#it's called “lily” for anyone curious
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question: rosekiller vs bartylily. Does barty act the same way with lily that he would act with evan (in bed)? Is he the same type of perverted or is it different because they’re different? Is he perverted but it’s just adjusted to her body? What would it look like?
what a great question! i see lily’s barty as fundamentally different from the way he is around anyone else, especially in bed. she’s his exception
i see bartylily sex as achingly soft. they’re both characters with many issues surrounding bodily autonomy, and i think they’d sense that in each other and would be incredibly gentle and curious and careful and even… shy? it’s a very fragile and precious thing that the two of them have, and they would both be scared the moment is going to shatter
he definitely pervs on her in the way of like.. she’s the pretty senior in high school & he’s the skeevy hot tattooed college dude who buys her friends alcohol and calls her “kiddo” and “your highness” and is definitely, resolutely NOT sneaking glances at her bare legs when she flirts shamelessly with him (god have mercy on his soul). but it’s more innocent
he’s quietly helping her slip her bra back on afterwards & fastening the clasps for her. he’s dropping a reverent kiss on the back of her shoulder like he’s scared she’ll disappear. they hold hands the whole time they do it, probably
#a#bartylily#i thought about them saying ‘i love you’ while doing it the other day and i had to sit there like that jpeg of the horse staring at the sea
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God really gave me the weakest soul, I got giddy and jumped around the room on the mere fact that a yuri manga (well manhua, but let's not split hairs here, yuri is yuri) with over 500 chapters exists.
#like i thought virgins empire was long#but damn this is something else#have I read it? no.#am I going to? probably.#lily#it's called “lily” for anyone curious#yuri#yuri manga#yuri manhwa#ok i'll quit rambling here
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Not ridiculous at all | James Potter
Pairing: James Potter x fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.5k
Summary: You are part of the marauders, always having felt special when they called you part of the gang, but also consequently too embarrassed to admit to wanting to be more feminine, afraid that they would no longer deem you cool enough to hang out with you. You are hurt by James' comments and James might realise something when you're avoiding him.
Notes: Best friend!James, he's a bit stupid, Lily is a sweet friend, arguments, so maybe a little angsty, but not really, classic cliche tropes like friends to lovers, misunderstandings, pining (I literally just dreamt this so it's a bit patchy) and I know it's very stereotypical but that's why it's just fanfiction :)
(PS) I haven't written before, just wanted to get this out of my system. English is my third language, and this fic is not proofread because I'm way too lazy for that! Enjoy!
Part two Masterlist
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You've grown up with James Potter and have been part of the marauders since the very beginning. You always took 'being one of the guys' or 'part of the gang' as a compliment, it left you feeling giddy as if you were included in some secret group that only you had the privilege of belonging to.
But sometimes you would sit in the girls dormitory and despite your friends laughing and chatting about, you would feel a wave of loneliness wash over you. They often did activities together and by now, 6th year at Hogwarts, they've managed to stop asking you to join them as you've always dutifully replied that it 'wasn't your thing'.
I mean, what would the guys think of you? It would be too embarrassing to admit to them, or anyone for that matter, that you would love to be dolled up for once. To go shopping with your friends, be included in movie nights, asked by Alice if she could test some makeup on you, or read and gossip about the new romance novels that were the new hype.
Especially now when you sat on your bed, part of the circle in which they were discussing plans to go dress shopping.
"You should absolutely join us!" Alice squealed in delight. You were shaken out of your train of thoughts with a huh and realized the conversation had taken a turn somewhere and now included you too. Marlene and Lily nodded fervently in agreement but you bashfully shook your head.
"Nah, can you imagine me in a dress?" You joked, but Dorcas caught the curious and somewhat longing look in your eyes at the mention of getting ready for the Yule ball.
"I think you would look great actually. And besides, you can treat yourself too sometime you know. You're not obligated to stick with the marauders all the time." The girls in the dorm once again all agreed and you smiled at their kindness.
"Since when are you interested in things like the Yule ball?"
You snapped your head up at James to see his questioning eyes and then quickly averted your own in a flustered manner as if one of your greatest secrets had just been uncovered. "I just think it seems nice, that's all, I'm not even going or anything", you defended. You felt slightly embarrassed by James' face which wore a weirded out expression.
"Well you're not really the type to go to such an event anyway right?", James remarked. You did your best to hide your frown at his immediate agreement. Was it that bad that you'd hoped he would say something along the lines of 'what are you talking about, go enjoy yourself at the party' or something like that?
"Besides I can't imagine you in a dress, all made up, it'd just look so ridiculous." James continued. Remus, ever the sweet and attentive boy glanced at you and noticed your slightly sacked shoulders in disappointment at his words.
"I mean you're just not that type of person, you know? Like completely opposite of Lily."
And with that your face felt like it burned from embarrassment. As if you didn't already know. That didn't mean you didn't want to be more like her sometimes.
Peter's eyes flicked with concern from James to you and back.
You felt hurt and forced yourself to stop tears welling up at his words, mustering up a grin, ready to agree with him but were interrupted by Sirius who had now also caught your change in mood.
"Prongs, you really have no tact at all, how are you expecting to even win Evans over with that?" He said in a playful manner as to not offend their whipped friend, but not fully succeeding.
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" James looked slightly offended and Remus jumped in the conversation.
"That's just not a nice thing to say. It's different if you call me an ugly toad, but not Y/N! If she wants to go to the Yule Ball all dolled up, she definitely should." He shot you a supportive smile which you returned.
Peter nodded in agreement. "I don't think you'd look ridiculous at all," he told you sincerely. You subtly scooted a little closer to him and Remus.
"But it's Y/N, it'd just look weird, cause she's just not a proper girl like that, no offense." James shot back and gave you a smile at the last two words.
You saw Remus opening his mouth to retort but quickly intervened. "He's right." You told them. You just wanted this conversation to be over with already. It was awkward and painful for you as it was.
James didn't seem to get the memo, however, and kept on going, drilling your confidence further into the ground.
"See, she agrees." He turned to you. "It's not like you're ugly or anything but it'd be ridiculous. Like I said, you're not the type to be all beautiful and dressed up, hair done and all. I mean you're cool, but not pretty like that." He was clearly not done yet and started talking about Lily and her beauty at which point you abruptly got up and left.
"What's gotten into her?" James remarked with a frown.
Sirius and Remus didn't even bother to answer and just stared at him in disbelief.
The girls comforted you as you cried. Marlene barged in with ice cream, stolen from the kitchen in one hand and 5 spoons in the other. "What a jerk." She commented and thrust a spoon in your hand before plopping down in front of you with the rest of your friends.
Lily sighed frustratedly. "See this is why I don't like him at all. He's so rude and arrogant, and he-"
"- is right." You answered dejectedly. "I'm your friend, but not the type to join you guys and belong to your circle."
"Well that's only because you hang around the boys all the time," Alice argued. She nudged you. "But you know what, now that James is being a git, you can hang out with us!"
Dorcas gasped dramatically. "We could do a girls night! Treat ourselves a little", she jumped up. "I'll get the face masks and nail polish!"
Lily let go of you too and told you to sit up. "Come on, let me do your hair," she smiled.
With Marlene feeding you ice cream, your nails being polished by Alice, hair done by Lily and Dorcas reading the latest romance novel out loud while you were all wearing a facemask, you couldn't help but feel all warm inside.
"I love you guys."
"Don't talk with your mouth full."
You laughed and pushed Marlene teasingly off the bed.
"Hey, watch it! I just finished your right hand." Alice complained.
James was a moron. He was kind hearted (to most), popular, captain of the Quidditch team, good looking but a moron nonetheless. So he was absolutely clueless to find you missing from the common room yesterday evening and even more clueless when you were missing from your usual spot next to him at the Gryffindor table in the great hall, because he could not for the life of him think of a reason why you would sit with Alice and Frank instead.
He frowned and felt uneasy at the fact that you hadn't even looked at him, let alone come for a hug with your smile and said 'good morning' like usual. He shook the thoughts away. You were obviously allowed to have your own friends as well and not obligated to spend all your time with him.
The door of the great hall behind him opened and Lily Evans walked in, which was why instead of walking up to you to say something, he habitually turned to Lily instead.
"You look beautiful this morning as usual. I could put in the effort to match you when we go out together?" He shot her a wink and a coy smile but faltered slightly when his attempts at flirting got even less of a reaction out of her than usual.
James turned to Sirius with a questioning look, as if to ask 'you noticed that too right?' but Sirius simply shrugged. When James looked back at Frank and Alice, you were gone, having left the moment you felt his stare.
James started to ponder. 'Were you avoiding him? Surely you wouldn't, right? You two were friends after all, childhood friends. Childhood best friends even, for Merlin's sake! If you were upset with him, you'd definitely let him know.'
A week passed with you, sitting on the opposite sides of the classroom, seemingly having picked partners long before class because how else would you team up with random students before James could even blink?
He had now fully accepted that you were avoiding him. And with that, he meant 'accepting the possibility of that occurrence'. He was by no means going to accept your strange new behavior without doing anything.
The last drop though, was when he heard the news from Peter that you'd already left for Hogsmeade with the girls.
He frowned. 'You were kind', he reasoned. If you were upset with him, then he'd have to apologize. Quickly. Because it's been far too long without his best friend and he realized he missed you. Especially seeing you hang out with others.
"What did I do?" He finally asked his remaining friends.
"Really Prongs?" Remus couldn't help but ask. His friend just gave him a look that said 'well go on then, what is it'.
"How about you think about what you said last week, you know, those rude comments about the Yule ball."
"Yeah, but I already apologized yesterday and told her that I didn't mean to offend her!" James flailed his arms around when he exclaimed it.
"But she's still only hanging out with anyone but me," he whined. "Peter studied with her, Pads got a 'good morning' this morning and you're still talking to eachother.
Remus gave him an unimpressed look at his whining but James was not done complaining yet.
"She keeps spending all her time with the girls while she doesn't even seem to be fully enjoying herself"
This was true. You dearly missed James, so despite your newfound hobbies, a look of sadness sometimes fell over your face, which hadn't escaped James' attention.
"And I just don't understand why she would-" He started but never finished, something dawning on him. "Oh of course! Merlin, I'm so stupid!" He shouted out in epiphany.
"Your words not mine," Sirius quickly took the opportunity.
"Oh bugger off Pads", James laughed and pushed Sirius' arm. And with that, he took off to find you.
Sirius and Remus watched him leave and sighed at the same time. "Do you really think he got it?"
"I bloody hope so, Moony."
"But it's James."
"Yeah, but I mean it's not my fight but even I realize that she's sad that James made fun of the idea of her being more girly when she secretly wants to be. Now she's trying out what she likes, without having to stay within the role of 'one of the guys'. I mean, it's pretty straightforward. I guess a genuine apology and show of support is the solution."
"But it's James."
"Yep, you're right."
Though he hadn't been able to find you, he'd waited patiently for your return in the common room. Staring at the ceiling from his laid back position on the couch.
