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popawritter12 · 2 months

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Hey hey heyyy im back with another request (im the same anon who requested that yandere morgana piece u wrote, absoutely loved it btw ate it up) and i was wondering if you could write some yandere! Hwei x reader? (fanfic or headcanons is up to you!) maybe the reader is an artist as well and they bond over that? Idk man up to you, also love ur takes on characters ur legit one of the best LoL writers ive seen!!

Btw if you dont mind can i be the 🍊 anon? Ive seen other blogs have their emoji anons and i wanna be one so bad fhdbfh

Hope youre having a nice day!!

Author's Notes: Of course 🍊 anon! I would love to <3

I also got tired of making so many headcanons (believe it or not, I have more saved in my drafts), I'm going to write a one-shot. I hope you like it <3. I also appreciate that you like my work. It's especially nice to know that there's someone who enjoys what I do besides me. By the way, I think Hwei is not in the Yandere “tier list” of LoL, so from how I write him and how I see him, I assume that he is a “Normal” type, because his personality reminds me a little of Ayano from Yandere simulator jjjjjjjjjj

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Yandere! Hwei x Fem! reader

Yandere character: Hwei From the videogame/anime/manga/movie/series: League Of Legends Case: Mention of stalking, allegation of theft, robbery and kidnapping. Part: 1 of 1 Warning: Excessive text LOL

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Obedience.

You had heard that word for so long that it was already embedded in your memory. But not in the way most expected.

You hated that word, and for that same reason you almost never hung out with the teachers or students of the temple you went to.

But we are getting ahead of ourselves, we better go to the beginning.

You had been born into a family that had never been close to other nations apart from Ionia, your mother was a strict woman, sometimes bordering on abusive, who always hated temples. Especially religions… Let's say she never had good experiences with it.

And your father, oh your beloved father… He was a saint in every sense of the word. He was kind, a joker… And a smile was always on his face. He had never yelled, in fact even when he was angry, he would just sit in the corner, ignoring everything around him until his mind cooled down.

And, being an only child, your life around them was quite chaotic. While your mother always tried to stay out of her entire family situation—a rather complex issue even for you—your father was the “husband of the house,” so to speak. He was in charge of teaching you both cooking and home care in general, including carpentry and, mainly, the art of home decoration.

He always dreamed of being a great artist, but in his family it was never frowned upon for a man to make the decision to undertake such a complex world of art, because, you know… that's a “women's thing.” But anyway, a lot of things have happened since the last time you talked to your uncles and cousins so… They aren't very important in your life right now.

But do you know that it is important? Where did you study.

Your father insisted a lot on your talent with sculptures and the human form; You really liked making ceramic vases manually, so much so that from the age of 8 you made your first sculpture; It was the strange shape of a dog with small eyes and a giant nose. At the time you barely knew how to paint sculptures, and your father barely knew about sculptures, and the shape of it so… Let's say it looked more like an "alebrije" than a dog with a big nose.

But that was a long time ago, and now the only proof of that memory is the figure on your father's furniture; kept as a beautiful memory.

As time went by your sculptures became more complex; from simple vases for flowers to sculptures with human figures of such a level that, at this point, we could compare them with the statues of Michelangelo.

And your father wanted that talent to be exploited to the fullest. So, after years of arguing with your mother, they both agreed that you should go to the great temple where you would learn about the art.

But there was a small problem, one that was going to haunt you a lot.

You weren't used to how strict that school was.

The first and second day at that school were quite chaotic for you. It wasn't just because it wasn't as you expected, but because everything was very limited.

If you wanted to make art, you had to do it how they wanted, when they asked you to, and how they expected it. However, not only was that not your style, but it seemed like the teachers (especially the principal) always had one eye on you. And only for a few weeks did you endure that strict issue of obedience.

But there was one boy who was particularly kind to you, and he was a young man of always unkempt appearance. His dark circles always stood out on his face, along with his hair that was rarely organized in a linear manner. From the first time he saw you, he felt charmed by the way you expressed yourself; You were good at painting and using magic, but when he saw the ceramic sculptures you made…damn, you really drove him crazy.

