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THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY + runs in the family (x)(x)
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xtra7s · 2 months
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Hi hi omg i love your writing it’s amazing! Can i request a Reneè fic where reader is in a famous band and admits in an interview how much she loves and admires Reneè (yk that clip where Reneè is like “Date me” for Rachel Mcadams) and Reneè responds and they get close and collaborate or whatever you want!
𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐝
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Pairing: Renee Rapp x Reader
Synopsis: Y/N, the bassist for Eclipsed, gives Renee some props during an interview and ends up hanging out with her.
Content: mainly fluff
Word Count: 2k
a/n: okay so this one was a bit confusing to write mainly because I felt like nothing was really going on, I didnt know if you wanted smut or something else so I apologize if it isnt what u wanted :(
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The excitement buzzed in the air as Y/N YL/N, the talented bassist of the rising rock band "Eclipsed," prepared for a much-anticipated interview. The band had been making waves in the music scene, and the media was eager to learn more about the individuals behind the electrifying sound. Y/N, known for their skillful bass playing and enigmatic stage presence, was ready to share their journey.
The interview took place in a trendy studio, with the band seated on a chic, modern couch. Y/N's fingers idly traced the frets on their bass, a well-worn instrument that had seen countless gigs and late-night jam sessions. The interviewer, a music journalist with an infectious passion for the industry, dove straight into the questions.
"So, Y/N, let's start with your musical journey. How did you find your way to the bass guitar?" the interviewer inquired, leaning forward.
Y/N grinned, the memory of their musical awakening evident in their eyes. "I actually started with the guitar, but one day, I heard this deep, resonant bass line that just spoke to me. It was like the heartbeat of the song, and from that moment, I was hooked. I switched to the bass, and it felt like coming home."
The rest of the band nodded in agreement, acknowledging the pivotal role Y/N played in shaping the band's distinctive sound. The lead singer, Maya, chimed in, "Y/N brings a unique energy to our music. The bass lines add a whole new layer, creating this dynamic and powerful sonic landscape."
As the conversation flowed, the interviewer shifted gears, asking about the band's creative process. Drummer Alex spoke about the collaborative nature of their songwriting, while the guitarist, Jake, discussed the influences that shaped their sound. Y/N interjected with tales of late-night jam sessions and the organic evolution of their music.
"We all bring something different to the table," Y/N explained. "It's like a musical potluck. Each of us has our own tastes and influences, and when we come together, it creates this fusion of sound that defines Eclipsed."
The conversation turned to the band's recent successes, including a sold-out show and a growing fan base. Y/N's eyes sparkled with gratitude as they reflected on the journey.
"It's been incredible," Y/N shared. "Our fans are amazing. They connect with the raw emotion in our music, and that's the most rewarding part. Music is a language that transcends words, and seeing people resonate with what we create is truly humbling."
As the interview with Eclipsed continued, the interviewer shifted gears, a mischievous glint in their eyes.
"Now, Y/N, the music world is full of incredible artists, and one rising star who seems to have captured a lot of attention is Renee Rapp. Have you had the chance to meet her, and what are your thoughts on her music?" the interviewer inquired, a sly smile playing on their lips.
Y/N's expression lit up at the mention of Renee Rapp. "Oh, Renee is fantastic! I haven't had the pleasure of meeting her in person yet, but I'm a big fan of her work. Her music has this raw authenticity that really resonates with me. It's always refreshing to see artists who pour their heart and soul into their craft."
The rest of the band nodded in agreement, expressing their admiration for Renee Rapp's talent. Maya, the lead singer, chimed in, "I love how she fearlessly embraces her uniqueness. It's inspiring to see artists who aren't afraid to be true to themselves, both in their music and their persona."
The interviewer pressed a bit further, asking if there were any specific songs or aspects of Renee Rapp's music that Y/N found particularly inspiring. Y/N thought for a moment before responding, "I really connect with the way she uses her voice to convey emotion. It's powerful and evocative. As musicians, we're always drawn to those artists who can create a genuine connection with their audience, and Renee does that exceptionally well."
The conversation then meandered into a discussion about musical influences, with each band member sharing their favorite artists and the impact those musicians had on their own sound. It was clear that Eclipsed Echoes drew inspiration from a diverse range of genres and artists, contributing to the richness of their music.
"And, Y/N, given that you've expressed admiration for Renee Rapp's talent, do you have any comments for her?" the interviewer asked, a faint hint of curiosity in their tone.
Y/N, ever composed, smiled with her teeth. "I do,-" She paused, looking at the camera directly. "Keep your head up, bitch. you're effortlessly you and that shit is wicked. You gotta remember the comments of your loved ones are the only ones that matter."
The rest of the band nodded in agreement, sensing the delicate nature of the question. Maya, the lead singer, added, "Absolutely. It's crucial to separate someone's art from their personal lives. We're all here because of our love for music, and that's what we should celebrate."
The interviewer, quickly shifted gears steering the conversation back toward the band's music and upcoming projects. Y/N, always poised and focused on the music, gracefully navigated through the interview, steering it away from personal matters and back into the realm of creativity and passion.
As the interview concluded, it was evident that the members of Eclipsed were not only talented musicians but also individuals who valued respect and professionalism in their interactions. The episode served as a reminder that, while curiosity about an artist's personal life may arise, the primary focus should always remain on the artistry and creativity that unite the diverse and dynamic world of music.
A few days after the interview, Y/N found a pleasant surprise in their Instagram inbox. It was a message from none other than Renee Rapp herself. Excitement bubbled within Y/N as they read the message.
"Hey Y/N! 🌟 I caught your interview, and it was awesome hearing your thoughts on my music. Your band's sound is killer! Would love to chat more and maybe hang out sometime. What do you say?"
Y/N quickly replied, expressing their gratitude and enthusiasm for the unexpected message. The conversation flowed effortlessly as they exchanged thoughts about music, shared favorite artists, and found common ground in their passion for creating authentic, powerful art.
Renee suggested meeting up for a casual hangout, perhaps grabbing coffee or exploring a local record store. Y/N eagerly agreed, and plans were set in motion for a meeting between two talented musicians who had connected through their shared love for the art form.
As the day of the meetup arrived, Y/N couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. They met Renee at a cozy cafe, and from the moment they greeted each other, it was clear that the connection extended beyond the digital realm. The conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter, shared stories of musical journeys, and a mutual appreciation for the creative process.
Y/N and Renee's casual hangout unfolded into an afternoon of shared laughter, animated discussions about music, and an undeniable chemistry that lingered in the air. The cozy cafe provided the perfect backdrop for their burgeoning connection, with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enhancing the warmth of the atmosphere.
As they chatted about their favorite bands and musical influences, Y/N couldn't help but be captivated by Renee's infectious enthusiasm. The conversation flowed seamlessly between topics, from the intricacies of songwriting to the exhilarating rush of performing on stage. Each shared anecdote deepened the connection, forging a bond between two artists who understood the unique challenges and joys of their chosen path.
The flirtatious banter began subtly, with playful glances and gentle teasing. Renee's laughter resonated like a melody, and Y/N found themselves drawn to her magnetic energy. As they strolled through a nearby record store, fingers lightly brushing against vinyl covers and sharing recommendations, the air seemed charged with an unspoken tension.
At a moment of quiet contemplation in the record store, Renee's gaze met Y/N's, and a playful smirk played on her lips. "You know," she said with a twinkle in her eye, "your interview made me curious. You mentioned appreciating someone's art without focusing on appearance. Do you always manage to separate the two?"
Y/N felt a flush of warmth creeping up their cheeks, realizing the subtle shift in the conversation. With a coy smile, they responded, "Well, I believe in appreciating the beauty in everything, whether it's in the artistry of music or… other things."
The air between them crackled with a newfound tension, and as they continued to explore the record store, the playful exchanges deepened into a more overt flirtation. A gentle touch on the arm here, a lingering gaze there—each gesture spoke volumes, creating an atmosphere charged with unspoken desire.
As they wrapped up their hangout, Y/N and Renee exchanged contact information, promising to meet again soon. The connection they forged went beyond the shared love for music, evolving into a magnetic attraction that lingered in the air, leaving both of them eager to explore the potential of this unexpected and thrilling connection.
In the days that followed their initial hangout, Y/N and Renee's connection deepened through playful messages and shared playlists. Their conversations became increasingly laced with flirtatious undertones, a dance of words that hinted at a mutual attraction.
One evening, Y/N received a message from Renee suggesting a joint songwriting session. The prospect of collaborating ignited a spark of excitement in Y/N, and they eagerly agreed. As they settled into the cozy ambiance of Y/N's home studio, surrounded by musical instruments and the gentle hum of creativity, the air seemed charged with both anticipation and a growing sense of intimacy.
As they worked on a new song, Y/N couldn't help but notice the subtle shifts in Renee's body language—the way she would lean in slightly, the lingering touches on shared instruments, and the occasional laughter that held a hint of something more. The energy between them was palpable, a magnetic force drawing them closer with each passing moment.
Renee, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, suggested taking a break and grabbing a snack from the kitchen.
As Y/N and Renee took a break in the cozy kitchen, the atmosphere crackled with a potent blend of creative energy and unspoken desire. The shared laughter and flirtatious banter lingered in the air, creating a magnetic pull that neither could ignore. Renee, feeling the palpable tension, decided to take a bold step.
As they stood near the kitchen island, discussing the finer details of their latest composition, Renee's gaze lingered on Y/N's lips. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she leaned in, closing the distance between them and placing her hands on Y/N's waist. Time seemed to slow as Y/N felt the soft warmth of Renee's lips pressing against their own, and their back hitting the counter.
The kiss was electric, a spontaneous spark that ignited a fire between them. Y/N, momentarily stunned, soon reciprocated, their hands instinctively finding each other in a gentle embrace. The kitchen became a canvas for this unexpected moment, a dance of passion and shared connection against the backdrop of a creative haven.
Breaking the kiss, Renee grinned, her eyes filled with a mixture of playfulness and genuine affection. "Well, that was unexpected," she teased, her fingers gently tracing patterns on Y/N's arm.
Y/N, catching their breath, couldn't help but smile in response. "Glad you did it, Renee."
The shared laughter that followed sealed the moment, turning the kitchen into a haven where the boundaries between music and personal connection blurred. As they chatted over a plate of shared snacks, their knees brushed against each other under the table, creating a subtle yet electrifying connection. As they returned to their songwriting session, the newfound intimacy lingered, infusing their creative collaboration with an electrifying energy that promised more harmonies to come. The kitchen island, witness to the impromptu kiss, became a symbol of the uncharted territory their connection was now exploring.
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festivalsofmargot · 1 year
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Sour Times
{Bully!Sebastian Sallow x Bullied!GN!Hufflepuff!}
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Introduction: Slight deviation from the official HL story. Rather than everyone being intrigued at your unique arrival to Hogwarts, it’s a badge of dishonor to develop your magic so late. Hufflepuffs have a pathetic reputation, and you’ve been sorted into their house. The only reason Sebastian puts up with you is because he needs your ancient magic... and because he wants you all to himself. But he’d never tell, not when the whole school would start picking on and laughing at him like they did you. Yet, when he sees the way you look at Garreth Weasley, he wonders if everyone else’s approval means anything at all.
Word Count: ~ 6,350
Warnings: Kissing, Angst, Bullying
Author’s Note: I finally finished! 🥳 Us Hufflepuffs always get dunked on and I wanted to play around with that. I watched A Silent Voice and Normal People and couldn’t stop thinking about bully-to-lover scenarios. I’ve proofread so many times but I know I’m missing something, gonna do that thing where I get sneaky and edit here and there. Long one today so kick back, grab a snack, do hot people shit, enjoy 😘
Songs (if interested):
Sour Times - Portishead
Intro/Spectrum - HAELOS
September - Instrumental - Sparky Deathcap (oh... cara mia, how i love him)
Heather - Conan Gray
chance with you - mehro
Awaken - Dario Marianelli, Jack Liebeck, Benjamin Wallfisch
“We know that from time to time, there arise among human beings, people who seem to exude love as naturally as the sun gives out heat.”
- Alan W. Watts
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As you meandered down the halls to your next class, holding your books with one hand and the other resting in your pocket, someone had grabbed your arm, tugging you behind a corner, causing you to drop your belongings. Whoever it was slammed your back into the wall, then propped up a hand next to your head to trap you in place.
You looked up and met the eyes of your abductor. This position wasn’t anything new to you, though it was new to be here with Sebastian Sallow. 
Someone was always trying to mess with you or ruin your day. Being a late bloomer with magic and getting sorted into Hufflepuff hadn’t done you any favors. Other than that, there wasn’t anything wrong with you per se, it was just your social standing at Hogwarts. Even some Hufflepuffs wanted nothing to do with you, believing you made their house even more embarrassing to be in. Yet, that didn’t stop any of the student body from threatening you to do favors for them. 
“Heard that you can wield ancient magic. Is it true?”
Your furrowed your brows, wondering how word could spread that quickly. But you suppose the magic you used on the troll in Hogsmeade hadn’t been very discreet. Too bad they gave all the credit to Natsai Onai, you might have made some friends with your troll takedown story.
Shifting your gaze down, you nodded your head.
“Prove it.” He held out a folded piece of parchment, the all too familiar blue glow emanating from it.
You took it from his hands and unfolded it to see rune symbols you’d encountered countless times. “Where did you get this?”
“Doesn’t matter, do you recognize those rune symbols?”
You nodded your head looking over the pages. “I see these whenever I need to unlock a door with ancient magic.”
Sebastian’s breath hitched and you finally met his heavy stare. He cleared his throat and regained his composure. “Exactly. And you’re going to come with me to open one I found.”
You folded the parchment back up and held it out to him. “Okay.”
He snatched it from your hands. “Don’t toy with me. If you don’t help me with this, I can make your life truly miserable here. I’m good friends with Ominis Gaunt, and he’s not afraid to use his family connections to -”
“I said okay.”
Sebastian narrowed his eyes at you, not knowing what you were playing at.
“Write me when you have a time and place.” You told him, exhausted.
He eyed you a moment longer, then stepped aside for you to leave. You picked up your books from the ground and kicked the dirt at your feet as you left, taking your time getting to your next class.
“So you’re going to help me? Just like that?” He called after you when he saw it was still just the two of you in the hall.
“Got nothing better to do.” You replied as you kept on your way.
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Sebastian was the first person to ask for something and come along with you to get it done. Most people would just send you off, but there he was, exploring the cave and fighting giant spiders by your side.
That little outing turned out to be the first of many. Over time, Sebastian explained his sister’s curse and everything he had done to try to find a cure. He kept it to himself, but he was happy to find someone he could go through this journey with, someone who wasn’t trying to make him abandon hope, even if it was the Hogwarts outcast.
You made the mistake of assuming this meant you were friends in public. When you tried to approach him at Hogwarts, he looked at you as if you had grown horns. He caught sight of a few students whispering to each other and glancing your way. In a panic, he knocked the books from your hands, scattering them to the floor. 
