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jhuzen · 11 months

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Will there be a part 2 of the "Attention" fic?

infidelity [gn/m.reader]

the answer to that is a solid yes AND a big apology for taking a hundred years to post this. this ask has been in my inbox for freaking months. and it’s mostly because i have been remaking this fic until i got the most satisfying fic LMAO. i’m sorry for taking so long 😭 i hope this is compensation enough. btw this part 2 to this! but honestly, you don’t have to read it lmao.

𖦹 crack taken seriously, hsr mention but this is mostly genshin, this is just a fic of me making fun of cheaters aka you, highly based on that one tweet of the “welcome home, cheater” one, pushing my grand overseer reader agenda like in my early fics teehee <3, sagau, sahsr au

“I should probably go back…”

Jing Yuan begged to differ. The general himself had his reservations about your sudden eagerness to depart. After all, you were a good company — one that amused him to the core and even kept him awake for the better part of the day. You are an interesting being to him after all — much after learning from the exuberant girl from the famed Astral Express suddenly emphasizing your importance when they left you under his supervision.

You, in much simpler words, are adorable in the Luofo general’s eyes. With eagerness and curiosity melding in those gaze of yours that could leave anyone transfixed — wanting and desperate.

You truly live up to the title as the grand overseer across worlds. You were the sole beholder of their sentience, despite the fact that right now, you’re barely aware of your status and your circumstance, it was more than enough for anyone go cherish your presence. How could they not? It was a blessing to see you descend from where you were, behind the great barrier that they all could only stare at when they looked to you for guidance.

Alas, that mattered little, not when you were beside the amused general and his coy smile, fingers raking through your hair; reminiscent of the pattern when he would do the same thing to Mimi when you visited his abode to meet the furry beauty that was his pet.

Quite frankly, you weren’t all too sure if this was something you were used to, being treated like an animal companion, with even the way Jing Yuan’s hand would suddenly roam behind your very human ears, scratching behind out of habit.

The only thing missing was him giving your food to you in a bowl, actually, and you’d be no different than Mimi at that point. Wait. No. You were sure Jing Yuan’s lion also ate out of a golden encrusted plate when you saw his hired caretakers come and feed Mimi.

“Bark for me, won’t you?” The general teased with a purr and it was more than enough for you to pull the plug at your willing compliance.

You removed his hand from your head and only shot him a subtle glare, “That’s a request I can’t honor even if my life depended on it.” You sighed, “I should get going now though, General… I made a promise to help our conductor in sweeping the floors. Apparently Caelus tracked some dirt inside when he decided to lug some trash.”

“Must you really? You’re the grand overseer, no? I believe such a title deserves a limitless freedom in doing whatever it is that they wish,” he coaxed in a suave tone, quick to win anyone over. And honestly, that sounds nice. But you’ve never seen Pom-Pom look so stressed when you saw an unwilling March and Dan Heng drag some trash either wrapped in gold bags or regular black ones inside the express when they came back from Belobog.

You somehow regretted leaving first — but even you had urgent matters to attend to at that moment.

“Ah—!” The lax Jing Yuan jolted at your sudden outburst.

“…Anything troubling you, Grand Overseer?”

“T-Teyvat! I completely forgot…!” Your eyes were blown wide as the panic settled within you. You had promised Nahida you would make it to the Interdarshan championship. She was so excited when she communed with you just days ago, completely elated that even your beloved Wanderer would participate as a representative in a Darshan.

Albeit confused by your sudden squawking, Jing Yuan understood and only watched you pace around while you lamented what sounds to be a rehearsed apology that you will no doubt tell to someone you hold precious.

“How envious, to receive an apology from you even sounds like a great honor.” Jing Yuan teased with a chuckle. “Well then, off you go now. Don’t be away for too long. I rather enjoy our time together.”

“O-Oh, yes, of course… I truly apologize for cutting our time together short. Do give my regards to Fu Xuan and Yanqing if they drop by. I have to go and talk to the crew and also bid my goodbye for now.” You bowed before turning away, briskly walking your way towards the door outside of the general’s office, only to bump into Welt and March.

“Oh! There you are! Ya ready to go shopping?” March held an exuberant energy as she asked, clasping your hand in hers tightly with an excited gleam flashing through her eyes.

Welt, however, was far more observant than March, “Judging from that look in your eyes… you have some affairs you’ve forgotten to tend to, Your Benevolence. Would I be correct in my judgment?”

“It’d be a miracle for you to be wrong at this point,” you laughed amidst your panic. “But yes, unfortunately. March, I hope you don’t mind a little bit of postponement… I have somewhere to be urgently.”

March’s bottom lip stuck out into pleading pout, “But you promised!”

“March, let’s not force them. It is as they say — an urgent affair.” Welt only looked at you with a small nod and an encouraging smile, “Don’t be too worried. I’ll let Himeko and Dan Heng know of your absence. Just be safe.”

“I will definitely come back and visit.” Your smile and reassurance was enough to quell March’s disappointment and Welt’s initial concern. “Please tell Caelus not to track more dirt inside. It’ll only serve to frustrate Pom-Pom further.”

“It’s a useless attempt, but for you, I’ll try,” March winked as she waved to you with Welt.

With a nod to the two of them, you were off to Teyvat — lucky that you have little need for the Star Rail in the first place to travel. Otherwise, it would most certainly take you the entire conceivable time just before you could even come back to one of the many worlds that you oversaw and to a fault, even took care of from afar.

You stepped into the familiar grassy fields of Sumeru’s rainforest, looking up to see that the city isn’t too far off. There was a gentle breeze that blew by, almost like a kiss from a certain archon, but you paid little heed to it. You normally always took your time to appreciate the sights in Teyvat, finding its vast lands and many biomes incredibly fantastical in sight. But even that couldn’t keep you from the fact that you’ve broken several promises that you willingly made to some residents here.

You can only imagine the disappointment in everyone’s faces once you’ve admitted to the fact that… other people may have swept your attention away in the first place — hence your sudden absence.

You owed your first apology to Nahida. She is after all, one of your far more favored archons around, treating her like your own, definitely something that would make Rukkhadevata proud among every other archon out there. And then there’s also a matter of apologizing to your dear Aether, you made another promise to him that you would spend your time with him in Sumeru’s far end by the Realm of Farakhkert to meet the infamous Sorush and the majestic race of the Pari (you once made a claim that Aranara’s are superior, and your endeared traveler was reluctant in protesting to your words it seems).

Now that you thought about it — you were sure you made quite a lot of promises to the residents of Teyvat. A lot of commitments were hammered into your special sanctuary that Aether had built for and with you inside his teapot.

Commitments that you’ve forgotten in favor of space travels with a couple of trailblazers.

Onlookers turned to your direction, completely flabbergasted at your casual appearance. What were you doing in Sumeru city (not that they were ungrateful for your gracious presence) — but it was as if you were solely taking a stroll on your own. Where are your entourage? Was the Acting Grand Sage even informed of your arrival? What about the archons that always accompanied you? Where is Buer?

Best of all, why does your face contort into an expression of what seems to be utter guilt?

You hiked your way to the Sanctuary of Surasthana, refusing any help offered to you by the guards that were courteous enough. You were prepared to face Nahida’s crestfallen look — prepared to start indulging her wishes to make up for the tomfoolery you engaged in. The corners of your mouth trembled as it itched to finally spill out the plethora of apologies that you’ve prepared.

“Oh. So you exist after all.”

Only for your well-rehearsed (by the last minute) apologies to fall apart when the Wanderer’s voice rang from above. You looked up to see him perched on one of the ledges just above the door of Nahida’s residence. He was stationed like a watchful hawk — and he was, constantly on the prowl for anyone suspicious daring to come up to the sanctuary.

Suddenly, a memory of you promising him to go fishing by the coasts of Sumeru had you wincing. And with the way the puppet’s mouth turned up in a smug smirk showed that he was aware of an engagement you swore you’d do with him.

“Ah… I hear you go by Hat guy now?” You tilted your head, giving him a reluctant smile.

“Spare me the meaningless prying. Where have you been?” His eyes narrowed, suspicious and a tad bitter at your absence and incompetence in attending a tiny little leisure that you yourself insisted he join you on. Who the hell even creates plans first and suddenly flakes out? The Wanderer has never felt more betrayed, quite frankly.

You suddenly looked like a guilty spouse that came from a messy affair, with the way you shifted your footing and how you averted your gaze quick. The Wanderer was intolerant of such a behavior however when he finally came down from his little high up spot to face you with no escape. He will summon a void and trap you in it halfway if you so much as make an attempt to escape.

“I’ve been… away…”

“Were you now?” His scrutinizing gaze only served to intimidate you further when he came up close, his nimble fingers tracing against your clothing. “Whose is this?”

And before you, he held a familiar long strand of white hair — possibly acquired when the general of Luofo decided to frolic around with you, coaxing (or coercing, more like) you to give him a much deserved head massage for his hard work (though in truth, he barely did anything that day).

“…A cat.” Technically not a lie. Jing Yuan does exhibit certain behaviors that you can classify as a behavior that a feline has.

“Is it now?” His voice went an octave higher — clearly mocking you if his churlish grin wasn’t enough of a sign about his suspicions of you and your… agendas prior to your unprompted visit in Teyvat.

A terse silence engulfed you and your Wanderer before he flicked away the hair and dragged you inside Nahida’s sanctuary.

“She was disappointed that you were absent the entire Interdarshan event thing. Where in the abyss were you?” The puppet hissed, his grip on your wrist tightening. Somehow you found it far more comforting compared to the times where people would treat you like some fragile object that could break at any second.

What’s not comforting however, were his words. You couldn’t bear the thought of letting Nahida down, and now you’re faced with that very thought becoming a reality that you now have to get through just for the sake of your sanity.

You smiled a little despite seeing the Dendro Archon’s back turned while she minded her own business. There was always something comforting when wasting your hours away inside the sanctuary. Just having to teach Nahida from your old world knowledge about people, and to an extent even teaching the Wanderer with your wisdom that rarely pops out (according to him, with full intent to insult you). It’s not as daring as the time Venti decided to fling you up and catch you or Ei’s insistence on you eating your tenth dango during your walks.

For now however, you had one goal in mind — and that is to make amends with your favored archon and puppet.

Teyvat altogether created an unspoken rule to never ever doubt you — the Grand Overseer. You have a position that transcends even farther than the Primordial One, your eyes that gaze on many universes and worlds. You are the one that took care of the blooming life in each planet that teemed with it, thriving under your guidance.

There was a collective decision among all gods and mortals alike to never doubt your endeavors, much less your love for them. You care a lot about them, and based solely on your constant descent towards their world, it seems as though above all other worlds, you favored them. They were the proof of your benevolence, granting the residents your presence while you walked among them.

Right. That was the case that everyone agreed upon.

However, there was an underlying layer of unease. Heaven forbid may it be doubt; they could never! But perhaps… a tiny bit of uncertainty in the layer of cautiousness as the residents watched you with adoration.

It first started with the wrong names.

When Albedo, Sucrose, and Timaeus wholeheartedly welcomed your help when you visited Dragonspine with Klee. Jean was far too busy with her work and while she wished to, could not have time to bask in your presence after the announcement of your sudden arrival. In turn, you only assured her and relieved her of her added duty in watching over Klee.

Klee was the one to visit big brother Albedo, to surprise him that you were finally back. And you complied. Dragonspine is an extension of Mondstadt, and you had plans to check up on every single resident of the nation.

Suffice to say, you were quickly hooked up in a chair, pulse detectors attached to your temples while you watched Klee doodle away on the floor. For a respected overseer, you certainly were a people pleaser, letting Albedo scan you out of his own volition (Sucrose was fussing the entire time, she didn’t want you to be hurt in the process, after all!).

“Look Grand Overseer! This is you and me and Dodoco!” Your vision was quickly filled with a flurry of bright colors on paper, one that was filled with an abundant amount of red and the other with the colors of your clothing.

“Ah! So it is! Good job, Hook!”

Everyone in silence soon tore themselves away from their work, looking at you with evident confusion.

Klee blinked, tilting her head as she looked just as lost and surprised as the other three researchers in the mountain, “Hook? That’s not how you say Klee…”

Your heart hammered against your ribcage and tried to save it with a cough, “D-Did I now? Ah, my bad… I meant to say was that you… did a great job! It immediately hooked me in!” It was a half-baked excuse — hell, call it a raw excuse even and everyone aside from Klee caught on as the explosive child beamed with pride, just happy that you loved her heartfelt creation.

Albedo eyed you in suspicion before returning to his work.

Then there was your misplaced reminiscence.

In your defense however, Snezhnaya does feel like Belobog. Sometimes… most definitely not because of the fact that both places are constantly subjected in a thick layer of snow.

The Tsaritsa was all but cruel to you. She loved you like any other archon out there and always basked in your presence — even keeping you for herself a week or two longer, leaving the next nation in your rotation of visitation completely restless at your tardiness. However in her gentle kindness was a terrifying beast that laid dormant.

Only then did you catch a glimpse of it on the morning that you and her spent on your appointed room in the palace, both you and the Cryo Archon siting on the balcony while you sipped on a hot beverage, enjoying the mountainous coated in freshly fallen snow.

You sat your cup down and blew on your hands. The Tsaritsa laughed at your actions, pleased that you can truly feel the love she embodied through the cold winds of her icy nation.

“Cold enough for you, Grand Overseer?” She jested with a light tone.

“…Yep…” your teeth lightly chattered. “…T-This place is a lot c-colder than Belobog, I’ll tell you that… B-But not more than Jarilo-VI as a whole…”

All of a sudden, you could feel the creeping coldness from beside you and looked to where the archon sat, her striking eyes looking at you with curiosity… with a smidge of coldness behind them.

“Pardon? Not colder than where?”

Her tone was pressed despite her sweet adoring smile. She took pride in her sovereign kingdom of cryo. It was all for you, to feel the comforting cold after you spent your last stay with Murata in Natlan. This was her giving you love, and suddenly, it wasn’t enough?

The better part of your mind decided to feign ignorance. And you lived to see another day.

And then the sudden secrecy.

By all means, of all people, Zhongli indulged in your stories the most. Whenever you visited Liyue, you were almost always found beside him if Ningguang wasn’t asking for your presence or if you weren’t getting coerced into another drinking competition with Beidou and her crew. And in this case, you were preoccupied with a little something while you accompanied Zhongli in his usual spot.

He listened earnestly to the storyteller while you busied yourself writing a little something on a parchment you had acquired from the Wangsheng parlor when you fetched Zhongli for his break.

And ever so slightly, he’d find himself glancing at your hunched over form, while you stewed in your little activity. He didn’t particularly mind the lack of conversation from you. Having you beside him was more than enough, actually. But it wouldn’t hurt for you to have him be just as engaged in your little agenda, would it?

The former archon peered at your work, only to be faced with scripts that were oddly reminiscent of Liyue’s characters. Albeit there were significant changes that made the language still all too different from his nation.

“…Might you be translating ancient texts, Grand Overseer?” He inquired and was met by a suspicious jolt from you.

It was a text Dan Heng gave you before to practice the language used in the Xianzhou fleet. Only now did you have time to do his little practices upon your descent. You had plans to check up on everyone as soon as you were done in Teyvat, and perhaps impressing Yanqing with your language prowess was a good party trick (and eventually not get bullied into eating something spicy because of your ignorance).

“Ah! N-No—! I— yes. No.”

Zhongli tilted his head and you were quick to recall your flubbed answer, shoving away the parchment into your little pocket. There was a frantic look in your eyes and Zhongli was concerned, naturally.

You used to be so willing in divulging everything to him in exchange for his stories, with the both of you managing to talk from dusk to dawn without fail with him needing little to no sleep and the time dilation that your body couldn’t seem to adjust to. You weren’t afraid to share what you were preoccupied with, and even often let him experience new things from your own world.

So why are you keeping secrets now?

But perhaps, the breaking point was your standoffish nature.

Aether has always cherished his raw connection with you and was proud to wear his closeness to your divinity, not because of infamy, but because of how incredibly special you treat him. While, certainly, you have made the people of Teyvat special on your visits, but what sets him apart from the rest is your adamant expression of affection towards him. For some reason, he was favored alone, not as a part of a collective unlike Venti and his people, or Zhongli and his. He alone was yours to indulge, even more behind closed doors in his teapot realm.

However… something was off after your abrupt visit.

Something had changed when you came home.

You were far more distracted, occupied with that tiny device you always held in your hand. Suddenly, Paimon wasn’t the loudest one in the teapot mansion with the incessant beeping that your phone made. It never did that before, it was always tucked away somewhere, sometimes even letting him place it in his inventory if there was little time to go back into the teapot.

He had always deemed your mode of communication useless. Especially on your travels. It was always so silent, like a useless artifact that you keep on you.

But suddenly it was teeming with life, buzzing endlessly that could drive any man with weak resistance into the threshold of insanity. You’d often pick it up and grant the little device a heavenly smile and proceed to be on it for hours upon hours.

It was a heartbreaking time for him.

It was heartbreaking whenever he would peer at your device, only for you to keep him in the dark as you made some lame excuse.

It was heartbreaking whenever he could no longer recognize your words when you talked about your own anecdotes, throwing name after name at him while he listened intently.

And oh was it heartbreaking when you called him by the name of someone else.

“[Name], have you seen my earring?” He took pride in his informality with you showing your comfortability and familiarity with the renowned traveler.

“Over on the table, Cae— ther… Caether… Aether.”

Not so much with that tiny slip.

Yes. Perhaps that was it. And all the preceding reasons.

Perhaps it was why you sat like a condemned criminal in the court of Focalors, as every archon looked at you with scrutiny and skepticism in their eyes. Only sweet Nahida looked at you in concern. Ah, your poor child. You’d rather her look away than experience the possible punishment you were about to receive.

“Grand Overseer, make no mistake, this is a trial born from the accumulated concerns of us all. This is a trial born… from our love.” The hydro archon’s voice bellowed through the courts. She normally wasn’t one to personally try the defendants, however you were a special circumstance.

You always were.

…Sure doesn’t feel like it…

“M-May I at least know what my charges are…?”

“Infidelity, Grand Overseer.” Ei answered for the collective. “I can only hope you are not found guilty.”

You grimaced. You’re quite glad that this was a private trial, with only the archons, retired or otherwise, gazing at you. Make no mistake however — this was an intimidating position to be in. You may be the Grand Overseer, but you’re quite sure the only thing keeping you alive is their thinly veiled fanaticism and adoration for you. Otherwise, you would have been incinerated long ago.

It might have been your luck. But it was something you would wholeheartedly thank as the moment Focalors slammed her gavel down, the horrifying screech of something you can only classify as a hideous ally pulled you out of your impending doom.