But you obviously didn't notice, you were too focused on trying to get along with your surroundings in general that you didn't notice his desperate attempts to get along with you.

However, in the pleasant conversations you had with him, you always saw him as the stereotype of the exemplary boy; someone who dedicated his entire life to his art, to the temple and was admired by everyone for his great talent. You thought he was assured of a great future thanks to his eccentric abilities.

And you, unlike most, learned very well from your mother that you could not let yourself be trampled; especially by anyone you barely knew. So the blood that ran through your veins and the passion for your own art that you kept for so long was slowly being tied to be limited, but with barely strong ropes. It hurt a lot to know that you were in a place that didn't belong to you, it was as if you were a squirrel in the Freljord, or a mouse in a perfume store.

And in the end, when you mentioned all these things to your mother, she didn't take it very well.

—Did you really go through all this while you were in that temple? —She asked, a cigarette between her fingers as she arranged her needles on the table.

You just nodded your head, not looking at your mother at all. The woman, at this, clicked her tongue.

—I knew that those bitches are only good for the basics, they didn't evolve at all —The woman brought the cigarette to her lips, taking a gentle drag —so, do you know something, my child? Send them to hell.

You were used to her bad vocabulary, so much so that at this, you just nodded your head again.

—I know perfectly well that you are not like me, that you want to venture out and learn about “the ways of art” and that I know —The woman moved her free hand in the air, while with the other she only lightly squeezed the cigarette. —, but if you're going to go alone so that that bunch of nuts can do you less, I'm going to get you out even by kicking you in the ass.

Your mother was tough as a chain in the teeth, and you knew that she couldn't last long without making trouble in the temple if there was someone bothering her only daughter. She cared very little if it was a student, a teacher or even the founder of the temple himself —Even though she knows that she died a long time ago— she would go and give her her dose of shit if she messed with the pride of her as a mother.

She advised you to kick their ass if they messed with you, but your father later talked to you about it, advising that you couldn't take all your feelings and thoughts to such an extreme, but that you should think coldly, and not give importance to people that were not to your specific liking, regardless of their social status. You were no less for coming from a family that came from the middle of nowhere.

During your temple walk, you always walked alone, which gave you plenty of time to think about your actions; You had been passive most of the time, however, more than once you let out those classic off-color comments when they already crossed your limit. Words like “Fuck you if you don't like it” or “You're barely able to use colors and you're going to tell me what I have to do?” escaped you in very rare cases.

You entered the less traveled part of the temple, hoping not to encounter those looks that made you uncomfortable. The song of nature resonated in your ears harmoniously, while the sound of the materials inside your bag resonated from time to time.

In the midst of your ramblings, you remembered your lost sculptures, and your forgotten materials; You were not a forgetful pardon, and it seemed strange to you not to find your favorite materials —That were metal, so they were worth a lot of money —, and even though you asked and asked, you couldn't find it anymore, so it depressed you a lot to think that you had lost something that had cost yout parents so much effort, and the mere memory of it caused you to feel that pang in your heart.

Even if your parents said it was nothing that couldn't be fixed, it hurt to know that you had lost one of the most expensive things your parents had cost you to get you.

But it was curious to think what a surprise you would get.

However, you get to hear some noises; without being the whining of baby birds waiting for food or rodents walking in search of food, but rather it resembled the voice of two people talking. You recognized both of their voices, but you thought it wasn't too important to stay there, in fact, you were already planning to go somewhere else when you heard it.

—So that girl, (Name), right?

—Yes, I didn't think you realized that issue.

The second boy's shy voice reminded you of that young man you rarely spoke to, which took you by surprise. Hwei wasn't the type of person to talk bad about someone behind their back, or at least that was the idea you had based on your interactions.

—You don't have to worry, after all it's normal for you to feel attracted to someone —Jhin mentioned, almost in a mocking manner—. So why don't you tell me about her?

You had already noticed the intention behind that interaction, however, after what happened, you thought that maybe you could calm your heart with some sweet words that you weren't meant to hear at that moment.

—Well, she is… incredible —He begins, you hear how the young man sits on a log due to the sound of the hollow wood —, she is beautiful, kind, tender… and her way of expressing her art is so… unique.