“Looks like the Hufflepuff had a little accident.” He jested loud enough for everyone around to hear. He walked away to meet up with some other Slytherin students who were in hysterics at what he had just done. He glanced back your way and it took everything in him to keep the amused look on his face. You were picking your books up off the floor and Garreth Weasley had come to help you. Sebastian noticed he had said something to cheer you up and it brought a smile to your face. 
And then a thought surfaced in his head. I think I'd rather be the one who made you smile.
-
Sebastian’s public displays of discourtesy hadn’t let up. He felt awful, but he couldn’t stand the scrutiny he would get if he was seen with you. Just because he could see all these wonderful qualities in you, didn’t mean everyone else could. The Slytherins especially would give him a tough time. He would get defensive, spewing every excuse he could think of. “Don’t be daft. I only needed to see the Hufflepuff about charms class, nothing more.” 
The guilt ate away at him. So when the two of you came across the scriptorium door that could only be opened by casting the cruciatus curse, he felt this could be his penance. But you refused to cast it on him.
He fisted the fabric of your shirt, jerking you towards him. “Dammit, why not?!” He demanded, incredulous. Dread arose in him, because he knew if he casted it on you he would be causing true agony. Everything he had done to you at Hogwarts was an act of rudeness, he never wanted to do anything that caused you pain in this way.
“Because I wouldn’t mean it.”
His face recoiled as if you had slapped him. He was unable to believe it. After all you’ve put up with, how could you not mean to harm him, how could you not want to? “I have been nothing but cruel to you, this is your chance to be cruel back! I know you hate me! I know you hate everyone!”
“I don’t hate you.” You placed your hands atop his that were gripping your shirt, in hopes it would calm him down. “Cast it on me, Sebastian. Get us out of here.”
Sebastian released your shirt, shoving you back. He turned away from you and rubbed a steadying hand down his face. Using the frustration he felt with you then, he spun to face you and recited, “Crucio!”
You fell to the floor, your screams of suffering echoed through his head.
Sebastian shot up in bed in a cold sweat, breathing coming out uneven. He rubbed his face in his hands and let out a shaky sigh. Ever since the scriptorium, he hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep, the nightmare had kept replaying in his head.
-
You arrived back at the entrance of the Hufflepuff common room rather late in the night. It was passed curfew but you wanted to get all of Sirona’s lost letters back to her. Seeing the look on her face had made missing out on a few hours of sleep all worth it. 
You startled when you saw a figure move out from the darkness. It was Sebastian, his eyes were red and puffy, dark circles had formed under them.
“Sebast -”
“Why’d you have me do it?” He demanded, his voice cracking. “Why couldn’t you -” He couldn’t stop the tears that fell. His shoulders began to shake as breathy sobs escaped him.
You ran up and pulled him into your arms, gently guiding his head down to your shoulder, and he let himself cry. “I’m okay. Everything’s okay.” You soothed.
He was the one who casted crucio on you, yet here you were comforting him. He felt worthless. You weren’t like anyone he had ever met. You never wanted anything in return, doing things purely out of the kindness of your heart even if it nearly killed you. He couldn’t grasp such a concept, and it overwhelmed him.
He went on his knees before you and took your hand into both of his. “Cast it on me. Please, it’s the only way I can make it all right. I did the wrong thing and I need to make it all right.” He pleaded.
You knelt on the ground with him, meeting his level. You pulled your hand from his and placed it on his cheek. You tried to meet his eyes. “Look at me. I will never do that to you.”
Though you meant for the words to comfort him, they felt like a knife to his chest. He smacked your hand away and scrambled to his feet, running out of sight.
He knew it then as he arrived back at his dorm room, and he let himself feel it entirely, as if he were punishing himself. He was in love with you, and he could never have you, not after everything he had done.
-
In the time that followed, Sebastian had wanted to act as if the scriptorium and his confrontation with you never happened. You kept an eye on him but went along with it. Your discreet meetings and his insults towards you resumed.
When Sebastian asked to meet briefly about information on a relic he had found in Salazar Slytherin’s spellbook, it was a good day for the both of you.
Your face was bright and ecstatic as you looked down at the thunderbrew potion in your hands. “It took me forever to get the ingredients, but I think I got a knack for brewing.” You couldn’t help but gush to Sebastian, trying to stifle your giggles and keep your voice low so no one around the two of you could hear. 
Sebastian didn’t dare let it grow, but a charmed smile tugged at the corner of his lips. If he was going to react to you, he'd try to make it look like you were a nuisance to be around.
“Do you think if - well, I mean - what would you think if -” You began timidly, biting at your lip. Sebastian didn’t look at you, but he listened close, clinging to each word you left him on. “Do you think Garreth would be impressed if I showed him?”
And away went any temptation to smile, he opened the book in his hand to act like he was reading. He discovered that to be the consequence whenever he found himself being pulled towards you, he’d always get slapped with the reality that you were pulled towards Garreth. The other day, when everyone was standing around waiting for Defense Against the Dark Arts class to start, he caught sight of you looking out the window, the sunlight painted your features bewitchingly. He made his way over and saw you were watching Garreth playing Summoner’s Court. “Day dreaming you were actually useful in this class, Hufflepuff?” He had taunted. He’d claim it was to keep up the act but it was really in response to the hurt he felt. The pain only worsened when you glanced his way fleetingly and went right back to watching Garreth with undivided attention.
You noted his silence and felt stupid for even bringing it up to him. “Sorry, I got carried away. I know you don’t care.”
“I think Weasley will soil his breeches no matter what potion you show him.” He said bitterly. “Why do you think he’s so great anyway?”
You didn’t answer and Sebastian looked up to see your gaze following the red headed boy as he walked by, laughing along with a few other students. His stomach twisted uncomfortably and he looked back down to his book, eyes scanning the words but not taking them in.
“He’s the only person who’s been nice to me since day one. But I think that’s just who he is, looks like he’s nice to everyone.” You said the last part more to yourself. A chill went through the air and you began to shiver, seemingly too distracted to care due to where your attention laid.
“Where are your robes?” Sebastian tried to keep his voice monotone.
“Just forgot them is all.” Your eyes followed Garreth until he stopped walking to speak with some of his friends.
“Here. Take mine.” Sebastian exhaled as if he were annoyed, but he wasn’t. He was in earnest at the thought of wrapping you up in his robes.
You turned your attention back to him and shook your head. “No no, people will see. It’s alright.” Gaze returning to Garreth.
Sebastian stopped, robes halfway down his arms, then he shrugged them back on. “Oh... right.” He watched you shift back and forth on your feet, your fingers tapping against the potion’s flask. He could see the ache to run to the Gryffindor clear as day on your face.
“Send me an owl if anything else comes up for the relic.” You said without looking at him, and made your way over to Garreth.
He knew he should turn the other way and act like he was never speaking to you in the first place, as he always did after your furtive meetups. Yet his eyes remained glued to your form. As he watched you talking to Garreth with a beaming smile, laughing along with him as you showed him your thunderbrew potion, insurmountable heartache filled his chest. 
It had finally hit him how he couldn’t care less what people thought, they didn’t even know you. No one knew you like he did, especially not Weasley. If everyone saw you through his eyes, they could easily see you were one of the most capable people at Hogwarts. If all it took to win you over was being kind to you since the beginning, he wanted to kick himself. I’ve been the biggest prat.
How could he have treated you the way he had? Asking for your help all this time, but not wanting to be seen with you in public. He had been nothing short of a coward. His fear of what others thought had led him to lose any chance with you. You were the one that’s helped him through this nightmare of a curse on his sister, you were the one willing to take on immense agony in the scriptorium for him, you were the one he yearned for. He could say the same for none of these people.
The blood drained from Sebastian’s face when he witnessed Garreth slip off his Gryffindor robes and put them on you. It was as if the wind was knocked out of him, his breathing started coming out shallow. He told himself to get out of there. 
The first place he could think of was his dorm. He had tunnel vision the whole way there, a few students had asked if he was feeling alright as he passed. He waved them off, saying something about a potion brew gone wrong, he couldn’t fully remember. When he got to his dorm room, he burst through the door and sat at the edge of his bed. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and tried to steady his breathing. As soon as the sick feeling in his stomach started to dissipate, he laid back, throwing an arm over his eyes.
“What’s gotten into you?” Ominis asked, sitting himself on his own bed.
It took Sebastian a moment to be able to speak. He swallowed the lump in his throat and took a deep breath. “Nothing, I’m fine. Just feeling a little sick is all.”
“Is this about the Hufflepuff who helped us in the sciptorium?”
He couldn’t bring himself to say anything, and that was the only answer Ominis needed.
“Nobody cares you know. Sure it’s fun to make fun of a Hufflepuff, that’s nothing new. And one that developed their magic so late? Easy target. But in the end, no one cares. After everything that’s happened, it’s no surprise you feel the way you do.” Ominis never hesitated to call people out, but every now and then he had a way of saying what needed to be said without making someone feel too ashamed.
Sebastian should have known this, he should have had this conversation with himself before it could have gotten this far. He felt like such a child then, laying in his bed, pouting at the predicament he put himself in. But it was hard to pick himself back up, he felt his relationship with you was unsalvageable at this point and it was his fault. He was the nuisance you had to put up with because of that pesky Hufflepuff loyalty of yours, and Garreth was your escape. Garreth could make you happy just by being in your line of sight. He could only dream of having that effect on you at this point.
-
Sebastian had searched for you all day but to no avail. As a last resort, he made his way to the undercroft, he cringed thinking back on the time he first showed it to you. “I’m only showing you this place so we won’t be seen working together. You’re not welcome here if I’m not here.” It wasn’t true, but how would you have ever known otherwise? He had been so cruel to you, it was no wonder you wanted to run into Garreth’s arms. He had practically shoved you his way. 
The sound of sniffling stopped him in his tracks. He pressed forward cautiously and saw you were sitting on the floor against the wall with your head down.
“What’s happened?” Sebastian strode up and knelt before you.
“Oh! Sebastian.” You startled. “I - I’m sorry, I’ll leave. Just allergies. Came down here to escape all that pollen.” You wiped at your face quickly, he could tell your eyes were puffy from crying.
His inner voice was screaming at him that this was his chance, as of that moment he could start taking steps in the right direction with you. He could become the person you wanted, slowly but surely. “Talk to me.” He sat beside you and took your hand in his, he began stroking it with his thumb in hopes it gave you some comfort.
You were taken aback by his actions, but then surmised that was probably how much he pitied you. You felt humiliated at the thought. The Hufflepuff got caught crying like a sad baby bird in the rain, who wouldn’t feel bad? You pulled your hand free from his. “It’s nothing, I just needed a moment. I’m truly sorry I came down here without you, I couldn’t think of any other place. I - I panicked.” You got up and began your escape out. “It won’t happen again.”
Sebastian tripped over himself as he went to chase after you. He ran up and wrapped his arms around you from behind, holding you in place. “Don’t go. Please, talk to me.”
His touch felt wrong to you and you slid free from his embrace. You didn’t feel safe with Sebastian, you didn’t feel safe with anyone at Hogwarts for that matter. But the look on his face had convinced you somewhat he wanted to know what was wrong. “I just had a bad day.” 
He took a step towards you, hoping you would keep going. 
You rolled your eyes at the foolishness you felt. “I worked up the courage to speak to Garreth about how I felt and -” You stopped and shook your head. “This is stupid, I don’t know why I’m telling you this -”
“What did he do?” His voice was direct, body stiffening.
You let out a sigh, hating that you were revisiting the memory. You looked down and began twiddling your thumbs. “I told Garreth how I felt and asked him on a date to The Three Broomsticks. He laughed in my face and said no. Said he’d be friendly with me in public but he wasn’t going to be seen on a date with me. And then he said we could still have some fun in private together.” You recalled the incident, disgusted. “But what else should I have expected? You said it yourself, no one wants to be seen with someone like me.”
Sebastian had never seen your features turn so harsh, and he hadn’t hated himself more than he did in that moment. "I never should have said that to you. Please, you have to know I never meant it.” 
Your eyes didn’t meet his, he could tell you were still angry, not just with him, but with the world. He was surprised you didn’t get to this point sooner. Hufflepuffs really could put up with a lot before they’d had enough. 
Sure, he wanted you to have feelings for him, but more than anything he wanted you to be happy, even if it wasn’t with him. Seeing your hurt expression then, he wanted to step up more than ever. “No good prick.” Sebastian dug his heels in the ground to storm out of the undercroft. “I’m going to kill him.”
Your eyes went wide. “What? No, it’s alright! Forget I said anything!” You grabbed his wrist trying to hold him back, but he just kept walking, dragging you along with him. “W - What happened to staying out of each other’s lives? You don’t owe me anything, Sebastian! Just drop it!”
Sebastian stopped to face you, he used the grip you had on his wrist and yanked you to him. He steadied you as you crashed into him, taking your face in his other hand and placing his lips atop yours. He wanted to convey everything he felt for you in that kiss, every thank you he should have said, every apology he should have made. You didn’t deserve any of the treatment you got at Hogwarts, especially from him. 
His brows furrowed as he deepened the kiss. He tried to be tender, but the urgency was what took over with how he moved his lips against yours. Your grip fell from his wrist in shock and he used his now free hand to grab your waist and pull you flush to him. He felt you kiss him back, but with hesitancy, and then you pushed him away.
He looked at your stunned expression, “This feels wrong.” You whispered.
Shoving down the sting he felt at your rejection, he strode out of the undercroft, leaving you standing there, dumbfounded.
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Sebastian spotted Garreth in the middle of the quidditch field, joking around with some friends. “Oi, Weasley!” He called as he strode up to the red head.
Garreth turned away from his group. “Yeah? What is it, Sall-” His words were cutoff when Sebastian punched him square in the jaw. He shot a hand up to where the throbbing began to kick in. “What in Merlin’s na - OOMF!” Sebastian rammed into his gut, tackling him to the ground. It finally kicked in what was happening and Garreth began to shove and punch back. Nearby students gathered around in a circle, hooting and hollering for them to keep going.
“Show that Gryffindor how it’s done, Sallow!”
“Get him good, Weasley!”
“Levioso!” Sebastian and Garreth were pulled apart and lifted into the air at Madam Kogawa’s spell cast. The two boys eyed each other, bruised and bloody, wanting to go back at it as she approached. 
“I see detentions are in order.”
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When Garreth confronted him, demanding what his deal was, Sebastian had dug into him. Shoving his finger into his chest, telling him he didn’t deserve someone like you.
“Oh please, as if you’re not doing the exact same thing. Everyone sees the ‘secret’ meetings the two of you have. I hardly think you’re the person to fault me.”
Sebastian couldn’t say anything in retaliation, because he was right. He deserved every punch and kick Weasley landed. But things were different now, and he was going to stop at nothing to prove it to you.
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Sebastian leaned against the kegs just outside the Hufflepuff common room. He stood up straight when the entrance opened and you stepped out. Your gaze landed on him and your face twisted at his state.
