#(time for fun bonding between teacher and student!)

[reidmarieprentiss]

Lost in Translation: Prologue

Summary: A college student (reader) forms a deep bond with a young professor, Spencer Reid, over weekly study sessions in the library. After months of building a friendship, they share a night together, only for the student to be left alone, Spencer gone without a word.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: fluff, angst, backstory, mild smut (18+)

Warnings/Includes: non-descriptive smut (18+), talks of sex, alcohol, professor/student relationship (but it's Spencer and he's 18 like his students), being used for sex, loss of virginity, (un)requited feelings, no happy ending for this part

Word count: 8.6k

a/n: new story just dropped lol -- wrote so fucking fast and not edited at all sorryyyy

main masterlist part one part two part three part four

Being a wonder kid, Spencer Reid’s youth was one of isolation. Growing up too young, too smart, too awkward—too everything to really fit in—made life difficult. He navigated a world where his intelligence placed him far beyond his peers, yet his age kept him at arm’s length from those who might understand him better. It wasn’t until he began teaching an engineering course while working on his PhD at eighteen that he finally felt a flicker of that belonging.

Standing in front of an auditorium full of undergraduates, Spencer finally experienced something akin to acceptance. The students, many only a few years older than him, loved the fresh, youthful energy he brought to their 8 a.m. class. For the first time, they weren’t learning from a middle-aged professor droning on about equations but from someone who felt like one of them. Spencer’s lectures were passionate, and he brought concepts to life in ways that made the subject not only digestible but genuinely fun.

It didn't hurt that he was handsome either; that soft hair, those gentle brown eyes framed by glasses, and the earnest way he smiled—all of it made more than a few students swoon over him at one point or another. Spencer, of course, remained oblivious to the dreamy stares and flirtatious comments.

Despite his newfound sense of belonging in the classroom, Spencer didn’t really hang out with anyone. He remained somewhat of an enigma—attending his own study groups, tutoring off and on, and sometimes grabbing lunch with faculty who treated him more like an adorable novelty than a colleague. He was used to it by then, that feeling of floating in between worlds. 

But one day, after a particularly engaging lecture on applied mechanics, a student named Jasper approached him. Jasper was bold, with a confident walk and a grin that suggested they weren’t afraid to push boundaries. “Hey, Professor Reid,” they said casually, leaning against the edge of the lecture podium.

“Oh, uh, hi,” Spencer replied, caught slightly off guard as he scrambled to gather his things. He was never quite sure how to handle the one-on-one interactions with students that felt too friendly, too casual. “Did you have a question about the lecture?”

Jasper laughed and shook their head. “No, actually, I was just thinking... Me and my roommates are throwing a party this weekend, and I was wondering if you’d wanna come? You know, kick back, meet some people... No physics or equations, promise.”

Spencer blinked, processing the invitation like a computer struggling to boot up. A party? With students? It felt... like an odd concept, but one that piqued his interest in a way nothing had before. He’d never really had a social invitation like this—especially not one involving people close to his own age. The idea was exhilarating, and for a moment, Spencer could almost feel what it might be like to be just another young adult, rather than the kid-genius-teacher everyone knew him as.

“Really?” Spencer’s eyes lit up, his grin boyish and genuine. “That sounds great, actually! Should I, um... should I bring anything? Snacks? Drinks? I can... figure something out.”

Jasper shook their head, laughter spilling out at how adorably sincere he was being. “No, no, don’t worry about it,” they said, waving off his concern. “Just bring yourself, cutie.” With a teasing wink and a quick flick of their wrist, they slipped a small note with their address into Spencer’s hands. And then, with that same confident stride, Jasper turned and walked away, leaving Spencer to stand there, flushed and stunned, staring down at the address in his palm like it was some secret code to a new world he’d been waiting forever to explore.

—

Spencer stood outside the house, his nerves and excitement mingling as he took in the scene. The address Jasper had given him led him to a lively place: music thumping loudly enough to rattle the windows, laughter spilling out through the open front door, and the warm glow of lights casting playful shadows on the lawn. People were milling around everywhere—huddled in small circles, raising drinks to one another, dancing, and talking loudly over the music. It was the kind of scene Spencer had seen in movies but never really experienced in real life.

Taking a deep breath, he steeled his nerves and stepped inside. He immediately felt out of place in his neat button-down shirt and slacks, compared to the casual party attire of those around him. But he was here, and he was determined to enjoy it. As he made his way through the crowded entryway, Spencer's eyes were wide, absorbing every detail—the smell of popcorn and alcohol mixing in the air, the flashing lights, the loud music, and the laughter. He weaved through groups of students, dodging stray elbows and trying to make eye contact with anyone who might seem familiar. 

However, after a few failed attempts at small talk and realizing that almost everyone he knew was either preoccupied or didn’t recognize him outside the classroom setting, Spencer’s excitement dimmed a bit. He found himself gravitating towards a quieter corner of the living room, eventually sinking into the soft, worn leather of a couch, trying to look relaxed but not too out of place. He sat there, half-heartedly holding a cup of soda someone had pressed into his hand earlier, unsure of what to do next. Every now and then, a familiar face would pass by, and he’d offer a polite wave or smile, but nothing stuck. 

The longer he sat, the more he felt like an observer looking through glass, disconnected from the easy laughter and carefree movements around him. He sighed inwardly, wondering if coming to this party was such a great idea after all. But as he settled back into his seat, he heard an enthusiastic voice shout above the noise.

“Professor Reid!” 

He barely had time to look up before Jasper dropped down beside him on the couch, their presence as warm and electrifying as a flash of lightning. They were so close that the entire side of their body pressed against Spencer's, hip to shoulder, the sudden contact sending a warm jolt through his skin. Spencer’s eyes widened in surprise, and he couldn't help the slight smile that pulled at the corner of his lips.

“Hey!” he greeted, his voice louder than usual to be heard over the music but still tinged with that inherent awkwardness that never quite left him in social situations. He noticed the slight flush in Jasper’s cheeks, their eyes bright and relaxed from the party vibe.

“I thought you were gonna be a no-show,” Jasper teased, leaning in so that their mouth was close to Spencer's ear, their voice buzzing through him. “You seemed kinda nervous when I invited you.”

“N-no, not at all!” Spencer said quickly, though his laugh betrayed his nerves. “I was... just... you know, trying to, uh, soak it all in.”

“Well,” Jasper drawled, dragging out the word like they were savoring it, “now that you're here, we should make sure you have a good time. Can’t have my favorite professor looking all lonely in the corner.” They flashed him that teasing smile, the one that Spencer had come to recognize as Jasper's signature charm, and for a moment, Spencer forgot about the crowded room and the strangers dancing around him.

“Yeah,” he nodded, feeling a bit more relaxed, the warmth from Jasper’s touch making the party seem a little less intimidating. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

That night, Spencer had no idea how things would unfold. What started as casual chatter on that couch quickly transformed into something more charged, more intimate. Jasper had a way of making Spencer feel seen—really seen—and as they talked, leaning into each other, the lines between conversation and flirtation blurred until they no longer existed at all. Eventually, the touches grew longer, more intentional, and Spencer felt his breath catch when Jasper’s fingers brushed against the back of his neck, pulling him closer until their lips finally met.

It was Spencer’s first kiss, and it was exhilarating and nerve-wracking all at once. He was clumsy at first, feeling every ounce of his inexperience and fearing that he was doing everything wrong. But Jasper was patient, guiding him with slow, teasing movements until Spencer’s hesitations melted into something fervent and desperate. They broke apart, breathless and flushed, and before he knew it, Jasper was pulling him up, leading him through the crowded party, down a narrow hallway, and into a bedroom.

There, it happened—the fumbling of clothes, the whispered instructions and reassurances. Spencer's heart pounded in his chest, the nerves and adrenaline mixing with a primal kind of desire he’d never felt before. Jasper seemed to know exactly what they were doing, leading and coaxing Spencer through the motions, and for once, he wasn’t overthinking, wasn’t caught in the spiral of his own mind. He let go, lost in the sensations of touch, taste, and pleasure as he experienced intimacy for the first time.

When it was over, Spencer lay on his back, panting, feeling a mix of awe and disbelief wash over him. He was almost scared to speak, to ask what this all meant. But before he could say anything, Jasper sat up and smiled, giving Spencer a quick, almost dismissive pat on the arm.

“That was fun, Professor,” Jasper said with a playful grin that lacked the intimacy they'd shared moments before. “But I’m gonna get some sleep now. Thanks for, you know, joining in on the fun tonight.”

Spencer sat up, a little dazed and trying to process the sudden shift. He nodded, feeling a strange lump in his throat, and muttered a soft, “Yeah, sure. Thanks... for inviting me.” There was no animosity in Jasper’s tone, but it was clear the night had come to its end. Spencer gathered his clothes, dressed quickly, and slipped out of the room, his head spinning with a thousand thoughts. He walked through the party once more, though he felt almost invisible now, slipping out the front door into the cool night air.

The next class was excruciatingly awkward for Spencer. He’d gone over the lecture material several times, but nothing could prepare him for the moment when Jasper walked in, took a seat right in the middle of the room, and gave him an easy smile like nothing had happened. Spencer struggled to maintain eye contact and found himself stumbling over his words more than usual. He felt exposed, raw, like everyone in that room somehow knew what had happened between them.

But Jasper was unbothered, unfazed—completely casual. It was as if that night was just another blip on their radar, a moment to be shared and then forgotten. And perhaps that was the point. As the days went on, Spencer realized that to Jasper, and probably to many others, it was just another night—no strings, no lingering feelings, just a moment of pleasure and then moving on. 

The realization was strange for Spencer. He couldn't help but question if that was just what sex was—casual, meaningless, but a great way to blow off steam. It felt anticlimactic to think that something so intimate was treated so carelessly, but maybe that was the reality. For all his intellect, this was an area Spencer had little experience in, and he found himself trying to adjust to this new perspective. Maybe this was just the way people did things, and maybe that night with Jasper was simply the start of understanding what it meant to live a life that wasn’t dictated by equations or theories, but by messy, imperfect human experiences.

—

The library was packed with students hunched over textbooks, fingers flying across keyboards, and whispered conversations about study guides. You were already on edge, the stress of your final exam making every little noise seem louder, every empty table harder to find. You hugged your books to your chest, eyes darting around for any free spot, your mind already buried in the formulas and concepts you needed to cram before tomorrow.

Then, without warning, you collided with a solid body as you turned a corner. Your books tumbled out of your grip, scattering across the polished floor. “Shit!” you blurted out, the curse escaping before you could hold it back. “Sorry!” You dropped down immediately to pick up your books, your face burning with embarrassment.

Just as you did, so did the person you’d run into, and the next thing you knew, there was a dull thud as your foreheads collided with a painful smack. You jerked back, clutching your head, eyes watering from the sudden sharp sting.

“Ow,” the guy groaned, rubbing his forehead. He winced, but there was a hint of a laugh behind the pain, a softness in his voice that made your embarrassment double. 

“Fuck, my bad,” you stammered, feeling utterly mortified. “I’m so clumsy.”

The guy chuckled lightly, standing back up as he brushed off his pants. “Me too, it’s alright,” he said. As you looked up, you finally saw who you’d bumped into.

It was him. Professor Reid—the young genius who everyone in your classes seemed to talk about, with rumors that swirled around him like leaves in a storm. The eighteen-year-old PhD who made engineering sound sexy, apparently both in his lectures and in the beds of the more... adventurous students. You’d heard more than one friend gush about how he'd helped them understand a complicated theory in more ways than one, their whispers tinged with admiration and amusement.

And now here he was, standing right in front of you, all tousled curls, warm hazel eyes, and that slightly awkward but undeniably charming smile. The closeness made you realize how tall he was, his lean frame towering over you. You felt a rush of heat creep down your neck, spreading across your skin like wildfire. You’d seen him from afar, of course—catching glimpses of him in lecture halls or around campus—but never up close like this, and he was... so much prettier than you’d expected. 

“Are... are you okay?” Professor Reid asked, still rubbing his head but looking at you with a concern that made your stomach flip. He leaned down, grabbing the books you'd dropped before handing them to you, his fingers brushing against yours briefly.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” you mumbled, gripping your books tightly, trying to ignore the fact that your hand was now tingling where he’d touched it. “I just... wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“Neither was I,” he admitted, his smile widening a little as he looked at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I guess we're both guilty.”

“Yeah, guess so,” you said, forcing a laugh. God, why was it so hard to speak right now? You mentally cursed yourself for being so flustered. You quickly glanced around, realizing that most of the tables were still full, and suddenly it dawned on you that there were no available places to sit... except for the table behind him.

“Um... do you—do you mind if I sit here?” you asked, gesturing to the table he’d just been standing beside.

He hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the table and then at you, a strange look crossing his face like he was trying to figure something out. Then, with that same awkward but genuine smile, he nodded. “Yeah, of course. It's all yours.” 

You thanked him quietly, moving to the chair and settling down, but as you did, you couldn't help but steal another glance at him—those curls falling just right, his long fingers thumbing through his notes as he lingered nearby. And as you opened your books, pretending to focus on studying, you couldn't stop sneaking glances at the very attractive, young professor. 

The hour that followed was filled with the gentle rustle of pages turning, pens scratching against paper, and the occasional cough or whisper from other students scattered around the library. But you couldn’t concentrate, not really. Your eyes kept drifting up from your notes to the table across from you, where Professor Reid sat hunched over his books, his focus so intense that you wondered what on earth he could be doing. Every now and then, your gazes would accidentally meet, and you’d look away quickly, your cheeks heating up as if you'd been caught doing something wrong.

You were in the middle of re-reading the same paragraph for the fifth time when you heard his voice break the silence between you. “If you don’t mind me asking,” he began, the soft tone of his voice instantly grabbing your attention, “what course are you studying for?”

Your eyes shot up to meet his, and for a moment, all you could do was blink at him. He was looking at you curiously, genuinely interested, and his expression was kind, almost encouraging. You tucked a stray hair behind your ear and cleared your throat, trying not to let your voice shake as you replied, “Oh, uh, architecture. I’m studying for an exam... final one of the semester.”

“Architecture!” Spencer’s face lit up, and he leaned forward slightly, his eyes sparkling with excitement. It was like you’d just told him the most fascinating thing in the world, and you couldn’t help but smile at the way he seemed so genuinely enthusiastic. “That’s great! I’ve always thought architecture was such a beautiful blend of art and science—it’s like engineering for the soul, you know? There’s so much math involved, but it’s all to create something tangible, something that can change the way people experience space. And the way architecture has evolved over time? It’s like a living timeline of human innovation!”

He continued to ramble, moving from modern skyscrapers to the ancient marvels of Rome, describing the symmetry of cathedrals and the beauty of brutalism. The passion in his voice made every word seem like a story, and you sat there, leaning your chin on your hand, utterly captivated by the way he spoke. It was clear he loved to share knowledge, to connect different ideas, to see how everything fit together like pieces of a puzzle. 

You found yourself smiling wider and wider, nodding along as he spoke, absorbing everything he said not because you needed to know it for your exam, but because he made it all sound so alive. 

“Sorry,” he said suddenly, laughing softly as he realized he’d been talking nonstop for quite a while. He leaned back in his chair, a slight flush in his cheeks. “I tend to... ramble a bit. Especially when it’s something interesting. I hope I’m not distracting you.”

“Not at all,” you assured him quickly, shaking your head. “Actually... I liked listening to you.” 

He seemed surprised by that, his eyebrows raising slightly. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you said, meeting his eyes and offering a shy smile. “You, um... you make it all sound really exciting. It’s nice.”

“Oh, I’m glad,” Spencer smiled, a genuine, soft smile that made the corners of his eyes crinkle. For a moment, there was a comfortable silence, the kind that lingered like a shared secret. You wanted to say more, to keep the conversation going, to ask him about the things he was passionate about. But before you could find the right words, Spencer glanced down at his watch and began gathering his books.

“I, uh, should get going,” he said, a slight note of regret in his voice. “Lots of things to prepare for—classes and, um... you know, life things.” He gave an awkward laugh, and slung his bag over his shoulder, pausing for a moment as if he were about to say something else, but then just smiled instead. “It was really nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady and casual, despite the fact that your heart was pounding harder than it should have been. He nodded, gave you one last shy smile, and turned to leave, weaving through the tables and shelves of books until he disappeared from view.

You watched him go, the way he held himself with that slight awkwardness, his long stride taking him quickly out of the library. And as soon as he was gone, you slumped back in your chair, letting out a breath. 

For a fleeting moment, you felt hopeful that you might run into him again, that maybe you’d have another one of those conversations that felt easy and exciting all at once. But then you remembered the stories—the whispers about how Professor Reid often slept with students, how it was no big deal to him, just casual fun. And suddenly, you felt foolish for reading anything more into his friendliness. What if he’d only started talking to you because he was trying to woo you into bed? 

You couldn’t deny that he was attractive—very attractive—but if all he saw in you was another potential fling, then maybe it was better not to get your hopes up. After all, Spencer Reid wasn’t like other guys. He was brilliant, handsome, and, from what you’d heard, had more than his share of admirers. You shook your head, trying to brush away the pang of disappointment and return your focus to your notes.

Still, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t quite shake the image of his warm smile or the sound of his voice. And a part of you—just a small part—hoped that maybe, just maybe, there was more to Spencer Reid than the rumors said.

—

You were rushing, nerves jangling through your body like alarm bells. You were running late—really late—and all you could think about was getting to your exam on time. In your panic, you didn’t see the corner coming, your eyes glued to your watch as you cursed yourself for oversleeping. You rounded the bend with way too much speed, and before you could react, you collided hard into someone else. The force knocked you off balance, sending you sprawling to the ground, your books and papers flying in a wild scatter across the floor.

“Oh my!” came a startled voice. “I am so, so sorry, I was just looking for—oh, hi.”

You winced as you propped yourself up on your elbows, but the moment you looked up, your heart sank and soared all at once. There, standing over you, was none other than Professor Reid. He was staring down at you with wide eyes, his expression a mixture of surprise and concern, and his mouth opened as if he wasn't sure whether to apologize or help you up first.

“Oh my God,” you muttered under your breath, scrambling to get back up, your face flushing hot. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going, I just—”

“No, no, please, don’t apologize,” Spencer said quickly, his voice soft but urgent as he bent down to your level. “That was my fault, I wasn’t paying attention either.” He reached out to help you up, his hands gentle as he grasped your arm and steadied you, making sure you didn’t trip over yourself as you stood. “Are you okay?” he asked, eyes darting over you to make sure you weren’t hurt. “I didn’t, um... hurt you or anything, did I?”

“No, I’m fine, really,” you said, though you could feel your whole body tingling from where he touched you, the warmth of his hand lingering even as he let go. You brushed off your pants, trying to regain any semblance of composure despite the fact that you were now not only late but completely flustered.

Spencer began gathering your scattered books and papers, handing them to you with the same focused attention he gave to everything else. He was quick, efficient, but still careful, making sure to line up the pages neatly before passing them back into your hands. “Here you go,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “You, um... dropped a few things.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, taking the books from him and clutching them to your chest. And then you remembered. “Oh my God, my exam!” You looked at your watch again, the numbers glaring back at you as if taunting your lateness. “I... I have to go, I’m so sorry, Professor Reid, but I really need to—”

“Wait, wait,” Spencer interrupted, a spark of understanding lighting up his eyes. “Is it in the main lecture hall? The big one across campus?”

“Yeah,” you nodded frantically. “I have, like, five minutes to get there or I'm screwed.”