You gently leaned your back against the wood, trying not to make any sound. Something in your chest moved abruptly, as if your heart was fluttering like a butterfly in glass.

—I adore her sculptures, I feel that they are the most beautiful thing I have seen —He continues talking, slowly his emotion rose more and more —. I looked sometimes at her work in class or in the room away from her, and they are… beautiful.

—So much so that you had the need to steal them, right?

It was a single sentence, one which echoed in your head for several seconds.

—What are you talking about? —Hwei asks, arranging his hair a little, trying to place several strands behind his ear —. I would never do that.

You didn't hear how Hwei's tone of voice changed, becoming staccato, as his hands clung to his backpack, which he had in his lap.

At this, the other student laughed, almost like a subtle laugh, while his eyes wandered to where your shadow was looming. A mischievous smile forms on his face.

—So, I imagine that the sculptures that are in your room were made by you, right? —He questions, looking subtly into Hwei's eyes—. Or you bought them from her.

Your thoughts slowly formed a thread of the events that had happened. A lump formed in your throat, almost painfully so.

—Or her favorite utensils, she asked me if I had seen them last week, since she had left them near you the last time she saw them —He continued, almost introspectively—, but when I asked you, you only mentioned that you didn't see them that day either.

You shook your head, from the depths of your soul you prayed that it wasn't true, that you didn't have the school prodigy after you in such an extreme way.

—Well, I admit that I have some of her sculptures in my room, but they are the ones that she forgot in class or anywhere! —The pale boy snapped—. And I don't know what you think I did with her utensils, I don't know how to sculpt.

Jhin laughs again, barely audibly now, as if he knew that now he would have to act more vividly.

—And why were they in the box in your room? —Jhin asks him —, it even had remains of dry ceramics. Could it be that they were already used?

Hwei gritted his teeth, while his gaze met Jhin's again.

—That side of you… It's so peculiar. —He smiles —, I thought no one would see it, but you risk being seen in exchange for getting some things from (Name).

Hwei knew that darkness within his soul had awakened since the first day he saw you. And that darkness spread throughout his soul, mind and body, to the point that it seemed to consume all of his heart and mind.

—Your paintings were always warm colors —Jhin changed the subject, the smile disappearing from his face —, they were never about anything specific, but since you met that girl, something changed —He bowed gently in front of Hwei —. If it was about her, you focused on her in a way that made her seem pure, you used colors that highlighted her body or her emotion on her face. But she never looked at anyone —He subtly changed his focus —, she looked at the painter, or she didn't look at anyone, tell me, do you just want her to not look at anyone but you? Do you want her to the point that you don't want her to look at anyone but you?

He remained silent, in such a way that you could feel the weight of the words lingering in the air, causing an almost inexhaustible tension there. It was such that you could no longer hear the song of nature that you longed for so much.

—I won't criticize you, Hwei, you know that I understand better than anyone the dark feeling inside you —Jhin tried to sound empathetic —. And, if you want, I can help you make (Name) yours. I can make her fall in love with you and make that she can never leave you.

The obsessed young man understood how wrong it was to have those thoughts terrifying his mind, but he couldn't stop it, it was a feeling that had already taken root in his heart, and he couldn't tear it out no matter how much he wanted to.

—I can't… —Hwei whispered, his voice breaking —…, I don't want to harm her; She is so nice to me, I don't want to put her through all my feelings.

You heard him sob.

—You're not going to hurt her —Jhin comforts him, a hand running over his cheek —. I know you love her very much, and you notice how others hurt her. But, tell me, don't you think about those people really hurt her? —He subtly wipes away the tear that slipped down her face—. You should take care of those people, you know? So she could express her art as she loves it. Maybe she could even make thousands of statues without anyone to pressure her, and you could “borrow” them for yourself.

You had heard enough, you couldn't stay there for another minute.

However, before you could move, Jhin leaned close to Hwei's ear, his lips close to her loose strands of hair.

—Or you could take it right now, you know? This opportunity is perfect. —Jhin's mischievous smile spreads across his face.