“Are you alright?” You ran up to him and gently grabbed his chin to begin examining his bruising. Remembering you two weren’t in private, you yanked your hand back. “Sorry.” You glanced around to make sure no one had seen. It pained him, that after all the time you spent together, this was the habit he enforced in you. He grabbed at your hand and placed it against his cheek.
“I’m fine.” He thought about his next words carefully. “I'm not ashamed to be seen with you.” He began. “I’m so sorry I ever told you I was. I haven’t been there for you. If I could go back, I’d do it all differently. I really would.”
You avoided his gaze and looked down, pulling your hand away. His touch still felt wrong, and thinking about his kiss in the undercroft made you just as uneasy. Everything was so backwards, your mind couldn’t keep up. Not long ago, Garreth was the one being kind to you while Sebastian was itching to get as far away from you as possible. And now, Garreth had you repulsed and Sebastian had an avid interest to be by your side. You were in a constant state of confusion and had a strange desire for things to go back to how they were.
“Sebastian...” Your defenses went up as he moved closer to you, wanting to show you he was listening. “I’m going to be honest, I don’t believe you. All year you’ve dreaded being around me and now I’m supposed to believe your feelings changed just like that?”
Sebastian nodded his head, seeing what you were saying. He shouldn’t have expected you to be okay with all this just because he said so. “I understand. I’ve been awful to you. But I can make it all up to you, you’ll see. I can be what you want.”
You tried to search his eyes for some sort of reason for this shift in him, still not really taking in his words. “I think I need some space.” You were sick of boys playing with your feelings like this. There was only so much you could take. Pretty impressive trait of Hufflepuffs, anyone else would have felt worn thin ages ago.
Sebastian swallowed thickly and nodded his head. He forced a polite smile and left at the nearest floo.
He needs his space too. You thought. That way he’ll get over these feelings he supposedly has for you. You didn’t believe him for a second. You’ve seen other students swooning over each other. It definitely wasn’t what was happening between you and Sebastian Sallow. The only experiences you’ve had with him were secret meetings and him getting humiliated if someone associated the two of you together. He expected all that to just go away with one secret kiss? It wasn’t going to happen.
Maybe he went after someone else and they rejected him, and he was so desperate for affection he came to me. You concluded.
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The days that followed, Sebastian kept his distance from you without really keeping his distance. Every morning, he got up early to get a flower from the fields surrounding Hogwarts, each one different than the day before. Whenever you got up from your desk or left your books unattended, he would cast the disillusionment spell on himself and place the flower in your book for you to stumble across later.
He didn’t need to see your reaction to it, but every now and then if you were in the same area, he’d be on the lookout for it. Sebastian watched from afar as you began looking through your book on a bench in the Transfiguration Courtyard. But his blood started to boil when he saw Garreth make his way over and sit down next to you. 
You looked up from your book, a questioning look on your face. 
Garreth was visibly nervous and wouldn’t meet your eyes. “I wanted to apologize for how I spoke to you the other day. My mother raised me better than that.” 
You hummed as you looked across his features, noticing he was bruised up like Sebastian was. “What happened to you?”
Garreth scratched the back of his head. “Got some sense knocked into me by your friend, Sallow.”
“He’s not my friend.” You said plainly, trying to bring your attention back to your book. A part of you was annoyed Sebastian had actually followed through with going after Garreth, and another part was a little pleased the both of them landed strikes on the other.
He looked to your face then. “I really do like you, you know.” He confessed, and you returned his gaze. He was looking at you like he was sorry this wasn’t what he had said to you in the first place. “But I felt the pressure of everyone, and I told myself I should be embarrassed to be around you. But I’m not. Everyone else can sod off, I can see everything you’re doing even if they refuse to. You’re nothing short of incredible. I truly am sorry for what I said.”
You gave him a small nod. “Apology accepted.”
He smiled and let out a sigh of relief, then held out his hand. “Friends?”
You took it and shook. “Friends.”
He held your hand in his when you tried to pull away. “Don’t suppose that date to Three Broomsticks is still on the table?”
You scoffed but went silent when you saw he was serious. You shook your head and pulled your hand from his grasp.
“Right.” He looked down dejectedly. “Guess I deserved that, didn’t I?” He chuckled awkwardly, getting up and clearing his throat. “I’ll see you around then.” His voice was strained.
Sebastian watched as Garreth left you and made his way over to him. The red head gave him a cordial slap on the shoulder as he walked passed. “Looks like we both blew it, Sallow.” 
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You hated to admit it, but Sebastian was making some headway with you. It had been at least a few weeks since you told him you needed space, and he had given it to you. You thought it would be the easiest thing in the world for him to do, but he looked like he was struggling. Every time you caught each other’s eye, he looked like he was holding his breath, hoping that would be the day you’d approach him. You thought it’d wear off after a bit, and the distance between the two of you would have him come to his senses. But he seemed undeterred, just as dedicated as the day before if not more so.
You especially hated to admit that every time you found a flower in your books, the flutter in your chest would grow. Each time you needed to talk yourself down, because any day now Sebastian would give up and go back to only wanting to see you about his progress on getting a cure for Anne. 
But then you’d think about how he kissed you. There was so much need in it. In the moment it felt off. But the more your revisited the memory, thinking back on how his lips moved against yours, you got this feeling of being genuinely wanted, perfectly safe. And that sense came from Sebastian Sallow of all people?
You watched him as he took notes in charms class. He was pretty good looking, wasn’t he? You came to notice these passed few weeks now that he was being kind to you. 
He looked up from his notes and glanced your way. You held his gaze when he did, giving him a soft smile. His eyes grew wide and he became fidgety in his seat. He smiled back and his ears burned red. It was the most he’d gotten from you and he didn’t know how to handle it. 
You looked back down to your notes and he looked back down at his, trying to contain his giddiness. He felt like he made a huge leap in progress and he couldn’t wait to keep going. It was just a smile, but it was the only sign he needed that he was headed in the right direction with you. He wondered if he should keep going with the flowers or step it up a bit. He wanted to respect your wishes and keep his distance, but he also wanted to do more for you.
He was so lost in thought, he didn’t notice you approach when class was dismissed. “Sebastian?”
He stiffened, panic flooding through him. He was mentally preparing to chase after you from afar, he didn’t think he’d have the right words to say face to face yet. But he willed himself to speak anyway. “Yes?”
“Walk with me to herbology?” You eyed him, like you were testing him.
Sebastian knew what you were doing, this would be the first time he’d be seen with you in public willingly and not act like he was being forced to speak with you. Bring it on. “Of course.” Sebastian grabbed your books and smiled at your surprised expression. “Come on then.”
You joined his side and as you walked with him, you noticed he wasn’t rushing. He was taking his time getting to your next class. You had to admit, you expected him to want to speed up the process to get it over with and minimize the amount of people who saw the two of you together. But instead, he let himself look smitten as he stood by your side.
The whispers and glances started up as the two of you walked along. He looked to you and noticed you didn’t seem quite as at ease as he was. He gave you a playful nudge with his shoulder and you couldn’t fight the smile that graced your lips. He was making butterflies dance in your stomach and a funny ache for him grew. You peeked back at him and the way he was smiling at you made you want to tug at his tie and have him kiss you senseless again. Calm down, don’t let him win you over yet. You lectured yourself.
When the two of you arrived in herbology, he made sure to grab a potting station next to yours. Professor Garlick called everyone up to grab some seeds for the day’s class. As you were about to go up with everyone else, he wrapped an arm around your waist to stop you. “I’ll get it.” He said in a low tone near your ear. His hand lingered and dragged across your waist until he was too far to touch you anymore. He shot you a smirk over his shoulder as he walked away.
That funny ache you felt turned into something simmering hot within you. When he came back with the mallowsweet seeds, he took your hand in his and placed them on your palm. His fingers dragged across your hand and you peered at him through your lashes. 
“Be careful.” He said, releasing you and turning to his potting station. “You look like you want to kiss me.”
A burning sensation hit your cheeks and you turned to your own station. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Silly me then.” 
The two of you focused, or at least tried to, on your pots before you. You planted the seeds and padded down the soil, then awaited further instruction from Professor Garlick. But you tuned her words out as you eyed Sebastian up and down. Thankfully, you were already experienced with mallowsweet, so you weren’t too concerned about falling behind.
Sebastian watched you through the corner of his eye, he could feel your eyes on him and it drove him mad. As soon as class was over, he was going to try to reenact the first time he demanded your help. Except this time when he pulled you into a hidden corner, there wouldn’t be as much talking. His jaw clenched at the anticipation.
You usually enjoyed herbology, but that day’s class was dragging on a little too long. Your mind billowed with thoughts of Sebastian’s lips and ideas of how you were going to get them back on yours.
“Class dismissed.” Professor Garlick sang. You and Sebastian immediately looked to one another, knowing exactly what you wanted to do, but unsure how you were going to get there.
“I think I -” You began, not really knowing where you were going to take your words. “I think I left something in the undercroft.”
Sebastian didn’t say anything as he grabbed your hand and pulled you along. 
Once the two of you arrived in the undercroft, he closed the gate behind you and pressed you up against the nearest wall, slamming his mouth against yours. The two of you wanted to devour each other whole. A muffled moan escaped you and you cupped his face in your hands. His hands gripped your hips greedily as he tried to savor every sound he could get from you.
Unable to keep in one place long with so much of you available to him, he began kissing along your jaw, down your neck, below your ear. He could feel you quiver at his kisses and he wanted to do everything he could to keep you squirming.
You whimpered, and he knew he found the spot below your ear to be your weakness. “I... I think we left our books in herbology.” You breathed pleasantly as he kept at it.
Sebastian hummed as he continued his magic. “Such a shame.” He knew he still had a ways to go with you. No matter how long it would take him, he was going to make things right. But if he could tempt you into a kiss here and there along the way, he hoped you wouldn’t mind.
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thatsdemko · 1 year
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Mozart -c.leclerc
pairing: Charles leclerc x fem!reader
warnings: fluff + possible minor errors
a/n: please for the love of god I hope nobody reports this 😅 inspired by this video from today
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his fingers brush against the keys before settling on a melody in his mind to decide to play. he’s no pianist, but he’s gotten better as the years went on with as much practice as he could get in.
you’re asleep on the couch. you had fallen asleep some time ago to a movie that was playing whilst the rain crashed against the windows, creating a gloom inside the lit house of yours. the sound of the higher register keys awakens your consciousness, you think it’s a part of your dream until your eyes flutter open and you hear the sound coming from the family room, where the piano sits.
you pick yourself up off the couch, trudging along as the notes begin to increase in volume until you’re finally in the entry way of the family room. watching his body shift from side to side allowing himself to be taken by the music he’s created. there was always something so attractive about Charles and his love for music, just the way he fell into the keys and the way his fingers danced across it was beautiful. he was so in love with the sound the notes made as they strung together a beautiful song.
you quietly come beside him on the bench, you take the small empty space beside him. he’s so into the melody he’s creating he doesn’t even notice your presence. you watch his fingers glide across the piano keys, it’s beautiful. the music and him, it’s beautiful.
when he’s finally allowed himself to finish you provide snaps in applause of him. it’s when he finally notices he’s not alone and he’s awoken you from your slumber, “amour, how long have you been here?” he presses a gentle kiss against your cheek apologetically.
“just a couple minutes. that was beautiful, Charles.” it’s your turn to kiss him, he mumbles a thank you about to close the piano, but you stop him from doing so, “play another song please.” you beg, eyes glowing in the dim light how could he say no? he’s happy you enjoy it.
“okay, what would you like to hear?” he flips through the music book he’s pulled out. he’s played almost every song in the book already before, you have no particular favorites because every one of them sounded just as good as the last.
“anything, just keep playing.”
“well then call me Mozart, I’ll never stop for my muse.”
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insidefernweh · 1 year
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Well, hello.
A couple months ago one silly woman (me) decided that it’s time for creativity to take a hold of her and let something cool into this world.
And that’s how I decided to give birth to…a The Amazing Devil blanket. Or I might have dreamed it whilst being feverish. Who knows.
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It’s been three months of stitching, embroidering, sewing, unmaking the mistakes, cursing, saying ‘waahheeey’ at the end of the complete step, cursing again and enjoying the hell out of the process of something being made into the realness. 
It is literally the embodiment of me. I love it and hate it equally. It has got my favourite quotes from the songs. Yes, that’s me — your favourite girl with maelstrom of lyrics instead of a brain. It also has got some of my blood somewhere along the stitches (did i do it on purpose to please the fae gods aka Joey and Madeleine? you’ll never know. hashtag blood magic.) I wanted to get it done for the Ruin Appreciation Week (though it contains lyrics from all albums) so that was me last week because it was very FAR from being done:
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I’m posting the bigger picture + close ups of smaller details and songs’ lyrics. Please feel free to reach out if you want to see a better close up or just to pat me on the head.
I’m posting a video too. It’s silly so enjoey. (ha! see what I did here. that was a typing accident. it’s 1am now. forgive me my jokes.)
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warning: the video include some probably offensive actions to the professional seamstresses. i’m only a humble ignorant person who decided to sew for the first time in her life. i do hope you’ll like it.
references used:
the central embroidery: TAD’s old picture from some posters back in the love run era + some sage and forget-me-nots
top right and left bottom corners: pictures of joey and madeleine
songs: secret worlds, the calling, inkpot gods, drinking song for the socially anxious, chords, farewell wanderlust, not yet/love run (reprise), that unwanted animal, battle cries, elsa’s song, wild blue yonder
UPD: A few of you have been asking about the quotes I used on my blanket/quilt and why I chose them so here I am:
If you ask me for my fire, just watch me burn — you know what, I recently started to interpret this line in a positive way? It was a recent thing I understood about myself. I always thought I was good at working/doing things well in the long run, when you have to do it patiently and for years but in my journey of self-discovery I realized that in reality I’m much better as a sprinter — someone who does an incredible job while being under the vast amount of pressure and when you need to do it in a restricted period of time; I will give all of myself to this project/work, every bit of passion I have, every bit of patience. So yeah. If you ask me for my fire — just watch me burn. But then I’ll hibernate for a month. 
Can’t you hear it howling? — OKAY HANDS DOWN PROBABLY MY FAVOURITE LYRICS/MELODY SECTION FROM THE WHOLE RUIN ALBUM. Even not the part that is sung by Madeleine, but the back voices Joey’s harmonies sing in the final chorus at 4:28 and till the end. OOOOH WHY SO GOOD.
If I don’t make it back from where i’ve gone just know I loved you all along — this is such a beautiful closing of the song. also such a tormenting thought. i love it.
Such endless blue — I’ve always been drawn to the dark blue colours, especially when I paint. I always run out of the blue watercolour because contrary to this song, it’s not endless :D I’m manifesting an abyss of blue watercolour for myself here lol
You say the words so often but I barely know the meaning — okay so Elsa’ Song is primarily pretty heartbreaking right? The more heartbreaking part being that it is sung as a lullaby. Who didn’t have that moment when the meaning of the words you’re saying slips through your fingers just because you said them too often? Who didn’t have that sad awakening moment of losing trust in a person just because they always promised something and never did it?
