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choose your hero!nct127

ﾐ☆ genre: punch inspired!au, video game au!, superhero au!

ﾐ☆ word count: 7k

ﾐ☆ warnings: mentions of greatest fears and nightmares, fighting, death, light smut but nothing too vivid, and sm ceo and dispatch make an appearance ew i know

ﾐ☆ author’s note: ah my first nct 127 headcanon and second creation on this site! yes i know it’s been a long time coming since punch dropped but ever since i saw the music video, this idea popped into my head. i heard of other nctzens talking about this aesthetic when mentioning the mv, but hopefully you like my take on it! please enjoy and look forward to more writing from me in the future! thank you so much! ps this is not proof read yikes sorry

Velvet clouds of psychedelic purple with the scattered rays of sunset hues made an unnatural background for the logo’s electric lettering with lightning strokes cracking the static screen in your stuffy apartment. Outside was a different matter. A thunderstorm jolted the placid crimson sky to a violet that only nature could create, although the graphic designers of PUNCH: NCT 127 came close. It was rather befitting for the stark opposition of the hurricane raging outside to the retro sparking aesthetic that you’ve witnessed for the ninth time, and it was the most pivotal. It was as if the thunder was the applause, the lightning rallying behind you, the pelting of the raindrops reverberating the hammering of your heart. Almost victorious in a way, the non-player hero that lurked in the background of the other eight paths taken would finally be the alternate hero to your player. He was a prize in the reverie that you constructed solely from his brief bio to the artificial mannerisms and quotes that he generated in the story lines which enabled you to project your fantasy on mundane men. The comparison was cruel, fictional characters were even crueler. Nimble fingers and darting eyes fell into a comfortable routine, familiar with the introduction story, it was a race between the controller’s buttons and the spiteful lightning that would sever the power.

[FOR OFFICIAL USE ONLY]

[PROPERTY OF THE NCT 127 DIVISION UNDER THE SM AGENCY]

PRIORITY IDENTIFICATION

[NAME]...F/N L/N

[ID #]...07201607

[STATUS]...Active

[CLASS]...Agent

[ALIAS]...Punch

[TEAM AFFILIATION]...N/A

Welcome to the NCT 127 Division, Agent L/N. I am Lee Soo-Man, the Director of the SM Agency and your guide for your latest mission: THE FINAL ROUND. On behalf of the whole SM community, we apologize for the abrupt summoning, but your presence and skills are crucial if we are going to defeat the DISPATCH terrorist. For too long, the person that cowers behind the mask that claims itself DISPATCH has tormented South Korea for too long, and only you can stop them. It cannot be done alone though, if you so choose to take on this responsibility, I will assign one of the nine superheroes of your picking to share this task. Do you accept it?

CLICK [YES] TO CONTINUE

CLICK [NO] TO RESTART

I am pleased that you have accepted the assignment. For the duration of the mission, the NEO ZONE will be the location of the base for you and your partner. Intel, equipment, and training will be at both of your disposals. Now that you have been briefed on all inner workings of the mission and the NEO ZONE, there is one last obstacle until you defeat the enemy. The selection of your partner is based on compatibility and trust, I implore you to consider wisely until you make a final decision. The designated superhero of your liking will be under one of two teams, FUTURE OR DREAMER. Both equally beneficial, but the bonds of loyalty run deep between the members, you have to determine which one of their morals you value more. Heed my warning though, with the right set of skills and talent, you and your partner will be unstoppable but tread lightly your connection with him. After all, you are his only weakness. Which team and hero will you choose?

CLICK [TEAM FUTURE]

CLICK [TEAM DREAMER]

You now have the option to choose your hero.

Before your perplexed mind could comprehend the change of dialogue, a streak of lightning had pierced the stillness of the undisturbed bedroom and released the tempest that was once contained to reality. With the abundance of consuming darkness, shards of glass pricking your paling skin, and tree branches pounding for entry--your white knuckles and twitching eyes fathomed the only connection you had with actuality; a plastic controller and the flickering avatar of your destined hero you chose only seconds before. Your heart had been thumping, not from the anticipation of a new adventure, no, it was pure fear that jolted your numbed muscles to sprint to sanctuary. The thunderstorm mocked your failed attempt at fleeing as another surge of electricity enveloped the room in white and sparks rippled at your ankles as you ran away but the tethering currents from the screen wrenched you back.

SOUL TRANSFUSION NOW COMPLETE_

Team Future

Taeil

Power: Pyrokinesis

A very vocal opponent when he’s on the battlefield, you might be on the other side of the area but you can always figure out where he is located by listening to his strange grunt/growl combos, enemies usually have to process the inhuman sound that came out of a small man but you just roll your eyes and toothy grin grows as you run to him for back up

Says “let’s get it!” any chance he gets, always attempts to make it your team chant before going on a mission but everyone votes no, even you

Loves to wear long sleeves as a staple piece of clothing despite his already burning temperature, he claims it eases him as if it were security blanket, and he enjoys when you tell him he looks adorable with his sleeved paws

During winter though, he always has to stock up on sweaters because you are always stealing them, whether it’s the feeling of his residual heat ghosting over your skin or look of complete adoration glazing over his eyes as he devours that look of yours, it’s a great excuse to wear one

If you had to assign ‘roles’ in the relationship, you would so be a top, he’s the most chill boy out there as you throw tantrums or squeal out of pure joy when you are finally promoted, it’s either purring hums out of his mouth or a silly smile as he gazes at you

Physical affection is minimal between you two unless you initiate it, but it’s mostly wrapping his arm around you, it’s in no way conveying that he doesn’t love you, but rather love to him is experiencing moments with you, making memories while watching a funny movie or dancing horribly to a playlist he created

An exception is when you end up falling asleep on the couch as you two watch a movie, he secretly loves to carry you back to bed as he tucks you in and truly soaks in what you mean to him

His hair gradually transitioned to its current red as his powers grew throughout the years and he would always dye it but his genes overpowered any artificial color, not until you said you liked his hair like that, he decided to keep it

King of making you smile especially when you are down, he can’t stand seeing you sad so he insists on becoming a goofball until your sides hurt from laughing so hard

Takes training way too seriously, you always start off competing but by like the 100th crunch you are wiped but he’s still going

Becomes sulky when his Disney Hades costume doesn’t come out as planned because his fire is red and not blue, but it was the best decision ever when you suggested Ghost Rider for the Halloween party, Taeil never looked better with just a leather jacket covering his bare skin

You finally convinced the clothing department to give you a fireproof uniform because Taeil has really bad aim, and your clothes are rags after a mission

Figured out you had a crush on Zuko when you were younger, so he would rewatch it with you and definitely cosplay Zuko, perhaps even role play with it if it’s something you were into

Having sex with Taeil was searing pain shooting through your thighs, tender love handles, heaving chests and lactic acid seeping through your muscles as he cheered you onto the last lap--it was a workout in itself with a sweltering room that reflected his aroused emotions

Both of you are constantly battling, whether it’s a rap battle or a cooking battle, Taeil is in love with the passionate side of you

Breakfast in bed is a tradition held during the weekends, he says he loves to spoil you but he just loves tasting his own food while you give him compliments on how delicious it is

Taeil is usually saved as a last resort for dangerous group missions, you’ve heard stories of his past battles as if he were legend already, but you’ve only witnessed his true power once by scorching down the enemy in one go, flames clawing his body as the inner glow within him exploded like he was a supernova--someone had to drag you out before the building collapsed on itself from the stifling heat and the roaring fire

You pinch his bouncy cheeks as often as possible just to see him roll his eyes while he fights off the widening smirk that makes his doe eyes curve into crescents, but it’s the blooming crimson of his cheeks that you indulge in, lightly sizzling your fingertips until you can’t take the pain any longer and yelp slips out, but Taeil swiftly swoops in and kisses your fingertips in an apology, it was a good pain though

It’s a normal night for both of you, 2 AM and your blabbering about everything and nothing, and Taeil always ends up the saying the same line to you as he coaxes you to sleep because he knows how grumpy you become in the morning, “I’m grateful we’re together, who would make you a fire if you were stranded on a deserted island? You definitely can’t, so, hmm, I guess it has to be me”

Johnny

Power: Lycanthropy

You’d suspect him to be bear when he morphed with his build and height, but he’s a hulking chestnut brown wolf with gentle eyes