"Oh there you are, Y/N," He rushed to sit up to face you when you entered the room. If you were surprised by his presence, you didn't show it.
"We need to talk, I wanted to apologize." He breathed out, relieved at himself for having figured it out. "Also, I've missed you so much."
You felt a weight fall off your shoulders. You didn't want to be upset with him and felt incredibly relieved to hear him say that.
"I'm sorry for the things I said. I didn't mean for you to get offended or anything," James began.
"Yeah, you already said that." You frowned. "And I remember I told you that that was not a proper apology."
"I know, I know. It was shitty of me so I wanted to apologize. Properly you know? I'm really really sorry. I was a terrible friend and shouldn't have said the things I said. Please forgive me?" He proceeded to give you Bambi eyes in an attempt to convince you. It unsurprisingly worked.
You softly smiled up at him. "Okay". You barely got the word out before he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug.
"Great," he said, cutting through the comfortable silence that you two had been hugging in.
"Now you don't have to avoid me anymore, and you can stop sitting with the girls to prove your point, and join us again instead." He triumphantly continued.
What now?
You blanked. "I'm sorry?" You managed to ask.
"I get that I hurt you by saying your weren't a proper girl, but you don't have to pretend to prove your point by trying to be one." James stated, proud of himself that he figured it out.
"Because I can see that you don't like it, like your face gets all gloomy which is understandable because it isn't really your circle of people."
You stared at him, an incredulous look on your face.
"Fuck you James." You said, your voice coming out softer than you'd hoped. Tears were welling up again, but you couldn't help yourself.
"Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I do want that to be my circle of people? That I don't just want to be one of the guys all the time? Is it that crazy to think that I'm still a girl with feelings? That I want to feel pretty too? That I don't like being told by my supposed best friend that I'm basically ugly? That I hate to be compared to other girls like that?"
You were ranting and James had taken a step back, surprised by your outburst.
"No, that's not what I-", James tried to salvage the situation but you weren't having it.
"You've told me that stuff for as long as I can remember and I never told you otherwise because I was scared that you'd no longer want to hang out with me for not being a 'chill friend'. But you know what, I no longer want you to."
At this point, you angrily wiped your eyes to get rid of tears that were threatening to spill. "So fuck you". With that, you brushed past him, escaping upstairs to your room.
James Fleamont Potter felt absolutely miserable.
If anyone told James that you'd ever be more on his mind than Lily, he would call them ridiculous. But here he was, another week had passed and he was staring at your back as you were leaving with your friends for Hogsmeade again.
You weren't wearing your school uniform and robes anymore and James was surprised to see you wearing one of what he knew to be Lily's dresses.
'It suited you more than it suited Lily.' The unwarranted thought flashed through his mind and he shook his head with a scoff to himself. What was going on?
James also noticed that your hair was brushed and shining with a butterfly clip holding your hair in a bun. He wondered when you decided to change your hairstyle because he found that it framed your face perfectly.
'Not ridiculous at all,' he understood.
You looked absolutely perfect.
You turned your face a little and James could feel his head reeling. Have you always been this glowing? Was he just simply missing you? He didn't even realize that he hadn't spared Lily a glance- until Sirius mentioned her while they were having a drink - and a strange feeling washed over him at the thought.
You were running from Filch.
'Fuck I shouldn't have studied after hours, curfew was probably hours ago," you cursed to yourself and took a sharp right turn. You were trying to reach the secret passage right behind the big statue on the fourth floor when you saw the hallway light up because of Filches torch.
Forcing your legs to move faster, you were suddenly grabbed by the wrist. A hand was clasped over your mouth and you felt a heavy cloth fall over you.
You recognised the person pressed to your back immediately and tried not to melt in his embrace as Filch walked straight past the two of you, covered in the invisibility cloak.
You could feel his breath against your temple. His hand had dropped from your mouth, instead draping across your stomach now to rest on your side. The other held out in front of you to create space under the cloak. You shifted a little and finally turned your head and lifted it to look at him and thank him but you were unable to say anything for a moment.
You simply admired him.
The proximity of the two of you in that intimate embrace had something fluttering in your stomach and you harshly jerked away in denial when your feelings hit you.
Oh no.
Now, all suddenly? What changed? Does it really take one random moment to flip your world upside down?
You rushed to push the invisibility cloak out of your way and then left without sparing James another glance.
James couldn't force his legs to move to run after you, still reeling from about the exact same epiphany that you'd just run away from. Your gaze, his fast beating heart and the urge he had felt to lean down for a kiss had confirmed his conflicted feelings of the past few days since he'd seen you leave for Hogsmeade.
The following morning, you'd had the chance to properly process the happenings of last night.
Your conclusion was that you felt guilty that you hadn't even expressed your gratitude. It was rude, you figured. Even if you were overwhelmed by the sudden wave of realization that came crashing down on you, it was rude.
So you pushed your confused feelings aside and marched up to him when you found him in the great hall.
"Thanks, I owe you." You awkwardly said, stopping at his spot at the Gryffindor table. All while absolutely not having forgotten about the fact that the last time you had said something to him, you'd flipped him off and told him to go fuck himself.
James was absolutely beaming. "Yeah you do, but no worries, I'll cash it in right away." This was his chance. He would make up for his behavior and act on his feelings right now.
"How about a date?"
There was a long silence. Your heart plummeted to the ground. Right. James. Lily. Lily and James.
"What am I a magician?" You finally managed to sarcastically retort. "I'm a convincing person but not a miracle worker." You pulled your hand through your hair as you looked around the great hall to see if you could spot Lily.
"Alright, I'll see what I can do." You forced a smile.
James, who had been mostly confused at your words, disregarded it completely in delight at your acceptance to go out with him, even if it seemed somewhat reluctant. Not that it would matter because he was going to prove what an amazing boyfriend he could be. If you'd accept him, of course.
He was grinning from ear to ear, which you mistook as excitement at the prospect of a potential date with Lily. So when you abruptly turned on your heels and marched over to Lily, James watched you confusedly.
And when he heard you try to talk Lily into going out with him, he wanted to crawl in a ditch and die. He stood there, frozen and recounting how you could've interpreted that wrongly.
You returned to him after a while with an apologetic smile. "Yeah sorry Prongs, she-"
"You", he blurted out.
You raised your eyebrows. "Me?" You repeated back.
"The date, I meant you. A-and me of course. Us, like you and me on a date. Together. I thought maybe Hogsmeade?" He managed to force the words out nervously.
There was a long silence and James' shoulders slumped a little. Even more when you finally answered.
"Uh, no?" You said in a questioning manner. James officially wanted to die now.
"You're sweet James, and I don't think you do it on purpose but you're not interested in me like that." You began, trying to convince not only James, but yourself as well.
James opened his mouth to argue but you quickly interrupted him before he could properly do so.
"James, you really don't. And you asking me out on a date when you've quite literally been drooling over Lily just last week as you have been doing for the past 5 years, that's not very nice to me." You frowned.
"Oh." He whispered. He was once again at a lack of words for a moment. Terrible new habit, he thought. This was not how he thought it would go.
"I'd still gladly go with you to Hogsmeade though?" You offered. "Just you know, not as an easy second choice date while you are obviously head over heels with her."
'I'm not', he wanted to tell you, but it was obvious that you wouldn't believe him. "Yeah okay," he weakly smiled. "Just the two of us though."
You nodded and stepped forward, wrapped your arms around him and he leaned into you, returning the hug.
With his face pressed in your hair, eyes closed, he decided that this situation wasn't too bad. He's fought for Lily's affection for years. He'd fight harder for yours.
Part two
#james potter x fem!reader#james potter x reader#james potter imagine#marauders era#marauders#james potter x you#james potter x y/n#james potter fluff#james potter angst#james potter fic
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Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is smitten!
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"Evans?" Sirius' voice pulls Lily from her revision. She lifts her head, ready to shoot Sirius a glare, only to find him looking hesitant. It takes her by surprise. "Could I, uh... talk to you?" Never once has Sirius come to her for advice. If he needs to talk, he goes to James, sometimes Remus. Not Lily.
Part of her wants to say no and send him to one of his close friends, but she falters. Sirius isn't stupid. He would be going to James or Remus if he could, and he isn't.
"Five minutes," she answers calmly, closing her book. Sirius doesn't hesitate in pulling out the chair opposite Lily.
"Okay, right, uh... it's about Remus," He starts. "I just figured you were the right person to ask, because he spends a lot of time with you, and he... well, uh... do you know if he's- if he... fancies anyone?"
Lily narrows her eyes suspiciously. She needs to be careful here.
"Why? You trying to play matchmaker, or something?" She asks.
"Yeah! Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing!" Sirius says triumphantly, face brightening. "He doesn't really talk about that stuff with us, so I was just curious!" He seems a lot less nervous now, even offering Lily a smile.
The issue is, Lily knows exactly where Remus stands on romance, and she's made a promise never to tell Sirius. Namely, because Remus is absolutely, 100% gone for the man, and he's also entirely convinced that Sirius doesn't feel the same way. If he's really trying to get Remus a date, then she needs to shut it down.
"...no, he doesn't," she answers simply, moving to reopen her book.
"Oh. Okay." If Lily didn't just Remus' judgement, she would say Sirius sounds pretty dejected. Ah, well. It's probably about his matchmaking game being put to a stop. Before he can say anything else, Remus' voice rings out from beside the two of them.
"Hey, Lils, I was wondering if we could- Sirius! Hi!" Sirius' head whips around, and the shift in him is obvious. His cheeks have turned a hearty shade of pink at the sight of Remus, and the expression on his face is one that Lily can only describe as smitten.
Oh, wow.
Maybe Remus' judgement is a little... clouded in this department.
Sirius offers Remus a wave, and Lily watches the two of them, trying to figure out who's going to get their head back together first.
Remus wins, blinking harshly and turning back to Lily.
"Uh... the transfiguration homework, would you want to come to the library and work on it together?" He asks, and Lily nods.
"Yeah, sure. Two seconds." She starts to collect her stuff, shoving it into her bag. Right as she gets up, she turns to Sirius one more time. "My advice, Black? Ask him." Sirius' eyes widen, a realisation hitting him.
"How did you figure it out?"
She rolls her eyes with a smile, standing and starting to walk with Remus.
"It's written all over your face!" She calls behind her shoulder with a grin, before promptly stepping out of the portrait hole with Remus.
#platonic lilypad>>>#i missed lily so have some lily perspective#wolfstar#sirius black#wolfstar oneshot#marauders#remus lupin#remus x sirius#young marauders#moony x padfoot#atyd marauders#marauders oneshot
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Unknown Episode 5
Oh, Yuan. Your yearning is palpable through the screen, other people in the story are starting to notice, and I can feel the pain coming.
This show is building spectacularly. I feel like I'm with Yuan as his feelings become more and more uncontrollable, with Qian feeding them unknowingly at every turn. One thing the novel did so well, and that the show is pulling off too, is showing us that Qian also feels differently about Yuan than he does about other people, even if it's mostly on a subconscious level and he would deny it if you asked. He listens to him and worries about him in a way he doesn't anyone else, and he is attuned to his feelings even if he can't always articulate why. And everyone around him can see it. Lili has long accepted that this is just the way her brothers are with each other. The office ladies (fujoshis all, as it turns out) have clicked into their dynamic.