After summers of fasting I feel hunger at last — I’ve been thinking about tattooing this quote for quite a while now. It reminds me of my depressive state which very often returned to me in summer and every time it slowly creeped away, I felt the hunger for life in the early autumn.  Every time felt like an eternity. 
Is nought but fumble-falls and guns and tumbleweeds, love, run — my favourite quote from the superior use of the English language that is that section in Love Run. I am in love with it. All the phonetic twirls makes me shiver sometimes.
Well, hello my hollow Holofernes — ALLITERATION SUPREMACY!!  
I’ll sing silence and ask my glass of wine for guidance — i love to sit at home alone and stare into my glass. it doesn’t answer though. what about it. and again — to sing silence? OXYMORONS GIVE ME THEM
Go tell me how we fucked you up and oh my god, it’s so unfair — ah. the hardship of parenting/teaching. I was there, I remember it all too well. 
Let’s us waltz for the dead — the oxymoronic style of this line IS JUST A CHEF’S KISS. WALTZ? VERY SOPHISTICATED THING? FOR THE DEAD? NOT THAT PLEASANT TYPE OF A THING? mister batey let me boop you affectionately on the nose you are so clever.
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eeunoia · 10 months
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ENHYPEN Mini Series
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FEVER (teaser)
pairings: hyung line x reader
synopsis: while in a relationship, you caught the attention of another person and gained yourself a new lover. it says one lover is enough and having another one will complicate everything.
disclaimer: this series doesn’t reflect the member's personality. the said events/situations are purely from the writer’s imagination.
warnings: cheating, mention of cheating, members loving the same girl, r18 stuff (not yet sure). the warnings will be updated accordingly.
note📎: i got inspired by the lyrics of enhypen song’s fever. since the greek myth is finished, i decided to post this teaser. i hope you’ll look forward to it and support it. thank you so much in advance. let me know about what you think and send me some asks. i love you. 🤍
© 2023 eeunoia — all rights reserved.
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lee heeseung › here
— “hyung! who’s that?” heeseung looked over his friend, sunghoon, when he heard him asking a question. at first, he didn’t understand. but as he follow his line of sight and it ends onto you, he knew. he knew that his younger friend was into his best-friend.
— he thought it was okay. his friend is a very nice guy. he will surely treat you right. introducing you both will be okay. so he did. he thought he did something good, but little does he know, he will be in a complicated situation because of it.
— “want to hang out friday?” heeseung asks you as you both open your work books at the page your teacher asked you to. you glanced at him and gave him an apologetic smile. “can’t at friday. i have to be at sunghoon’s practice.” you said.
— as you slowly drift away from him, the more he realized what he truly feels for you. heeseung was torn. he wants to pursue you, but he doesn’t want to hurt his friend. it was noticeable though, for you at least.
— “what’s up with you lately?” you asked, worried. feeling a bit guilty that you’ve been too focused to your boyfriend that you kind of neglect your best-friend. heeseung kept this gaze at you. it made your heart race, awakening the lingering feelings for him that you tried to push at the back of your mind.
— “i’m in trouble, y/n.” he starts and gulped. he was struggling to talk, like as if he has too many to say that it all got messed up inside his mind. “w-why?” you asked, nervous as you try to take a step back, but heeseung held you captive.
— “i think i can’t hide this feelings anymore. i’m afraid it’ll ruin two friendships.” he uttered too dangerously as he caress your skin using his thumb sending shivers towards your spine.
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park jay › here
— “where’s heeseung hyung?” jay asked jake when he saw him sitting by the couch. he can see how his friend was holding his head, discomfort present at his expression. “in his room? i don’t know man. i have bad hang over.” jake answered that made him chuckle.
— being friends for a long time develops a bond that is very hard to break. it came along with some unsaid rules such us they should always be there for one another and to keep each other’s secret. but when jay found out about what heeseung did, he just couldn’t let him get away with it without learning a lesson.
— “dude, you fucking slept with hana. what do you think will y/n feel?” jay looked upset. heeseung seemed bothered as well, but the boy chosed to shrug it off. “whatever. as long as she doesn’t finds out.” he said and as if on cue, you entered their frat house with those big bright smile.
— at first, he just wants to be there for you. to comfort you whenever heeseung treats you badly and stood you out. but the more he get to know you, the harder he fell. the bigger his feelings developed.
— “hyung, why did you let y/n go without getting her breakfast?” jake asked innocently as he bite onto his sandwich. heeseung’s brows furrowed in confusion. “y/n was here?” his tone has a hint of shock. jake nodded. “yeah. didn’t she slept in your room?”
— heeseung was confused, very confused. he was sure you’re not in his room last night. his heart thumped and chest started to tighten. both of their heads turned over to jay when he suddenly appeared. “she slept in my room.” he revealed that made the atmosphere heavy.
— “no she didn’t.” heeseung said, trying to deny the reality that his girlfriend did stayed in his best friend’s room. jay smirked, “she did. you stood her up for hana so i thought she can stay with me instead.”
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jake sim › here
— “jake, you’re late again.” sunghoon exclaimed as he rolled his eyes jokingly at the newly arrived friend. jake chuckled as he bro fist most of them, instantly noticing that they’re not yet complete.
— “yeah and i guess jay’s late too?” he asked. heeseung snorted. “he’ll be here in a moment. he’s coming with his girl.” his tone has a hint of teasing that caused their friends to laugh along with jake.
— “oh was that today? man, i forgot that he’ll be introducing the girl he’s been seeing for a while now.” he said as he sat down. just as he settles down, they heard the familiar clings of the door to their favorite restaurant followed with ni-ki’s ‘jay hyung’s here.’
— jake won’t deny he’s a bit curious of the girl that caught jay’s attention. their friend’s too busy with school life and also party so they knew he don’t do serious relationships, but this girl may be his exception.
— his smile was wide as he stood up hearing their friends greeting them. he turns his head ready to tease his friend, but all those thoughts drifts away after meeting your eyes. mirroring his reaction, your wide smile faltered a bit after seeing him again.
— “and this is jake, babe. one of my closest friends! the one i was talking about.” jay’s excited voice ringed over jake’s ears and so he snapped back to reality. you smiled awkwardly and accepted his hand, acting like you didn’t know jake. like you didn’t date him for a long time.
— “y/n, take me back. please. i can’t take it anymore. seeing you being held by another man will make me crazy!” jake sounded so frustrated and so are you. “j-jake, i’m scared...” you whispered, being honest about what you feel after a long time of denying it. jake sighed and slowly pulled you closer to him into a hug. “i w-will think of something. okay?”
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park sunghoon › here
— “i’ll be gone for four months dude.” jake said and sunghoon can hear how sad his friend was. he sighs, trying to lighten his mood. “well time passes by very fast. you’ll be back even before you know it.”
— “can you do me a favor?” he asks. “yeah sure. what is it?” sunghoon was determined to do whatever it is when he said that to his friend. jake smiled, “take care of y/n for me while i’m gone. look after her and be in my place for four months.”
— sunghoon was lost of words, unable to talk right away. he felt a lump over his throat as he tried clearing it while glancing away. “y/n’s not five man. i’m sure she’ll do well.” he said.
— “i know, but i don’t want her to feel lonely.” jake said. “she hates me.” sunghoon tried stating a point, but jake just chuckles over it. “no she doesn’t. you just tease her too much.”
— and so trying to be a good friend, he do as he told. at first it was not easy. you two argues a lot and your differences just rubs off towards each other. but as time passes by, something ignites between the sleeping feelings that were just sitting at the corner of your minds.
— you bite your lower lip as you try to walk out from sunghoon’s room, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. even before you can make it outside, a hand catches you pinning you at the wall. “sunghoon, please. let me go. t-this is wrong.” you said, you yourself are afraid of your own feelings.
— sunghoon's burning eyes pierced at you, he clenches his jaw. “you think i don’t know that? y/n, i’ve tried to fight it. trust me, i did. but we both know it was there the whole time. we were just too scared to light the fire.”
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Hello for the ACOTAR bingo, could you do Nightmare with Rhys? I need some comforting fluff right now 😅😅
I wasn't sure who exactly was supposed to be nightmaring
So I chose the most obvious choice: Rhysie boo
It's honestly so sad that SJM robbed us from more scenes of Rhys' trauma healing, like? Girl, he was SAd for 50 YEARS the bare minimum is to give this man a proper therapy cmon
Anyway, there's not much description of his nightmare so I don't think a trigger warning is necessary, but let me know!!
Also, such good song this one, huh?
The Loneliest
You awaken in your room, feeling an unsettling aura in the air, the room seems smaller and the wind seems thicker, you almost can't breathe. A chill runs down your spine, and a wave of unease washes over you. Instinctively, you know something is wrong with Rhysand. His powers, usually well-contained, seem to be slipping through the cracks of your door, and a thick mist shrouds your surroundings, circling you as if they asked for help.
Without hesitation, you follow your heart and trust the feeling you have in your heart. You get up from bed and try to find your way through the deep shadows that filled the corridor. You make it through the foggy path, your determination pushing you forward, guided by an unspoken understanding between you and Rhysand's power. The mist parts as you walk, as if recognizing who you are and your genuine care and affection for him.
Reaching his room, you find Rhysand thrashing on the bed, and instantly you know he is caught up in the grip of the terrible memories of his abuse Under the Mountain with Amarantha. He's been suffering from the terrible nightmares since he came back from that hell, your paths always crossing when you suddenly wake up during the early hours and he was awake trying to find something to sleep in the kitchen. You would do some tea and he would tell you a bit of his dream. 
You never found him while he was still deep in sleep, and the sight before is nothing but terrifying. You know what your High Lord had suffered, and tried to be there for him, even if sometimes, the heart that learned to love him more than what you had planned throbbed inside of your chest in pain as he talked to you.
You gather your courage and gently shake him awake, calling his name softly until his violet eyes meet yours, filled with fear and pain.
-Rhys, it's me. You're safe now. I'm here - You whisper, trying to ground him in the present moment - You're not there anymore. You're with me.
As he slowly comes to, his powers continue to flicker around the room, but you remain steadfast, feeling the trust his power places in you. You sit by his side, soothingly running your fingers through his hair, feeling the silkiness between your fingertips. Your touch seems to calm him, and he clings to you as if you're his lifeline.
-It's okay, my love - You murmur, your voice filled with tenderness on the nickname you never had courage to use, but that seemed to soothe him even more - I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. I said I won't let you face this alone.
Your words are a balm to his tortured soul, and he clings to you tighter, seeking solace in your embrace. He silently makes space for you in the bed, signaling for you to lay down with him. You get on his side and reach to touch his face, holding them with your life as you look deep into those eyes that you used to love so much, but that were filled with sadness and despair now.
-What happened? Do you want to talk? - He looks like he is about to cry, his throat wavering with emotion - You can cry, Rhys. I'll hold you every time you do it.
As if you spin a key in his brain, his eyes filled with tears and he started to blow them out. His chest was hurting from the amount of time he denied himself the right to cry for himself, to mourn the person he was and lost Under the Mountain. 
-What happened, Rhys? - His sobs slowed down to quiet breathing, but his face didn't leave your neck.
-I… I dreamed that it was you - It was all he said before the tears started to pour again. Your heart breaks a little bit more with each sob.
-What do you mean it was me? - You try to soothe him while playing with his hair, the dark onyx locks smelled so good that you couldn't help but take a deep breath, the scent being imprinted on your soul.
-Sometimes I dream that it's one of you instead of me in her claws, and she makes me watch as she tortures you - Your eyes close in pain, you can't even imagine how hard it was for him during all this time protect his family and wake up every day trying to imagine if she found out your secret - But tonight it was only you, and I… I couldn't watch it. I screamed and punched and tried everything I could, but she never stopped. I wanted to die looking at you like that. I was losing a part of me that would never be mine again as you died in her arms.
-I'm here, Rhys. You are here. We are together and I'll never leave your side again, do you hear me? - You pull his head out of your neck and hold him in place, caressing his cheeks as you kiss his forehead, forcing your tears to not leave your eyes - You are the most amazing person I ever met and you did everything you could to protect everyone in your Court, especially your family. And we are here, we are safe. You did it, Rhys. You saved us.
You continue to shower him with affection, kissing his forehead, his cheeks, and his neck, leaving a trail of adoration in your way. Your words flow freely, a confession of love that spills from your heart without hesitation, your necessity of making him feel better makes you not process the words that you were saying.
-You are the bravest person I know, Rhysand. Your strength, your resilience, it leaves me in awe. You have faced unimaginable things and still managed to find light in the world, to find strength for your Court and keep working with and for us everyday. Your kindness, your compassion, your fierce loyalty to those you love. It's what draws me to you, what makes me love you so deeply.
With every word, you see a hint of ease in his eyes, a reminder that he is not alone, that you are there for him, heart and soul. Time seems to blur as you continue to pour your heart out, naming every little thing about him that captivates you - the way his eyes light up when he smiles, the sound of his laughter that brings joy to your heart, the way he stands tall and proud, a protector of his people and his land.
-You are the most beautiful soul I've ever encountered, Rhysand. You deserve all the love and happiness in the world, and I promise to stand by your side, to cherish you and hold you close, no matter what challenges come our way from now on. 
As you speak, you notice the mist around you beginning to dissipate, a sign that Rhysand's powers are regaining control. The storm in his mind starts to settle, and he clings to you with newfound strength.
-I love you so much - He finally whispers, his voice raw with emotion. Your smile is sad, the meaning of his phrase is not the one you wish him to say, or at least that's what you tell yourself, not wanting to give yourself any kind of hope or have weird thoughts during such a delicate time.
-I love you too, with all that I am - You reply, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose - And I will never stop loving you.
The next morning, as the first rays of dawn gently filter through the window, you find yourself waking up in Rhysand's warm embrace. His arms are wrapped securely around you, as if he never wants to let go. You don't even remember the moment you drifted to sleep, and once you realize what happened you try to slip out of bed, but he stirs awake, his eyes finding yours with a soft smile.
-Where do you think you're going? - He playfully asks, his voice laced with affection - You're not getting away from me that easily. You said you were going to be with me every time, and I'll take advantage of it.
He tightens his hold, pulling you back into the cozy cocoon of blankets, and you find yourself giggling at his antics. You settle back into his embrace, relishing the feeling of being so close to him, even if just for a moment, just for one day until he feels better.
-I love waking up next to you - He confesses, brushing a gentle kiss against your forehead - I might want this everyday, do you think you can move your things to my room until sleep time or do we need to ask the House? - As if listening to the High Lord, three boxes filled with decorations that adorned your room appear on the floor, making you turn to Rhysand with a shocked face.
-Seriously? - You raise up an eyebrow and he just shrugged, a smile threatening to grow on his lips.
-I want you to know that I appreciate everything you've done for me. You are helping me heal from everything that happened Under the Mountain in a way I never thought possible, in ways you can't even imagine. With you, I feel safe and understood. You see me for who I truly am, and you accept all parts of me, even the broken ones. Maybe you can even fix me - His words warm your heart, and you can't help but feel overwhelmed and hopeful by the depth of his feelings. It's evident that your love and support mean the world to him.