Basically a puppy on steroids always expects a treat and good belly rub after eviscerating all his targets

Has the ability to shift at will, so during winter nights you can find him nestled around you for added warmth

During the colder months, he usually wears knitted sweaters and oversized coats in his human form because it reminds him of his fur, and he claims he likes to keep you warm while he holds you in any form

Creates video tutorials of both of you sparring with each other, lots of constructive criticism and compliments on your ‘form’

Begs you to ride him into a mission just for the sake of it, he can so see you as a badass warrior on their monstrous steed

Johnny’s favorite time of day is during the end when you wind down with him and you tell him every detail of your day despite you two being joined at the hip as partners

Always asks questions out of plain curiosity and simply in love with the sound of your voice, it’s the equivalent of you petting his sweet spot on the back of his ear

Without a doubt, he howls in bed while having sex, he’s always teetering the edge of shifting and even though you repeatedly tell him it’s fine to let go, the splintered wood of the headboard and floating feathers of a slashed pillow is evidence of how much concentration he puts in to keep you safe

Manicures and pedicures on a regular basis in the Suh household got to keep those claws clean

Adamant about not getting a pet dog with you, his excuse is he would get too jealous of another canine but his stance is weakening with your improved puppy dog eyes

Multiple jokes about ‘starting a pack’ with you

While in his wolf form, he can understand human language but he doesn’t have the ability to communicate, so both of you rely on subtle gestures

Naturally has a small smile, always nudges you with his snout, and whenever you make a joke to him, he bears his canines that are frightening to most but to you it’s comforting

Johnny’s greatest fear is if you two are ever in an argument and his anger blinds him to the point of him unconsciously shifting and accidentally harming you

Even clumsier in his wolf form, he doesn’t realize actually how massive he is which makes him a hazard to normal-sized beings

Gets most of his stances and moves from the wolves from the twilight series, he won’t admit but he’s certainly inspired by them

Sexual appetite is at a peak when the full moon comes out, growl central!!

The most treasured item you two have is a portrait of wolf-Johnny on his hind legs, attacking your face with slobbering kisses and you grinning brightly because nothing can compare to the bliss of that snapshot

Taeyong

Power: Superhuman Speed

After every assignment, Taeyong’s personal mission is to dote on you, this usually happens by using a covering or his own jacket and slinging it over your shoulders, if there is grime or blood on it, he lets out soft ‘sorry’ even though you always tell him not to

He knows it’s his job, he understands the need, but that doesn’t mean he is comfortable with the bloody side of it, and so he loves talking to you after incidents, your voice is soothing and it helps him process all the trauma, he says it’s for your sake but you know in these moments you are his crutch and you gladly accept the job

Naturally, a faster walker than you so he always manages to be a few feet ahead of you, but when he sees you fall behind, he holds your hand and tugs lightly while matching your pace

After enhancing his speed, he always has flushed cheeks and a glossy sheen across his forehead, so you make it a habit to kiss his forehead, cheeks, and lips to cool him down

It doesn’t work, his heart his pulsating harder than ever and does that exasperated airy laugh as an attempt to stabilize his heightened emotions while walking away so you don’t witness his even redder face

You give him piggyback rides after missions, his energy is basically depleted by then, so a jacket for a piggyback ride seems like a fair deal even though he fights you the whole way but you know he adores being cared for

You were the one to convince him to dye his hair pink in an effort to have an easier time spotting him during assignments and now he’s pink blur racing off to defeat villains

When he lightly peppers kisses on your face, the smacks get louder until he finally lands on your lips and it’s the most exaggerated sloppy sound he can make while he squeezes your cheeks

Weekdays for him are for cooking dinner, and you occasionally join to help him but mostly it’s him feeding you bits asking if everything is seasoned well and by the end, he is cursing because half the dinner is already gone

Type of boyfriend to remember you mentioning something you like and a few days later, he buys it for you or he randomly buys you things that remind him of you and leaves it for you as a surprise

Always doodling on you or leaving you notes with drawings so he can remind you that he loves you or to hydrate

After stressful missions, he just plops on top of you, his nose inhaling your scent as he forces his heart to match your rhythm, it lasts for about twenty minutes or until he can finally recharge

Taeyong’s gym locker in the NeoZone is plastered with couple photos of you two and photos of you modeling or candid while he directed you with his camera

The only way you can convince him to give you ten more pushups or five more pullups is if you bribe him with kisses and it always works

Very sacrificial, it’s one of his main flaws, he’ll get super flustered and annoyed when he sees you in the line of fire, so he’ll ultimately take all the heat and scold you after to put yourself first

His face usually has a cold blank stare to it as he observes his surroundings but once you collide into him and coil your arm around his, he grows this massive grin that only you can create

Never takes advantage of his speed with you, his surroundings are always in a constant race and he’s always anticipating the next move, but with you, your a serene presence washing over him; calming him, grounding him to capture every moment of you so it isn’t a blur but a vivid mural

Definitely tender and sensual in bed, once tried to spice things up by using his speed but he almost broke you, so now he only changes his pace if you request it

With your head on his chest every night, the last thing you hear before you fall asleep is the rapid thumping of his heart; it’s the only lullaby you’ll ever need

Yuta

Power: Supernatural Swordsmanship

Cut his hair with his kodachi and you most definitely needed to clean up the edges

Villains dread combating with Yuta, not just because he’s insane with a sword but he only talks about you and your relationship while fighting as if the opponent will answer his question of whether he should give you a cookie or ice cream cake for your birthday or even both

Rather than making you feel better when you feel down, he would be your soundboard, a shoulder to cry one, a great pair of ears; patience and multiple ‘mhms’ as you unravel your worries while his fingers swirl on your thigh and he kisses your temple

You two could be on opposite sides of the room but his eyes would always gravitate to you and he would wait until you notice so he could meet your gaze and he would do the dorkiest faces, especially his famous lion rawr aegyo, it makes you realize how good of a father he would be

Goes wild when he sees your body tremble beneath him as the cold metal of the kodachi glides along your skin

The only thing rivaling his love for you is his love for his katana, it’s bond that can never be severed and it’s a trust that only develops between soulmates, you could never understand but you accept and allow it to be the third partner in the relationship

It shouldn’t be possible for Yuta to look like a prince walking out of an otome game right after a battle, but there he is, glistening skin with swept hair and twinkling eyes as he sheathes his katana across his back as if he’s going to ride his horse in the Sengoku period

It’s usual occurrence to catch him absentmindedly talking to his katana, you wouldn’t be surprised if it could talk back, he can summon it by hand already, that sword and he shares one brain cell but he usually uses it as a mirror

You’re a killer couple, not only with looks and fashion but it’s quite a sight to experience as you shoot a bullet to his katana so it can ricochet at a target eighty feet away

Manages a rigorous training session before you wake up and when he’s done, he ends up collapsing on top with his sticky body as you screech at him to get off

The training facility in the NeoZone is rarely used because Yuta is a big believer in fresh air and beautiful scenery will motivate you more, so your sparring on the edge of cliffs and sprinting along the seaside

Alternates between reading books with you outside in your backyard with a makeshift picnic or both of you cuddled in bed with the open windows and the only source of light is the sun

If you have missions abroad, he convinces the agency to always give both of you one day free so you can act like tourists, nobody can say no to his dashing good looks and he knows it

One year for Christmas, you got him custom made tiny katana earrings and it’s literally the one pair he uses now, at least on his lobe

Yuta isn’t the overbearing type when it comes to jealousy, he shouldn’t have a say in what gender your friends are but when he sees a certain person obviously flirting with you it just takes slight glint of his katana to blind the intruder and they are already scurrying off

Gets a kick out of playing real-life fruit ninja

Decided to shave a slit in his eyebrow with his katana one spontaneous night, he got out of the bathroom with a huge grin and asked, “does this make me look more badass?”