“Then we’d better hurry,” he said, a determined smile breaking across his face. “Come on, I’ll walk with you.” 

“Y-you don’t have to do that, I mean—”

“No, no, it’s okay,” Spencer insisted, already starting to lead the way. “I’m heading that direction anyway.” You both knew that wasn’t true but then, with a quick glance back at you, he added, “Besides, it’s the least I can do after, you know... knocking you over.”

You felt a laugh bubble up in your throat, despite the chaos of the moment. “Okay, thanks,” you said, falling into step beside him. It was a strange, surreal thing—running across campus with Professor Reid at your side, his long legs matching your frantic pace. And even though you were still panicking about being late, there was something oddly comforting about his presence, like the whole situation was slightly less catastrophic just because he was there.

“Don’t worry,” he said between breaths, casting a reassuring glance your way as you both hurried down the path. “You’ll make it. I’ll make sure you get there on time.”

You made it to your exam with barely a minute to spare, heart still racing from sprinting across campus and the whirlwind encounter with Professor Reid. As you settled into your seat, your mind was a jumbled mess of nerves, exhaustion, and the lingering thrill of having Spencer Reid rush beside you, determined to get you there on time. The reality of having bumped into him—literally—and seeing his concerned, handsome face up close again was a distraction you struggled to push away. But as the exam papers were passed out and you took a deep breath, forcing yourself to focus, you felt a small swell of determination rising within you.

It wasn’t just about passing the exam anymore. No, it was about doing well—really well—because a part of you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d run into Professor Reid again. And if you did, and if he asked you how your exam had gone, you wanted to be able to look him in those warm, interested eyes and say, “I crushed it.”

And so you put everything into it. Every formula, every theory, every bit of knowledge you’d crammed into your brain over the past few weeks. The hours passed in a blur of scribbled answers and focused thought, and by the time you handed in your paper, you felt a surge of pride and relief. You knew you’d done your best—maybe even better than your best.

—

The new term had settled into a predictable rhythm for you: classes in the morning, work in the afternoons, and then hours spent in the library for some uninterrupted study time. By the third week, you found a comforting routine in the silence and solitude of your favorite corner, tucked away but not too far from the bustle of the main floor. It was your place to dive into note-taking, to tackle assignments, and to escape from the chaos of student life. And though your schedule was tiring, there was something satisfying about the repetition—class, work, library, sleep, repeat.

It was a Thursday afternoon, and you were in the thick of your study session, textbooks spread across the table, fingers tapping absently against your highlighter as you scanned the pages. You were deep into a chapter on sustainable building design when a shadow fell over your table, and you heard a voice.

“Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?”

You looked up, and immediately, your breath caught in your throat. You didn't need to see his face to know who it was, but the confirmation was still enough to make your heart skip a beat. Professor Reid stood there with that same friendly, slightly awkward smile, his bag slung over his shoulder and a stack of books in his arms.

“Professor Reid,” you greeted with a smile of your own, trying not to let on how quickly your pulse was racing. “Of course, go ahead.”

“Thanks,” he said, his eyes crinkling in that gentle way as he pulled out the chair across from you. He sat down, settling his things on the table with a soft thud, and for a moment, you were both just... there, in the kind of companionable silence that libraries are made for. Spencer pulled out his own work, a notebook and a pile of papers, and began arranging them neatly before him, his fingers tapping thoughtfully against the edge of a binder.

“Preparing for midterms?” he asked after a moment, glancing up at you with a tilt of his head, genuinely interested.

“Yeah,” you sighed, giving a little shrug as you gestured to your scattered materials. “Trying to get ahead, make sure I don’t fall behind. You know how it is.”

“I do,” he laughed softly, his gaze drifting to the open book in front of you. “I’m writing one, actually. One of the joys of being on the other side of the classroom.”

“Wow,” you said, the laughter bubbling up before you could stop it. “That... actually sounds like way more pressure than taking one.”

“It can be,” Spencer admitted, a lighthearted grin playing on his lips. “I always end up overthinking it, trying to make the questions fair but challenging, relevant but not too obscure. It’s like creating a puzzle that someone’s actually going to solve.”

You nodded along, smiling at how earnest he was. “That sounds... kind of like how I feel about taking exams, actually. Trying to solve the puzzle without knowing if you even have all the right pieces.”

Spencer leaned back in his chair, his eyes lighting up as he considered that. “Exactly,” he said, like he’d never thought of it that way before. “It’s a lot like that. But the fun part is watching the different ways people solve it, the different approaches and interpretations. It’s... fascinating, really.”

As he spoke, you couldn’t help but watch him, his hands moving expressively as he talked, the way he was so animated about his work. You’d heard him lecture from afar, but this—this was different. There was something more intimate about being across from him like this, sharing space, sharing thoughts. 

You smiled, leaning forward a bit. “Sounds like you really enjoy it.”

“I do,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost reflective. “It’s nice to be able to help people understand things, to make learning something enjoyable instead of a chore.”

You nodded, and for a while, the two of you sat there, working side by side, an unspoken connection forming over the shared silence and occasional exchanges. And though you were both absorbed in your own work, you knew now that this wouldn’t be the last time you’d find yourselves at the same table, sharing the same quiet space amidst the noise of college life.

Every Thursday for the rest of the term, your routine became intertwined with Spencer’s. You’d meet in your usual spot in the library, setting up your notes and books, and he'd arrive not long after, dropping into the chair across from you like he belonged there. And for hours, you’d sit together—sometimes in comfortable silence, sometimes falling into deep conversations about classes, life, and everything in between. It was almost comical when, after weeks of these meetings, he finally looked up at you, eyes wide with realization, and laughed softly.

“You know,” he said, smiling sheepishly, “I don’t think I ever asked you your name.”

You couldn’t help but laugh too, blurting it out in a rush, and he repeated it back to you like he was savoring the sound of it. And just like that, something clicked into place. He’d ask about your exams, your grades, always genuinely interested in how you were doing. You, in turn, asked about his lectures and the classes he was teaching, and he would share his thoughts on the challenges of balancing students’ needs, all with that passion and depth you had come to expect from him. 

Your friendship blossomed, but it was always contained to those Thursday evenings at the library. It was a boundary neither of you seemed to cross—studying together, talking, connecting, but never making plans outside of the walls of academia. And that was fine, for a time. But as the end of your freshman year loomed closer and summer break approached, the thought of leaving and not seeing Spencer every week weighed on you more than you’d expected.

One Thursday, when you could barely focus on your notes because of it, you found yourself fidgeting, chewing on your pen cap as you tried to summon the courage to speak. Eventually, you couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“Spencer?” you asked, your voice quiet over the hum of the library around you.

“Mhm?” he responded, not looking up from the papers he was reading through but giving a small nod to show he was listening.

You swallowed, nerves bubbling up, but pushed through. “Would you, um, want to come over after exams end? You know, to... say goodbye to the year?”

Spencer paused, his pen freezing mid-note, and he looked up, surprise flashing across his features. He hadn’t expected that, and you could see the wheels turning in his mind as he considered your offer. The idea of spending time together outside the library, beyond your weekly tradition, was both tempting and concerning for him. He’d grown fond of your friendship, of the way you made him laugh and didn’t expect anything from him except a shared space and genuine conversation. But, deep down, a part of him still feared being used like so many others had. 

Yet, there was something earnest in your eyes, something that made him think maybe, just maybe, you really did just want to hang out. To be friends, and nothing more. He let out a small breath, nodding slowly. “Sure,” he said, offering a tentative smile. “What did you have in mind?”

Your cheeks flushed, and you hoped the heat wasn’t too obvious as you scratched the back of your neck, trying to sound more confident than you felt. “Uh, I didn’t plan that far ahead,” you admitted with a nervous laugh. “Maybe... a movie? Just something casual.”

“Casual,” he repeated, almost as if testing the word out, and then his smile widened, a bit of relief and something like excitement brightening his eyes. “Yeah. A movie sounds good.” 

And just like that, you found yourself looking forward to what might be the start of something new—something beyond Thursday study sessions, something more than a quiet routine.

The Friday after final exams, you paced your dorm room, nerves buzzing through you like electricity. You'd barely slept since inviting Spencer over—second-guessing every detail, every word you’d said. But now, as you checked your phone again, you reminded yourself that it was just a movie, just two friends hanging out to say goodbye to the year. Nothing more. You tried to convince yourself that it was normal to be this excited.

And right on time—exactly at 7 p.m.—you heard a knock at your door. Spencer's punctuality didn’t surprise you, but it did send a rush of excitement through your veins. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, before walking over to the door and opening it.

There he stood, dressed in casual jeans and a plain button-up shirt, looking somehow both effortlessly put together and adorably uncertain all at once. His curls were a bit messy, his glasses slightly askew, and he clutched a bag of something in his hands, which he immediately offered up to you with a slightly bashful smile.

“Um, I wasn’t sure if I should bring something, so I, uh, brought snacks?” he said, holding up the bag like it was a peace offering. You could see a mix of candy, chips, and a few other treats inside.

You grinned, stepping aside to let him in. “You didn’t have to bring anything, but thank you—that’s perfect.” You felt a wave of relief wash over you as he stepped into your room, glancing around with curious eyes as he took in the posters on the wall, the books scattered on your desk, the remnants of your rushed packing for summer break.

“Your roommate left already?” he asked, looking over at the other, empty half of the room.

“Yeah, they went home the day after finals,” you said, trying not to sound too relieved about having the room to yourself. “So it’s just us.”

“Just us,” Spencer repeated, the words hanging in the air with a nervous tinge in his voice. He smiled softly and set the bag of snacks on your bed, taking off his shoes and settling in as if he were almost comfortable—almost.

“So,” you began, moving to sit beside him, your nerves starting to subside as you relaxed into the familiar presence of your study partner turned friend. “I thought we could just pick something light to watch, you know? Nothing too serious.”

“Light sounds good,” Spencer nodded, pushing his glasses up his nose, and for a moment, there was that playful glimmer in his eyes—the same one you’d seen during your library sessions, when a joke or comment would catch him off guard. 

You leaned forward to pick up the remote, scrolling through the options until you landed on a few comedies and light-hearted movies. You tossed out a few suggestions, and eventually, the two of you settled on a movie neither of you had seen before—some easygoing, feel-good flick that you knew would make you both laugh and not require too much thinking. You hit play, and as the opening credits rolled, you sank back into the pillows, side by side with Spencer.

There was a comforting quiet between you, a sense of familiarity even in the newness of the situation. And as the movie played and the two of you slowly started sharing the snacks he’d brought, laughing at the jokes on-screen, you felt that same feeling you always did on Thursday nights—the calm certainty that, somehow, this was exactly where you were meant to be.

The movie had been on for about thirty minutes, and both of you were already lost in the silly over-the-top humor. It wasn’t long before the playful energy from the screen found its way into your own conversation, and you couldn’t resist teasing Spencer a little every time he laughed at something you found particularly cheesy.

“Oh, come on,” you grinned, nudging his shoulder with yours. “I can’t believe you’re actually laughing at this. I thought you had... you know, a refined sense of humor.”

Spencer rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Hey, I can appreciate a good joke, okay? Even the dumb ones. It’s called versatility,” he said, giving you a sidelong glance before popping a piece of candy into his mouth.

“Uh-huh,” you said, leaning closer as if you were about to share a secret. “You’re just pretending to like it so you don’t hurt my feelings.”

He chuckled, turning to face you, and you could feel the warmth radiating from him as his knee bumped lightly against yours. “Trust me,” he said, voice low with that familiar teasing lilt, “I’m not pretending. I genuinely think this movie is... absurdly entertaining.”

“Absurdly entertaining, huh?” you said, narrowing your eyes as you leaned in just a little more, close enough to see the golden flecks in his hazel eyes. “I think that’s code for ‘terrible but in a fun way.’”

“Okay, maybe it is a little terrible,” he admitted, laughing openly now. “But in the best way.”

The lightness in his voice, the ease with which you bantered—it felt effortless. And then, suddenly, there was a shift. His laughter trailed off as he looked at you, his gaze lingering just a beat longer than usual. Your faces were so close, your knees brushing, your shoulders almost touching, and you noticed the way he was looking at you—like he was trying to decide something.

Spencer’s mind was a whirlpool of conflicting thoughts. He wanted to flirt, to let the playful banter turn into something more, but a voice in his head reminded him of past experiences—where interest in him was just a prelude to sex, a quick thrill before moving on. He didn’t want that with you. You were different—kind, genuine, and he didn’t want to ruin whatever you had by crossing a line.

And ever since meeting you, Spencer hadn’t slept with anyone. Your study sessions, conversations, and simple presence filled a void in him; being around you was all the release he needed. Now, sitting beside you, he just wanted to keep this intact, afraid that taking a step further might shatter what he cherished so much.

Little did Spencer know, your own thoughts were tangled with doubt. You'd been excited for this night ever since he said yes, but now, sitting so close to him, you wondered if he'd only come over for the same reason he might have gone to others in the past: sex.

The whispers around campus about Professor Reid’s quick, casual flings were hard to ignore. Reconciling that with the sweet, earnest man beside you felt impossible, but still, the thought gnawed at you. What if, to him, you were just another fleeting encounter before summer ended?

You wanted to believe that your Thursday study sessions meant more than a prelude to something casual, but the worry hung there, making your hand pause before reaching for the snacks. What if you were misreading everything? And if this was just casual to him, could you handle it, or would you rather preserve what you had now?

You glanced at Spencer, who was focused on the movie but stealing nervous glances your way. It was clear he was treading carefully, and you could feel the irony—both of you caught on the edge, too afraid to find out what the other truly wanted.

When the movie ended, the credits rolling silently on the screen, neither of you moved to turn it off or get up. There was an unspoken tension in the room, a pull that made it hard for either of you to suggest that this night should end. 

“Do you want to watch another movie?” you blurted out just as Spencer said, “I really like hanging out with you.” 

You both paused, your words colliding mid-air, and then burst into laughter. It was awkward, sure, but it was the kind of awkward that felt endearing, pulling you closer instead of apart. The kind that made you grateful for the comfortable silence that followed, where you both sat smiling like fools.

“Another movie sounds great,” he said, the grin on his face not fading, and you nodded in agreement. You both took a break—stretching, refreshing snacks, and using the restroom. When you returned to your dorm room, you found Spencer sitting more toward the middle of your bed, and when you slid in next to him, your bodies ended up pressed tightly together, the heat of his side warming yours through your clothes. You were hyper-aware of every place where you touched, but neither of you pulled away.

“Your turn to pick,” you said softly, handing him the laptop.

Spencer flipped through the options with focused eyes, and finally, he settled on a film—a foreign romance, its title scrolling across the screen in delicate script. You raised an eyebrow, curious but also a little lost. “Spencer,” you said, trying not to sound too nervous, “I, uh, don’t speak French.”

His eyes met yours, and this time, the way he looked at you was different—more intense, like he was seeing something in you that hadn’t been spoken aloud. It sent a shiver down your spine. “That’s okay,” he murmured, his voice low and almost intimate. “I can whisper translate for you... if you don’t mind.”

The idea of Spencer leaning in close, his voice softly whispering translations in your ear as romantic lines played out on the screen, made your heart race in a way you couldn't control. You could practically feel his breath on your neck already, the warmth of his words settling into your skin. 

“Okay,” you agreed, your voice barely above a whisper, the word catching on your lips as you tried to keep your composure. 

You pressed play, and as the opening scene unfolded, you found yourself sinking deeper into the bed, Spencer’s body comfortably close to yours, and your heart pounding in anticipation of every word he would breathe into the small space between you.

The movie’s soft music and dreamy cinematography made it easy to get lost in its world, but it was Spencer’s voice—low, rich, and soothing—that anchored you. He leaned in, and his breath brushed against your skin as he whispered the translation, his tone low and almost reverent.

“Élise tells her...” he began, his voice wrapping around you like a warm blanket, “‘When I'm near you... everything disappears. The whole world, the sounds, time... there's only you and me.’”

The words hung in the air, and your senses were drawn to the way his lips moved against you as he concentrated on the words. You couldn't help but feel mesmerized by the way he brought the romance to life, the intensity in his whisper making your skin tingle with every syllable. 

“Juliet replies...” he continued, not yet noticing how your attention was fully on him now. “‘You are the reason I breathe, Élise. Every beat of my heart... it whispers your name. If I could, I would spend every second of my life looking at you.’”

And that’s exactly what you did now—look at him. His eyes were still on the screen, but there was something in his expression that felt vulnerable, open, as if he wasn’t just translating lines, but baring something deeper, something unspoken between you. You couldn’t resist leaning in just a little closer, every inch of your body hyper-aware of the closeness between you.

“‘Then look at me... and never let me go,’” he whispered, and when he finally turned to meet your gaze, the intensity in his eyes nearly took your breath away. His voice was softer, more intimate, as if he was no longer speaking for the movie characters but for the two of you alone. “‘Because without you, I'm lost. You are my everything.’”

Your heart raced, pounding in your chest as you stared at each other, your faces so close now that you could see the flecks of gold in his hazel eyes, the way his breath came out just a bit more quickly. Spencer’s eyes searched yours, and you could see the hesitation in them, the question he didn’t dare ask.

“‘I promise you... never, ever will I let you go,’” he whispered, his voice barely audible, his lips only a breath away. “‘Because I love you... more than anything in the world.’”

Neither of you moved, frozen in that charged space between a word and a touch, every part of you yearning to close the gap as the rest of the world fell away.

The words hung in the air, your shared gaze brimming with something unspoken and heavy. And then, as if on cue, both of you turned your eyes back to the screen, where Élise and Juliet leaned in, their faces close, the tension snapping as they fell into a deep, passionate kiss. The soft sounds of the movie filled the silence between you.

“Do you want me to translate that?” Spencer asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his breath warm on your cheek. The words were teasing but tentative, laced with a hope that sent a shiver down your spine.

But before he could say anything more, before you could second-guess the pounding of your heart, you closed the space between you. Your lips met his in a sudden, breathless kiss that left no room for doubt or hesitation. The taste of him, soft and warm, was everything you had imagined it would be. You felt Spencer’s sharp inhale, the surprise in his body, but then he melted into you, his mouth moving against yours like it was something he'd been waiting for all along. 

His hand came up to cup your cheek, gentle but sure, pulling you closer, and the world disappeared—just like Élise had whispered—leaving only you and him in the electrifying moment of finally letting go.

Deep down, both of you felt that nagging worry—was this just a fleeting moment, a one-time thing? But as your lips moved together, those thoughts slipped away, overwhelmed by the heat of the moment, the desperation in every kiss and touch. Spencer laid you back gently, his hands trembling slightly as he held you, his eyes searching yours for any sign that you wanted to stop. But there was only desire and your verbal confirmation, and so he continued, showing you the skills he’d learned over the past year.

And when the clothes were shed and the vulnerability became all-consuming, you allowed him to take your virginity, holding back that delicate truth out of embarrassment over your own inexperience. You didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want to add more pressure to a moment already so fragile and important to you both. Spencer, in turn, treated you with a reverence that spoke to his genuine care, his every touch slow and deliberate, like he was savoring each second. 

It was the most passionate, mind-blowing experience Spencer had ever had. Every gasp, every whispered name, every shared look made it clear why—it was you, and it felt like something more than just sex, something deeper, like he was baring his soul alongside his body. When it was over, the two of you lay tangled together, hearts still racing, bodies wrapped around each other like you could hold the moment in place forever. And in that perfect silence, Spencer’s arms became a haven, and you drifted off to sleep, feeling safe, happy, and loved.