The alarm on your phone rang incessantly, a glaring reminder of your subpar and mundane reality, waking you up from a dream that you could barely remember.

You shot up, only realizing you fell asleep in front of your own computer. You looked up to see your game open, with your beloved traveler gazing down at you with a disappointed frown on his face.

You chalked it up to your awful sleep and rubbed your eyes, closing the game and migrating to the other, where your in-game phone was filled to the brim with messages.

Smothering a yawn in your hand, you can only shake your head.

“My games have been really weird lately. I should probably leave them alone for now. Maybe have fun with Elysia and the girls.” You muttered to yourself but not before powering your computer down.

Truly, your utter cluelessness is bound to drive everyone insane.

Fret not however, they will make it work. They will let you know of their sentience. They will make sure that you are aware of how much they admire you.

It’s only a matter of time until then.

#this is a feel good fic tbh LMAO #before i face my final exams #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x gn reader #honkai star rail x male reader #honkai star rail x gn reader #hsr x gn reader #hsr x male reader #jhuzen’s stupid one shots #sagau #sahsrau #sahsr

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genshinluvr · 1 year

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Our Dear Creator

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader/Creator!Reader

Summary: The men are assigned to be at your side at all times and even though they are your most loyal followers, you consider them to be your friends and protectors. These men are not only devoted to you, but they will not hesitate to kill for you if they have to.

Note: The summary made the story feel like it's a yandere story, but it's not 100% yandere (or yandere in general tbh)! To be honest, I didn't really plan on writing another "SAGAU" fic, this idea just popped up in my head when I was daydreaming in school 💀 This is just like a mini-ish collection of the men dealing with the reader, their dearest creator. The reader isn't a weak creator (they do have bad eyesight though), the reader is just too nice in certain circumstances. I think that's the best way I can put it. Anyway! There's a new series (that is in the current ongoing Isekai'd!reader series) coming very soon! Anyway! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: None that I know of other than it being religious-themed. There are some things hinted at but not fully mentioned in the story itself. Mentions of blood. Slight yandere theme? Tbh, it's nowhere near it, but I'm throwing it in just in case.

Word Count: 9.7k

Want to read another SAGAU fic? Read The Lonely God!

Ever since you arrived in Teyvat, everyone has been scrambling to try and meet you or be in your presence. Your arrival was sudden and unannounced, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Everyone was ecstatic to see you and have you present in their world. Because you’re widely worshipped throughout Teyvat by many, you’re more likely to be hounded by those who worshipped you and desperately wanted you to grant them a blessing or answer their prayers. For the sake of your safety, twenty-five men are tasked to be your protector while you reside in Teyvat.

“Uh, Your Grace, you’re going in the wrong direction,” Diluc chuckles.

You pause in your steps, turn to look at Diluc, and blink at the redhead owlishly. “Ah, I am? Also, please, Diluc. How many times do I have to tell you all to call me by my name and not my title?” You sigh.

A small smile appears on Dainsleif’s face. “Yes, Your Grace,” you give Dainsleif a dissatisfied look, which he ignores. “You’re walking in the wrong direction. The way to Mondstadt is in the other direction; you’re walking towards Liyue,” replies Dainsleif.

Your eyes widen, and you look over to the left, completely forgetting about Dainsleif calling you by your title rather than your name. If you squint your eyes and look very closely, you will be able to see the anemo statue of the seven from a distance. But unfortunately for you, you don’t have the best eyesight. It’s a bit ironic, isn’t it? An all-powerful god such as yourself has a terrible vision. You squint so hard your eyes nearly shut. Zhongli and Al Haitham sigh, pinching the bridge of their nose.

Al Haitham says, “Your Grace, I believe once we get back to the city, we should get your visions checked out,” Al Haitham says, crossing his arms over his chest.

You blink at Al Haitham. “Are you calling me blind?” You tease, poking Al Haitham lightly in the biceps.

Al Haitham’s eyes widen, and he begins to stutter out a response, his cheeks flushing pink. You giggle and shake your head, quickly reassuring Al Haitham that you’re merely teasing him. Al Haitham sighs and looks away, his cheeks crimson red with embarrassment while Kaveh snickers beside Al Haitham, earning a glare from the Acting Grand Sage.

Kaveh takes a step toward you and holds his arm out for you to take. “Unlike these fools, I’ll lead you to Mondstadt, Your Grace!” Kaveh announces proudly.

You smile and link your arms around Kaveh’s arm. “Then lead the way, Kaveh! And please just call me [Y/N]. I understand you’re all used to calling me by my title, but I’ve insisted that all of you call me by my name many times already,” you sigh.

“I don’t know….” Xiao trails off, propping his hands on his hips and staring at you intently.

Aether interjects, “Is it not disrespectful for us to call you by your name? You’re our creator, and we all respect you very much.”

You give Aether a big smile and shake your head. The warm glow around you seems to brighten whenever you smile; the tiny sparkles and glitter in the warm light shine brightly, nearly blinding the men around you. The warm glow around you is what makes you stand out from the citizens of Teyvat, and it makes you recognizable and easy to spot from afar. The glow around you is like a mood meter of yours. The light will shine brightly when you’re beaming with happiness, and when you’re sad or in an awful mood, the light is dimmed, but it’s still there nonetheless.

The sight of your smile and the warm glow around you brightening made Aether feel some type of way. He can’t pinpoint what it is exactly, but seeing your smile made him feel warm and soft on the inside, his cheeks turning bright pink.

“Calling me by my name isn’t disrespectful, Aether! I am giving you all permission to call me [Y/N]. But if you all want to continue to call me by my title, then I’m not going to stop you!” You said, shrugging your shoulders.

Tighnari holds his hands up. “If you don’t mind me asking, why do you want us to call you by your name? We don’t mind calling you by your name. Still, we don’t want other people to question why we’re not calling you by your title,” Tighnari says, crossing his arms over his chest while looking at you curiously.

“Not only that, but people will call us disrespectful for not calling you by your title,” Cyno interjects.

You smile at them sheepishly. You’re not entirely sure if they’d be okay with you wanting to form a friendship with you. Yes, you’re a god, and you created everything that exists in Teyvat. However, the events that took place in Teyvat thousands of years ago aren’t your doing. You created the people and the world. The things that happen in Teyvat aren’t your doing. Heck, you don’t control the weather either! Why did it feel like you had deja vu just a second ago? All these thoughts, these feelings of yearning for friendship and connection, feel all too familiar.

You hum thoughtfully. “Alright, well, you can all call me by my title when other people are around. When it’s just the twenty-six of us, you can either call me [Y/N] or Your Grace!” You said simply. You turn to Kaveh. “Anyway, let’s continue our walk to Mondstadt. Please lead the way, Kaveh,” you say.

The birds are chirping, and the sun is high in the sky, beaming down on you and the twenty-five men. If it weren’t for the cool breeze, you and the men would’ve been feeling your skin burning. Zhongli brought an umbrella with him earlier to shield you from the sun and its UV rays, but you felt bad the others weren’t going to be protected from the sun either.

Zhongli sighs and looks around. “Are you sure you don’t want me to shield you from the sun?” Zhongli asks.

“I’m sure! As I said earlier, the others didn’t bring an umbrella. I don’t want to be the only one that is being protected from the sun and its UV rays,” you reply, looking over the bridge and at the ducks and swans swimming in the lake below.

Scaramouche scoffs to himself. “Who said we didn’t bring an umbrella with us?” Scaramouche asks.

Everyone pulls out an umbrella and holds it up to show you. You blink at the men and unlink your arms from Kaveh’s arm. Okay, so everyone has an umbrella, after all. But you know they won’t be using it for themselves; they’ll be fighting each other to see who will be the one to shield you from the sun with their umbrella.

“You know what? I don’t need to be shielded from the sun with an umbrella. I’ll be fine! Besides, we should arrive in Mondstadt soon anyway,” you say.

The men around you grumble under their breaths, watching you walk away from them after refusing to be shielded from the sun. They wanted to protect you from harm, and UV rays are harmful to the skin. You stifle your laughter and continue your walk while the men remain in their spots, waiting for you to realize you’re walking in the wrong direction.

Heizou runs after you and grabs your arm. “[Y/N], you’re walking in the wrong direction again! Our dear creator really does have terrible eyesight, huh?” Heizou teases. You sigh and let Heizou steer you in another direction toward the City of Freedom.

You are their creator. Everyone in Teyvat adores you. It’s not a secret that everyone worships you and has a shrine of you in their homes or at a huge shrine in each region of Teyvat. Without you, Teyvat wouldn’t have existed, and the citizens of Teyvat wouldn’t be here, standing before you and your shrine, worshipping you. The men swear to protect you with their life; no matter what they’re tasked to do, they will do it if you ask them to.

“Um. Does anyone know where my glasses are?” You ask, holding your arms out in front of you to make sure you didn’t bump or run into anything or anyone.

Kaeya chuckles and leans against the table. “Why are your glasses not on your face, Your Grace?” Kaeya asks, smirking while watching you feel around for your glasses.

“I’m not used to wearing glasses,” you huff, continuing to blindly search for your glasses. “I could’ve sworn they were here somewhere— Ow!” You screeched, clutching onto your toe and groaning and hissing in pain.

Childe runs to you, pulling you in his arms and carrying you bridal style. “Snookums— I mean, Your Grace! Are you okay?” Childe asks, holding you close to his chest and walking to the couch to gently set you down.

You’re too engrossed in your stubbed toe that you don’t notice Childe’s slip-up. However, the men stop what they’re doing and look at Childe with their eyebrows raised. Their hands are either propped on their hips, or they cross their arms over their chests. Childe mouths a “what” at the men before turning to you, grabbing the foot you stubbed and massaging it.

You sigh and cover your face with your hand. “I am rendered useless without my glasses,” you sulk, resting your head on the couch cushions. “But to answer your question, Childe, I’m okay. My toe hurts, though,” you whisper.

You don’t wear glasses, and now you do! After arriving at Mondstadt, you had an eye exam, and needless to say, your vision is so bad you’re almost considered legally blind. Therefore, you now wear glasses, and you have lost those said glasses. You have been wandering around your abode, searching for your glasses, only to fail. You could’ve sworn you placed them on your nightstand, but when you went to fetch your glasses, they were nowhere to be seen.

“I’ll be returning to my room now. Since I cannot find my glasses anywhere, I’m assuming they’re still somewhere in my room,” you sigh.

You remove your legs from Childe’s lap and get up from the couch. Kazuha quickly stops you by grabbing your arm and gazing at you with amusement. Of course, your vision is too blurry for you to make out the expression on Kazuha’s face. You squint at Kazuha, gazing at him quizzically. Well, technically, you look like you’re trying to look at the sun.

Kazuha grabs something from the collar of your outfit. You look at Kazuha’s hands, not seeing what he’s doing to the object in his hands. Kazuha tilts your head and places something on your face. You blink, and your vision becomes clear; you’re able to see clearly, thanks to Kazuha. Kazuha found your glasses, and he put them on your face for you.

“Your glasses were hanging on the collar of your clothes, [Y/N]. It seems you have put it there and forgot about it after,” Kazuha chuckles.

Ayato chuckles and shakes his head. “It seems like our dear creator is quite forgetful,” Ayato says, taking a sip of his boba.

You giggle sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. You’re not entirely a forgetful person, but because you have been occupied with visiting nation to nation, you forget about the little things. For example, leaving your glasses to hang on the collar of your shirt is one of them. You didn’t recall picking them up and folding them on your shirt collar. Maybe you need to rest and take a break from your duties as the creator of Teyvat. Starting now by going back to your bedroom and taking a much-needed nap. You’ve answered many prayers already, performed many blessings for the people of Teyvat, and spoken to those who have dropped by your shrine to worship you and drop off offerings to your shrine.

“Your Grace, would you like for us to walk you back to your bedroom?” Baizhu asks, walking toward you and Kazuha.

You smile at Baizhu and shake your head. “Thank you for your offer, Baizhu, but since I have my glasses now, I won’t need any assistance to my bedroom,” you reply.

Venti giggles. “Besides! It’s not like [Y/N] is a senior citizen like block-head over here!” Venti pats Zhongli on the back roughly, making the former Geo archon put on a fake smile to mask his annoyance with the anemo archon.

You snort at Venti’s comment. “Oh, please. I am older than both you and Zhongli. After all, I’m older than Teyvat and the universe as a whole! Did that, perhaps, slip your mind, Barbatos?” You tease.

Venti blushes and looks away, the tips of his ears turning just as red as the apples of his cheeks. You have grown quite close with your loyal acolytes. Technically, even if they are your loyal acolytes, you consider them your friends rather than followers or worshippers, despite that is what they are before you arrive in Teyvat. You’re glad you’re able to form a close friendship with these men and not have it be awkward between the twenty-six of you. You’re grateful for the companionship, and you’re thankful for their assistance and willingness to protect you from harm.

You walk upstairs to your bedroom after informing the men you’re going to your room to rest. When you arrive at your room, you take your glasses off and place them on the nightstand beside your bed. You lay on your bed and close your eyes, feeling yourself slowly drift off to sleep. Even though you’re a god and sleep isn’t necessary for you, you would take a nap and sleep as a way to rejuvenate. The days have been long and dragging for you since your arrival at Teyvat, but it’s something you’re not used to. You have been performing miracles and answering prayers day and night. But for some reason, when you arrive at Teyvat, you feel tired. Maybe it’s because you’re a part of their lives now, and you interact with the citizens of Teyvat almost every day because they will stop by at every chance you get.

Fast forward to a week later, you informed the men (now your friends; you get giddy when you call them your friends) you wanted to explore Teyvat, and they raised their eyebrows at you. You stand in front of the twenty-five men, bouncing on the balls of your feet. Even though you’re the higher power and the creator of the universe, your asking them for permission to explore around Teyvat (a world you have built yourself with blood, sweat, and tears) was comical to you for some reason.

“I don’t think you need our permission for you to go out and explore Teyvat, Your Grace. You’re the one in charge here,” Albedo says, crossing his arms over his chest.

You laugh sheepishly and play with the tassel hanging from your lavish robe. “I know that, Albedo! But still! You’re all with me almost every hour of the day, and I wanted to ask if it’s okay with you guys if we go out and explore!” You say.

Gorou nods excitedly, his tail wagging fast behind him. “I wouldn’t mind going out and exploring Teyvat with you, [Y/N]! It’ll be fun, and you get to see the things you have created in Teyvat!” Gorou speaks up, smiling from ear to ear.

You giggle and clap your hands. “Great! I’m relieved you’re excited to go out and explore Teyvat with me! Perhaps be my guides while you’re all at it,” you say, reaching up and pinching Gorou’s cheek without thinking.

Feeling your gentle touch on his cheek, your skin against his skin, nearly made Gorou faint. Gorou’s cheeks heat up, the apples of his cheeks turn bright pink, and his tail wags even faster than it already was. You let your hands fall to your sides and turn to look at the men, who quickly act like they weren’t glaring daggers at Gorou not too long ago.

Itto takes a step toward you and throws his arm around your shoulder, pulling you toward his chest. “Well, if that is what our dear creator wants, then that is what they will get!” Itto announces, patting your head with his other hand.

“Great! Let’s get going now!” You say, getting out of Itto’s grasp and walking to the door to put your shoes on.

Thoma blinks at you and laughs nervously. “Uh, now? I thought we would be going tomorrow or maybe the day after tomorrow!” says Thoma, gazing at you curiously while tilting his head to the side.

You turn to look at the clock on the wall. It’s only ten in the morning. It’s not too early, nor is it too late to go out and explore Teyvat! Plus, it's not like you’ll be dragging everyone to the corners of Teyvat. You want to explore one region first, then explore the following six regions after.

Pierro crosses his arms over his chest. “Do you have a region in mind if we’re going to take you around Teyvat to explore?” Pierro asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

Before you can answer, Pantalone quickly interjects, “We will be exploring the cities and villages. Ruins are out of the exploration options, Your Grace.”

You nod. “Alright, deal! We will not be exploring the ruins, only the cities and villages!” You say. Then something dawns on you. “Wait, what if I want to explore the forests or the mountains?” You ask, propping your hands on your hips as you slip your shoes on your feet.

Dottore raises his eyebrows at you, but you don’t notice it because he’s wearing a mask. Dottore sighs and looks at the men around him. You’re a divine being, and yet you wanted to test to see whether you can withstand the sheer cold or not? You might as well visit Snezhnaya instead of Dragonspine if that area is an option in your exploration.

“Your Grace, I don’t think we should go to the forest to explore. While there are many of us, it’s easy to get lost in the forest,” Dottore says, frowning at you.

You purse your lips and point at Tighnari. “We have a forest ranger with us, Dottore! I’m sure he can guide us all in the forest of Sumeru without any of us getting lost!” You say, smiling widely.

You trot over to where Tighnari stands and loop your arms around his with a big smile. Tighnari blushes and nods in agreement while trying to keep a blank expression on his face. If you look closely, you can see the faint tint of pink on his cheeks. Since he doesn’t have human ears, Tighnari doesn’t have to worry about his ears being the same shade as his cheeks.

Capitano sighs and rubs his temples through his helmet. “If we explore the forest in Sumeru, please try not to wander off or get lost. We don’t want you to get lost in the forest,” Capitano says.

“Hehe, no need to worry about me getting lost, Capitano! If I do get lost, I’m sure all of you will be able to find me in no time!” You say.

You all immediately set out to explore the forest in Sumeru. To be more specific, the forest you’re all exploring is the Avidya Forest! It’s beautiful, and it’s enormous! You never cease to amaze yourself with the things you have created. You created so many things it’s hard to keep up with the things you have made and what randomly sprung into existence.

“What do you think of the Avidya Forest so far, Your Grace?” Heizou asks, walking beside you.

You look at the surrounding trees in awe. “It’s beautiful! The temperatures here are quite nice as well. It’s not hot, and there’s plenty of shade that’ll shield us from the sun!” You say. You turn to look at Heizou and nudge him lightly. “And please call me [Y/N]! I know you’re all used to calling me by my title, but we’re all friends here! I’m not going to smite anyone for calling me by my name,” you say, reaching out and letting your fingers brush against the moss-covered trees.

Baizhu and Tighnari rush to your side. “Your Grace— I mean, [Y/N], you’re not allergic to anything, are you?” Tighnari asks, gently pulling your hands away from the trees.

You blink at the forest ranger and shake your head slowly. “I’m sure I’m not allergic to the things I’ve created, Tighnari! I’m sure moss won’t pose a danger to me,” you say.

“[Y/N] is also a god, and I’m sure it’s rare for a god to get sick,” Thoma comments.

You and the men progress on your exploration in the Avidya Forest. It’s quiet between all of you. Not one person speaks aside from Tighnari. Tighnari leads the group through the thick forest, pointing at the interesting things you all come across during your exploration. Cyno decides to be the first one in the group (aside from Tighnari) to break the silence.