-You don't need to be fixed, Rhys - You assure him gently - You are already whole, and I love every single part of you, scars and all - He smiles gratefully, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your back.
-I can't promise that I won't have difficult moments, but I promise to always share them with you - He says suddenly, making you frown a little - You've shown me what it means to truly love and be loved, and I want to share my life with you, every moment, every joy, and every sorrow.
-Are you saying…? - You lose track of thought as his eyes warm up with love to you.
-I meant what I said last night. I love you. And losing you, even if just in dreams, was one of the worst experiences I ever went through - He gets closer to you, his nose almost touching yours - It made me realize that all those years I spent warming up to you was a waste of time. Time I should've spent with you - Your heart swells with love for him, knowing the strength it takes to open up and be vulnerable. You cup his face in your hands, gazing into his eyes with unwavering affection.
-I will wait for you, Rhys. For as long as it takes. Your love is worth every moment of patience. I'll be here to support you, to lift you up when you need it, and to stand by your side for whatever happens. I also meant every word. You are part of my every being and you are already tied to my soul - He leans in, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss, conveying all the emotions he struggles to put into words. As he kisses you a feeling in your chest tightens up, the mating bond making itself recognized between you.
He separates himself from you only to check if you feel the same, the shock in your face is enough for him to laugh and hug you, before kissing you again and sharing his tears of happiness, the feeling shaking the bond that tied you together. 
In the days that follow, your bond with Rhysand grows deeper. You spend time together, from you helping him even more during his work time to cooking with him on nights where the Inner Circle didn't appear in your home, but also creating quiet moments of intimacy where you simply cherish each other's presence from sitting in the balcony to watch Velaris during sleepless nights to reading a book while he played with your hair - or the other way around.
Healing is a journey, and you walk alongside him, hand in hand. With each passing day, Rhysand opens up a little more, revealing his fears and hopes, and you listen with unwavering support. You both find comfort in knowing that you have each other to lean on.
As every night falls, you continue to share a bed, finding solace in the closeness and vulnerability it allows. Together, you create a safe haven where you can both be your true selves, no masks or pretenses needed. In those quiet moments before sleep, as you curl up in each other's arms, you feel the weight of his love, and you know you are exactly where you belong. You have found your home in each other, and the bond you share only grows stronger with time. And so, you wait for him with a heart full of love and patience, knowing that he is worth every moment of the journey. 
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In Pursuit of Happiness | Various Genshin Impact Men x Reader
Okay honestly, did not expect such a response for this story. Haha. I’m not really a great writer either and even if I do have an idea, I force myself to continue the story despite having no plot. I just post. But thanks so much for all the love so far guys. This fandom has been really welcoming to me and its fun befriending people with the same love for the story and characters. 
If you guys are curious, yes, I post this along side ao3 and maybe even thinking about posting it on wattpad too but who’s to say. 
Well, due to popular demand, I shall post the second chapter. 
Not beta read/proofed, we die like Signora
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Summary: The task of an aunt was no easy thing, especially towards a rambunctious and curious nephew who can not sit still. After a bad car accident, the two of them awaken in the world of Teyvat where Y/n must do her best to not only keep herself and her nephew alive to find a way back home but to also beat back all kinds of suitors and become the pseudo mother to every child she meets and her nephew befriends.
CHAPTER 2: The Wandering Lady of Teyvat
People were getting more anxious and happen to be more rambunctious in finding the said Divine Creator.
Y/n had no bother in that as she was more focused in creating new works. It was a sight to see people, especially the women, swoon over the fictional Mr. Darcy after recalling as much as she could from the book. If she wasn’t going to read the books ever again if she doesn’t go back home, then she could at least write her favorite books for not only herself to enjoy but for others as well.
It was interesting to see children in Mondstadt to aim to become Spider-Man too, even singing the theme song.
Books were fun, but Y/n enjoyed taking walks just as much as she loved painting as she would always travel on foot with [Nephew’s name] following closely behind and when they got to a certain point, a few of their forest friends and creatures would pop out and follow them as well. Sometimes, Y/n would have a basket filled with food and her sketchbook since she would sketch the landscape. It was fun to draw the fantastical and beautiful vegetation all around her. It was especially fun to draw the creatures as well as it made her feel like she was a concept artist for a game or a show.
It made her feel like her favorite concept artists from her old world.
What she didn’t know was the powers as her being the Divine Creator were being unconsciously used as whatever she sketched and thought about would be created and brought to life somewhere in Teyvat. The creatures that she drew were at first confused at the world around them until they found more of their kind who then proceeded to inform the newly born creature of who created them – Y/n, the Divine Creator.
Y/n found it quite strange that the animals of Teyvat were always approaching her and her nephew. Heck, even the slimes and the hilichurls would approach them, attempting to do whatever they wanted like travel to Liyue and back or even go to Dragonspine. That was where the Pyro slimes came to use as they would hop around the two with Y/n taking notes and [Nephew’s name] waving at the Cryo slimes that were there, wiggling and emitting a warm aura around them. But there was just something about [Nephew’s name] and his connection with animals that seemed so natural. Even back home, he would always rave on and on about having a farm, a petting zoo, etc. It didn’t help that his dad grew up around a farm and helped raise animals.
He loved the animals and slimes so much that he brought back some of them to the Hilichurl camp they stayed at and nursed them back to health like the small songbird, a rabbit, and an enormous Hydro Slime he affectionately called Billy.
It was a strange day when Billy came to their every day lives as it seemed to have protected some other slimes that were guarding the path that lead to the Hilichurl camp from people. That was also something that Y/n picked up as people were afraid, even hostile towards the creatures that helped them so much. It didn’t seem fair as they were always a joy to be around. The Hilichurls were a hoot, dancing almost every night or when they are happy, the Mitachurls were these big protectors and [Nephew’s Name] had fun climbing up their backs or shields and they would always become a nervous mess when he was about to fall and always made sure to be mindful of their strength. The Samachurls were the wise ones, with one with an ability to heal, they were always there to help the others make a full recovery. They also helped Y/n with finding herbs and teach her about healing as well when the time came.
Her moment to shine came as she saw the big Hydro slime in front of her, giving her the hopeful and tired smile or at least what a slimes equivalent to a smile was. It kept looking at the young woman as she made quick work with the help of a Hydro Samachurl that was nearby as a Hilichurl held [Nephew’s Name] back as he was curious about the big slime.
It made a full recovery and [Nephew’s Name] grew attached to it to the point he named it Billy. With the slimes that he protected leading you to where the Hilichurls found them, Billy was protecting the slimes from the Knights of Favonius that were coming to investigate why the path they were in right now was fortified like a wall and the hilichurls were very aggressive to people these days. As a thank you for letting them stay with them, Y/n made sure to travel far away so as to not think that she was in kahoots with Hilichurls even though she was. She just didn’t want anything to happen to her new friends, especially since they were always helping take care of her nephew and he enjoyed their company.
As she was out, embarking in many paths and meeting new acquaintances, it was a sight to see that people made shrines of this Divine Creator. But the funny thing was that it had an uncanny resemblance to her own face, even gems the same color of her eyes right where the eyes should be.
… These people were serious.
She had to buy many cosmetics and remember all the make up tutorials she watched and studied under her sister to walk through cities as who knows what these people would do if they found someone that had similar features to her. It could go one way or the other – say that she’s blessed and highly favored by the Creator to have been bestowed a similar face or highly persecuted for committed blasphemy and hunted down like an animal for having a similar face.
If the people found out that the look alike can shapeshift, they’re going to tell the church.
Either way, she didn’t want to be involved much with the politics of this world, especially since she heard tell of the Fatui. What she’s been hearing were interesting and it would be best to avoid areas that they frequented, especially if she was with her nephew.
She will be damned if he ever got mixed with the wrong crowd of people in a fantasy world.
That and if she was reckless, her sister would murder her.
It sent shivers down her spine at the horrors she would endure if one hair out of line if they returned home. Such horrors gave her more chills than the icy winds of Dragonspine and Snezhnaya.
The good thing about being in a new world where neither of them had to worry about modern technology, school, or work is that they now had all the time in the world and with the ever-growing list of hobbies that Y/n partakes, she does lots of mineral and material collecting when she has the chance and even a few objectives to earn more mora in between the seven nations.
Money is money after all.
Spare no expense when it comes to her adorable nephew who she believes needs to be spoiled occasionally.
-x-
Today they were in Liyue, the two walking towards Liyue harbor, deciding to visit Bubu Pharmacy for a check up for [Nephew’s name]. She had full trust of the Samachurls, but she wanted a second opinion on her Nugget’s health.
Holding his hand gently, they climbed up the many steps to the grand building, but not before enjoying the scenery of the city and way to the pharmacy where they came to face to face with the receptionist, who happened to be a little girl with cute eyes and beautiful violet purple hair. She had to hold back her squeal as she found her so adorable before coughing lightly and flashed a smile.
“Welcome to Bubu Pharmacy. I am Qiqi.” Said the girl as she looked at the young woman, suddenly feeling warmth radiating from the lady that was looking at her. It mainly came from her, but she could feel slight hints from the boy that also stared at her with fascination.
“Hello Qiqi. I’m Y/n, and this is [Nephew’s name]. We’re here for an appointment for this one.”
“Appointment…” The girl suddenly made a focused face or at least how focused a zombie could look as she opened a book in front of her to then look up at the young woman again.
“Yes, appointment for [Nephew’s Name]. Dr. Baizhu will be here soon.”
She was already acting so grown up! Ah, her heart couldn’t take it as she almost fell over backwards if it wasn’t for her nephew holding onto her hand. She thought her nephew could be this cute, but this girl hardly even tried. Girls were always such a wonder as Y/n and her older sister always talked about either of them having a daughter and how they would spoil her rotten with lots of clothes though they already do the same thing to [Nephew’s name] already. But shopping for girl’s clothes was so darn rewarding,
Well, that is if they wanted to have a feminine clothing style. It didn’t matter to Y/n as they would be cute, nonetheless.
Dear lord, she’s started to sound like Elizabeth from Black Butler.
“Hi Qiqi! I’m [Nephew’s name]! I hope we can be best friends! I don’t go into the cities a lot.” The boy said sheepishly as he tried to get a closer look at the girl, who wore talismans on her body. She really was a zombie.
How cool was that?
Qiqi wore a dreary look on her face as she looked on at the boy, who was smiling at her. She hardly had time to leave the Pharmacy as she helped Baizhu quite a lot as the receptionist. Lately, it’s been getting a little hard because of the growing cold weather. After hearing all this, Y/n immediately went into mother mode and precured a blanket and scarf for the girl from her ‘Mystical’ bag of wonder that carried more that it should have.
Or at least that’s what Nugget calls it. He once saw his aunt pull out one of the axes for the Mitachurls.
Carefully wrapping the scarf around the girls’ neck and the blanket around the young girl, she stepped back to look her proud work, smiling at just how adorable she looked.
“There. If you need any more blankets, just say the word. Though you’ll probably have to look for me around the marsh.” She said a bit bashfully with [Nephew’s name] nodding more, probably thinking of having play dates with the zombie girl. Yes, his first friend that wasn’t a slime or a hilichurl was coming to fruition. Now if only his aunt could get the attention of a worthy man and it would all fall into place!
“I apologize for the wait you’ve endured.” There was a rich voice coming from behind the [H/c]-ette’s to see a tall and handsome emerald haired man. Yes, his hair was one of the first things to notice but the eyes were second as they appeared almost amber like – gold even.
Though the only thing that [Nephew’s name] bothered to notice was the-
“Snake! And it’s so pretty!” he cried out happily as he jumped forward and looked up at the albino snake wrapped around the man’s neck like a scarf. Back in their old world, there was the Caduceus, a staff with two snakes coiled around it – it was the official insignia of the public health service or anyone that worked within the medical field.
The snake seemed to bask in the attention as it lifted its head pridefully, looking at the young boy with interest.
“You are too kind, young one.” The snake said, earning a more awe look from the boy.
“And she talks too! An Albino snake that talks!”
Y/n had to cover her mouth at her nephew’s adorable fascination with animals again all while the albino snake seemed to already hold the boy in some high favor. Though, she didn’t escape the stare of Bubu Pharmacy’s doctor as she finally took notice of him and bowed lightly.
“Ah! Y-yes. Forgive me. And do not worry of our wait. Qiqi here was quite a delight with us.” She turned over to look at the young girl, smiling again as the doctor followed her gaze to see the same Qiqi be covered in a blanket and scarf all while it looked like flowers were floating around her as she gently snuggled more into the warmth that her new gifts provided.
“I see.” Baizhu was entertained to say the least as he looked at the woman before him, feeling as if she was quite familiar but couldn’t say otherwise other than feeling the warmth that radiated from her along with the young boy that she was with. She was a beauty, yes. And looked to be quite young, her [h/c] strands framing her face as she seemed to have quite a distant look. The clothes that she wore were a tad strange, making him believe that the woman in front of him was a traveler of sorts.
The two followed Baizhu to the back, [Nephew’s name] still talking to the snake, the two finding out her name was Changsheng.
Getting dressed into a gown, the boy soon answered all questions asked by the doctor and if he was stumped, Y/n would fill in.
The scars that were from a year earlier from the accident were still present and Baizhu asked about them.
“Treasure hoarders. He and I barely made it out only thanks to our family.”
The tone in the atmosphere darkened lightly but to Y/n and her Nugget, it was all just a fabricated story. Yes, you lost your family, but whoever was curious weren’t going to ask more about dead family members if that’s the story.
Changsheng having gotten close to the boy felt lots of sympathy as the boy had to see lots of horrors so suddenly. She felt sympathy for the mother as well, having to be the only one to raise the boy.
“I see. I’m sorry for your loss. I’m sure your son is blessed to have a mother like you.”
To witness the blushing face of the woman in front of her was blissful gift as Y/n quickly shook her head almost comically, her nephew laughing as the warmth from earlier had come back but this time it was much stronger.
So strong in fact that a certain amber-eyed archon noticed and almost dropped his cup of tea as he hurriedly stood to his feet and rushed out to follow where the warmth came from.
Back to Y/n, she finally attempted to speak.
“No. No! He’s not my son! He is my nephew. Well, I suppose I can see where people confuse us as mother and son…” she said, the blush on her cheeks still present as the emerald haired doctor chuckled in amusement.
“My apologies. I was in the wrong to assume. You two seem quite close.”
“Yeah! Auntie is very nice to me! She’s there for me even I know mommy isn’t here anymore.”
“Hey now. Stop that gloomy talk or else Dr. Baizhu won’t reward you with a piece a candy.” Y/n playfully pinched her Nugget’s cheeks, making him whine playfully but it did earn a laugh as Baizhu pulled up a small lollipop from his pocket. [Nephew’s name] then proceeded to behave, doing whatever Dr. Baizhu told him to just as they finished up, Y/n heard a voice.