But morning came like a cold shock. You reached out across the bed, seeking his warmth, and found only emptiness. The sheets were cool, and Spencer was gone—no note, no sign of him ever having been there. The joy, the love, the comfort you’d fallen asleep to vanished with the sunrise, leaving behind an aching emptiness and the haunting fear that maybe all your doubts were true.

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Summer came and went, and though the days were warm and filled with distractions, nothing eased the emptiness Spencer left behind. The pain of waking up to find him gone never faded, and as you returned to campus for your sophomore year, the ache of his absence settled in deeper, an open wound that wouldn’t heal.

You looked for him—hoping to see that familiar face in the library, in a lecture hall, anywhere on campus—but every search ended in disappointment. It was like he’d vanished, leaving not a trace behind. Over the next three years, you went through the motions, diving into your studies and trying to let go of what happened, but the memory of him never left, haunting every quiet moment and making you wonder what you'd done wrong.

The truth was clear to you now: Spencer had used you, filling some void in himself for one night, and then disappearing, leaving a much larger void in your own heart.

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[amyzworldds]

heyy idk if requests are open but if they are can i request a wonwoo x reader where reader is super extroverted and hyper and kinda « adopts » wonwoo cause she wants them to be friends, but wonwoo being shy it takes him a while to be more open with her

i was just thinking about like maybe just some scenarios showing how the friendship (and eventual) relationship between them grows

btw can i be 🪼 anon? :)

Title: From Classmates to Soulmates

Masterlist | Part 2

Y/N, a vibrant solo artist, and Wonwoo, the reserved Seventeen member, share a bond that blossoms from high school friendship into something deeper. Her chaotic energy clashes with his quiet nature, but their connection—full of teasing, cat photos, and unspoken sparks—grows through years of laughter and challenges, proving opposites can be inseparable. Pairing: Wonwoo x reader Genre: Fluff

The fluorescent lights of Class 2-B flickered slightly, casting a soft glow over rows of desks. It was 2012, and Y/N, a new transfer student, plopped down into the only empty seat in the classroom—right next to Jeon Wonwoo, a lanky boy with glasses who was trying very hard to disappear into his textbook. She was a whirlwind of energy, her backpack covered in colorful pins, her hair tied with a bright scrunchie. He was... well, the human equivalent of a library’s quiet section.

“Hi! I’m Y/N! You’re my seatmate, right? Oh my gosh, this school is so big, I got lost twice already. Did you know the cafeteria has, like, three kinds of kimchi? Three!”

Wonwoo blinked, his pencil frozen mid-sentence. He glanced at her, then back at his book, hoping silence would make her stop. It didn’t.

“What’s your name? Wait, lemme guess... Minho? No, too common. Seokjin? Nah, you don’t look like a Seokjin. Oh! Are you a Wonwoo? That’s such a cool name!”

He sighed, adjusting his glasses. “...It’s Wonwoo.”

“I KNEW IT!” Y/N clapped, earning a few curious glances from classmates. “We’re gonna be best friends, Wonwoo. I can feel it. Do you like cats? Dogs? Both? I have a goldfish named Bubbles, but I’m thinking of getting a hamster. What do you think?”

“I think you should stop talking before we get in trouble,” he muttered, flipping a page he hadn’t read.

Too late. Their homeroom teacher, Mrs. Kim, spun around from the chalkboard. “Y/N! Wonwoo! If you two have so much to discuss, you can do it while cleaning the classroom after school!”

Wonwoo’s jaw tightened as he shot Y/N a side-eye. She just grinned sheepishly. “Oops. Sorry, Wonwoo. I’ll make it up to you! I’ll bring snacks!”

He didn’t respond, but his ears were slightly pink. Great. Day one, and I’m already in trouble because of her.

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Over the next few weeks, Y/N became Wonwoo’s personal tornado. She talked during class, doodled on the edges of his notes (he pretended to hate the little hearts and stars), and dragged him into her chaotic orbit. He was quiet, reserved, the kid who’d rather read manga in the corner than join a group. She was the opposite—a social butterfly who befriended everyone from the janitor to the school’s stray cat (which she named Captain Whiskers).

One rainy afternoon, they were stuck cleaning the classroom again—third time that month, thanks to Y/N’s chatter. Wonwoo was wiping down desks while Y/N balanced a broom like a tightrope walker.

“Wonwoo, look! I’m a circus star!” She wobbled, nearly knocking over a chair.

He caught it just in time, glaring. “Can you focus for five seconds? I’d like to go home before we’re seniors.”

“Pfft, you’re no fun.” She hopped down, twirling the broom. “But you secretly love this. Admit it. I make your boring life exciting.”

“You make my life a headache,” he deadpanned, but there was a tiny quirk to his lips. She noticed and gasped dramatically.

“Was that a smile? Jeon Wonwoo, are you warming up to me?”

“No.” He turned away, scrubbing a desk harder than necessary.

But she was right. Slowly, Wonwoo got used to her. She’d ramble about her trainee life at Pledis, her dreams of being a solo artist, her obsession with bubble tea. He’d listen, nodding or throwing in a dry comment that made her laugh. They were opposites—her loud chaos to his quiet calm—but somehow, it worked.

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One day, during lunch, Y/N spotted Captain Whiskers outside the school gate, looking scruffier than usual. Her eyes welled up instantly.

“Wonwoo, look at him! He’s so skinny! We have to take him home!” She clutched his sleeve, tears streaming.

He froze, her hands gripping his arm like a koala. “Y/N, you can’t just adopt every stray you see. Your dorm will turn into a petting zoo.”

“But he’s lonely!” she wailed, burying her face in his shoulder. “What if he gets cold tonight? What if he’s hungry? Wonwoo, I can’t leave him!”

He sighed, patting her head awkwardly. “Stop crying. You’re getting my shirt wet.”

“You’re so mean,” she mumbled, voice muffled. “But you’ll help me, right? Pleeeease?”

He glanced at the scrawny cat, then back at her tear-streaked face. “Fine. But we’re not keeping him. We’ll find him a shelter.”

“You’re the best!” She hugged him tightly, and he stood there like a statue, cheeks flushing. “I’m naming him Wonwoo Junior!”

“Absolutely not.”

They spent the afternoon sneaking Captain Whiskers into the trainee dorms, only for Y/N to cry again when they handed him to a shelter. Wonwoo bought her ice cream to stop the waterworks, muttering about how she was “impossible.” She just grinned, linking her arm with his.

“You love me, admit it.”

“Keep dreaming.”

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By their final year of high school, they were inseparable. Y/N was still a chatterbox, but Wonwoo didn’t mind as much. He’d even started talking more—well, for him. When Seventeen debuted in 2015, Y/N was their biggest cheerleader, sneaking into their practice room with snacks and hyping them up. Wonwoo pretended to be annoyed, but he always saved her a spot next to him.

“You’re gonna be famous, Wonwoo! I’m telling everyone I’m your best friend,” she’d say, stealing his water bottle.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” he’d reply, but he’d let her keep the bottle.

When Y/N debuted as a solo artist in 2017, Wonwoo was there, quietly cheering from the crowd. She spotted him and nearly tripped on stage, waving like a maniac. Backstage, she tackled him in a hug.

“You came! I knew you would! Did you see my high note? Was I cool?”

“You were loud,” he teased, but his eyes were soft. “You did good.”

“That’s high praise from Jeon Wonwoo!” She poked his cheek. “One day, I’m gonna write a song about you.”

“Please don’t.”

She laughed, and he couldn’t help but smile. Somewhere along the way, her chaos had become his comfort. Her clinginess didn’t bother him anymore—it felt... nice. And when she grabbed his hand to drag him to her favorite café, he didn’t pull away.

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Wonwoo, now a full-fledged idol, was busier than ever, his introverted self buried under choreography and mic checks. But no amount of chaos could keep Y/N away.

The practice room smelled of sweat and determination, mirrors fogging up as Seventeen ran through their routine for the tenth time. Y/N sat cross-legged on the floor, her backpack stuffed with snacks, watching with wide eyes. She clapped wildly after every run-through, even when the members stumbled.

“You guys are AMAZING!” she shouted, bouncing to her feet as the music stopped. “Hoshi, that spin? Iconic. Seungkwan, your vocals? I’m deceased. And Wonwoo, you’re... you’re just so cool!”

Wonwoo, catching his breath, shot her a look—half-exasperated, half-amused. “Can you lower your volume? I’m trying to focus.”

“Focus? You just nailed that part! Take the compliment, Jeon!” She skipped over, holding out a water bottle and a small towel like she was his personal assistant.

Mingyu, wiping his face, smirked. “Y/N, what’s this? Are you Wonwoo’s babysitter now?”

“Or his manager?” DK chimed in, grinning. “You’ve been here every day this week.”

Y/N stuck out her tongue. “I’m his cheerleader, thank you very much. Someone’s gotta keep his grumpy self hydrated.”

Wonwoo took the bottle, muttering, “I can get my own water.” But he didn’t push the towel away when she dabbed at his forehead, earning a chorus of “ooohs” from the members.

“Y/N, you’re spoiling him,” Vernon teased, leaning on Seungcheol’s shoulder. “He’s gonna expect this treatment forever.”

“Good!” she declared, plopping down beside Wonwoo. “He deserves it. Right, Wonwoo?”

He just sighed, sipping his water, but his ears were pink—a detail not lost on Jeonghan, who whispered to Joshua, “Ten bucks says they’re dating by next year.”

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Y/N’s visits became a ritual. She’d barge into the practice room with convenience store kimbap or sneak in bubble tea, chattering nonstop while Wonwoo listened (or pretended not to). Sometimes, she’d join their breaks, challenging Hoshi to impromptu dance-offs or roping Seungkwan into karaoke battles. Her chaos lit up the room, and even Wonwoo’s quiet presence seemed brighter with her around.

One evening, after a particularly grueling practice, the members sprawled across the floor, exhausted. Y/N, somehow still buzzing with energy, started a game of truth or dare. When it was her turn, she picked dare and ended up doing a dramatic reenactment of Mingyu’s part in Adore U, complete with exaggerated winks.

The room erupted in laughter, but Wonwoo just watched, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Man, Y/N, you’re so loud,” Woozi said, rubbing his temples. “How does Wonwoo deal with you? You’re like... a human firecracker, and he’s—”

“A library book?” Seungcheol offered, smirking.

“Exactly!” Woozi laughed. “Seriously, Wonwoo, how’d you two even become friends?”

Wonwoo shrugged, picking at a loose thread on his sleeve. “She talked. I didn’t have a choice.”

“Rude!” Y/N gasped, tossing a crumpled napkin at him. “You love my talking. Remember when I saved you from that boring history project? I did all the presenting!”

“You got us a C because you kept going off-script,” he deadpanned.

“But it was fun, right?” She grinned, nudging his shoulder. He didn’t answer, but his smile said enough.

The members exchanged glances. Dino whispered to Vernon, “Are they... always like this?”

“Yup,” Vernon whispered back. “It’s like watching a rom-com, but they’re too dumb to notice.”

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Fast forward to 2017. Y/N’s solo debut was finally here, her single Starlight climbing the charts. The room was a flurry of stylists and nerves, but Y/N was her usual self—chatting with everyone, fixing her mic pack, and sneaking candy from the snack table. In the crowd, Wonwoo stood near the back, blending in with a cap pulled low. He didn’t cheer like her loudest fans, but his eyes never left the stage.

When she hit her final note, the venue roared. Y/N scanned the crowd, spotted him, and nearly fumbled her wave, grinning like an idiot. Backstage, she tackled him in a hug before he could escape.

“You came! I knew you would!” she squealed, arms locked around him. “Did you hear the crowd? Did I slay that high note?”

“You were loud,” he said, but his voice was soft, proud. “You did good.”

“Good? That’s it?” She poked his chest. “Jeon Wonwoo, I need excellent. Phenomenal. I’m a star now!”

“You’re a headache,” he corrected, but he didn’t pull away, letting her cling as long as she wanted.

Fans had noticed their closeness over the years—clips of Y/N at Seventeen’s events, Wonwoo at her debut, their playful banter in old vlogs. Online, they were “the ultimate besties,” with fans gushing over their friendship. But to those who knew them, it was... different.

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Later that night, at a small celebratory dinner with Seventeen and Y/N’s team, the teasing hit full force. Y/N was recounting her stage mishap—nearly tripping on a cable—when Mingyu leaned over.

“Wonwoo, be honest,” he said, smirking. “You were ready to run onstage and catch her, weren’t you?”

Wonwoo choked on his soda. “What? No.”

“Liar!” DK laughed. “You were staring at her like she hung the moon.”

Y/N, mid-bite of tteokbokki, waved it off. “He’s just supportive! That’s what friends do, right, Wonwoo?”

“Right,” he mumbled, eyes on his plate. But his hand brushed hers under the table when he passed her a napkin, and she didn’t move away. Neither did he.

Jeonghan, ever the instigator, leaned back. “Friends, huh? You two act like you’re married half the time. When’s the wedding?”

The table erupted, and Y/N laughed, loud and forced. “Pfft, me and Wonwoo? That’s like pairing a cat with a tornado!”

“You’re not wrong,” Wonwoo said dryly, earning a playful smack on his arm.

But later, when they walked to the convenience store for ice cream, the air felt heavier. Y/N rambled about her next single, but her usual energy was tinged with something else. Wonwoo was quieter than usual, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Hey, Wonwoo,” she said suddenly, stopping under a streetlight. “We’re good, right? Like... this—” She gestured between them. “It’s fine?”

He looked at her, heart thudding. The spark had been there for years—her hugs that lingered, his glances she pretended not to notice. But saying it out loud? That risked everything.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “We’re good.”

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Cool. Besties forever, then.”

“Forever,” he echoed, ignoring the ache in his chest. They bought their ice cream, and she linked arms with him on the walk back, chattering again. He listened, like always, because her chaos was still his favorite sound—even if he wasn’t ready to admit what else he felt.

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Years have passedpast and the spark between Y/N and Wonwoo wasn’t just a flicker anymore—it was a flame neither could ignore. For Y/N, it was the way her heart raced when he smiled at her dumb jokes, or how she caught herself staring when he adjusted his glasses during late-night chats. For Wonwoo, it was the warmth of her presence, the way her chaos made his world feel... complete. But admitting it? That was a wall neither dared climb.

Y/N, ever the overthinker, convinced herself it was just their history talking. We’ve been friends since high school. Of course I feel weirdly attached. It’s not... that. She’d lie awake, replaying moments—her tackling him in hugs, him brushing hair from her face during her debut jitters. It’s normal. Totally normal. But the more she thought about it, the more she panicked. What if she confessed and he didn’t feel the same? What if it broke them? Wonwoo was her safe space, the one person she could be her loud, clingy, unfiltered self with. Losing him wasn’t an option.

So, she did the only thing she could think of: she pulled back.

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It started small. No more facetime calls at 2 am to ramble about her day. No more spamming him with photos of stray cats or glittery coffee drinks she found on the street. No more bursting into Seventeen’s practice room with snacks and her trademark grin. When she did visit, she kept it brief, chatting with everyone instead of hovering around Wonwoo like before.

One afternoon, in the Pledis practice room, Y/N dropped by with a bag of tangerines—her excuse for showing up. Seventeen was mid-break, sprawled across the floor, sweaty and joking.

“Y/N! You’re alive!” Hoshi called, snatching a tangerine. “We thought you forgot us.”

“Pfft, never,” she laughed, tossing one to Seungkwan. “Just been busy. Soloist life, you know?”

Wonwoo, leaning against the mirror, watched her. She was her usual bright self, but something was off. She hadn’t looked at him once. No towel, no water bottle, no teasing jab about his dance moves. Just... distance.

“You staying for practice?” Mingyu asked, peeling his tangerine.

“Nah, gotta run,” she said, already inching toward the door. “Got a variety show taping soon. See you guys later!”

She waved, and just like that, she was gone. Wonwoo stared at the door, his chest tight. Seungcheol nudged Jeonghan, whispering, “She didn’t even talk to him.”“Yup,” Jeonghan murmured back. “Trouble in paradise.”

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Y/N’s new distraction was a variety show, Star Buddies, where idols teamed up for goofy challenges. She’d been cast alongside NCT’s Jaehyun, a guy with a warm smile and an easy laugh. He was kind, talented, and stupidly charming—someone anyone would click with. They bonded over shared snacks and her endless chatter, and soon, they were texting about dog memes and grabbing coffee between shoots.

“Jaehyun, look at this puppy!” Y/N squealed one day, showing him her phone during a break. “Should I adopt him?”

“You’d adopt the whole shelter if you could,” Jaehyun teased, chuckling. “But yeah, he’s cute. Go for it.”

She grinned, but her mind wandered to Wonwoo—how he’d roll his eyes and mutter about her turning her dorm into a zoo. She shook it off, typing a reply to Jaehyun instead. He’s nice. Fun. Safe. No butterflies, no panic. Just... normal.

But Wonwoo? He noticed everything. Her Instagram stories with Jaehyun—laughing over ice cream, posing with silly props on set. Her texts slowed to a trickle, her visits even rarer. He’d scroll through her posts, jaw tight, telling himself it was fine. She’s busy. She’s allowed to have other friends. But the sight of Jaehyun’s name in her stories twisted something in his gut.

One night, during a late dinner with the members, Mingyu brought it up. “Yo, Wonwoo, you seen Y/N’s stories? She’s hanging out with that NCT guy a lot. Jaehyun, right?”

Wonwoo’s chopsticks paused mid-air. “Yeah. So?”

“Just saying,” Mingyu grinned, oblivious to the tension. “They look cozy.”

“They’re on a show together,” Wonwoo said flatly, shoving rice in his mouth. “It’s work.”

DK raised an eyebrow. “Sure, but she’s not blowing up your phone anymore, is she? When’s the last time she crashed practice?”

Wonwoo didn’t answer, and the table went quiet. Woozi, ever blunt, sighed. “You two are idiots. Just talk to her before she actually moves on.”“There’s nothing to talk about,” Wonwoo muttered, but his voice lacked conviction.

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Y/N wasn’t blind. She felt the shift too—how Wonwoo’s replies were shorter, how he didn’t tease her back like he used to. It hurt, but she told herself it was for the best. If I keep my distance, these feelings will fade. We’ll go back to normal. But normal without Wonwoo felt like a song missing its melody.

One evening, after a Star Buddies taping, she and Jaehyun grabbed dinner at a quiet café. He was telling a story about Taeyong’s latest cooking disaster, and she laughed, but her heart wasn’t in it.

“You okay?” Jaehyun asked, tilting his head. “You seem... distracted.”

“Oh, nah, I’m good!” she lied, stirring her iced tea. “Just tired. Long day.”

He nodded, not pushing. “Well, if you ever need to talk, I’m here. You’re fun to hang out with, Y/N.”

“Thanks, Jaehyun. You’re pretty cool too.” She smiled, but her mind screamed Wonwoo. Always Wonwoo.

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Meanwhile, Seventeen’s dorm was abuzz with their latest comeback prep, but the members couldn’t ignore Wonwoo’s mood. He was quieter than usual—no small feat for him. During a break, Vernon caught him staring at his phone, Y/N’s latest story paused on a clip of her and Jaehyun high-fiving.

“Dude, just call her,” Vernon said, tossing him a water bottle. “You’re miserable.”

“I’m fine,” Wonwoo said, pocketing his phone.