“What would a stand-up comedy team call itself in Sumeru?” Cyno asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

Tighnari drags out his sigh. Tighnari rubs his temples and shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t start now, Cyno,” Tighnari pleads, closing his eyes.

You tilt your head to the side. “I don’t know, Cyno. What is it?” You ask.

A small smile appears on Cyno’s face, and he says, “The AHAdemiya.”

Almost immediately, everyone around Cyno gives Cyno an unamused look. You snort and shake your head. You’re still unfamiliar with each man in the group, but the joke Cyno cracked just a few seconds ago is a huge contrast to his exterior.

Al Haitham rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. “Are you going to continue to crack jokes while we’re exploring the Avidya Forest for [Y/N]?” Al Haitham asks.

Kaveh huffs, propping his hands on his hips. “In all honesty, I would rather listen to Cyno crack his jokes for hours rather than listen to you complain about the littlest things,” Kaveh interjects, shooting a glare over in Al Haitham’s direction.

Albedo raises his hand. “Personally, I like Cyno’s jokes. I think they’re funny,” Albedo says nonchalantly.

Scaramouche raises his eyebrows at Albedo. “You do?” Scaramouche asks, finding it hard to believe that the Chief Alchemist enjoys jokes as horrible as the ones Cyno told.

You laugh nervously and rub your arms, unsure of how to react to the men bickering with each other. You turn to look at the other men, only to see Kaeya and Diluc arguing with each other. Through the sound of endless chatter, you made out the words “stepped” and “shoes.” You assumed Kaeya stepped on Diluc’s shoes while it was wet from walking through a pond. Then there’s Itto and Childe, getting ready to hit each other with a tree branch. You’re just relieved that they don’t have their weapons drawn out. It would’ve ended badly, and you’re not looking forward to parenting two adults.

“Can you two not fight right now?” Zhongli sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Especially in front of our dear creator,” Zhongli adds under his breath.

Childe huffs and pulls the sleeves up to his elbows. “Oh, lighten up, Mister Zhongli! I’m just here to teach this Oni a lesson about who’s the strongest and is capable of protecting [Y/N] without needing any assistance!”

Itto chortles and tightens his grip on the tree branch in his grasp. “You being a Harbinger does not mean you’re automatically stronger than the rest of us! Get off your high horse unless you want me to knock you off of it,” Itto proclaims, pointing the tree branch at Childe dramatically.

Just when you’re about to intervene and grab everyone’s attention, you see something move from your peripheral vision. You didn’t know what moved from the corner of your eyes, but you’re curious and tempted to see what the movement was. Since the men are too engrossed in their arguments, you decide to follow after the movement.

It’s not like the men are going to continue the exploration of the Avidya Forest without you! Plus, you’re only going to check and see what was moving. Once you get a glimpse of the moving object, being, or creature, you’ll head back to where the other men are at. Sounds easy enough, no? Wrong. You were wrong because the minute your eyes landed on the thing that was moving in the corner of your eyes, you found yourself sitting on the ground in the middle of the forest, occupied by the creature that was waddling away.

“Let’s just continue our exploration of the Avidya Forest! Seeing you all bicker in front of [Y/N] is humiliating, and I’m getting secondhand embarrassment,” Aether says, crossing his arms over his torso and glaring at the men around him.

Venti nods. “I agree! We all came out here to protect and guide [Y/N] while they see more of their creations in person. Instead, we’re arguing instead of doing what we were supposed to do!” Venti says, closing his eyes while rubbing his temples and shaking his head.

Baizhu interjects, “Let’s complete what’s left of the exploration and get something to eat. We’ve been in the Avidya Forest for a few hours now, and I believe [Y/N] might be getting hungry.”

“What do you think, Your Grace? How about we finish the exploration and get something to eat after?” Ayato sighs and turns to where you were standing a few moments ago.

Ayato and the other men freeze when they don’t see you standing in the spot you were at moments ago. Gorou and Tighnari have their ears perked up, listening to every sound very closely to see if it was you in any way. Alas, they did not hear you at all. There’s no sound of your voice, your laughter, your sigh, etc.— nothing at all.

Gorou runs his fingers through his hair. “Great! We lost [Y/N], and we have no idea where they could possibly be! We’re doomed, we’re doomed,” Gorou panics, pacing back and forth.

You couldn’t have wandered off somewhere far; it had only been a few minutes since you had up and left to who knows where. They have thought about splitting into groups to make it quicker to search for you, but some men objected to splitting up and searching for you in groups.

Kazuha scans the area with his red eyes. “The last time Childe, Itto, and Zhongli saw [Y/N] was a few minutes ago. They shouldn’t have strayed too far from the group,” Kazuha murmurs, closing his eyes and feeling the cool breeze against his skin.

“Keep in mind that [Y/N] has a glow around them. Perhaps that will make the search a little bit easier when we’re looking for them,” Kaeya suggests.

Diluc sighs and pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, the feeling of frustration starting to set in when he couldn’t find you. How can he be so careless? Diluc was so occupied with arguing with Kaeya that he didn’t realize you had wandered off somewhere. And now look at where they’re at now. Searching for the divine being somewhere in the Avidya Forest.

Diluc presses his lips into a thin line. “I hope they’re okay and unharmed. I understand that it’s been a few minutes since they have wandered off, but I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault,” Diluc sighs.

Xiao scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Don’t blame yourself. You’re not the only one that didn’t keep your eyes on our creator. We were all distracted and didn’t keep a close eye on [Y/N],” Xiao says, letting out a frustrated sigh and running his gloved hands through his hair.

“Xiao’s right. It’s not your fault for [Y/N]’s sudden disappearance. None of us were keeping a keen eye out for them. Therefore, let’s not blame ourselves for [Y/N]’s disappearance,” Dainsleif interjects, dragging out his sigh.

The men immediately start searching around the Avidya Forest for you, searching behind the trees, bushes, and shrubbery. It’s possible that you could be playing a prank on them or testing their skills on their people-searching skills— well, in this case, god-searching skills. The more they look around, the more they become frustrated after not being able to find you in the areas they’re searching about.

“Any luck?” Pantalone calls out.

Pierro sighs and furrows his eyebrows. “Unfortunately, there’s no luck on my end,” Pierro replies.

Dottore pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out a sharp exhale. “We’ve searched the vicinity. Where could they be?” Dottore asks, gnawing on his bottom lip.

“Are we certain they weren’t taken by Eremites or Treasure hoarders?” Capitano asks, his eyes scanning each person underneath his helmet.

Tighnari and Gorou shake their heads automatically after hearing Capitano’s question. The chances of you being kidnapped by treasure hoarders and eremites are highly unlikely. For starters, Tighnari and Gorou would’ve heard them coming from miles away because of how good their hearings were. Second of all, if you were kidnapped by the two groups mentioned, everyone would’ve heard you struggle and scream.

Gorou sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. “We would’ve known they had taken [Y/N] if they did. We would’ve heard them, and they would’ve made themselves known,” Gorou says, trying to keep his voice calm.

“Then where could they be? We searched around for them, and we couldn’t find our dear creator!” Kaveh exclaims, running his hands through his hair.

Before Al Haitham could interject, Tighnari and Gorou froze in their spots. Everyone gives the two men a quizzical look. Tighnari presses his index finger against his lips and gestures for the others to follow him. Tighnari leads the men to the small cave that is well hidden behind the veils of vines. The men cram into the cave and stop when they see the sight in front of them. There, sitting in the center of the cave, is their dearest creator, watching a floating dendro fungus twirl around and bounce in the air happily.

Al Haitham sighs in relief. “Your Grace, you’re safe,” Al Haitham speaks up, startling you and the floating dendro fungus.

You look at the men and wave at them happily, getting up from the ground and brushing dirt off your clothes. You didn’t look hurt, nor did you look scared of the floating dendro fungus in front of you. Speaking of floating dendro fungus, the men notice the creature shrinking back in fear and hiding behind you when you stand up. The floating dendro fungus peeks from behind your legs when you smile at the men after making sure to dust the dirt and grass off your clothes.

You rub the back of your neck sheepishly. “Ah, I assumed I was gone for too long,” you say.

“[Y/N], we were looking everywhere for you! You gave us a scare, Your Grace!” Heizou whines, hunching over with a dramatic sigh.

You give the men a sympathetic smile and approach them with the floating dendro fungus following close behind. You pull Heizou into a hug and sigh, rubbing the young detective of the Tenryou Commission’s back. Heizou freezes up in your arms for a second before melting in your arms, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his cheek on your head.

You close your eyes and sigh. “I’m sorry for making you all worry. I should’ve said something before wandering off,” you murmur.

“Uh! I think you shouldn’t be wandering off in general! I get that little fungus little guy is cute, but he is dangerous and will kill you if he gets the chance to!” Itto interjects dramatically, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the floating dendro fungus behind you.

You pull away from the hug and pout at Itto, petting the floating dendro fungus behind you without taking your eyes off the twenty-five men in front of you. The floating dendro fungus squeaks happily and leans into your touch.

“He didn’t hurt me! He’s the sweetest!” You say.

You turn around, pick up the floating dendro fungus and hug the fungus to your chest. You pet the fungus before holding it out toward the men, some flinching away from the adorable creature and taking a step back.

You smile sheepishly. “Can we keep it?”

Scaramouche scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Absolutely not,” Scaramouche says.

Ayato sighs and analyzes the fungus in your grasp. The fungus stares back at Ayato, blinking at the Kamisato heir owlishly. “It’s adorable, but you know they harm the people of Teyvat, [Y/N]. It may not have hurt you, but it can hurt other people around you and us,” Ayato gently explains.

You visibly deflate, letting out a tiny “oh,” before putting the floating dendro fungus back on the ground. The floating dendro fungus squeaks sadly, rubbing up against your leg. You pout and let out a few sniffles. You kneel in front of the floating dendro fungus, saying a few words of comfort and encouragement before watching it scurry out of the cave.

Aether clears his throat awkwardly. “So, do you want to continue to explore the Avidya Forest, or do you want to return to the abode?” Aether asks, scratching his right arm while waiting for you to reply.

You pucker your lips and think for a second. “Do you guys think we can order something and bring it back to the abode?” You ask, stroking your chin. “It’s been a while since I’ve had something cooked in a restaurant.”

Thoma raises his eyebrows at you. “What do you mean? Since you arrived in Teyvat, you’ve always had food cooked for you at the abode and when you’re having dinner with the leaders and archons of that nation,” Thoma says, crossing his arms over his chest.

You give Thoma a smile. “Whenever I’m bored, sometimes I would sneak into Teyvat and get something to eat. This isn’t my first time visiting Teyvat. It’s my first time exploring Teyvat out in the open without having to wear a disguise,” you reply.

Venti stares at you with his mouth agape. “You’ve visited Teyvat before?” Venti whispers.

Xiao rolls his eyes. “[Y/N] said that not too long ago, Venti. You’re just repeating their comment back to them,” Xiao mutters.

“I’ll explain everything over lunch. I’m starting to get hungry,” you say, putting both your hands over your stomach and feeling it rumble.

While you and the men are walking in Sumeru City, Cyno decides to break the silence.

“What did the mushroom say to the other mushrooms that all grew together and away from him?” Cyno asks casually, his eyes scanning the lively city.

Venti hum and taps his chin, trying to think of an answer. “I don’t know, Cyno! What is it?” Venti asks, looking at the Mahamatra curiously.

A small smile appears on his face. “Hey, let me join you guys. I swear I'm a fungi!”

The men around you let out a collective groan and give the Mahamatra a side-eye. You snort and shake your head. While the twenty-three men are groaning and rolling their eyes at Cyno’s jokes, Albedo cracks a smile and shakes his head, laughing under his breath while searching for a place for you all to eat.

Ever since that day, when you and the twenty-five men go out and explore, they made sure to keep their eyes on you in case you wander off like last time. Luckily, you didn’t wander off and stray away from the group during the explorations. You knew the men were protective of you. Still, you never knew how crazy protective they are of you until this one specific incident happened.

It’s a known fact that everyone in Teyvat worships you. Everyone, even the archons from the respective seven nations, worships you. When you have worshippers, there are those who casually worship you, there are people who are very devoted to you, and some devotees take it to the extreme and make things incredibly uncomfortable for you.

You and your friends, who are also your bodyguards, and most loyal acolytes, are walking to your nearest shrine in Inazuma. It’s a beautiful day out in Inazuma, and you want to take a stroll around the City of Eternity to admire the view and feel the nice cool breeze under the sun. Of course, since it’s a stroll under the sun, the men brought their umbrellas to shield you from the heat and the UV rays. Though you insist they use their umbrellas to cover themselves from the sun while you share an umbrella with Capitano because he is the one that’s guiding you to the shrine.

“It’s hot out today, isn’t it? It’s a good thing it’s a bit windy today, or else we would all melt because of the heat,” you say, sighing with contentment when you feel the cool breeze on your warm skin.

Baizhu nods. “Indeed it is. I was quite surprised when you said you wanted all of us to take a stroll to your shrine when we could teleport there instead,” says Baizhu.

“Perhaps it was a mistake, but you know what? It’s fine, and on the bright side, we’re almost to the shrine!” You say, wrapping your arms around Capitano’s biceps as he walks beside you.

The men have positions where they let you hold their arm while you’re out in Teyvat. While there’s no need for them to do that, they insist on doing it anyway because it’s to make sure you don’t trip or stumble on a pebble or uneven pavement when out of the abode. This position was established when you didn’t have glasses, but it remained after you got prescriptions. You think it’s kind of them to care about your safety! What you didn’t know is the reason why the arm-holding position remained is that these men wanted you to touch them. Not in an obscene way, but they like being close to you, and seeing you touch them, link your arms with theirs, hug them, etc., makes them crave for more of your touch.

“What are we going to be doing after we visit the shrine?” Kazuha asks, watching the sakura blooms fly and dance in the air.

You hum softly. “Ei invited us to have lunch with her, Kujou Sara, and Yae Miko at the Tenshukaku! How could I turn down an invite?” You say, turning to look at the men.

You hear Scaramouche make an audible “ugh” as he crosses his arms over his chest with his face pinching up with disgust and annoyance. Then there’s Itto, his face scrunching up at the mention of Kujou Sara. Gorou, on the other hand, looks anxious. His pupils are dilated, and his ears are pulled back while smiling at you nervously. Poor Gorou looks like he’s about to pass out at any moment. It seems like these three men aren’t fond of the women you mentioned. You blink at Itto, Scaramouche, and Gorou and turn to look at the others, who shrug in response.

Albedo clears his throat. “Is it just a lunch, or did the Raiden Shogun invite you for a meeting and then lunch after?” Albedo asks.

“I believe it’s just lunch! She didn’t mention anything about a meeting,” you reply.

When you and the twenty-five men arrive at the shrine dedicated to you in Inazuma, the shine is bigger than you remember. There is an enormous marble statue of you, cradling Teyvat in your hands with your eyes closed while sitting on the cement block. In front of the statue are offerings made to you. From flowers to food, Mora, alcohol, and many more things you could barely make out.

“What’s that?” Diluc asks, reaching for the pink envelope that is decorated with heart and flower stickers.

Kaeya takes the envelope from Diluc’s hands, ignoring the glare the redhead shot in his direction. Kaeya is about to open the envelope, but he stops himself. Kaeya walks over to where you’re standing and hands you the letter. You look at Kaeya curiously, grab the pink envelope from Kaeya’s hands and begin to open the envelope with care.

“I was going to have a look at it, but it wouldn’t be right for me to open a letter that is written for our dear creator,” says Kaeya, giving you a charming smile.

You smile at Kaeya and continue to open the envelope. “How generous of you, Kaeya,” you say.

Everyone, including yourself, assumed there was a prayer written in the envelope. The twenty-five men back up to give you some privacy to read the letter once you pull out a pink piece of paper. Your eyes skim the letter, and your facial expression quickly morphs from curious to horrified. A paper falls from the envelope, landing on the ground in front of you.

“Oh? What’s this?” Albedo asks, picking the paper off the ground and flipping it over.

The men crowd around Albedo to look at the paper in Albedo’s grasp. You cover your mouth with your left hand and crush the letter in the other. The men all equally let out gasps and quickly looked away from the scandalous image. You let out a shaky breath, giving the men a fake smile.

“You know, I knew I have devoted worshippers, but this person takes it to the next level,” you say, letting your balled-up fist fall at your side. “Judging by your reactions, I don’t even want to look at whatever you all have witnessed.”

Pantalone shakes his head. “You don’t want to see it, Your Grace. For the sake of your sanity, it’s best you never glance at that picture,” Pantalone says.

“I know we arrived at the shrine not too long ago, but I think it's best we leave the shrine to inform the Raiden Shogun of this situation,” Pierro says gruffly.

You press your lips into a thin line and nod. You and the men are about to leave the shrine when all twenty-six of you hear rapid footsteps approaching the shrine. Diluc snatches the letter from the ground along with the paper from Albedo’s grasp and burns it. You watch the letter and paper disintegrate into ashes, pieces of the paper and letter fluttering to the ground.

The footsteps get louder and louder, and before you all know it, the owner of those footsteps stops a few feet away from where you and the men are standing. The owner of the footsteps lets out a loud yet strained gasp, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Oh my gosh! Your Grace! You’re really here!” A man whispers, covering his mouth with his shaky hands in awe.

You smile at the man. “Indeed, I am! I was stopping by the shrine to check on its condition,” you say.

The man looks starstruck, his entire being trembling with excitement and anxiousness. You and the men trade looks with each other, unsure of what else to say other than act polite. This man could be stopping by the shrine to pay his respects, but given the look in his eyes, the feeling of dread looms over you. The man rushes toward you, but Capitano and Pierro immediately block him from getting toward you while the other men surround you in a large yet tight circle.

“You dare to get close to our creator?” Dottore demands, glaring at the man behind his mask.

The Inazuman man glares at Dottore with pure hatred. “I am our creator’s most devoted follower! How dare you try to get in between them and me!” The Inazuman man exclaims.

You squeeze your hand around the pink envelope, crushing it in your grasp. The envelope crinkling under your grip grabs the man’s attention. His eyes fall on your hands, his eyes widen, and he looks at you in shock and in awe. The Inazuman man seems almost giddy.

The man whispers, “You’ve read my letter, Your Grace? A-And you’ve seen the….”

Childe’s expression sours, his hands itching to draw out his weapon. “You’re the one that wrote that letter and sent that picture?” Childe demands, his hands trembling with anger.

You look at Childe quizzically. “What was the picture?” You whisper.

Dainsleif shakes his head. “It’s best you don’t know, Your Grace. You will be revolted if you were to know what the picture contained,” Dainsleif says, looking at the Inazuman man with disgust.