And San Pang is actively worried and starting to interfere in their relationship, because he can see two things clearly: 1) Yuan definitely likes Qian; 2) Qian seems to feel something for him in return even if he is not aware of it. I don't think San Pang would bother to interfere if he thought Yuan's feelings were truly hopeless. It's because he can see the way Qian unconsciously relies on and returns Yuan's affections that he's worried.
I like the way the show adapted this plot line from the book. Like many things in the story, they have softened the tone of it (San Pang was a lot more homophobic about it in the novel), and San Pang in general is pretty different here. In the book he's unattractive and loud and brash, while here he's so dreamy that Lili has a crush. But it's understandable that he would be uncomfortable with the idea of Qian and Yuan's relationship becoming romantic; he has grown up with them as brothers, too, and it's an idea he just can't reconcile with how he thinks of them. Attempting to redirect Qian's attention to a "more appropriate" love interest is a logical move, and one I can forgive him for, even though it's bound to fail. I'll be curious to see what exactly he says to Yuan next week.
As for Yuan, I just feel so much for him. His feelings are leaking out at every turn; he has entirely lost his ability to mask it. I was glad he got to come out to Qian, be accepted (after some token resistance), and at least clear this one hurdle in their relationship, but you can feel his frustration at still being too young to approach Qian in the way he wants (reminder that despite what the subs claim, he is still calling him ge, not using his name when they speak). Yuan is still in school and has other obligations and important life milestones to meet before he can come to Qian as an adult partner. Having to leave for things like training camp makes him unhappy when he just wants to be around to take care of Qian. I found the office workers filling in for him on Qian caretaker duty quite sweet, and I do think Qian loves the way Yuan dotes on him even as he pretends not to need it.
I am anticipating and dreading the inevitable implosion when Qian is no longer able to ignore Yuan's feelings and consequently has to confront his own. Next week is going to be painful for both of them.
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Not sure if anyone asked this but I’m very curious: If the angels are against Sera’s relationship with Lili then how come no one is calling out Domino’s love for Adam? It makes sense for that does it not?
Apologies for not putting this in the previous ask but also, what about Cheri and Junior’s friendship? Shouldn’t angels also be against that?
With Domino and Adam, that's because Domino is in hell. He's a fallen angel, aka a demon.
With Junior and Cheri, its because of 1) reasons i cant explain until later because spoilers 2) Being friendly with demons isn't considered something worthy of judgement. it's being intimate that crosses the line for angels.
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mdni. 18+ | bartylily, for @sommerregenjuniluft
the first time barty fucks lily, she’s terrified. completely scared by the way his size impales her, and he can tell. he picks up the pace, his hand lightly pressing on her throat. lily, curious as ever, looks down and watches as his thick length pulls out. it’s ridiculously long, she thinks when it stuffs back inside her, stretching her out beyond what she thought should be possible. she doesn’t think she can hold on, her nails digging into the bedsheets. her eyes are welling up with tears because jesus, he’s literally impaling her, over and over. it feels good, she thinks, it really does—way better than what it looks like, and barty can tell she’s nervous.
“hey,” he calls her attention to him and all lily wants is to hear his voice on repeat. barty cups her jaw, he’s gentle when he’s guiding her face to look at him. his hold’s strong enough so she can’t look away. “eyes on me, okay? i’ve got you, angel.” lily nods, a tear falling and she swears barty goes harder at that point. she watches him above her, his eyes on her. she thinks he looks so pretty like this. her muscles relax around him and his cock slides against her walls easier, hitting right at the back.
“there you go,” barty praises, his lips curling into a grin. “that’s my girl, you’re doin’ so well. fuck—feels nice, doesn’t it?”
lily nods, “uh, huh.” she cries, clinging onto him. the heel of her foot digs into the mattress and she pushes herself down onto his cock, feeling it stuffed deep inside her. she’s never felt so full before, never had anyone the way barty takes her.
at some other point, barty’s got a grip on her hair, pushing her head down into the pillow. he’s running a hand over lily’s side as she bends over the couch. he’s grinning and she doesn’t need to look behind to know it. “i wish you could see yourself like this,” barty murmurs.
“w–why?” lily chokes, her eyes red and puffy. her cheek’s smushes against the pillow, drool all over the fabric. barty pushes his hips harder, rocking lily’s body forward. a loud moan falls from her lips when he does that and her eyes close momentarily.
“your ass looks so fucking good,” barty replies, cursing under his breath and lowering his hand to slap her flesh. the loud smack is obscene and lily cries, both in pleasure and pain. her tight walls clench around his cock when he hits her, so he does it again and again. over and over. “makes me wanna fuck you until you can’t walk.”
barty grabs lily’s arm, yanking her closer to him. it’s violent but that’s barty. he presses her sweaty back against his chest, his lips kissing across her jaw and down her neck, tasting the tears that fall from her eyes. “want me to choke you, angel?” he offers, though he knows lily can’t say no. she nods dumbly, her mind all fogged up and she can’t speak.
he smirks down at her and when she expects his hand to wrap around her throat, she gasps when she feels his arm snaking around. he flexes his bicep, cutting off her airflow in a way she’d only ever dreamt about. lily grips onto his muscles, her nails digging into his flesh.
“there you go, pretty girl.” barty praises. “i know you love how i fuck you.”
when lily’s all done and fucked, reduced to nothing but a quivering mess, she pants hard with an arm thrown over her eyes to shield herself from barty’s gaze. he thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world, getting all shy after begging for his cock.
“baby, you came so much,” he commends through an exhale and a snicker on one night. barty had fucked her over and over, and lily struggled not to cry. she did that sometimes, the waterworks take over when her poor body is too overwhelmed. he shuffles and carefully pulls out from her. lily jolts from the sudden loss of being full and hot cum oozes out of her. both hers and barty’s pour out from her hole, and his grip on her waist tightens as he watches the liquid spill out from her. “fuck, angel, we did good.”
lily nods in agreement, moving just enough so he doesn’t think she’s ignoring him.
"fucked those pretty guts, didn't i?" he asks and she winces at his crude language. that flinch deepens, whimpering when his rough hands clutch the undersides of her thighs to pick her up more. he folds her over herself, stretching her legs impossibly further apart and she aches. "look at all that cum, angel. hell of a creampie." it raises her hips closer to his face, and he plunges two fingers into his mouth, coating them with spit to dip between her ass cheeks, gathering the sticky trail of white to scoop it back into her quivering hole.
"barty," lily cries, wiggling indignantly as he cruelly shoves his fluids back into her.
"can't let you waste it, sweet girl." barty tells her, moistening his lips as he devours the sight of her poor cunt struggling to hold everything he's giving it. "that's it. makin' me so proud right now."
#lune tag#can u tell i’ve been having sex and got inspired#bartylily thoughts 24/7#bartylily#barty crouch jr#lily evans#marauders#bartylily smut#barty crouch junior#marauders smut#layla writes
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WOTHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
tags: @illiana-mystery, @eclecticwildflowers, @iobsessoverfictionalmen
warnings: talk of sexual assault/harassment, swearing, drinking
A crashing noise woke me and I quickly bolted out of bed, grabbing my wand off the nightstand and going on the defensive.
“lumos.” My wand lit up the portion of the room the fireplace didn’t. Severus stood hunched over the side table in our living room, ragged breaths shaking his frame. “Sev?” I gently called out. Severus shook his head, his hair falling in his face as he did.
“he saw.” His voice was ragged and I could tell he was crying. “That damn boy saw.” Severus took a drink of whatever it was he had gotten from the kitchens. another swipe of his arm and more of our trinkets clattered to the floor.
“Who saw Severus?” I asked, resting my hand on his back and watching as he relaxed slightly. “Saw what?” Severus spun towards me, making me pull my hand back.
“potter.” He spat out. I watched him as he threw his glass back and downed the rest of his drink. It refilled itself and I knew what it was. “He saw…” Severus took a ragged breath again and wiped at his eyes with his sleeve. “By the tree…that day…his father…” I nodded and slipped into his personal space. “When his father…exposed…”
“I understand. I get it.” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around his waist. Severus nearly collapsed against me. The glass fell as he wrapped his arms around me. “Severus, believe me when I say he won’t tell anyone. He’s grappling with it just as much as you are.” I tangled my fingers in his hair. “Harry worshipped the ground James walked on and this proves everything you’ve been saying to him for years. And it proves Sirius was no better. Is no better.” Severus nodded against my neck. “He’ll go to Sirius and Remus. You know that. He will want answers. If he asks you…” Severus drew back.
“no. I failed. I failed my promise.” He sobbed, bending to retrieve the glass. I grabbed it before he did. “I said our lessons were over…I can’t…” I shook my head and grabbed his hands as he knelt down.
“Severus. He’s a curious boy. To the point of causing trouble. He’s going to want answers. Would you rather he gets them all from Sirius, who would encourage this hero worship or have a second opinion?” Severus stared at me wide eyed. “Keep in mind he knows next to nothing about lily. Aside from how kind she was and that his eyes look exactly like hers. You always wanted the boy to be closer to you. Despite the outward appearance you have with him, you do care for him. And you know why?” Severus shook his head, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Because you see lily underneath it all. She’s there. He just needs to know who she was.” Severus wiped his tears again as he sat on the floor.
“you think…” he took a deep breath to calm himself. “You think that’ll work? Even with everything those two have been filling his head with?” I nodded as I sat across from him.
“I’m sure it will.” I assured him. Severus looked behind him and sighed.
“I’m sorry for waking you.” He pulled out his wand. “Reparo.” Everything that had broken and was scattered across the floor fixed itself on its way back to the side table.
“it’s alright luv.” I assured him as I helped pull him up. “Now come on. To bed.” Severus smiled at me as he stood up.
“thank you.” He whispered as he stopped me to give me a kiss. “I’ll send him a note tomorrow. Explain all of this.” He brushed some hair out of my face and I nodded.
“sounds like a plan. But for now,” I drew him into our bedroom. “Let’s sleep.”
#alan rickman#alan rickman fanfic#alan rickman fanfiction#alan rickman imagine#alan rickman x reader#severus snape#severus snape fanfiction#severus snape fanfic#severus snape x reader#severus snape imagine
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The Red Means I Love You | Prologue
She treats him differently, she doesn't make fun of him or call him names. She was nice, she was pretty, she wasn't very smart but that's okay, he'll help her study. She was becoming someone who he couldn't let go of, he refused to let her go. She was his source of light... she was his everything and he'll protect her forever.
🎤 PAIRING: yandere!ni-ki x female!reader (Kurasawa Rin)
🎤 GENRE: yandere au
🎤 AUTHOR'S NOTE: this story is inspired by the song 'The Red Means I Love You' by Madds Buckley and the Japanese horror movie 'Liverleaf', the story is quite similar to the movie as is it heavily inspired by it.