Your hands always end up somewhere around his stomach, gliding across the lean muscles, squeezing around his hips, twiddling his piercing, you name it, you can’t keep your hands off him

Nakamoto Yuta is a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, the pang of fear thrills you as you witness his lack of mercy and fiery anger at injustice as he slaughters anyone that stands before him, but that wicked glint in his eye softens just for you and then you see the scrawling of your name engraved on the hilt of the katana, and you know you are the only one that knows the true Yuta and you feel so blessed

Doyoung

Power: Precognition

You beg him every possible waking minute for him to allow you to do his makeup if only to contour his insanely sharp cheekbones, he finally relents but he has a scowl on his face the whole time

You’ve become quite a baker with Doyoung but he always has to guide you so his arms snake around your waist as an excuse yet he acts completely innocent when he knows it makes you distracted

Playlist for every occasion, especially when he’s having sex with you, the house ends up feeling hollow whenever he’s away without his angelic voice but to your surprise, Doyoung leaves you secret audio files lulling you in a trance

His mouth becomes a cherished part for you, especially the way the corners of his lips curl up naturally, the small smirk instantly widening when in front of food, or the blinding white teeth as he’s gritting them when approaching an orgasm or laughing at you, not with you

It takes about five minutes for Doyoung to arrange his plushies in the right position so you both don’t ruin them as you cuddle

One arm draped over a plush and the other wrapped around your back, or him in a fetal position with his plush embraced into his chest as you act as the big spoon

Hand holding is strictly for the bedroom with him, but he knows you admire his hands often, so he’ll have him some type of connection with you when out in public; whether it’s his pinkies wrapped around yours, curved into the loop of your pants, or his delicate veiny hand wrapping around your sleeve

End up catching him more than once, gushing over the phone with his brother about how in love he is with you and you may not lurk in the background for a few minutes until you interrupt the conversation by saying hi to Donghyun

Downtime for you two is building a puzzle, coloring some pages, playing board games and him smug with his victory, watching some documentaries or kdramas, and if you two bought some new furniture for your renovating house, he would most definitely want to do it by himself as you laugh while handing him pieces

Manages to still be shy when you both kiss, it’s you who initiates the subtle peck on his pouting lips, but soon the soft curve of his lips invites you more while your hands cup his warming cheeks--he’s a contradiction of being timid but with all the confidence as he nibbles your lips as if you were a delicacy

Training for you two equals nap time, his power allows him to rely on his mind rather than his body, so when you ultimately force yourself to exercise, Doyoung is laying on the couch, lazily cheering you on

Always giving you little compliments in your earpiece as he guides you around for a recon mission, and still holds his breath when he tells you about the unforeseen event that you need to be prepared for even though he knows you can handle it with ease

Studies multitudes of intel before a mission because he can never be too prepared, and it eases his nerves knowing that he can take every precaution in ensuring your safety

Would dedicate a photo album of himself on your phone, and even send you his recent selfies, telling you to choose one of them as an updated contact photo

You clown him 24/7 but he clowns you right back, it’s always a constant playful banter between you two, his eyebrows would furrow when you called him cute, the trembling of lips broke his facade, and when he does it to you, you essentially become his baby as he bites your cheeks but tell no one or he would deny it

From the moment you two wake up until you both arrive at headquarters, he has sullen look across his features, he would brush his lips across your temple and a hoarse good morning would escape his mouth in a notion to acknowledge you, but until he gets coffee in his system his energy hasn’t been restored yet, but your use to it as you tug him to the break room with his lidded eyes

Alone time is a must for you two, it could be both of you in the same room doing your own thing without communication or different parts of the house or mostly you would leave to run errands and Doyoung stuck in his room, but at the end of the day he crawls to you and says a small ‘hey’ as if his day just started from the moment he set eyes on you

Doyoung was always on alert, aware of incoming predictions that he had no say in but easily accepted, it’s a strain on his mental being, a reason why he needs to center himself by being alone, but then you come

Your blank, just like him, you’re unpredictable and foreign to him, but it’s not until you two kiss for the first time, that a hazy premonition reveals itself in a form of two children that share your hair but his feline eyes, it’s fragile though and uncharted, he knows that he needs to do right by you to get to the last level that seemed like paradise to him

Team Dreamer

Jaehyun

Power/Being: Android

During his exoskeleton stage, Jaehyun requested that the scientists create dimples during his living tissue transplant because he heard “they’re to die for”

Definitely thought it was a weapon utilized to kill his enemies

You make a habit to poke at his dimples until you feel the exoskeleton underneath, an oddly comforting sensation that makes you realize that Jaehyun doesn’t have a heart but his actions say otherwise

Literally the personification of steam coming out of ears in cartoons with scalding red tips, this only happens when you’re in danger or when he sees you in what he perceives as provocative

It took five hours to draw an array of tattoos on him for a disguise on a reconnaissance mission, and a certain neck tattoo was going to make you abandon the mission and your sanity

Sadly, he had to erase them because the “the bad boy” persona was an official disguise in his hardware and couldn’t be revealed to the public

Jaehyun kept one design, however, a soft beauty mark on the apple of his left cheek, he claims it’s your signature as his owner but you like the word partner better

Programs all your training sessions and signature moves to his hard drive because he believes there is no better instructor than you (except Bruce Lee)

The first time you helped him clean his internal munition unit, you couldn’t decipher any of the weapons so you gave them your own personal nicknames, he kept correcting you but he got tired so he now calls them “wholly fist” and “boom boom pow by the BEP”

You joke around with him that because he was created on valentine’s day, he should be credited as a sexbot but he always frowned at that comment until he figured out he could turn the tables on you by saying “I could be your sexbot”

Whenever he sees another person eyeing you in what he perceives is attraction, he activates his instant kill function with laser red eyes and declaring “target locked”

Suave and intimidating when you two first meet but truly transformed into a ‘soft boy’ after downloading your Pinterest board

Whenever both of you are out in public, eyes ogle him and mouths gawk, but Jaehyun is oblivious to it all until he turns to someone and starts up the most wholesome conversation about something mundane and you know that person melts with ease because Jaehyun was built to reflect human nature, but he was doing better than most in your opinion

Lots of arcade dates with him, he quickly figured out the algorithm of each game just so he can overflow you with gifts and so he can show off his basketballs skills because he knows you love eyeing his arms in action

When he’s with you though, he’d rather listen and absorb every action and word that you produce, he wants to immerse himself in you because he truly believes that you are all that is good about humankind

Archives every single detail that you speak, and replays it for you when you forget something or to prove you wrong, there is no in-between

Robot sex!!!! That drilling option though...oof

The moment he realizes the blaring internal alarm warning him of his elevated temperature and the shorted circuits whenever you are near, he correlates it to what humans label “love” so he downloads files on expressing these so-called feelings

Instead of saying “I love you”, he says “I dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin you” when he first confesses, and you assume there is a chemical imbalance within him so you rush him to the infirmary but for the first time, Jaehyun stalls and his eyes are clouded with retrieved information glowing neon green until he settles on “I love...I love...I love you” (yes, he stole it from Mr. Darcy, so sue him, he’s a fracking android)

Jaehyun sometimes doubts his ability to love you and even you sometimes question if you can love a piece of metal, but then you observe him before he joins you in bed that he triples check his instant kill function is disabled and he gushes about the new song he discovered and you are so sure that he was made for you

Jungwoo

Power: Lightning Bolt Projection

Gets easily flustered with the most pouty lip ever when you call him ‘Zeus’, it was his failed superhero name when he was trainee, but to you, he is much better than that jerk of a Greek god

Dressed up as the actual Zeus once for the office Halloween party and the year after that as a lightning bolt and you a storm cloud

Whenever Jungwoo craves attention but you’re occupied with another task, he repeatedly zaps you, not enough to harm, but until you cave in yet when you want to be annoyed with him, his owlish eyes and trembling lips easily subdue you

Your shoulder is a sacred space for him, it's the perfect fit for his head to settle in with a toothy grin and the warmest ‘mhms’ as he listens to you speak

Jungwoo was never much of a fighter, his powers were swift enough to eradicate enemies with not much mobility, but training sessions with you were more than enough of an excuse to spend time with you

Lately, your skin has been electrifying, not only the amorous glow you were emitting, but everyone you came in contact with felt a slight spark

Hair treatments are a must, the frizz is wild with Jungwoo, you really need to ask about his hair products because his hair so fluffy despite the amplitude of currents running through him

While brushing your teeth with him, he always shoots out finger hearts to you and winks through the mirror, it’s a great way to start the day

Never felt more grateful for his power until you were attacked on an assignment and your heart failed, it took four shocks to revive you with streams of tears and muttering to any God to hear his prayer