Realization dawns on the Inazuman man; the look of horror and rage flashes across his face. His face pinches up with anger, his lips scrunch in a thin line, and his eyebrows are knitted together. The Inazuman man points at the men surrounding you.

“How dare you all look at the letter and picture I sent to my creator! It’s an invasion of my privacy, and you not only disrespected me, but you disrespected my dearest creator!” The Inazuman man bellows.

Zhongli’s eyes begin to glow ominously as he approaches the angry Inazuman man. Zhongli grabs the man by the collar of his shirt and yanks him forward. The two men are now face to face; the Inazuman man’s feet are dangling off the floor.

“You are the one that sent our creator an obscene image. You are the one that disrespected our creator but have the audacity to be upset?!” Zhongli hisses, tightening his grip around the man’s shirt collar.

The Inazuman man thrashes in Zhongli’s grasp and starts hurling profanities at the former Geo archon. You sigh and rub your throbbing temples, closing your eyes. Today was supposed to be an easygoing day. Yet, someone like this Inazuman man is making it hard for you all to have a relaxing day at the shrine before having lunch with Ei, Yae Miko, and Kujou Sara.

You step forward and tap Zhongli’s shoulders, grabbing the funeral consultant’s attention. “Release him. We’ll inform the Raiden Shogun about the situation, and she, or Kujou Sara, will handle the situation,” you say.

Aether huffs, glaring at the black-haired Inazuman man after Zhongli releases the man from his grasp. “I think we should go to the authorities first to report this situation before heading to the Tenshukaku for lunch,” Aether mutters.

Heizou nods. “I agree! How about you all go to Tenshukaku while I file a report. In the meantime, I will take this man to the Tenryou Commission,” Heizou says, approaching the Inazuman man and slapping handcuffs on the man’s wrists.

You nod and cross your arms over your chest. “I would hate for it to turn out this way, but it seems like we have no other choice,” you murmur. You turn to Heizou and place your hand on his shoulder. “Please try to return to me as fast as possible,” you say.

Heizou’s eyes widen with surprise, and he nods, trying to act like your words had no impact on him at all. Heizou grabs the man and pulls him out of the shrine, with a few men (Childe, Zhongli, Al Haitham, Pierro, Capitano, Xiao, Ayato, and Diluc) following him. After they left, Thoma volunteered to be the one to take you to the Tenshukaku.

Here you are, sitting across from Ei, Yae Miko, and Kujou Sara. You have a porcelain teacup in your hands, lightly tapping your fingers on the cup nervously. The men stands close behind your seat, eyes scanning the Tenshukaku. Ei raises her eyebrows at the men behind you before turning to look at you.

“Your Grace?” Ei asks softly.

You pull your eyes away from your teacup and make eye contact with the electro archon. Ei smiles at you worriedly and places her cup down on the saucer.

“Yes, Ei?” You murmur.

Ei gazes at you intently, leaning back in her seat and crossing her right leg over her left leg. The electro archon studies you for a moment, not saying anything. You look skittish and frazzled, and it worries the three women sitting across from you.

Yae Miko clears her throat. “Are you alright? If you’re not feeling well, we can always have lunch next time,” says Yae Miko.

You shake your head. “No, no! I’m feeling alright! I…” you trail off, taking in a deep breath.

You turn to look at the men behind you. They all stare back at you worriedly, unsure whether they should speak on your behalf or not.

You clear your throat. “You may have noticed that some of my protectors are not present with us at the moment. That is because they have some businesses to deal with,” you say, tracing the small intricate designs on the teacup with your index finger.

Kujou Sara sits up straight. “Did something happen, Your Grace?” Kujou Sara asks stiffly, her eyebrows furrowing.

The doors to the Tenshukaku open, and the nine men walk into the building. A wave of relief washes over you. You let out a long exhale and get up from your seat. You walk toward the nine men, with the other men following behind. You stop in your tracks when you see blood splatters on the men’s clothes and their faces.

You point at them. “Why is there blood on your clothes?” You ask.

Childe smiles at you and pulls you to his chest, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and resting his cheek on your head while sighing with contentment. “You won’t have to worry about him anymore, Your Grace. We made sure he won’t be bothering you anymore,” Childe says, pulling away from the hug.

Tighnari looks at Childe skeptically. “You guys didn’t kill him, did you?” Tighnari asks cautiously.

“Of course not! We taught him a lesson first before turning him to the Tenryou Commissions,” Al Haitham replies, crossing his arms over his chest while scratching the dried blood off his right shoulder.

Yae Miko raises her eyebrows and stands by your side with Ei and Kujou Sara. “He? Tenryou Commission? Did something happen on your way to the Tenshukaku?” Asked Yae Miko. She crosses her arms over her chest and taps her bicep with her perfectly manicured fingers.

Gorou laughs nervously and turns to look at you. You nod, signaling for Gorou to explain to the three women what had happened before your arrival at the Tenshukaku. Before Gorou could explain the situation, Ei raised her hand to stop Gorou.

Ei gestures to the table where you all were before the nine men arrived at the Tenshukaku. “Let’s talk over lunch. You haven’t touched your food since your arrival,” Ei says.

You nod and follow after the electro archon with the men following close behind you. You sit in your seat and reach for the chopsticks, stirring your noodles and sighing. Ei looks at Gorou and gestures for Gorou to start explaining what had happened on your way to your shrine before going to the Tenshukaku to meet up with the three women for lunch. After explaining what happened to Kujou Sara, Ei, and Yae Miko, Ei shakes her head with distaste.

“I will head over to the Tenryou Commission right now to deal with him,” Kujou Sara declares, her hands clenching into tight fists at her sides.

Diluc shakes his head. “There’s no need to do that. We have already taken care of him,” Diluc says.

Yae Miko looks at Diluc with amusement. “Oh? And what are you implying?” She asks, leaning back in her seat and raising her eyebrows at the redhead wine tycoon standing behind you.

Pierro huffs behind you, glaring at the kitsune sitting across from you. “That is none of your concern. We have handled this situation already,” the first Harbinger interjects, crossing his arms over his chest.

Ei narrows her eyes at Pierro and sighs. Ei looks at you, who’s too busy eating the noodles in front of you while trying to drown out the conversation around you. Ei gets up from her seat and walks around the table, kneeling before you. You’re pulled from your thoughts when the electro archon places a gentle hand over yours.

Ei says in a soft tone, “Your Grace, I understand your,” she looks over at the group of men behind you, “bodyguards are here to protect you and can handle the situation, but this happened in my nation. As the ruler and archon of Inazuma, please, let me handle it,” Ei pleads.

Capitano sighs and points his thumb over in Heizou’s direction. “If you want to talk about the situation, you must go to Shikanoin Heizou for information. After all, he is the one that turned this Inazuman man to the Tenryou Commission,” Capitano says.

Heizou nods his head stiffly. Ei looks at the men, then at you before sighing quietly. She nods and stands, walking back to her seat and sitting between Yae Miko and Kujou Sara. Lunch proceeded, and the tension wasn’t at an all-time high like how you would expect it to be after Gorou explained to the three women what had happened.

By the time lunch ended, you were drained and ready to go home and relax. You bid the three women goodbyes before leaving the Tenshukaku. Before leaving the Tenshukaku, Kujou Sara quickly informs Heizou that she will need to see him and the other men for information on the strange Inazuman man the next day.

“How are you feeling, [Y/N]? It’s been a long day for you, and you had to deal with someone as atrocious as that Inazuman man,” Ayato says, guiding you into the estate.

You give Ayato a small smile, rest your head on his arms, and close your eyes. “I’m feeling drained, Ayato. I need to relax in the bathhouse to get my mind off what happened today and what the letter contained,” you shivered.

“We’ll get the bathhouse and hotspring ready for you,” Thoma says, dragging Itto and the other men with him.

Itto’s eyes widen. “What?! I wanted to stay with [Y/N]!” Itto protests, groaning loudly while letting Thoma drag him away from you.

While you’re getting ready to go to the bathhouse in your bedroom, the men are downstairs, speaking to Heizou and the other eight men that went with him to the Tenryou Commission. Gorou sits on the armrest of the couch, his arms crossed over his midriff.

“You nine are covered in blood. Did you guys kill that lunatic?” Kaveh asks, raising his eyebrows at the nine men that stand before him and the others.

Xiao shakes his head. “We didn’t kill him, but we did teach him a lesson and made sure he wouldn’t do such a thing ever again,” replies Xiao.

“Why didn’t you kill him? If we don’t get rid of him, he will continue what he’s been doing if he recovers,” Dottore huffs, rolling his eyes underneath his mask.

Dainsleif frowns at Dottore and pinches the bridge of his nose. “If we got rid of him, then [Y/N] will know. We only kept him alive so he could rot in prison for his crimes. People like him don’t deserve an easy way out of their crimes,” Dainsleif interjects.

The men fall silent when they hear your bedroom door open. You trot down the stairs and tighten the robe's rope, giving the men a small smile. You look exhausted, but the warm glow and tiny sparkles around you don’t dim. Despite being in your presence every day, you never cease to make them feel breathless with your presence and warm smile.

Baizhu quickly approaches you. “How are you feeling, [Y/N]? You won’t be at the bathhouse for too long now, are you?” Baizhu asks, looking at you worriedly.

“I’m feeling a little bit better! I think relaxing in the bathhouse for an hour would make me feel better. Thank you for asking!” You reply, wrapping your arms around yourself.

Kaeya raises his hand. “Would you be okay with us standing outside the bathhouse to make sure no one sneaks in while you’re taking a dip in the hotspring?” Kaeya asks.

You shake your head. “I don’t mind!” you say, walking toward the door and slipping your sandals on. “Besides, I feel safe with all of you. None of you have posed a threat to me, nor have any of you made me feel uncomfortable,” you said, turning to look at the men with a faint smile on your face.

Gorou looks at you with stars in his eyes. “You feel safe with us?” Gorou whispers, his tail wagging behind him.

“Of course I do! You all kept me safe while I was in Teyvat. You all guided me to places I needed to go when I didn’t have glasses. You all made sure to protect me from the people who are my most devoted follower,” you say shyly.

Scaramouche clears his throat, looks away, and crosses his arms over his chest with a huff of breath. “Of course, we’ll protect you! What kind of protectors and friends would we be if we didn’t protect you at all costs?” Scaramoche asks, his cheeks turning crimson red.

Kazuha approaches you, gently grabs your hand, and presses a kiss on your knuckles. “We will always protect our dearest creator,” Kazuha says softly.

The men nod, approaching you and stopping near you and Kazuha.

“We are devoted to you, and we’ll do anything to protect our dear creator,” Albedo adds.

Pantalone adds, “Even if it means we have to kill someone to protect you. We’ll make sure that no one touches a single hair on your head, Your Grace.”

The men collectively bow to you with their right hand over their chest, catching you off guard. You’re very well aware of their dedication and loyalty to you, and you appreciate them very much. There’s not a time when you wish you were alone and could walk around Teyvat on your own. Their presence, friendship, and guidance mean everything to you, and you’re truly grateful for each of them. You’re grateful for them just as much as they are grateful for you, their dear creator.

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thesassypadawan · 18 days

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Take Charge (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: There’s this one thing you’ve been wanting to try for some time now. A thing that really peeks your interest, but makes you so freaking nervous. Because, well, how the hell does a hamster go about wrangling a damn moose?!

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. A bit of sub Hay, dom reader, oral (fem receiving), and… Hayden’s skilled tongue.

Notes: Happy Hayden's (And Mine) Birthday Event! In honor of the man, the myth, the legend; I will be posting nothing but Anakin, Vader, and Hay stories all April long!

A little something for @espinathena-17! I really enjoyed writing this, it was truly a pleasure! Hope you like it! ❤️

- It was something you’ve wanted to try for more than a hot minute now. Something that really intrigued you, but, at the same time, makes you so freaking nervous. Because you’ve never done anything like this before and, in your mind… How the hell does a hamster go about wrangling a damn moose?!

- Eventually you build up enough courage to talk to Hayden about it. And, to your great surprise, he’s totally up for the idea. In fact, he very much encourages you to ‘take charge’ every now and then…

- Wearing that sexy, little, black outfit he absolutely loves; you sit cross-legged on the edge of his desk. Eyes glued to the door, waiting not so patiently for him to…

- “Angel, are you…” Spotting you in all your lacey glory, he freezes instantly. A big grin spreading across his face. “Well, this is a nice surprise.”

- Biting your lip, you wiggle a bit in anticipation. You’re finally doing this…oh, this is going to be so much fun!

- Straightening up more, you snap your fingers. “Sit,” you mutter. A hint of authority in your voice as you point to the chair in front of you.

- His eyebrows raise slightly, that grin growing wider. Clearly getting where this was going, he quickly obeys. Plopping himself down with a… “Yes, little miss.”

- “Good.” Slowly you uncross your legs, letting him catch a glistening glimpse. Before recrossing them and placing a heeled foot on his chest. Pushing lightly, asking not so innocently. “Tell me…do you want me?”

- “I do,” Hay chuckles softly. His eyes blown so wide; you can barely see the blue in them anymore.

- Tilting your head to the side, you let out a devious, little giggle. “Is that so? Then why don’t you beg me for it…let me hear how much you do.”

- Fingers graze your ankle gently, trailing upwards. Lips brush then press against your smooth skin, causing your breath to hitch. Part of you wants to give in, to just let him do his thing. But you already made it this far so…

- “Ah ah, naughty boy,” you scold. Digging you heel in firmly, pushing him back into his seat. “I told you that I want to hear you beg. Now…get to it.”

- You watch him swallow hard, adam’s apple bobbing enticingly. “P-please, please, let me kiss you. L-let me touch you; run my hands all over your beautiful b-body.”

- Satisfied with his words, in more ways than one, you ease up. Allowing him to place featherlight kisses on your calf. Teeth nipping and biting your thigh. Hot breath fanning over your sensitive area, making you shudder and stifle a moan.

- Resting his chin on one plushy pillow, he tentatively squeezes the other. “C-can I taste you?” Hayden stutters, gazing up at you hungerly. “Please, I’ve been craving y-you all day.”

- “Such a good boy,” you coo, fingers running through his hair. “I suppose I could, since you did ask so nicely. But, in return…”

- Forcing him back again, you coyly part your legs. Revealing your bare cunt, a low groan escaping him. “…you have to make me feel real good.”

- Eagerly he leans forward. Arms hooking underneath your legs. Mouth hovering. “I-I promise,” he murmurs, voice rumbling through you.

- Hay’s tongue laps at your wet folds. Wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly. Then nuzzling it teasingly with his nose, while tracing the rim of your aching core. Completely and utterly devouring you like a man starved.

- Your moans fly freely now. Nails scratching at the polished wood, hips shamelessly bucking into his face. Stomach curling pleasantly, pussy fluttering and clenching around him. “Mmmh, that’s it; right there. I-”

- Just as you’re really getting into it, he suddenly pulls away and abruptly stands. Leaving you totally hot and bothered, fighting to not whine or sound all desperate. “You’re not the one calling the shots tonight, I am. And, I didn’t say you could stop.”

- Smirking down at you, he wipes your slick off his face with the back of his hand. The tent he’s sporting on full display. “Sorry to spoil your ‘taking charge’ moment, but I can’t hold back anymore. Need you…bad.”

- As much as you’d like to be upset, it’s kind of hard to be when…you’re staring at something, well, that hard. Plus, you have to admit, you need him bad too. “Fine,” you huff. Scooting to the edge of the desk, spreading your legs wider.

- Frantically, he undoes his pants; cock standing tall and proud. Large hands grabbing and gripping your thighs. Pulling you closer, fat tip pressing at your entrance. He’s just about to take the final plunge when…

- “Hold up there a second, big guy!” You order, words and tone making him stop. “You can only have fun if…you take care of your ‘mess’ afterwards.”

- Hayden growls, grip tightening. You think he’s going to argue or protest, instead… “Yes, little miss; I’ll be sure to lick everything clean.”

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rubyreduji · 2 years

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jihoon's puppy - ljh

title: jihoon’s puppy pairing: lee jihoon x gn!reader (side kim mingyu x gn!reader) genre: fluff, angst, college!au warnings: asshole!jihoon, jealous!jihoon, mans is a whole tsundere in this, there is a scene where y/n and mingyu are about to get frisky in a closet and then they talk abt sex but there is nothing explicit at all w.c.: 11.9k summary: jihoon can’t seem to shake the puppy dog who keeps following him around or the teasing he gets for it a/n: first time posting a longer fic like this and its for jihoon ofc. i really like this fic actually so i hope you guys can love it just as much as i do

Jihoon has known you since high school and it seems like ever since you two graduated he hasn’t been able to get rid of you. You ended up at the same college and in most of the same classes because you were both getting your Bachelor of Music. Jihoon was one of the only people you knew in your classes and you would follow him around like a lost puppy as he was the only familiar face you knew. Now two years later it seems you haven’t broken that habit.

“Where’s your dog Jihoon?” Wonwoo snickers as Jihoon sits down at their lunch table.

“Shut up, they’re not my dog,” Jihoon grumbles.

You have a class right now. Jihoon only knows this because on Tuesday and Thursdays, as you guys walk out of your Intro to Music Business class, you say ‘I’m off to my Instrumental Conducting class Hoon-ah, see you later!’ and then leave in the opposite direction that Jihoon goes.

“I prefer cats,” Jun says matter of factly, proving he’s not paying much attention to the conversation.

“When are you going to tell them to leave you alone?” Wonwoo ignores Jun.

“I HAVE! They can’t take the hint!”

“Hey! Be nice to Y/N. They’ve done nothing wrong,” Soonyoung comes to your defense. “You don’t deserve them, Hoonie.”

“If you want them, take them, I’ll gladly hand them off to you,” Jihoon retorts.

“Who are we talking about?” Seungcheol asks as he, Joshua, and Jeonghan pull up chairs.

“Y/N-hubae,” Jun answers. Maybe he is paying attention.

“The one who follows around Jihoon?” Joshua questions. “Why? Are they giving you trouble?”

“They’re always giving me trouble,” Jihoon groans. “They’re annoying. I can’t get them to leave me alone, it’s been like this since freshman year.”

“See if I had someone waiting on me hand and foot I’d take advantage of that,” Jeonghan smirks. “You just have to be an opportunist Jihoonie.”

“You say that now but you haven’t actually had to deal with them. Now can we please talk about something that’s not them.”

“Jihoon!” You jog a bit to meet up to the boy. “Class today was very interesting, but I’m sure you don’t want to hear me rambling about it. How was lunch?”

“It was just lunch.”

“Ah, I suppose so. Well, are you ready for the quiz today?” You guys are walking towards your shared Music Theory II class together.