🎤 CHAPTERS: 1
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"There's a fresh face joining us today."
"How did you find out?"
"Word's been spreading like wildfire."
It was odd, hardly anyone switched schools at this juncture. With high school nearing its conclusion and exams looming large, anyone making such a move must possess remarkable intelligence.
“Alright everybody, please give our new classmate a warm reception," the teacher announced, prompting applause from the students. The newcomer appeared visibly anxious, hands trembling as he clutched a camera hanging from his neck. Avoiding eye contact, he sought out a seat at the rear of the classroom.
Choosing the middle row at the back, he sensed the weight of curious gazes upon him, feeling as though he might be consumed at any moment. Attempting to return some of the looks, it didn’t help that he was the tallest in the class but thanks to his long fringe, no one knew who he was looking at.
Finally, school ended. The relentless stares had become overwhelming. Though it was normal for this school, it was located in the mountains. Barely anyone wants to deal with having to walk so far, even if they catch the bus, they still need to walk up the mountain so it was normal for them to be surprised that there was actually a new student. People in this school were either born around this small town or didn’t have enough money to send their kids to a better school.
He liked it. The school's entrance was adorned with an array of flowers, among which the spider lilies stood out, their vibrant red akin to the sun. With his camera slung around his neck, he couldn't resist snapping a photo, he loves taking pictures of pretty things.
“Oi Rin-chan, don’t forget to do the homework for Japanese!”
“I know, I know,” Rin replied, unlocking her bike and wheeling it out of the school gates. Just before she set off down the road, she noticed the new student engrossed in photographing the flowers. Amused by his comical poses, she couldn't help but chuckle, causing him to straighten up abruptly.
“Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you. I was gonna walk away but couldn’t help but notice you.” She chuckled once more.
“It’s alright…” his voice barely audible over the wind. “Everybody loves making fun of me anyways…” he mumbled, though Rin caught every word.
“I just thought you looked adorable trying to find the perfect angle," she reassured him with a smile, but he averted his gaze, embarrassment flushing his cheeks. The red started to spread on his face and he wanted the ground to eat him alive.
Trying to maintain his composure, he returned to photographing the flowers as Rin approached, still holding her bicycle.
"Mind if I take a look?" she asked, surprising him with her friendliness. "I'm Kurasawa Rin by the way, but you can call me Rin."
The boy nodded before handing her the camera, the strap was still hung around his neck so she had to move really close in order to see the pictures. His face started to betray him once more, his cheek was now hotter than ever.
“You're quite the photographer, Riki, was it?” Rin inquired, double-checking the name she heard from the teacher, she wasn’t really one to listen.
“Y-yeah, I’m Riki… but I would prefer if you call me Ni-ki instead…” He stammered.
“Sure,” Rin agreed cheerfully, noting Ni-ki's curiosity. Most people would question his preference, but she accepted it without hesitation, which both intrigued and unnerved him.
“Well, I should head home now. It'll be dark soon. You should go too, Ni-ki," she advised before walking away with her bike, and as she walked down the road he couldn’t help but grab the camera and attempt to capture the figure. It was a pretty scene, the path she was walking revealed the town's structure which was breathtaking. He thought it was a perfect addition to his 'Movie Scene' collection. He jumped a little as she turned back to catch him mid-action.
Startled by her sudden glance backward, he feared she would find him creepy, but instead, she smiled—a charming gesture that melted his heart. She did a peace sign with one hand while the other held onto the handle. He captures it. His heart skipped a beat as she turned away and continued to walk down the road. He wanted more. He wanted to capture her beauty more. He finally thought of a new collection. He was gonna call it the 'Kurasawa' collection. He can't wait to capture more pictures for this collection.
To be Continue
#enhypen imagines#enhypen yandere#ni ki x reader#nishimura riki#ni ki imagines#yandere ni-ki#riki nishimura x reader#enhypen x reader
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Baby, be the life of the party
This is Steve’s first solo project and the odds are not in his favor. Everyone he knows already told him the guy is a menace, but it’s the opportunity he’d been waiting for, so Steve takes it.
There’s a poll to how long it’s gonna take for him to quit.
Steve’s not a quitter, though. He’s used to people treating him like shit, so he’s not scared of the guy. His father has said and done much worse to him than this guy ever could. That doesn’t mean he’s not nervous about their first meeting.
He gets to the house early because first impressions matter. He knocks and a small redhead opens the door for him. She’s on the phone, but she motions for him to follow her to the backyard.
Steve is shocked. It’s not a house, it’s a fucking mansion.
Robin had told him the guy was famous and rich and whatever, but he didn’t expect any of that.
The girl points to a table under a tree, right across from the giant pool. There’s a guy sitting there and Steve takes a deep breath before walking to him.
“Mr. Munson. Hi, I’m Steve Harrington.”
The guy turns and scans him. He has sunglasses on, and Steve would bet his life on the fact he’s hungover.
They stare at each other and the guy doesn’t say anything so eventually, Steve sits down.
Silence.“I’m the party planner,”
“Didn’t know they were letting anyone do this shit.”
“I can assure you I know what I’m doing.”
“Yeah? Didn’t they tell you throwing parties to piss off your dad when you were a teenager doesn’t count as experience?”
Steve sighs. It's not the first time a client judges him for looking like he does. And he's not exactly surprised. From what he can gather, Eddie Munson is a metal guy.
He looks the part.
And worst of all? He looks good. Even if he's hungover.
"From what I understand, your daughter wants a Cosmic Princess theme this year? Is that it?"
Eddie grunts and Steve thinks this is the best he will get.
"Let me show you what I was thinking and if I have your approval, I can meet with her and see what ideas she likes best"
Steve doesn't miss Eddie's surprised expression, even as he suppresses it real fast. He shows him his folder with all his ideas and inspiration and he can tell Eddie wasn't expecting that.
He can tell Eddie is surprised with him and there's a part of him that feels good about it
When they are done, Eddie nods to the house.
"Chrissy will take you to Lily's room. She can have whatever she wants, within reason and not above budget. I trust you will know how to handle her."
"Yeah, of course, Mr. Munson. Your budget is very generous."
Eddie looks up at him for the first time all day and he almost smiles. Almost.
There's something mischievous behind his expression and Steve can't quite place it.
"You check in with me after she makes her choices, ok?"
Steve nods "Yeah, Mr. Munson. I'll be back."
"Oh, and Steve?"
Steve is already up, so he looks down, curious. This time, Eddie smiles.
"You can call me Eddie."
Steve smiles back, feeling like he must've done something right at least if Eddie is not cursing him already.
Maybe, just maybe, he might pull this out.
Part 1
Part 2 (soon)
#steddie#eddie munson#steve x eddie#stranger things#steddie fanfic#steve harrington x eddie munson#Steve Harrington#Party Planner AU#Alternate Universe
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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 9
chapter 16:
1. 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮 mulciber
2. ew. why does mulciber have to be clever?
3. holy shit. james thought reg died, so he brutally murdered mulciber. and kept chipping away even once the cannon sounded. holy shit
4. thank GOD they’re both reunited and hugging right now
5. not the note that sirius put in the canister 😭😭😭😭 “baby”. like, that was so passive aggressive and for what reason
6. oh got it. it’s a code to regulus as a tip to fake a relationship for the cameras
7. awww james brushes his thumb across reg’s cheek to apply salve. but also, that’s such a tender moment
8. ugly sobbing. james just misses sirius
9. AGAIN i will forever cry over what evan meant to regulus
10. god poor sirius. he had another memory lapse. that hurts.
11. (also the way sirius was able to note that ref genuinely has feelings for james because he’d never purposefully show soppy emotions like that to the world. so clearly calling james “baby” was an accident)
12. awww sirius offers to show his scars if remus shows his. that’s such an intimate thought
13. i feel bad that sirius has to do damage control for reg’s grief over evan
14. god, it’s the fact that both of effie and monty’s children had to go through the arena.
15. awww lyall and hope lupin’s love story is so sweet
16. AWWWWW crying again! sirius is going to tell effie and monty all about remus
17. “Remus glances over at Sirius and smiles slightly, because if there's one thing that Hope and Lyall taught him about love, it's that a happy middle is just as special.” 😧😧 what? and i’m supposed to be okay after reading that? like, i’m supposed to be okay?
chapter 17:
1. OMG WHAT??? LILY POV????
2. not the chapter starting with comments about how big lily’s boobs are 😭😭 also, i’m but a simple girl. i am now thinking about her boobs too
3. 😧 lily is connected to dorcas? and knew about fabian and gideon?? ARE WE GONNA GET TO SEE LILY EVANS??
4. OMG SHE LIVES IN THE PHOENIX WHICH IS EQUIVALENT TO DISTRICT THIRTEEN!!! FUCK YEAH (also i hope that this means that dumbledore’s death will be parallel to Coin)
5. lily is a menace and i love her for it
6. NO lily thinks remus is dead! babe, i promise you he’s alive! and he misses you too! everyday!
7. girl this is NOT dumbledores place. who gave him the right to tell that to lily? it’s not his place to say that she doesn’t have anyone left to love. doesn’t matter that it’s true. it’s not his damn place
8. eleven tributes left in the arena. gods i’m so worried
9. NOOO MOLLY!! THIS IS SO SAD
10. i’m still not okay over fab and gid’s deaths. and i’m still curious as to why
11. GIRL WHAT THE FUCK?? molly just started choking dorcas. i get she’s angry, but like, goddamn
12. AHHHHH they were involved in the order of the phoenix!!! that’s why!!!
13. sirius is watching james breathe on screen and is MATCHING his breathing. that really hurts and i can’t pinpoint why, but it does
14. james talking to sirius through the screen hurts so badly. he just misses his best friend. he says sirius is the strongest person he knows. everything hurts
15. “"Another word out of you, and I'll put my hands down yours just to rip your fucking cock off," Regulus hisses” LMAOOOOO
16. wolfstar banter >>>>>>>
17. “"I'd take being something with you over being everything with anyone else," Sirius tells him.” jfc i’m not okay after reading that. that sentence summarizes ALL of wolfstar perfectly
18. WOLFSTAR??? KISS?? OH BOY I AM BLESSED TONIGHT!!
19. dear lord i do not believe in, protect wolfstar in this lifetime and give them a happy ending
#marauders#regulus black#fanfic#james potter#jegulus#sirius black#remus lupin#wolfstar#lily evans#dorcas meadowes#crimson rivers
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AU where you're a minor god, living all the way back before the Archon Wars.
you're not one for fighting- in fact, you revel in the quiet gentleness of peace whenever you can, preferring to stay out of conflict and take care of your little patch of land as well as anyone who happens to wander close.
yes, apart from your pacifist nature, the other gods would agree that your unconditional love for everything that lives is what makes you stand apart from the others. every creature that you come across is cared for, whether injured or perfectly healthy, and in this way you manage to remain and live in your humble home, like you have for years.
what the others are unaware of, however, is just how far your kindness reaches.
