Wangxian Yuri 🫶🐺

back from the dead ^^ i’ve got a lot of things i’m working on but have this for now. . .

I see you like to write as well! How sweet.

May I ask for something about SE Saeran? He's my favorite little bean.

Whatever comes to your mind is fine^^

you may!! i love writing for all saerans <33

this is set if saeyoungs route happened but was platonic,, flower meanings courtesy of rays guide

- mod kokichi

[se] saeran x reader

-> flower language

cws : none

you closed the door behind you, stepping into the silence.

“hi.” your voices echoes, for a moment you feel consciously aware of it all, of the silence that deafened you, of the sound of your clothes rustling as you moved. you hoped you weren't alone.

“hello.” – this was your only reply. the only proof someone was actually here. you imagined Saeyoung was out somewhere, you remember him mentioning going shopping or something, perhaps Vanderwood had come along as well (he always said Saeyoung was clueless when it came to shopping for cleaning supplies. you didn’t think that was true, but you let him have his excuse.) your heart fluttered regardless, the silence had been shattered, broken, gone. and it had been him who'd ended it.

you placed your shoes and coat aside, stepping towards the location of the voice. Despite Saeyoung having seemingly insane amounts of items – it always felt empty. maybe that’s why had so many. but, it was nice to see it filled slightly. keys in a bowl on a table, coats hung up, a vase of flowers. daffodils. “new beginning” – that was one of their meanings, and you spoke it aloud, throwing it into the silence without expecting a reply.

“Yes.” you turned in surprise, jumping slightly, and meeting his curious gaze. “you remember?”

“of course. don’t they also have other meanings? self-love was one.”

he nodded, “yeah. ironic, because they also mean unrequited love.”

“and... 'you’re the only one'. perhaps they mean finding a new start in loving yourself, finding comfort and joy with yourself, even if the one you love doesn’t feel the same. but... not forgetting them. ‘the sun shines when i’m with you' – you still stay with them. because you ... care for them.” you spoke softly, staring at the bright petals. you quickly turned to him again, and his gaze was soft, maybe bittersweet. “ah, sorry, i didn’t mean to ramble.” yeah, indirectly ramble about your own feelings to the man, you hoped he didn’t pick up on it. you didn’t expect him to return those feelings, and he was still recovering anyways. you didn't want to bring it up now, not now. possible never.

“it’s fine. i’m pleased you like them and remember the meanings. you’re correct by the way, it holds a very deep meaning.” he thought for a moment, and then gestured for you to follow him. “come. i was watering a new one.”

“the chrysanthemums?”

“yes!” his eyes shone when he looked at you, and you couldn’t hold back your bright smile at the sight. he was pretty. and he was so much more lively than before, his hair dyed back to that akin to his brother's , beautiful and vibrant. it was amusing that you were thinking of his hair, considering the flowers he showed you were the same colour.

"they're beautiful..." you mused, leaning down to stare properly. "what do these ones mean?" each flower he had planted held a different meaning, they were all so colourful, yet they stood out from the other, while also blending together nicely. it gave the place so much life. and he looked so peaceful when he talked about them. "these mean...'you're a wonderful friend'. i..." he hesitated, glancing over at you.

"...you?"

"nothing, never mind."

"ah." comfortable silence fell over you both. "the colour."

"hm?"

"does the colour of the flower mean anything?"

"it means... 'I love'"

"thats nice. i like that."

"it's for you. the flower, i mean."

he wasn't looking at you. you knew exactly what he mean. "you...?"

"you don't need to say anything. it has two meanings, take it as either."

"can i take it as both?" his eyes snapped to you, brilliant mint staring directly at you. "saeran, i love you, as well."

"you...do..?"

"i love you." he blinked for a second, and then smiled. he smiled, and it was so pretty you couldn't help but lean forward towards him, pressing a light kiss to his cheek, his cheeks turning almost the same colour as the flowers in the pot, or the new colour of his hair.