“Yes.”

“That’s good! I think I’m ready but not completely sure. I understood all of the concepts in class, I’m just afraid I’m going to mess up when put under pressure,” you explain.

Jihoon wishes you would shut up and leave him alone. It’s like this everyday. You talk his ear off and he can’t get a moment of peace until he’s back at his dorm. Jihoon doesn’t understand why you’re so obsessed with him. There are plenty of other people you could cling onto, so how did Jihoon get so unlucky to be the object of your affections.

You speed up your walking a bit so you can open the building door for Jihoon, and then do the same for the classroom door. He doesn’t thank you.

Just like always Jihoon sits down in his seat and you take the one next to him. You wish him luck before the quiz and afterward you tell him how you think it went well and how you hope it went well for him as well. Throughout the lecture portion of the class you make small comments to him that Jihoon either ignores or only makes small grunts towards.

When class gets out you happily take Jihoon’s bag from him. Your dorm is the building next to his and you don’t mind carrying his bag as you accompany him back to the dorms. You hum to yourself as you guys walk and every once in a while you’ll stop to point something out to him.

“Have a goodnight Jihoon!” You call to him as you walk towards your building. His bag is slung over his shoulder now and he doesn’t look back as he walks into the dorm.

“Have you been getting enough sleep Hoon-ah?” You ask him as he trudges into class. Your head is cocked to the side slightly and your eyes are a little too wide and questioning for eight in the morning. Concern laces your voice and Jihoon only grunts at you.

“What’s it to you?”

“I want to make sure you’re taking care of yourself! Here,” you dig around in your bag before pulling out a protein bar and a bottle of water, “you need to keep your energy up. Get more sleep too. Sometimes it gets to a point where your work won’t be any good if you’re exhausting yourself. It’s also good to take a step back and come back to it if you get stuck.”

Jihoon doesn’t know how you do it. How you always read him so well and know what he’s up to. Nobody else knows that he’s been losing sleep over trying to perfect one single song for the past couple of nights, but here you are, telling him to take a break and come back to it later.

Jihoon glares down at the items you’re offering him. He doesn’t want to take them, he doesn’t want to give in to you, but he didn’t eat breakfast this morning and the only thing he’s drank for the past forty-eight hours has been coffee and energy drinks.

Reluctantly he picks up the protein bar and the water and a wide grin spreads across your face. Content, you sit back in your chair and start to get ready for class.

The protein bar flavor is his favorite and it makes Jihoon frown even more. He can’t tell if you meant to do that or not. It doesn’t matter, if it was coincidence or if it was on purpose, it would still annoy Jihoon.

It would annoy Jihoon the way your whole attitude annoys him. He barely was able to wake up and roll out of bed to get to class, but here you are, drumming your fingers against the table as you hum along to whatever song is playing in your earbud (playing in your right ear, because Jihoon sits on your left side). Your eyes are bright and you’re scribbling down the title of the notes the professor already has pulled up on the screen.

An hour and a half passes by and Jihoon has no clue what happened in class. He’s blinking sleep out of his eyes as you’re packing up your items. He stares down at his work space to see the protein bar wrapper and a half drank bottle of water. Soon a notebook is added as you slide yours over.

“I thought I’d let you sleep, it looks like you needed it. Don’t worry, Professor Chu didn’t see. Here are today’s notes. Let’s go to the library yeah? You can copy down my notes and we can study for the upcoming test as well.”

Jihoon doesn’t need your help, and he doesn’t want your company, but he still follows along with you to the library so he can copy down your notes. He’s being an opportunist, like Jeonghan told him to be.

You’re not stupid, you’re actually a great student, but concepts don’t stick in your brain as well as they do in Jihoon’s. Jihoon is effortlessly smart, the type of person who can do his work in one go and not worry about it and doesn’t have to study just to pass. So as you guys study you have to keep asking Jihoon questions about the content. He gives you short answers but you still thank him every time, looking genuinely grateful.

Jihoon is more awake for your guys’ next class. He takes notes this time and when he glances over at you he can see the way your brow furrows and your lips twist into a pout. When you guys are given work time he slides his own notebook over to you.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” he tells you. “It’s only because you gave me your notes earlier.” Jihoon isn’t going to let someone fail just because he finds them annoying.

“Thank you so much Jihoon!” You quickly look over his notes. They’re messier than yours but somehow more comprehensible than whatever is on your paper.

By the time class ends you understand a lot better and you have an unwavering smile spread across your face. You walk with Jihoon as he makes his way to the dining hall. He finds his friends at a table and makes a beeline towards them.

“I see your puppy is following you today,” Wonwoo comments as he looks up at Jihoon above his glasses.

“Do you even shut up Wonwoo?” Jihoon drops into his chair and drags his hands over his face. “I’m too tired to deal with your shit today.”

“Ah poor baby? Maybe your puppy will make it feel better.” The condescending tone drips out of Wonwoo’s mouth.

Jihoon is about to get up and hit the elder when all of a sudden a tray of his favorite foods is placed in front of him. “See you next class Hoon-ah!” You smile down at him before you make your way to another table.

You never sit with him at lunch, unless it’s on Fridays. You claim it’s because you don’t want to disturb his time with his friends or something like that. Jihoon just knows that he’s able to enjoy some time away from you. On Mondays and Wednesdays when you don’t have class you sit with your own group of friends at lunch. Jihoon doesn’t know much about them other than they’re underclassmen. Jihoon doesn’t get why you don’t follow them around but then again when has he ever tried to understand you.

“Hey do any of you know anything about the guys Y/N eat lunch with?” It’s Jeonghan who asks the table. It seems like it’s not just Jihoon who has his eyes on you.

“The big one is Kim Mingyu,” Wonwoo responds. Jihoon wonders how he knows more about you than he does. “The skinny one with the long nose is Lee Seokmin.”

“Oh I know Minghao and Chan! They dance with me and Junnie!” Soonyoung says excitedly.

“The other two are Boo Seungkwan and Choi Hansol. I have a class with them,” Jun tells the table. “The Boo guy is loud.”

“Hey, why do you even wanna know hyung? Trying to steal Jihoon’s dog?” Wonwoo has a shit-eating grin on his face. Jihoon kicks him under the table.

“Nah, just wondering if everyone else at the table is as much of a simp as Y/N is. I’m looking for a dog myself.” Jihoon kicks Jeonghan as well.

You and Jihoon are at a music event together.

It’s an assignment for your Modern Music class to go to some kind of live music event and when you found a venue that was holding a setlist of up and coming musicians you invited Jihoon to go with you. The only reason he agreed was because he needed to get the assignment done and every other event he looked at was too expensive or too far away. He truly doesn’t know how you somehow found this one. The bands aren’t bad either, which is a plus.

“So what do you think?” You ask him as the stage is being set up for the next group. The venue is busy but not packed. Just enough people to call it successful but not too much that it’s overwhelming.

“It’s good. I liked the third band the best.”

“Oh the ones with the cool keyboard solo in the middle! Me too, I like when instruments get to shine as well as the vocals.” The sparkle is back in your eye but this it’s not aimed towards Jihoon, but rather towards talking about your interests. He’s seen you like this before, when you get going about an anime you’ve recently watched or when you’ve tried a new food you particularly liked.

“Here. You should hydrate.” Jihoon shoves a water bottle into your hands. He tells himself it's so he can get you to shut up.

“Ah, thank you Hoon-ah!” You take the water and pop the cap, downing three-fourths of the bottle in one go. “Oh look, it’s the next band!”

Once the setlist is finished and things seem to be winding down at the venue you somehow convince Jihoon to get dinner with you. You two slide into a booth at a hole in the wall pizza place and you two order before you let out a small yawn.

“Tonight was nice, but now I’m tired.” You’re hot and sweaty and tired and a little overstimulated from the venue but you’re hungry and the pizzeria is air conditioned so you’re not going to miss this chance to hang out with Jihoon.

“It was nice. It’s nice to go and listen to music live,” Jihoon says. “Thank you for inviting me. I liked listening to the smaller artists, it’s good to get out and support them.”

Your head is resting against the wall of the building but you perk up when you hear the compliment from Jihoon. You’re about to respond but your pizza is being brought to the table and your mind forgets to respond in turn to scarf down your dinner.

You’re able to finish a whole pizza together but your night doesn’t seem to be over because as you sit back in your chair Jihoon is talking. “Let's go get drinks.”

“What?”

“There’s a bar around the corner. I want to get a drink. Are you coming with?” You guys have a class tomorrow but it doesn’t start until noon. You’ve never heard Jihoon ask you to hang out so this surprises you.

“Y-yeah! Just let me pay.” You dig around in your pocket to grab your wallet. You find the money but Jihoon is frowning at you.

“Wait, let me split the cost.”

“Oh it’s no big deal!” You wave him off as you set your card down for the waiter to come get. “I want to, okay? You deserve to be treated to something nice every once and a while, even if it is just pizza.” You wink at him.

Jihoon wants to protest more but he knows you’ll just be stubborn about it. It’s exactly like what Jeonghan keeps going on about, how you’ll do anything for Jihoon. It’s annoying and there has to be something better to spend your time and money and efforts on.

You two walk down the street to the bar and when you walk in it’s unbusy as it is Thursday night. You take a seat at the bar and Jihoon orders a cojinganmek. You don’t drink much but you order a beer for you to nurse throughout the night.

Idle conversation passes between you two as Jihoon continues to drink more and more. Drunk Jihoon is a lot looser than Sober Jihoon. He laughs at your drinks more, is more receptive to your touch, and is more attentive to what you are saying. His eyes bore into you admiringly as you talk about the latest antics of your roommates.

When Jihoon is finished with his second glass and is thoroughly wasted you decide it’s time to bring him home. You pay the bill and then help Jihoon stand. He’s a bit wobbly so you support his weight with an arm around his waist and his own arm thrown around your shoulder.

You order a Lyft which says it will take ten minutes to get to you. You and Jihoon sit on the curb by the bar and Jihoon slumps his body into yours.

“It’s cold,” Jihoon slurs out.

“Here.” You tug your hoodie off your body and help him struggle into it. His eyes close softly at the warmth and he leans back into you.

“You’re too nice to me Y/Nnie,” Jihoon mumbles.

“Mmm is that a bad thing? Everyone needs kindness in their life.” Your hand plays with his dark locks as he snuggles his face into your neck.

Jihoon doesn’t respond and you think he’s falling asleep from the way his breathing steadies. When the Lyft pulls up you shake him awake and help him into the car. He lays his head down in your lap as you guys ride back to campus. You hum along to the radio and you rub Jihoon’s back until the Lyft is stopping and you have to help him out of the car.

“Come on Hoon-ah. You need to get to bed.” You dig around in his pockets until you find his ID card and his room key. You’re able to wrestle him into the elevator and to his dorm room. You struggle with Jihoon dangling off you as you try to unlock the door. Luckily you’re able to open the door and then help Jihoon inside.

“Jihoon! You’re home!” Soonyoung comes bounding out of his room only to stop when he sees you. “Oh, hi Y/N.”

“Hey Soonyoung. He’s a little drunk, which one is his room?”

“Here you’re probably tired. Let me bring him to bed. Thank you for bringing him home.” Soonyoung goes to grab Jihoon but Jihoon bats at his hand only to cling onto you tighter.

“No! I want Y/Nnie. Get away from me.”

“Shhh, it’s okay. Let’s get you to bed.” You shoot Soonyoung an apologetic look even though Soonyoung thinks he should be the one apologizing. Soonyoung just silently points to Jihoon’s room and you quietly thank him.

You help Jihoon lay down but he’s whining about his pants so you help him take his jeans off and he seems satisfied after that. You’re about to leave but Jihoon is grabbing at you again.

“No! Don’t leave me!” His fingernail digs into your skin and leaves a small gash and you hiss but sit down again, Jihoon’s grip loosening as you do.

“I have to go home, jagiya.” You tell him as you start to pet his hair again. The pet name slips out, but Jihoon only melts at it.

“Please. Just stay until I fall asleep?” He gives you big pleading eyes and you can’t say no to him. “Can you hum for me? I like when you hum.”

You comply and start to hum softly. Content, Jihoon settles down into bed, his arms wrapped around your forearm. Soon he’s asleep and you gently pry your arm out of his grip and close his door lightly.

“I’m sorry about him.” Soonyoung greets you outside Jihoon’s door. “He doesn’t normally drink.”

“I can tell. It’s okay, as long as he’s home safe.”

“You’re bleeding.” Soonyoung grabs your arm. There’s a long scratch where Jihoon’s nail broke your skin. “Let me get you a bandaid.”

Soonyoung helps patch up your arm and you bid a goodnight before you’re off to your own dorm to finally go to sleep.

“Ugh. I’m so hungover,” Jihoon groans as he trudges into the kitchen. Soonyoung is sitting at the breakfast bar drinking a cup of coffee.

“And who’s fault is that?” He quips.

“Shut up.”

“Is that a new hoodie?”

“What?” Jihoon looks down to see the large white hoodie he’s wrapped up in. There’s small black print on the front and Jihoon’s face flushes when he recognizes the article of clothing. “Uh yeah,” he lies. He can’t tell Soonyoung that he’s wearing your hoodie.

Oh god, what embarrassing things did he say and do last night?

Jihoon can’t focus on it too much though because he realizes he’s about to be late to class. He quickly throws on pants and a pair of shoes before he’s out the door. When he gets into the classroom the lecture hall is packed but there’s an open seat next to you of course, your bag sitting on the chair to save him the seat.

Jihoon picks up your bag and sets it at your feet so he can sit down in the chair. You look up at him as he does and smile at him.

“How are you feeling today Jihoon?”

“Awful.”

“Here.” Once again you’re handing him a water bottle, this time it’s accompanied by a bottle of painkillers. Jihoon gratefully takes the two items and pops two pills before downing the water.

When he hands back the bottle of pills he notices the bandaid on your arm, the skin around it a little red. “What happened to your arm?”

“You uh, scratched me last night,” you admit sheepishly. “It’s okay though! It doesn’t even hurt. Soonyoung just insisted on bandaging it because it was bleeding a little.”

Jihoon doesn’t know what to say. There’s your never ending kindness again. Always willing to let Jihoon off the hook for things, giving him everything while he can’t even spit out an apology. Class starts but Jihoon can’t stop shooting glances over at you. He’s lucky this class is just a seminar and he doesn’t have to pay too close attention.

When class gets done you pick up your bag and Jihoon’s and start to walk to the dining hall. Jihoon trails behind you, but you don’t mind. Jihoon is too focused on staring at you to keep up with your pace.

It isn’t until someone is calling his name that he comes out of his stupor. He expects it to be you but instead it’s a girl from one of his classes last year. What’s her name…Sujin?

“Jihoon! Hey. I haven’t seen you around in a while, but I’m glad I’m able to catch you. This might be kind of out of left field since we haven’t talked in a while but I was wondering...would you go out with me?”

The answer is no. Jihoon does not want to go out with Sujin. He’s just about to say that when he feels a hand on his shoulder. “Who’s this Hoon-ah?” Your voice is tense and curt in a way Jihoon has never heard before. You’re taller than Sujin and you look down your nose at her. The normal glint in your eye is replaced with a raging fire.

Sujin must get the message because she cowers back a bit. “O-oh, hello. I wasn’t- I’m just gonna go. Forget what I said Jihoon. Bye.” With that she scutters off.

Then with just the blink of an eye you’re back to normal, smiling cheerfully at Jihoon while you tell him to hurry up to the dining hall. Jihoon isn’t too sure what just happened, maybe some kind of possessive puppy thing that Wonwoo would make fun of him for. Jihoon isn’t too sure but the small voice in the back of his head tells him he doesn’t mind too much either.

It’s Friday which means both your friends and his friends have conflicting schedules so you eat lunch together. You dump the bags at your guys’ usual table (a booth hidden in the corner of the cafeteria) before you go to get food. When you get back to the table Jihoon is already digging into his large heap of food.

“Do you want something to drink?” You ask him as you set down your plate, but don’t sit.

“Water, please,” he responds but it comes out more like “waarrr pweeze” because his mouth is full. You go fill up two cups with ice water and bring them back to the table and set one in front of Jihoon before you sit down.

You two eat in relative silence until someone is calling your name. Jihoon looks behind him to see the tall guy you usually sit with heading towards the table. Your face lights up and you stand to greet the guy. You guys hug and Jihoon scowls at this a bit.

“I thought you had class today.” You sit back down and your friend sits down next to you, practically on your lap.

What’s his deal, give Y/N some space, Jihoon thinks. He continues to frown as he goes back to eating his food, his appetite a lot smaller than earlier. Jihoon struggles to think of this guy’s name. Ming-something.

“Jihoon right?” The guy is now looking at Jihoon. “You’re Y/N’s high school friend.”

“Uh, yeah.” Jihoon wouldn’t exactly call you a friend but for the time being it’s easier to say yes.

“Cool, I’m Mingyu!” He holds out a large hand and Jihoon just stares at it. Mingyu gets the idea and awkwardly retracts his hand, but he doesn’t seem too upset by it because soon his hand is fiddling with your own. Jihoon glares at this as well. You can’t eat if he’s messing with your hands.

“Is something wrong Jihoon?” You ask him. Your head is tilted to the side again and it makes Jihoon think about how Wonwoo calls you his puppy. In moments like this he can see the resemblance.

“No, I’m fine,” Jihoon snaps. You recoil a bit at this, frowning, and Jihoon feels a twinge of guilt. It doesn’t stick though, because the big oaf is back to bothering you.

“Are you coming to the party tomorrow Y/Nnie?” He asks you.

“What party?”

“The one at Sigma Beta Tau.”

Jihoon knows what party Mingyu is talking about. SVT is the frat that Seungcheol is the president of. Fraternities aren’t really something Jihoon is interested in but it makes Seungcheol happy so Jihoon can’t complain. Not that Jihoon cares, but he listens for your answer. Just so he knows if he has to avoid you or not.

“I don’t know Gyu…”

“Please! C’mon Jihoon, tell Y/N to come.”

“Don’t drag me into this,” Jihoon grumbles.

“Well are you going to be there Hoon-ah?” You ask him. Your eyes are wide and sweet and Jihoon wants to smack that look off your face.

He’s about to spit out a it’s none of your business but your stupid puppy dog eyes are just too persuasive. “Yeah. You should uh, come too.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll think about it.” You shoot him a smile that’s too bright for Jihoon’s liking. With the conversation out of the way you smack Mingyu’s hands away so you can eat and Jihoon smirks a bit at that.

The smirk is wiped off his face when Mingyu decides to talk again. “Hey, is that Y/N hoodie?”

You and Jihoon both whip your heads to look at the sweatshirt on Jihoon’s body. Right, he left in such a hurry he never changed out of it.