it had been cloudy the day you found him, the air humming with unspoken electricity and rain. it never truly rained around your home- not unless you wanted it to, of course- but still, the sky spoke of things yet to come, and you watched outside, curiously. you were proven right when a small bird landed on your window, chirping and hopping about, clamping its beak around your finger and lightly tugging to get you to follow it. it leads you to the woods and through the trees before stopping at a small clearing and sitting on your shoulder.
a monster lies in the grass, collapsed from exhaustion near a gaping opening in the earth. with a gasp you run over and kneel beside the beast, quickly taking assessment of all the injuries you see and can't see, when suddenly its body jolts and it wakes, wheezing and letting out a horrible, broken hiss. the creatures weakly grasps a spear in an attempt to defend itself, but you gently hush, nimble fingers quickly tying bandages around the gravest of wounds and gashes. slowly the growls and snarls fade to pained whines, and with some support you're able to get the monster to your house, to safety.
you know it's from the Abyss- how could it not be? but it's hurt and you can help, which is far more important to you.
the creature- calling himself "Foul Legacy" slowly learns to trust you, and you find that he's sweet and curious, always looking around at the sunlit world in awe. he follows you everywhere, minus meetings with the other gods, and delights in having you run your hands through his soft ginger hair.
the first time he purred, you had to bite your tongue to prevent from singing from the sweetness of the sound.
soon he's well enough to leave, but he doesn't. Foul Legacy continues to shadow you, always following the same path you wander, resting his head on your lap as you read in the fields. he likes it here, in the sun, with you, and you say nothing because you love having him here just as much as he loves being here. the local humans, mortal and unknowing of the Abyss, have started calling him your companion, to which you always laugh and correct them, because you're each other's companions. it makes Foul Legacy purr and chirp happily when you say that, nuzzling his head into your hands and listening to your gentle laughter, a peaceful, quiet, happy life.
then Celestia opened up seats- seven seats, seven gods, one for each nation. no more, no less.
you're one of the first targeted, of course, your pacifist nature making you a seemingly easy target. but Foul Legacy fights back, with twice the aggression and bloodlust, the attackers finding themselves fleeing in terror. he protects you as you protected him so long ago, and in the evenings he cradles you gently so you can fall asleep in peace. he's determined to keep you alive, even if you're not the Archon in the end, that doesn't matter as long as you're alive and well.
he loves you, after all.
one day, you're out caring for your plants. you're worried, they've been wilting, see, because of all the destruction. you sing for them- plants like song, especially the glaze lilies, and Foul Legacy turns his back to survey the area.
there's the swish of a blade and a gasp, and his head snaps in your direction to see a sword protruding from your stomach, blood dripping onto your withered plants. a screech catches in his throat as he lunges to catch you, but you're already stumbling, death creeping its way towards you.
and you, the sweet, solitary god who cared for even the Abyss, falls.
#genshin impact#childe#tartaglia#gi ajax#foul legacy#foul legacy childe#genshin tartagalia#genshin childe#genshin tartaglia#genshin x reader#childe x reader#eheheheheheheeeee#*evil little cackle*#i love 'ray of sunshine' you and big moth monster protector#if there's enough interest i might make a part two#there's a lot of ways this can go too!!!#wifi's brainrot#short scenario#angst
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Welcome to my beautiful blog!!
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A haunting love
Finally I did something for muzan….
Warnings: death, angst ( Ik I said I wouldn’t do angst but here I am 🤷♀️)
The streets were streets were crowed with businessman rushing to get to their trains. Muzan was heading towards his chariot. He was going “home” to his “family”. As he made his way, he felt and odd warm gust of wind pass by him. It felt strange and unnatural, almost like something was lurking by. Usually when muzan has his mind set on something it’s impossible to change his decisions, but instead of continuing on he headed in the direction of the breeze.
He traveled 50 miles searching for whatever was calling him. The feeling soon left him as he stood there almost dumbfounded. He was pissed off for changing his routine to find nothing. His gaze eases as he spots your figure in a field of flowers. ‘Why is anyone here there isn’t a village in sight’, he thought to himself.
He curiously watched you finish gather flowers and set for your next location. He obviously wasn’t visible to your eye so you had no idea if anyone was following you.
You reached your village, which was a mile from the flower field. “I wonder what I should make for dinner tonight”, you thought to yourself out loud. Muzan stopped in his tracks staring in from the entrance of the village. Everything was destroyed, skeletons of animals and humans who use to inhabit the village. The memory hit him like a truck, this was a village he destroyed a year ago. He was even more curious how you managed to live.
He continues following you, until he reaches your house even more confused. Your house was beautiful and in perfect condition. Not even a scratch was on it. You walked in closing the door behind you. Muzan soon left feeling weird as if what he saw was only a dream.
A couple of weeks past and muzan can’t get that moment out of his head. He decided to visit to you.
You heard a knock at your door, “hello? Who’s there?”. Muzan musters up a innocent voice. “Can you please help me I’ve been lost for some time.” You open the door and invite him in. “There isn’t another village in miles, how did you end up here.” You ask pouring him tea, “I was looking for a remote village for business. But sadly i never made it there.” He explained. “Ah ok. There’s another village three miles to the west near the mountain I can help you get there if you’ll like.” You offered sweetly, “ it’s no use, I’ve missed it… I’ll just have to head home.”
You take his cold hand into yours, “ you should rest here for a while it’s really dark outside.” Muzan’s hearts beat faster giving him a feeling he’s never felt before. The compassion in your voice made him freeze up. “Are you alright, you’ve gone quiet sir. Oh I almost forgot to ask you for your name how rude of me.” You say slightly laughing releasing his hand. “ its Mu- Haku…” he says switching his words up quickly.
Ever since then,he would visit any chance he got almost neglecting his search for the spider lily. He’s even brought you things back like pretty kimonos or sweets. He would never admit to anyone that’s he’s fallen for a human but you. Years fly by as he spends time with you.
Eventually he told you his real name and what he really was. You were so into him you really didn’t care who he was.
On one special night, he finally asked you about why you lived here. “I wonder, why are you in a village like this? This house is so well made, while everything surrounding it is rubble.” You blushed as you rest your head against his shoulder. “I feel flattered, but the neighbors homes are also so beautiful.” He looked at you with a shocked expression. “What?… the whole place is destroyed but here. Haven’t you noticed you only lived here?!” He got up and faced you. “ muzan that’s nonsense, didn’t you see mister shikinara at the gate sweeping. He literally does that every night and morning. And the my neighbors dog and kids always play. Don’t you hear them?” He steps forward grasping on your shoulders. “Are you well? I hear nothing but you spewing delusions.” Muzan even tried his best to hear if there was any other humans here. And what guy at the gate? You sounded absolutely crazy to him.
“If you’re trying to mess with me it’s not going to work” you say standing up heading outside. “Open your eyes muzan dear.” You opened the door and beautiful lights and people were all over the streets. The street was loud, the dog next door barked loudly as giggling kids played with it. “Muzan are you unwell? Maybe your tired”. She closed the door and all the sounds stopped. She walked towards him. “How did you do that? How is this even possible!” One thing that muzan hates is being ignorant in a situation.
He walks past her opening the door. Finding a grey street with destroyed houses and buildings. He turns back to you, “there’s nothing… there is no one! What game are you playing with me?” He blinked and you were standing by your bedroom door. “Muzan, I’m making our bed. Come join me I don’t want to lie here alone.” You said sweetly.
He rubbed his eyes before rushing towards you. Then you were gone again. “ I know you’re a demon and you can’t eat food, but can you please try this. I made it from scratch.” You held a pan walking to the table and setting it down. He walked towards you carefully keeping his eyes on you.
“Laundry is so tiring can you help me dear” he dashed to your backyard. “ what are you doing?!” You snapped your gaze on him, “why are you yelling at me I’m jus-…. Honey come the fireworks are popping tonight! Their so pretty.” Just in between your words you appear at your gate. And once again a crowd in the street this time even louder.
He finally snapped. “ I killed everyone here and I destroyed every thing! None of you should be alive! Why are you alive!” His eyes glowed in anger. You stared at him and the crowd turned their attention to him. But the people in the crowd had a blank faces.
Muzan noticed as tear rolled down his pale cheek. “You’re dead already aren’t you…” “oh, I guess I’m dead muzan…” you smiled weakly and tears streamed down your face. He looked around and your house was rubbles and the crowed was gone and so were you. He looked everywhere flipping things and digging looking around for your body. He even checked the woods near the village. But he failed to find you.
He walked through the village to the flower field where he first saw you, trying to wrap his many brains around this situation. Then he spotted a familiar kimono print in the flower field. He rushes over to stand in front of your almost all skeleton body. “So I killed you….” He sits next to you carefully placing your head on his lap as he holds your hand.
“If you were still alive.. would you love me like you did..” he talked to you for hours until the sun was about the rise. “ I won’t mind if you hate me for killing you..” he lifts and takes your body to his castle.
He walks into one of the rooms closets to his lab placing you in there. He couldn’t believe he fell for a ghost, a woman he killed. Muzan knows that this was definitely karma for his sins. Ending thousands of lives just because he can.
Years passed, the room you were held in was filled with flowers, pretty lights, and gifts. Even though you died a long time ago he doesn’t go a day without visiting your grave.
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dating (hypothetically)
One helpful act on a stranger’s part leads to a headline article the next day, and in 24 hours, your whole life takes a turn when the stranger is revealed to be the heartthrob rocker, Cho Seungyoun.
➳ Characters: solo rock singer!Seungyoun x female reader/you
➳ Genre: comedy, fluff, showbiz au
➳ Words: 7.3k
➳ Warning: mentions of paparazzi, crazy fans and therapy
➳ A/N: Dedicated to @lily-blue
➳ WOODZ taglist: @dat-town
➳ Check out: my WOODZ masterlist
Straight out of a kdrama: WOODZ is pulling his alleged girlfriend out of harm in new pictures
One of today’s hottest items, Cho Seungyoun (also known by his stage name WOODZ) was seen in a rather intimate position with his alleged girlfriend on 20th May at around 9pm in Sogong-dong. In the pictures, we can clearly see the heartthrob rocker and a mysterious young lady talking in front of a 7-Eleven store, the girl reaching something out to him, then the multitalented singer-songwriter pulling her towards him - out of harm as a motorbike is seen passing by. The close scene is making fans swoon worldwide as it looks like a scene straight out of a kdrama.
However, some fans expressed their disappointment that their favourite singer is seen around a young lady as he has not announced that he was taken. On top of that, just a month before the incident, WOODZ was quick to reassure fans at his latest fansign that he was single, and went on to explain that his songs were mostly about searching for one’s self-identity, telling his haters off and raging about today’s society because he did not have a lot of experience in love.
Meanwhile, WOODZ debuted as a solo rock singer in 2021, and is one of the emerging artists of today’s music scene in South Korea, shaking up the hearts of young girls with his aesthetic and high-energy MVs, head bobbing songs and even his not so secret tattoos (which you can see in this previous article).
Check out the pictures of WOODZ and his alleged girlfriend below!
What do you think about the news? Are you happy for WOODZ and his alleged girlfriend?