"the daffodils," he whispered. "they were a reminder of you as well. i didn't know if you felt the same, i didn't intend to tell you at first. but now... i thought that if you didn't, at least i'd have confirmation." his voice was so quiet, something low, barely there, as though this was a dream and he'd wake up soon. quiet enough, that only you heard him.

devil

(tw for self-harm. this is extremely self-indulgent. read at your own risk.)

Devil.

Her core, her soul, the very depth of her being, was a creature that had no right to see the light.

Usually, she could fight it. Usually, she could resist it. Usually, she could deny it.

But nighttime was when her demons were strongest, and she couldn’t always resist their allure. It was so easy to give into those voices, those whispers at the back of her mind that assured her that these actions were necessary for her survival. The devil inside of her had kept her alive for this long, so why would it ever try to deceive her now?

Nevertheless, as Rika looked down at the blood welling on her soft, thin, porcelain skin, she slowly came to realize that for once, her devil might have grown a little too strong.

A sharp wail escaped her lips, and the offender dropped from her hand to the floor with a clatter. She immediately clamped her free hand over her mouth, trying to muffle her cries. She couldn’t, shouldn’t, wouldn’t accept this. She could brush it off. She could pretend it never happened.

She hadn’t ever imagined that her devil would take a tangible form, but it had left a kiss on her wrist that she couldn’t ignore.

“Rika?”

A voice sounded from outside the bathroom door, followed by a sharp knock. The sound managed to strike Rika’s core, piercing even through her foggy mind and her shaky body. Hastily, the blonde ran her hands underneath the sink, eager to wash away the evidence. Rinse, rinse… Maybe a splash of soap, to ensure she was effectively clean. She needed to scrub away the darkness that she tried so desperately to keep hidden.

But as she pumped the soap onto her tender skin, the stinging that resulted made her whimper despite herself.

“Rika?” the voice called again, a little more frantically this time. “It’s me, V. Are you okay?”

Rika began to scramble through the drawers and cabinets, knowing that somewhere, somehow, the couple must have had a first aid kit in here. V was cautious—almost overly so—and every time that Rika complained she felt ill, whether it was a physical or emotional pain, her lover always seemed to be able to withdraw some sort of medicine to soothe her, some sort of bandage to patch her up.

She usually refused, not wanting to mess with her mind or body in the slightest, but for once, she was willing to accept the fact that she needed assistance. Normally, she wanted to keep that devil alive and well, strong enough to defend her from whatever the world may throw at her.

This time, though, that savior inside her had betrayed her, and she needed to bring it back within her power.

“Rika!”

“I-I-I… I need…” She tried to sputter out some words, some sort of answer to V to let him know that she was alive and well.

Was she really well, though?

“… a m-m-moment,” she stammered at last. She thought the sentence came from her, anyway; that voice sounded like it belonged to her, but in her dazed mind and through her ringing ears, pounding with the vibrations of her intense heartbeat, it felt so far away, as though it were coming from somewhere else.

V didn’t respond to that; he fell silent, finally, and all that Rika could hear was a soft exhale. He must have been relieved that she had answered, as distorted and shaky as it was, and so he was willing to give her the space she needed until she was ready once again. He was always so considerate of her, always trying to appease her darkness and bathe her in a glowing light.

Normally, her devil resented that light, that glow, that searing heat… but Rika, for once, was grateful to know the sun was right outside her door, ready to banish away the demons that had overpowered her.

A little bit of pressure was all it took to stop the bleeding, and finally Rika allowed herself to crack the door open. She waved at him with her dominant hand, keeping the other one tucked behind her back. “I… I saw a bug.” Some woman’s voice was trying to excuse the shrieking that had taken place, and deep down, Rika knew that this feeble fib would never convince him. She wanted to be hopeful, though. She didn’t want anyone—not even V—to know the extent of her struggles.

But as V’s minty gaze flickered to her hidden hand, to the razor on the floor, and finally to the swelling around the young woman’s eyes, he looked as though he’d managed to piece together exactly what had taken place in here.

“It’s okay.”

How could two simple words break her down?

Rika at once leaned forward and buried her face in his chest, sniffling and sobbing. Her tears were soaking into his shirt, but he didn’t seem to mind. The young man just ran a hand through her soft curls and pulled her in at the waist, massaging little circles into the small of her back. “You don’t have to be strong for me, Rika.”