“Oh uh, you can have it back.” Jihoon goes to take off the hoodie but you stop him.

“No, it’s okay. I have plenty of others. You look good in it as well.” You wink at him like you did last night and Jihoon feels his face get hot. Probably from the dining hall ovens.

Mingyu seems to notice Jihoon’s flush as well and glares at the older boy, Jihoon glares back. You don’t notice the tension between the two and Jihoon can't tell if that's a good or bad thing.

The frat house is loud and hot. It’s overwhelming and you can’t remember why you agreed to come. You weave in between bodies with a cup of soju mixed with some kind of fruit juice in your hand. You’ve barely taken a sip out of it and you’re just looking for a place where you can sit.

The upstairs front room is less busy than the downstairs living room and there’s a few empty spaces on the couch. Also on the couch is one Lee Jihoon. Right, that’s why you agreed to come.

You happily bounce over to the couch, a new vigor inside you now that you’ve laid your sight on the boy. You take the seat next to him and right away he turns to address you.

“You came.”

“Yeah! Kind of regretting it though,” you chuckle a bit.

“Are you not having fun?” Genuine concern laces Jihoon’s voice.

“Parties just aren’t my thing. I get too overstimulated,” you explain as you fiddle with the rim of your cup. “Nothing against Seungcheol at all, it’s all parties in general.”

“Well come on.” Jihoon is standing and offering his hand out to you. You stall for a moment but then grab onto his outreached limb, letting him pull you away from the party. He tugs you upstairs into the restricted area.

“Can we be here?” You ask in a low voice, afraid to get caught. Jihoon laughs a bit at you.

“Yeah, Seungcheol lets me up here during parties, not worries.” Jihoon opens a door and pulls you inside. Right away you can tell the room belongs to the frat president himself. The room just screams CHOI SEUNGCHEOL.

Once inside you notice how quieter it is. You automatically feel a lot more at peace. Jihoon gestures for you to join him on the bed and reluctantly you climb on.

“What movie do you want to watch?” Jihoon asks as he turns on the TV and pulls up Netflix. You two settle on a random animated kids movie that’s saved in Seungcheol’s “My List” for whatever reason.

You remember you’re still holding your cup and you try to take a drink only to recoil back again. “Eugh.”

“Switch me.” Jihoon holds out his own cup. “It’s just Cola I promise.”

You give him your cup and take his, taking a drink and humming pleased at the taste of the sweet, bubbly soda. You look over at Jihoon who’s drinking out of the cup with alcohol and when he brings the cup away from his lips you nudge your shoulder into his. “Don’t get drunk on me again.”

Jihoon flushes at this and you pretend not to notice to save him from the embarrassment. “I promise I don’t usually drink, especially not like that.”

“Don’t worry Hoon-ah, I believe you.”

A comfortable silence falls between you guys as you focus on the movie. Without meaning to your eyelids start to droop and soon you fall into a slumber.

Jihoon doesn’t realize you’ve fallen asleep until it gets a little too quiet. He looks over to see your eyes closed, your mouth open just a bit as your chest rises and falls. Jihoon knows he shouldn’t stare but he can’t help it. You look so sweet and peaceful when you’re sleeping. Your features are soft and your normal demanding presence is replaced with one of being small and calm.

You stir a bit and Jihoon is afraid you’ve caught him staring but instead you just shift. Your head falls onto Jihoon’s shoulder and your arms move to wrap around his torso. Jihoon tenses up, but then slowly unstiffens at the way you nuzzle into him. God you really are just a puppy aren’t you.

Jihoon wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his side even more. This doesn’t mean he likes you, it’s just only fair that you get a good sleep after you let him sleep in class the other day. If Jihoon’s heart flutters at the way you cling onto his shirt, well he pretends he doesn’t notice it.

Jihoon is starting to doze off himself when the door to Seungcheol’s room opens and the tenant of the room walks in.

“Ew are you having sex in my bed?” Seungcheol shouts as he only saw two bodies on his bed before he squeezed his eyes shut.

“No!” Jihoon hisses. “Be quiet, they’re sleeping.” Your body has compacted itself even more so your knees are drawn to your chest as you hug Jihoon tightly.

Seungcheol slowly removes his hand from his eyes to look at his best friend sitting on his bed, his puppy curled up on his side. Seungcheol’s face softens at the sight before it turns into confusion. “Wait, I thought you didn’t like them.”

“I don’t,” Jihoon insists without giving any more explanation, leaving Seungcheol even more confused.

“Well can you get out of my room?”

Jihoon sighs. He really hates to wake you up. He starts off by removing your arms from his body. When he’s standing and fully stretched out he shakes you gently. You stir a bit and your face scrunches up before your eyes blink a bit open. You rub at your eyes and squint up at Jihoon and in a moment of weakness he finds you adorable. It only takes him a second to come to his senses though.

“We’re being kicked out. C’mon.” Jihoon helps you crawl off the bed. He supports your weight as you guys walk downstairs and to the front porch of the frat building. You’re still half asleep on your feet but you still have to get home. He then turns his back to you and squats down a bit. “Hop on.”

You don’t question it and clamber onto his back. Jihoon is surprisingly strong and is able to carry you across campus without a hassle. He’s about to bring you to your dorm before he realizes he doesn’t know what floor or room you live in. He’s not going to leave you alone though so there’s only one more option.

You’re fully asleep on Jihoon’s back by the time he gets into his dorm. He can feel your warm breath against his neck as he moves into his room. He lets you down onto the bed and pulls the covers onto you but as he goes to leave you grab his arm. Jihoon feels a wave of deja vu but he can’t dwell on it because you’re tugging on his arm.

“Can Jihoonie stay?” Your voice is quiet and shy and a bit slurred from sleep. Jihoon’s heart thumps in his chest. You’ve never called him Jihoonie before, it’s always either Jihoon or Hoon-ah. Normally he hates it when people call him the silly nickname, but he can’t help but like the way it sounds coming from your lips.

“I shouldn’t,” Jihoon tells you, despite wanting to crawl right into bed with you, stealing your body warmth for himself.

“Okay,” you mumble sadly. Jihoon is a bit surprised (disappointed) you give up so easily. Your hand doesn’t let go of Jihoon though. You tug a bit harder and Jihoon is bending down to meet your demands. “Thanks for taking care of me jagiya.” You try to press a kiss onto his cheek but you’re still a bit disoriented and it lands on the corner of his mouth instead and butterflies erupt in Jihoon’s stomach.

Jihoon doesn’t sleep. He lays on the couch the whole night, staring up at the dark ceiling. He doesn’t know what to do. How to feel.

How is it possible that you’ve wormed your way into his heart? When did he stop being annoyed by your presence and started to enjoy it?

Jihoon knows he doesn’t deserve you. He’s been nothing but rude to you, but you stay loyal. You’re so sickeningly sweet and Jihoon is more bitter than the black coffee he loves to drink. Every chance he’s given Jihoon is rude to you. He isn’t allowed to feel this way about you, it's not fair.

He’s still beating himself up when he hears the cry coming from his room. He’s up in an instant and at the door. His hand stutters as he goes to reach for the handle but he persists through when he hears you cry out again.

Jihoon’s heart breaks when he sees you. Tear tracks stain your face and your body is shaking as you cling onto the covers. You’ve never looked so meek in your life. Jihoon is at your side instantly as he reaches out to grab your arm with one hair and to pet your hair with the other.

“Y/N. Y/N, baby, wake up.” It barely registers in his mind that he called you baby, too focused on stopping your nightmare. You wake up after a couple more seconds. Tears are still coming down your face and you sniffle a bit as you look up at Jihoon.

“H-hoonie?”

“Hey baby, it’s okay. You’re safe now.” Jihoon pushes you over a bit so he can crawl into bed next to you. He wraps you up in his arms and you promptly bury your face into his neck. Your breath is still shaky and your hands grip onto him tightly but Jihoon doesn’t mind, he just rubs your back soothingly.

It doesn’t take long for you to fall back asleep, your face more peaceful this time now that you’re in Jihoon’s protective arms. He knows he shouldn’t be holding you like this, he shouldn’t be here laying in bed with you, but tonight, he can be selfish.

When he wakes up his bed is cold and empty and Jihoon can’t help but feel a bit disappointed. It takes him a moment to fully wake up and roll out of bed. Without thinking he throws your hoodie on and shuffles into the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen he sees the small blue sticky note on the counter. Scrawled in your handwriting is Good morning Jihoon! I had to run but I made you breakfast (it's in the microwave), text me if you need anything else! - Y/N ♡

There you go again, taking care of Jihoon. For the first time ever Jihoon feels guilty for taking advantage of your kindness. You had a rough night and you’re still the one waking up and making Jihoon breakfast. He moves over to the microwave and opens it to see a bowl of breakfast fried rice with two big slices of ham on top.

Jihoon is just digging into his breakfast when the door opens and Soonyoung stumbles in.

“What’s your problem?” Jihoon grunts.

“Hungover,” Soonyoung mutters before he goes digging through the cupboards for painkillers. “Spent the night at Wonwoo’s.” He downs his water and the pills before sitting down at the counter. The sticky note catches his eyes and he looks at it. “Y/N was over last night?”

“Uh yeah, after the party.”

“Oh good you and Y/Nnie are getting along now!”

Jihoon sputters over his words, not quite sure what he should say. “We, I-, it’s not like that.”

“Like what?” Soonyoung reaches over and steals the last bit of ham in Jihoon’s bowl. Jihoon is too focused on trying to figure out what he’s saying to yell at his roommate.

“It didn’t mean anything. I was just being nice.”

“That’s still a step forward. You’re never nice to Y/N.” Soonyoung’s words have Jihoon’s stomach rolling. Why is he never nice to you? When did he decide that your doting and kindness was annoying instead of sweet?

There’s nothing special to Jihoon or his relationship with you. You guys met in high school and ran in different circles but you would still regularly bump into each other with shared classes and school events and club activities. Jihoon never found you special, just another stranger he was forced to be around.

Back in high school you didn’t bother Jihoon much. It wasn’t until your freshman year of college that you decided to start following him around. It was then that Jihoon decided your constant presence was bothersome. Oh how wrong he was.

Jihoon’s eyes flit back down to your note. He opens his phone and searches for your number. It’s buried in his contacts and when he clicks on your guys’ text conversation his heart clenches at the sight. Albeit there isn’t much there, most likely because Jihoon has never responded to any of the messages you’ve sent. The last one is from over nine months ago, you seemingly giving up on trying to text him.

His fingers itch to text you, to send you a message, but he stops himself. He shouldn’t bother you when you’re out doing something. It’s not fair to you for him to call on you when you’re busy, because he knows if he does, you’ll come running to him. Just like a dog when their owner calls them to come.

The rest of the day Jihoon can’t stop thinking about you. About your sparkling eyes and smiling mouth and soft body and-

Jihoon is going to drive himself insane thinking about you.

It’s wrong. Wrong for him to think about you in that way. To think that he can have you when you deserve much better. It’s not fair for him to want you when all he’s done is push you away.

But how can he not want you? Want your water bottle offerings and your soft sweatshirts and your home cooked meals and your soft humming. What has Jihoon been missing out on? Your warm cuddles and the way you call him ‘jagiya’ and little handwritten notes with hearts at the end.

Jihoon’s mind is spinning. It seems like in a matter of a night he’s gone from hating you to wanting you to be his. He wants you in his life, he wants all of your quirks and your doting and your sickly sweet personality.

He’s been a fool to think of you as anything but amazing. All those times pushing you away, was it because he knew deep down? Knew that if he let you in he would be falling head over heels for you.

You practically already act like Jihoon is your boyfriend. You never scold him when he stays up too late but you gently push him to take care of himself. You always treat him right, letting him copy your homework when he forgets about it in lieu of a long night of producing. Nothing would really change if you became his S/O.

Guilt creeps up Jihoon’s back and bites at his brain though. He wants all of that, wants you, but he doesn’t deserve you. He’s been horrible to you over and over again and you’ve been nothing but nice. Why does he think he can get you now that he’s finally shaped up? All of his past relationships have ended in a big giant fail, most on his part. What if he does the same with you?

You need someone who can be just as sweet as you. Someone who will give you as much as you give them. It’s not fair for Jihoon to expect you to continue giving to him while he doesn’t know if he can give you the same back. But god does he want you so badly. What is he going to do?

The next time you and Jihoon run into each other is your morning Monday class, Intro to Music Business.

“Hoon-ah!” You call for him and Jihoon’s heart bursts at your smiling face. How has he denied you for so long?

Jihoon quickly makes his way to your side and without saying anything he pulls you into his arms. He buries his face into your neck and holds you tight against him. Your body stiffens at first but relaxes and you wrap your own limbs around him. Jihoon finds that he likes the smell of your shampoo, it’s comforting.

“Jihoon? Are you okay?” Your voice is low in his ear as your hands play with the hair at the nape of his neck. You and Jihoon have actually never hugged before and you’re worried something is wrong.

“Mhmm,” Jihoon hums. “Just wanted a hug.” He pulls away before sitting in his chair. You’re still a little dumbfounded but sit down next to him nonetheless. The whole class you notice how close Jihoon is sitting next to you. Normally he likes his space and leans away from you but today he leans towards you, his knee knocking into yours occasionally.

When you guys walk out of class Jihoon is about to say goodbye to you but you stop him. “Actually my next class got canceled for today. Could I uh, eat lunch with you and your friends? You can say no but-”

“Of course you can.” Jihoon smiles at you and your heart melts a bit. How is he so adorable?

You two walk to the dining hall where Jihoon’s friends are already deep in a conversation. You know all of them but you wouldn’t say you know any of them besides Soonyoung. Jihoon sits and you go over to the food area to get two plates before coming back to the table, sitting in between Jihoon and Joshua. You give Jihoon his plate and he smiles at you gratefully before digging in.

“Hey Y/N!” Soonyoung’s bright smile nearly rivals yours. “I have never seen you on Monday before.”

“Ah, I normally have class,” you explain.

After that nobody really pays mind to you. You don’t care too much but it’s a bit awkward sitting with all of the boys as they basically ignore your existence. If it wasn’t for Jihoon’s thigh touching yours you wouldn’t even be able to tell that anyone remembered you were there.

You pull out your phone to scroll through social media. You laugh to yourself when you see a funny TikTok about music majors. You look over at Jihoon who looks lost at the conversation going on so you nudge him a bit.

“Hoon-ah, look at this,” you tell Jihoon. It reminds him of a puppy asking their owner to play with them. Jihoon doesn’t mind, just leaning into you so he can look at your phone. He knows the guys are watching the way your heads touch as you hunch over the phone but he doesn’t really care.

Even after you guys are done watching the TikTok you wanted to show Jihoon, he still keeps his chin resting on your shoulder as you continue to scroll through your feed. Jihoon likes being able to feel the heat radiating off your body, absorbing your warmth for himself. He’s itching to just wrap his arms around your torso but he won’t let him, afraid to cross any boundaries and make you uncomfortable. Instead he opts to play with your hand, just like Mingyu was doing the other day. This is different though, this is him doing it, instead of that stupid giant.

You both are finished eating and your next class isn’t for another hour. A few of his friends disperse but the others stay at the table, talking about whatever topic they find interesting. The table is down to just you, Jihoon, Soonyoung, Wonwoo, and Jeonghan when Seungkwan and Seokmin walk up.

“Y/Nnie!” Seokmin calls. You look up from your phone to see the two boys staring down at you.

“Min, Kwan! Hi!” You smile up at them and Jihoon swears that if you had a tail it would be wagging right now.

“You probably ate but do you want to come sit with us?” Seungkwan asks.

You pull away from Jihoon to look at him with big pleading eyes, like you’re asking him permission to go sit with your friends. “I don’t mind. I’ll catch you in class, right?”

“Stay in the dining hall and we can walk over together, okay?” You stand up and grab your back before shooting a smile at Jihoon. Jihoon watches you start up an animated conversation with your friends as you go to sit with them.

“Jihoon what the hell was that?” Jeonghan asks.

“It looks like the owner has gotten just as attached to the puppy,” Wonwoo teases. “Am I right Hoon-ah?” Jihoon glares at Wonwoo for ruining your nickname for him.

“Shut up, all of you,” Jihoon grumbles. He wonders if it would be weird if he ditched his friends just so he could go sit with you and your friends.

“Does this have anything to do with Sunday morning?”

“Oh what happened Sunday morning?”

"Well Sunday morning-"

“Who are you guys? Joshua? Shut up about Sunday morning,” Jihoon snaps.

To Jihoon’s annoyance though, Soonyoung doesn’t shut up. “Apparently Y/Nnie spent the night and then they made Jihoon a nice breakfast and left him an adorable note.” The other boys coo at Jihoon which has his blood boiling even more.

“I just realized some shit okay.”

“Realized what? That you’re done being a dick and now you want them? Yeah good luck with that one,” Wonwoo snorts. Jihoon glares at Wonwoo, but this time he can’t help but feel like there is some weight to his words.

Everything blows up the next Thursday.

To Jihoon, it’s inevitable, but it doesn’t make it any easier.

You guys are at lunch again. Your friends are sitting at the table next to his so you guys are still close to one another. Jihoon keeps glancing over at you and every time he does, you’re staring right back. It has him flustered like a shy schoolboy. He’s never felt like this before.

The past couple of day’s Jihoon has been more receptive to you. Not as much as you are to him, but still it’s a start. At the end of the day Jihoon’s mind still spins thinking about you and his feelings for you. How much he’s infatuated with you, and in turn how much he shouldn’t be.

He’s started to text you, which is new, but nice. You’re actually texting each other right now. He can hear you giggling at your table everytime he sends something you think is humorous.

Everything seems okay, that is until Kim Mingyu happens. Kim fucking Mingyu. Who Jihoon has found, he doesn’t like that much, or at all.

“Jihoon-ssi,” the booming voice has Jihoon looking up from where he’s responding to your text. It’s the big guy who’s addressing him, a glare on his face as he stands.

“Gyu, stop.” Your voice is soft but Jihoon still hears you, sees the way you grab at Mingyu’s forearm to get him to sit back down.

“Stop fucking around with Y/N. We only know you’re using them, so just cut the shit okay.”

“Mingyu!” You hiss. “Sit back down right now.”

“No, I’m tired of seeing him play with your emotions and treat you like shit all the time. You’re the best person to walk this goddamn Earth and he can’t even give you the time of day!” Jihoon wonders how Mingyu knows all this. They’ve barely interacted at all, so that means that you’re telling him yourself how poorly Jihoon treats you. His stomach stirs.

“Do not yell at me,” you growl, “and do not talk about Jihoon like that.”

“Well then stop simping over him! He doesn’t like you like that!”