He’s most himself in the rain, umbrellas have never been on your shopping list

Definitely shoots bolts out of his finger guns and then blows on them afterward, if he’s feeling flirty, an added wink explodes your heart

Your biggest cheerleader when you are kicking ass during a mission

It’s a tradition for him to rake his fingers over your back with slight ripples of electricity while you cuddle in bed, it does wonders to relax your muscles

It’s been months of practice to improve his bolt voltage and range, but he finally managed to write ‘I love you y/n” in the sky, he couldn’t help it, he’s bursting at the seams with adoration for you

Both of you in the kitchen is a sight to see, you season but he cooks the food, his specialty is slightly charred chicken

Packs both of your lunches so you can eat together on break

Gets scared easily and as a result will discharge a lightning bolt as a defense, so pranks are off-limits between the team members

Literal sparks when you kiss, numbing and exhilarating as currents pass through your molding bodies to create goosebumps and raising hairs

When he thinks of home, his first instinct is to be cradled in your arms, watching trashy movies as a thunderstorm quakes the earth

Mark

Power: Compulsion

Mark might excel in whispering but when you turn the tables on him, with your sultry murmurs, he can’t help becoming a puddle of blushing mush

Never once used actual compulsion on you, the only exception is when you figured out the surprise birthday party he was planning for you, he redirected your attention to grocery shopping

His favorite part of you is your right ear because it’s where you naturally tuck your hair at and he just loves to twirl a strand of it in his finger while he mutters sweet nothings to you

You’re his bodyguard during missions, he can’t possibly get that close to targets while they attack if you aren’t watching his back

Even when he is supposed to be acting intimidating during an assignment, he can’t help but stutter and repeat ‘uh’ a thousand times, but he gets the job done eventually

Your literally breaking sweat, contorting your body so four targets don’t reach Mark, and he’s over there oversharing with another target

“The love of my life is about to kick your ass and you aren’t going to do a single thing about it, booby head” or “make the password ‘mark and y/n forever’ or else”

Naturally whispers in his sleep with his stinky breath in your ear, and you try to push him off but he just clings onto you like a koala

In the morning though, the slight breakage in his voice from pitched to croaky as he says good morning to you is on repeat in your head for the whole day

Mark’s give away when he is about to use compulsion is him licking his thin lips, and almost makes you get knocked out by the enemy because your already under his spell

Does a tiny dance for any occasion, from doing the laundry, stripping naked, or when you two had your first kiss

It’s the strained grunts, the heavy breathing, and the showering of hushed compliments in your ears that makes you reach your peak in bed, Mark always sounded better when he was being pleasured

To him, your voice is the loveliest sound across the universe and your adorably awkward cackle that you so desperately try to hide as he reenacts vines to you is what happiness is to him

Ice cream dates consist of him bringing a tub of ice cream to a yogurt shop because he knows you prefer it

Coughed over his first fart with you but now he loves to fart on you as you pretend you are suffocating and gagging

Has a folder in his photos dedicated to you where it ranges from blurry to candids and in during most of them he was either hyping you up or teasing you

Greets you with a ‘yo!’ whenever he enters the room

Will always buy you any lip product associated with watermelon and you’ll always buy him baseball caps for him to wear

Despite being loud for 90% of your relationship, he is most vulnerable with when he whispers his greatest fears, future goals, and nightmares to you because your the only one he can trust

With the many decibels that Mark Lee varies in, your favorite by far has to be the ascending chortle from the low HAs to the high HEEs with clapping hands and a scrunched nose that puffs out his cheeks-- it’s pure bliss to you

Haechan

Power: Light Manipulation

Haechan is utterly in love with your cheeks, instead of biting them or pinching them, he opts to kiss them whenever he has a chance, it’s rushing heat of your blush and the swelling of your smile that he lives for

The little spoon in bed, just so he can wrap his leg around you and nestle his head in the crook of your neck just like a koala

Literally always a brat to you, it’s the many ways he shows you affections

You asked him once to paint your nails, and now he does it every Friday ever since he discovered the ‘my hands look like this so hers can look like this’ meme even though his hands just have bitten nails

A man of action, Haechan shows you love through his movements with a heart framed by his fingers or blowing a kiss

Needs to always be physically attached to you, whether it’s hugging you from behind, leaning his head on your shoulder, or falling into you when he’s in a fit of giggles, he needs you to know that he will never let you go

Snarky remarks and cheesy jokes define your relationship with Haechan

Manages to always wake up before you on those lazy mornings with you burrowed deep into his side, and he can’t help but be memorized by your presence but soon feels selfish when he moves a ray of sunlight to your eyes so he can just peek at the explosion of colors in your eyes when you flutter them open--ah yes, this is his favorite part of the day

Loves to play video games with you into the late hours of the night, especially overwatch, but your always the first one to pass out, so he makes sure to tuck you in and dim the light of the screen so it doesn’t bother you

Most nights the both of you are wide awake so you end up playing ‘what the light?’, a game where Haechan creates 3D objects out of light and you have to guess what they are before he finishes them

Oh, and shadow puppets! He’s become quite the expert with them, he creates the most ridiculous stories with them but you join him by voicing the characters

In addition to ‘I love you’ as a goodbye, you have a secret intricate handshake with him, his excuse was that if you two ever question’s one identity if ever an enemy swapped bodies, you two would know the truth with the handshake but in reality, he just loves that extra time with you before you two part

It’s either Haechan teasing and making fun of you or he’s doting on you, there is no in-between because after all, you are his idiot

If he’s in the mood, he’ll solidify light photons into the shape of a sword and call it ‘sunflower’, he just loves to tell the tale that he took out fifteen assassins with a sunflower, but usually, he blinds them or burns them

Goes the extra mile for you to create a spotlight on you when you are giving a mission brief at headquarters, that’s the love of his life right there and he’ll make damn sure everyone notices them

Recreates Edward’s sparkling in the sun scene just so he can see you beam with laughter

Master of mood lighting during sex, and don’t even mention when he hits his climax, bulbs flickers and lamps explode

It might be a trick of the light, but Haechan’s eyes are vividly bright and he’s drowned in golden hues of sunlight, it makes you wonder if he was plucked from the star itself

Yet, as your lips quiver and your glassy eyes blink the last remnants of tears in Haechan’s cupped hands, there is an inner glow from them as you bask in their warmth, he can’t help but proclaim that you are the sun of his world, you are the light of his life even when it feels like his is diminishing

#NCT 127 #NCT #nct 127 punch #nct 127 au #nct 127 x reader #what did i even write #im choosing either jaehyun or yuta #taeil x reader #taeyong x reader #mark lee x reader #johnny suh x reader #kim jungwoo x reader #jaehyun x reader #haechan x reader #doyoung x reader #yuta x reader #nct scenarios

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QZGS | The King’s Avatar Fic: In which swordsman!ST confesses his affection for fox spirit!WZ and WZ is hella confused.

Title: Beneath the Cherry Blossom Tree Fandom: The King’s Avatar / Quan Zhi Gao Shou Character(s)/Pairing(s): Yu/Huang (Wenzhou/Shaotian); Lu Hanwen Summary: A nine-tailed snow fox spirit rescued a young boy who would become a swordsman sworn to protect the weak. Part: 3/5 Rating: PG-13 A/N: Blame the cheesiness on the crappy Chinese romance novels I’ve been reading recently. Honestly no regrets though, y’all. Also maybe just a slight warning that YWZ is a little OOC at the beginning.

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i. Encounter ii. Awakening iii. Confession iv. Survival v. Blossom

iii. Confession

Every three to four months, after he’d gotten paid from work and if he had a day off, Huang Shaotian would wander around the marketplace in town center and purchase all sorts of wines and snacks while playfully negotiating prices with the shopkeepers who had known him since he was a child.

Back at his humble home, the young constable headed straight for the stable and started packing his purchases into the worn-out leather panniers strapped to his horse, his lips curving up slightly into a smile while he hummed a nameless tune under his breath.

It was early enough in the afternoon that the shadows were still short when he walked with his ride toward the rear entrance of the complex, but the February wind still bit into his skin slyly, making him shudder into his scarf.

“Shaotian-ge ge!” a boyish voice was calling out to him.

