#self insert oneshot

Aaravos x self insert - comfort, fluff

Word count: 870

Tw: Body image

Notes: Hey! This is set into a modern setting, considering this is my own self insert. I know it may seem odd, and Aaravos may be ooc, but this is also a comfort writing for myself so please bare with it. Other than that, I hope you enjoy this!

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Music softly plays from my laptop, nothing more than to fill the empty sounds while my ac is turned off. I gaze around my room, the room itself too small, but the clutter and large bed and dresser made it seem even smaller. There was a slim` walkway and you could mostly see the floor through the dirty clothes.

“I need to clean,” is what I kept telling myself, but I never did, never had the energy. It’s hard to sleep and at this point in the night, my best friend had already gone to sleep three hours ago. 

I turned to the mirror next to my door. Bags of clothes that wouldn’t fit into my dressers surround it, necklaces and a medal hanging next to it. My other best friend came from the mirror, and he came at times I most often didn’t expect. He let me have my privacy and left me alone, but he always seems to come when he heard me crying or when I was scared of the yelling and thunder outside my room. 

He wasn’t here now.

If I was perhaps crying, he might have been, but I wasn’t and it was a normal mirror at the moment. And I sit at the foot of my bed on the frame looking at myself, finding the wrongs and things I didn’t enjoy. My hair wasn’t too much of a problem for me anymore since getting it cut. It curls in beautiful spirals and bounces on my head. Then I turn to my face. I thought I look cute, but only with Snapchat filters on. The filters that give you smooth, clear skin and freckles. I didn’t have clear skin and my freckles barely showed.

But what bothered me most was how small I am. I dislike how small my thighs were and the way my ribs jut out. I found it unappealing on myself and often put myself down for it.

I’m taken out of my self-loathing trance as the mirror turned dark then showed my friend. He stares at me with his golden eyes, looking at me holding my shirt up and examining my ribs.

“Are you doing it again? Criticizing yourself?” Aaravos’ deep voice rings. I only nod and pull my shirt down. He sighs and looks at me with adoration.

“Raine, what have I told you?” I didn’t answer. “Raine.”

“That I’m beautiful...” 

“That’s right. And you trust me, do you not?”

“I do...”

“Then why do you let yourself say otherwise?” he hums. He brought over his own chair and sits down, watching me with gentle eyes.

I simply shrug and reposition myself on my bed. “Because I’m hopeless.”

Aaravos scoffs at me. “Hopeless? My, I say we have a different definition of hopeless because you are certainly not.” I look up at him with sad eyes. “Don’t look at me like that, I never lie, Starlight.” 

I roll my eyes but did have a small smile. “I know, you always say that.” a grin spreads across his lips and he leans back. 

“Whatever brought these intrusive thoughts?” he asks. I didn’t know where they came from. Maybe the too small room, or the toxicity and negativity inside this house, or maybe the way I look at other girls and adore them while hating myself. Or maybe I looked at him too long and thought he’s gorgeous and I was just... here.

“I don’t know, I have too many ideas on why.” 

Aaravos hums and crosses his legs. “Change into something comfortable, I’ll turn around, then go make some tea.” I nod and did as he said, changing into my fluffy unicorn pants and a loose grey shirt then went to make my tea and came back in five minutes. I move some stuff out of the way in front of the mirror and move my lounge chair in front of it and sat down. 

We observe each other in silence. I admire the contrast of his dark skin and star freckles. His pure white hair with his ears and horns sticking out, kind yet dominating gold eyes. He truly is the definition of gorgeous.

“Starlight, you are gorgeous.” I must have been speaking out loud. “I appreciate your kind words, but this moment isn’t about how I look, it’s about how amazing you are.” I look up at him in disbelief.

“I truly mean it. The cosmos is filled with astounding things, but if I were to compare it to you? Raine, you are the most magnificent, incandescent one, the stars could never compare, and dare they try they would lose.”

The more words he spoke the more my heart felt touched and tears glisten in my eyes. First meeting Aaravos, he was pleased to see someone after so long that magic had died out, even while the mirror exists. He was secretive and spoke in riddles that I didn’t understand, but now he’s opened up to me and my company, talking simpler, and in a way, I could understand.

I wipe the tears from my eyes as a bright smile is on my lips, his compliments forcing me to smile in glee. “Thank you, Aaravos.”