“You’re not,” Seungkwan cut in, arms crossed. “And neither is she. We’ve known you guys forever. You think we can’t tell you’re both acting weird?”

Wonwoo sighed, running a hand through his hair. “What am I supposed to do? Stop her from living her life? She’s... she’s Y/N. She makes friends with everyone.”

“Yeah, but she’s not this with everyone,” Jeonghan said, leaning over. “She’s only ever been that clingy, that loud, that Y/N with you. And now she’s pulling away. You really think it’s because she’s over you?”

Wonwoo didn’t answer, but Jeonghan’s words stuck. He saw it—her forced smiles when she did visit, the way she avoided his gaze. He felt it—the emptiness where her chaos used to be. And Jaehyun? That was just salt in the wound.

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A week later, Y/N was at a pet store, snapping a pic of a fluffy puppy to send to Jaehyun. Her finger hovered over Wonwoo’s name instead. She missed him—his dry humor, his steady presence, the way he’d roll his eyes but still listen to her ramble. This is dumb. I’m making it worse. She pocketed her phone, heart heavy.

Across town, Wonwoo sat in the studio, lyrics open but untouched. His phone buzzed—a group chat notification, not her. He opened their old messages, scrolling through her silly cat pics and voice notes. She’s slipping away, and I’m just... letting her.

“Hyung,” Dino said, poking his head in. “You good? You’ve been staring at that screen for, like, an hour.”

“Yeah,” Wonwoo lied, closing his phone. “Just thinking.”

But he wasn’t just thinking. He was realizing that losing her noise—her light—hurt more than admitting how he felt ever could.

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an: Hi, 🪼anon ! Sorry this is late—I got busy with my integration paper, hehe. And sure, you can be 🪼 anon hehe! Also, I hope I got your request right, huhu. Btw, thank you for requesting! I think this is the very first request not connected to the 14th member HAHAHHA!

[thereweredragonshere]

what headcanons do you have for the riders in a modern au?

Sorry if some of these are a little basic lmao I don't think about modern aus all that much.

They all live in Britain. Sue me. I want some dragons over this side of the atlantic.

Hiccup -

Does digital art

Plays minecraft religiously and can do red stone better than he can do maths

has failed exams due to his pretty much illegible hand writing despite answers being mostly correct

Listens to exclusively 80s/90s music

Lives in a flat above a pub that his dad owns called 'Berk' aka 'Berk's bar' (Which is a whole au that i have and is where i got the name for my discord server from lmao. But these headcanons aren't all specifically from that au. Just general ones.)

Gets bullied quite bad at school. He's taken days off because of it before.

Class presentations are his worst nightmare. Can never get his words out during them and gets very freaked out.

Astrid -

Plays Rugby, Football, does boxing, really name any contact sport and she's probably tried it at some point. Her favourite lesson is P.E. (Physical education/gym class) and she will riot if it gets cancelled for some reason.

'Difficult' student. She struggles with anger management and schools are shit at helping kids with that, so she gets labelled as a problem child cuz she always chats back and gets sent out of classrooms.

Despite being a 'problem' child, she still gets all the shit that needs doing done.

Never shows up to school assemblies. She usually just goes and finds a staircase to sit on.

Divorced parents. She bounces between houses quite a lot.

Spends most of her free time at the gym. Buffstrid canon in modern times too people!!

Snotlout -

Got massively bullied in year 7 and like half way through year 8 he switched the fuck up and became a fucking menace. Bro was NOT playing.

Rides horses. Hookfang is a horse.

Is lowkey fucking amazing at maths but he's scared to put effort into it cuz he thinks he'll get made fun of.

When him and Astrid become friends they actually bond over being the 'problem' kids. Though Astrid is a bit more than Snotlout.

Constantly in corner shops. He loves buying overpriced american sweets.

Fishlegs -

Actually very rarely gets bullied cuz no one knows who the fuck he is (Until the gang all become friends, then people DEFINIATELY know who they all are.)

Loves the three sciences. Even physics. He actively enjoys doing physics.

Kinda not really a teacher's pet. He won't tell on you but he certainly won't partake in whatever it is you're doing on your phone in the middle of a very important english lesson.

Loves shakepeare.

Him and Snotlout (When the gang all become friends) set up one of those stupid cliche 'pay me and I'll do your homework' things in the boys toilets at school. Snotlout did the discreate advertising and Fishlegs did the homework. They split profits 50/50 and they both found it so funny that it actually worked. And then they got busted by the head teacher and that's the first time fishlegs ever got detention.

Ruffnut -

Local school fact file. She can tell you every single detail about the place. Wanna know when that one piece of gum you just accidentally touched was stuck to the table? She'll fucking know.

Giver her £10 and she will eat literally anything.

Actually CAN'T get bullied cuz she just doesn't give a fuck

Very good at english/languages

Has never done homework a day in her life. Never will.

Brings random live animals into school every now and again. Much to the genuine delight of Hiccup.

Drives her parents' car somewhat regularly, despite not being old enough and not having a licence.

Tuffnut -

Can tell you the translation of ANY word into French. This guy is a MACHINE in French lessons.

brings full sized nerf water guns into school.

Chicken is canon. Ruff and Tuff share their bedroom with Chicken.

Never ever sits normally. Always swinging on his chair or sitting cross legged.

Chronic beanie wearer

[fluff-n-cookies]

Hello :)

Could you please do and platonic Aizawa x daughter reader?

His daughter is in her teen years so she is being like really rebel and all that so they fought a lot, but one day she just breaksdown during one fight and starts crying and apologizing for being a shitty daughter?

I have been avoiding this for so long, and it's all because I have no idea how aizawa would handle something like this. because it goes against everything that Aizawa would try and teach his kid so this may be a little forcefully written, apologies.

TW : unhealthy parenting, mental illness, some suicidal thoughts, probably angsty shit, I dunno, read at your own risk.

We can start this by walking through how this may start in the first place. I think the best place to start is that reader's mom left her and Aizawa when she was very young, and Aizawa, assuming here he didn't understand how to properly tell her why her mother left her, never tells her why.

Now reader is very young so she might blame one of two things.

herself

her father

While both instances would technically work, I think the more favorable option is she blames herself since a young child would probably never blame an adult they look up to and hold dear as the problem.

Up to this point her father has been really kind to her so the only other variable is her, this spirals into social anxiety, low self esteem, and depression. all of which don't help when you have an absent mother and a neglectful father who is both a teacher and a full time hero, which leaves little to no room for children.

(this is also why I think it isn't realistic for Aizawa to keep Eri or a child without another non-hero caretaker. Fight me, I dare you.)

As time goes on, and this child becomes a teenager, she might not know how to properly express her feeling and after being misguided by factors like the internet, other adults, and "friends" she might take out the feeling of being abandoned on her closest caretaker and another source of her problems; Aizawa.

if you purposely yell at him or start arguments it's not going to be very fun because Aizawa has this complex where if his students or other heros represent incompetence or arrogance he expels them or ignores him rather than explaining it to them and helping them improve, this is especially with students.

and since he lacks a true connection with you as his daughter mainly because of his job(s) and past with Oboro which he is still trying to heal from keeping him from bonding with you, he'll treat you as a student like the rest of the teenagers he knows. and even then, you may actually be treated worse than his students because while he interacts with them daily, he interacts with maybe 1 hour every other day.

so from all that he simply ignores you, just stops interacting with you entirely, he's too tired for your bullshit. this action makes the wedge between you two even worse.

if you keep persisting though he will yell back but it's often really short and really loud. something like "SHUT UP" a cold "I don't care." before slamming the door in your face. He knows it's probably not right to do that to your daughter but let's face it. you're just this annoying teenager he legally has to live with if he doesn't want to lose his hero and teaching license.

this is where things actually get very interesting, because let's assume he stops approaching you entirely, you just live in the same house nothing more than that, and while you may act like you hate your father for ruining your family and neglecting you all your life on the outside, remember, you're still that little kid in second grade that blames yourself for your mother leaving and your father not caring for you.

so let's say you realize this and go back to blaming yourself for everything like you did when you where a kid but since your father stopped talking to you entirely explaining your faults to him maybe difficult.

this where my personal experiences come in, I've actually had this happen to me in my own life, and I truely hope that you'll enjoy it. thank you.

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why is it that the voices are the loudest in the dead of night?

the moon is gone, the birds are silent, there isn't a single light that shines on your tear streaked face, puffly, swollen, sad, just sad.

years of confusion, neglect, a lack of love in it's purest form.

all because of you.

it's all because of you.

it's sings so prettily, like it's a church choir spreading the word of the lord like it's common knowledge.

it's common knowledge that you are a terrible person!

it cackles.

the urge to strangle yourself to finally feel some relief has never been stronger.

lie awake in the dead of night, in pitch darkness, a proper scenery to match ones broken and cracked soul, be careful, you might hurt yourself, again.

however, one cannot weep in their wallows forever.

the night has to make way for the morning sun.

and a relaxed self pity has to make way to dread.

dread.

dread of him, he who you blame for everything, everything you know is your fault.

it's all your fault.

a click at the door,

the creak of the old wood and the hinges never oiled.

mild thumping footsteps that wander around the apartment that can barely hold your overflowing buckets of tears.

you can mumble out all your pleas.

pleas that this is all a terrible nightmare and your real life is actually one with a kind and loving mother and a supportive and encouraging father.

mumble out the little lies that you made up all these years to make yourself feel worse and other better.

"it's pointless to keep trying."

"I wish I wasn't here."

"why can't I just be happy?"

"it's all my fault,

it's all my fault,

it's all my fault."

the thin walls don't do those in mourning justice though.

for the wind is calm, the branches don't dare to move, the owls, the bats, the sleeping heros in training downstairs don't make a peep.

for the only ones alive, awake, aware, is a man beaten down and broken by society serving as it's protector, ignoring the one in most need of protection all this time. With him is a girl. a girl that's scared, scared of her mirror image that haunts her, a girl who's cried an ocean, screamed a thousand wails of pain, a girl lost in her own heart,

"No wonder no one loves you."

you lie again.

but keen ears trained from years of work with villains hears you, for the first time, he hears you.

not the rebellious teen he's seen yell out strings of pure hatred and fiery insults like he's her own worst enemy.

it's the girl who he saw waiting on the steps to their apartment all those years ago. waiting for her mama to come back home with the promise of cupcakes.

it's the girl who never smiled for the remainder of elementary school.

it's the girl who's heart withered way that autumn evening.

he heard the softest little voice in the dead of night. he heard his daughter cry

"No wonder no one loves you."

.

.

.

"But I love you."

for that whole night, for that whole night.

the peace was disturbed.

for that whole night, it seemed that the moon shone once again.

it may not be the sun. but it'll do for now.

Aizawa walked away shortly after that.

leaving a little girls and her mirror image to ponder.

ponder.

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Afterwards I don't think he'd talk about it too much, he's proabably approach you after breakfast the next morning and tell you "you can talk to him about it if you want." but not much more than that

he definitely would change his practices though. like getting you a therapist, taking the weekends off in favor of being around the house more.

he'll let you get used to his presence first like one would with a cat, and one day. maybe years later, or tomorrow, you'll talk to him.

you'll tell him you love him too.

and maybe.

just maybe.

the world will stop,

and everything will be okay.

[rigelprinceofdespair]

Berkut can still hear the dogs barking. Perhaps the only benefit to this maze is the twist and turns that would slow the beasts down. Still, unless they can find a way out, or the secret they are looking for, the mutts will be able to trace them the whole time.

Feeling her touch his hand, Berkut released his grip. Naturally with zero apology for grabbing her so suddenly or pulling her along. Berkut nodded at her words, that ever-present scowl still on his face. "Need is a strong word. However you are... correct."

It chaffed at his pride to agree to work with anyone, or admit that he could be out of his depth. "Let's keep moving. I got a glance at the maze from the house earlier, I believe I know the direction to head in. There was some sort of structure that I only saw the roof of near the centre."

It hadn't taken too much effort to charm the Madam into a small tour, and the windows in the halls had given a somewhat good view. With the ringing of barks that only seemed to grow louder he began to lead the way further into the maze. One hand grasping the hilt of the knife at his waist just in case.

Maybe the angry dogs are better companions

[valy-gc]

Game Idea - now a novel

Well... originally a dating sim game idea that will be a novel because I don't have any programmation skills nor the money to pay some developpers, but I like it and got lots of ideas for it so let's just share it.

If you want to make a OC and/or your MC from it, then have fun, I would love it ^-^ (list of existing ones at the end ^^)

It's a dating sim, mix between "Twisted Wonderland" and "Obey me!"

This is mostly ideas thrown like this in a messy way. But you can now read the novel version here:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 -All other chapters will only be on the other plateforms, always free to read

whole on my Tapas, Toyhouse, Ao3 or wattpad

I also introduce all the characters on Toyhouse, UnVale or Deviantart and regularly post here on tumblr about it

And to not have to search through my tumblr, you can find every single infos about Scriptoria, on my Toyhouse as well.

everything under the cut

As a new student at Fablewood Academy, you are mysteriously invited after stumbling upon an ancient storybook. Among peers who resonate with legendary characters from fables and folklore, you stand apart—unable to resonate with any historical figure. Instead, you uncover a profound connection to the mysterious Writers.

Navigating the competitive dorm dynamics and building relationships with students and teachers, you begin to unravel the secrets of Scriptoria, the world of stories. With your unique bond to the Writers, you hold the key to saving it from an ancient force threatening to rewrite history itself.

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World

"Scriptoria" A magical world shaped by the memories and writings of the legendary Writers, who recorded the lives and deeds of its inhabitants.

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The Writers :

The authors of fairytales we knows, they are called the "writers" not because they have wrote the tales (since it's supposed to be all real stories in this world) but because they were keeper of memories, noting everything that was happening in the world, which permitted the actual characters to knows all about the stories.

The Writers and Their Origins

Connection to Their Stories and Cultures:

Jean de La Fontaine (Beastman from Beasthaven): La Fontaine, a fox beastman, had a knack for observing the social structures of Beasthaven’s vibrant and diverse communities.

Hans Christian Andersen (Mer from the Seafoam Dominion): Andersen was a merman with a melancholic streak, deeply inspired by the beauty and sorrow of the sea. His ability to capture fleeting emotions and weave them into poetic tales was unparalleled.

The Grimm Brothers (Goblins from Myrcadawn): Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm were goblin-faes, an unexpected yet fitting revelation. The magic of the Writers kept their mischief in check, channeling their keen wit and curiosity into recording humanity's most primal fears and hopes. Their goblin heritage explains the darker, more visceral tone of their collected tales.

Charles Perrault (Human from Austreim): Perrault was a human writer from the cobblestone streets of Austreim. Known for his elegance and refinement, he focused on moralistic tales that resonated with high society while still appealing to common folk. His work emphasized transformation and perseverance, ideals he believed could bridge social divides.

An so many more… In short, every single race and country had one or multiple Writers.

The Omniscience of the Writers

The Writers weren’t ordinary historians—they were endowed with a unique form of magic called Storysense.

Storysense Explained: Writers could sense when someone was destined for a life-altering story—one that would leave a profound impact on their world and become a tale told for generations.

When they encountered such an individual, their magic activated instinctively, drawing them to observe and record the person’s journey.

This connection allowed them to witness events in real-time, ensuring no detail was missed.

The Rule of Non-Intervention: Writers were forbidden from interfering in the stories they recorded. Their role was to document, not shape, the fates of those they observed.

Consequences of Breaking the Rule: If a Writer intervened, their Storysense could fracture, leaving them unable to detect new stories. Worse, they might accidentally unravel the tale they were meant to preserve, altering history itself. (e.g. Helping Cinderella to escape her abusing family would prevent her from meeting her prince and she would not become the Great queen Austreim had known)

The Role of the Writers’ Magic

Memory-Keeping: The Writers’ magic extended beyond mere observation. They could project their memories into enchanted quills or scrolls, creating flawless records of events. These documents became powerful artifacts that resonated with the essence of the stories they contained.

The Grand Archive: All Writers’ works were stored in a magical repository known as the Grand Archive. The archive it a living entity, capable of organizing itself and occasionally revealing forgotten tales to those in need of their wisdom.

The Grand Archive’s real position is unknown and is hidden in its own pocket dimension. This dimension open slightly for the Resonance Ceremony.

The Writers’ Legacy

Unique Perspectives: Each Writer brought their cultural background and personal perspective to their work, enriching the world of Scriptoria with a tapestry of diverse stories.

La Fontaine’s fables emphasized cleverness and morality.

Andersen’s tales highlighted emotion and transformation.

The Grimms’ stories embraced the primal, magical forces of nature and humanity.

Perrault’s narratives bridged the elegance of court life with the struggles of common folk.

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Locations

Austreim: Inspired by European fairytales (Germany, France, Scandinavia). A realm of picturesque forests, cobblestone towns, and grand castles. Home to tales like "Cinderella" and "Little Red Riding Hood."

Beasthaven: A country inspired by La Fontaine’s animal fables. Predominantly inhabited by beastmen. Features different biomes in different part of the land, from lush forests and rolling meadows to savannah or thundra. The country is known for their lively markets in every biome.

Seafoam Dominion: An underwater kingdom of mermen and aquatic fae. Draws inspiration from Andersen's stories. Has shimmering underwater cities and shores dotted with mythical artifacts.

Ebony Sands: Inspired by African folktales such as "The Man Who Never Lied." A sun-drenched land of deserts, savannahs, river deltas and ancient temples.

Celestial Plains: Based on East Asian folktales, blending Chinese, korean, Japanese stories among others. Features rolling hills of bamboo, cherry blossoms, and mystical shrines guarded by spirits.

Myrcadawn: A borderland filled with ancient ruins, magical storms, and creatures from forgotten tales. Mostly inhabited by faes.

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"Fablewood Academy" An all-boy institution dedicated to preserving the legacy of the writers and their stories. Located at the heart of Scriptoria, blending all cultural styles. Where the Writers’ legacies are studied and the world's future is shaped.

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The Resonance Ceremony

When a student enters the school, they undergo a Resonance Ceremony, a deeply symbolic ritual that determines their connection to an Historical Character (a character from fairytales and myths).

Ceremony Description:

The Setting: The ceremony takes place in a grand, mystical chamber called the Hall of Echoes, a circular room lined with glowing murals of countless legendary figures. In the center, on the ground like a pond, is the Ethereal Mirror, which shimmers like water and reflects not the student’s image, but fragments of their potential resonance.

The Ritual:

The student steps up to the mirror, guided by a faculty member.

The mirror reacts to their essence, glowing brighter as it identifies the Historical Character whose moral compass and essence most closely align with the student’s.

The chosen figure materializes as a spectral image above the mirror, accompanied by a brief vision of their story, morals, and defining characteristics.

The student receives an Artefact Sigil, a magical mark on their hand, symbolizing their connection. The sigil also acts as a key to their dormitory.

Outcomes:

The character determines the student’s dorm assignment. Dorms represent shared principles or traits rather than region or story type, which creates unique diversity within each house.

The student begins to develop their Legacy Arte, influenced by their resonance.

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Dorm Names & Founders

Astraquartz (Inspired by Cinderella, Charles Perrault): Represents perseverance, humility, and transformation.

Scarletfang (Inspired by Little Red Riding Hood, Grimm Brothers): Represents courage and cunning.

Everswell (Inspired by The Little Mermaid, Hans Christian Andersen): Represents sacrifice and curiosity.

Mousetrail (Inspired by The Lion and the Mouse, La Fontaine): Represents cleverness and loyalty.