Huang Shaotian twisted around to see Lu Hanwen, now ten years of age since he’d been rescued by Huang Shaotian and unofficially adopted into Wei Chen’s family four years ago, running towards him, his dainty wooden sword used for training swinging around wildly held in one hand.

“What’s going on, Hanwen?” he asked with a bright grin and ruffled the boy’s hair into a mess.

“Spar with me, Shaotian-ge ge! I’ve just mastered the first five techniques from the Flowing Cloud sword-style and I want to try it out on an opponent!” Lu Hanwen told him excitedly, hazel eyes glistening in the winter sunlight.

“Not today, kid. I’ve got somewhere to be,” Huang Shaotian laughed, and it was then that Lu Hanwen noticed the horse and the panniers packed to the brim.

“Oh,” the boy exclaimed, then quickly commented with a knowing smirk, “You’re visiting Wenzhou-ge ge, huh? Will you bring him something from me then?” Lu Hanwen didn’t even wait for the constable’s reply before he ran back inside the house and came out within two minutes, a delicate lacquered box carefully cradled in both hands.

“Honeyed osmanthus snowflake cake,” Lu Hanwen told him, the tinge of pride that colored his voice made the older man chuckle quietly when he took the box from the boy and put it in with the rest of the snacks. “Wenzhou-ge ge likes the flavor of osmanthus flowers, right?”

“And you never make me my favourite foods, ever,” Huang Shaotian grumbled though he was still smiling a little when he said that. “Who came after you and saved your butt all those years ago, huh? Is that how you repay your savior?”

“Well, technically, Wenzhou-ge ge was the one who saved my life,” Lu Hanwen reminded him cheekily but added, “But since we just got some fresh ginger, I suppose I can make ginger milk curd after dinner. Maybe.”

With a giggle, Lu Hanwen dodged Huang Shaotian’s hand and danced aside far enough where the constable was unable to reach him.

“Hey, Hanwen, if Wei-da ge come home early and ask for me…”

“Don’t worry, Shaotian-ge ge, I know what to do!”

The day Huang Shaotian brought Lu Hanwen back to the village, they had promised to keep their encounter with Yu Wenzhou a secret between just the two of them. Lu Hanwen had been too young to understand the true reason behind this concealment, but the man with the fierce golden eyes was the only one who was brave and strong enough to come after him and the monstrous demon that snatched him from his home after murdering his entire family. His young, fragile heart held nothing but respect and gratitude for the young swordsman; Lu Hanwen would do anything Huang Shaotian asked of him, no questions asked.

“I know I can depend on you,” Huang Shaotian sent him a thankful grin. “And one more thing.” His expression became more solemn.

“Yeah?”

“The instances of kidnapping had been increasing lately,” his brows gathered into a tight frown at the thought, “so make sure you don’t go out after dark.”

Lu Hanwen nodded. “See you tonight!”

It was about a thirty-minute journey on horse from the village to the foot of the mountain, and the hike up to the summit of Blue Rain Peak was about another hour on foot, though with Huang Shaotian’s qing gong skills, which had been enhanced over the years of strict training, it usually only took the young swordsman about twenty minutes to reach the top, but he was weighted down with food and drinks today, so he couldn’t run as fast as he’d liked to.

He was halfway up the summit when he sensed it: that warm swirl stirring up in the depth of his core, like a whirlwind of gentle flame ribbons binding intimately around his heart, a degree too much yet strangely pleasant all the same.

Though the charm etched on the back of his hands no longer ignited whenever he went near Yu Wenzhou, but somehow, the link that they shared through the single droplet of the fox spirit’s blood was powerful enough so that even Huang Shaotian could sense the fox’s presence before he could see him with his naked eyes.

“Yu Wenzhou, if you’re around, I can really use another pair of hands with these,” Huang Shaotian repositioned the panniers more securely over his shoulders with a grunt.

“You have kept me waiting for too long, Huang Shaotian,” the familiar voice — cold as the snow that swathed the surface of the rocky crests for the majority of the year yet smooth and serene as the creeks that ran through the cracks and crevices of the boulders down the side of the mountain in the summer — was closer than the swordsman had expected, and he sharply turned around to see the fox spirit standing there.

His face displayed no obvious expression, so as usual, Huang Shaotian couldn’t quite tell what the fox spirit was thinking or feeling, but the fox’s amethyst eyes were focused solely on him and him alone, and Huang Shaotian thought to himself that this was really all that mattered, wasn’t it?

“Come,” Yu Wenzhou extended an arm out in invitation towards the swordsman after eyeing the packs on his shoulders with the slightest hint of curiosity that struck across his face as quick as lightning before he turned his head to the side, “we are wasting time standing around.”

“Yeah, yeah, you sure are in a hurry today, Lord Snow Fox,” Huang Shaotian chuckled nervously, though he had no reason to feel nervous after all this time. It had been a decade since they’d known each other, and this should have been a routine by now: him bringing offerings in the form of food and wine and his company, and the fox taking them through the boundary between reality and fantasy into a land of the fox spirit’s creation so that he could peacefully enjoy his offerings without the threat of worldly interruptions.

His hand was only shaking slightly when he placed it gingerly into Yu Wenzhou’s, the spirit’s skin cool beneath his palm as their fingers linked together in a loose fashion. With his other hand and using his index finger, the tip of which was glowing a warm white, Yu Wenzhou lightly touched the air before him as if there was a piece of invisible glass there, and the boundary opened itself up in a gradual churning of snow and air, blurring the vision around them until an oval gap big enough to fit a grown man appeared.

The edges between solid reality and ebbing illusion was always a peculiar displacement of space and time that shook the particles of Huang Shaotian’s physical body, and he often wondered if Yu Wenzhou, being a nine-hundred-year-old fox spirit, felt the same whenever they entered the other realm.

Each time they crossed the boundary, a different scenery welcomed them: once it was a frozen lake with gorgeous frost-covered trees and icicles dangling like glass shards on branches lining the shore (Yu Wenzhou kept teasing Huang Shaotian when the swordsman shuddered and swore up a verbal storm since he’d been wearing his summer outfit, garment weaved from thin, breathable cotton, until the fox spirit, with a quiet laugh, lent the man his fur cloak), and another time it was a grassy hill in the height of summer, the deep night buzzing with the crickets’ songs as they gazed up into the starry sky.

This time, Huang Shaotian was thankful for Yu Wenzhou’s choice of location: the gentle spring breeze caressed his skin and teased his long hair, bringing with it a soft hint of earthy and floral scent prominent just after the rain; the creek that ran down the gently rolling hill creating a soft, trickling tune in the background, and the land was covered by miles and miles of peach and cherry blossom trees as far as the eye could see.

To think that this was all conjured within the fox spirit’s mind, it made Huang Shaotian incredibly curious about the places Yu Wenzhou had been to and whether these fantastical places were inspired by the sites he’d seen and experienced during his long life. But when he asked several years ago, Huang Shaotian discovered that Yu Wenzhou didn’t like to elaborate, only briskly replied with a “serve me the spirits” and turning his head away adamantly so that it was impossible for the other man to see his expression.

“This is beautiful,” Huang Shaotian sighed in awe, as he always did, looking around and laughing like a delighted child when he caught a stray petal in his palm before he blew it away into the air again. He turned to face the fox spirit with a wide, bright smile, “Yu Wenzhou, thank you for bringing me to these gorgeous places every time we get together.”

“I merely wanted a place where I can enjoy my offerings in peace,” Yu Wenzhou said, lowering his gaze and as if he’d just realized their hands were still linked, he quickly let go of the swordsman’s hand and walked on. His long white garment and snowy locks flowing behind him gracefully in ripples, his strides long and purposeful, yet elegant like a practiced dance.

Huang Shaotian tried not to let that seemingly aloof gesture bother him too much, and jogged a few steps to catch up with the fox spirit.

“You say that all the time, sure, but you know, despite how little you talk about yourself, I feel like these places you created from your mind, and just the fact that you are willingly letting me in, is your way of opening up to me and telling me something about yourself,” Huang Shaotian said teasingly, though deep in his heart, there was a small portion of him that wished for it to be true.

Perhaps he was asking for too much.

“You are over-analyzing my intention,” Yu Wenzhou told him coldly and pointed a clawed finger towards a spot beneath a fully blooming cherry blossom tree a few steps from the creek. “Let us rest over there.”