‘Oh, great Divine Creator. Wherever you are, I hope that you are safe. Please, if you can hear me, please return to us. And keep my son safe wherever he is.’
Y/n stopped, clutching her head as her suspicion of who she is to these people were proving her right so far. And of all times to be proved right… what headache. Literally.
This is giving her Kamisama Hajimemashite vibes.
“Is something wrong? Do you feel pain?” Baizhu’s voice was next to her and turning towards him, her [e/c] eyes seeing the worried look, followed by her nephew and Changsheng.
“It’s just a passing headache, Doctor. Perhaps I’ve neglected to eat and drink this morning in worry of my nephew’s health. He’s been such a healthy boy and hardly gets sick but nonetheless, I worry.”
“He’s a healthy boy. In fact, almost too healthy. It’s good for children to take a tumble or two, you know.” Baizhu watched the [H/c]-ed boy talk to Changsheng more, wanting to know more about the snake as they blissfully ignored the two adults.
“I’m aware. Again, thank you Dr. Baizhu.”
“It’s my pleasure. Be sure to schedule another appointment if you want to be up to date with his health with Qiqi.”
The doctor walked them back out to the reception with Qiqi waiting patiently, writing down the names for next months appointment. Afterwards, she took off the scarf and blanket only for Y/n to shake her head and smile as she handed them back to the girl.
“Keep them. We have plenty more. I have too much time on my hands that I forget how many I make.” If Qiqi could get any happier, she would if it wasn’t for the fact she hardly makes any expressions. There were far more flowers radiating from her as she snuggled closer to the blankets than before. Baizhu and Changsheng showed them off as they waved them goodbye.
After walking a certain distance, walking to a secluded spot of Liyue harbor, Y/n and Nugget held onto each other. There was a small playful glint in her eyes as she eyed the clear skies, unaware of one man walking closer to them as he followed them when they left Bubu Pharmacy. He could feel the warmth coming from both, yet the one he was mainly focused on was the woman beside the child, who gently talked to them, saying a few jokes before walking towards a secluded part of the harbor – away from prying eyes.
“Alright Nugget. Hold on tight, okay?”
“Got it!”
They walked further into the alley way and before the Archons very eyes, the two shot up into the air suddenly but instead of falling towards the ground, they kept afloat without the need of a glider. The woman and child looked as if they were walking through the skies of Liyue and only him did he notice the strange phenomenon.
They walked all the way to the direction of Dihua Marsh, where he made sure to follow them.
I’m a big howls moving castle fan okay and cause I'm still waiting on Baizhu so I can pull him! Ah, Qiqi is so cute and I will literally adopt her if I ever see her. Also I’m trying to make these chapters long not only as a challenge to myself but also to just make it feel like a light novel hahaha. Oh, maybe I can make cover arts and just scenes of the story when I have the time. I’m kinda excited. Also, Billy the Hydro Slime is our mascot/friend. We must protect Billy. Anyways, thanks for reading! Be sure to like, reblog, ask me to add you on the taglist for updates, maybe even share some ideas since I’m still figuring out the plot. 
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dargoww · 1 year
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"To Many More." — Leon S. Kennedy x Reader
pairing: married!(leon s. kennedy x fem!reader)
warnings: some implied angst; language; taylor swift reference (it doesn't need a warning but just in case)
summary: a married couple celebrates Valentine's Day together; fluff fluff fluff!
word count: 1348 words
Happy Valentine's Day everyone! <3
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A couple seconds after, you saw a familiar figure walking down the street. And your face lit up even more.
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You stood by the window witnessing the aftermath of a sunny day — people smiling, birds singing, life awakening all around. This sight brought a smile to your face as well.
'Tis the damn day.
Every year Leon would do this. Never has he ever forgotten to buy you your favourite flowers for Valentine's Day. Although he wasn't that good at remembering dates, there were a few he never allowed himself to skip. Today was one of them.
You continued to watch him walk towards the door of your apartment building until he disappeared under the windowsill. He was smiling.
Damn, Leon. You thought to yourself.
He always made you feel like that.
Loved. So loved and appreciated you forgot any other feeling existed. Like there was nothing except this very moment, this very warmth that spread all throughout you and beyond.
Oh, he was an expert at this.
You heard the keys turning the door, like a sweet chime filling in the room. You felt yourself tingle as if you were not a grown-up married woman, but a little teenage girl waiting for her knight in shining armour to burst into the tower.
"Where's my girl?" Leon's voice unfolded across the place, being a perfect balance of cheesy, confident, and frisky.
"She's right here. Blushing already, by the way. Did you see how many women looked at you when you passed the street? They must be devilishly jealous."
"Wait, so you were spying on me?" Oh, such an actor.
"How could I not spy on such a handsome man?"
"Fair point there." He gives you the flowers, kissing you swiftly on the lips. "These are for you, gorgeous."
You return the kiss, accepting the flowers.
"They're wonderful, Leon. You're wonderful."
"Oh, I know that. You fell for my charm years ago and you're still under the spell, aren't you?" He embraced you, smiling so wholeheartedly that your own heart skipped a beat.
"You're damn right, handsome." You said, filling a glass vase with water and putting the flowers in.
Leon gave you another smile before his eyes lit up, a rare, but familiar spark that appeared whenever Leon had something on his mind.
"Let's go walk around a little."
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And you went. Trekking for the closest park, you two finally felt... Normal. Yes, normal. Like a couple that spends every weekend like this. It was... A nice change.
Having reached the park, you seated on a bench. And then, a young teenage boy came over to the two of you. He addressed Leon.
"Hello! For 1$, can I make up a Valentine's Day song for you and your girlfriend?"
Leon chuckled. "Sure, why not. Anything for my lovely wife."
"Oh, wife! I'm sorry!"
"It's okay, sweetie." You said.
Leon searched through his pockets, putting out a 5$ banknote and handing it to the boy whose eyes immediately lit up. Leon said:
"This your business or something, kid? Consider it an investment."
"Whoa, thank you so much! It really means a lot! Can you, uh, can you please tell me your names?"
You spoke up first. "Y/n."
"Leon." No, but he didn’t have to sound so hot while simply saying his name.
"Got it!"
The boy took a couple seconds to take a big breath in.
And started singing.
"Roses are re-ed!"
A smile glistened on both faces — yours and Leon's. The young man carried on.
"Violets are blu-ue!" He chanted.
You couldn't help but smile even wider. The little guy was really putting his soul into this.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Y/n! Leon loves you!"
After a swift moment of somewhat awkward silence, you applauded. Seeing it, Leon repeated your gesture and reassuringly looked at the boy. Oh, we love a supportive husband.
The boy was quick to leave. Probably looking for his next clients.
You and Leon exchanged glances.
"Well, that was something." Leon grinned.
"The little singer's definitely trying his best. Let's give him credit for that."
"Yeah, we definitely should."
You two sat there for a couple more minutes, cherishing the present moment. It was a rare occasion for you and Leon to go out somewhere just like normal people. It wasn't just about his job. Leon has never really been the type of person to spend a lot of time outside the apartment you share. That's why your quality time together is usually pretty domestic, but it doesn't lessen the meaningness of it. Reoccurring death sentences made you both learn to appreciate the simple moments.
Because life gets tough. You both learned it the hard way, many times. When your husband came home all bruised. When you spent sleepless nights questioning if he's even alive, never being able to contact him. When Leon woke up after nightmares where he would lose you again, and again, and again. When he was sure that he was not gonna make it out. When he was so afraid he would not be able to come back to you, goddamn, this fear was consuming, sucking on his soul. But he came back. And he will keep coming back no matter what he has to face — he took an oath he would.
That's why this solace moment felt like mending a heart's wound. In times like this, you felt that you two could actually heal one day. Heal from the fear, heal from this never-ending trauma. You didn't even know if it was actually possible, but you tried. You both tried your best. Being with each other helped you carry through all of this. You shared each other's burdens and it made life a little more bearable.
"I wanted to tell you something," Leon says, his tone soft and discreet.
"What is it?" You ask, turning to his side and looking him in the eyes.
"It's really nothing. It's just something I had on my mind for a while. You know I'm not very good at vocalising these kinda things. But I felt like today's occasion was a good reason to speak up on this."
You decided to play it off sarcastically. "Oh-oh. Sounds serious. If we weren't already married, I would've thought you are proposing."
"Oh, come on. I'm about to say something good for once."
You giggled. "I'm just kidding. Of course, love, go on."
Leon tilted towards you a little. "I wanted to say thank you. For everything, really. For every time you've been there for me. For staying with me. For choosing me. Not gonna lie, when I was younger I wasn't even sure I would ever find anyone who would be alright with what I do. I kind of accepted it, that I would end up alone. But here I am. Happier than I ever was. With you. Saying cheesy pick-up lines every time I see you wake up by my side."
You smiled warmly.
"Leon, I know you like the back of my hand. You're such a hopeless romantic. I've seen this in your eyes the very moment you said «I love you» for the first time. I will never forget that look you gave me. You still look at me like that sometimes and every goddamn time my heart flutters. I felt like all of my previous... situationships that cut me to the core were worth it."
"It's like in that song you like. What was it? Without all the exes, fights, and flaws..."
"We wouldn't be standing here so tall. Yeah. That's true." You nodded to Leon's words.
"We've been through a lot, haven't we?" He sighed.
"That we have... That we have."
Leon put his arm over your shoulder, resting his head on top of yours.
"I love you, Y/n. Happy Valentine's Day."
You couldn't help but smile at how special this moment felt. You lived for these. There was nothing better than this.
"I love you too, Leon." You smiled softly and then placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "Happy Valentine's."
Kissing you back, Leon gently put his hand on your cheek, looking into your eyes with a tender, loving expression.
"To many more." He said.
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Bitchy is my Type Pt. 2
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Leighton Murray x Fem!Reader
Summary: Reader is a motorcycle riding, tattoos, badass type. What happens when there is a new volunteer at the Women’s Center who is just her type, but instead of getting along, they become enemies? But what if those hateful feelings turn out to be something more? Or Enemies to friends to lovers.
Warnings: Language
Word Count: 1.2k
Pt. 1 Pt. 2
navigation  the sex lives of college girls masterlist
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There are many very unique people during poetry night. "Happy Father's Day. "Dad, "thanks for always protecting me from spiders, "from nightmares, from feeling respected as a woman." You snap with everyone else.
"My nipples are my own. But will they ever truly be free?" You hold back a laugh at the motion the girl makes while saying this. 
"Oh, beautiful, disgracious skies. For amber waves of pain!" Everyone around you snaps aggressively in agreement. You hear Leighton call out, “Yeah.” Then you hear Alicia berate her. “Leighton, stop filming people without their consent.”
You can practically feel her eye roll. “Yes, Warden.” When you turn around you see Leighton drinking another glass of wine. “Are you seriously getting drunk at an event that you're working because you were caught getting drunk?”
She stops to think about it for a second, before nodding her head. “Yep.” Alicia groans. “Ridiculous.” You are about to yell at her, until someone comes in front of the group and you remember that there are other people still there. 
The girl states, “I figure, if it's okay with you, I'll sing a few songs tonight. This first one is about a woman who deserves more love than she gets. Mother Nature. 
The meadows so cloverly 
Awakening my ovaries 
Awakening my ovaries” 
Leighton bursts out laughing and quickly runs outside. You follow her, making a mental note to apologize to the girl singing for the interruption. “Leighton, what the actual fuck? That's it. I'm not signing off on any of your hours tonight.”
She stops laughing instantly and whips around to face you. “What? Wait, you can't do that. I deserve double hours for sitting through this shit.” You look at her with an astonished look on your face. “Why? All you did was drink wine. And eat very noisy snacks!”
“But I was here.” Leighton whines. You shoot her a glare. “I don't care. You know, you just wasted three hours of your own life. Zero down. 100 to go.”
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The next morning, you make your way into Sips. When you see Canaan, you go right over to him.
“Hey, man! Where have you been?” You ask him. Normally, you two hang out almost every day. You guys had known each other since the 4th grade, and you were inseparable. Practically brother and sister. “So sorry dude. I was going to text you. Econ has been crushing me and I asked for some shifts off so I could study for the finals.”
You nod in understanding. When you see Kimberly come in, you call for her to come over. 
“Dude! How the fuck do you put up with Leighton? She is the most entitled person I have ever met, and that's saying something. I have dated a lot of snobby people, but she takes the cake by far.” Kimberly gives me a look before saying, “Look. Yes, Leighton is a lot, and yes, she can be very entitled, but she is super sweet once you get to know her.” 
You shoot her an unbelieving look before you hear Lila call for you. “Y/N! Bring those big, strong, lesbian muscles over here to lift these boxes for me! I just got my nails done.”
You roll your eyes before walking over towards her. “I told you not to call them that. Just call them my muscles please.” Lila smirks at you before saying, “If I was gay, I would hook up with you just for the abs.” You snort before lifting up the five boxes she wanted you to move. “YAS! LESBIAN MUSCLES!”
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Later that day, you were cleaning up the Women’s Center with Leighton. While you were actually cleaning, she was sitting and looking at her phone. Suddenly she says, “Look, I know you're in charge or whatever, but I really think it would benefit you to take things a little less seriously.”
You grunt out, “Oh, it would, huh?” while trying to put away a folding table. Leighton puts her phone down dramatically on the chair she is sitting on. “Yeah, okay. Like, if you didn't notice the song that girl sang was beyond terrible, then I am genuinely kind of worried about you.”
Before you can stop yourself, you let out a laugh. “Of course, I knew it was terrible. If she was good, she wouldn't be playing at the Women's Center!” Leighton gives you a “no duh” look before exclaiming, “Uh, yes. I agree!”
You pause what you're doing and turn towards the blond girl. “Okay, look. Some of these people are really fucking annoying. Doesn’t mean I say it to their face. Instead, I smile and cheer them on, and then mock them privately. Maybe give that a shot.”
Leighton sighs and throws her head back. “All right. All right, I will try to be less of a, um– Oh, God. What did you call it?” At the same time you both say, “A dumb, cis bitch.” You chuckle, finding the nickname you had come up with hilarious. Leighton nods with a strained look on her face. “Right. That’s the one.”
You just shrug and go back to trying to force a folding table to fold. “It’s true, you sounded like one. You know, it might be hard to stop. Just wait till it’s October, when Ginger starts her shit about her coven.” Leighton freezes for a second before violently asking, “What the fuck is a coven?”
The light laugh that you let out is enough to make the aggressive look on Leighton’s face melt almost instantly. You don’t notice, and you go back to your work as if nothing had happened.
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Once you finish up, you offer to give Leighton a ride to her dorm on your motorcycle. She accepts hesitantly, but you assure her that it is completely safe. When you hop on, she pauses and looks at the bike worriedly.
You let out a sigh and say, “Come on, Leighton. I haven’t got all day.” When she finally moves forward and sits down behind you, you reach for her arms so that you can wrap them around your waist. She quickly pulls them back, snapping, “What the hell are you doing?!” 