Hwei opened his eyes to her peak, at the same time he heard a rope move abruptly.

And you felt your foot being pulled up, forcing you to hit your face against the ground, causing you to moan in pain.

—Shit. —You whispered, feeling your head spin, a small wound on your head began to make small drops of blood come out.

—That is…? —Hwei whispers, his heart sinking in his chest —(Name)..?

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Today I came wanting to write. I loved how this one-shot turned out, and I hope those who read it do too haha.

I hope to receive more orders if any of you wish, until then, I will be dedicated to my hobbies and my studies.

#yandere #obsessive love #yandere league of legends #yandere x you #poppa thoughs #league of legends #yandere male #yandere lol #hwei #league of legends hwei #hwei league of legends #Yandere hwei #Yandere hwei x reader #x female reader #female reader #x reader #yandere x reader

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league-of-blorbos · 4 months

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At least to me, the skins we've seen so far this year have mostly looked pretty boring (except you, Forseen Yasuo) so I'm just gonna yell into the void about skin ideas I wanna see and if Riot ever makes one of these I can use them for plagiarism jk lmao

INKSHADOW HWEI cmon we all know the effects would look so cool, just let it happen

CAFE CUTIES SION but the furnace in his stomach is an easy-bake oven

HIGH NOON RELL or just any Rell skin pls it's been so long she's starving

BEE GNAR where the little form is in a bee onesie like the other Yordles but the mega form is a giant swarm of bees in the shape of a monster, think something like the pokemon Wishiwashi

STAR GUARDIAN KAYN AND STAR NEMESIS RHAAST how the fuck has the anime-ripoff champion not been in the anime-ripoff skinline yet?

SPACE GROOVE ZILEAN just turn Groovy Zilean into a Space Groove skin when he gets his asu in the next 40 years, it'd also be a cool way to finally officially reference the dancing Zilean meme!

ODYSSEY YONE AND JARVAN IV cmon Riot they're right there and they would finally be Odyssey skins that connect back to the original batch that everyone got attached to pls just DO IT

FAERIE COURT UDYR where his stances represent the 4 seasons like he's the avatar of this universe, and put this manly man in some pretty pinks for goodness sake!

STREET DEMONS EVELYNN who uses her tendrils as brushes but just paints lewd art on the sides of buildings

SUGAR RUSH BRIAR (or maybe Cafe Cuties) where her pillory is half a donut and when she's frenzied she gets jelly all over the place

THIS ASTRONAUT ILLAOI CONCEPT RIOT MADE specifically speaks to me and all the old sci-fi b movies I watched growing up, would love to see a whole skinline take this cheesy cosmic horror aesthetic

#league of legends #lol #leagueoflegends #riot games #lukai hwei #hwei #sion #rell #gnar #shieda kayn #kayn #rhaast #zilean #yone #jarvan iv #udyr #evelynn #briar #illaoi

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leighlim · 3 years

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"What's orange and sounds like a parrot?"

(Hopefully by this point you’ve finished Season 1 of ‘Reputation Rehab’, the kind of person who isn’t bothered by spoilers, or are just deciding if you still want to keep watching.)

Would you call that a 'dad joke'? I mean...I'm just trying to imagine the kind of person who'd be delighted with that punchline. A 5-year-old?

I'm still on the fence on how to categorise something that is funny because it's inappropriate or offensive. Basically what satire shows.

What I like most about this episode is the thought that Zoe and

PS: There's a punchline in 'Saving Face' (when Jay joins Wil and her mother during dinner) about soy sauce affecting how the body produces melanin. It made me laugh maybe the first few times because it was inappropriate. The problem with jokes like these is my laughing gives the impression that I support how Hwei-Lan acted.

PPS: Who is Father Bob? Here's an update on what he's up to in 2021.

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HIGHLIGHT:

Chas: People genuinely despise you because of one joke. Even if you've made a hundred jokes they have no problem with, the one joke you made they have a problem with, they just...you're the lowest of the low. It sounds like a joke. They hate you more than serial killers.

Zoe: What is it about a joke that we're offended by that causes that visceral serial-killer-esque reaction?