“Whatever you say,” Huang Shaotian shrugged and began to run ahead to set everything up.

Once they’d comfortably settled down with a variety of food and drinks spread around them in some vague sense of order, Huang Shaotian handed over the box that Lu Hanwen had given him earlier.

“This is from Hanwen,” Huang Shaotian told him, and added, “I swear that brat likes you more than he likes me, which doesn’t seem fair, don’t you think? I mean, I was the one who went through all the trouble to go after him and then begged Wei-da ge to take him in, right? I almost lost my life that time, damn!”

“Do not exaggerate. You had not been in any danger back then,” Yu Wenzhou commented with a wry smirk, “I would have come to take back what was mine, eventually.”

“Yeah, next time maybe don’t wait until I’m half-dead to do that? I’m only human and not a centuries-old spirit like your lordship — I die very, very easily,” Huang Shaotian mumbled as he tore open the seal covering the mouth of one of the porcelain wine bottles.

Something dark passed over the fox spirit’s face just then, but it was gone before Huang Shaotian could comprehend the expression.

“You will never come to any true harm as long as you have my blood inside you and for as long as I shall live,” Yu Wenzhou said in his usual cool and detached tone, as if he wasn’t making a life-long promise to the swordsman who would readily cut open his chest and offer his own heart if the fox spirit should ask, and then he uttered in a softer voice, “I will not allow that to happen.”

Yu Wenzhou took the box from the swordsman and carefully lifted the lid off. A poignant yet gentle scent of osmanthus immediately caught his sensitive nose, the aroma that reminded him of his homeland from ages ago temporarily made him let go of his previous dark trail of thought. The milky goldenrod-coloured snowflake cake was cut neatly into squares and sprinkled with pale osmanthus petals and sugar crystals on top.

“He remembered?” Yu Wenzhou almost sounded surprised.

“I told him you really liked the osmanthus jelly he made for you last time,” Huang Shaotian said, placing the opened vessel of wine by the fox spirit’s knee and started to pick up a piece of candied sesame cracker to nibble on.

Yu Wenzhou picked up a slice of the gelatinous dessert with two fingers, his other arm lifted up to politely hide the lower half of his face with his wide sleeve as he took a small bite. The sweetness of the honey, the silkiness of the milk, and the delicate fragrance of the flowers balanced each other out perfectly on his tongue.

“Tell Lu Hanwen that I thank him for this,” Yu Wenzhou finally murmured after he finished the piece he had, a corner of his lips tucked upwards into a faint smile, the expression verging on the boundary of kind and warm, “it is lovely.”

“Sure will,” Huang Shaotian nodded, noticing the slight change but didn’t say anything more.

After that, they fell into a comfortable silence as they ate, though of course, with Huang Shaotian present, the silence didn’t last long, and he began to babble one-sidedly about the cases he solved and the criminals he beat up and threw into prison over the last few months.

From the fox spirit’s facial expression, one wouldn’t be able to tell whether he was annoyed or bored, but Huang Shaotian knew, even from the subtlest of movements, like the pauses of his hand or the twitch of his lips, that Yu Wenzhou was listening closely and was even at times amused by the constable’s rowdy adventures.

Yu Wenzhou was used to the stillness and stirrings of the mountains, and the majority of the reason why he left the fox clan when he was still a young spirit was because he sought and craved the peace that he could never have back at home. For hundreds of years, he had kept to himself, never seeking company or wanting any, and then Huang Shaotian collided into his life like the brightest star striking across the long years of night skies, burning a scathing path and leaving destruction behind.

Huang Shaotian was an interesting child — and this wasn’t only due to the strange composition of his body; he wasn’t scared of him even though he knew well that Yu Wenzhou could have done anything to him. Instead, Huang Shaotian accepted him for who he was, and while their relationship had started out as a transaction that had obvious benefits for both parties, somewhere along the years, they had forgotten about that part of their verbal contract, and the line between the spirit and the human had blurred.

“What are you thinking?” Yu Wenzhou asked after swallowing a mouthful of bayberry wine when Huang Shaotian remained uncharacteristically quiet after his last story. When the young swordsman continued to stare at the vessel of mead in his hands, the fox spirit tried again, a hint of impatience seeping into his even tone. “Huang Shaotian?”

“Sorry, sorry,” the swordsman turned his head sharply towards the fox spirit and grinned sheepishly, “what were you saying?”

“Is there something occupying your mind that had you so distracted you cannot even spare a bit of your attention when you are in my company?” Yu Wenzhou’s gaze was unforgivingly cold but Huang Shaotian thought he saw a flicker of hurt in there, too.

“My apologies,” Huang Shaotian took another swig from his bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand like he was trying to wipe away something dirty, “I was just thinking about a case we’re working on right now.”

“Is it a particularly difficult case?”

Yu Wenzhou didn’t really care about affairs that troubled the human world, but if there was something that was bothering Huang Shaotian, he would at least lend him an ear.

“Not difficult, but more like… disturbing?” Huang Shaotian tilted his head to the side, his forelocks which had grown too long since he hadn’t had time to trim fell into his eyes haphazardly.

Yu Wenzhou nodded for him to continue, his gaze entirely focused on the swordsman now.

“Since the end of last year, there had been cases of kidnapping that started out in a small town down south, but the instances had been getting more frequent as the culprits moved their way northward,” Huang Shaotian explained, eyes narrowing with irritation, “a lot of children had gone missing for the last few months in our town, and when some of them were found, it appeared that they couldn’t remember what’d happened or who’d captured them. On top of that…”

“Go on.”

“These children’s vitality had been completely drained dry,” Huang Shaotian’s grip on the porcelain bottle turned tighter and his hand was shaking in anger, his voice becoming a low growl, “they were barely breathing and even when they eventually recuperate, their internal energy systems had been broken into so they will become more susceptible to illnesses and physical damages as they grow up.”

“And you constables have no clue who is responsible for these crimes?”

“There were rumors about a certain cult whose leader has been using children’s bodies as ingredients for his refinery training due to the children’s purer vitality, so his followers had been snatching kids from different towns and cities for their master to use,” Huang Shaotian recalled, voice drenched in open disgust as he continued, “but for whatever reason, as soon as the local constables got close to the source, all traces of clues and evidence would be erased, as if the cult knew what was going on and they were just toying with the authorities.”

“You humans can be incredibly unobservant when it comes to matters that are so apparent,” Yu Wenzhou said, unimpressed.

“I can really do with less insults from you and more actual helpful advice, if you even have any,” Huang Shaotian mumbled in annoyance. His cheeks had grown rosier, but whether it was due to the alcohol he’d been consuming or the topic of their conversation, Yu Weznhou couldn’t tell for certain.

“Have you not considered the possibility that this may be the work of a demon — or a spirit that is trying to exalt himself into the rank of a demon — and not a mortal at all?”

“You mean a spirit is behind all this? Seems a bit elaborate, don’t you think? The hassle of gathering ‘believers’, the messy kidnappings, the disposal of the children — why go through so much trouble?”

“Certain types enjoy toying with their food before consuming — makes for better entertainment, they would say,” Yu Wenzhou turned his head away just then, his amethyst gaze focusing instead on the flowing creek and his pale lips tightening into a firm line.

“Tell me if I’m overthinking this again, Yu Wenzhou,” Huang Shaotian sat up straighter and faced him even though the fox demon made no sign to move, “but it sounds like you know exactly who’s responsible for this.”

Again, the trickling of water and the singing of larks filled in the suddenly stifling silence.

“What are you not telling me?” the swordsman insisted, his tone urgent, and he reached out a hand to grasp onto Yu Wenzhou’s sleeve before he could stop himself.

The fox demon instantly stared down at where Huang Shaotian’s tanned hand was touching his stark white garment, and when he finally lifted his head up to look at the swordsman, his eyes had darkened to a stormy violet that made Huang Shaotian tremble and remember that he was more like a beast than human despite his deceptively human-esque physical features.

He shook off the swordsman’s hold on him, yet the next moment found Huang Shaotian trapped between the trunk of the cherry blossom tree they’d been sitting under and Yu Wenzhou’s body, the spirit’s arms caging him on both sides; he lowered his head, his torso, until they were merely a breath apart, and his snow-white hair tumbled over his shoulders like strands of silk and ice. His eyes were absolutely dark now, no light and no trace of the elegant lilac to be seen.