Obsidianspire (Inspired by Mamad in "The Man Who Never Lied", unknown Writer (African tale)): Represents honesty and wisdom.

Verdance (Inspired by "The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter", Minamoto no Shitagō): Represents grace and adaptability.

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Resonance Dynamics

Living By Their Resonance: Students are expected to uphold the values and morals of their Resonance Character. Deviating too far from these principles leads to a Resonance Crisis, where the bond becomes unstable.

Resonance Crises: In a crisis, a student’s personality and abilities are warped by the unresolved conflict. They might embody the antithesisof their Historical Character, becoming a distorted, corrupted version of their story’s ideals.

Example: A student resonating with The Happy Prince may hoard wealth selfishly, spiraling into greed, causing their Legacy Arte to malfunction.

Resolution: To restore balance, the student must confront their choices and find a way to realign with their character’s core principles, often with the help of peers or the protagonist.

The Nature of Resonance

Resonance is not a rigid set of rules that dictate a person’s every thought or action. Instead, it represents a core essence—a reflection of the Resonance Character’s archetype, personality, and values. When a student resonates with a character, it means they share a similar foundation, but they are free to interpret and act on that foundation in their own unique way.

Core Principles of Resonance

Guiding Influence, Not Control: The Resonance doesn't force someone to behave exactly like their historical counterpart. Instead, it provides a general blueprint of traits, preferences, and tendencies that align with the character’s essence.

Example: Coach Garrick’s Resonance with the Big Bad Wolf doesn’t mean he must terrorize pigs—it means he shares the wolf’s gruff, bold, and predatory nature. How he channels those traits is entirely up to him. For Garrick, they manifest as a tough love coaching style.

Freedom to Choose Actions: While Resonance shapes a student's instincts and inclinations, their choices define their character. They can act in harmony with their Resonance without being confined to it.

Example: Elric, resonating with Cinderella's Stepmother, naturally enjoys luxury and attention. However, he can choose to respect others while enjoying these things, rather than mistreating them like the original stepmother did. If he strays too far—say, by shunning luxury entirely—it might destabilize his Resonance, but small acts of kindness wouldn’t harm it.

Resonance Crisis Is About Extremes: A Resonance Crisis occurs when a student goes against their core nature to an extreme degree, causing an inner conflict. This doesn’t happen because of minor deviations but because of a deep misalignment.

Example: If Elric started wearing rags and actively rejecting his love of luxury, his Resonance would destabilize. But respecting servants or treating them kindly, while still enjoying the finer things, would maintain balance.

Here are clear, narrative-driven examples to help clarify how Resonance works without feeling restrictive:

Garrick “Grizz” Wolfin (Big Bad Wolf): Garrick’s Resonance gives him traits like gruffness, strength, and an intimidating aura. He embodies the archetype of the wolf, but how he uses those traits is his choice. He could easily become a bully, but instead, he channels his gruff demeanor into being a demanding yet caring PE teacher. His choices define him, not the wolf.

Elric Briarthorne (Cinderella’s Stepmother): Elric shares the stepmother’s love for luxury, beauty, and a touch of laziness. However, he is not bound to repeat her cruelty. Elric can enjoy being pampered and commanding attention without mistreating others. If he rejects his natural affinity for elegance entirely, he risks a Resonance Crisis, but respecting a servant while maintaining his love for luxury keeps him in balance.

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Resonance Crisis: The Fractured Legacy

What Happens?

When a mage’s bond with their Resonance Character destabilizes, their Artefact Sigil fractures, and their inner conflict manifests as a dangerous, externalized force called a Fractured Legacy. The Fractured Legacy represents the mage's core identity spiraling out of control, with tangible consequences for the individual and their surroundings.

Mechanics of a Resonance Crisis

Stages of the Crisis:

Warning Phase: The Artefact Sigil dims or cracks subtly, signaling instability. The mage exhibits heightened emotional extremes or behaviors contrary to their Resonance Character.

Example: A Cinderella Resonance becoming tyrannical and dismissive, echoing the stepmother’s cruelty.

Threshold Event: A traumatic or critical moment causes the bond to fully destabilize. The mage’s Artefact Sigil shatters, triggering the Crisis.

Transformation:

The mage transforms into an Echoed Antithesis of their Resonance Character—a distorted, exaggerated version of their worst traits.

Example: A Little Red Riding Hood Resonance becomes a wolf-like beast, embodying predation and fear instead of courage.

The environment around them twists to reflect their turmoil—spreading corruption, illusions, or chaotic phenomena tied to the Resonance.

Manifestation:

The Fractured Legacy takes a physical or semi-physical form—either merging with the student or manifesting as external entities they must face.

Example: The transformed mage might summon spectral versions of antagonists, or their minions, from their Resonance Character’s tale, or their surroundings could morph into a warped, nightmarish version of their story.

Consequences

Prolonged Crisis states can cause lasting damage to the mage—mental, physical, or magical.

If unresolved, the bond with their Resonance Character could sever entirely, leaving them vulnerable to permanent loss of their Arte and magical abilities.

Resolving a Resonance Crisis

Core Resolution:

The mage must confront the internal conflict driving their instability.

Example: A Happy Prince Resonance consumed by greed might need to realize that hoarding wealth doesn’t bring joy or fulfill their true essence.

This confrontation often requires the help of others, especially the protagonist, who serves as a mediator or guide.

Reformation:

The Artefact Sigil repairs itself, often evolving into a stronger form, symbolizing the student’s personal growth.

The Legacy Arte might gain new abilities tied to the lessons learned during the Crisis.

Designing the Fractured Legacy

Visuals:

The Crisis should have a haunting yet poetic visual style that reflects the student’s Resonance Character.

Example: A Cinderella Resonance would look more like a deformed version of the stepmother or the stepsisters, surrounded by jagged shards of broken glass and spectral pumpkin monsters.

Themes:

Each Crisis explores the darker side of the Resonance Character’s traits.

Example: A Little Mermaid Resonance, consumed by jealousy, might suffocate others in waves of magical water, symbolizing their suppressed longing for acceptance.

Combat Dynamics in Resonance Crises

Fractured Legacy Boss Fights:

The mage undergoing the Crisis transforms into a formidable, story-inspired boss.

Example: A Big Bad Wolf Resonance could manifest as a towering wolf-like monster with powerful wind attacks, symbolic of their huffing and puffing.

Emotional Mechanics:

Incorporate dialogue or cutscenes mid-fight to remind players this isn’t just a battle—it’s an attempt to reach someone in pain.

Example: As the protagonist deals damage, the Fractured Legacy might shout distorted lines from their tale or reveal their inner turmoil through flashes of memory.

Combat Objective:

The goal isn’t necessarily to defeat the character in a traditional sense but to weaken their Fractured Legacy enough to restore clarity.

Player Options in Combat

Artefact Sigil Powers:

The characters used can use their own Legacy Arte abilities, which align with their Resonance Characters, to counteract the Fractured Legacy’s powers.

Example: A character resonating with the Little Mermaid might summon tidal waves to neutralize a fire-based Fractured Legacy attack.

Special Techniques:

Introduce a Breakthrough Strike mechanic where players can charge a special attack tied to the Resonance Character of the opponent.

Example: Against a Red Riding Hood Resonance, a teammate resonating with the Woodsman could unleash an axe-cleaving move that counters the wolf-like powers.

Group Synergy:

Peers with similar values or with a character from the same story to the Resonance Character in Crisis might deal bonus damage or have abilities to calm the Crisis state.

Emotional Impact of Combat

Hitting Hard With Purpose:

The protagonist struggles with the morality of fighting a friend or peer. Dialogue options or animations could reflect hesitation and determination.

Example: “I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t let you destroy yourself!”

Each successful attack might shatter parts of the Fractured Legacy’s appearance, revealing glimpses of the real student underneath.

Dynamic Reactions:

As the player weakens the Fractured Legacy, they could start to show signs of clarity—stammering, pleading, or showing flashes of regret mid-battle.

Example: A Cinderella Resonance Crisis might sob, “Why am I acting like this? This isn’t me!” as their Fractured Legacy starts to crumble.

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Legacy Arte

Each Legacy Arte is tied to the unique essence of the resonated Historical Character. These are not static powers—they grow and evolve as the student’s connection deepens. It can be an offensive or defensive ability, a practical one for everyday or even a constant unseen ability (enhancing strenght, magic powers or anything else)

For example:

A student resonating with Princess Kaguya might have an Arte called Moonlit Grace, allowing them to summon moonlight to shield themselves and others. As they grow, the Arte might evolve into Celestial Radiance, granting healing and offense.

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Artefact Sigil

The Artefact Sigil serves as both a resonance stabilizer and a channel for magic, directly tied to the student's connection with their Resonance Character. It appears on the student's hand during the Resonance Ceremony.

Key Features of the Artefact Sigil

Appearance:

A glowing, dynamic symbol or glyph that reflects the essence of the Resonance Character. Its design evolves as the bond deepens, becoming more intricate and vibrant.

Example:

Astraquartz: A delicate glass slipper.

Scarletfang: A bold wolf’s paw print, with thorny vines wrapping around it.

Everswell: A flowing wave, centered with a small pearl-like dot.

Mousetrail: A small mouse.

Obsidianspire: A tall spire with rays of light radiating from its top.

Verdance: A crescent moon embraced by bamboo leaves.

Functionality:

Magic Channeling: The Sigil channels the student’s magic, focusing and amplifying their spells. It glows or pulses during use, with colors and intensity varying based on the magic type.

Legacy Arte Activation: The Artefact Sigil is the key to unlocking and evolving Legacy Arte abilities. As the student grows, the Sigil adapts to better support these powers.

Resonance Stabilization: The Sigil detects and moderates Resonance Crises. If a student strays too far from their Resonance Character’s core ideals, the Sigil dims or cracks slightly, serving as a warning. It also emits calming energy to help realign the connection.

Personal Connection: The Sigil is an inseparable part of the student, growing and changing with them. This deep connection makes magic feel more instinctive and intimate, as it’s literally a part of their body.

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Lore Tie-In

Origins: The Artefact Sigil was created by the Writers, using fragments of their own memories as the foundation. This ensures that every Sigil is a direct link to the archives of Scriptoria.

The Resonance Bond: The Sigil embodies the merging of the student’s essence with their Resonance Character. Its visible state reflects the health of this bond, making it both a tool and a representation of their inner journey.

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Scriptos Currency System

Coins (for smaller transactions):

1 Scripto:Copper coin

5 Scriptos: Bronze coin

10 Scriptos:Silver coin

50 Scriptos:Gold coin

Bills (for larger transactions):

100 Scriptos

200 Scriptos

500 Scriptos

1,000 Scriptos

10,000 Scriptos

Design Details

Coins:

Each coin feature an emblem of a quill or an open book to symbolize creativity and storytelling.

The coins shimmer faintly or show shifting patterns when exposed to light.

Bills:

The bills have holographic text or illustrations that animate briefly (e.g., a bird flying off a quill or ink drops forming a picture).

They feature famous Scriptoria figures, mostly the Writers, with each having different possible figures. -the 100 could feature Pu Songling or D. O. Fagunwa, -200 feature Don Juan Manuel, Alexander Pushkin or Giovanni Francesco Straparola -500 feature Charles Perrault, the brother Grimm or La Fontaine, -1000 feature Al-Jahiz, Hans Christian Andersen or Valmiki, -10 000 feature Joseph Jacobs or Alexander Afanasyev …)

The bills and coins are waterproof. Coin will not get rusty if used by merpeoples.

Practical Conversion

1 Scripto = 0.01 USD

100 Scriptos = 1 USD

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Maps

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Classes taught, teachers and staff:

Lorecraft: Liora Scheh, Dremir Knossroot

Fairmagic: Ozwell Puzzlereign, Nymor Vellmare

Mythic Combat: Thorne Evenshade, Solmar Ignivox

Alchemy & Potionmaking: Neige Snowveil, Roselin Hearthcourt Cardemil

Transformation Arts: Hans Wilderkin

Astronomy & Prophecy: Beaumont Nocturne

Musical Resonance: Lino Minuet

Beastcraft: Swan Ellisar, Grogar Talebone

Tactician’s Lab: Malvyn Frostthorn

Magic Application and Arte Development: Lucan Galehart

Ancient Curses : Mordain Grimm, Onno Marrel

Runic Engineering : Aldric Fenwick

PE: Garrick “Grizz” Wolfin, Bellarox Craghide

Flying Arts: Zephyr Gale, Einar Lysveit

Aquatic Mastery : Merrick Tideborn, Semyon Morozin

Art: Caspar Dorne

Maths: Mikhail Sabirsky, Neryssa Hollowthorn

Other staff members:

Headmage: Solon Arclight

Ethics and Resonance Guidance Counselor: Anton Silkthorn

Nurse: Eamon Wellspring

Shopkeeper: Percival Trinket

Chef Cook: Goldor Hearthstone

Keeper of the Grand Archive and librarian: Dorian Ashthorn

Farm Manager: Rustan Featherstone

Are in relationship: Solon x Liora Swan x Beaumont x Lino Merrick x Malvyn

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Classes and Seats :

First Years

1-A 05 – Tsuki Laito 1-A 09 – Rune Spindlewick 1-A ?? – MC 1-B 02 – Hatterick Marchhare 1-B 04 – Lyricis Farahdein 1-B 07 – Imperius Wovengale 1-C 08 – Elric Briarthorne 1-C 10 – Archer Verdain 1-D 02 – Kadar Serpenscale 2-D 07 – Ren Chisora 1-E 01 – Imran Frosham

Second Years

2-A 06 – Marinus Tideshade 2-A 08 – Minwoo Kinsei 2-B 06 – Tressari Manarah 2-B 08 – Cygnus Downwood 2-B 11 – Noel D'Orveil 2-C 03 – Porcus Huffsbrick 2-C 05 – Thatcher Squeakefield 2-D 03 – Mahdi Alclaris 2-D 17 – Éponine D’Orveil 2-E 04 – Caspian Willorun

Third Years

3-A 02 – Faylen Charmwright 3-A 16 – Khamari Duneshade 3-B 03 – Lupin Vardred 3-B 04 – Ambrosine Forrant 3-D 07 – Chester Marroway 3-D 15 – Jin Haruto 3-E 05 – Lazlo Quickstride

Fourth Years

4-A / 4-B / 4-C 02 – Gael Lumespring 4-D 08 / 4-E /

Fifth Years

Intership

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MCs:

@iylenne - Betty

@whynotread4fun - Ravi Connor

OCs:

@another-twisted-wonderland-fan - Nova Escher

@uruubu - Zarachios A. Salubelair

@kaltain-1 - Jihyuk Kwon

[i-yap]

hi!! could you write for tim with a reader that just gets him. like they both understand each other, dont have to communicate (verbally at least) to know how the other is feeling. also, she works at damian’s school as an intern/assistant for an art teacher (and brings her pet to school every day. maybe it’s a more exotic animal that piques damian’s interest.). so her and damian are close before tim introduces them (which he really didnt want to do LMAO. he probably let it slip that he was dating someone and now all his brothers want to meet them) so now every time you’re at wayne manor damian barges into tims room to tell you to hang out with him instead. basically fluffy tim x reader with platonic damian. sorry this was a long ask… 😭💞

I love this ask so much!

Tim drake x y/n x platonic! damian

y/n has a gecko as a pet named fluffy ( ik gecko's arent fluffy)

you prolly brought fluffy as an optional muse for your students. And since you are an art teacher at such a prestigious school means you are an amazing artist so damian for sure has a lot of respect for you.

in a couple comics its mentioned that dami is a loner at school so a loner art kid who loves animals hits close to home for you. You guys start bonding really strongly and for once dami has an adult figure who isn't cold as ice or hates his guts ( at least pretend hate) . You become his Didi (I'm indian and I couldn't find the proper arabic term for older sister so I'm just using hindi term for older sister aka didi).

Now when Tim finally opens up about the whole batfamily and how he is like "adopted brother" sort of to Damian, and the whole dynamics between the batfam, you are a little worried. Tim probably has seen you interact with Dami and realized how close you guys are ( dami didn't stab you when you patted his head)

Tim wants to keep you away from the whole batfam , maybe he tells alfred but nothing beyond that. He says its for your safety and he doesn't want you involved in such dangerous vigilante work but it's also because he wants to keep you to himself and being an rich single child...he sucks at sharing .

But nothing remain hidden in a family of detectives and ofc everyone finds out that tim has a secret girlfriend .

Damian probably invited you over to the manor a couple times because you are one of his favorite persons and he wanted to show you his art work or his pets. Everytime you came over, Tim obviously acted like an idiot. Sneaky ( but not sneaky enough glances), innuendos, inside jokes and secretly pulling you away for a mini "tour " of the manor even though Dami insisted he has already shown you everything(non batman related). Maybe everyone found out you were dating when you guys got caught on one of your tours? Damian for sure chased Tim with one of his Katanas till you stepped in.

Damian also doesn't know how to share- rich single child

since the batfam already knew you so well, you were over much more but ofc tim expected it to be for him. He is the boyfriend , the love of your life so why is damian getting your attention huh? Why are you doing an art challenge with dami when there are other more fun "challenges" you could be doing with tim?? WHY ARE YOU WATCHING A DUMB ASS FILM WITH DAMI WHEN YOU SHOULD BE WATCHING DUMBASS FILM WITH TIM?

to be fair, tim does love watching the soft motherly-ish side of you( makes him wanna give you more kids that steal your attention from him) But babyboy wants his cuddles and how dare you deny him of that. you think you are being fair and you are really good at reading tim's feelings so you are able to tell when he needs you attention and therefore excuse yourself politely from damian.

But one day tim is just feeling extra needy and damian and you are in a middle of an activity. you give him a look saying you'll come to him as soon as this activity is over but tim has no patience that day so he just runs into the room, throws you over his shoulder and runs away to his room and locks it. He has installed strong wind blowing thingie so when dami tries chasing him, he just turns the wind blowing things and he cant come close to the door. It then becomes a whole ass hiest while the rest of the batfam just watches and eats popcorn. you obviously have to step in AGAIN.

So you divide up a schedule and ground rules, (steph helps you dw), both tim and dami complain but you just give them both a look and they accept their fate.

Tim likes how much closer you have gotten to his family and damian likes the idea that you guys could actually become sort of related once you marry tim. The rest of the batfam love you ofc but they also love that fact that tim and dami don't try to kill each other( at least not as much as before) because of you. so it all works out( sort of)

I havnt gone exactly by the request and Ive changed up some stuff, I hope that's okay.

[stewpidcheescatarinabluu]

Rules were made to be broken.

Synopsis: Y/N, the campus troublemaker, spends more time in detention than in class, constantly clashing with the perfect, studious Karina, who is always assigned to supervise him. Despite their contrasting personalities, a growing bond forms between them as Y/N steps in to protect Karina from a group of troublemakers. Over time, their relationship shifts from antagonistic to something more as they start spending time together outside of detention, helping with the room and engaging in quiet, meaningful conversations. Eventually, Karina confesses her feelings for Y/N, and he reciprocates, realizing that beneath her perfect facade, they share a deeper connection.

Word Count: 1,629

probably the last karina fic for a while, idk tho hahwhsh

You were the typical troublemaker on campus—always pushing boundaries and never afraid to cross the line. Whether it was sneaking alcohol into class, pulling pranks on the teachers, or even vandalizing the school mural, you did it all. The result? More hours in detention than any student could ever dream of. You were the guy everyone whispered about, the one who’d always find a way to test the system, even if it meant spending more time in the detention room than in actual classes.