You put your hands up in defense, quickly snapping back, “Calm down! Jesus. If you don’t want to fall off, you have to wrap your arms around me. Otherwise, we can’t go anywhere.” You can practically feel Leighton roll her eyes behind you before slowly worming her arms back around you. 
You try to ignore the feeling that you got when she did this, and you start on your way towards her dorm. She slowly but surely gets more comfortable and ends up putting her chin on your shoulder so that she can see where you are going. 
When you finally get to her dorm, Leighton hops off. She goes to walk towards her building before freezing and turning around. She calls out to you and quickly asks, “Hey, um. What did you mean last night? When you said me being straight hasn’t stopped you before?”
You freeze for a second, not expecting that question. When you finally snap out of it, you recompose yourself. You shoot her a smirk and casually say, “Well. I have a theory that everyone is at least a little fruity. I’ve hooked up with and dated quite a few women who thought they were straight. So, hasn’t stopped me before.”
You give her one last smile before speeding off towards your apartment. The question threw you off, but then you realized why she asked it. This was going to be fun.
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the "you need someone right now. and i'm the one that's here. let me be what you need." prompt with trans!leon t4t sex and go
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House Fire
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Pairing: Trans!Leon Kennedy x AFAB!GN!Reader
Author's Notes: The scream I scrumpt when I saw this request...I present you with this. This was so fulfilling to write and I hope you enjoy. Thank you for requesting!
Song: House Fire by Tyler Childers
Content Warnings: Sexual content, oral sex, swearing, no gendered language for reader, no gendered genitalia, reader is sad at the beginning and doubting themselves, Leon being awkward and joking as always, lots of fluff and yearning for one another.
Word Count: 2,470
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“You can set my house on fire, baby
You can turn it into cinder and smoke
‘Cause this house is mighty cold
And I feel like meltin’ all the snow away”
The door slams, echoing throughout the home. You stormed inside, frustration and sadness overwhelming you. “I don’t see anything between us” repeating in your mind. You could’ve heard that sooner from them, about two months sooner. Why lead you on this whole time if this is how they felt? It seems like you always draw the short straw, never having success in your love life, not understanding why. You’re close to losing it! Close to swearing off love for good.
You’re usually not…This bitter, but it seems like now, most things these days in your life are taking a downturn. A low score on an exam for one of your classes, manager at your job has been criticizing your work more, you and your sibling having a spat that’s left you with the silent treatment from them. “It’s every day for me…” You muttered to yourself, stalking to the kitchen to grab something to drink, preferably alcohol, if you have any. You sincerely hope luck is on your side for this, at least. “Aha!” You exclaimed, grabbing the neck of the wine bottle and pulling it out of the fridge. At least there’s the little things.
While you’re busy searching for the bottle opener, your roommate makes his presence known. “Damn, slammed the door pretty hard, huh? You trying to wake the dead? Definitely woke me up ” He says, looking disheveled. Oops. Talk about a rude awakening.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” You grimaced, stopping to look at him. Good Lord. Looking like a tall drink of water, so effortlessly hot even with bedhead. The nap he was taking made his usually perfectly straight fringe tousled, his clothes wrinkled, eyes rimmed with red that he’s currently making worse by rubbing them. 
“Didn’t you have a date tonight?” He asked, running a hand over his face. “I did, it didn’t go well.” You reply, gesturing towards the bottle. “Hell, I’m sorry. Are you doing okay?” His voice is laced with concern. “I reckon.” You mumbled, finally locating the bottle opener and stuffing it into the cork. “We can talk about it, if you want,” He offers. You nod. God, he’s always been so nice. You’re thanking the heavens for finding him as a roommate. Considerate, picks up after himself, willing to share, never loud. He’s definitely a people pleaser, but that’s one of the few things you share in common. Also the fact that he’s trans too, which makes it an even more pleasant experience to live with him. Honestly? You’ve had some feelings for him, but decided against saying anything. Worried about ruining what you have, especially with the way your love life has been going lately.
You sigh, pouring yourself a hefty serving of Moscato, “You want some?” You offer, holding up your glass. “Sure.” You grab another glass and pour him some, too. He accepts it with a ‘thanks’ and follows you to the living room, each sitting at the opposite ends of the couch, facing towards the other. 
You begin, talking about everything going on in your life currently. Your luck with dating, things in your personal life and career. It’s a bit winded. Honestly? It’s a lot, feeling like you’re probably oversharing or overwhelming him, but he just sits there and sips on the wine while nodding his head with the occasional hum, slightly leaning forward with his blue eyes fixated on you. When you’re finally done, you realize you’ve finished your wine, setting the glass down on the coffee table. 
“Sorry, I know that was a lot. Thanks for listening to me rant,” You chuckle, rubbing your neck. “Oh, no problem. I honestly don’t mind, I…Like listening to you talk…About anything.” He says, with a nervous chuckle, fiddling with his wine glass. “Oh.” You reply, surprised. You definitely weren’t expecting that type of response from him. ‘Don’t overthink it, he’s probably feeling really awkward right now and doesn’t know what to say.’
“Well, I’m glad. I know I do a lot of talking for the both of us–not that that is a bad thing! You’re just…You don’t talk as much as I do.” You shrug. You’re embarrassing yourself. “Yeah, no, I’m glad you do. I’m just, I don’t know, I don’t have much to say most of the time.” He chuckles, his cheeks turning pink. You’re not sure if it’s due to the wine or the conversation, but it’s cute.
“Do you want to watch a movie? Take your mind off things?” He asks, cocking his head, causing his blond hair to fall into one eye. Ugh. “Sure! That sounds nice!” You reply, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on. “You can choose, just…No horror?” Leon asks. You nod, scrolling through the movies, settling on a rather funny one you’ve seen before, but it’s been awhile.
“Want some popcorn?” He nods eagerly. You get up while the ads start playing, placing a bag in the microwave. You stand and watch the TV and the back of his head while waiting for the timer to go off. Your thoughts drift back to Leon, specifically the crush you have on the man. You’ve had one since you met him, how could you not? He’s shy and quite charming. But, after hearing what he said earlier, you’re wondering if he has some inkling of feelings towards you? It’s hard to tell. ‘It still could’ve just been him fighting with that brain of his to think of a response.’ He’s definitely an overthinker like you, too.
The beeping from the microwave pulls you from your thoughts, grabbing the bag and pouring the contents into a bowl that’ll allow you to share with Leon. You grab the wine bottle and bring it with you to the living room, setting it down while putting the bowl between you and him.
He scoots closer to you and the bowl, grabbing a handful. You grab your own and soon immerse yourself in the movie. You both begin laughing along to the antics in the movie. Body easing into relaxation mode, you let the day and all the problems that it brought ebb away, glad to share this time with him. You should’ve done this to begin with, instead of going on that miserable date.
You fill your glass up with some more wine. Sipping away, you start to feel the effects. It seems like Leon is too, out of the corner of your eye you see him also relaxed against the cushions with a flush to his face, grinning at the screen. He must feel you staring, because he looks over at you, smiling brightly. “Starting to feel better?” He asks, tilting his head again. Why does that do something to you? “I am. Thanks for hanging out with me, Leon, it means a lot.” You pause, “And sorry again for waking you up.”
“”You’re welcome, and it’s no biggie,” He reaches over and bumps his fist against your arm. You laugh. Once the moment passes, you’re both pulled into the movie again. Distracted by the screen, you reach for the popcorn bowl at the same time Leon does. Your hands collide and it sends a shock through your body, his skin brushing against yours. It feels so good, even if it’s just for that brief second. “Oops,” You giggle, playing off the feeling while pulling your hand back to allow him first dibs. Before you can retract it fully, he grabs onto your hand, interlocking your fingers. 
“You see this train I’m riding?
It’s burning up the coal
And it’s wheels are bound to roll right by you
Honey, won’t you jump my train?”
Your eyes widen, snapping your head towards him. He’s looking away, face scarlet. His thumb starts rubbing circles into your skin before he begins speaking, “Uh, I’m really glad we got to spend this time together, because there’s been something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about,” He starts, “I’m really glad that none of your dates have worked out…I got worried whenever you would leave for one, hoping that things didn’t work out. I know that sounds awful, but it’s the truth. I’ve been too nervous to tell you how I really feel and I don’t want another opportunity to slip away. What I mean is I…I like you, a lot. I have no idea how you feel about me, and this may ruin what we have, but…I know you’ve had a bad day and things haven’t been going your way so…” His rambling trails off.
When he’s done speaking he moves the bowl out of the way, now nothing separating you two. He scoots closer, cupping your face with both of his hands, his thumbs now brushing your cheeks. “Can I…Kiss you?” He asks timidly. You nod, “Yeah…Yes, please.” He closes the distance, softly pressing his lips to yours. They’re buttery and salty from the popcorn. You love it. Deepening the kiss, you put one hand on the nape of his neck, while the other cups his right cheek, pulling him closer. He whines low in his throat, his hands scrambling to find purchase on your body, finding your waist, clinging to you.
“I’ve been–wanting to do this–for so long–” He says in between kisses, gasping each word. “P-please, this may seem so much at once, but God, I’ve wanted you, needed you, for so long. Whatever you want, just tell me. Those other people have no idea who they’re missing out on.” He’s rubbing soothing circles into your cheek, misty eyed. You begin to feel the familiar sting of tears rising yourself, you nuzzle into his hand. “I know you’re happy they didn’t work out, but I’ve wondered the same thing about myself. Is there something wrong with me? Is that why nothing’s ever gone right?” You suppress a shudder, scrunching up your nose, trying to fight back the onslaught of tears that are trying to break through the dam. 
“Oh, baby, no. Nothing’s wrong with you, you’re perfect just the way you are. I’m so sorry they’ve made you feel like this. I’m so glad to have met you, to be in your presence. You deserve so much, so much more than what you’ve been given. I know I’m not the best with words sometimes, and I’m probably not what you had in mind, but…You need someone right now, and I’m the one that’s here. Let me be what you need.”
“Oh, Leon. I think you’re everything I’ve hoped for.” You whispered, fingers dancing down the side of his face. He makes a noise in the back of his throat, pulling you into a crushing embrace. So close, you don’t know where he ends and you begin, it feels so nice. You can’t recall the last time you’d been touched. You’re famished for affection, and Leon is willing to give you all he can.
It’s a blur of you and him grabbing, touching, pulling on each other’s body like a game of Tug of war. Movie disregarded, popcorn tossed aside, wine warming to room temperature. You and Leon are suspended in this moment together, savoring the lost time. Beginning to recover all those days spent without each other.
Moving in sync, you make it to his room, tangling yourselves together in his bed. Losing articles of clothing, exploring each other's bodies. Skin against skin, tongues exploring new territory. “Is this okay?” “Can I touch you here?” back and forth between you two, nods, gasps, and breathy yeses exchanged. Bare before each other, savoring. Bodies entwined once more. Legs soon hiked over shoulders. His fingers and mouth begin sending you to glory, while his hair is in your clutches. “F-fuck, right there, please keep going please don’t stop! Feels–so–good, Leon,” gasped out of your lungs, dragging nails down his scalp and back. His own moans and whines almost louder than yours, sending tendrils of electricity throughout your body.
“Le-Leon, going to cum,” “Cum for me, baby, let it all out.” Euphoria reached with a yell of his name, body trembling. Leon worked his way back up your body, trailing kisses upwards until reaching your lips. “I want you, Leon. Let me make you feel good too,” whispered between the entanglement of mouths. Severing the connection, laying him against the bedsheets while mimicking the path he left against your skin. 
Taking your time with him, using light touches while exploring him. Withering against the bed, begging for you. “P-please fuck goddamn, touch me more. I need your mouth so badly I feel like I’mgoingtoexplode.” Ever the exaggerator. You enlighten him by wrapping your lips around him and sucking, simultaneously sliding two fingers into his warmth. “FUCK fuckfuckfuck ye-yes thank you, baby, making me feel so good.” His hand snaked down to grip your hair, tugging. Humming in approval has him jolting, arching and crying out. “Oh shit shit I’m cumming, God–ugh–don’t stop!” His walls clenched down against your fingers while grinding into your mouth.
Laying limp amongst the battered sheets, you crawl up to him and repeat his actions, ending in a fervent kiss. Ensnared in each other’s hold for the final time that night, basking in the warm glow emanating from you both. “That was…Everything I had hoped it would be and more.” You murmured, finger tracing his jaw. “Yeah, it was. I haven’t felt that good with someone before, if I’m being honest, and you made me feel really good.” He chuckled, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles. “Me too,” you giggled back, his kisses tickling your hand. He yawns, reaching down to grab the blanket that had fallen off the bed. “Let’s get some sleep, yeah? If I remember correctly, my nap earlier was disrupted,” He smirks at you. “Sorry again,” you apologize once more, though not too sorry since it led to this. “You can make it up to me,” He says while tucking you in against the sheets, “By sleeping with me.” He pauses. “I mean, you know, like…Napping…Not sex again.” You laugh, “I get what you mean, Leon. I would love to.”
Bundled up, Leon rests his head against your chest, quickly lulled to sleep by your heartbeat. You lay awake for a bit longer, turning your head to look out the window, at the stars. Thanking them for bringing you and him together. Closing your eyes, you’re pulled into slumber with a smile gracing your features, bitterness long from your mind, replaced with jubilation.
“You see these boots I'm wearing
They're tough enough to go
And they will take many a road to reach you
Honey, won't you light the way?”
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genshin characters when you're tired
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cw ➵ fluff
characters ➵ albedo, zhongli, venti, xiao
a/n ➵ make sure you guys take breaks! i love you all so much 🤍
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albedo - 阿贝多 ➵
mr kreideprinz, upon noticing his beloved y/n's exhausted aura, immediately tears himself away from his own work to focus on you
he'll think of ways to make you feel better
and his logic will eventually tell him that for you, just a hug and quality time would be just fine
so he does just that <3
"ah, y/n...i can tell you're not feeling the best today. is there anything i can do to make you feel better?"
already knowing the answer, he wraps his arms around you in a warm hug
this man doesn't need to do anything too much to show his love for you
as you're feeling tired, he simply hugs you close and whispers words of affirmation into your ear
he also kisses the top of your head and your forehead
he'll also sacrifice time off his art and various scientific works to spend quality time with just you
"hmm...i know you're tired today. it's okay, everyone gets tired from time to time. you're a hard worker, y/n. i'm proud of you."
zhongli - 钟离 ➵
here we have the geo archon, zhongli!
he's lived with mortals for some time now, so he knows that they get tired a lot
but he's never really seen you tired, since you're always such a diligent and hard working person
so when he sees that you're tired, he knows that he needs to comfort you
since you're his one and only, why else <3
"my precious y/n...what's the matter? did someone hurt you? why are you so tired?"
once you explain what's happened, he tells you to take a break every once in a while
of course, he makes you sit down
and gets you fluffy blankets
and tea, his speciality <3
perhaps he'll get a book and sit next to you, running his fingers through your hair
as he reads the book out loud
letting you go to sleep with him right beside you
"y/n...you have to let yourself take a break every once in a while...now rest, my precious gem."
venti - 温迪 ➵
venti, also known as barbatos, has a free, wandering spirit
and he also doesn't get tired enough to remember what it is in his thousands of years of being alive
so you have to understand when he doesn't understand what tiredness is to you
venti also doesn't live among mortals often, so he also doesn't really get why and how they get tired
however, since you're his beautiful y/n, he immediately goes into protective mode, shielding you from your own work
and distracting you from it by offering you an abundance of poetry and other things you like
so he basically becomes your servant while you're tired <3
"y/n...what would you like me to do for you today? should i make you something to eat? perhaps you'd like a song from mondstadt's favourite bard, ehe~"
he does try to make you something to eat as promised, but he's not good at cooking so it fails miserably
but of course, his music entertains you
he stays by your side as you rest on his orders
fingering the strings of his lyre until his fingers are sore from rubbing so much
but he doesn't stop because he knows that it's helping you soothe yourself
he'll also hug you and cuddle you endlessly
also telling you jokes and making you laugh
"ehehe...i'm glad you like my music, y/n! but seriously...you need to stop overworking yourself. i don't like seeing you upset!"