“Shut up Kim Mingyu.” Jihoon has never seen your eyes so sharp and glaring before. Your harsh gaze bores into Mingyu like you guys are having a silent argument through your eyes.

“Loyal and protective,” Jihoon hears Wonwoo whisper, that teasing tone in his voice again. That’s what makes everything inside of Jihoon snap.

Mingyu is right. It’s not fair of him to treat you like shit while you do nothing but give him kindness. You’re always so loyal to him, no matter what. You deserve something better. Someone better. Someone who’s not him. Jihoon has wracked his mind time after time wondering why you picked him, why you were always so kind to him and kept giving him chance after chance. Why do you never give up on him? It’s unfair of him to make you deal with him continually. Someone as precious as you needs someone other than Jihoon.

In order for you to let go, he has to cut you off. Hurting you now will be much better than hurting you later.

“Yah! Kim Mingyu!” Jihoon’s voice snaps both of your stares away from each other to Jihoon. “You’re right, I am using Y/N. They’re so pathetic thinking that I’ll ever like them back. Not to mention they’re just so goddamn annoying. The incessant bothering me and doting on me. I’ll be glad for them leave me the fuck alone.” Jihoon’s words are laced with malice as he snarls them out. Your body is cowering back in your seat, trying to make yourself small, trying to ignore the tears welling up in your eyes. “I pray for the day I never have to see Y/N again.” With his final words spat out Jihoon grabs his back and storms out of the dining hall.

His chest tightens as he does. His heart aches, making it hard to breathe. He tried to think about anything other than the words he just yelled. Other than the look on your face. This is what he’s wanted for years, so why does it hurt so much right now? He had to do it, so you can be happy. That’s what he tells himself at least.

Jihoon hates the way he can feel you missing from his life. You don’t sit by him in class anymore, don’t even look at him. It also makes Jihoon realize how much he relied on you. When he falls asleep in class he doesn’t have a way to get the notes. When he eats lunch on Friday your guys’ table feels a little too empty by himself. When he walks to class he misses the way you would blabber about everything. It’s not just that either, it’s everything.

It seems like the universe is out to get him because he can’t stop thinking about you. Even things that shouldn’t remind you of him do. Even the stupid cookie Soonyoung brings him reminds him of you. It’s your favorite flavor and Jihoon has to stop and think about how he knows that. How does he know that? Since when does he know you so well? All that time listening to you blabber about stupid things, maybe Jihoon wasn’t blocking you out as much as he thought he was.

It pains Jihoon’s heart. His mind keeps flashing to the pained look on your face before he turned his back on you. He spends most of his time in class staring at you, willing for you to look at him just once. You never do.

He misses you. He wishes you would come back. You can only kick a dog so many times before it stops coming home though.

You make an effort to avoid Jihoon, he can tell, and he doesn’t blame you. It doesn’t stop him from wishing you’d be by his side though. He just wants to see you. See your soft eyes and sweet smile.

Jihoon gets the opportunity, but not in the way he was hoping.

“Mingyu-ah!” Jihoon recognizes the voice but this time it’s not calling for him. You blur past him as you run to the taller boy and launch yourself into his arms. He catches you and sweeps you up into a big hug. You giggle as he presses quick little kisses into your face.

Jihoon’s whole body stops moving. When did this happen? Since when is Kim fucking Mingyu the object of your affections?

Jihoon knows. He knows he’s not allowed to have feelings about your current relationship, but the sight of you and the younger boy makes his stomach churn and his chest tighten.

Mingyu lets you slide down his front, your feet landing on the ground again. You stay on your tiptoes though, as Mingyu leans down and captures your lips against his. You hold his big head in your hands and his hands rests on your waist. The sight makes Jihoon disgusted. He wants to go and tear Mingyu’s hands off of you. As much as Jihoon doesn’t deserve you, neither does Kim Mingyu.

“Leave them be.” The new voice makes Jihoon jump a bit and a scowl sits on his face as he turns to see Soonyoung. “Look how happy they are. Look at the way Mingyu loves them back. You don’t get to ruin that Jihoon.”

“Shut up Soonyoung,” Jihoon growls.

“You’re just mad because I’m right. You’re the one who denied Y/N for years and then chased them off. I don’t care if you’re suddenly in love with them or whatever you’ve got going on, but keep it to yourself. You’ve already hurt Y/N enough.”

With that Soonyoung turns and leaves, leaving Jihoon alone with his thoughts once again.

The next time Jihoon has to witness you and your boyfriend together is at another frat party. You’re all that’s been on Jihoon’s mind. He’s constantly at battle with himself, going between how this is better for you, but thinking about how much he misses you, how much he regrets hurting you. It takes all of his resistance not to text you. To stop you after class. To do anything to get you to interact with him.

He came to the party in hopes to run into you but also to try and get drunk to get his mind off of you. It’s complicated. He’s not even drunk though as he makes his way to the bathroom. He passes one of the hallway closets but stops. Jihoon’s stomach rolls as he hears your voice accompanied by loud kissing noises.

“Mingyu~” you whine. “Stop, we can’t do this. Not here.”

“I promise nobody will catch us.” The kissing noises continue.

“We really should stop Gyu. Doing this in here is…dirty.” You let out a gasp. Jihoon doesn’t know what happened but his blood still boils over it.

He hears you continue to protest while the kissing noises continue. Jihoon can’t take it anymore and he storms over to the door and throws it open. You and Mingyu both look shocked to see the intrusion. Mingyu’s mouth is close to your neck and one of his hands is on your ass as the other looks like it’s on its way down your pants.

“They said stop,” Jihoon growls. He grabs your arm and pulls you to his side. He puffs his chest out as if to scare Mingyu away, even though there’s over a 20cm difference between their heights.

“Hey it wasn’t like that, I promise. We-”

“Were just messing around? Yeah and what if Y/N didn’t take it as a joke? They already don’t like parties and now you’re crowding them out in a fucking closet-”

“Jihoon, it’s okay,” you assure the older boy. Your warm hand burns into his shoulder. “I know Mingyu wouldn’t do anything like that.”

“It doesn’t matter if it was just playful. You said stop and he didn’t. Come on, I’m walking you back to your dorm.” Jihoon turns and grabs your arm again so you can follow along with him.

“Hey, that's my partner!” Mingyu calls after Jihoon as he starts to pull you away.

“Too bad. Don’t follow us.” With that Jihoon pulls you out of the frat all together and closes the door in Mingyu’s face. He doesn’t let go of your arm as you guys make your way back to your dorms.

“What was that about Hoon-ah?” You ask the older boy with an exasperated sigh. Jihoon knows you’re mad at him, but he still relishes in the way you use the nickname on him.

“He didn’t respect your space. Guys like him are trouble Y/N. They don’t want anything other than sex,” Jihoon explains. It kills him to think about you and Mingyu in that way. That you guys are doing more than just kissing every once and a while. That Mingyu can put his hands all over you everywhere and that you let him.

“Maybe that’s what I want Jihoon.” The way you say his name is cruel and impatient.

Your words make Jihoon stop in his tracks. “Don’t say that.”

“Say what? That I want to have sex with my boyfriend.”

“That you want him to use you,” Jihoon snaps. “You deserve better than that.”

“Like you? Last time I checked you aren’t the most upstanding gentlemen either. At least I know Mingyu likes me back. Just leave me alone Jihoon,” you sigh as you push past Jihoon. He hates being treated like this. At least by you. Is this how you felt for the past two years?

Jihoon can’t get his body to move. He watched the way your back retreats, getting smaller and smaller. His feet are stuck to the ground and his throat is dry. Why can’t he do anything?

It’s not until you’re already inside your dorm building that Jihoon can find his voice. “I’m sorry Y/N…”

Jihoon thinks he’s hallucinating when he sees you crying alone on a bench on campus. It’s later in the evening and there’s a bite in the air but you’re in just a t-shirt and jeans as you sob into your hands. Jihoon doesn’t know what to do. Are you going to be even more upset if he approached you? But it would be wrong to leave you here crying all alone, vulnerable. He’s already done too many wrong things when it comes to you, so he decides to walk up to you.

“Y/N?” He gingerly rests his hand on your back and you look up at him. It reminds him of the night wherever everything really started. The night when you had your nightmare and Jihoon held you all night.

Jihoon wants to wipe your tears away but he stops himself. He doesn’t know if you’re going to be upset seeing him. “Jihoon,” you sob out. “I broke up with Mingyu.”

“Oh.” Jihoon sits down and pulls you into his arms. You sob into his shirt. He lets you. He rubs circles into your back, trying to calm you down the best he can. He ignores his slight happiness at the fact you and Mingyu are broken up. He can’t focus on it when you’re obviously in pain.

“I’m not crying because I broke up with Mingyu though,” you say through sniffles.

“Oh…well…why are you crying?” Jihoon’s words are slow and calculated, afraid that he’s going to set you off if he says the wrong thing.

“Because of you dumbass.”

“Oh.”

“Will you stop saying ‘oh’!” Your tears have stopped but your face is still buried in Jihoon’s chest. “You’re really stupid you know that.”

“Yeah, I’ve been realizing that lately. So…do you want to talk about it?”

“Yes. But I also hate you right now.”

“I know,” Jihoon tells you as he helps you stand. “Come on, it’s cold out.” He grabs your bag and throws it over his shoulder as he takes your hand in his. He guides you through the campus until he comes to his dorm. You don’t say anything as you ride up the elevator to his dorm or as he shuffles you into his room.

You automatically climb into his bed and bury yourself under the covers to try and gain your heat back. Jihoon scooches you over so he can climb in with you and you rest your head on his chest. Jihoon’s arms automatically wrap around you and to Jihoon it just feels right.

“I already told you I hate you right?”

“Yes.”

“Okay good, I just need you to know that before I say the next thing.” You’re glad you don’t have to look at him because you’re not sure if you would be able to do this if you were looking at his face. “I think I’m in love with you. But I know you don’t like me like that. You probably don’t even consider me a friend. I know I’m annoying, and not just because you said it, like I know I’m annoying, and I’m sorry that you’ve had to deal with me for so long. I-”

“Shut up.” Jihoon tells you, his hand coming to play with your hair. “You’re not annoying, I’m just mean. You’re nothing but sweet and caring and the best person I’ve ever met. You do nothing but take care of me and in all honesty you’re way out of my league. Remember that night I got super drunk?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t drink, like ever, but god I needed a drink that night. Being with you the whole night made me feel some sort of way and it scared me. Then after the frat party I was completely gone. I realized just how amazing you are and how awful I’ve been.”

“That is something we can agree on,” you snort.

“And then when Mingyu confronted me I realized just how much I’ve been hurting you. It dawned on me that you are worth so much more than I was seeing and that it wasn’t fair for me to want you to be mine when I couldn’t even treat you properly. And I was scared. You’re so precious and what if I did even more things wrong and broke you to pieces? What if it didn’t work out? You never gave up on me, but what if one day you did, what would I do then? So I said a bunch of shit that I didn’t believe because I thought it would be better for you if you finally let go of me. But then it killed me to see you with Mingyu.”

“Do you know why I broke up with Mingyu?”

“No.”

“He’s been on me for months now about you. When you, uh, yelled at me, he was saying all this shit about how like he’s so much better than you and shit. He told me to give him a chance to see how I should be treated properly. So we went on a date and I love Gyu, but only as a friend. It just didn’t feel right for him and I could tell he was really only doing it to get back at you or something so yeah. I guess neither of our hearts were in it.” You’re not cold anymore but you don’t want to move out of Jihoon’s arms. Even if you wanted to, you don’t think that Jihoon is going to let go of you that easily.

“You deserve so much more than me and Mingyu combined. I hope you know that.”

“Do you know why I like you so much?”

“Because I was the only familiar face in a new place?”

You chuckle a bit at that. “No, but that didn’t hurt. It’s because you’re literally so perfect Jihoon. You’re talented and attractive and you have a big heart. Remember in high school when that dick dumped his whole tray of food on Sungho’s head and homework? You checked on Sungho first and then chewed out that guy for like twenty minutes. You’ve always just been so admirable and I was so excited to see you here and have the chance to get to know you, but I guess I went a little overboard. I’m sorry for any trouble I’ve caused you. If you really want me to leave you alone now, I understand.”

“No!” Jihoon sits up causing you to tumble off his chest. You’re about to scold him but when you look at him he’s staring at you with passion in his eyes. “I never want you to leave me alone. I love when we eat lunch together and when you make me study with you and when you tell me about your day. There was this warmth in my chest when we went to go see those bands together and when we watched the movie together in Seungcheol’s room. I know that I’ve hurt you and that I’ve been nothing but rude and dismissive to you but I want you in my life. I don’t care if you act like my dog all the time, I want you to be mine.”

“Did you just call me a dog?”

“No!” Jihoon yells in frustration, not at you but at himself. “Ugh I just- it’s this thing Wonwoo keeps saying. He says you act like my puppy or something.”

“Your puppy huh? I kinda like the sound of that.” You grin at Jihoon and he flushes. God the effect you have on him. “So does this mean you like me back?”

“Y-yes,” Jihoon stutters. Why is this so embarrassing to admit? “And I want you to be mine but you deserve-”

Jihoon is cut off by your lips pressing against his. This kiss is even better than the one you gave him the night you slept in his bed. Jihoon grabs your face automatically and reciprocates the kiss fully. Before Jihoon can really appreciate the kiss you’re pulling away from him, resting your forehead against his.

“Sorry for kissing you without asking.” You’re a little breathless, Jihoon is too. “But you really need to learn when to shut up. I want you Jihoon. Nobody else. You’re sweet, I know you are. We’ll work things out, okay?”

“Okay,” Jihoon murmurs. He’s staring at your lips. He wants to kiss you again. “Kiss me again?”

“And you say I’m the dog.”

“Oh shut up.”

“Make me.” He does.

“You guys are gross,” Jeonghan tells you and Jihoon when he sits down at lunch on Tuesday. You guys are sitting side by side, Jihoon’s hand rests on your thigh as you lean into his shoulder.

“They’re in love, Hannie,” Jun tells the elder. “Let them be happy.”

“I didn’t realize Jihoon getting a partner would mean he would become a simp,” Jeonghan says.

“At least I can get a partner,” Jihoon quips back.

“Barely,” Wonwoo snorts.

“Y/N! Heard you dumped Mingyu’s sorry ass. HA!” Your friends come bounding up to the table. It’s Minghao who’s yelling at you. You groan and bury your face in Jihoon’s neck.

“Wait! Are you two?” Seokmin’s eyes flit between you and your boyfriend. “Finally! Y/N’s pining was getting a little too pathetic.”

“Seokmin!” Your head shoots up to glare at the boy. You turn to your boyfriend. “Don’t listen to them. I really wasn’t that bad. I didn’t even start having a crush on you until like a couple months ago and-”

Jihoon cuts your rambling off. “You’re cute, you know that.”

You blush at this. Your stupid boyfriend can get you so flustered. He flusters you even more when he cups your face and presses a kiss against your lips. In front of yours and his friends.

“Jihoon,” you whine when he pulls away.

“Come on, let’s get to class.” He grabs your hand and stands up. Your class doesn’t start for another thirty minutes but Jihoon wants some time alone with just you.

“Taking the puppy for a walk?” Wonwoo smirks. He knows that you know about the puppy jokes now.

“Walking my partner to class.”

“It’s okay Hoon-ah. Wonwoo’s just jealous he doesn’t have any game.” You smile innocently and with that you flounce off, pulling Jihoon in tow. When you guys are outside Jihoon stops and pulls you into his arms.

“Have I told you how lucky I am to call you mine?” He murmurs into your ear.

“Maybe,” you giggle, “but tell me again?”

“I am the luckiest man on earth to call you mine. I love you so much.”

“I love you too Hoon-ah.” You lean in to kiss him.

Jihoon happily accepts the kiss, melting into you. He can’t get enough of this. Despite all of Wonwoo’s teasing, it's all worth it. His puppy dog partner.

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ꨄFavorite Professorꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere College Au

❦Never give a low score to a delinquent❦

Sanzu Haruchiyo & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread!

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

Japanese language is red

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There will be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Favorite Professor

Y/n meets the stoic gaze that doesn’t match the hostile aura of the male standing at her desk.

“What is this?” Her student known as Haitani Rindo asks, shoving his phone in her face as she eyes the screen. She leans over her desk as she crosses her legs, interlocking her hands.

“Ah yes, your midterm exam? I’ve actually wanted to talk to you about your dropping score, Mr. Haitani. I’m concerned as you used to be one of the highest graded students along with your friend Mr. Akashi. What happened?”

“What do you mean what happened? Obviously, your grading skills are lacking.” He states calmly. Her eyes widen slightly at the deflection before returning to her normal gaze out of professionalism.

“I assure you that my years of schooling and even being accepted in this profession was not in vain. It’s not my place to say, but usually when situations like this occur, there’s a distraction going on outside of the classroom.” She responds, only for him to glare at her before crossing his arms. She sighs.

“Mr. Haitani, the only thing you can do is try to achieve a higher grade with the assignments and final. I also have extra credit discussion boards posted online for your submission.”

He only narrows his eyes at her before walking away from the desk, the chill in her spine leaving along with the energy that follows him. She breathes out a sigh before returning to her laptop, completing her work.

Rin walks side by side with his brother and Sanzu as they head to the cafeteria.

“Didn’t go well?.” Ran chuckles as he observes his brother’s body language. He ignores him as they walk through the doors, irritation engulfing him as he thinks about the professor’s words.

“Wanna do something about it?” Sanzu smirks. The younger Haitani side glances at his friend, giving a thought to what those words could mean.

The next day, Y/n sits at her desk that morning, eyeing her screen as she types on the keyboard. She halts her movements as she sees the younger Haitani walking in with a coffee cup in hand.

“Hello, Professor. I wanted to apologize for my outburst yesterday. I was disappointed with the grade and took it out on you. Please accept this coffee as my gratitude for your leniency on my actions.” He says with a sincere look as he hands her the coffee. Her eyes widen at the gesture as she takes the coffee.

“Thank you for that, Mr. Haitani. That’s very mature of you.” She responds smiling as she sips from the cup. He nods, a smirk forming as he sits in his seat, to her confusion though she ignores it and minds her business.

Thirty minutes later, she finishes the coffee, eyeing the clock and seeing that she has an hour and a half before she lectures her first class. She’s usually at the university about two to three hours before to create her lectures and make sure everything is set in place for her classes, which is why the coffee was a nice surprise. His presence wasn’t so bad besides the chilling feeling of eyes observing her, but thats probably just her imagination.

A few minutes passed and sweat began to form as she started breathing heavily. A heated feeling builds in her core as her body begins to tingle. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as her body tenses. Wetness forms as she squeezes her legs together, her clit gaining a heartbeat as her nipples harden. Her hands start trembling as anxious thoughts take over.