[Chas laughs]

Chas: I think maybe, is my---just speculation---I think maybe there's a weird thing about our psychology with TV comedy in particular. So they feel like when...I think, when they're watching your stuff, that, first of all, it's a personal insult to them if they don't like it, and secondly, they feel...

[Chas switches to the voice of someone who was likely offended by one of his jokes.]

Chas: "It's not that hard. Just make a joke that isn't awful! What are you doing!? This is easy!"

[Kirsten cracks a smile.]

Chas: It's like, you know, people say: "Oh, you know, if you're an accountant and you screw up the accounts..."

[Kirsten nods.]

Chas: "...people don't get all angry about you." ...But to them? I think it's like they're your boss and you were doing their accounts and then you just took a dump on their...on their accounts...

[Zoe chuckles.]

Chas: ...and looked right at them when you were doing it.

[Both women crack up as Chas demonstrates how that could look like.]

Chas: I think that's what it's like for them.

[He grins.]

Chas: And that...and they react accordingly.

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My verdict of the episode: 7/10

Timestamp Commentary: None (One to be published only by request)

My Formal review about the show: TBA (The plan is to do a season 1 review and have it published at ‘Comedy To Watch’)

(Have they done a documentary already about the Catholic Church? The one that focuses on how money goes in...gets spent...and gets...stored?)

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Index:

Season 1 Episode 1

Season 1 Episode 2

Season 1 Episode 3

Season 1 Episode 4

Season 1 Episode 5

Season 1 Episode 6

Season 1 Episode 7

Season 1 Episode 8

#TV #Reputation Rehab #Satire #Offensive Joke #Offensive Jokes #Clean Humour #Clean Humor #The Chasers War on Everything #Kristen Drysdale #Zoe Norton Lodge #Chas Licciardello #The Chaser #Yumi Stynes #Nina Oyama #Father Bob #Bob Maguire #Docuseries #Season 1 Episode 8

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popawritter12 · 1 month

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That Hwei fic was so good, I litteraly can't get yandere Hwei out of my mind now 😭😭 Mind doing some more, whether it be headcanons or one shot? 🥹🙏

Author's note: Since you asked me based on Hwei's one-shot, I'm going to make its "sequel."

Also, I want to clarify that; To the other two anons who requested their respective things, give me some time, I'm a little "slowed down" due to certain personal issues <3

Love y'all

Yandere! Hwei x Fem! Reader

Yandere Character: Hwei

From the videogame/serie/movie/manga/anime: League Of Legends

Case: kidnapping, restraints, drugs, very light NSFW, allusion to deaths

Part: 2 of 2

Part 1 here!

Finished: Yes

This wasn't supposed to happen, she wasn't supposed to have found out about all this…, he wasn't supposed to have talked about it, in fact, she shouldn't have even gone through all this.

However, it ended up happening, and now she was there, tied to a chair and babbling cries and pleas that at this point only made my heart ache.

Do you know what was the worst? That it was my fault, I was the only one to blame for this situation, the fact that she was now trying to get out of it, but he refused to listen to her, he refused to even accept her pleas.

And then she resorted to talking to me, she tried to convince me that this is wrong, that all this was just a rotten desire, something so horrendous that it consumed me, and that it was going to consume her, that it was all a simple manipulation of Jhin, and that she could free me from these chains, that she could free me from this sick love.

And it hurt me, it hurt me to think that she thought so badly of me, that she thought of me as lovesick, as someone who was being consumed by some kind of vortex, it wasn't until I came to myself that I realized. that, in fact, there was no other way out of this situation

The vegetables stirring in the clay plate, and the spoon permanently crashing against the clay, the sound of the collision between both materials made me remember in great detail the first time I saw her, the feeling that seeing someone so eccentric caused me when she passed through the door of the temple, and the nerves that the mere fact of seeing her in the eyes provoked in me.

I still have the vivid image of her on the first day; A smile adorned her face, her fingers played with each other constantly, and the old cloth bag with the sounds of metals colliding together was an image that was always in my mind. Every time she returned to that memory, I completely forgot the horror in her eyes, the fear she shows me now.