Most of the time, you would not read such articles. You didn’t care about celebrities’ rumours, you watched their movies, shows and listened to their music, but you couldn’t care less about whom they dated and whom they didn’t. You knew that it was usually fake either way, or if it was actually true, then it was disgusting that paparazzis could put pictures up on the Internet, and the celebrities in question would be the ones receiving all the hate, not the ones who took the pictures without the others’ consent.
However, now, you were the one involved, you were the one seen in the pictures, and given the location, given the unmistakably hanging 7 on the sign behind you, anyone who frequented this particular area knew that it was this specific 7-Eleven, not somewhere else. Your boss had been meaning to fix the hanging 7 that was pretty much a safety hazard now, but to your luck, it was caught on camera just like your work outfit and your dyed blue-black hair even if your face was blurred out. Anyone who could put two and two together would know that you were working here, not just being here on a casual date with this so-called heartthrob at 9pm.
“This is just unbelievable, who do they think they are?” You exclaimed angrily as you tossed the phone showing the article back to your co-worker, Yohan. He was the one who had brought up if you had seen the article published early in the morning after you had asked him why there were more people here than usual, and why they were giving you odd glances. So while Minhee was taking over the counter, you and Yohan were in the staff room, away from the curious eyes. Who knew when paparazzi would show up here at this rate?
“I thought the same. You and a rock singer dating? Please,” the younger boy huffed as if he had any right to talk about your non-existent love life like that when he himself wasn’t any better. When a pretty girl showed up at the counter, he basically malfunctioned. He could only be bratty to girls who treated him like a younger brother - yourself included.
“We are not dating. I was just giving his wallet back because he had left it on the table inside the store, then he thanked me for it, and then, the motorbike guy came, and yes, he did pull me towards him, but it was anything but romantic. I felt so awkward, I wanted the ground to swallow me up.”
“But why? You are the one who always complains that chivalry is dead!” Yohan pointed out with a raise of his eyebrows, and you had to give it to him that he was right.
“I don’t know, it was just… weird. He’s practically a stranger!” You reasoned as you leaned onto the shelf with the uniforms, your head throbbing ever since you had laid your eyes on the article. This could not be happening… This had to be a dream… You were the most ordinary person on Earth, why did you have to get caught up in a dating rumour with a rock singer?
“So you didn’t even exchange numbers that would mean you could contact him now?” Yohan broke the momentary silence, his face pondering. You, on the other hand, gave him a deadly glare as if he had asked if you had killed a person.
“No, of course not. I’ve told you there’s nothing between us.”
“It’s not too good then. How are you going to discuss what to do about the whole situation?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know if celebrities discuss these things when they are rumoured to be with common people,” you reasoned, letting out a huff of air at the end of your answer. You ran a hand through your hair, not caring about the mess you would leave behind because it was a mess either way. Not just your hair but the whole situation.
As if it could get any worse, the door of the staff room flung open, and your manager walked in with his hands on his hips.
“Would anyone mind telling me why people are asking ME if the girlfriend of a certain singer is working here? And by anyone, I mean you,” he said as he pointed at you. Oh, come on, could this get any worse?
“Look, there’s nothing going on between me and that certain singer, I swear. I just went after him last night because he left his wallet behind. That’s all.”
You tried with your most confident tone and your most convincing puppy eyes, but you should have known that didn’t work on your manager. He wasn’t a bad manager, if anything, he was a reasonable boss. However, what he hated the most was drama, and if anyone caused trouble, he would go absolutely feral. Good thing that he hadn’t yet done so.
“This is still not good. People are flooding the store, and they don’t even buy anything. How did they even know it’s our store?”
“It’s because of the hanging 7 above the door,” Yohan chirped in, and even though he wanted to be helpful, it didn’t work because your boss just became even angrier.
“Fine, then I’ll fix the sign now, and you should take the day off while we figure out how to keep the peace of our store.”
“But-” You tried to protest, but your boss didn’t let you, and told you firmly to take the day off. He even mentioned that you should try to dye back your hair in case that would help with people not recognising you around here, and whilst it was reasonable on his part, you felt like a child being reprimanded for something you hadn’t even committed.
May it be your fury or the fact that you had the whole day to yourself afterwards, but you had a plan: if you didn’t know how to contact that so-called singer, you should find out where his agency was, and maybe, they would help you settle the case if you were cooperative.
Or so you hoped.
When you let Yohan know about your plan before leaving the store, he insisted on accompanying you. He came up with sillier and sillier answers as to why (what if crazy fans would flock you? What if someone would throw eggs at you? What if they wanted to throw you out of the agency when they got to know why you were there?), so you told him you would wait until the end of his shift, and then you can go together. In the meantime, you looked up this so-called WOODZ’s agency - it was his own agency according to the articles which made everything more and less intimidating at the same time -, and spiralled down into the hellhole of the internet, seeing too many versions of the story of last night, but none of them were true. Some even went as far as to say that you had been kissing after this singer had pulled you closer to him, and one commenter even said that she saw you leaving the store with the celebrity. Absolute nonsense, absolute bonkers. If you hated gossip before, now you absolutely detested it.
Getting inside the agency was no big deal as it seemed that there was an exhibition part of the building about the artist’s life that fans could visit, but getting through the receptionist to talk to Cho Seungyoun himself was more difficult.
“We can’t just let anyone inside that says that they are the girl in the articles.”
“Do you think I would come here for fun if I wasn’t that girl?” You counter-attacked the receptionist dude who couldn’t let you in for safety reasons which you could understand, but still, his explanations were getting on your nerves.
“Crazy fans do exist,” Yohan blurted out absent-mindedly beside you, totally not helping the situation. You gave him a deadly side-eye before turning back to the receptionist.
“Do they even dye their hair to the colour of my hair?” You threw the question at the dude behind the desk, then threw your hands up in the air out of frustration. “Then, what can I do to meet him? Can’t you just tell him that I’m here, and he can see for himself whether it’s me or not, then problem solved,” you suggested as your last piece of hope, and that seemed to spark something in him.
He gave you one long stare before picking up the phone and calling someone (hopefully the so-called heartthrob), then randomly took a photo of you, and when you asked what it was for, he explained that it was for identification to send to Mr Cho as he called the artist. Yohan mumbled something along the lines of ‘how cool’, and before you knew it, you were given a visitor’s pass, and told to go to the fifth floor.
“And what about me?” Yohan puckered his lips at the receptionist who seemed to be on the edge already.
“And who would you be?”
“Her colleague. Her emotional support colleague who wants to make sure that she’s treated right,” he answered all too seriously, and if you didn’t know him, you would say that he was overreacting, but you knew that he could be very adamant when it was about people who were close to him.
You two had been on good terms ever since he had started working at the convenience store and given that you were older and had worked there already, you had been the one to show him the ropes, and you had developed this sibling kind of relationship quickly. He and Minhee could talk about all the boyish topics they wanted while you gave him life advice when he needed it and got him out of trouble when he messed up an invoice or clumsily broke something.
“Fine. But no pictures or videos, either of you,” the dude warned you both before giving out a visitor pass to the younger boy as well who giddily followed you through the gates, and eventually to the fifth floor.
As soon as you stepped out, there was a 30-something guy waiting for you two who introduced himself as Han Seungwoo, WOODZ’s manager. Then, he led you to a meeting room after a few empty corners, and when you stepped inside, the rock singer was already there, looking up from a bunch of documents when you stepped inside.
Last night, the singer had been wearing a casual grey hoodie, similarly plain sweatpants and no make-up. He had looked like your typical boy-next-door, although he was far from a young boy now, and you had no handsome neighbours like him. Even though you would have wanted to deny, you couldn’t deny that he was attractive, not in a pushy way, not in an overwhelming way, but there was a certain degree of boyishness mixed in with his muscular features, and he just looked nice, even as a casual visitor last night.
Now though in a chic white shirt pulled up until his elbows, sliced back hair, slight dark make-up, he did look extra fine. Damn it, it would have been easier to shout his head off (to find a solution to the problem at hand, of course) if he hadn’t looked like that.
He stood up, bowed at you two before signalling to the chairs on the other side of the table.
“Good afternoon! Please, take a seat,” he greeted you two politely, and you exchanged a glance with Yohan beside you. Was he always extra nice, or was it because he didn’t want you to get more frustrated because he believed that you weren’t in the best mood? Either way, he was like a real gentleman, and even his voice was gentle (was a rock singer allowed to have such a gentle voice?) as he introduced himself officially while all of you were taking a seat at the table.
The artist’s manager sat beside Seungyoun himself (he mentioned that he preferred his real name, not his stage name) while you and Yohan were on the other side, introducing yourself quite clumsily, to be honest. However, Seungyoun didn’t give you an odd glance when Yohan introduced himself as your little brother-like colleague who was definitely not your boyfriend before he wanted to know.
“Well, thank you for the information,” Seungyoun chuckled hearing the younger boy’s words, and his eyes turned into little crescents as he was laughing. That was really cute or something, but you weren’t here for that. You were here to get out of this mess.
“So uhm… I don’t know how people do this usually, but can’t you release an article saying that there’s nothing between us, and explain what happened exactly? It’s giving me a hard time at work, people are flooding the store and asking questions. My manager is also quite agitated,” you explained in one-go, hoping that all this newfound information will make him empathise with you enough to agree to your plan.
There was a few seconds of silence when Seungyoun and his manager exchanged a glance, and you felt your heartbeat picking up its pace. What if they thought you were crazy? What if they didn’t want to stir up even bigger of a mess? Such thoughts crossed your mind, but the casual way they gave in eased your worries.
“There’s no guarantee that the public would believe you two, but we can try with an official release on the agency’s side,” the manager articulated solemnly, and you nodded immediately, knowing all too well that the public could think whatever they wanted despite the truth being far from the situation.
So you got started on putting together a statement, and since you were already there, Seungyoun wanted you to have a say in this. Not because he didn’t remember what had happened the night before (you couldn’t have wiped the memory from your mind even if you had wanted to), but because he wanted your consent as to what they would put out. Yohan nudged you in the side hearing that, and you mouthed a why, but he just gave you a smug, boyish grin in return. What was he up to, jeez?
The statement took longer than you would have thought so, and Yohan got so bored in the meantime that he started scrolling on his phone. Thank god he did though because another mess was on its way, it seemed.
“Oh… Ooohh… This is not good,” he vocalised while you were doing the finishing touches on the text, and all eyes were on him now. He pushed his phone to the middle of the table, an anonymous post with the title ‘WOODZ’s alleged girlfriend is seen at the artist’s agency' open on it. You immediately snatched the phone and scrolled down to read what they had to say.
“I saw WOODZ’s alleged girlfriend entering the boy’s agency earlier today, about an hour ago. She was seen with another guy who seemed like her brother or something… Either way, here are the photos I’ve taken… You can clearly see that it’s her, and now we can be even more sure that he’s dating her,” you quoted from the post, your mouth hanging agape at the end as you looked at the photos taken of you and Yohan entering the building. Even though you both had masks on, your dyed hair was still the same, and it seemed that it was enough for the eagle-eyed fan to spot you and make it into an announcement.
