with a weak embarrassed chuckle, and his shoulders tensed up the slightest bit.

“You didn’t come here to buy something, did you?” You stated more than asked, though not unkindly. His sheepish smile was everything you needed to know the answer.

“Yeah, I don’t know anything about plants. I just came here because Chan told me how cool you were, and I wanted a place to be able to hang out without… well, you know.” He expected you to be mad at him, or at least irritated, but he was mistaken.

“You could’ve just said so! I’m more than fine with you hanging out in the shop, even if you don’t buy anything.” You invited him with a wide grin and a wink, and Changbin visibly relaxed at your words.

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?”

You waved him off.

“I’d enjoy the company. Beats sitting around waiting for customers all day alone.”

Changbin left the store with a new number in his phone, a new plant for the dorm, a new friend, and a new crush.

________

You became a common topic of conversation in the dorm, very quickly. Many rooms in the dorm were slowly filling up with various plants and flowers, and each Stray Kids member’s brains were quickly filling up with information about you that Changbin learned and couldn’t wait to share, or things you did that had Changbin weak in the knees.

Meanwhile, in the shop, Changbin became a commonly found sight at the little desk behind the counter. When he wasn’t on tour, working out, or practicing, he was in the flower shop doing his own work or helping you with yours. It got to the point that, more often than not, he would help you close up and the two of you would talk for hours afterward over drinks (that you went out to buy).

At a certain point, it became undeniably true.

Changbin had a crush on you.

He stayed in denial for a few weeks, brushing off his excitement as simply enjoying having a new friend and place to hang out, but quickly learned that spending time with friends doesn’t typically make his chest ache, hands shake, and mind stay awake during ungodly hours of the night while thinking about them.

He wasn’t sure what to do with his feelings. As much as he was a part of the production of romantic songs, the next moves weren’t as clear as a sweet confession and happily ever after.

This is what brought him to once again go to Chan for help. As little romantic experience as the man had, he was wise, and Changbin trusted in his judgment.

Similarly to the last time Changbin went to Chan for advice, they were in the studio, in the middle of a lyric rut. Unlike last time, Jisung was there too, and both friends were quickly informed of Changbin’s dilemma.

“Have you tried asking him out?” Jisung suggested from his position upside down on the couch, tossing a candy wrapper at the lovesick producer, which Changbin threw back with practiced ease. It hit Jisung’s forehead and he sat upright.

“Yes, and it went so well that we got married and bought a house in the suburbs and– no, of course I didn’t ask him out, why do you think I’m here?” Jisung rolled his eyes at the sarcastic response, and Chan rolled his eyes at the two’s antics.

“In all seriousness, it’s not a bad idea, Bin.”

Changbin’s head nearly fell off with how quickly he turned it to face Chan.

“How is it not a bad idea? What if he hates me? What if he thinks it’s creepy? What if he thinks I was using him and his kindness for my-”

“You know he’d never do that.”

It was as though the entire room fell into a void of silence. Chan’s words cut through Changbin’s seemingly endless stream of self-deprecating thoughts, and it was silent. For the first time since Changbin started debating what to do with his feelings, it was silent.

He felt it deep in his soul: that Chan was right.

You would never judge him.

Chan was soon met with the familiar sight of Changbin leaving the studio in a hurry, and he and Jisung kept working without a word, silently coming to the agreement that they would tease him relentlessly later.

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"Bin!" You called out when you saw the familiar figure slip into your shop. Almost immediately, he was by your side and helping you lift up a flower pot onto a shelf. You didn’t really need it, but you allowed it because he was cute.

It was nearly closing time. The evening sun shone through the large windows of the shop, making the entire room appear to shine various shades of orange and yellow. You shone with it, Changbin thought. He felt breathless looking at you, who smiled at him even though he felt like he did nothing to deserve it. Had he been in one of his cheesier moods, he’d say your smile was brighter than the sun.

“H-hey! Um… I actually wanted to talk to you about something. If you have time, that is.” Changbin managed to spit out while reaching out for your hand, just to fidget with your fingers. It was a habit you, once again, found cute. When you weren’t busy around the shop or tending to customers, you often sat next to him at his desk, and (after some initial awkwardness) he wasn’t shy about touching. The producer often played with your hands, placed his head on your shoulder, or tapped your foot with his. Sometimes, after you guys close up together and have (alcoholic or nonalcoholic) drinks on the little couch in the back, he would place your head on his lap and run his fingers through your hair.

You swung your hand between yours and Changbin’s bodies, making him sway a little with the force as you responded.

“I’ll always have time for you, Bin.”

The two of you quickly closed up, a little earlier than usual, and Changbin tried to ignore the heat gathering at the tips of his ears the entire time.

After you double checked all the locks and the inventory, you plopped down next to Changbin on the little couch with two cans of his favorite drink, nearly crushing his thigh with how closely you sat.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?” You questioned, handing him his drink.

Changbin didn’t respond right away. Rather, he took a moment to do a quick breathing exercise, which worried you. Was it that serious?

He eventually looked back up at your face, and you could see a not-so-subtle blush on his cheeks.

“I… I guess it’s better to just get it out. I really like you.”

He shut his eyes as though he were afraid, then reopened them as though he regretted the decision. His hands were endlessly fiddling with your fingers and the hem of your shirt. He was nervous.

“I-it’s okay if you don’t feel the same. These feelings were just… too much. I wanted to let you know.”

You didn’t know how to respond. Of course you liked him as well, who wouldn’t? But your next words were some of the most important that you’d say in your life, and you didn’t want to mess them up.

Changbin was beginning to mistake the silence as rejection, and you mentally punched yourself for letting the silence stretch out that long.

“W-we can still be friends, right?” He asked hopefully, and you were still on pause.

“Wait–Changbin, I like you too,” you finally got out. The change on his face from utter defeatedness to confusion to blush was almost worth the silence.

“Really?” His face lit up. Like a puppy seeing his owner walk through the door. You could only chuckle at his excitement.

“Then– do you wanna go on a date? With me?"

You just managed a nod before you were pulled into a bone-crushing hug. You couldn’t breathe very well, but humored Changbin and antics. He was too cute to bring his infectious happiness down, after all.

Once he let you go, Changbin cupped your face with his hands, squishing your cheeks together just a little bit. You’re sure your smile was crooked, and you probably didn’t look your best in that moment — covered in dirt and messy hair from having run your hands through it all day — but he didn’t mind. Oh, how could he? This moment is easily contested with his first performance as an official member of Stray Kids as one of the happiest in his life.

After a little more squealing and smiling and hugging and holding, Changbin managed to tear himself off of you to go back to the dorms. It was a little earlier than he usually left, which nearly irritated him, but reminding himself that it was in order to get ready for tomorrow's date was enough to bring back the giddy feelings.

Tomorrow's date.

With you.

He nearly squealed out loud again, but your hand grabbing his stopped him. The sound he made in response to the touch was akin to what a question mark would sound like in webtoons.

"Oh--hey! Is something wr-" his breath left him before he could finish.

You leaned in quicker than he could react and left the softest of kisses on his cheek. It could hardly be considered a kiss — maybe a brush of skin would be a better term — but it was more than enough to get Changbin's face red once more.

"I– that— you— wha–"

"Bye, Binnie~" you nudged him the rest of the way out the door and closed it once he was out, making sure to send a wink his way first.

With all the teasing Changbin received once he went back to the dorm, he should've regretted asking you out, but nothing could've taken away the pure joy he felt at even the mere thought of going on a date with you.

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