Then, there was Karina—the complete opposite. The studious, all-perfect campus president who seemed to do everything by the book. She was the one who always ended up stuck supervising your endless detentions. Every time you got caught and sent to the room, there she was, sitting at the front with her perfect posture, scolding you with that calm, but firm tone, her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, and a notebook filled with perfectly neat notes in front of her.

You and Karina were always in that room together. She was there to keep you in check, her eyes constantly reminding you of how much you were wasting, while you were there to, well, rethink your actions—though you never really did. It had become routine, the two of you locked in that silent back-and-forth of her disapproving looks and your indifferent smirks. She’d sigh, tap her pen, or mutter something about how much better you could be doing, while you, well, you just listened, half-heartedly, always acting like you didn’t care.

“Whatever! You’re boring for someone with your looks, y’know?” you said with a smirk, leaning back in your chair.

“None of your business, troublemaker,” she shot back, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at you. “Shut up, or I’ll increase your detention time.”

You raised an eyebrow. “But I gotta give you some praise. Doing your job isn’t easy.”

Karina rolled her eyes, clearly not impressed. “How would you know, knucklehead? All you do is get into trouble and waste your life away in this room. You’ve probably spent more time here than an entire group of students combined.”

You leaned forward, a mischievous grin tugging at your lips. “Well, someone’s gotta keep things interesting around here. I can't let you have all the fun, can I?”

Karina sighed, clearly frustrated but almost… amused? She didn’t say anything, but the tiniest hint of a smile crept onto her face before she quickly masked it. "You're exhausting, you know that?"

After another grueling 4 hours in detention, you returned a week later, but this time, you were greeted with an even more extended sentence—6 hours. It was nothing new by now. You’d spent so much time here that the walls practically knew your name.

“I'm back! Miss me?” you greeted, flopping down in the usual chair across from Karina, who was already buried in her book, not even looking up at you.

“No,” she replied flatly, her voice devoid of any enthusiasm. Her eyes remained glued to the pages, focused on whatever boring novel she was reading.

You chuckled, always enjoying her dry responses. “You sure? I’m the only excitement you get these days,” you teased, leaning back in your seat, kicking your feet up onto the desk.

She sighed, the sound sharp and exasperated, but didn’t look up from her book. “And I’m sure. Now be quiet, or I’ll extend your time.”

Of course, you didn’t listen. You never did. It was all part of the routine—annoying her, trying to get a reaction, watching her glare at you in frustration. It was your thing.

But one day, things went differently.

A group of troublemakers from another class wandered in, laughing obnoxiously as they took their seats. You recognized them immediately—they were the type to cause chaos wherever they went. You figured you’d just let them do their thing and enjoy the peaceful, albeit slightly tense, silence in the room.

That was until they started messing with the room, knocking things off the desks, and laughing louder than usual. You rolled your eyes, already prepared to ignore them like you usually did. But then you saw it—Karina, normally so composed and calm, was struggling to keep her focus. One of the guys in the group had walked up to the front, getting too close for comfort, and was making rude comments.

Your gaze locked onto Karina’s face for the briefest of moments. Her eyes weren’t full of her usual frustration. No. There was something else—something you hadn’t seen before. It was pleading. She was silently asking for help, and without a second thought, you stood up.

“Hey, knock it off,” you said, your voice low but firm. The group paused, surprised by your sudden intervention. The troublemaker who had been bothering Karina turned to you, an annoyed look on his face.

“What, you think you can boss us around, freak?” he sneered, taking a step toward you.

But you weren’t backing down. “I said knock it off,” you repeated, stepping between him and Karina.

For a moment, the room fell silent. The tension in the air was thick, but you could see the guys hesitating. Karina, still shocked, took a deep breath, and you felt her tension ease slightly, knowing she was relieved that someone had finally stepped in.

“Leave her alone. If you’ve got a problem, take it up with me,” you added, voice steady, unwavering.

For a moment, the troublemakers exchanged glances, sizing you up, but they quickly realized they weren’t going to get their way. With a few more insults muttered under their breath, they finally backed off and returned to their seats.

Karina let out a quiet breath, the tension in her shoulders visibly relaxing. She gave you a soft, almost grateful look before her eyes quickly darted away, as if she didn’t want to admit how much she appreciated the intervention.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she said quietly, her usual sharp tone softened for once.

You leaned back in your chair, a smirk tugging at your lips as you looked at Karina. “Well, I may be a troublemaker, but I’m not a bad person,” you said with a grin. “Nailed that line, huh?” You couldn’t help but feel a little cocky about it. For once, it felt good to be the hero in the situation, even if it was just for a moment.

Karina didn’t immediately respond, instead rolling her eyes in that way she always did when you got too full of yourself. But there was a small smile playing on her lips, barely noticeable unless you were paying attention.

You stayed after your detentions became less frequent—not because you were stuck here for punishment, but because you enjoyed spending time with her. You’d started helping her clean up the detention room after hours, rearranging chairs, putting away papers, and organizing the shelves. It became a sort of routine, a quiet ritual that you shared, the conversations flowing between the two of you as the work got done.

The more time you spent with her, the more you realized how easy it was to talk to Karina. You found yourself looking forward to it, those late hours when the room would be empty and it was just the two of you. And, for the first time, Karina didn’t seem as distant as she used to be. She didn’t just tolerate your presence anymore—she welcomed it.

One evening, after finishing up cleaning the room and putting the last of the chairs back in place, you tossed the rag you’d been using into the trash bin. You turned around to see Karina sitting on one of the desks, her expression unreadable, eyes focused on the floor for a moment before she glanced up at you.

You were about to say something, probably to make another joke, when she spoke first, her voice quieter than usual.

“Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you.” Her words caught you off guard, and for once, you didn’t have a comeback ready.

You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Yeah? What’s up?”

She hesitated, her fingers tapping the edge of the desk nervously. “I’ve been meaning to say this for a while, but… it’s not easy.”

You leaned against the desk next to her, trying to keep your tone light even though your heart rate picked up. “Come on, Karina. You know you can say anything to me.”

She looked up at you, her eyes locking onto yours for the first time tonight, and there it was—the vulnerability in her gaze that she rarely let anyone see. She took a deep breath, then spoke, her voice trembling slightly.

“I like you, Y/N,” she confessed, the words hanging in the air between you two. “I’ve liked you for a long time. And I don’t know when it happened, but... I just thought you should know.”

For a moment, everything was still. You could hear the faint hum of the lights above and the soft rustle of the papers around you. Her confession echoed in your mind, and you suddenly felt a weight in your chest, something that felt... significant.

A smile spread across your face as you processed her words. "Well, guess I’m not as bad as I look, huh?" you said, your usual cocky grin coming back, but this time, it felt different.

Karina’s eyes widened, clearly surprised by your response, but there was a flicker of hope there. She tried to hide it behind her usual sharp expression, but you saw it.

“Seriously,” you added, your voice softening. “I like you too, Karina.”

It wasn’t a dramatic moment, no grand declarations or perfect timing. Just two people, in a quiet room, finally saying what had been left unspoken for so long.

[blouisparadise]

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[streets-in-paradise]

A Man of Honor -Odysseus x Trojan Princess!Reader Part 2

Troy (2004) Oneshot

Requested by @alysinwonderland-at-tea

Warnings: war captive x enemy king, age gap ( incluiding a young girl attempting to seduce a man significantly older than her).

Summary: The greek enemies of Agamemnon gather arround the task of protecting you. While your original captors show you their most friendly side, Odysseus has to admit he had grown too close with you.

Struggling with the contradictions between his needs of king and man, the time comes for him to take a definitve choice.

Note: I couldn't finish the story completely in this one, so it's most likely I will release a third part that will serve as end for it.

Tags: @yerevasunclair @daintyhippie

After being submitted to the worst of the greeks, you found a chance to discover there were still good people among them to be discovered in the most unexpected of places. Your presence, although welcomed, brought Odysseus a problem of practical order.

During most of the day, he had to be away to lead his army. With him would go his most trusted men, possibly leaving you to an uncertain fate. He didn't want to keep you tied to a headpost of his tent like a slave, but allowing you to roam free through the camp was a risk for your safety if no one of his trust could be watching over you. By any means necesary, he had to prevent another brutal attack to happen while he would be too far to help you.

As precaution, he started sending you to the tents of the myrmidons. Not like their prize, but as a favor that their leader was doing to his friend on his time of inaction on the war. Odysseus trusted Achilles and, despite knowing you hated him, he begged you to behave for your own good.

So you did, only because he said it and you trusted his word. It could have been a recipe for disaster, but you ended greatly surprised. The man who received you didn't act at all like the arrogant brute you once meet. Alongside him, there was always a young lad you didn't got to meet before. His presence seemed to soften the warrior, who treated him like his little brother.

Patroclus, younger cousin of the myrmidon leader, couldn't trust any of his senses when you told him you were a Princess of Troy. He had never meet a princess before, so his harmless curiosity became a bonding point for you. Spending time with him was quite fun. As he gained your trust, you became less wary of his countrymen thanks to his interventions.

When your defensive attitude stopped being a problem, Achilles finally asked you about the significant spectacle you gave to his soldiers fighting for your freedoom back in the temple. He made you explain yourself as if he knew that his cousin was going to love your answer, yet incapable of predicting the chaos he had unleashed through that interrogation. As you admitted to have been learning from your eldest brother, Patroclus' excitement knew no limits. He practically begged you to duel against him with his teacher as witness.

You, being the only known student of Hector, were his perfect match for a combat training session. His sweet insistence managed to flatter you, since he seemed very convinced to have found in you the best rival available. Finding yourself dragged by his entusiasm, you accepted as if was an autentical challenge. Instants later, Achilles watched you get into it like if you were two children playing with wooden swords.

Most likely, that was the image he had of you.

Back in the moment he saw you entering the tent of Agamemnon, he was grossed by the situation and intended to protect you. The reaction was strange and you didn't got to understand it on time. Getting to know him a bit better showed you that being of a similar age to Patroclus meant he saw you as a little girl and felt inclined to treat you as such.

It could sometimes be a bit frustrating, specially arround Odysseus.

In that oportunity he had came back earlier than expected, when the sun wasn't yet going down. The happy noises of your playfull battle let him know you were having a good time and that was a comfort for his heavy heart carrying the burden of yet another defeat.

" Enough swordplay! " Achilles was instructing, childishly invested. " Come on, Patroclus! The family honor is at risk! "

You raised your arm with the wooden sword in hand, heroic gesture of your charge into battle.

" FOR TROY!! "

By the instant Odysseus got a clear sight of the scene, the clash had turned out in your favor. The lad was on the ground and you had threw yourself over him to proceed the fight weaponless. Mutual laughter on the start of your friendly wrestling, but the fight ended when he stopped moving because you were straddling his lap.

" Turns out you do quite good when the fight is fair, little one. " Odysseus commented, making you aware of his presence. " Now, where are your manners? "

You smiled and quickly raised up to rush on his encounter.

" Don't ruin their fun, Odysseus. " Achilles mocked him, noticing you had tossed your victory aside for the newcomer. " Let them discover their bodies the way I did. "

Patroclus avoided to raise fast just to hide the shame as you did hidding on the embrace of the ithacan king.

" How was the fighting? " You asked him, trying to ignore what had just happened. " Did you saw my brother? How is he? "

He could still see excitement in your eyes and tried to respond accordingly.

" Bleeding out the open wound he inflicted in the heart of Greece ... We ended sooner today because he decided he had enough. Honorable man, he could have just destroyed us all. "

For drastically different reasons, you were one with Achilles in the celebration.

" YES!! " You exclaimed, releasing Odysseus to make a gesture of victory with your arms up, only to later remember he was on the loosing side. " I mean, I'm sorry. "

Achilles raised from the comfortable sitting spot from where he had been watching your fights.

" Don't be, princess. That old drunk is getting what he deserves for attacking our honor. Agamemnon insulted my pride and didn't stop there. If of me depended, I would have marked every single one of the pigs he sent to do his dirty work for him just so it would be easier for Hector to find them. "

Angry allways escalated, slowly and insidiously, everytime he spoke of the mycenaean king.

" Thank you for your insight, my friend. " Odysseus tried to calm him, then gave him a pat on the shoulder. " ... but I could use your arm over your advice. "

Achilles chuckled, then mercielessly teased him.

" I'm having fun looking after the children ... In fact, I haven't finish my lesson. "

He paced arround Patroclus and dragged him up in a playfull way.

" Can you tell me what went wrong? "

The young man incorporated and attempted to perform a serious reply.

" I tried to play her untill she would get too tired, but underestimated her resistance. "

Achilles correctly placed the shoulder coverage of his messy tunic.

" Winning the first one got you too cocky, so you started bragging. She fought to defeat you, but you fought to impress her. We know the princess is pretty, but you have to keep the head cold because my child can't be beated by Hector's. "

The outspoken assumption brought some awakwardness between you that Patroclus attempted to bury inmediately.

" Forgive him, your highness. He is clearly out of his mind. "

You smiled for him and, despite the shyness, that worked as enough encouragement for him to approach you.

" You are a fierce opponent and fighting you has been my honor. "

He extended his hand and you took it for a handshake.

" As is mine, Patroclus. Awareness of your respectfull admiration won't make me misunderstand you like your cousin believes. "

Reassurance made him feel more comfident, so he finished the gesture shyly kissing the dorse of your hand.

Things were calm again, but his cousin won't stop messing with you.

" The grown ups want to have a conversation ... Why don't you go somewhere else and finish what you started? "

" ACHILLES! STOP BEING DISGUSTING!! " Patroclus complained, then returned his attention at you. " Your majesty, I believe you told me once that trojans are famous horse breeders ... Would you like to see the best horses of the greeks? "

The offer was great, but you reconsidered for an instant.

" ... Only if that would be fine for Odysseus. "

The king didn't expected you would care to ask, happy as you were going everywhere with the young man.

" Go ahead, princess. Have fun, I trust the strong arm of Patroclus to defend you in case of need. "

He made you smile and before leaving, you saluted him with one sweet peck on the cheek.

" Don't miss me, I'll be right back! "

Once you dissapeared from their sight, Achilles poured wine for two and invited his friend to sit with him.

" Even since you brought back that girl my cousin has postponed his resentment towards me. I get to keep my good spot to watch Agamemnon's downfall without having to deal with his concience … I don't understand why you choose to keep her, but i appreciate. "

Odysseus smirked and joined him on a silent toast. If he had to be honest, the answer he had to give wasn't as clear as usual.

" I think I didn't mean to, but it happened. " Was all he could admit. " Even my men adore her. Can you believe she made Eurylochus giggle ? I can't imagine the amount of suitors she must have in Troy. "

The myrmidon raised an eyebrow.

" Better you not be thinking on making her your little princess bride, I think Patroclus has a crush on her. "

Odysseus felt annoyed of being exposed to the obvious.

" You call that a crush? He practically worships the ground she stands … And I don't blame him. Sometimes she makes me wish I could be a lad again with her sweet ways towards me. "

Achilles took one more sip of his drink before frankly presenting him his opinion.

" A troop was making line to get their turns with her, it's normal she will feel a bit impressed after you saved her from that. She may insist that she is woman, but to me she is still a kid. And I can tell she respects me only because I am your friend, she is so thankfull of you that is almost like a devotion. "

He made a brief pause, unsure of his words, ríght before his conclussion.

" … If she was just a couple of years older, I wouldn't mind her retributions. "

Odysseus laughed with him, not wishing to unveil the undertones of that claim.

" Are you coming to the council tonight? " He abruptly changed the topic. " The fate of the war is uncertain, Hector's push could end up reaching the camp and some claim he threatens with burning down the ships. "

Achilles looked at the sea as if he searched for divine inspiration.

" I'll calm my wrath the day you release her. Do you think my absence from the battlefield is the only encouragement of Hector? The man I once meet in the ruins of that temple was a warrior of duty protecting his country, but we turned him into an angry brother in search for his taken sister. "

The unflatering comparison turned the king a bit defensive.

" So you won't do nothing because you simpatize with his reasons. "

Achilles carelessly threw the rest of his wine on the sand, gesture of self restrain against a criticism he judged hipocrite.

" You are as selfish as me, just can't admit it because you are a king. "

In very sporadical ocassions, the myrmidon warlord was capable of showing true wisdown through his brutal honesty.

On his role of King, Odysseus pretended to be a ruler granting you a kind of protection that wasn't supposed to be different from what Priam did for Helen. As a man, he allowed himself to enjoy the comfort of his blooming flower in a sort of way that was drastically different from them. Never considering to do any advances, he still liked the care perhaps too íntimate of your attentions. Your intempestive hugs, the moments you would spend in confident talks away from everybody, your sweet glances in public and those lovely welcomes from the battle.

The fire in your eyes became for him like the warm flame of home. Calid, but not threatening to consume the surroundings anymore. Ironically, the threat of fire was coming from a fairly concerned Hector seeking for justice.

Keeping you for himself was selfish, no different from what Paris did or perhaps even worse. Helen had a chance of choosing to leave willingly, but you never asked to be taken away from your family.

It was going to be a matter of time untill Agamemnon would use that argument against him on the war council. The deliberation space have become the center of increasing tensions because his act of saving the captive was taken as an insolence that started to affect his credibility.

" Hector wants the girl back and his demmand is currently stronger than ours. " Nestor was pointing out for both. " After the death of her ríghtfull husband, Helen belongs to Paris already, but the daughter of Priam still belongs to her father's home. "

He looked suspiciously at Agamemnon, aware of his ways.

" I haven't touch her! " The mycenaean king defended himself, comedically showing off his hands to emphasize his innocence. " I can't assure the same about Odysseus, he has probably charmed his way into her little hole already. "

His despicable accusations were away from any tolerance measuring. Used as he was to put up with him, Odysseus simply couldn't stand it.

" You gave her away to the soldiers like a common whore, YOU COULD HAVE DOOMED US ALL!!! "

He cleared his throat, self calming his wrath, before proceeding.

" In my tent she has remained untouched, I keep her under strict surveilance and have warned all my men. She ocassionally fools arround with the cousin of Achilles, but that lad won't lay a finger on her. He keeps distance and treats her like the unattainable royal she should be for him. If I would be asked to do it, I would swear that she remains virgin. "

Agamemnon chuckled loudly and disgustingly, but Nestor stopped him with a reprehensive look.

" That solves it all: under our own laws, she still belongs to her home in Troy if no man has claimed her his. "

" Odysseus will not return her: he wanted her from the moment that he saw her. " Agamemnon interrupted, provoking him in an accusatory tone. " He waited for his proper moment to steal her, he won't mind to get us all killed to keep her. "

The Ithacan king raised from his seat.

" You don't know what you are talking about. "

The mycenaean smirked with satisfaction.

" Prove it, prove that you are still loyal to me. Take that girl back to Troy by yourself, and once you are there, offer a sacrifice to Apollo for the crimes of the temple. That should be enough to calm the animosity of Hector. "

For as much as he hated it, Odysseus understood he spoke on point. It was clear that he intended to punish him, but in practical terms that worked as wise advice.

He had to prove all the commanders he was still thinking as a king and not as a man.

" If that's the will of the council, I'm gladly accepting the mission … Protecting Greece remains my priority, and I do can leave my pride aside. "

The walk back to his tents was the longest ever wondering how would you react to the news. He knew that going back to your family would make you happy, but he couldn't help dreaming you would show even a tiny bit of sadness about leaving him. At his arrival he found out you have fallen asleep waiting for him and doubted about waking you up to talk. He needed some time to think, so he just laid beside you. Distant enough to not touch you, facing up so he won't be looking at you.