What’s going on? What’s happening to me?

“How was your coffee, Professor?” Rin smirks as he walks from his seat, two of her students walking in to the room before they stand in front of her desk, one holding a baton.

“What is this? What did you do to me?” She questions with shaky words.

Before anything else is said, Sanzu sits at one of the seats in the auditorium closest to her desk as he props the phone up, yet doesn’t hit record until it’s the correct time.

Ran walks behind her desk, swinging her over his shoulder as Rin shoves everything off of her desk. She hits Ran’s back as she kicks her feet, growling curses as she’s suddenly dropped on the desk resulting in pain for her bottom and backside.

Both men force her on her stomach as her feet hit the ground.

“We should’ve drugged her with more than the aphrodisiac.” Sanzu states as he crosses a leg, his face in his palms as his elbows meet the table.

“We need her awake for this to work.” Ran responds, lazily smiling as he pulls her skirt up, showing her panties. She gasps as she attempts to break free from Rin’s hold on her back and wrists.

“If you keep struggling, we’ll have to knock you out for a bit. Do you want that?” Rin asks, smirking at her distressed state. She shakes her head as she attempts to relax her shaking body.

“Th-this! Whatever this is, it’s not okay! The dean…!”

She screams as a painful sensation forms after a smacking sound. She turns her head back to see what landed on her ass to cause so much agony. Her eyes widen when she sees Ran pulling back the baton before slamming it against her bottom once more, resulting in another shriek. Rin removes her sweater as he balls it up and shoves it into her mouth. Tears fell from her eyes as she could feel the throbbing skin bruising. He crouches to meet her face to face, smiling as he licks his lips.

“Now, Y/n. You should be thanking Sanzu because that stimulant is going to help us make this a lot easier for you.” Her eyes shut as another yelp leaves her lips, muffled by the cloth as the baton meets her aching ass again.

“Look at him and say thank you.” He grabs her head, turning it to face the smirking pink haired man who waves back. She doesn’t respond, too humiliated to comply. Another smack from the object causes her to grunt as more tears fall from the pain.

“Thank you!” She muffled before her head was turned back to the Haitani.

“This is how it’s gonna go. We’re going to take this video of you, then so you don’t get caught seducing us, you’re going to fix my grade. If not, then kiss this job and your reputation goodbye.”

She stares at him wide eyed, disbelief from the cruel behavior he’s revealing. He stands from his position, unbuckling his pants as he reveals his erection. He pulls the sweater out of her mouth and motions for her to begin. Ran pulls her panties to the side, having already pulled his girth out, readying it to her entrance. Her legs clench, conflicting emotions occurring as arousal prowls yet the situation at hand being unfortunate for her job title.

“Time is ticking, Professor.” Sanzu taunts as he presses the record button. Reluctantly she opens her mouth as Rin eases in until her lips reach his base, gagging slightly as he adjusts. Ran pushes in, shoving his erection all the way to the base. He grabs her hips as Rin holds her head, beginning to throat fuck her as saliva drips from her mouth, mixing in with the precum.

“I always knew, since the first time you walked in, you’d be good at nothing but taking dick. You suck at grading.” Deciding that they can edit whatever they want out later, he taunts her, grunting as he accelerates his hips, thrusting hard as his tip hits the back of her throat each time, her eyes squeezed shut. His blonde hair flipping against his neck as he moves.

She releases a moan she was holding back as Ran moves faster against her backside, skin smacking skin as his cock hits her cervix. The shame in enabling the behavior hitting her as she cries out once more, the aphrodisiac causing her to feel weighed down by the pleasure, her legs clenching as the front of her body aches from her position over the desk.

“Wow Professor, you're really sucking me in. Is this what you wanted? To take advantage of your students?” Ran chuckles as he continues his assault, breathing heavily as well as a few moans slipping.

Sanzu, with the phone still recording in his hand, walks closer to get a better angle of the view, biting his lip as he ignores the tightness in his pants. Observing the distressed yet aroused woman as her body rocks from the contact with the younger men. He’s already gotten enough footage to show the dean if needed, but he decided to continue recording for their own personal endeavors.

“You look like you were made for this.” He states, as he watches her mouth engulfed with cock and saliva mixed with semen, her pussy full and thighs shaking as Ran squeezes her hips.

“I’m gonna cum.” Rin hissed as he thrusts harder, releasing after the last two. Ran follows not long after as he pressed against her g-spot, the pressure causing her to come undone all over his cock. Finally, Sanzu ends the video as they all get up, leaving her on the desk.

“You better get ready for your class, Y/n.” Sanzu says before they readjust their pants and walk out. Ran stops before he leaves, turning to face her.

“Change my grade while you’re at it, yeah?” He then walks out. She lays there breathing hard as she slowly pushes herself off the desk, tears falling as she begins to sob.

“Fuck.” She whispers as she throws her sweater on and pulls down her skirt, walking to the bathroom to fix herself up and leave the building.

When she’s done washing her face and wiping down her legs, she walks to the teacher’s lounge, claiming to be sick and having thrown up so she can be excused for the day. Succeeding she reaches her car, immediately going on the grading system’s site through her phone and changing both of the Haitani’s grades without having to touch Sanzu’s considering his already high score. Her forehead leans against the wheel as she stares numbly into space, pulling back as she moves her gear shift stick to reverse out of the parking lot and head to her apartment.

After a few days of staying home, she decides to resign, too sick from the memories of the dreadful event that took place. She hides herself from the world as she scrubs her body till it's raw routinely, disgusted with herself as she stays in her room. Suddenly, she’s torn from her thoughts as she hears a knock at her door.

She walks from her bed and opens the door. She gasps before attempting to slam it back closed, a hand preventing it from shutting.

“You thought you could just leave?” The younger Haitani hissed as he stepped into her home, his older brother and friend walking in as well.

“Get the fuck out of my house!” She exclaims, angry at the audacity. Sanzu shuts and locks the door behind them as Ran shoves his hands into his pockets, staring amused at the reaction she’s giving.

“What do you want?” She growls as she moves, backing away from them while they glare at her like a predator stares at its prey.

“You’re not quitting.” He states.

“How is any of that your business? Get out! Matter of fact, how the hell did you find my apartment?”

“Not until you agree to get your job back. Tell them you made a mistake.”

“This literally makes no fucking sense! What is wrong with you? I changed your score, what is the problem now?”

“The problem is that you’re trying to run. When you were bent over that desk, you were claimed as our slut. You can’t go anywhere.” Sanzu responds with a stoic expression, her disbelieving how serious they’re being at the moment.

“What the fuck are you talking about? What, so you got a crush or something? News flash, I’m nobody’s. You got that video and you got what you wanted so get out of my house.” She responds angrily, crossing her arms as she grits her teeth.

“That’s alright, you look like you were made to be a star anyway.” Ran states as he smirks. She glares in response.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Don’t play dumb Professor, I know you’re smarter than that.” Sanzu says, rolling his eyes as he takes a seat on her couch.

“Hey, get off of that you’re not welcomed here!” She turns to glare at all of them. “None of you are!”

“As I said, it’s alright.” Ran says as he holds up the phone, screen facing her as he posts it to a porn website. She cries out as she runs to grab it, failing as he steps out of the way.

“I think social media would respond great if we post it there.” Sanzu says as he leans back, crossing his leg.

“No! Stop! F-fucking…! Please, don’t do that and just delete it off of there.” She almost sobs as horrific scenarios of her family, friends, or anyone else she knows reacting to the video, including the dreadful thought of future jobs or even her old job completely shut off from her being able to apply.

“Go back to work, Y/n.” Rin says as he leans on the counter connected to the same wall as the door.

“F-fine, just please… Please delete that and don’t post anything else.” They glance at each other, Sanzu hopping from the couch as he walks over to her, hand placed on her head as he gives a peck to her forehead. She eyes them in fear and disgust as they stroll to the front door.

“We’ll be seeing you more often, professor. So, be prepared.” Rin says as he faces the doorway, exiting the building as the door slams shut.

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Health and Hybrids (VII)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and whatever prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREEis here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and this is lucky number seven baby 💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Martian Manhunter did a Whoopsie. Things are better than they were though, so...success? YJ got in trouble with Batman but Danny wasn't exactly cognizant enough to notice so that got relegated to the tags.

Trigger warnings for this story: body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) | my awful attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

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The debriefing team meets J’onn in a meeting room not too far from the cafeteria. By the time he makes it to the correct floor, the team has clearly been waiting on him; on the table are a pack of Chocco cookies, a large order of fries, and a ten pack of chicken nuggets.

J’onn inclines his head. It’s nice to see that his favorite meal is remembered. “Thank you, Batman.”

Batman’s nod is equally as formal. The human is already most of the way through his italian sub. “No thanks needed. Were you successful in your contact with the entity?”

Ah. Right to the details, then. J’onn obliges the question with a seat at the table. Black Canary, a chair to his right, gently scoots over to provide him more space.

In the end, J’onn is relieved to have a prop in his hands. It creates a small, if flimsy barrier between himself and the images the boy had shown him.

What he knows now…

J’onn sighs.

The room is peaceful— likely intentionally so, in order to ease the oncoming conversation. Wonder Woman and Black Canary sit beside each other, their individual meals open and half-eaten between them. As the facilitator of the conversation, Batman sits at the end of the table; as the secretary of the meeting, Superman sits beside him, his sloppy joe in one hand and a keyboard beneath the other.

J’onn quietly tears open the packaging of his pack of cookies. Plucks one from its plastic insert inside. Chews. Swallows.

“The first thing to note is that although the entity's primary language is not known to me, he is extremely familiar with humans— and, likely, with Earth.”

Superman swallows the rest of his sandwich in one gulp, nods, and begins to type. Batman turns to face J’onn directly. “How so?”

“He has many memories of flying freely in Earth’s atmosphere, specifically; the stars line up with the star patterns as viewed from this planet. He is intimately familiar with several aspects of Earth’s culture, including the idea of ‘a bedroom’, which he identified as his own, and a childhood toy, which was a scale model of an Earth spacecraft. If I was shown a variety of options, I could likely pick out which craft specifically. He has a mind for detail.”

Superman’s fingers flick rapid-fire over the keyboard. J’onn happens to be aware of the Krytponian’s career, as the local telepath, but rarely is the man's passion so clearly shown; the focus and quick hands certainly project an air of professionalism around an otherwise at-ease debriefing room.

“You’re using he/him,” the Kryptonian observes, making additional notes in the margins of the in-progress report. “How did that come about?”

“He does have an understanding of the most common gender identities of Earth, and has a favored one. How he came about it…” J’onn inhales. It is a very human gesture. “…I do not know his origins for certain, but I have several theories.”

Batman cuts off an oncoming question from Superman with a silent wave of his hand. “Base information first. Questions and theoreticals at the end.”

Superman’s face at the hindering of his professional instincts is perhaps less than completely mature. “Yes, yes.”

J’onn takes a second cookie.

It’s easy to report on certain things; the entity's initial inability to communicate without acute pain, the subsequent reaction of the teenage team, the eventual discovery of clear communication and transference of emotion.

“Not all of his thoughts were particularly clear.” J’onn nibbles on the edge of his cookie. Black Canary pushes aside her empty tray of California rolls to give her pen and notepad space. This portion of the debrief necessitates more of her skills. “Most of the memories that he aimed to show me were value-neutral, or otherwise unrelated memories, likely due to the stress of his current and deeply traumatic situation. He preferred memories that did not have pain or distress associated with them. When prompted—I displayed my own perspective of the crash we had found him in— the associated memories that were brought up implied that not only was he the pilot of the craft, but that he had a hand in building it.”

Superman’s rhythmic tapping undercuts the soft conversation. “So he is sapient, then, despite the difficulties in communication,” Wonder Woman confirms softly.

“More than. There are echoes of formalized schooling and other instruction in his mind, although I couldn’t discern the topics of the lessons.”

“Were there other beings like him? Anyone we could reach out to? Family members, friends…?”

J’onn hesitates. There’s no way to confirm what he saw. However…

“…There are memories that he has of his own person, in which he looks very human. His self-conceptualization is of an adolescent human boy.”

The grief in the room is palpable. J’onn doesn’t have to look up to feel it press in on him from all sides.

“I suspect that…in the same way that Superman has largely spent his life on Earth, this boy has at least spent several years on Earth as well. There are glosses of memories of an adapted human house, though I was unable to safely explore how far back they went. There are humans who prominently play a role in his self-image and expected worldview, although the mental representations of them have scarred over with some form of psychological trauma. Overall, despite his current form, there was likely a time this child felt safe around both humans and human scientists.”

Silence rules over the room.

“...Do we know what changed that?” Black Canary asks, without looking up from her notes. Her pencil eraser taps quietly against the table.

J’onn sets the package of cookies to the side. “Not…so exactly. There were hints of memories threaded throughout the recalled moments that he did not wish to pin down. Claustrophobia. Fear of incarceration. The fear of physical harm done to him— and the psychological harm of knowing with exact certainty that there were those willing to hurt him. …Intimate betrayal.”

Superman and Black Canary’s eyes quietly close. Batman looks hardly moved under his cowl; if J’onn could not feel the man’s stress spike in the air, he might not have ever known how worried the human was.

J’onn isn’t actually meant to know Superman’s circumstances as to his arrival on planet Earth, but there are equally few ways that any of the league can hide the entirety of their thoughts from him— especially at the time of his initial arrival into the League, when mental defenses had yet to be erected in a comprehensive manner. This situation smacks strongly of the story of Clark Kent, son of his human parents.

“There is no way to confirm my guess without further conversation on the topic. However, it is incredibly likely that he lived under the radar, on Earth, for a lengthy enough span of time to acclimate to human society. The discovery of his non-human biology would have spurred further action, and the result would have given reason for his fear of medical professionals, scientists, and adult humans. Likely, the other humans in his memories meant to support him, and were prevented from doing so or injured in the process. The vehicle that had crashed back to Earth would have served as—”

“—An escape route,” several voices overlap together.

J’onn nods. His fingers steeple together. “There is no way to know how far into space he had gotten, or if his escape was aided by others of his species, or even if the point of origin was in low atmosphere or Earth's orbit. Either way, our patient is alone now, is in extreme background pain, has lost perception in several of his senses that exclude taste, and has reluctantly bonded with the junior team due to a lack of more familiar presences.”

Batman’s emotional presence circles into a silent exhale of frustration. “That would be Impulse’s under-the table operation,” the human correctly identifies, dry as the desert.

(J’onn is certain that the vigilante will never reveal it, even to himself, but the exhale has its own quiet, microscopic tinge of reluctant amusement.)

“I don’t think it qualifies as under-the-table if you have a running file on his activities, dated and timed by every individual interaction,” Superman points out, not even bothering to glance at the now-slightly-peeved Batman.

“Hn.”

“Oh, very mature.”

“It was not league sanctioned.”

“Neither are the majority of your movements,” Wonder Woman points out. The fork from her salad punctuates her sentence with a tease and a wave. “If you informed us your security plans for the Watchtower any earlier than a week after you had already installed the new measures, I would assume you were an imposter and prepare for battle.”

Batman hardly looks put out. He achieves deception with his whole body. J’onn genuinely admires how discordant his behavior and churning thoughts can be.

“Hn.”

“Oh, very well-spoken,” Black Canary flatters insincerely, toying with her pencil against her paper.

It would be very immature of Batman to sulk. Therefore, he does not.

“Returning to the point of this meeting… Are there any other pertinent details we ought to know?”

J’onn considers shrugging. He packs three chocco cookies into his mouth instead, chews, and swallows. There are only two cookies left in the pack, now.

“The biological mechanism utilized for his empathic sense is vibrationally-based. That would be why my initial attempt at communication failed so tremendously; if he does have a neurological center, it is too deeply damaged to interpret telepathic input. He has a fondness for astronomy, can recognize the color red with greatest ease, and likely needs high contrast if we would like him to recognize any materials we provide. He imprinted on Impulse likely because the boy’s presence in the Speedforce mimics the energy readings he expects to see in those of his species.”

Superman hums. His fingers fly. “So he must have met others of his species before.”

J’onn makes a so-so motion. “There is no way to be certain. His abilities may be instinctually pre-programmed, or he may have had access to outside materials to teach him.”

Batman’s arms cross. His sandwich, which had been sitting on the table, is now entirely vanished— wrapper and all. “Was there any evidence as to either particular theory you were able to pick up on?”

“...No.” Hadn’t he indicated such?

“Was there any personal information you were able to pick up on?”

J’onn has to think about that one. The topic hadn’t come up during their mental exchange, when so much more of the focus had been on creating basic understanding of the Watchtower, his presence within their base as a patient and not as a prisoner, and his current location on the moon. Anything else that J’onn might have gleaned would have to be determined on supposition and analysis.

“...He enjoys astronomy.” J’onn tries to recall the exact memories he had seen, and only ends up reiterating what he has already said. Perhaps highlighting certain moments will make the narrative clearer. “His childhood dwelling had little stickers on his ceiling. They would stay lit even when the room went dark—”

“...Glow in the dark stars,” Superman whispers under his breath. J’onn exhales. This isn’t a familiar point of human culture for him. He’s glad his description is recognizable.

“Yes. He organized them to mimic Earth's constellations. He had smaller, handheld versions of rocket ships. Even if he had not known of extraterrestrial origins, he was drawn to the cosmos.”

Batman coughs. The gesture is a reflex to suppress some welling emotion. J’onn pretends that it works. “Both items are…markers of a young child,” Batman admits. “Indications of a quite young, very human childhood.”

Ah. J’onn can more deeply recognize the sense of tragedy welling in the air. The items are astronomy-based yes, but they equally highlight his age.

“When he donned a human appearance, he matched the coloration of the human family who took him in. As fleeting as their acquaintance might have been, he modeled his human form after them— solidly enough and surely enough that, if he feels strong enough to form a mental self-representation, I can see the outline of it in his memories.” No details, beyond vague hints in the entity's mind of his hair and her eyes and their skin.

“Very loved,” Wonder Woman murmurs.

“Very young, and very loved,” Black Canary reiterates with a sigh. Her notes are a black mess of graphite. “And now he fears adult humans.”

“Yes,” J’onn admits. The cookies are gone. He sets the wrapper to the side. He reaches for the chicken nuggets. “That said, he has an instinctual familiarity with black and with red hair, will likely experience less fear with a female profile as opposed to a male, and responded favorably when offered the chance to interact with an adult who did not mean him harm. The fact that we have largely indestructible adults at our disposal works to our advantage.”

It is very, very clear who exactly fills that description. Wonder Woman sits up straight, laces her fingers together, and very kindly curtails her smugness. If Superman and Batman would like to be jealous of her current position, they may do so at their own discretion.

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