You felt like the ground opened up beneath you. Just how… Why… How did this even happen? How could showbiz be like this? When the rumours and drama were far away from you in magazines and on online boards, it did seem bad, but not this bad when you were directly the target of these rumours. It was one thing that you had gotten swirled up in one rumour, but to be caught up in another one? Sure, you could have been more careful when you had entered the building, but should you be paranoid from now on?
“I think at this point it would be easier if you two just… dated,” Yohan blurted out casually, and you felt your eyes widen as you gave him a glare.
“He has a point,” Seungyoun’s manager, Seungwoo, voiced out his opinion as well, and given the singer’s solemn face and lack of response, you had a feeling that he felt the same way.
“That does not solve the problem of me not being able to work because of what’s happening at the store.”
“You can work here. We have some vacancies,” the rock singer suggested seriously, his eyes boring into yours. You could tell that he was being genuine, and since he was the CEO of his own company, he could make it work, but still…
“Wouldn’t that make everything worse?”
“Well, that depends on how you see it. If you work here, we can give you a piece of mind as no one will bother you here. You can also come in from the back or from the garage which are for staff only, not through the main entrance which is for the general public. We can also appoint you a security guard if you would like to. It’s my company, so we could also make adjustments as you see fit. You wouldn’t need to feel like you inconvenience anyone because this is what we do here, that’s our job,” he announced confidently as if he had practised it already. Maybe it wasn’t a surprise that he could lead his own company, he seemed to take everything into consideration while speaking eloquently about a matter.
“We can’t do that elsewhere, but I also understand that you have your own job, your own goals, your friends and colleagues there, so it might not be your first choice,” he added a bit belatedly when you still didn’t speak up. He kept the eye-contact with you, but that just made everything worse because you wanted to believe him. You felt like you could believe him when he looked at you like that, but it was still so sudden, so new and so… scary.
“I… I think I need a bit more time to think about this,” you concluded when you found your voice, and the artist and his manager both nodded.
Seungyoun asked his manager to give you a pass if you needed to come by in the future, you also exchanged contacts, and you also decided to drop posting the official announcement for now. The singer told you to contact him anytime you felt like you needed it because of the situation, and before you would have left, he even apologised for the trouble.
“It’s not your fault. You can’t change the fact that you are a celebrity,” you responded out of empathy, and you saw hurt flash across his orbs, but you didn’t want to ask about it. You were sure that he had his fair share of hardships while being in the spotlight even without articles being written about him.
Maybe he was going through one right now as well.
Working at Seungyoun’s agency seemed like the most reasonable choice given the circumstances, but it took you a whole bunch of supposedly helpful things - such as writing a pros and cons list - and totally unhelpful things - such as tossing and turning in bed at night for two days in a row to make that decision. In the meantime, you went to dye your hair to black and cut it jaw-length short - shorter than it had ever been - so as to at least confuse the paparazzi or fans if they passed you by or came by the store. You still got odd glances, but at least you could have some peace of mind before leaving the store - and your lovely coworkers - behind. Your manager let you quit immediately given the circumstances, and Seungyoun let you join a few days later when you felt ready and had enough of being scooped up at home. You were more nervous about going outside when you were alone at home than when you were actually outside.
It didn’t mean that it wasn’t scary, but they were really nice at the company, and apart from Seungwoo, the artist’s manager, and Wooseok, the receptionist (you got to know his name later on), no one knew who you actually were, which was a relief. You had your own pass, your own duties as an assistant in the production office, and since you were a newbie (and that’s how you had been introduced to everyone on the first day), no one looked at you weird or deemed you incapable. They showed you the ropes, and soon enough, you were sucked into the world of album production, concept making, marketing plans and merchandise distribution. In the meantime, the rumours died down a bit though it didn’t mean that you were 100% rid of your fears and slight paranoia whenever you stepped outside.
Seungyoun, on the other hand, was kind and polite like the first time you met him - to be precise, the second time, but the first one at his company -, and when you bumped into each other in the corridor, he frequently halted to ask how you were doing and what you were up to. He did that with other employees as well, so you weren’t an exception, but it felt nice that he cared nevertheless. Especially because you knew that he was super busy recording for a new album, and he had his own company to run, so he had a lot to do.
You did look him up in the meantime, listening to some of his songs, and actually found yourself growing fond of his own style, especially when you felt like you could conquer the world while listening to a few of his angriest songs (they were great for singing in the shower when the stress got to you).
However, you didn’t really look up his stages and such, so when you were in a meeting to decide on his outfits for his next comeback and they were showing old press and stage photos and even videos of past performances, you were taken aback to see more revealing clothes on him such as sleeveless shirts, blazers without anything underneath and tank tops. You hoped that no one noticed that you were visibly shocked because you sure were. Seeing him in his usual cardigan and cotton pants combo or elegant, usually loose shirts were common, but seeing him like that on stage… well, that made you feel a bit uneasy because he seemed to know the power he had on his fans.
Days went by, the comeback was closer, and days got longer as everyone prepared extra hard. So after a long day when you wanted to have some time to yourself before leaving for home and joining the hustle-bustle of the commuting city centre, you went up to the rooftop of the company building. You looked at the buzzing city beneath you with all its sparkling city lights while taking a few sips from your carbonated drink and trying to ease the headache that was creeping onto you.
However, when the door to the rooftop flung open, and Seungyoun himself walked out, you felt uncharacteristically bashful as if you had been caught red-handed being here. It was common for colleagues to come up here during breaks, you just happened to be here on your own now. Well, he didn’t seem to mind your presence either, just asked if he could join you.
“Sure. It’s your company after all,” you told him semi-jokingly, and he reciprocated your smile as he stepped beside you, leaning onto the rail just like you did. He had a really charming smile, you had to admit, and it was lovely when his eyes turned into little crescents because he was someone who had that typical cute eye smile that could make girls swoon.
“Sometimes I still find it hard to believe that it’s mine,” he admitted as he looked at the city. You had read that he had been writing and producing songs, even being a back-up vocalist for a lot of acclaimed artists before creating his own company and debuting as a solo artist. You didn't know before that people could be paid a lot from royalties, but he sure had his name on a lot of different artists’ songs, and he had also been working part-time before becoming a full-time musician. So he had absolutely worked hard for it, that was one for certain.
“Is it better or worse to have your own company?”
“In a lot of aspects, I think it’s better because I have a lot more freedom, I have a lot more say in my artistic direction, but on the other hand, if I get into a scandal or my sales go down, the whole company could suffer the consequences including the trainees and solo artists that are here now,” he concluded as eloquently as always, and you couldn’t help but think of the dating rumour that you two had been a part of.
“I’m sorry that-”
“You don’t need to be sorry for that. I didn’t mention the scandals because of that,” Seungyoun cut you off before you could immediately go full-on regretful mode. Then, he gave you a soft, gentle smile, and continued slowly yet confidently. “Part of being in this industry is about dealing with the rumours and groundless accusations. They are pretty much inevitable, so one needs to work on themselves to withstand it. I also did that through counselling, and I still see a psychologist from time to time. They’ve helped me a lot at the beginning of my career, and it’s good to have those sessions to clear my mind and give space to more important thoughts and ideas.”
You heard of the free psychological consultation artists, trainees and employees under the company could sign up for, and you applauded Seungyoun for the initiative and also for speaking up about the matter. It must not be easy for him with the stigma around mental health in the industry, but that was just one more reason you looked up to him.
Since he shared something more vulnerable about himself, you decided to do the same. So after a long breath, you shared with him that you had also seen a psychologist when you hadn’t gotten into university upon graduation, and you had believed that all of your dreams had been crashed and taken away from you. It had been such a dark time for you, something that you didn’t like talking about, but it led you to start working at the 7-Eleven and make friends with your colleagues - something that you had never taken for granted afterwards.
“What would you have wanted to become? If you don’t mind sharing,” he inquired after sharing your sentiment that reaching out to a professional in times of need isn’t unnecessary, but rather brave.
“You’re going to laugh-” You started tentatively as the young man turned towards you to give you a semi-offended glare.
“I won’t, I promise.”
He looked at you like a puppy that was waiting for a treat, eyes all shiny and bright under the dim lights around, and after a long sigh, you gave him your answer.
“I wanted to be a journalist. Not the gossip magazine type, but maybe writing about hidden gems in Seoul, travel content and interviewing people about their life stories.”
When you finished, there was a moment of silence before the boy erupted into laughter. You almost threw hands at him because he had promised not to laugh, but before you could do so, he justified his action, still giggling.
“I thought you would say something like… I don’t know… astrophilosophy, and that’s why you said I would laugh.”
“What? Would you have laughed if I had told you so?” You raised a challenging eyebrow, but in the next moment, you also found yourself laughing along with him.
Gosh, it seemed so easy to be around him like this, it almost seemed easy to imagine that it could always be like this with him despite you two having quite a bit of a history yourselves. You didn’t even want to think about the what ifs regarding your future, you just enjoyed this moment and the conversation you were having.
You didn’t know just how crazy a comeback season could be until you found yourself in one, but it was super busy, everyone was doing a lot of work, and although you were only an assistant, not the ones actually making decisions and tracking sales and engagement, you were always on the go as well. It kept your mind occupied, so you didn’t have to worry about your paranoid thoughts that actually easened a bit once Seungyoun made his comeback and mentioned that the truth wasn’t what was written in those articles once asked about it at a fansign.
He didn’t outright deny anything, he shared only this much, and asked fans to understand that if he didn’t come out with a story on his own, it was to protect the privacy of the person involved (aka you), and he wanted to be as considerate as possible in such an intrusive situation as it was. It seemed to calm the nerves of the fans, and since the boy didn’t post anything suspicious on social media or said anything that could indicate more, the rumours died down. Seungyoun even won at music shows and his album sales were solid, so the rumour didn’t seem to affect his comeback (thank god).
Yohan was having the time of his life in the meantime though, watching variety shows of Seungyoun during his breaks at work because he was loving the idea that you were now working for the singer (he said it was like a fanfic coming true). Instead of you, now he had Minhee and Hyeongjun - the new employee to replace you - to chat to, and as quiet as Minhee was, Hyeongjun was a chatterbox, so these three really gave you a headache with all their questions in the groupchat Yohan made for you all. Somehow it seemed that you adopted these boys as little brothers, and they were living their best life being your adopted siblings.
Thankfully, your parents were also reassured that even though you changed jobs so quickly, you managed the new tasks and responsibilities well, and despite them not having heard of your rumour before, you came clear to them, and explained everything. As expected, they believed you over the rumours and were extremely happy to see that the singer protected your privacy, yet stood up for you (and himself as well).
However, even with a pretty successful comeback season ending, work didn’t stop, and it was true for you and Seungyoun as well. You needed to ask him about some materials, but when you asked his manager, he told you to check his office first. The singer wasn’t there, so Seungwoo suggested his studio.