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xiao - 魈 ➵
the mighty adeptus himself never gets tired
but when you're tired, he notices immediately
he tells you to sleep, and that he'll be back once you awaken
this is, of course, because he needs to fend off the karmic debt inflicted upon him by slaying monsters 24/7
he's not trying to be impatient or anything when he tells you to go to sleep and rest
but as we all know, xiao isn't good with emotions, so let him off the hook as always
he just doesn't know how to express his concern for your tiredness without coming off as rude or snappy
"y/n, if you're tired, just go to sleep. i'll be back when you open your eyes. if you need me, call my name. adeptus xiao. i will be here when you call."
xiao can't be with you physically, but the second you miss him in the slightest, you call his name
he gives up and caves in, stopping his slaying to lay beside you while you rest in bed
as i said before, he's not good with emotions so don't expect him to cuddle you or kiss you or anything
but he does show his concern for your tiredness in other ways
he tells you stories of his life, and how he's always here for you no matter what
he'll refrain from touching you awhile, afraid he'll hurt you without meaning to
but he softens when you snuggle into him, drifting off to sleep as he whispers to you, warm words from an adeptus who's seen years of despair and hardship
but yet he still manages to make time for you
and for just his everlasting presence while you sleep, you're grateful
"y/n...you don't need to worry about a thing while i'm here. i'll always be here for you. now, get some rest."
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pinkandpurple360 · 1 month
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BRO I NEED to know more about these stella leaks
Im tweaking
(Asking anonymously coz viv fans scare the shit outta me)
Oh heyyy uh yeah, it’s not pretty.
Fake leaks with this much detail aren’t a thing and its all on YouTube. so here goes, Stolas moves out of his palace and Stella with Andre take it back. It seems stolas had no choice but to move due to him getting his powers and position taken away for lending his grimoire out illegally (my guess). Kindve a shame because I always liked his palace it added more character than his dialogue ever did.
Via has a mental break about her father leaving her but Stella made him, and faking happiness for her sake all this time, and she’s enraged and confused at him for it, seeing the anti sad pills he overused so much as proof of the deep depression he hid from her. While also demonising anti depressants way to go show, she has visions of her innocent smiling dad being corrupted by an evil imp who he loves. There’s also a scene where she takes her child self from his arms to hold in her own, which I really liked. She also says “you will only know my name” which I bet will last maybe 2 episodes before she moves in with stolas and blitz or something.
The melodrama is incredibly bizarre compared to the cherubs LooLoo land and spring broken fun times we all want but the shippers wanted stolitz drama so here it is. Also the You will be Okay reprise will be nice but I hear it sounds like a Wheezer song.
She awakens her Andrealphus inherited powers, and her scene is basically exactly the same as when Elsa freaked out in front of her palace in front of commoners and threw ice spears around or smth. Knocking stolas over but guess who picks him back up. Then stolas, as you can imagine, runs to her and cries a lot and fawns over her because he’s done nothing wrong in his life it was all that bitch Stella.
It’s literally just Anna confronting Elsa at the palace and her freaking out. It’s literally just that.
Anywayyys back on 4chan it says “Octavia basically kills her mom” after she rejects stolas she renters the palace and most likely either by a misplaced ice spear from her crazy female emotions, or petrification powers bouncing off a mirror? Stella is turned into a statue or into ice. Andrealphus I think, as well. For some reason this time they’re at his house I think. And all four of IMP are standing around for some reason and it looks extremely awkward because they don’t even know this girl but are all very emotionally invested in the Goetia family drama.
But Viv said it’s all ok in the end this is just a plot device to get Stella out of the way of stolitz and force the two to live together all cozy and domestic while Via provides some drama to trauma bind them over. It’s kinda like if Seeing Stars was an entire show.
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steddiesrobin · 2 years
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stobin head canons bc they’re my biggest source of comfort
they consider each other platonic soulmates
they have a choreographed dance to like a virgin (that they perform at parties if they’re drunk enough)
physically affectionate with each other
arms around each other’s shoulders, lots of hugs, will kiss each others cheek when they’re proud of the other
sleepovers! the biggest snack selection, games of never have i ever/truth or dare and obviously movies
once steve fake proposed to robin at a restaurant and now they always do that to get free dessert
during their first week at scoops ahoy, they got along rather quickly. they weren’t super close but they had an alliance with one another. robin kept tabs on how NOT to flirt with girls for future sake
if they’re out shopping together and there’s something rainbow, steve gives robin the side eye and says “it’s you!”
robin gets to fully unmask with steve
robin once joking called steve “she” and that is when steve has a bit of an awakening
which we will now get into the “robin comforts steve when he has a bi panic bc he doesn’t know what bisexuality is” part of this
she immediately lets him know that it’s okay to be feeling that way and will always be there to talk about it
once the 90s hit, they have 90210 nights together and constantly debate on which couples are better (they’re both team brenda/dylan btw)
“if i’m the mom friend then what are you? you can’t be the dad” “i’m the fun aunt that shows up at family functions with her ‘roommate’”
if/when robin gets a crush on nancy, she panics about steve’s reaction bc yk it’s her bff’s ex and that’s off limits. but he’s actually pretty cool with it and doesn’t blame her. he’d actually be offended if robin didn’t fall for nancy tbh
robin immediately calls steve when she wakes up to tell him about the dream she just had
“rob, i’m picking you up in 20 minutes. you couldn’t wait 20 minutes to tell me?”
“nope! anyways so…”
vickie comes into family video one day, robin flusters SO much and steve doesn’t let her forget about it for the rest of the week
steve randomly finds out that robin is good at singing
and robin randomly finds out that steve is good at singing too
things have never been the same sense. they try singing together but their voices don’t mesh well together
that doesn’t stop them from singing summer nights from grease (it’s their sober karaoke song somehow)
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eggtartz · 1 year
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hi!! may i please request the toman founders (together) celebrating the reader's birthday?
a/n : sorry for the delay anon my health has been declining recently :( this might be a little short because my eyes are burning but anyway thank you for requesting and enjoy 🫶🏻
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: manga ending spoilers, a bit of angst, mentions of neglect but overall a lot of fluff
"y/n? hey y/n wake up.." you felt your body was shake as you awaken from your nap. it's at least noon and you had a meeting at dawn so you decided to take a quick nap at the shrine. you saw baji looking down at you as well as haru.
"it's getting warmer y/n you should nap inside" haru said while helping you to get up. "oh it does feel a bit warm.." you mumbled.
"c'mon sleepyhead" baji lifted your limp body on his back and you dozed off again. you didn't had much sleep last night due to your insomnia so you tend to lack energy and sleep at random times. "okay there you go, we'll wake you up when the meeting starts okay?"
"mmh thankyou baji san"
"okay we need to do the plan like right now, she's knocked out" kazutora said hurriedly while tapping his fingers on the table. "mitsuya has the division members been informed about our plan?" draken asked the purple haired boy. "yeah, they're on standby. they've been very excited actually" mitsuya said. the toman founders thought it would be nice to have a small birthday party for you. it does happen once a year so the members saw no harm in it, besides the other division members seem content with their decision and is on board with the plan.
"okay so this evening we'll take the cake out then kazutora and baji would bring the cake at the meeting and lights out then we sing the song for her. pretty simple right?"
"but kenchin why can't i bring the cake?!"
"because you're the president mikey, you need to start the meeting"
"oh wait you're right" mikey snickered while stuffing his face with dorayaki while the others had ice cream. they hoped nothing would go wrong, nothing would right?
the evening came rather quickly as you stretched your body and twisted your body in multiple directions to crack them. rubbing your eyes, you went to the shrine and saw pahchin and pehyan there. "oh good morning pah, peh."
"good morning y/n chan! did you have a good sleep?"
"yes i did, feels so fresh too. say is the meeting long because my stomach is growling" you held your belly.
"i don't think so" pahchin said then walked away with peh when some members called the two. you sat down on someone's motorcycle and lifted your leg. "hey y/n chan want some candy?"
"yeah sure"
"here y/n chan you look thirsty"
"oh thankyou"
"y/n chan you like chocolates right? here!"
"that's so nice of you!" now, don't get you wrong everyone in toman was so nice they felt like family. however this atmosphere felt off and everyone was acting a little bit too nice. you hopped off the motorcycle to ask what's up with everyone when mikey and the division captains pulled up and made their entrance.
"president!" everyone bowed, as you too. after settling down, mikey was standing in front with takemichi and draken behind him. "now! we have gathered here today to uh hear me talk about my day yes! so my day was really shitty so i wanted to drop out from school! how about that?"
you were confused, mikey always has been complaining about school in meetings but never in big meetings like these. these kind of meetings usually means he's announcing toman is going to fight another gang or something. this was the last thing you expected. you glanced at your surroundings to share a confused look with someone only for them to avoid your eye contact.
huh, strange.
"where the hell is keisuke? my story doesn't make sense anymore!" mikey whispered to draken, gestured takemichi to take over instead. "u-uh yes i say uh we all drop out from school? but that would be risky for our on future right so.." takemichi prolonged his tone and nervously looked around.
"damn it, kazutora where are you?!" haru yelled in a whisper at the phone he was clutching while kisaki fumbled with his uniform. "patience haruchiyo, we're just a bit late"
"a bit?! the guys over here are telling fairy tales so she won't notice! hurry up"
"we're almost there haru, just wait there with kisaki!" baji yelled from the other side when the phone went dead. kisaki kept extending his neck to look for baji's motorcycle but after five minutes, he finally saw the two of them. "shit be careful with the cake, where's the light?"
"it's here in my pocket, now kisaki go turn off the lights"
"we all ready right? okay so three, two, one!" the lights that was centered at the shrine went completely off making you shriek in surprise. you accidentally hugged the arms of the person beside you but let his arm go instantly. "oh sorry"
"no worried y/n chan, you can hold on them if you're scared" he teased and you landed a slap on his arm. suddenly there was spotlight and it was directed at you, the sudden light made your eyes blind so you squinted a few times to adjust your vision. then,
"happy birthday to you.."
"happy birthday to you"
"happy birthday dear y/n"
"happy birthday to you!" you heard the members sang while approaching you with a white cake which was written 'happy birthday y/n!'. mitsuya was holding the cake as well as the founders who stood behind him who wore birthday hats too. when the singing ended mitsuya was standing in front of you and smiling so sweetly.
"make a wish y/n chan" your captain said. you did a little wish and blew out the candles which resulted in a ear deafening celebration from the members.
"yay cake!"
"that's for her mikey"
"but i wanna eat it.."
"you just had cupcake this morning" you stood there and watched every member blossomed a smile and congratulated you. you didn't even remember it was your birthday, your family has been neglecting your mere presence for a long time so you've grew up not remembering such an event like your birthday. hakkai was the one who noticed your birthday was near and suggested to mitsuya for them to have a small celebration.
never have you thought that they actually cared so much about you, going to the lengths of calling huge meetings so everyone could be there. you lowered your head to hide your sobs but mitsuya catched them. "it's okay y/n, we're here for you. so just leave it to us yes?" he assured you sweetly while lending you a piece of cake on a paper plate.
the toman members had a nice day that dawn, the celebration ended up late at night but you were so happy. more than happy. and you couldn't be more grateful.
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trainsinanime · 9 months
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The Movie
Under a cut because I don't know how to spoiler tag this, and I will spoil all of it. I know it's called "Awakening" in some markets, but not where I watched it so it wouldn't occur to me to block it if I were wanting to avoid spoilers, and it's a stupid title anyway.
What I will say without spoilers is: The concessions area in the Belgian cinema I was in was something else. They scan your ticket, and then you walk essentially into a small supermarket full of all sorts of snacks, including popcorn and nachos, but also bags of chips, sausage, cheese, sushi and some merch. Then you walk past cash registers and pay there before you get to your actual movie. Fun experience, but sadly the nachos didn't taste great and, according to my sister, the popcorn was kind of stale.
After that, there was a huge activity area where small children could take pictures together with cardboard cutouts, and makeup artists were painting Ladybug and Chat Noir masks on their faces. That was very adorable.
On to the movie!
Yeah, it was fine! I had a good time watching it. I really recommend watching it on a big screen if you have the chance (RIP to Americans), because the main point of the movie is that it looks really pretty. And it does! It's all so, so pretty!
The characters are all adorable. The city is way more beautiful, and it feels big and alive in a way the show could never match. The special effects are great, the fights are really nice, the scenery is amazing and the animation is so full of life!
Story-wise, I'd say it's okay. I know there are people on Twitter who say that the movie is way better than the show. These people are insane. The movie story is good, but to fit it all in, it has to squash and compress everything in ways that don't always make sense. It's very clear that this material wasn't meant for a movie. For example, exactly one character gets anything approaching a full character arc, and it's Gabriel Agreste of all people. Happens very randomly, too.
In a lot of ways, I feel like you could have done more with this. The bit of conflict that Ladybug and Chat Noir briefly develop is kind of stupid and easily forgotten. The songs (you knew this was a musical, right?) are beautifully animated, but they feel a bit perfunctory. Many of them feel more like "Let's put an I-want song here because that's how musicals go" rather than really motivated based on characters.
I don't think that's a huge problem. The charming qualities of the movie easily carry it over all the stuff that isn't that well developed. But if you ask me what the point of the movie was, the specific main story or the specific main idea, I couldn't answer. The movie doesn't really have anything like that. It is Miraculous Ladybug: The Movie, for better or worse, and it's mainly an excuse to give us beautifully rendered charming sequences tied together with the bare minimum of string to make the plot work.
Again, all that sounds so negative, but that's just because it's easier to write about the things that didn't quite work in the story department than about the great visuals and how much I just loved seeing the characters. The reality is that this movie isn't a big revelation, it isn't a much better reimagination, it's just a nice, very pretty movie that shows us stuff we already like done exceptionally well. In my opinion it was well worth the admission and the drive to Liège, and I can totally recommend it.
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