When he spoke, his breaths chilled Huang Shaotian’s skin, and the cold just spread deeper and deeper into his muscles, through his blood and into his bones. Yet he couldn’t look away from the darkness of the fox spirit’s eyes; there was something strangely haunting yet striking about them — it reeked of the endless possibilities of wickedness, sin, violence, beauty, and humanity that Yu Wenzhou was capable of, and this all depended on the fox spirit’s own personal choice.

“Sometimes I do think you easily forget your place, Huang Shoatian,” Yu Wenzhou whispered, his lips barely moving though the swordsman could hear him loud and clear.

Huang Shaotian swallowed, and his heart was thundering painfully against his chest, making breathing that much more difficult. He wasn’t used to this proximity — to him, Yu Wenzhou had always been a figure atop the summit of the highest mountain, an unreachable figure though he might forever strive to reach there, to be equal to him, but it was impossible.

He kept telling himself over and over again that the fox spirit would never return his affection — he wasn’t that naivë — but the love in him only grew and grew; it filled up his heart from the first inkling of realization four years ago and then it spilled over like ink on paper, staining everything he touched, every step he walked, every breath he took.

From above them, a cherry blossom petal twirled downward and landed delicately on a strand of the fox spirit’s hair. The swordsman wordlessly reached up and gently plucked it off; it dissipated like smoke, like dust between his fingertips.

“Hey, Yu Wenzhou,” Huang Shaotian breathed out his name, the warm moisture from his exhale momentarily startling the fox spirit into silence as he stared down at him with unemotional eyes, “I know this isn’t the best time but screw timing, I’ve always been terrible at these kinds of things so it figures that this would happen to me again. Anyway, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I am in love with you.”

Yu Wenzhou blinked, and then three seconds later, he blinked again, this time the colour returning to his irises but his cheeks turned even paler than usual. His brows dipped down into a puzzled frown as he retrieved his arms back to his side and sat back down.

“I… do not understand,” he said — not angry, not joyous, merely matter-of-fact and slightly perplexed.

#quan zhi gao shou #qzgs #the king's avatar #tka #yuhuang #bowie's crappy writing

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Norse Astrology

Norse Astrology

Thor's palace is called BILSKNIR - "Lightning" and correlates with ARIES.

Skadi's palace is called THRYMHEIM - "Thunder Home" and correlates with TAURUS.

Freya's palace is called FOLKVANG -"Field of Warriors" and correlates with GEMINI.

Heimdal's palace is called HIMMINBJORG - "Heaven's Hall" and correlates with CANCER.

Baldur's palace is called BREIABLIKK - "Broad view" and correlates with LEO.

Saga's palace is called SOKKVABEKK - "Stream of Time and Events" and correlates with VIRGO.

Forsetti's palace is called GLITNER - "Hall of Splendor" and correlates with LIBRA.

Odin's palace is called GLADSHEIM - "Shinning Home" - and correlates with SCORPIO.

Uller's palace is called YDALIR - "Valley of Yews" and correlates with SAGITTARIUS.

Vidar's palace is called LANDVIDI - "White Land" and correlates to CAPRICORN.

Vali's palace is called VALASKJALF - "Halls of Silver" and correlates with AQUARIUS.

Niord's palace is called NOATUN - "Shipyard" correlates with PISCES.

The Runes constitute one of the most ancient alphabetic forms and means of divination. Norse folklore includes a unique brand of ASTROLOGY. Instead of the twelve Houses of Life which are represented in western tradition, Norse lore speaks of the“Twelve Halls of Heaven”, each of which is presided over by a Norse god or goddess and represented by three runestaves. Check each time period to see where your birthday is located and read the Rune Message connected your birthday in the designated magical palace as revealed to mankind by Odin the all-father.

June 21-July 20 : Himinbjorg – Hall of the “Cliffs of Heaven”

This Hall is ruled by the Norse watcher god Heimdall and the main runic signifier for this Hall is Fehu (bordered by Dagaz & Uruz), the rune of fulfillment and abundance.The gemstone signifier for this Hall is Moss Agate. Security consciousness is the ruling force of this great Hall. The runestave Fehu carries the energy of wealth and power and the responsibility connected to worldly gain and the proper use of money and credit. Conservation andpreservation of the financial status quo while sharing with others is the proper outward expression of Himinbjorg because to share one’s bounty provides spiritual balance. Without this balance, Fehu operates as a ‘murkstave’ and what was once bounty turns into lack on all levels and is often outwardly manifested as greed, envy, and jealousy. Fehu can also designate spiritual impoverishment despite financial or material prosperity. The Rune Fehu is oneof the few staves whose essence is present in the English language today via the word “fee.”

July21-Aug. 21 : Breidablikk – Hall of “Broad Gleaming”

This Hall is ruled by the solar god Baldr known as the “Beautiful.”The main runic signifier for this Hall is Thurisaz (bordered by Uruz &Ansuz), the rune of contemplation and counter defense. The gemstone signifier for this Hall is the Sapphire. This Hall is known as the “place without evil”and the ruling force of this palace is masculine energy in action. The runestave Thurisaz always demands transformation at the deepest levels of the Self so often times disruptive or even chaotic episodes manifest that upset the order of life. This is necessary to promote spiritual strength and fortitude. Thurisaz is connected to the ill-natured giants of ancient Norse lore who fought battles and created great opposition. In contemporary times, one might call upon his/her inner giant to buoy confidence during difficult or misfortunate times. When operating as a murkstave, Thurisaz is very unlucky and“Saturnian” in nature often connected to illness. Natives of this Hall will contemplate their inner natures on an ongoing basis throughout life. It can mean the difference between a bed of roses and a bed of thorns.

Aug.22-Sept. 22: Sokkvabekk - Hall of “Time and Events”

This Hall is ruled by the goddess Sága who governs the progression of time. The main runic signifier for this Hall is Raidho (bordered by Ansuz &Kano), the rune of flowing processes and momentum. The gemstone signifier for this Hall is Chrysoprase. The ruling force of this Hall is movement and processes both mundane and physical. The runestave Raidho concerns performance and the inherent energies of Raidho call for effectiveness carried out with principle and planning. The essence of Raidho brings about instances in lifewhere one prospers because they are in the right place at the right time and accordingly, doing the right thing through timely and mindful communication. In ancient lore, Raidho means “wheel” and is thought to have literally represented journeys. Expanding upon this premise, in contemporary thought, Raidho represents life’s journey and stepping out to embrace what the world has tooffer. Raidho is also connected to the rhythms of music and the graceful exercises of dance. Raidho operating as a murkstave is indicative of one who is trying to exert too much control and therefore breaking the natural fluidity ofevents. The expression “stuck in the mud” resonates with the murkstave Raidho.

Sept.23-Oct. 22: Glitner - Hall of“Splendor”

This Hall is ruled by the god Forsetti who governs justice and settlements. The main runic signifier for this Hall is Gebo (bordered by Kano& Wunjo), the rune of connections and exchange. The gemstone signifier for this Hall is Opal. In Norse lore, the Hall of Splendor is ornamental and made of silver and gold. According to the Anglo-Saxon, this Hall displays its“worth” which is the prerequisite for “giving.” The ruling force of this Hall is balance and equity based upon harmonious contractual exchange between people. The runestave Gebo designates unions and partnerships with awareness and respect for individuality and equality. In contemporary times, Gebo is often referenced as a “gift” and representative of the outcome between the donor and the recipient. Therefore Gebo calls upon the natives of this Hall to examine personal motivation regarding generosity. When you give, are you doing so expecting something in return? Do you give in exchange for gain, position,or respect? Are you a joyful receiver of gifts when they are presented to you?The ancients believed in equal hand giving where one part of the exchange did not overshadow the other. Gebo does not operate as a murkstave for it has no reverse position but the lower expression of Gebo keeps the energy in the mundane while the higher expression reveals the “immeasurable giving” to humanity.