As you got closer to his recording studio, you could already hear an unfamiliar melody in the hallway. Not that you had listened to all of his songs (okay, maybe you had done so a few times), but you knew most of his songs, so you guessed that he wasn’t practising but rather working on new songs. You decided to ask about it once you knocked on the door and he let you in.
“Are you working on a new song?”
“Yeah, work never stops, and it’s good when inspiration hits,” he explained as he looked up from his keyboard, a weary albeit gentle smile playing on his lips. Even though you were here to ask a work-related question, you couldn’t help but pry a bit. You knew that he was always so enthusiastic to talk about his music to anyone, so you hoped he wouldn’t mind.
“It sounded a bit different from what you usually put out. Are you venturing into something new?” You quirked an eyebrow, curious and genuine as usual. He dropped a shy smile, scratching the back of his neck as if he was unsure what to call this new song.
“I want to, but I’m just experimenting for now,” he reasoned almost timidly, and this was the side of him that you usually didn’t see in a work setting. You saw clips of him being shy when fans complimented him or when other musicians called him their role model, but he was usually this confident, ever-so-ready-to-take-on-the-world kind of artist and CEO at the company, so it was rare to see him in such a state.
“Do you want to have a listen?” Seungyoun inquired as he kept the eye-contact. There was no challenge in his eyes, no fear, no pressure… He was just there, suggesting something that you didn’t know whether he suggested to a lot of people, but you didn’t have any reason to say no.
So you took a seat beside him while he was clicking something on his computer, then the first few accords of the song started slowly, calmly. It was like walking on the beach, by the ocean, reminiscing about the past while getting lost in the crystal clear water peacefully reaching for the sand under your feet. Then, the song gradually picked up its pace, and the waves started crashing down on the shore, unpredictable and hard, like a sudden rainpour that brings heavy winds, dark clouds and unforgiven rain.
The song went back to a more tranquil pace after the first chorus, but the waves hit again at the second chorus, and the water kept coming and coming through the bridge, and with one last burst of rage, it came to an end.
You felt like the air was sucked out of your lungs when it ended, the song felt so personal and raw. Just like how in those movies, you see all these flashbacks while the character is rushing to turn their life around, this is how you felt when you were listening to this song, and when it ended, it seemed like there was an intersection where you could choose where to go, what to take away with you.
“Wow… that was… amazing,” you jumbled the first words that came to your mind because truly, you were very positively taken aback.
“Did you really like it? You can be honest-”
“I really liked it. It was really heartbreaking though…” You admitted as you turned your head to look at the singer. When he was all scooped up like this, many empty water bottles on his desk, bright, wide eyes waiting for your answer, he seemed more like a school kid hoping that you liked the idea he had or the small thing he had put together than the CEO of this very company.
However, there must have been a reason he let you listen to this song, and even though you could have easily dodged the question, you decided to ask about it.
“Was it inspired by real life? You don’t have to tell me if you aren’t comfortable…”
“Yeah, it was,” he told you directly, cutting you off. There were a lot of instances when you could feel the emotion in a singer’s voice, and Seungyoun’s song had to be the prime example of that. It was like he was bleeding through the syllables, that’s why you had such a gut feeling.
You didn’t even want to push for more because he seemed to be zoning out after his answer, but a few seconds later, he started sharing the story behind the song.
“I had a relationship before I became a solo singer, and part of why she left me was because of me potentially becoming famous. We kept getting into arguments, and I knew I couldn’t ask her to stay because I understood a part of her reasoning, but after a while, she always found something to nitpick, and nothing I did seemed to please her. It just got messy, and I didn’t really write love songs because it was difficult not to be reminded of the whole experience. But now the inspiration just hit and this song was born in three days,” he shared without batting an eye.
The more he talked, the more your heart churned, and you wondered if it were to ever be released, how would this particular girl react to it. Seungyoun wrote in the song that he was madly in love, but he was tired of the arguments, and how she always left him first, leaving him behind, bleeding and badly hurt. It might have been even messier than you could have imagined.
“I’m so sorry,” you mumbled tentatively, though you wished you could have said more, said something better. You knew that relationships could be messy, but hearing about someone’s experience who was this gentle and who had such a big heart, you had this feeling that you wanted him to have the best possible relationship he could have. You wanted to see him happy, you wanted to hear his love songs that were more joyful. Was that weird?
Seungyoun’s raspy voice was the one that brought you back to reality.
“I just don’t know if I can ever ask anyone to give up a part of their privacy to be with me,” he shared like a sorrowful plea, and this time, you didn’t need to search for the words. You were ready to give him your point of view.
“Look, you made it happen in my case as well. I think you’ll be able to work it out if both parties want to.”
“Would you really let it?” Seungyoun inquired, and you didn’t have to ask him to specify what he meant. You knew that he was asking about you agreeing to a public relationship, and given that you had that experience or semi-experience, you knew that it was both easier and more complicated than one would think. Yet, it wasn’t the idea that surprised you, it was the way he asked about it. As if he was asking about it in your case as well. As if he was asking about it because…
“Like hypothetically, of course…” He added belatedly when he saw you gaping at him like a fish, unable to blurt out any coherent words.
“Of course…”
“If we actually dated, would you really be willing to give up a part of your privacy for me?” Seungyoun asked head-on, and though you were dancing along the lines of the hypothetical-not so hypothetical question, your heart was bouncing like crazy.
“Yes. You’re a great person and you deserve it. I mean, if hypothetically I was in love with you, I would feel that even more intensively. It might not work out, but at least I would want to give it a try,” you confessed straightforwardly, each and every one of your words genuine. From what you had seen and what you had experienced beside Seungyoun, you had a feeling that he would be the most caring, most considerate boyfriend who would want to do nothing but protect and cherish his significant other, and even just the thought of it sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.
His lips blossomed into a coy, yet joyous smile, and you had to look away for a few seconds to be able to think straight. Afterwards, you tried to divert the topic to the actual question you had come here to ask regarding work, but even after you dealt with that and left his studio, you had this fuzzy feeling in your stomach.
Oh boy, were you in love?
You didn’t mean to, but somehow you blurted out what you had talked about with Seungyoun regarding you two hypothetically dating, and Hyeongjun went crazy in the groupchat. He said that it was a sure sign the singer was in love with you, but you shrugged off his words.
Nevertheless, the more you tried to pay attention to Seungyoun’s actions towards you, the more you realised that despite him being a very polite person in general, he wasn’t like that to other employees; he didn’t get them their favourite brand of fruit juice at the end of long days, he didn’t have hour-long conversations with them on the rooftop of the agency, he didn’t share more and more songs with them in his studio after working hours, he didn’t offer them to give them a ride home, and he most definitely didn’t fall asleep on their shoulder once he pulled an all-nighter in his studio and was tired the next day.
On the other hand, with him, it wasn’t like crashing and burning, it was a gradual landing, not an instant fall. You both needed time to open up, to be more sure about the other’s intentions and feelings, and slowly yet surely, you walked towards the same direction. There was no grande scene either when you confessed, it was just like any other day, it was just like any other recording studio session when he showed you one of his songs, and somewhere along the lines, he admitted that his question wasn’t about hypothetically dating, and you admitted that you knew.
Afterwards, you were both smiles and giggles, and nothing really changed, except that there was an even more peaceful air around you two. Apart from that, everything was the same, you still kept things professional during working hours, but one thing was for sure: at least you could tell Hyeongjun that he was right: Seungyoun’s question wasn’t actually about hypothetically dating.
You didn’t even mind though.
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💠💙醉 | drunk; intoxication
By:sweetlolixo
Summary:
Lan Wangji takes shelter at a brothel on a rainy night. Still a long distance away from Gusu, he resigns himself to asking for a room.
“No women,” he makes sure to say to the madam, simply wanting to rest.
When he opens the door to his room, there is a man draped in red silk, waiting for him.
“Xiansheng,” the man croons. “It’s a beautiful rainy night, are you going to stand there all day?"
Chapter:1/1
Words:15,346
Status:completed
(Hu li jing wei ying)
Thank you for the stay,” Lan Wangji says. It’d been beyond his wildest expectations.
“Our pleasure,” the madam answers. “We made sure to send no one up, like you asked.”
Lan Wangji pauses.
“Mn,” he nods, in acknowledgement.
Without the smell of water lilies stinking up the air around him, he can think a bit clearer.
He leaves the brothel, and sees A-Ying out front, already waiting for him.
“Lan er gege!” A-Ying calls.
Lan Wangji smiles softly. “A-Ying.”
The fragrance is back
~
Lan Wangji says. “A-Ying is a brilliant person.”
“Yes, far too brilliant,” Lan Xichen agrees. “For someone raised in a brothel.”
Lan Wangji’s eyes dart up to him. He should have guessed. His brother never begins innocent conversations with him. “Xiongzhang.”
“You have probably guessed much earlier than me,” Lan Xichen smiles, looking on. “That he has lied about his background. You knew even before you brought him back to Cloud Recesses, didn’t you?”
Lan Wangji purses his lip. “It’s not important to me.”
“Aren’t you the least bit curious?” Lan Xichen questions. “Why he has lied.”
“He must have his reasons,” Lan Wangji says.
“Ah, yes, you have also been blinded,” Lan Xichen says. “Just like shufu and me, but even worse. As the main target of his desire, the effect is most potent on you.”
Lan Wangji sucks in a breath. “Xiongzhang, you are insinuating—”
“Few spiritual creatures can do this,” Lan Xichen says. “And the one that we do know of, has become extremely rare in numbers and do not mingle at all with human civilisation.”
Lan Wangji turns his head. “It is not important to me what he is. He does not hold malice.”
“If he is marrying into our clan,” Lan Xichen says. “I have a right to be wary. He needs something from us. I will not place our clan in danger, all because you have been seduced—”
“Xiongzhang!” Lan Wangji snaps, his irritation crackling through him. Lan Xichen may be his older brother, and the eventual sect leader, but Lan Wangji will not stand for him disrespecting Wei Ying, too.
Lan Xichen understands he’s overstepped. “There are a few books that I’ve set aside for you in the library pavilion. I do not disapprove of Wei Ying—I like him—but I think it’d be good of you to read up on what he might be—and what he can do.”
Lan Wangji casts his gaze to the side. “Hu li jing.”
Lan Xichen’s lips spread wider. “You’ve already guessed.”
~~
It’s just as Lan Wangji had thought. Hu li jing, he caresses the words with his lips. He was sure they’d gone extinct, or into hiding, by now. It’s no wonder they’re so hunted for their mythical fox fur—their tails are said to be magical, with divine healing abilities and immortality-granting properties. For one to be so out in the open, co-existing within the human world, even taking on a human lover to marry… it’s something that’s completely unheard of.
Lan Wangji feels blessed, of course. For Wei Ying to choose him, to seek him out, of all people, when he could have easily had anyone else—Lan Wangji cannot fathom not having Wei Ying in his life at this point, and so he’s grateful Wei Ying had picked him, for a lifetime partner. Fox spirits can cultivate into immortality, but so can human cultivators, if they’re very good. Lan Wangji does not think Wei Ying is simply choosing a partner for the sake of having a partner; he has chosen Lan Wangji for life.
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