For a long time, I thought there might be a comeback, I thought that if I untied her and let her go, she would forgive me, she would show me that she was going to lead me down the same path.

But I no longer see a return, now I did not see a return; This path that I had taken, all this… all this love, absolutely everything that torments my mind, I could not eliminate it, not even if I expressed it in so many paintings, not even if I vent it in Jhin or in someone else, I did not find any place for me that received with the same love with which she received every smile she gave me. Now she just had to find a way to accept that fate, to accept the love I have for her.

I knew that sooner or later all this was going to end like this, more so due to the fact that I had never known this feeling in my life.

But seeing her I was certain that we were destined for each other.

This is why I do this, this is all the reason why I still want to be with her.

But everything had to be a little crooked.

I placed the clay plate on the silver tray, and then I noticed it. A crystal glass sits next to the bowl, and I stare at it for countless seconds, trying to figure out whose hand it was that had placed it.

—I'm glad to see you haven't freed her yet —Jhin mentions —, it's just a matter of time before she gets used to it.

He settled down against the counter, and noticed the strange color in the water; small bubbles emerge from the bottom, but there was nothing there. I thought, for a moment, that it was carbonated water, however, it didn't fit how Jhin is, it didn't fit the idea that… he didn't care about her.

—Tell me, have you already thrown away the dried paint? —He questioned me.

I let out a sigh.

—What did you put in the water?

It was a simple question, but one that presented a danger to me. It was obvious that she wasn't going to notice this, it was obvious that he could poison her, drug her, harm her… How I supposed trust Jhin? or obviously doubt on someone like him?

—You did not answer my question.

—I'm not interested in throwing away the dried paint —I responded, huffing —, now, what did you put in the water?"

Jhin kept his cynicism in that smile plastered on his face.

—One thing.

—What thing? —I ask again, more angry.

—A wonderful thing.

—Why the fuck are you playing this shit now? —I ask, my frown clashing against his playful gaze

—Why don't you ask the color?

I sighed heavily, setting the water down on the table.

—What color?

—White. —he responded to me.

My hand tightened on the glass.

—And…? —He asked, playfully.

Roughly, I threw the water on the floor. I sighed heavily, wishing I could throw away the dried paint again. Even if he had already thrown it away.

—What texture? —I questioned him, raising an eyebrow.

—Dusty.

His smile spread, almost looking like a jester.

—Seriously, you are an idiot.

I had to go out to get more water, and as I progressed, more dried paint crossed the wooden box, escaping from the lock and through small poorly carved edges of the wood, denoting on the carpenter's poor work.

Apparently, the paint cans want to get out of the drawer.

It was obvious that, far from what he expected, the glass of water still looked strange. I thought it was just me, so I just gasped, before knocking on the door three times.

—Sweetheart? I can pass?

I tried not to sound so sweet, but damn, it was complicated. It was extremely difficult not to be nice to someone like her; someone so sweet, so beautiful, so….

—Yeah.

Her voice sounded so soft, like the breath of a panting cat.

I grabbed the doorknob, before gently turning it to open the door. The mechanism inside the knob let me through, and I was able to open the door.

I Maneuver to enter. Seeing her, I only allowed myself to smile. As if the heaviness under my eyes finally disappeared, and energy returned to my hunched body.

—How are you, sweetheart? Did you like the painting I did for you?

I arrange the tray on the nightstand, the double bed squeaking softly as she sits on the mattress; her back nestled between large pillows and stuffed animals.

—It's… cute. —She responds, before arranging her wrists against the pillow she placed on her lap.

She was wearing a white dress, which covered her shoulders and reached her knees. The soft fabric rested against her delicate skin, and I could tell that, in her eyes that she was about to fall asleep.

—I'm glad you liked it—My smile spread, before leaving the tray on the pillow located in her lap.

She didn't respond, just staring at the plate of food. I hear her stomach make a sound, almost in protest.

—Do you want me to let go of the rope? —I asked, before moving my hands away from her.

—Yes. —she replied, her tone vaguely her own.