Oct.23-Nov. 22 : Gladsheim – Hall of “Joyous Home”

This Hall is ruled by all of the gods and goddesses of the Aesir andAsyniur. The principal seat belongs to Odin. The main runic signifier isHagalaz (bordered by Wunjo & Nauthiz), the rune of transformation and transmutation. The gemstone signifier for this Hall is Onyx. The ruling force of this Hall is higher consciousness and awakening. The runestave Hagalaz has a destructive reputation because it thrusts the power of evolution upon the thought processes and the unconscious mind. Disruption is the product of Hagalaz whether it is self generated or caused by uncontrollable outside forces. In this respect this runestave is somewhat reminiscent of the Tower card in the Scared Tarot. Inner strength is the promise of Hagalaz and as each hurdle of life is surmounted, universal growth is provided. Hagalaz does notoperate as a murkstave (inverted energy). It is cyclical in nature and is totally uncompromising by design always demonstrating how the patterns of past operate in the present. No pain no gain. No destruction no creation.

Nov.23-Dec. 20: Ydalir – Hall of the “ Valley of Yew Trees”

This Hall is ruled by the winter god Ullr who specializes in archery and skiing. The main runic signifier for this Hall Is Isa (bordered by Nauthiz& Jera), the rune of stillness and solitude. The gemstone signifier for this Hall is Cat’s Eye. The ruling force of this Hall is gestation or “freeze”with the promise of new birth or “thaw.” In Norse lore, the runestave Isa literally meant “ice” and could bring about all of the implications connected to icy conditions including circumstances whereby one is forced to “chill out.” Inappropriate life action brings about a freeze on all desired activities and outcomes. Spiritually, Isa represents periods of withdrawal with an underlying intention for renewal so, static life conditions are usually temporary if one has gleaned a new perspective and loosened the grip of any long held dogmas. Periods of isolation, self imposed or otherwise are necessary for spiritual growth for those born under the auspices of this palace. Taking time out for contemplation regarding slippery matters is never a bad thing and proves the value of wisdom gained from hindsight. Isa does not operate as a murkstave for it has no reverse status. Just like a flawless shard of ice, Isa’s counsel is crystal clear.

Dec.21-Jan. 19: Landvidi – Hall of the “ White Land ”

This Hall is ruled by the silent god Vidar and the main runic signifier for this Hall is Eihwaz (bordered byJera & Perth), the rune of transition and regeneration. The gemstone signifier for this Hall is the Topaz. The ruling force of this Hall is renewal. According to legend, the runestave Eihwaz is synonymous with the Yew which was considered the tree of life and death - the great recycling plant of ancient Nordic perception. Natives of this Hall are born mystics who can foresee theconsequences of their actions long before any action takes place. They are the great decision makers who garner good results because they can anticipate all the pros and cons of a deal and then move in to strike while the iron is hot. The discomforts of life are tolerated and understood as the promoters of growth and part of a larger cycle. Longevity is a gift of Eihwaz and this most likely possible because the natives of this Hall literally recycle themselves many times during one lifetime. Eihwaz does not operate as a murkstave but has the reputation of being known as the “death rune”. This might sound frightening to some but not to the natives of this Hall. They are used to standing astride both sides of the threshold.

Jan.20-Feb. 18: Valaheim - “Halls of Silver”

This Hall is ruled by the god Vali who later was known as the Christian St. Valentine. The main runic signifier for this Hall is Algiz (bordered by Perth & Sowelu), the rune of protection and safeguarding. The gemstone signifier for this Hall is Amethyst. This Hall has the spirit of the New Age for it is written in the myth of Ragnarök that Vali brings in a new era after the other gods are slain. Along with the new world arose the need for human protection that could only come from otherworldly sources. The runestave Algiz always provided energy that was sought after by the ancients because it is a rune of personal protection not only on the physical level but also on the psychic level. It has the ability to repel all evil by encompassing an individual with a spiritual shield. Natives of this Hall are known as visionary seekers who look beyond the trappings of mundane life. They strive for the Divine knowing that they cannot fail. Operating as a murkstave, Algiz signals paranoia because one has not taken the time to examine the source of what is threatening and the active role one plays in promoting vulnerability due to old behavioral patterns.

Feb.19-March 20: Noatun – Hall of “Ship Haven”

This Hall is ruled by the god Njord the maritime deity. The main runic signifier for this Hall is Teiwaz (bordered by Sowelu & Berkana), the rune of courage and discrimination. The gemstone signifier for this Hall is Coral. The ruling energies of this Hall are dedication, perseverance, and patience – all qualities of the true Spiritual Warrior. The runestave Teiwaz calls for personal sacrifice coupled with action. The natives of this Hall are called upon to embrace life’s issues whether they are personal, social, or worldly with courage and honor. Principles and ethics are paramount and no promise should be left unfulfilled. The conviction to not only speak but to live one’s truth is difficult but necessary for the natives of this Hall. Equally difficult is picking one’s battles for the natives of this Hall always feel they have something to prove. Operating as a murkstave, Teiwaz signals a misappropriation of energy. Natives can find themselves caught up in an endless string of useless conflicts and lost causes all of which do nothing more than zap the spirit. Navigating these rough waters of life with balance and resolution is the challenge for those who resonate with this Hall.

March21-April 20 : Bilskirnir – Hall of “Lightning”

This Hall is ruled by the great god Thor, the deity of thunder and lightning and strength and defense. The main runic signifier is Ehwaz (bordered by Berkana & Mannaz), the rune of progress and movement. The gemstone signifiers for this Hall are Calcite andMalachite. Faith and trust are the ruling forces of this great Hall. Natives of this Hall tend to be movers and shakers with clear goals and preset limits that defy exploitation. The runestave Ehwaz means “horse” and this animal was not only the most important means of travel to ancient people but was also considered a sacred animal. Courtesy of the horse, people were able to get about from one place to another and thus experience a wider world full of opportunities. Partnerships were struck with no more than a handshake and a belief and trust in mutual benefit. The higher expression of Ehwaz designates what belongs to one by Divine right and Divine Will. Sharing what has been gained by profit is a requirement of Ehwaz. Operating as a murkstave, Ehwaz causes stagnation and produces questionable boundaries between people particularly if serious intention to follow through is lacking by one or both parties. Natives of this Hall are used to getting “back up in the saddle” when they are “thrown off” by the misadventures of life.

April21–May 20 : Thrymheim – Hall of the “Noisy Place”

This Hall is ruled by the giant Thiazzi and his daughter Skadi, the destroyer. The main runic signifier is Laguz (bordered by Mannaz & Inguz),the rune of flow and intuition. The gemstone signifier is the Pearl . The forces at work in this great Hall encompass self discovery as it is connected to the ebb and flow of the tides of life. This is the palace of intuition where the individual is asked to “feel” without ego evaluation. The runestave Laguz literally represents water and the lunar side of the Self. Attuning to one’s own rhythms is a directive of this Hall and the runestave Laguz. From this realignment with the Self, natives of this Hall find it easier to organize their mundane lives. Examination of the values system and what constitutes “true” value is an ongoing process in the lives of the natives of Thrymheim. A sense of personal value is not always found by what can be possessed materially in the mundane world. Under the influence of Laguz, satisfaction is more likely found through fulfillment of the emotional “needs” rather than the ego “desires.” As a murkstave, Laguz is a direct indicator of failure because of excessive material overreach and lack associated with refusing to draw upon the wisdom inherent in one’s own intuition.

May21-June 20 : Sessrumnir Folkvagner - Hall of “Field Folk”

This Hall is ruled by the goddess Freyja, the “Lady” of the first runic Aett and one of the main deities of the Vanir. Freyja is the goddess of love and magical knowledge, ruler of the Earth and the trees and all of the forest animals. The main runic signifier of this Hall is Othila (bordered byInguz & Dagaz), the rune of acquisition and affirmation. The gemstone signifier for this Hall is the Ruby. The ruling force of this Hall encompasses ancestral heritage, and real property. The runestave Othila translates to “own Earth” or “own Land.” As a runestave, Othila operates to protect the status quo while preserving individual rights and what is passed down through natural heritage. In the spiritual sense, Othila represents feeling “at home” with one Self while finding one’s “place” in the world at large. Othila also represents one’s innate talents or genetically inherited gifts that are a birthright. These talents and gifts are placed at one’s disposal to be used or abused during the current lifetime. Othila is thought to be a very grounding rune however, when it operates as a murkstave, feelings of being “left out” or alienated are common. At these times, it is wise to stop and find one’s center so the spirit can be rebalanced. Natives of this Hall know that “home” is not just a place where you “hang your hat.”

Sources: Galaxyexpress | ezinarticles

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