He had to get used, he needed to be ready.

Ríght after he managed to fall asleep, something other than his thoughts woke him up.

Like some sort of divine vision, he opened his eyes to find your sweet face. Your eyes focused on him with a singular curiosity and the sound of your giggling as you noticed he was waking up made him wary. Clarity of mind made him realize that the reason for your mischievous demeanour was the weigth of your body being pushed against his.

You were straddling his lap, in the exact same position you have discovered while fighting Patroclus that afternoon.

" What do you think you are doing? Is this funny to you? "

You smiled innocently, creating contrast with the act itself.

" I'm not trying to be funny … I'm just trying something else. "

It was an authentical torture for him, precisely because of how good it felt.

" You have no excuse for this, young lady. " He called you out in a hesitant tone. " You are already aware of the effect you have in men and I have proven I'm not a threat for you … Why submitting me to such cruel test? "

The slightest movement you made was only making things worse.

" Patroclus stopped fighting because I made him. I didn't mean to, but I think I made him … feel things. He got shy, surprise made him stay still under me. "

Odysseus closed his fist strongly to avoid the temptation of grabbing your hips.

" That's a matter of you and him. If you want to tell him that you like him, I can think of plenty of safer scenarios I can help you practice … Why are you doing this to me?"

More of your sweet giggling confused him, but the explanation you had for him actually shocked him.

" I don't like Patroclus, I like you. And i wanted to see if it would be easier to show you like this."

Before you could reach down to kiss him, he flipped you arround so you would be back to your original position.

Your hurted expression was breaking his heart.

" This isn't fair for you, I need you to understand. " He attempted to explain himself. " Any other man would be taking advantage on a girl going through her first infatuation, specially one as beautifull as you. I'll not be that man, I can't be that man. "

" So is it normal for other men to want me, but not for you? " You inquirred, fighting tears. " Odysseus, you are nothing like those bastards. Accepting my affections won't turn you into one of them."

" It won't be a noble act either, not when you deserve so much better than an old king ruler of a small greek Island where you can't even raise horses. In my Ithaca you would feel small, daughter of greater kings, and you could regret your youthfull impulse for the rest of your life. "

He stared deeply into your eyes to deliver his conclussion.

" When you are a king, very few choices are simple. For your own good, and the good of my people, we can't have this. "

Unable to speak, you close your then tearfull eyes and he gave one peck to each as he held you in his arms.

" It's alright, little one. You will feel better tomorrow. It's your great day, the council has opted for your liberation. You will see how once you will start living again you won't get chances to remember me. "

You nodded negatively.

" You don't know what you are saying … "

" Think of the good things, of everything you will be getting back. " He cutted you off. " Of your father, your brothers and your beloved cousin. Soon you will be back with them and I will go with you. "

The remembrance of your family made you smile, but his clarification made it even better.

" Will you? "

" Agamemnon wants me to be the one returning you as a loyalty gesture to him. "

The answer was an inminent dissapointment.

" Why are you still obbeying that horrible man ? "

Odysseus kissed your forehead, as he had done the first time you stayed with him.

" Because I am the King of Ithaca and I am aware the King of Mycenae is a pridefull man who doesn't forget offenses easily. My Island can't afford an enemy like him, we aren't powerfull like your Troy. "

You managed to understand at least the political aspect of his choice. Still, the mixed feelings weren't doing the situation any favors. In some extent, his rejectment was his way of making things easier for you.

Despite you were aware of it, you were resistant to giving up.

The morning after you insisted on taking your time saluting the bunch of men you recalled were nice to you. When it got to the turn of Patroclus, you gave him a strong hug and admitted you considered him like a friend. The statement made him feel good anyways and he was happy about you, only regretted you wouldn't be able to see each other again while the war would still be on going.

Once you got in the charriot of Odysseus and the journey back home started, you realized you weren't feeling like a captive returning from a life scarring experience to your grieveing family. The situation made you feel more like a soon to be betrothed maiden presenting them to her favorite suitor.

A herald was sent to arrange a previous truce with the city to fascilitate the exchange. Your relatives were aware you were coming, but the conditions of your arrival surprised them.

No visible scars, wearing a beautifull new dress and smiling for them as if you would have been absent in a diplomatical trip.

From all of them, Paris rushed towards you first despite his leg was still dealing with side consequences of his first fíght.

" Beloved sister, I'm so sorry for the pain I caused you. " He welcomed you, full of sorrow for thinking he had failed you, as he held you thight. " I can't imagine what you must have endured. "

You giggled lightly and caressed his cheek.

" Don't worry, Achilles is not as bad as he wants the rest of the world to see him … Agamemnon, in the other hand? Most evil man I have ever meet. And his brother was a pig, I'm proud of Helen for escaping him. "

She got to hear that you still supported her and it made her smile. She was observing the scene at a prudential distance, ríght next to Andromache, and you smiled back for both of them.

" What does that exactly mean? " Hector interrupted, concern raising in his voice. " Is there anything he did to you that should make me regret the fast, mercifull death I gave him? "

Odysseus found his reaction very relatable and attempted to calm him down.

" Her virtue remains unspoiled. The sons of Atreus were against the idea, but I took some liberties from the for the sake of the wisest proceeding. That's why Agamemnon has finally made me the man in charge of returning your sister and answering your doubts. "

Freshly released by Paris, you faced your eldest brother with a pridefull smile.

" It's all thanks to you! They realized they have gone too far without walls that could protect them from you. "

Your usual admiration was the only intervention trully managing to soften him. Hector smiled back and you inmediately clinged to him in comforting embarace.

It didn't last long, since a sweet calling of your name interrupted you and you saw Briseis arriving with your father.

" Cousin!!!! " You cheered back. " I'm back, dear cousin!!! I'm back!!! "

Odysseus avoided any commentary as he observed your reunion with her, but he couldn't help thinking of just one thing.

Achilles claiming he would have found interest on a slightly older version of yourself, which was precisely what could be found in the woman that was saluting you.

The fleeting thought abandoned him quickly, when witnessing the warm welcome of your father made it all worthy.

" My dear child! " Priam cheered, open arms already inviting you to hug him, as you inmediately did. " No proper words can describe my pride over your brave sacrifice, or the sorrow it brought to me. "

He kissed your forehead and you smiled before replying.

" Father! I don't need your praise, all I wanted was for Briseis to be safe. "

Your modesty still moved him.

" The city is aware of what happened, i'm not the onlyone honoring your courage … Although I am the most insistent. "

You laughed together for a brief instant, untill you seemed to have remembered of something important you needed to expose.

" I want you to meet someone. "

Giving a few steps back, you directed towards your solitary greek escolt and took his hand.

" This is my savior, King Odysseus of Ithaca. Without him, I would have found a fate worst than death in that camp. "

Priam took a moment to observe him, then mischievously glanced at you.

" Savior, you say? From what Helen has commented me, the son of Laertes would never save someone without a previously calculated benefict in sight. "

Odysseus released from your grip and proceeded to explain himself, aware of how rational those doubts were.

" I risked an argument with my commander in chief because looking after her was what my honor demmanded me. My infamous trickery worked only on the service of returning your daughter without compromising my loyalties. "

The speech seemed to have pleased the trojan king.

" I'm glad to see there are still leaders of the greeks willing to do the ríght thing. "

Helen and Hector were sharing furtive glances of disdain, giving each other the push to present an objection. Following one imperceptible nod from her, he took the iniciative separating you from the greek.

" Father, you can't trust his word. This man is famous among his kind for being a wolf in sheep's clothing. "

The happiness of having you back mattered more to your father than any wise seeming warning.

" If your sister trusts him, he deserves my doubt."

Hector had a precise reason to be skeptical and he didn't hide it.

" Men like him know how to trick innocent girls into trusting them."

" He couldn't have tricked Agamemnon into doing something nice for us. " Helen corrected, supporting him. " My old brother in law would never allow such thing, … unless he would believe to be punishing him. "

That idea never crossed your mind, but it gave you hope.

If Odysseus felt having to leave you as a personal punishment, maybe you could still convince him. You could make him feel fond of your country so he wouldn't want it to be destroyed, tempting him into staying with you.

[floorpancakes]

Are you excited about xxxHOLIC Rei coming back in less than a week?? (Also, a lot of blogs got flagged lately, you can read more about it on the wip blog!)

my answer is yes. but also no. but also im terrified. but also im so fucking excited. but i will be WATCHING CLAMP LIKE A HAWK... lemme explain.

the main run of xxxholic is almost untouchably impressively perfectly good. i change my opinion depending on the day but rou is simultaneously insanely impressive and real as fuck but also where a couple of the endgame decisions really begin to feel like the wrong ones - I fucking LOVE it especially how it portrays barely restrained want and depressive decay with adult characters, but we all know how I feel about how utterly optional and avoidable the kohane thing was (they could've done the exact same non romantic oomf marriage agreement that watanuki inevitably chooses to misconstrue to beat himself up thing w the same effects w hima and it would've been more interesting but we know how much clamp likes to shove teacher student age gap into shit even when it ISNT romantic and they would not fucking do that...) and I don't like that the moral of the story for 99 percent of chapters is 'watanuki fucking suffers with no end in sight and retracts into himself instead of growing from trauma', but also I love tragedy and angst and mental health and mutual situationship metaphors and watanuki in this era is more relatable to me than ever before unfortunately so I hold my mixed feelings but I also enjoy it super super hard for the most part. Pls note that the moral dilemma I have about rou isn't that watanuki is suffering at all, but that he's suffering seemingly with no ...exit??? In sight? Like. We don't have any relief for him in his future, so I guess that's what sours me on some of it as a whole rather than actually abt the media quality itself. Long story I hope this makes sense. We all know how much I love rouposting so I hope it checks out.

So I was already very much a fan when Rei became a thing. I remember watching new stuff come out so I was one of the people 'fooled' in the beginning by the fake reboot setup. I knew something was happening but I wasn't sure what, and the series slowly showing its hand was super interesting. I famously love the ominous chasing hands and the thing with the phone, and imo the STRONGEST part of rei that we found out later is the interactions between characters influenced by their adult selves jumping out (think watanuki clearly leaning in to yuuko's jabs, watanuki taking the wife jokes with way less resistance, watanuki having a more platonic stronger bond with hima, watanuki accidentally slipping into the slutty boss persona then fucking exploding blushing while talking to doumeki LOL, among other things). I find that aspect really interesting and it's something only clamp could do in this specific situation which is rly rly fun. So umm. I guess we knew this would end eventually but when the end of arc was approaching I think I had my first real time groan with the series: yuuko is saying watanuki can choose, and noone will judge, and either choice is ok, he can stay with the people he loves or he can go home to his old life: but is that really true? Perhaps yuuko thinks so, but the way the story shows it to us, watanuki HAS to reply to those hands. There's so many, they're so in need, they need his presence in the universe too badly, they put pressure on him and weigh the decision so it's like 'go into the dream world and get what you want and just let everyone else get fucked up forever', it just feels like. He doesn't really have an option if he wants to not come off like a dick, and that's quite weird to me, it paints him in a weird light if he wants to choose happiness for himself, even if it's a slightly more hollow one. It feels like the sort of thing holic wouldn't typically do since it's a series that likes to play with the idea that choosing things for yourself and your own happiness is a kind of selfishness that's often VERY necessary, especially if you're someone that's hurting and needs their people around them.

....So imagine the look on my face when it turned out all of this was a massive fetch quest for tsubasa reservoir chronicle.

I've never finished tsuba, I read like half of it a year or so ago and unfortunately it hasn't clicked with me yet, and neither have most of the characters. I plan on finishing it eventually and I know it gets juicy in the back half, but I've always had mixed opinions on holitsuba being marketed as a pair, especially when especially on the western side people like both but tsuba is their ACTUAL favourite, or they like both but tsuba gets more attention, or more discussion, or more merch, or more whatever. I'm aware I'm a bit of a hater about it but it's mostly nothing personal and I do really WANT to like it, but they're fundamentally very different kinds of stories and inevitably people will have their preferences or perhaps be more into one than the other yaknow. I'm aware all of my oomfs are tsuba enjoyers. I promise my haterdom isn't that serious. I'm happy for yall.

HOWEVER please imagine me in 2016 reading the chapter when it dropped and you can imagine the worlds biggest crash out of all time. Mind you I'd still feel weird about this even if I loved tsuba to death, and maybe one day I will, but holy fucking SHIT the impact of them weighing all this on watanukis shoulders only to essentially be like 'oh, watanuki got put through ALL of this to grab a Thingamajig for Some Guy (ik he's not just some guy ik the lore but narratively speaking)' . ..... I am sure even if you like tsubasa a lot this is probably a strange fucking thing to do, and this combined with clamp DROPPING THE SERIES FOR LIKE 8 YEARS immediately afterwards...??? I am still fucking baffled by this. It lowkey ruined my trust in clamp forever. What did they mean by this. Why did they think this was a good idea. What the fuck were they cooking ?:?:?:?:

Fun fact: i know there's a small handful of chapters that come after the arc ender. I have not read them since they came out. I barely remember them. I have been avoiding them out of spite. I will re-catch up soon obviously but jesus fucking c hrist 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 clamp you can't just do that to people!!! It makes it look like you hate your characters and your fans!!! Good lord!?

so basically that brings us to the present. I'm super excited, because I love xxxholic and even during Rei the chapter to chapter content was super impressive (my problems are mostly big decisions) but it also makes me think: where do we have to go from here? Where do THEY want to go from here? We've lost almost all of our main characters aside from yokai who brush in and out of watanuki's life and his shop mascot oomfs, watanuki is still depressed, arguably far more now , he has no way out, none of the doumekis have used the egg and we can't see a use for it (in canon at least) where it will even change anything now. There's many directions this could go, but unless they get really gutsy with some deus ex machina (please please please please here's how doumeki could still win please) it's hard to know what they even want to do to round this off or revive it from where it stands.

Unfortunately most of the options I can think of that I think clamp MIGHT do are things I don't really like . I can't tell how much of this is me being overly cautious or if any of this will actually happen but here's some horror stories I have rattling about in my brain that I hope WON'T happen:

- all doumekis are secretly doumeki (i don't like this!! I think they're more interesting as separate people and it would be weird as shit to act like say sayaka x watanuki is the same as shizuka x watanuki. i like the idea that the sameface doesn't mean they're the same kinda people, a la haruka)

- watanuki is secretly clow (please god no. please god no no thank you i don't like that)

- watanuki is egged and just let loose onto the world with no support system (this would be the worst payback for all of his suffering)

- watanuki remains here forever with no hope of seeing anyone of the main cast he loves again (kill)

- im actually someone who prefers yuuko coming back agnosticism to her reincarnating as a random person. i think it's more interesting that way and she wouldn't want him to have to desperately seek her out while crashing out for hundreds of years. she'd want better than that for him even knowing some things are inevitable. so all the yuuko seeking type chapters we've had so far are not of great interest to me. this is actually how I came up with canary from catverse. canary is the endless numb stasis of a life devoted to hunting for yuuko and nothing else regardless of her wishes for him to live a good life.

- idk man. some clamp bullshit

- tsubasa reservoir chronicle fetch quest...2!!

...I don't know what we're gonna get. I don't know what to expect. I am excited and I am nervous and I am dreading it a little bit too. We shall see I guess but the way they left us off with Rei hiatus and the arc ended drove me insane for YEARS OF MY LIFE. so this is how I'm feeling rn. I hope watanuki is freed from his suffering. I hope doumeki, actual doumeki, gets a presence and gets to go crazy go stupid. I hope yuuko gets a presence or non presence that befits her and she's not used as a thing to wrangle around watanuki's suffering to new heights. I hope watanuki gets happiness and progress after at least a hundred years of regression and stasis. I hope they care more about character happiness and the spirit of the story and not trying to connect it to other plots in manga they may or may not prefer and holic doesn't get more weird middle child treatment. I hope we get a w for watanuki and no annoying plot twists that sacrifice character dynamics for drama. I hope doumeki gets a madoka rebellion movie and also we get a whole volume of douwata sex as compensation . I would like to see himawari again and I don't care how. I have lost hope of them doing anything with kohane given how they sidelined her already to limply not quite fulfil the authors obvious fetish. I hope we all get a W for our long wait. I hope watanuki wears more dresses and serves cunt so hard xxxholic goes VIRAL amen

[luvvyouforever]

Hello!! I saw that your requests were open. Could you possibly do another Modern AU! Rhysand x College Student! reader fic? I loved the first one you posted and definitely gave me some comfort with how stressful college is 😭

I always liked imagining the ACOTAR universe in a modern au. Especially Velaris in a modern setting.

Hope you are doing well and taking care of yourself💜💜

hi! absolutely dear <3 i tried to include more velaris in this!

comfort on the bridge - modern au!rhysand x college student!reader

↳ a night out in velaris ought to clear your worries about upcoming exams. does it actually, though?

↳ modern portrayal of velaris, mentions of self doubt and stress, reader is studying to be a teacher but it could be replaced with any major/focus. this isn't my best work, i'll admit, and it did take me like two weeks to completely finish but here you go!

↳ divider art from @firefly-graphics

usually, there was nothing better than a night out on the town in velaris, surrounded by the inner circle and your loving partner, rhysand. very little made you more excited than getting dressed up with mor, pregaming with cassian, and flooding the dance floor of rita's. tonight, however, it was the last thing you wanted to do.

rhysand could sense your hesitance about going out, feeling the bond between you two grow shaky and antsy but there was no way you could bring yourself to say no to them. you were just more stressed out than you imagined possible and so much more was in your mind than getting drunk and dancing to fae pop music.

mortal college was more than you had anticipated. it was always your goal, far before your ears grew pointy and you became a part of the night court's defenders, to go to college and make something of yourself. rhysand encouraged you wholeheartedly, telling you over and over that it was a good idea, that velaris needed more teachers, that you could accomplish it.

and now, your college career was coming to a close which only meant certifications, exams, and papers that all required more of you than you could give. you could only remind yourself of the shining new generation of fae being born in velaris that needed teaching so many times.

all of those worries and deadlines could not be suppressed by the strong liquor going down your throat, leaving a harsh burn in its wake. nevertheless, you took every shot cassian offered and with everyone one of them, rhysand grew more worried.

"you're putting 'em down tonight, y/n!" cassian cheered as the clink of the shot glass hitting the bar rang through the room. "you want another one?"

"yeah, i'd lo-"

"darling, i really don't think you should have another drink. you'll feel terrible later," rhysand's deep voice sent shivers down your spine as his large chest came up behind you. instinctively, you leaned back into his warmth.

"no! we gotta have fun tonight! i can't let anyone down!" you rebutted. your hand reached for the drink on the bar but your hand was trapped by rhysand's before you could. "hey!"

without a response or argument, rhysand began to tug and you didn't put up much of a fight (you were positive that one wrong move and your lack of coordination would land you on your butt on the floor). cassian looked at the two of you, making brief eye contact with rhysand and he nodded in understanding. something was wrong.