I couldn't stop thinking about how pretty she was in my eyes; Her eyes, tired and longing for sleep, only awakened that desire to take her in my arms, snuggle her against me and sleep next to her for countless days.

—Now I will release the ties, let me know if I hurt you too much, okay?

She nodded, her vacant gaze meeting my eyes. Just touching her arm made me feel that same nervousness that I had that day, that day when all this started, and what marked the beginning of our path together.

When I released the rope, I noticed the purple color that was present on her skin; Imagining the pain in her wrist, I just wanted to heal her, but now she needed to eat.

—Is Jhin still outside? —She asked me.

As I finished releasing her other arm, I just looked at her again.

—H-He just came to look for some materials for the temple… nothing special. —I responded, babbling for no reason.

—Oh, well… —She responds, before placing her hands on the pillow.

She sighs, as if her body is seeking a relaxation of the ropes.

While the spoon settled in her fingers, she looked at the steam emanating from the bowl. She was silent for a few seconds, and as she sat me next to her, I could feel uneasy.

—Lately I've seen you very… sick, so today you have soup and tomorrow I'll serve you your favorite food, do you agree? —I offer, tilting my head a little so she can see me.

At this, she simply nodded.

—How are my parents? —She asks me.

I blink a couple of times before I remember it.

They sobbed a lot that day; Her mother came to the temple threatening that she would kill anyone who refused to tell her where her little girl was.

Although her husband stopped her, she treated everyone in the temple badly, in her desperate look there were only hints of hatred and hope, hope of knowing that she was going to find her little girl safe and sound.

It was obvious that, when she approached me, I would think that she was going to treat me badly, or even try to strangle me.

But, that did not happen; She barely approached me, she just took my hand.

“Oh, you're Hwei, right?” she began “My daughter always spoke well of you to me, she said you were one of the few she called a friend these months.”

And she…she hugged me.

She collapsed into my arms, as if she were seeking comfort—or if she wanted to share her grief with me—to which I only responded by returning the hug.

“She always said that she felt that you understood her, and she greatly admired the paintings you made,” she sobbed, tears staining my shoulder and my clothes, “she loved you so much…, she even said that she considered inviting you to come to our house to paint together…”

A weight added to my heart, suppressing all that lack of emotion that I put up as a façade, and I felt like I was going to collapse too.

I never felt so foolishly humiliated as that day, and for my part, I only cried with her, but for different reasons…

—They… aren't feeling very well, but they told me a lot of things when they entered the temple… —I sighed, as if I hadn't come back to myself.

But a hand against mine stopped me from continuing to think, a hand that could have brought me back to this earthly plane.

—Hwei… What was in the water? —She asked, panting rapidly.

I almost immediately looked at her again, and noticed that she had taken the tray out of her lap, and was now on her knees, on the bed, exchanging glances with me.

— (Name), darling… —I whispered, taking her face in my hands.

I felt my heart pound against my chest, and the weight of my chest grew stronger.

—Forgive me, my love, forgive me… —I begged, pressing my face against his, —.., what hurts you? Are you okay? Do you feel dizzy? Can you see well?"

I couldn't even continue asking, why she took my hands, before roughly pushing me against the wood that separated the bed from the wall.

—I feel different. —She mentioned, before resting her forehead against mine.

—D-don't worry, just lie down and I'll take care of…

And her lips pressed against mine. Her kiss drowned me, and even more so when her hands met my wrists, pushing roughly against the wood.

I stammered uselessly at this, but she only responded by tightening her grip on my wrists.

At one point I just left myself, the taste of her lips and the domination and power that she had over me only caused my heart to move wildly in my chest, and generated heat in my body.

—No, stop… I-I can't do this when you're this bad… —I complained, trying to fight her.

But she never let herself to being weak, deepening her kiss in such a way that I could only accept it, that I couldn't fight someone who could manipulate my mind in such a way that my body weakened, and that I couldn't allow myself to fight her.

I REALLY LIKED HOW THIS ONE LOOKED OUT.

IT TOOK A LONG BUT HERE IT IS. AND IT'S BEAUTIFUL.

ALSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,

If this thing get like 100 notes, I do the part 3 but with the NSFW ;)

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