With a whimper, she lifted her head and gazed up at him with tearful emerald eyes. “I… She… I…” Who should she blame? Was this the doing of Rika, or of… something else entirely?

No, this was Rika. This was a part of her that she tried so desperately to keep hidden. The part of her that V had tried to kill, time and time again, by trying to force her to expose it and unravel it.

But right now, Rika was willing to throw herself into his arms, if only to hear the words she so desperately needed to hear.

“I love you, Rika. Nothing you do will ever change that.”

Could she trust his words?

At this moment, did she have a choice?

“Let me see.”

Immediately Rika leaped back, cowering away from him, clutching her wound in her good hand and turning away so that he couldn’t get even a glimpse. “It’s fine…” she murmured, but as she removed her hand from her wrist and saw the little specks of blood that splattered her fingertips, she couldn’t fight back the sob that followed.

“Antibacterial cream and bandages,” V suggested softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “We have some in here.”

The blue-haired young man withdrew a small tube of ointment and a box of bandages from one of the drawers, and Rika cursed herself silently for not being able to find them sooner. Begrudgingly, she held her arm out to him, and upon seeing the subtle raise of his eyebrows and the softening of his gaze, she felt tears begin to brim along the corners of her eyes again.

“V, you need to promise me something,” she whispered as he began to rub the ointment into her skin. The pressure against her wound made her flinch, but she bit her lip and tried to keep herself steady. “You won’t tell anyone, especially not the RFA. Not even Jumin.”

Concern and doubt flickered across his eyes, but V nodded slowly. “You don’t want them to see you like this,” he guessed.

“I’m their sun, V.”

“Sometimes there’s a solar eclipse, Rika.”

Their silence coated the air for a moment as V gently stuck the bandage onto her wrist, careful to ensure he could cover the entirety of her injury. It was small, but significant. It was dainty, but deep.

Rika couldn’t fight back the gasp that slowly seeped out of her lungs as her lover gently applied his lips to the surface of the bandage. “You are my sun,” he whispered as he pulled back, and he gently took her hand in both of his. “Nothing you do will make me stop seeking your light.”

Light… even like this? Was there any light in her at all?

“I don’t understand you,” she grumbled. “I don’t understand how you could love a devil like me.”

“I’m not asking you to understand,” he told her simply. “I’m asking you to trust me.”

With a nod of her head and a dull ache in her chest,

Rika leaned into V’s warm, comforting embrace.

With the power of love, and after a quick rest,

Maybe, her demons she would be able to face.

My impression of V's route

guys calm down, this is what actually happens in mizu5

so i saw this tiktok the other day (pics above ^ saved from the tt, full credit to creator) and im just 😭 bc i also always assumed ena was peeking into mizuki’s cute room but it’s so true she’s peeking OUT, staring at the hidden darkness no one sees 😭 that’s why mizu5 cards calls back to the secret distance card… not just bc of plot relevance but it’s also a continuation of ena’s card we finally see what she sees… it was there the whole time. mizuki’s dysphoria and self hatred and fear all so well hidden, seen by none. but ena caught a glimpse on that train. and she sees it in full now. goddd im insane ena5 will murder me send help

2wink are like if the planes that hit the twin towers reincarnated as anime boys or something

Getting serious for a moment this means nothing to anyone but peoplw make madakana so one sided which is special and painful but to some extent (specifically in regards to them caring about each other) untrue especially in it's current state they deeply care for each other you dont get it. It is very bittersweet and the time kanata spent sort of resentful of him was really good and really painful but he acknowledges him as his savior even if madara refused to its really good and bittersweet either way they are so important to each other as characters and as people and even in meteor impact after being almost cruel to him he still shows care for him in a way. Theres just something really wrong with both of them (which is so good) Whatever. Kicks rock

This unlocked my inner Madakana analysis brain because they're the character opposites. Foils even. They're the same deep down in always wanting, only being together via that wanting and always effecting the other. (The 3rd part and relationship are so meteor impact)