"where are we going?" you asked your partner after you stepped into the fresh air of velaris. despite it being so late, the city was quite alive with people, bikes, lights, music, and sounds. it was a beautiful sight, one that usually caught your breath, but there were more pressing matters. like why did rhysand take you away from your fun? the worries were just now being forgotten!

rhysand didn't answer your pestering but instead led you down some streets, up one incline, and landed at an old steel bridge that was at a high enough point to overlook the streets below. it was a spot you frequented when stressed but you didn't know that anyone knew. of course rhysand knew.

without having to say anything, you both perched on the edge of the bridge, wrapping your legs around the posts. your arms brushed against each other and with a few deep breaths, you felt the alcohol begin to leave your system as quickly as it came in.

"what's going on? you're drinking a lot, you seem stressed. i feel it. i don't even have to look in your mind to tell," rhysand said softly. his violet eyes shined in the night and though his gaze was strong, you couldn't help but fall into it.

you sighed and leaned your forehead against the cool metal of the bridge. the sounds of your city flooded your ears and it washed you with some calm that you were searching for. "i'm just stressed. there's so much on my plate, so much coming up, and i don't feel smart enough or good enough for any of it." just speaking the words out loud felt like a weight being taken off of your body. surgically removed and thrown hundreds of miles away.

"tell me about it," your partner said. he wouldn't get it, necessarily, but sharing the weight would help.

"there's three certification tests i have to take, all of which are unnecessarily hard. and that's just so i can get my license to teach. i still have four exams, all worth well over a hundred points, and i feel grossly underprepared for each and everyone one of them. then there's this theory class that's all about best practices in education and research and i feel like i'm picking up none of it," you expressed. "i don't feel like i am going to be the best i can be for velaris. i want to teach them but i'm struggling to pass my class. how am i supposed to impart all of this amazing knowledge on them when i don't even know it?"

your head fell forward onto the bar again and you relished in the soothing feeling of it. down below, music and laughter erupted from a rooftop bar. you wished you could know what rhysand was thinking.

"you know...i think you're the most intelligent person i ever met-"

"that's not-"

"ah! ah! no arguing," rhysand cut you off. "as i was saying...you are the most intelligent person i ever met. the capabilities you have far exceed anyone in the spring court and hewn city combined. the passion you have for our city and its education is so admirable, y/n. everyone will be so lucky to have you as their teacher. the fact that you committed to going to mortal college just to provide the small number of velaris children with a proper education proves to me that the cauldron picked the most perfect person to be my mate."

looking at onto your city, rhysand's words sunk in. somewhere in a back yard, high fae children laughed cheerfully, clearly excited to be up later than what would usually be allowed. it was hard work but work that you were more than excited to be doing.

with a sigh, you leaned into rhysand's side, grateful for him being your rock. "will you help me study for the praxis?" you asked quietly.

rhysand's head dipped down and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. "me and all of velaris will help you through whatever you need, darling. and we will be there at your graduation, glamoured and cheering."

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Could I please get a romantic matchup for X-Men, Spiderverse, and Marvel? I’m a 22-year-old transmasc achillean (guys and other), and I use he/him pronouns. I’m built like a Hobbit and have short brown hair and brown eyes. I wear thin, round glasses, and my clothing aesthetic tends to be very similar to a librarian’s. I love music, theatre, history, and reading.

Hello! :)

I hope you like your matchups! I had some fun with these!

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Enjoy!

Romantic Matchups; X-Men, Spiderverse, and Marvel

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Romantic;

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X-Men;

Bobby Drake (Iceman) -

You meet Bobby during a visit to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. You’re a guest lecturer in Bobby's class, invited to discuss historical perspectives on mutant rights with his students.

Bobby is intrigued by your intellectual vibe and how effortlessly you engage with his students.

He tries to impress you with his ice sculptures, casually creating a tiny, frosty replicas of whatever you were talking about during your talk.

After class, during lunch, you and Bobby went to the teacher's lounge.

You bond over your shared love for learning and humor, with Bobby throwing in clever jokes to break the ice (literally).

It takes you a bit of time before Bobby by his first name, and not 'Professor Drake.'

Bobby loves to tease you, calling you "Professor" even though you insist you’re not. It becomes a running joke between the two of you.

You find his playful nature refreshing and balance it with your more grounded energy.

He often pulls you out of your book-filled bubble with spontaneous snowball fights - indoors, of course.

Even though he was an adult, a professor no less, he still acted like a kid at times.

"Kid at heart," He'd say.

You introduce Bobby to the magic of theatre, and he surprises you by enthusiastically participating in karaoke nights where he dramatically belts out show tunes.

He likes to sing Wicked songs. He's Glinda.

Bobby starts realizing his feelings when he notices how much he looks forward to your conversations about history and music. You have a way of making intellectual topics exciting.

For you, it’s the way he always makes you laugh even when you’re stressed. His charm sneaks up on you in the sweetest way.

Bobby starts going out of his way to learn more about your interests, reading up on obscure historical events just so he can keep up with your endless curiosity.

Bobby takes you ice skating on your first official date, creating a private rink in the school’s courtyard.

He showers you with handmade ice flowers.

You bake him cookies and insist on making him tea while he studies his X-Men training manuals, claiming, “Even heroes need snacks.”

Bobby loves how cozy and homey your librarian-like aesthetic is. He often “borrows” your cardigans, which you find both endearing and mildly annoying.

Reading historical novels together, often debating the accuracy of the events depicted.

Attending musicals or plays, where Bobby spends intermission whispering jokes in your ear to make you giggle.

Seasonal traditions!

Summertime; go to local pools or the beach.

Springtime; getting ice cream and taking walks in the park.

Fall time; carving pumpkins and playing in the fallen leaves.

Winter time; ice skating, building snowmen, and snowball fights.

He’s always there to warm you up (ironically) when you’re cold, wrapping you in his arms or fetching you a blanket.

When you are stressed, Bobby will make sure you are alright.

He would fetch you your favorite snack or drink, turn on your favorite movie or show, and just sit with you and be there for you if you want to vent or just want company.

You encourage him to embrace his leadership qualities, reminding him how inspiring he is to the younger mutants.

You join him in his pranks on the other X-Men, adding your own witty twists to his playful schemes.

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Spiderverse;

Hobie Brown -

You met Hobie when you were asked to join the Spider Society.

You weren't one of the Spidermen then went out, you stayed behind in the society, working on the tech.

Whenever Hobie would come around, that was when he'd talk to you.

You had heard from most of the other Spider people that Hobie wasn't really one to stick around or follow the rules, but you had noticed that he came around more often.

Maybe it was to speak to you.

He talked to you a lot.

Before you knew it, you were ditching 'work' with Hobie and rebelling.

It was only a matter of time.

Hobie loves dragging you to concerts in his dimension.

He also likes to show off his guitar skills, trying to impress you.

He admires your curiosity and how you manage to tie everything back to history or literature. “You’re like a walking encyclopedia, but cool,” He quips.

You introduce Hobie to the theatre, and he’s surprisingly into it - especially Shakespeare. He starts calling you his “muse” after a while.

Will write you songs on his electric guitar.

Hobie realizes his feelings when he notices how much calmer he feels around you.

Your grounded energy complements his chaotic, rebellious nature.

For you, it’s the way Hobie never tries to change who you are, fully embracing your bookish, intellectual side while still encouraging you to step out of your comfort zone.

Hobie’s idea of a date involves rooftop picnics overlooking the city, complete with a boombox blasting punk covers of your favorite songs.

He also has a more chill side, where the two of you just stay in and watch movies, snacking on popcorn and candy.

You introduce Hobie to your favorite libraries, and he surprises you by finding punk-themed books to share with you.

Hobie insists on making you a custom jacket with patches representing all your favorite things, from historical symbols to obscure theatre references.

Sneaking into old, abandoned buildings to admire their architecture and speculate on their history.

And of course, take epic pictures and selfies in them.

Late-night jam sessions where you read poetry while Hobie improvises music on his guitar.

Watching documentaries together, which usually turns into Hobie ranting about corrupt systems while you eagerly debate solutions.

He’s fiercely protective of you, always stepping in when anyone tries to belittle your intellectual pursuits.

Hobie would craft handmade accessories, like necklaces or bracelets, using bits of his guitar strings or other recycled materials as a token of his affection.

You’d attend all his gigs, cheering louder than anyone else.

You’d surprise him with handwritten notes or sketches of punk-inspired designs for his outfits or guitar.

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Marvel;

Bucky Barnes -

You meet Bucky at a vintage bookstore, where he’s drawn to the WWII history section.

You strike up a conversation, casually mentioning a historical inaccuracy in a book he’s holding.

Having already read it, you know that they got some dates wrong, and a few other important things...

Bucky is initially reserved, but your enthusiasm for history and warm demeanor disarm him. He starts coming back to the bookstore just to see you.

Bucky appreciates how patient and understanding you are with him.

You never push him to open up, but you’re always there to listen when he’s ready.

He enjoys your librarian aesthetic, often jokingly asking for book recommendations even when he already knows what he wants.

You'd be happy to give him recommendations though.

He already likes the theater, so that's great! He likes the more dramatic and thought-provoking plays and musicals.

Such as the Phantom Of The Opera, Les Miserable, and The Sound Of Music.

Bucky starts realizing his feelings when he finds himself smiling more around you.

Your kindness and enthusiasm are contagious, and he feels lighter in your presence.

For you, it’s the way Bucky’s quiet strength and vulnerability resonate with your love for history - he feels like a living relic of the past, and you’re fascinated by his stories.

He is more than happy to tell you anything.

Bucky’s idea of romance is subtle but deeply thoughtful.

He surprises you with handwritten notes tucked into your books or tickets to plays he knows you’ll love.

He adores watching you talk passionately about history or theatre, often catching himself staring and smiling.

He's a bit shy at first, but he likes to sing, especially with you.

You bake him treats (even if they’re not perfect), and he always eats them with a grin, saying, “You’re getting better every time.”

Dances with you, in the living room, without any music.

Bucky finds comfort in your presence, often resting his head on your shoulder while you read aloud to him.

Taking long walks through historical sites or museums, where Bucky shares his firsthand knowledge of the past.

Watching classic films together, like Casablanca, and Alfred Hitchcock films.

Cozy evenings spent reading, where he insists on you using his arm as a pillow.

Bucky would restore old books or antiques for you, carefully repairing them as a gesture of love.

He’s always there to lend a hand, whether it’s fixing something around your place or helping you carry a stack of heavy books.

When he sees you stressed, he takes you on quiet walks or surprises you with small, meaningful gifts like the first edition of a book you’ve been hunting for.

You’d be his biggest supporter, constantly reminding him of his worth and how far he’s come.

[tumbleringismycopingmechanism]

The Legend of Yume

Fandom: Sandman

Rating: Mature

Chapter: 4/10

Relationship: Dream of the Endless / Hob Gadling

Additional tags: Alternate Universe – Avatar & Bending Setting, AtLA AU, First Meetings, Avatar!Dream, Earthbender!Hob, earthbending training, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Ideation, Suicide Attempt (in a passive way), nothing graphic though, angry Hob, Passive-aggression, talking shit out, Hob asking Dream about happy memories gives Dream war flashbacks, (not literally Dream was not in a war), bonding over theater experiences ig, Bonding, teacher and student to friends, becoming friends, Art Shows, Sculpting, robbing a carriage together, knocking someone out, suffocating someone (via air bending)

Summary:

Avatar Yume is in desperate need of an earthbending teacher when he stumbles upon Hui, a thief living alone in the woods. He could never have expected how their relationship would develop when Hui greeted him with a dagger against his throat.

NOTE: I changed the names to better fit the world of Avatar the Last Airbender. This is a Sandman fanfic with Dream (Yume) and Hob (Hui) in the main roles.

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Another month later, Yume still hadn’t stopped his secret training. The thought of stopping completely seemed impossible to him, made him feel like a failure. These days however, he was not staying up all night every night to practice, like he had in those first ten days after the fight. One of the reasons for this, besides it being impossible to keep up in the long run without Hui noticing the bags under his eyes, was that his days were more filled now. No longer did he simply do basic tasks with hours of time to kill in between. No, Hui had made it a mission to show him “balance”. He had taken Yume’s suggestions to heart, trying to find ways to engage him in the things he had listed as “being fun”. The reading part had surprisingly turned out to be the hardest, because they could hardly carry a library around with them whenever they moved camp. Nonetheless, Hui had returned from one of his raids with three books for Yume’s entertainment. One was about all kinds of myths and legends from across the Earth Kingdom, and one was supposedly the journal of a real pirate captain. Yume’s favourite however was a book of traditional Fire Nation bedtime stories. “You know. In case you ever feel homesick,” Hui had stammered, pulling on his earlobe excessively.

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[mangocustard16]

Twinkling Destiny✨💞

| synopsis: In the bustling city of Seoul, you and Jeonghan, childhood friends separated by time and distance, reunite at a grand charity event. With past adventures and unspoken feelings in the backdrop, your fathers propose a marriage, sparking a tale of rediscovered connection, hidden emotions, and the promise of a shared future.

| pairing: childhood sweetheart!jeonghan x reader

| genre: fluff

| warnings: none

| w.c: 1k

| a/n: arrange marriage au, pure fluff, Jeonghan might like Y/n more than she thought he did.

Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Seoul, amidst the towering skyscrapers and gleaming corporate offices, there was a story that had been unfolding for years, one that began long before the cityscape had transformed.

The protagonists of this tale were not from the pages of a fairy tale but from the world of business and ambition.

You, a reserved and elegant individual, and Jeonghan, the playful and charismatic son of the owner of the renowned Yoondae Group, grew up together as friends. Your fathers had been inseparable since their high school days, building the Yoondae Group from scratch into a multi-million dollar empire. The bonds they forged were unbreakable, and they hoped to solidify them further.

[May 5th, 2002]

It was a sunny afternoon, and you and Jeonghan, both around the age of six, were in the garden of your modest family home. You sat under the shade of a grand old oak tree, engrossed in a book. Jeonghan, on the other hand, was bursting with energy, running around and chasing after colorful butterflies.

Jeonghan exclaimed, "Come on, Y/n, put that book down! There's a whole world of adventure waiting for us out here!"

You looked up, intrigued. "Adventure? What kind of adventure, Jeonghan?"

"Well, I found this map in an old book my dad had. It shows the way to a hidden treasure right here in our garden!"

"Treasure in our garden? Are you sure, Jeonghan?" you said. You were not so sure about his plans.

"Absolutely! But I can't do it alone. I need your help to solve the riddles and find the treasure. It's going to be so much fun!"

"I'm not so sure, Jeonghan. I have this book to finish."

Jeonghan pouted, "Aw, come on! We can read books anytime, but this adventure won't wait. Plus, I need your clever thinking to help solve the riddles!"

You smiled, giving in to his infectious enthusiasm. "Okay, okay, you win. Let's go on this adventure of yours!"

Jeonghan grinned. "That's the spirit! You'll see, it's going to be amazing."

And with that, you closed your book, put it aside, and joined Jeonghan in the hunt for the imaginary treasure, embarking on an adventure that would become one of your most cherished childhood memories.

In school, you were the diligent student, often at the top of your class, while Jeonghan, despite his vivacious personality, had an intelligence and charisma that endeared him to teachers and classmates alike. He had an innate talent for turning even the most mundane lessons into fun adventures.

Together, you both became inseparable, finding a perfect balance between your quiet and contemplative nature and Jeonghan's exuberance and spontaneity. Whether it was building a treehouse, staging make-believe treasure hunts, or having heart-to-heart talks in the garden, you shared in each other's joys and supported one another during difficult moments.

As the years passed, you, along with Jeonghan, continued to grow and evolve. Jeonghan's father took the Yoondae Group to new heights, and your family's business partnership strengthened. However, you never lost touch with the values of humility and integrity that your parents instilled in you.

When the time came for Jeonghan to study abroad in the United States, it was a bittersweet farewell. Over the years, you lost touch, and it seemed as though your paths had diverged. You became a successful business partner with your father, admired for your poise and intelligence, while Jeonghan flourished in the international business world, known for his playfulness and charm.

It had been a long time since you had seen each other when fate brought you back together at a grand charity event organized by Jeonghan's father. The room was filled with the crème de la crème of society, dressed in their finest, as they generously contributed to noble causes. In the midst of this opulence, your eyes met across the room, and it was as if time had stood still.

There he was.

Yoon Jeonghan

It was like the wind was knocked out of you.

If only you knew he felt the same. Jeonghan couldn't believe his eyes as he watched you from across the room at the charity event. The years apart had done nothing but enhance your beauty, and the sight of you left him utterly captivated. He felt a rush of emotions flood over him – nostalgia from his childhood hit him like bricks. Seeing you standing there, radiant and graceful, he couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of connection and the overwhelming desire to bridge the gap that time had created. Jeonghan was drawn to you, not just by your outer beauty but by the memories and emotions that your presence stirred within him.

As the evening progressed, you and Jeonghan found yourselves near a balcony, a quiet respite from the grandeur of the event.

Jeonghan, with his characteristic playful smile, broke the ice. "You've grown even more beautiful, if that's possible."

You blushed, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. "Jeonghan, you flatter me. You've changed a lot, too. The U.S. has been good to you."

He nodded, his eyes filled with nostalgia. "It's been a wild ride, but coming back to Korea makes me realize how much I've missed it."

With a sip of wine, he swirled the glass thoughtfully. The moment was ripe for the question that had been lingering in the air.

"Have you, um... found someone special in the States?" You inquired, your voice almost a whisper.

Jeonghan looked directly into your eyes and said, "No, I haven't. Actually, I think it wouldn't be a bad idea to marry someone I already know and trust."

Your heart skipped a beat as you blushed, the gravity of his words settling in.

Later in the evening, both your fathers proposed the idea of marriage between you and Jeonghan. They spoke about how you had grown up together and how your two families' businesses had become intertwined over the years.

"We believe this is a wonderful opportunity for our families," your father declared.

You and Jeonghan exchanged a glance, both of you saying in unison, "We'll think about it."

The night was nearly over when you both found yourselves on the same balcony. Jeonghan was holding a glass of wine, and you felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

"I know it's a bit sudden," he began, "but it's not an entirely bad idea, is it?"

You nervously replied, "No, it's not. In fact, I think... it could work."

Jeonghan smiled warmly, relief in his eyes. "How about we take it one step at a time? Let's date first and see where it goes."

You couldn't help but smile, your heart pounding with newfound hope. "I'd like that."

With a clink of your glasses, you sealed the beginning of a new chapter in your lives, a story of rekindled connections, hidden feelings, and the promise of a future together. The journey of love and companionship had begun with a simple decision to give it a chance, and it was destined to be a beautiful tale of two people finding each other in the midst of life's complexities.

φ reblogs are always appreciated

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

19, 22, any spaghetti western you like :)

banging pots and pans together and screaming from the rooftops for everyone to fucking watch Return of Sabata (1971, dir. Parolini). does NOT deserve to be on the fifty worst films of all time lists!!! [chappel roan scream at the VIP section FX]: you’re not fucking FUN!!!!

mad/ashamed/horrified you actually like

the thought of teacher kink makes me want to curl up into a ball and roll away but the teacher kink in this movie makes sense in the context of the film and also serves as an interesting meta commentary on his teacher/student or gruff older bounty hunter/boytoy films. the lineup of lvc boys is comparable to a lineup of bond girls. that juxtaposition between franchises compels me deeply unfortunately

favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

everyone else ignores this whole movie :( lvc in this movie loves a scam. loves a contraption. why on earth would he play fair when he can take a sure win with some magnets and a seesaw and expert deploying of some wax records of circus music? a fair gunslinger is not an alive gunslinger, and he takes his skills from good to great by always making sure he’s got one or three holdout tiny pistols.